but i thought that would be going too far

anonymous asked:

bc of the whole L shutting down camren, even more people are saying cs are so delusional, but if u actually look at all the "camren proofs" there's no way they didn't have a thing. does saying that make so delusional I can't even tell or r people just blaming everything on cs? and ik there's some of cs that go really overboard but I thought it was pretty quiet recently with us, so why would L choose now to speak out?

The #Laurenisoverparty was the last straw - the poisonous part of this fandom (which unfortunately is a big one) went completely too far once again and Lauren didn’t have a choice but to shut it down completely once and for all.

i knew my path
i chose my path
i laid it out myself
decided with trails to take
with turns to make
it wasn’t about taking the road less traveled
but about making this road my own
and i knew the end
where i was meant to stop at
that is where i would find myself
but
somehow
i messed up
i went the wrong way
what i thought was right wasn’t
maybe i went left too many times
maybe i should’ve turned back when everything started looking unfamiliar
scary
i didn’t though
i kept going
and now i don’t know where i am
i don’t know
what trails to take
what turns to make
which ways to go
how far i have to go
i don’t know
where i’m going
but i know
i’ll get wherever i need to get
someway
somehow
because maybe
getting lost is really how you find yourself
—  jsydbrantley said: Can you write about getting lost while discovering who you are?
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Family

@inukag-week Day Four: Family 

I know I’m a lameass by titling these things after the prompt word but I’m too lazy to think of anything else lmao


Hands tucked into his sleeves and releasing a wide yawn as he casually strolled into the kitchen, Inuyasha was greeted with the sight of Kagome’s mom humming a jovial little tune while she stirred a pot at the stove a green herb. A discreet sniff told him it was rosemary. He watched curiously as she spooned up a small amount and took a delicate sip, frowning in contemplation, and then finally seemed to notice him hovering nearby and watching.

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[TRANS] BIGBANG - LAST DANCE Lyrics

Even the love that I thought would last forever faded away
Now even those common friends are leaving
As we age, I guess we become adults
Why am I so worried

People stay in the past today as well
The world spins fine without me
I think I am immature since I am still young
Why am I so foolish

The days when I was happy without anything feels like yesterday
Sure, I’ve come too far, I can’t remember it
Since it’s my first time for everything, I rush and am excited
Those memories from that time still feel like a dream to me
Where am I right now
I am going back to you as I sing this song
If I can see the beautiful you once more,
We will have our last dance as we listen to this song
Remember this moment until whenever
Just one last dance

Becoming a faded light among the stars
You also become a star and signal
Since I’ve become alone I must look lonely
Why do I keep tearing up

The days when I was happy without anything feels like yesterday
Sure, I’ve come too far, I can’t remember it
Since it’s my first time for everything, I rush and am excited
Those memories from that time still feel like a dream to me
Where am I right now

I am going back to you as I sing this song
If I can see the beautiful you once more,
We will have our last dance as we listen to this song
Remember this moment until whenever
Just one last dance

The music keeps playing
Give me a chance, I’ve been waiting here
Please just once
I promise
It won’t be that long

As I sing this song
As I sing this song
I will go back to you
If I can see the beautiful you once more,
We will have our last dance as we listen to this song
Remember this moment until whenever
Just one last dance

Last night when we danced as I held your hand
Your beautiful shining one last smile
An ecstacy with no differentiation for colors
It doesn’t fit with the world I’ve seen and felt
Last night when we danced as I held your hand
Your beautiful shining one last smile
An ecstacy with no differentiation for colors
It doesn’t fit with the world I’ve seen and felt

Translated by: kristinekwak

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too young - sabrina carpenter

I’m probably too old to be writing about this song, given that people I know my age are getting married on purpose, but if I think back far enough I can remember what it was like to be young and sure I was in love, so let’s go back in time for a bit.

When I was 13, 14, 15, I had a best friend. I quite genuinely thought she would be my best friend for the rest of my life, despite our long distance friendship. I also definitely thought I was in love with her, which was a lot of awakenings at the time but definitely not the point. The point is that I was 15 and in love, and defiant that I wasn’t too young for that.

If I’m too young / to fall in love / why do you keep running through my brain?

Sabrina sings the beginning of this song from an outsider’s perspective, things people have said to her. Everyone tells me I gotta go slow / and it’s gonna hurt sometimes / no matter what you do. When you’re young, everyone sets you up for heartbreak. Whatever it is, if you’re young, it won’t last. It can’t last. It’s not real.

I don’t want to say that’s true but it kind of is. I haven’t spoken to my old best friend since I was 18 and she up and decided we weren’t friends anymore. That isn’t fair to her, but this isn’t her platform, it’s mine, so for the sake of the narrative I wasn’t too young to know I was in love with her and she up and left.

So it’s gonna hurt sometimes.

I know better now than I did when I was a teenager, but I was in love then inasmuch as I knew how to be. It was real. If I’m too young / to know anything / why do I know that I’m just not the same? That’s real, inasmuch as anything can be real when you’re 15. I’ve got to fall to fly.

Sabrina’s not misguided or young, but what she’s experiencing is a specific kind of real that’s only real for a short period of time. It’s only real when you’re young, in those liminal teenage years where everything is too real and you feel it all more than anyone else.

since it’s pride month i decided to just go on a lgbt+ binge read and i thought you guys would like to too, so below are some lgbt+ books you can check out if you want to.

children/middle grade:

young adult

new adult/adult

Hey there, YOI fandom!

In a recent post, I discussed the possibility of uniting the fandom and making a joint effort in an initiative to thank Kubo-sensei for creating the great anime that was Yuri on Ice.

We would do this through sending Kubo-sensei ‘thank you’ tweets, using a certain hashtag as well as a certain message in Japanese.

We would do this in order to show our support to her and her decision to present Victor and Yuuri’s romantic relationship the way we saw it in the anime. Considering that she apparently got some homophobic backlash from Japanese fans following the engagement in episode 10, this is also an opportunity for us to reassure her that she isn’t “going too far” with it and that the proper gay representation the anime gave us is good and important, and that we would like to see it in the second season.

I’ve seen quite a few people writing what they would like to see in the next season on Tumblr and this is an opportunity for us to actually get our thoughts and feelings across to the creator. From what we’ve seen so far it’s clear that Kubo-sensei aims to please us and I’m sure she’s more than willing to receive positive feedback and hear our ideas for the sequel.

I have now gotten a few second opinions on the message in Japanese and can say that it is now ready to be sent.

You can find it below:

@kubo_3260 ユーリオンアイスという作品を作って下さってありがとうございました!この作品が大好きです!特にヴィクトルと勇利のロマンスの表現がすばらしくてもっともっと見たいです。第2シーズンの結婚式をお楽しみにしています!#thankyoukubosensei

It translates more or less as “Thank you for creating Yuri on Ice! I love this anime! I especially found the presentation of Victor and Yuuri’s romantic relationship to be amazing and I would love to see more of it. I am looking forward to the wedding in season 2!  #thankyoukubosensei”

However, you do not need to use this message. Let us treat it as a template, and if you would like to change the last sentence, featuring your wish for the next season then feel free to contact me and I will do my best to translate it for you.

Also, if you would like to write her your own message and feature the hashtag #thankyoukubosensei  you are more than welcome to. Just keep in mind that if you plan to tweet her in English, try to keep it short, simple and to the point, so that she may easily understand it. (And be sure to tag her account - @kubo_3260 )

If you’d like to write a her a more complex/personal tweet in Japanese but don’t speak the language, you can contact me about it and I can do my best to translate it for you. Just remember about the character limit.

I think most of us would like to have some influence on the creation of the anime and this may just be our time to shine. Through our support we may show the creators that they can commit to Victor and Yuuri’s relationship, that it’s not ‘risky’ or ‘going too far’ or something that could get them backlash, that they’re in fact doing the right thing by showing them the way they do (or go further with it), and that this is what the fans want. And we can all do this with something as simple as a Tweet.

The Japanese fans will be expressing their wishes for season 2 (including the homophobic ones). Let’s not get left behind and also let Kubo-sensei feel our appreciation for the thing so many of us loved so much in this anime.

Steamy Apology. (m)

Jin x Reader

Genre: Smutty smut, fluff

Word count: 5,264 

Based off of this request ♡

Summary: It’s not unusual for Jin to leave on tour for long periods of time. But, it is unusual when you don’t hear from him at all while he’s gone this time. So when he comes home with a guilt stricken heart, he insists on making it up to you in more ways than one.

a/n: was this too much plot?? ;-; idk i got really into it and really enjoyed writing it, it’s probably my favorite so far, but i understand if you guys just skip to the smut lmao

Originally posted by syubbie

It was a gloomy, Sunday morning. The last morning with your boyfriend, Jin, for a month. 4 whole grueling weeks. It was almost like the sky was mourning with you. 

You thought you would grow used to Jin leaving for x amount of time to go on tour with his hugely successful music group called BTS. But, each time seemed to prove you wrong as it felt like your heart was being yanked out and taken with him every time he left. It’s not like you could tell him not to go or get mad at him for leaving, you just wish it didn’t hurt so bad watching him wave goodbye to you and blow one last kiss your way before being dragged into the car by his group members.

Of course you guys text and call when you can to lessen the loneliness. Occasionally skyping when his hotels have good enough service. But it doesn’t help with the tossing and turning all through the night, helplessly feeling for him through the empty sheets, or eating convenient store ramen alone in front of the tv. Even accompanied by the voices from the screen, your apartment is always deafeningly quite with him here.
You let out a deep sigh and pulled the covers over your head.

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Finally got a chance to sit down & write up my stories from #HousCon :)

I’ll start with my Jensen op. I decided only a couple weeks ago that I was going to take advantage of the location & go full stupid-tourist and go for cowboy hats. I’d always wanted a real one, but since the only time I showed western, I was in 4-H and a helmet is required at all times even in Showmanship. I would never actually get on a horse without a helmet and you shouldn’t either!! But, I digress. Mainly, this happened because there are far too few pictures of Jensen in a cowboy hat for my liking & I’d thought I’d make the most of the opportunity. Hats acquired (which is a story for another time & place) I stepped up to him for my turn and he gave me a rather concerned look. I quickly told him that he could do whatever he wanted with the hat, put it on or not, as I handed it to him. I think he said ok, (it was definitely something affirmative) and stepped into me & put his arm around me. I don’t remember putting my arm around him, but I clearly did. All I remember is thinking ‘grab your brim! look at the camera!!’ Then it was over & he *very* gently patted me on the back (I live for that pat) and we both said ‘thank you.’ I didn’t make eye contact, but I did look towards his face when I said it, so *thumbs up*? I almost dropped the hat when he handed it back to me. Super smooth. I still didn’t smell him. There was a definite strong yummy-man-scent when we stepped around the divider, but I don’t know if it was Jensen, Schmelke or one of the bodyguards. I think it was Chris, since I didn’t notice it when I had my m&g later.

Don’t tell creation that I said this next part, but I finally got to ask him a question in my m&g!! It took all my nerve, but I did it!! I could tell we were running out of time, so I was like it’s now or never get your damn hand up! And he pointed towards me, then changed his mind and picked someone on the other side. I thought that was my chance gone. Then he said last question and picked me. I asked if he ever watches the videos we make on youtube. He said ‘All the time. All the time.’ and explained how when he wants to watch a scene over, he doesn’t want to bother getting out the dvd & just pulls it up quick. He told us about the most recent vid he watched which helped him get through a tough day. He explained how it came up in his recommendations in his ridiculously adorable technology terms. It was the one that was going around with all the actors & directors talking about how great Jensen is. He said it really meant a lot to him to see that, since that’s not really the sort of thing that people tell you to your face all the time, then ‘So, keep making ‘em!’ It was pretty intense having his mostly undivided attention for longer than the couple of seconds you get to interact in the auto line. I just kept saying ‘cool!’ like an asshole for the 2 minutes or so he was talking at me. And smiling. With eye-crinkles. And I don’t know how many of you have experienced how oddly intimate it is to hear his voice not through a microphone. But… damn. 

It really meant a lot to me that he may have seen the vids I make for him. That’s really why I make most of my art: to show people how much I care about them. I just hope he’s not reading the descriptions……

Important things no one remembers about Kim Seokjin.

0. ^

1. Jin came into Big Hit with absolutely zero singing or dancing experience, (unlike all the other members minus V) and had to put in an incredible amount of effort and hard work to meet their level of talent, proving that hard work does pay off and can be just as good as talent.

2. Jin spends the allowance he gets from his parents on ingredients. Not just on himself, he selflessly uses his own money to make meals for all the members to enjoy with him.

3. Jin’s the one that mediates the group and stops jokes before they go too far. I guarantee you, if Seokjin wasn’t in the group, there would be probably be a lot more group fighting.

4. Jin literally drives Jungkook to school, without him Jungkook would probably be a high school dropout tbh.

5. Pretty much everyone in Bangtan has hinted at some point that he’s the strongest member in the group. If you thought Jimin or Jungkook was ripped well I got news for you.

6. Oh, and if you like how Jungkook has muscles, just remember he only started working out because he started going with Jin to the gym.

7. That one time they asked him his ideal type and he started talking about how much he likes dogs.

8. Jin literally carries around a spoon and special chopsticks. If that’s not the most adorable fucking thing to you, then you need to think about life for a moment.

9. People always talk about how relatable he is because of his love for food and his handsomeness, but more important than that is that he’s willing to show himself eating to people - as an idol. He’s one of the few idols that projects a healthy image to everyone, by letting them know it’s okay to eat.

10. Jin also shows that you are allow to be confident in your looks. How many times do we hear idols say “Oh no.. I don’t think I’m handsome.” or only say they’re handsome as a joke? Jin isn’t afraid to be self-confident and show he has high self-esteem and it’s so important for young people to see and hear and know it’s okay to feel like this.

11. He’s probably wrecking your bias list right now. Literally.

I hope you’re looking at the stars and you feel my presence there with you. I have no idea where you are, where you are heading and I can only hope that wherever the sea is dragging you, you are safe and okay. It’s been far too long since I heard your voice. It’s been far too long since that last time I heard you laugh, seen your smile, and looked into the mountains contained in your eyes. I wonder if you think of me too. Last time we spoke you said it was my thought that would keep you at peace. I can only hope I keep bring you that peace. Know that wherever you are, it is you that keeps me going, your thought that gives me strength to wake up in the morning, your love that keeps me sane. I’ll be here, waiting, always for your return…
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Requested by @rboz!

Prompt; Turned on at the wrong moment, getting it on, getting walked in 

I hope you enjoy this, Rusky! :D

Slight nsfw warning

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The camp was quiet for once, much to Gajeel’s relief. They had traveled double time from HQ, and had just settled as the sun was beginning to set. ’And in record time too, gihee,’ he thought, overseeing the activity as officers and soldiers bustled about, tiredly building dinner fires. So far, all was going to plan, and hopefully, there would be a bit of quiet time with his favorite script mage after her report to their higher ups. He resisted biting his lip again; they were already chapped from his teeth chewing on them since she had left for her job. Not that he had been worried about the girl or anything, he was just a bit impatient for their reunion.  

Okay, he was a bit worried. But he’d be the last one to admit that to anyone out loud other than Lily.  

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Omg guys so Baz grew up in his scary big mansion far away from roads right? So he probably never got trick or treaters because the kids were too afraid (and probably too lazy) to go all the way to the front door.

Which means Baz has absolutely no experience with trick or treaters.

So just image Simon and Baz living together and it’s Halloween, and suddenly there’s a knock on the door. Baz opens the door, and there are 3 kids, dressed so well that Baz thinks there are actually a real ghost, vampire and witch in front of his house.

Just imagine his reaction omfg.

“SNOW THERE ARE MONSTERS AT OUR DOOR AND I SEE MORE OF THEM WALKING THE STREETS GRAB YOUR SWORD THE APOCALYPSE HAS BEGUN”

Man or Beast?

Ok so I wrote a post about wanting fanfic of Dan Stevens growling, and lamenting that I would have to write it myself.

So I did. I couldn’t bring myself to go too far, so its mostly suitable for work.

But I definitely had to address how that growl made so many of us feel. It started as a small drabble and ended up as 6 pages of Belle trying to come to terms with Adam and the confusion I thought would be inevitable after his transformation. Then adding desire and that growl to the mix…well…hopefully I did ok lol

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“Soon.”

The full moon was high overhead as you tossed and turned in the bed that had so quickly become your own. The past weeks had been a whirlwind of adventure, perhaps a little more than you had really been prepared for if you were completely honest with yourself. You had suddenly become the heroine of your own romantic novel, complete with magical creatures, villains and a handsome prince and the reality was somewhat more overwhelming than you would admit to.

The noises from the castle outside the sanctuary of your room had long since ceased as your friends old and new took to their beds. No longer dusty, dark and crumbling, the castle was a sight to behold…vast in size and rich in design. The inventor part of you revelled in the beauty and form of your home, but a small part you almost missed how it was before. By no means did you resent the broken curse that had removed your friends from their household prison. Your heart swelled to see them happy, to see Chip running with dog, Lumiere dancing with Plumette and to witness them all enjoying their freedom. There was so much love in the castle, there always had been to a degree but it was so open now.

No, what you missed was the quiet, the solitude of your weeks here with only those few for company. When your time was spent in books or conversation and the days stretched in contentment as you learned so much about the inhabitants of this incredible place.

Now it almost seemed as though people swarmed all over and you felt both happy that all was well but a little selfish in wishing the castle and its inhabitants were still just…yours. You scolded yourself for your thoughts, you had never been a selfish person and you weren’t now. But a feeling of….something….you couldn’t put your finger on it. Something was off.

It was the Beast, no you corrected yourself, Adam. He was Prince Adam now, human, handsome, wonderful. So why did you feel this way? So uncomfortable in the place you felt to be home. So tense and awkward when you were with Beas….Adam!

That right there, that was what was bugging you. Mere weeks had passed and in that expanse of time you had been practically assaulted, held prisoner, discovered magic and curses, escaped from an angry mob, discovered your mother’s fate and fallen in love…with a beast…not a man. So much to take in and come to terms with. The death of Gaston and the transformation of Adam notwithstanding.

It was the Beast who had gifted you the library, who had thrown snowballs with you, had danced with you in an enchanted ballroom. His heart was the one that had touched you, it was his arms you had dreamed of when you felt alone and when you had been standing in that broken old windmill, staring at the broken pieces of your childhood it was him you had looked at and thought of home.

Since the night the curse was broken a new factor had to be taken into consideration.

Desire.

In the moments after the curse was broken you had felt it and given into it. Your heart knew Adam and the Beast were the same, but your mind was having trouble coming to terms with these new feelings. Your heart skipped a beat and your breath caught whenever you caught a glimpse of the man but you almost felt unfaithful, your mind’s eye still seeing your Beast. It didn’t help that you had barely seen him in the last few days, either. There had been no moments of privacy or conversation. No touches, no kisses. Just being in the same space but not together while he worked so hard to put everything to right again with the village and himself. After so many years of misery and darkness you knew he was trying to adjust as you were. You also knew somehow that he was aware of your struggle, or at least of your distant feeling. His blue eyes radiated patience and a little hurt when he looked at you.

Throwing off the covers you paced to the open window, looking out into the night, pensive and anxious. You loved him so much you thought your heart would swell and burst in your chest and you ached every minute of the day for him. Prince or Beast you wanted to feel safe in his arms, needed him to drive away this empty feeling you had when he was out of your sight.

A celebration was planned for the next day and the final preparations kept you busy till late afternoon. The castle was spotless and stunning, everyone was dressed in their best finery and Adam had spared no expense, no doubt remembering the parties that had helped to set the curse in motion initially. You stood in front of the mirror in a stunning white dress, almost not recognizing the figure staring back at you. Alone for a few minutes you sucked in a deep breath as tears pricked your eyes. Perhaps a good cry was what you really needed, a release of all the emotions built up inside you. Forcing deep breaths you managed to fight back the threatening torrent, there would be time for tears later.

A knock at the door drew you from your thoughts and you couldn’t hold back the gasp or shiver that escaped when Adam walked through.

He came up short a foot inside your room, his lips curling into a smile and his eyes running over you in a way that made your toes curl and your stomach flip.

“Beautiful.” he whispered, stepping toward you.

You felt your cheeks turn red as you lowered your eyes to focus on the bright blue of his coat rather than his eyes.

You wanted him to crush you to him, to tell you he was still him, still your Beast, that everything was going to be ok. Instead he walked over to your bedside and picked up the book laying there.

“This again, really?” he snorted as he held Romeo and Juliet and for a second you heard him. You imagined him rolling his eyes dramatically as he had done before and a tiny laugh slipped out. Glancing up, you looked at him flicking through the pages, really looked at him for the first time since that night. As he scoffed at this and that you saw the line of his mouth, turned down at the corners the same as the Beast, his shoulders rolled with the same motions and for the first time you realised he even carried himself the same way.

Your gasp was audible and he rushed over as you sank to your knees.

Your head had finally caught up to your heart. Adam was the Beast, the Beast was Adam and a flood of emotion rushed through you.

“Belle! What is it?” his voice surrounded you and despite the higher pitch you couldn’t understand how you had failed to hear that it was the same damn voice. How could you have been so foolish, and so blind?

“Adam. Beast.” you murmured into his coat as he gathered you into his arms.

“Ahhhhhh, I see.” he whispered against your forehead, pressing his lips gently to the skin there.

“I’m so sorry. I was so confused and so..”

“Overwhelmed?”

“Yes.”

“I understand, it’s not an easy thing being human again for me either, I’m having to remember how to manage a lot of things differently.”

His fingers sat beneath your chin, tilting your head so you could look him in the eyes, the same eyes that you had so loved before. His lips curved in a soft smile as his fingertips brushed across your cheek.

“I’m sorry too. I’ve been absent for days, so consumed with trifling things that I thought I needed to get out of the way so I could just be with you without interruption. I sensed you were struggling and I should have simply hidden us away from the world like I wanted to.”

“I was wishing things could be like they were before….when it was really just us here. It was selfish but I thought that if we could just be alone then I could come to terms with what I was feeling.”

‘You fell in love with a Beast.” he smiled softly, “Then suddenly you had a man. Truth be told I would have been surprised if you came to this easily.”

“I keep thinking I’m going to wake up and the whole thing would never have been real. Even now I wonder if he was real and it breaks my heart to even think that.”

“Oh Belle, my love.” he took one of your hands in his, leading it to rest over his heart. You could feel the strong, steady beat against your palm. “Do you feel that?” you nodded. “That is the beat of his heart, as well as mine as they are one and the same. He was as real as I am now and like him, this heart beats only for and because of you. You saved him, saved us from an eternity of loneliness and pain. He is still me and I am still him, only the outer shell has changed.”

“I know that, my heart knows that, my head needed some time to catch up. I missed you, him, us.”

“I’m a fool.”

“True.” you both chuckle. There is was, that same camaraderie and humor, the easiness flowed back and you felt comfortable again sitting on the floor in his arms.

“I’m not letting you out of my sight again, I promise.”

“Even if I’m reading Romeo and Juliet?”

If his eyes had rolled any harder they would have left his sockets. You couldn’t help but laugh hard as he over acted his dislike.

“What is it with you and that book? There are so many better things to read.”

“It’s the book that brought us together.”

He stopped rolling his shoulders instantly. “How so?”

“When you were laying in your bed and I was talking about Shakespeare and you acted just like you did now. It was the first moment I really saw you, not a Beast, or a cursed Prince, but you, stripped down and honest. It was from that instant that I began to fall in love with you.”

“Well then.” he leaned down, gently pressing his lips against yours. “I guess we shall have to get every copy we can find.”

“Even one in Greek?” you chuckled.

“Especially one in Greek.”

There was cheering as you descended the staircase to the ballroom minutes later. Your smile was wide as you looked out at the human faces of the people you loved and some who were starting to come around to a better way of thinking. Adam lived up to his promise and never left your side, one hand always touching you in some way. Watching him like this was like seeing him for the first time, you didn’t think of him now as either man or the Beast, he was simply Adam and you loved him. The evening flew by in a whirl of music and light, a sensory overload with him as your center, your anchor. You were happy.

Later you watched him laughing with Cogsworth, his blue eyes flashing and his teeth shining. There was that breathlessness again, the feeling that came when your very fiber acknowledged how gorgeous he was, and that he was yours. Your eyes watched his long fingers sliding around a goblet and your mind’s eye responded with an image of them tracing patterns over your bare skin.

“Belle?”

You shook your head to clear your thoughts as you realized someone was speaking to you. Before you turned your head you caught Adam’s glance over the rim of his glass, a piercing, almost predatory look that made you realize he had guessed the nature of your thoughts. Your cheeks burned as you turned away to address your companion, feeling his eyes on you.

A hand came around your waist suddenly causing you to jump.

“I believe this is our dance, my love.” he smirked, taking your hand and leading you out to the floor.

For a time you moved together, only your hands touching, yet somehow even that small caress seemed so much more. You knew what this was, welcomed it. The feeling of being swept away was intoxicating and you felt almost drunk as you both moved through the steps of the dance.

“Are you feeling ok?” Adam’s tone was knowing and assured.

You tried to fight through the fog to any semblance of control over yourself.

“How would you feel about growing a beard?” It was meant to be a teasing comment.

His eyes flared as he chuckled then fixed you with a stare.

He growled.

Growled.

While smiling.

Actually growled, deep and with feeling.

A wave of heat shot through your body, head to toe, your heart hammering in your throat and your stomach at once. Your knees turned into rubber, buckling under you and only a quick thought let you stop before you hit the floor.

His smile was still in place as he brushed his lips across your hand, gently tugging you back into a standing position. One look at his face showed you he had missed nothing. You couldn’t look away as the dance drew to a close, his gaze held you in its grip, his smile never wavering. The music stopped, signaling the end of the ball and for several minutes you were distracted by goodbyes and thank yous.

No one would let you help tidy things up and slowly everyone made their way to their beds, leaving you alone in the ballroom.

Or not.

The candles had been snuffed and only the light from one candelabra remained, moving slowly out of the shadows toward you, in Adam’s hand.

For a moment you wondered if perhaps this was how a rabbit felt when it was being stalked by a wolf. You felt like prey.

You liked it, enjoying the shiver that ran up your spine.

“Come.” He took your hand and directed you up the stairs and towards the East wing.

You climbed in silence, the only light coming from his candles, his thumb tracing circles over the back of your hand.

Your heart beat so hard and fast that you were sure he could hear it, his smile told you he knew exactly the state you were in.

The door to your chamber loomed in front of you now and he let go of your hand, moving to stand behind you. As your fingers grasped the door handle he spoke, his voice low and gruff.

“I’m afraid I have to break my promise to you Belle.”

He stood so close that you could feel his breath on the back of your neck as he leaned down, his lips pressing against the bare skin of your shoulder.

The breath rushed from your body in a whoosh.

“I have to let you out of my sight for the night.”

No he didn’t, you thought as his mouth trailed toward your neck.

“Why?” you managed to sigh, unconsciously pressing your back against his chest.

“Because, my darling girl…” His teeth nipped at your neck, causing you to moan. “If I keep you in my sights tonight, I’m likely to eat you alive.” You felt his small laugh before his open mouth closed onto your neck, his tongue sliding across the spot he had nibbled at.

“Adam.” Your arm snaked up, your hand sliding across the back of his neck, holding him against you.

“Say my name again.” His voice was raspy and beastlike, his tongue tracing the outline of your ear.

“Adam.”

He lifted his head, pressing his nose against your cheek.

“I like that, hearing my name on your lips.”

“I love you, Adam.” Your heart swelled.

“I love you too, Belle.” he whispered roughly before covering your mouth with his own.

Where before there had been tenderness and wonder, now there was passion and want, desire and need. His tongue slid across your bottom lip and your teeth before tracing along the length of your own. With a moan, stifled by his kiss, you responded in kind, your every nerve ending buzzing as your lips and tongue learned the shape and feel of his mouth. Another growl rumbled in his chest when your teeth caught his bottom lip, nibbling and licking as he had done to your neck.

In that moment he wrenched himself away and you turned sideways, facing one another, both breathing heavily, wide eyed and wanting.

“I have to say goodnight, Belle.” he managed to pant, his eyes blazing.

“I know.” You whispered. “I don’t want you to.”

“God!” he groaned loudly, stepping forward.

The candlestick was set on the floor before he pounced, the length of his body pressed against yours as the door held you up. His fingers tangled in your hair, pulling it loose from its pins, his lips crushed against yours, hard. Your arms wrapped around his torso, crossing over his back, holding his as close as you could. His chest rumbled as lips met and tongues danced.

Here was the Beast.

Long minutes passed in rapture as Adam practically devoured you, lips teeth and tongue blazing hot trails down your neck and across your collarbone. You felt your lips bruising and swelling but didn’t care. Only this mattered. Only him. You wanted him closer, aching with a need you didn’t yet know how to express or even quantify. Your back arched of its own accord, pressing your body closer to is.

“We. Have. To. Stop.” Adam panted against your neck.

You nodded, but made no move to unwrap your arms from around him.

He laughed softly, sliding his hands from your hair, his forehead against yours.

“I want nothing more than to follow you inside that door.”

“I know.” Your throat was dry and your voice sounded so hoarse you barely recognized it.

“When we are married.”

“Soon.”

“Very soon.”

He pressed his lips against yours gently, before taking a step back, your arms falling by your sides. You watched him pick up the candlestick.

“Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, my love.”

You waited until even his shadow had retreated before opening the door, finally sliding into bed moments later, arranging the pillows and quilt to imitate his presence beside you.

Somehow you knew that in another part of the castle he was doing the exact same thing.

You ran your fingers over your swollen lips, before closing your eyes with a smile.

“Soon.”

Goodbye, For Now Pt. 2

Part 1: http://jokose.tumblr.com/post/154133260343/goodbye-for-now

********

No. You thought to yourself.  I can’t let him win this time. You considered telling Frost to turn around.  You could just jump out of the car and run back into J’s arms, but you were too angry and he needed to learn a lesson at some point.  If you really meant more to him than just a toy, he needed to treat you like it.

“Where would you like to go, Y/N?” Frost asked glancing at you in the mirror.

You hadn’t thought that far ahead, “Um..” You took a shaky breath as a few tears made their way down your cheeks, “Just take me to a hotel please, Frosty.  I don’t care which one as long as it’s downtown.”

Frost looked back at the road and sped into the heart of Gotham.  You knew he would probably tell J where you were and even if he didn’t it would only be a matter of time before J found you on his own.  No matter how brief the alone time might be, you needed it.

About twenty minutes later you came to a stop in front of one of the nicest hotels in the city.  Frost got out and opened your door, extending his hand for you to steady yourself with as you stepped out into the cool air.

“Do you need me to come in with you and help get the room?” Frost asked with a sympathetic smile.

“No thanks Frosty, and thanks for the ride.” You replied softly, looking at the ground to hide your tear stained face.

“For what it’s worth Y/N, I know he really cares about you.” Frost said before getting back in the large black car and driving away.  You grabbed onto your bag and entered the hotel; luckily no one seemed to recognize you.  A few minutes later you walked into your room.  It was much smaller than you’d  become accustomed to in J’s massive mansion, but it was good enough for the time being.

You tossed your bag onto the floor and flopped down on the bed, exhausted from the past twenty-four hours.  Looking at your phone you had no messages, no missed calls, nothing.  Even though you were angry with J, you still hoped he would chase you.  Maybe he’s over us too.

********

A few hours later you opened your eyes.  You didn’t remember falling asleep, but you weren’t surprised.  A glance at the bedside digital clock told you that it was 8 PM.  You stood up from the bed and went to look out of your window, seeing all the people still wandering around the city.  Some fresh air could do me some good.  You grabbed your phone and headed out the door.

You had never really walked around Gotham before; there was no need to since J always drove you in his Lamborghini or the henchmen took you where you needed to go.  It was a nice change and even though the temperature had dropped significantly it was still a pretty pleasant evening.  You took out your phone to check the time. It’s already midnight? Wow, I better head back.  Looking at the street signs you realized you didn’t know where you were, or how far you’d traveled from the hotel.  Guess I’ll just go this way.  You thought, taking a turn down an avenue.  It didn’t take long for you to realize that you’d made a poor decision.  There wasn’t much light emanating from the seemingly abandoned buildings full of failed businesses and most of the street lamps were broken.

Suddenly you felt an extreme amount of pressure slam into the side of your head, knocking you onto the ground.  You were on the edge of consciousness but you managed to roll over onto your back and catch a blurry glimpse of two men in all black.

Your breathing was staggered, “Please….don’t hurt me….” Your plea was immediately met with blows to your ribs and a pair of hands around your neck.  Your eyes were rolling back into your head, all air escaping your body.  This is it.  You thought to yourself.

“Listen up pretty,” One of the men started speaking.  He continued to talk but you couldn’t make out what he was saying.  Your body was quickly shutting down.  After all the near death experiences you’d been through with J, two random guys on the street were going to take you out.

Your vision was fading to black for the final time when you heard gunshots.  Just before you lost consciousness you could’ve sworn you saw green hair.

********

You woke up to a pounding pain in your head and aches all over your body.  Sitting up slowly you took in your surroundings.  You were back in your shared master bedroom at J’s mansion and if it wasn’t for the immense pain you were in you would’ve thought it was all just a dream.  The sound of the door opening caught your attention.

“Get out.” You said quickly before J could even step all the way into the room; even though he saved you, you weren’t going to give him a free pass.  He ignored your request and shut the door behind him, walking over to the bed.

He took a deep breath and held out some pills and a glass of water, “Princess, we have a lot that we need to talk about, but the only thing that matters to me right now is making sure you’re okay.”  He sat down on the edge of the bed as you hesitantly took his offerings.  You said nothing.

He tentatively placed his hand on your leg but you shut him down, “Don’t touch me.”  His hand immediately retracted and he looked away from you, defeat and sadness showing all over his face.

“Did they hurt you?” He asked softly, but you didn’t reply.  J’s patience was starting to run thin, “Look doll, I already know the answer to that question.  Who do you think changed your clothes?”

You looked down at yourself and saw that the only thing you had on was one of J’s favorite purple silk shirts.  You sighed, “I’m fine J.”

“No you’re not,” He replied looking back at you, “If you saw the bruises covering your body you would agree with me.” His eyes were full of anger.  They were always one of your favorite things about him because they truly were the windows to his soul.  You could tell how frustrated he was, most likely with himself.

Deciding to give him a break you spoke up, “Will you help me get in a bath please?”

A smirk fell over his face, “Of course, princess.”

He stood up off the bed and gently pulled the bedding off your legs.  You grabbed on to his hand and made an attempt to stand when pain coursed through your entire body.  J noticed your grimace and picked you up, holding you close to his chest.

You tensed, upset that he was helping you even though you needed it, “I can walk you know.” You said curtly.

“I know you’re angry with me, and you should be.  But please Y/N, just let me help you.” He replied softly, stepping into the large master bathroom.  He placed you down gently on the steps leading to the Jacuzzi tub and turned on the water, running his fingers through it to make sure the temperature was right.

You unbuttoned the shirt from your body and attempted to stand to look in the mirror when J stepped in front of you, setting you back down.

“J, I just want to see what I look like.” You said sternly trying to stand again but giving up when you felt a sharp pain in your ribs.

“No.” J replied.

“What do you mean ‘No’? This is part of our problem, J. You’re so-”

He cut you off, “I don’t want you to look in the mirror because you’re so much more beautiful than you’ll think you are if you look right now.  You have a lot of bruises, but they’ll heal soon, and I don’t want you to worry.  Those guys tried to rough you up good, but you’re still the most perfect thing i’ve ever seen.”

You didn’t know what to say, J was never this emotional with you.  Maybe he really took some time to think.  You thought to yourself with hope.  Luckily you didn’t have to respond because the bath was ready.

“Time to get in.” J said to you softly, placing his arm around your waist to help you as you slowly stepped in, wincing with every movement.  “I’ll come back in a bit to help you get out.” J said sounding disappointed.  He would always join you in baths even though they weren’t his favorite thing.  He would do it just because he knew you liked him to.

J turned and started to leave the bathroom when you spoke up, “Wait, J,” You called after him, “Will you get in with me?” You asked nicely, giving him a break.  After all, he was being good to you.

Without saying anything he just turned around and stripped off his clothes, climbing in behind you.  His arms wrapped delicately around your body, trying not to hurt you.  It felt so good to be so close to him; moments like this were exactly why you had fallen for him in the first place.

His fingers traced gently over your arms, “Does that hurt?” He asked, not wanting to cause you more pain.  You shook your head to tell him ‘no’ and he continued, “I don’t know where to begin doll face,” He took a deep breath, you could feel his chest raise against your back, “I’m sorry for not treating you how you deserve to be treated.  I’m sorry that I only ever mess things up.  I’m sorry for the trouble that I put you and your heart through.  I’m sorry for pushing you away.  I’m sorry I fucked up and I’m sorry I can’t fix it.  I love you and I’m so sorry for making your life harder because of that.”

You couldn’t believe the words he was saying.  He had never truly apologized to you before for anything; in fact, you can’t remember him ever apologizing to anyone.  You glanced over your shoulder to look into his crystal blue eyes.  The tears welling in them broke your heart, “J….” You whispered before he interrupted you.

“I knew you needed some alone time so I didn’t want to break you out of that hotel right away, that’s why I didn’t call.  When one of the henchmen said they saw you going for a walk I knew we needed to keep eyes on you.  We hacked the street cameras and the second I saw those two men try to take you from me I jumped out of the van and ran as fast as I could down those streets to get to you.  No matter what happens between us, I’ll always protect you Y/N….” A tear slowly rolled down his cheek.

You immediately brought your hand up to wipe it away, tears of your own falling into the bath water.  “J, we have a lot to talk about and a lot that we need to work through.  But when I was lying on the ground thinking it was the end, all I could think about was how I wished I was back home with you.  I wished I was by your side feeling on top of the world.  I wished I was laying in bed with you watching some stupid movie while you complained about all the gushy romance,” You giggled and stroked your fingers through his hair making him look at you, “I love you, J.  The moment I left with Frost I wanted to turn back around, but that doesn’t mean we don’t have issues to work out.”

“I know we do doll….” He replied taking a moment to think before a smirk appeared on his lips.

“What’s that look for, J?” You questioned, a smirk of your own gracing your lips.

“I really wanna kiss you.” He said with a cheeky grin.  You leaned forward, his lips pressing gently and lovingly against yours before pulling away.

“You taste like Heaven,” J whispered against your lips, “I love you, YN.”

“I love you too, J.”  

Andromeda Thoughts

I spent some time playing the trial of Mass Effect: Andromeda. I’m going to give some of my thoughts without getting too spoiler-y, though I know there are plenty of you fine folks out there that would still appreciate the tag so you can make your own judgments when the time comes. Right on, you spoiler-free champions, for your willpower is far greater than mine. :)

Also… this is one of the reasons I haven’t posted any new writing. Oops. I’m sorry!

  • The jet pack for jumping is super fun and looks way cool. 10/10 would jump all the things again.
  • They did, in fact, fix the wild Mako controls. I look much less like I’m having a stroke while driving. Fear not, though, dear nostalgia lovers, for you will still end up falling off the side of a mountain. Just like old times.
  • The face animations are a little odd on occasion, but I’ve seen the uproar that this has caused in the fandom and at BioWare staff in particular and I think people need to find a new hobby if this is the topic ruins your life. Seriously. Grow up.
  • So far I’ve rather liked the updated dialogue selections. My Ryder has been quite sarcastic. It hasn’t quite reached levels of “purple Hawke” of Dragon Age 2 fame, but she is very early in the story. There’s still plenty of time for her to get frustrated and bitter. Tee hee.
  • I’m digging the voice actors. Some of them enunciate a bit too much for my liking so it sounds a little less natural, but overall great choices. I really like Sis!Ryder and Cora in particular. Nice job, ladies.
  • The new vehicles are awesome. What I saw of the Tempest I really liked. The fact that it’s got windows that are actually showing what’s outside is pretty spectacular. Joker isn’t the only one who gets to see the cool stuff anymore!
  • Omni-gel. Yes.
  • I tried multiplayer also, and really appreciated that you can play male and female characters and can customize their armor so that you look a little different than the other 3 human female soldiers in your group if you’d like. The good thing about starting it up now is that you can flail along with all the other people who also don’t know what they’re doing. It makes me feel like much less of a failure. Hehe. I could see myself sinking a lot of time there if left to my own devices. The jet pack makes all the difference in the world and things were kicking my butt across the galaxy.In a good way, I assure you. Fun stuff.
  • I was worried about the exploration/colonization concept and getting into fights with native peoples on their homeworlds. That really bothered me. I haven’t gotten very far into the game, but so far, that has not been an issue. Whew.
  • Overall, I feel like they really tried hard to bring in notable, enjoyable elements of the original trilogy and introduce new concepts, characters, and technologies to set it apart and remind you that its a whole new ballgame. That’s no easy task. I may be speaking too early, but I think they did a pretty darn good job so far, and they don’t deserve the vile hate they’ve been getting for a game that hasn’t even been released yet.

Bottom line. Is it fun? Yes. Will it suck away my life? Probably. 

Sometimes I wonder if our whole relationship was nothing more than a dream I had once… a dream so pleasant that waking up from it felt painfully jarring, like being taken from a warm comforting bed and plunged into a bath of ice.
Perhaps that is all it ever was… one of those dreams where months go by, but in reality, last only minutes.
It would be so easy to give up living in exchange for sleeping and I’ll admit that for a while I did. And still there are days I wish nothing more than to fall back asleep, compelled by the thought that I could live a lifetime with you if I only close my eyes and dream it…
But it’s time for me to get up now… for I have been asleep far too long and there’s still so much living left to do…
—  Ranata Suzuki | It’s time to get up
"I'll Catch You"/"Nightmare" - Newt x Tina

SUMMARY: Tina has nightmares about what happened in the death cell. She comes to learn that sometimes it’s best to be comforted after a nightmare and not bottle it up. 

This was prompted by @aplleoswho asked for a fic where “Tina has nightmares about the “I’ll catch you” scene and newt comforts her?” Originally I was just going to focus on Newt, but then Queenie turned up and this became a longer fic than I intended about Tina and trust issues.

Part of this is also because of a comment I saw on an IMDB board; someone said that they didn’t think Tina would survive the scene because they thought she was “too far gone and would choose to die”…whatever that means…though I do believe that Tina perhaps has some difficulty trusting people at first because of her past, but still.

The use of the word “fine” is intentionally overused for obvious reasons.

Enjoy!

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Usually on this day I draw Ruby, or my usual, Roman. But this time…it’s different.

Not even a month ago I lost my estranged mother in a heartbeat. I didn’t believe it, not one bit. I still don’t, really. I hadn’t spoken to her in years, and…well, she wasn’t the best mother. But I have come to forgiven her and had my hopes of going into this year and reconciling with her…of course, now that will never happen.

Thinking about it now, I realize how much more I relate to Ruby. We’re both bubbly, socially awkward, forced to grow up far too fast for our own good…and now with an absent mother.

So I thought for a change, in memory of Monty, the man who indirectly saved me and pushed me towards recovery after years of abuse, as well my mother, in what I remember to be the good parts of her, I thought I would draw Summer. Who, like my mother, was in fact a badass and quite the baker.

I miss you Monty. I miss you mom. Both of you have been important to me regardless. Thank you.

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please do not tag as kin, me, id, etc. this is a very personal drawing.

Ride

                   -Shikha Singh


Round and round, 

round and round

like a carousel

we go 

round and round


Not once or twice

or even thrice

I tried to catch you

a thousand times.


But every time

I would come

two steps close,

my cheeks glow,

tinted rose.

Oh, how I would 

then realise

that you too, 

went two steps far

from my right.

My cheeks fading

back to pale white.


Up and down

up and down

like a sea saw

we go

up and down.


A million times

I reached for you.

A million times

I’ve tried.


But every time

I thought 

you were close

you went

soaring 

high up

like a kite.

Until from 

down here

you were again

out of my sight.


Like a 

roller coaster

full of

twists-n-turns

our life

keeps us

on the run. 

And now it’s

no more fun

being stuck

on a ride

that never

adjourns.