because my master told me to

Go for the thing you actually want to do.  

Many students, teachers and family told me studying 2D animation in school from 2009- 2013 was foolish because there were already no more 2D animation jobs, and that I should study 3D animation. But I hate rigorous, technical work, I honestly hate computers all together. I’m not built for that kind of thinking, and I’m not interested in it. I was and am far more interested in drawing and film making than mastering technology. I’m almost four years out of school now, and have now had far better career opportunities than many of my 3D classmates because I am passionate about what I do.

My senior year of college,  I narrowed the parts of the animation process that I am most interested in to writing and storyboarding. But, I was afraid to pursue those jobs because I knew from interning in studios that they were highly coveted positions. So, I went for cleanup and animation jobs, hoping to work my way up. I even got lucky and landed character design work down the line, though I’m not particularly interested in design. It was only when i started taking storyboarding classes, making storyboards in my spare time, pursuing storyboarding jobs, calling myself a storyboard artist, that those opportunities started to become available to me. And it turns out, I’m far better at storyboarding than I was at those other positions, because it’s the thing I enjoy the most. This is not to say “don’t take that cleanup job that pays the bills.” Take that job, and do online storyboarding classes at night, and read storyboarding blogs on your lunch break, make storyboard samples and comics in your free time on nights and weekends… Then, ask for storyboard tests, and test and test and test. It might take a while, no worries. Go ahead and put ‘storyboard artist’ on your website in the meantime instead of ‘illustrator’ or 'cleanup’ or whatever your more accurate fallback job is.

Don’t work in a studio in your fallback job and wait for someone to give you the opportunity. You might think because you are hard working at your compromise job, the management will reward loyalty with the job you politely asked for, or maybe were even too polite to actually ask for. They won’t give you that job. They probably won’t even help you get that job. So test within that studio if they’ll let you, and apply other places in the meantime while you keep paying the bills with that job.

There’s no excuse to me. Even people who want to direct can direct their own animated shorts in their spare time and build up a commercial directing portfolio from those shorts. You can do the same thing making crappy live action films with borrowed equipment in your spare time. It’s costly and time consuming, but you can throw your musician friend a couple bucks for the score, get a compositor buddy to throw effects on your short in exchange for some animation she needs, and buy a bunch of friends pizza to help you clean up scenes or hold lights or whatever. I’ve done it before.

I used storyboards as an example above, (read blogs during lunch, etc.) but apply that same tenacity towards whatever you want to do: vis dev, character design, comic penciler, stop motion fabricator, 3D modeler, whatever. I want to be a writer now, that’s the next hurdle for me. I’ve written two pilots and I’m taking it seriously, going to writing events, talking to people, refining my work and writing new material, and generally conducting myself as a writer. I have no idea how long, or even if this will take, but I’m pursuing it like it’s real because I enjoy writing, so I think I’d be good at it. Please don’t be one of these people that talks about all the stuff you’re “working on”, when you are really just thinking about working on that stuff. Too many of those in the world, please just go and get things done. “There are those who write, and those who talk about writing.” An adage I like. Apply it to whatever you like “There are those who design characters, and those who talk about designing characters…”

So please, everyone, go for what you want, don’t stop short now. You’ll be a lot better at your job when you’re doing the thing you like.

Magic Shenanigins

Context: We were playing a session of 5e, the group consisted of a CN Female Aventi Bard (Aventis being an aquatic variant of Humans from 3.5, played by me), a CN Male Half Dragon Turtle/ Half elf ranger, a NG Male Wood Elf Monk, and a LE Female Human Cleric of some homebrewed deity. None of us liked the Electrum currency, but I hated it with a passion. We were in port after having fled from a kraken we had luckily spotted before it was able to attack us due to my trident of warning. While everyone was resting back on the ship, they decided to send me off to find some waterbreathing potions because we were going to look for a shipwreck later.

DM: You see a small, unassuming building with a small sign hanging from it that says “Discount Magic Shop”

Me: I’ll go inside I suppose.

DM: Okay. As you walk inside, you see a cluttered mess of items and shelves. While you take in the mess before you, a small elderly gnome appears behind the counter.

Gnome (DM): “Can I help you Missy?”

Me: “Yeah, do you have any potions of waterbreathing? I recently learned that my friends cant breathe underwater.”

Gnome: “Yes, I do. That’ll be 75 gold per bottle.”

I had forgotten my money pouch back on the ship and only had a single Electrum piece with me. The Gnome and I struck up a conversation about Electrum and soon discovered our mutual disdain for the useless piece of coin. One thing lead to another and I ended up convincing him to awaken the electrum piece.

My DM decided that the electrum piece would be shocked at its sudden sentience and would do nothing but scream when taken out of my money pouch. So, I returned to the ship empty handed and was immediately given the third degree about my lack of waterbreathing potions. I told the group that I had forgotten my money but I had convinced the shopkeep to awaken my electrum piece. Suffice to say, my group was disappointed. Later on, we were getting ready to leave and they had sent me to pay the dock master (they made sure I had my coin purse). On the way their, I was pickpocketed without my knowing and didn’t realize until I had arrived at the dock masters office because I heard a distinctly familiar screaming sound and, a few moments later, a young man came into view and threw my coin purse at me.

Young Man: “Make it stop! I cant take the screaming anymore!”

Me: “Shh, shh. I cant make it stop, only you can do that. You see, you have angered my Goddess and she is a petty, vindictive Goddess and will only lift the curse if you make the proper offering.”

DM: Make a deception check.

Me: *rolls* 27

DM: He nods his head rapidly and asks what the proper offering is.

Me: “In your case, she demands a full return of what was stolen as well as an offering of equal value to her. That would be around 5000 gold.”

DM: “I don’t have that kind of money. I could barely do half that!”

Me: “Tell you what, give me my stuff back and 2500 and I’ll see what I can do.”

DM: He hands you your money back and takes you to the end of the docks where he pulls up a rope with a large sack tied to the end. He hands you the sack and asks you what happens now.

Me: “Now, we wait. If she accepts the offering the screaming will stop. If not…” I would like to close my money pouch to stop the screaming without him knowing.

DM" Make a sleight of hand check.

Me: *rolls* Nat 20!

DM: Yeah, you kinda just shake your waist a little and the screaming stops as the electrum piece is covered by the rest of your money.

Me: “She has accepted your offering. I will have to take this to her church so the proper rites can be recited and then given to her.”

I successfully conned a man out of 2500 gold because of that electrum piece. I later went on active cons with that piece of electrum until my DM finally got tired of me and had my Goddess punish me for using her name as part of cheap ploys to obtain money. I offered her half of the accumulated wealth and the Electrum piece as my way of begging for my life. That electrum piece has shown up in many of our games after that.

Loose thoughts by Jayalvarrez

I’m usually pretty closed off to sharing any thoughts or feelings but whatever, fuck it maybe I can make someone feel something, these are just thoughts and feelings of MY opinions that I pulled from my list of notes scribbled down in different moments.. I’ve always said it before I barely show 5% of who I really am on social media.. Thank you to everyone who supports me.. I couldn’t live my life like this without you.

Confidence

Confidence is natural, arrogance is forced.

Never think your to smart that you can’t still be the student, wisest people die still learning and improving.

Focus on your own ideas and directions, don’t let others & your mentors tell you everything and influence everything because even the most helping hand has biased ideas and thoughts

Trust your past self on ideas and thoughts it’s the same person you got you to where you are in this moment

You have to believe yourself and convenice your self to feel powerful about what you say, hearing your own voice has a certain ring to it like no one else’s.

Use yourself for everything you are, you truly are amazing and unqiue be loud about it but be humble & do with love.
You are undefinable, You have no single label or group you belong to.. and your mind isn’t even slightly opened yet.

Being honest with yourself saves you in the long run always.

Never be insecure of your creativity.

Don’t live a life based only around how you look, Spending time on your mind and soul is everything..
Determining your self worth off your looks will leave you empty & with short burst of satisfaction.

Remember where you started from and where you are going, You use to dream of the things you have now.. even though this life style becomes casual never forget what got you to this exact moment.


Girls & Sex

My brain is built more like a female than a males, It’s giving me an emotional reach to deeply understand and open up to any feelings or thoughts of any human being. Being soft & loving is being strong.

If she doesn’t want it as much as or more then me I have no interest, sex is mental and eye contact can give you more then anything, giving love is more then expecting all the other persons attention and actions , unless it’s feeding the soul, passionate with a twisted mind it’s a waste of time.. treat every touch on her body like it’s art. 15 second feelings are nice but a feeling in your mind for hours after is even better.


Gorgeous girls and body’s are easy, gorgeous minds and souls are hard. A girl with a beautiful body doesn’t always make for a beautiful girl.

Remember there’s always far better things ahead then anything left behind.

Being sweet & loving to girls will never not be cool, but regardless of gender actions get reactions.

Energy is EVERYTHING.

Never worry about a good looking guy stealing your girl you better worry about that guy who emotionally gets your girl more & makes your girl laugh more 😉.

Getting under a girls skin with just my eyes and words as a connection makes it taste so much better (literally) than relying on physical looks or surface substance to entertain my mind.

I think few people are really built for relationships, I think technology will save us all.

It doesn’t matter how it looks and feels to anyone else it’s how it looks and feels to us.

Don’t let chasing pussy control your life or distract your big plan.

Being physically beautiful is nice but let it be nothing more then the gates to the soul.


Human Relations

i’ve got more personalities then the people i’ve met all together in my entire life combined, I don’t expect people to understand me, more likely expect them to judge me then to ever care to think past clueless first thoughts.

Take everyone with a grain of salt and a open mind, people don’t come with directions.

Peoples opinion of you is their truth, it’s not necessarily your truth or could be even close with to right at all.

The way you talk about the people you hate is a transparency of your own self esteem.

Don’t worry about trusting people, just don’t trust their emotions. Most people can’t understand them self how could they truly trust and understand you, & that’s fine.

Study psychology and history it will give you understanding and every answer you need, the world evolves but human emotions never will, people really aren’t that complex at base.

Don’t fight back into negativity and childishness insecurity, it only makes things worst.

If you want to hurt someone do it mentally, actions are short lived.

If you constantly blame other people for your problems take a look in your own soul.

make peace with your past so it doesn’t ruin your future

Standing up for someone who can’t stand up for them self is the coolest thing you can ever do.

To truly love someone is accepting someone for every thing they come as.

World & thoughts


Language is a forum of communication not always a measure of intelligence, At times I’ve had deeper conversations with just my eyes and touch then I have with words. You could be the most understanding person on the verbal side, but without a emotional understanding you may never be able to communicate with some people.

You don’t need to be any skin tone or ethnicity to practice and enjoy any cultural feelings, every human on this planet bleeds the same blood chances are you ain’t that special.

your not meant to be accepted or fit in, if you were you’d probably not of left that old life.

You can’t blame any one person or culture for anything, this planet is more diverse then you could ever process, Don’t get mad at a person for believing or acting a certain way even if it seems wrong or foolish in your eyes.

Being a good person won’t always benefit you, but there’s some emotional satisfaction in helping others.

You can’t fight science wether you like it or not, it holds the answers to all your fears and to all your questions, It’s a depressing beautiful thing.

Just because the Mass of people believe something is right or wrong doesn’t mean it’s either right or wrong, Most people go off emotions not logic, 1st world go figure.

I feel most alive in moments I don’t feel human. It’s all I really care to live for at times, these split seconds that my mind gives me these chemicals is all I crave at times.

ART HAS NO MASTER OR CRITIC JUST DIFFERENT OPINIONS.


I stand by no perfection and i’m a complete psychopath, I’ve been told i’m crazy outta my mind but attest it keeps me from going insane.. Anything said above can change in the moment & a mind with rules & barriers is limited, a wise & witty mind is what I work towards 😉 I'f any words can make you feel or relate it was worth me sharing! If I annoy and get under your skin for being..well just who I am.. I hope it hurts 👁

Love - @jayalvarrez

@jayalvarrez

anonymous asked:

What was your favorite line from sETHER?

the whole thing was a literal religious experience.

But some of the lines I GAGGED @:

“Been through mad crews, you disloyal hoochie
Now all of a sudden you back with Drake and Tunechi?
After he said you sucked his dick, you back with Gucci?
Who next, Puff, Deb or Fendi? You a A-list groupie”

“And to be the Queen of Rap, you gotta actually rap
The whole industry know that your shit is a wrap
No, to be the Queen of Rap, you can’t have a ghostwriter
And that’s why this is my house, Flo Rida
Niggas done seen Drake penning, Wayne penning
And since your first boyfriend left, bitch ain’t winning
You a Internet troll, a Web browser, I’m sorry
You can’t get her online with out Safaree!”

“Mentioning guns, you Pussy Galore, James Bond
Only time you touch a trigga is when you fucked Trey Songz”

“Coke head, you cheated on your man with Ebro
I might leak the footage of you sniffing them ski slopes
They gassing you up, but you been on E, though
“Pills and Potions,” yep, you been on E, hoe
Got your ghostwriters back, so you think you lit”

“Only the kids believe in you, you St. Nick”

“I’m jealous? Bitch, you was happy when they took me
Best thing that ever happened to you was when they booked me”

“You claimed you never fucked Drake, now that’s where you took me
You fucked the whole Empire, who you trying to be, Cookie?”

“And stop talking numbers, you signed a 360 deal
Through Young Money, through Cash Money, through Republic
Which means your money go through five niggas before you touch it
Any videos, promotions come out of your budget
Endorsements, tour and merchandise, they finger-fuck it
You make like 35 cents off of each ducat
I own my masters, bitch, independent
So for every sale I do, you gotta do like ten”

“Stop comparing yourself to Jay, you not like him
You a motherfucking worker, not a boss like Rem”

And I saw Meek at All-Star, he told me your ass dropped

He couldn’t fuck you for three months because your ass dropped

Now I don’t think y'all understand how bad her ass got

The implants that she had put in her ass popped

I was like, “Damn, 90 days and you couldn’t have box?

Did she at least compensate? Start giving you mad top?

Her name Minaj, right? She ain’t throw you some bad thots?”

He said “Nah,” that’s when I knew you was really a trash bop


“Talking shit about me to a deaf bitch
And usually I have sympathy for the impaired
But not when you hard of hearing from untreated gonorrhea”


“I’m the bad girl when she the one out here misleading the black girls?
All these fake asses influenced by that girl
Dying from botched surgeries, what a sad world
But before the butt job, you was a Spongebob”

“"Guess who supports a child molester? Nicki Minaj
You paid for your brother’s wedding? That’s hella foul
How you spending money to support a pedophile?
He a walking dead man, sending threats to him
I guess that’s why they call you Barbie, you was next to Ken
Talkin’ ‘bout your money long and your foreign sick
Why you ain’t help your bro hide his cum from forensics
You probably somewhere overseas, foreign sick”

DEAD.

“Meek, Drake, Safaree, I see men in your pants
We call that Jelani, get it? Semen in your pants”

VH1, watch this
You just got bodied by a Love & Hip-Hop bitch

anonymous asked:

I would love to see a fluff about Yuri shaving Victor. Idk, but I find that kind of thing so cute! Thanks again. ♡

It’s a Sunday morning ritual. It has been for almost a year now. Sometimes they have to forgo it if they’re travelling, but mostly every weekend they indulge in a lazy morning, taking their time to get up, making sure that they spend the extra hours being dedicated to each other and nothing else.

Neither are sure how it first started, really. Maybe it was on one of those morning’s they’d decided to do everything for each other: wash each other’s bodies, fix each other’s hair, feed each other breakfast. But now it’s become habit that, morning shower or not, Yuuri shaves Victor. 

It had started off innocently enough. Yuuri straddling him and using his electric razor to clear the fine dusting of stubble Victor had accumulated over the past day. It’s intimate, but something that any couple might do for each other.

Now, though, it’s changed into something more. A few months ago, Yuuri had brought out a straight razor instead of Victor’s usual electric shaver. He hadn’t asked, hadn’t explained, just offered. 

As terrifying as it might have been - a single blade so close to Victor’s neck - he’s always trusted Yuuri, and he’d agreed with almost no hesitation.

The first session had been quiet. Just Yuuri concentrated on cleanly shaving Victor. His sweeps weren’t perfect, but he hadn’t nicked Victor at all, just left him with soft skin. 

They hadn’t discussed it and had gone back to the electric razor the next week. But the week after, Yuuri had given him the choice - electric or straight razor. Victor had chosen the blade. 

It’s beyond intimate now, this ritual of theirs, but still something they only indulge in once a week.

It always starts off the same, Yuuri sitting a naked Victor down on the edge of the tub, pulling the brush, soap, and blade out from under the sink. He doesn’t need to turn the overhead lights on - the morning sun is streaming in through the window at the perfect angle.

He heats a washcloth under the hot water of the tap, pressing it to Victor’s face once he’s pleased with the temperature. It’s quiet as they wait, letting the warm wet weight of the washcloth soften the stubble Victor has. 

When he’s satisfied, Yuuri sets the blade ontop of the washcloth beside Victor as he wets the brush, swirling it over the soap to make a lather, the edges of the brush lightly tapping against the ceramic bowl the soap sits in. Victor’s eyes flutter closed as Yuuri slowly brushes the foam across his jaw in long swipes, gathering more lather as needed. The bristles of the brush are soft, but sometimes catch against his stubble. 

He only blinks his eyes open when Yuuri turns to wash out the brush in the sink. He receives a soft smile when he turns back around and their eyes meet.

Victor quietly tips his head back to bare his throat to Yuuri when he picks up the razor and washcloth. Yuuri steps in between his legs, one hand keeping Victor’s head steady, the other carefully holding the blade. The first sweep is long and easy. Yuuri wipes the excess soap from the blade on the washcloth drapped over his arm. 

“My dad taught me this,” he admits for the first time this Sunday. “Back when I was a teenager.”

It takes a few more sure swipes of the blade before he continues.

“When he did, I wasn’t sure what the point was. There were easier ways, and I certainly wasn’t growing enough of a beard at fifteen to warrant a full shave.”

Victor hums in the back of his throat to show he’s listening. He doesn’t speak though as Yuuri’s swiping along his jaw. 

“I practiced anyway,” he admits. “Because I thought maybe it would be a useful skill. My father told me that if I could master this, then any other shave would be easy.”

He has a fond look in his eyes as he tilts Victor’s face to the side to slide the blade up his neck. 

“I thought it was ridiculous. And after I’d learned how to do it, I just stuck to disposable razors because they were easier.”

“Seems a shame,” Victor murmurs as Yuuri cleans the blade on the washcloth.

“I suppose.” Yuuri agrees as he continues. He works his way slowly across Victor’s face, fingers and blade moving together in a loving motion. Every action for to Victor, and Victor alone.

Victor shows his own trust, his own love for Yuuri in the way he moves pliantly with each tilt of his head. Never flinching when Yuuri comes close with the razor.

It’s almost erotic, this reverence, this attention that Yuuri gives him on those late Sunday mornings. A moment just for the two of them. 

“Even though I always thought it was a little archaic,” Yuuri says as he swipes at any moustache hairs Victor might have, “I’m glad I learned it.”

“Mmnn,” Victor agrees.

“Because now I can share it with you,” Yuuri breathes, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. It’s heart wrenching to see how soft Yuuri is in this light, smiling, eyes intent on Victor, adoration showing completely on his face. Devotion. That’s what this ritual is. A promise of every Sunday from here until forever.

When Yuuri’s finished and has turned to wash the blade before he cleans Victor’s face, Victor stands, waiting until Yuuri’s turned around again before he catches him in a kiss. 

The leftover shaving cream smears across both their faces. Yuuri’s stubble scratches across Victor’s soft skin. He feels contentment. 

“Maybe one day you can teach me too,” He says before pulling him into another kiss.

My first love will always be astrophysics but as I do more research with nuclear physics I’m falling in love with that too and aaah I love them both I’ve been having a bit of a crisis lately and then today my astro profs old mentor from grad school came to do a seminar and I got invited to the dinner afterwards (that’s usually only faculty and the speaker) because I kept asking questions and so at dinner the guy was like “you’re gonna be a great astrophysicist someday! [astro prof] should be proud!” And I was like “ah ha yeah I guess” and so we got into this conversation about how I can’t pick between astro and nuclear and he’s just like “do both! Get your doctorate in Astro and then a masters in nuclear! A doctorate in nuclear even! I was in your shoes once, I have 3 Ph.Ds now!” alfjfkskdjdjdasl I appreciate your level of confidence in me buddy but holy shit

Long story short I got his email because he wants to keep in touch with my progress and he told my astro prof to keep an eye on me

Meeting the Mistress (Cuckquean short story #1)

When I told my Master I wanted to be his cuckquean, he was shocked. If you had even mentioned the topic a week ago I would have gotten uncomfortable and possibly cried. For no particular reason (other than concentrated masturbation) I had not only accepted the idea of my Master fucking another woman, but I yearned for it. Just as odd, I went from wanting to have complete control over these acts, to wanting to simply submit to my Master and his future lover. I feel my brain is trying to make things easier for itself. It knows I’m tired of fighting with myself when I know I’ll never be enough to satisfy my Master, so instead it’s allowing me to indulge in the fantasy of him fucking a prettier, younger and tighter cunt. I’m already wet thinking about it…

He was ecstatic to hear that I had overcome my fears and insecurities; in fact, I don’t think he’s ever loved me more. As I told him in further detail of my wish to be submissive to both him and our cuckcake, he admitted his cock was very hard. After we’d fantasized about various ways our cuckcake could degrade and humiliate me, it was obvious we wanted to make it happen as soon as possible. A few hours later, he told me he would arrange everything. He instructed me to be ready for a potential cuckcake as early as noon the next day. Master would not lock the door as he left for work, and I would not lock it. I was to wait patiently on my knees, wearing nothing but my butt plug, collar and leash. When Sara came in the door, she immediately burst into laughter.

“Wow, you’re even more pathetic than he described you!” she chuckled, grabbing onto my leash. “C’mon little piggy, show me where my new bedroom is!”

She walked behind me as I crawled, and I could feel her eyes on my imperfect ass and pussy. “I see why your Master needed to call in some help, that bejeweled plug isn’t fooling anyone, piggy.” Shamefully and without a word, I led her into the bedroom and sad myself in front of the bed. As she laid down, I could feel her taking my old place as she put me into my new one. I am her bitch now just as much as I am Master’s. Remembering my presence at her feet, she said “Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Sara, but you can call me Mistress. Your Master told me you’ve been wanting to change your name to bitch, is that right? Works for me, we can start using it right now. Take off my clothes, bitch.” After I’d removed the last piece of her clothing, she ordered me to begin licking her pussy. I remembered suddenly that I would not be fucked by my Master tonight, and quite possibly for a very long time. I dove into her pussy, feeling my cunt ache as she rode my face. “Good little bitch, get your tongue in there. I heard you lick Master’s asshole, huh you nasty whore? I’ll have you on that next, my dear.” As my face became soaked along with my pussy, I heard the apartment door open. I shot up to greet Master at the door, but Mistress stopped me.

“That’s not your place anymore, bitch. Down. And stay quiet while the adults talk.”

I sat on the floor, my face covered in Mistress’ pussy juice. It tasted so good, and I began to lick around my lips as I played with my clit, imagining her riding my face all over again. Suddenly, Master and Mistress entered the room.

“Has she been good?” Master asked her without even glancing at me.

“Of course, she has. Just like you said, she’s a desperate little cuckquean. She also laps like a puppy, just like you said!” They kissed in front of me as Master began to rub Mistress’ pussy. “I need to fuck you right now. It’s a good thing our little slave got you ready.” I watched as Master threw our cuckcake onto the bed and spread open her toned legs. He began to fuck her tighter pussy when he looked down and saw his little submissive looking on with hungry eyes.

“Does the little bitch want some too?” I nodded. Master grabbed me and pushed my face right next to Mistress’ pussy. “Go ahead, bitch. Lick. Lick. Lick. Do you taste that? That’s a superior pussy. You will serve this pussy because you will never be as good as it. I will fuck this pussy everyday to remind you. You will be a good slave to Mistress and I, yes? She’ll be very nice to you, sweetie. She even told me she’s going to let you lick her butthole tonight! What a lucky girl; I’ll leave a present in there for you.” After a quick kiss on the forehead, I am back on the ground, reaching for my moist pussy as I shamelessly watch my Master and our cuckcake.

Watching him fuck her is so surreal. His cock is so mesmerizing as it pumps in and out of Mistress’ pussy. She notices I’m staring and calls me out.

“Bitch, if you’re so hungry, why don’t you eat?” She snaps and motions me to place myself in front of her pussy. As I’m face-to-face with Mistress’ pussy, I take in the sight of my Master’s cock buried deep inside. He can barely fit inside her tight cunt. “Lick, bitch” she reminds me as she forces my mouth onto her sex. I latch on and begin sucking, licking, everything I can do to make her moan even more as my Master’s cock runs in and out of her. As she begins to buckle in orgasm, I move down to lick my Master’s balls and asshole. Her pussy juices are everywhere. Everywhere I lick on him, I taste her. Master decides to have Mistress rest for a few minutes, as he will soon be fucking her ass. I, on the other hand, will be busy cleaning out Master’s asshole as he and Mistress have an adult conversation. I don’t hear much of what they’re saying; Master is moving his ass all over my tongue tonight. I suppose he just wants me to enjoy it, as I will be nothing but a cunt, ball and asslicker for the foreseeable future. When I’m finally brought up from under his ass, Master pushes me aside while he strokes his cock against Mistress’ asshole. It’s so tight and puffy. I beg until they let me lay down with my face underneath Master’s balls. I love to feel them slap against my face as he fucks her ass, but also to lick them knowing he will soon give her a huge load, and I’ll want it to be warm. As Master begins to cum, I beam knowing I will be sucking every last drop out of Mistress’ delicious butthole. As I begin to devour Mistress’ ass, Master pats my head and tells me what a good, desperate little puppy I am. “I’m so glad you’re getting along with my new fuck doll, little bitch. You saw I was having a good time fucking Sara’s ass, huh? I bet you want me to keep fucking her, don’t you?” I nod in shame, but know that I am getting wetter by the second. I continue to scoop and collect his cum out of her hole, listening to her moans as she pushes my head deeper.

After I’ve gotten all the cum, Master and Mistress cuddle with me and tell me what a good girl I was. They tease my cunt and nipples and they talk about all of the ways they’re going to degrade me tomorrow. They do not let me cum. I am a happily enslaved cuckquean.




Please let me know what you guys think! I would love any comments or criticism. This is one of my favorite stories I’ve written I’ve written so far :) Writing is one of the best ways for me to explore my kinks and desires.

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  • And then Satan said “put the alphabet in math”.
  • Sometimes I think I’m sassy and then I realise I’m just too sarcastic and borderline mean.
  • Do my dark undereye circles and unwashed hair turn you on? 
  • I love sunglasses! Am I looking at that tree? Am I looking at your dick? Who knows!
  • This is the police, open up, tell me about yourself, don’t be afraid.
  • Raise your hand if you’re a lil’ bit of an asshole. 
  • Why don’t people do random nice things for me? You know, send me a message, draw me, paint me, send me three hundred thousand dollars.
  • I am three years behind on math homework. 
  • I don’t like your clothes; take them off. 
  • What if you start making car alarm noises when people you don’t like touch you?
  • Hey, is your girlfriend seeing anyone?
  • I get butterflies when I think about myself. 
  • When you see a good body and you just can’t think of a good pun. IT’s dev-ass-tating.
  • Umm… hi. My friend wanted to know if you think I’m hot. 
  • To quote Hamlet, act three, scene three, line ninety two, “no.”
  • I never run voluntarily so if you see me running, you should probably run too because something must be coming. 
  • I’ve got a masters degree in being ignored. 
  • I will do a lot of things, but admitting to my mum that I’m cold after she told me to bring a jacket isn’t one of them. 
  • Dads are either too nice or assholes; there’s no in between.
  • On a scale of fake pockets to nachos, how good is your idea? 
  • I’m alive, but only ironically. 
  • I’ve been in a bad mood since two thousand and seven. 
  • No, you’re not as funny as me. Stop trying. 
  • Just suck my dick, bro. I said no homo like, five times. 
  • I love it when people try to hurt my feelings because I don’t have any. 
  • -sighs- Why am I better than everyone? 
  • I don’t trust people who can look good with messy hair. 
  • If my jokes offend you - one; I’m sorry. Two; it won’t happen again. Three; one and two are lies. Four; you’re a pussy. 
  • If I go to hell, I’m just going to torture everyone by continually asking if it’s hot in here of if it’s just me. 
  • My love is like a candle; if you forget me, I will burn your fucking house down. 
  • Let’s play a game called “Guess My Sexuality”. 
  • I’m angry and quite offended that you don’t have a crush on me. 
  • Are you from Europe because europiece of shit. 
The Best Day of Your Life

Anon:  Soulmate AU! Where on your fifteenth birthday the name of your soulmate appears above your heart.  With Jaybird please!

A/N:  You have no idea how excited I am for this.  Jay is my true love, and thinking about this request just gives me chills ^.^

(Y/F/S) – Your favorite show

Word Count:  This is hella long.  I have no regrets.  7,087

Warnings:  Language, sexual talk, sexual crap going on (not much detail)  NO SMUT

Also, this is my first reader insert.   So, please, cut me some slack!  And you may notice some similarity to Batman: Under the Red Hood. Well that’s because that is what I was going for.  But I had no way to watch it when I wrote this, so it is definitely different.  Oh well.  Let me know what you think!

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If the dog owes you something, call him “my Master.” لو ليك حاجة عند الكلب، قول له يا سيدي
—  Egyptian expression; first off, calling someone a dog or even a son of a dog is an insult in Egypt because dogs are considered unsanitary in Islam. So if you want something from someone or they owe you something- you need to retrieve it by being nice, even if that person is literally being a little shit.
“He told me off about how I haven’t progressed since college and how I’m not living my life the way he expected.”
“And did you respond?”
“Well, I wanted to, but I still need his help. If the dog owes you something, you call him Master.”
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It’s a good thing I’m wearing the holter monitor. I haven’t been feeling well lately, and I had two episodes with palpitations and chest pain this week. Yesterday, it started in the morning, which is rare.

We have an 8:00 meeting every morning, but I told my boss I had to go lie down. I fell sound asleep until 11:15. My palpitations had died down by then, but I still decided I should go home. I actually went to my sister’s house, because the landlady is remodeling our master bathroom, and it’s loud at our house.

She plied me with fancy sparkling water, and I fell asleep for another couple of hours, while snuggling with her dog Ella. I picked up Phia from school, and then I headed back home, feeling like a wimp but wanting to go lay myself down again.

In the evening, I had heart rates of 120-130 off and on and just didn’t feel well. My stomach was burning too. Later at night it was hard to sleep, because I was so uncomfortable, but I finally crashed. At about 10:30, I woke up in a panic, because I couldn’t breathe. This is so gross, so look away now if you don’t want to know. I had thrown up in my sleep, into my nose. My chest hurt again, and I could feel my heart racing, but it didn’t seem that fast. By the time I cleaned up and it was about 135.

Today I felt like I’d been beaten up yesterday, but I didn’t want to get behind, and didn’t feel that racing chest, so of course I went to work. I called the doctors office to make an appointment, and they made me one for a week from Friday. About five minutes later, the receptionist called back in a little bit of a panic and asked me to come in right away. Evidently my episodes had been sent to their office, and they wanted to see me right away.. I had no idea, but my pulse was 207 when I was sleeping. The doctor was concerned about the severity of it, but it confirmed for sure that I have afib, so that’s good, I guess.

The doctor wanted me to take at least a week off, but I told her that I wouldn’t be that active at work. She insisted that I take at least tomorrow and the weekend off to rest, and then go in on Monday if I feel all right and make sure not to do anything too exerting. That’s kind of ironic, because my pulse was the highest when I was sound asleep, and these episodes seem to come when I am inactive.

Of course I feel like I’m letting my boss down, but my body is definitely telling me to rest. They took a bunch of blood tests today, and they put in a request for an emergency consult with an electrophysiologist, so that should hopefully take place sometime next week. My cardiologist wants me to look into getting another ablation done.

The funny thing is that I started crying when I told Nick about all of this, not because I’m upset, but because I always need reassurance that this isn’t all in my head. At one point the doctor shook my EKGs in my face and said, “this is not imaginary!”

I’m really happy that they caught this on the monitor, and I really hope that the electrophysiologist thinks they can maybe fix this for good.

Meanwhile, I will be lying in bed watching TV. Poor me.

Nobody Else But Me

Tobi x Reader

Request: “Could you please write an imagine based on that shirtless tobi gif? Something where he gets super jealous and then somehow leads to that situation with him shirtless and out of breath. Honestly you can write it however youd like but I need something to satisfy the tobi feels after that gif”

Note: 2400 words. Shout out to the anon who told me to listen to this song because it inspired this imagine. Also shout out to @sveta-sdmn for turning all of my followers into Tobi stans. I appreciate dat. Sexual themes below (like, seriously).  [master list]

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every series of doctor who [3/9] →  series three

I traveled across the world, from the ruins of New York to the fusion mills of China. Right across the radiation pits of Europe. And everywhere I went, I saw people just like you living as slaves. But if Martha Jones became a legend, then that’s wrong because my name isn’t important. There’s someone else. The man who sent me out there, the man who told me to walk the earth. And his name is The Doctor. He has saved your lives so many times and you never even knew he was there. He never stops, he never stays, he never asks to be thanked. But I’ve seen him, I know him. I love him. And I know what he can do.

Elorcan Werewolf AU Part 5

Sometimes I wish I could paint my perfect character and bring him to life, stripping him of his own mind and molding him with my own expectations; when reality sinks in I’m stuck along a maze that leads to an ocean to drown in. — Ea

“I closed my eyes and talked to you in a thousand ways”

Elorcan Werewolf 5

Lory brushed against Elide before she could reach the door, and she gave into stroking his warm fur. His ears twitched back and he rolled onto the floor, showing his belly. She laughed and scratched his belly, the underbelly holding the softer fur. 

Her canine companion slightly growled when a slight knock resounded at the door. Ignore it, he seemed to say.

Elide kissed Lory’s head, much to his dismay, and skipped to the front door. “I’ll be right back.”

She opened the door with a broad smile on her face. A male with gray eyes and dark hair stood in her doorway, holding bouquet of pink roses tied together with a yellow ribbon.

“I’m Nox,” the male said, nervously shifting on his feet, offering a somewhat hesitant smile. “The one Manon set us up with.”

Elide gave him a sunny smile and held her door open. “Welcome, Nox. You must know I’m Elide.”

He gave her a smile, dimpling, and Elide couldn’t help but smile. She guided him to the kitchen where Nox handed her the flowers. “Red seemed too deep, you know? So pink. And then yellow for happiness.”

“I love it,” she chirped.

Nox helped her place them in a vase, filling it halfway with her kitchen tap water. She found the lack of conversation comforting and appreciated how Nox didn’t barrage her with questions past dates had done. When they finished, Nox glanced at her. “I had planned a walk at Central Park and then a garden picnic afterwards, but on my drive here, storm clouds broke over.”

“On this side of the city, the weather is renown for its bipolarness.”

A cheeky grin. “Like females in general?”

She lightly slapped his arm. “We can stay in for movies and popcorn, if you don’t mind?”

A slight shake of head. “Not in the slightest. Do you—”

Lory let out a bark that meant he wanted attention and barreled into the kitchen. A red rose was slipped between his teeth. He skidded to a stop, cocking his head at Nox. He slowly sniffed the air, and gave Elide a betrayed glance.

Elide rushed to him with outstretched arms. “Lory, this is my Valentine’s date, Nox.”

His tail stopped wagging, and she swore Lory’s eyes darkened into feral pitch-black. When she blinked, Lory spit out the rose and knocked down the front door, abruptly barreling into the woods.

Nox cocked his head. “Is she temperamental?”

Elide choked. “Lory’s a male.”

She retrieved the rose from the floor and slipped it into the vase, even though a small part of her wanted to retrieve a separate vase for the single, thornless rose.


Elide let him go. Lory would return. He always did.

Nox, she realized, was an easy person to get along with. He had a younger sister who loved painting and dreamed of attending Juilliard. Nox was finishing his masters degree in dentistry at a respectable college. 

He was perfect, charming, and absolutely one hundred percent average. Borderline dull, but perfectly safe and average.

Elide told herself she could deal with it. She deserved someone sweet, even if that notion meant normality. The mundane signaled security. 

Nox squeezed her knee. “You okay? I’m not boring you, are you?” He cocked his head. “The reason Aelin sent me is because I focus on my studies more than anything else. And if I want a relationship, it has to mean more than a fling. So while I am enjoying this date and getting to know you, and this may be early, I need to know if your inklings of thoughts follow.”

She nodded, and set the empty popcorn bowl on the table. “I’ve never really dated anyone, so I have nothing to compare to.”

Those gray eyes widened. “You would have turned everyone down, because there’s no way not another single wouldn’t have asked you out at least.”

A blush spread on her cheeks. “I just—” Wanted to save myself for my mate who turns out to not even like me. Who didn’t want to wait for me. She needed normal now. She could deal with a human. Werewolves and humans intermixing was not uncommon, as long as the pair ordained permission from one of the Lycans.

Elide knew she wouldn’t be asking Lorcan.

She shook her head. “I don’t even really know.”

Nox took the bowl to the sink and started rinsing it. Casting a look out at the stormy clouds that hung blearily, he said, “Shouldn’t you look for your dog now?”

A sliver of guilt ran through her. She’d almost forgotten about Lory. “I will.” She grabbed a sweater from her room and stepped out onto the porch.

Seconds later, Nox joined her, those eyes analyzing his surroundings. “Does your dog have a favorite part of the woods?”

Elide swallowed back further shame. She’d never wondered where Lory went, as long as he came back. “No. I can’t keep up with him when he bolts off.” That much wasn’t a lie.

“So he bolts off often?”

“Yes.” Elide studied the line of trees and walked down the narrow trail, clutching her jacket closer to her frame. A slight wind started picking up with hint of frost. The clouds thickened and darkened. “Lory!” she called.

Nox reached for her elbow, pressing a flashlight into her hands. “We’ll just stick on the trail so we won’t get lost.”

She nodded, and picked up her pace, flicking her wrist with the flashlight. “Lory?” she called.

The wind howled in protest, and she felt her shadow and the darkness loom over them. A chill ran down her spine, and her flashlight flickered. The faintest sounds reached her ear drums, but no snap of the twig or scratch of the claw filled the empty, streaming air. 

“We should go back inside,” Nox said.

She put her hands on her hips. “I am not going back in without Lory.”

Nox tapped her flashlight, which went off. “It’s not safe. Lory’s chances of survival are higher in the woods as a wolf rather than you. Wait until morning and search again if he’s not already here.”

She stared at him. “What did you say?”

“Elide,” he said exasperatedly. “Go home.”

“No—you said wolf.”

She saw him blink. “Yes, wolf. What, did you think that large thing was a dog? I’m surprised you even managed to tame one. It’s a full moon, Elide, where wolves run with the moon and claim what’s theirs. Your Lory must be out there. And if you’ve managed to tame him as well as I think you did, then he will come back.”


Elide didn’t sleep well. She’d offered her couch to Nox before he left just in case he wanted to wait out the storm, but he merely waved a hand and said he’d crash at a nearby hotel, not wanting to intrude — and to call him if she wanted to look for Lory in the morning.

She had pulled back her curtains, staring at the full outline of the moon and its light shedding down on them. The clouds had rolled over, but the wind had persisted, blowing in great breaths and heaves that shook against her windowpane.

She missed Lory curled against her bed. She missed his warmth and his presence, and the comfort of another’s existence rather than utter silence and her own self. Maybe a trip to the city with Aelin and Manon was in order.

How’s your Valentine’s Day going? She sent down the pack link.

Manon immediately replied. Watching Alpha Dorian do the walk of shame.

I did not need to know that.

I really am going to reject Rowan, Aelin said a few moments later. Right in the middle of clearing our differences he runs out the door and flees out of my pack territory like a bird shot out of hell.

Tell him he’s a pussy, Manon suggested. It’ll keep him on his toes.

Elide rolled her eyes and tried to force herself into sweet oblivion, but none came. She needed Lory.

So she pulled a bathrobe tight over her nightgown and ventured into the woods, armed with two flashlights.


As soon as Lorcan had reached a good distance from the rutting house, he shifted. The dark abyss of power he hadn’t touched in weeks and months welled up inside of him, yearning to be unleashed. And he did, his own power and rage fueled by the full moon. His inner Lycan side had demanded to mark Elide right then and there and rip apart the guts of the human who had dared to charm and touch his Elide.

He felt Rowan’s wind summon and reach against his dark walls. Before he could stop his intrinsic side, his magic had erupted at the touch, thinking the wind as a threat from restless peacefulness of domesticity. His magic tore from him and slammed against the wind and throbbed around Lorcan, pulsing and beating larger with each second.

What the fuck,” a snarl tore out of Rowan’s lips as his ass was knocked back several feet. “Fucking attack the rogue, not me.

He could feel Rowan’s magic testing him, seeing if he was possessed. His own magic flexed back, sweeping through his friend’s defenses easily in demolishment, his specialty.

“There is no rogue werewolf,” Lorcan snapped, flexing his aching back muscles.

His other friend rolled onto the balls of his feet, staring at him in disbelief. “Then why the Hell did you call me to get my ass over here? Aelin and I were—”

“Elide is with another male.”

Rowan stopped, and the wind died. Silence fell upon him, and his fists clenched. Then— “you interrupted my time with my mate just to whine about yours?”

The darkness flared out and pulsated around Rowan, threatening to suffocate him. “I cannot claim her without her despising my existence further.”

A snort from Rowan. “It’s not like you can go to her anyways with her on human lands.”

Lorcan’s face remained oddly stoic. The dark slowly retreated at thought of Elide, his beautiful werewolf mate addicted to sweetened coffee and milk chocolate, and prone to little ramblings that too-often touched his heart.

Rowan swore. “You found a loophole, didn’t you? You went in wolf form. Goddammit, Lorcan. She didn’t see your true Lycan side, did she?”

“Do you take me as an idiot?” he snapped. “Just my weakest wolf shape.”

“Then fucking get your ass back and chase the human off.”

“She constantly seeks companionship, and I constantly chase them away. If we do not have her today, my Lycan will end up fucking another girl.” And I cannot do that again, not that now I have found her.

Rowan’s face twisted. “You think I care right now? You left me with my mate on a full moon when I thought you were near death.”

I am, you fool—”

His friend lunged out, his Lycan side snapping into place. Cracking noises filled the air as both Lycans turned, teeth snapping. Wind rushed and slammed against Lorcan, who immediately shot up his shields. Coldness spread throughout the dark, seeping and attempting to find a weakness to crack.

Finding none, Rowan let out a roar and lunged forward, and Lorcan met him head on. He knocked Rowan to the side, biting down near his neck, but he rolled away, launching off Lorcan’s own back as they tumbled. As soon as they hit the tree, they disentangled, pacing around one another.

Rowan let out a startled bark, and let out a huff. He dropped to his haunches, and Lorcan warily stared at him, his ears flattened and jaws open.

Lorcan, Rowan’s Lycan wolf of silver streaks and black whorls panted not from exertion, but amusement. There is a pink collar around your neck.

So? Lorcan growled out, ready to leap again. The dark was ready to maim and attack his friend in the name of Elide. The fight with another Lycan would also be needed to release the pent up stress that had accumulated.

The other wolf’s ears flopped back, and he released a short breath in exasperation and amusement.

I didn’t know that was your type of thing, Lory.

anonymous asked:

I got in trouble at my last job for not showing up on a day i wasnt scheduled. My manager told me she called and asked me to work that day when she didnt. If she did call, i would have worked. Also, when I interviewed, they told me I wouldnt be scheduled very much for the first two weeks but then would be scheduled normally, but two weeks later they told be it wouldnt be for another month and was told "It'll only be until August if you just wait it out!" when I quit because I was moving then -_-

I hate managers that change the schedule last minute. When I worked at the double arches they did that to me. I was a minor then. I didn’t know, obviously, so I went with my disabled mother to run errands and help her shop for groceries. When we came back my sister told me my boss called. They were screaming at her about me not coming in. Literally SCREAMING and even swearing.  My mother called them up so fast and yelled right back at them. Apparently they changed it on the master schedule and claimed that I “should be checking it often”. Like, no, if you change something you verbally fucking tell me. So my mom told them I wasn’t going back in anymore if this was how they were going to treat a 16 year old girl they have employed and her family because of how they treated my sister(she was 25 at the time). You escaped a damn mess by quitting. That’s some toxic shit right there. -Abby

A Bit of Help

Title: A bit of help.
Requested: @shhhspect
About: “ i was wondering if you are doing reader insert requests. If so can I get one were the reader is a long time best friend of Queenie, she and Tina notice the reader and newt like each other and decides to help get them together.” 
Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader
Warnings: Some language. Being awkward. Cuteness??
Notes: It’s currently 12 AM and I have work at 7, but this has been stuck on my mind.


   You sat, perched upon the window sill of Queenie and Tina Goldstein’s apartment. The sheer drop from the height of the building made everyone beneath you, small; quite endearing, it was. You reclined yourself so that your sun-dress barely reached your knees, the way you liked it. It exposed the fine skin of your thighs and they got to relish on this sunny, New York day (though rare). 

  Waiting on Queenie to get home for her break was killing you, and ever since Tina had welcomed Newt into your life, you could not get his freckled physique out of your mind. It was quite terrible to be stuck in a loop, especially when you did not understand men like Queenie did. You were shy and withdrawn, barely did you go out of your comfort zone to talk to someone. 

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Third Doctor Stories Be Like: *

Things are going down.
The Master: *halfway through the story* Do you want to know who’s in charge of the things? Me!
Third Doctor: YOU! You and your transparent aliases can’t get the best of me this time!
The Master: You cannot defeat me as long as my questionable allies have my back!
*several chapters later*
The Master: [@questionable allies] Curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal!
Third Doctor: I told you so!
The Master: Remember when we were in the Academy… *is apparently fatally wounded*
The Doctor: Nooooo! My lifelong and best frenemy! How can I ever live without you?
The Master: I don’t know, dear Doctor. And I suppose you never will! Because I’m not dying! *points weapon at* Remember when we were in the Academy on Gallifrey, and I lied to you all the time? It turns out I’m an incredible actor. You should know that by now. *smug grin*
The Doctor: I’ll get you for this, Koschei of Oakdown. *dramatic staredown*
*shortly afterwards*
The Master: *is defeated* *vanishes without a trace*
Josephine Grant: Is he dead?
Third Doctor: I don’t know Jo, I don’t know. But perhaps we will find out someday… *stares dramatically into the distance*
The End.

* From the perspective of  an inexperienced whovian (me)

How is it possible for someone to be so supportive and so damaging all at once?
I used to sleep at your house when it was too loud inside my own head for me to sleep at my own
Now I wake in a cold sweat in a college dorm room and the ghost of you drips, saline, from my skin.
You were the poison and the antidote and I guzzled them both down
as eager to kill myself as I was to get better.
I remember the way your words poured acid over anyone who dared to express their humanity through art.
I remember being confused at how you could write me the most beautiful poems,
but laughed at the song lyrics I loved because they made me think of you.
“So edgy.” “So brooding.”
Woe unto those who relied on vague lyrics to get them to sleep at night!
Death to the poets who wrote anything at all before they had fully mastered the craft!
It took months of you being gone from my life for me to enjoy myself without feeling stupid
Still even now all it takes is the slightest word from anyone, the smallest change in tone,
And doubt is all I know.
A mere taste of the self-professed insanity I used to mainline
Have you ever told someone your version of events,
what you were sure was the truth,
only to have them say you were crazy?
For the rest of your life you are never entirely sure of anything.
Your autobiography is reduced to a disjointed series of maybes.
I used to wish like hell that there was a pill I could take that would reattach me to reality,
some chemical way to ensure the accuracy of my memory.
I have no idea what happened anymore.
Sometimes I’m not sure I even know what’s happening now.
And the worst of it is I can hear your voice even as I write this poem.
“It’s good,” you’d say, “but a bit too angsty.”

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sometimes i think about what could have made me like sc*tt. like. s1&s2 sc*tt definitely had his faults- esp. wrt his treatment of derek- but i think he definitely could have developed as a person from there and had a rly interesting character arc? like real personal growth and shit. it gets harder after master plan. is there a way that episode could have gone down the way it did and still made him a likable character after that? is there any apology he could give that would suffice?

cont. - like im not sure of the answer, but id love to see someone manage it. i don’t know if ive ever come across a fic that manages to redeem him from that moment while still acknowledging it. most fics either dont forgive him for it or they just sort of ignore it. for me tho, i think the real breaking point for sc*tt is the true alpha storyline. after that i don’t think there was anything they could have done for him to make him an interesting or likeable character. that storyline ruined it.

I think one of the biggest places where people take issue with Scott –– and this doesn’t mean they hate him or he’s a horrible human being (although some people feel that way too, and are entitled to it), but where many people see Scott falling short as a character is in that the show seems to have decided that “main character” or “hero” should mean perfect, and that’s just… that’s not good for character development, for plot building, or honestly, for a character’s likability.

Characters need to grow to be engaging. And people grow by making mistakes, learning from them, and moving forward. Scott’s mistakes, his flaws as a human being (and yes, he has flaws, everyone does, that’s not character assassination, that’s just fact) are really never addressed. He isn’t made to apologize for the things he does wrong (and why should he, honestly, since no one around him recognizes his problematic behaviors and calls him out on them) or face any apparent payment for them. This compared to the rest of the characters in the series, who are called out on their mistakes –– either by other characters or by consequences in canon. I always use Derek as a comparison, because there are a lot of straightforward parallels, such as the key moments with Isaac. Derek throws a glass at Isaac to get him to leave the loft. We know that’s an absolutely shitty thing to do, it reads immediately on both Isaac and Derek’s faces, and as consequence Derek loses Isaac as a pack member. That’s some hardcore, immediate reaction showing people in the scene and in the audience that This Was Not An Ok Thing To Do. The fact that Derek knew it wasn’t ok as he was doing it, and that he did it on purpose to get Isaac to leave for his own safety, does not make the behavior alright, and Derek acknowledges and pays for that behavior in the permanent loss of Isaac as a housemate and pack member.

When Scott, a short time later, throws Isaac into a wall in a moment of jealousy, it should, on the surface, seem to strike a fairly close parallel. We have Isaac’s Alpha, someone in a position of power over him, physically lashing out at him in some way. But in this instance, neither Scott nor Isaac react much to it, Isaac continues to go on living in Scott’s house and remaining a member of his pack, and there is just… no real follow up to that moment. And while I understand how that can lead some viewers to dismiss the moments as not being parallel (Isaac wasn’t upset there, so clearly Scott’s behavior is acceptable), what I and many viewers are instead left with is the message that Derek lashing out is unexpected and unacceptable, Scott lashing out is expected and acceptable, and that makes him… more heroic?

In season five I believe there finally was a moment between Stiles and Scott where Scott seemed to be being called out on his behavior, but even that came off as very “I’m flawed and you can’t understand that because you’re perfect,” which is… it’s how Scott sees himself, and it’s how the writers seem to see him, but A) that fails to acknowledge the ways in which he is flawed –– meaning that he can’t learn from and improve upon those flaws –– and B) makes for an incredibly un-engaging character. How can we identify with perfection? How can we root for perfection? And how can we fully get on board with someone we are told is perfect, when we can look at them and point out a dozen instances where they weren’t?

This is my major issue with Scott’s character. That we are told he is perfect when we see he isn’t, that he has a double standard of being excused from all of his bad behaviors when the characters around him aren’t, and I do think this connects very much to the True Alpha problem (I got another ask about my thoughts on that so I’ll answer that in more detail separately), because it’s just another level of saying “Scott is a better man, werewolf, and person in general than everyone else.”

Ok, now after all of that, how do I think Scott could have been improved and made more likable for many critical viewers? To be honest, for me it would have been really simple. Include moments where he apologizes for things. That’s… really, honestly, all I would have needed. Because like I said, I’m not looking for perfect characters. Scott acknowledging that he screwed up now and again would make me ecstatic because it would mean that he’s learning and growing and is trying to become better, and that makes for an amazing character arc in any show. If Scott had done the exact same thing in “Master Plan,” except when Derek asked why Scott didn’t tell him Scott had said “I’m sorry… I was afraid if I told anyone then Gerard would find out my plan. And I couldn’t risk that, my mom was in danger” then bam. I would have had a complete turnaround on my attitude toward him in that moment. He would have been humanized, we would have seen that he was in a tough situation, and he would have become more sympathetic by sympathizing with the shitty thing he’d done to Derek. Honestly, that simple.

Dating Draco Malfoy Would Include ~

• Draco would be VERY touchy • Sooooooo much PDA • Crabbe And Goyle being jealous of Draco • Him calling you “ Princess ” and “ Babe ” • You calling him “ My prince ” and “ Blondie ” to annoy him • Constant compliments • “ You look very beautiful today Y/N ” • “ You just told me that a minute ago Draco ” • Cheesy pickup lines • “ Call Ollivander because I think my wand has found its master! ” • Lucius & Narcissa LOVING you • Cuddling in the common room • Spending summer at Malfoy Manor • Shopping sprees! • Going on dates to the fanciest restaurants • “ Hey Y/N will you try on this bra for me ? ” • Hugs from behind • Valentines day * wink wink 😉 * • A lot of snogging • Getting “ fresh ” with each other ;) • Him being dominant in bed • Being inseparable • Loving each other forever

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