There are a lot of things good girls don’t. They don’t laugh too loud, they don’t dress too short, they don’t swear and they don’t put themselves out there. They wait, and they do it while sitting properly in their pristine white dresses, with their hands crossed over their laps and their back sitting up straight.
There’s a lot of things good girls don’t and getting their panties wet every time they see a guy is definitely one of them.
You rubbed your thighs together as your fingers pressed tightly to the table you were sitting on, trying to hold on to a reality that was slipping away as you looked at him. You imagined the taste of his skin, and how it must have felt against yours when he was lying on top of you, and you thought about the fire of his kiss, and how it probably tasted like peppermint and just a tiny hint of sin. You thought about heaven and having him lie next to you at night.
The fire that had settled in your lower tummy was going to consume you all at any moment, and you shifted in your seat, trying to release some of the pressure that had built between your legs. You were definitely wet.
But as much as you tried, you couldn’t stop thinking about him, imagining yourself on your knees while your eyes obediently locked in with his. You imagined your lips wrapping around the two fingers he was offering to you, and the light bob you would do to take them all the way in, while your tongue pressed to them to suck them lightly, looking at him as his eyes, usually green and sweet, turned dark, the burning lust covering them as he gazed down at you. You even imagined the light gag of your throat as he pushed his fingers all the way in, and the moan that bubbled up from your very core when he slid them out, the strings of spit that fell down making you blush as you looked down.
“Look at me, yeah?” He would say, with his voice a little raspier than usual as he kneeled in front of you. “C’mon, kitten, look at me.” He would repeat his command slowly, a smirk curling up the corner of his lips as your eyes fluttered open to obey him. “Look at me while I fuck ya with my fingers, yeah? Use all that spit you left. Were you imagining my cock?” He would ask, his smirk growing bigger as you nodded, still unable to speak your own words, as your heart was knotting on your throat and beating rapidly at the sight of him. “You’re such a fucking good girl.”
Imagine debuting with your company’s debt hanging over your shoulders. Hearing from multiple critics that you’ll be overshadowed in less than a year by your competitors. Being unsure of your future and whether this will all be worth it in the end. Your work hard; attending multiple concerts and fansigns and variety shows. You work on and improve your music, your acting, your dancing, your variety skills, your stage presence, your singing. And you get to the point where the debt is not only paid off, but your company is able to recruit trainees and get a new building. And now, your hard work is about to aid yet another(!) act in following their dreams.
I’m honestly so proud of B1A4 and all they’ve accomplished.
One year ago, when DiU was airing and I was starting to get more into Jojo’s, I happened across some blogs with cute JJBA art. And then some more. And then some more. Dailies, Badlydrawns, askblogs… a whole fun little community, tucked away in a corner I hadn’t noticed. And I thought: Hey, I’vebeen drawing a fair bit of JJBA lately. Why not give a blog a go? It’ll be good art practice, right?
One year, 1200+ posts(!), 6.9gb of art(!!), and over 1260 followers(!!!) later… Yeah, it’s been good practice, past-self. Thanks for taking the leap, and keeping it up all this way. We’ve come pretty far.
And none of it would have happened without all of you. I’m gonna have some specific shout-outs under the cut, but first, let me just say thank you. To everyone who’s sent asks, added notes, or even reached out to my awkward little self with friendship and messages… You’ve definitely made this past year more special. Wherever the future may lead, I’m incredibly grateful to each and every one of you for accompanying me this far.
in 11x18 when Crowley is telling Cas to kick lucifer out Cas says that "[dean] may have a more objective view of the situation" implying that dean wouldn't be influenced by his own emotions on this matter... Yet dean is literally the only one being influenced by his emotions regarding Cas' possession. I don't think Cas is aware of how dean actually feels towards him. I can't wait for the moment dean communicates honestly with Cas. I'll probably cry forever.
YEP! THIS IS THE RUNNING THEME THROUGHOUT THE WHOLE SHOW!
And it’s not like it’s only about their relationship either, but basically it affects everything. Season 6 and 12 is ALL about them not bloody communicating about the really important plot related stuff like purgatory and the colt… but it IS precisely because they’re trying to protect each other because of *reasons*.
Urgh. I mean, I know it’s endgame, I know that it will drag out some more, but it really is such a huge plot point for all their endgames that they work together, are honest and open with their feelings and their plans… it’s so important for all of TFW.
I cannot WAIT for that moment. Where we start seeing the honesty shining through, where Dean tells Cas he wants him to stay and doesn’t use an EXCUSE, where Cas stays even though duty in theory should take him elsewhere because he wants to stay and chooses to work WITH the boys instead of being their babysitter, where Sam doesn’t hide things from Dean and Dean admits so much about himself that he’s hidden before, that he is more than capable of doing the research (Sam is not the only one whose smart), that he likes Disney movies and ice cream sundaes, the moment that Cas realises that Dean loves him for who he is, not what he can do because Dean is more open about his feelings.
BECAUSE THIS SCENE AND THIS RUN OF EPISODES IS SO KEY.
Dean is a MESS trying to get through to Cas. He stands up to LUCIFER, he then stands up to AMARA to try to save Cas. Proving how much he cares and on top of that DEFYING his bond with Amara by calling out for Cas and SHE NOTICES AND USES THIS.
And Cas’ face when he sees Dean for the first time in so long when he’s hiding IN DEAN’S SAFE PLACE in his kitchen.
Then Dean yells CAS some more and, well, Lucifer clearly knows before now, as he’s inside Cas and well he is like us, he has eyes
BUT ESPECIALLY NOW EVERYONE NOTICES WHAT IS HAPPENING AND PICKS UP ON IT.
*attempts to take some time to myself away from social media*
*new pics of faves, Fresh Content™, fandom in flames, faves confirm secret relationships with each other, 41 new memes come and go, own blog is now irrelevant and everyone has forgotten my name*