and hey my first thing in ages

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Hey!~ My name is Lace Harding, but you can call me Scout. Please increase my hazard pay.

I’m like 90% done with this costume but i cba to put the whole thing on. You cant see my freckles I worked so hard on but w/e. It’s my first time making gifs also pls be nice = v = I reuploaded rly fast cause i thought they were frozen…

I’ll be Scout at animeboston! Carrying around an inquisition flag i havent finished yet…

NIGHTMARE by Nanase Ichika

from the SDR2 Comic Anthology, Vol. 2

((a.k.a. the full version of hinata’s gay nightmare))

I should have done this ages ago because that one image was the first post to really blow up on my dash but hey I got a bunch of free time now so here it is

Full thing under the cut or over here in a google docs file since the pages can be hard to read on tumblr

Keep reading

The Rulers of Dark Souls in a nutshell
  • Gwyn: I've forced my son into being a different gender and have completely killed off an entire species for possibly dubious reasons and disowned my first born and treat humans like dirt but its ok cause im trying to keep the age of fire alive, seriously im the good guy?
  • Oolacile Ruler: HEY LETS RESURRECT THIS ANCIENT GUY AND TORTURE HIM CONTINUALLY UNTIL THE END OF TIME, I SEE NO WAY THIS CAN GO WRONG
  • Four Kings: HEY LETS TRUST THIS EVIL SNAKE DUDE AND USE THIS ART OF LIFEDRAIN THING, I SEE NO WAY THIS CAN GO WRONG
  • King Vendrick: Hey so my wife is actually a fragment of the dark and tricked me into doing a lot of morally wrong shit so im just gonna hide in this crypt like a coward and hollow out even though im super strong and immortal ok bye
  • Sunken King: HEY GUYS I FOUND A DRAGON, LETS BUILD A CITY AROUND IT AND WORSHIP IT, I SEE NO WAY THIS CAN GO FUCKING WRONG...OH HELLO FRIENDLY DRAKEBLOOD KNIGHT
  • Old Iron King: Iron. fucking. everywhere. Here's some iron knights and some possessed iron suits and this iron demon, fuck i should just make a dragon out of iron haha god im like some iron deity or some shit this is gre- wait Alonne is gone? that TRAITOR IS GOING TO DIE!
  • Ivory King: im literally the only smart and morally good king here aaaaand my soul is going welp goodbye guys im going to heroically sacrifice myself now to the old chaos, dinner is in the fridge

Hey! This is my first fic rec and I will be doing this once a month starting today! I chose my absolute favorites for the first one but I still have a super long list waiting! Enjoy!

Versus - secondstar - Explicit

At age nineteen, Stiles Stilinski was the next big thing, according to The Guardian. It was surreal, not being able to turn on Sky Sports without hearing his name mentioned along with the names of players he grew up idolizing. Stiles couldn’t believe that this was his life.

You can’t dodge Stiles Stilinski - stilinskisparkles - Explicit

“And this is it?” he points at the first girl. “I saw you in first period, you barely bothered to catch any of the balls you were tossed. I’m pretty sure you spent more time on your cell.”

The girl rolls her eyes, and looks completely unashamed of the fact she had her phone out in class. Derek knows Finstock would have stepped on it.

“And you,” he points at the second girl, taller and with eyes that meet Derek’s coolly. “You can’t throw anything worth half a damn. And what are you,” he points at the boy, trying not to look him in the eye, and failing. “A hundred and fifty pounds wet?”

The boy smirks at him, and Derek looks resolutely away. He’s now desperately trying not to picture him wet.

“I can’t work with this.”

Move a Mountain - zainclaw - Explicit

Stiles goes camping with his friends in New Mexico after graduation where they befriend a biker gang led by Derek: a guy whom Stiles can’t decide if he will be either relieved or devastated to never see again once their week is up.

Gravity’s got nothing on you - zosofi - Explicit

“Three weeks,” Derek says.

“Still don’t want to,” Stiles says.

“I’ll pay you,” Derek says, and that… that has Stiles interested. Alf’s Antique’s may be a great job, but it’s not a high-paying job, and half of Stiles’s tuition is coming from financial aid, so…

“How much,” Stiles asks, “are we talking here? Because I know your family, dude. And it’ll be kind of awkward after.“

“My family thinks you’re some sort of fucking gift to the world,” Derek seethes, like he’s jealous, “they’ll probably be pissed at me when we break it off, so don’t worry about that. Five hundred bucks.”

“A thousand,” Stiles says, because screw ethics. Also, the Hale family is loaded. Derek can deal.

Pretty Melody - thepsychicclam - Explicit

Stiles hasn’t seen Derek in six years, so when he shows up at the bar where Stiles works, claiming to be some indie rock star, Stiles can’t believe it. Stiles has even more trouble believing that he and Derek are about to have a one night stand.

Soon one night turns into two and three, and seeing Derek causes old wounds to open for Stiles. As Stiles reconnects with Derek, he finds himself painting things he’s been avoiding, and he thinks maybe he’ll finally start to heal.

Enemy Lines - qhuinn - Explicit

This is the story of werewolf Derek Hale and human Stiles Stilinski: two people who grew up in the same town but completely different worlds, their realities split by the war between men and wolves.

Years later when Derek returns to Beacon Hills, he does it as Alpha of a military pack on a mission to capture those responsible for the region’s resistance. With his main objective, Sheriff Stilinski, out of sight, he settles for the next best thing: his son, Stiles.

Neither of them suspects they’ll need to trust each other if they want to make it out this alive.

Sense of Home - sinyhale - Explicit

Home can be a place, but it can also be a person.

After the events with the Nemeton, Stiles starts suffering the consequences of their sacrifice. A journey he attempts to make on his own, but only becomes worse with every step he takes. In the process he seeks comfort in an unexpected place and it draws him toward an unexpected person.

Illuminated - zainclaw - Teen and Up

“Because I’m falling in love with you and it’s scaring the hell out of me.”

Your Majesty - grimm - Explicit

It wasn’t like he was a pro or whatever, but like any teenage boy he’d spent a lot of time jerking off, and there were a lot of people on the internet that liked watching that sort of thing. And while the idea of doing actual porn - like, porn with another person’s dick in his ass porn - kind of made him uncomfortable, jerking off by himself in front of a camera sounded okay. If you’re good at something, never do it for free, right?

Eat, Knot, Love - pandabomb - Explicit

Stiles Stilinski, an omega and teenage nobody, is going into heat very soon.

Alpha Derek Hale takes notice.

No Homo - RemainNameless - Explicit

Stiles’ sophomore year starts something like this:
3 FourLokos
+ 1 peer-pressuring cat
- 1 best bro to end all best bros
= 1 Craigslist ad headline that reads “str8 dude - m4m - strictly platonic”.
Derek is the fool who replies.

Want is a dangerous thing - grimm - Explicit

It was bad enough that Derek was so terrible at meeting people that he had to buy himself a mate, but it was even worse that his mother called a pack meeting about it. Laura was never, ever going to let him live this down.

Dude, Werewolves - mysecretashes - Explicit

Stiles gets partnered with Cora for a history project, and they become bros. Also, he kind of falls in love with her older brother, Derek.

Permanent Fixture - linksofmemories- Explicit

Derek is Scott’s older brother. Stiles is Scott’s best friend. Derek is falling in love with Stiles. This is a bit of a problem.

DILF - twentysomething - Explicit 

“Today is Scott’s first day of kindergarten and Derek is terrified.”

Prince Among Wolves - tylerfucklin - Explicit

Looking for full day/evening sitter. 2 twin boys age 4. Must have exp. w/werewolves. Must be human. No pedophiles. No teenage girls. Pay negotiable.

The Company I Keep - secondstar - Explicit

Stiles has a favorite table at the library. Then some asshole comes along and steals it from him.

the lunch table configuration - thepsychicclam - Explicit

When Isaac makes Derek switch lunch tables, the last thing Derek expected was to fall for Stiles.

Professional Misconduct - Habernero - Explicit

Stiles gets a massage. And then some.

Alternatively: in which Stiles’ mouth gets him into trouble, again and again.

Kaleidoscope - Vendelin - Explicit

Stiles spends a year before college working at the all-night coffee shop in town. It’s nice and quiet, until one dark and brooding Derek starts coming in every morning, ordering coffee so strong that it should not be fit for human consumption. Ever. Stiles tries not to be affected by the mystery guy, but it’s not like anything else happens around here, so really, what did you expect? And when he’s already in too deep, he realises he might even be in way over his head…

Every Step You Take - Nokomis - Mature

Stiles accidentally ends up magically bound to Derek. It’s super.

if you asked me if i love him, i’d lie - dereksstilinski - Explicit

Derek has already typed the entire report out and even got all of the stuff prepared for the poster that Stiles and him will have to present. Derek found that he actually didn’t mind doing all the work when it was Stiles he was doing it for, but he wasn’t going to let Stiles get away completely. He was going to get Stiles to come over and help with the poster, so help him god.

Baking my way into your heart - theSilence - Mature

Derek is an uptight college student, all work and no play. His carefully scheduled life is thrown kilter when his regular barista is replaced with someone new.

Darling it is no joke - thehoyden - Explicit

The first thing Stiles thinks when he opens the door is that it’s not his birthday, but someone has sent him some kind of cop stripper.

Pre game vs post game character impressions

Cassandra pre: Cool she likes to stab things.
Cassandra post: I must romance THOSE CHEEKBONES

Solas pre: Hnng elf I’m romance conflicted.
Solas post: Meh.

Cullen pre: Hey hottie yup you’re my first romance
Cullen post: i CAN"T BREATH MARRY ME NERD

Leliana pre: Hey you I know you
Leliana post: You’re anti circle let me give you a kiss

Iron Bull pre: Awesome Qunari dude
Iron Bull post: You big ol Tevinter loving softie gimmie a hug

Cole pre: Yay I loved Asunder.
Cole post: my SON no one harm him or i’ll kill you i promise

Vivienne pre: Pro circle mage ew
Vivienne post: Pro circle mage ew

Sera pre: Quirky elf I can dig it
Sera post: Hahaha okay crazy please don’t killme

Varric pre: Oh hey guy from DA2 cool
Varric post: The biggest mistake I made was not having you in my party more often


Blackwall pre: Ugh another Warden
Blackwall post: you sexy jerk you almost bumped Cullen off. let me touch your beard

Josephine pre: WTF is up with her garb filthy Antivan
Josephine post: i LOVE YOU let me pet you aww tell me more about court.

Dorian pre: haha whats up with the stache
Dorian post: *Climbs on his back* *Nuzzles his hair* let me love you

Morrigan pre: Hey it’s the mean witch
Morrigan post: Woah talk about character development

Stevie Nicks’ Advice to Katy Perry Revealed

By now the world knows about the blossoming friendship between Katy Perry and Stevie Nicks.

Last week, during a Fleetwood Mac concert, the lead singer dedicated the band’s classic song “Landslide” to Perry and her boyfriend John Mayer, who were in the audience.

Recently Nicks opened up to ABC News Radio about first meeting the younger singer and the advice she gave her about navigating pop stardom in this day and age.

The connection between Nicks and Perry goes back to 2011, when the rock legend provided the narration for Perry’s video “The One that Got Away.” But the two only actually met for the first time this past fall, when they were both in London for performances.

Katy Perry Says Stevie Nicks Sees ‘Straight Through My Soul’

“I met her after her rehearsal at 11:30 [at the hotel],” Nicks told ABC News Radio. “I thought it was going to be a 20 minute, ‘Hey, how are you doing?’ thing — and we sat for three hours until, like, three in the morning. And we pretty much talked about everything.”

What Nicks found most interesting, though, was when Perry asked her about her solo career, which started in 1981 with the release of the album Bella Donna.

“She said to me, ‘So when you did Bella Dona who were your rivals?’” Nicks told ABC News Radio. “And I was, like, speechless. I was, like, ‘I didn’t have any rivals.’ And she said, ‘Really? None?’ I said, ‘No…the girls in Heart [were] friends. Pat Benatar [was a] friend.”

When Nicks asked Perry if she had rivals, the pop star replied, “Well, it’s not us. It’s the Internet.”

She then told Nicks about the way that fans of various female pop stars will sometimes pit one against the other in ways the singers themselves don’t condone.

“I said to her, ‘Katy, let me tell you something. You don’t have any rivals. So forget that. Never say that word again,’” Nicks told ABC News Radio. “‘You don’t have rivals. All of those girls? Friends. You’ll probably work with all of them at some point. Friends.’”

Out of Control- One Shot

Out of Control

  • SUMMARY: You and Justin were at a club and you see him with another girl and you end up messing around with another guy. He gets jealous and things get a little physical, but he ends up taking you home to teach you a lesson.
  • Authors Note: This is my FIRST dirty one shot, so i’m sorry if it doesn’t reach your expectations. I tried, lol. 


“Hey, you look a little lonely. May I join you?” A random brown haired boy asked you as you were sitting on a bar stool and letting your eyes scan over the drunken people. He didn’t look too old, just around your age but you felt uneasy the second he was in your presence. It may have looked like you were by yourself but you were waiting for your boyfriend Justin to come back. He said he needed to go to the bathroom and he hasn’t returned. It’s been ten minutes and he usually never takes this long and you always hated being in a club by yourself.

“No i’m okay. I’m just waiting for someone…” You trailed off.

“Can I at least buy you a drink?” He asked, chuckling a bit. “You seem a bit nervous. I promise, i’m not gonna do some crazy shit.”

You didn’t really know to respond because you knew if Justin saw you talking to this guy and having drinks with him that he would start a fight and that’s the last thing you wanted. You cared about him and you didn’t want him to get into some big fight.

That’s when your eyes finally saw that dirty blonde haired boy in a crowd and you began to smile thinking he was out of the bathroom and the reason that it took so long for him to get to you was because of the hoards of people, but no it wasn’t. Instead you saw him, smiling and laughing while a blonde-girl ran his fingers up and down his chest. He must have taken his shirt off for her and she leaned in closely and whispered something in his ear, making him bite down on his bottom lip.

“Yes you can.” You told the boy. You could practically feel the heat radiating off of your body and when the glass settled down in front of you, you clenched it in your hands, sipping it down as fast as you could. You were hoping to somehow get Justin’s attention as childish as that sounds. He was yours and the fact that he let some blonde bimbo touch him like that disgusted you.

“Wow, you might wanna slow down the-”

“Would you like to dance?” You blurbed out, putting you empty cup on the table. He seemd a bit taken back and you would have thought he was crazy if he wasn’t, you told him that you didn’t want a drink minutes ago and now you were practically throwing yourself at him.

“Sure, I would love t-”

Grabbing his arm, you pulled him onto the dance floor that was flooding with people. The club was hot and sweaty and the fact that so many people were so close together only made it worse. You grabbed your hairband from around your wrist and threw your hair into a ponytail.

“Woah” The guy said, licking his lips. “You’re Justin Bieber’s girlfriend.”

If that could not possibly make you angrier, it did. He wasn’t acting like a boyfriend right now. He was being so immature and you were beyond furious with him that your teeth clenched. You wanted nothing more than to go over there and pull that blonde girl away from him and give him a nice slap across his face so that your hand-print would be left on his face, but you thought against it.

This is how you’re going to get back at him. You didn’t want to act like the jealous girlfriend tonight, instead you wanted to show him what he was missing out on.

“Yeah and?….” You walked closer to him, grabbing his hand and wrapping it around your waist. “You have a problem with that?”

“Fuck, no.” He growled lowly, his voice coming out a lot deeper than you expected. He grabbed you and pushed himself against you, his hard-on immediately pressing against you. You wondered what on earth you had done to get him turned on so quickly but you ignored it, loving that your plan was already working.

The music was playing and it was so loud you could barely hear yourself think and when the beat really started to drop, the guy turned you around and pressed his hard-on onto your ass and let his hands roam up and down your sides. You were wearing a navy dress that almost looked purple under all the lights. It was tight and hugged you in all the right places, the sleeves were three quarter length, but the back exposed the most of your skin.

You began moving your body down, pushing your ass against his hard-on even more and that’s when you could hear a little moan come from his mouth and you wouldn’t have been able to hear it with all the music blazing but he was so close to you. You wished this guy was Justin because Justin knew exactly where to touch you and turn you on. He knew all your weak spots and if this was him, he would be kissing that spot right under your ear that you loved so much and his hands would be all over your thighs and sides and he would eventually grab your ass a little bit.

The problem was that he wasn’t Justin because Justin was too busy having fun with that blonde bimbo.

The guy turned you around and placed his hand on the base of your neck. The song was coming to the end and you could tell by the beat and that’s when you saw that he was leaning in for a kiss.

You were so shocked you didn’t know what to do, but you knew you didn’t want to kiss this guy. You had a boyfriend and no matter how infuriating he may be, you loved him and you were not going to throw your relationship with him away just because he was making one bad decision tonight.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” You heard the voice that you were dying to hear all night say. You were pulled by your arm and before you knew it, you were slammed against a hard chest. You saw his cross tattoo on his chest and that’s when you knew you were in for it. This wasn’t going to end well.

“Are you fucking drunk?” He spat, lifting your chin up so he could look into your eyes. You were sweating like crazy and the fact that he even had his hands on you made you even more nervous.

“N-No”

“Yo, don’t talk to her like that. You were interrupting-”

“I’m gonna give you two seconds to get the fuck out of my face before I beat the living shit out of you.” The guy didn’t move and that’s when Justin let go of you and began walking to him, pushing his chest so he kept moving backwards till he eventually hit a bar stool.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing dancing with MY girlfriend?” He growled. “You motherfucker”

The first punch was thrown and your eyes widened and you walked over to Justin and wrapped your arms around his torso to let him know you were there. This wasn’t his first bar fight but you knew how much trouble he got in during his first one and you didn’t want the past to repeat itself.

“Justin, don’t.” You mumbled into his back.

He swung at him one more time and then pulled away and it was only two punches but the guys nose was bleeding and you walked over to him and apologized.

“I’m so sorry about this. I didn’t mean for it to happen a-and” You stuttered and your hands began to shake. “If you want I can go help you get cleaned u-”

“The fuck you’re not.” Justin grabbed you and threw you over his shoulder and you couldn’t help but slam your fists onto his back repeatedly yelling at him, telling him to put you down but of course he wouldn’t listen. You felt so bad for that guy because you basically used him and he ended up with a broken nose and you wanted to help him but your jealous boyfriend wouldn’t let that happen.

He placed you into the passenger seat of his car and walked over to the other side where he got into the driver’s seat. His fists slammed against the steering wheel.

“You want to fucking tell me why you were fucking grinding on that guy?” He finally spoke. “Tell me are you fucking stupid. God damn Y/N, did you forget you had a boyfriend-”

“Don’t you fucking lecture me, you asshole.” You turned to your side to look him dead in the eye so you can finally get out what you have been keeping inside all night long. “Do you want to tell me why you let that blonde bitch touch you?”

“There’s a fucking differenc-”

“No shut the hell up, let me speak.” You held your hand up at him, signaling him to stop. “I was waiting for you at the bar and I didn’t even let that guy buy me a drink when he offered, but then I look over and you’re just- you’re with her and ugh!”

“So that gave you the right to throw yourself at him?” He barked. You could see his face was getting red from all the anger and he was practically boiling. This was the worst night of your possible life and it wasn’t what you expected. All you wanted was for you and Justin to go out and have some fun but this was the complete opposite of fun and you couldn’t wait till you got home so you could crawl under the covers and not wake till the afternoon.

When he finally pulled up to the house, you slammed the car door shut and walked into the house you two had bought together. Yes, you did live together and it happened a few months ago in the most cutest way and when you thought about how nervous and cute he was at that time, it made you a smile a little bit but this wasn’t the time for that.

You were furious with him, you had to remember that.

“You’re sleeping on the couch tonight.” You told him. You didn’t hear a response back and that’s when you turned around to see if he was still behind you, but when you did you were slammed against the wall. Your hands were held up against it and his lips came in contact with your neck.

You opened your mouth, wanting to tell him to stop because you were in no mood for him to be touching you. He had that opportunity back at the club and he didn’t bother to take it, so why should you let him?

You began squirming under his grip to somehow signal to him that you weren’t in the mood for this, but when his lips started sucking on that little spot right underneath your ear, you lost it. You bite your bottom lip to try and hold back a moan. His lips felt so good against your hot skin that he eventually left a mark on your weak spot and then proceeded to leave kisses on the rest of your neck. He licked up your throat with his warm tongue and immediately you felt yourself getting wet.

“Justin…”

“I bet he couldn’t make you this wet so quickly.” He whispered into your ear. “I bet he can’t fuck you like i’m about too. You’re in for it tonight, babe and you won’t even remember his fucking name once i’m done with you.”

He pushed his lower area onto your throbbing core and it was almost painful for you to even listen to him. You loved the affect he had on you, but sometimes you thought it was the biggest curse since it allowed you to give into him so quickly.

“I never got his name.” You finally spoke. “But I should’ve because I bet he’s good in bed. You know, baby that when I was dancing with him that his body moved sooooo good with mine and when I felt his hard dick on my ass-”

“Shut the fuck up, Y/N.” He growled, lifting you up and throwing you over his shoulder once again. You knew he was taking you the bedroom and by his force you could tell that tomorrow morning you were going to be sore as hell. You didn’t know why you explained all that to him. Maybe it was because that you were still jealous of the blonde bitch who touched him or maybe you really wanted him tonight, but either way you were getting it.

“You didn’t even know his goddamn name, Y/N.”

“I don’t need to know his name to know that he could’ve fucked me better than you ever could.”

That was the last straw because in a blink of an eye he threw you onto the bed and crawled ontop of you, his lips immediately attaching to yours. His kisses were rough and you could barely keep up with him because before you knew it, his tongue was in your mouth. You were a moaning mess underneath him already and you hated it because tonight you were trying to prove a point to him and you couldn’t do that with the way his tongue was licking all the places that made you weakest.

He lifted his body off yours and slid his jeans down and right after that his boxers were off too and you couldn’t help but stare at how perfect his body was. It wasn’t his fault that girls were all over him, you knew he was hot and you knew there are thousands of girls that would kill to be in your position, but he didn’t have to give into them.

His hands went to your thighs where he grabbed a handful of your dress and you started to sit up slowly so you could make it easier for him to take it off. You wanted him and you wanted him badly. The way he was looking at you and the way his hands always touched the right curve of your body was enough to send you over the edge.. Once the dress was somewhere across the room, he leaned down and and placed a kiss over your panties.

“Justin…”

“Mhm, what baby?” He kissed the same spot again. “You want my mouth on you? Is that what you want?”

You nodded your head, biting down on your lower lip. You wish you could’ve of spoken but you knew the second you opened your mouth a moan would come out and you didn’t want to give him that satisfaction.

“I want you to speak, Y/N.” He growled. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you, Justin.” You whimpered out.

He placed his hand over your panties and began rubbing his fingers over the cloth. You didn’t understand how badly you wanted him till now. Your eyes were shut tight and your hands gripped the sheets and when his hands began to rub you vigorously, you lost it. Your moans were coming out so quickly you couldn’t stop it and you felt yourself wanting to release already.

“T-Take them o-ff-” You didn’t even get to finish your sentence and you didn’t even know if he understood what you said since you could barely make the sentence out but he ripped your panties off your body and kissed you in the same spot again before entering two fingers inside of you. You yelped out and arched your back because he hit all the right spots and made you weak and he made your legs shake so quickly you didn’t think you could ever cum so quickly but you did and it was on his fingers and he licked one of his fingers and brought the other one to your mouth.

“No” You told him, immediately.

“If you want me to continue, you have too.” The smirk on his face was so evident and you wanted to roll your eyes because you’ve never tasted yourself and you thought it was disgusting but you wanted him so badly so you wrapped your swollen lips around his thick fingers from the base to the top and licked your lips once the sweet liquid was in your mouth.

You didn’t even get the chance to say anything because he attacked your mouth and let his tongue lick every inch of you and his hands slowly came up to your bra where he grabbed your boob and you moaned into his mouth. Your hands moved to his hair where you began tugging on the ends when he kissed in-between your breasts. He unhooked your bra and sucked on one boob while caressing the other then switched so he could give the same amount of attention to each one.

“Baby…” You groaned. You couldn’t handle it anymore because you felt yourself getting wet down there again so you pushed him onto his back and placed one hard kiss on his mouth before moving down and kissing his neck, right on his sweet spot. You sucked it until you created a visible hickey on his silky skin. You kissed his shoulder once then moved down to kiss all the way down his chest. You kissed every single visible spot of his and you looked up at him and saw his eyes were closed and he was biting his lower lip.

You wanted to drive him insane, just as much or even more than he did to you. You wanted him to forget about that blonde bimbo that was touching him back in the club and most importantly, you wanted to forget about her.

Leaning down, you placed your head at the front of his crotch. You grabbed him in your hands and placed a kiss at his tip. You were so mad at him and if this was the way you were going to take your anger out on him then so be it. You swirled your tongue all around him and few times and let your hand go up and down him. You rubbed him slowly in the beginning but picked up your pase as time continued and when he placed his hands in your hair, you knew he wanted you to take him in your mouth.

“You want it, baby?” You asked him, stopping. “You want me to suck your di-”

“Holy fuck, Y/N. I fucking want you.” He pushed himself inside your mouth and you didn’t object and take him out, instead you took it all in. You pushed him in and out of you mouth, while he hit the base of throat every single time. He was now a moaning mess and you loved seeing him this way because you knew that blonde chick couldn’t do this to him. She couldn’t drive him this crazy. This was all you.

He kept cursing underneath his breath and he tugged the ends of your hair a little harder then usual so you knew he was about to release himself inside of your mouth. The taste was unusual and a little odd as usual, but you licked it all up.

You didn’t even get the chance to speak before he flipped you over and pounded himself against you.

“Oh my g-god-d, Jus-stin”

“You like that?” He growled, his forehead falling on top of yours. His thrusts were hitting your g-stop every single time and you had to shut your eyes from how good it felt, but the moans couldn’t stop escaping your lips. No one could ever make you feel this good so you wrapped your legs around his torso so you could feel more of him.

“God, babe. You feel so good, fuck.”

You opened your eyes to look up and him and he looked so hot. He always did but the sight of him when he was giving his all to you was even better because he had a little sweat on his forehead and his mouth was a little open and from all the heat, his face was red. He was so handsome.

He placed his mouth over yours and as his thrusts became a little sloppy you could tell he was about to release and from the aching in core, you knew you were about to too. His lips tasted so fucking good and it was mixed with a little alcohol but you could taste his usual minty breath and my god, nothing has ever tasted better.

You bite his shoulder, giving him a signal that you were close so he picked up his pace for the last few thrusts and before you knew it he pulled out of you and spilled himself onto your stomach. His body crashed down next to you and your breaths were both extremely heavy.

You turned to your side and moved your body closer to his because the moments after sex were some of the most amazing times in your life, but tonight was gonna be a little bit different for the both of you because you knew it wasn’t just going to be one round. From the look in his eyes, he wanted more and he was going to get it and you were too weak to stop him.  You sprawled your bare body on top of his and pushed a little of his wet hair back.

“No one can do it like you, baby.” You pecked his lips. “No one ever.”

My World

Hi! Could you please write a Jared leto imagine. Where y/n is only 18 and she works with the band. Jared loves her more than anything and she’s afraid bc she does love him too but he is so much older. And Jared tells her that he doesn’t care. And fluff xxxxxxx (can u write that they first meet at a party) and that she’s British, make it really emotional thanks xxxxxxx

So I changed the age a little bit because I didn’t really like the 18 thing and it’ll be easier for me to write this with Y/N being a little older c:

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“Alright, are you guys ready to go out there?” I asked, adjusting my earpiece and checking that they had everything. Everyone nodded and waited for their cue. 

“Hey,” a voice whispered in my ear. I was going over a list for the set and everything the techies had to monitor. I raised my eyebrows in question. “Do I get a good luck kiss?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I mumbled, trying to focus on my task at hand. 

“Why’s that?”

“You know why, Jared,” I said firmly, facing him now. He didn’t look deterred, but kept leaning closer to me. “Jared,” I warned, but I couldn’t resist his playful smile. With a sigh, I placed my lips on his, one of my hands cupping the back of his neck. When we pulled away, he laid his forehead on mine and took in a deep breath. “Good luck,” I said softly.

“Thanks,” he replied happily, pecking my lips one more time before running out on stage with the others. I shook my head, a smile playing on my lips. Jared Leto was probably the sweetest man I had ever met. He made me laugh and smile, cheered me up when I was down, helped me through my problems. We were best friends, our bond only growing stronger when I started to work for the band. So it was no surprise to anyone when we began to show romantic interest in each other. The main problem? Jared is 43 (though he doesn’t look or act it at all) and I’m 22. The difference bothered me more than him. 

The first time I ever met Jared was at a party. I was 19 at the time, just came to the states with a close friend, and craving a career in music. He bumped into me and turned to apologize. The second our eyes met, it was like we had known each other for ages. We talked the rest of the night, not having any interest in anybody or anything else. Our friendship only grew from there. We constantly talked, whether it be txting, skyping, talking on the phone, or actually hanging out. Within 8 months, Jared was inviting me to work for the band. And of course I said yes. 

Once I started to work for them, our relationship progressed. We began spending nights at each other’s houses, falling asleep together talking about “studio stuff”. Then I began to join them on tours. Jared took me sightseeing in different countries, his arm snaking around my waist or his fingers lacing with mine as we looked over cities like Paris and Rome. When we visited England, I took him to meet my dad, my only living family member I was close to anymore. The first time Jared kissed me, we were overlooking New York City from a hotel terrace. The first time we ever said we loved each other, we were in the Ireland countryside. The first time we ever made love to each other, we were in Sydney, Australia. And after all this, I was still too scared to be with him. He didn’t know this, of course, only that I wouldn’t accept his pleas to be with me. So I tried to stop it all, but we still shared moments like the one before his show. When I had a nightmare, I still crawled into Jared’s bunk and he held me through the night. When I was sad and alone, it was Jared who still brought me ice cream and cuddled with me on the couch and watched cheesy romantic movies with me.

When the show ended, I congratulated the guys and the crew and we closed up. I tried to kind of brush off Jared’s looks as we headed back to the hotel. I was trying to be strong and not let things like the kiss before the show happen. But nobody was perfect. As I walked into my room, I changed into comfrotable leggings and one of Jared’s shirts, flopping on my bed. I couldn’t get him out of my head tonight. It didn’t help knowing that he was in the room right next door and I could just walk right over and kiss him if I wanted to. Of course I wanted to, but I couldn’t. I shouldn’t. With a groan of frustration, I got up and walked out. I needed a smoke.

I inhaled the toxic chemicals, letting the smoke swirl around my head and create patterns in the air. I only smoked when I was beyond stressed. It wasn’t a usual thing, but tonight I needed these cigarettes. I looked at the small stick between my fingers and laughed to myself. I quit smoking when I became close with Jared. He hated it. I took it up again when I needed it after trying to cut things off.

“You know I hate when you do that,” Jared’s voice said from behind me. I didn’t even turn around, just took an extra long drag. “I thought you quit.”

“Do I ever really quit anything?” I asked, turning to catch his eye. There was a hint of bitterness in my tone. I faced forward again, my back to him. I heard Jared sigh and walk closer to me. “I was having withdrawals.”

“Withdrawals of me, or the nicotine?” he said in my ear, his hands settling on my waist.

“Does it really matter?” I replied softly, taking another small hit. Jared gently took the cigarette from my hand and flicked it to the side. “And what gives you the right to do that?” I asked in the same soft tone. I wasn’t mad, just curious as to his answer. “You aren’t my boyfriend.” 

“But I could be.” 

“Jared-” I started, turning to him. He cut me off before I could any further, his eyes holding me in place.

“Y/N, I want to be with you. More than anything in the world. I love you more than I have ever loved anybody.” His hand cupped my face, his thumb rubbing gently across my cheek. “You are my world,” Jared whispered. I couldn’t say anything, so I just shook my head. I knew that if I talked, I would end up crying. “I know you love me, too. Why won’t you be with me?” he whispered, his eyes closing as he rested his forehead against mine. I could hear the pain in his voice. Tears began to roll down my face and I bit the inside of my cheek. 

“I’m so scared,” I finally admitted, my voice barely a whisper.

“Why?” he asked gently, eyes still closed.

“I- I don’t want to get hurt again..” I told him, bringing my head up and forcing him to as well. Jared saw my tears and wiped them away.

“I will never hurt you, Y/N. Ever.”

“Jared, you’re twenty-one years older than me-”

“I don’t care,” he said, shaking his head.

“The last time I loved someone, he was older and he hurt me so bad, I thought the pain would never end,” I went on, trying to make him understand.

“I’m not him,” Jared insisted, pulling my body to his, but our eyes still looking at each other. 

“I can’t lose you if things don’t work out,” I croaked, more tears falling. Jared’s other hand came up to hold my face.

“That will never happen. I will never let that happen,” he told me fiercely, pulling my lips to his. The kiss was salty, but soft and passionate and full of love. When we pulled away, Jared wrapped his arms around me.

“Okay,” I whispered. “Okay.” I nodded my head as much as I could with it pressed against his chest. Jared ran a hand through my hair and continued to hold me. After awhile, he pulled away and leaned down to kiss me again, relief and happiness in his eyes. 

anonymous asked:

hey, could you give a brief tutorial on how you made this gifset /post/129789289845/the-world-is-a-dangerous-place-not-because-of ?? or at least what i should look up to find a tutorial for a gifset like that? thank you :))

hey :) ok since i promised ages ago that i will post this tutorial and i never did, i’ll do it now. if this is confusing i apologize, feel free to message me about anything, english is not my first language and i’m bad at explaining things, but i included a lot of pictures so i hope it’s going to be ok. and also i’m pretty sure there are easier ways to do this, but this is how i do it. so anyway, i’m gonna explain how i made these two gifs, or at least try to :) here is gifset, all other gifs are made pretty much the same way. so, 

1. from this

to this

2. and from this

to this


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Hey Folks, 

I’m debating on whether to post the Lavellan slide show I’ve been working on, tomorrow, or on Friday for #Solasflufffriday. I have all things Lavellan posted on my @PBTGOART account but for my art exclusively and to be the first to see the clip when it’s finished find me here. I plan to knock you right back into solavellan hell.

The Alpha I Love to Hate

A/N: Hey there lovelies! Here’s a Peter one-shot that was requested ages ago. Hope you like it, this is the first oneshot I’ve written since my little hiatus. I’m hoping the new season will give me more inspiration. I’ve missed writing!

BTW! I also updated my oneshots page to contain all of the things I’ve written so far. I realized it was missing a few things. 

PS:  I’ve been obsessing over Peter again, haha. Is that a bad thing? I think not ;)

Enjoy! 

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First of Many: Happy Birthday

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First of Many: Happy Birthday

Birthday’s were a weird thing. You didn’t necessarily disliked your birthday. It was just another year tacked on to your age. It was just awkward bringing up birthdays. Were you supposed to say Hey it my birthday, to your boyfriend? You two had only been dating for a few months and honestly at this time it was starting to feel more like a hindrance just to bring it up.

He was prepping for the tour with Hanbin and Bobby and you wanted to do everything that you could to make sure he was ready for that. Things were pretty hectic and he was practically living out of the studio just to get music ready. So you really didn’t mind putting him first. After all, you loved him.

There were just a few more errands to get done but since you two could do it together it was practically a date. A date that YG could use as a tax write-off. You laced your arm with Mino’s as you two made your way down the street. “Ah, Oppa did you want to get a few more shirts for tour?”

“Nah. I don’t need it. Stylist Noona provides most of them.”

“What about for your free time?”

“I could just wear my other ones.”

“Yah, Oppa you know you’re not going to do laundry on tour. Are you sure you don’t want more?”

“You have a point.” he mumbled to himself.

You giggled pecking his cheek and heading inside a store grabbing a few more clothing items and accessories.

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Pemzin and Power Dynamics

Anonymous said to lokgifsandmusings:

Hey I’ve been a fan of your blogs for quite some time now, especially the one about GoT considering I always had problems with certain things in the show but through reading your things I managed to better understand what bothered me. And I actually didn’t know this blog before, and I am glad I found it now. Speaking of which I wanted to ask you something that has been on my mind while watching LoK. What do you think of the huge age gap between Tenzin and Pema and the power dynamics at play?

First of all, welcome! I’m a lot less yelly over here because this show is a hell of a lot better

I’m actually really glad I got this question. I held back from talking about it in my Linzin meta/feels vomit, but it’s something I’ve been thinking about a lot, especially with my planning of The Tribunals.

Canonically, Tenzin is 51 in Book 1, and Pema is 35. Jinora is 10, which means she was conceived when Pema was 24 and Tenzin was 40. And for some reason in my headcanon, their relationship began when Pema was 20ish and Tenzin was 36ish. In my mind, Tenzin didn’t entertain the possibility of dating Pema before this time period (and her love confession), and 4 years to date, marry, and produce Jinora seems about right.

And remember, Aang dies when Tenzin is 34, so the baby-panic begins. I’m also of the staunch opinion that he and Lin were dating during this time, and had been dating for at least 10 years…probably closer to 15. Then, we know Pema’s confession to Tenzin overlaps Linzin:

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Oh-flightlessness sent in this lovely submission. Here’s what she said:

“Hey there, I adore this blog, as it accepts and loves on loads of different types of bodies! Anyway, here’s my body… I’ve hated it for most of my life, though it has changed so much. However, in the last year, I’ve taken control of my body, my perception of it, as well as my health. I do kickboxing 3x a week, and have amped up the amount of good things I put in my body, and I am SO PROUD of my body. For the first time in my life, at age 20, I’m wearing a bikini this summer. :) Yay for body positivity! ”

So happy for you! Thanks for sharing :)

Blog Magazine Issue 51

GACKT’s Fucking Stupid Stories

It’s really a pain in the ass that my cold won’t go away.
My fever goes up and down all day.

And to top it all off,
I’m coughing now too.

The cold going around this year is pretty strong.
It seems like it will take time to recover from.

I tried sorting through photos from Nemuri Kyoshiro
for the first time in ages.



Things were tough then too.
Training every single day.

And I did training today too.
Even when I have a cold
and a fever,
I don’t neglect my training.

It’s because it’s a time like this,
that I do my training thoroghly.

Why?

You think I should stop at a time like this?

Hey, hey,
who do you think I am?
Don’t lump me in with those second rate guys over there.



There’s a feeling you can only get at times like these.

It’s because it’s a difficult time
that it’s a good chance to see how much you can do at times like these.

It ties into knowing my own potential,
and confirming and comprehending
how much you can do in these circumstances
is an obvious thing for me as a man.

…but it’s hard.


That said,
colds to me are just
distortions in my body I’ve built up over many years.

Masajii is a close friend of mine
who often appears in this blog magazine.

Since he had part of his pelvis removed in an operation for bone cancer
in 2000, he’s been constantly fighting illness.

Of course,
he has a power that most people don’t think of as belonging to a sick person.
But the reality is that his body is quite damaged.


Every now and then he says this.

“Waka… I’ve lived pushing myself too far.
When I was suddenly told I was sick and how long I had left,
I burst out laughing…”

[“Waka”= nickname for GACKT, meaning something like “young lord”]

He’s really interesting.
He always has a sort of long term view towards life.
Because he is constantly prepared for his own death.

Everyone is afraid of dying.
But,
if they live with death alongside them constantly
people can feel that death is just a part of life.

Death is always sitting beside you…


My teacher and father Ogata Ken
also lived with cancer for a long time.

I’ve heard he said something like this.

“Since I got cancer,
for the first time, I’ve been able
to look at all of my bad points,
my weak points, the parts of me that cause people trouble,
and feel, "I’m sorry” and “Thank you”…“

Every now and again, his manager suddenly
tells me something about him from when he was alive.

All of those words become strength for me.


This was a few days ago.
I was talking about bodily pain with Masajii.
I was suffering from a cold so he said to me.

"I’m fine, Waka.
My spirit hasn’t been broken.
If you die from your cold, then I’ll become GACKT.
I’ll take care of your LOVERS too so don’t worry.
I’ll even do VISUALIVES, somehow”

Ahahahahaha.
Even though he’s dealing with his own pain,
he really makes me laugh.
I’m grateful.

Through these silly back-and-forths
he casually teaches me
gratitude for being healthy.

ROYAL1X1S’ FIRST CHARACTER PSD | (mf) ;; As it obviously says, this is my first character PSD (ever!!!) that I really just got bored and made instead of doing more productive things.

  • The fonts used are Signarita Zhai (name) and Orator Std (age or label).
  • Both the name and age/label options are centered in relation to the arrow.
  • There’s no PSD on this, but none of the textures used are mine!
  • Honestly, it should be pretty easy to use and customize as you please, just don’t claim as your own!

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hey guys! i’m sorry i haven’t been active for ages. i miss tumblr and you guys! i think i’ll start a queue so my blog’s more active. i hope you’re all going good!

football tumblr is the best place ever, i learnt everything i know about football and the players from you guys and youse make the b e s t edits and memes! c’:

first of all, the best thing that i have gotten out of this blog is finding my two wonderful friends anna @fatherpique and gaby @reptar3000. you’re both so lovely, funny and beautiful! and you’re so interesting i love hearing your stories and about your day! thank you for always encouraging me and keeping me up to speed with games i miss :’) i’m so happy to be friends with both of you, thank you for putting up with me! <333 😘 💕

i am going to bold my favourite girls that i also consider friends (if i mess this up i’m sorry i’m terrible with remembering who’s url is who haha) but every single blog on my ff is absolutely flawless to me and i love you all and my dash is literally perfect so thank you all! (i’ll also put blogs in italics that i have special love for.) i am aware that this all sounds very soppy but like i mean it, being a football fan is at least 100x better because of you all 😘😘

a - b
@aguantemessi ♡ @alexis-barca@all-the-good-things-here-e@anyakneller@arsenalmadrid@asagxx ♡ @aubameyangs@aysenal @babygurlpam@bae-sino @barca-aka-life ♡ @barca-and-milkshakes@barcamos ♡ @bbbarcelona ♡ @becausefcbarcelona ♡ @bellaraeanne ♡ @bittoosharma @blaugr4na @blaugrana-heart@blaugranachambo@blaugranasempre ♡ @blessneymar ♡ @blueandclaretarmy @brasilflagemoji ♡ @brazilianzaddys ♡ @butterfliesmademehappyagain

c - g
@captaincuccittini@captainorangeaddict ♡ @caribbeancule ♡ @catshummels @celine-xox @chiicharit-hoe ♡ @cityroyalty ♡ @cloudyweeks ♡ @cruyffsbeckenbauer ♡ @cr7planet ♡ @danialvse  @davidvanilla @digno-dinho ♡ @dramagneto ♡ @dreamxcelebs @ederhazard ♡ @explicitneymar@fathermessi @football-er@football-players-and-wags ♡ @footballgivesyoulife ♡ @furrball21@futbolaf@fvckyeahneymarjr@fxxball ♡ @gerardpiqashian@griezmanns

h - l
@haillionel @happyfeetiniesta @hazardsthorgan ♡ @hazarrrrrd ♡ @hellocilantro ♡ @incorrectrealmadridquotes ♡ @infiniteabouteverithing   ♡ @irisd1011 ♡ @isabeliglesias ♡ @jeremybetterthanieu ♡ @jordi-albae@juniorsneymar ♡ @koscielnythot    @ladyurania7 ♡ @la-vecchia-signora@leosbarca ♡ @letsimaginemeandyou@lindarafaella @littleprincessflower ♡ @live-the-beautiful-game ♡ @locablaugrana@lucasmourx

m - o
@marcbartra19 ♡ @marcorreuss ♡ @mascheranos-workoutplan ♡ @maschessii@mateomessii@messiismagic ♡ @messiomg ♡ @messithemagnificent ♡ @messyleos ♡ @mesut-and-tie ♡ @momolacoste ♡ @mrs-neymar-jr ♡ @my-i-love-you-leo ♡ @namichipscookie@natalieisindistress  ♡ @naymarsjr ♡ @naynarr37 ♡ @neyali @neyassmar @neybutt ♡ @neyjr ♡ @neymar-jr11life@neymar-meu-preto@neymaraesthetic ♡ @neymarchrist @neymarisaboss @neymela ♡ @neymessi81 ♡ @neyney-my-baebae ♡ @njlmrv ♡ @ohikermyiker @oxlademessis

p - s
@paulobdybala@perfectneymarjr@piqueespana@piqueque@piquie@princesarafinha@r-afinhalcantara@rafinha-papi@rafinhaaa93@rafinhaalcantrara@reindawgg@reubameyang@reyrafinha@rijaujkani@ripmessi@rxfinha@samperisme @savageniklaus@scruffboots@selania ♡ @shipping-footballers@shnn24@smolmessi @sofiaesloca@spaceodddddity@sugamintkookies @suseinmcsweeney

t - z
@the-messi-mathers-lp@thiagos2lva@too-cule-foryou@totssompique@ugottalovefootball @unicorn-neymar @usversusthem13@wearebackbitches@wolfatdawn@xavi-spass@xavi-the-mushroom-hunter@zcysworld@zenzeropurosport

Well its my 25th birthday today and it feels pretty wierd. But good. I think this is my first 20+ birthday where i actually feel my age and not just like a teenager being pranked.

Though i DID have a dream last night that i went back to highschool but i was a small wrinkly bald man and i accidentally broke a water fixture, soaked my clothes and ran through the gym in just a towel, embarrasing myself in front of a hundred people so hey, some things never change lol.