Wonderful and strong words! I love how she says BLACK! Her thoughts are a truth that touches the soul of our people! Her spirit was so beautiful! We need more like her out there in the entertainment realm.
Thank you for being at a time when we needed to hear that we were strong, gifted and black! Nina Simone was pure power…
He has this video, saying “GLITCHTALE EPISODE 4 SPOILERS”
He has already uploaded so proudly to his channel. 1 and 5
I commented on it, he ignored me and uploaded even more.
He literally has recorded the entire battle I’ve been animating these past 3 weeks and a half.
And this ass uploads it with a “I hope you enjoy!”
Oh! but cami! you’re so rude to that kid! You can’t send your fans to hate on him! telling him rude things is bad!
HOW ABOUT SCREW YOU
What about me? I’m the one who took 6 years of her life to get to where I am
I AM the one who stays awake until 4 AM being sick to finish a single scene of this animation
I AM the one who works her ass off every single damn day to work on this, because I LOVE to do it. Because I LOVE to create.
I AM the one being affected here.
IF YOU want to have empathy for jerks like these. Go ahead. Because I won’t. And I’m in ALL my rights to don’t have it. Because THIS is the kind of IDIOT that has been ruining my will to draw and create the past 2 weeks.
It is my life at risk, and asses like these take it as a joke.
Would you like it if someone took everything you care about and stomp it on the ground? No? Because I don’t.
And is not about “being rude” or “going too far” because I’ve been getting STOMPED ON, BY EVERYONE this week. And I’m DONE playing the nice guy in the situation.
It is MY WORK and I will NOT allow some ass to ruin it for me. I’ll use any means necessary to take all the videos he has uploaded down. And I’ll make sure that whatever other video he has about me, will never see the platform until I finish this damn episode. And it’s featured for the first time in my channel.
And if you’re here to tell me “oh cami calm down! ignore it! dont be so rude!” save some time from your life and don’t even BOTHER to write. Because I’m done going that route.
The Griffin-Woods family seemingly has the perfect life, at least until Lexa’s (over?)zealousness as NYC’s top young prosecutor means she starts making some very dangerous enemies whose only goal is to remove her from the equation. By any means necessary.
Quite a few readers have been asking for more college years/early relationship chapters. A lot of people have also been requesting more social media posts. Since the fic crossed the 10,000 hit mark I figured I could kill two birds with one stone and did a social media about their college years.
This picks up right after Chapter 11 (December 2009) and it jumps forward a month or month and a half towards the end.
No matter how many people you add, this show still comes down to the balance of Oliver, Diggle, and Felicity. Oliver is driven to do good by any means necessary and he needs Diggle and Felicity to keep him from becoming as bad as the criminals he hunts. Diggle needs Oliver and Felicity to check the rage that made him kill his brother. Felicity needs Diggle and Oliver to keep from backsliding into the anarchist hacker she once was. Diggle saying, “You, me, Felicity — we make each other better,” is basically the writers pointing out what the show needs to be its best.
I’m a people pleaser so I would never have to apologize to anyone. I make you laugh so I can feel good about myself. And I’m there for you so I don’t feel lonely. I’m selfish. But I guess that’s human. We all strive to be happy by any means necessary. Or maybe I’m just an asshole? Unless that’s human too.
The Incident In The Room With The Red Curtain,
9k, teen. Friends to lovers. “Holmes investigates the mysterious
disappearance of Francis Colleton, a
case that requires some of Watson’s specialist knowledge.” Absolutely
one of my favorite fics of all time. They are so gentle with each other.
The Adventure of the Doctor’s Heart,
12k, E. Friends to lovers. “Holmes has observed much of Watson’s habits
and tastes over time, which
is why it surprises him when his friend objects strangely to a folk song
sung at the conclusion of a case. Disturbed by the Doctor’s unexpected
display of emotion, Holmes becomes determined to lift his spirits by any
means necessary, with mixed results.” This was one of the first
Doyle-style fics I read. Holmes’ quiet adoration of John is so good.
Grit, 5k, M. Friends to lovers. “Watson, still bruised and damaged from the Afghan War, decides to
hide his inversion so Holmes will remain his friend and
flatmate. He thinks the trade-off won’t be difficult, but in a moment of
weakness he goes to an underground club with an erstwhile lover. What
he discovers there is more than he’d bargained for.” Funny and sad and sweet, with a beautiful ending.
A Man Of Great Character And Better Humor, 2k, gen. Established relationship. Retirement. “When a bit of bad news threatens to crush Watson’s spirit, Holmes knows just the solution.” Absolutely the loveliest little sketch of two old men in love.
Five Times Sherlock Holmes Lied, 5k, gen. Friends to lovers. TAB verse. “Something in Wilde’s persecution has touched a nerve in Sherlock –
snapped that tenuous thread of hope holding him upright – and it feels
as if he has taken to bleeding internally.” This one’s hard, but gorgeous.
The Ill-Tempered Patient, 1k, gen. Pre-slash. “Holmes has a cold and is being disagreeable, but Watson is used to indulging his moods.” A funny glimpse into their affection for each other.
Mon Couer, 1k, teen. Established relationship. “Holmes tries out a new endearment in the midst of pillow talk.” Holmes gets insecure, and Watson comforts him. The two of them trying to figure out how to be sweet with each other–and flustering themselves–is too lovely.
A Taste of Honey, 3k, teen. Pre-slash. Sickfic. “A failure to observe leads to a successful deduction.” Watson becomes deathly ill while Holmes is away, and Holmes is forced to confront how badly he needs him.
The Incident With The Bicycle, 2k, gen. Established relationship. “We know Holmes can ride a bicycle, but when exactly did he learn?” A bit of a wobble in the early days of their love. I adore Watson’s kindness in this.
Wintry Morning, Victoria Station, 1k, teen. Established relationship. “Watson had come to see me off at the station, that chilly morning in
November when a quiet yet momentous shift took place in that strange
thing that existed between us.” Watson and Holmes find words for something deeper than anyone around them could imagine.
The Tempest, 3k, teen. Friends to lovers. “Now that Holmes had come back from the dead, things could return to how they were before.” Aftermath of Reichenbach–Watson is so brave.
As Yes To If, 3k, gen. Friends to lovers. Granada. “Leave for your own sake if you must, but on no account shall you
leave for mine. I can imagine no sadder outcome of the insight you have
gained tonight.” Watson lets slip more of his heart than he realizes, after they nearly lose their lives.
Winter In London, 45k, NR. Friends to lovers. CW: rape. “The last stages of a case go dangerously wrong. Afterwards, Watson tries
to live with the memory of a terrible bargain in secrecy.” This is heartbreaking, and deep, and beautiful. Be careful of the content; but if you can manage it, it’s worth it.
I May Be Speaking To Closed Doors, 2k, teen. Established relationship. “Watson makes a Valentine, and then isn’t sure what to do with it.” Poor Watson, a romantic in a relationship with the world’s most unromantic man–so it seems.
Invasion, 2k, gen. Established relationship. Watson can’t bear mice. Holmes thinks it’s rather silly, but humors him, until he understands. This starts off a bit cracky and then ends so sweetly.
Tea From Terai, 700w, gen. Established relationship. “Sherlock Holmes gets a letter from Terai, and remembers that he does know someone in Terai. Or, knew.” Watson learns a little something about his love’s past.
What Is Right, And What Is Easy, 600w, NR. Established relationship. “There’s a reason that Article 28 (which criminalized homosexuality) was called the Blackmailer’s Charter.” This cuts deep for how brief it is.
The Red Notebook, 10k, teen. Post-Reichenbach. I hesitated to include this because it’s a bit too much heartbreak for me–I can’t believe that they would ever willingly give each other up, after love. But this story’s Mycroft is so good, his relationship with Watson so bittersweet, I had to. And it ends joyously, as it must.
Masked Ball, 30k, teen. Friends to lovers. “Six months after Holmes’ return from the dead, the delicate equilibrium
in Baker Street is disturbed when a stranger walks out of the London
fog with a case–for Watson. Holmes is wary, Watson is fascinated. But
who is the man calling himself Álvaro de León? And what does he really
want?” I love, love, love this story. I love Alvaro, I love the way Holmes deduces Watson’s bisexuality, I love the mystery and the sweep and the humor of it. It’s wonderful.
Text Omitted, 1k, teen. Established relationship. CW: child abuse. “Watson learns something disconcerting about Holmes’ past.” This makes me cry, and smile: the courage with which they love each other.
The Bee Grove, 14k, teen. Friends to lovers. CW: suicide. “Watson travels to Kent to attend the funeral of an estranged friend from
his past who committed suicide. Certain things transpire to make Watson
wonder if his inappropriate love for Holmes could possibly be requited.” Beautiful.
Idée Fixe, 1k, teen. Friends to lovers. Granada. “He does not know what to begin with it. It is too grave a thing to be
treated as a mere distraction, too tenacious to be dissolved in tobacco
smoke. What does one begin with an idée fixe? With a mind bent towards
one single thing.” This is almost infuriating in its restraint, but fascinating, too.
The Thieves’ Den, 6k, teen. “The discovery of a large cache of stolen goods ends badly.” Words cannot express how I love this fic–particularly the meddling Mycroft, and the protectiveness of both of them, in spite of each other.
Since I First Saw Your Face, 70k, M. Developing relationship. “During the Great Hiatus, Holmes, studying in Tibet, reflects on his first meeting with Dr John Watson.” The only WIP I’ll rec, or read, because the wealth of historical detail and depth of their intimacy is such that I’d be immensely thankful to have read this even if it never ended. The author can be found on tumblr at @artemisastarte.
When You Know Something’s Wrong, 1k, M. Established relationship. Sickfic. “Holmes gets it wrong.” This is just 1k of lovely Watson gently forcing his medical attention on a truculent Holmes.
Pilgrims Of A Sort, 12k, teen. Friends to lovers to retirement. Absolute classic. “A pair of young travelers turn up at the Sussex cottage of an aging
Holmes and Watson, searching for proof that love like theirs can last a
lifetime. Watson tells them the story of himself and Holmes–which also
happens to be the story of Mary Morstan, and her own unconventional love
affair.” Featuring a fantastic old married Holmes and Watson and TWO pairs of happy lesbians.
A Matter of Integrity, 3k, gen. Established relationship. “It is a curious thing when a celebrity whom you’ve never truly met is
widely considered your most prominent suitor. Irene Norton sets out in
search of some answers, and discovers that sometimes the truth is a
delicate matter.” Irene is wonderful, Holmes is careful, and this is good.
Cameo, 8k, teen. Friends to lovers. “Holmes and Watson become embroiled in a case Scotland Yard refuses to acknowledge. A soulmate AU.” One wouldn’t think a magical AU in Victorian times could be very delicately done, or mesmerizing. One would be wrong.
Chimera, 800w, gen. Pre-slash. Post-Reichenbach. “My dear Watson, It is with reluctance that I begin this letter
to you, for there can be no doubt regarding its fate. It will follow
into oblivion all the other letters I have written to you over the past
two years, the only difference between them their means of demise.” Poor Holmes.
Something To Retire To, 9k, teen. Friends to partners. Asexual Holmes, miscommunication, jealousy. “Watson contemplates the future while he and Holmes investigate the three Garridebs.” This fic will break your heart into a hundred pieces and put it together again.
Hallowed Be Thy Name, 40k, E. Established relationship. “A word must be said upon the subject of witticisms first, within the
the manuscripts which have begun littering our rooms. My
Doctor’s sense of humour exists in direct correlation to his state of
well-being, and the more active a man he becomes–a felicity for which
grateful as much to his ferocious tenacity as to any higher power–the
grow the invariably poetical descriptors applied to my
person.” Holmes’ past, Watson’s love, and an epic poem of a story. This fic changed me.
Of course, look up each author’s full body of work if you want more. Mistyzeo is on tumblr at @mistyzeo and posts recs frequently. I write Doyle-style here. @granada-brett-crumbs has another magnificently expansive canon fic rec here. @knightfury1895 and @jeremyholmes post canon-style ficlets on tumblr. Basically, there’s a wealth of wonderful fic out there!
Before I start, I’m just going to say that the only characters who didn’t do something shitty in both musical or movie would be Betty Finn, Martha Dunnstock, and Dennis. That’s it. If you try to say anyone else didn’t do one shitty thing, yikes.
Alright. So, Jason Dean is a pretty shitty human being, I get it. But, quote from the author’s note in the Heathers musical script that, I personally think sums it up pretty well before I go into a rambling mess.
“Most villains don’t think they’re villains; they rationalize villainous behavior with “it’s what I had to do to fix my problem.” So it is with Heathers. You’ll get best results when your characters avoid excessive or gratuitous cruelty and negativity and instead play up solutions and hope…Dan Waters had an idea to tell a story about a school as cruel as the real world, and the kids who tried to change it.”
I won’t go into J.D.’s history too much because that’s been played out a million times. What all has he grown up with but Bud’s destructive behaviors, both in his occupation and presumably in his home life? Destruction is all J.D. knows, to an extent.
His main point was to make the world better, and though his execution was poorly picked, he MEANT WELL. “Make the world a decent place for people who are decent.” So, @people who seem stuck that he only did what he did for Veronica, no. The big plan was to stop assholes from being assholes by any means necessary and he overstepped it by a long shot.
To say that Jason Dean is completely a monster is to wash out every other aspect about him, just as to praise Heather Chandler (which, I’d like to point out is just was all the students who fake mourn her are doing) is to erase all the wrong she did.
One of the points of this story is to show that teenagers are humans and they make mistakes, and J.D. is no exception. I’m not saying what he did was right, because it was NOT, but the meaning behind it was GOOD. You have to take in every aspect of him as a character to understand him, to do otherwise is to disrespect the story, the writers, etc.
The murders: Make the world better for better people. Good idea, bad way of going about it.
Going to kill Veronica: Concerned about her fessing up, hope to get her back. Super duper Shitty.
Trying to blow up the school: VERY EXTRA INTENSE SHITTY. He’s incredibly unstable at this point.
Blowing himself up: Kind of redemption, he’s stepping back and realizing that, y’know. This didn’t work and he trusts Veronica to fix things her way.
To defend Heather Chandler, Kurt Kelly, or Ram Sweeney by pulling the “they were only seventeen” card, you have to do the same for Jason Dean.
** THIS GOES FOR BOTH MOVIE AND MUSICAL JASON DEAN LMAO STEP OFF ME WITH THIS ‘MUSICAL JD IS A BETTER PERSON’ NONSENSE.
The Return Of The Shannara Chronicles: Here’s What’s Going To Happen In Season 2
Just when you thought it was safe to go back in the water to The Four Lands…
MTV has started production on the long-awaited second season of The Shannara Chronicles, the network announced today, even revealing some majestic plotlines in the process. So what’s going on now that the dreaded Dagda Mor was defeated and the Ellcrys saved in the Season 1 finale? A whole lotta havoc.
I got a request from @namjoonsfangirl for a punishment smut. Once again guys, if I see any request that is not detailed then I will start deleting it after this especially when I’ve asked you begged- for you to please give me more detail and I’ve done a smut like this before. This is my last time and I hope you realize I’m not being mean I’m just frustrated.
“Hey. Hey Taehyung, give that back!” You shouted as he took
your phone from your body that was laying out on your back. You frowned
reaching for Taehyung’s wrist pulling him down on the couch. You crawled on his
lap as you both started to play wrestle and you tried to get him to loosen his
grip on your phone. Taehyung chuckled moving to tickle you with his free hand
knowing that it would make you laugh and loosen your grip a little bit.
“Tae-hyung! Ahhh! S-stop!” You laughed uncontrollably as you
fought for your phone, your hips straddling him and hugging him tightly against
your body as you jerked the phone from his reach. Your hand moving above his
head, Taehyung gripping onto your hips as you both saw Namjoon come into the
room holding a bowl of cereal. He glanced at the both of you going to sit
beside you on the couch. You straightened yourself up sticking your tongue out
at Taehyung as you moved to lean your head against Namjoon’s shoulder.
“Daddy Monster~ Pokemonster.” You teased Namjoon causing him
to chuckle, a light pink tent dusting his cheeks as he shoved cereal in his
mouth to keep from answering.
“Dance monster!” Taehyung shouted out playfully causing you
to snicker at his remarks. Namjoon flipped him off with his middle finger
before going back to the cereal. You grabbed the spoon from Namjoon’s hand
taking a bite of his cereal causing him to just stare at you with admiration
before it was erased from his face. Namjoon loved it that you were like this,
playful and demanding not caring that he had the title of being an idol. You
treated him and the rest of BTS like they were normal boys that you loved to be
around. You were so carefree and joking with all of them, and not once did you
ever take to social media about them. You were a best friend on and off the
scenes and they loved how you gave your company willingly. How you met was
anything but ordinary. You had seen their first performance. Sneaking backstage
to congratulate them with a basket of food. They had been so impressed by you,
Namjoon followed you outside to ask for your number or Kakao and you willingly
gave it to him. Ever since that day three years ago you had been there by their
sides keeping them close and being in their corner whenever they needed. But
Namjoon had deeper feelings for you, he couldn’t tell you but often he thought
about how it would be to come home to you. To sneak over to your house some
nights when he needed to release steam or just hold you close. How it would be
to see you in the crowd and sing to you and feel the love songs that he was
writing about. You were perfect, passionate and human. You never tried to hide
from him, you had made him feel like himself with you, he wasn’t Rap Monster he
was Kim Namjoon.
“Namjoon..” You snapped your fingers in his face that seemed
dazed out and though he was staring at you he wasn’t really here.
“Y-yeah.” Namjoon cleared his throat as he grabbed his spoon
back going back to eating, looking towards the screen he gave a sheepish smile.
“Noona!” Jungkook called out bursting through the front door
with Seokjin and Yoongi who gave you a kind smile. Jungkook ran to you picking
you up from the couch and moving to sit you in his lap.
“Hello, my precious little one.” You teased back pinching
“Noona. I’m not that young anymore. I’m a man!” He frowned
hugging you around your waist. You played in his hair smiling as you kissed his
“You’re my big man.” You were just playing with him, giving
affection to him knowing that he enjoyed it. Namjoon knew he shouldn’t have been
jealous but he couldn’t help it. Getting up from the couch, he stormed into the
kitchen washing out his bowl and disappearing into his room. He may have
thought no one noticed it, but Yoongi saw everything and he decided to pick
with the male about it next time he got.
Things continued to be like that. You would joke around with
other members and Namjoon would distance himself. Going to lengths to almost
ignore you whenever you were around because he didn’t want to get more attached
to you, his best friend and you were obvious to fall for everyone else. Yoongi
was the main one to play into it. On movie night, he kept you in his lap arms
around your stomach, his mouth pressing kisses against your temple as his hands
stroked your skin. Namjoon glowered at the male knowing what he was doing to
“Namjoon can you hand me the remote so we can turn it up?”
You asked Namjoon laughing from the jokes Yoongi were telling you leaning into
his embrace. Namjoon had gotten up to go towards the kitchen and get water
before he retreated into his room. Namjoon just looked at you for a quick
second and walked towards his room not doing what you asked.
“What the hell..” You frowned watching his tall figure slump
through the kitchen and retreat further until he was out of sight.
“You know for the past few weeks he’s been like this. Moping
and keeping quiet when you’re around. I can’t believe that he’s been ignoring
you. And you haven’t noticed. I thought for sure you were both so close but I
see not.” Yoongi shrugged his shoulders as he stroked your hair looking at the
screen. “Maybe he finally got a girlfriend.” Yoongi mused trying to see your
reaction. Your body froze, your jealously slowly starting to seep out. Another
girl friend?? Namjoon couldn’t, could he? And not tell you? But Yoongi was
really close to Namjoon just as well as you were so you knew that he couldn’t
be that far from the truth. Not thinking about what you were doing, you got up
and stormed to Namjoon’s and Hoseok’s shared room. Pushing the door opened, you
saw Namjoon there with his earphones in sitting on the edge of the bed. His
laptop pressed against his legs. He was so handsome, black tank showing off his
muscles and sagging gray sweatpants on his waist. His hair combed back but
still looking messy due to him not doing much today. He glanced at you, eyes
flickering over your body quickly before he went back to his work. You sighed
shutting the door, deciding to slowly and quietly lock it. You walked to grab a
chair from the desk sitting in front of him. When he still didn’t acknowledge
you, it felt as if your heart was breaking and you reached out to gently yank
an earbud from his ear sitting back.
“I was working.” He replied calmly not glancing at you.
“Who is she?” You blurted out. You had been pondering on
what to say but you couldn’t really think of anything so you went with what you
“Who?” Namjoon asked annoyance on his face as his fingers
glided against his keys.
“Your girlfriend!” You shouted. Namjoon paused, lifting an
eyebrow he looked up at you with a stone face his dimples poking out from how
he pressed his lips together in a thin line.
“Now what fan said something like that?” He asked and you
shook your head.
“Don’t change the subject who is she?” You asked again and
when he just stare at you like you were crazy you opened your mouth again. “Yoongi
told me you probably had a girlfriend and you’ve been really distant to me. I
don’t like that you are just ignoring me for someone else. If you don’t want me
around tell me!” You shouted at him, showing some emotions that you normally don’t.
Namjoon stare at you a long time before he spoke again with a sigh.
“I don’t have a girlfriend. Yoongi said might, he never said
I did and either way if I did have a girlfriend I’m sure he and you both would
know! I don’t have anything to hide here. I haven’t been around because you’ve
been too busy playing with everyone else to notice me! But we are all your friends
and I know how you all care deeply for us so I’m just giving you space! And don’t
yell at me especially when you don’t know things that you think you do. Please
get out and give me space this time. I don’t want to talk about anything else
with you.” Namjoon said simply plopping his white earbud back into his ear. You
sat there with your mouth hanging open from how he scolded you. If anything, it
sounded like he was just as jealous as you were. Could it be he liked you too?
The little subtle hints he gave you, your mind seemed to think about. How he
dazed out around you, let only you steal his food. Gave you his clothes to
change into and his bed to sleep in almost always insisting that you sleep with
You felt like a fool for not noticing. You knew you could
probably be wrong too, but for what other reason would he act like this? And it
didn’t hurt for you to find out in any means necessary. Getting on your knees,
you crawled over to Namjoon slowly, the sweats you had on pressing against the
floor. The cotton material rubbing against your skin. You crawled up to him,
raising up you pressed your hands against his laptop shutting it. Namjoon
raised his eyes open seeing you on your knees in front of him. He tried to play
it off frowning as his music turned off from the playlist he had going on.
“What are you doing?” He asked, his voice starting to drop
down in an octave. He watched as your hands grabbed at his earbuds and grabbing
at the laptop you moved to put it on the chair you were just sitting in. You
spread his legs wide staring up at him with big eyes.
“I’ve been neglecting my monster, haven’t I?” You cooed
licking on your bottom lip. You pressed your lips against his knee and he let
out a soft hitch of breath.
“Don’t do this Y/N. You don’t know what you’re asking for.”
Namjoon tried to warn you, pressing his hands on your shoulders. But you didn’t
listen to reason. Lifting up you straddled his waist, your hands going in his
hair as you straddled him. Your lips finding Namjoon’s as his hands were eager
to grip at your waist pulling you towards his body. Your chest against his,
legs coming to press on either side of his body. You moaned softly feeling his
plump lips press against your own, how he moved his lips softly against yours
made your heart flutter. You couldn’t believe you were doing this with your
best friend. Making out with him on his bed. Namjoon groaned, eyes screwing
shut the kiss was better than something he ever imagined. His hands moved down
to your ass pressing you down against his once soft erection that was getting
You started to roll your hips down against his, dry humping
him through your clothes to create some friction. Namjoon let you, using his
hands to help you ride him his lips moved eagerly against yours. His tongue
slid across your bottom lip slowly asking you for permission which you gave
him, spreading your lips wide to be greeted by his pink tongue. You swirled
your tongue around his, moaning softly as his tongue roamed your mouth. He
flicked his muscle everywhere grazing over your teeth and your cheeks, the roof
of your mouth and your own tongue, the kiss becoming more heated and needy with
each passing second. Your hands gripped at his hair pulling at it as Namjoon
started to rock his hips up against yours. Mewls left your lips, you couldn’t
believe how good it felt for you to be pressing against him. You circled your
hips against his, your clit finding some sort of added pleasure. Breaking the kiss,
you looked down in his eyes.
“Namjoon, don’t stop.” You moaned softly, he slipped his
hands inside of your joggers gripping at your ass.
“A thong baby? Do you like that?” He asked you softly and
you nodded your head looking in his eyes. “Go faster.” He commanded and you
did, your head rolling back as he bit onto your neck. He sucked on your skin
tasting you, tongue gliding on every ounce of skin he could find. He marked all
your skin, your collarbones also receiving attention. He kissed up your neck to
your chin biting down on the flesh as you whimpered.
“Fuck! Fuck.” You chanted out shutting your eyes. Namjoon
moved his hand down to press his finger against your clit rubbing against it as
well as letting your ass move against his bulge. “Oh god Namjoon!” You
whimpered out as your orgasm rocked through you, the wet spot staining your
sweats, the outline of his erection pressing against your clothed pussy.
“Such a good girl.” He groaned softly kissing your lips
“I want monster to come out and play.” You nodded your head
pressing your forehead against his.
“I don’t think you can handle the monster. And you will need
to be quiet.” He warned you nodded eagerly smirking.
“I can handle anything daddy monster gives me.” You were
teasing him, it was fun to see him get so worked up and riled for you.
Namjoon looked at you for a long time before he smirked. Crashing
his lips back against yours again his hands slipped from your bottoms, gripping
on your breast through your shirt, he kneaded your flesh, before he was pushing
up your shirt and you were breaking the kiss to take off the shirt throwing it
behind you. Grabbing at his next you helped him take off the shirt his toned
muscles and flat stomach showing, the soft peak of abs starting to be outlined
showing. “Get on your knees.” He commanded as his eyes roamed to your breast
and downwards. Obeying him you moved to get on your knees. Namjoon paused
listening to what was going on in the house, deeming it safe he pushed down his
boxers and sweats in one girl, his large member standing proudly in the air. As
he sat down your eyes glued onto his member not believing that he was actually
so big. Your hand reached out to grab at his cock, stroking it up and down
feeling the warm appendage in your hand, you leaned forward licking across the
head of his shaft. He groaned playing in your hair sweeping it from your face
watching as you licked around his head and up and down his shaft. Namjoon
wanted to feel more, the red angry tip leaking with precum, he had waited on
you for so long he didn’t think teasing would help anything else.
“Monster wants you to use your mouth. Stop teasing.” He gave
a stern warning with a trembling voice but you didn’t listen. Too caught up in
licking against his veins and even licking across his balls you were too caught
up in getting your own pleasure from sucking him off. Namjoon growled, slapping
your hand from his cock he gripped at your hair, forcing your mouth onto his
cock. You groaned as he stretched out your mouth, moving until you were taking
his cock past your plump lips and down your throat.
“Fuck, just like that baby that wet mouth feels so good
around daddy’s cock. Do you like it?” He asked softly, holding your head down.
He heard you choke slightly so he pulled back, threading his fingers into your
hair he moved your head up and down on his shaft slow at first until he was
picking up speed. Making little grunts and noises of approval he bit on his
bottom lip to keep himself quiet. He watched your cheeks hollowed, your hands
pressing on his knees to find purchase. Your eyes looking up at him with pure
want and desire. He loved it, how eager you looked and how you wanted more. He
started to thrust his hips up against your face as well, shoving your head down
trying to get you to take all that you could, loving how your throat tightened
up around his cock. He saw your eyes water how you whimpered around him causing
you to choke and gag more. Loving how you were acting Namjoon pinched your
nose, using his thighs to lift himself up into your mouth, the spit dripping
down your chin and onto your covered chest. Namjoon watched as your eyes
dropped low, while you were going to the point of about to black out before he
let your nose go pulling you off his wet cock. Namjoon let your nose go,
keeping his grip in your hair he watched as you heaved trying to gulp in air. Namjoon
leaned your face down slapping your cheeks with his wet cock he soon slid
himself back into your mouth, bobbing your head up and down listening to your
lewd noises. You found yourself enjoying how he stuffed your mouth and how your
tongue pressed against different spots on his shaft. He was so thick and you
felt like your mouth was so full but you loved every moment of it. How his neck
vein popped out as he looked down at you, his own lust and dominance radiating
off his body and his face. He growled at you, causing your pussy to quiver and
drip from wetness that he caused. He let out a different type of moan causing
your toes to curl. He continued to shove your head down, until your eyes were
dripping wet from the stretch. He held your head down as his hips moved quickly
against your face. He growled out your name lowly spilling his warm cum into
your mouth. You greedily tried your best to lick it all up, the bitter sweet
cum filling your mouth. Some of it spilling past your lips but when you pulled
back you licked yourself clean. Standing up because you expected it to be done.
“Oh no, monster is far from done with you.” Namjoon chuckled
picking you up, he carried you to lay on his bed, pushing you down on your back
after he unclipped your bra. Namjoon leaned down crawling over your body. His
tongue moving to lick across your areola slowly. He played with your breast,
his large hands cupping them as his tongue glided across your flesh. He moaned
slightly, squeezing your breast with his hand he sucked on them individually
like he was not going to have another opportunity the flat of his tongue
pressing against your skin. As he kissed lower down your stomach, his fingers
flicked across your nipples. He kissed along your hips before he pulled himself
back, gripping at your bottoms pulling them down. He grabbed at your thongs pulling
them down and off your legs. He gripped at your hips pulling you against the
edge of the bed. He lifted your legs up straight in the air. He licked up and
down your pussy, moaning softly he played with your slit flicking his tongue
against it. Soon his lips were wrapping around your pink pert bud. He sucked on
your clit, nibbling gently on the flesh he watched as you whimpered against the
bed. He pulled back after sometimes pressing his tongue against your entrance.
He slowly slid it inside of you, his tongue wiggled inside of you licking
around your entrance tasting your wet walls making him groan low in his throat.
He pulled back from you before he pushed his tongue back into you, thrusting it
in and out slowly teasing you with it. You were trying not to moan but you
tried to bite on your hand to silence your moan but you couldn’t help it.
Namjoon hearing it a bit too loud, he spread your legs wide, his hand creeping
up to wrap around your neck, he cut off your air, giving you a dark look as his
tongue assaulted your pussy, thrusting in and out of your wet walls he swirled
it trying to find your spot as he let his tongue slip deep inside of you. He
moaned pressing his face against your pussy, his hair tickling against your
lower stomach causing you to squirm, your stomach tightening up as he ate you
out. It felt so good, how his tongue wiggled in and out of you, filling you up,
the pink muscle curving and thrusting a bit faster inside of your walls. He was
trying to get you off, he enjoyed tasting your sweetness it was like drinking
up water. His teeth nipping on your pussy lips as he felt his cock throb. Your
body was shaking, his thumb digging into your neck leaving a bruise that would
surely be there tomorrow. He kept you pinned against the bed, your pussy
tightening around his tongue as you got closer to a release. He encouraged it
continuing to speed up his tongue motions finding your spot and aiming for it
over and over. He let his other hand press your leg down against the bed, eyes
drinking you in, his mind taking mental photos of how you looked pinned down
from him. Slowly you gave into your orgasm your hips bucking up as you gasp for
air trying to feel your lungs. You blacked out for a split second, Namjoon
letting your neck go as your vision returned slowly seeing little stars of
light you blinked looking up at him in a daze. Swallowing you licked your lips,
opening your legs up wider for him. He crawled on top of you, sliding his cock
up and down your slit slowly.
“Can I slide in raw?” He asked softly, his want dripping off
how he spoke to you. Your legs wrapped around his waist as you nodded your
“I want to feel all of you Namjoon, monster. I want to have
you deep inside of me.” You kissed his lips, your hand gripping onto his shaft,
you lead him to press against your entrance. As soon as his head felt your
opening he lunged his hips forward burying himself inside of you.
“Namjoon.” You choked out a cry of his name, the way you
gave into him submitting made him smirk down at you. Pressing his hand down
against your mouth, he tilted your head back making it harder for you to moan
out for him. Slapping his hips against yours, he pressed his knees down into
the bed pressing into you. The missionary position fitting for you both as he
leaned his head down to nibble on your ear husking out.
“You feel so good baby girl. I’ve thought about fucking you
for a while now, and I can’t believe that I finally get to fuck into this sweet
little pussy. You feel better than heaven.” Namjoon moaned out, licking across
your lobe slowly. He shut his eyes switching his pace between fast and
relentless to slow and sensual. He was thick and you couldn’t believe you were
taking every inch of him inside of your pussy. His hips rolling against yours
until he found your spot. The little muffled cry you gave out against his hand
told him all he needed to know. He continued to slip inside of you, his girth
stretching out your wet walls that sucked him in, holding him hostage. Namjoon
licked against your neck his balls pressing against your ass as he picked up
his pace letting it stay fast.
“Are you going to be a good girl and cum for me since you
practically came and jumped on daddy’s cock? I need you to cum for me Y/N I
want to feel all your cum onto daddy’s cock.” He encouraged rasping in your
ear, his free hand dragging across your clit rubbing it in fast harsh circles.
You looked up at him, your pussy squeezing around his shaft as the wetness
poured from your cunt. You were so close, your stomach tightening and your
tongue flicking against his sweaty palm. With a few more snaps of his hips against
your spot your eyes were rolling back as you met your third orgasm that night
the overstimulation causing you to squirm and drag your nails down his biceps
the pleasure coursing through you. “Good girl, now daddy is going to cum inside
of you.” He kissed your ear snapping his hips even harder, until he was
spilling his cum inside of you his cock twitching as he released it all inside
of you. Riding out your orgasms together he slowly took his hand from your lips
until he was pressing soft kisses against your lips smiling down at you.
Waiting for a while he pulled out of you and laid beside you pulling you
against his body huffing slightly he gave you a dimpled smile.
“So.. Does this mean you are only mine?” He asked softly
nuzzling your nose.
“Yes, I’m all yours.” You yawned slightly kissing on his
face before straddling him down to pepper his body in your kisses.
“I told you.” Yoongi chuckled standing up from the door
straightening out his clothes holding up his hand in front of Hoseok.
“I can’t believe they even waited this long.” He sighed
handing over the money as they walked back to the front room to join the others
and give you privacy.
Just so we’re clear, whenever I write this I’m singing it in my very best Tevye “TRADITION!” voice. If you
don’t understand that reference go rent Fiddler
on the Roof right now.
to Russia means a refocus on Original Team Arrow. The first trip to Russia, in
2x06, was really the solidification of Original Team Arrow, so it was vitally important
that Arrow not miss the opportunity to revisit the bonds the show is built on.
They didn’t miss the opportunity. In fact, they delivered a fantastic episode with “Bratva” that examines
the dynamics of Original Team Arrow.
there will be a snark filled gif response to that final scene.
Any advice on how to deal with failure? College is kicking my butt at the moment and any advice would be helpful. By the way you did an amazing job on voices for BOTW, I can't wait to see what you do in the future!
Let me tell you something about failure.
Way more often than it should, failure manages to convince us that we aren’t something. Not that we aren’t enough, mind you, but simply that we just aren’t.
This isn’t true. Failure at singing a song does not mean you aren’t a singer; failure to climax doesn’t mean you aren’t a good lover. Failing a test does not mean you aren’t a proper student, and failure did not make Nikola Tesla “not an inventor”; rather, it taught him all the different ways that would not result in what he was going for, leading him ever closer to finding the way(s) that would.
When we fail, we are given an opportunity to reflect and pore back through our actions and decisions. We have the chance to try and figure out what went wrong, or what we might have done that wasn’t as effective as we thought, or even what we did that hurt our efforts more than it helped. It is the ultimate reminder to review our process, because it’s sometimes harder when we succeed to remind ourselves to go back and identify what contributed to that success.
Failure is incredible, because it is the single easiest way in the world to make new friends. Nowhere in life is there an easier starting topic of conversation than going to someone who you feel is doing well at the thing you failed at, and asking them to help you figure out what to do.
Can you imagine? Regardless of how well you know this person, you’ve already made them feel important and valuable by asking for their assistance, and in turn you’re giving yourself the chance to improve instead of simply giving up. And further still, you’ve already established a common interest that you both share and can grow at together! What ridiculous efficiency!
In voiceover especially, this kind of connection is essential, because often when we ‘fail’ we are given absolutely no further information on the degree to which we did not succeed. Of those 20 auditions I never heard back from, I have no idea whether I missed the mark completely, if I submitted a strong take but just happened to not be the subjectively ‘best’ choice, or if something happened that was completely unrelated to the audition but nevertheless had an impact on my chances. And despite not having this knowledge, I must push myself to learn by any means necessary; I must move beyond the sting of rejection and refocus on further bettering my chances at accomplishment.
Make no mistake; failure fucking sucks. But it’s not devoid of success, and it most certainly does not represent a complete waste of effort and time (unless we allow it to be). How we deal with failure is very telling of how we will deal with a lot of situations in life where the problem we’re dealing with is not as simple as we want it to be; it’s up to you to determine how much you want those moments to play an important role in your development and path to success.