and needed to express my feelings for it

anonymous asked:

If Levi had an s/o, would he be the type to buy them little treats or presents he knew they enjoyed? Or would he find that pointless

DISCLAIMER: This is my personal opinion. In no way am I stating what I say here is canon or completely accurate. if you disagree with my opinion, that’s perfectly fine! Everyone has a different point of view, but if you are going to send me messages trying to argue points of view with me or send me hate messages, do me a favor and please just don’t even bother.

Levi is fucking horrible with expressing how he feels with words, so I could totally see him being the gift giver type. Though, I’ve stated before that Levi would probably be more of the type to gift his s/o with things they need rather than just things that they want, and I still stand by that as well. 

Restricting Magnus Bane in the 2b premiere, how rude!!!!

I am going to be honest, it’s not really new…they done it before and gave Harry (Magnus) literally one scene before. It’s annoying as hell…so I’ll express my frustrations with this gif…I hate this as much as I hate clowns!

I know new characters is coming…so maybe they should balance it a little better. There are characters I actually would like to see less of…just because they not longer hold any “mystery” FOR ME and I need a break from them. Not because I dislike them, more I just need less and more of…Magnus, Izzy, LUKE, Raphael…MAIA…more Downworlders…do not tell me that they need to follow the books, even the author called the show a fanfiction…so the inspirations, cues, and aspects of the books is expected but not technically the directions.

However, Harry’s article about Magnus and Malec in 2b is promising.

Here you go, letting Rowan Atkinson express my feelings…

Originally posted by gif87a-com

anonymous asked:

This may seem weird but my best friend has depression and I don't know what to do. I never had depression and I don't know how to help her. Do you know anything, really anything that I could do to help her??

I’m sorry to hear that. Depression is really different from person to person, but I’ll tell you about how I needed my close friends to act around me.

Don’t pressure her, if she doesn’t want to talk, she doesn’t want to. Most times, I find it really hard to explain with words how I’m actually feeling and if people keep asking and I can’t express it, I just get upset instead. 

Don’t change the way you are around her. Act the same, joke with the same stuff, talk about those boys, all those things. My biggest fear was that people would change the way they acted around me. See me differently or something. She will come to you, if she needs to talk about something else. 

If she wants to let you in, spend time talking with her about her experiences and let her know that you’re there to listen without being judgmental. 

Support her in her treatment. Tell her you are proud of her going and proud of her working towards getting better. 

Stay in contact. During these times she might have a really hard time texting, calling or getting a hold on you. It doesn’t mean she doesn’t want to see you, it doesn’t mean she’s forgotten you, but picking up the phone and texting you can be the hardest thing in the world, don’t blame her for that. Even if you always have to do it, text her, call her, stay in contact with her. Just be there for her, in any way she needs.

Don’t push her. If she says she can’t, she really can’t.

Don’t judge her. Don’t criticize. She knows.

Don’t minimize their pain. It’s consuming her and you might now see it, but she feels it. Deep  in her bones. 

Don’t give too many advise, though you really want too. The doctor and therapist are the once she needs to listen to. Be there as a friend instead. 

Keep a balance. Sometimes when someone is hurting, we want to take care of them at all given moment. but she needs to do this herself. It’s an inner fight and you can’t change her thoughts it’s only her. 

Be patient with her. 

And one last advice; You can’t make her better. 
You cannot make her better, you cannot make her okay again, it’s not your job. It’s not on your shoulders. It’s not your weight to carry. It’s all about her. She is the only one who can make this better and though you want to do it for her, it is not your responsibility. Don’t bring yourself down about that fact, you can be there for her, but you cannot fix her. It will only end up breaking you down as well!

anonymous asked:

I made an account on Bandcamp to discover new music and it has helped me with my anxiety and depression. A few weeks ago I spent the whole day in my bed just looking for new music and it was very relaxing, being that I could barely move and get out of my bed. And I keep an sketchbook close to me so I can draw or write if I feel like it and let myself express my emotions. I really hope it helps you, too. x

Thank you!! I used to look for so much more new music than I do lately so I need to start doing that again.

And I’ve been meaning to get back to journaling… I used to journal every day (like several times a day sometimes) and I really miss it. Other than the frustration when my hands are shaking too much to write. I keep saying I’ll get back to it once we move because I won’t have to dig out my journal or pens or any of that I’ll be able to have it in it’s own space again but I feel like it’s just an excuse to keep putting it off.

Maybe I’ll have to go back to the old-school blogging I used to do before I made my Tumblr account and just journal online!

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— Your smile can brighten even the darkest night. ☆ 

Happy birthday to my precious source of happiness, inspiration and motivation.
Thank you Sehun for everything. ♡
Never stop smiling. ~ ☆ 

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15 000 000. How much is this? I can’t even imagine this amount of people in one place. But we are. And this place starts with TOP OF DA MORNIN’

If we all could hold hands we could hug the Earth!

Thank you so much for what you are doing. You are not just playing games. With your thoughts, ideas, enthusiasm you inspire me, you make my day brighter. My life now is a mess and I can’t find my place anywhere. But every time I feel bad and in need for a helping hand, I know that you are there for me. Even if you don’t know who I am. And your positivity, honesty, thoughts you share with us can really cheer me up. Thank you. Thank you so much for being here.

I was too shy to express my feelings for a long time. But now I just need to let the words out. I know it’s the right time. And I know that one day they will reach you. And so will my love, respect and support for you. And a couple of pictures :’) 

Your way is in front of you. And before the next step you can just turn around to see how much people support you, how much people can have your back if you need. 

And I hope you’ll see me there. As a voice from the crowd. As a friend.

The Community loves you, @therealjacksepticeye.💚

After some thinking, I want to politely point out a few things to those of you saying Touka and Kaneki’s sex scene was rushed and meaningless.

Did kaneki and touka rush into having sex? Yes. But that’s entirely the point - in no way does that make it meaningless or perverted.

Kaneki and Touka have seen all of this happen before. Their hideout has been found. Their faces have been unmasked. Kaneki is the most wanted ghoul in Japan, and this is pretty much the beginnings of war for them. People are going to die. And they both know it can be either one of them at any time. Neither of them were going to wait for the “perfect moment, ” not when there’s a good chance that neither of them will live to see it.

What you’ve got to remember is that people don’t always make the best decisions when it comes to sex. More often than not, people get caught up in the moment and do it before they should do. This rushed nature is actually quite realistic. Even with Yorirko’s life hanging, Touka is keeping cool because she knows jumping to conclusions and being rash will do no good - she’s seen this before with Hinami’s mother.

Touka has experienced enough loss to know that she has to live for the living, and do whatever she can to keep those people alive. Sure, she’ll fight to protect kaneki, but that isn’t always what it’s about; with kaneki being suicidal in the past, she’s trying her best to give him an incentive to live. She’s letting Kaneki know that he’s loved even though she struggles to express anything other than her primal emotions. Kaneki needs to know that he’s loved right now. If there was anything more about Hide right now, it would be a bad turn for kaneki since he’d be living for the dead. It’s so important that he learns other people than Hide care for him that I’m shocked that people actually want Hide related stuff instead of this. Even though Touken wasn’t my favourite ship, I’m so happy because this is such an important hurdle for Kaneki’s character being overcome.

So yes, they rushed into having sex. However, I honestly feel this was a perfectly natural action for two broken people under pressure. They weren’t going to wait when there is a good chance there wasn’t going to be any other time for them. They both wanted to do it. Even if this is a sort of humorous thing to add remember they were virgins in their twenties as well; touka has done enough waiting on Kaneki, haha.

Please stop saying that their relationship is meaningless compared to his and Hide’s because it just isn’t true. The only other time Kaneki cried during a happy time was their first visit to :Re when he was so relieved to see Touka alive and he thought about what a beautiful person she was. After this, Haise gazed at her the same way Kaneki gazed at Rize - which Kaneki didn’t deny. If this doesn’t show how much Kaneki loves touka then I don’t know what will.

I’m honestly so proud of Touka for being so bold and collected here. She’s developed in so many ways. Sometimes, when written well, sex can really bond characters in books. While it remains to be seen, I’m really excited to see their relationship change and, hopefully, kaneki opening up to her by learning that people other than Hide love him. This is a good turn of events for both of them.

When I'm little...

~ I don’t swear at all
~ I giggle at everything
~ I always want cuddles
~ I need lots of attention
~ I will only want to eat candy
~I slur on my words a bit or put random ’s’ at the end of words
~ I will always have a stuffie with me
~ Will get upset easier than normal
~ Will need 10x more reassurance on everythiiiiiiing
~ I will more than likely be singing a Disney song to myself
~ Will skip and bounce around if I’m in public
~ Will not be able to sit still for more than a minute
~ I am clumsier than usual (which is a lot)
~ Will get distracted more than usual
~ Will make random noises to express how I feel about somethin e.g. humming, squeaking, laughing
~ I love having my hair played with
~I will always want to hold someone’s hand
🌼💙🌼💙🌼💙🌼💙🌼💙

all characters in homestuck are low key kinda an asshole

why is it so prevalent to vilify dirk specifically while simultaneously absolving the rest of any past misstep. because literally every character has misstepped in the past, has been mean, has done wrong by someone else. we ask for nuanced fiction and yet this is our response, a weird black and white view where there are characters who are good because they’ve never done wrong, and characters who are evil for their moments of greyness

with alphas specifically, they are so interesting because they are friends who care about each other a lot but also have deep flaws. not a single one of them is perfect, and the fact that the common fanon is that jane, roxy and jake are perfect cinnamon rolls while dirk is a vicious, calculating predator is one im. starting to become exhausted of

before we come to terms with what just happened. before people hate. before people love. before the end truly comes to an end. before any of it. i just want to say that black sails was the greatest show i’ve ever had the privilege of watching. nothing will ever compare. nothing will even come close. this story has changed me, has shaped me in a way not all people will be able to understand. but i accept that. i accept that some people will never see and identify with it like i do. i accept that it will never get the admiration and approval it truly deserves. i accept that there will always be people that give it hate because of what it represents. but what i will never accept is that this was simply ‘just another tv show’. this was beyond that. this was something else. it will always be a part of me. something i keep with me throughout my life. these characters will always have a place in my heart. and if youre anything like me i dont need to explain why that is. it just is.

Writing is Hard, pt 8: Slow and Steady

Summary: Dean shows you his favorite kind of sex.

Read Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Warning: Smut, dirty talk

Word Count: 3100ish

A/N: This is all written with love for fan fic. I’m teasing, not putting it down in any way. Hope you enjoy! (Sorry, tag list is closed!) XOXO

The motel door opens quietly and you hear Dean shuffle in, his footsteps easy to recognize. You don’t move, body too exhausted to even roll over in bed and say hi.

Sam has to know that Dean comes to your room every night now. Actually, Dean just goes straight in with you now more often than not, leaving Sam to himself. You’ve never discussed it, but you suspect that Sam’s silence on the matter of you and Dean is his thank you for finally having some privacy on a regular basis.

Either way, you aren’t remotely surprised that Dean is here. You listen to boots being kicked off, a gun being placed on the night stand, and clothes being shuffled off. He’s down to his boxers when he slides beneath the covers.

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So I took “and he gets really sad” to Langst levels because I have no control. 

A small case of the sniffles was nothing to Lance. He worked through it with ease, but when he woke up two days later with a throat so raw and so sore that it brought tears to his eyes, he began to second guess himself.

However, he still tried to power through, but halfway through breakfast, his weak, raspy voice gave out entirely when he was in the middle of reassuring Shiro that he just had a small cold.

He tried to talk, but all that came out was a soft squeak that left him wincing.

“Just a cold, huh?” Keith asked, one eyebrow arched in a teasing manner.

Lance huffed and poked at his throat. He cleared his throat and tried once more to respond vocally, but it was helpless and quite painful.

“You better not,” Shiro warned. “You’ll only make it worse.” He held an index finger up to his mouth, motioning for Lance to keep quiet.

Lance sighed, shoulders slumping in defeat. For the remainder of breakfast, he shoved his food around his plate with his fork as the others chattered around him as if nothing was wrong.

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It’s been all fun and games with me and my tarot cards, but lately I’ve been craving some depth. Some darkness. Some shadow work.

And while that’s not very May-esque, shadows don’t confine themselves to darkness, now do they?

So here is a little challenge if you would like to join in with me. I’ll be using tarot, but oracle cards will work just as well, or a combination therein. Most of the days will be one card pulls, but there are some two and three card questions as well. Feel free to pull more cards if desired.

Many of the questions ask “why” as well as the main question. For the “why” questions, I like to look at the card on the bottom of my deck for the answer.

Feel free to share or do this in private, everyone has their own needs when it comes to personal insights, I’m not going to tell you what to do with yours. Use the tag #shadow of may if you would like to share with us. Starts May 1st.


  1. How do I feel about the idea of “love”?
  2. How do I express love?
  3. How do I treat others | How do I treat myself?
  4. What does “self love” mean to me?
  5. How am I right now?
  6. What am I thinking and feeling? How is my environment?
  7. How do I feel about being alone? Why?
  8. What can solitude help me with?
  9. How do I feel about solitude | How do I feel about loneliness?
  10. What three things makes me happy?
  11. What is limiting my happiness? Why?
  12. How do I deal with criticism?
  13. Where do I gain my confidence?
  14. What do I minimize about myself? What do I flaunt?
  15. How do I perceive pain?
  16. How do others’ pain affect me?
  17. How do I feel about death?
  18. What has been conditioned in me about death?
  19. How can I embrace death?
  20. What provokes me to anger? Why?
  21. How do I show hate?
  22. What is the root of my hatred?
  23. What is my hatred to my energy levels?
  24. How do I express myself?
  25. What three things do I most value?
  26. What is my direction in life? What is my purpose?
  27. How do I feel about my accomplishments?
  28. What makes me feel fulfilled?
  29. How can I learn from my mistakes?
  30. How do I listen? How do I speak?
  31. What do I need to explore?
Humans Are Weird

It is well established among all sentient species that Humans are Weird. Exceptional Humans, however, make the regular humans seem almost tame in comparison.
Yatrov was to show the newest crew member- another Human- “the ropes”, as Human Jenny phrased it.
Upon arriving, however, the newest Human barely spared xir even a glance, which was odd, seeing how Humans prize interaction above all else. Shrugging it off, xe delicately held out a clawed hand to engage in the Human positive-meeting greeting, a “hand-shake” it was aptly named. “I am known as Yatrov, in Human Common tongue. I am sorry to say that I was unable to read your file report, and am thus left without your name. What is it you wish to be called?” Yatrov was genuinely sorry; the ship was in dire need of repairs, and this Human was coming to help.
Instead of taking the proffered hand, the human’s brown eyes stared into xi’s own violet. “I am Giovanni. And you are approximately 7 minutes late. I do not fault you for your tardiness, your job is a busy one, so your apologies are void. I do not need to see the entirety of this ship, I only require the engine room. Take me there and I will begin repairs immediately. Social niceties and other such meaningless things can be done at a later date, if done they must be at all.”
Yatrov felt somewhat slighted; xe’s species did not greet with touch, but it was seen as an insult- a social misdemeanor- to deny the shaking of hands. Attributing it to the Human having been under circumstances that made him “cranky” and to the fact that the Human was excited to work- humans forgot norms when excited, xe had found- Yatrov continued to try to create a pack-bond with this Human, “I have heard many great things about you.”
“Truly?” The Human considered this for a moment, head tilting, “I am merely faster than most, mentally. A marathoner or racer is not spoken of in as high-esteem as those with quick mental facilities are, are they?” The Human was speaking out loud, xe found this practice odd and ignored it. “What exactly have you heard?” The Human tapped their legs with their fingers, adopting a rhythm unknown to xir, and hummed. 
Arrogance or curiosity? “Admittedly, not much has been told. I know that you have several thesis papers, have repaired and improved upon numerous ships, and that you were good enough that our captain was surprised that you even bothered to consider joining our crew.”
“Huh.” And that was that. Giovanni did not speak after that, made no effort to communicate. Giovanni did not try to obtain physical contact. Giovanni remained aloof with even Human crewmates long after he had joined. He also remained fidgety, seemingly unable to keep still, unless it was to engage in a staring contest with the resident cat- to keep the Humans from adopting a weird, deadly creature- or to continue his single-minded work with machinery.
Three weeks after he had joined, the ship was attacked. Vernians boarded the ship, using their many appendages to apprehend multiple members of The Highlight- the ship- at once. No one knew where Giovanni was, and no one would have been surprised if he had left to save his own hide.
Which was precisely why everyone, who were all bound and trying to negotiate with what was essentially pirates, was surprised when Giovanni came around the corner, a knocked out Vernian held under gun point.
Guns pointed at him, Vernians shifted to attack him. “What you need to know: firstly, I have hacked into your language processors. All Vernae will sound like gibberish.” He paused, then grinned ferally. “Try”, he dared.
“Kir-ah?!” They did, and did not seem pleased with the results.
“Back! Restore!” the voices of Vernians screeched, their language translators on the fritz. 
“Secondly,” he paused, “I will shoot your friend if you do not release my own.” When an uproar of shouting started again, he blandly stated, “Blank point will be quite messy, won’t it?” He hummed, as though in thought, though his eyes trailed after every movement the Vernians made.
A smaller one, likely emotionally closer to the Vernian Giovanni was holding captive,  pounced.
ZZZZZT-PA! The Vernian howled, two of its 11 “arms” gone. “My threat is not idle.”
The room quieted, members of the Highlighter slowly being released.
“Thirdly.” His lips pursed, his nose tilted, sneer deadly, “Run, and pray that I never see you again!” He shot a wall, and they scattered, leaving the crew of The Highlighter mostly unscathed.
It was hours later, after the chaos was settled and the ship fixed up again, that Yatrov approached Giovanni.
“Why did you save us?”
Giovanni scrunched his thick eyebrows together, “Why ever would I not?”
“You make no attempt to communicate with us.” Yatrov insisted, trying to discover the reason Giovanni would do something without some sort of gain.
“Oh, that.” He dismissively waved his hand, his face again lax and bored. “I do not see the point in wasting words. I enjoy the presence of the crew, and- while I see no point in engaging in it- their idle chatter is amusing to listen to.” He raised an eyebrow, “Why do you ask?”
“The crew operated under the belief that you disliked us.” Yatrov felt a small bit of shame; clearly, Yatrov had been wrong to assume that all Humans were so similar.
“I-” He looked hurt, eyes filling with water- tears, they were called, and Yatrov knew that this was not a good sign. His lips twitched, his words near whispered, “Did you not consider me a friend? I thought we were.” He had begun nervously threading his fingers, humming lightly.
“I thought you disliked me.” Yatrov’s admission only increased xir’s guilt, and the slight tremors of the Humans smaller body.
“I made you and the others a new computer.” Giovanni’s eyes searched Yatrov’s one, and again found no solace. A computer did not equate to friendship. “I *made* you and the others a new computer.” The emphasis hit Yatrov. Why would one handmake something if the person receiving it did not matter to them.
“I am sorry.” Yatrov paused, xe had seen it in a Human film once, maybe…? “Can we start over?” A small nod eased Yatrov’s mind and reaffirmed xir’s decision. “I am the one known as Yatrov, and I enjoy reading: fiction, typically.” Xe did not hold out his hand, but stared Giovanni right in the eye.
The smirk on Giovanni’s face told xir that the actions- or lack there of- was not missed. “I am known as Giovanni.” He held out his hand, looking smug and slightly proud of remembering this, as their hands clasped, he said, “I enjoy sandwhiches, science, and conversations on how realistic or achievable a work of fiction can be. It will be a pleasure to work with you.”

Humans were odd, but exceptional Humans lived by a very different set of rules. Intelligence changed their perceptions. Yatrov knew, from personal experience, that they were still Human, still fantastic and horrifying, at their core. Yatrov put down the book xe was reading, looking up to watch Giovanni’s animated expressions as he ranted about machinery. Yes, truly, Humans are Weird.


(Please excuse any grammar/spelling mistakes, my hand has been cramping up lately and it is hard to write at the moment. And I should not be writing sci-fi, because it is NOT my forte, but I had a plot-bunny and felt the need to attempt it. This is basically a shortened version of what I wanted to write, skipping over much of what I actually wanted to put down. Feel free to take the general idea and write something better XD )

Don't be so stupid

Could you do a rough kinky Jerome smut?

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I straighten the covers and place the money in my safe box under the bed. Another night of work. I laugh at my own statement. Ha! Work! All you do is take rejected men’s money for a wild time.

I haven’t been doing this long. Only a couple months, but I’ve made more money than you can believe!

I know how people look at me. I see the stares of shame. How some women cross the street trying to get as far away from me as possible like they might catch something.

They wouldn’t. I don’t let any man go there. Only one man has ever taken me there. Only one man I will ever let go beyond the methods I use on other men. No one has touched me since the day he was murdered.

As I scrub the filth away from my body I think back to how Jerome took me. He had different ways of making me feel head over heels. Some nights he would take me hard and rough where the bed would get close to breaking, than other nights when he was feeling love sick he would worship me. He would thrust passionately kissing my body and telling me how beautiful I am.

I step out of the shower leaving the painful memories behind. I wrap a towel around my body and go down to the kitchen to make a drink. I get out the ingredients for a rock hard drink but then a knock on the door interrupts me.

I sigh and open it to see a man with cash in hand. He raises his brow and pushes past me. Is this really my life? He throws the money at me and sits on the sofa.

I walk over to him and set the cash on the hood in his trousers. “It’s late.” I say and make my way to the door to open it for him. He laughs and throws the cash at me with force. “Suck it whore.” This man was clearly drunk and out of his mind to think he can talk to me like that.

Though financial worries enter my brain. I need the money. I need it to get away from here. I sigh and rest on my knees giving the man what he paid for.

Once done I stand up quickly and feel like I should rinse my mouth out with bleach. Just then another knock rings out. A loud one. One of demand.

I move to open the door. “I can see why you’re so popular dollface.” I grasp the handle hard and turn to him with a displeased expression. “Don’t-” “CALL HER THAT!” A screaming voice beats me to it. I know that voice.

I open the door thinking I’m crazy. I’m hearing voices again. I swing open the door to see him. “J-Jer-” he places his finger against my lips and strides into the room seeing the man. He turns to me with fire in his eyes. “Did he touch you?” I shake my head gripping my towel closer to my body scared.

Jerome comes closer and I take in his appearance. Staples? I have to say it’s not his worst look.

The man on the couch scoffs. “No. She never lets anyone get in there. To stubborn. I’ve got to say she makes up for it man. Come here and sit. She does magic.” Jerome laughs. “Oh I know. She’ll ride me like a good girl any day.” The man once again scoffs. “Ha sure! She’s not gonna let some random person in there!” The man laughs.

Jerome turns to him with a smirk. “Oh I’m not a stranger. I was her first isn’t that right darling?” He asks lifting my chin up. “Well go on baby girl. Tell him how I’m the only one who’s ever touched your pussy.” Jerome moves me in front of the man and grips my hips. “He’s the only man to ever touch my pussy.” I say feeling Jerome move his hand beyond the towel and run his fingers over the skin of my hip. I shiver under his touch missing him exceedingly.

The man on the couch slaps his knee with a jealous expression. “Oh man! Lucky you! You’re okay with her doing this though? That’s what I call a working relationship!” Jerome’s hand goes further and slips between my wet folds. He circles my clit with pressure making my body lean into his. Jerome laughs and removes his hand. Instead he lifts up the back of the towel and grips my ass. “Actually no. You see I’ve been gone for a while. This is news to me. I find this…humiliating, and revolting.” Jerome then fiddled with his own trousers and releases himself. I feel him from behind as he starts to rub his head across my wet folds. The man on the couch just stares as if he’s in heaven.

Jerome laughs. “My my my doll. You really haven’t let anyone touch you. So tight I can even thrust into you, but as for you…enjoying the snow?” Jerome thrusts hard entering me. Filling me up like he use to. I arch back into him wanting more. Needing more. The man on the couch looks at me and nods his head.

Jerome laughs and pulls out a gun. He places the barrel to my head as he continues to thrust into me pulling my hair back. “Should I shoot you? Hm? Do you deserve to live knowing the things you’ve done? You dirty whore. Who do you belong to?” “You. You Jerome!” I moan out enjoying the blissful pleasure he’s bestowing upon me. “That’s right doll! I want you to do so for me okay?” Jerome whispers in my ear. “Shoot him.” Jerome says placing the gun in my hand.

I aim the barrel at him and pull the trigger with a rush enveloping me. The mans blood splatters on the wall and he falls completely limp. Jerome growls and rips the towel away turning me around. “You’re in so much trouble.” He says and pushes me against the wall hiking me up and thrusting into me hard and fast. I place my arms around him moaning his name over and over again. “Say it again doll. Scream it.” He says and moves his hand to rub my clit. I toss my head back against the wall in pure pleasure. “Jerome!” I moan out.

He moves to sit on the couch next to the dead man still spilling blood. “What do you say princess? You wanna ride me?” I nod eagerly and place myself above him cock and sliding down on him. Jerome grips my hips as I bouch on his cock making us both feel pleasures we haven’t had for a year.

Jerome rubs his fingers against the blood on the man’s wound and covers his hand in the thick red liquid. He proceeds to trail his hand down my body making a line from my breast, to my stomach, and right above my crotch. “Ah you’re such a good girl. You’re going to cum aren’t you? Go on doll. Cum for me.” I do as he says and release on him and seconds he fills me up with his own cum.

Jerome moves my hair out of the way and kisses me. “You’re mine. Don’t be so stupid to think otherwise. No other man looks at you. Ever! Understood?” He caresses my cheek with a smile. “Yes J.” He laughs and picks me up. “Then why don’t we make up for lost time? Sound good?” I smile and kiss his nose. “Sounds perfect.”

Originally posted by bonelotus

rebound

 highschool au

 genre: pure, complete fluff

 pairing: jungkook // you

 word count: 6k

 warnings: none

Description: Your grades are slipping too low for your liking, you’re reprimanded by the student council president, Jeon Jungkook has got you feeling some type of way, and additionally, you agree to go to his basketball game. What could go wrong?

A/N: the first fic oops i don’t really know if this blog will go in the fic direction, i’ll see how it goes. feedback is appreciated!!


You slam your locker door shut after you throw in your gym clothes, breathing out of your nose as slowly as you can as you lean against the locker, hands clenched so tightly the veins were visible.

“Woah, what’s up with you today, Y/N?” Tzuyu, Jackson, and Yerim,  three of your closest friends, gather around you. All three of them have concerned looks on their faces.

“That little…” you mutter angrily, looking up. Tzuyu’s eyebrows rise at your frustrated look.

“Hey, I asked you, are you okay?” She pokes your shoulder. You wordlessly yank out a rumpled piece of paper out of one of the many folders in your arms and flap it in front of her face.

“Just look at this,” you seeth, eyes smoldering. “My average for physics dropped. All because I wasted my time to help Golden Boy study. How am I supposed to be valedictorian now?”

At that, Yerim rolls her eyes as Tzuyu scans the paper. “Are you serious? You’re upset about, like a 2% drop? I have a 87 for your information.” Jackson just snorts.

“You should know how Y/N gets about her grades, Yerim. She’s ranked one, so obviously she has to keep her grades up if she wants to keep her ranking.”

“Well,” Tzuyu says breezily as she hands the piece of paper back to you, “I don’t get what you have against Jeon Jungkook. I mean, he’s actually really nice, smart, and good looking. Oh, and athletic since he’s also the basketball team captain now that Yoongi is injured.”

“He asked you nicely if you could help him too,” Yerim adds. “Always a first.”

“You don’t get it,” you grit out, brushing the hair falling over your eyes out of your face. The four of you begin to make your way back to your homeroom classrooms, with Jackson bidding a farewell as he is a year older.

“One, he’s not attractive Tzuyu-” you begin, disgusted (you’re lying to yourself but no way were you admitting that), “and two, I helped him for two hours studying for that huge test, and while I only got a 94, he got a perfect. His grades are better than mine at this rate. It’s not fair.”

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ANYWAY...

We all know that I’m a little bit peeved at my girl Clarke right now, but you guys have got to stop saying Clarke doesn’t love/need/care about Bellamy when the narrative explicitly states over and over that she absolutely does. 

In honor of my frustration have a list of my favorite “Clarke Griffin loves/trusts/needs/cares for Bellamy Blake” moments. (Note-this is not even close to being all the moments and mostly consists of verbal confirmation of feelings). 

I have included links for each scene which you can watch by clicking the Episode Number. When you watch the scene make sure you focus on Clarke’s facial expressions and her tone. I’d also like to point out that each Season has more Clarke related Bellamy feels than the Season before it even as Bellamy and Clarke spend less physical time together and in Season 3-the Season were Clarke was the most detached from her people as a whole, the obvious expressions of affection for Bellamy still increased!)

Season 1

1.  “Hey, you saved my life today. You may be a total ass half the time, but I need you. We all need you.” (Day Trip-108)

2.  “When you sent us down here, you sent us to die, but miraculously, most of us are still alive. In large part that is because of him. Because of Bellamy. He’s one of us and he deserves to be pardoned of his crimes just like the rest of us.” (Day Trip-108)

3.  “I trust him!” (Day Trip-108)

4. “So do you, by the way” (about Bellamy deserving to have some fun in Unity Day-109)

5. “Hey, I got this one.” (I Am Become Death-110)

6. “No, he can’t. We can’t do this without you, Bellamy.” ( We Are Grounders – Part II-113)

7. “I want you to say that you’re with us….I gave them an easy choice, but 5 minutes ago, they were willing to fight and die for you. You inspire them. And I’m afraid we’re gonna need that again before this day is through.” ( We Are Grounders – Part II-113)

8. “You did good here, Bellamy.” ( We Are Grounders – Part II-113)

9. “Wait, Bellamy’s not back yet.” (We Are Grounders – Part II-113)

10. “He’s never gonna make it. Bellamy, run!”  (We Are Grounders – Part II-113)

11. “He’s killing him.”  (We Are Grounders – Part II-113)

Season 2

1. “Finn and Bellamy? I thought they were dead. I thought they were dead. I thought they were dead.” (Human Trials-205)

2.  “Bellamy.”-and that hug, you know the one (Human Trials-205)

3. “Did you get any sleep?” (Human Trials-205)

4. “You won’t be by yourself.” (Fog of War-206)

5. “Bellamy and Octavia?” (Fog of War-206)

6. “Where have you been?” (Long Into an Abyss-207)

7. “Bellamy’s right, we have to go.” (Spacewalker-208)

8. “I can’t lose you, too.” (Remember Me-209)

9. “I was being weak.” (Remember Me-209)

10. “Bellamy? Are you alright?” (Coup de Grace-211)

11. This face (Blood Must Have Blood Part II-216)

12. “May We Meet Again.” (Blood Must Have Blood Part II-216)

Season 3

1. “I’ll do anything. I’ll stop fighting!” (Wanheda-Part II-301)

2. “I need to see Bellamy.” (Hakeldama-305)

3. This entire scene (Hakeldama-305)

4. “Too bad you were never that devoted to Gina.” (Nevermore-311)

5. “You’ll recover.” (Nevermore-311)

6. “Bellamy!” (Demons-312)

7. “Promise me.” (Demons-312)

8. “You wanted me.” (Demons-312)

9. When she turned to smile at Bellamy after realizing how to contact Luna.(Join or Die-313)

10. “The question is: Will you forgive yourself?” (Join or Die-313)

11. “We need each other, Bellamy.” (Join or Die-313)

12. This hug. (Join or Die-313)

13. “Together.” (Join or Die-313)

14. “But you’ll be covering us the entire time and I trust you.” (Perverse Instantiation Part I-315)

15. “Start with Bellamy Blake.” (Perverse Instantiation Part I-315)

16. The Clarke initiated hand-holding (Perverse Instantiation Part II-316)

17. “You don’t ease pain, you overcome it. And we will. Together.” (Script to Screen Release confirms Clarke was thinking of Bellamy here)-(Perverse Instantiation Part II-316)

18. “Because we didn’t.” (Perverse Instantiation Part II-316)

Season 4

1. “Thank you. For keeping me alive.” (Echoes-401)

2. “Bellamy, don’t!” (Echoes-401)

3. “Yes, you will!” (The Four Horseman-403)

4. Clarke writing down Bellamy’s name. (The Four Horseman-403)

5. “Bellamy should be back by now.” (A Lie Guarded-404)

6. “Hey, any word from Jaha? Did they find Bellamy’s unit?”-make sure you pay attention to Monty’s response-it’s perfection! (The Tinder Box-405)

7. Clarke’s face when Monty says “No sign of Bellamy or Stephens.” (The Tinder Box-405)

8. “Your move, Wanheda.” (The Tinder Box-405)

9. “You think you can shake my resolve? I was willing to sacrifice my own mother to stop A.L.I.E..” (The Tinder Box-405)

10. “Bellamy, are you OK?” (The Tinder Box-405)

11. Clarke’s concern. (We Will Rise-406)

12. “Is it Octavia?” (We Will Rise-406)

13. This smile (We Will Rise-406)

14. “She’ll see how special you are.” (We Will Rise-406)


And again-these are not all the moments that indicate that Clarke has feelings for Bellamy. So many of you all are frustrated with what you perceive as Clarke’s lack of care for Bellamy that you fail to recognize one of the most realistic portrayals of human love on this show. You also need to remember that not everyone loves/displays love in the same way. While Bellamy is more open with his emotions (which makes sense considering he is the “heart”), Clarke tends to keep her feelings shuttered until they come bubbling out. 

Of note? Clarke has canonically shown more depth of emotion for Bellamy, her “platonic” partner than she has for any of her canon romantic love interests. 

So can we PLEASE just stop with the “Clarke doesn’t care about Bellamy” rhetoric now?