good and bad; and she says she does

burmecias-protector  asked:

You, to me, are the best mun for Casca, the one who can bring our who she truly is, both the good and the bad, the beautiful and the ugly. You know her so well. Freya came to love her so much, so much that she would tear down moutnains just to see her smile. But you've also become so important to me. I follow because you have become literally one of my closest friends here. I love you Mary, your selflessness, just how you seek out the happiness for others above your own. I love you, my love.

I cannot say much, because your message has left me speechless when I received it, and it does the same just now. You know what an inspiration you are to me, so to read this, and to hold it before my eye whenever I feel low about my portrayal or even myself as a person, means the fucking world to me. You are one of the most loyal women I have met on here, you are dedicated and loving, you don’t just inspire me when it comes to writing. You, as a person, are inspirational. And wonderful. I’m honoured to call you my friend. 

anonymous asked:

whoa ok step back, daedalus built a cow suit for a woman who wanted to fuck a bull and that's why the minotaur WAS A THING? I DID NOT KNOW THIS

I honestly think that I’d be doing you a great disservice if I didn’t tell you about the time Daedalus enabled rampant bestiality, so allow me to clear this gap in your knowledge. 

Anyone who doesn’t want to read a poorly retold myth about a man who built a cow suit so realistic that it totally fooled a magic bull into laying down some absolutely quality homo-bovine dick and siring a minotaur should probably press J on their keyboard right now, but honestly if that synopsis doesn’t do it for you then you should probably just quit Greek mythology all together.

So, Minos is this guy who manages to achieve the dual feat of being both King of Crete and an incorrigible asshole. Also, the first achievement is a really tenuous one, because Minos has like a billion brothers and he’s basically Malcolm in the Middle and all his brothers are better looking than him and they have way better abs and it’s really awkward every year at Christmas because they’re all “could you pass the stuffing, Minos? Also you’re totally stuffed because I’m going to be king one day haha suck it, right on” and so Minos starts to get really worried that he’s going to lose the throne to one of his more lustrous-locked brothers and then he’ll be stuck with just the one achievement of being an incorrigible asshole and so he has a little brood and he comes up with a plan. 

One day, he goes up to Poseidon, god of the sea and all things wet (or at least that’s what he tells girls at the Olympus nightclubs) and he’s like “hey, Poseidon, could you do me a solid?” and Poseidon is like “no bro but I can do you a liquid” and they have a little manly giggle and then Minos says “no but really, I need a favour” and Poseidon is like “well, you just gave me a golden opportunity to mock the states of matter, I’m 100% up for doing any favour you want” and Minos says “well, you know how I have loads of brothers” and Poseidon is like “you mean the better looking ones?” and Minos pouts and says “looks aren’t everything, but yes, those ones” and Poseidon is like “go on” and Minos says “well, I need them to stop trying to steal the throne because it’s getting really annoying and also I can’t sleep at night any more and it’s driving my hot wife insane, could you maybe show that you totally support me being King of Crete? That way, they’ll definitely stop being dicks at Christmas” and Poseidon just nods and says “I have a great idea for how I can do this”

and Minos is like “wow, are you going to send down an army of merpeople and slaughter all my brothers in a righteous and watery battle?” and Poseidon is like “no” and Minos says “are you going to conjure up a giant tidal wave and make it destroy all my brothers’ homes but leave my palace totally intact?” and Poseidon is like “no” and Minos says “well, are you going to turn all my brothers into mermen?” and Poseidon is like “look, I’m going to send you a bull”

and Minos just blinks and says “a bull” and Poseidon nods and grins and says “yes, a bull” and Minos says “THAT’S bull” and Poseidon points behind him and says “no, THAT’S a bull” and then he brings out this fucking phenomenal bull. Like, this bull puts all other bulls to shame. It’s glowing white and it’s as big as two ordinary bulls and probably twice as virile. It’s basically overcompensation in taurine form. Anyway, this bull is so bitchin’ that immediately, all of Minos’ brothers are like “wow, nope, you can keep that throne, we don’t want Poseidon to sic his sick bull on us” and basically Minos lives happily ever after with his incredible bull.

Until eventually Poseidon shows up at Minos’ palace and says “hey, Minos, you know that really awesome bull I lent you a while back?” and Minos is like “what bull” and Poseidon is like “the magical snow white bull which gleamed in the Cretan sun like limestone and Apollo’s cheekbones” and Minos is like “oh, THAT bull” and Poseidon is like “yes, that bull, now where is it because I’m having a bull party next week and I really want it back” and Minos says “well, here’s the thing, and it’s kind of a funny story really and I’m sure we’ll laugh about it later, maybe we could even laugh about it now, ha, but anyway all jokes aside I’m keeping the bull” and Poseidon is all “like fuck you’re keeping that bull, it’s my best bull, this is bullshit” and Minos is like “that’s one of the hazards of keeping a bull, maybe you’re not cut out for it” and Poseidon says “you haven’t heard the end of this, Minos, you have made a very powerful and watery enemy” and he leaves and Minos goes and, like, pets the bull or something, I don’t know what you do with bulls.

So, Poseidon goes back to his soggy lair and formulates a plan, and he eventually comes up with something straight out of Quentin Tarantino’s brie-induced nightmares. He goes to find Aphrodite, the goddess of love and afternoon delight, and says “hey Aphrodite, first of all you look delectable and secondly I need you to help me make a woman bang a bull” and Aphrodite is like “I honestly hate this job sometimes, but you’re right, I do look delectable, tell me more” and Poseidon is like “I had this really sweet bull and I lent it to Minos so he would think I liked him and now he won’t give it back and so I need you to make his wife fall in love with the bull, it’s a foolproof vengeance plan” and Aphrodite says “you are a god” and Poseidon says “yes” and Aphrodite says “why can’t you just, you know, take back the bull with your divine power?” and Poseidon is like “look, are you going to make this woman fall in love with the bull or not” and Aphrodite is like “fuck yes, that sounds hilarious, consider it done and I want front row seats” and Poseidon is like “you are my favourite niece and occasional lover, I owe you one”

Back to the palace at Crete, where Minos’ wife, Pasiphaë, is lounging about on a contemporary equivalent to a chaise-lounge when she suddenly gets this unmistakable urge to do the do with a bull - but not just any bull, her loins quiver only for the bull in her husband’s barnyard. Instead of doing what most people would do when they realise they have an insatiable urge to make tender love to a bull and immediately committing herself to months of therapy, she thinks “I know what I have to do” and she picks up the contemporary equivalent of a phone and calls Daedalus, inventor and architect extraordinaire.

She’s all “hey, Daedalus, we have patient confidentiality, right?” and Daedalus is like “I’m not your doctor, so no” and she’s like “well, I’m your Queen, so how about you say ‘yes’ instead and I tell you what I want?” and Daedalus is like “my lips are sealed, tell me what you need” and she’s all “well, there’s this really rad guy and I totally want to just lay him down and lick chocolate sauce off his body, but there’s a hitch in my plan” and Daedalus says “yeah, you’re married” and Pasiphaë says “yes, and also he’s a bull” and Daedalus is like “do you mean he’s well hung or” and Pasiphaë is like “look man you gotta help me on this, I need me some sweet bullocking and only you can help me” and Daedalus says “I’ll do what I can, but I hope you have a damn good shower at your palace because I may need to use it for about 6 weeks afterwards” and she’s like “done, now get over here and get me some”

So Daedalus turns up and helps her, and in the blink of an eye, he’s built her this monstrous wooden cow suit. Now, the myth is not exactly clear on the mechanics of this bovine sex toy, but it’s established that Pasiphaë gets into the cow suit and goes to find her bullock beau and they make sweet, sweet cattle love all day and all night. I do not know how she manoeuvres herself inside this wooden furry abomination and frankly I do not want to know, but whatever she does is 100% successful because 9 months later she gives birth to another furry abomination. The good news is that he’s a healthy, bouncing baby boy. The bad news is that he is half baby and half bull and also he has this really annoying habit that most newborns don’t have of eating people, which means that Minos is the definition of Not Impressed with his new stepson, so he does what any sane human would do in this situation, and he calls Daedalus. 

Daedalus says “I’m in the shower, what do you want?” and Minos is like “look, my wife has committed a slight indiscretion and I need you to take care of the result” and Daedalus is like “she fucked a bull and she’s had a grotesque hybrid baby, hasn’t she” and Minos narrows his eyes and says “how do you know?” and Daedalus says “just a stab in the dark, mate, I had no hand in this at all, literally none, just let me wash my hands a minute and I’ll be right back” and Minos is like “just build something to trap that devil spawn, because it’s started to eat my servants and I never even wanted a stepson anyway, it’s just one more claim to the throne isn’t it” and Daedalus is like “dude, give me a week and it’ll be done”

and so Daedalus constructs this impenetrable labyrinth that’s so impregnable that Daedalus nearly gets lost on the way out, and they lob the minotaur tot right into the middle of it, and that’s that.

Except then the minotaur starts demanding the sacrifice of seven young men every year, who are tossed into the labyrinth and forced to play a fatal game of cat and mouse with a grotesque superpowered man-bull creature that will ultimately devour them, flesh from bone, at the heart of a labyrinth that only he can navigate, but that’s a story for another myth. Or The Maze, starring Dylan O’Brien, out in a multiplex near you.

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Humans are weird

Ok, getting on the humans are weird bandwagon….

It surprises me that we haven’t talked about the most obvious thing: humans imagine things. Humans outright make shit up. (Like these posts?) Human stories often aren’t retellings of things that actually happened. Art often isn’t a depiction of true events. Humans - for want of a better word - humans sublimate. They transform their experiences into outlandish non-reality for each others’ amusement.

It takes forever for first contact to start because the aliens planning it keep getting confused by first radio, then television. Some of these depictions can’t be possible - but which ones? The first time War of the Worlds reaches the Kuiper belt, someone panics and has to double check that a more aggressive group hasn’t actually invaded.

After humans are finally integrated into galactic culture, some issues crop up.

“Did you clean the waste facility?” the Janitorial Supervisor asks.

“Well, I would have,” the human starts, then proceeds to tell an outrageous story about a cleaning bot with a knife strapped to its back which has the entire crew searching the ship for hours. The entire crew except for the humans.

The Captain finds the humans “searching” the self-poisoning cabinet in one of the crew quarters.

“Oh my god,” the First Officer says, on seeing the Captain’s dust-speckled upper ears. “Oh my god, I can’t believe you really fell for that. Stabby is a cryptid, Harold!”

The Captain’s name is not Harold, but that is another, even longer story.

The Captain exhales. “What is a cryptid?”

The assistant medical officer sits up straighter, his drink sloshing dangerously. The Captain has learned what “a gleam in his eye” means and how to detect it. They sit, resigned. There’s no escaping now.

An hour later, the Captain explains the concept of cryptids in considerably less detail to the embarrassed and confused Supervisor. Along with the concept of lying.

“But how do you know the difference?” the Supervisor asks, wringing their tentacles in mixed embarrassment and worry.

“Find another human,” the Captain advises. “Check for signs of mirth.”

This turns out to be prescient, because on their next planetary stop, two of the human field officers come running back into the base camp, out of breath and without the rest of their scouting team.

“Nasty buggers with teeth!” one gasps. Though the other officers appear skeptical, the Captain glances at the First Officer, who is already setting down her meal and grabbing her favorite flamethrower. The assistant medical officer yanks his kit straps over his shoulders, face grim.

“Arm yourselves,” the Captain tells the rest.

It takes about four hours, but they get everyone back more or less intact. The humans change the sign in the rec room on the ship to read: “Us: 6, Them: 0″. There is a ritual raising of liquor-filled glasses, even by the injured who are forbidden self-poisoning. The Captain begins temporary hibernation very relieved that humans are so willing to count other species as “us”.

When they ask the First Officer about it two cycles later, the First Officer looks confused, then knowing.

“My great grandmother remembers when you first showed up. They picked your people for first contact for a reason, didn’t they?”

“We look the most like you.”

“Yeah, well, that was a bad call. Gran says humans debated for months whether or not you were just other humans with good prosthetic makeup.”

The Captain blinks at this. “Most peoples are shocked and upset to learn the rest of the sentient universe does not share their appearance. Wait.” They pause. “Is that why we had so many applicants for the Janitorial position?”

The First Officer ignores that, as she usually does when the Captain doesn’t really want to know the answer.

“Do you know why cryptids exist? Why horror and violence and monsters exist in our stories?” she asks instead.

The Captain twitches both sets of ears ‘no’. “It seems unnecessary to frighten yourselves over things that don’t exist.”

“But nasty buggers with teeth do exist, even if we haven’t met them yet,” she says grimly. “And we were ready, weren’t we?”

It’s true. The humans on board have been terrifyingly adaptable, even in their violence.

The Captain feels their way carefully. “You think about things that don’t exist… sometimes even things that distress and terrify you… so that you can be ready when you face real things that distress and terrify you?”

“See, this is why you’re the Captain, Harold.” The First Officer slaps their shoulder hump cheerfully, careful to avoid the spines. “And better yet, we share the things we imagine with each other. It’s like a mental vaccine.”

“And it works?”

“Eh, sometimes. It’s not perfect. Sometimes we don’t mark our vaccines properly, or don’t realize we’re adding things we didn’t mean to. Some of them have a bad effect on some people, for various reasons. But we joined the galactic community in less than a generation. Has any other species ever done that?”

“You imagined us before you met us.”

“Now you’re getting it.”

Broken Heart

Originally posted by jeffatkinsimagines

The music was blaring loudly from the large speakers in the gym, lights flickering back and forth between different colors of the spectrum, the smell of punch lingered in the air mixed with alcohol that some students had managed to sneak in.

(Y/N) sat on the bleachers with her head down, looking at her short and shiny black heels that were beginning to make her feet ache. Reaching down, she took them off and wiggled her toes for a moment before sighed and leaning back against the bleacher behind her.

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anonymous asked:

I don't think it's weird that Mani is the one talking "good" about Camila. Dinah can't say a thing because it'd confirm they're still friends n ruin the official narrative. If Lauren says smth, Camren hell would break lose. Ally is the one that (in my pov) didn't seem to like Camz all along so maybe she doesn't want to talk about her. Mani and Camz seemed less tense n began interacting again Sept to Dec, so maybe they didn't end in bad terms. Therefore she is the "safest" to reference Camila

Why do people think Ally doesn’t like Camila? Where does this come from? Camally is fucking glorious!

→ Paper Doll (pt. 2)

Originally posted by jengkook

pairing → Jungkook x Reader

genre → idol+singer-songwriter!au, drama, slight angst, smut

 warning  sex, language

word count   → 4.7k

 summary   → When the nation’s little sister, IU, gets into a huge scandal, your agency seizes the opportunity to thrust you into that now vacant spotlight. Your self-composed song Paper Doll becomes an overnight sensation, and soon people are itching to find out who was the one who broke your heart. All hell breaks loose once netizens discover that you used to date popular idol, Jeon Jungkook. Little do they know that it wasn’t him who left the relationship unscathed –  it was you.

↳ alternatively: a story on the consequences of a hit break-up song

i | ii 

 a/n  → i haven’t even been on tumblr for a week and askdjjj I can’t believe how many people liked pt. i –  also, I know absolutely nothing about songwriting or music theory, or anything really, so this is me bullshitting my way through 4k words that i haven’t proofread



You associated every song of yours to a specific time and place.

The whimsical cluster chords that opened up Blue Afternoon made you think of the view from your window last spring. Looking down on the busy streets of Seoul from your flat, a crowding of umbrellas had danced to the sound of heavy rain, and you had been immediately struck with a melody line.

That was your favorite part of songwriting – that moment when you finally had something, after having absolutely nothing.

Ironically enough, out of all the songs on your album, you disliked Paper Doll the most.

Even before it had been propelled to the top of the music charts, the song had never been a favorite. The melody line was catchy but predictable, with the most common chord progressions and an overproduced chorus. The people reviewing your songs during the album production had all loved it, however, and they had adamantly decided to push it as a title track.

It was amusing how people presumed the song described a devastating heartbreak between you and your first love. They weren’t exactly wrong, but their interpretation was completely off. Still, you weren’t stupid enough to disapprove their theories. If they wanted to believe that your first boyfriend was a heartless playboy, then that wasn’t your problem.

At least you had never thought it would have to be a problem.

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my parents say i’m too smart
to be this sad. they tell me no, no,
you’re high functioning

because most days,
i can control my impulses and
convince myself that my brain is being illogical
and maybe they’re right,
maybe i’m overreacting,
maybe every day isn’t as bad
as the bad days make it seem
but on the bad days, the good days
aren’t enough to make me want to stay.

and on those days, when i’m alone,
when i have no one who cares,
i turn to my mom because
she’s the only one who does
and i tell her she doesn’t.
she doesn’t know what to say
and when she tells me she loves me,
i can’t say it back
because when i get like this,
i can’t feel anything but sadness.
so she tells me i’m smart,
tells me i’ll get through this,
and i wanna be like
you’re goddamn right i will,
because i will work for it.
but just because i’m hardworking
doesn’t mean i’m happy.

just because i walk around with a smile
doesn’t mean i’m not struggling.
and maybe it’s true that no one cares
unless you’re on your deathbed,
unless you’re physically screaming,
but maybe it’s true that even then,
people will compare what you went through
to themselves and fault you
for not getting through it as well as they did.
and i get it, i do, how people forget to ask me
how i am because they have their own lives to live
and sometimes lending a shoulder
takes up too much energy when you’re this sad.

i don’t know - i guess a lot of the things
i thought i believed in
were always a contradiction in the end
and i wish i could write a poem
to make it all go away but
sometimes poems fail. sometimes words fail.
on the bad days, most of the time they do.
the truth is, you’re tired.
the truth is, i’m tired, too.
the truth is, neither one of us knows what to do.

—  bad days
Kiss me, I'm Irish ☘

Just a little smutty Friends to Lovers (with no pining!) fun for this holiday, dedicated to @swallowedsong for various reasons. Sláinte! (rated M, 3000 words, AO3)


She almost choked on her green beer as her best friend’s feet came up off the ground as the burly, flanneled lumberjack (well, big guy in flannel shirt) at the bar planted a smacking kiss right on those unsuspecting lips. She’d told Killian what would happen if we wore that shirt, but he didn’t listen. Emma’s laughter is lost in the packed pub filled to the brim with St. Patrick’s Day revelers, but she knows Killian hears it, his telltale eyebrow lifting as Paul Bunyan releases him and gives him a jovial pat on the back.

“You had to know that would happen at some point, lad.”

“Aye, mate…sláinte!”

Emma shakes her head at Killian’s seemingly unflappable facade, watching as he shares a big grin and a toast with his kissing buddy at the end of the bar. But as he makes his way back to her she can see the signs of his mild embarrassment in the red glow of his pointy ears to the sheen of sweat at the hollow of his throat.

“Regretting that shirt yet?”

“Why Swan? That was the best kiss I’ve had all night.”

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Underestimating Vilde

So I was thinking about how everything went to hell and how it could be possible for the girl squad to fall apart so badly and so easily after we saw them build up a friendship is the past three seasons. 

I personally love the small girl squad scenes we saw in s3. Specifically how Vilde and Sana always seemed like they are closer than ever before. Since that party at the end of s2, they seemed to be on really good terms.

Originally posted by caryled

So how did things fall apart?

Then I realized, Sana is holding herself away from Vilde. Since the season started, she has shut her out. 

When she asked the girls if they knew about Sara’s intentions, she specifically bypassed Vilde, assuming she’d take their side. She never gave Vilde a chance.

Now look back.Who does Vilde remind you of? Magnus! Magnus and his ignorant questions. The naive offenses he made.So far, what we have seen from Vilde was the same, she never intentionally does anything bad. She’s just a silly gossip. She talks and listens to what everyone else says, because she wants to be part of what everyone else does. I can totally imagine her making those comments about being the boss and Sana being called “slave” without any thought. She’ll probably miss how bad they sound and that’s bad but it’s still better than intentionally spreading Islamophobia.

Then putting these points aside let’s look back at Sana’s comment about Vilde in S2: “Vilde is the first one I’ll take to war with me.” and it’s a war indeed. 

Here’s the thing. I don’t think girl squad knows about the PM gang’s plan. I don’t think Vilde really masterminded this. 

I’m thinking maybe, despite what Sana thinks, Vilde will be the first person to turn back to Sana. When she realizes what has happened, she might take Sana’s side and leave the bus with Sana. Standing by her side. 

And here’s another thing that further confirms this.By now, we have all decided that the real reverse in the trailer was the roles not the time thing. It’s quite clear that it was Noora who tripped Sana.

 Now take another look at the trailer.  What happens next, is Vilde catches Noora and breaks her fall. going by my theory that means she actually catches Sana, breaking her fall,and losing her image, her bus, her ambition along the way. 

I really hope I’m right. This would be so amazing if it happens. the girl squad once again reunited, staying together against the world. 

I feel like this is the only way that the girls can get back together and I want nothing more than for girl squad to go back to their nice self again.

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‘Good morning, princess. Let’s make coffee for Dean.’

There are a lot of weird things in Castiel’s house. Animals skulls, antlers, old books written in ancient languages, stones, bottles, flowers… And of course, there is The Queen Of Universe.

She’s 4 years old, have a scar on her neck, and Cas won her in poker almost 3 years ago. Since that night she’s his most precious treasure, and no one can say a bad word about her.

 She does whatever she want whenever she want and usually treat Dean like air. But sometimes she sleeps with him on his pillow ans he can’t help but smile. 

Tegu body condition, or: but they’re SUPPOSED to have huge cheeks!!1!

Tegu lizards can make fantastic reptile pets for the experienced owner, but because of their stocky build and highly developed pterygoid muscles (those are the jowls you see), it’s often really difficult to assess their body condition. I took these photos at a reptile show recently. The jowls of a tegu are the first thing people see, and that’s usually all that ever gets talked about. Somebody says “he looks fat” and then somebody else says “he’s supposed to have those cheeks,” but friends, let me tell you a secret: tegus store fat in places other than their jowls. So what I’ve done here is taken a couple of pictures that show you some other ways to assess tegu body condition… without using the jowl size alone as an indicator of obesity! 

These pictures are of a female. She’s ½ black and white, ¼ red, and ¼ blue. Phenotypically she has a mix of traits- because she was under a red light, it was very hard to get a picture of her showing her true colors, but she does have the blue’s “burnt” nose and seems to have mostly red coloration. She is three years old, she is not gravid, and her breeders had her for sale for one thousand dollars. 

The casual observer would probably say something like “dang, that’s a fat lizard!” The well-meaning tegu enthusiast would probably say in response “actually, no, tegus just look like that!” But that’s not true. We shouldn’t be promoting unhealthy animals and spreading misinformation. These pictures are a good example of some hallmarks of bad body condition in a tegu. To show you what those are, I’ve gone through and marked them in these edited versions. This tegu is basking, meaning she’s all spread out to maximize her surface area and soak up the warmth- but even in this position there’s hallmarks of ill health.

1.  A hallmark of obesity is the ear being obscured by fat. When a tegu is basking, the jowl rises to cover a little bit of the ear- but when the ear’s completely covered like that, it’s a bad sign.

2. The mouth should close all the way. If the mouth doesn’t close all the way, the owner should know what caused it and have taken appropriate steps to correct it if possible. Obviously for some congenital things, there’s nothing you can really do- and it can frequently be an injury or the scars of a poor diet that you can’t correct. You’ll see that in rescue tegus a lot. But that’s something a responsible owner is on top of! Jaw deformation can occur in the form of a lateral malocclusion (a side-to-side crossbite), an overbite, an underbite, or a droopy lip that’s dragged down by the massive fat pad the animal’s carrying.

3. There shouldn’t be folds of fat over the wrists and elbows. There should be a clear delineation between the upper and lower forelimb, but these should be strong and muscular. 

4. This is a very tricky one. Tegus are supposed to have a ridge of skin called the lateral line. When they’re obese, it shrinks and sometimes flattens against the body. However, it will usually flatten against the ribs while basking (that’s what it’s supposed to do, it maximizes surface area to let them take in sunshine) and when gravid. I include it here because the lateral line is something that you might not see on a healthy tegu- you have to consider a lot of factors when looking at an animal! This is especially true for females. If they’re gravid (pregnant), they’re going to be VERY pear-shaped and look really obese around the abdominal area. Tegus can lay up to 70 eggs at a time- of course she’s gonna look bulgy! But this girl? Not pregnant. I asked, and the breeder just kinda stared at me for a second, wondering what kind of clueless halfwit would ask if she was selling a pregnant trihybrid. 

Let’s take a look at this gal’s back half.

5. The tail shouldn’t be… for lack of a better word, puffy. A regenerated tail is another story, those can take a number of weird shapes- but this tail is way too fat.

6. There shouldn’t be fat rolls around the limbs. There should be a clear delineation between thigh and calf- there should be an actual joint there- but there shouldn’t be a bulging roll of fat.

7. The feet and toes shouldn’t be swollen. While the front toes- the digging claws- should be fairly stout and strong, the back toes should be slender and long. The foot itself should have a solid appearance and shouldn’t have dimples or rolls of fat going over the toes.

There are many other markers of health that you can see in tegus- some that show good health, some that show poor- and just as many that you can’t see. For a viewer who’s not super familiar with lizard body shapes, a tegu can be very confusing. They’re built for power, not speed or maneuverability. But when you are looking at an animal, these are some of the things that with a little observation, even the most casual observer can look at! Remember, the animal’s a complete being- it’s not just the jowls! 

THE GANG PLAYING WITH TWO-BIT’S LITTLE SISTER HCS

OK!!!1!!!! SO I RANDOMLY THOUGHT OF THIS?????? OK HERE WE GO THIS WILL BE A WILD RIDE!1!1!!!11!!!

Pony
-ok so Ponyboy would certainly try and get her to love books so he would read to her
-and help her with her hw
-and teach her everything for the next year
-but mostly it’s princess books he gets from the library 
-she also always manages to convince him to let her do his makeup??
-always tells her it’s amazing and she should always do his makeup
-he would be all like ‘wow! that’s… something! You lil artist!!’
-and she would alway smile all big and like!!!! so would Pony!! 
-and its just A++++

Johnny
-Johnny would be the one to play dolls with her
-and he would always be the purple doll
-idk why I just feel like that would be something he would do?
-and he would do lil voices for her
-and he would get like REALLY into it
-and he would sometimes forget how into it he gets (wow ‘and he’ three times in a row, yikes)
-it gets to the point where whenever she sees Johnny she asks he would play with her
-and like she would drag him into the room
-and Johnny always tries to make it all silly for her
-so pure?????

Soda & Steve
-since Soda and Steve are always together
-they would play with her,,,,,,,, together
-i feel like they would play dress up!!!
-and its so pure!!
-she would always choose their outfits
-and i feel like Soda and Steve would try and out-sass each other
-like they wanna see who can make the best show!1!!1!1!!
-and their goal would always be to make her laugh
-then they would dress her up
-and Steve would be all like ‘You look too pretty we have to make sure you don’t get a boyfriend!’
-and she would scrunch her nose and say ew
-AND STEVE AND SODA ARE LIKE!1!!!! ‘das right no boyfriends till your 32!!’
-and you can hear Two-Bit in the back agreeing with them

Darry
-Darry would 10000% love giving her piggy back rides
-and he would like lift her up and spin her around!!
-he would also like arm wrestle her
-then let her win
-and he would try and braid her hair
-but it wouldn’t really look like a braid
-kinda just a knot
-but he does it so often he gets really good at it??
-did I mention putting her on his shoulder and always bringing her a candy bar or something adorable like that
-he would also let her paint his nails
-more like  feel so bad that she is getting so sad when he says no so he says ok fine
-and he never gets to choose his color
-and hes like???
-what kinda salon is this????
-and she just kinda shrugs and giggles

Dally
-so yeah yeah Dally ‘hates kids’
-but this one is an exception!1!!!!1
-he’s also secretly her favorite
-Dally likes to bring her little toys
-like tiny little plastic dolls
-but like nobody knows he gets them for her
-nobody also knows that he attempts to do her hair after she asks him but then gives up after it gets too hard
-keeps accidentally cursing in front of her
-so every time he does he slips her 25₵ and tells her not to repeat him
-lets just say her piggy-bank is LOADED
-also she  began to say ‘man’ A LOT
-gives her piggy back rides as well
-always tells her what to do in situations
-like what to do if she’s at the wrong place at the wrong time
-and its like?? Dally??? a lil too early for that???
-but he actually really cares about her like a sister
-just don’t tell anyone!!!!!!!!!!!
-that is #classified information!!!

Two-Bit
-#ultimatebigbrother
-always watches Disney movies with her
-she’s the reason he likes Mickey Mouse so much!!
-always sneaks her some candy
-is VERY over-protective and will SQUARE UP if you even SUGGEST she isn’t the best thing on this Earth
-they have a secret handshake
-always makes forts with her
-when he is home at night (cuz u know he’s a PARTY ANIMAL) he will tell her silly made-up stories before bed
-and if she has a nightmare he will be the first one up to comfort her
-also if you ask her he has super powers that scare away closet monsters
-basically does what all of the gang does for her (meaning dress up,  piggy back rides, etc) and more
-when he does come home drunk he will make sure she is asleep
-if she does see him with the occasional ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGE and asks what he’s drinking
-he makes sure to tell her no matter what to never drink it
-because he doesn’t want anything bad to happen to her in the future

SORRY THIS IS SO LONG!!!!!

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im such a wreck after the clip and i needed to make myself feel better so this happened. 

@badassandbeautiful wanted to be tagged, so here you go!!!

au in which sana goes to even and isak’s after the fight at the karaoke bar


Sana has nowhere to go.

She can’t go home, not when her mother is there. Her mother with her concerned looks and the ability to tell when something is wrong. 

Not when Elias is likely back there, licking his wounds and gathering his pride. Elias, her soft brother who erupted like a firecracker; Elias who wound up in a fight tonight.

She can’t go to Noora’s, either. Noora doesn’t want to talk to her, and it would be weird for Sana to just show up even if she did.

She can’t go to Chris or even Eva, as chances are both are out drinking the night away. 

Vilde isn’t an option; her name tastes like ash in Sana’s mouth.

She walks for a while, all the while subconsciously heading in one direction, not realizing where until she’s staring at the little plaque on the door that reads Valtersen + Bech Næsheim.

She knocks. 

She’s tired and she’s sad and she’s broken and she’s grasping for straws that have slipped too far out of reach. 

She knocks and she waits, and after a moment, the door opens.

Even’s brows pull together when he sees her, and he steps out of the way, a silent invitation to come inside.

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anonymous asked:

Why don't you like Octavia?

All sorts of reasons, really.

Octavia is a reckless, naive, bratty girl who believes she’s a warrior without embodying the strength of mind, courage and intelligence of one. Kane said it best: “Lincoln taught you when not to kill.” She sees vengeance as justice, when oftentimes the two are so far apart, that having them as one is dangerous and damaging.

Don’t get me wrong, she was my favourite character in seasons one and two. I figured out how to recreate the grounder braids and I wore them for weeks; taking a good hour to get them all in the way I wanted. I loved her despite her flaws. She was strong and interesting and complex, and she fell in love with the grounder, and together the two of them were going to fight back to back forever.

But something I found was Octavia’s fatal flaw - one that is not her own fault, but Aurora’s. Octavia’s had a sheer lack of socialisation. If you ever want to research the nature vs nurture debate, do it, but nurture always wins out. Who we are is not our genes, it’s our experiences. As children, we are socialised by parents and teachers, friends and neighbours - they shape who we become, how we act. 

For example, my parents taught me table manners very strictly, but they didn’t for my older brother. Now, my brother doesn’t hold his knife and fork properly, he eats with his elbows on the table, and often uses his fork to cut his food, instead of the knife. I do none of the above. It’s called socialisation, and it teaches us how we act.

Octavia has had so little of it, that her first real experience of the world is when she hits the ground. I can’t fault her, necessarily, for this, but it does effect who she becomes. Octavia’s first experience of the world is Bellamy rebelling, is Jasper getting speared, is Murphy getting hanged, is Charlotte jumping off a cliff. It’s violence and danger and fighting and killing.

These are her only experiences, and so when she comes to problems like people not doing what she wants - she hasn’t learned patience and understanding. She’s learnt to kill that which does not go her way.

In season two, she hits Lincoln. They had the most beautiful relationship up until this moment - but Lincoln gets forced onto the Reaper drug. He’s forced into becoming a monster. He has to kill. I’m pretty sure cannibalism is involved, too. But he gets addicted to this drug because of the high - he gets addicted to a drug that he had no choice in taking. Octavia hits him because she thinks this is the best way to get him to stop. (And somehow this works, I don’t even know, but if you have a friend who is forced into being addicted to drugs, please don’t hit them to make them stop, it doesn’t work in the real world.)

Octavia also lectures him on his own culture. She lectures Lincoln, who has been a grounder his WHOLE LIFE, about his own culture, one that she has decided to join like a month ago.

In season three (I think), she hits Indra. There’s a pattern, by the way. There’s a pattern to the people she’s hitting. They’re all people of colour. They’re all people she perceives as family. They’re all people who are in significantly worse condition than she is. Lincoln was on his knees. Lincoln would never harm her. Indra was brutally injured and mourning the loss of her entire army, where she was the only survivor. Indra would absolutely hit Octavia back, but she couldn’t because she was on the ground, bleeding and injured, and Octavia knew that.

In season three, she beats Bellamy to a pulp. A man of colour. Chain to a rock. On his knees. Would never harm her. She beats him until his entire face is just covered in blood, and she does it to let her grief out. Because she thinks he deserves it, that she has a right to spell out her grief across her older brother’s face. This man had done nothing but protect her her entire life, nothing but love and care for her, and she does this. Then she says he’s “dead to” her. How fucking disgusting.

(I’m not even going to talk about people’s reaction to her, fandom etc. Just know that someone I know happily justifies and supports her actions and I refuse to discuss the show with them anymore, because I will not listen to someone thinking that she’s still strong and interesting and a good character anymore when she’s done such bad shit. Even in a show where everyone does morally grey things, Octavia’s awful. She’s not morally grey. She’s morally black and she knows it.)

In this season, Octavia has just completely overridden any other part of her with murder. She gives zero shits. She’s just gonna kill people, because that’s all she is now. She’s a murderer. I wouldn’t even call her an assassin - she’s just a coldblooded killer, not even told to kill these people but does it anyway.

And Gaia! She was going to kill Gaia before she found out she was Indra’s daughter. Because suddenly, suddenly, family is important to her? Mere weeks after beating the shit out of her older brother for something he didn’t even do?

When she fell off that cliff in the newest episode, most of me was really hoping that she’d just stay dead. I can’t deal with her on my screen anymore.

anonymous asked:

Hi, I really like your prompt fills, they're amazing! I really love the prompt fill on zombies being representations of the seven deadly sins. I don't know if this is thinking too much into it but is/are there any specific person/people who specialise in dealing with packs of Envies? And who does repair work on the corral?

(Part One)

Numbers sleeps out by the Envies some nights.

 Most nights. 

Okay, nearly every night. She thinks that most sane people would with people like Stella and the General in the camp. It’s not that she thinks they’d ever go after her (except for how she does). It’s just that she doesn’t have confidence they won’t get her the next time camp is attacked.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Tia says when Numbers tells her this. She hands the girl a bag of food, that day’s rations. “They’ve been doing this way too long for that.”

Numbers doesn’t say anything. Two years ago, when this started, she’d thought people wouldn’t make mistake like that, wouldn’t hit a human instead of a zombie. In a way, she was right.

It wasn’t a mistake then and she doubts it would be one now.

“Thanks for the food,” she says, holding up the bag.

“No fire tonight,” Tia warns. “I don’t like how many Sloths have been around lately.”

Numbers casts an uneasy look at the horizon. Their camp is on a small hill which leads down to a flood plain. She can see the ruins of a city a mile or two away, but between here and there are too many holes, too much foliage, too much coverage for zombies.

“’Course,” Tia says, too nonchalant, “you could have a hot meal if you came to stay in the camp. Get to know everyone.”

Numbers is already shaking her head. She’s the newest member to the camp, the youngest to boot, and she likes the anonymity that gives her. She’s pretty sure Stella doesn’t even know her name.

Tia sighs, used to losing this particular battle. “Well, you know the knock. It baffles me that you’d feel more comfortable out here next to them though.”

Numbers looks where Tia gestures though she already knows what she’s pointing at. Numbers has just put a new batch of Envies in the corral and they’re getting to know the older ones, bumping into each other as they wander around aimlessly. Every now and then, they almost scent her and Tia and stop, those with noses letting their nostrils flare. Then they go right back to meandering, what’s left of their minds forgetting the distraction as soon as the wind snatches the scent away.

“Envies are predictable,” Numbers says because she likes Tia. She rustles in the bag of food, checking out her supplies. “People aren’t.”

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Bad Thoughts

Originally posted by riverdalesource

A/N: First time writing Jason and it’s borderline smut, what does that say about me? ….. Who cares! 

Request: Could you do a Jason Blossom imagine where they haven’t been dating for that long (maybe like a month or 2) and one day he sees her at cheer practice and can’t control himself lol and his sister ends up cockblocking him

Word Count:1,768

Warning: Borderline smut,kinda, almost??? y’know?

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anonymous asked:

Request: Smutty smut smut In which harry and Y/N have a bet to see who can get the other off faster with oral and whomever looses has to wear that persons favorite team colors for the game that's night. (Packers vs Seahawks or Jets)


I had so much fun writing this! 

Thank you for the request, lovely! Hope you like this one!


#16: You bet**

Y/N sits in her study room, legs propped up on the table, figure slumped on the leather chair, and her laptop resting on her lap as she went through her mails. The idea of work from home worked just apt for her; apart from the comfort and relaxation to her, it also brought Harry a consolation of always having her with him, wherever he goes, whichever part of the world he rests in. Anyhow, it was no casual work; Y/N put her heart and soul into the works assigned to her, and as a result her pay was always on the line of increase and promotions always seeked her way. In all, she was on the line of great prosperity, along with her love life hand in hand.

“Y/N!” She hears him a moment before he barges into the room, panting. “Y/N!”

“Yeah?” She looks up from her laptop, giving a bored look.

“Y/N.” He says again, stepping inside the room, and walking round to her side. “Are you through with your work?”

“Yeah, just one mo-“

“Okay, good.” He shuts the laptop with a thud, Y/N eyes widening as she gives him a look, and she barely has time to protest, when suddenly, he’s picked her off of the chair, tucking his arm under knee and other under her back, lifting her in the air.

“Harry, what the-“ Her arms wrap tightly around his neck, as he walks out of the room, walking in the direction of their bedroom. “Harry, stop! What’re you doing?”

“You’ll see.” He tells her, monotone in his voice, as he stands before their bedroom door. He opens the door in haste, almost tripping on his feet, and somehow, stumbles towards the bed, throwing her on top of the mattress.

“Harry!” Y/N scolds, rubbing her behind in agony, as she gives him a look.

Harry looks down at her, staring intensely to make her knees feel weak and her anger rush out of her mind.

“Okay, let’s do it.” He takes off his shirt in one quick motion; Y/N barely has time to admire his sexy tattoos and the little tummy he’s acquired, before he’s lied on top of her, pressing down on her body with his, lips curling in a kiss on her jaw.

She smiles as he leans up to kiss her lips. His hands wander down her body, pulling her tunic up her till he has his hands touching her stomach.

“Ah.” Y/N moans into his mouth; he breaks away, kissing down her jaw. “Someone’s in quite a mood today.” She chuckles.

“Hmm.” Harry hums against her chest, opening his mouth against her covered breasts, and she is arching her back to get closer to him. “I’m in mood.” He continues his trail, kissing over her stomach; sitting up to pull her tunic over her head. Their lips press again, and he says in her mouth. “Mood for some football without any disruption.”

Y/N eyes shoot upon, she absorbs his words. “What?” She lifts her head off the mattress to look at him.

Harry looks up from kissing her valley between her breasts. “Yeah, the football match between the mighty Packers and the Seahawks.” He says to her, grinning.

Y/N sits up, pushing him to do along. “So, why aren’t you going and watchin’ it?”

“Because the match’s in the evening, and I need no, NO, distractions or disturbance while I’m watching; so you have me right now – finish off with your fetishes and kinky fuckeries now, so that I’m relieved for the evening.”

Y/N’s eyes narrow. “Why are you like this?”

“The match is bloody important, Y/N! I cannot-CANNOT miss any second of it!” He says, eyes widening dramatically.

Y/N looks away from him, not impressed. Harry sighs, tugging her shoulders so she lies back down. “C’mon, let’s get over with it, it’s not like you take too much time to get off anyway..”

“Excuse me?!”  She booms at him, mouth agape, eyes widened, utterly offended. Harry snickers at her expression.

“What?” He smiles. “I’m just stating facts.”

“Well, Mister Harry Fucking Styles.” Y/N stands on her knees, getting taller than his sitting figure, as she leans towards him with a finger poking his chest. “You should pretty much write this down, but I have the most holding back power, okay?!”

“You’re telling me?” Harry counters, musing at her childlike demeanor. “I, who has discovered your body like you yourself haven’t, and know you like the back of my hand – you dare to challenge my intellect?” He gets up on his knees, towering her.

“But it’s my damn body! I know it better than anyone else does!” She states, tightening her arms at her sides, and she puffs her chest, acting intimidating.

Harry laughs out loud, throwing his head back, and Y/N’s looking at him, absolutely anguished. She crosses her arm over her chest, looking away, pouting. A thought strikes her, and she looks back, smirking to him.

“If we are really doing this, then let’s just talk about how easily you wet yourself even when I dry hump you!”

Harry’s laugh ceases; he looks down at her, eyebrows crooked up. “That’s because I let myself do so!”

“Oh, shud up!” Y/N drawls, tittering.

Harry shakes his head, leaning in closer to her. “I am a control freak, I can control myself real bad.” He states it to her.

“Oh, but, baby.” Y/N hold his chest muscles in her hands, looking him in the eyes. “I know your body like the back of my hand, and you ain’t got no control over your horny self!” She mocks him.

Harry fumes; clutching her wrists, he pins her down on the bed; Y/N wrestling from underneath him, stopping him from nearing close.

“Do you intend to challenge me, Miss Y/N Y/L/N?” He rasps out.

Y/N chuckles, intertwining their fingers to get a better grip at the wrestle. “Oh, I don’t fight losers!”

“Loser you!” He ducks down quick, overpowering her; his lips meet at her neck, and Y/N gasps, pushing him with all her might, and succeeding in bringing him underneath  her.

“We’ll see about that, Styles!” She says, pinning his hands down on his sides, panting from the exertion. Harry leans forward from the mattress, to her, chattering his teeth as in to bite her, and she flinches, squealing, away from him.

“Let’s do it, then.” Harry pants. “Let me give you a good taste of defeat, aye?”

“Alright, you’re done, baby.” Y/N gets off of him, standing off the bed, hands on her hips. “The one who loses wears the opposite teams color for the whole match.”

Harry sits up, surprised. “So, you don’t support the Packers?!” He panics.

“You’re on their side so I have to oppose you.” Y/N shrugs.

“Oh, dear.” Harry gasps, rubbing his hands over the length of his face. “Y/N, I have to say this, but I think we’ll have to reconsider our relationship-“

“Harry, it’s just for the bet!” Y/N gives him an ambushed look. “C’mon, now, get ready. I’m getting the stopwatch - I am counting on every second!”

“Oh, you’re on, baby!”

**

So, it begins.

The room is eerily quiet; Y/N lies on the bed, naked, her phone in her hand as she scrolls through her feed, waiting for Harry to show up from the bathroom.

A moment later, the bathroom lock clicks, Harry walks out, dressed in just his boxers, hair damp with water dripping on his shoulders. Y/N puts her phone away on the side table, folding her legs close to her chest as she watches him come close to her.

A hot, bothering gasp leaves her lips as she eyes him, walking up to her in an absolute seductive, dominant manner, and she’s squeezing her legs, feeling her strength falter.

“No talking.” She tells him, as he sits down before him, on the bed. She points out her weakness; it completely has her pooling if he starts to urge her, talk to her while getting down. His silky voice, wrapped with raspy touch he adds, makes it absolutely inevitable to not lose control.

“My turn, my rules.” He says, smirking at her. He sits in a crawling position, eyeing her bent knees, and then meets her eyes. Slowly, with his hands, he holds her knees, parting them, till he has enough space to fit in between.

Y/N’s breathing shakes, she covers her mouth with her hand to hide the fact.

Harry bites his lip. “Seems you’d be falling apart even before I touch you.”  

Y/N’s eyes narrow, and she keeps quiet.

Harry leans forward, till his stomach is pressed against her crotch, and his face digs into her breast. “C’mon, talk to me, kitten. You know I love it when you do.” He muses, dipping his head over her left breast, brushing his lips over the supple nipple; Y/N feeling the reeling effect down to her core.

“Kitten?” She tries to distract her mind by talking. “That’s out of syllabus, Harry.”

Harry looks up, smiling wickedly. “Surprise, surprise.”

Y/N groans, throwing her head back. Her body leans onto the headboard, as Harry goes down on her, kissing the way down to her thighs.

“It’s a torture.” He begins, kissing her stomach. “Going this slow on you, I know how much you like it when I’m..rough.” He blows over the skin of her torso, dipping low to kiss her navel  with a loud smacking sound.

Y/N whimpers loud, her hands tightening around the sheets under her, her eyes falling shut.

Harry sits up, rubbing circles on her knees to only slide his hands down, cupping her thighs in them.

He kisses her inner thighs, his breath brushing past her clit now and then, giving her shudders through her body.

“Soft, so soft.” Harry coos, sucking on her skin.

“Harry.” Y/N grunts.

“Mhm?” Harry looks up. “Coming already, are you?”

“No.” Y/N snorts. “The stopwatch, I didn’t start it.”

Harry gives her an accusing look, before leaning forward to get the stopwatch in his hands, setting it down after doing the necessary.

“Good that I got you aroused before.” He says, as he fits himself back in between her legs.

“Not really.” She teases, shrugging her shoulder casually.

This has Harry bubbling with rage, and he lifts her side, slapping down on her behind. She groans, chuckling at his behavior.

“You bad girl, bad, bad, girl.” He shakes his head, slapping hard again. “How does that feel? Does it tickle your core, kitten? Does it give you an electric buzz? Hm?”

Y/N tightens her lips, reluctant to spill out the moan captivated in her mouth.

Harry’s grip around her thighs tighten, and bringing them close, he suddenly spreads them apart with a jerk, having her gasp loud at the suddenness occur at the stretch. He starts to kiss her from the chest again, playing around with her nipple before tugging them with his teeth, causing her to whimper.

Trailing down, he’s right below her stomach, his lips hovering for too long, before he duck down to suck at the skin. Y/N’s hands clutch at the sheets tighter, his scruff above his lips tickling her skin uneven, and she’s having a bad urge to touch herself down there.

His breath then feels over her core, warm and contrasting to the chill caused to it from being exposed.

He bops his nose over her entrance, leaving a few pecks right on spot but going no deeper, and he pulls away.

An unintentional grunt escapes her, she opens her eyes to look at him eyeing her down. The desperation builds in the pits of her gut, and she’s forced to open her mouth.

“Harry, you’re running out of time.”

His eyes twinkle hearing her say so. “Ah, so Kitten’s giving in, is she now?” He muses.” It doesn’t seem so hard anymore.”

He leans back down between her, gliding his lips teasingly over her thighs. “Tell me, kitten, d’ya want me now? Here, right here?” His fingers touch her entrance, brushing past the skin, making her arch her back, and bite down on her lip in suppression.

“Mhm.” She hums.

Harry ducks low, finally attaching his mouth onto her entrance the way she likes, and a moan escapes her lips in approval.

“Let me see you come, kitten. Give it to me, baby, give me your taste..” Harry moans into her, slipping his tongue past her walls, and furiously flicking it against her core.

“Ah, Harry.” The pain builds in her gut; her hands sliding into his hair, clutching hard to ease her tension. She can’t be coming now; it’s way too early.

Her breathing accelerates, she is pulling herself from the feeling; tensed and sweaty, her groans seem to not cease anymore.

“Come for me, baby, come for me.” Harry urges, his hot breath fanning deep into her, and accentuating the already build up feeling her.

Harry takes her skin in his mouth, sucking down. This makes her thrust herself down onto his mouth, wanting his lips just everywhere on her. Harry’s hands wrap around her thighs, digging his fingernails into her supple skin, as he leaves open mouthed kisses on her, separating her walls with his tongue then and now to lick her off within.

“Baby, I need you.” He begs, looking up at her. She has tears at the corner of her eyes, her mouth is open. Her face pumps Harry; she can’t do it anymore – he assures himself. “Kitten, come for me, I need you, I wanna-“ He kisses her again down, breathing hard against her core. “I wanna taste you, you sweet, sweet, baby. Give it to me, gimme yourself. C’mon, kitten.”

A shudder goes down her body; and she’s had it. Tears don’t stop anymore, her hands tighten at his roots as his mouth attaches back on her, and his tongue doesn’t care for being gentle.

She reaches her climax, screaming his name, as the feeling of holding back now feels fatal. Her hands leave his hair; they come up, covering her eyes, as she realizes her defeat. Harry chuckles, as he wipes her clean, flicking his tongue on everywhere to have her sweet flavor reside in his tongue.

He sits up, reaching for the stopwatch, and he points it to her, laughing. “Two minutes fifty eight seconds, babe.”

Y/N groans against her hands. Harry leans forward to her, trying to pull her hands away, but she, like a grumpy child, keeps them intact.

“Look at you.” He laughs, hands wrapped around her wrists. “Acting like a little kid. It’s not about winning or losing, Y/N, but I have a strong feeling that I’ll win.” Her hands flies, slapping his shoulder. He ducks, pulling away her hands with force, to find her face red in anger.

His laugh has no control. “Sweetheart.” He muses, reaching forward to kiss her, but she pulls away, pouting her lips.

This has him laughing even more. “C’mon, you.”

“It’s all the fault of you calling me kitten!” She finally speaks, but all angry.

Harry coos. “It’s such a sweet name, who knew it would get you all weak.” He chuckles.

Y/N eyes narrow. “Oh, I still have my turn left. It’s not game over, yet!”

“First, gimme a kiss, please.” She leans up from the mattress, puckering her lips to give a quick peck, but realizing his mouth taste so good, she goes for another kiss, and ends up letting him take control.

**

She sits up on his hips, fingers brushing against the hemline of his boxer briefs.

“I could totally get you off by just dry humping.” She challenges, biting her lip.

Harry sets the stop watch, musing.” We haven’t got much time, honey.”

Y/N rolls her eyes, chuckling sarcastically. “Ah-ha, baby. You’d be coming with just a flick of my ass over your pants.”

Harry gives her an amused smirk. “Ready, set, go!”

Y/N’s lips duck to his neck, pressing her lips against his sweet spot, kissing on while her hands palm him through his briefs. Her lips trail down, kissing his nipples, then the smaller ones, having him leave a throaty chuckle.

She kisses down his stomach, on his moth tattoo, giving a delicious moan as her lips press down. Harry’s figure shudders – her guess totally correct at his weakness: her making sounds.

Trailing down, she kisses him over his navel, giving a smacking sound, that has his breathing deepening in anticipation. Her come over the bulge in between his legs, kissing down while she looks up at him through her eyelashes. Their eyes meet, and Harry’s quick to look away, biting his lip.

Smirking, she reaches for the hemline of his boxers, dragging them down his legs. His member comes springing out into her hand, and she clutches it tight, looking up at him as she rises in a sitting position.

“Mine.” She says, moving towards him; their lips meet in a quick kiss. “Only mine.” She kisses him again, getting their chest to touch; her nipples against his warm skin, and she leaves a throaty moan into his mouth, his groan following simultaneously.

His face turns somber, tension etched clearly in the clouds before his eyes – all signs of amusement vanished in just a few moments. Y/N’s hands pumps him, slowly and achingly, giving him a hard time breathing.

“Baby, don’t stop.” Harry says in a fragile tone, his eyes falling close.

“I won’t.” Y/N moans, kissing his mouth softly. She sits on his one thigh, rubbing herself against his hairy skin.

She looks down at her hand, pumping his hard, swollen self, and an inevitable moan escapes her lips, body rocking faster against his thigh.

She bends down slowly, bumping her nose against his tip, and he gasps, searching down in anticipation. She brushes her lips, sliding her body down to rest in between his legs. Harry can’t keep his eyes off of her, as he waits to let her take him in his mouth.

“Turn over.” She looks up at him.

“What?”

“Turn. Over” She says again, eyes boring into his.

“You mean, you’re gonna-“

“Mm-hmm.” She nods innocently, Harry’s eyes’s widening.

He does as she says, lying flat on his stomach. Her lips come over his back, kissing along the length of his spin, stopping just above his spine. A moan leaves his lip, fidgeting slightly as he waits for her.

Her hands clutch his bare behind, kneading in her petite hands. Harry feels a shudder, his breath accelerating.

“Such a pretty ass.” She muses, leaning down to kiss over each cheek.

“You’ve never done this.” Harry stutters.

“Surprise, surprise.”

Urging his hips to buck up, she gets him to kneel with his behind to her. Harry’s body seems shivering, completely losing senses, as Y/N’s hand spread his cheeks apart, running a slick finger against the line.

Harry’s hips buck, his teeth chattering in longing. Y/N’s lips replace her finger, leaving a small peck, and that has Harry groaning like a wild animal. He is breathing through his mouth, as her lips press onto his more, kissing him repeatedly, before her tongue gives a poke.

Harry jumps in his place, Y/N’s tongue doing a flick on him, and he is crying out, reaching his hands behind to clutch her head. Y/N lets out a moan as his hand reach her hair, the moan vibrating in through his body, sending a line of cusses and moans leave his mouth.

Pulling away, Y/N turns him back over to her. Harry sits up, his face red, sweat and breathing absolutely out of control.

She takes no time, bending down to reach his hard erection, and takes him in her mouth, moaning when he fills her to her throat. She pumps the rest of him, fondling his balls in her hand, as she bobs her head against him. The intensity of all of the activities has Harry’s mind driving out of control, he clutches her hair in his hand, and throws his head back, living in the moment.

He feels the pressure intensify within him, but he remembers to pull back, albeit the torture he feels in doing so.

Y/N’s cheeks hollow around him, her moans loud and shaking, leaving him with redness spreading all over his stomach and chest from the exertion of holding back. She bobs faster, pulling him completely out of her mouth, kissing and petting his tip, before taking him in again, leaving him absolutely pleasured with the contrasting change of temperature.

His toes curl as her warm mouth covers him, and it’s before he can comprehend that he twitches and come into her mouth, groaning.

She pulls away, reaching him. His fingers cup her chin, wiping off the dripping juice over it. They look into one another’s eyes, and suddenly, they are kissing each other, escalating the process as Harry has her pinned against the mattress, his member in his hand, resting right at her entrance.

He thrusts into her, not pulling away from the kiss, as his hips buck and thrust into her hips. They are moving together, in sync; Harry gets control, pulling away from the kiss to love her neck. Their arms wrap around each other, pressing one another’s body close till there wasn’t even air to pass through, as he rocks above her, thrusting in hard and fast.

Their groans sound deep, husky and loud; they’re in absolute lack of control, and for the second time, Y/N finds herself falling apart in his arms, lips together, feeling him deeply around her clenching walls.

They pause, breathing hard against each other, taking time to get over the euphoria of all of the moments. It is while later that Y/N remembers something.

“Harry!” She calls, him, shaking his slumped body over her. “The stopwatch, it’s still running!”

Harry gets up slowly, limbs aching, back aching, as he reaches over to the stopwatch, smiling in victory.

“Ha-ha. Four minutes fifty five seconds.” He shows it to her.

Y/N sits up, annoyed. “But, we need the time after you came, not after everything!”

“Whatever!” Harry does his victory dance. “I know I won.”

“No, we don’t have the clear results!” Y/N protests.

“Oh, shud up!” He drawls. “Every loser says that.”

“No!” She whines. “It’s a tie!”

Harry only laughs, teasing her.

“Wait!” Realization comes over her. “If I subtract the time it took me to get off to the total time of what we did, it comes out to be….two minutes seven seconds!” Her eyes widen, she’s genuinely delighted.

“What?” Harry looks at her, confused.

“It’s Maths, Styles! And I won!” Y/N does her happy dance.

“Oh, no, no, no.” Harry counters, shaking his head. “Let’s just make it a tie.”

“No!”

“Yes! Because you of course came early this time. We can’t consider the previous time.” He explains.

Y/N’s eyes roll up in thought. She sighs, groaning. Harry laughs at her. “So, it’s a tie!” He says. “C’mon, now, let’s get dressed.”

“But, you’re cheating, Harry. I clearly won!”

“Shut your mouth or I’d be making you come the third time.”

**

Harry slumps, looking down at the Seahawks color shirt he’s wearing. His arms cross over his chest, the television ahead of him turned on, waiting for the match to begin. He makes a face, staring at the screen with a frown.

The door to the room then opens, his friends coming inside together, all hooting and shouting his name.

Harry’s eyes widen, as he turns to his mates.

“Harry..?” They all say together, giving confused looks. “Man, have you lost your mind? You’re abandoning the Packers?”

“No, no-“

“Hi, boys.” Y/N walks in, beer cans and snacks in a cart ahead of her. All the boys look t her with smiles.

They turn to Harry. “Y/N’s got so better taste than you, Styles.”

“No!” Harry covers up. “She’s the one supporting the Seahawks!”

“Oh, shut up, Harry.” Y/N pops in. “Why would you support anyone else when there’s the mighty Packers.”

All the gents chuckle with her, giving her high-five, and eyeing Harry rudely, they settle on the couch before the television.

Harry glares at her, gritting his teeth.

“Have fun, boys!” She says, blowing an annoying kiss at Harry, before walking out of the room, laughing.

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You Catch More Flies with Honey than with Vinegar / Reggie Mantle

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Rolling her eyes, (Y/N) slides out of her booth at Pop’s and heads for the door, tired of yet another one of Reggie’s attempts of pursuing her. 

“Hey wait up!” he calls, rushing out of his seat to follow her. (Y/N) had made it out of the diner and Reggie had to jog a few steps to catch up with her. “Please,” he says, reaching out to gently grasp her arm.

She releases a frustrated groan and yanks her arm out of his grip. She stops walking and turns to face him. “What?” she demands, crossing her arms over her chest.

Reggie seemed lost for words, shaking her head (Y/N) goes to turn until she finally hears him speak. “I just want to talk.” Slowly, (Y/N) lets out a breath and lifts a hand, motioning him to continue. “I don’t really know how to do this,” he tells her.

She raises an eyebrow, “You think?” she questions.

Thinking back over the past month, (Y/N) could recall at least a dozen instances where Reggie had tried to gain her attention that had gone horribly wrong. 

When he first began to try and win her over, he approached her at school, his friends behind him, and in front of everyone-publicly declared his intentions. Everyone who knows (Y/N) understands her lack of anticipation to be in the limelight and this stunt he pulled caused a lot of unwanted attention. 

Reggie attempted to impress her on the football field-but his actions caused a number of injuries to those from the other team. And while, of course she had school spirit and was happy the Bulldogs won-she hated seeing people get hurt.

That’s why when her friend Betty had told her about the playbook she found and that Reggie was in it-she was beyond mad. (Y/N) can’t stand it when someone plays with another’s feelings-especially when it is extremely clear how wrong the actions are in the first place. 

Reggie managed to cross yet another line when (Y/N) found Jughead as a target-yet again-to the football team. While he may not have said anything himself to ridicule her friend, it was the fact that he had just stood there and laughed with the others while Jughead was being humiliated.

Reggie had his moments, (Y/N) knew that. He could be kind and compassionate, honest and affectionate. 

He was always sweet to her-had never uttered a bad word to or about her. Whenever they were together, he always ensured she saw warm enough or comfortable enough or had had enough to eat that day. 

But it’s not enough.

(Y/N) couldn’t tolerate his-anyone’s-idle standing by when people were being hurt and teased-let alone his occasional involvement. These actions went against a lot of her principles and she wouldn’t let herself get involved with someone who so openly had such little respect for other people.

“Look,” Reggie sighs, “I really, really like you,” he says, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t know what to do.”

(Y/N)’s expression softens and her arms drop, “Reg,” she groans.

“I know you like me too, okay? I just don’t understand why you keep pushing me away?”

(Y/N) ignores his comment, “You haven’t figured it out by now?” she laughs. 

“Would I be chasing after you like a mad man and standing out here in the cold if I had?” he demands.

“We see things differently,” she tells him, “and whether I like you or not. I can’t accept certain…parts of you.” Hurt flashes across his face and (Y/N) felt her chest tighten. “I’m sorry…but I can’t change what I think. I’ve always had strong opinions and I’m sorry.”

Reggie shakes his head, “I should be apologising. Not you.”

“I would never ask you to-”

“I know,” he interrupts. “I know you wouldn’t.”

“Reggie…”

“No,” he says, “please don’t. I should get going,” he smiles, (Y/N) knew instantly it was fake. “I’ll see you around.”

He takes a few steps back before turning around, starting to walk away. “Reggie?” she calls after him. 

He stops in his tracks, turns his head so he could see her, “Yeah?”

The words were caught in her throat, “I-” she stops herself. “Goodnight,” she whispers.

He nods his head, “Goodnight, (Y/N).”


(Y/N) felt worse now than she could ever remember. She felt guilty for how she treated Reggie and she wished she could take it all back. 

“What’s up with you?” a voice says from behind her, moving to sit on the seat next to her.

She looks up at the person beside her and offers him a small smile, “Nothing,” she says. Archie gives her a pointed look and she felt her smile fall. “I think I made a huge mistake last night,” she admits. 

“With Reggie?” he asks, knowingly. (Y/N) didn’t bother asking how he knew, she only nodded. “Talk to him.”

“I can’t face him. Not after what I said.”

“He’ll forgive you,” Archie tells her. “He’s practically in love with you, (Y/N).”

She remains silent, “I don’t deserve his forgiveness,” she argues. “I think I was cruel.”

“We all say things we don’t mean,” Archie says, leaning back in his seat. “Believe me,” he scoffs.

“I understand that…but I think I hurt him. And I hate that I did that. You know how I feel about people hurting others-and I went and did just that.” (Y/N) could feel tears pool in her eyes. “I feel so guilty.”

Archie wraps an arm around her shoulders and pulls her into his side. “Stop worrying so much. I’m sure Reggie will understand.”

“Understand what? That I’m a horrible person?”

Archie snorts, “You’re the least horrible person I have ever met.”

“I want to make it up to him,” (Y/N) says, nodding her head in agreement with her own words.

“The go find him.”

“Now?” she questions, pulling away from Archie’s hold. He only nods in reply. “Now,” she whispers. (Y/N) stands, letting Archie’s arm fall. “I’ll go find him now,” she smiles, “and I’ll apologise.”

(Y/N) wanders around the school, checking the halls and the oval until she finally found him in the student lounge. He was sat on the couch surrounded by his friends. 

She enters the room slowly and spends a moment to take him in. He was laughing at something that someone must have said, looking as carefree and happy as (Y/N) had grown used to. 

When his eyes find her, his expression falters. His brow furrows as he realises she’s across the room. He stands on his feet, momentarily forgetting his friends. “Are you okay?” he asks softly when he approaches her.

(Y/N) takes his hand, much to his surprise, and leads him out to the hallway. “I have to apologise.”

Reggie shakes his head, “You really don’t. You were right.”

“No,” she insists, tightening her hold on his hand, “I wasn’t. I was rude and I hurt you. And I’m so sorry.”

“Stop apologising.”

“No,” she repeats. “I need you to forgive me.”

“There’s nothing to forgive,” he denies.

“Please,” she begs. 

Reggie frowns, lifting a hand to her face. (Y/N) closes her eyes as his hand makes contact with her skin. He rests his palm on her cheek for a small moment before his hand slides to the back of her neck.

“If you really want me to,” he mumbles, “then I forgive you.”

Reggie pulls her against his chest, wrapping his arms around her tightly. (Y/N) holds him tight in return, her hands clutching his shoulders. “You were right,” she whispers in his ear.

“About what?” he questions with curiosity. He attempts to pull away so he could see her face, but her grip only tightens in response.

“I do like you,” she mumbles. 

Reggie couldn’t help but let the smile he felt coming form. “Told you,” he replies.  (Y/N) hits his shoulder and muffles her laugh as she buries her head in his neck. “(Y/N)?”

“Hmm?”

“I’m going to try to be better,” he says quietly. She bites her lip gently, shifting her head so she could see him. He peers down at her with a smile, “Promise me something?” he asks.

“Yes?”

“Promise that you’ll stay by me,” he says. “It may take some time-but I want to be better.”

(Y/N) closes her eyes, “Of course, I will. But Reggie,” she begins, “it won’t take as long as you think. You’re a good person. A kind person. You just sometimes…make bad decisions. But everyone does. And I was…mistaken when I judged you.”

“It’s in the past,” he shrugs, removing his arms from her. (Y/N) frowns at his actions but reluctantly takes a step back. “And thank you,” he tells her, full of sincerity. 

(Y/N) smiles bashfully as he continues to stare at her. “Stop,” she mumbles but he only laughs. 

“Let me take you out,” he exclaims without hesitation. 

She snorts, “We’re at school.” 

He rolls his eyes, “Not now. Tonight?”

“Okay,” she nods. “Tonight.”

There’s No Place Like Home (3)

Avengers x Reader x Bucky

Summary: What happens when a fictional world comes to life? Drama ensues.

Warnings: swearing

Word Count: 800+

Part 1 Part 2

Originally posted by imaginingbucky

“What do you mean that there’s no information about her?” Sebastian–Bucky snapped at Scarlett–Natasha. “How is that even possible? There has to be some trace of her somewhere!”

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anonymous asked:

Does it ever bother you that the Uchiha clan will likely die out after Sarada because she probably won't continue the name? That's why I always wanted Sasuke to have had at least one son to ensure the clan's continuity :(

To be honest, the only thing that bothers me is this trail of thought, and it really bothers me. Quite frankly, I think it’s a horrible thing to say.

Can you imagine how bad Sarada would feel if she heard people saying that? Saying how she’s not good enough because she’s not a male and therefore can’t continue the Uchiha name (even though that’s not true, but I digress)?

Can you imagine how terrible it would be for Sarada to overhear her father voicing his disappointment at the fact that he didn’t have a son? It’s awful.

It was never Sasuke’s desire to revive the Uchiha clan in numbers in the first place; all he ever wanted to do was to restore their honour and reputation, and he did that. And now, Sarada is likely to take the clan to even further heights by becoming the first ever Uchiha Hokage in the future (something which is long overdue, considering it was an Uchiha who gave the village it’s frigging name).

Sasuke couldn’t be prouder of the fact that he has a daughter, and I can only see her doing more things to make him even prouder in the future. To add to that, I’ve always said that if Sasuke and Sakura were to have another child, I’d much rather it be another girl. The Uchiha clan was over saturated with males.