buildings and rooms

I love watching Batman and justice league cartoons because you get to see how much of a dork Bruce Wayne actually is


•he whines at Alfred when he has to go on a television interview (“do I have to Alfred?”)
•he gets super pouty when his car gets totally wrecked and then he gets super excited when he builds a new one and takes it for a joy ride
•try’s way too hard at making super lame jokes
•pulled the lamest of lame jokes on Alfred on April fools day
•when Dick says he wants his super hero name to be Robin and Bruce is just “…like the bird?”
•does all these super over the top jumps and kicks just because he fucking can
•just stands off in the distance doing his “hmmmmm” thing
•he’s constantly showing his kids off and joking around with them and is super proud of them and he’s actually a good dad
•Bruce will never get out of his costume unless Alfred makes him
•he’s super dramatic when he puts the costume on–so much so that he fucking hurt himself when putting on a glove
•does this huge dramatic reveal of the leagues identities to flash and has this stupid gay dopey smile when he does it
•gets super flustered around the girl he likes and the kids make fun of him. Constantly
•tore up someone’s basement and told them to have a nice day and then just fucking left
•he just goes off into these rants and monologues
•he probably tears across buildings and rooms in a full on naruto run just so he can be gone by the time the person he’s talking to turns around
•tells a raccoon it has a nice mask Jesus Christ
•gets doused with joker gas and has pretty nice laugh actually–but he laughs at everything and Alfred is just “go lay the fuck down”
•he probably scopes out the building with the perfect lighting and wind speed so his cape can blow dramatically in the wind
•Batman: he’s not one for much conversation
Robin: like you can talk
•he puts headphones in and listens to hard rock music at classical concerts like a dick
•he just glares until he gets his way
•stayed kidnapped for a whole two days for the dramatics of it
•everything he does is for the dramatic aesthetic and Alfred always calls him out (“aesthetic or death Alfred!” *cue dramatic cape flip*)

Lighting in The Last Jedi trailer and that scene we are all talking about.

Like many of you that last bit of the trailer had me screaming at the tv. After the initial freak out phase had passed, I began to slowly shift into the what if phase, meaning– are they baiting me? Now there are several theories out there about who Kylo is holding his hand out too. Some say its Leia and not Rey. What if I told you the proof is in the shot itself? 

I am about to give you a quick lesson in lighting, visual storytelling, and cinematography. 

Let’s go back to The Force Awakens as a reference guide. The lighting on Starkiller base bridge you know that scene where he kills his dad? 

Lighting was something they made sure to get right in this scene. Notice how Kylo’s face is half hidden in shadow and the other in light. Signifying his split.

JJ says this  “ And you see the light go away. And now they’re in this darkness. And darkness takes over.”

The play with light was even more apparent when Kylo and Rey face off against the edge of the cliff. 

Now I’m about to throw some cited literary sources about Film and Lighting just so it’s importance is established. 

“In visual storytelling, few elements are as effective and as powerful as light and color. They have the ability to reach the viewers at a purely emotional gut level”(Brown, 2012, p. 8).

Light becomes mood that gives its tone to a film. It calls upon our memory to react to physical phenomena such as cold, rain, fog, sun, or dryness, and come up with psychological equivalents such as annoyance, sadness, mystery, fear, anguish, comfort, joy, gaiety, etc. As these effects produce immediate impressions in viewers, the cinematographer is able to obtain psychological reactions out of mere technical means (Geuens, 2000, p. 153).

Architecture and Film both use perceptual psychology to get people to see spaces in a certain way. Architecture lighting designers skillfully illuminate buildings and rooms with psychological intentions.

Lighting designers think about a psychological response and how behavior is affected by lighting. Some examples are:

1. Visibility of vertical and horizontal junctions aids orientation.

2. People follow the brightest path.

3. Brightness can focus attention.

4. Facing wall luminance is a preference.

5. Lighting can affect body position (Ginthner, accessed April, 2013 p.2).

Just as lighting designers light spaces to stimulate human mood and behavior, Cinematographers light the space inside a movie frame with the intent to persuade a viewer’s perception. The way objects are lit in the frame will focus the viewer’s attention, the amount of shadows cast will limit perception, and changing lights can indicate a change in a character or opportunity (Brown, 2012).

However, unlike film, architecture has had a psychological study on how different light in a physical space effect human arousal, concentration, memory, work productivity, and Mood.

If you take any type of filmmaking class, this is one of the first things you learn. Nothing is a mistake in these films everything is as designed to serve a purpose. 

So let’s dive into the scene in question. 

Originally posted by mine-loves

First of all, let us talk about how these two shots are framed. They are close up only showing the faces of our characters. 

Close up shots typically contain just the face and shoulders of a subject, with a little headroom above. This prevents ‘floating head syndrome’ as the shoulders suggest to the brain that there is a body below! These shots are the most common of all as they can convey a real sense of emotion and help the audience to connect with the subject.

Second, let’s talk about the choice of lighting

They are both in a warm fiery glow. 

You can judge the quality of light in a film scene through the hardness or softness of its shadows. Hard quality light has dark shadows with sharp edges and often feels more raw than soft quality light. Soft lighting, often used in older films, has lighter, diffused shadows and tends to feel more sentimental.

And with advances in film technology, sharp shadows can also be quite romantic. Case in point, this still from the end of the 2005 version of Pride and Prejudice:

Third, let’s talk color 

Color temperature is one of the first things to note when studying the lighting in a romantic scene. Is it orange? Bluish? White? Most often, warm colors add to an inviting, romantic atmosphere. For example, the warm light in the sunset scene in Titanic draws the audience in, unlike the cold, blue lighting later in the movie, after things get dire.

Forth let’s talk context

This is not the same scene with Kylo. Rey is still wearing her resistance clothing. This is the beginning of the film. 

The context matters especially in this scene where Rey is talking about needing someone to show her where she belongs. Is this romantic? The answer is, no. Is it intimate? Yes. The scene can be set up this way without any romantic implications. But it is definitely meant to be intimate. Rey is vulnerable at this moment and is speaking from her heart to Luke. Please show me what to do with myself. 

Now let’s move to Kylo’s scene which is no doubt at the end of the movie (because his scar is healed.) 

Our big bad villain is bathed in nearly the exact same lighting and color as Rey’s shot, even the framing is the same. In no other shot ever has Kylo Ren been depicted in these colors. Not in the teaser and not in TFA. Kylo is always in red or dark. The context of this shot is very very important. He is reaching out palm up as to take someone’s hand. He does this slow and gentle. His face is soft with what I would say a plea. 

Yes, this is a call back to Darth Vader asking Luke to join him on the Darkside in Empire Strikes Back. But if you go back and watch that scene it is intimately framed (remember context matters), but the colors are pale. Lukes’ face is in agony. Vader extends his hand it’s rigid and forced.

Before I get into more examples, I want to point out that yes trailers are meant to give you an idea, and intrigue you but they are also meant to misdirect. 

Trailer Misdirects/Visual Storytelling and Dialogue

The misdirect of this scene is to make you believe Rey might join the dark side with Kylo or at least first glance. General Audience viewers casual fans who do not give it any second deep thought will accept this and move on. However, more dedicated fans will step in and try to dissect the scene by looking at the image and not the overall meaning behind everything we discussed above. The trailer isn’t designed to give anything away. Which leads me to say this is very smart editing on Rian’s behalf. While it doesn’t give us the answer of will, she or won’t she? It provides us with the question that we will inevitably discuss in length until the movie is released. 

 I would also like to point out there is a visual storytelling aspect of this trailer when it comes to the dialogue. 

One example of this not related to the scene in question comes from Poe Dameron.  He states “We have the spark that will ignite the fire to bring the First Order down.” The next scene we get is Finn. It is pretty clear that bit of dialogue was meant for Finn. He will no doubt help bring the FO down as other Stormtroopers defect as he did. Finn is that spark for the rebellion. Now let’s talk about the Rey/Kylo scene. The same thing happens here. Her dialogue coincides with the next shot of Kylo. Also, notice (scroll up if you need to) how their faces are opposite each other Rey is looking slightly to our left while Kylo is looking slightly to the right. Their positions are mirrored which is a recurring theme in the TFA (see the snow fight). This is beautiful visual storytelling. TFA was full of the same imagery lighting and storytelling. I have a post about it HERE

I went through and found scenes that mimic that of what we saw in the trailer, down to color, lighting, and frame.  I also chose male and female characters. Guess what, all of them were romantic. 

I chose this because of the flares in the background and the close-up framing of their faces. Notice yes the color is blue because they are parting (remember CONTEXT). 

Next, we have a scene from Pride and Prejudice, but beyond the romance aspect, I want you to watch the light change of this scene. Elizabeth is bathed in blue until she accepts Darcy, taking his hand. The sunlight beams between them warming the scene.  Skip to 3:10

Here is an oldie but a goody. I chose this due to the color. Now remember this film is old, lighting techniques have come a long way since the 1930s, but their choice of color is important, along with the shadows on their faces. 

Ah, Jon and Dany. This is very romantic (even tho its incest lol) But take a look at the lighting between them also this part is (NSFW) if you are gonna watch till the end. You were warned. 

And now for the grand finale TFA cliff scene. Oh, I chose this little diddy to drive home a point. Kylo and Reys’ faces are framed intimately (which signified they would have a more profound connection later and at that moment they were finding the Force together) But also notice their faces are bathed in mostly pale colors due to it being cold. Yes, the lightsabers flicker red and blue onto them. Yes, that holds meaning as well, the fight between the dark and the light. But the overall pallet is pale frigid colors. Also, the context -- there’s that word again– of this scene is they are enemies fighting. Kylo does want to teach her, but he’s aggressive and forceful, to say the least. It is a stark contrast to what we see in TLJ trailer. Where he is calm relaxed and in warm, inviting lighting. No aggressive posture, no forceful plea.

If you want to contrast another couple, please refer to Pride and Prejudice again. I can’t upload it here, but this is the link. This is where Darcy says he loves Elizabeth, but she rejects him. They have close-ups, but the color and lighting are not intimate. Its pale lighter and blue. All things that are associated with sadness rejection etc. You get the point. 

So in conclusion. It is my opinion based on all information gathered on cinematography, that yes the relationship between Kylo Ren or perhaps Ben Solo at this point has drastically changed. It is no longer one of animosity or hate. Judging by the warm colors, and the soft shadows and above all else the context of the gesture/posture/facial expression of Ben it is romantic or at the very least (for the skeptics) a special relationship– Remember Rey and Ben are similar in Force power according to Luke- this gives them a bridge to each other one that will take them to understanding and COMPASSION. I am not saying they kiss, I am not saying they are a couple at the end of this movie. I am saying that it’s possible that it will move in this direction. They no longer hate each other. How did we get to this point? Well, we have a whole Act 1 and 2 to get through for that answer. 

I will stress that I believe that yes Ben/Kylo is holding his hand out to Rey. And no, it is not out of malice or deception. He is not asking her to join him on the Darkside… He is asking her to go with him and for acceptance. 

I made a follow-up post to this because this was so long! Please click here to see more examples and extra information

On Fae and Spirit work.   (A master post)

In my perspective, as well as experience, Fae (I can only speak of those in North America and Central America) are spirits. As such, it is not likely you’ll ever see them physically manifest. Like other spirits, (Ancestors, Angels, Demons, Djinn, plant spirits, etc.) Fae exist within a hierarchy of both age and size, which generally go hand-in-hand. In fact, there is a hierarchy that is recognized by all spirits.
(When I say “size” I am referring to how powerful they are, not how tall they are.) 
-SJW warning: Things within this post are 70% learned from direct experience, 25% taught to me by a practitioner of Curanderismo, & 5% book/internet research.

Dealings with Fea:

If you must, despite the warnings from the community, seek out a Fae, you should know a few things:

1- Where to find them.
2- How to locate one within that place and convince them to commune with you.
3- Ways you can protect yourself and others around you.
4- How to “befriend” one.
5- How to close communion.

A few useful things to have on you: fresh mint, fresh lavender, really any common flowering plant in your region (All must be harvested respectfully because the Fae will feel it.) As well as buttons (the older- the better), red wine, moon water, and/or a small potted plant (if dealing with a Fae within a building)

Without knowing at least a few of these things, I surely would have been subject to all kinds of spiritual, physical and mental torture/harassment. 

#1: Where to find Fae
Fae do not necessarily reside in woodlands, deserts, swamps, mountains, forests, or lakes (etc). They can and do live in cities, suburbs and places like Walmart.  However, places like Walmart aren’t very attractive to them, and they will likely only live there temporarily. 
Fae like to be left alone, like most spirits. They will always nestle into a place that is secluded and rather quiet. The more foliage, the better because Fae do prefer more natural areas. They only exist out of nature due to urbanization. It’s actually really sad. If you find a Fae within a building, PLEASE be careful. They will likely not be too friendly. 
So, think of a place that is near you, where there is little human traffic that has at least some foliage. Then, once you have communed with a few Fae (That are in a more preferred habitat), and think that you could handle it, look in the dark secluded places in buildings. 

#2: How to locate and speak to a Fae if they reside in that area
You will need your intuition here- in fact, you will be relying on it nearly wholly. 
If in forests, mountains, and woodlands: they will likely be found near groves of old trees, running water, large boulders (That are covered in moss AND fungus), on mounds with flowers, secluded clearings in trees, and small caves. 

In deserts:
secluded caves, atop mesas, near water, oases, and around clusters of larger plants.

In swamps:
Near the oldest tree in the area, running water, large rocks that are being devoured by moss and mud, in tree branches, as well as nearly all over the place. 

In plains/prairie:
You will only find younger and/or smaller Fae. They will be clinging to the base of the grasses, hiding under yucca, near cacti, resting near wildflowers. 

In buildings: They will be found in dark corridors, abandoned buildings, attics, storage rooms that are barely used, the roof, and elevator shafts/empty stairwells.

Once you think you’ve found one, lay out an offering without looking directly at them. It is always best to look directly at the ground. Once the offering is set, bow your head to the ground- touching your forehead. Then speak aloud the reasoning for leaving that specific offering, while being as respectful and genuine as possible. Then give an offering of energy. (Before doing this, be sure to have protection [see #3]) This energy needs to be appropriate for the vibe of the Fae. 

Then, begin to speak aloud to them. Tell them about yourself, and your craft. You must be completely honest. Lying to a Fae can result in their anger. Ask if they are comfortable speaking to you. If they aren’t you’ll feel it. If this happens, bow again and stand and leave respectfully. Be sure to give a blessing to their home as you are leaving it. 

#3: How you can protect yourself and those around you
Objects you can carry that will help prevent them from: Following you [F], Leeching energy from you [L], Cursing you [C], Messing with your Psyche [P]. 
{”-” before a symbol means that it makes it easier, rather than preventing.)

-Iron (Nail, bar, wire, ball, key, etc.) [L]
-Tiger’s Eye [P] 
-A feather [F]
-Fresh Romero [L] [P]
-Copper [P] [-L]
-Rutilated Quartz [C] [P]
-Amethyst [L]
-Obsidian [C] [L]
-Turquoise [F] [P]
- Shungite [-L] [P] [C]
-Fresh Ecineccea flower [L] [C] [F]
-Salt [F] [L] [C]
-Sigils drawn on flesh or paper (potentially [F] [L] [C] [P] [-F] [-L] [-C] [-P])

There are a few energetic way to protect yourself as well.
Creating a shell of neutral reflective energy around you, building and maintaining a flame in your heart energy center, astral weapons/shields, tulpas/servitors/thought-forms, and blessings. 

Be sure to ALWAYS salt all thresholds in your home before leaving to commune with Fae. Brick dust, iron shavings, and Pipestone dust can be used in place of salt. 

Also, NEVER underestimate the power of respect, intuition, and understanding.

#4: How to “Befriend” a Fae
I use the term “befriend” very loosely, hence the quotation marks. It’s more like a trade deal. 
This can happen once they feel comfortable speaking to you, and you can then make a request- but not without compensation. If a request is made without compensation, they will likely take something of their own choosing. 
For example, I met a really old Fae that recently migrated to a conservation area near me. (by recently I mean within the last 100 years, which is like a week or two to her.) Once she was comfortable speaking to me, I asked her for guidance and assistance in my craft- as well as to join my circle of spirits in the direction of the North. In return I offered to ward her home- to this, she scoffed. Instead, all she asked for in return was my faith in her and her home- as well as to never mention her name around or to any other humans. (I can’t even write it in my Grimoire- I checked)

#5: How to close a communion with a Fae
If a Fae is gracious enough to commune with you, you should always end with a statement of honest gratitude.
Ways to physically show gratitude and respect could be as follows:
-placing your forehead on the ground
-kissing the ground
-manifest your aura as butterflies or another flying creature depending on the vibe of the Fae.
-Bow after standing up (If you were previously sitting)
-Bow before leaving.
-Facing towards the center of their home, as you are leaving, and placing your forehead on the center (Try, if you are able, to face south when doing this)
-Leave a second offering. 
-Draw a sigil of gratitude in the air with your energy.

There are some Fae you should strive to avoid!
-Faeries (Not Fairies): They will blatantly lie to you and will almost always be insulted and/or disgusted at your presence.
-Fae that feel palpably angry- most likely found in abandoned buildings.
-Fae that live in a lone tree. 
-Fae that live in poisonous/toxic plants
-There are a few more- but your gut will honestly be your best tool.


Different Ways to Cleanse

Originally posted by ikemasda

   As we all know, there are many different ways to cleanse. You just have to find what you like, and are comfortable with. So here’s just a few ideas on how you can find your style of cleansing, but don’t forget to try your very own ideas!

Himalayan Salt Lamps

My family absolutely loves these, and I do too. These lamps are normally made from big hunks of Himalayan salt, and the natural colors are usually a mix of pink, peach and orange. But you can find special colored ones such as white and green online and even in some stores. Depending on the size, weight, and even color, the price range is usually anywhere from $15-$30 for a decent sized one. Home Depot, Bed Bath & Beyond, Staples, Micheal’s Craft Store and even Walmart have them.

These lamps cleanse the  air of dust, pollen, and electrons and replace with protons, some say. They can even increase energy levels. They’re also environment friendly. With all the good stuff is can do, no wonder it can be used for cleansing…

I have a small/medium sized one in my room, and I charge and cleanse crystals with it, and other things such as charms. I just say whatever needs cleansing/charging near it and go about my day.


Note; some things should not be put into water, such as certain stones, etc.

As we all know, the Elements are known to be able to cleanse and charge objects. Water can be one of the easiest elements to cleanse with, since you can literally just put things in a bowl of water.

If you have certain stones that are safe to put into water, then try this;

1.Take a bowl

2.Put some warm water in it

3.Put some salt in the water and stir.

4.Put stone in water and let it sit.

5.Once done cleansing it, run it under water to make sure the salt doesn’t dry on the stone.

You can also cleanse things by just running it under some water (on high…if that makes any sense? Like, the water pressure is high, if you get what I’m saying.) You can even cleanse yourself with water while taking a shower. While showing, imagine all the negativity is washing away from your body, and into the drain.


I think Air is one of my favorite Element to use in witchcraft. It’s powerful, but also gentle. You can cleanse objects, and yourself, by going out on a windy day and just standing/laying there. Let the wind go through you, getting all the bad energies out of you. This is also the same with charging.

Moon & Sun

People seem to normally cleanse with the sun, and charge with the moon. I personally like the Sun better, but that’s just my opinion. Charge/cleanse things by putting them under the sun/moon as let it sit there. Some people say let it charge for 24 hours, but I think letting it soak up as much of the energy it can is enough.


The Element of Earth, you can cleanse with easily. Simply take your object, and bury it a couple inches and put dirt over it (don’t do this extremely close to your home.)

Note; you should not do this with certain objects.


There’s a lot of debate about using sage, but I’m not getting into it on this post. Certain incenses can be good for cleansing. Either using your sage/incense, cleanse your object by putting it into the smoke. You can cleanse your way like this too.


This is especially good for cleansing large areas such as rooms/buildings and spaces outside. I personally do use this way of cleansing, by using a tambourine  and/or a bell. You can also use your beautiful voice as well. Say a chant like “All negativity and evil is banished now leave” or something like that.

I was actually gonna make this post longer but im lazy af so yeah

anonymous asked:

woah nelly, ur deadlock! mccree headcanons killed me dead. Can i get a short nsfw story with the bad boy? maybe with a creampie?

“Let’s give it up for the best fuckin’ gang in the whole fuckin’ world!”

A cheer ripped through the warehouse; drinks, fists, guns or various weapons pumping into the air as the DJ threw on another song. The music was loud, the lights were dimmed and the alcohol was plenty; the warehouse turned dance club full to the brim with people. Deadlock had recently managed to obliterate a rival gang; their weapons, territory and ill gotten gains all property of the Deadlock Rebels. It had been a bloody few months going back and forth with them, dozens of members lost on each side but Deadlock had finally managed to prevail. So tonight was a night of celebration. And celebrate you would.

Jesse’s arm was wrapped tight around your waist, your ass pressed hard into his crotch as you wined your hips into him, his free hand resting on your hip. You grinned as he grinded back into you, licking your lips as you let the bass control your waist, head tilting to the side as Jesse kissed at your neck and shell of your ear. The both of you were in your own world, the sound of neo-Reggaeton the only thing allowed into the little bubble that you two were in. He smelled absolutely intoxicating to you; the sweet spiced smell of cigarillos, whiskey and gunpowder mixing with the natural scent of his sweat. He was hard, his cock pressing into your ass with each roll and switch of your hips, the soft growl in his voice a clear indication that he appreciated your actions.

“Baby”, he growled as he licked and nipped against the shell of your ear, drawing a soft moan from your lips. His hands moved downwards, brushing against the skin that wasn’t covered by your jean shorts before dragging his hand under your flowy tube top. “Yer asking for trouble if ya keep that up. Is that what you want, sweetheart?”

You laughed, giving an exaggerated roll of your hips, grinding up into his hardness before tilting your head back on his shoulder and kissing his jaw. Your nose scrunched up slightly as your lips grazed over the stubble of the beard he was growing in, before you hummed softly against his skin.

“I like trouble”, you said, punctuating your words with a nip before picking up the switch in your hips as the beat changed. You laughed again, breathlessly this time as Jesse’s hand climbed all the way up to your breasts, his calloused hands kneading the flesh tenderly. “If that is trouble, I really like trouble.”

Jesse went still against you before laughing hard against your skin, his hand pulling away from your breasts and settled on your hip again. He completely stopped you, making you pause for a second before shivering as he spoke huskily into your ear.

“Mmm c’mon then sweetpea”, he breathed before pulling back and extending his hand to you. You turned and saw the hungry glint in his eyes and your eyes sparkled the same in turn. Placing your hand in his, you laughed as he wrapped his arm around your hip and smirked. You rolled your eyes as he purposefully pulled you through the crowd instead of around, showing you off (for what felt like the hundredth time) to anyone that would dare to look at you. He just wanted to  ‘make sure’ everyone knew that you were his and that you fell under his protection. Jesse McCree had a reputation both inside and outside of the gang as being a deadeye, and those that valued their life didn’t draw his ire.

You sighed softly as you finally made it outside and into the cool air of the night, away from the oppressive humid heat of the dance party. McCree pulled his hat off for a moment as he kept walking, wiping his brow for a brief second as he pulled you towards one of the abandoned buildings-turned home. The common room was empty, the only other indication that someone else was there was Tito’s heavy snoring from his room. McCree opened the door to his room, bowing slightly to usher you in, the both of you snickering as you walked into the one private area you could score easily here. Jesse’s room was messy, but comfortable, lived in; posters of re-made Westerns on the wall, actual books in English and Spanish on a small shelf in the corner, your and his clothes scattered everywhere, treasures from his heists sitting wherever they best fit. Small, messy but home.

“Mind if I get comfortable”, you teased as you looked over your shoulder at him and giving him a playful wink.

“Why darlin I wouldn’t have it any other way”, he teased right back, falling back on the bed so he could watch you.

You made it a show, carefully and sensually kicking your heels off, and settling in a comfortable stance. Your hand played at the hem of your shirt, rolling your hips slow as you pulled your shirt up and over your head, earning a whistle from the ‘cowboy’. You threw your shirt at McCree’s face with a smile and a laugh, sticking a hand on your hip and licking your lips as he pulled it off. You winked as you unbuttoned your shorts, sending Jesse a steamy look. Hooking your fingers in the waist of your jeans, you rolled your hips very slowly, barely holding back your laughter as you revealed the graphic underwear you had bought especially for him. Your drank in Jesse’s expression as his brow shot in surprise before a husky, amused laugh left those beautiful lips of his. You sauntered into his reach to allow him a closer look, his hands coming up to roughly massage your full hips.

“Save a horse”, he started, tilting up to look at you with a pleased smirk, pressing a hard kiss to your stomach. He began to kiss lower and lower until he got to your covered mound, growling softly before he tilted his head up again. “Ride a cowboy. You really do like trouble, sugar.”

“Mhmm”, you hummed softly, licking your lips and smiling as Jesse carefully pushed down the underwear and having you step out before his hands groped at your round ass. You loved his husky grunts and growls of desire, his eyes dark with lust as he looked over your body. But he did have you at a disadvantage at the moment. “Hey Jess, scoot back.”

You punctuated your request with a slight tilt of your head, the man complying as he slid further back on his messy bed. You straddled his lap carefully, shivering at the feel of his jean fabric against your heated skin. Leaning back, your fingers made quick work of the plaid button up, pulling it open and off and grinning as you massaged his chest. You often joked that this man had to be a werewolf with how damn hairy he was, plus he practically flopped back and ‘purred’ when you massaged his chest. Not to be left out in bodily exploration, McCree dragged his hands up from your ass, nails lightly digging into your skin as they moved up your side.

“Jess”, you squeaked, glaring at him as he purposefully hit a ticklish spot, nails digging into his chest. He gave you a quick lazy smile before dragging his his hands to your chest, rolling your nipples under his calloused fingers in apology. Your eyes snapped shut, head tilting back as he lavished your sensitive breasts in attention, a surprised moan calling from your lips when his lips found your nipples. “Jess!”

The second time you said his name it was more of a moaning mewl than warning snip, the licking and sucking against your sensitive chest absolutely delightful. Your hips rolled unconsciously into Jesse’s pressing hard into his covered length, your hands dragging up to rest on his shoulders.

“Jess”, you breathed out, using his shoulders to hold you steady as you began to rock back and forth on his lap, gasping and whimpering his name. You needed him inside you but you knew better, you never reached for a man’s ‘gun’, not until he invited you to. Plus, Jesse loved to see you struggle. Forcing your eyes back open, one of your hands tangled into his hair, not slowing your actions. You gave a small half-tug to his thick brown locks to get him to look at you. “Please fuck me?”

Your grinding on his lap was creating a wet spot, Jesse’s own hips rocking up to meet yours. His licks and kisses of your breasts began to get rougher, licks turning into soft nips and hard suckling. He pulled away from your breast with a pop, his eyes dark and animalistic when they connected with yours. Jesse’s hands moved back to your hips, a squeal leaving your mouth as he flipped you onto the bed.

“All you had to do was ask beautiful”, he said, pressing a hard kiss against your lips before standing up straight to take of his jeans. You tilted your head up to watch him undress, feeling giddy as a kid on Christmas when he began to ‘unwrap’ his gift to you. That damn golden BAMF belt buckle of his was so fucking cheesy but you loved it, the thing clattering loudly to the floor as he pushed his pants and boxers down. You licked your lips hungrily as his cock sprung free, his thick member red and ruddy with desire, leaking precum. Your head fell back on the bed with a expectant smile, feeling the bed dipping as Jesse claimed over you. “Let ole Jesse here take care of you sweetpea.”

“Ole”, you questioned teasingly as he moved in between your legs, the smirk on his lips telling and hungry. “Jesse McCree we are the same damn aaaag–!”

Your words melted into a moan, your back arching off of the bed as Jesse eased himself into you. One of his arms wrapped around your waist, the other lacing with your fingers as he pressed his body flush against yours, completely shearing himself inside of you. Your legs wrapped around his waist, lips falling open. You were so damn full of him, the two of you melded together in such perfect harmony. Jesse began to move, your hand squeezing his tighter as he established a slow, rhythmic pace. Heaven. His strokes began to slowly lead you towards that ethereal peak, your hips rocking in tandem so that he could join you.

“Fuck honey”, he growled, his forehead dropping down and pressing against your own. His voice was tight with desire and control, Jesse’s thrusts picking up a tick in intensity. “Yer squeezing me so damn tight. You feel so damn good, baby. Gonna make sure you feel fuckin’ amazin’ too.”

You tipped your chin up, your lips pressing to his hard and needily, a whimper replacing the moan that threatened to boil up. Your legs wrapped tighter around him, a silent plead for him to release what little control he was holding onto, your free hand scratching down his back desperately. Jesse groaned into your mouth, his tongue pushing into your mouth as he granted your plea, his thrusts becoming rougher. Your kissing became sloppier, more frantic as his hips slammed into yours, his pubic bone grinding into your clit everytime he thrusted forward. Twisting your face away from him you sucked in a breath of air, breath catching when Jesse  pushed himself up slightly to give himself better leverage. His thrusts became brutal, his hips slamming into yours and filling the room with the sound of your lovemaking, your back bending off of the bed as you screamed his name in ecstasy.

“That’s right babygirl”, he panted, his hand releasing yours and moving to your hips to hold you in place. His grip was tight, his thrusts ungiving as he plowed into you, his eyes burning a hole into you. He was going to set you on fire and you were more than ready to feel the flames. “You’re getting close, it’s written all over that’s pretty face of yours. Good girl, cum for me darlin. Cum for me.”

Jesse punctuated his words by dropping his hands between your bodies, his thumb rolling your pleasure swollen clit as he continued to fuck you hungrily. That’s all it took to send you over the edge, your legs going taut around him, your walls milking and squeezing his dick viciously. His name fell out of your name like a prayer, eyes squeezing shut tight, tears rolling down your cheek as you came, body quaking beneath your lover. Jesse’s thrusts sped up before becoming disjointed, giving several hard thrusts before he spilled his seed inside of you. A shiver rolled through him, as you felt his cock throb inside of your tight wall, his hot seed making your toescurl in delight. The both of you stayed like that for several moments; panting as you caught your breath and basking in the post-coital haze. Jesse moved first, drawing a quiet groan from your lips, the outlaw cowboy taking a few steps back, your feet and knees barely propping your legs up..


You squeaked as Jesse gave one of your knees a slight push, the limb falling open for him with no real resistance, your pleasure and sex swollen pussy spreading for him. You blushed, a softly groan of satisfaction falling from your lips when you felt a bit of his cum dribble from you, his hands moving out to grope your thighs and ass. More of his cum oozed out of you, your eyes daring to peek up at the cowboy as he played with your filled cunt, receiving a wanton, lazy smirk.

“Well if that ain’t the prettiest sight in the world, I dunno what is.”

((Provided a link for what wining/whining is just to help)) 

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pairing; seventeen vernon x reader

genre; fluff, soulmate!au 

synopsis; everyone her age had found their significant other; their soulmates. after a long, painful period of waiting, she found hers.

word count; 1862 words

I entered the studio, trudging lifelessly to my usual corner and letting my bag slip off from my shoulder onto the floor, not bothering to switch on the main lights. The sub-lights situated at the front of the studio mirror and the back corners were already turned on, so I left it as that. 

I let out a heavy, tired sigh, plugging my phone into the studio’s speaker, letting it blast my usual tracks as I did my warm-up.

I’m Y/N, 19, from the dance club. I’m from LA, but I moved to Korea because of my parent’s work. I was happy with the change. Life in LA wasn’t exactly smooth. My life was pretty dull, so I put my focus on dance — probably the one thing that makes me feel myself. 

I always came to practice two hours early, just to have the space to myself so I could go through my choreography. 

An hour later, the metal door of the studio clicked open, and I didn’t have to look to know who it is. 

Jun — the club president. Also my best friend. He walked towards the corner where I had left my bag lying, and he put his beside mine. I shot him a weak smile, panting from the hectic choreography I just went through.

“Working hard today too, huh?” he grinned, tossing me a bottle of water as he walked over to the speaker switches, turning it off.

“What else could I do?” I muttered, plonking down onto the floor as I leaned against the mirror. He walked over, sitting beside me with his legs stretched out in front. 

“So… You haven’t-”

“Nope,” I interrupted. Jun sighed.

Jun asked me the same question every week — “Have you found him?”

‘Him’ being my soulmate. 

I didn’t mind the fact that Jun kept this up for the past year. He knew how emotionally frustrated I would be sometimes, due to the fact that I couldn’t find my soulmate, and he was always there to provide the support I desperately needed. I couldn’t thank him enough for that. I was usually cheery enough though, trying to think positive that I would find ‘him’ sooner or later.

Soulmates were a symbol of two parties being, literally, made for each other. These two parties would have this tattoo-looking thing on a certain part of their body — called Tags. Soulmates’ Tags would match in colour and symbol. Everyone had a different Tag, only two parties on the entire surface on earth would have the exact same.

Tags fade as you age. They usually disappear by the time you’re thirty or thirty-five, and that’s pretty much the end of the world for that person. Once your Tag disappears, the possibility of you being able to find your soulmate drops to nearly a zero. And you would have to live a lonely life. Ugh.

Nearly everyone our age in this school have found their soulmates. Those who haven’t found theirs — you could count their number with your fingers. And I happen to be in that group.

Not having your soulmate with you at this age is probably the worst thing ever. Soulmates would naturally have the trait of being able to cheer the opposite party up, and they would match and fit like jigsaw puzzles that are side-by-side.

I eyed Jun’s crimson Tag peeking out from under his long sleeves on his wrist, and reached out for it. I pushed his sleeve back, my thumb caressing the opaque Tag. Yes, Jun had found his soulmate too, she’s a really nice girl from the art club. I pictured my half-faded Tag in my mind. My Tag was on the right corner of my waist, and I didn’t let many people see it. Insecurities. 

“Don’t think about it too much. You’re still young, you know,” Jun comforted. I smiled, not looking away from his Tag.


Jun’s phone vibrated and he unlocked it, viewing a message or something. I didn’t peek. 

“Hey, look at this,” Jun said, putting the phone in front of my face as I read the text message sent to him by the teacher-in-charge of the dance club.

There will be a new member joining the club today. He’s a transfer. Do take care of him.

I frowned. New member?

“I wonder who,” Jun said, sliding his phone back into his pocket.

The rest of the members from the club came in over the next few minutes, and soon all were present, except for that new guy.

I checked the clock. Five more minutes before he’ll be checked down as ‘late’.

The door burst open then, and a blonde-hair guy came jogging in. 

“Sorry! Got caught up with something,” he said. He looked American. No, he was definitely American. But he spoke really fluent Korean.

“It’s alright, you’re not exactly late. Just come a bit earlier next time,” Jun smiled, before noticing the confused looks on the other member’s faces. 

“Oh right, do introduce yourself,” Jun said to the newcomer who had just placed his bag down at an opposite corner of the studio.

“Of course. I’m Vernon, and you can probably tell, I’m not Korean. I’m from New York, but I’ve lived here since I was a toddler.”

Everyone eyed him, waiting for him the reveal the part that everyone was naturally curious about. 

Vernon chuckled slightly. “No, I haven’t found my soulmate. Not exactly the norm, I know, but I try not to think too much about it.”

Everyone nodded, some giving him sympathetic looks, but welcoming him warmly. Jun and I glanced over each other, giving each other surprised looks.

We carried on with dance practice, and Vernon obviously had dance background. He followed well and caught the steps quick. 

“Ten minutes break, everyone!” Jun announced.

I huffed, sweeping my hair over my shoulders as I walked towards my bag. 

“Hey, umm…” someone spoke in English behind me.

I turned around to see Vernon behind me. 

“Oh, hey!” I greeted back in English, trying to not be awkward. “I’m Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N,” he said. “I was just wondering if you’re American? Considering the fact that you can reply me in English.”

“Yeah,” I chuckled. “I am. From LA.”

“That’s nice.”

I shrugged, picking my bottle up from the floor as I took a sip. “I guess so.”

“And also, if it isn’t too personal..” Vernon trailed off, waiting for permission for him to continue. He knew that I knew what he was going to ask. 

I smiled bitterly. “No, I haven’t found mine either.”

He returned the smile. “So we’re on the same page.”

“Yeah, we are,” I said.

“Do you mind if we walk to the dorms together after practice? I want to know you more,” Vernon said hesitantly. 

“Would love to,” I said, because I wanted to know him more too.

After practice, I greeted Jun goodbye, and he muttered something like “That guy could be him” before we went separate ways. 

Vernon and I started walking towards the dorms, which was just a couple of blocks away from our studio.

“How do you deal with everything? Like, not having your soulmate with you…” I asked. 

He shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s irritating, really. But I distract myself a lot by doing things that heavily occupy my mind.”

I nodded in agreement. “I do that too. That’s pretty much the only thing I can do.”

We continued simple talk all the way to the dorms, asking each other questions that weren’t too personal. We matched well.

“What’s your dorm number?” I asked as we approached the dorm buildings. 

“Building 2. Room 58.”

I raised an eyebrow. “How coincidental.”


“That’s my room.”

“Wait, it’s possible for guys and girls to mix dorms in this school?”

“Yeah. Kind of,” I said, smiling. “Let’s go!”

Vernon and I grew undeniably close over the next few weeks. He pretty much became my best friend, alongside Jun. We knew pretty much everything about each other after 4 weeks. Everything except for how each other’s Tags looked. I wasn’t planning on showing it to him anytime yet. I didn’t want to have false hopes that he may be my soulmate.

It was already obvious that I liked him. I liked him a lot. So if he wasn’t my soulmate, I can’t even imagine the pain I would feel. I didn’t want to find out his Tag because of this. 

I walked into the dorm, just finishing my classes for the day. It was already 6pm, and Vernon was already in the room when I came in.

“Hey,” he greeted, and I smiled as i placed my bag on my desk.


“Can I serious-talk?” he asked abruptly.

“I’m awake enough,” I said. “What is it?”

Vernon quickly pulled me to sit on his bed. We both sat down in silence as I waited for him to speak. 

Vernon’s eyes were fixed on the right side of my waist, making me increasingly uncomfortable. Did he see it? There was no way. I always wore clothes long enough to cover my waist.

“I saw it, Y/N,” Vernon said. “Your hoodie rolled up past your waist yesterday night. I climbed up the bunk to ask you something, I didn’t know you were already sleeping.”

I bit my lips, looking away. How was I supposed to deal with this? What if it wasn’t the same as his? What if-

“They’re the same.” Vernon said.

I snapped my head towards him. Did I hear him right?

He rolled up his sleeve on his left arm, revealing his Tag. He’s right. It was the same. His was a black outline of wings, with a turquoise shade surrounding it.

Like mine.

I apprehensively lifted my hoodie, checking the finest details of the Tag and comparing it to his. No mistake — they were the same. 

“Vernon!” I exclaimed, jumping onto him, engulfing him in a hug. 

He laughed, his arms wrapping around me tightly. I never felt so happy in my life. My heart was thumping. I felt like I was going to cry.

“Just for the record, feelings were mutual all this while, Y/N,” he told me. “Jun told me everything. You having a crush on me, blablabla.”

I pulled away, staring at him with wide eyes, before covering my face and falling flat onto his bed. “I’m going to kill Jun.”

Vernon laughed. “I’d like to see you do that, babe.”

“Y/N~! Wake up!” Vernon called, jumping on top of me. I grunted, feeling air get pushed out of my lungs.

“You’re heavy, you asshole! Get off!” I said, pushing him off. He laughed aloud, rolling off me but stayed lying beside me, one arm draped across my waist.

“Don’t jump on me. You may just break my ribs by accident, you elephant.”

“It’s okay, I’ll be at your funeral,” he joked. I laughed and kicked him off my bed.

“You’re mean,” I said, walking off to the bathroom to wash up. He followed me to the sink, wrapping his arms around my waist loosely as he nuzzled his face into my neck. I giggled.

He looked up, resting his chin on my shoulder, looking at our reflection in the mirror in front of us. 

“I can’t believe we’re confirmed soulmates,” he said. “This was all I wished for.”

I smiled and he gently turned me to face him, closing the distance between us as he placed his lips on mine.

We broke the kiss, and I chuckled. “Me too.”

That mold will get you every time

Let’s go back to the early 2000’s back when I was an undergrad, and I lived in the on-campus apartments.  Fairly new buildings, so the rooms are actually quite nice, and plenty of room for 4 people/apartment, and we each had our own room.  I was friends with 2 of the roomies, and just an acquaintance with the 3rd gal…we’ll call her Marsha.

I had other friends scattered through out the building, but my closest guy-pals lived right upstairs, and I wasted a lot of weekends up there playing video games and DnD.  Introduced Marsha to the four of those guys, and she and one of them, Steve (we were friendly with each other, but not particularly close), end up hooking up and becoming an item.

Unfortunately, it didn’t take long for problems to start popping up…problems for me and my other 2 roommates…

Steve and Marsha took showers together, in our shower…for an hour at a time.

Steve and Marsha made meals in our kitchen together…and left the kitchen a disaster every time.

Steve started cramming our fridge with his stuff, even though it was already crammed from the four girls already living there.

Steve and Marsha would go grocery shopping together, and wouldn’t ask if the rest of us needed anything (Marsha was the only one in the apartment at the time who had a car).  One time we did go with, they took their sweet time wandering the store, despite me warning them we needed to get back to campus before 6 pm, since I had a lab exam to take (I had an evening lab).  They didn’t come up to the register UNTIL little after 6 and then took even more time to load up their stuff into Marsha’s car.  On the way back to campus, I asked if Marsha could drop me off at the hall where my exam was…she mumbled some sort of response, then proceeded to drive right past the damn thing!  I bolted out of the car the moment it parked (the other friend who was with saw how pissed/panicked I was and told me she’d deal with my stuff) and raced across campus to get to my exam…over 30 minutes late.   Thankfully my prof let me in after I explained the situation.

Come back from my exam, and Marsha apologizes profusely, making lame-ass excuses.  Ends up, while I was gone, the other 2 sat her down and pretty much bitched her out, telling her that all the bullshit had to stop.  And it did.

For about 2 weeks.  Then it came back with a vengeance.  And my friends and I struck back.

Around this time, some campus buildings (none of them residential) were having issues with “black mold”…crap that could trigger respiratory issues for people with allergies and such.  Well, Marsha was a bit of a hypochondriac and was paranoid as hell that the dreaded mold would make its way into our apartment.  All of us had taken microbiology, so we all owned a black wax pencil, and I discovered if you ground it in hard enough, you could leave a mark that looked very much like a spot of black mold (grinding in some cotton ball fluff made it even better!).  The 3 of us took advantage of this over the weekend Marsha was gone.  When Marsha came back, she freaked out–there was ‘mold’ everywhere!  In the fridge, along the kitchen sink and dishwasher, along the bathroom sinks, on the toilet lid, and all over the shower.  Without even bothering to inspect anything, she dumped out just about everything of hers out of the fridge, ran into her room, grabbed a bunch of her stuff and booked it up to Steve’s apartment.  She refused to come back down to our apartment for the rest of the week before Steve’s roommates finally kicked her out.  By that time, we had scraped all the little black spots away, leaving no evidence behind, and we all acted dumb when she came back, gas-lighting her a bit by acting like we’d never seen those black spots.

After that, the old problems disappeared.  They still took showers together, but for less than 10 minutes (Marsha was afraid any longer would bring the 'mold’ back).  They still made meals in the kitchen, but left the kitchen spotless after (again…the scary 'mold’).  And Steve no longer crammed his crap in our fridge (Marsha didn’t want to risk his food getting 'infected’).

TL;DR  Roommate and her bf turn into inconsiderate assholes.  Other roommates and I make her think she’s gonna die of the plague.

Today Morning

Originally posted by katherine8595

Reader x Jongin

EXODUS, College AU; A sleepy Jongin suddenly and accidentally exposes his power to you one late night.

First installment of Nikah, @lovesehunright and I’s college au series!

Jongin’s voice is low and childlike as he whines out his protests at your stubborn self. “Y/N, really, I’m walking you home.” He huffs, watching with ‘cold’ eyes while you step into your worn down tennis shoes and grab for your jacket which- a sigh- was to be found in his stubbornly raised hand. 

“Jongin, please.” You pout, reaching for your jacket with another sigh and a reassuring statement, that no, he didn’t need to walk you home, just over campus, this late. It wasn’t that late, anyways. 

Your jacket is lighter than expected, and you hurry it over your shoulder before placing your arms through the arms of the fluffy jacket. There is only a single light illuminating Jongin’s small dorm room, casting a yellow light over the strewn out empty bags of candies and soda bottles. His bed is messy and unmade after the two of you had spent your whole Sunday night up into it, watching all your favorite movies. 

A few hours earlier, Jongin had called you up and told you that his roommate was out for the night, begging you to come over. And so you did, and now you were as tired as ever, stifling yawn after yawn and stretching out your stiff legs by his door. 

“It is that late, actually.” Jongin says dumbly. “It’s almost one in the morning, you do realize we watched like four movies. That’s like- what, 1,5 hours times four?” 

A third sigh - one that transitioned into a jaw-ripping yawn. “Don’t even start, Jongin, seriously. I have math class at nine tomorrow morning.” 

“Today morning.” 

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