commons & sense man

From Theron Shan’s Instagram Account:
look lana i don’t care if u think he’s kinda cute for an insane axe murderer. get laid on ur own time, we have a job to do–

–wut do u mean wut job? finding our damn shuttle & kicking some thief’s ass & finishing the delivery for hylo cuz u dont want to piss her off trust me & i wanna go home this trip isnt fun n e more & also i miss my bed & the omnicannon & someone has to punch gault so that might as well be me &—where do u think ur going?

im not whining ur whining!!!! 

no don’t make out with him im pretty sure he has rabies! stahp lana stahp! NO MY EYES! jfc keep ur robe on beniko! ur making me be the sensible one in this duo & we both know thats a horrible idea!

anonymous asked:

I care about my girls out here in the bowl, but come on ... I feel like they don't realize when they set their expectations low with these men, the men start thinking they can get away with this shit with ANY girl. A man starts jerking off with me on Skype, I'm giving him my paypal and two minutes or I'm hitting that end call button ... like common sense, come on

A man starts jerking off to me on Skype, I’m immediately pressing the end call button regardless.

I swear girls jump into this and do NO RESEARCH beforehand and end up making these dumb ass mistakes that could have easily been corrected by her reading ANY sugar blog for 30 seconds.

And that’s the shit that makes guys think it’s A OK to offer $300 for dinner and a sexual meet and greet with no promise of an allowance.

If you’re responsible enough to make the concious decision to become a sugar baby, you have to be a fucking ADULT and look into it, just like you’d do with ANY OTHER JOB. I know girls like me who are sick and tired of these young girls bringing down the value of SB’s everywhere because they’re being immature and blind to the fact that they arnt only ripping themselves off but ripping the rest of us off too.

Girls need to realize that sugaring is a group effort by ALL OF US to uphold our value. I’m not out there fucking and sucking for a coach wallet and neither should anyone else, and then the same girls will turn around and want their POS salt daddy’s to buy them cars and take them on trips but they fail to realize that THEY ARE LITERALLY NEVER GETTING THAT EVER!!!! why you ask? Because she’s already devalued herself, why the hell would he upgrade the package if he can get the same service for less?


I know they say they don’t want it to be a like a “business transaction” but that’s EXACTLY what the fuck it is until I am 100% secure in my position and if he doesn’t like it he has 2 simple options:

1) Deal with it, and shut up
2) Choke

We as sugar babies are a TEAM, and as a team we need to look out for our stock and assets together to make sure that everything stays reasonably consistent across the board, or else men will expect all of us to get on our knees for a Micheal Kors purse and that’s not happening over here honey.

Not everyone can be a neurosurgeon
Not everyone can be a teacher
Not everyone can be a Supreme Court judge
Not everyone can be a sugar baby

If you’re too lazy to do the research before jumping in the bowl, just fill out an application for a regular job because they’ll TRAIN you before you clock in for the first time and you won’t screw over every single other person in the same field if you choose to fuck something up.



Originally posted by glitchblackmusic

Stay With Me - Demon Leo AU - Chapter One

Hello dears!!!

 I have something new for you to read! I hope you like it. I’m not sure right now how long it will be because I usually just make it up as I go along. Like I said in my previous post, this entirely an AU fic, so I’m not sure if I will bring in any other members. But, we’ll see. 

 Please let me know what you think!!


“Don’t go near the woods.”

“Its a shame so many have died going in there.”

“You will be turned away from the town if you venture near it.”

“We can’t risk being cursed by the creatures who live there.”

All of the warnings you had received over the past few months floated through your head as you walked along the edge of the forest. 

You knew you should be wary but you couldn’t bring yourself to stay away. The closer you got to the trees, the calmer your heart felt. All of the warnings be damned. You liked it here. 

You began weaving in and out of trees along the edge of the forest. The air beyond the trees felt different. Pure. You’d had countless walks along this path, ever since your family had moved to this remote village a year ago to evade paying their debts. You supposed it was better than the alternative where they had threatened to sell you to the highest bidder. 

Perhaps that was why you found solace in the woods. It was quiet. It was yours. It was an escape. 

Your thoughts were broken by a sudden cry. Startled, you looked around. Whatever it was, didn’t sound human. But, it didn’t sound threatening, either. The sound changed to a constant cry of pain. 

You instantly followed the sound. As you got closer, you delved further into the trees. But, you were unconcerned with that right now. 

Finally, you came upon a small fox, tugging against a hunter’s trap. The small creature saw you and panicked, struggling against its binds. 

“Hey, hey, its okay little one. I’m here to help.” You placed your hands in front of you to show it that you meant no harm. You knelt down and tried to fiddle with the trap. Its back leg was bleeding and it had a cut over its nose. In its panicked state, the little fox lunged at you and nicked your hand with its teeth.

“Ouch! Hey, calm down. I’m trying to get you loose.” 

When you reached for the trap again, it simply watched you with wary eyes. 

You almost had it free when you heard voices. Male voices. Hunters. Trapping and killing foxes had long been outlawed but that didn’t stop them from doing it. Fox fur brought in a lot of money for people willing to break the law.

“Okay, just stay still. I almost have you free. We will have to run, okay? I’ll put you down as soon as we’re away from the hunters, deal?” You could have sworn you saw the animal nod its head but chose not to dwell on that now. 

Finally, you freed the animal and scooped it up in your arms. Just as you saw the first hunter appear around a tree, you took off. You could hear the hunters yelling after you. Deeper into the woods you went, branches and twigs slicing into your ankles and arms as you went. 

You held the small fox close to your body and prayed that you would be faster than the men chasing you. 

Finally, you came to a large oak tree and slid behind it. Your lungs burned and you struggled to bring air into your body. Peeking around the tree you could see the men scanning the forest for you. There had to be at least ten of them roaming around. 

Just as one of the men looked your way, the air around you changed. Just in front of you, a thin veil appeared. It was faint, but you could see it. It blurred the men’s figures a bit, as if you were looking at them through a wall of glass. Every so often, a section would sparkle as if it was breathing. You reached out, wanting to see if it was tangible but was abruptly stopped.

“If you touch it, it will disappear.”

You jumped at the voice that was close behind you. It wasn’t loud but it held authority and confidence. You whirled around to see a rather tall man with fire red hair and electric blue eyes. You turned back to the men searching for you, certain they could see this man. 

“They can’t see me. Nor can they see you. As long as you stay put. If you touch it, the spell will break and they will see you.” He stepped closer and looked down at the fox in my arms. Fearing for the little creature’s life, you held it closer to you. You didn’t know who this man was, or if he was even human. But you felt instantly protective over the small fox. 

“May I have the fox or do you intend to keep him?” 

“Depends on what you plan to do with him.” 

The man smiled and stepped closer, now towering over you. “He is my friend. He needs care. I intend to take him back to my home and let him heal. Does that suit you?” 

You gently clutched the reddish fur of the animal and felt almost sad that you would have to hand him over. Although the man claimed to know the fox, there was nothing that you could really do otherwise. Assuming this man was not human, you were sure to lose. 

You started to speak again but flinched when you heard a twig snap behind you. You spun around to see one of the hunters right behind you. He had to be almost seven feet tall and most likely hadn’t bathed in several weeks given the stench that was coming from him. Instinctively, you back away from him and ended up with your back against the red-haired man. He placed his hands on your arms and held you in place.

“Stand very still.” Goosebumps rose on your arms when you felt his breath on your neck. You clutched the fox to your chest and tried not to breathe. 

The hunter stepped closer and looked around but could apparently see nothing but trees. When he finally turned to leave, you let out a stuttered breath. 

As the hunters gave up the search and filtered out of the area one by one, you heard a shrill whistle coming from the man behind you. A few seconds later you heard growling and fearful screams. You turned to the strange man behind you, silently asking for an explanation. He only shrugged and smiled. 

“The wolves were hungry.” When you gasped in horror, he scoffed. “You didn’t expect me to let them leave alive, did you? Are you not aware of the dangers of wandering into the forest?” 

After his words, you finally became aware of your own dire situation. Before, you had chosen the lesser of two evils and put your trust in the man beside you. Now, reality reared its ugly head and common sense prevailed. The man was obviously not human. His hair, eyes, and apparent abilities told you that. What it didn’t tell you was if you would leave alive. All of the stories you’d heard since you moved here began traveling through your head. 

You began to quickly walk away until a hand appeared on your shoulder.


Instantly, you took off, self-preservation prevailing. You didn’t want to stick around to find out how he knew your name. 

However, you didn’t get far when the man appeared out of thin air right in front of you. A strangled scream lodged itself in your throat and you fell back, landing hard on the forest floor. The man sighed and reached down to stand you up. The fox you held in your arms had become a shield and you held it even tighter against you. 

“No need to run. I’d catch you anyway.” He looked down at the fox and then back at you. “I have no intent to harm you. You saved my friend, therefore, I am in your debt.” He bowed his head slightly and held out his hand. “A token of my gratitude.”

When he opened his hand, you saw a simple pendant lying there. It was an odd shape, circles intertwining with a tiny red stone in the center. You didn’t reach for it. Instead, you stared up at him.

“Take it. It will provide some protection for you. But, do not lose it or tell anyone you have it.”

Still unsure, you slowly picked up the pendant. When you did, the red stone in the center began to glow. Alarmed, you tried to give it back. He closed your hand around it and gathered the fox in his arms. You felt empty without the small animal but it looked content and unafraid so you didn’t protest.

“It simply tells you of my location. If you find yourself in trouble, follow this until the light is constant.”

“I don’t understand. What are you?”

“I am a demon that watches over this forest.”

“A d-demon?”


“How do you know my name?”

“The animals talk. You wander around the edge of the forest a lot. Did you think the warnings from the villagers were false? There are real dangers here and yet you test the boundaries.” He moved closer and you retreated a couple of steps.

“I-I…its not that I didn’t believe them. I just like it here. I-I’m sorry if I intruded.” You continued to back away but stopped when you heard a fluttering of wings above you. Looking up, you stared, wide-eyed, at a large owl perched on a tree branch above you.

“Since Serix here is injured, Kona will lead you home. We will speak again later. It is late.”

“Wait!” You stopped him as he began to walk away. “What is your name?”

“Leo” Was all he said before disappearing into thin air.

thisisthegingerspeaking  asked:

Hello, I would really like to read number 5, "Are you hitting on her for me?", with Cullen x Dorian x Inquisitor. :3

(Thank you for your prompt! <3)

“So I realised perhaps I should improve my close combat when the bandit almost had a dagger in my side…”

Dorian sighed, leaning against the railing as the Inquisitor relayed her latest adventure, half listening. It was not that he was not interested in what the woman had to say, Maker knows he loved to critique her tales. But his other attention was focused on observing the blonde suit of armour to his side. Cullen stood eagerly, his entire focus on her as she spoke, almost stood at attention in his yearning.

Maker, for having such admittedly good-looking features and a reasonable amount of common sense, the man could appear such a simple idiot.

It was hardly unnoticeable, the way he looked at her. Dorian had subtly approached the subject more than once over a drink at the tavern, but Cullen was stubbornly both bashful and silent on the admitting front, and waved off any attempt at his help.

He could simply not allow this forlorn simpering to continue any longer.

“Forgive me Inquisitor, but I am rather unskilled with hand to hand combat, as much as it pains me to admit it. I much prefer the fine art of staying out of situations that could end in bloody robes. But…” He slid an arm around the broad armour of the man next to him, grabbing at his shoulder and pulling him into a half embrace. “I am sure the Commander could easily teach you a few moves.” He silenced the protest that almost left the other man with a sharp knee that found the back of his thigh. “No need to be coy! You are, after all, our finest warrior. Just look at this toned physique. All that early morning drilling must have a use, after all.”

Cullen’s face had turned the same colour as the brilliant scarlet drapery and he looked sheepishly at the woman before them. “I, um…of course. Whenever you are free, Inquisitor. I would be happy to.”

“It’s a date! I’ll come and find you later. Need to go to the tavern, Sera’s been causing a ruckus again…” The Inquisitor grinned, bouncing off down the stairs with a wave of farewell and Dorian turned to him with a smug sneer that seemed to curl across his entire face as he stared after her.

“Did you just…”

“Hit on her for you? Yes. Because watching you stare wistfully at her from the courtyard every day is beginning to wear on me almost as much as Bull’s terrible double entendres are.”

“I don’t-“

“Cullen, if you were to covet her any more than you already do, you would be barking at her feet and licking her face.”

“Oh, because I’m Ferelden. Hilarious.”

“No, because you are a love-sick puppy, and you ought to be put down for being so very pathetic.”

“Maker’s breath, I can’t-“

Vishante keffas, just kiss her already.” The blonde hesitated, glaring at the mage, and Dorian snorted, smartly ruffling the curls on his head, a promising glean in his eyes as Cullen wailed in protest at the assault. “Do it, or I shall.”

“I beg your pardon?!”

“Kiss her, or I shall get there first. Then you’ll have to covet us both. Although I do share…” He seemed to consider the dark haired man for a moment, unsure entirely if there was humour or promise in the threat, before bolting down the stairs after the shadow of the Inquisitor, Dorian snickering as he settled back into his chair. “Though I can’t imagine you do.”


*** After 19 days, I am back in the states WITH STABLE WIFI 😁😁***

You held the pack of ground meat in your hand, looking over the percentage when Jax came up behind you. “You figure out dinner yet?” “What about tacos?” “That sounds good. If it’s not too much work.” You shook your head and smiled lightly. Jax smiled back and leaned forward, his lips pressing against yours. Moving your lips against his, you giggled as you felt his hand go around your waist and rest right on the slope of your ass. You put a hand to his chest and pushed him away gently. “We’re standing in the middle of the meat isle of the store. Behave yourself.” Jax laughed and pulled back, looking you over and biting his lip. “I don’t know if I want to.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled, turning away from him and putting the pack in the basket. You walked together to the cashier, hand in hand and were about to begin paying when you heard a woman’s voice behind you. “Jax?” He turned around faster than you and you saw his eyes widen a little before you settled your own eyes on a brunette woman. You looked over at him, waiting to see what he would say but no words left his mouth. He stood silently for a moment before clearing his throat.

“Tara. What are you going back I’m Charming?” He asked the question nicely and to most people, it would’ve seemed like a regular question but you knew your Old Man well. He didn’t seem happy to see this lady. “I transferred back over. Got a job working the OR over in St. Thomas. It’s good to see you.” She smiled at him in a way that made you slightly uncomfortable but you decided to ignore it, until it sunk in that he had said Tara.

Tara. The girl you’d heard Gemma talking about in loathing. The girl that had abandoned Jax and broke his heart. Even though you didn’t know Jax back then, the thought made you a upset and you immediately felt the need to protect him. “Well it was nice meeting you. We have to get going.” Jax nodded at you and waved at Tara. “Good luck.” The both of you turned around without another word and Jax pulled out his wallet, paying for the food.


“So what? She just shows up out of nowhere after more than 10 years and thinks that shit is going to pick back up?” “That’s probably exactly what she thinks. I was obsessed with her before, bending over backwards and slaving over her. That shit is history. I slave over you now.” You laughed and kissed his cheek after placing the tacos on the dinner table. “You sure do. Don’t worry about her. I know that she just showed up to cause problems. I trust you.” “Good. Now let’s eat.”


“Tara I’m not going to tell you again. I’m with someone. She’s my Old Lady. I’m not getting back with you.” “I have your crow!” “Yeah, and I regret giving it to you. You took off and left me here, now you think you’re going to come back and I’ll start chasing after you like a puppy again? That’s not going to happen. Now stop calling me.” Jax hung up the phone and blew out a breath. Tara was really overstepping her boundaries now. She had somehow gotten the house number and was calling Jax at home. The home where he lived with you and Abel. He had no doubt that she’d gotten the number from a croweater and he made a mental note to talk to them later and let them know to keep their mouths shut when it came to his family.


Gemma pursed her lips in annoyance as her son explained to her what had been going on with Tara. “She better keep her ass away from you and my family. She already skipped out on you once. Plus you know Y/N isn’t going to take that. She better watch herself.” “I think she got the hint mom.” “I don’t think she did.” Gemma pointed a black painted fingernail over to the entrance of the clubhouse and Jax curse as he saw Tara walking in. She looked around and it was obvious that she was scanning for him. When she finally saw him, he made the mistake of making eye contact and she smiled, taking that as an invitation.

Jax looked over at his mother and she said nothing, glaring over at the ex with a scowl. Tara weaved through people and finally ended up right in front of Jax, looking down at him with a smile as he stayed seated. “What are you doing here Tara? We’ve been through this.” “I know but I think you’re making a mistake. I know I walked out on you but I’m back now. I’m a surgeon. I won’t leave you again. I’ve got everything I’ve wanted, all that’s left is you.”

Gemma couldn’t help the snort that left her mouth and Tara flinched a bit, not liking the thought that the Queen was laughing her. She chose to ignore Gemma and kept trying to convince Jax to take her back but Gem walked off, going into the kitchen where you were.

“Tara’s out there.” Your hands stilled and you stopped cutting the carrot in your hand. You turned around slowly, now officially pissed that she thought she could waltz into your turf. You dropped the knife down onto the counter with a clatter, walking out of the kitchen with a smirking Gemma following right behind you. As you got near the couch were Jax was, he came into view. So did Tara, who was sitting in his lap and trying to best down all her weight to keep him from pushing her off. “You just gonna let that happen?” Gemma looked at you and motioned to the scene.

Without a word, you walked up to the couch and stood in front of them, your feet already shoulder width apart, ready. “Now I know you’re an educated girl, you wouldn’t have made it through med school if you weren’t, but lately im begin to wonder if you have any common sense. That’s my Old Man that you keep calling and texting, and now sitting on. We’ve already made it clear that you’re not welcome here. Now you can take the hint, or you can take this ass whooping. Your choice.”

Tara stared at you for a moment before laughing. “Really? You think I’m scared of you?” You smiled and tilted your head slightly. “You should be. I’ll tell you what. I’ll give you 5 seconds to get off of him and leave the clubhouse before I wipe the floor with you.” Gemma’s smirk grew and she folded her arms over her chest, more than ready to see what would happen. Stubborn as ever, Tara rolled her eyes and turned away from you, looking back to Jax and putting her arms around his neck.

Gemma let out a loud laugh as a gasp left Tara’s mouth, her hair wound up in your fist and her knees slamming onto the floor. She grabbed up at your hands, tying to get you to release her hair but moved them away to protect herself as an uppercut landed right on her chin, a little trickle of blood coming down the side of her mouth where her tooth went into her lip. You dragged her a couple feet away from the couch, wanting to get some good leverage and delivered another blow to her cheek. You cocked your fist back ready to go again when Jax’s arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you away.

You kicked in his arms, not feeling like you did enough but he ignored you, carrying you off to his dorm. He tossed you down onto the bed and sat beside you. “Chill. You won. Everyone saw you beat her ass. It’s all good ok? Calm down.” He grabbed onto your hands and rubbed your knuckles lightly, trying to smooth the throbbing. “Is that bitch serious?” He chuckled and reached to push some hair behind your ear. “Yeah, she is. I’m sure she’s got the hint now though. I’m yours. She won’t be trying to take me from you anymore. Or anyone else for that matter.”

Jay-Z, photographed performing in London on August 25, 1997. 

Hov was in town to perform on the Tim Westwood-curated stage at the city’s “Notting Hill Carnival,” alongside Busta Rhymes, Lil’ Kim, Common [Sense], Beenie Man, Red Rat & Goofy from the Main Street Crew and Glamma Kid. The carnival is the second largest street festival in the world, and ‘97′s iteration boasted a massive 1.3 million attendees. The carnival was a free event that didn’t usually host big names, but Westwood somehow managed to get the above acts to travel all the way to England to perform.


GET TO KNOW ME MEME [1/5] non-human characters » envy {FMAB}

“Too bad you don’t have the stomach to do the logical thing. I shouldn’t be surprised, that’s just how all you humans are. You put emotion before common sense. I killed a man who was like that once. All I had to do was make myself look like his wife and he was helpless—he couldn’t even fight me! You humans are so easy to take advantage of. Lucky us.”