but there are hundreds thousands of people who love you

I literally just cant. Sometimes are you guys hit by the fact, that Lexa the stoic Commander, with the wisdom of generations, fell in love with a smol girl who fell from the sky? She bared her soul to her, and she protected her, and improved and changed her entire life and the ways of her people for that small bi bean?

She was so beautiful. And strong. And just…. Powerful. She moved us all. She inspired so many of us. She inspired hundreds of thousands of us to revolt against the media and their view of the lgbtq youth. She changed the lives of so many

For me, the most powerful yet heartbreaking scene was one of her very last happy moments. That smile, that smile she gave Clarke as she leaned down to kiss her on the bed. Do you guys remember? That smile. It was like… Seeing her for the first time. Happy. Relieved. Satisfied. She looked so beautiful. And raw. And fucking amazing.

I miss her so much

Suicide Squad/Oscar win

This is just my opinion though and I fully see why people are upset about Star Trek losing to Suicide Squad but I thought id share my opinion on why it did win.

Reasoning: Suicide Squad was by NO means, at all, a great movie. Though they had one of the hardest tasks of all, taking iconic characters everyone knows and bringing them to life in a way that is modern is already a task in itself.

Joker and Harleys redesigns were the most iconic pop culture costumes of 2016, they were EVERYWHERE, their outfits were plastered wherever they could be including their wigs and makeup (there are literally hundreds of makeup tutorials for them on youtube). Everyone dressed up as them and there are thousands and thousands of people who have cosplayed them. Even more so, the designs were so popular they’re now in the comics/video games. I personally don’t like the designs but I can acknowledge how insanely popular they became and still are. Enchantress had a rather unique redesign as well.

Jokers makeup was literally one of the most talked about things last year when they first uploaded that first picture, whether you hated it or loved it it was still being talked about and the press around it was insane.

Killer Croc and Enchantresses minions had wonderful prosthetic work as well and the tattoo applications, while simple, are another thing to look at.

Star Trek had phenomenal prosthetic work for their aliens but it isn’t something the general public are gonna remember/see really after a few months. What you are gonna keep seeing for years to come is people cosplaying the designs from Suicide Squad. It earned its Oscar for being one the biggest Pop culture hits on makeup and hair design alone.

The thing about writing, it’s such an intimate thing. When it get shared and people resonate with it, I don’t feel good. I don’t feel good knowing hundreds of people out there or maybe even thousands or whatever number of people who came across my writing felt the same way with me. Because sharing what you wrote might make you less lonelier but it will definitely make you sad that so many people are hurting. My heart is hurting and they are hurting too. I just want to hug everyone who is feeling the same way.
—  kissmylime 

Throwback Thursday to the one night that changed it all! The night where I forever painted the target across my back! The night the LA Kings hosted their first ever Pride Night ❤️💛💚💙💜🌈 🏳️‍🌈👑🏒🥅🦁 unfortunately there’s so many pics I can’t share thanks to all the wonderful porn blogs out there that make it so I can’t show the full story or anybody else’s faces 😒 but anyways. I met hundreds of people that night, thousands of pictures were taken, and people just had to know my story. For most, I was the first trans person they ever knowingly met, and I was now a face they could relate all of the media to. I met some of the greatest people that I now consider my family, those who love me for me, something my blood family couldn’t. You never know when, where, or how you will find your love or your natural space, but I promise it’s out there for you somewhere. I’m so glad that I was able to find mine.

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

You know what irritates me to no end? The reputation that fan fiction has. Like, people act like it’s this silly lame thing to where I’m way too embarrassed to say that I write fanfic, when in reality these works can be hundreds of thousands of words long, written by some incredible authors who really poured their heart into them, and consumed by thousands of readers. The characters are well loved, yet often so complicated and taken in a unique direction by each individual author. Fan fiction is no different from regular fiction; writers simply borrow characters and near and dear relationships as a starting point.

Let me share an anecdote (I know, when do I not, but bear with): in senior year for my creative writing class we were instructed to submit a portfolio with a common thread. At the time, I was dealing with all manner of anxiety, and I figured that I’d invested so much effort and work and time into my fics that why not just showcase those? And so I edited them a bit, changed names and pronouns, took out fandom-specific references, a turned them in. My “common thread” was relationships. I explored different styles of writing, focused on primarily gay ships (they were all Johnlock, by the way), and in the end I did come up with a balanced and well-loved series of short stories. My teacher LOVED them, loved the variation, loved the very different plot lines, and then told me (and I live by this) that writing is just something I “need” to do.

Is my writing any less valuable because it started out as fanfic? Do I have less latent talent or passion because of it? Absolutely not. I write for hours because I love it. I keep myself up til 4 am (0/10 would recommend) writing, because it’s so seamless, and because it’s constantly in my head. Just because I write fan fiction doesn’t mean I’m not a true writer.

In conclusion, I think it’s time the world cooled their jets and got rid of the ridiculous stigma around fan fiction (yes, even and especially gay ships) and view it as simply a genre of writing, no more or less valid or respectable as any other. Be proud of your hard work; from now on, I certainly plan to respond to inquiries, head held high, that my writing is largely under the “fan fiction” genre.

Intervention/Stiles Stilinski Smut

Originally posted by prettiestcaptain

Most of these are taken from my Wattpad account! (Twtrash01)

Send me requests for the following Fandoms: Teenwolf, Vampire Diaries, Dolantwins, OUAT(Peter Pan, Robbie Kay, Supernatural, Suicide Squad, The 100. Basically I’ll write for any fandom. I’ll write non-smut as well. Be specific in what you want! *I DON’T OWN ANY GIFS*

Part 2

Request: Hi!!!! I love your writings so much! Could you write a smut with Stiles? And there’s handcuffs and the reader is super dominant?

This is Trash

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Just Dancing

// In which Justin and Y/N fuck in a club //

*Warning Mature Content*


“Happy birthday to Atifa! Happy birthday to youuu!” We all screamed out and cheered as my best friend took her birthday cake shots. She downed five back to back before blowing out the tiny candle on top of the cake I had made for her. We all cheered yet again once the tiny flickers of light turned into nothing more than a smoking memory. I watched with a smile on my face as Atifa turned away from her desert to give Za, her boyfriend of four years, a kiss.

Za is truely a good boyfriend. A few days ago he flew out Atifa and I to celebrate a week of birthday festivities. Today, being her actual birthday, we were currently pregaming before going to the the small celebration that Za had planned at her favorite club. Everyone who she was close with in LA was here but unfortunately for me, someone so unbearable was here as well especially considering the pregame was at his house. Thinking of the white devil himself, I rolled my eyes at the sound of his obnoxious cackle.

With a scowl on my face, my head whipped around to look at Justin Bieber who was already staring at me from across the room. With a stupid smile on his face, he looked me up and down before grabbing a tequila shot off the coffee table as an act to toast to my body. I watched as he downed the shot and stuck his pink tongue out to lick the salted ring before biting into the lime. With my arms crossed, I glared as he sent a wink my way while licking at his plump bottom lip.

“When are y'all fucking?” Za asked with a laugh. A mischievous smile made a way to his face as he sipped his drink.

“We aren’t,” I scoffed, turning my back to Justin who now talking to Kylie.

“As soon as he found out that Atifa was coming he asked about you,” Za slipped.

“Why is he looking to he put in his place again?”

“And was place did you put me in?” Justin asked directly behind me, making me jump in fright. “Because I know a lot of places… and positions I’d like to have you in,” Justin’s hand snaked around me to pull me back against him. I quickly slapped his hand away and spun to face him. Za excused himself with a laugh as I glared at justin.

“Fuck off,” I sneered, taking a drink off the table to make his presence bearable.

“Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy my touch the last time you were in LA,” Justin teased.

“It was one kiss. Get over it,” my memory flashback to the horrid game of truth or dare. I just wanted Justin to finally let the kiss go and never bring it up not talk to me ever again.

“Not when you look so good,” Justin took the empty shot glass from my hand and set it back down on the table.  

“Bieber, there are literally hundreds of thousands of women in this city who don’t love themselves and would happily give their time with you. Go be with one of them,” I sighed and took as seat on one of the love couches.

“You and I both know that’s not as fun, princess,” he hummed and squeezed into the seat with me, throwing his hand over my shoulder.

“Don’t call me princess,” I tried to move his arm off of me but his hand grabbed mine and held it in place.

“I won’t call you princess if you start calling me daddy,” He smiled at me.

“Justin, your people have already colonized my peoples culture and land, I’ll be damned if you colonize my ass,” I got up but our hands were still linked.

“That sounds like a challenge to me,” he hummed while childishly swinging my arm.

“You are mistaken,” I snatched my hand away and took a seat in another chair.

“I may be wrong about a lot of things but I know for a fact that you want me as bad as I want you. You’re just too stubborn to admit it,” He leaned towards he as though what he was saying was a secret.

“And what lead you to this conclusion?”

“You don’t feel that?”

“Feel what bieber?” I crossed my airs yet again.

“The sexual tension in the air. It can only lead to one thing,” he tutted.

“Blue balls?” I used a high pitched voice.

“That’s funny.”

“Yes it is,” I nodded.

“Instead of making jokes you should go ahead and give up acting like you don’t want me,” Justin gave his unhelpful suggestion.

“I don’t want you,” I leaned into him with a smile on my face.

“Quit lying to yourself,” He placed a hand on my knee, his hazel eyes gleamed with excitement

“Quit trying to get with me,” I countered.

“I’m Justin Bieber, I get what I want, baby girl,” He spoke cockily before getting up and walking away.


“Yeah you’re definitely going to have to sit in someone’s lap,” Atifa said with a smile as we both looked to see every seat of the suv full.

“Sorry, I shouldve picked a car that sits eight people not seven ,” Justin fakely apologized as he smiled in the second row of the Mercedes van.

“Kylie, can you scoot over a bit?” I asked the girl who was in the backrow taking pictures with Hailey and Kendall.

“Sorry there’s no room back here,” Kylie spoke after she tested the small amount of space.

“Yeah you’re definitely going to have to sit in someone’s lap,” Atifa said with a smile as we both looked to see every seat full. Kendall, Hailey, and Kylie were in the back , the driver and Khalil were in the front, and Atifa, Za, and Bieber were in the middle.

“Fine,” I huffed before climbing over Za to sit on Afita who immediately squealed in dislike.

“I don’t need the dye from you skirt to rub off on my dress,” was her reasoning for shoving me off of her and on Justin.

“You’re all over me yet again. Last year is rehashing itself,” Justin cooed.

“Shut up and scoot over,” I groaned, pushing him against the door so at least one of my asscheeks was properly seated compared to the other on that was still pressed against Justin’s thigh.

“How much longer is the drive?” I asked impatiently once we had been on the road for at least ten minutes.

“Another twenty minutes if there isn’t traffic, ma'am,” the driver informed me, making me groan. Afita looked back at me with side eyes at the fact that I made such a noise right in her ear.

“So that’s how you sound in bed?” Justin asked. I didn’t react to his aggravating words. “What’s wrong baby?” He bugged me once he realized I was being unresponsive.

“1. I’m not your baby. 2. I’m really uncomfortable,” I muttered. my thigh were tensed up as I supported myself upward in such an awkward position.

“My lap is free,” He patted his thighs.

“No, thanks,” I declined immediately.

“Why babe? I don’t bite… unless you ask me to,” He kicked his lips. I held out until a few seconds later, we hit a bump in the road that made me give in. “Shut up,” I spoke as I placed myself on him. I grimaced to myself as I felt him shift positions so that his hand was wrapped around my waist.

“Aw, it seems like everyone is happily paired up with someone! Me and Tyga. Kenny and Cara. Atifa and Za. Justin and Y/N-” Kylie started.

“Hell no,” I ended her statement.

“Look at you all on his lap,” Khalil teased once he looked back at us from the front seat.

“I was uncomfortable,” I explained myself.

“I don’t think you were uncomfortable when you were making out with him last time,” Afita piped up.

“It was a dare,” I lightly hit at her arm.

“A dare that we both enjoyed,” Justin added in.

“Shut up. You know I hate you,” I glared back at him.

“In the words of Aubrey Drake: ‘fuck me like you hate me’,” Justin gave me an dumb smile that others would find endearing.

“You’re disgusting,” I leaned as far away from him as I could while still being sat in his lap.

“I’m more than disgusting,” Justin made an ugly slurping noise.

“Aw! Love is in the air!” Za called out.

“Drink bleach,” I deadpanned.

“Aw, babe. Why are you so mean to me?” Justin pouted.

“You’re gross, ignorant, ungrateful, annoying, pompous-”

“I love it when you use college level words with me,” He easily brushed of my insults that were pouring in.

“You know what? I’m sick and tired of you. I’ve been with you for like five, maybe six hours?” I turned on his lap to look at him. A look of discomfort was evident on his face for half a second, but I didn’t care. “This is unbearable know I know why I never come to LA with Atifa because I always have to see your dumb ass,” Getting so heated, I was talking with my hands and whole body while rolling my neck with every syllable.

“Aye chill out,” Justin hand was wrapped around me again, making me madder. I lowered my tone to be courteous to the other people in the car who were engaged in their own conversations but, I sure as hell was not done.

“Chill out? Chill out? The only thing you’ve done is bring up that damn kiss that I was forced to do. Quit bringing it up. It was months ago and a dare,” I continued, looking back at him with annoyance.

“Okay, okay,” Justin quickly surrendered, looking strained in his seat.

“Okay, what? Okay, you’re going to leave me alone? Okay, you’re going to get away from me? Okay, you’re going to stop bringing up the kiss? What does okay mean?” I spat off my questions at him.

“Okay means calm down and stop moving unless you want me to cum my pants,” Justin spoke, unembarrassed while I immediately tensed up at his words. I looked around the car to see that no one heard what Just had said except for me. Testing to if his words were true, I readjusted and definitely felt him pressed between my ass and, he more I moved, the harder he got.
Moving again, trying to find a position less awkward, Justin muttered something under is breath and kept me still on lap. Finding a thrill in him being so restless, this situation would serve as my way of payback of all annoyance he has brought me over the years.

Khalil who had the aux was casually playing his favorite hype songs through out the ride. Everyone cheered when Drake’s iconic Controlla started. “You like it when I get aggressive. Tell you to go slower, go faster like controlla,” I hummed while dancing on Justin’s lap. I looked back Justin with an evil smile on my face as his jaw clenched while looking down watch my ass, knowing there was nothing he could do to stop me.

“I’m starting to hate you as much as me,” Justin groaned and threw his head back against the window out of frustration.

“Fuck me like you hate me,” I mimicked Justin for earlier, out of impulse, before my mind could catch up to my mouth. His head immediately snapped up and eyes met mine. “I mean-” I was about to clean up my slip but the opening of the car door prevented it. I almost fell out of the car and Justin’s lap when the driver started opening up all the doors once we were stopped in front of the club. I stumbled out and went over to Atifa before Justin could say anything about my comment.

We all entered the club as a group and were escorted to private section of VIP. Our little sectioned off part of the club was the most illuminated area of the whole venue. Everything else was dark despite the strobe lights that flashed on the faces of  those dancing. The VIP section sat high above ground level at we peered down, seeing the crowd go
crazy as music pumped through the club.

We sat around the circle booth as drinks were being served to us. Justin, sitting across the table from me, was consistently staring as I danced in my seat and talked back and forth between Khalil and Kendall who were beside me. I kept drinking until I felt all the tension and annoyance that Justin caused in me slip away. Twenty minutes later, I found myself pushing Khalil out of the booth and making my way out unto the center of the dance floor.

I danced. I danced for so long. I dance with anyone who wanted to dance as well. I felt like the center of attention as men and women alike took notice of me and waited for their turn. Each time someone got a bit too handsey or couldn’t keep up with me, I floated to somebody else to dance with. Never getting bored with the feeling of someone’s hot body against mine, I continued to move my hips to the music that shook me.

All too often, I would look up to the VIP to see some of the group cheering me on or engaging in dancing of their own but all in the same, each time Justin was staring down at me with a drink in his hand. Each time I looked up there, his eyes didn’t stray from me once, at least until he couldn’t be seen at all. Shaking my thoughts away from him, Atifa joined me soon enough, with Za at her side. Za and I sandwiched her as he danced behind her and I twerked against her thin. She playfully slapped at my ass as I popped back on her. I kept dancing with them until Atifa turned to kissed Za. I smiled at them hazily before closing eyes and letting the music move me.

It was when I was dancing to Young Thug that, I felt strong hands take hold of my hips. I hummed in appreciation at the fact that this person obviously knew what he wanted and it was me. I rolled my hips against his as my fingers ran through short hair and locked behind the back of his head. The man behind me groaned in my ear before pressed a kiss to my exposed neck. I crooked my head so that his lips would instead catch my lips. At the feeling of them against me, I opened my eyes in surprise as a blue stroke light flashed over Justin’s face.

“That wasn’t a dare,” He spoke in my ear as his hands dragged up and down my thighs, pulling my dress up with it. Doing the only thing I could think to do, I pressed my lips against his again. He moaned against my lips as I licked into his mouth and bit at his bottom lip. My lips trailed down his neck and bit into him. In retaliation to the pleasurable pain I was giving him, he grasped at my ass roughly. I laughed before turning back around to dance again.

I smiled as I pulled at Justin’s hands, giving him permission to touch. Tanking the hint, he moved up and down my legs before settling on my hips. All while I was staring at the beautiful man in front me. The luring smile I gave the man more more than enough invitation dance in front of me. One of my hands moved to the should of the other guy as Justin’s grip on me got even tighter. Hearing the opener to one of my favorite dance songs, I couldn’t help the happy giggle that escaped my lips as Red Nose started playing.

“Don’t hold back,” Justin spoke, voice raspy. Taking his words to heart, I dipped down low and grasps the hips of the man in front of me for support. An aching want bubbled in me as I felt Justin’s hard on for the second time this night against me. Justin’s finger tips dug into my hipbone as to pull me closer against where he wanted me most. I threw my ass back and Justin definitely knew how to catch it.

Justin followed my movements easily as I shook my ass like a red nose pit bull would shake its’ toy. His body was so in tune with mine, it made me wonder how good he’d be in bed. If this dance was the indicator then his stroke game would be flawless. Tired of me leading the motions, he took control of situation and grinded against me as though he was prepared to take me home and fuck me open.

Our hips moved filthily to the beat as Justin’s hands wandered and found his blunt fingernails scratching themselves against my inner thigh. I shuddered from the sensitivity as Justin’s eager moved were more than responsive to my twerking. The man in front of me who I was still hanging onto, was recklessly begging for more of my attention as he started thrusting his hips close to my mouth.

Upon seeing that, Justin snatched my hands off of the guy and pulled me up again. I looked back to see Justin glaring at the man as his hand ran in between my thighs yet again. As another act of dominance, he continued to roll my hips back with one hand and grasped my breast with the other as his teeth bit deeply into my neck all while staring at the man who wanted me as well.

I gasped as he kept licking and sucking while his raging hard on pulsed against my ass. I couldn’t take it anymore. Justin left open mouth kisses that swirled from my neck, all the way up to my upper jaw. My legs went weak at the hazily arousal that imbedded us. I turned back to face Justin and engaged him in a sloppy kiss. We were in our own world as we licked into each other’s mouths and I ground myself against his thigh, building up an even bigger need for an ultimate release.

“Please,” I mumbled against his lips as I started to push him back. I wanted- I needed to be brought somewhere else. Justin moved back easily with my pushes. We got farther and farther from the center of the dance floor. Finally, we made it to one of the walls of the building where very little light was visible. Noticing the convenience of our new placement, Justin spun me around and pinned me against the wall. I whimpered his name as he threw my leg around his waist and used that leverage to ground his hips against me again.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he groaned in my ear before licking at my cleavage. I shuddered and held him down, wishing he could be sucking on my taunt nipples. Justin grunted against my breasts before finally putting is hand inbetween my legs again. I gasped and opened my eyes quickly to see if anyone was noticing our actions.  Feeling high on the fact that we could be caught, made more of my arousal pool into my panties.
Taking a look around, everyone was focused on either their own partners or dancing in itself.

Justin put two fingers in front of my face, which I quickly sucked on. Waiting for my nod of approval, pushed my panties to the side. I shuddered as I felt his fingers lather in my arousal for a second before pushing them into me. My one leg that held me up, started to shake as all the sexual tension that built up between Justin and I over the years was finally resolving to something. Justin was quick with his fingers as he rapidly screwed them upwards. It didn’t take long for him to find my g spot considering, I shook violently every time he hit it.  

“Open your eyes,” He instructed with a harsh tone. I followed his command and met his eyes. Even in the dark lighting, I could see how much he wanted me. His eye contact never left mine as his fingers drilled into my center. I whimpered and subconsciously leaned my head back against the wall. In response, Justin quickly took hold of my jaw and manually put my eyes back on him. That demanding touch alone, almost brought me to my climax. I bit down on my bottom lips as I rocked my body down onto his fingers that were bringing me so much pleasure.

“I want you to cum right here in front of everybody,” Justin’s voice racked. His thumb roughly started rubbing at my swollen clit while his fingers still moved in and out of me. His eyes looked down to see my body spasming against his finger as his thumb swiped from side to side against me. My orgasm was at the brink and I frantically looked around at room to make sure no one was watching as I let go for Justin. My orgasm took me as I bit down on Justin’s neck preventing, my loud moans from meeting the air. A squirt if my arousal slipped from me and soaked Justin’s hand, my dress, and the floor alike as my orgasm shook me.

“I didn’t know you are squirter. You just keep getting so much fucking hotter than you already were,” Justin complimented as he pulled his fingers out and a smaller stream fell from between my legs.

“Fuck me, God I just need you to fuck me right here,” I whimpered as I unlocked my leg from around Justin’s waist and I started working to get his dick out.

“Right here?” he asked, his eyes wide at my desperation. I nodded quickly and made him shudder once I pulled his underwear covered bulge from out of his pants.

“Please, Justin,” I begged while grasping my hand around his throbbing dick, making him moan out.

“This is so hot,” he muttered as he quickly pulled a condom from his back pocket. Just as he teared it open and was about to put it on, some random guy leaned on the wall beside us and was way to close for our liking.

“Restroom, restroom, restroom,” I called in his ear while trying my best to help him get back into his pants. Not bothering to buckling it all the way, he covered his crotch with one and hand and dragged me along with his other hand as we trailed the perimeter until we found a bathroom. Without hesitation, he pulled me into the men’s bathroom and quickly directed me into a stall, all while I heard cheers from the men who saw me walk in.

He quickly closed and locked the stall door before pulling down his pants and briefs. I moaned at the sight of his veiny cock that slapped his stomach at its release from confines. He was so much bigger than I thought he would be. I thought his ego was so big because his penis was so small but, he proved me wrong. My mouth watered so bad, I began to lean down just to get a taste of it. “Other time, I just need to get in you,” He pulled me back up the rolled the condom on himself.

I nodded before turning around to bend over and pull my drenched panties off. Not even waiting for them to be half way down my thighs, Justin gave no warning as he slammed his whole self into me. I screamed at the sudden fullness I felt as Justin began to rock in into me. He used short, little thrusts until I grew accustomed to the feeling of his thick cock splitting me open. My hands braced myself against the two conjoined walls of the stall as Justin’s thrusts became heavier and harder. I couldn’t help the little pants of air that escaped me every time he pounded into me.

Justin’s large hands found his way to my ass and pulled my cheeks apart. He held onto them as a way to still me. Eventually, he used his grip to pull me back on his cock at the same time that he pushed into me. The sounds of sex were the only things I could take note of in this backroom. The sound of my wetness, our moans, and the pounding had me at a loss of words as I took everything Justin gave to me.

I hummed in surprise when Justin hooked my leg over his arm and positioned me so that my foot was supported on the little toilet paper stand attached to the wall. I moaned louder as the angle worked for the both of us, even better than before. Justin loving the sound of my pleasure on my lips, used my moans as encouragement to hammer himself into me. With every other second he thrusted in and out of me and hit perfectly against my walls.

“Justin, Justin, Justin,” I whimpered at his name while his sharp teeth bit down on my shoulder. His hand moved down to my pelvis so that, I could continue to pushed back against him at his whim.

“God I’m gonna- are you close? You about to cum?” Justin’s asked, voice strained from our actions. I quickly nodded and bounced my ass back against him while he sped up even faster. I couldn’t help clenched around Justin’s dick that pulsed inside of me continuously. The toilet paper rack, no longer able to support my weight throughout our erratic movements, unattached from the wall and fell to the ground with a loud shatter. I could only focus on it for half a second before I was cumming again.

My cum shot out of me in multiple squirts as my legs shook. I tried my best to support myself with my grip on the wall while all my arousal left my body. My earth shattering orgasm was prolonged by Justin pushing himself back into me and releasing himself while twisting and pinching at my covered nipples. Justin pulled out allowing one last stream of my juices trail out of me and down my inner thighs. Justin apparently couldn’t help but lean down and lick up the cum that was dripping down body.

“So um-” I spoke first after regaining my breathe while justin cleaned me up.

“I always knew you wanted me,” he kissed at my thigh once more before pulling my dress back over me ass. I cringed at the wetness that was pressed against my bottom due to my squirting.

“Anyways,” I tried to change the subject while best trying to dry myself up.

“Kiss me,” He pulled my shaky body against his firm one.

“Don’t touch me,” I reverted back into my old sober and hostile ways.

“Let me take you out sometime,” He offered while buckling his pants. and fixing his disheveled appearance.


“I’ll give you my shirt if you agree to go out with me,” He started to pull off his flannel.

“Why would I want your shirt?” I scoffed.

“Because your cum is all over your ass,” He laughed.

“Fine,” I snatched the shirt from his hand and tied it around my waist. After I checked that the coast was clear, I left the stall to fix myself back up in the mirror.

“Tomorrow. 7:30. I’ll pick you up at your hotel. Dress nice,” He hummed from behind me.

“Fine, but no one is going to know about the date or the fact that we just fucked,” I made my terms.

“Fine but, I’m pretty sure our friends will be able to tell considering you can’t walk straight,” Justin laughed as I walked towards the exit.

“Don’t come back to the table for at least 5 minutes,” I instructed so that we wouldn’t rejoin our friends at the exact same time and draw suspicion. Justin rolled his eyes but nodded all in the same. I readjusted my outfit.

“Hey, where have you been?” Kendall asked happily once I appeared back at the booth. Kylie and Khalil were nowhere to be seen but the rest of the group was there. Kendall who never drank much was as close to sober as anyone else was, making it harder to be nonchalant.

“Oh, just dancing,” I shrugged.

“Have you seen Justin?” Hailey leaned her head off the table with a hopeful smile.

“No, thank god. I haven’t seen him all night,” I took a seat the booth.

“But you’re wearing his shirt,” Kendall pointed out.

“Because I did see him once and I was cold so he gave it to me,” I lied.

“Then why is it around your waist?” Kendall raised her eyebrow at me.

“Because once I warmed up, I got hot again,” I took a sip at who’s ever drink was in front of me.

“Hm,” Kendall didn’t seem all too convinced. Soon enough, Justin joined us at the table a table

“Justin! Where have you been all my life life life life?” Hailey drunkenly sang Rihanna’s song.

“Yeah, where have you been,” Kendall piped up before looking at me then back at Justin again.

“Just dancing,” He shrugged and sat down next to Za.

“Aye, You spilled something on your pants,” Za noted a splattered wet stain on Justin’s jeans. My face heated up, immediately know what the stain was.

“No, I  didn’t. Y/N did though,” Justin laughed knowing that no one else would get it.

“She said she hasn’t seen you all night,” Kendall brought up.  

“Well, I’ve seen a lot of her,” He licked his lips and I kicked him from under the table. Everyone looked between Justin and I for a moment in silence.

“You owe me $200! I knew they were going to fuck tonight!” Za exclaimed at Kendall who pulled out her wallet and tossed two hundred dollar bills at him.

“Headass, you never can keep your mouth shut,” I kicked Justin again who erupted into laughter.

“Well I know how to keep your mouth shut and also how to have you moaning my name too,” He cleverly used word play.

“Za, get your friend before I kill him,” I huffed.

“Choke me out with your thighs after our date tomorrow night,” He exposed our plans making the table go into hysteria. Justin smiled at the chaos he caused in our friends. I could do nothing but roll my eyes; I really hate Justin Bieber.

hottest tumblr trends!
  • Guilt tripping! :)
  • passive aggressive vagueing about friends in front of hundreds/thousands of ppl instead of being direct and resolving your issues in private!
  • complete disgregard of boundaries uwu bonus points if you are being sexual without a green light!

  • normalizing the act of screaming every miniscule intimate detail of your life into the abyss, making you vulnerable to strangers who don’t mean well at all

  • by encouraging narcissistic exhibitionist bullshit under the guise of self love and openness, letting actual narcissistic exhibitionist freaks thrive 

  •  “if you ever made a mistake you are scum and it’s activism of me to try to ruin your life”

  • some people???? are flippant about suicide and trigger others’ mental issues daily???? to cope????????

pls dont feel the need to add more stuff this post is ok the way it is lol

the thing about being a young woman is that they will take everything from you. and i mean everything. and they will make it about them. your makeup, your clothes, how much you eat. your attitude, your hairstyle, your gym routine. they will take your driving and your train stations and your video games. your sexuality as sexy, your gender identity as a fetish, your cooking. your tv shows and your high heels and every harmless thing. 

if they cannot eat it, if it does not satisfy them, it will be an immediate shame. they cannot control how much you put food into your body, so it is seen as disgusting. your love of starbucks is your vapid need, your comfortable boots are symbols of your inherent stupidity. your fake nails, your body’s natural cycles, the hair on you. bath bombs, pink, the low singing of women talking about depression. your crazy, your hyper, your laughter, your loud, your excited, your passions. the things which are yours, that do not belong to them, that cannot be taken and devoured like flower petals, cannot be sucked dry until the wilt forms in you. 

do not satisfy them. let them starve. let them shy from the sin of you, the unfettered sinfulness of loving taking up space.

anonymous asked:

why do you talk about namjoon so much if yoongi is your ultimate bias?? my friend is the same; she loves taehyung to death but all i ever see is hobi on her blog

I reblogged another ask about it 

why not be vocal for the one who needs more representation? there are hundreds of thousands of people who bias yoongi who will be there to talk about him, shower him with love, defend him, give him post-its, make art, fics, etc. and that makes me amazingly happy. 

so if I can be just one more voice for namjoon, I will be. if there was only one post-it question, I will give him the post-it, if I could only meet one, I will wait in line to see him, if I could only get one signature, I will get my cd signed by him, if I could only speak to one, I will tell him how special he is to me. 

anonymous asked:

idk if the op of that post is straight or not, and i get they probably had good intentions but like. i'm so tired of seeing people say shit like "it proves platonic relationships can be stronger than romantic ones" or most commonly "why can't you enjoy their relationship without making it romantic." in the majority of tv shows, movies, and anime i've watched, in most of the manga and books i've read, in most of the games i've played, friendship and platonic relationships tend to be the (1/2)

the strongest relationships in the whole story. b/c writing for het relationships is so lackluster and boring, due to heteronormativity, guy + girl = ~tru luv~ even when it’s the weakest relationship present. even when it’s the worst relationship. we know that friendship/platonic relationships can be the strongest bonds out there, even stronger than romantic bonds. we know that. we don’t need this repeated to by us when we’re constantly told this, and then told by others (2/?)

(not talking about the op of that post here, but other fandoms in general) that we’re devaluing m/m friendships bc we ship two guys together. and i guarantee that half the notes on that, be it in the tags or reblogs, are people going “omg yeah, guys can be friends without being romantically involved!” or something similar. this turned out longer than i intended, and i’m sorry about that. it’s just so damn annoying to go into the ship tags and see someone talk about friendship. (¾)

like. we already know. we know very well that non-romantic bonds can be stronger than romantic ones. we know. we don’t need people telling us this, and coming into our tags on occasion to let us know. go tell it to the hundreds of thousands of homophobic straight people who refuse to understand it and only agree with it bc it means they don’t have to worry about two guys actually being in love with each other. ugh. (4/4)

I 100% agree with you. Strong platonic relationships in media have been around for years, it’s not like this is a new thing for us to celebrate and fawn over.

Het pairings can share a damn pencil and have it considered true love but oh no when it’s a same sex pairing you can literally be fucking soulmates and still have people calling it platonic :/

And more importantly, have you noticed how ‘the importance of platonic relationships’ is somehow only ever relevant when it’s about a mlm/wlw pairing?? For some odd reason het pairings never get shit like this! How odd right???? I sure wonder why that is. 

Prompt 7 - Touch

Something that the lovely @somethins-gotta-give and I came up with last night!

Prompt Request - When soulmates touch they can see each other’s past. Like maybe he finds her and refuses to touch her cause he doesn’t wanna scare her or doesn’t think he deserves her. 


The first thing that you notice about Jason Todd is that he is always wearing gloves. Whether they are thick motorcycle gloves or thin flesh colored ones, he always has something covering his hands. Most people never cover their hands. Most of the time people go out of their way to touch hands with everyone that they meet because the only way to find our soulmate is to touch their hands. So when you shook Jason’s hand and you felt the glove you were taken aback.

“Hello, I’m Y/N” you hold your hand out to shake, and when you make contact the only thing you can think to say is, “You’re wearing gloves”

Jason chuckled “Very observant of you. I’m Jason”

“Do you ever take your gloves off?”

“Only when I shower, sweetheart” he winked and pulled his hand away, “It was really nice to meet you but I have to go”

You jutted your bottom lip out in a pout, “Do you really? Or are you just uncomfortable with my questions?”

“I really do have to go, I have to talk to Bruce before he goes out to lunch, but here …” Jason quickly scribbles down his number and hands it to you, “Give me a call sometime, you seem like a really interesting person”

You smile and nod, quickly buzzing Mr. Wayne so he knows that Jason is on his way and not to leave yet. When you get off the phone you look down at the number Jason had given you. You felt strangely drawn to a man who was practically a stranger, one who wouldn’t let anyone touch his hands. You decided right then that it would become your mission to touch Jason’s hand. You had a slight feeling that if you did you would find out that he was your soulmate. You smile and begin figuring out a plan of action. Operation Touch was ready to commence.


It had taken several months of friendship for you to even get an invitation to hang out at Jason’s apartment. In that time you had limited any form of contact with him to a minimum, and whenever you did touch him it would be on his hand.

“Y/N do you want pizza of Chinese?”

“Pizza” you yell back. Hopefully he will take off his gloves to eat the pizza, giving you an opportunity to touch one of his hands.

Jason walked back into the room, “Alright, it should be here in about 30 minutes”

“Will you ever let me touch your hand?” you ask

“No” that one word was sharp, it brokered no argument, but of course you didn’t listen.

“Why not?” you demanded. You stood up, standing toe to toe with Jason, refusing to back down.

“No one deserves to live through my past” His answer was vague, and unsatisfying.

“How do you know? How do you know that my past isn’t worse than yours?!”

Jason’s laugh was loud and mocking, “What did daddy hit you? Did you not have very many friends in middle school? Did someone mess up your Starbucks order?” he sneered

You jolted backwards in shock, his words like a slap to the face. “You don’t know anything about my past!” you screech. “If that’s how you feel then I should just leave!”

You storm out of his apartment and trudge home in the rain. Jason doesn’t know anything about your past, he thinks is life was the worst thing ever, he thinks he knows everything, but he doesn’t. You fling open your closet and grab the box from the bottom. You didn’t think that you would ever put the suit on again, but you needed to hurt someone, you needed to be who you were trained to be.


Once all of your gear was on you look in the full length mirror. Y/N was completely gone and in her place was The Shadow. That was what the League of Assassins called you. You were never seen, you were never heard, and your targets would never even know you were there. You had been Talia’s right hand, you had helped train Damian when he was younger. You had talked to the child many times since you were banished from the League and he knew not to reveal your identity.

“He thinks dying was bad” You chuckle, “He has no idea”

You glanced over at the cloths that you wear when you are the adorable secretary for Mr. Wayne, someone had once referred to you as a ‘cute little kitten’. Those cloths were so much different than the all black you were wearing now, a scarf covering your entire face, the only thing that was visible was your eyes. You were quick to exit through your window and leap from rooftop to rooftop heading towards Crime Alley.

“Fucking vigilantes, popping up left and right!”

Jason. You hadn’t really expected to run into him tonight, you had actually gone out to get away from any thoughts about the Red Hood. You turn around and face him, “I don’t want any trouble, I just need to let off some steam”

“See the problem with that is that you could get hurt, and if I let a civilian get hurt the Bat will be on my ass.”

You sigh, “Just leave me alone Hood, I am in no mood for your nonsense”

Jason opened his mouth to retort, but suddenly a scream echoed up from the alley. You wave and flip backwards off the side of the building, catching the fire escape ladder and using it to slide down. In the alley are four muggers and a young girl backed into a corner.

“Boys, I suggest you leave now while your balls are still attached to your body.”

The four men snarled and turned on you. You jerk your head slightly, telling the girl without words to run. Then the first man lunged. The fight was short and sweet, painful for the muggers but not one of them managed to even land a blow on you.

“I suppose you aren’t an amateur” Jason admitted, landing on the ground beside you

“What tipped you off? The fact that I am wearing League cloths or that none of them touched me?” You put your hands on your hips and gave Jason an incredulous look.

Suddenly you hear a crackle in your ears, “Shadow, nice to see you out on the street again”

You grin, “Hello, Robin, Batman”

“Wait you two know her …”

“Of course I know her, Todd” Damian snapped

“No names in the field, Robin” Batman reprimanded

“I already know who everyone is … Mr. Wayne”

Bruce sighed, and Jason looked at you with wide eyes.

“Take off the scarf” he demanded.

You only raised one eyebrow at him, “Take off your gloves”

His eyes widened, “Y/N? Are you fucking kidding me?!”

You quietly unwind the scarf an let it hang around your neck, “Surprise. I told you that you weren’t the only ones with secrets Jay, but you didn’t even want to try. Am I that repulsive where you weren’t willing to risk the chance of me being your soulmate?”

Jason’s shoulders slumped and he pulled off his helmet, “Its not that, not that at all! I was scared” he admitted, “I was scared that you wouldn’t be able to accept me! I mean I’m the fucking Red Hood! I have dies and come back! I have had the Pit Madness! Why would I ever want someone to see that!!” Jason was shouting by the end of his rant.

You sigh quietly, “I was raised by the League, I had to murder my mother and father just to keep my little sister alive, I have been beaten, stabbed, shot, and almost killed. You think you are the only one who was brought back by the Pit? I was too, several times. I have killed hundreds, possibly a thousand people on Talia’s orders. I have done countless horrible things, but I was willing to risk everything for you!”

You quickly wrap your face back up in your mask and turn to leave, right as you get to the mouth of the alley you turn back, looking Jason right in the eye, “Who do you think took care of you before Talia put you in the pit, when you were nothing but a shell! I was the one who brought Damian to you when you couldn’t even say your own name, Jason! I loved you when were a husk, and when you were whole again I realized that I had the chance to fall in love with you again”

Jason looks taken aback, “Why didn’t you touch me then!?!” he shouted

“It was against Talia’s orders then, by the time I was banished you had already left and started wearing the gloves”

You stormed away, deciding that you would rather go home than stay out patrolling the city. But by the time you get home you already know that someone else is in your apartment. You unsheathe your knife and get ready for an attack. The light flicks on after a second and Jason is revealed standing in the middle of the room.

“Give me another chance” he demands, slipping off his gloves and reaching for your hand. When he comes in contact with it he looks surprised to find that you are now the one who has gloves on, blocking any contact.

“Why should I Jason? If you hadn’t found out the things I told you tonight, would you let me touch you? Would you accept me as your soulmate if I was just the cute little secretary who worked for Bruce?”

“Of course I wouldn’t! I would never have hurt you like that! If you were normal my memories would have scared you for life! But you aren’t normal! You understand my life, you understand my memories, what I have been through because you have been through that too!”

Hesitantly you bring your hands together and start to pull off the gloves, “You really want to see if we are soulmates? What if we aren’t?”

“If we aren’t then we remain friends, we continue as we were”

You nod quietly and reach out a tentative hand toward Jason. Your fingers make contact and it feels like everything is imploding. Both of your knees buckling but your hands remain clasped. Memories poured into you, Jason’s mind giving you everything, and yours doing the same. You feel his anger, his betrayal, and eventually the forgiveness of his family. You see yourself through his eyes, and he sees himself through yours. By the time everything has faded into the background and you are once again in your own mind you understand how everything that Jason went through would have probably hurt a normal person.

“Are you alright?” he whispered

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine”

Suddenly you are yanked forward and your lips crashed into Jason’s. His hands running over your neck, desperate to get in contact with more skin. You pull away and both of you change, him into pajama pants and you into nothing but one of his t-shirts. Jason can’t keep his hands off of you. It isn’t sexual, not yet, just the need to feel someone else, to feel their skin under yours. You understood his need, you could see from his memories that he had rarely been touched since his death.

“You know something?” you whisper

“What, sweetheart?”

“You looked really hot in those short pants”

Jason groaned and covered his face with his hands. “I knew I didn’t want you to see my memories for a reason”

You laugh when he pulls you up onto his chest, so you are pressed together from head to foot. Jason was touch-starved, and you were fully prepared to give him all of the touch that he needed, not that he had allowed you in.

Write Timing

Originally posted by parkchny

Member: Exo Chanyeol

Type: Fluff/Smut

You rubbed your temples as you stared at your laptop, wondering why you even bothered anymore. You could just stop writing and disappoint all of the readers who so desperately wanted to know what happened to their beloved characters. You could just drop it all and move to Canada under a new name or something crazy like that and not have to deal with the stress. 

But no, here you were lying down on the floor next to your coffee table, rubbing your temples and making a mental note to vaccum your living area. Your laptop sat on your coffee table with the screensaver bubbles bumping across the screen. 

Writer’s block made you want to scream sometimes. How could you not have a single idea? You stared up at your ceiling breathing deeply, thinking thinking thinking of something that could help you keep your plot moving. 

“Hey I just made sandwiches, want one?” 

You opened your eyes to see Chanyeol’s large ones staring back at you. He was upside down, his head directly above yours as you stayed lying on the carpet. 

“I’m busy,” you answered, shutting your eyes again and continuing to rub your temples. His large hands joined yours as he applied pressure to your forehead, soon entwining his fingers with yours. “See how busy I am? This isn’t a good time.” 

“Mm yeah I can see that. How’s the writing?” he asked and you groaned, sitting up and pulling yourself into his lap. His arms wrapped around you as you rested your head on his firm chest. “Do you wanna take a break and go somewhere?” 

You breathed in his scent and snuggled against him before replying, “I don’t know…I mean I do need to finish this but I just can’t think of anything.” 

He looked down at you thoughtfully, pushing a hand through his hair. “You could kill off one of your-” 

You groaned and looked up at him, lightly punching his chest. “We talked about this, if I kill off one of them I’d have to change the whole first section and then what about-” 

He pressed a kiss to your lips, effectively shushing you. He pulled back and pouted. “See how stressed you are? Come on, take a break Y/N, then you can start with a fresh mind.” He nodded enthusiastically, his pout changing into a smile. “Please?” 

“Chanyeol I-” you sighed. You knew you needed a break but the second you got up and did something different you wouldn’t want to sit down again. Writing was your passion, your first love, and you’d do it every day of your life (which is basically what you were doing) but the pressure of being a well-known author meant no longer writing for yourself, but for hundreds of thousands of people who only expected more from you. You groaned again with the thought and fell back into his chest. 

Minutes passed as no words were exchanged between you two. You felt his hand softly stroke your hair until his deep voice said, “Hey, can we try something?” 

You looked up and saw he was staring at his phone in his free hand. He turned it around so you could see the screen and you read 3 Ways to Beat Writer’s Block at the top. You raised an eyebrow at him and he grinned, turning his phone back around to scroll through the article. 

“Chanyeol you realize this isn’t going to really work,” you said skeptically as your boyfriend scrolled through the article. 

“Well have you tried it? No? Then who says it won’t work?” he asked pointedly, then continued. “Okay, number one: eat something delicious. Hey, I just made sandwiches! Let’s eat Y/N.” 

“Are you sure that’s what it-” But he had already pulled you up and started dragging you to the kitchen, where a plate of sandwiches sat on the counter. The second your eyes landed on them your stomach grumbled, and Chanyeol laughed. You stuck your tongue out at him childishly and he copied you as he grabbed a sandwich, leaning against the counter. He held it out for you and you took a bite, enjoying the feeling of actually having food in your stomach. Sometimes you forgot to eat when writing, so this was nice. 

After your stomachs were filled, Chanyeol blocked you from heading back to your laptop once again, wrapping his arms around your waist and keeping you within arms reach. 

“Nope nope nope nope,” he said continuously, his fingers digging into your sides and tickling you. “We have more items on our list,” he said, pulling his phone out of his pocket with one hand while still lightly jabbing at your sides with the other. “Next: take a shower. Don’t even think about arguing with this one because I know you haven’t showered for like two days.”

You managed to grab his free hand to make him stop tickling you, and you rolled your eyes. “I didn’t shower for one day okay just-”

“Nope, let’s go,” he began pulling you towards the bathroom and you rolled you eyes again. “If you’re going to complain this much I’ll have to shower with you.”

“Really, Chanyeol?” you groaned as he dragged you into the bathroom and leaned against the doorframe.

“So what will it be? Get clean or get dirty?” he asked suggestively, raising his eyebrows, making you sputter in disbelief at his choice of words. He grinned at you, happy that he made you laugh. 

“Fine,” you said, grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling him close. “We’ll do it your way.” You pressed a kiss to his lips and he chuckled against you, one of his hands going to your chin to tilt your head up more. Your soft kisses heated quickly, and the heat between you legs made you realize that you two hadn’t done anything for a while. You’d been too busy sitting front of your laptop, ignoring your adorable boyfriend. You pulled back to look at him and he pouted slightly, and leaned in to kiss you again.

You felt a pang of guilt for not giving him enough attention, and feeling the need to repay him, you grabbed the hem of your shirt and slowly pulled it off your body. He stared at you, his hands moving to turn on the shower and begin removing his clothes as well. 

You stepped in first, feeling the warm water run down your back as Chanyeol joined you, his chest pressing into your back. You could already feel his half-erect member poking you and you turned around to kiss him again. His eyelashes had small water dropletts on them and his eyes were dark as he leaned down to capture your lips, sliding his tongue in your mouth. You moaned and grabbed his length, stroking him and feeling him get harder in your hands. He groaned at your touch and pulled away from the kiss, burying his head in your neck and planting wet kisses at your shoulder.

Your hand slowly began jerking him and his hips began thrusting lightly. You pressed your thumb at his tip and his hands tighened at your waist, pressing you against the wall.

“Y/N what do you think you’re doing?” he said huskily, his teeth gently sinking into the skin at your collarbone, 

You gasped as he continued to bite and nibble at your skin, and your hand moved faster. You felt him chuckle lightly at your compliance to go faster and your hand immediately slowed. He whined and moved to look at you with wide eyes, looming over you.

“Please,” he continued, then gasping as your hand shifted to a much faster pace. “Oh god,” he groaned, his eyes shutting tight. He grabbed your wrist and you stopped pumping him as his hands moved to your waist.”Turn around,” he said softly and you felt your insides clench at the thought.

His hands were at your hips as you put your hands on the cold shower wall, feeling his tip graze your entrance. He slowly pushed in, filling you and making you whimper. He thrusted slowly, making you feel every second and you wondered how he had this much control.

“Chanyeol, faster,” you moaned, but his pace stayed slow and you bit your lip. You opted to try something else. You moaned again, louder this time and said, “Please fuck me, I need you.”

You felt him pause as his breathing hitched slightly. You’d never been one for dirty talk, and you weren’t very good at it but whenever you tried it, your boyfriend would go nuts. He began thrusting into you faster and you felt your walls clench at your peak.

“Oh god you got tight,” he groaned, slamming into you two more times before he came inside you. You felt a kiss on your shoulder as he pulled out of you.

You stood there against him for a minute, feeling the hot water run down your skin. 

“Hey, what was the third way to beat writer’s block on the list?” you asked finally, breaking the calm silence. 

“Sex.” he replied nonchalantly, crinkling his nose at your frown. “So,” he continued, grabbing the soap off the rack. “Got any ideas yet?”

You laughed and wrapped your arms around his neck, lifting up on your toes to kiss him sweetly. “I may have one or two.” 

Shit. The thing with DeanCas.

Is that it makes you want to explain love a billion different ways.

They make you want to talk about love in the form of simple kisses underneath foliage of trees but also in sprawling metaphors of the universe’s energy and celestial bodies.

They make you want to define love through the the written word, the spoken word, the sung word, the drawn word. And you write a hundred thousand sentences, and you sing their ‘i need you’s, and you immortalize their faces on paper, and you speak in the tongue of the greatest love story that has ever been told.

They make you want to find love in a monstrous world; or in classroom halls, or in warm coffee shops, or in a little house with a garden, or by the ocean or maybe sea.

And the greatest thing, really, is this:

They make you want love to happen. Not even to yourself. But to somebody else. 

I don’t know about you.

But fuck.

This is my very first commission and it was commissioned by a wonderful anon. They had asked for trans!Tony and Winteriron in a happy established relationship. I hope you enjoy it and I hope I did good! :)

“I’m almost at my goal!”

Bucky was slightly startled by the sound of the front door being slammed shut which was followed by the cheer of excitement. He immediately recognized it as Tony’s voice and was lost for a few seconds because he couldn’t remember what goal was. But then it dawned on him and a huge grin almost split his face in half as he hurried to meet Tony who was beaming.

“Yeah?” Bucky asked, finding it almost so hard to believe that the day that they’ve been waiting for was so close. “How many more weeks do you think it would take to balance it out?”

“I’m hoping for three but it could be sooner.” Tony replied, practically shaking with happiness. “I managed to get an extra shift at the café because Peggy is always so gracious.” It looked like he was trying to supress a loud scream and Bucky couldn’t help but laugh as he held Tony by the shoulders.

“Scream it out.”

Tony looked at him for a second before that grin grew brighter and he screamed, “I’ll be able to get my bottom surgery soon!”

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OROCHI FAN-KID IDEA ( that im just writing down so i won’t forget )

  • name: reiji
  • class: diviner
  • extremely talented with games that involve gold/gambling
  • able to take hundreds of THOUSANDS of gold from rich old men and women in casinos in a single night - and gives away the gold to people who need it
  • loves tricking assholes; would often sell fake jade/diamonds/jewelry.
  • likes to call everyone ‘doll-face’, ‘baby-doll’ or ‘lover.’
  • “ain’t mean no thing, sweetie - you just don’t got the luck of the cards, is all.”
  • can charm the pants off of any person
  • tl;dr - a real piece of teasing shit but a good person under all that bs

Dear me,

You can do this, your not studying for that 90%, you are not studying for your family, your teachers, your friends, you are not even studying for you. You are studying so those families, those families that you want to make happy, those families you want to help make feel like there is good in the world, your studying for those kids who will wake up and might be scared, sick, and anxious, you are studying to make them better in every way that you can. You are studying to wake up one morning put on your uniform ride that bus to work and start your day with a smile on your face knowing that you made it and that you are making a difference. You are studying so the kids who you make smile, the families you help heal, the parents you make happy, and the patients you care for, those people know they are in good hands, they are healthy and happy because of you, they are better because of you, you have the knowledge, the power the understanding to actually help them and DO something. And when someone asks you 10 years down the line, 20 years down the line what do you do? You can smile and proudly say I AM A NURSE AND I MAKE A DIFFERENCE.

So next time you are in bed with tears in your eyes worried that you don’t understand why you are struggling so hard, next time you feel yourself about to give up, next time you get a 60% on the test you studied so hard for and you feel like it might not be worth it after all. REMEMBER THAT.

Remember that sure you might save 1 life during your life with your CPR and FIRST AID training etc. But as a nurse you could an will save hundreds or thousands a year. Remember that sure you may have it harder then others and yes you may really really struggle but at the end of the day it’s worth it, because even though you don’t reap the benefits just yet and even though you are stuck in your room studying while your friends are having fun, meeting new people, and experiencing new things You will be doing what you love and proving everyone in your life who ever said you “Can’t” wrong.

I’m smiling in the future because you will lead me there,

Thank you.

tbh though can I just talk for a second about how much I love that even though karkat has about a thousand things about himself he dislikes and is embarrassed about, his taste in movies and media isn’t one of them?? like damn the boy likes romance and he one hundred percent doesn’t give a fuck what people think about it. I love that he actually got dave to watch a bunch of fucking romcoms like the sheer inertia there, I love that dave just gave up and sat his ass down and watched those movies with him because it doesn’t matter who tries to drag him for it, karkat stone cold does not give a fuck what anyone thinks about him enjoying love stories.

and you know, I like imagining dave just thinking about that, turning that over in his head, he’s dealing with trying to figure out who he is now without bro enforcing all these twisted ideas about masculinity and coolkid conduct on him, right? And his best friend is sitting next to him on a couch with his cheeks all flushed leaning forward slightly while some movie couple declares their undying love for each other, and when dave opens his mouth to give him shit for this all karkat does is emphatically tell him to shut the fuck up without ever taking his eyes off the screen. 

Should I play the Ouija board in a  graveyard?

I’ve had a sudden number of asks from people wondering this. Not sure what’s going on but okay, you guys are adventurous and I like that.

When you play the Ouija board, you are contacting whatever spirit is around you. It could be a spirit that knows you very well and is around you often, looking out for your best interests (aka your spirit guide) or it could be some random soul passing by. You never know. They could be a great new friend or they could be a Zozo impersonator. You’re taking that risk (but really, the chances of you contacting someone truly dangerous is very, very slim).

If you are in a graveyard, you are SURROUNDED by spirits. You’ll wind up with an influx of spirits. Chances are you could have multiple spirits trying to talk at once, in which conversations will suddenly change. I’ve never done it, but it’s probably really interesting and fun to play in a graveyard.

So for a long time, graveyards have been considered negative places to go. Probably something about disturbing the resting places of many people, or zombie scares, or whatever. But really, graveyards are just places where people are buried. If you’re respectful to them, they’re respectful to you. It’s not scary at all. 

Graveyards are also special places because, and I don’t know if you realize this, but getting buried in one is REALLY EXPENSIVE. Tombstones costs hundreds, sometimes thousands, of dollars, and just the plot themselves will set you back a couple hundred. Funerals are really expensive, caskets are really expensive, and so on. If someone has been buried in a graveyard, that means that they were very loved by many people. Really, you’ll be hard pressed to find a negative spirit if they were really loved in life. Granted, there may be people who are bitter about dying, or traumatized by how they died, but you’re not going to find someone totally evil.

But you should definitely do your research. I used to live near a graveyard that is very famously haunted by the “White Witch”. That’s not a place I would try to contact spirits, as she doesn’t seem like a nice lady. Also there’s places like Alamo Square Park in San Francisco, which served as a mass grave for victims of the earthquake and fire in 1906. Again, not a good graveyard to play the Ouija board in. So look up your neighborhood graveyard and make sure it doesn’t have any horror stories associated with it. If you can’t find anything, go have fun. If it does, I’d advise you stay away.

Thanks for reading, if you have any questions feel free to send me an ask anytime.