change starts with each one of us

Some thoughts on the Maheswaran mother-daughter relationship

Connie looked so much like Dr. Maheswaran in this episode.

It’s adorable because in the canon time of the show, she’s picked up on her mother’s mannerisms in the way that a decade of living with her did not. It’s shows how much they’ve grown together as a family, and how their relationship has changed.

Considering this was how she looked in her first appearance:

There’s a marked change not only in design but also in her expressions.

And it’s been hinted at before, but in this scene, she so explicitly worries about her mother the way her mother worries about her. It’s very touching, especially because we know they started out caring about each other but not understanding one another. Because you  can love someone and never try to understand them. It leads to a lot of conflict but both parties can still come out of it feeling like they did what was “best” for the other.

Connie used to think it was better that her mother knew nothing so the latter wouldn’t worry about her. And Dr. Maheswaran wanted to be on top of everything so that Connie would have an easier life. 

What we learn from them is that to be able to love someone better, we open up to them and let them open up to us. Connie used to act as though her parents were infallible, or at the least, able to manage themselves. Over time, and in this episode, she’s shown to be worried about them because she knows they’re human beings too. They can get hurt, make mistakes, and put themselves in danger.

Knowing these things puts the other person in perspective. It makes their place in our lives mean more. And it makes it harder to take the people we love for granted.

So I would say Connie and her mother interact a lot more now. They probably talk about each other’s days. Notice how even Dr. Maheswaran talked about everything that happened to her prior to picking Connie up. She believed her daughter deserved an explanation. And that’s a far cry from the mother who would proudly bring out the “Because I said so,” and “We’re doing this because we love you,” cards in Fusion Cuisine.

Not everyone has this experience with their parents. Sometimes things just happen to drive parents and children apart. But in their case it worked out, and now they each have one more person who will always be there for them.

When Connie told her mother that Steven just came from outer space, there was no incredulous reaction. Only an, “Oh?” in an interested and calm tone. 

They’re both trying. And I’m certain they still have their share of disagreement, but it’s dealt with in a much healthier way now.


When I was a kid, I thought Zootopia was this perfect place, where everyone got along and anyone could be anything. Turns out, real life is a little bit more complicated than a slogan on a bumper sticker. Real life is messy.  We all have limitations, we all make mistakes, which means - hey, glass half full! - we all have a lot in common. And the more we try to understand one another, the more exceptional each of us will be. But we have to try. So no matter what type of animal you are; from the biggest elephant, to our first fox, I implore you - try. Try to make the world a better place. Look inside yourself and recognize that change starts with you. It starts with me. It starts with all of us.


get to know me [2/5] animated movies ≡ zootopia
Life’s a little bit more complicated than a slogan on a bumper sticker. Real life is messy. We all have limitations. We all make mistakes. Which means, hey, glass half full, we all have a lot in common. And the more we try to understand one another, the more exceptional each of us will be. But we have to try. So no matter what kind of person you are, I implore you: Try. Try to make the world a better place. Look inside yourself and recognize that change starts with you.

our relationship changed like the four seasons. we started out like summer, free and exhilarating. there was so much we wanted to do and so little time in the day to do them. then we were like autumn, picking apart pieces of each other. while we opened up to each other more, we also began to wither. soon enough, we were like winter, frozen and ice cold. we ignored one another and gave each other the cold shoulder. now we’re like spring, april showers flooding my pillow as you left. there is no more us and i can’t seem to stop the tears from soaking my bed at night.

petition to start an award show called the wundies where the boys are the only ones in attendance and they each get an award for each category like best ____ solo, best ____ red carpet look, etc. but there are also categories specific to each boy like best liam falsetto adlib, best louis use of emojis, best niall facial expression at a sporting event, best harry swerving a question, etc. then obviously the bigger categories like best live performance, best song on each album, best photoshoot, best gender neutral song, and so on. featuring a minimum of three (3) outfit changes, and guest appearances by rbb and sbb. 


Turns out, real life is a little bit more complicated than a slogan on a bumper sticker. Real life is messy. We all have limitations. We all make mistakes. Which means, hey, glass half full, we all have a lot in common. And the more we try to understand one another, the more exceptional each of us will be. But we have to try. I implore you. Try… try to make the world a better place. Look inside yourself and recognize that change starts with you. It starts with me. It starts with all of us.


Infinite List of Movies: [9/?] Zootopia (2016)
↳ “I thought this city would be a perfect place where everyone got along and anyone could be anything. Turns out, life’s a little bit more complicated than a slogan on a bumper sticker. Real life is messy. We all have limitations. We all make mistakes. Which means, hey, glass half full, we all have a lot in common. And the more we try to understand one another, the more exceptional each of us will be. But we have to try. So no matter what kind of person you are, I implore you: Try. Try to make the world a better place. Look inside yourself and recognize that change starts with you.”


Victor’s commentary during Yuuri’s FS is the first time we’ve heard Victor’s thoughts.

And you know the best part? It was supportive.

Nowhere was there any hate or derisive comments. Nowhere was there belittling for not completing jumps that Victor could do. It was typical analytical-figure-skating-watcher stuff. With a dash of coaching-thoughts.

The entire commentary was almost exactly the kind of stuff us analytical fans focus on when watching a favorite skater’s program. When you know a skater’s routine so well you can recite it, and know exactly how their jumps and spins normally look like, you start to wait for each element with anticipation and look for the smallest differences (good and bad ones) - which means you’ll notice when the skater changes the jump layout or when they look more tired than usual.

Hiding behind something (in Victor’s case the Makkachin tissue box) when a jump fails, concern over how tired he looks by the half-way point, the cheering for a jump that he held on, the fond exasperation when he makes the program harder than he was supposed to skate it in that competition… 

(I know this is both fond and exasperation. Even though it’s a good opportunity to test-drive a program, you kind of wish they could take it a little easier in a B-level competition, but the program starts and you see they’re going all-out, and you want to facepalm/flail because “geez, one of these days you’re going to faceplant from overexerting yourself”, yet you can’t help but be amazed, touched, and proud at their tenacity. Fond exasperation is the feeling of watching a skater you love on the ice doing something a little insane, and trusting them anyway to pull through with their usual perseverance.)

Looking a little closer at what Victor says:
Notice that at the beginning he’s focused and trying to confirm if Yuuri is returning to the 3 Quad layout. When he does confirm it, he says “so he did revert to having 3 Quads” with a slight exasperated tone, and then he immediately changes gears and starts focusing on supporting Yuuri in his head. Right after the messed-up 4S he thinks: “Shake it off… Good!” He’d rather focus on Yuuri’s elements now, than stay stuck on the change of plans and be negative about Yuuri going against directions.

His approach is analytical while also being involved in the feeling of the program – just like a coach should be.

If you thought Victor was a little cold for not being a bouncy-cheerleader for Yuuri here, then… all I can say is “sorry he didn’t meet your expectations,” because a competition is a serious situation, and Yuuri deserves serious contemplation during his programs from his coach.

At the very end, Victor takes into account Yuuri’s heartfelt performance and his condition, he settles his own feelings and puts aside any criticism for later, and he extends his arms out to Yuuri in a determined gesture (“Come here and let me give you a hug, darn it.”). If that doesn’t show support, then I don’t know what does.

Parenting Writing Prompts

Anonymous said: Parenting/baby prompts?

  1. Character is about to bring their new baby home when they start to worry about being ready.
  2. Characters reading parenting books out loud to each other.
  3. Characters negotiating who needs to get up to the crying baby at night.
  4. Character needs to learn to change the diaper.
  5. Characters can’t agree on a name for the baby and keep using different ones.
  6. Character has been home with the baby for a few days and they’re starting to feel isolated.
  7. Character keeps impulsively buying baby toys.
  8. Everyone keeps giving your character advice on baby care and it’s driving them a little mad.
  9. Character is terrified something will happen to their baby.
  10. Character can’t put together the new crib they both.
  11. Characters witness the baby’s first laugh.
  12. Someone is hoping for the baby’s first word to be something really ridiculous.
  13. Characters take turns singing the baby to sleep.
  14. Character is trying to find ways to make their baby laugh.
  15. Character introduces their baby to their pets.

This is the first of 2 or 3 upcoming prompt sets about parenting.


Real life is messy. We all have limitations. We all make mistakes. Which means, hey, glass half full, we all have a lot in common. And the more we try to understand one another, the more exceptional each of us will be. But we have to try. So no matter what kind of person you are, I implore you: Try. Try to make the world a better place. Look inside yourself and recognize that change starts with you.


I thought this city would be a perfect place where everyone got along and anyone could be anything. Turns out, life’s a little bit more complicated than a slogan on a bumper sticker. Real life is messy. We all have limitations. We all make mistakes. Which means, hey, glass half full, we all have a lot in common. And the more we try to understand one another, the more exceptional each of us will be. But we have to try. So no matter what kind of person you are, I implore you: Try. Try to make the world a better place. Look inside yourself and recognize that change starts with you.

Hey folks, Paul here for MOTION MONDAY!

Today’s topic, “Slow-In/Slow-Out,” is another one of Disney’s 12 Principles. The idea is that any time something gets into or out of a position, it looks smoother if the change of speed happens gradually rather than abruptly.

Here’s a ball moving side-to-side:

Be sure to note how each motion stops and changes direction, and whether those changes are smooth or abrupt. Remember:

  • Frames closer together = slower motion
  • Frames further apart = faster motion
  • Frames equally spaced = one-speed-only motion

When the ball only moves at one constant speed, the stops and starts all feel abrupt. When the ball speeds up and slows down, the changes of direction can feel smoother.

Once you understand the principle, you can get varied results by experimenting with when and how much to use it. Here’s Thundercluck moving his head…

With equal smoothness on both sides of the motion:

And again with more smoothness on the pull-back,
and more speed on the pump:

Notice how the second variation has a different attitude!

Thundercluck fans might also notice… he’s missing his waddles!
Next week we’ll add those waddles to demo another principle:
“Follow-Through and Overlapping Action.”

Be sure to check it out… on the next MOTION MONDAY!

Resolution Spell Bottle Necklace!

White candle
Incendiary device
Fire-proof container
Herbs that correspond to your resolutions
Small glass bottle charm + chain

Start your ritual in your usual way (if you cast a circle, call the corners, etc.)

Light the candle.

Write your resolutions in the paper, and then read them out loud, clearly picturing each one manifesting.

Fold the paper and place in the fire proof container.

Add your herbs (I used peppermint to bring change, aloe for protection and luck, thyme for health and courage, lavender for happiness and peace, chamomile for wealth, cinnamon for spirituality and success, sage for wisdom, and dandelion seeds to bring my wishes to reality.)
Hold each herb in your palm over the flame before adding.
Feel the heat charging the herb, and feel each herb adding it’s intended purpose to the resolutions, making them stronger.

Set it all in fire with the flame from the candle.

It doesn’t have to burn to perfect ash (and it won’t.)
If the paper doesn’t completely burn, light it again.

Mix the ash and remaining ingredients together, and scoop some into your bottle.
Seal it with the wax from the candle, and wear it often.

The leftover ingredients you can bury or keep in a larger spell jar in your home.

End your ritual in your usual way.

A lot has happened and changed since I started youtube, hopefully I haven’t let any of you down

honestly, everything going on the past couple of days reminded me of this video (and the follow up he did one year later) Jack did titled “The Fear of Failing”. And with the community currently seeming to be divided right now, watching it again really struck a chord with me. 

And i think paired with the community not being itself right now, it’s important to remember the theme of the fof party that we would have one year later in celebration of this video:

I Am There For You, You Are There For Me, We Are There For Each Other: Why You Haven’t Failed Me


I’m normally not a fan of making “life update” posts but I have gotten a few messages asking to make an update on what’s been going on, so, in a nutshell–

  • life is busy, and really wonderful– my time on this blog is not as active as it used to be in terms of personal posts and what not, but I love watching what this blog has turned into– more of an advice-type blog where I can do my best to help others and watch other individuals help each other :)
  • running has been my savior these last few months when a lot of changes in my life took place, and I poured my entire heart and soul into it and it has given me results, like a new 5k PR (not a big one, but it’s a start from having a really unsatisfying XC season), and I’m trying to continue to just keep pushing forward
  • Speaking of running, the support I received since being open about my diet changes has been incredible and I am so overwhelmed by the love I’ve received. My diet is not a concern to others but I still feel it’s beneficial to be open about it if it can help others as well
  • my internship has been incredible and some days I leave the office feeling very heavy because I am trying to make sense of the environment I am in– working in a parole office that is sex offender exclusive. I get to sit it on the group therapy sessions with numerous individuals who are now on parole and observe the therapy sessions between them and the psychologist– a career I potentially want to pursue
  • I am waiting to hear back about getting the summer internship at the National Eating Disorders Association in NYC, so fingers crossed
  • My gratitude for all of the incredible angels I have in my life continues to grow daily– family, friendships, teammates, coaches, mentors, professors, and all of you on here

Sending out so much love and good energy to you all :) always

This Valentine’s Day you’re all that I want

This is my entry for the Valentine Kabby smut exchange ( @kabby-holiday-fun ) specifically written for  @kateera I hope you’ll like the story and the smut ^^  

Mom, do you want me to use the blue or the red napkins?”, Clarke calls out from the dining room.

Momentarily turning off the fire and stepping away from the stove Abby pokes her head around the corner, “The red ones, please. It’s Valentine’s day after all”

“Okay”, her daughter replies, putting the blue ones back in the drawer before handing the others to Raven, who sneaks a kiss from Clarke as she starts to move around the table, placing a napkin on each plate.

“Shouldn’t you get changed, Abby?”, Raven inquiries when she’s finished decorating the table.

“What? No, I still got time haven’t I?”, she replies, alarm apparent in her voice when the girl shakes her head.

“It’s already 5 pm”, Raven answers with a nod towards the clock.

“Shit”, Abby gasps, “And I still need to put the brownies into the oven and cook off the pasta.”  

“Mom, relax. Raven and I will make sure that everything gets done in time”, Clarke reassures her, “Why don’t you go and take a shower? We’ll do the rest.”

“You sure?”, Abby still hesitates, wanting to make sure that everything’s perfect.

“Absolutely”, Clarke nods and Raven jumps in as well.

“I promise I won’t let your daughter burn down the house”, she smirks, ignoring Clarke’s indignant shriek, “Besides I’m sure Marcus won’t be able to keep his eyes off you if you change into your new dress”, the girl finishes, chuckling at the blush that appears on Abby’s cheek and swiftly manages to dodge Clarke’s elbow as she throws her girlfriend a glare, not wanting to have the image of her mom getting checked out by Marcus in her head.

Rolling her eyes at Raven’s behaviour, Abby replies, “Okay. Thanks girls, I’ll try to be quick”, but both girls wave her off, claiming that she should take her time, that they got things covered.

While making her way up the stairs, Abby can’t help but feel excited, because this will be the first time they all had dinner together. Sure over the course of the five months she has known Marcus she has met both of his children, Bellamy and Octavia and he had met Clarke, but they never sat down and had dinner, like a family.

She enters the bathroom with a smile, feeling both giddy and nervous when she notices the dark red dress that’s hanging from the door. Turning on the radio, Abby hums along as she turns open the tap and slips out of her clothes and under the hot spray of water. As she pours some shampoo in her hands, she can’t help but recollect the first time she met Marcus Kane.

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Unexpected requests

Hello lovelies! This one is an oldie, which I had posted before but ended up deleting. It’s not that good and I haven’t proof read it, but I made some changes. It’s from Harry’s pov, so I hope you guys like the change. Let me know if you do! B xx


Originally posted by gaylwt

- This one is about Harry missing his girlfriend after being back from tour, but not having time to catch up because she’s busy with work. He start thinking about old times and it gets him flustered and needy. It’s all downhill from there.


Two hours. Two hours of hanging around the studio, observing people running from side to side with make up brushes, hairspray, lipstick, eyeshadow and clothes from a thousand different designers and flash after flash from the camera, while the photographer shouted instructions to each member of the crew. 

I was used to it if I’m honest but usually, I wasn’t the one waiting, I was the one in front of the camera, not behind it. It was nice to take a break from that and be the one watching it all happen for once.  I was sitting in a chair and my eyes were getting heavy, the people around me too busy to hold a conversation for more than five minutes. The thing is, even though I was sleepy and in much need of attention, not even that could make me tear my eyes away from her.

She looked amazing, as she always did, even though I preferred her with much less make up and wearing nothing but the black panties I loved and one of my shirts. I preferred even more when she was wearing nothing but I was trying to steer away from those thoughts because getting turned on when I knew she wasn’t even near finished with the photoshoot was not a good idea. 

She was wearing a floor length long sleeved backless black dress, that had her petite frame look slender and her wide hips look hypnotizing. Her make up reminded me of that old Hollywood glamour, like Marilyn Monroe. Her long hair was in waves, the way she loved to do it when we went out together and I loved to mess it up. She looked magnificent and I couldn’t wait to get my hands on her.

Usually, she was the one sitting around and waiting for me but today was an unusual situation. After a lot of struggling on the first year of our relationship, a lot of tears and late night phone calls and last minute flights to see each other because we couldn’t stand being away from each other for one more second, our schedules were coordinated by our teams and now she went in to shoot her tv series while I was on tour so we could get our time off at the same time. Unfortunately, some things couldn’t be set for days when we weren’t meant to be together, but this shoot was special and she couldn’t say no to it, so I decided to tag along.

It was our first day together after I had been back from the Asian leg of the tour and we still hadn’t had time to catch up. I, above all things, really missed the sound of her voice and the way she kissed me when I got back from tour, it was always special and made chills run up my spine, but not even a kiss I got because as soon as I stepped inside, she was passed out on the couch, back from a last minute night shoot, her meal cold on top of the coffee table and Friends  reruns on the tv, the volume so low you could only hear the audience laughter from time to time. It reminded me of the first time I got back from tour since we were together and the first step into us moving in together.


As the plane landed and I walked towards the exit of LAX, I could already see the crowd gathering outside and beyond that, the black SUV parked and waiting for me. The LA sun warmed my skin and I felt electrified.


I could barely see the faces and hear what people told because I just couldn’t wait to go home and see her. I knew she was waiting for me there, she told me she wouldn’t come to the airport because she was still avoiding being around when she knew fans were going to be there. It would certainly cause an unnecessary chaos.


As I got into the car, the driver pulling away as fast as possible to avoid any chasers, I could finally let the anxiety take over me. It had been almost three months since I last saw her and I couldn’t put into words how much I missed her.


I missed her smile and the smell of her hair, the way her eyes would look so bright in the mornings, even when she didn’t have a good night of sleep. I miss her lips and the way her hands tangled in my hair every time she kissed me, like she couldn’t keep them away and the way she got on her tiptoes to reach for me when she thought I was too far away.


We were together for eight months now, almost half of those moments had been spent apart, while I was on tour and she was shooting, barely making time to each other but always trying to be as close as possible. I had never wanted someone so much before and even though it had been daunting and frustrating and maddening being away from each other, we had pulled through like true champions.


Half an hour later, I was jumping out of the car in a hurry, thanking the driver while I dragged my bags out of the boot, walking so fast towards my front door that I nearly tripped over when I stepped inside, the suitcases hitting my legs, and shut the door behind me. The noise and the heels of my boots on the hardwood must have gotten her attention because seconds later I heard her voice coming from somewhere.


“H, is that you?!” She asked, her voice having an excited tone to it, making me smile.


“Yeah kitten, I’m home.” 

I heard her, before I saw her. She squealed, the sound of pure happiness coming from her lips when she appeared on the corridor, a smile as big as the moon on her face as she ran towards me, her momentum so strong when she jumped into my arms that we both fell to the ground, on top of my suitcases. My bum hit the ground, my hands useless to stop us from falling because I was too busy pulling her into me. Her legs were on both sides of me and she probably hit her knees on the ground but that didn’t bother her one bit as she looked at me like I was the most important person she ever had in her life, her eyes shining so bright I could see tears in them.


“Don’t you look happy to see me…” I joked and her arms snaked around me, her legs pulling in and pressing against my sides, her face hiding in my neck as she hugged me tight. My arms went around her waist, holding her the way I’ve been wanting since the moment we had to part ways and it was just a few seconds later that I realized she was hiding because she was crying. I felt the sudden dampness on my shoulder and her body shook lightly, my heart breaking at the sound of her sobs. “Are you crying? Please don’t cry baby, I’m home! You should be happy.” I whispered in her ear, trying to push her away so I could look into her face but she just tightened her embrace, her body shaking a little harder now.

“God, I’m so happy to see you. It’s been hell without you.” She said a few minutes later, when her breathing had calmed and the tears had stopped. “God, look at you. I can’t believe you’re actually here!” She exclaimed, her hands going to my face as her eyes moved around my face almost frenetically, like she was trying to make sure I was there, that I was real and that this wasn’t just some trick of her imagination.

“I’m here. It’s me, I’m- ” I started but before I could finish whatever it was I was saying, she lunged forward, her lips finding mine in a desperate kiss.

It was not like other kisses, where she was always careful and deliberately slow, because she liked to tease me to no end. No, this was raw need. I could feel it in the way her hands tangled in my hair and the way she breathed in sharply as her tongue met mine.


The kiss was hungry and lust filled, my skin burning when she found the back of my shirt and she dipped her hands inside just so she could touch my back and pull me closer to her. The strokes of her tongue against mine were making my head spin, my hands finding her face and holding her to me as I bit her lip and pulled, breaking the kiss for a moment so we could breathe. She mewled when my teeth bit in her skin and she bunched my shirt into her small hands, her nails piercing my skin even through the fabric.

“Take me.” She said, her lips finding my jaw and sucking hard, making a chill run down my spine as I pulled her hips closer, her tongue soothing the skin while I got up, never letting go of her and almost sprinting towards the bedroom.


“I want this forever…” I said, as I peeled the clothes from her body, leaving her naked before I could even think about what I was doing. I missed her so bad.


“This what?” She asked, when I crawled on top of her, kissing all the way up from her navel towards her breasts, my lips closing around one pink and perk nipple, making her moan loud and her back arch into me. I could feel my cock pulsing inside my pants and the way she moaned my name just made it that much harder for me to take things slow.


“You, here. Every day. When I get back from work, when I get back from tour. I want you to be with me every day.” I grunted, my hands running down her body, never satisfied with just one spot but wanting to feel every bump, every scar, every curve. “I want to have you whenever I want. I want you to be the first thing I see when I wake up and the last when I go to sleep.”  I kept talking and she pulled me up to her, her mouth finding mine again as she pulled my shirt up and threw it away, her lips connecting to my shoulder where she left another one of her hickeys. 


I could feel her small and delicate hands palming me through my jeans and my hips jerked forward. Even the slightest touch from her made me lose my shit. After reluctantly pulling away so I could get rid of my jeans and my boxers, I was pressing myself between her legs, the feeling of skin on skin blowing my mind for a second.


We kissed, slow, hungry and deep, tasting each other and making the most of it. Her kiss was one of the things I missed the most about her. She had a way with her lips that made me feel like I was the only person that mattered for her, in the entire world. The only one she wanted like this.


We stayed like that for a while, before I glided my fingers between her legs, finding her center and slowly dipping into her folds, her wetness making it easy for me to touch her the way I wanted to. I circled her entrance once, twice before sliding up to find her clit, giving it the circular motions she loved and the occasional pressure of my fingers. It wasn’t long before she was dripping, her breathing harsh and her nails piercing the skin of my back as she tried to get me closer.

“Baby, please… oh fuck.” She breathed out, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip as I dipped one finger inside her, making her legs tremble.


“Does it feel good kitten? Tell me how good I make you feel…” I demanded, knowing that I had to keep her talking if I wanted her to stay with me for a little while longer before losing herself into her pleasure.


“So good baby, you make me feel so good.” She moaned out, forgetting to breathe for a second when I pushed in a second finger and instead of just pushing in and out, I curled my fingers, petting the spongy spot inside her and making her squirm and curse out.


“Fuck Harry, stop, stop! I want you, I want to come with you.” She begged and I smiled, planting a kiss on her forehead.


“Just give me one kitten, just one before I take you.” I gambled with her, putting pressure on her clit with my thumb and still moving my fingers inside her. My mouth found a spot on her neck, where I could feel her heartbeat against my lips and I licked it, sinking my teeth into and pulling lightly before sucking the skin until the blood came to the surface, purpling the spot.

“C’mon babe, are you going to give it to me?” I asked, nipping at one of her nipples and pulling into my mouth, my other hand pinching the other a little harder, making her gasp.


Her body was already glistening, her chest bright red from the heat that was emanating from her as she squirmed around and arched into me. Her breathing was harsh and her moans were getting louder than ever before. I could feel her clenching around my fingers, her thighs trembling against my sides and it was with one circling of her clit that I got her to lose herself, pushing her over the edge.


She was beautiful when she came. Her mouth agape, lips bright red from biting into them too hard, her hair wild against the white sheets and eyes clenched shut. She was loud, my name rolling of her lips like a mantra between a bunch of curses. She drenched my fingers and I couldn’t help but bring them to my mouth, licking them clean just to get a taste of her. It was sweet and unique, just like her and it reminded me of strawberries, her favorite fruit.


I was ready to go between her legs so I could get a taste from the source but she pulled me down and closer, her hand going between us and wrapping around my cock, reminding me of how hard I was for her.


She pumped me slowly, once, twice before she went up to the head and circled it, bringing the already oozing pre-come down my shaft. The words were lost in my tongue, the feeling of her hands instead of mine making me loose the strength on my arms for a second, falling completely on top of her.


“Just… just let me-“ I started and she nodded, bringing me to her entrance and taking her hand away so I could trust inside her. I had never been this desperate. But it was all her, she made me lose myself and I was too far gone when I realized it.


“H, you there?!” I was pulled back from my thoughts by her voice. She was looking at me with a frown, her lips turning into a pout like she did every time she thought I was ignoring her. 

“I’m sorry kitten, I was lost.” I said and she smiled.

“It’s ok babe. They just want to take some pictures of us, I asked them if they could do me this favor. I want a nice one to put in our bedroom.” Her voice was smooth and sweet like dripping honey and she had an excited look in her eyes.


“Babe, I’m not even dressed for this…” I said, pointing to my light blue button up and skinny jeans.

“Please babe, you’re wearing my favorite hat.” She begged and I laughed, fixing the hat on my head. She always had the weirdest fixation with this hat in particular. It was nothing special, a brown fedora, but she always loved it when I wore it.

“Do I have an option?” I asked and she shook her head no, smiling when I got up from my chair and taking my hand in hers, pulling me towards the set. She sat on a stool, her black dress draping over her legs and she turned to me, wrapping her arms around me and looking up at me.

“Thank you for doing this love, God knows how tired of cameras you must be.” She said and I laughed.

“It’s not that bad babe, you kinda get used to it after a while.” I shrugged and leaned down, kissing her softly, my hand finding the slit of the dress that started right on the top of her left thigh. “You look amazing.” I whispered against her lips, looking into her eyes and seeing the spark I always found there when she looked at me.

“Do I?” She questioned and I nodded, kissing her again and biting lightly her bottom lip. The flash startled both of us and I looked up, seeing the photographer smiling apologetically.

“It was just such a good shot, I couldn’t miss it.” He said and I rolled my eyes, laughing.

A few pictures later, we were walking towards the dressing room so she could change and then leave. I had my hands all over her, the ghost of the memories I was being flooded with while I waited for her still haunting me, making me excited to be alone with her.

As we were going to the car, we saw a few fans already waiting for us outside in the warm and humid parking lot, the London summer always a bit too suffocating for my liking and you could see the differences from both groups. A bunch of teenage girls and a few boys here and there. It was funny how our fans interacted. Hers, always calm and respectful, her calm nature never scaring them and mine, always excited and bubbly, sometimes a bit too cheeky for her taste. She was calm and she knew how to deal with them but she was a jealous woman and that would never change, no matter how many times I told her it was harmless. After talking to everyone we jumped in my car, waving as we pulled away into the road. 

She leaned against the car, her hand finding mine on the gear and intertwining our fingers.

“What do you want to do?” She asked, caressing my fingers with hers. “Do you want to go out and have dinner? I have make up on, we can go to that fancy place you like?” She offered, turning on the radio and leaning back on her seat.

“Not in the mood.” I said, paying attention to the road. 

The sound of the Rolling Stones was electric, Mick’s voice filling the car and the guitar riffs dirtier than I remembered. Her skin on mine was making me restless, even the gentle flicks of her thumb on my hand. The memories of the last time we were together, three months ago, the last time she visited me on tour were filling my mind, the way I took her inside one of the vans because I just couldn’t wait ‘till we were back in the hotel. The way she screamed and convulsed on top of me, the way I had to keep my hands on her hips to keep her moving through her orgasm so I could reach my high.

“Damn it.” I cursed, the hand on the wheel tightening. The suggestive lyrics were making me think of all the things I wanted to do to her and hadn’t had the chance since I got back. I just wanted to stop the car in one of those dark corners and fuck her until the only thing she knew was my name and how good I made her feel.

“Harry, babe, are you ok?” She asked, her hand coming to my thigh as she leaned in, trying to see my eyes behind the sunglasses.

“I’m ok, it’s nothing babe. I just want to get home.” I said. 

“Why are you gripping the wheel so hard? You’ll hurt yourself like that, relax.” She rubbed her palm up and down my thigh, squeezing a little at the top and I felt my cock twitch inside my pants.

“Fuck babe, I just want to be alone with you.” I breathed out as we stopped in a red light.

“Is that it?” She asked, surprised. I nodded, resting my forehead on the steering wheel and sighing. “I’m sorry we didn’t have a chance to be together babe, I knew I should’ve stayed up last night.” The guilt filled her voice and I groaned.

“No kitten, it’s not your fault. You were tired from work. It’s just me, I put myself into this situation.” I said, speeding when I saw the green light again, taking the fastest way home. “I just can’t stop thinking about you and your taste.” I let out before I could stop myself and she gasped. I knew she loved when I talked like that, but she hated when I did it somewhere we couldn’t do anything.
“Just get me home. Hurry up.” She said, her fingers going through her  hair in an anxious manner. I looked at her, our eyes meeting and the way the lust clouded over her features was probably the reason I run through a few red lights.

As I opened the gate and parked not very neatly I must say, my hands leaving the steering wheel as soon as I turned off the engine, I reached for her pulling her onto my lap, my hands going under her sundress quickly, finding the curve of her ass. She smiled, looking at my desperate moves as she leaned in and kissed me, a gentle touch of lips and swipe of her tongue as she rocked her hips on top of me, her panty clad center rubbing against my jeans.

Her hands caressed my chest, under my shirt, her nails digging into my skin as I let my demanding tongue enter her mouth, the kiss becoming more heated, dirtier as our tongues danced against each other. I could feel her dainty fingers unbuttoning my shirt but I had other plans. I needed space for what I wanted to do to her.

Reluctantly, I pulled away, her lips turning into a pout as she continued rocking herself against me, signaling that she wanted me to stay exactly where we were.

“Let’s go inside kitten, let’s go to our bed.” I said, my breathing harsh as I felt the slow roll of her hips on my cock, making me twitch inside my jeans.

“But it’s so good in here babe… so good.” She moaned as she leaned in, kissing me again and rolling her hips harder.

“I need you to stop now. I want to take you in our bed, between our sheets…” I grunted when she bit my neck, almost giving up on my plans and just fucking her in thecar.

“But I’ve always wanted to fuck in the car.” She whined, looking at me expectantly, her big and bright eyes begging me to reconsider.

“No.” I told her sternly. “We can do that another time. Right now, I have you all to myself, like I’ve wanted in a long time and I need to fuck you right.” I whispered against her lips, biting her bottom lip while tucking her already wild hair behind her ear and smiling when I saw her gasp, my words making her body warm up so much I could feel the heat rolling from her.

I opened the door, setting her down on the ground and telling her to go inside and wait for me while I locked everything. Going inside and leaving my keys on the pot beside the door, I walked straight to the bedroom, finding her sitting on the bed playing with the hem of her dress, the look of pure innocence.

“I’ve been dying to be alone with you.” I told her, as I pulled her up so she could stand in front of me. My hands found the hem of her dress and I pulled it up, leaving her in nothing but her panties. My eyes racked down her body, from her neck and her breasts to the curve of her waist and her legs, a smile tugging on my lips.

She was flushed, like she always was when I took the time to look at her and appreciate all the little things I loved most – the roundness of her breasts, the softness of her skin, the way every hair of her body would stand up when I touched her.  She reached for me, her hands finding my already unbuttoned shirt and she pushed it from my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Next was my hat, the one she loved oh so much. She took the time to rub her palm over me over my boxers, her nails scratching my thigh lightly before she took my pants and my boxers all the way down my legs and I kicked them away.

“I missed you so much.” She said, her lips finding my shoulders and leaving a trail of kisses, from one swallow to the other, her hands going around my neck as she stood on her tiptoes to kiss me.

The only way I could describe our kiss was baffling. I could feel her body turning into jelly in my hands, her skin prickling with goose bumps all over, her fingers tightening on my hair when I sucked on her bottom lip just the way she liked it. She pushed her chest against mine, our skin touching and her nipples brushing against me, making me pull her closer.

My hands ran down her spine, finding the hem of her panties and dipping my fingers inside, feeling the curve of her ass and pulling her hips closer to mine so she could feel just how hard I was for her already. I pushed her to the bed, crawling on top of her and pulling her up until her head was on the pillows, her hair spread wildly on the white sheets, her happy smile making me wonder how did I managed to be so lucky.

“I missed you too. I love you.” I said, my hands finding her panties and pulling them down and throwing them away while I leaned in and kissed on top of her heart, her hands running through my hair as she smiled down at me.

“I love you too.” She said, kissing my temple and laughing when I tickled her sides. “What made you so desperate babe?” She asked while I kissed her neck, sucking on her pulse point and feeling her roll her hips.

“You. Just you.” I said, kissing her collarbones, licking the valley between her breasts and sucking on the curve of her right breast, breaking the skin and turning it purple. I loved leaving my marks on her just as much as she loved leaving hers on me. I kept kissing down her tummy, my hands spreading her legs apart and she inhaled sharply, my knuckles running down her slit and kissing her hipbones and under her bellybutton.

“Babe, can we- can we skip that? I just want you…” She pleaded and I shook my head, my tongue running up her center and making her gasp.

“You’re all mine now, I need to take advantage of it.”

“Take me Harry, please.” She begged, her desperate voice being music to my ears, making me happy I was right there, the best place I could be, with the one girl that I truly loved.

“Now now, we can’t rush into things. I need to make sure you’re ready for me. I need to make sure you’re dripping. And then… then I can fuck you.” I said, sucking her clit into my mouth before circling it with my tongue, going down and circling her entrance, dipping in just a little to make her give me that sweet sound she always did when I first licked into her.

Her moan was a little louder than expected, the roll of her hips and the amount of wetness dripping for her telling me she was beyond ready to take me. I lied down on my stomach, her legs hooking on my shoulders and my arm on her tummy to keep her still as I dived in again, using my other hand to help. I glided my fingers up and down her slit before entering her, my tongue tapping her clit while I curved my fingers, searching for that one spot I knew that drove her crazy.

I could feel myself hard against the mattress, my hips thrusting into it to relieve some of the pressure that was building in my stomach. I needed to see her come just once before I could take her the way I wanted.

Lapping her up, I intensified the movements of my fingers, the sounds leaving her mouth becoming louder and louder, her hands going down to my hair to pull on it and her hips unable to stay still even with me holding her down. In one particular move, I felt that spongy spot inside her, pressing in a little further so I could put pressure on it and bringing my lips back down again, sucking her clit.

“Fuck Harry, FUCK!” She screamed, her legs closing around my head as I continued my ministrations on her, a hoarse scream ripping through her throat when she came, her fingers pulling my hair so hard I felt myself get a bit dizzy. I took my fingers away, licking her until she came down from her high, the sweet taste of her orgasm sparking my taste buds and making me want to stay exactly where I was and lick her into one orgasm after the other. “Harry…” She breathed out, rolling her hips into my tongue and I smiled, kissing up her center to her tummy and up her neck to her lips, her tongue diving into my mouth as soon as we connected.

“I love the way you taste.” I moaned, feeling my cock rubbing on her center, her eagerness making her lock her legs around my hips and rub herself against me to get the friction she wanted. “Aren’t you an eager little kitten?” I asked, her hips still moving against me, reminding me of just how hard my cock was throbbing and just how much I wanted to be inside her.

“I missed you. I missed your cock. I missed my cock. Didn’t you miss your pussy?” She said, her eyes fluttering close when I tweaked her nipples, sucking and nipping one of them while caressing the other.

“I sure did kitten, I sure did.” I said, my voice harsh and low. I felt the arousal and lust rolling off of me in waves, my hands gripping her skin a bit too hard and goose bumps taking over my body when she scratched her nails down my torso, running down my crotch before she wrapped her fingers around my cock, pumping slow and teasingly. While she pumped me, she ran the tip of my cock between her folds, teasing not just me but herself too. “I think it’s enough of teasing, don’t you?” A moan leaving me before I could stop it when she put pressure on the head of my cock, her hand pumping harder.

“I agree. I just need you inside me.” Her voice was like sweet honey, dripping with arousal, the begging always making me clench my stomach. I loved when she was so desperate just like I was.

I took her hand away from me, locking both of her wrists on one of mine, using my other hand to put myself on her entrance, finally entering her. Her jaw went slack, a silent moan lost on her throat while I started thrusting really slowly, her wrists still pined above her head while I held her hips down. I was going slow, too slow for my taste, but I knew that after being so long without sex, she would need the time to adjust and even though she loved it rough, I could never hurt her. I lied down, our flushed and sweaty chests glued together. I released her hands and using both of mine to pull her legs around me, my thrusts getting harder. My lips encased her bottom lip, sucking on it while pounding into her, trailing down until I could wrap around her nipple and suck, getting a loud moan from her. There was nothing I loved more than to feel her around me, the pretty sounds she made, the way my name would roll off of her tongue making goose bumps rise on my skin.

“Harder, Harry… harder, please please please, I need it.” She begged, yelping when my hand went down on the side of her thigh.

“You want it harder? You’ll have to do better than that kitten.” I grunted, stopping the thrust and just holding myself inside her, my hand going down her body and circling her clit. She opened her mouth to speak but the words were lost as I circled the bundle of nerves and she bit her lip, throwing her head back.

“Harry, please. Babe, I need you to fuck me.” She gasped out and I let out a chuckle. She whined and I could see she was losing her mind. “H, baby, fuck me. Fuck me hard. So hard I won’t be able to leave the bed, so hard I won’t even remember how to breathe, please baby, I need it.”

“Since you asked so nicely.” I said, kneeling on the bed and pulling her hips up, her back leaving the mattress. I entered her again in a hard thrust and her eyes rolled to the back of her head, my name leaving her lips in a loud yell. I started pumping her body into me, angling her up and in one particular thrust she digs her nails on my arm, letting me know I had found my favorite spot.

Thrust after thrust, I could see the sweat rolling down my chest, my eyes not being able to decide whether to look her pleasured face, the tears rolling down the sides of her face and her bottom lip between her teeth, one hand pulling the sheets while the other clutched to me or to the place where we connected, my cock entering and leaving her again and again. I could feel the heat from my body, my mind clouded and my breath harsh, my balls clenching on time with the clenching of her walls around me. I needed her closer to me, I had been away from her for too long so I leaned down, her legs wrapping around me as I grinded slightly, slowing the rhythm, taking time to look into her eyes.

“I love it when you do it like this…” She moaned out, while I went slow and deep, never leaving her walls and hitting her spot every time. I couldn’t wait to come, the need was overwhelming, the warmth of her walls just too familiar. It was my favorite feeling in the world, being wrapped in her, feeling her everywhere. Her smell, her soft skin, her warmth and her taste still very present on my tongue. All those things were making me insane with need and I could feel my stomach clenching, the bubble of pleasure in my stomach ready to burst.

“Are you close babe? I need you to cum for me, I need to feel it.” I whispered, kissing her pink lips and smiling when she mewled, biting my bottom lip and pulling my hair. It was her favorite thing to do. She rolled her hips, clenching around me, thrusting up in time with my thrusts and it was my turn to roll my eyes, bunching up the sheets in my fists. “You feel so good. So warm and wet for me. I love it…” I groaned.

My fingers found her clit again and I started drawing figure eights, alternating shapes and tapping it lightly and in a second I had her writhing underneath me, yelling my name, her orgasm coating me and spurring me into my own, coming so hard the thick streams shot inside her and dripped down her thighs, making a mess on our sheets and drenching my fingers.

We were breathless, my head between her breasts as she played with my hair, our hands locked together and we tried to calm down. I was so happy to be with her again, I couldn’t stop leaving kisses on her skin, anywhere I could reach. Her ribcage, the sides of her breasts, occasionally her nipples just to tease and see her gasp because she was still sensitive from her orgasms, the valley of her breasts and her tummy. I needed her closer, I needed her always.

“I think you should never leave me again.” She said, running her hand down my back, her nails ever so lightly making me sigh in happiness.

“I second that. I won’t ever leave you. Before the next tour you’ll be married to me, so I’ll drag you out there with me.” I groaned, leaning up to look at her.

“What?” She breathed out, a look of shock taking over her features. “Married?”

“Yes, married. You’ll be Mrs.Styles and I won’t have to share you with no one else ever again.” I smiled, kissing the tip of her nose and her lips.

“If this is your way of asking me to marry you-“ She started, her eyes looking glassy from tears and her voice shaking.

“Soon enough, my love. Soon enough.”

whycantigotoneverland  asked:


I’ve always thought that they would develop strong feelings for each other slowly, without realizing. Until at a certain point Kuroo thinks about it a little more and says something like “oh shit”. xD And he’s still slow at confessing, because he really feels how long and strong their friendship is, like something weighing on his heart. Then, he feels like he’s destroying himself because he wants to tell Kenma so bad and when he does it, Kenma finds it unexpectedly easy to accept everything and return Kuroo’s feelings. The most quiet requited confession ever, even though they kinda explode inside themselves. Poor them! xD

But it’s not that something changes in their everyday life. They still see each other very often and a long period of time passes, before they start getting closer physically, wanting to kiss and cuddle with confidence.

You know what’s cool? One day, Kenma is kinda sick of it and tells him “Kuroo, I’m not used to see you restrain yourself”. So Kuroo just stops feeling so much embarassed when he wants to kiss or hug him. And from now on, yeah, they’re quite at ease with their situation. They took it easy, after all.

I personally ship them and I don’t really like thinking about them in angsty scenarios.


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Real life is messy. We all have limitations. We all make mistakes. Which means ‘hey, glass half full!’ We all have a lot in common. And the more we try to understand one another, the more exceptional each of us will be. But we have to try. […] Try to make the world a better place. Look inside yourself and recognize that change starts with you. It starts with me. It starts with all of us. –Zootopia (2016)


Zootopia (2016)
“I thought this city would be a perfect place where everyone got along and anyone could be anything. Turns out, life’s a little bit more complicated than a slogan on a bumper sticker. Real life is messy. We all have limitations. We all make mistakes. Which means, hey, glass half full, we all have a lot in common. And the more we try to understand one another, the more exceptional each of us will be. But we have to try. So no matter what kind of person you are, I implore you: Try. Try to make the world a better place. Look inside yourself and recognize that change starts with you.”