girls holding each other

Today marks exactly one year since the Sewol Ferry tragedy in South Korea on 16/04/14.

For those who don’t know about this tragic event, Sewol Ferry was travelling to Jeju Island with approximately 500 or so passengers. around 300 were students and staff of a high school in South Korea who planned to go to Jeju Island for a school trip.

During the travel process from Seoul to Jejudo, the ferry started to tip and began to capsize. The captain of the ferry ordered everyone to stay calm and return to their rooms, which many obeyed, before the captain escaped from the ferry himself with some other crew members.

Rescue boats were immediately contacted and they hurriedly made their way to the sinking ferry. There were a number of passengers who didn’t go back to their rooms and stayed on the deck, waiting for help, and a majority of them were rescued. However, the other 300 passengers who obeyed the captain’s words remained in their rooms until the ferry completely capsized.

During this rescue process, families of the passengers of the ferry hurriedly gathered at the dock where the ferry had departed, hoping with all their might that their family member will return safely, even though the chances weren’t high. To some people’s absolute joy, they are assured that their loved one has returned. But for some others, they are faced with the harsh reality that they may never be able to see their child/sibling/friend ever again.

One mother of a survivor of the ferry shared that she had received a text message from her son, saying: “I don’t know when I’ll be able to tell you this again, Mom, but I love you.” The mother, at the time, was oblivious to the situation, and texted back: “Oh I love you too, my son.” Soon enough she was hit with the tragic news that the ferry was sinking, and quickly made her way there. Thankfully, her son was one of the few lucky survivors.

There have also been other stories shared from the students contacting their parents about the disaster they were involved in, but I’m sure you’ll be able to find them online. (Sorry).

Rescue divers have also shared stories of what they’ve seen while they attempted to retreat the dead bodies of the 300 students, staff and other passengers in the sunken ferry:

- Many of the student’s fingers have all be broken or crushed, most likely due to their attempt to escape the ferry before death hits them.

- Dead bodies of students have been seen to hold hands with each other.

- A boy and a girl have buckled their life jackets to each other, most likely not wanting to part with each other as their lives disappear in front of their eyes. The rescue diver shared that it broke his heart, knowing that he was only able to take one student at a time, forcing him to unbuckle the life vests of these young students.

Just like this, within moments, hundreds of lives have been lost. What makes this event especially heartbreaking is that a majority of the deaths are innocent students. Those students are just around my age, perhaps 1-2 years older. I can’t even imagine what their loved ones are going through throughout past year, knowing that they’ll never see their children again.

The vice principle of the school these students belonged to had also suicided by hanging himself, blaming himself for the cause of these students. The survivors have been going through a difficult time without their friends. The lower grades of the school will have no senior grades to look up to. As reporters visited the school, they have reported that many heartfelt messages had been written on the desks of the students who have lost their lives.

I am crying so much as I write this, and I just ask that everyone should pray for the people who have unrightfully lost their lives like this, and also for the families and friends of the non-survivors. Losing these students are a huge loss to their amazing country, and we should always remember such a tragedy and hopefully learn from this and do better in the future.

This may just be “just another accident” to the rest of us, but please think about it. 300 teenage students killed on their way to a school trip. This is just another level of innocence of undeserved deaths. Imagine if their trip was scheduled for even 1 day later. 300 young lives with bright futures could have continued living, and such a tragic loss wouldn’t have taken place.

2014 definitely wasn’t a great year for many countries, so let’s forget about these tragic events and move on, but also keep them in our hearts forever at the same time. Life goes on so let’s make 2015 better. When there is a chance for an act of kindness, do not hesitate and do it. The students who have lost their lives in the Sewol ferry would have certainly been kind people.


(Also, the captain of the ferry who escaped by himself has been sentenced 36 years in prison, 30 years for the chief engineer, and 5-20 years for the rest of the 13 crew members who escaped from the ferry before, leaving the passengers to fend for themselves.)

there are girls that have kindness in their bones instead of blood
whose smiles are lighting bolts in the middle of a rainstorm
whose words are sunsets after centuries of darkness


there are girls that have war in their souls
whose hands are tired from forming fists they have to hide
whose feet walk a thousand miles to hold signs and shatter the rules


there are girls that are wild, that are free
whose fingers are covered with dirt as they make flowers grow
whose bodies ache as they run through the moonlight forests


there are girls, all types, all shapes, all loves, all lives
and they belong wherever they chose to plant their feet
they belong with a gavel in hand, they belong with dresses swirling 
they belong with paint splattered faces, with trophies in display cases
they belong in the kitchen, they belong in the arena,


these are the girls who are armed with smiles and wit
these are girls who are holding onto each other
these are girls who have the universe telling them they can be anything
and these are the girls who take up space and make noise 
and they are made of fireproof and starlight as they take their thrones

—  These Girls are You, These Girls Are Me by Abby S
Bullet journal quotes

hello everyone! Decided to share my collection of themed quotes to use in the bullet journal, it’s super useful for those moments when you desperately want a quote to relate to something so you can use it in your different bujo spreads, whatever they are, or sometimes just to decorate, besides being a source of wisdom and beauty. So here are a few, hope you enjoy them. 

Dedication / Work / Motivation:

  • “My work is a game, a very serious game.” - M. C. Escher
  • “Nothing in the world is worth having or worth doing unless it means effort, pain, difficulty.” - Theodore Roosevelt
  • “Pleasure in the job puts perfection in the work.” - Aristotle
  • “What we do today is what matters most.” - Buddha
  • “The best preparation for good work tomorrow is to do good work today.” - Elbert Hubbard
  • “I will study and get ready and perhaps my chance will come.” - Abraham Lincoln
  • “Today I will do what others won’t so tomorrow I can accomplish what others can’t.” - Jerry Rice
  • “The only thing more important than your to do list is your to be list. The only thing more important than your to be list is to be.” - Alan Cohen
  • “Talent is cheaper than table salt. What separates the talented individual from the successful one is a lot of hard work.” - Stephen King
  • “The price of excellence is discipline. The cost of mediocrity is disappointment.” - William Arthur Ward

Finances:

  • “Never spend your money before you have it.” - Thomas Jefferson
  • “Beware of little expenses; a small leak will sink a great ship.” - Benjamin Franklin 
  • “If you wish to get rich, save what you get. A fool can earn money, but it takes a wise man to save and dispose of it to his own advantage.” - Brigham Young
  • “Remember, your ways of handling money have to work in the good AND the bad times.” - Dave Ramsey
  • “The goal isn’t money. The goal is living life on your terms.” - Chris Brogan
  • “Do not save what is left after spending, but spend what is left after saving.” - Warren Buffet

Love:

  • “The course of true love never did run smooth.” - William Shakespeare
  • “Every relationship is just a big honking leap of faith.” - Rory Gilmore in Gilmore Girls
  • “The best thing to hold onto in life is each other.” - Audrey Hepburn
  • “Perhaps it is our imperfections that make us so perfect for one another.” - Jane Austen in Emma

Positivity:

  • “Feelings come and go like clouds in the sky.” - Thich Nhat Hanh
  • “Stones in the road? I save every single one, and one day I’ll build a castle.” - Fernando Pessoa
  • “Nothing is permanent. Everything is subject to change.” - Buddha
  • “At some point you just have to let go, move on. Because no matter how painful it is, it’s the only way we grow.” - Meredith Grey in Grey’s Anatomy
  • “Happiness can be found even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.” - Albus Dumbledore in Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (movie)
  • “We’ve all got both light and dark inside of us. What matters is the part we choose to act on, that’s who we really are.” - Sirius Black in Harry Potter and The Order of the Phoenix (movie)
  • “I don’t believe in pessimism. If something doesn’t come up the way you want, forge ahead.” - Clint Eastwood
  • “It always seems impossible until it’s done.” - Nelson Mandela
  • “Life is a journey to be experienced, not a problem to be solved.” - Winnie the Pooh
  • “There is nothing in the world so irresistibly contagious as laughter and good humor.” - Charles Dickens in A Christmas Carol

Health:

  • “To keep the body in good health is a duty otherwise we shall not be able to keep our mind strong and clear.” - Buddha
  • “The food you eat can be either the safest and most powerful form of medicine or the slowest form of poison.” - Ann Wigmore
  • “No man has the right to be an amateur in the matter of physical training. It is a shame for a man to grow old without seeing the beauty and strength of wich his body is capable.” - Socrates

Funny:

  • “How am I supposed to get through the holidays without liquor?” - Cristina Yang in Grey’s Anatomy
  • “I don’t do drugs. I am drugs.” - Salvador Dali
  • “You’re just as sane as I am.” - Luna Lovegood in Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

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Jealous much ?

Word count: 1548

Request: Hey :) can you do an imagine where me and cam are best friends and i kiss nash then cam gets jealous

“Ow, That hurt” you rubbed your arm where a punch just landed moments before.

“You’ll live” Cameron chuckled at your response to his punch. This was the usual relationship you had with him. You’ve been best friends for as long as either of you could remember. 

“You’re right, what’s a minute worth of pain to a year worth of pain to your pride, since you just got beaten by a girl once again.” You smirked. You were both playing Mario cart at Cameron’s apartment since you were bored. And typically you always won. Cameron rolled his eyes at your comment as he pressed okay to continue to the next level.

“Hey guys, whatcha doing?” a voice said behind the couch.

 “Mario Kart” You replied not even looking up which was at least a response since Cameron just gave a grunt. You both were super competitive and in the zone and had no time to look up from the intense game that lay on the screen before you. It most likely was Nash who lived with Cameron or one of the other guys who came to visit every so often. They always stop by unannounced. 

“Alright, I play winner” The seat beside you sunk down a little by the weight of the person causing you to glance who it was. Nash. But the split second your attention was diverted caused Cameron to seize the opportunity and throw a shell at you. One you were unable to dodge since your attention was somewhere else. 

“Oh c’mon, Seriously, I was distracted” you groaned, seeing that you lost to Cameron.

 “All’s fair in love and war” Cameron said taking the remote from your hands and handing it over to Nash’s eager ones. 

“I don’t think that’s how that quote goes” You replied but Cameron just shrugged at your response leaving you with your arms crossed. You sunk down into the couch awaiting your turn to beat cameron.

“Hey the boys and I are having a bonfire at the beach tonight, you should come (Y/N)” Nash spoke over the game. Cameron gave him a glance but it was so quick you wondered if you imagined it.

 “I don’t know, parties aren’t my scene” You replied. They weren’t really. You’ve been to a few sure and had some fun but you didn’t really like the atmosphere. It was all about who was drunk and who was the prettiest and who can who hook up with.

“Lie, you enjoy them” Cameron called you out his eyes never leaving the game.

“Can i bring (Y/F/N)?”

“Sure, the more the merrier, Dang Cam” Nash groaned at his defeat, finally looking at you and handing over the remote. 

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“We’re going” (Y/F/N) replied over the phone after you told her of the invite you had received from Nash.

“Why? It’s just a party”

“Yes and a golden opportunity to look good and meet hot guys” You let out a deep breath of air, there was no changing her mind once she had it set on something. And that something was the party tonight. 

“I’ll be over in a few” She stated.As soon as she hung up you heard a knock at your door. She probably was already on her way over as soon as you told her. As soon as you turned the handle she burst in the room chattering about hair, clothes and makeup. “..It’ll be perfect, should we wear bikinis under our outfits? or curl our hair? I’m thinking more natural so if we do swim we won’t look ridiculous.” She continued making it hard for you to catch everything she was saying. Before you knew it she had you sitting on your bed and was in a whirlwind of motions.

 “I forgot to ask what time it will be at…” You trailed off in between things being shoved in your face and clothes thrown your way. (Y/F/N) was a handful but she definitely made life a bit more interesting.

 “Um text Cameron, duh, that’s important” She replied, throwing another article of clothing your way.

YOU: Yo Cam, when’s the party tonight?CAMERON: Should be around 8ish, why?

YOU: because i’m going… ? duh

CAMERON: Right, i’ll see you there :)

“Its around 8ish” 

“Perfect” (Y/F/N) was finally deciding on her own outfit.

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By the time 8 o’clock rolled around both you and (Y/F/N) looked great. (Y/F/N) pulled up to the parking lot by the beach where the music was already shaking the air. As you went to open the door to get out (Y/F/N)s hand whipped out to stop you. 

“What are you doing??” you questioned.

“Um hello you’re always supposed to be fashionably late, duh” She said in a tone like it was obvious.

“How late is fashionably late??”

“8 minutes”

“And how is that determined?”

“I don’t know i don’t make the rules?”

 “Who does”

“I don’t know, we just follow them” she threw her hands up in an exasperated sigh. You finally gave in and allowed her to make you wait until the clock reached 8:08pm. Then both the car’s doors opened as you both got out. The beach was amazingly wrote and the you could see some stars glitter through the LA smog. There were a bunch of teenagers already gifted with a red solo cup and dancing around the fire or lazily laying out. A few party goers were splashing around in the water. 

“(Y/N) you made it!” A familiar voice chuckled. By this point (Y/F/N) had already disappeared leaving you alone to face them. 

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world” you joked as you turned to face Nash. He handed you a red solo cup and you took a small sip. You didn’t mind alcohol but you didn’t always like the effects. Especially the ones that came when you became drunk.

“The stars are out tonight” He said pointing at the sky. You nodded your head in realization. Quickly an awkward silence filled the air like a blanket covering a child. 

“Well i’m going to go join the party, I’m sure Cam would want me to tell him i’m here” You said pointing off in the direction of the party. 

“Wait” He grabbed your arm as you were walking away and pulled you in close to him. Very close. Close enough that you could feel his chest rise and fall with every breath he took. He looked you deep in the eyes and bent down to kiss you. His hand fell to the small of your back holding you against him. You were in complete shock. But soon found your mouth moving against his and your eyes closing. You finally pulled away for a breath of fresh air but your heart broke to see the sight behind Nash. Cameron quickly walked away down the beach. 

“Cam. Wait” you sighed out in exasperation.

“Just let him go” Nash tried to pull you back in but you had one thought in your head and that was Cameron. 

“Cam” You tried again. When you finally caught up to him you grabbed his arm to make him stop. But he wouldn’t turn to look at you. “Cameron Dallas” You said emphasizing his full name, something you never do. His eyes finally met yours. You could see they were filled with emotions, anger, sadness, regret.

 “How could you?” He stated dully.

“How could I what?”

“Kiss him” He replied angrily.

“Why is that such a big deal? Why are you even upset?” Yu questioned until realization hit you like a ton of bricks. “Jealous much” you teased.“I am not”

“Then why else would you be upset?”

“Because he throws girls away like laundry, he just wants to sleep with you. Im looking out for you, as a friend” He emphasized friend at the end. You knew him better than how he let on though.

“No if you were being an overprotective friend you would have confronted Nash, this time you walked away” You pointed out “Why are you jealous?” 

“Because I LIKE you” Silence filled the air. You could hear the party going on faintly in the background.You were rendered speechless. Your best friend for as long as you could remember just confessed his feelings for you. Out of every girl he could have. “Oh just forget it, go back to nash” He started to walk away again. Away from you. But before you could register what you were doing you pulled him to you. You could smell the cinnamon scent that he had and see the speckles of light in his eyes.

“I never wanted Nash” As soon as the words left your mouth Cameron bent down and kissed you. The kind of kiss that you see in the movies where the couple is holding on to each other s tight and the girl props her one foot up. When you finally pulled away a small blush appeared on you cheeks along with a little smile. “You know seeing you jealous is kind of a turn on” You smiled cheekily. 

“Stay away from Nash” His eyes looked at yours in a glare but you could see that playful smirk in them as he bent down to kiss you again.



Student Council Prez [Finale]

Episode 18 - Finale 
Words: 9k
Genre: Fluff, Slice of Life, High School!Au

Originally posted by sugutie

“Look! Look! Here they come!” A bunch of first year students poke their heads out the window, staring at the student council members entering the campus through the front gate. They fawn and sigh helplessly at the handsome boys, barely managing to blubber about each one of them as they melt on the floor.

“Don’t you think the Student Council President is so cute?” Someone pipes up, staring at the boy from above.

Another girl grins. “His cold image has really changed lately. He’s like a cute puppy.”

“You’re right!” Another one agrees enthusiastically.

“I just want to squeeze him to death!”

“Ahem.” Someone coughs behind them and the girls turn. It’s Hara with Choa, the both of them leaning on the window sill and glancing cooly out the window for a moment. “Don’t you know the cause of his change?” Hara raises a brow, barely parting her lips to speak and holding her head high.

“What?” The girls exchange looks with each other. “What is it?”

Choa laughs mockingly. “Haven’t you heard? Really, you’re all so out of the loop. Have you been living under a rock?”

“He’s been dating someone. The smartest, prettiest and most powerful girl in the school.” Hara twirls her long ponytail in her hand.

“Right!” One of the girl’s eyes light up. “I remember her! She’s the scholarship student!”

“Y/N.”

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(zrs5 finale spoilers)

zrs6 is coming and shit is gonna get bad(worse) for our heroes, but right now
- sam and five walked away from ian hand in hand. neither of them are okay but neither of them are dead, either
- peter and tom share a stale cigarette at 4am, which is close enough to sunrise for the both of them to pretend they slept
- for the first time in months, maxine and paula fall asleep, sara snuggled between them, without the fear of being awoken by sigrid’s people
- jody falls asleep on a desk of plans and in the morning tom has to crack her back for her (amelia offered first)
- janine is on the way to something dangerous and daring, but she isn’t there yet. she’s still as okay as she can be. maybe she’s holed up somewhere, trying to sleep, chastising herself for thinking of what she left behind instead of thinking about Her Plan
- amelia sleeps as soundly as ever. in the morning she tells sam that bad boy looks good on him

I’m rereading PJO and I don’t understand where this idea came from that Percy is this very immature guy that makes immature jokes and I don’t know why Riordan wrote him this way in HOO because he has literally never made an immature joke in PJO?

And even when he was 12 he was clearly mature for his age. There’s multiple instances within just the first two chapters of TLT that emphasize this?

“I was trying to listen to what [Mr. Brunner] had to say, because it was kind of interesting, but everybody around me was talking, and every time I told them to shut up, the other teacher chaperone, Mrs. Dodds, would give me the evil eye.”

“Finally, Nancy Bobofit snickered something about the naked guy on the stele, and I turned around and said, ‘Will you shut up?’”

“The class drifted off, the girls holding their stomachs, the guys pushing each other around and acting like doofuses.”

“Some of the guys were pelting pigeons with Lunchable crackers. Nancy Bobofit was trying to pickpocket something from a lady’s purse, and, of course, Mrs. Dodds wasn’t seeing a thing.”

“Grover and I sat on the edge of the fountain, away from the others. We thought that maybe if we did that, everybody wouldn’t know we were from that school–the school for loser freaks who couldn’t make it elsewhere.”

“The other guys were joking around, talking about their vacation plans.”

“What I didn’t tell them was that I’d have to get a summer job walking dogs or selling magazine subscriptions, and spend my free time worrying about where I’d go to school in the fall.”

And that’s literally just within the first two chapters of the first book. Like I get that he’s a kid and of course kids are gonna make some jokes but Percy’s jokes are more flat out sarcasm like “Yeah. Weird, huh? You think those socks would fit me?”

Percy’s not one of the guys that’s making fart jokes and being disrespectful to the teachers and stuff. He’s walking behind them, mentally (and maybe physically) rolling his eyes at his peers’ shenanigans.

anonymous asked:

Dan daring to hold Phil's hand in Florida outside

Life is about taking risks.

They can afford to now. They have money in the bank. They have family that loves them, that supports them. They have each other, and a new home, and plans for the future.

They have happiness. They have security. They have confidence in each other, and their ability to endure.

They have plans.

Those plans involve a lot of things, but for right now:

“Hey,” Dan says softly. His shoulder bumps against Phil.

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Save Me - Part 2 - Chapter 51

My words were caught in my throat, the only sound I was able to make was a wimper as Jared slipped two fingers into my moist folds. My GOD his touch was amazing.

“Still so slick, baby girl.”

Get control, Vivie!!! Taking a deep breath in, I calmed myself enough to answer.

“I was thinking about you, Sir.”

My mouth dropped open and my hand covered his as he began to tighten my clit between his index and middle fingers.

“Ahhh, my god… Sir.” I murmured.

“That’s right baby, I want to hear you.”

Moving along my shoulder, Jared left soft, wet kisses as he slowly made his way up my neck. Nipping just under my ear, his breath fluttered across my damp, sensitive skin causing goosebumps that made me shiver.

With his lips against my ear he whispered, “I have never wanted anyone as much as I want you. You mean so much to me, baby girl.”

His sweet words were barely registering, all I knew was what my body was feeling. He wanted me and I wanted him. I was utterly consumed with desire.

“I want you..” I whispered as I turned my lips towards his. “I need you, please.”

Pushing his hips forward, his solid cock slipped between my thighs, warming the skin it sat upon. His teasing was so intense.

“I’m yours baby..”

I was a quivering mess as he released my clit from between his fingers and traveled downward to part the lips of my pussy. With his middle finger, he began to circle the very outer edge of my entrance, the sensation maddening.

With my grip around his wrist tightening as the seconds ticked by, my nails dug into his skin. The desire to be filled almost overwhelming, I subconsciously pushed my hips towards his hand and begged.

“Please, Sir. Use your fingers in me. Please…”

No matter how hard I pushed his hand towards my body, he was stronger. Begging wasn’t working, he wasn’t ready to give me what he knew I wanted most.

This was pure torture.

“Do you remember the first time we were together, the first time I touched you. I did this very same thing.” He began. I was practically in tears trying to control my body, the memories of that night flooding my mind. “Do you remember what I said?”

“Please Sir, please!!!”

“I told you the only thing I wanted you to feel inside your gorgeous pussy was my cock.”

I thought I hit the jackpot!!

“Yesss, please, yes…” I moaned.

Pulling his hips back just slightly, his cock brushed against my pussy and I prayed he was lining himself up with my opening. As I waited anxiously to be filled with every inch of his length, he continued to circle my drenched entrance. I could feel my juices trickling down to my puckered hole then onto the sheet under us.

“You’re so wet, baby…” he murmured, “I can’t wait to slid into that beautiful pussy.”

It was honestly borderline embarrassing…well if I had my wits about myself to care.

I waited and waited. Instead of doing what I desired most, Jared pulled back just enough for the wide head of his cock to slip back to my puckered hole. His wide tip snugly cradled at my tight entrance, I tried to relax.

“I love that I have all of you.” He purred as he pushed his cock a little bit harder while still circling my opening with his fingertip, “Every beautiful inch is mine.”

Pushing his hips forward just slightly, it was just enough pressure to trigger sensations. Not knowing what he was going to do next, seriously upped my level of anticipation.

“Yes Sir, yours.” I said, my voice barely audible.

Being already slick, Jared’s tip easily began to push through my tightness. His breath quickened, I knew he wanted more but he stopped as he reached the edge of the first rings of muscle. Concern for me trumping his desire. He knew if he continued without any preparation, his width would without a doubt cause damage.

“Does that feel good baby?” Jared asked, thrusting his hips slightly creating a thumping against my tightness.

“Yeessss, yes…”

I could feel the walls of my pussy throb and the pressure on my puckered hole only heightened my senses. Circling my opening once more before he trailed the very tip of his index finger to my engorged clit, I knew what was coming and I feared it would push my body beyond what I could control. Using just the edge of his nail, Jared began to softly flick my sensitive nub.

Bolts of lightning shot through me, every muscle now tense. My legs stiffened and I pushed myself into his chest, tilting my hips up as vibrations shot through my body.

“Ohh. Myyy. Goood…. please, Sir, please… I can’t! Pleeeaasseee let me cum!”

I was almost hysterical and teetering on the brink.

“You may…” He replied.

The last syllable hadn’t even left his lips before I let go with a deep moan, instantly toppling over the edge into ecstasy. My body jerked in his arms as wave after wave of my orgasm pulsed through me.

Just as my body was starting to come down from that amazing high only an orgasm can give you, I felt Jared tuck my arm under his then roll on top of me. In one smooth motion, he took my hands above my head and pushed my legs wide with his own.

“One more, baby girl..” Jared said, bringing his forehead to mine.

With a hard, swift motion, he buried his length in my pussy, neither of us able to hold back the moan that escaped. My eyes clenched shut as I waited for my body to adjust, I was still so sensitive having not fully recovered yet.

“Look at me.” He sternly commanded.

My eyes instantly fluttered open.

I was mentally prepared for him to take me hard and fast. That’s what I thought he wanted as he roughly positioned me. My arms were still pinned above my head so tightly I couldn’t even turn my head.

But the moment my eyes met his, something changed.

Jared’s tense body softened. Still deeply embedded in me, he tilted his hips and relaxed his on mine. Easing his iron clad grip on my wrists, he shifted onto his elbows resting his palms against my cheeks as his thumbs caressed my skin. With a swipe of his tongue across his lips, he leaned forward to kiss me tenderly.

Jared’s tongue slipped between my lips, deepening our kiss further as he scooped the back of my neck in his left hand. Pulling his hips slowly back, his gentleness allowing me to feel as his cock moved within me. Taking his right hand to my knee, he lifted it giving me the ability to wrap it around his waist as he thrusted into me as slowly as he pulled back.

“Wrap your arms around me.” Jared whispered against my lips, so quietly I could barely hear his command.

Bringing my arms from above my head, my fingertips grazed up the back of his arms and around his broad shoulders. I traced invisible lines across his back feeling his muscles flinch beneath his skin.

My emotions, my desire, my love for this man gripped my heart as he made love to me. Feeling my neck as it lay cradled in his hand; I felt so cherished. This is where I belonged. My thoughts were becoming words and I felt the need to speak.

“Jared..” I whispered.

Meeting his eyes again, all thoughts fled me as I began to feel that familiar tingling deep within my center. Everything coming together was too much for me to bare. Tightening his arms around me, Jared quickened his pace, our bodies totally in sync.

“Come with me, baby girl.”

Kissing, touching, holding, breathing into each other all became more aggressive as we fell into ecstasy together.

I moaned into his open mouth as my orgasm took me, my legs tightened around him like a vice. The first pulse sending him down with me, I could feel his nails digging into the skin at my knee. Undoubtedly, I’ll have marks on my neck from his grip, reminders of this moment I would cherish each time I saw them.

As our bodies slowly settled, I savored the feeling of Jared’s weight on top of me and his hardness deep within me making us one. Letting his body rest on mine, I took a deep breath, filling my lungs with his scent. Cocooning me between his body and the mattress, he brought his lips to mine.

“Baby girl…”

Softly kissing, our hands roamed across each other’s skin enjoying the last few moments of tangled limbs and gentle touches.

I was so happy, so content I had no desire to move. I knew the moment was fast approaching though. We couldn’t stay this way forever. Feeling Jared pull just slightly back, his lips barely touching mine.

As our eyes met, it was like time stood still. The walls protecting his very heart and soul had fallen away and what lay behind them was an openness I had never seen before.

With a tremble in his voice he whispered, “I’m in love with you.”

Continuation of the final Emison scene in 7x15

“Thank you for trusting me.” Alison practically whispers in Emily’s ear during their tight embrace. They hold each other a moment longer, neither girl really wanting the physical contact to end. So when the time comes to pull away Emily makes sure to grab the blondes hands, squeezing them tight as she brings them to her lap.

They stare at each other, really looking into each other’s eyes for the first time in weeks. Since Emily’s pseudoultimadum the two of them have been walking on eggshells around each other, not allowing themselves to get too lost in the other, keeping to short glances, avoiding too much eye contact. But now, neither Emily nor Alison could tear their eyes away.

Alison has a quick flashback to words she said to Pagie earlier, decribing the way Emily looks at her, much like she is right now. She can’t help but let out a small sighing laugh at the thought.

Emily interrupts her thoughts with a concerned, “What?”

It’s now or never Alison thinks.

She takes in a deep breath before starting,“That’s not all I’ve been figuring out today,”

Emily’s brow creases momentarily in confusion. Alison just continues,“You asked me to figure out what that kiss meant, and I know now.” She sees Emily’s eyes change from worry to a softness, she can tell Emily is trying not to show her eagerness for this conversation, she has been waiting weeks, no years of you really get to the start of it.

“I think I’ve always known, I’ve just been to afraid to admit it. I’ve never really known what a healthy loving relationship is like. My parents were cold and distant, not only to each other but to me and Jason as well.” Alison felt Emily lightly squeeze her hand at this, “We both know how I treated people when I was younger. And I’ve always thought I was unworthy of love because of how my family treated me, how I treated others, but when you look at me, for a moment I believe I’m wrong.” Her eye begin to well up with unshed tears, she takes a slow breath trying to keep them at bay, she had to get through this.

“You see the good in me, the person I can be, and all I want is to desperately be that person, for you. Instead I put walls up and push people away because it’s easier, it’s instinct.” Alison’s eye contact has been spoty at best during her explanation, but she makes sure to find the brunettes eyes every time she mention her specifically, for emphasis.

“Theres an insecurity in me tells me I’m not good enough for love, and especially not for you. And it’s that voice that’s keeping me from letting myself be happy. I’m afraid that one day you’ll realize I’m not enough and leave, and I don’t, no I KNOW I couldn’t handle that.” Emily opens her mouth to protest, but Alison cuts her off with a shake of her head, no, pleading with the brunnette to let her finish while she has the courage. 

Alison stares intensely in Emily’s eyes for the next part, earning a tight squeeze if her hands from Emily, encouraging her to continue,“I know that I love you. And that thought terrifies me, because I feel like I can’t live up to the expectations of that person you think I am.”

The first tear finally falls, but Alison refuses to let it consume her, she pushes on. “But I’m sick of feeling like I don’t deserve to be happy. And I’m so tired of pushing you away. I need you more than I can explain, but if you give me a chance I’d like to try to show you.” She hangs her head, practicly whispering the next part, “And if it’s okay with you, I’d very much like to kiss you again.”

Alison waits Emily’s reaction, her head still down, her heart racing a mile a minute. She’s desperately fighting the tears that keep spilling down her face. The moment, and the silence feels like it drives on for an eternity. The feeling of Emily’s hands pulling away from hers starts a panic in her mind.

A hand finds its way to her face, Emily’s hand, she looks up and notices the brunette shifted moving to sit closer to her. Emily’s other hand grabs her other cheek. She searches Emily’s eyes for something, anything. It’s not until Emily’s lips meet her own that she closes her eyes, succumbing to the taste she’s been craving for weeks. She grabs hold of Emily’s hands which are still on either side of her face.

They kiss for what feels like the first time, losing themselves in each other. Hands gently exploring, pulling each other closer. There’s a need, a hunger, flowing between them.

When they finally part, Emily rests her forhead on the blondes eyes still shut, slowly catching her breath. Alison opens her eyes to find that familiar gaze, “I know I have more to figure out, and work through…”

Emily cuts her off this time, “we’ll do it together.” She leaned in a kissed Alison again, a short chaste kiss, “always together.” Emily pulled Alison into another embrace, shifting them so she was now the one leaning against the wall. Alison burried her head into Emily’s neck, breathing in her light perfume. For the first time in forever she felt at peace. She knew they had so much more to discuss, but knowing Emily is there for her and willing to give her a chance, Alison felt like she didn’t have to be so afraid.

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So I’ve come up with two new story arch ideas and have thoughts on where to lead them next. Both are Jughead x Reader one’s but I don’t know which one you guys will like better. This is the more lighthearted one. Any feedback would be appreciated and I see this story going about 5 parts if it’s read enough. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy it.

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She was a mystery to me. I was trying to figure her out. Y/N Y/L/N had arrived to Riverdale only a few weeks before Jason Blossoms murder, and from what I could tell so far - she made an effort to stay hidden from almost everyone at the school. I didn’t see her at the mandatory “spirit” inclined pep rallies, lunch, or any sports event and she made a very clear attempt to be avoided in the hallways. Something I could relate to in that manner.

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Two girls can fall in love

Teensy hands cup my curious eyes,
I am young and full of wonder.
At the blissful age of five.

This is when the freak show started,
God made a joke and
that joke was me.
But what kind of God would mess with a child of five
and tell her that although you see the Big Bang in a pretty girl’s eyes,
You should only ever fall for:
guys.

I buried my feelings in a grave labelled guilt-
And then I was eight.
Too young to contemplate,
the thoughts of my wedding day
not being the same
as the ones you see on reality TV.

Eleven.
My gaze at the eyelash on her cheek lingered too long.
Twelve.
These thoughts are wrong.
Thirteen.
God isn’t real, or he’s sick for creating me like this.
Fourteen.
Her cheeks are the only cheeks I want to kiss.
Fifteen.
Rainbows burst through the floorboards, march their way up the stairs and yell in my face:
“Acknowledge the stares, it’s just a girl”
It’s just a girl.
You are worthy of love.

Sixteen.
There has been a hell of a storm.
Dig up the grave, dust off your feelings and leave only red flowers in remembrance.
In remembrance of the time that you hated God because he hated you.
Of the time you would flick your wrist, when you thought of her lips.
Of the time when boys would temporarily fill the whole in your chest.
Of the time you thought that two girls could not fall in love-
could not hold each other,
and could not whisper the sound of forever into the silent night.

Teensy hands cup my curious eyes,
I am young and full of wonder.
At the blissful age of five.
If only I knew then, what I know now.

anonymous asked:

Remember that message about Wildfire dying? Some things that happen after that: Starfire cannot stand the sight of Beast Boy anymore, because he reminds her too much of Wildfire, she starts being even more upset when any other Titan gets hurt, when one of Punk Rockets robots sent Robin crashing into a building she literally broke his arm in several places, and sleeps with a crudely drawn picture of her family she drew when she was small

Why do you do this to me?

Okay well, anon apparently wants feels so ALL ABOARD THE PAIN TRAIN.

  • She didn’t fly for weeks after it happened.
  • Even when she did start flying again she couldn’t get more than ten feet above the ground at first.
  • She still isn’t doing any casual hovering like she used to.  She only takes flight when necessary.
  • Beast Boy doesn’t understand why she keeps avoiding him in the halls at first.
  • When he figures it out, he spends more time in animal forms.
  • Petting him in dog form seems to help her.
  • He desperately wants to tell her jokes and try to make her laugh but he knows she won’t go for it and any giggles he would manage to pry from her would be hollow.
  • So he just curls up next to her as a cat or gerbil or puppy and is a calm, silent presence by her side.
  • Raven is quieter than usual and spends a lot of time meditating.
  • Without Starfire’s positive feelings of happiness and joy, the Tower’s air is a lot more clouded, and it’s… difficult to remain in balance.
  • Especially when she can sense Starfire’s sadness.
  • Raven is basically secondhand grieving.
  • Cyborg lets Starfire come down to the garage and work on projects with him to keep her mind and hands busy.
  • Robin spends a lot of time with her.
  • But he also gives her space when he can tell she wants to be alone.
  • He’ll cook meals and leave them outside her door though.
  • Along with little notes reminding her that he loves her and he’s there for her.
  • She tells him stories about Wildfire from her childhood.  He swaps memories about his parents.
  • They hold each other often.  Not saying anything.  Just being together.  Sometimes crying.
  • She has insomnia some nights and will go wake him up, so he can sit with her.  He’ll make her a hot drink and just let her talk.
  • He tries to encourage her to take out any anger on their obstacle course rather than out in the field.
  • (He’s offered to spar with her but she’s declined, afraid of hurting him in her grief.)
  • He doesn’t even say anything about her never leaving his side during fights, staying close to him, reacting badly whenever he gets hurt.
  • He knows the feeling all too well.
  • What really surprised all of them was when they got an alert in the middle of the night.
  • And it was Blackfire, staggeringly drunk and just punching walls to pieces with her starbolts.
  • Angrier than they’d ever seen her.
  • The others stood back as Starfire fought her and they absolutely wrecked the street for a bit, trading their usual barbs and insults, before Blackfire blurted out, “I HATED HIM, WHY DO I MISS HIM SO MUCH?”
  • And both girls collapsed together just holding each other and sobbing because they’re all they have left now.
  • They don’t even finish the fight, they just let Blackfire off.

[Three panel illustrated comic, titled “Twinning”.

Panel One Description: Two women are in front of a stripe wallpaper, the woman on the left is introducing the other woman to her daughters. She says “And these are my girls Lianna and Jessica.” The other woman is bent down towards the girls (out of frame), and asks “Aww, adorable! Are you two twins?”

Panel Two Description: The scene changes to an image of Lianna and Jessica as children. The girls are parked next to each other, holding hands, with monotone expressions, similar to the twins from The Shining. They are dressed in matching floral dresses and headbands. They reply in unison, with a monotone expression “No. We are two years apart.”

Panel Three Description: The scene returns to the two women. The girls’ mom says to the other woman, “It’s funny, they get that a lot. Why do you think that is?”. The other woman is looking at their mother with one eyebrow up in the air, and doesn’t know how to respond.]

Oh we don’t know mom, maybe dressing us the exact same had something to do with it? 😂

Dave Heath     Poets Leroi Jones and Allen Ginsberg, 7 Arts Coffee Gallery, New York City     1959


Lately, I’ve become accustomed to the way
The ground opens up and envelopes me
Each time I go out to walk the dog.
Or the broad edged silly music the wind
Makes when I run for a bus…

Things have come to that.

And now, each night I count the stars.
And each night I get the same number.
And when they will not come to be counted,
I count the holes they leave.

Nobody sings anymore.

And then last night I tiptoed up
To my daughter’s room and heard her
Talking to someone, and when I opened
The door, there was no one there…
Only she on her knees, peeking into

Her own clasped hands

–Leroi Jones, “Preface to a 20 Volume Suicide Note” 1961


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For Naomi Ginsberg, 1894-1956

Strange now to think of you, gone without corsets & eyes, while I walk on
  the sunny pavement of Greenwich Village.
downtown Manhattan, clear winter noon, and I’ve been up all night, talking,
  talking, reading the Kaddish aloud, listening to Ray Charles blues
  shout blind on the phonograph
the rhythm the rhythm–and your memory in my head three years after–
  And read Adonais’ last triumphant stanzas aloud–wept, realizing
  how we suffer–
And how Death is that remedy all singers dream of, sing, remember,
  prophesy as in the Hebrew Anthem, or the Buddhist Book of An-
  swers–and my own imagination of a withered leaf–at dawn–
Dreaming back thru life, Your time–and mine accelerating toward Apoca-
  lypse,
the final moment–the flower burning in the Day–and what comes after,
looking back on the mind itself that saw an American city
a flash away, and the great dream of Me or China, or you and a phantom
  Russia, or a crumpled bed that never existed–
like a poem in the dark–escaped back to Oblivion–
No more to say, and nothing to weep for but the Beings in the Dream,
  trapped in its disappearance,
sighing, screaming with it, buying and selling pieces of phantom, worship-
  ping each other,
worshipping the God included in it all–longing or inevitability?–while it
  lasts, a Vision–anything more?
It leaps about me, as I go out and walk the street, look back over my shoulder,
  Seventh Avenue, the battlements of window office buildings shoul-
  dering each other high, under a cloud, tall as the sky an instant–and
  the sky above–an old blue place.
or down the Avenue to the south, to–as I walk toward the Lower East Side
  –where you walked 50 years ago, little girl–from Russia, eating the
  first poisonous tomatoes of America frightened on the dock
then struggling in the crowds of Orchard Street toward what?–toward
  Newark–
toward candy store, first home-made sodas of the century, hand-churned ice
  cream in backroom on musty brownfloor boards–
Toward education marriage nervous breakdown, operation, teaching school,
  and learning to be mad, in a dream–what is this life?
Toward the Key in the window–and the great Key lays its head of light
  on top of Manhattan, and over the floor, and lays down on the
  sidewalk–in a single vast beam, moving, as I walk down First toward
  the Yiddish Theater–and the place of poverty
you knew, and I know, but without caring now–Strange to have moved
  thru Paterson, and the West, and Europe and here again,
with the cries of Spaniards now in the doorstops doors and dark boys on
  the street, firs escapes old as you
–Tho you’re not old now, that’s left here with me–
Myself, anyhow, maybe as old as the universe–and I guess that dies with
  us–enough to cancel all that comes–What came is gone forever
  every time–
That’s good!  That leaves it open for no regret–no fear radiators, lacklove,
  torture even toothache in the end–
Though while it comes it is a lion that eats the soul–and the lamb, the soul,
  in us, alas, offering itself in sacrifice to change’s fierce hunger–hair
  and teeth–and the roar of bonepain, skull bare, break rib, rot-skin,
  braintricked Implacability.
Ai! ai!  we do worse! We are in a fix!  And you’re out, Death let you out,
  Death had the Mercy, you’re done with your century, done with
  God, done with the path thru it–Done with yourself at last–Pure
  –Back to the Babe dark before your Father, before us all–before the
  world–
There, rest.  No more suffering for you.  I know where you’ve gone, it’s good.
No more flowers in the summer fields of New York, no joy now, no more
  fear of Louis,
and no more of his sweetness and glasses, his high school decades, debts,
  loves, frightened telephone calls, conception beds, relatives, hands–
No more of sister Elanor,–she gone before you–we kept it secret you
  killed her–or she killed herself to bear with you–an arthritic heart
  –But Death’s killed you both–No matter–
Nor your memory of your mother, 1915 tears in silent movies weeks and
  weeks–forgetting, agrieve watching Marie Dressler address human-
  ity, Chaplin dance in youth,
or Boris Godunov, Chaliapin’s at the Met, halling his voice of a weeping Czar
  –by standing room with Elanor & Max–watching also the Capital
  ists take seats in Orchestra, white furs, diamonds,
with the YPSL’s hitch-hiking thru Pennsylvania, in black baggy gym skirts
  pants, photograph of 4 girls holding each other round the waste, and
  laughing eye, too coy, virginal solitude of 1920
all girls grown old, or dead now, and that long hair in the grave–lucky to
  have husbands later–
You made it–I came too–Eugene my brother before (still grieving now and
  will gream on to his last stiff hand, as he goes thru his cancer–or kill
  –later perhaps–soon he will think–)
And it’s the last moment I remember, which I see them all, thru myself, now
  –tho not you
I didn’t foresee what you felt–what more hideous gape of bad mouth came
  first–to you–and were you prepared?
To go where?  In that Dark–that–in that God? a radiance? A Lord in the
  Void?  Like an eye in the black cloud in a dream?  Adonoi at last, with
  you?
Beyond my remembrance! Incapable to guess! Not merely the yellow skull
  in the grave, or a box of worm dust, and a stained ribbon–Deaths-
  head with Halo?  can you believe it?
Is it only the sun that shines once for the mind, only the flash of existence,
  than none ever was?
Nothing beyond what we have–what you had–that so pitiful–yet Tri-
  umph,
to have been here, and changed, like a tree, broken, or flower–fed to the
  ground–but made, with its petals, colored, thinking Great Universe,
  shaken, cut in the head, leaf stript, hid in an egg crate hospital, cloth
  wrapped, sore–freaked in the moon brain, Naughtless.
No flower like that flower, which knew itself in the garden, and fought the
  knife–lost
Cut down by an idiot Snowman’s icy–even in the Spring–strange ghost
  thought some–Death–Sharp icicle in his hand–crowned with old
  roses–a dog for his eyes–cock of a sweatshop–heart of electric
  irons.
All the accumulations of life, that wear us out–clocks, bodies, consciousness,
  shoes, breasts–begotten sons–your Communism–‘Paranoia’ into
  hospitals.
You once kicked Elanor in the leg, she died of heart failure later.  You of
  stroke.  Asleep?  within a year, the two of you, sisters in death.  Is
  Elanor happy?
Max grieves alive in an office on Lower Broadway, lone large mustache over
  midnight Accountings, not sure.  His life passes–as he sees–and
  what does he doubt now?  Still dream of making money, or that might
  have made money, hired nurse, had children, found even your Im-
  mortality, Naomi?
I’ll see him soon.  Now I’ve got to cut through to talk to you as I didn’t
  when you had a mouth.
Forever.  And we’re bound for that, Forever like Emily Dickinson’s horses
  –headed to the End.
They know the way–These Steeds–run faster than we think–it’s our own
  life they cross–and take with them.

  Magnificent, mourned no more, marred of heart, mind behind, mar-
ried dreamed, mortal changed–Ass and face done with murder.
  In the world, given, flower maddened, made no Utopia, shut under
pine, almed in Earth, blamed in Lone, Jehovah, accept.
  Nameless, One Faced, Forever beyond me, beginningless, endless,
Father in death.  Tho I am not there for this Prophecy, I am unmarried, I’m
hymnless, I’m Heavenless, headless in blisshood I would still adore
  Thee, Heaven, after Death, only One blessed in Nothingness, not
light or darkness, Dayless Eternity–
  Take this, this Psalm, from me, burst from my hand in a day, some
of my Time, now given to Nothing–to praise Thee–But Death
  This is the end, the redemption from Wilderness, way for the Won-
derer, House sought for All, black handkerchief washed clean by weeping
–page beyond Psalm–Last change of mine and Naomi–to God’s perfect
Darkness–Death, stay thy phantoms!

–Allen Ginsberg, “Kaddish, Pt. 1″  1961