So obviously I’ve been MIA for a while. I’ll be honest, things kind of took a dive with my health for a little while. After my first run in with a doctor that was truly fatphobic beyond all logic, a loss of 35+ pounds in less than two months because of a complete inability to tolerate food and a brief trip into malnutrition and kidney failure, I am probably the least healthy I’ve been in a very long time. But things are finally looking up, and I’m scheduled for surgery on Wednesday- with another doctor of course. I have a lot of thoughts on everything that happened, but I’m not sure how much I want to say, if you know what I mean. Thank goodness the doctors who have known me for years had my back, and were able to refer me to an excellent surgeon who thought the same way they do.
Meanwhile, I’m alive if not quite well and Hinkey wanted in on the selfie action.
Do you have any book recommandations for me? I am a voracious reader so, as a consequence, I am always looking for new books to read, especially since I'm on holidays, which means that I have time to read two to three books a day. Thank you in advance
oh anon, it entirely depends on your taste~ I can recommend some of my favourites, though It’s quite an extensive list and you have probably already read most if not some of these:
Fiction: American Gods - Neil Gaiman. Good Omens - Neil Gaiman. Monstrous Regiment - Terry Pratchett. Silmarillion/The Hobbit/LOTR Trilogy - JRR Tolkien. Picture of Dorian Grey - Oscar Wilde. Interview with a Vampire - Anne Rice. Song of Achilles - Madeline Miller. Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen. Animal Farm - George Orwell. Les Misérables - Victor Hugo. The Odyssey - Homer. The Outsiders - S.E. Hinton. Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy. Six of Crows - Leigh Bardugo. (Yet to read, but @montparnassee is really enjoying it.) Avant-garde literature: Waves - Virginia Woolf. If on a Winter’s Night a Traveler - Italo Calvino.
Plays: Hedda Gabler - Henrik Ibsen. Cat on a Hot Tin Roof - Tennessee Williams. Medea - Euripides.
Poetry: Milk and Honey - Rupi Kaur. Favourite Flower Poems - The National Trust. The Overhaul - Kathleen Jamie. Most Things by - William Blake. Lord Byron. John Keats. William Wordsworth.
~“You do realise this is probably illegal right?” I asked, but Liz looked up at me and smiled as if I were the most naïve girl in the world.
“It can’t be illegal, Cam. It’s research.”
So that was it. Our teacher’s fate, my safety, and Liz’s GPA all hinged on what we were about to do.~
Only the good spy young, Gallagher Girls by Ally Carter
Not quite sure about this new filter/colour scheme thingy I’ve got going on, what does everyone else think?
I really hope the twin just last this arc or at least just one more but don’t become a regular character, there is just one Ciel and this is our Ciel, also I keep wondering if is just me but I think the twin actually look a lot more like Vincent than Ciel, maybe because he don’t wear a parch or maybe because he’s the older(even if they’re twins)
Since the twin has been hinted at for a long, long time he seems to have quite the important role and I kinda doubt he’ll disappear that quickly again. On the other hand, I’m not really sure how a coexistence should work now after all that happened and since the twin apparently doesn’t have good intentions for our Ciel. Maybe the manga is really nearing its ending quite soon. I expected a few more arcs since there are still many questions left to answer but we might also get some important answers soon. And with the appearance of the twin I now expect to learn the truth about what happened at the cult soon, too. But yeah, we’ll have to see how things will develop. Maybe the twin will really only stay for one arc but I kinda have the feeling he’ll stay a bit longer.
And yes, the twin indeed looks like a younger Vincent, especially because of his expressions. They seemed so like Vincent. I mean, our Ciel looks a bit like his father, too. And the twin basically looks the same as our Ciel but I think the expressions is what makes the twin look more like Vincent than our Ciel. ;)
But finally the Wonder Woman movie is here. And for me, it was glorious. I hope it is for you too.
Patty Jenkins has delivered one of the best superhero movies ever. Gal Gadot was just the right balance of fish out of water and kick ass.
There were tears from both me and my daughter at the end of our viewing last night. I am going back to see it again tomorrow.
So go. Go see a female superhero on the big screen. Go see a movie where a woman can be heroic and human (even if she not quite). Go get shivers as Wonder Woman makes her debut on the field of war. And go and see what a good DC film looks like.
I love how you always see the best in people. Like with some other youtube and internet icons you can tell that some of them are not exactly 100% genuine but with you you're always like a ray of sunshine. Just how you are with your friends and how interactive you are with your fans. You're so kind and warm and I just wish there were more people like that in the world.
Well, I mean, you all truly do help me to see the good parts of me! It’s incredibly symbiotic, what we got going on here haha, and I never want to take that for granted. I don’t wanna speak for all people in social media, but I’m sure many are quite busy or maybe going through personal things that, to other people on the other side of the screen, may make them seem distant, but is truly not what they’re intending. I just try to put myself in other people’s shoes as much as I can. I fail at that too sometimes! Haha I guess I just mean, if you look up to someone online for reasons and they seem unresponsive, maybe not give up on em too soon if you don’t know why that is. They’re only humans! Haha but I’m glad I am willing and able to talk with you all, because you make me very happy! So thank you for your kind words. <3
Warnings: angst adjacent, smut, dirty talk, LOTS of language
Word Count: 2.7k
A/N: I was looking through some REALLY old requests and I came across an idea from @jennalyncarrigan1230 from who knows how long ago. She pitched an idea that I have twisted and LOVE the outcome. I doubt she even remembers sending the ask, but her initial idea sparked this smutty goodness. This took on a life of its own. I haven’t wrote Dean smut or ANY smut in quite some time. This is officially DIRTY. Or at least by my standards it is. Hope you enjoy. ;)Italics & Bold indicate reader’s thoughts. This has very little plot. Just the poor reader thinking her secret dirty thoughts about Dean only to have them be not so secret anymore.
Request: Okay, so this is Sirius x Reader where you like him and he likes you but neither of you know that and you ask the Marauders and Lily and Marlene if they wanna go to Hogsmeade or whatever the next day but they are all busy except Sirius. So you guys go and you get cold so he gives you his hoodie and you forget to return it or don’t want to because it smells like him and when you do at the end of the day he gets really happy because it smells like you and he wears it. Basically just fluff thanks.
Word Count: About 2,800.
Warning(s): Sexual tension, slightly suggestive comments, Sirius being hot as hell, kissing and stuff.
Note: In summary, this is a Sirius x Reader work about a cold night at Hogsmeade. Also, I deviated a bit from the request. Just a bit.
“We’re all still on for tonight, right?”
“Yeah.” Lily nodded, shrugging on a warm jacket as she headed out the door. “Marlene said to meet them in the common room before we go.”
As you made your way down the staircase next to Lily, you spotted James, Peter, and Marlene lounging on a sofa near the fireplace. Huddled together, the trio seemed to be in a heated conversation.
Nearing them, you heard their hushed whispers.
“Just make up some excuse to–”
Once Peter spotted you approaching, however, he nudged the other two into silence.
“Y/N! Lily!” exclaimed Marlene, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear nervously. “Just the ones we’ve been waiting for.”
With a quirked eyebrow, you took a seat on the arm of the couch. When they smiled innocently at you, you shook your head with a small laugh, looking around the room. You thought it might be best to ignore their impish antics. Around you, the Gryffindor common room was bustling with life and chatter. But amidst it all, you couldn’t spot Sirius.
Not that you were waiting for him, of course. He just happened to cross your mind as you looked around.
“He’s almost ready,” said James, a cheeky grin playing on his face.
Not So Picture Perfect || Kian Lawley Imagine (Requested)
“Literally all I want to do is go home. I really don’t want to be here,” I told Callie as I worked on the gym elliptical.
“What, why? You love the gym. What’s wrong?”
“Kian flies out with Jc and Dom today for the second half of the tour and won’t be back for 3 weeks.”
“Okay, I know you love him, but it’s only 3 ½ weeks. They will fly by, especially with Maya’s birthday party and Ricky’s “I Hit One Million” Bash.”
Even though I hate to admit it, she was right. It’s just 3 lousy weeks and with the technology we have today, it will be like he never left.
“Fuck, you’re right. Did you know I hate that about you?”
“Yeah and I love you too, beyotch. Call me later, okay?”
I finished my 90 minute workout and headed home to see Kian for the last few hours. I grabbed my gym bag and unlocked the door to see Kian’s suitcases against the wall. I let out a sigh and called out to him.
“I’ll be there in a sec!” he yelled back. When he came into my view, I saw that he was on the phone.
“Yeah, Dude. I’ll be there in about an hour. Okay. Bye”
I gave him a confused look,”I thought your flight was at 10 tonight.”
“It was, but there was a screw up with the airline and our flight is 4:40 now.” I looked at the clock behind him and it read 1:27 pm.
“So that means you have to leave now,” I said defeated.
“Yeah, I’m sorry Baby.”
“No it’s fine, it’s not your fault. Did you need me to drive you?”
“I don’t need you to, but I definitely want you to,” he said as he embraced me.
I helped him load his bags into the car and hopped in. I couldn’t help but think that i wouldn’t have moments like this for 3 fucking weeks. I hated it, but Kian loves his fans and would do anything for them. I would never stand between that.
After what seemed like the shortest ride in history, we pulled up to his terminal. Jc and Dom were already out there waiting for us and I helped unload Kian’s things. We stood there for what felt like forever, just holding each other.
“Ugh, ew! Come on already, Vitaly’s inside!” JC whined beside us. Kian and I decided to gross him out even more and started tongue battling each other.
“God! Didn’t you guys do enough of that before he left?!” asked Dom.
“We actually didn’t,” I said to Kian, looking kind of amused.
“Well this is going to be one uncomfortable flight,” he joked.
“Speaking of flight, we gotta catch ours!” JC said.
“Fuuuck, I don’t want you to leave.”
“I know, but I’ll be back soon, okay.”
“Okay, have fun.”
“I will, I’ll call you when we land,” he said running into the airport.
“I’ll be waiting,” I said to myself.
When I arrived back to our place I was finally able to take a well needed shower. When I was done, I ordered food off of Postmates and caught up on ‘Are You The One?’ I really hated being here without Kian, but I had to remind myself that I did it during the first half and was (somewhat) fine.
My phone started to ring and I got excited when I saw that it was Kian calling.
“Hey, Baby. How are you?”
“Lonely. How was the flight?”
“Pretty good. Some kid threw up though, which made Dom almost throw up.”
“Ew, but kinda awesome, haha.” Our conversation didn’t last long due to the fact that he had a long day tomorrow and it was late where he was.
I decided that it was time for me to go to bed as well and try to not be so bleh.
The next few days were getting easier and easier. Almost two weeks have already passed and Maya’s birthday party was a great distraction. I hear from Kian every night and every night I miss him more. Tonight is Ricky’s bash and I’m really excited. I took me like 4 hours to get ready, but I was almost done. I was applying the last bit of makeup when my phone buzzed.
I heard Callie come in and we naturally had to capture this moment.
That night was complete blast. I can’t stress how proud I am of Ricky T for reaching over one million youtube subscribers. Callie and I finally got back to my place and I was about to take a shower when my phone started to ring.
“Hey, I saw your Snap. You look beautiful, how was the party?”
“It was really fun, but tiring. How’s the tour going?”
“It’s good! The fans are amazing, the closer I get to coming home, the more anxious I get to be with you.”
“*Sigh* I can’t wait for you to come back.”
“I know me either, but I’ll let you get some rest and I’ll do the same. Sweet dreams, Babe.”
“You too, Kian. Good night.”
The next few days were quite boring, but Kian comes home in a little over a week and I’m so happy! I had been trying to reach him for the last few hours now, but he wasn’t picking up. I finally gave up on him and tried calling JC, but it was too loud to hold a conversation. My last resort was Vitaly who evidently was asleep and didn’t know anything.
I realized that this was the first night Kian hadn’t called me and I got a sort of uneasy feeling in my stomach. I quickly shook it off and decided to go to bed.
It was about 7:15 am when I was woken up by the constant vibration of my phone. After about 2 solid minutes, I groggily turn over and check what it is. I see that it is a bunch of Twitter notifications and I decided to open them. I see an assload of pictures of Jc with some random girl wither ass out, but that’s when I see it.
“What the fuck?” I say to myself as I read the tweets. I feel my heart drop as I see my boyfriend cradling another girl’s ass. I immediately decide to call him and of course it goes straight to voicemail.
Over the course of the next 9 days, I didn’t leave the house. Ricky and Callie came over to keep me company, but I just wanted to be alone. Kian tried calling every 5 minutes, except when he was on stage, but I ignored all of them. Even the rest of the boys were trying to contact me, but I only talked to Vitally since he wasn’t there that night. He tried to get me to talk about it, but knowing that he would relay it all to Kian, I just changed the subject.
So many people were talking about what happened, even Kian’s ex Andrea. All I could do at this point is cry and look at old photos of Kian and I.
Kian comes back tomorrow and I had to make a hasty decision. I was in the middle of my thoughts when my phone vibrated over and over again. I thought I shut that fucker off. I go look at it and I see it is the man of the hour once again.
I can’t help but smile a little bit as I cry even harder now. Is it worth letting go? Is it worth staying? Then he said it.
Could you possibly, if it's no trouble, do dialogue between Solas and Zevran? I've always wondered how that would go. Thank you
Zevran: You are a rather quiet fellow, aren’t you? Solas: I do not feel the need to speak simply to fill silence, if that is what you mean. Zevran: I see. Should I take this to mean you are shy? In need of someone to lavish you with attention? Bring you out of your shell? I can be very encouraging in that regard. Solas: Hmm. Zevran: You do not speak much. Solas: You speak more than enough for the both of us. Zevran: A-ha! Yes, true. But what fun is talking if you don’t have a partner to do it with? Solas: I’m sure you will let me know eventually.
Zevran: How long have you traveled alone, Solas? Solas: For quite some time. I have kept more familiar company in the Fade for many years. Why? Zevran: Then it must have been some time for you. Solas: Some time since what? Zevran: Since you last had a lover. Solas: What? Zevran: Assuming you’ve had lovers, of course. Solas: That’s… That is not important right now. We have far greater concerns at hand. Zevran: Very true. Only it helps in times of trouble to seek… release, does it not? Solas: I prefer to focus on our current goals. Such distractions would… complicate matters. Zevran: Suit yourself.
Zevran: You do not approve of my line of work? Solas: Death may sometimes be necessary, but the decision to end a life should never be taken lightly. Never for reasons as shallow as greed. Zevran: No need to sound so angry, my friend. I understand the nature of my craft. Am I to be shamed for not properly mourning the lives that I take? I would rather not waste my time feeling guilty for something I cannot change. At least now I have the power to choose who I kill - and more often than not, it’s Crow’s blood I’m spilling. Solas: For revenge? Or in order to eliminate the competition? Zevran: Can’t it be both?
Solas: You were enslaved by the Crows? Zevran: A slave? I would not exactly call myself as such…but yes, I suppose that is accurate. Solas: They owned you, held complete control over your life. And then you escaped. You sought your freedom. Zevran: You make it sound so noble. I am flattered. Though perhaps the story is less impressive if you consider my survival depended on sweet talking the person I had just attempted to kill while trying not to spill my guts into the dirt. It was less of an escape and more… knowing how to see an opportunity when it presented itself. I’ve had to end a number of lives since in order to maintain my independence from my former employers. But it makes it so much more satisfying, doesn’t it? Killing for your own purpose, instead of someone else’s. Solas: I am not certain… but I understand your meaning.
Solas: Assassinations are common in Antiva, I take it? If they were not, the Crows would not be such a formidable organization. Zevran: It makes the process so much easier when you simply eliminate the competition, no? Solas: It may be efficient, but it is a shortsighted approach. A leader is nothing without his people and fear can only be an effective tool for so long without breeding chaos. One may require death as a means to an end, but to do so simply in the pursuit of more power… Zevran: The fallout was never my concern or my specialty. I was always long gone with coin in hand by that point. Solas: Have you ever wanted something more than that? To have your work strive towards a greater purpose? Zevran:(laughs) Why do you ask? Is it possible our humble apostate is in the market for an assassin?
Zevran: She is quite beautiful, isn’t she? Solas: Who? Zevran: Come now, Solas. We both know who I am speaking of. Just as we both know precisely where your eyes were lingering a moment ago… Solas: I’m certain you are mistaken. Zevran: I cannot blame you. Admittedly, I’ve been enjoying the view myself. Quite an ample handful, no? Solas: Please, for once, resist the urge to keep speaking.
Zevran: You know the Inquisitor well, don’t you? Solas: I would like to think so. Zevran: Tell me… What does Lavellan look for in a lover? Solas: Excuse me? Zevran:
How would I woo her, if I were so inclined? Does she favor dashing good looks? Passionate embraces? Someone to sweep her off of her feet? Solas:(annoyed) No. I would not say she cares for such things. Zevran: Oh, Solas. I don’t think you give yourself enough credit. Solas: What? Zevran: Do you not think yourself handsome? A desirable lover? I could teach you some things that may bolster your confidence in that regard. Solas: This is not a conversation I wish to have. Least of all with you. Zevran:(laughs) Do not worry, my friend. I only tease the people I like. Most of the time, anyway.
The thing about Damianos Akielos is that he is a Hot Commodity. There’s probably a 30 page waiting list out there of people who want a chance to date him. The only problem is that since the age of fourteen, he’s never been single for more than a week. A week!
“He sounds great,” the bartender says, polishing a glass. Laurent realises that he’s been speaking out loud. He is drunk. He also realises that this bartender - Rick, or Mick, or Mike, or whatever his nametag says, words are a little blurry at this point - doesn’t realise the magnitude of the situation at hand.
“Come on, big guy, you have to come out sooner or later,” Stiles was begging at this point. Was it ironic that the human in this situation was the one begging for attention? Probably. Will Stiles mention that to Derek? No, because he values keeping his face intact.
For all his placation and begging, all he gets is a solid huff from the wolf currently hogging all of his bedding.
He had come home like any other day, dropping his backpack with a much too heavy thud when he had found the wolf sized lump curled on his bed. He had to admit, the first few times this had happened - he cooed and ‘ahh’ed at the werewolf who had taken to finding comfort in the ode de Stilinski. Now? Not so much.
Sure, Stiles’ heart melted every time he witnessed Derek’s in full shift and tried not to break the magic of how much more tactile the man became when less hindered by his human shape. But this was the third time this week Stiles would be remaking his bed for non-jizz related reasons and that shit took effort. Not even being chased by monsters winded him quite as much as getting a fitted sheet on his mattress did.
Request: Hi! Can you do a bts
smut reaction about them fucking their girls against the mirror and window?
With dirty talk if possible haha thank you
A/N: Mirror or window? This is my gift for our 4k <3
it when he was being rough, although he rarely shows it. Jin slammed into you
again, making you cry out in pain and pleasure. He tugged at your hair making
you look in the mirror. “Look at yourself. And you ask if I want dessert? You are my
dessert Y/n. Don’t you dare look away from the mirror.” Your body couldn’t take
the shame to look at yourself in the mirror. It was too much. Jin got angrier
looking at you disobeying him. He stopped his movements, took you bridial style
and just slammed you at the window. “If you can’t look at yourself, I’ll make
everyone else look at you.”
intentional. You really liked the dress. It was short yes, but not too short.
And suddenly, Yoongi is closing the curtain of the dressing room, ripping your
panties and fucking you like there is no tomorrow. But it was a dressing room, damn
it. Anyone could come in, any minute. Yoongi’s hot breath heated your ear. “Make
a noise and I’ll get you out there and show everyone to who do you belong. “
Usually he loved the noises you made, it turned him on, but now he found out something
he hasn’t quite seen before. Your expressions. In the mirror and he suddenly
got an idea. “I really like the faces you make baby. Shall Daddy buy a mirror,
so he can look at you?”
came to bring him food. Namjoon told you he didn’t feel like eating in the
cafeteria today, so you decided to surprise him with lunch. Your semester
finished anyway, so you had plenty of time. When you came in his secretary just
shook her head, which meant he was in a very bad mood. Still you went in his
office with all the confidence you could find. “Namjoon? I brought you lunch.” He
was sitting in his throne like chair and one glance at him made you find
everything out. “Kitten. Just what I needed. Come here.” Thirty minutes later
your thong was ripped in pieces on the floor, your face and boobs were rubbing
on the cold glass of his office and your begs were music to his ears. “Look at
the people down there. If they look up, they can probably see your face, my
little beautiful slut. You like when Daddy fucks you against the glass, don’t
chance to Hoseok to just bang you wherever he can and he’ll do it. But even
more than just banging you, he liked to get you worked up, to the extent where
you just can’t take it anymore. It was your class together, where he just
randomly slid his hand under your skirt and started circling your bundle of nerves
very slowly and very teasingly. You knew you had to stay quite but just couldn’t.
First you and then him excused yourself and then you heard footsteps behind
you. Not even five minutes later his fingers were back at your pussy, rubbing
and pumping, while his other hand gagged you in order for you to not make any
noises. “Pretty girl. I love seeing you layed out for me like this. See the
mirror? Look at the mirror. Look! At! The! Mirror Y/N! Good little pet. You
want me to fuck you? Your eyes speak so much. I think I found myself a new
Eyes on the mirror. Don’t move. This was his
command. Despite the fact that you just wanted to turn around, grab his head
and make him go faster, you couldn’t do that. You were at his mercy. You were his
favourite toy and you were doing what he wanted you to do. You catched a
glimpse of him as he stood up, your juices glistening on his lips, the smirk
evident on his face. “You like what you see baby? I love your pussy so god damn
much. I can eat you out for hours. Can you see your Daddy in the mirror? I
think I solved your problem when you couldn’t see me. Now you see me and even
more I can see your beautiful wrecked face. How many times you cummed until
now?” “Two daddy.” “I think we can successfully go for a third round before I
fuck you good while you watch yourself being fucked.”
*my boy is too wild for windows and mirrors*
Taehyung liked to play mind games with
everyone. Like for example wrecking you while making you talk to the neighbors
who were right in front of you on the other balcony. Tae’s was licking and
biting, scratching and marking, while you were struggling to keep the
conversation with the poor, innocent people in front of you. When Tae felt that
you were concentrating a little too much on him and the pleasure he was giving
you, he would slap your thigh making you remember what were the rules in order
for you to receive your reward. An hour later you were spread on the balcony,
Taehyungs deep grunts mixing with your quiet moans. “You did good princess. But
you are such a dirty girl. Talking to the neighbors while Daddy was putting so
much effort into making you cum? I like how you kept your cold, but now let
them hear you. Let them now exactly who they have for neighbors. Louder, Louder
baby. I can’t hear you. They can’t hear you. That’s it. Good girl.”
liked danger and being the bad influence he was. You were partners for a school
project and there was sexual tension. You both thought it was long gone, but
how could it be? The good girl and the bad boy, the old cliché story, but it
was there. The will to submit to him even though your parents were right down
the stairs. After dinner when you were almost done with the project Jungkook
knew that it was now or never. The boy got rid of his shirt, pushed you on the
ground and not long after you were a moaning mess under him. By the time your
parents fell asleep, he had you pushed against the window fucking you mercilessly.
“Who is my good little girl? Is it Y/n? Are you going to listen to me now? You,
always the good one and I, always the bad one. But look at you now. At my
mercy. You like my cock? You like how it pounds in you? You dirty girl. What if
your parents come and see you like this? I’ll tell you what. I’ll continue pounding
into you to show them what their little baby is actually. A cock hungry slut.
But mine slut. Are you? Yes you are.”