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my thoughts on Arrow 5x19

This gif is an accurate representation of me. Everything I’ve been waiting (rather patiently, if I do say so myself… as someone who doesn’t come by patience naturally, I think I’ve done a pretty swell job this whole last year *pats self on back*) is finally starting to happen. I’m hesitant to say it’s more glorious than I imagined, because I tried very hard not to imagine anything specific, but it’s pretty damn glorious and I couldn’t be more pleased. 

  • Felicity had The Best wardrobe this whole episode. When I saw that red dress at the beginning I literally gasped
  • Curtis is definitely veering towards annoying with all his quips and babbling, but the Airplane! quote at the top of the show made me chuckle. Yes, it was bad timing. But I still enjoyed it. 
  • It’s more than a bit nerve-wracking to watch Felicity dance on the line like she did in this episode. Like Oliver, I want to protect her and I found myself constantly gasping and going “oh no!” and “ack! Felicity!” but in the end I’m all “that’s my baby, I’m so proud” so it all worked out.
  • The best way to describe Oliver in this episode is “Shook”. The best way to describe Diggle is “Shook Pt. 2″
  • I’m snickering at the boys being at odd ends because their wives are going rogue on them. 
  • Also: Felicity and Lyla crossing paths and sniping at each other is equal parts delightfully entertaining and nerve-wracking. Is this going to put a damper on future double dates? 
  • I’m pretty #TeamLyla most of the time, but not telling Dig and Oliver that they’d moved Caden was… a bad move. Very bad move. SOOOOO bad. C’mon, Lyla. Don’t be that way. 
  • Even though, seeing Diggle and Lyla at odds makes me feel uncomfortable and I just want to yell “Don’t get divorced, mom and dad!”
  • Rene was my pumpkin cupcake this episode.
  • I’ve really grown to love him this season and the FEELINGS I had last night were off the charts. 
  • Is it just me or has Rene become Quentin’s honorary kid? I’m all for this, btw. If you ask me, it’s a step up from his last child. 
  • Oliver drinking
  • GUYS. Oliver just does NOT drink. A shot here and there, maybe a celebratory toast or a beer with OTA. But this is a man who needs to be in control 100% of the time. He never sits down with a bottle like he did last night. I’m shook
  • That is how upset he was about facing off with Felicity. That’s how much he didn’t mean “don’t count on it”. That’s how much he loves her and wants her safe and her soul intact and it’s just killing him, the distance between them and OMG I HAVE ALL THE FEELS. 
  • I think I officially have too many feels to adequately discuss this episode. All that’s coming out of my brain are whale noises. 
  • The moment Dig said “I’m not the man she was gonna marry” I think I stopped breathing and I didn’t start again for the rest of the episode. 
  • You know that gif where the person’s eating popcorn and they stop with their hand halfway to their mouth and they’re just O.O? That was me. 
  • Actually, no, I was Oliver. He froze and then, slowly, looked at Dig like “omg wtf did you just say to me?”
  • The engagement was OFFICIALLY brought up. And it was everything I wanted it to be. Olicity is off pause, folks. We’re hitting the play button. The fast forward in some spots. THE WAIT IS OVER. 
  • The scene in the loft was so much better than I was expecting. I was NOT expecting Felicity to bust out the “one of the reasons I fell in love with you” thing. YEP. The pedal is to the metal. We’re full speed ahead!
  • And how her voice softened? And she stepped closer? The TENSION in that scene was amazing. I’m giddy. 
  • There was the whole blue laser face-off that was equally hot and sad and amazing. 
  • And the final face-off in the bunker… My heart hurt for BOTH of them here. She absolutely believes he doesn’t trust her. She doesn’t realize he doesn’t trust himself. It’s all gonna come out. BRING ON 5x20! 

I’m gonna go fan myself and find something chocolate to eat. I need to recover. What a heck of an episode! 

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“It could be the hidden side of you; I think making movies is a great way to release that. I think it is important to be honest with that, and have fun with it.”

Happy Birthday, Ang Lee!

Women Like You- Thomas Shelby

*Some of you may have noticed that Peaky Week was interrupted and I really am sorry. Family drama and schoolwork pushed me away from writing for a bit, but I’m back now. I originally planned a surprise for you guys, but now I’ll post it tomorrow as an ‘I’m sorry’ gift. My geat friend @kill-thy-zombie-babies gave me this idea and I feel kinda bad for not putting as much time into it as I would have liked. Also, special thanks to @bonniebirdsgifcentre for the Tommy Gif. xoxox*


Your plan had not gone completely according to schedule. The strategy was to seduce your target- a despicable local politician who had gotten on the wrong side of a rich customer-, get him to take you home, and take him out quietly with the help of a gun suppressor. Everything went suitably up to getting to his home. You had caught his eyes at his third cousin’s wedding earlier that evening, and it didn’t take more than a flashy smile and letting him get you a drink to have him lusting after you. It was supposed to be a piece of cake, killing an unexpected target, but you could tell this wasn’t the first assassination attempt on him. Before you could even pull out your gun, he was reaching up your dress to search for your holster. Luckily, a good kick to the face got him down long enough for a hectic but fulfilled job. You tried to straighten out your appearance and prepare yourself for a casual exit, but before you were ready, you could hear a loud pounding on the front door, the police. That’s all it took for you to bolt out his apartment window and down the fire escape.

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A Friendship Caught Fire chapter 11

A huge apology to all followers of my story. I had a computer crash and lost all that I had written so far. It was really hard to find the motivation to get back to writing after this. The following chapter is my struggle back into the story and I hope you’ll enjoy it anyway. I’ll try to update regularly again!

Hell in the city of Angels

The next month is hell. Sam isn’t sure whether it is luck or tragedy, but they’re separated for most of the filming. Sam is filming the worst scenes of the whole series. Jamie gets tortured and raped by Black Jack Randall and although he is grateful for the challenge of his acting, the stress of it and the emotional drain is slowly wearing him down. He comes home exhausted and it is getting harder and harder to shake off the feeling of sickness and depression, especially since Cait is not there. They haven’t talked since they came home, at least not privately. Not once outside the few scenes they had to film with each other.

Sam feels her eyes resting on him when they part after each scene. More than once she comes after him, when he leaves the set, but he almost runs to his trailer, doesn’t look around and closes the door behind him before she can reach him. He hasn’t answered her phone calls or texts either.

He just can’t.

It’s not that he is pouting or that he wants to behave like a child, but he just can’t talk to her. He doesn’t know what to say and he’s afraid he will break down and beg her to come back to him or – even worse – cry. Because that’s how he feels. Utter despair has taken hold of him. He hasn’t been as heartbroken over a breakup ever and he is feeling guilty. She wanted them to take things lightly. She wanted them to not rush into a relationship, because she knew the danger behind it all and yet he managed to fall in love with her head over heels and so completely that it left him unguarded and unprotected. Now he he has to pick up the pieces of his heart somehow without her noticing. Without anyone noticing. He goes to the gym daily, sometimes even twice a day. It’s the only way to release part of the stress.

The wrap of the season comes and with it the wrap party. Sam is so relieved, that it is finally over, that he allows himself to get thoroughly drunk and so does Cait. And finally, with booze clouding his mind, they can chat and laugh with each other again. Their defences are down, everything is bathed in a warm light due to buzz and exhaustion. As the evening goes on, they inevitably get closer, drawn to each other like magnets. Not long and she cuddles into him, he has his arm around her, leans close to her, smells her perfume and breathes her in. He feels her hand on his thigh, her breast squashed into his chest and his own hand is resting at her waist, moving slowly down to her hip, spreading and pushing her closer to him. Ron takes a picture of them and many weeks later Sam will laugh about his expression and how utterly wasted he looks.

There’s no way any of them is going home alone tonight. Sam knows it and Cait knows it, too. Luckily Maril is so drunk herself, that she doesn’t notice anything around her any more, so when the two of them call it a night and say their goodbyes to everyone, no one seems to notice or care that they’re leaving the party together. It’s not the first time anyway after all. Davie drives them and that’s a good thing, because he’s more discrete than the other drivers and doesn’t comment when Sam tells him he doesn’t need to wait for him at Cait’s flat. He just drives off and they stumble up the stairs to her apartment. They start kissing and making out before they even reach her door and almost break Cait’s key in their drunken attempt to open her door while fumbling with their clothes.

Finally they get the door open and Sam closes it behind them with a bang that makes Cait giggle. They’re a mess, leaving a trail of clothes behind them on their way to the bedroom, stumbling and fumbling drunkenly and giggling hysterically while bumping into furniture and the walls.

When they fall onto her bed a few seconds later, they both sigh. Sam is feeling slightly delirious, his mind is clouded by drink, by sensation, lust and love. He’s kissing her sloppily, hungry, wet kisses on every part of skin he can reach. He can’t get enough. His lips travel lower, suck at the underside of her breasts and lower still over her belly, her navel to her hip.

He can’t remember later how it all ends, what he does, what she does, how they respond to each other, how they come together, how they join and then move with each other. But when it happens, it’s completion. It’s white light and explosion and starlight and it is the most powerful release he’s ever had. He doesn’t remember anything beyond that, just how they cling to each other and that he must have felt asleep like that. In a tight embrace, holding on for dear life.

The next morning he leaves before she wakes up. He leaves a message. It takes him ages to write it.

“Dear Cait” it says. “You want a break and I will respect that. I’m giving you space, if space it what you need. But I’m only a call away. I’ll be in LA the next months. Love, Sam”


LA is it’s usual self. Hot, dusty, huge. He’s visiting friends. Amy and Lauren, of course and Luke and his girlfriend also fly over. They’re having silly fun. He’s drinking too much, partying too much, having too much sun. But he’s also feeling more and more relaxed. Only now he is comprehending how much the long months of filming have worn him out and how much he has needed this break from Jamie. The fans go into a frenzy when he’s filmed with Amy, trying out the “Dirty Dancing” lift in a pool. Sometimes he just doesn’t get all the attention. What do they want from him? Amy is cool about it, thank God. She just shrugs it off, that all the sudden she is getting hate on social media and all because of him. “You’re a star now, Babes,” she says and laughs, but he is embarrassed and uncomfortable.

Cait hasn’t called, but she texts him from time to time. Friendly things, sometimes funny, sometimes just asking if he’s OK and having fun. It’s not deeply personal, but it’s better than nothing. Of course he can’t stop his heart to beat faster and jumping into his throat every time he sees a text from her. That much hasn’t changed. He’s waiting for her call, but less and less he is expecting it.

He snaps when he hears she is seen with a dark haired guy all the time. That’s when he agrees to go to a few events with some girl he barely knows. His PR agent has advised him that he needs to be seen with a woman. He has always laughed such stuff off, but this time he goes to a Halloween party with the girl. It bombs. He’s usually good with people and can talk to almost everyone, but he really has nothing to say to her nor has she to him. If it wasn’t so annoying, he would laugh about her bored face on all the pictures. Unfortunately he has agreed to do at least three events with her and so he does, but he’s convinced they both breathe a sigh of relief when they can go their separate ways again. He swears he won’t do fake Hollywood relationship buzz again.

It’s the moment he knows he has to go out of here. A few weeks in Los Angeles and he feels as if his identity is taken from him and the earth pulled from under his feet. It’s unreal, fake and all political. He’s longing for Scotland. For the nice bubble of filming and love, that he and Cait had for a while. Where has it disappeared to? What has he become?

So he flees for a bit. He drives to Big Sur, goes climbing. All alone and he finally can breathe again. He decides that the LA scene just isn’t for him.

When he comes back it’s time for the BAFTA tea. Sam is nervous and excited, because he knows he will see Cait again. He even can’t contain himself and tweets “Guess, who I am gonna see tonight? #Sassenach” on twitter. The fans are delighted and it warms his heart to read their enthusiasm.

She is classy as always. And so beautiful it takes his breath away. Just a look at her and he is all back where he was, enchanted, entranced, in love. They can’t really talk privately, but it is good to stand next to her, feel her smiling eyes on him, hear her laugh and smell her perfume. He wonders what goes on in her head. As usual she is better at hiding her feelings as he is. They have to be professionals and to answer questions and he later wonders what he said. His mind certainly wasn’t in it, it was all with her. How beautiful she looks and how much he wants to talk to her. Really talk to her.

But then the party is over and before he’s able to say something, she is hustled off by some people. Her friends are there, Karolyna, of course and Trouble, too. Also a dark haired guy, that Cait introduces to him off handedly as “Tony”. His heart feels like ice all the sudden. Is that him? Is that the guy he has heard about?

He bites the inside of his cheeks and musters a smile to all three of them. He knows he has a glass face when it comes to her. He won’t show his disappointment, he has some pride after all. So, when Cait hugs him, he leans in in what he think is a casual manner and also manages to suppress the urge to kiss her neck, that is so invitingly close to his lips. He closes his eyes for only a second, then he straightens and smiles at her. This is it. Friends. He has to accept it.

But then, right before she turns around to Karolyna, she touches his arm. “I call you tonight,” she says quietly. And just like that hope is back.


Gender: Masculine

Planet: Mars

Element: Fire

Spiritual Attributes: Riches, courage, strength. Use the leaves in money sachets, incenses and spells. A stimulant. Green tea is rich in antioxidants, and other youth enhancing compounds. The leaves can be used in scrying. Use in talismans for courage or strength. Use as a base for lust drinks.

Medical Uses: It prevents strep throat and influenza when used as a mouthwash.The tea plant contains natural fluorine and the catechin glucosyl transferase which stops cavities, destroying the cariogenic bacteria that cause plaque and oral bacteria which produce bad breath. Reduces the risk of all cancers and inhibits the growth of cancer cells without harming healthy tissue.

call out post: rasputin, russia's greatest love machine

- drinking
- lusting
- hunger for power

idk just think something’s gotta be done about this outrageous man :/

cherryb0mb79  asked:

BEEP: Saito > Chizuru 21 / 11 / 14 A long confession text that wasn't ultimately sent. During their special ops mission, Saito had typed a well thought-out a text to the unexpectedly lovely undercover geisha, but every time he started to hit "Send" he was interrupted. Chizuru's phone was lying on the tatami mat nearby, blowing up with FB Messenger notifications. From men harassing Chizuru. Sending her pictures of their... shortswords. She really ought to be more careful with privacy settings.

Okaaaaaaaaaay. So we are going seriously AU here:  forget letters, this is the Edo period with cell phones! And we are not going to think about that too hard, right?  👘⚔️ … with cell phones … 

For those who want extra visual context, please see the Hakuouki Anime OVA, Episode 2. The setting is the Sumi, a restaurant located in Kyoto’s red light district. Chizuru has dressed up as a geisha in order to spy on Choshu rebels. Most of the Shinsengumi captains have found either reasons or excuses to be in the building.  

Saito and Yamazaki have volunteered to watch over Chizuru. Unfortunately, nobody expected Chizuru to be so lovely in her geisha attire or considered her effect on impressionable clients and Shinsengumi alike.

Memories of Unspoken Love ~ Saito Hajime

Yukimura-san - 

Saito hesitated, then nodded to himself. Yes, it was appropriate to use the honorific given the subject he intended to broach.  Besides, if he hesitated over every word then this text, expressing his sincere (but polite) admiration for her, would never get sent.  Seeing her this evening looking so beautiful had shaken him, but had also strengthened his resolve.  He took a deep breath, trying not to waste even more time dwelling on her shapely neck or the way that the fine material had somehow emphasized her delicate bones or–

He stared down at the one word (plus honorific) printed on the screen.  He could do this.

I am sending this to tell you that I admire your courage

Did he dare write his honest thoughts?  Some of them, at least?  Saito wiped a faint sheen of sweat from his palms, something he rarely had to do. 

–your courage for undertaking such a potentially troublesome task.

He couldn’t bring himself to say “and beauty”.  It was probably too forward in any event.

I realize that you may not have wanted to dress in such attire this evening; it may even be that you dislike it.  However, I want you to know–


Saito stared at the small pouch beside him.  Chizuru–ah, Yukimura–had apparently left her cell phone in her bag, whether by design or by accident. Well, hopefully it would not ring or beep too much and he could–

#Beep!  #Beep! … #Beep! … #Beep! #Beep!

This was ridiculous–or?  Maybe Yukimura was in trouble and she or somebody else was trying to signal him?  Or it was some other emergency? Either way, he couldn’t concentrate on his text with such infernal noise.

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Boney M
There lived a certain man in Russia long ago
He was big and strong, in his eyes a flaming glow
Most people looked at him with terror and with fear
But to Moscow chicks he was such a lovely dear
He could preach the bible like a preacher
Full of ecstacy and fire
But he also was the kind of teacher
Women would desire

Lover of the Russian queen
There was a cat that really was gone
Russia’s greatest love machine
It was a shame how he carried on

He ruled the Russian land and never mind the Czar
But the kasachok he danced really wunderbar
In all affairs of state he was the man to please
But he was real great when he had a girl to squeeze
For the queen he was no wheeler dealer
Though she’d heard the things he’d done
She believed he was a holy healer
Who would heal her son

Lover of the Russian queen
There was a cat that really was gone
Russia’s greatest love machine
It was a shame how he carried on

But when his drinking and lusting and his hunger
for power became known to more and more people,
the demands to do something about this outrageous
man became louder and louder.

“This man’s just got to go!” declared his enemies
But the ladies begged “Don’t you try to do it, please”
No doubt this Rasputin had lots of hidden charms
Though he was a brute they just fell into his arms
Then one night some men of higher standing
Set a trap, they’re not to blame
“Come to visit us” they kept demanding
And he really came

Lover of the Russian queen
They put some poison into his wine
Russia’s greatest love machine
He drank it all and he said “I feel fine”

Lover of the Russian queen
They didn’t quit, they wanted his head
Russia’s greatest love machine
And so they shot him till he was dead

[Spoken:] Oh, those Russians…
What happened?
I was drunk and you
Had a misguided smile
I was lonely and you
Held your arms wide open
I was drowning sorrows and you
Took away the shot glass
And maybe it was
the tequila talking
but I thought you were safe
You spent all night
Taking care of me
Then we were alone
And behind that smile
Were razor sharp teeth
And now it makes sense
How Lucifer could be
Evil incarnate
And somehow still be
God’s favorite.
—  Smiles hold secrets by a.k.s (mine, please do not remove caption)
I should take them off, shouldn’t I?

Pure smut for @for-the-love-of-dean, as a very belated birthday fic.

John x named!reader, the reader is called Amanda ‘cause this is for her.

Amanda prompted me with this line: “My eyes are the only thing I don’t want to take off of you.”

And I worked in this excellent NSFW imagine by @manawhaat, who kindly and amazingly agreed to beta this utter filth.

Warnings: NSFW gif below the cut, smut, dom!John, sub!reader, super light bondage, little bit of praise!kink, edging, sir!kink, unprotected sex (wrap up in real life guys).

Tags: @jinnythegreat @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash @katnharper @thing-you-do-with-that-thing @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog @deandoesthingstome @adriellej @crowley-trash @kittenofdoomage @aprofoundbondwithdean @sunriserose1023 @crzcorgi @classy-sassyandsmartassy @mrswhozeewhatsis @faith-in-dean @icecream-and-gadreel

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“The shoes are too much, right?” You looked yourself up and down in the mirror of the motel room, before looking over your shoulder at John,“I should take them off, shouldn’t I?” You motioned to your feet. You were certain as you said it, you didn’t need heels to bait a werewolf, the dress made you irresistible all on it’s own. It was a sexy little number, a deep shade of midnight blue that hugged your curves and revealed your toned legs. Those legs that served you well as a hunter didn’t need heels to stand out. Besides, if you had to run, flats were a much better option, and during your first hunt with the legendary Winchester, you didn’t want to risk anything and make a fool of yourself.

His hazel eyes, clouded with hunger, scanned your form from where he sat at the table, plastic cup of whiskey in his hand, his gun freshly oiled and polished on the table in front of him. John’s jaw clenched, his grasp tightening around the cup he’d surely crush if he kept on squeezing.

“Sweetheart,” his gruff voice rumbled from deep in his firm chest, "my eyes are the only thing I don’t want to take off of you.”

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