and a bit of her mind

One of my 7th graders asked me what I knew about Cleopatra, since one of his homework assignments included reading a story about her and answering some questions. I told him that she was well known for her physical looks and beauty, since that’s generally what comes to mind when I think of the historical figure of Cleopatra. When I asked him what he had learned about her, my 7th grader just told me that she was very smart and knew many different languages. When I asked him if his story mentioned anything about her physical appearance, he said no. I picked up his homework and skimmed through the short story: it was about a young Cleopatra learning to find her voice as she would later lead a nation of many different people who spoke many different languages. I was a bit surprised, but I’m actually glad this is what my students are learning today.

GOT7 Reaction To Your Cat Avoiding Them


A bit hurt because he already has cats so thinking that your cat doesn’t seem to like him takes a strike to the side. He’ll keep its distance and just wait for the cat to become comfortable with his presence.


Doesn’t bother him but will feel a bit upset when he tries to pet the cat and all it does is run away. At least coco loves him.


Tries too hard to win it over and doesn’t understand how long patience takes when dealing with a cat. Keeps asking why the cat doesn’t like him even though she’s just not used to him. Usually starts wining when he sees you hold her but he can’t even be on the same couch as the cat without getting hissed at.


Feel a bit sad at first when he tries to play with it but it doesn’t seem to enjoy his company. He doesn’t really care after that.


Not paying any mind to it.


Like jackson a bit heavy with trying to win the cat over and is borderline chasing the animal around just to even touch her fur. He’ll end up leaving the cat alone until it gets used to him.


A bit like jackson and bambam in the beginning he wants a play mate while he waits for you to get ready. Later on he’d stop messing with the pet until it stops running away.

anonymous asked:

I have recently read emma and was a little intrigued by the social position of illegitimate children in during austen's time, could you talk about It a bit?

Weeeeeell it would really depend whose illegitimate child one was. Emma’s insistence that Harriet is a gentleman’s daughter speaks to her snobbery about bloodline above even the stigma of being born outside of wedlock, whereas the very legitimate but lower-class Robert Martin is, to her mind, unworthy of her friend.

Of course it depends on where you go and what circles you’re trying to move in. Harriet’s situation is more ambiguous because no-one really says out-loud that she’s a bastard, because she’s been given a decent education and is a sweet young woman and doesn’t have ideas above her station. (Until Emma comes along.) If Harriet went to London and tried to entice a viscount or something, questions about her birth would certainly be raised if there was any hint of a potential connection to a man of wealth and rank.

One of my Regency characters I write is a young man who is illegitimate, and a doctor, and so on both counts he considers himself as less of a gentleman than his genteel cousins by blood, due to his profession, but mostly due to his illegitimacy. As a result he is very scrupulous about not crossing professional lines, nor presuming he will find a welcome in every social circle. He may attend the sick and injured of high society, but he cannot assume they would extend an invitation to him to join their parties and events. (He’s rather surprised when they do, and guiltily assumes they must not know the scandal around his birth.)

Shoot your Shot Part 5 - Auston Matthews

Originally posted by willynylanders

So i finally had some spare time to edit and upload this part but it might be a while before I can get the next one. I’m hoping that when on my break in 2 weeks I can get more parts done and put in a queue. Also sorry if theres any mistakes, I”m on my lunch break and rushing a bit.
Warning: Cursing
Words: 1408


Auston comes home 2 days from today and I couldn’t be more excited. He kept up his promise on talking to me every day. I even took up Kenzie on her option she gave and there may have even been an exchange of some less then PG-13 pictures last night.  I still haven’t told Kenzie yet, she’s going to lose her mind. We were both at my house watching the Leafs game. They were playing Tampa Bay and it wasn’t looking too good for them. I know Auston is going to call me after the game like he always does now and I was looking forward to it, don’t get me wrong, but he’s not himself after a loss. I never know how to comfort him and it makes me feel bad. He assures me that there’s nothing more I can do and that talking to me makes him feel better. The second period had just ended and I decided there was no better time to Kenzie about last than right now.

“I have something I need to tell you but you have to promise not to freak out or get overly excited okay?”
“Okay I won’t” She told me but I knew she was still going to freak out
“So I may or may not of sent a couple of nudes last night”
“Oh my god, to who?”
“Who do you think Kenz?”
“He sent them back right?” She asked changing the way she was sitting to face me.
“Yes, I wasn’t doing that unless he sent them back.”
“Good. So, is he big?” She asked laughing
“Oh my god I knew I shouldn’t have said anything” I said throwing the pillow in my lap at her and getting up to walk to the kitchen. “Do you want anything out here?”
“Grab me some pizza.”

I was getting the pizza and a drink when my phone started to ring. I answered it without looking
“Hey” Auston replied
“Why are you calling? Arent you playing a game?” I asked him
“Well if you were watching the game you would know the second period had ended and that I was on intermission right now.”
“I am watching the game actually. I just figured you couldn’t call people until the game was fully over.”
“You can’t but I’m breaking the rules for you.”
“Wow I didn’t know you were such a bad boy. I don’t think I can talk to you anymore.” I said to him laughing.
“Oh, I think you know I’m a bad boy. Especially after last night.” He said reminding me. Am I ever glad he couldn’t see me right now because I don’t think my cheeks could get any redder.  
“So why are you breaking the rules for me?” I asked changing the subject as quick as possible.
“Well I promised to talk to you every day and I know we already talked today but I figured you would be waiting for me to call later after the game. Sadly, I won’t be doing that tonight because me and the guys are going to some bar Mitch found.” He told me. I was kind of sad but also thankful because I didn’t like sad Auston. Alcohol will help him with losing the game.
“That’s okay. Just don’t drink too much. We still have to hang out when you get home.”
“I’ll try not too but I have to go, coach is yelling to me.”
“Okay, talk to you tomorrow.” I said before hanging up
“Logan where is my pizza?” Kenzie yelled from the living room. I completely forgot about it.

We watched the rest of the game which ended with the Leafs losing. I texted Auston to tell him sorry and that I hope he has a good time going out. He didn’t answer but I wasn’t to upset over it, I know how he gets. Me and Kenzie decided on watching movies for the rest of the night because neither of us had work in the morning. It was about 2 in the morning and we were half way through some scary movie Kenzie said was amazing. It was terrible so we were both paying more attention to our phones then the movie. That’s when Kenzie asked me if I checked snapchat.

“No, why?” I questioned her
“I think you should check it.” She told me looking sad almost. I did what she told me to do and checked snapchat. I looked at all of the stories before I got to Wills’. It was a picture of him and Mitch but in the back ground was Auston kissing a girl.  
“Are you okay?” Kenzie asked me.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” And honestly, I was. “I promise, I have no reason to be mad or upset. It’s not like we are dating. He can do whatever he wants.”
“ Are you sure?”
“Yes. I know what I was getting into when I started talking to him. He’s a young, very attractive, hockey player travelling the world and I know what he’s like. Well how the media makes him out to be. But like I said, we’re not dating so he can do whatever he wants whenever he wants.”
“Whatever you say.”
“Alright now can we change the movie? this one is shit.” I asked her laughing

We changed the movie to The Office and watched that for the remainder of the night until we fell asleep on the couches. Mads came running into the living room and jumping on us to wake us up in the morning. Dad had made breakfast, or lunch considering it was 1230, for us. He had the day off, so him and Mads were going to the park. We ate our lunch and then Kenzie headed home, something about her brother locking himself out of the house. I cleaned up our lunch and went to the living room to check my phone. It was dead so I went upstairs and plugged it in to charge. Waiting for it to charge I decided to hop in the shower. After getting out the shower, I went to go check my phone. I had text from Will asking if I was okay and that he didn’t know Auston was in the picture or he wouldn’t have posted it. Auston texted me telling me he was sorry, that he didn’t mean it, and that he hoped we could still hang out when he got home. I figured I’d make him sweat a little more and decided to do my hair and make-up before answering them. I texted Will back first and told him everything was fine and that it didn’t bother me. I guess Will told Auston I answered him because I was in the middle of texting Auston back when he called me.  

“Logan I am so sorry and I understand if you want nothing to do with me anymore. I was and idiot and messed up. But I would really like to prove to you that I’m not that big of a dickhead, if you’ll let me that is?” He said everything so fast I’m lucky I could understand him.
“Auston slow down” I said laughing “I’m not mad you. We aren’t dating so you can do whatever you want with whoever you want. You don’t have to make anything up to me. Just make sure you get home on time. Were still hanging out when you get home right?” I asked him
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world. I have the perfect day planned.”
“Great! So I’ll see you tomorrow right?’
"Well we actually got an earlier flight home, I’m actually about to head to the airport now. I should be home in about 5 hours.”
“Really. But what I was getting at was did you maybe want to come over tonight when I get home and get takeout and watch movies with me and the boys? I think Mitch is taking his girlfriend so you won’t be the only girl.”
“I would love to. What time did you want me to come over?”
“Well I can pick you up on the way home from the airport. I should be at your house by 7 to pick you up”
“Okay, I’ll see you then.”
“Okay” He said before we hung up. You couldn’t wipe the smile off my face no matter how hard you tried.

anonymous asked:

"Sonically, it was like, let’s just fucking freak it out" This reminded me of what you said earlier. What good is it for Taylor to have achieved top if she can't risk? Played around, explore, experiment. She got there, now let her play and see what she come up with. I enjoy this.

Exactly! I’m just a bit surprised with some of the fans and critics not liking and not getting the song because I like it better than any first single she ever put out. Now, I know that’s a personal preference, but still I think most of the dislike comes from not being able to put that sound together with Taylor’s name, if it was some other name next to it - people would be on board in blink of an eye.

Also I think what @cages-boxes-hunters-foxes wrote in tags in her post is very true, I hope she doesn’t mind me sharing it as a screenshot:

I just saw Yerma and I’m still a little bit overwhelmed and dazed, but it was so … damn good. Billie was outstanding, and I say it genuinely and without second thought, regardless of whether I’ve liked her in Doctor Who or not––that was a whole other standard of acting. Such a shattering, deeply emotional and raw performance … chapeau bas. I was enchanted; I can hardly think of any other study of a character in theatre that I found so heart-wrenching.

And the play itself, so very tragic but so relevant all the same, with a lingering and almost palpable sense of not-yet-realised tragedy pervading the air, the characters, the eerie music and half-coarse, half-lyrical words. I didn’t expect to find it this relevant and thought-provoking, not from the standpoint of someone so far removed from the issue itself as I presently am. But it was fascinating and unsettling: a study of obsession, of blind, hopeless testing of the boundaries––how far can we push before something breaks? In the end it felt like a punch in the gut, and I think that’s a damn good impression for a tragic play to leave.

I love theatre. God, I love it. And I love the fact that I’m living in a time where I’m able to watch something I would not be able to afford to see in any other context, almost as acutely as though I were sitting in the front rows. Delightful.

anonymous asked:


I’m gonna elaborate on what I said for the other one.

When we’re skyping, I love just watching her. Not in a creepy way, but just affectoinately. She’s so beautiful and pure, and when we’ll be paying one another no mind, she’ll suddenly see a post or something on tumblr and her whole form changes. Her back straightens a bit, she takes a quick breath, her eyes light up, and she’ll make a noise.

Sometimes a small squeak, sometimes an ‘aww’, sometimes an ‘awhhhhhhhhhhhh’

And its so pure

I’ve always asked for honest criticism about my writing. I want to know what is needed to make my writing better. To make my stories better. Each and every one of you has been so kind, and helped me out immensely. 

But today, (Not on here) I received my first bit of negative criticism. And after taking some time off of writing, it was really disheartening to have someone say that my plot was just okay, my writing is tolerable, and that I really need to work on some things. 

It hurt because I was going to spend tonight writing. I was looking forward to writing again after taking some time off. But her words won’t stop running through my mind. It’s amazing how one bad comment can overrun all the good comments you get. 

I’m sorry about posting this. I just needed to vent, and I’ll probably delete this later . And I know I’m not the best author out there. That there are so many things I need to work on. 

So, here’s me attempting to take this person’s words, and turn them into fuel for writing. And to all of you, thank you for being kind, and helping me grow!!

mhamm03  asked:

would it be okay if a friend of mine made an instagram for alice, and if so what do you think she would post? shes planning on using 'wonderlandalice_michaels' unless you had an idea already

Hmm, okay, this is kind of a tough question for me to answer because, while Alice doesn’t have an instagram yet, I have some plans for her. That being said, I’m always of the mind that I can’t tell anyone what to do, so if your friend wants to go for it, she should. If she wanted to go for it and make my life a little easier, I would ask that she put something in the description to show it’s not an official show account. 

Female Zodiac signs as girls I’ve met

(Not including myself)

Aries♈: independent & dependent at the same time, confident, popular, has the best hair I’ve ever seen, can be really moody at times, cares a lot about her friends, isn’t sporty, but still looks very athletic, a bit selfish but will defend anyone who she believes is worth defending and protecting

Taurus♉: mom of the group, somehow she always has snacks in her backpack, wears headphones everywhere, seeks a love relationship, stalker when in love, very good at cooking, marriage material, incredibly stubborn, strong af, loyal

Gemini♊: always in the center of attention, either very quiet or very loud, top class student, isn’t afraid of confrontation, obsessed with Harry Potter, writes poetry but is ashamed to show it (why??), gets bored easily, overthinks a lot, independent, not good at showing her emotions, but if she cares about you you’ll know, says she hates drama but somehow always gets involved in it

Cancer♋: poor little lamb, wants to help everyone but doesn’t know how to help herself, very sensitive™, kind to literally everyone, has been through a lot, thoughtful, very romantic, cries over every (even slightly) sad moment in the movies and TV shows, a bit paranoid, the best person to have on your side, loyal af, her laugh is the best laugh in the world (idek why, I just like it), creative

Leo♌: adores being in the center of attention, kinda annoying at times, either very bitchy or not at all bitchy, can be very jealous in relationship, confident, loves being loved and to love, selfie queen™, creative, dramatic, very emotional

Virgo♍: quiet™, overthinks, very knowledgeable, can surprise people like no one else, loves animals more than people, no one knows what she thinks, her mind is like a labirint, interesting in many ways

Libra♎: social butterfly, everybody loves her bc of her easygoing nature, creative, very kind except to people she doesn’t like - she tries to ignore them, hates confrontations, sensitive, she gives some weird vibes that makes me feel like I’ve known her for thousand years

Scorpio♏: secretive, can and will destroy you if you provoke her or anyone from her squad, perverted, likes to discuss things, tough love, it’s hard to know what she feels, intuition on point, basically protective mama bear

Sagittarius♐: very independent and outgoing, creative, hakuna matata, looking at her is like looking at the sun, honest about everything, good at physics, athletic, tolerates everyone

Capricorn♑: classy, always says smart remarks, sarcastic, very funny when in good mood, worries too much, always says exactly what she means, hates drama, sick of people’s bullshit

Aquarius♒: the best taste in music, independent™, always wonders about life, world and other universal questions, very open minded, extraordinary, creative, social, belongs to thousand fandoms

Pisces♓: that girl that is always confused in class, so adorable™, gets very excited about things she likes, whatever she does it’s sooo cute, open minded, sensitive, playful little angel

Office-mate who loves CNN but doesn't understand how televisions work is destroyed by that which she loves most.

I work in a small office with only 6 people. The way the office is broken up I share my office with another person, so we’re essentially facing each other. It’s away from the other offices, so we’re kind of left to our own devices. I’ve been working here for about three years now, and have always gotten along with my office-mate. My old office-mate left to start a family, so I’ve been alone for a bit before they hired Marge.

Marge is what you’d find if you googled “worst office-mate.” She brings in smelly food she eats at her desk, she plays loud music in our shared space (even after being asked not to), she fights with the boss on every little thing, she’s nosy (always asking me where I’ve been when I walk back into the office, and I’ve literally caught her listening in at the bosses door). She asks me invasive questions, and when I finally snapped at her to mind her own business she acted like I’d personally assaulted her.

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Female Zodiac Signs As Girls I’ve Met

Aries♈: independent & dependent at the same time, confident, popular, has the best hair I’ve ever seen, can be really moody at times, cares a lot about her friends, isn’t sporty, but still looks very athletic, a bit selfish but will defend anyone who she believes is worth defending and protecting

Taurus♉: mom of the group, somehow she always has snacks in her backpack, wears headphones everywhere, seeks a love relationship, stalker when in love, very good at cooking, marriage material, incredibly stubborn, strong af, loyal

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southern hospitality

bitty has outgrown this place, and the people in it.

tw: homophobic language/slurs

word count: 1800

for @stitchedopen, 3rd place winner in my fic giveaway! i hope you like it!

The clinking of Jack’s fork against his plate as he sets it down is very unnerving. It’s not the only sound in the room but it’s by far the loudest, to him at least. Even louder than Suzanne’s pleasant babbling (no wonder where Bitty gets it from) and the gentle lull of music being played on a radio somewhere in another room. Probably the kitchen, where Bitty’s finishing up supper.

There’s a shuffling around the corner and Coach becomes visible as he nears the bottom of the staircase. “Jack,” he mumbles gruffly in greeting, giving him a nod and sitting at the head of the table.

“Hello, Mr. Bittle,” Jack replies, smiling a little. “How’s the season going? Still the reigning champs of Morgan County?” If there’s one thing Jack knows he can get Coach to talk about, it’s football. It might be a much different sport than hockey, Jack surmises, but the passion they share for their sports is more than enough for them to hold a conversation.

“Oh, they lost their first game of the season last week. Nevin’s got an injury and we had to switch around the lineups– you remember, Nevin, receiver, curly hair, he’s in the team picture in the living room– anyway, I’m sure it hurt their chemistry.” Coach would talk strategy with Jack for hours, if it was up to him, but Eric is coming into the dining room now. He’s got on yellow oven mitts with tiny white flowers, and he’s holding a tray with a roast and some vegetables.

“The meat’s a little dry, Lord help me, I should stick to baking,” Eric laughs, setting the tray down on the table. “But all the vegetables should be good and I’ve got some pumpkin muffins with a fantastic cream cheese frosting waiting for us in the kitchen.” Everyone starts to serve themselves. The meat’s not dry at all, but Jack keeps that to himself. Sometimes Bitty needs little things to dwell on, to keep himself busy so he’s not worrying so much about the big stuff. Jack knows that.

“So,” Suzanne starts after a minute, and Jack can tell that this is going to be a long one. He glances up at her, a signal that he’s listening. “The Gardeners are having a potluck this Friday, and they sent us an invitation.”

Bitty nearly drops his fork. “The Gardeners?” he hisses. “As in, Melissa and Kyle?”

“Those Gardeners,” Suzanne replies smugly. Jack and Coach exchange a look, humor gleaming in both of their eyes. The drama is about to unfold, they can tell. “What right do they think they’ve got, inviting us to their potluck after what happened at ours?”

Bitty turns to Jack, waving his hands as he speaks. “Two summers ago, we held a potluck here for the neighborhood, and when the Gardeners showed up, Kyle was drunk as a skunk and knocked over our entire dessert table. The whole thing! It was all ruined! And it would have been okay, but they didn’t even bring anything to the potluck in the first place, and they never apologized, and oh, it was such a mess, everyone tried to act like it wasn’t a big deal but darlin’ you should’ve seen the look on Moomaw’s face, I swear she was on the verge of a heart attack.” He shifts abruptly back toward Suzanne. “Mama, we’ve got to go.”

“Oh, I know that, of course we do. Dicky, what you’ve gotta do is bake the best pie those folks have ever tasted, let them know exactly what they were destroying when they had the nerve-”

Jack hums quietly, making a mental note. Potluck on Friday. Prepare for a spectacle.


Bitty’s fingers press against Jack’s neck as he helps him straighten his collar. Jack doesn’t really need the help, he supposes, but the contact is welcome, brief but full of warmth, not the kind of affection Jack usually gets when they’re with Bitty’s parents. They’ve been trying really hard, Jack can tell, and Bitty has too. But he understands why Eric sometimes has trouble being soft with Jack around Suzanne and Coach.

“Don’t you just look dashing,” Bitty says with a smile, placing his hand flat on Jack’s chest.

“Only because you picked my outfit,” Jack laughs. Bitty laughs with him, nodding in agreement. He’s got little crinkles at the edges of his eyes when he laughs, and Jack rubs his thumb over them, absent minded.

“You ready, Dicky?” Suzanne calls from the kitchen. The noises of the coffee pot stop and Jack can hear her pouring herself a cup.

“All ready!” Bits yells back. He reaches up his hand and squeezes Jack’s wrist before whirling around into the kitchen. Jack watches Bitty’s hips swing as he leaves, his jeans a little tighter than usual since he’s outgrown some of the clothes that he left here during the school year, and wonders if wore them on purpose.


The potluck is bustling. There are people of all ages, from the tiny toddlers playing in the Slip ‘N Slide far left in the back yard to the old ladies knitting underneath the sugar maple next to the house in a comically stereotypical manner. Jack opens Eric’s door for him not out of chivalry but out of necessity– when he emerges from the car, his arms are full of tupperware containers.

“Let me take some, bud” Jack offers, but Bitty shakes his head.

“I’ve got to bring them over myself.”


“This one’s cherry with a lattice crust,” Eric is explaining as he removes the lid from the nearest tupperware container. The egregious Melissa Gardener turns out to be a petite brunette with a smattering of freckles across her upturned nose. “And this one’s pumpkin, I know it’s not really the season but I had some materials left over from the muffins I made the other night and I’m sure it’ll be just delightful, I made the whipped cream myself– now, they’re all desserts. I was sure you’d need some.”

Jack stifles a laugh. The bite in Bitty’s voice is unmistakable. “Where should I set them?” Eric asks, still sweet as sugar but with a lilt that suggests this isn’t an innocent question. “This table seems a little… unsteady. I wouldn’t want them to fall, heaven forbid.”

“This table’s fine,” Melissa ensures him, smiling. “Thank you so much for the contributions.”

“It’s nothing at all.”

They burst out laughing as soon as she leaves, Bitty collapsing into Jack’s chest. Jack’s arms come around him automatically and squeeze. “Bits, that was cold.”

“Really? Here I was, thinking I was being so courteous.”

They stay in the embrace for a few more seconds before Bitty shifts away from Jack. It’s subtle, but Jack understands. He squeezes Bitty’s shoulder and then takes a step away. Bitty’s out to everyone who matters, but some people don’t know. And some still have their prejudices.

“Bits, where’s the bathroom?” Jack asks. The noise is already getting to him. He knows he’s got a while of this to go, and he’s sure he’ll be fine, but he just needs a minute to adjust. Eric points him in the right direction, then goes back to arranging the pies on the table.

“Eric!” Bitty whips around. It’s a tall guy with acne scars in a red polo shirt. Bitty looks up, his face ghostly stricken for a second, then paints a big smile on.

“Hey, Todd,” he replies as the guy moves closer. “How have you been.”

“I’ve been fine, thanks,” Todd says. Eric tugs on the bottom of his shirt and glances over at Jack, entering the house. “Who’s the guy?” Todd asks, nodding toward him.

“Jack,” Eric says. “My… my boyfriend.”

Todd smiles. He turns his gaze to Bitty. “I’ve gotta say, Eric, I’m impressed! I expected you to come home with some twinky faggot in a pink H&M scarf.”

Eric inhales sharply. “Go away,” he says quietly, looking at his shoes. “My love life is none of your business.”

“We all knew you were a homo, Bittle, I guess it’s just a little surprising that you’re still showing your face around here. Are you queers ever gonna stop shoving your agenda in our faces? Huh? Go back to Samwell, eh?” He’s inching closer now, and Eric’s cheeks are flaming red.

“Go fuck yourself,” Eric mutters, turning his back. He unstacks a tin of macadamia nut cookies from his lemon meringue, and opens it. His hands are shaking as he spreads them out artfully.

Todd ignores his response, instead reaching over Bitty and sweeping up several cookies. “Don’t mind if I do,” he says as he stuffs one in his mouth. “Mmm,” he replies, smirking. “They’re a little bit… fruity, don’t you think?”

“That’s not even funny,” Eric rolls his eyes. “Get the hell away from me.”

“And if I don’t?”

There’s a hand on the back of Bitty’s neck and he’s flinching, he’s freezing, he can’t move he can’t breathe–

“If you don’t,” Jack whispers, his voice robotic and cold. “I’ll beat the shit out of you, and you can crawl home to your mother and tell her you got your ass handed to you by a faggot. Does that sound like a good enough reason to stop?”

Todd takes a step back. “Don’t you fucking touch me,” he hisses at Jack. “You’re not from around here, are you? You don’t know who my dad is, do you?”

“Let me guess. Mayor of some town I’ve never heard of? Principal of the local high school? Do you know who my father is, noune?” Jack puffs up his shoulders. “Because I can guaran-fucking-tee that my dad is a hell of a lot worse to mess with than yours. So you might just wanna step off.”

“Whatever. I shouldn’t be talking to y’all anyway. Just in case it’s contagious, you know?” Todd smirks.

“I’m going to fucking kill you,” Jack says, still matter of fact, balling his fists and lunging toward Todd. Todd flinches, but the blow doesn’t come. Bitty’s caught the back of Jack’s t-shirt in his hand.

“Jack, honey, it’s okay. I can handle it.”

Todd laughs.

“But this– this asshole–”

“Trust me, sweetpea, I’ve got this.” Eric smiles.

“Yeah, you’re sure gonna take care of me, Bittle, what can you weigh, a hundred and ten? I bet you couldn’t even–”


“Pity,” Eric says sweetly as the pie tin slides down Todd’s face, then down his shirt, coating him in cherry filling. “That lattice crust was gorgeous.”

“You– you–” Todd splutters, wiping cherry crud out of his eyes, but Bitty and Jack are already walking away.

“Enjoy the snacks, Melissa,” Eric calls over his shoulder as they make their way to the car. “We’re gonna head out.”

De-stress scribble and lighting playyyyy, drawing a Syr maybe two or three years back.

Syrena’s birth tribe chases storms in search of the glass created when lightning strikes the Sagolii sands. For most of her life, storms were something that brought Syr immense joy, and were a rare and treasured occurrence.
Things are a little different now though, and even the slightest hint of grey on the horizon will send her into a panic to find cover and avoid the slew of memories which rain now triggers.

I thought my tastes and likes were pretty normal, but then I met everyone and I was like, “These people don’t actually care about music and art. They want to be cool.” I never met anyone who cared about music as deeply as me and my boyfriend, or who really cared about poetry—who really lived it and breathed it. I haven’t met anyone so far. I just can’t affiliate with those people.
—  Lana Del Rey in 2013

The aftermath of the War

When Molly asks him, voice thick with worry, if he’s sure about splitting with Ginny. He tells her he isn’t, but he doesn’t know what he’s feeling. Because it’s easier to ease her concerns with a handful of crafted lies, than to tell her sometimes he can’t look at Ginny without thinking about the Forest of Dean and sleepless nights.

When Ron asks him, eyebrows furrowed in confusion, if he’s sure about quitting Auror training, he replies with a short “maybe one day I’ll go back,” because it softens the lines of Ron’s face and Harry sees his shoulders relax. Because it’s easier than admitting he’s tired of fighting and a Saviour can only do his duty so many times before he cracks.

When Luna asks him if he’s sure about traveling on his own, he assures her he’ll be fine and tells her she ought to keep her job. Because it’s easier than telling her he needs to be alone and figure out who he’s been all along. Who he is other than the Chosen One, the Wonder Boy and the Boy Who Feels Like He’s Already Lived Too Long.

When Hermione asks him if he’s sure he’s happy with his life, he stares at the flickering fire and gives her a small smile. Because it’s easier than telling her happiness seems far too distant of a goal sometimes.

When Headmistress Mcgonagall asks him if he’s sure about taking the job, he grins and tells her he doesn’t mind teaching until his head throbs. Because it’s easier than explaining that Hogwarts was his first home and he realized while in India that the ancient halls that hum with magic are the place where he belongs.

When he goes to the Burrow on a snowy Christmas Eve, holding Draco by the hand, almost scared that he’ll leave. He looks at them and hopes, he wonders if they’ll ask. He itches to tell them, how they flew on Friday nights and how their Saturday mornings were filled tea and a little bit of wine. How his chest felt a size to tight, when he looked Draco in the eye and he saw the colour of the Winter’s sky. How they kissed under the stars, when the castle was asleep and the forest was alive.

Instead, they don’t ask, but give him a knowing smile, and Harry knows, that for once, they know he’s sure about it all.

Not all is well, they’ll always have their scars. They’ll always be children who fought too many wars. But Hermione looks at him, how his face is lit with giddiness. And at last, she doesn’t worry about his happiness.

anonymous asked:

Could you write about after sex with shawn? I always see about sex itself but no one ever writes about after and if they write it never seems real. From his point of view, you know ?! I know you're not accepting prompt but I decided to try because you're the best writer of this site and why not try ask. have a nice day, lots of love <3

A/N: I hope this is a little bit like what you might’ve wanted!! but it’s something and I haven’t posted in a while so hopefully it’ll fill the void for a little

He comes into the condom only slightly sooner than he would’ve liked. But he’s only 19 and she’s so fucking tight around his cock, you can’t blame him for not quite lasting through her entire orgasm before spilling himself.

He’d wanted to aim for enough stamina to maybe get her coming a second time around him. He’s thought about all five times they’ve had sex now, and each time he can’t get through her clenching around his dick and biting his throat, or his shoulder, or his forearm, or whatever part of him she could reach.

Now it’s his jaw she’s biting as she presses her chest to his and rides out her orgasm from her perch atop him, her hips rocking tightly back and forth. He grips her ass tightly as her cunt milks his cock and he wishes he could last just a bit longer, curses himself for not masturbating more or something.

It’s good anyway, still feels fucking incredible to come while she does, with her writhing desperately against him. He’s becoming addicted to it, he thinks.

He lets her ride out her orgasm with his cock still inside of her, even after he’s spent and can’t bring himself to keep bucking into her. He drops his head back, collapsing down into the bed as his hips rock slowly, a residual motion that’s careful to ease her through the come down.

She’s not biting or kissing at his jaw anymore, just nuzzling her face into his neck as she pants heavily, finally sagging against him. Her small hands find his head, fingers threading through his brown curls and tugging a little as she lets out a satisfied mewl against his skin.

He’s got his hands on her back, on her hips, on her ass - any part of her he can find, he wants to touch. He loves the way her sweat-slick skin feels beneath his calloused fingers as she clings to him, trying to catch her breath.

“So,” he starts, a chuckle bubbling in his throat despite his voice already being so gruff from grunting and groaning, “I guess that was pretty okay, yeah?”

He feels her smile into his neck, then huff a bit as she lifts her head to look down at him. There’s a smirk tugging at her lips when she says, “I don’t know. I think ‘okay’ is too generous.”

“Hey…” he whines a bit, pouting as his hands find purchase on her waist, long fingers wrapping around her small frame.

She laughs, a beautiful sound that he knows she thinks is annoying but he loves more each time he gets to hear it. It takes some effort to keep up his pout when she’s laughing like that.

She kisses his nose, then his cheeks, then his pouting lips until she comes to his ear.  She nips at his earlobe before murmuring, “You always make me come so good, baby.”

Her voice in his ear and the praise in her words give him the burst of energy he needs to flip them over, their bodies still connected intimately as he pins her hands above her head. Her back arches as she looks up at him, wide-eyed and curious as to what his next move will be. He’s wondering the same while he’s distracted by the flush of her skin and the swell of her breasts as her chest heaves beneath his.

He drags his gaze to her full, swollen lips and finally hangs his head for a bruising kiss, his teeth nipping at her lower lip as he growls, “Now I wanna make you come again. See if I can go from good to great.”

The whine that spills past her lips is music to his ears and the only cue he needs to start rolling his hips again. He knows he can’t fuck her like this, needs to pull out and get the condom off then finish her with his lips, but there’s no harm in teasing her like this first.

“Shawn,” she murmurs against his jaw once his lips have found her earlobe. “Dunno if I can come again.”

He doesn’t falter, just licks at the shell of her ear slowly before he pulls away from her completely. He collapses to the side of her, despite her grunt of protest, and yanks the condom off himself so he can toss it in the bin next to the nightstand. She’s sitting up and looking at him when he settles back into the bed with his arms folded behind his head, her brow furrowed in confusion. Normally he’s one to convince her like, ‘yeah, baby, you can come again,’ as he teases her clit or sucks at her neck.

Today, though, he simply wets his lips as he looks up at her and says, “Rest if you need to babe. Then come straddle my face when you’re ready.” He yawns, eyes fluttering closed, snuffling a bit before he mutters, “You know I love it when you ride my tongue,” in a tone way too casual for his words.

She bites her lip and presses her thighs together, her pussy pulsing again already just from his suggestion. He’s so fucking obnoxious in that way. But it’s better than the other ways he could be obnoxious, so she’s not about to complain.

Instead she watches him for a moment, his eyes closed, cheeks flushed, chest heaving. He’s beautiful, and she also wouldn’t mind shutting him up for a bit.

She smiles to herself, then shuffles forward until she can hoist herself over him, straddling his chest as she reaches down to cup his cheeks, leaning over him with her hair hanging around them like a curtain. His eyes blink open and now it’s his turn to give her an wide-eyed look.

“Don’t need to rest?” He asks.

She smirks, shakes her head, then nips at the tip of his nose before murmuring, “Open up, Mendes. I heard you have a tongue worth riding.”

He swears he falls more in love with her with each word and decides he’ll tell her so after she comes again. Right now, though, he simply does as he’s told.