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Time’s Powerful New Cover Reminds The World The Resistance To Trump Has Arrived

“Time Magazine has used its February 8 cover to drive home the significance of the Women’s March on Washington. The cover, complete with the headline “The Resistance Rises,” features a striking image of the now-infamous pink “pussy hat.

The cover is a strong comment on powerful resistance that has formed in response to President Donald Trump, with a specific focus on the influence the Women’s March - which close to 3 million people are estimated to have attended worldwide -has had on public consciousness.

“There is no precedent in U.S. history for the show of collective outrage that answered Trump’s Inauguration,” wrote Time’s Karl Vick in the magazine’s cover story. “But then, there is no precedent for Trump.”

Read the full piece here

Altverse - A New World

Playlist for the @ask-spiderpool AU where Wade gets stuck in the timeline he screwed up. Read the fic here. (Explicit, incomplete)

@sciderman and I have been working on this for ages, it’s finally ready to be shared. Though it’s still in progress. :)

Sunday afternoon my daughter woke up from her nap and it was pretty apparent she had pink eye.

Monday morning I called in to her doctor and easily got an appointment, which is covered by insurance, for later that morning.

Not having to worry about taking off work I took my daughter in and we saw her doctor who confirmed my pink eye suspicions.

She prescribed some antibiotics and we left.

I swung by Starbucks and went and got her medicine, which was covered by insurance.

Driving back home I was thinking how easy the whole process had been… Easier than I thought it would be (my daughter has never really been sick before so I was unsure how it’d all go).

It also occurred to me how extremely lucky and blessed I am that it was that easy.

We have good insurance, we’re able to afford co-pays, having to worry about getting out of work for an unforeseen event isn’t an issue for us.

I shouldn’t be part of the lucky group that is afforded these luxuries.
People deserve healthcare and family leave at work.
They deserve the peace of mind that if their kid randomly gets sick, whether it’s something as simple as pink eye or as horrific as cancer, that they can get it taken care of and not worry about outrageous costs or losing their jobs.

We deserve this and the GOP healthcare plan does not offer this. In fact, it insures less people, for less things, for more money.

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What’s up everybody? I decided to give y'all a some more Weeknd/Polaroid-style album covers. These have been very successful for my blog and I gotta thank everyone who has been liking, reblogging, commenting, everything. It is greatly appreciated. Enjoy!

Climb on top of me

Like fuck. Climb on top of me. Show me what you want. Hold my hands over my head. Cover my eyes. Drive me crazy. Kiss my neck. Leave marks so everyone knows I’m yours. Tease me so bad my toes curl. But then let me take control. Let me touch every inch of you. Let me make you feel so intensely you have to hold on to me for your life. Holding so tight you leave marks on my back. Let me show you passion. Let me show you fire.

♥ MR. AND MRS. SMITH SENTENCE STARTERS
feel free to adjust sentences to make it fit your muse better!

  • ❛ I never told you, but I was married once before. ❜
  • ❛ It was just a drunken Vegas thing. ❜
  • ❛ What’s her name and social security number? ❜
  • ❛ No, you’re not gonna kill her. ❜
  • ❛ If you don’t like them we can take them back. ❜
  • ❛ Happy endings are just stories that haven’t finished yet. ❜
  • ❛ The new curtains are hideous. ❜
  • ❛ Your aim’s as bad as your cooking sweetheart… and that’s saying something! ❜
  • ❛ Wait, why do I get the girl gun? ❜
  • ❛ You gotta take this bitch out! ❜
  • ❛ Don’t tell me how to handle my wife. ❜
  • ❛ It was just my cover, sweetheart. ❜
  • ❛ My parents died when I was five. I’m an orphan. ❜
  • ❛ That’s the second time you’ve tried to kill me today. ❜
  • ❛ Oh, come on, it was just a little bomb. ❜
  • ❛ Ask us the sex question. ❜
  • ❛ Still alive, baby? ❜
  • ❛ You obviously want me dead, and I’m less and less concerned for your well-being. ❜
  • ❛ Hey baby. I didn’t hear you downstairs. ❜
  • ❛ These fuckers get younger every year. ❜
  • ❛ I can’t believe I brought my real parents to our wedding. ❜
  • ❛ I guess that’s what happens in the end, you start thinking about the beginning. ❜
  • ❛ Chicken shit! ❜
  • ❛ Pussy! ❜
  • ❛ Come to Daddy. ❜
  • ❛ Who’s your Daddy now? ❜
  • ❛ Tell me you got smart and that you killed that lying bitch. ❜
  • ❛ Come on, let’s talk about this! You don’t want to go to bed angry! ❜
  • ❛ I thought I told you not to bother me at the office, honey. ❜
  • ❛ You burn the picture after you get the assignment! It’s the first thing you learn! ❜
  • ❛ Oh, I must have missed that day. Just like you missed the one about not marrying the enemy. ❜
  • ❛ Option A: You talk, we listen, no pain. ❜
  • ❛ Option B: You don’t talk, I remove your thumbs with my pliers, it will hurt. ❜
  • ❛ Option C: I like to vary the details a bit but the punchline is… you die. ❜
  • ❛ You saying you had your ass handed to you by some girl? ❜
  • ❛ There’s this huge space between us, and it just keeps filling up with everything that we don’t say to each other. What’s that called?  ❜
  • ❛ I have a theory, newly developed. ❜
  • ❛ I think you killed us. ❜
  • ❛ Why do you care? I was just a cover. ❜
  • ❛ It’s called evasive driving, sweetheart! ❜
  • ❛ I never went to MIT. Notre Dame. Art history major. ❜
  • ❛ Maybe it’s not such a good idea to undermine me in front of the hostage — sends a mixed message. ❜
  • ❛ Baby, you couldn’t find the button with both hands and a map. ❜
  • ❛ you really expect me to roll over and play dead? ❜
  • ❛ Well, you should be used to it after five years of marriage. ❜
  • ❛ We should so not be allowed to buy these. ❜
  • ❛ Tempting but I don’t get out of bed for less than half a million dollars. ❜
  • ❛ We’re going to have to re-do every conversation we’ve ever had. ❜
  • ❛ Have you been selling big guns to bad people? ❜
Beauty and the Lawyer

* John Laurens x Reader
* Modern Beauty and the Beast AU

    A/N: HERE IT IS! OK so…there’s no beast creature first of all, you’ll see the obvious change I made. This follows the new movie and CONTAINS SOME SPOILERS! If you haven’t seen the new movie then don’t read this yet as some plot points come directly from the new movie. It’s also really fucking long, so yeah. This took me about four days of writing every moment I could and listening to the movie soundtrack on repeat. (At least it’s pretty.) So I hope you guys enjoy!

    Word Count: 9,365 (barely 23 pages…)

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    “You have a daughter, do you not Mr. L/N?” Henry Laurens asked the man across from him. Henry’s young son, John, sat aside merely watching the exchange.

    “Well yes. She’d be about the same age as your boy.”

    “You know, as a lawyer it’s hard to find a wife but it’s a good thing to have.” Henry mused as he stood and began circling the table, reminding his son of a hawk going in for a swooping kill.

    “What are you saying?” The other man asked.

    “I saved you in that lawsuit and I’m not even sure you were innocent.” Henry said with a soft laugh. “And now you say you can’t afford my prices. So I propose a deal. I’ll give you two years. Pay my fees, if not I’ll get the case reopened. If you haven’t raised the money, then your daughter and my son will be wed.”

    “That’s absurd!” The man shouted in outrage.

    “So was your case.” Henry snapped back. “You were warned that I have high prices. This is the fee.” Henry stopped at his side of the desk. “Go. You have two years.” The two men watched the other man go.

    “Why are you arranging a marriage?” John asked.

    “You know I’m not feeling well. This will be your firm soon. A wife makes a lawyer look more personable. And it’s hard to find one in this line of work.” Henry patted his son’s shoulder. “Come on, I have much more to teach you.”

    Two staffers, Alexander and Lafayette, stood by. “Monsieur Laurens is corrupting his young son. The John we used to know is slipping away.” Lafayette voiced.

    “You wanna stand up to Henry?” Alexander asked. He knew Lafayette was right. John was their friend at one point. It didn’t seem much that way anymore.

    “No, no one does. That’s the problem.”

    You walked through town. Your father would be back from meeting with the lawyer today and you wanted to make him a good dinner. There was a fresh marketplace and you knew your father preferred food from there. It was a bit more expensive but always tasted better. And definitely worth it to welcome your father home.

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    Portraits

    anonymous asked:

    Sorry for the confusion on the request I made for the Prompto x Reader in the tent! Same scenario that the Iggy x Reader was in, where they had to be quiet when they got funky so they wouldn't wake the others xD Haha, I'm a perv... Thank you! Your writing is amazing <3

    No, it’s no problem! Thank you so much for requesting, I’m so happy you like my stuff! ☺❤ I hope this is satisfactory! ☺ (excuse me while I go fan my face!) 

    Prompto x Reader - sex in the tent. 
    WC: 2223

    HEAVY NSFW BELOW!

    It was quiet in the tent, the only sounds were the soft breathing coming from three boys fast asleep in their sleeping bags, and the quiet hushed whispers of you and your boyfriend Prompto. It was often that you two were the last to go to sleep, and you were pretty sure the rest of the group were used to your hushed whispers by now.

    And it was also the reason they put the both of you in the same sleeping bag, as far away from them as the little tent would allow. You had pretended to be annoyed by this, but was actually thankful for it when the night came. It was like you and Prompto had your own little private corner of the tent, which is where you were laid now.

    Prompto’s eyes went wide.

    “Wow, just like that… damn [Name], that’s so good.”

    “It is?” You bit your lip, pleased with his praise.

    “Yeah, you should do it like that more often.”

    “Hmm, maybe I will.”

    “You really should. Hey, who knew that you’d be so good at King’s Knight?” Prompto marvelled, his chin on your shoulder as he watched you kick ass on your tiny mobile screen in awe. He had finally convinced you to start playing it, and to both of your surprise you were really good at it, especially the fighting element.

    “Pfft, I knew, obviously. Why do you think I didn’t play it for so long? Just to spare the rest of you the pain of my skills.” You grinned at your boyfriend, who rolled his eyes and stuck his tongue out. He was secretly so proud of you though, and it made a nice change to see someone give Noctis a run for his money. Even if that did mean he lost to you often, like earlier that day.

    “I think that’s enough for tonight though, everyone else went to sleep hours ago.” You tapped the screen to close the game and locked your phone before putting it away, the absence of the glow making it suddenly seem really dark in the tent.

    Prompto yawned and stretched in your shared sleeping bag, snuggling down under the covers.

    “Yeah, you’re probably right.” He mumbled, pulling you close so your head laid on his arm, his hand resting on your shoulder. He was so warm, and so cuddly. You enjoyed the nights with Prompto, feeling safe and loved in his arms. He felt the same about you, his free hand stroking up and down your arm, lightly tracing his fingers along your skin. Little goosebumps rose on your skin at his light touches, and you snuggled in closer to him for warmth. Prompto stifled a chuckle. She was so cute. And he still couldn’t get over the fact she was all his. She loved him, took an interest in his hobbies, looked after him in battle, confided in him, and best of all made him feel worth something.

    “I am so lucky…” He breathed, his blue eyes watching her peaceful face. Her eyelids fluttered shut, her soft cheeks, the hair framing her face, her delicate lips slightly parted as she breathed softly.

    He loved her so much.

    Before he could stop himself, he’d leaned forward to kiss her. As their lips touched her eyes opened wide again, shocked at the surprise contact. But soon she was kissing him back, running her tongue along his bottom lip in the way that he liked, her fingers gripping at his hip, running through his hair…

    He broke away, panting from the heated make out session. You smiled coyly at him, no longer tired.

    “What was that for?”

    By now Prompto’s actions had caught up to his brain, causing him to blush at his forwardness. His fingers played with your hair nervously, as the red deepened and spread across his cute freckled face. His sapphire eyes couldn’t keep their gaze as he answered you.

    “I don’t know it’s just… you look so cute laid there and I just… I really wanted to kiss you.”

    You ran a hand through his blonde hair, struggling not to giggle. He was adorable when he was flushed, and his words had really made you smile.

    “Kiss me then.” You told him, his blue eyes finally meeting your gaze.

    She is so beautiful

    He gulped – and then brought your lips to his once more, his mouth open and hungry for your kisses. His fingers wound into your hair, holding you to him while his free hand rested on the small of your back. He let his tongue slip into your hot mouth, running along yours as he groaned softly at the contact. Eagerly you pushed yourself flush against his body, earning another moan of satisfaction. It was a heady feeling, hearing his whines of appreciation and you wanted more. Through two pairs of underwear you could feel Prompto’s growing arousal – he wanted you so badly. He was getting so worked up at your kissing, at the feeling of your body wrapped in his arms, pushed against his own. It made you feel alive.

    You decided to crank the teasing up a notch and rock your hips into his. His fingers tightened in your hair as he moaned right into your mouth, his hips thrusting back into yours automatically, searching for any kind of friction.

    “A..Ah…” He broke the kiss once more his forehead pressed against yours, breathing heavily. His eyes searched for yours, and you could see the lust reflected in them.

    “[Name], we… I mean, you want to do this here?” He whispered, referring to the soft snores coming from the rest of the tent. It was a hard choice – you wanted him badly, and he definitely wanted you. But Prompto… he wasn’t the best at keeping quiet during intimate times. But as one hand brushed over the skin of your waist, and you looked at his needy, lustful face, you knew you couldn’t refuse. You had to have him.

    “I have no objections.” You told him, watching with delight as his eyes widened and his teeth bit his bottom lip.

    Holy fuck.

    He could barely contain himself. He needed her so badly, wanted her right freaking now, and here she was offering herself to him. Fuck. He felt the painful throbbing of his arousal, straining against the fabric of his underwear and he knew he wouldn’t be able to resist her.

    To hell with the guys!

    He sealed his lips around your collar bone, kissing and sucking at your skin, creating a trail from your throat along your jawline up until he reached your ear.

    “You’re such a bad girl.” He whispered, shaking his head slightly in disbelief.

    “Mmhmm, I know.” You smiled and trailed one hand along his perfect chest, down his stomach until you reached his cock. Smiling, you palmed him through the thin fabric, watching as his eyes rolled back and closed, his hips thrusting into your touch.

    “Shit, [Name]!” He hissed and rocked into your every stroke. The boy was like putty in your hands, completely receptive to your every touch.

    “Prom, you have to keep it down.” You hushed, and kissed at his neck. You loved how loud he was, but right now was not the best time for that.

    “S-sorry, please don’t stop…” He whined, the want in his voice so clear and so delicious. The hand on the small of your back drifted downwards, his fingers dipping into your underwear to cup your ass.

    “Gods Prom, I’ve been wanting you for ages.” You whispered in his ear, achieving the desired reaction of a soft moan and a swift squeeze of your ass. You knew he loved it when you told him exactly how much you wanted him, and you could feel his cock twitch at your words.

    “I’ve been thinking about that time you dragged me away from camp and pinned me against a tree, how your cock filled me up…”

    Holy fucking hell. It took all Prompto had not to blow his load right there and then. That would have been embarrassing, but he loved it so much when you poured your sinful words right down his ear. Why were you so good at it? His thrusts became more desperate, wanting to feel your hands on him so bad, spurred on by your words.

    Please…” His beg came out almost as a strangled cry, but you understood immediately what he wanted. And so you granted him it, ducking under the covers to pull his underwear down to his ankles, freeing his erection. Instead of coming back up, you stayed under the covers, frustrating Prompto.

    “[Name]? Are you ok- oh my god!” Prompto threw his head back into his pillow, his eyes squeezing shut at the feel of your tongue sliding all the way up from the bottom of his shaft to his tip. His heart was racing, his breathing quick as the pleasure rolled over him.

    She’s going to be the death of me.

    “Prom, shhh!” You warned him again, listening for any signs of stirring from the boys. Luckily there were none.

    “I’m sorry! You’re just so fucking good with your mouth.” He panted, his fingers gripping at the sleeping bag. Pleased, you opened your mouth and took him in again, loving the feel of him writhing beneath you, swirling your tongue along his cock.

    Fuck.” He hissed as you bobbed your head up and down his length. Teasingly, you let go with a soft pop, looking up at Prompto as he looked down at you, lifting the covers to see you. His blue eyes were hooded with lust, his cheeks flushed. His lips were parted as he breathed heavily, his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. His blonde hair was a ruffled mess from where you had touched it… he looked divine.

    “I want you.” He whispered, his hands reaching for your shoulders to pull you up and out of the covers. You were driving him crazy, and he couldn’t take it much longer.

    “I want you now.” His hands were ridding you of your underwear before you could say anything, causing you to gasp now. It was so forward and rarely was Prompto ever so dominating, but when he was… a spiral of pleasure shot straight down to your core. It was the hottest thing.

    Gentle hands pushed you back against the pillows as Prompto rolled on top of you, looking down at you with a smile.

    “I really want you [Name].”

    “I’m all yours.” You told him, loving how his face lit up at the words. In no time Prompto was aligning himself with you, teasingly rubbing the head of his cock against your entrance. You moaned softly at the contact, and he couldn’t hold back anymore. He thrust forward into you, relishing the feel as he filled you up.

    “Fuck, Prompto.” It was your turn to gasp, and he couldn’t help but grin in satisfaction.

    “Put your legs around me.” You did as he asked and he closed the space between you, leaning down so his chest covered yours, drawing your lips in for another kiss as he drew back his hips and thrust into you. He ate all your whimpers and moans as he kissed you, rocking in and out of you at a slow pace. He loved to be close to you like this as he fucked you, loved to feel every inch of your body he could pressed against his.

    God he just loved her.

    “Prom…” She whimpered, and he sped up his pace, sliding in and out of her with ease. His kisses were urgent, desperate, matching his thrusts. Her fingers wound in his soft blonde hair, eager to find purchase. Soon your hips were meeting up with his, and both of you had long since forgotten to be extra quiet.

    “Prom, you’re going to make me come.” She uttered, her lustful voice sending him over the edge.

    “Me… too…” He breathed, his blue eyes watching you eagerly as you unravelled beneath him, biting your hand to stop yourself from calling his name. The sight of you coming around him with pure pleasure proved too much, and he followed with his own orgasm, his last few desperate thrusts riding it out as he buried his face in your neck.

    He finally collapsed on top of you, easing out of you and laying back down by your side. Both of you were silent for a while, catching your breath and slowing your heart rate, staring up at the quiet tent ceiling.

    “I’m seeing stars.” Prompto whispered after a while, making you giggle and cuddle him close.

    “You’re not so bad yourself you know.”

    “I can’t believe we just did that.”

    “Do you think the others heard?” Both of you froze for a second to listen, but upon hearing the still steady snoring, relaxed.

    “I don’t know how they didn’t, you were pretty loud.” You teased your boyfriend, who as predicted, turned beetroot red.

    “M-me? What about you miss dirty talk.” He accused.

    “Fine, I won’t do it anymore.”

    “Well, l-let’s not be hasty…”

    You laughed again, and Prompto brought you in close for another cuddle. He kissed you on your forehead, before whispering in your ear again.

    “I love you [Name].”

    “I love you too Prompto.”