I want to personally thank Andy ‘Ricky Dicky Doo Dah Grimes’ Clutterbuck and My Girl Danai Gurira for their unyielding dedication to their craft. Their performances here as Post-Coital Couple #1 are truly unparalleled. As if the kiss wasn’t enough to make my head explode, this quick little follow-up scene just about finished me off. Every detail of the frame has been carefully constructed to kill me. Hand placements. Leg positions. Mostly hand placements. One hand in particular. Ass man, as established in… err, almost every episode?
Any argument that Rick and Michonne will be softened by their relationship is swiftly addressed here. Even at their most vulnerable – asleep and naked – they are ready to leap into action and I am HERE. FOR. IT. Look at this couple of warriors turning into a warrior couple.
Andy: It’s great. Two warriors, two warrior lovers. Bring it on! […] The final scene was supposed to be a little more demure. Danai and I just said, “The audience has seen us have a kiss. Then, there’s this reveal of us in bed. The only way we’re going to up this ante and make it real is we’ve got to be naked. We wouldn’t hide under sheets. We’d go for the gun and katana.” We wanted viewers to know nothing’s changed. They’re just ferocious.
Tom Payne: So Danai and Andy get up out of bed. First of all, she’s pointing her sword at my face and worrying about me looking. I’m like, “I’m just looking at the sword because I don’t wanna lose my eye.” And then Kari comes in and says, “Can you look Andy up and down and then smile at him?” I’m like, “No!” There was a moment where I was like, “Yeah, maybe I’ll do that…” but Andy was completely naked in front of me.
Danai: It was fun. It was very bonding and, ultimately, we had a great time that evening.
THE BOOKS I LOVED SO MUCH I WANTED TO SEW THEM INTO MY SKIN AKA MY FAVORITE BOOKS OF THE YEAR IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER
Homegoing by Yaa Gyasi Another Brooklyn by Jacqueline Woodson Today I Am a Book by xTx The Three Woes by Casey Hannan A Bestiary by Lily Hoang Queen of the Night by Alexander Chee The Mothers by Brit Bennett Commonwealth by Ann Patchett The Red Car by Marcy Dermansky
THE BOOK THAT OPENED MY EYES AND MIND AND BROKE MY HEART WITH THE PAINFUL REALITY TOO MANY AMERICANS LIVE WITH
Evicted by Matthew Desmond
THE BOOK THAT WAS TOTAL TRASH AND I THINK THE WRITER HATES FAT PEOPLE WHICH IS FINE BECAUSE WE ALL HAVE OUR ISSUES BUT STILL, GIRL, WHAT….
Maestra by L.S. Hilton
THE COMING OF AGE PROSE POETRY THAT MOVED ME IMMEASURABLY
The Pocket Knife Bible by Anis Mojgani
THE BOOK THAT MADE ME THINK HILLARY CLINTON REALLY WAS GOING TO WIN THE PRESIDENCY
All the Single Ladies by Rebecca Traister
THE STRANGE BOOK ABOUT LONELINESS AND THE THINGS WE DO ONLINE THAT I HIGHLY RECOMMEND
Valletta78 by Erin Fitzgerald
THE POETRY BOOK I DIDN’T UNDERSTAND AT ALL THOUGH I COULD TELL THE POEMS WERE SUPER SMART
The House of Lords and Commons by Ishion Hutchinson
THE ACTION THRILLER THAT HAD LOTS OF HYPE BLURBS BUT WAS ONLY SO SO
The Second Life of Nick Mason by Scott Hamilton
THE RETELLING OF A CLASSIC THAT I REALLY ENJOYED, WHICH SURPRISED ME AND ALSO THE AUTHOR WROTE ONE OF MY FAVORITE BOOKS OF ALL TIME, AMERICAN WIFE
Eligible by Curtis Sittenfeld
THE BOOK THAT MADE ME CRY BECAUSE IT HELD SO MUCH I COULD RELATE TO AND THEN MADE ME A LITTLE MAD
13 Ways of Looking at a Fat Girl by Mona Awad
EXCELLENT SMALL PRESS BOOKS YOU SHOULD CHECK OUT
Pink Museum by Caroline Crew The Farmacist by Ashley Farmer The Voyager Record by Anthony Michael Morena Massive Cleansing Fire by Dave Housley
THE BOOK I READ TO LEARN HOW TO WRITE A COMIC BOOK SERIES EVEN THOUGH I WAS WRITING FOR THEIR MAJOR COMPETITOR
The DC Comics Guide to Writing Comics by Dennis O’Neil
THE COMIC BOOK I LOVED AND RECOMMEND OFTEN
Saga by Brian Vaughan
THE COMIC BOOK ISSUE I READ AND THOUGHT WAS NOT SO GOOD SO I HAVEN’T READ ANY OTHER ISSUES IN THE SERIES
Wonder Woman Rebirth #1
THE BOOK I WROTE AN INTRODUCTION FOR (OUT IN 2017! FROM BEACON PRESS!)
Like One of the Family by Alice Childress
THE BOOK I REVIEWED FOR THE NEW YORK TIMES
Small Great Things by Jodi Picoult
THE BOOK I WANTED TO LOVE THAT HAD GORGEOUS OBSERVATIONS OF WOMEN’S FRIENDSHIPS
Rich and Pretty by Rumaan Alam
THE BOOK ABOUT CHEFS AND THEIR TATTOOS WITH FASCINATING STORIES OF WHY PEOPLE PERMANENTLY INK THEIR SKIN
Knives and Ink by Isaac Fitzgerald and Wendy MacNaughton
THE BOOK I READ BECAUSE I SAW A PREVIEW FOR THE TV SHOW AND LEARNED IT WAS BASED ON A BOOK SO I STARTED WONDERING IF THE BOOK WAS GOOD
Queen of the South by Arturo Perez-Reverte
SOME VERY GOOD BOOKS YOU SHOULD CHECK OUT BECAUSE THE STORIES ARE WARM AND/OR INTELLIGENT AND/OR STRANGE AND/OR GRIPPING AND/OR INTENSE
Turner House by Angela Flournoy LaRose by Louise Erdrich The Wangs vs the World by Jade Chang The Story of My Teeth by Valerie Luiselli You Will Know Me by Megan Abbott
THE HEARTBREAKING BOOK ABOUT BEING GAY IN THE MIDDLE EAST DURING THESE TUMULTUOUS TIMES FROM A WRITER WITH A LOT OF POTENTIAL
Guapa by Saleem Haddad
GORGEOUS BOOKS OF POETRY I REALLY LOVED
Night Sky With Exit Wounds by Ocean Vuong L’Heure Bleue by Elisa Gabbert The New Testament by Jericho Brown Look by Solmaz Sharif There Are More Beautiful Things Than Beyoncé by Morgan Parker
THE EXCELLENT BOOK I CHOSE AS MY SELECTION FOR BOOK OF THE MONTH CLUB
The Veins of the Ocean by Patricia Engel
THE BOOK I READ BASICALLY TO IMPRESS A GIRL AND IT WAS A PRETTY GOOD BOOK ALSO AND I HOPE THE GIRL WAS IMPRESSED BY MY DEDICATION BECAUSE THE BOOK WAS VERY LONG
The Fireman by Joe Hill
THE BOOK WITH AN AMAZING TITLE, SOME REALLY GOOD STORIES INCLUDING A RIFF ON ANTIQUES ROADSHOW AND ALSO SOME STORIES I LIKED LESS
American Housewife by Helen Ellis
THE BOOK THAT WAS EXCEPTIONALLY WRITTEN BUT I WANTED THE ACTUAL RAILROAD PART TO BE MORE FULLY REALIZED
The Underground Railroad by Colson Whitehead
FUN BOOKS THAT WERE FUN
The Assistants by Camille Perri China Rich Girlfriend by Kevin Kwan
THE BOOK ABOUT BEING SINGLE TOWARD THE MIDDLE OF YOUR LIFE THAT PRETTY MUCH EVERYONE IS GOING TO LOVE WHEN IT COMES OUT
All Grown Up by Jami Attenberg
THE EXCELLENT SHORT STORY COLLECTIONS COMING OUT AROUND THE SAME TIME AS DIFFICULT WOMEN THAT MADE ME JEALOUS AND ALSO SCARED OF THE COMPETITION
Homesick for Another World by Ottessa Moshfegh Always Happy Hour by Mary Miller
THE BOOK THAT WAS NOT MY CUP OF TEA BUT IT’S ME NOT THE BOOK
300 Arguments by Sarah Manguso
THE BOOKS I BLURBED (AND THEREFORE REALLY ENJOYED)
You’re the Most Beautiful Thing That Happened by Arisa White In the Not Quite Dark by Dana Johnson I Almost Forgot About You by Terry McMillan The Red Car by Marcy Dermansky Feminist Baby by Loryn Brantz Lower Ed: The Troubling Rise of For-Profit Colleges in the New Economy by Tressie McMillan Cottom Bruja by Wendy C. Ortiz Sing For Your Life by Daniel Bergner Made for Love by Alissa Nutting
Hi~ hi~ Even though it’s almost 1 am and I should be sleeping 😅 I was scrolling along and saw the post you reblogged with the members in their hogwarts house and I got an scenario idea~ Can you write scenario with Slytherin Yoongi and the reader in Ravenclaw pleeease~??? //Totally not asking specifically because I’m a Ravenclaw psshhhh no way~ 😂😅 Lmao~ Thanks ♡♡♡♡♡
I got sooooo carried away with this one because I freaking LOVED writing it. Honestly, this mash-up was so funnnn ♡ It ended up super long haha so sorry about that. I JUST GOT A TAD EXCITED. It also gets a teensy bit smutty at one point but dw it’s not much. But this was so fun!! I hope you like it!!
Also, I’m gonna dedicate this one to not only you, but also my girl Madelyn of @jinssmile because it was her birthday last week and she’s a Yoongi fan too so YO HAPPY BIRTHDAY MADELYN. ENJOY.
Genre: Fluff, semi-smut, Harry Potter AU Slytherin Yoongi x Ravenclaw Reader Length: 8.1k
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own Harry Potter. None of the settings are mine and all belong to JK Rowling. Gotta say it.
down your robes, watching the countryside zip past the small windows of the
Hogwarts Express. You were only 11 years old, excited and feeling prepared for
your first year at the amazing “school of witchcraft and wizardry”. It had been
a dream come true when your letter had arrived. Your parents were just regular
people, or “muggles” as all the other witches and wizards called them, so they
had thought that the letter was a prank or something when you’d first received
it. But as you’d pulled out the piece of parchment and read what was written in
the curly green inked handwriting, you knew that it was no joke. It felt too
right and explained too much.
Muggleborn, you knew absolutely no one on this train. It was the one thing you
were worried about at this school. You knew that you would be fine with keeping
your grades up, and you weren’t even scared of getting lost, but you’d only
found out you were a witch less than two months ago. How were you going to fit
in here? The others would’ve surely been raised to expect a life at this school
since they were tiny, so would they really accept someone as clueless as you?
You’d read up on as much as you could about the school and about magic before
you came here so you hoped that you knew enough to at least appear like you were well-versed in all
of this you were determined to approach this new experience with zero concerns.
You were confident it would turn out okay, so you decided to focus on how
amazing all this was. You couldn’t wait to get there, but there was still a
long way to go before you reached Hogwarts – you’d really only just left the
station. You were fairly sure that you were allowed to have stayed in your normal
clothing for a while longer but you were too excited to put on your new robes
to wait. You eyed the logo on the front of your robes happily, a small smile
appearing on your lips. You were really going. It wasn’t all some crazy dream.
The doors to
your carriage opened suddenly and you jumped, looking up to see who it was.
There was an Asian boy standing in the opening, a lazy smile on his face. From
this distance both his hair and his eyes looked jet black, even darker than his
robes. His skin looked white as sugar in stark contrast to the rest of these
dark colours. He looked almost like some kind of demon, but you couldn’t recall
ever reading about them in any of your textbooks. You made a mental note to
look that up once you reached the school and had access to the library. You saw
that under his robes his body was slim but at this young age there was still a
little leftover baby fat in his cheeks, making him look far less intimidating
than you’d originally thought. Those black eyes watched you from where he
stood, one hand still resting on the door to the carriage.
Okay, I have a ton of one-sentence prompts to fill, a gazillion prompt requests and two of these prompts lurking half-finished in my documents folder but YET the Bughead pic for tomorrow’s episode got releashed and Betty’s wandering hand got my mind in dark imaginative places. I thought I was the only thirsty one but I guess there are a lot of us out there so you asked and I happily deliver. This is SIN, this is something I don’t know where it came from. Nevertheless, I hope you all enjoy! <3</b>
“Well, never thought I would
be stood up by Jughead Jones but I guess there’s a first time for everything.” Veronica
mused around the stripped straw of her milkshake, lopsided smirk intact and chocolate
eyes shining in teasing, feeling Archie’s chest vibrate from light laughter
besides her, the back of her arm brushing casually his pec.
Betty rolled her pretty eyes
from across them, the happy grin that she was sporting all day turning even
more delighted. “He’s on his way.” She let them now, abandoning her phone in
the space next to her on the leather seat, its screen still illuminated by the private
chat with Juggie <3 on top, the
kissy emojis she had sent him last depicting her playful and bubbly mood. “They
had a lot to talk with his dad now that everything’s over.” She sighed in
content, still trying to settle down after the emotional roller-coaster of the
previous days, the two other teens on the table nodding in understanding before
all three of them engaged themselves in an easy-going chat about tonight’s
As per queue, the
characteristic chime that indicated the arrival of new customers echoed in the
small diner and Betty whiped her head around, golden locks dancing graciously
around her beautiful face, only for her perpetual grin to turn into a full,
dashing smile, along with rosy cheeks and all, at the sight of her boyfriend,
smiling charmingly back at her and making his way to their now personal booth
in his typical lazy strides.
Wig In A Box - Hedwig and the Angry Inch.// Burn - Hamilton.// Status Quo - Starship.// Get Out and Stay Out - 9 To 5.// Don’t Rain On My Parade - Funny Girl.// So Much Better - Legally Blonde.// Take Me or Leave Me - Rent.// Once And For All - Newsies.// Revolting Children - Matilda.// Man Up! - Book of Mormon.// Rose’s Turn - Gypsy.// The Coolest Girl - A Very Potter Sequel.// Dead Girl Walking (reprise) - Heathers.// Then There Were None - Spring Awakening.
description : you find Negan’s secret porn collection, and he finds you finding his secret porn collection. I wonder what happened next.
Sneaking through the halls, you came across a pair of double doors that looked nicer than the rest. Negan’s room. Your curiosity peaked, you decide to proceed into the room, punishments aside. The darkness within the room swallowed you up, your nerves at an all time high. But it was too late to go back now. Commit, you pussy. If he wanted you dead, you would be dead by now. On the opposite wall of the bed sat a TV on top of a dresser. You knew there was no way the channels were still running, so why the hell did he have it? Invading his privacy further, you opened one of the drawers.
DVDs. Tons of them. ‘April 22 : HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME’, ‘JULY 15 : ALL ASS’. Porn, sex tapes, you couldn’t believe it. But maybe you just could. Your fingers sliding over the cases, ridge by ridge, you came across one labeled, ‘APRIL 29 : LUCILLE’. You glanced behind, making sure the coast was clear. Taking a deep breath, you cracked open the case and fed it to the DVD player above. Within seconds the screen flickered on, exposing a shirtless Negan who appeared front and center after turning on the camera.
“You’ve been a bad, bad girl, Lucille.” Stepping aside, he revealed a woman laying on the bed, completely naked and obviously pleased to be there. Watching on, you saw him flip her onto all fours and aggressively tease her. Although the quality of the video was sub par, you could almost feel him licking her clit with a vicious ferocity. Your eyes sucked to the screen, you adjusted your sitting position and slid a hand beneath your underwear. The way he hovered over her, his muscles twinging with every move, continued to make you wet. As the woman’s moans became faster in the movie, so did your hand motions, your body pleading to trade your hand with Negan’s tongue. Seconds away from climax, you tilted your head back as you spread your juices all over your lips.
“Well holy hell.”
You suddenly froze mid stroke, the deep voice from behind you sending you into a state of shock. Negan. The video continued, the sound of the woman on the screen echoing throughout the room until Negan approached the TV. Stretching out his arm, he turned off the box, silencing the room and boxing her between the dresser and his body.
“Can I help you up? Or are your hands a little full?”
Scrambling to adjust yourself, you adjusted your panties and stood before him, hiding your hands behind your back.
“You dirty girl. You fucking like what you saw?”
“Look, I know I shouldn’t have been in here, I’ve crossed so many lines and broken so many rules. I’ll just leave it’s not a big de-” Before you could escape, he clasped onto your arm, the firm way he held you making you even wetter than you were before.
“Is that what you want? You want me to make you my ‘Lucille’?”
You looked up into his eyes, your everything burning with desire.
“I can’t fucking say yes for you,” he said, waiting for her consent.
“Hit me with your best shot.”
Jerking you back, he tears open your shirt and begins kissing down your figure. Starting with the crook of your neck, down your stomach and stopping right above your slit. Throwing you onto the bed, he paused before continuing his magic.
“Why don’t I give you a souvenir, huh? Some shit to take on the road?” Approaching the corner of the room he pulled out a tripod with a camcorder duct taped to the top, a red button visible on the front. Before you could say anything, he pounced on you once again, kissing you with a force you had never felt before. His tongue weaving in, out and around yours, speaking a language only your mouths understood. He bit your lip, releasing an uncontrollable moan that pressed your body even closer to his. You reached up to remove his shirt, but he had other plans.
“And what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He pinned your arms above your head before slithering down to your prized possessions down below. You remained on your back, your hips squirming with anticipation.
“Look at you, fucking squirming around like that. Can I help you with something?” He looked up, his lips inches from your pussy. “Oh shit,” he slowly approached you, performing a single lick up your slit before looking back up at you. “Is this what you want?” Unable to gather your words, you nodded your head and entangled your fingers within his hair trying to push him back down. “Well I mean,” he went down again, this time circling twice around your clit with the tip of his tongue. “if this is what you want…” holding out no further, he dove into the feast ahead of him. Spelling out the alphabet, every flick creating a heavier sensation throughout her body. To help the cause, he inserted three fingers, wasting no time during the build up. Alternating between licks and pulses, he continued to use his hand and mouth in unison as you began to drip all over his fingers. Your moans quickening along with his pulse, you could feel yourself ready to blow.
“Come on, baby,” he urged between licks, “cum for me. You owe me, so fucking cum for me.”
Your back arching, your moans grew than halted as his few final strokes broke your chords, squirting his face with your mark, your muscles pulsing and clenching around his fingers which remained inside of you until you completely finished.
Finally removing his hand, he wiggled his fingers, examining the cum before licking a finger.
“I fucking take pride in my work.”
Still trying to recover, you remained on the bed, your eyes closed. He stood and walked to the camera in the corner, wiping what remained on the back of his jeans.
“Now this,” he said removing a disk from the camera, “this shit is for you.” Removing a marker from his pocket, he jotted something down, tossed it on the bed next to you and headed for the door.
“Now you can start your own collection. To be continued.” With a chuckle, he left the room closing the door behind you.
With your breath finally back, you reached for the DVD. Laughing to yourself, you read his caption.