and yeah i had to i love him

prettier-communist-than-stalin  asked:

I'm a bit disturbed by anon's dream but I think I've had worse bc there are ones I wouldn't even tell my boyfriend,, also once when I was about 15 I dreamt I was in love with a 40yo man??? But it was an illicit affair so I had to run away with him. Which I feel like is quite bad, because, pedophilia. Bad.

omg wow yeah that age difference is disturbing and terrible like I’m kind of offended that you would post this on my page???? This is a good wholesome blog honestly

Fall For Me Part 2

PART TWO. It is a short ending.

I woke up the next morning to my head pounding and confused. I look around trying to place where i’m at. I felt an arm around my waist. I roll over to Happy still sleeping. I began looking around the room trying to figure out if we had slept together last night.

“Good Morning Maddie.”

“Morning, did we… sleep together?”

“No, you passed out when you got outside.”

“Oh okay.” i got up and began to put my clothes on.

“You did say you loved me though last night.” I stopped dead in my tracks and turned around to look at him smiling. “I what?” placing my heads in my hands remembering what i had said.

“Yeah, it’s kinda funny though.” He began to laugh at my expression.

In my moments of hoping maybe he would say it back, my heart began to break.

“Hey Maddie?”

“Yeah”

“I love you too.” He got out of the bed walked over to me. He placed his rough hands on my cheeks and pulled me in for a kiss. It took me a minute to catch on and realize this wasn’t a dream. He was actually kissing me. I returned the kiss placing my hands on his waist.

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It had been two years since me and Happy had got together. We were married and i was six months pregnant with our child, a little girl. My stepfather wasn’t happy at first but he learned to deal with it. He eventually realized Happy wasn’t with for me for a fuck and leave. He knew Happy would protect me and our baby girl. I finally had my dream come true. My life was finally complete.

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BTS when you walk outside with only a towel around you in front of the other members.

(BTS is so popular…it’s kind of getting annoying but I love them. So like…BTS? Fuck yeah. Bold? Fuck no. Hobi? My sunshine and I love him. K bye.)

Jin:
He would stare at you, and soon glare at the other members watching them closely. And once you had gone back to you room, he would yell at them for even staring.

Rap Monster:
He would run up to you and scream. “Put some clothes on woman! I’m the only one that can see you naked!”. Which would make all the other members blush.

Suga:
He would watch the members with a blank expression, soon following you into the room and leaving them wondering if they’ll die.

J-hope:
He would watch you intently, as you grabbed what you needed and walked back into the room. He would then turn to his members and say “Well…well. Staring at my Jagi-ya huh?”.

Jimin:
He would smirk, and laugh a little. And turn to his members and say. “Yup. I’m dating that.”

V:
HE WOULD BE A SEXY FUCK AND DRAG YOU INTO THE ROOM. No, he would probably just smile and just turn to his members saying. “Look at my girlfriend. Isn’t she hot! Mm!”.

Jungkook:
He would be embarrassed (awe little blushy kookie.). Or he was smirk and bite his lip cuz now he’s just some sexy beast…..which one floats your boat.

atypicalfangirl  asked:

Why did you first discover you couldn't stand Ezra? (I can't stand him either. When I was 11 I watched this show and was super uncomfortable by the teacher-student relationship.)

I actually loved him to begin with. A lot. And I shipped Ez/ria for sure, for quite a while. I was, unfortunately, a big believer in the whole “love is love no matter what age” and I had. Reasons. for that. 

But anyway. Yeah. I was super into it for a long time and it was around his reveal where I started thinking this is wrong. And then when he took that bullet for the girls, I was still slightly under his spell, I didn’t want him to actually die at that point. It’s really been within the last year or two that I’ve really realized how bad it is and how uncomfortable it makes me 

And truth be told, Ez/ria as a ship is really triggering for me now. If this show had 3 more seasons, I would be stopping watching because I can hardly handle seeing them on screen any more. Over the past few months I’ve been dealing with some things that happened to me in my past and this ship has been a catalyst to uncovering some things I never wanted to uncover so. 

I always tried to be welcoming of all ships but I’m definitely not an Ez/ria friendly blog at this point lol 

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Warrior: I saw this original illustration from the fabulous Rachael Stott and fell in love. I had to see if I could make a more realistic version using photo manips. So yeah, some major differences. I’ve upgraded him to General or something. Overall it turned out okay. Free to use and abuse as you like. Thanks for viewing!

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all of you, keep your eyes forward. i’ll guard your backs. ins.

I made my own ashkore/masked man!! (actually i want him to be a grandpa buttttt it was 2 am when i sketched this)
i hope he has a pet dragon please let him have a pet dragon
also: he doesn’t have vitiligo, those are burn scars

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*:.・°☆ STOP THE HATE! LET DRACO LOVE! ☆.。.:*

UpTheHill campaign for tolerance and friendship between Draco/Hermione and Draco/Harry shippers!

Sweet Creature (M)

*I have no words*

Request: Can I get a Sub Jungkook smut where their on the couch and he cums in his pants while the reader is grinding on him on his lap and dirty talks to him in his ear??? Thanks☺️☺️☺️

Word Count: 6.9k words (heh heh)

Let me ruin you goddammit


Let’s get one thing straight. You never claimed to be a good person, never did charity work, never been the perfect daughter for your parents. And you sure as hell wasn’t someone’s little girlfriend.

You did what you want, who you wanted and slipped out of their sheets before they murmur good morning in your ear. You were a ‘no strings attached’ girl, making sure that you would never become someone’s puppet. Of course, you weren’t immune to the disease called ‘love’, your innocent high school days plagued with your naive mindset of finding the ‘one’. It still haunts you, one of the reasons your night doesn’t end with a shot of whisky and half a pack of beer. The only person who was willing to put up with you was your best friend, Jungkook.

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Soulmates (AU) Part 2

Pairing: Harry and Y/N

Word Count: 2677

Prompt (AU) : Harry took his anger out in sex-and you weren’t supposed to do that. He would go to the bar and find others just as terrible and lonely as him, drink, and then sink his sorrows into anything with breast and a hole were to put it. Niall always rolled his eyes the next morning and say to Harry “you’re a proper dick, yeh know that right?”, to which Harry would lift his middle finger up and respond with, “if soulmates are real she would love me anyhow.”

“Harry when you meet her your life will change,” Anne says, handing him a cup of tea.

Harry rolls his eyes, “I don’t care to meet her. It’s all bullshit,” Harry grumbles.

Part One


There were very few things that bugged Y/N in life. Y/N hated when people didn’t use their turn signals when driving, or when people walked too slow in front of her, or when people rolled their eyes or stared at her, but she absolutely loathed when people wouldn’t respect her choice and try and force her to talk. It was clear, crystal clear, that she wasn’t much of a talker, and yes or no questions where the good route to go, but when people edged her on she got upset.

For example, Harry just couldn’t wrap his mind around how his other half would not utter a single word to him. Y/N had written down on a whiteboard that she was ‘mute’ and would really prefer if Harry stayed away from the label. She explained that even though he was her soulmate (and she would love to be open with him) talking just didn’t seem like something she was ready for.

She watched as Harry rolled his eyes, crossing his arms, and frowned. She could feel his annoyance (literally) and she wanted to stub her toe on the table just to tick him off, but she felt like it was rude and she didn’t want to put herself through the pain as well.

“So like what? I’m supposed to spend the rest of my life with someone who won’t talk to me?” Harry asked, his eyes on her as she walks down the hallway of her apartment complex.

Y/N shrugs, ‘learn asl,’ she signs.

“The fuck does that mean?” Harry spat.

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Days on end

‘How do you feel about the violin?’

John lifted his head, turning his attention from the depths of a packing crate. God, he was tired. They’d been at this for hours and the flat still looked half-exploded. ‘I’m sorry, what?’

His eyes finally refocused to find Sherlock standing by the window, looking out at the familiar sliver of London. As unruffled as ever, and what kind of bastard does home restoration while wearing a tailored shirt? Had he even been helping? John rubbed his forehead and felt like he had grit embedded in his soul.

What had Sherlock said again?

‘I play the violin when I’m thinking,’ Sherlock said, still watching the street. Musing.

Yeah, OK. A remarkably obvious comment. Was this one of those conversations Sherlock had without bothering to open his mouth? Or had John been so engrossed in rooting through back issues of the BMJ _ and Christ, was that old copy of Hustler actually his? _ that he simply hadn’t noticed him speaking?

Or was it something more? John had trotted somewhat cluelessly after Sherlock at even the best of times, but he was embarrassed to admit that recently he felt more out of touch with his best friend than ever before. A lot had happened, even for their admirably high level of functionally insane. Quite uncomfortable things. And of course he didn’t live at 221B anymore.

Maybe that instant, unworldly bond they once formed had finally snapped. And really, hadn’t it been extraordinary, that bond? John idly scrubbed the dust from his knuckles and remembered that day …

… and then he remembered.

Now he looked at Sherlock more carefully, as if the man was no longer standing across a disheveled room but on the brink of another time. Sherlock, still gazing out the window. Waiting.

John cleared his throat, deliberate. Again: ‘I’m sorry, what?’

And there, the tiniest curl of a smile.

‘I play the violin when I’m thinking,’ Sherlock said. ‘Sometimes I don’t talk for days on end.’

He turned to look at John, settled in the shadows, elbows-deep in the past. Still that air of drama. But John saw the haughty, untouchable cool of that first day missing.

Sherlock looked almost unsure. Just something there, at the edges of his eyes. With a twist of self-loathing, John thought: I put that there.

And then: Please let me fix this. Right fucking now.

With a silent cry of protest from his knees, John stood and paused, pretending to consider.

‘I’m a terrible typist,’ he said.

Sherlock cocked his head, assessing. ‘I’ve been known to keep internal organs in the crisper,’ he replied.

'I sometimes have nightmares.’

'I have cigarettes stashed around the flat.’

'I … I have problems with my temper,’ John said, looking down, fists curling at his sides. 'I am so sorry. Sherlock …’

'I often interrupt and find apologies tedious. Also, I am a master of baritsu and will not hesitate to demonstrate it in the future.’

That tight half-smile. A sigh. Something in the room lightened by a degree. Then John looked serious again.

'I have a daughter,’ he said. 'Honestly, Sherlock, would that bother you?’

'I love her,’ Sherlock said softly. 'Please, do keep up.’

John exhaled. And just like that, it seemed a decision had been made.

They really did know the worst about each other, John thought, looking around at the boxes and skulls and wondering how their lives could possibly fit in more. He glanced up to catch Sherlock doing that annoying mind-reading bit, miles ahead of him as usual, grinning.

Flatmates? Yeah. They had potential.

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SHADOWHUNTERS SEASON 2
you are not your own

“you’ve taken my light, your darkness will come”

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Great Comet Things

So here’s a list of great comet tidbits from the last two times i saw it. I made another post about the first time i saw it a while ago that has my some other moments of interest. Honestly I’ve now seen this show three times and I still feel like I missed a million things

-I know a lot of people talk about this but Marya wears a black leather jumpsuit and holds a riding crop during the duel and also is having the time of her life on the platform by the door playing a big drum during balata

-i think it was during pierre but there’s just a neat moment where four different men are lined up playing guitar

-Andrey gives Natasha a necklace right at the beginning of the show, and then later during charming Helene actually takes it off of her, gives her one of her necklaces, and keeps the andrey necklace for herself

-oh also during the first half of charming natasha is in her underwear

-right at the beginning of no one else the entire lighting of the theatre changes to blue

-right after the duel anatole and helene mime this little “boxing” moment its just really cute

-When Anatole and Natasha first kiss during the ball, that sound is actually the entire ensemble doing rings around the rim of the their glasses. They each stop one by one and the last person to let go is Helene who lingers a little bit longer than everyone else, and there’s a dim spotlight on her as she stops

-during dust and ashes the ensemble is all over the theatre doing those backup vocals, but they come out in the mezzanine almost in like a procession, and line up all the way across the mezzanine, and also all the way down the aisles in the orchestra. It had a very like voyeuristic quality? Like Pierre is being looked over by all these people it’s really beautiful

-in a call to pierre, when marya sends the letter, paul pinto carries it over to pierre and those hanging lights like light up to follow the letter? its on that big ascending run in the music and you can really only tell when you sit in the mezzanine but its a cool effect

-during the opera if you sit in the mezzanine, after the initial opera part when it gets to “in the second act there were tombstones,” gelsey bell and paul pinto come up to the mezzanine and continue to mime the opera

-during one of the newer parts in the abduction when music gets all big and grand, there’s a man on the stage by the door at the top doing like that russian dance where you’re on your heels and then bounce up, but really slowly, BUT there’s also a man up the mezzanine doing the exact same thing and they’re facing each other almost like they’re having a dance off from across the theatre and they both have huge spotlights on them

-there’s about five million things that are happening during the abduction actually so i won’t go into all of them, but i also love the “accordion-off” that sort of happens between the two women who play it

-if you watch the tony performance you can catch a lot of the other little moments like natasha smashing a painting over balagas head, of course the making out, and everyone throwing what i think are pages of war and peace everywhere 

- so when they do the fur cloak part an ensemble member comes to the front and acts out the whole thing while playing violin, her name is pearl rhein and when i talked to her at stage door i was like “i love your feature!” and she just goes “ME TOO!” and then goes “yeah people always ask me what my favorite part is and i just go well my part!” it was so cute

-there’s one or two times in the show when sonya and anatole cross paths on stage and she just glares at him

-when natasha poisons herself marya and sonya are both sitting onstage in the audience, and i’m pretty sure sonya immediately stands up, but i know marya does, an the she just watches her before they run after her offstage

-dolokhov plays the guitar during natasha very ill which i found neat

-its so funny when pierre sings “unable to find the sleeves” at the end of pierre and natasha, i’m pretty sure that at every show i was at the audience thought he had messed up and ad-libbed that

-when i talked to grace clean at stage door i told her i loved her music and she said there should be an album very soon if anyone was curios

-when i met paul pinto at stage door i told him that he has insane energy and he just goes “yeah it must be all that cocaine” before laughing and going “WAIT don’t do drugs”

Originally posted by lethalbarnes



Title: “Can I try on the Suit?” (Reader x Peter Parker)

Summary: A certain spider hero crawls into the confines and comfort of his own bedroom, not even realising that the reader has been waiting for him.

Word Count: 1536

A/N: OK I LOVE THIS A LOT! I’ve been working on it during my free time this week and I hope you enjoy it as much as I do! :) 

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in which y/n is harry’s first love… 

She detached herself from his body, and rolled over to plug her phone into the charger next to their bed. 

“Hey!” Harry protested, making grabby hands toward her waist. “Come back. You’re so far away,” he whined.

“Calm down. I’m just plugging my phone in. Jesus,” she chuckled, setting her phone down and rolling back towards him. He quickly settled back down, tucking himself into her, always the little spoon. “You just want to rest your head on my boobs." 

He snuggled further into her, not denying the accusation, draping his arm around her waist and squeezing tightly, then kissed just above the swell of her breast that peeked out from his t-shirt that she was wearing. "I just really freaking love you." 

She hummed and kissed the top of his head.

"That’s a bit weird, innit?" 

She furrowed her eyebrows. "Is it?”

“Not the fact that I love you. Just the fact that I love another person." 

She mulled it over in her head before nodding in agreement. Loving someone who wasn’t in her family, in the fullest sense of the word, completely honest and open, the way they loved each other was a weird concept, but it was one that she was in love with. "Yeah, it’s a bit weird." 

He sighed out. "I don’t think I’ve ever felt this way about anyone else." 

A dopey smile graced her face. "Am I your first love, Harry?" 

"I…” He had never thought about it like that. “Yeah. You are.” The truth made him press his body even closer to hers. He valued the physical intimacy just as much as the emotional intimacy. He cleared his throat before he asked the question that floated through his mind when she asked him that question. “Am I yours?" 

She thought about it for a second almost agreeing before she remembered the boy she dated for a bit in high school. Most days, he’s not even a passing thought in her mind, but sometimes he sneaks up on her and she remembers how he made her feel and she gets warm and tingly inside. Before her and Harry were an item, she’d reminisce on their time together and wonder what it might’ve been like had they not split up. "I’m… not sure…" 

He props his head up on her chest to look her directly in the eye. He lets out breath, slightly disgruntled. "What do you mean?" 

"Well, there was this guy back when I was a teenager, and I’m not sure what I felt, but it was something and it was strong." 

Panic began rising within him. "Was it like us?” he asked, trying to sound casual. 

“It… was… not? I don’t know. It was a long time ago, H. But, I don’t want to talk about this if it’s going to make you upset." 

"I’m not,” he said, his voice raising up an octave. 

She looked down at him. “There are multiple ways to feel your pulse. Yours is way faster than it should be.” He felt her hand resting at the juncture of his neck and jawline. “Besides, it doesn’t matter who your first love is, what matters is your last love." 

He sat up obviously jarred by the thought of his love with another man. He didn’t like the thought at all. She immediately latched onto his back, her arms wrapping around his waist. "Baby… Come on.” She hooked her chin over his shoulder. “It doesn’t matter." 

He eventually relaxed and laid back down tucking into her once again. He doesn’t know why, but for some reason it was like he could feel her slipping away from him, so he held her as close as possible. "What about you, huh? What about your first girlfriend? The one you used to catch the train for every weekend? The one you wrote that poem on Facebook about? What about her?” He could hear the teasing in her voice, but he wasn’t up to par for it. 

“I worshipped the ground she walked on,” he stated plainly. He tried checking for her pulse, laying his head in the middle of her chest, but he couldn’t detect an increase. It was the same as it always had been, steady and, if you had asked him at any time prior to today, only beating for him. She giggled. “Why doesn’t that bother you?" 

"Why should it?” she countered, waiting for him to fire something back at her, but she could tell he wanted an actual answer. She let out a breath. “Because I know you Harry. And, you wouldn’t be with me if you didn’t want to be. There’s obviously a reason you’re not with her, or any other of your exes, anymore, and there’s a reason you are with me. No sense in focusing on the past, when we could focus on our future." 

"You’re right." 

"I know I am. It’s one of my many redeeming qualities." 

He snorted, but there were still questions and doubts niggling him. "But… but why don’t you know if you loved him or not?” He was expecting her to get massively annoyed at him for continuing the discussion after she tried to bring it to an end, but she was surprisingly calm and patient. 

“Because I don’t want to invalidate my feelings. If you had asked me back then, I would’ve sworn up and down that, yes, I was very much in love with him. But, now? Now, I’m not so sure. Now, that I’ve been with you it kind of seems like everything before was child’s play. That doesn’t mean that what I was feeling back then doesn’t count, though." 

He nodded his head, understanding where she was coming from. 

She continued speaking. "What I do know, however, is that I cared about him a lot. I’m sure of that. I still care about him, to an extent, if we’re being honest. Don’t you care about your exes?" 

He nodded. 

"I think I’ll always care about him. But, I don’t think he ever made me feel the way you do. I don’t ever recall feeling so special and important and full of love.” She untangled herself from him, slid down so that they were face to face, and grappled the back of his neck, pushing their foreheads together to look him directly in the eyes. “Only you have made me feel this way. You’re the first. And, I certainly hope you’ll be the last." 

He basked in the warmth of her words with a dimpled grin upon his lips, pink tinged across his cheeks, and a swelling feeling in his heart. He was so in love with her. He pressed a hard kiss to her lips before sprinkling butterfly kisses across her cheeks and making a mental note to always remember this moment. Because wherever life took them, whether it was together or apart, he always wanted a reminder of how he felt in this moment. It was the happiest he’d ever been.

Dean’s Doc

Originally posted by ellen-reincarnated1967

Summary: Reader has a new patient Dean who comes in handy when she least expects it…

Pairing: Dean x Therapist!reader

Word Count: 1,800ish

Warnings: language

A/N: Quote for this one was, “It’s a horror show up here,”…


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anonymous asked:

“Don’t be fucking rude Lucy heartfilia pls

Alcohol Is Not Lucy’s Friend, But Her Friends Are

Pairing: Nalu

Word Count: 2318

A/N; Sorry this took so long, been working on a few things at the same time and actually working lol! Enjoy!

“Don’t be fucking rude.”

“Oh my God Lucy you are such a meme!” Cana cackled, arm slung over Lucy’s shoulder as she tried to wedge her face between Lucy’s phone and her ear. “Besides, it’s girls night! That means no dicks!”

“Cana,” Levy sighed giving her a pointed look.

“Your dick is female, it doesn’t count. Now take your shot and spin the wheel of awkward sexual questions on your phone.”

“Does that mean Juvia’s beloved can join?”

“You know if you would just stop making everything about dick this would stop happening,” Lucy commented innocently, grinning at Cana’s disgruntled look. “You don’t even like dick.”

“Oh I like dick, just not what ninety percent of it is attached to.”

“Can you guys stop saying dick?” A tired voice asked from the phone. Lucy squeaked, shoving her hand in Cana’s face and pushing her so she fell backwards over the couch.

“Sorry Natsu,” Lucy sighed, glaring at her pack of giggling friends and making threatening gestures with her hand as she left the room. “You know how they are.”

“I did grow up with them,” he said dryly, Lucy hearing his smile in his voice.

“Then you should be used to the word dick,” Lucy teased, grinning at his scoff. ”Would you rather I say penis?”

“Oh Luce, you know I beat you at the penis game.” Natsu purred. Lucy was thankful that he was half a city away and not able to see her face, because that meant she didn’t have to suppress her shiver or stop herself from biting her lip at his deep voice. Yes, Lucy thought to herself, I’m sure you could definitely beat me with your dick.

Alrighty, that was a sign for her to stop taking every drink Cana offered her.

Time to stop being creepy about her best friend. “You wish,” she said instead of anything she might regret.

“Excuse you I totally won the round in the library yesterday!”

“Because I wasn’t playing,” Lucy huffed, smiling as she twirled a strand of hair around her fingers. “You and Gray started it, I just got kicked out alongside you!”

“Then maybe I was just imagining you screaming,” Natsu said, voice low and rough through the phone. Lucy’s heart stuttered, mouth suddenly going dry as her mind whirled.

“What?” she asked, clearing her throat awkwardly at how her own voice sounded. Thank God Cana was too busy climbing all over Kagura like some alcoholic cat.

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Most of these characters didn’t give a rat’s ass that HR died. And yeah, he was no Iris West. He wasn’t the love interest, the daughter, the sister, the best friend. But HR deserved more than a semi-teary farewell and Savitar seeming like he cared more about killing him than any of the people (aside from Tracy and Cisco) seemed to care about him dying.

Barry barely mentioned him after he died. Joe didn’t seem to care at all. Julian had an, “Oh wow, I missed a lot,” kind of reaction. Iris showed barely any grief about the situation until the funeral.

Like, I know the show didn’t care about HR, but this is just disgusting. And I’m probably one of about ten people who care because I see people shitting on him in the tag already.