flipping effect

  • Shepard: So yeah this one time I had to seduce an ardat-yakshi
  • Liara: *spits out drink* you fuckinf WHAT
  • Shepard: yeah she nearly got me lmao it was pretty close
  • Liara: Y-
  • Liara: YOU-
  • Liara: WHAT
  • Shepard: hey it's chill the justicar I was working with killed her
  • Liara: WHAT THE FUCK SHEPARD

This is the story of two internet friends.
They met on a message board one night and soon became fast friends. They spoke with each other for years and years and years and one day they decided to meet up in real life. They quickly figured out a time and place to meet up in a city that was an equal distance between them. It was a public place and they were both on time but they couldn’t see the other.

So they each sent a message to the other asking where they were. Both of them were convinced the other was lying so they each took a picture of a nearby landmark and sent it. Confusion came on both their parts since they were literally standing on top of each other but they still couldn’t see the other.

They eventually figured out that they lived in parallel universes and that the internet was what connected them and allowed them to speak.

Passive Magick [Part 1]

As a witch who works full time, suffers from a couple of chronic illnesses, and has two furbabies to care for, I’m finding that I have little time or physical energy to carry out full blown rituals or spells when practicing magick. For a long time, I felt like I was neglecting my practice because I wasn’t “doing enough” until I realized that you can be a witch and do spells with a minimal amount of tools and supplies. I’m not necessarily saying that you don’t need to put in just as much effort, but there are plenty of ways to practice magick in a minimalistic manner.

  • Correspondences - while it’s totally fine to have a physical grimoire that’s beautifully written, it’s not always time effective to flip through pages and pages of notes just to find a correspondence for an item you want to use, regardless of how organized you are. This is where technology comes in. I use OneNote for my grimoire - it’s an app that can be synced across various platforms such as your PC, smartphone, and tablet. There’s the option to add tabs at the top of the page (when using it on a PC), which is great for organizing your grimoire by subject. There’s also a search function, which comes in handy when you want to do magick on the go or need to quickly and easily find something.
  • Apps - I’d dare to say that most people have some kind of smartphone these days, so if you do, find some apps that you can use in your practice. Some of my favorites for Android include Phases of the Moon, Aquarius2Go, Galaxy Tarot and Galaxy Runes, and Runic Formulas.
  • Pre-spell Preparation - if you’ve been practicing for a while, you probably have an idea of the kinds of spells you like to do the most, whether they’re for protection, cleansing, relaxation, peace, grounding, cursing, whatever. With that being said, stock up on various ingredients that you know you’ll use, and separate them based on intent. In the same sense, you can prepare and charge various spell components ahead of time so that they’re ready to use when you need them - things like moon water, powders, and oil blends come to mind. I tend to do a lot of spells for success, so I’ve made a success oil in the form of a roll on perfume that I keep with me at all times - it contains a few different essential oils that match my intent (and are skin safe), a carrier oil, and some gem chips that keep it charged. I dab a little bit on the insides of my wrists when I need a boost, and sometimes I’ll even use it to draw sigils on myself that also match my intent.
  • Use items you already have - this bit is especially useful if you’re trying to cut down on the cost of “made for magick” items, i.e. things you’d find in a metaphysical store. There are tons of household items that can be used for magick that you likely already have - tea bags, herb blends for cooking, vinegar, body wash and soap, perfume, distilled water, etc. You can use these items as is, or combine them to make whatever you need. [disclaimer & warning: be smart about it, don’t go around mixing bleach and vinegar]
  • Speaking of using stuff you already have: Find out the correspondences of the things lying around your house and combine mundane action with magick. Gotta take a shower? Need to clean the house? Time to cook dinner? Figure out the correspondences of the stuff you’re using and make a quick and easy spell out of it. 
    • I tend to do bath magick a lot - everyone has to bathe at some point, so why not make it magickal? Places like Bath & Body Works and Lush are really good about listing the herbal and floral ingredients they use in their products, so pick a few of your favorites and go to town!
    • I use a Swiffer WetJet for the kitchen and bathroom - the liquid cleaning agent that I buy for it smells like lavender, so not only am I physically cleansing my space, I’m also inviting peaceful and relaxing energy into it. 
    • When I go to buy a new candle, I open up my OneNote grimoire and quickly find the correspondences of the color and scent and use it accordingly - so not only does my house smell good, it’s also filled with a particular energy based on the correspondences of the candle. 
    • When cooking, look up the correspondences for both the meal as a final product and the ingredients that go into it - I use olive oil a lot, so sometimes I’ll even draw a sigil in the bottom of the pan or dish to add a little boost.

Look out for part 2 of this post, where I’ll be making an actual list of various ways to perform passive magick and incorporate it into your daily routine.

İlk Aşk Filmleri Listesi

I Give My First Love To You (Dram / Romantik)

Takuma Kakinouchi, çocukluğundan beri kalp sorunlarıyla hastaneye kaldırılmaktadır. Takuma ve Mayu Taneda'nın hikayesi işte burada başlar: Hastanedeki kardiyoloğunun kızı olan Mayu ile 8 yaşında tanışan Takuma, gün geçtikçe küçük kızla arkadaş olur. Geçen zamanla birlikte gittikçe yakınlaşsalar da; Takuma kendini kasten Mayu'dan uzak tutmaya başlar çünkü 20 yaşından sonra kalbinin daha ne kadar dayanacağını bilmemektedir. İki genç büyüdükçe ve aralarındaki bağlar güçlendikçe, hikayeleri de çözülmeye başlayacaktır ancak Takuma, Mayu'ya sekiz yaşındayken tutamayacağı bir söz vermiştir.

The Butterfly Effect (Bilim Kurgu / Gizem)

Çocukluğundan gelen korkunç hatıralarıyla mücadele etmek zorunda kalan genç bir adam zaman içinde geçmişe yolculuk yapabildiğini ve olayları değiştirebildiğini keşfeder. Ne var ki her değişiklik hem kendi hayatını hemde çevresindeki insanların hayatını büyük ölçüde etkilemektedir. Üstelik de çoğu zaman beklenenin tam aksine.

Flipped (Dram / Komedi / Romantik)

Bryce ve Julie ikinci sınıfta tanışmıştır. Küçük Juli, Bryce'ın hayatına girmesi ile ilk aşkını da tatmış olur. Ancak durum Bryce için aynı değildir. Kızlardan korkan, utangaç ve sıkılgan Bryce, her ne kadar Juli'yi kaybetmek istemese de, kızın ısrarı ve “hayır” cevabını kabul etmemesi canını sıkmaktadır.  Aradan geçen altı yıl boyunca Juli ve Bryce için işler daha da zorlaşır. Karşı evlerde oturan ve aynı okula devam eden Juli ve Bryce artık ergenlik çağına girmişlerdir. Zaman zaman birbirlerinden uzaklaşsalar da, aralarında hala bir bağ vardır.

Jeux D’enfants (Komedi / Dram / Romantik)

Annesi kanser ve ölmek üzere olan Julien Janvier ve göçmenliğin zorluğu ile başa çıkmaya çalışan Sophie Kowalsky arasında özel bir bağ vardır. Bu bağ oynadıkları cesaret oyunu sayesinde güçlenmektedir. Oyun icabı her biri sırasıyla, diğerine cesaret gerektiren, sınava sütyenle gitmek, okulun en sert çocuğunu tokatlamak gibi, zorlu görevler vermektedir. Zamanla hayatın zorlukları da bu oyunun bir parçası haline gelmektedir. Bu oyun iki arkadaş arasında büyük bir aşkı alevlendirirken aynı şekilde birbirlerine kavuşmalarına da engel olmaktadır.

Ma Premiere Fois (Dram / Romantik)

En başlarda birbirlerinden hoşlanmayan 18 yaşındaki Sarah ile 20 yaşındaki Zachary birbirlerine aşık olurlar. Ancak farklı iki aileden geliyor olmaları ve Zachary’nin okulda yaşadığı problemler aşklarının önünde bir engel olarak belirir. Engellere rağmen gelişen bu ilk aşk hayatlarında derin bir iz bırakacaktır.

My Girl (Dram / Romantik / Komedi)

On bir yaşındaki Vada'nın hayatı, babası Harry'nin kozmetikçi Shelly ile evlenmeye karar vermesiyle bir anda kararıyor. Vada, küçük bir kasabada yaşayan ve zamanının çoğunu bir erkek olan en iyi arkadaşıyla geçiren ve hastalıklardan korkan bir kızdır. En iyi arkadaşının ölümü üzerine hayatı başka bir açıdan görmeye başlıyor.

The Notebook (Dram / Romantik)

Sararmış bir not defterinden anlatılan ve yıllar önceden kopup gelen bir aşk hikayesi. 40'lı yıllarda ABD, Kuzey Karolayna'daki sahil kasabası Seabrook'a genç bir kız gelir. Ailesiyle geçireceği sakin bir yazı hayal eden Allie bir karnavalda tanıştığı Noah'la yakınlaşır. Noah kızı gördüğü anda hayatını birleştirmesi gereken insan olduğunu anlar.Genç kız zengin bir aileden geldiği ve delikanlı da değirmende çalışan bir işçi olduğu halde geleceği hiç düşünmeden rüya gibi bir yaz geçirirler ve iyice aşık olurlar. II. Dünya Savaşı'nın kızıştığı bir dönemde hayat, aşıkları ayırıverir. Sevdiği kızı aklından hiç çıkarmamış olan Noah savaştan döner. Oysa Allie gönüllü olarak çalıştığı bir askeri hastanede tanıştığı Lon ile evlenmek üzeredir.

13 Going On 30 (Komedi / Fantastik / Romantik)

Çoğu insan için, 13 yaş daha dün gibidir. Jenna Rink içinse, bu, gerçeğin ta kendisi. 1987 yılıdır ve Jenna 13 yaşında, kadınlığın eşiğinde bir genç kızdır. Sorun şudur ki yetişkinlik çabucak gelmemektedir. Jenna anne babası tarafından bunaltılmakta, okulun popüler çocukları ve adını bile doğru dürüst bilmeyen aşkı tarafından görmezden gelinmektedir. En iyi arkadaşı ve komşusu Matt Flamhaff’ten başka zaman geçirecek kimsesinin olmamasından sıkılan Jenna, 13. yaş gününe okulun havalı çocuklarını davet eder. Ama parti tam bir felakettir. “Cennette Yedi Dakika” oyunu için dolaba kilitlenen Jenna orada tek başına bırakılır ve kendini küçük düşmüş hisseder. Dolapta yalnız kalan Jenna tüm kalbiyle bir dilek tutar: Bir yetişkin olsam da, hep istediğim hayata kavuşsam diye geçirir içinden. Mucizevi bir şekilde dileği gerçek olur. 

A Walk To Remember (Dram / Romantik)

İçinde bulunduğu çetenin başı belaya girince Landon Carter, bir anda kendini okul tiyatrosunda sahnelenecek bir oyunun içinde bulur. Burada karşılaşacağı sessiz ve kendi halinde bir kız olan Jamie'ye aşık olması ise tüm hayatını tümüyle değiştirecektir.

Pansy was sitting in her seat beside Potter. It was their makeup seventh year and the new Transfiguration teacher had given them assigned seats. Pansy far preferred McGonagall, but she had gone on to be Headmistress and they were stuck with Professor What’s His Name. She couldn’t be bothered to learn it. When the professor said he’d be seating them in interhouse pairs, she hoped she’d be lucky enough to sit next to Granger. She wasn’t. So instead she watched from afar.

Granger was copying notes from the board. Her body curled over the desk as if she were trying to encircle it. The position made her hair fall into her face. A curtain of dark frizz. Pansy wanted to brush it back for her–perhaps braid it or slick it into a ponytail–or at least offer her an elastic. Then the girl ran a flustered hand from her forehead to the nape of her neck, effectively flipping the bushy hair out of her way.

“Beautiful,” Pansy whispered under her breath.

“Huh?” Potter asked ever-so-eloquently, eyes flicking to Pansy from where they rested on Draco–Granger’s table partner. Draco was taking copious notes as well. Pansy could almost make out his calligraphic scrawl from her seat.

“The studious ones are always the easiest to fall for, aren’t they? And the hardest to get over,” Pansy said, cocking her head in the direction of the two attentive students.

Potter blinked. “I don’t have a crush on Hermione if that’s what you’re getting at.”

Pansy snorted. “That’s not at all what I’m getting at. And anyways, Granger’s gay.”

Potter went as red as his Gryffindor tie. “Don’t say that about her.”

“Cool it, Golden Boy. It wasn’t an insult. But maybe that internalized homophobia is why you can’t see you have a crush on Draco.”

“Malfoy? Are you bonkers? Just because you think he’s the greatest thing on Earth doesn’t mean I have to.”

Pansy laughed then. “Potter, if you were paying any attention you’d know it’s Granger I like. Draco has a sharp wit but the wrong equipment.”

Potter looked as if he’d been slapped. “What?”

“Oh, shut your mouth. Like it’s that shocking.” She knew, however, that it was shocking because every person she’d come out to had said, “you’re too pretty to be gay”. Bullshit. As if her looks had anything to do with her desire to fuck girls. Or cuddle with them. Or whisper sweet nothings into their ears. Or–

Pansy had found she turned into a Hufflepuff when she got too caught up in her fantasies, so she effectively shut them off. It wouldn’t do to have her reputation ruined–even internally.

Pansy brushed aside her ridiculous musings. “Potter, I have a proposition for you.”

His gaze darkened. “No thanks. I don’t take propositions from Slytherins.”

“And I thought we were getting on so well,” Pansy said sweetly before dropping the sugary expression. “Give it a rest, will you? The war’s over. And we weren’t all Death Eaters.”

“You tried to turn me in to Voldemort,” Potter pointed out.

Pansy swallowed down the bile that rose in her throat. “Details, details. Just hear me out. You’re good friends with Granger, and I’m good friends with Draco. What do you say we work together to woo our love interests?”

“I have no interest in dating Mal–”

“Potter, you haven’t taken your eyes off him since he sat down. Actually, you had your eyes on him as he sat down as well.”

“That’s because–”

“Because you were checking out his arse. And you’re blushing like crazy–”

“I am not!”

“–WHICH, may I note, you did not do when you thought I was talking about Granger.”

“Only because–”

“What if I told you he likes you, too?”

Potter shut his mouth. He ran a hand through his unruly hair. It wasn’t as cute as when Granger did it. He bit his lip. “Fine. We can work together. But you can’t tell anyone about this.”

“Potter, who in Merlin’s name would I want to tell? It’s not like I’m proud of allying with a bloody Gryffindor.”

“Whatever. Just…keep it quiet.”

“Same, Scarhead.” The bell rung and the two went their separate ways.

x*x*X*x*x

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“Shattered” - Nessian

“Harder, Sweetheart,” His voice. That insufferable voice that held command, power, arrogance, and everything in between made her fingers twitch. Nesta let out a small groan, her fingers digging into the dirt, before she lifted her arm up. 

The Illyrian female grinned and yanked her back up, almost pulling her shoulder out. She’d gotten used to that bit of roughness. Nesta learned to take it as a sign that they liked her - or at least this one female. 

“You heard the Commander,” She taunted, before her fist flew through the air. It was still too fast. She was still getting used to her newly found senses. Everything was louder, faster, closer, and it was too much. 

Nesta yelped as the fist connected with her face, effectively flipping her over. The female was pinning her down in a second, her sun dyed hair falling over her eyes. She grinned, her russet brown skin glistening from sweat. Her knee pressed into Nesta’s back, making the latter groan. “Harder, Sweetheart” The female mocked, popping up. 

Nesta clenched her teeth together tightly, but she stayed down. The female looked back and gave her a mock salute, before practically sashaying away. Nesta closed her eyes, rolling onto her back, her fists shaking. 

Cassian reached his hand out and Nesta smacked it away, before slowly pulling herself to her feet. She brushed her hands over her face, her skin considerably darker due to the time spent in the sun. Training, bleeding, sweating, and then training again. She was not Illyrian. She had their wings, their speed, but she wasn’t one of them. 

“Come on, Sweetheart, you have as much training as they do” Cassian folded his arms, his leathers tightening against his skin. Nesta’s tongue went dry and she shook her head, swallowing slowly. 

“I’m not them. I don’t have the drive, I can’t control these…these things on my back, everything is still too fast. All I am is a punching bag to them. And it’s not their fault. It’s mine,” Nesta squeezed her fists together. Her nails slowly dug into her palms and she tilted her head back, sweat rolling down her neck. 

Cassian’s eyes fluttered down and he raised both his eyebrows, before watching Nesta. Like an experiment that wasn’t exactly doing what he wanted it to do. Cassian tilted his head to the side, giving her a lazy smile. “Well at least you’ve admitted you’re horrible at this” 

Nesta snapped.

They’d spent hours upon hours out here, training. Training to no end. Fists knocking again jaws, feet hooking around ankles, knuckles bleeding, lips bruised. She didn’t feel like herself. Where as the females around her wore their bruises and cuts and the blood dripping from their bodies with pride, she felt like an imposter in her own skin. 

A skin that was no longer hers. A skin that held scars she didn’t deserved, a skin that harbored powers she couldn’t control, a skin that protected a heart that was thumping wildly in her chest. It was all too much.

So Nesta swung her first punch. And it felt good. 

Gasps and shouts filled the air and Nesta pulled back her fist. The skin of two knuckles had cracked open. It turned out Cassian’s jawline could cut skin. Nesta looked at Cassian, who was smirking and rubbing his jaw. “That’s all you got? What are you so angry about Nesta? What’s got you so moody lately, Sweetheart?”

He was baiting her and she found she didn’t care. She had watched him bait the females around her thousands of times. Females who had their wings clipped, who had beaten down all their lives. Cassian worked with their anger, and then he made it disappear. 

Nesta had anger. Just like them. 

She snarled, and faster than she thought was possible, she spun around and slammed the bottom of her boot into his chest. Cassian stumbled back and he grinned, putting his fists out. “That’s more like it, darling. Why are you angry? Tell me”

“I’m angry,” Nesta struggled to breathe. Her teeth were clenched and she wiped her mouth on her sleeve, then all that anger exploded. She ran at Cassian, punching left and right, and screaming, “I’m angry because my father gave up!” Nesta panted, jutting her knee up to hit Cassian in the jaw again. 

Cassian spun around, locking her arms behind her back. Nesta shook her head and she slammed her foot down on his, turning her body to elbow him in the throat. “I’m angry because he left me, alone, hurting, to raise Elain and Feyre. And I couldn’t do it!” Nesta leapt into the air, surprised at how much ground she could cover, before her other fist slammed into Cassian’s chest. Again, and again. 

“I failed Feyre and she knows it. I failed Elain and she knows it. I’m their big sister. They shouldn’t have to worry about all this. I should. I should bear this weight and pain, not them, Cassian, not them!” Tears were streaming down her face. Nesta hiccuped and she slammed her palms against Cassian’s chest, but he had stopped fighting. She growled and pushed against the hard muscle harder, harder, harder. 

“Fight back! Fight back!” The eldest Archeron sister screamed. She gripped his collar and shoved him forward. “I have these powers I don’t deserve! I have these senses I don’t need!” Nesta slammed her clenched fist onto Cassian’s arms, his shoulders, even his neck. She started to claw at him, her sobs choking her. 

“I’m angry because I’m breaking. I’m breaking when everyone needs me whole. I’m breaking inside, and I know this is how Feyre felt! This is how you felt. This is how everyone felt and I finally get it. I finally get this pain, pain that I inflected, over and over again” 

Nesta roared, and her back burned. “Fight back, you coward! Fight me!” Wings shot from her back and it was like thousands and thousands of needles were being pushed and pulled from her skin. The females all jumped back, mostly to avoid the sheer power of the thrust her wings gave. 

Cassian grabbed her arms tightly, almost lifting her off the ground. He cupped her face, pulling her into him. Nesta screamed into his chest and she sobbed, her knees giving out on her. Cassian caught her, careful of her wings. “I got you, Sweetheart, I got you” His fingers rubbed her scalp, slowly tugging and brushing at her hair. 

Nesta shook in his grasp, her nails digging into his fighting leathers. She sniffled, tears still blinding her, still streaming through the dirt on her face. She looked up at Cassian. “Promise?” She whispered, her lip wobbling. 

“I promise, Nesta. I swear it” He pressed his lips against the side of her head, holding her as tight as she needed him to hold her. Her father was supposed to have her, to protect her. Her mother was supposed to, as well. She wasn’t supposed to have grown up so quickly, to protect Elain and Feyre. 

She wanted someone to protect her, to have her back, to be there for her

And that was exactly what Cassian promised her. 


I wrote Nessian. Sound the bells, pound the alarms, call 9-1-1, code red, code red. And I may write more. I may not. That’s how the game goes. 

Leave comments, tell me what you think, thanks for reading. 

Monster-Eddie K shameless smut

Collab between me and @acunningstargazer

I thank her for putting our rough text outline together lol and fluffin’ a bit. I may have over done it on my fluffing though….


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She didn’t really know how they had gotten to this point. Only a little while ago they were going on a drive, talking about life, about their long time friendship, and one thing just lead to the next. Now here she stood, before Eddie’s front door, being tugged playfully along by the cowboy as he went into his kitchen. He pulled two glasses out, setting a bottle of whiskey on the coffee table as he threw his boots up on it. He leaned casually back against the sofa, smirking over at her in his usual style. They talked for some time, enjoying the others company, yet she never intended to have so much. But, wasn’t that always the way it went around him? One drink turned to two, turned to four. It was safe to say, the two of them had slipped passed the point of buzzed and into completely smashed territory.

“So, you’re telling me you never thought about it?”

She cheekily smiled at the man, quickly grabbing his beloved hat from his head and placing it on her own. It was a bit big on her, and it slid down over her eyes but in the state she was in, all she did was laugh.

“Why cowboy? You got something to tell me?”

It was just the alcohol speaking, between the both of you, yet the unspoken sexual tension that always clung to the air around you two was finally dissipating. Because speaking about it, was certainly something Eddie intended to do.

He began to scoot closer to her, biting at his lip to contain his smile. But, the pull was like a magnet and she found herself doing much the same.

“Eddie…”

The Cowboy looked down at her, and he wasn’t sure who started it first. But, he couldn’t contain himself once those lips connected with his own. In a frenzy, they kissed, as if years of pent up emotions finally came flowing out. Their teeth nearly clashed against each other, tongues tangling, and the sweet noises she made as he gripped her close just got him going in ways he didn’t think possible.

With the quickest of movements, he worked at her flannel top, popping open the buttons and sliding the sleeves down her arms. He tossed the shirt carelessly to the side, pulling back for a moment to admire the way she looked.

“Fuck…”

She giggled at his entranced state, and took advantage of that as she removed his own top and wife beater, leaving him half naked before her. Her fingers dragged along his chest, taking in the way his abs contracted under her touch, she knew he was slowly losing it, but wasn’t that the fun part? Seeing Eddie all hot and bothered at her account was a dream come true.

With a rough shove she made him lay back against the couch, and she quickly straddled his waist as she went for his neck. Her lips tickled along his throat, giggling every now and then when she heard him curse or sigh.

“You like that, daddy?”

Eddie chuckled at her pet name, pulling her hair back as he angled her lips over his. “The fuck do you think, darlin’?” He tugged her back a bit, knowing she was enjoying the manhandling.

To prove to her how badly he needed this, his hands slid down to her ass, cupping each cheek and pushing her down against his aching crotch. Her nails dug into his shoulders, and she mewled out at the sensation of his arousal rubbing into her.

“Fuck, Eddie!”

“I intend to, sweetheart.” He laughed at her cries, loving the way she squirmed over him and practically whined to be taken. He lifted her up in his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist as he stumbled along the living room. They kept their kissing up, albeit sloppily, yet neither of them seemed to care. In their drunken state they just laughed and moaned until finally he tossed her onto the bed.

She bounced softly onto the mattress, her gorgeous eyes staring up at him from under his hat as she beckoned him forward.

“Goddamn, darlin’…” He practically jumped on top of her, pulling her into a heated kiss as he clumsily pulled off both their jeans, the rest of their clothing following shortly after. She smirked into the kiss and buried her fingers into his messy hair, scratching along his scalp as she scooted him up the bed with her.

The entire time he’s laughing, still trying to hold the kiss properly through his alcohol induced mind, but when they finally make it up to the pillows he pulls away. His green eyes are filled with lust as he gazes down at her, his contagious smile making her feel all sorts of things as he grips her wrists and pins her down.

"You gonna beg me, sweetheart?”


She quirked an eyebrow at his question, smiling back as she gently pushed his abdomen with her knee, effectively flipping them both over. To say he was surprised was an understatement, yet as she straddled his waist, her pussy sliding along his length he didn’t even care anymore.

She leaned down, nipping his jaw up to his ear before biting at his lobe. "I think you’re gonna be beggin’ me, cowboy.” She whispered it coyly, bringing her hand down and grasping his length tightly in it.


Eddie bucked his hips up, groaning at her touch as she stroked along his cock. He wanted nothing more than to grab that sweet little ass and flip her over, taking her hard until she begged him for more and more. But, every time he made to do just that she used that damn skilled hand of hers, making him thrust up and down to try to ease the ache he felt.

“Tell me, honey…tell me what you want. I can’t help you if you don’t say anything.”

She smiled into his parted mouth, pumping him painfully slow as she bit at his lip, pulling it roughly until it snapped back.

“Fuckin’ hell…” He growled out, cupping her cheek roughly and pulling her toward his lips, licking over hers before he pushed his hips up creating more friction. "Come on, darlin’…you know fuckin’ well what I want.”


But, the damn tease she was, she just released her hold on him, sitting up on his lap as she rolled her hips over him. Her wet folds slid sensually along his length, coating him completely and she just couldn’t stop herself from panting out her next words. Knowing it’d drive him crazy with desire.

"I’m not quite sure I know what you mean, honey.”

With a hint of feigned confusion, she ran her nails down his chest, loving the red marks that got left behind. Eddie being under her like that, growling in sexual frustration was a sight to behold. She wondered briefly, how many women got to be privileged enough to see this. Though, knowing the cowboy, he didn’t play submissive to them. And as much as she loved making him beg for more, she couldn’t wait till that last bit of control snapped and he took her like a proper cowboy would.

“You little fuckin’ tease…” He chuckled, running his hand along her thighs. He knew she was feeling this just as bad as he was, and in his own form of revenge, he grabbed her hips, grinding into her and gritting his teeth at the sensation.

"How ‘bout that pretty little mouth of yours make itself useful?”

As he slid against her, she bit down on her lip, closing her eyes as she tried to keep the fight up. But, he was making it so hard, every time his length slid along her clit she nearly whined out from the pleasure.

"Maybe if you said please.”

"You really wanna fight me, huh? Well, alright.”


He grabbed her waist, throwing her under him and holding her down with all his strength. He used his knee to push her legs apart, nuzzling against her neck. He bit down on her throat, somewhat rough but gentle enough not to break the skin. At the force of his handling, his hat flew off her head, rolling off the edge of the bed as she stared wide eyed up at him.

Eddie moved her legs apart, capturing her lips in another steamy kiss before swiftly entering her without a second thought. She gasped out, reaching her arms around, grabbing his ass and pushing him down from his kneeling position, making him go deeper inside of her.

He groaned deeply at her direction, the feeling of her around him was driving him half mad. And try as he might, keeping this pace going was proving to be difficult.

"Fuck…” He whispered hotly into her ear, licking across it.

"Eddie,” She moaned, “Tell me what you need, I feel how hard you are inside me.”

To prove her point she thrust her hips down, throwing her head back against the sheets as she felt his cock pulse inside her.

"Fucks sake, darlin’…just shut up and let me fuck you.”

She gave him a smug look as she rubbed her hands up and down his torso, delighting in the lean muscles he had. With her legs wrapped around his waist, she brought a hand up to his hair, curling her fingers through his sweaty locks.

"What are you waiting for then?”

He smirked at her words and rose up just a bit, hands on either side of her body. He pulled out slowly, biting his lip at the pleasurable sensation. He tried keeping a slow pace, teasing her for all the attitude she gave him earlier.

She moaned as his cock slid out of her, pushing back in even slower until all she could do was narrow her eyes. She knew exactly what he was doing and she had had enough.

"Why so timid, darlin’? Having some performance issues?”

She taunted him innocently enough, and as much as he’d love to continue teasing her, her little taunt made him want to prove he was far from having issues. He pinned her down by the wrists, thrusting forward harshly with a deep growl, making her moan out in such a pathetically vulgar way.

“Hows that, baby?” He chuckled, trying to control his breathing as he continued his rough pace. His hair clung to his sweaty forehead, and he grunted out as she pulled him closer with her legs.

"F-Fuck! So good!” She stuttered out as Eddie pounded into her so hard the headboard hit the wall repeatedly, making her breasts bounce from the force. All she could make out were the sounds of gasps, cries, and whimpers and she pulled one of his hands to her chest, eyes screwing shut from the pleasure.

Eddie happily kissed at her chest, squeezing one breast gently as he purred into her skin. "Fuck yeah, darlin’…you like that don’t you?” Needing to hear her praise, he gripped her thigh, kissing a trail up her chest and to her lips. He looked her in the eyes, smirking at how glazed over they seemed to be.


She was a whimpering mess by now, mouth hanging open as she keened out. He had hit that sweet spot inside her, making her toes curl and back arch slightly of the bed.

"Yes,” She breathed, “Feels so good, So fucking good. Tell me I make you feel good too.” She practically begged. She hated begging but she felt too much pleasure to care at the moment, and she knew he was enjoying this little surrender of hers.

"You know you fuckin’ do, baby…” He panted into her cheek, angling his thrusts to hit that spot inside her once more. He wrapped his arm under her, picking her up and sitting back on the bed as he kept moving. He could feel he was getting close but he felt far too good to settle the pace now.

"Touch me, please.” She whimpered against his lips and wrapped her free arm around his neck, pulling him closer if that was at all possible. He moved his hand between them, rubbing her and smirking at the tiny moans she let out. Just hearing her whisper out his name was enough to bring him that much closer, as she squeezed down on his length he grunted, thrusting up roughly before hiding his face between her breasts.

"Shit…fuckin’…” He moaned out, pushing his fingertips into her back as he tried to maintain his rhythm.

There was so much stimulation, so much pounding, and so much pleasure. She was dangerously close, and as Eddie bucked up one last time she couldn’t hold back anymore. Her nails dug into the skin of his shoulders, clinging to him as her entire body froze, endorphins rushing through her muscles.

Eddie wasn’t far behind, and he held tightly onto her as he pressed his cheek into her heated skin, closing his eyes as waves of pleasure shot straight to his groin.

"Shit, baby…” He pushed into her a few more times, quickly riding out his orgasm as he spilled inside her.

She moaned when she felt the sensation of him filling her. Her eyes fluttering shut as she ran her fingers through his sweaty hair, pushing it off his forehead. She hugged him close to her chest, no doubt he could hear how fast her heart was beating. Eddie, now exhausted, dropped them both against the bed, smiling contentedly.

"I fucking love you…” Eddie chuckled out, basking in the afterglow of some of the best sex he’s had in a long while.

Her breath caught in her throat at his words, and she turned her head to him, breathing heavily. She licked her lips as she took her hand and brushed some of his hair back off his face.

"I fucking love you too.”

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I’m Pregnant 

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Pairing: Mac x Reader

Summary: Could you do a MacGyver x Reader Imagine where you find out that you’re pregnant with Mac’s baby?


Checking the instructions once again to ensure you didn’t read them incorrectly the first time, you looked down at the bathroom sink and saw two vertical lines. Breathing deeply this wasn’t suppose to happen, at least not yet. Apart of you felt utterly shock that you were staring at a positive pregnancy test, whereas the other half was thrilled in becoming a mum. Throwing the test in the bin and washing your hands, mixed emotions just kept on making their way through your head. Without thinking your hand rested on your stomach. There was a tiny human being growing inside of you, how does one begin to even process that?. “Shit”, you whispered. How were you going to tell Mac?.

A change into black leggings and one of Mac’s old shirts he left at your apartment was very much needed. Entering the kitchen you had no idea where to start, pouring water into the kettle and waiting for it to brew, you reached for your phone and hovered over Mac’s name. You must have zoned out because the steaming of the kettle made you jump, setting down the phone for the moment and poured yourself a cup of tea. Making yourself comfortable on the kitchen stool, laptop opened, tea right beside you and phone still on Mac’s contact. You let out a exasperated sigh. After much debate with your head and heart, you typed a message to Mac.

I need to talk to you about something important, come over after work? - Y/N

It might of seemed dramatic and once Mac read the message, you were sure that a million different possibilities would be running through that brain of his. But there was no other way to put it, other than what you opted to write. You needed to talk to him, to see him. This was something that couldn’t be ignored and the longer you put it off, the harder it would be. After all this effected Mac just as much as it effected you.

Flipping your phone over so you wouldn’t get distracted, you googled pregnancy and read articles upon articles. The more you kept on reading, the more mixed emotions came flooding back. From knowing what you could and couldn’t eat, to preparing the baby’s room and familiarizing yourself with what child birth was like, the list was endless. Being so immersed in everything you completely loss track of time. Hearing the doorbell made your heart race, quickly closing the laptop you straightened Mac’s old shirt that you were wearing and walked to open the door.

Mac was standing there wearing his favourite leather jacket, simple blue collar top and dark blue jeans. His hair was perfectly styled, expect the few loose strains that had fell on his forehead. The only thing that was missing when he usually came over, was his smile that had the potential to light up an entire room. “Hey, thanks for coming. Come in”, you stood to the side and Mac walked in. “How was work?”, asking him. You could see in his eyes that he was nervous, worried in fact. “Fine, look Y/N if you asked me here to break up with me, I just-”.

Stepping forward and taking his hand, you lead him to the couch as this was a conversation that needed to be had sitting down. “Mac, I’m not breaking up with you”. He sighed in relief and ran his fingers through his hair. “Oh, thank god. I don’t know what I would have done if you did”. The small talk was over and it was now or never. Rubbing your hands together and keeping your focus on the coffee table in front, you gave yourself a few minutes to really figure out on how to start. However what you didn’t realize was you had been silent for quite some time, “Y/N? What’s wrong?”. Mac shifted closer and rested a hand on your knee.

“Remember when we said that whatever happens in our relationship, that you and I will always find a way to make things work. Whether it be your gurgling schedule and commitment to the Phoenix Foundation, or me having to constantly travel for my job?”. Mac nodded and was now paying extra attention to your speech. “And remember how you always say as long as we love each other, that’s the only thing that matters”. Once again he nodded to show he was listening, you paused and breathed in, then exhaled out. “Well I know that I love you and I can’t imagine not being with you. I just hope you love me enough to not leave me”.

“Y/N that’s ridiculous, why would I ever leave-”, gripping his hand a little tighter you blurted, “I’m pregnant!”. Mac’s face went slightly pale and he found the floor to be rather interesting, the silence was killing you, but this was his time to process the life changing information you just bombarded him with. “I know this wasn’t planned, and our whole lives will change but I-”. Mac’s lips found yours and after a minute he pulled away, resting his forehead on yours. “I’ll admit having kids wasn’t in my immediate plans right now, but I love you and I’m not leaving…ever”.

Leaning back and relaxing with Mac on the couch, his hand rested on your stomach which caused your heart to flutter. This was it, you were going to start a family with Mac. Putting your hand over his, you settled in his embrace and the two of you fell asleep, completely content with this very moment.

Flipping the Narrative


I put this screen grab up for a reason because it feeds into my next few comments that I admit, are merely my own thoughts and opinions. I know of no special information or spoilers. So proceed or not if you wish.

At these press junkets, a list of questions have already been submitted to the interviewer so the actors aren’t really caught off-guard.  Maybe there’ll be some surprise, innocent questions like, “What food did you miss filming in Spain?” or “What do you hope to see for your character?” Red carpet, little less structured.  Which means, all these questions about Jon vs. Sansa, the actors have been prepped for it and have their talking points and the reporters know to ask it.

Notice what they AREN’T asking but Sophie got a lot of questions about, mostly on the red carpet, after Season 6 (the last one being around the Emmys):  Jonsa.  As someone mentioned, why wasn’t Kit getting those questions since it was mainly his performance that stirred a lot of the talk? Well, he didn’t get them right afterwards because he wasn’t really doing press, he was off working on other stuff and not available.  Why isn’t he getting them now?

Because D&D/GoT has effectively flipped the narrative from Jonsa to Jon vs. Sansa.  And when did all this come about?  Think back to the timeline:

June -September 2016 - Wait, is that Jonsa we see on the screen? Questions to Sophie, remember all those articles that came out in that period including some You Tubers saying you can’t discount Jonsa?

What happened next?

October 2016 -  April 2017 - The alleged spoilers.  Changing the narrative to Jonereys.

May 2017 - Present - Jon vs. Sansa

Talk about Jonsa in the mainstream, gone.

Den of the Geek points out something significant in one of their articles today talking about who lives or dies in S7 for the North and for Sansa they said “lives” because they think the Jon vs. Sansa thing is a smokescreen.  Oh yes, there’ll be tension and maybe even some doubt, but they didn’t think the show and actors would be pushing this hard on this particular narrative thread if it was going to happen because GoT is a show that likes to surprise. I agree.  So why are they pushing so hard on this story line? Couple of possibilities:

1. They can’t say what’s going to take up the main bulk of Jon and Sansa’s individual and/or joint storylines without giving too much away.

2.  It’s a smokescreen for something bigger they really don’t want us to see right away.  Jonsa maybe?

One other thing has been raising my eyebrow.  There is a LOT of Kit and Sophie talking about each other in interviews.  I was also surprised about the number of photos of Kit and Sophie at the premiere. I’m not sure if I even saw a Sophie and Maisie photo and they’re usually photographed together at events. We also saw that what looked to be Kit and Rose sitting behind Joe and Sophie at the premiere.  Why all this togetherness of these two?

Could it be in some ways to get people acclimated to Jonsa in a subtle way?  I don’t know.  It might mean nothing, but it was just weird how few pictures on the blue carpet I saw of cast members together period.  I saw this adorable clip of Sophie suddenly realizing Isaac was three feet away from her and she gave him a hug. So they were close together in the interviews, but no pictures of them together.  I think Kit and Sophie even arrived at different times and if you search Getty Images (and I did just to make sure I wasn’t crazy in not seeing multiple cast members in one photo and aside from Kit and Sophie, only saw Jorah and Bronn together in one photo), there are a couple of photos there that looked like Kit was being led somewhere and some other photos he’s taken with Sophie that had the same background as to this other space he was being shepherded to.  Why? Why these two cast members?

Could it be because it’s the last time for one of these two to experience a premiere? We know Jon isn’t dying in Season 7, so could Sansa die and this is Sophie’s last time at one of these things? To be honest, I don’t see them making this special of an effort and why stick her with Kit?  Wouldn’t it be more likely she’s with Maisie?

All very interesting.