he also has the most beautiful and perfect legs on earth

Lemonade Poetry

Intuition

I tried to make a home outta you.
But doors lead to trapdoors. A stairway leads to nothing.
Unknown women wander the hallways at night.
Where do you go when you go quiet?
You remind me of my father, a magician. Able to exist in two places at once.
In the tradition of men in my blood you come home at 3AM and lie to me.
What are you hiding? The past, and the future merge to meet us here.
What luck. What a fucking curse.

Denial

I tried to change.
Closed my mouth more.
Tried to be soft, prettier.
Less…awake.
Fasted for 60 days.
Wore white.
Abstained from mirrors.
Abstained from sex.
Slowly did not speak another word.
In that time my hair grew past my ankles.
I slept on a mat on the floor.
I swallowed a sword.
I levitated… into the basement, I confessed my sins and was baptized in a river.
Got on my knees and said, “Amen.” And said I mean. I whipped my own back and asked for dominion at your feet.
I threw myself into a volcano.
I drank the blood and drank the wine.
I sat alone and begged and bent at the waist for God.
I crossed myself and thought… I saw the devil.
I grew thickened skin on my feet.
I bathed…in bleach and plugged my menses with pages from the Holy Book.
But still inside me coiled deep was the need to know.
Are you cheating? Are you cheating on me?

Anger

If this what you truly want.
I can wear her skin…over mine.
Her hair, over mine.
Her hands as gloves.
Her teeth as confetti.
Her scalp, a cap.
Her sternum, my bedazzled cane.
We can pose for a photograph.
All three of us, immortalized.
You and your perfect girl.
I don’t know when love became elusive.
What I know is no one I know has it.
My father’s arms around my mother’s neck.
Fruit too ripe to eat.
I think of lovers as trees…
…growing to and from one another.
Searching for the same light.
Why can’t you see me? Why can’t you see me? (Why can’t you) Why can’t you see me? Everyone else can.

Apathy

So what are you gonna say at my funeral now that you’ve killed me?

Here lies the body of the love of my life, whose heart I broke without a gun to my head. Here lies the mother of my children both living and dead. Rest in peace, my true love, who I took for granted, most bomb pussy, who because of me, sleep evaded. Her shroud is loneliness.

Her God was listening.
Her heaven would be a love without betrayal.
Ashes to ashes…dust to side chicks.

Emptiness

She sleeps all day…dreams of you in both worlds.
Tills the blood in and out of uterus. Wakes up smelling of zinc.
Grief, sedated by orgasm.
Orgasm heightened by grief.
God was in the room when the man said to the woman, “I love you so much. Wrap your legs around me and pull me in, pull me in, pull me in.”
Sometimes when he’d have her nipple in his mouth, she’d whisper, “Oh my God.” That, too, is a form of worship.
Her hips grind pestle and mortar, cinnamon and cloves, whenever he pulls out.
Loss.
Dear moon, we blame you for floods…for the flush of blood…for men who are also wolves. We blame you for the night, for the dark, for the ghosts.
Every fear…
Every nightmare…anyone has ever had.

Accountability

You find the black tube inside her beauty case.
Where she keeps your father’s old prison letters.
You desperately want to look like her.
You look nothing like your mother.
You look everything like your mother.
Film star, beauty.
How to wear your mother’s lipstick.
You go to the bathroom to apply the lipstick.
Somewhere no one can find you.
You must wear it like she wears disappointment on her face.
Your mother is a woman.
And women like her can not be contained.
Mother dearest, let me inherit the Earth.
Teach me how to make him beg.
Let me make up for the years he made you wait.
Did he bend your reflection?
Did he make you forget your own name?
Did he convince you he was a God?
Did you get on your knees daily?
Do his eyes close like doors?
Are you a slave to the back of his head?
Am I talking about your husband or your father?

Reformation

He bathes me…
…until I forget their names…and faces.
I ask him to look me in the eye when I come…home.
Why do you deny yourself heaven?
Why do you consider yourself undeserving?
Why are you afraid of love? You think it’s not possible for someone like you.
But you are the love of my life…love of my life…the love of my life…the love of my life.

Forgiveness

Baptize me…
…now that reconciliation is possible.
If we’re gonna heal, let it be glorious.
One thousand girls raise their arms.
Do you remember being born?
Are you thankful?
Are the hips that cracked…
…the deep velvet of your mother…
…and her mother…
…and her mother?
There is a curse that will be broken.

Resurrection

You are terrifying…
…and strange…
…and beautiful.

Hope

The nail technician pushes my cuticles back…
…turns my hand over, stretches the skin on my palm and says:
“I see your daughters, and their daughters.”
That night in a dream the first girl emerges from a slit in my stomach.
The scar heals into a smile.
The man I love pulls the stitches out with his fingernails.
We leave black sutures curling on the side of the bath.
I wake as the second girl crawls headfirst up my throat.
A flower blossoming out of the hole in my face.

Redemption

Take one pint of water, add a half pound of sugar, the juice of eight lemons…
…the zest of half lemon.
Pour the water from one jug, then into the other, several times.
Strain through a clean napkin.
Grandmother, the alchemist.
You spun gold out of this hard life.
Conjured beauty from the things left behind.
Found healing where it did not live.
Discovered the antidote in your own kitchen.
Broke the curse with your own two hands.
You passed these instructions down to your daughter.
Who then passed it down to her daughter.
My grandma said, nothing real can be threatened.
True love brought salvation back into me.
With every tear came redemption.
And my torturer became my remedy.
So we’re gonna heal, we’re gonna start again.
You’ve brought the orchestra.
Synchronized swimmers, you are the magician.
Pull me back together again the way you cut me in half.
Make the woman in doubt disappear.
Pull the sorrow from between my legs like silk, knot after knot after knot.
The audience applauds…
…but we can’t hear them.

Warsan Shire

Chaos in the Pantheon (Part 4)

((A/N: Yay more writing! I found myself stricken with the writing bug out of nowhere today, and as @sarazzprime can attest I went to town despite having LOST A CHUNK OF MY INITIAL DRAFT *ahem*. But I’ve fixed the tags, hopefully. If you aren’t getting tagged, let me know, some tags aren’t working and I’m having to manually enter them each time because I’m difficult and stubborn.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes (Ares) x Reader [FINALLY]

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 3k 

Catch up!: Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 ))

Steve hadn’t been wrong about Pegasus knowing the way, the creature beginning to move without being told as much. Pietro had been hesitant about letting you go, though Steve had reassured him it was necessary. You had a strong feeling Ares wasn’t the type to let a host of gods, goddesses, or anyone else for that matter to come traipsing into his palace.

But it felt nice to be moving on your own. You were tired, exhausted even, but this leg of the journey was yours to make. And it was reassuring to know that soon your father would be pulling in nets upon nets of fish and other marine life. You could see him smiling brightly, the ocean calmed as the water splashed against his weathered features. He was grinning like a madman knowing his family would be cared for.

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stranded || dylan o'brien (part one)

word count: 1954

warnings: death

prompt: none (prologue)

author’s note: this took forever to post and i am so sorry! i know it’s really short, but the next part will be a lot more interesting i promise! i hope you like this

tags: @ sharenaloveyoux

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The most headscratching lyrics of Eurovision 2017

Good evening, folks! It’s about that time of the year for my rundown of what I consider the most mindbogglingly daft lyrics of 2017. These aren’t necessarily the worst lyrics in the contest - the most egregious for me will always be the rent-a-rhyme, “moon in June” style song texts that you can tell were put together in ten minutes with the help of a rhyming dictionary (not naming names, but rhyming all four of fire/higher/wire/desire… come on!) - but the most confusing, often thanks to subpar songwriting. I’ve narrowed my wall of shame down to a dozen, but I unfortunately could have picked more.

“I’m almost a sinner, nearly a saint” (Germany)
First of all, what in blue blazes does it mean to be almost a sinner? A sinner is someone who has sinned, and I don’t know of any belief system where you can half-sin. I’m imagining someone lying down in the bed of someone other than their spouse, ready to commit adultery, only to spring up at the last moment. “Och, came close then. I only almost sinned!” But let’s imagine you can be an almost-sinner – how then can you also be nearly a saint, someone who has foregone all sinning? They just looked for clichéd antonyms and stuck them in a line with scant regard for whether they make sense.

“I’m not afraid of making mistakes/sometimes it’s wrong before it’s right/that’s what you call a perfect life” (Germany)
Perfect is something that is without bloody faults or mistakes, so if it’s wrong and you’re making error after error, how in the world can it be a perfect life?

“Amazed by thorn jeans” (Azerbaijan)
Is this a hypercorrection of torn jeans? If so, what is so amazing about them? If not, what on earth are thórn jeans?

“This is love / Rain falls from above” (Greece)
I know this line was chopped eventually, but permanent damage was done to my psyche by this risibly terribad couplet. I don’t know if I’m alone in this, but there are some folk who come across to me as looking perpetually a little confused. Demy fits into this category, no small part thanks to this shoddy lyric. The naïve wonder of the rain falling from above rather than emerging from below is almost charming - were it not for being the most egregious piece of a prime exhibit of “rhyme now, think later” songwriting.

“There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.” (Croatia)
This one is getting a pass from many people because it supposedly came from the hallowed lips of a Albert Einstein. Except, it almost certainly didn’t. There’s no trustworthy record of him ever having said that, and it’s generally considered a misattribution - such a black-and-white statement is, after all, uncharacteristic of as nuanced a thinker as A.E. I can understand why folks want to believe Einstein said it - if such a great human could indulge in such saccharine maudlin sentimentality, then it gives carte blanche to us all to do the same - but let’s be realistic.

Other than the misattribution, and the dubious decision to start a song in this manner, I have to take aim at the content of the “quote” itself. Either nothing is a miracle or everything is? That’s barmier than a toad on absynthe. Surely one is free to believe some unexpected and wonderful events to be “miracles” without every single other thing in one’s life also being miraculous? Imagine breaking your legs and getting told “well, you said that your winning €5,000 on the scratchcards was a miracle. SO THIS IS A MIRACLE TOO OTHERWISE THERE ARE NO MIRACLES!” An unhinged notion!

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Things I loved in Trials of Apollo: The Hidden Oracle (WARNING: spoilers)

These are the positive and happy moments I liked in TOA. There are spoilers but it does not include a lot of major and important plot. DONT EVEN LIE THESE WERE GREAT MOMENTS OKA Y?!

  • the pathetically posh way that Apollo speaks 
  • Meg joining the ranks of badass women in the series 
  • Meg’s kindergardener outfit 
  • “Pegasi who fly gallop on Toyotas. Normal horses who can not fly do not gallop on Toyotas." 
  • SALLY JACKSON IS PREGNANT OMG GUYS PERCY IS GOING TO BE A BIG BROTHEr!!!!!!!!!! 
  • Sally Jackson finally getting the description/appreciation she fucking deserves (and from an ex-god) like Apollo describing why Sally Jackson was perfect and saying she had the ability to "connect spiritually with a God as an EQUAL”  I mean he said Apollo actually calling Sally Jackson mortal rival of Circe (in the most complimenting way possible) Apollo straight FANGIRLING over Sally Jackson honestly Sally Jackson for the win 
  • did I mention Sally Jackson was fuCKING PREGNANT!!???!? 
  • “Perhaps the teenage angst had permeated the clothes, because I felt more like a sulky high schooler than ever.” …same… 
  • Apollo explaining time Percy’s promise to Annabeth is not to pass school but to not die while she’s on a trip (demigod struggles) 
  • PERCY AS A BABYSITTER 
  • Percy “I blow up toilets” Jackson
  • Percy’s “old demigod mischief twinkled in his eyes”  
  • Get Meg Cows 2016 
  • Percy being Meg’s big demigod brother like that dynamic is adorable 
  • “Because Poseidon." 
  • I just love Apollo’s moments where he explains things like time and the Black Plague I thought those were hilarious
  • "Whah jus happened?” (congested Percy) 
  • Peaches 
  • OLYMPUS MOMENT: Poseidon vs Apollo in hand to hand combat 
  • Apollo referring to Athena as “Old Gray Eyes" 
  • Apollo going insane (scary but actually kind of funny) 
  • Will reminding Apollo of his mother anD WILL BEING OLDER THAN HIS OWN DAD 
  • Meg being a scary ass tornado of pain (in the cutest way possible) 
  • Apollo and the Apollo kids 
  • the idea that half the medical schools in the world are inhabited by Apollos descendants along with like the entire Rock and Roll Hall of Fame like guys these demigods are awesome
  • please 
  • a moment of silence 
  • for my dearest Solangelo 
  • becoming canon 
  • we did it guys 
  • I love you all 
  • Chiron :) 
  • Nico calling Will a dork 
  • APOLLO CONFIRMING THAT HE DONT GIVE A SHIT ABOUT GENDER AND CONFIRMING THAT THE GODS DONT EITHER GUYS THIS IS GREAT WE HAVE BISEXUAL GODS Apollo speaks of 2 of his loves and we assume it’s 2 girls when in reality it’s a boy and a girl and I am so happy 
  • Chiron and his fishnet lady legs 
  • the new Hermes pranking duo being girls 
  • Apollo calling Solangelo cute 
  • Nico “I have a doctor’s” note Di Angelo
  • the minor gods having repped kids 
  • Nico wanting to kill Leo
  • APOLLO FAMILY 
  • Paolo ranting in Portugese 
  • Nico getting jealous!!? 
  • "She’s a communist!" 
  • I CALLED CABIN 4 HAVING ITS MOMENT IN THIS BOOK I CALLED IT I CALLED IT I CALLED IT I CALLED IT I CALLED IT I CALLED IT 
  • Apollo reveling in things like a toothbrush and deodorant and bacon
  • "Bacon is good" 
  • Apollo said he changes gender sometimes guys the gods are not only bi/pan they are gender fluid this is awesome 
  • Chiara ranting in Italian 
  • everyone loosing their shit and sanity when Apollo plays the guitar and Austin and Apollo connecting through music (honestly this Apollo family is going to be the death of me
  • Damien and Charia brotp 
  • Damien taking revenge on a guitar in the name of Apollo 
  • OLYMPUS MOMENT: Athena hanging out with athletic African nymphs 
  • KAYLA HAS TWO FREAKING DADS GUYS FUCK YEAH 
  • OLYMPUS MOMENT: Hephestus and Apollo having to wrestle the god Hypnos back to bed after he sleepwalked into ArtEMIS’S PRIVATE CHAMBERS 
  • Harley not giving a shit about anyone except Leo gUYS LEO IS A BIG BROTHER TO SOMEONE HERE HE HAS A LITTLE BOY WHO LOVES HIM AND APPRECIATES HIM ENOUGH TO MAKE SOMETHING FOR HIM AAAAAAEWWE THERE GOES MY HEART 
  • WHO MADE THE POST ABOUT THE DIFFERENT GODS AND BELIEFS TAKING TURNS TO DO SIMILAR JOBS BECAUSE APOLLO JUST CONFIRMED THAT 
  • OLYMPUS MOMENT: Persephone attacking pork ribs 
  • Artemis the womb hog and Apollo missing Artemis (they have to have a moment in this series please the overall idea of FAMILY in this book just warms my heart)
  • "Do not end up in Peru." 
  • OLYMPUS MOMENT: Apollo saying that Typhon raging the earth or the rise of Gaea was just as scary as accidentally seeing Ares naked in the gym 
  • Apollo getting protective over his children (and calling them his friends) 
  • Apollo comforting Harley 
  • “Romans gonna hate.” 
  • “Wait. I’m mortal. Murder would kill me. Nevermind.”
  • “I’m not a tree priest.” 
  • OLYMPUS MOMENT: Apollo and Artemis acting like brother and sister for real (kick me signs on Apollo’s back) 
  • murdurous ukulele 
  • Apollo thinking Hephestus made it when it was actually Harley 
  • Apollo getting protective over Meg 
  • Apollo calling Paolo handsome 
  • Meg being a boss 
  • hippie Rhea. Mother Earth is a massive hippie. Rhea in Woodstock guys
  • Rhea’s laugh sounding like a piglet with asthma 
  • "They have no chill whatsoever." 
  • I’m pretty sure Rhea is basically high for all of this 
  • Solangelo supporting each other 
  • Apollo’s song of all his flaws which was probably one of the most beautiful and heartbreaking forms of character development I have ever seen in my life omg I mean it was just all of his pride just being shattered and him coming to terms with what a messed up being he is I mean that is when he truly became human
  • OLYMPUS MOMENT: Hera yelling at Apollo for leaving the seat up 
  • Apollo rapping to serenade an ant queen and the ant queen approves 
  • soccer mom queen ant 
  • Nico and Will on a canoe ride together (sadly to be interrupted by a giant naked statue) 
  • Malcolm the "I-forgot-my-pants-here’s-my-bright-red-underwear” perfect battlefield commander 
  • Apollo’s greatest insult = “YOU’RE UGLY!" 
  • "I have a doctor’s note.” (we get it Nico…) 
  • OLYMPUS MOMENT: Hades being a little shit and scaring Apollo when he used an arrow of death 
  • Will: Nico’s going to pass out. Nico: nO IM NOT *passes out* 
  • Will referring to Nico as the Lord of Darkness 
  • Ms. O'Leary taking a piss on the Colossus head (and Percy’s reaction) 
  • Bronze Butt 
  • talking arrows
  • Percy: We need you. You can do this. Also Percy: Besides, if you don’t, I will personally throw you off the Empire State Building 
  • Percy and his never ending stream of insults and curses as he fights
  • Damien and Chiara…I ship them? (I’m officially calling it Damiara) 
  • Will snores 
  • Percy knows that if he’s gonna die it’s only gonna be at the hands of Annabeth and no one else
  • LEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
  • the demigods lining up to punch Leo one by one (Damian punching Leo just for the fuck of it)
  • Leo and Harley omg eternal love for the Hephestus brothers (and yes Nyssa can’t forget about the big sis)
  • Nyssa ranting in Spanish 
  • Leo and Percy high fiving as they remember the good old days sarcastic bros reunite #hoothrowback
  • Chiron wants to give you a hugSUPRISE MOTHERFUCKER THATS WHAT YOU GET rip Leo (again)
  • CALYPSOS GONNA GO ON AN ADVENTURE 
  • A P O L L O   F A M I L Y 
  • Live fully and without fear. ~Calypso
Wedding Speech - Joe Sugg Imagine

A/N - Hi can you do a Joe one where it’s the reader and his wedding and the buttercreams do a really embarrassing speech for them x If you don’t want to or can’t that’s fine ❤

“I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss the bride” My smile grew even bigger as I felt Joes lips on mine. Hearing everyone around cheering and clapping, I felt the tears building in my eyes. I finally married my best friend. 

Walking down the aisle hand in hand with my now husband smiling and waving to all our friends and family. My feelings right now wouldn’t process. I am literally over the moon with happiness. All I could hear were people cheering “Yes Sugg” “Go On My Boy” and a few faint cries. I still cannot believe this is my wedding day. The wedding day I have been planning since a little girl. I was now living it out. Everyone else was gathered into another room with champagne, me and Joe were guided around the building for photos. We had photos on the stairs, in arch ways, in the gardens, and in front of the country side view. We were then joined by the bridesmaids who happened to be my sister and Zoe, the groomsmen Caspar, Josh, Oli, Jack, Conor, Mikey and our parents. Lastly We had photos with the whole group and I stood there being grateful to be surrounded by the people i love most. 

While everyone moved to the reception room to take their seats, me and Joe waited back a bit giving everyone time to settle. 

“I cannot believe we did it” Joe turned to look at me with a beaming smile. 

“I’m still in shock, I’m generally so happy” I smiled back taking his hand in mine. 

“After 6 years of being together and 8 years of friendship I can officially call you a Sugg” 

“I finally fit in the Sugg family!” I cheered laughing. 

“You’ve always been classed as a Sugg babe” 

“But now we have it in writing”

“This is the happiest ive ever been, even though we’ve been in a relationship for so long, our next adventures start now”

“Our honeymoon, new house, new projects. Im so excited”

“Same love, it’s going to be something to treasure” 

“I love you” 

“I love you too”

“Are you two ready to go in?” The staff member asked. We glanced to each other and nodded. We followed the member of staff and waited behind the doors until we were told to go any further. 

“Can i have your attention” The staff member started. “We’re all there to celebrate the newly weds, so please put your hands together for Mr and Mrs Sugg!” We walked in and everyone was on their feet, cheering. Glad we got someone to film this day, I can look back and remember this moment for a life time. We took our seats in front of everyone while they all settled down and allowed us to get comfy. After all the food was served and drinks were topped up Zoe got out her seat to walk in front of the table with a microphone in her hand. 

“Hope you all are having a good time!” A few yeah’s and whistles flew around the room. “To kick off this evening, we are now going to move onto the speeches” Zoe turned to smirk at us both while i groaned and Joe nervous laughing knowing how embarrassing this was going to be. We watched as Josh took to the stage first also smirking as Zoe handed him the mic. 

Joe placed hand on my leg and lent in close. “You know this is going to be interesting” 

“I’m dreading it” I laughed turning to face Josh and linking my hand with Joes.

“I get the pleasure of starting this off. I remember meeting you Joe for the first time then i didn’t leave your apartment for months. I basically followed you and Caspar round like a lost dog. You used to get grumpy when i finished your milk or i didn’t wash up after myself. I can clearly say you haven’t changed. You’ve been a good friend buddy you’ve helped me through a lot of shit and i’m grateful to have a friend like you. I’m glad you found a girl like Y/N, she’s kept you in place but at the same time you’re still the Sugg i first met. Y/N you have a lot of work now that your married, he’s going to become even more lazy. You’re a talent women and you’ve been there to listen when i needed someone to. You’re like my sister and I wish you both the best for the future. Ill be round soon so you can cook me food” I’m glad Josh went first because he wouldn’t embarrass us. He’s the nice one out them all. 

Next was Mikey. 

“Cor i get to do a speech. I’ve always been the target and now i can target you two. You’ve been good friends to me over the past few years. Despite the bad things Joe has made me do or forced me to do such as having a leaf blower in my face to wearing tight red lacy boxers to trying to light my farts. I’ve even had to eat dry protein powder ruining one of my many black t-shirts. Joe your crazy ideas make you as a person, you’re one heck of a guy and you are very lucky to have Y/N, anyone would be. Y/N thanks for looking after me making sure i have eaten. No wonder i cant shed weight. I look forward to raiding your new sweets draw by the way”

Next was Conor. 

“I would like to thank Y/N for introducing me to Joe, because of you i made a great friend and because of Joe I made even more. Y/N i would like to thank you for staring in so many of my covers and even on my album. I mean i still say i have the better voice but I’m not going to judge. I cannot believe you two are married now, I’ve seen your relationship grow these past years and I look forward to having something like this. You two are literally a perfect match. Joe i dont even know what to say about you. You are one of the most hilarious down-to-earth guys i know. You deserve to be happy. I’m glad it’s Y/N who has to deal with your strange ass. I’m surprised she can handle it. She has to wake up to you farting, coming home drunk but then again thinking about it you are both as crazy as each other. I remember coming round once and you both swapped clothes pretending to be each other. That was a weird sight. I wish you both the world of happiness you both deserve it” 

Next was Jack. 

“Suggy got married! To a gorgeous girl also i should have started youtube sooner maybe i could of snatched her. Im joking im joking. Seeing how happy you two are together makes me want this but it also makes me sick but in a good way. You are both good friends to me i couldn’t ask for better people in my life. Well sometimes i could replace Joe after what he’s made me do. Clamping my hand, sticking sellotape to our heads and ripping it out our hair and daring me to run down the street naked. I hope you enjoy people licking your ears Y/N because Joe will be doing that a lot when he’s drunk. trust me. I remember Joe telling us he was going to propose and how nervous he was. You should of heard the other plans he had. They weren’t as romantic. Y/N thank you for appearing in my videos to give me more views. Thanks for the many shout outs too. Like i said, you’re a beautiful women inside and out i know how happy Joe makes you. You’re both weird and I’m glad i know you. Hears to the future”

Next was Oli. 

“Mr Joe Sugg? The Joe i know is actually married now! It feels so weird saying that. I’ve known you for so long and you haven’t changed one bit in a good way though! You both have helped me through a lot over the years with projects, videos, and life in general. I do appreciate it. Joe you are an absolute nutter. Seriously. I couldn’t ask for a better friend what friend would draw penis’ on your body or do jump scares every time we meet or would make me stay up will ridiculous times in the morning to set up pranks. I mean what friend would have a cardboard cut out of me? You better move that into your new home. I’ll always be watching then. Your relationship is probably the strongest i know. You’re both so open and that can be taken in different ways. I’ve seen them both naked. It was a few strange moments. Some moments i wish i could take back because i can still see them imagines in my head to this day. I also remember when i turned up at your apartment Joe was wearing this horse costume and Y/N was dressed like a cowgirl. I didn’t want to ask what went on. They said it was for a video but i dont believe that. I dont like to think what goes on in their minds. Moving on, Y/N you are one in a million you’ve been that one friend i can always rely on even if i’m in a bad mood you put up with me and i can speak on behalf of the other guys as well. You have so much patience and i respect you for that. You have a wonderful mind and a heart of gold. You are both lucky to have each other and im glad to call you both my best friends” 

Lastly, Caspar. 

 “I would like to start off with thanking Y/N for breaking my heart, you killed jaspar. I’m joking jaspar will always be round. I have known you both since we all started Youtube together. Remember our gang when we first started? The 3 of us, Zoe, Alfie, Tanya, Jim, Marcus, Niomi and Louise. Then it grew bigger. But look at the two of you now, i know you both never expected to get this far in life. I respect the both of you because you don’t take the famous title seriously, you just see yourselves as normal human beings doing something you love. It’s been amazing watching you both grow and seeing the success you’ve achieved. I couldn’t have wished it on better people. Joe, You are one or the bestest friend i could ask for. You are also one of the craziest dudes i know. Very spontaneous also. I could stand here all day and tell all our stories but i don’t want to bore you. Thank you for being my travelling buddy over the years. I’ve had some of the best memories with you such as doing Hit The Road. What an experience that was ay?  and for everyone’s information i am still the best pizza maker here. Im not thankful for the pranks though. Filing my room with cups of water, setting many alarms, posters of my face all over the walls, filling the room with balloons then Oli popping out with a clown outside and the best one turning my apartment into a slip and slide. I’m also not going to miss seeing you naked when i walk into your room. I am defiantly not going to miss hearing you and Y/N have sex either. You loud buggers. The amount of times i’ve walked in on you both, i still do it today it’s like a curse! Y/N, i still remember meeting you for the first time. You were so shy and timid and now, now i cannot get you to shut up. You are like a boy only when it comes to burping though. Ive seen you when you only had a few thousand subscribers and now you are the top female Youtuber in the UK. I am so proud of your achievements. You seriously deserve it. If i ever needed cheering up i knew you were and still are the person to text or call. You are a positive soul. You and Joe have always been perfect for each other. You are literally the same person. I hope you both the best as a married couple. I love you both.” 

I continued to wipe away the tears which were flowing from my eyes. I couldn’t of asked for better friends or a better husband. 

The Way I See You// Michael Clifford Smut Imagine

Warning: smut and insecure Michael
Rating: at least pg13
Word count:1147
So this is like fluff and also smut so just enjoy
Written by: S

Your fingers tapped across your keyboard as you finished up yet another almost perfect essay. This weeks writing assignment for your creative writing class was ‘write about something you appreciate’. Michael, your boyfriend of six years, didn’t know it yet, but you’d chosen to write about him.
“Whatcha writing babe?” he asked from the opposite side of the couch. You’d lived together since you’d started college together two years ago and you couldn’t be happier.
“Just another essay. Wanna read it?” you offered, looking up into his sharp green eyes.
“Of course love, you know I love reading your papers.” Even though Michael wasn’t an English major like you, there was never a time when he didn’t want to read anything and everything you wrote.
As his eyes began to flick across the words, a small smile grew on his face. ‘No one has ever made me felt more loved’ and ‘he is the perfect person…my person’ reflected from the screen and he took them in. When he stopped, though, he looked up with a different reaction than normal. His smile dropped and he stared back at you with almost a look of concern.
“What’s wrong Mikey?” you asked, wondering what could’ve changed so fast.
“You just….you write about me like I’m this….amazing guy all….perfect and I’m….. Y/N I’m not…..” he trailed off, his words breaking your heart a little as you’d heard them before but every time he spoke of himself like this it hurt you to know that he thought like that.
“Michael, Michael look at me,” you said softly, crawling over to sit between his legs, convincing him too stare back into your eyes, his now full of tears. “Baby I write like this because it’s all true. There’s no one on earth more perfect or amazing than you in my eyes. You are what I’m most grateful for in life.”
The two of you stayed for a few moments, eyes locked, your hands holding his face, before he leaned in and pressed your foreheads together and let out a choked sob. You felt the tears trail down his face and into your fingers and began to wipe them away.
“I just don’t see how anyone can see me like that,” he whispered, giving you a few ideas. “Baby look at me,” you said again, causing him to open his eyes. “What do you see when you look at me?” you asked.
“I see the most amazing, beautiful girl in the world. The person who I know will always be mine, be there for me, be the best part of my life,” he said, earning a small smile from you.
“See? That’s exactly what I think when I see you Mikey,” you told him, trying to convince him. “But-” he began.
“No, no buts,” you cut him off. “If you can’t see what I see, then I want to make you feel my love,” you said, your tone dropping slightly but still staying soft. You leaned in to kiss him, a slow, soft kiss but still full of all the passion in the world. Your hands trailed down his chest and tucked underneath his tank, rubbing circles on his chest. You began to trail kisses down his neck and onto his collar bones, sucking and nipping softly at the skin. Tugging at the hem of his shirt, you gently pulled it off and over his head, yours following suit.
“Baby you don’t have to…..” Michael started. “Shh, Mikey, let me take care of you,” you cooed, running your hands along his sides while you pressed more kisses below his ear, causing him to hum softly. Your hands found his hip bones and your fingers began to trail lightly across them, back and forth, soothing the skin.
Eventually, you began to work on his jeans, unbuttoning them and pulling them off of him, along with his boxers, while you kissed his perfect lips, this time more hungrily but still soft and loving.
“Such a pretty cock baby,” you whispered, taking it into your hands and stroking it, earning a groan from the back of his throat. You circled your thumb around the tip and pumped his length. Trailing kisses down his chest, you got to the little trail of hair that started at his navel and began to pet over the soft hair with your thumb, kissing the milky white skin around it until you reached his his hard cock again and placed a kiss on the tip.
“So beautiful,” you hummed, mostly to yourself as you looked up at his face, scrunched up as you continued to stroke him, eliciting sweet moans from him.
You took him in your mouth and began to swirl your tongue around his member, causing him to release the most beautiful sound. As you continued to bob your head, he looked down at you, still letting soft grunts and whines fall from his lips. Pulling his out of your mouth, you crawl back to his body to kiss him, working off your lounge shorts as you do so.
“You ready baby?” you ask him as you line him up with your entrance. He nods in response, not being able to form words.
“I love you so much,” you say, kissing his forehead as you sink down on to him, pulling moans from the both of you. You begin to slowly rock onto him, lifting your hips and settling them back down again. As you do, your hand finds his and you lock them together, staring into his eyes for the millionth time tonight. The room is silent other than the sounds of your skin meeting and the occasional whine or moan from either of you, and nothing could be more perfect. You started down at the man you loved most in the world, and he stared back at you, both of you taking in the beauty of this moment.
“Baby I hate to screw up your vibes here but I, mmhh, I need a little more,” he said, causing you to pick up your pace and bounce a little harder, driving him insane. Both of you no longer caring about the noise and letting out groans and swears and mixed “I love you"s. You felt him twitch inside you, and you were close but you wanted him to get there first. As you picked up your pace, you began to nibble on his sweet spot just below his ear and clenched around him, sending him over the edge and setting off your high.
After you’d both come down, you laid on his chest, still peppering him with kisses.
“Do you see now how perfect you are to me?” I ask softly, peering up at him.
“I don’t know how I ever got so lucky to have a girl like you.” he replied softly.

The Songbird (Thorin x female reader)

Title: The Songbird
Fandom:
The Hobbit
Genre: Smut. Kinda PWP.
Rating: R
Summary:  Imagine Thorin tying a ponytail before going down on you, because his hair gets in the way. (Based on this imagine from imaginexhobbit and Admin Kim’s request for a drabble.)
Warnings/Notes: Every time I write something based on imaginexhobbit, I try to keep it under 1k words so I can just submit it to the blog instead of sending in a link, but I never manage it. I’m just a wordy person, I guess. I hope y’all like this!

You thought you were alone. You were sitting at the table, working on a very important, very intricate little bead, and, because you thought you were alone, you had allowed yourself to sing. You’d started out humming to yourself: first a jaunty little nonsense melody that made you smile to yourself, which then transformed into a cheerful song you remembered from your childhood, which finally turned into full-on singing complete with lyrics made up as you went along. Of course, you were careful not to let yourself get too carried away–this was delicate work, after all, and much more important than amusing yourself in song.

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Lemonade

“Intuition”

I tried to make a home out of you, but doors lead to trap doors, a stairway leads to nothing. Unknown women wander the hallways at night. Where do you go when you go quiet?

You remind me of my father, a magician … able to exist in two places at once. In the tradition of men in my blood, you come home at 3 a.m. and lie to me. What are you hiding?

The past and the future merge to meet us here. What luck. What a f*cking curse.

“Denial”

I tried to change. Closed my mouth more, tried to be softer, prettier, less awake. Fasted for 60 days, wore white, abstained from mirrors, abstained from sex, slowly did not speak another word. In that time, my hair, I grew past my ankles. I slept on a mat on the floor. I swallowed a sword. I levitated. Went to the basement, confessed my sins, and was baptized in a river. I got on my knees and said ‘amen’ and said ‘I mean.’

I whipped my own back and asked for dominion at your feet. I threw myself into a volcano. I drank the blood and drank the wine. I sat alone and begged and bent at the waist for God. I crossed myself and thought I saw the devil. I grew thickened skin on my feet, I bathed in bleach, and plugged my menses with pages from the holy book, but still inside me, coiled deep, was the need to know … Are you cheating on me?

Cheating? Are you cheating on me?

“Anger”

If it’s what you truly want … I can wear her skin over mine. Her hair over mine. Her hands as gloves. Her teeth as confetti. Her scalp, a cap. Her sternum, my bedazzled cane. We can pose for a photograph, all three of us. Immortalized … you and your perfect girl.

I don’t know when love became elusive. What I know is, no one I know has it. My father’s arms around my mother’s neck, fruit too ripe to eat. I think of lovers as trees … growing to and from one another. Searching for the same light.

Why can’t you see me? Why can’t you see me? Why can’t you see me? Everyone else can.

“Apathy”

So what are you gonna say at my funeral, now that you’ve killed me? Here lies the body of the love of my life, whose heart I broke without a gun to my head. Here lies the mother of my children, both living and dead. Rest in peace, my true love, who I took for granted. Most bomb p*ssy who, because of me, sleep evaded. Her god listening. Her heaven will be a love without betrayal. Ashes to ashes, dust to side chicks.

“Emptiness”

She sleeps all day. Dreams of you in both worlds. Tills the blood, in and out of uterus. Wakes up smelling of zinc, grief sedated by orgasm, orgasm heightened by grief. God was in the room when the man said to the woman, “I love you so much. Wrap your legs around me. Pull me in, pull me in, pull me in.” Sometimes when he’d have her nipple in his mouth, she’d whisper, “Oh, my God.” That, too, is a form of worship.

Her hips grind, pestle and mortar, cinnamon and cloves. Whenever he pulls out … loss. Dear moon, we blame you for floods … for the flush of blood … for men who are also wolves. We blame for the night for the dark, for the ghosts.

“Loss”

Every fear … every nightmare … anyone has ever had.

“Accountability”

You find the black tube inside her beauty case where she keeps your father’s old prison letters. You desperately want to look like her. You look nothing like your mother. You look everything like your mother. Film star beauty. How to wear your mother’s lipstick. You go to the bathroom to apply your mother’s lipstick. Somewhere no one can find you.

You must wear it like she wears disappointment on her face. Your mother is a woman and women like her cannot be contained. Mother dearest, let me inherit the earth. Teach me how to make him beg. Let me make up for the years he made you wait. Did he bend your reflection? Did he make you forget your own name? Did he convince you he was a god? Did you get on your knees daily? Do his eyes close like doors? Are you a slave to the back of his head?

Am I talking about your husband or your father?

“Reformation”

He bathes me until I forget their names and faces. I ask him to look me in the eye when I come home. Why do you deny yourself heaven? Why do you consider yourself undeserving? Why are you afraid of love? You think it’s not possible for someone like you. But you are the love of my life. You are the love of my life. You are the love of my life.

“Forgiveness”

Baptize me … now that reconciliation is possible. If we’re gonna heal, let it be glorious. 1,000 girls raise their arms. Do you remember being born? Are you thankful for the hips that cracked? The deep velvet of your mother and her mother and her mother? There is a curse that will be broken.

“Resurrection”

Something is missing. So many young women, they tell you, “I want me a hu — see, all them make me feel better than you.” So how we supposed to lead our children to the future? What do we do? How do we lead them? Love. L-O-V-E, love. Mm-mmm-mmm. Hallelujah. Thank you, Jesus. I just love the Lord, I’m sorry, brother. I love the Lord. That’s all I got.

When your back gets against the wall and your wall against your back, who you call? Hey! Who you call? Who you call? You gotta call Him. You gotta call Jesus. You gotta call Him. You gotta call Him ‘cause you ain’t got another hope.

You are terrifying … and strange and beautiful.

Magic.

“Hope”

The nail technician pushed my cuticles back … turns my hand over, stretches the skin on my palm and says, “I see your daughters and their daughters.” That night in a dream, the first girl emerges from a slit in my stomach. The scar heals into a smile. The man I love pulls the stitches out with his fingernails. We leave black sutures curling on the side of the bath.

I wake as the second girl crawls headfirst up my throat, a flower blossoming out of the hole in my face.

“Redemption”

Take one pint of water, add a half pound of sugar, the juice of eight lemons, the zest of half a lemon. Pour the water from one jug then into the other several times. Strain through a clean napkin.

Grandmother, the alchemist, you spun gold out of this hard life, conjured beauty from the things left behind. Found healing where it did not live. Discovered the antidote in your own kit. Broke the curse with your own two hands. You passed these instructions down to your daughter who then passed it down to her daughter.

I had my ups and downs, but I always find the inner strength to pull myself up. I was served lemons, but I made lemonade. My grandma said “Nothing real can be threatened.” True love brought salvation back into me. With every tear came redemption and my torturers became my remedy. So we’re gonna heal. We’re gonna start again. You’ve brought the orchestra, synchronized swimmers.

You’re the magician. Pull me back together again, the way you cut me in half. Make the woman in doubt disappear. Pull the sorrow from between my legs like silk. Knot after knot after knot. The audience applauds … but we can’t hear them.

The Walls Come Down (Charles Xavier imagine)
  • Requested by @craving-horans-hug : Oh my gosh please do a Young Charles Xavier imagine!!! Could it be that the reader has healing powers and she’s training with Charles and she suggests that she may be able to heal his spine and allow him to walk again?
  • A/N: Here is it ! My first Charles Xavier request ! It’s quite long (as usual) and I’ll admit , it is probably not my best work (but my point of view is pretty biased considering I never like what I write ;) )
    Also, there is a bit of science in this so feel free to skip that part if you get bored :P
    Hope you enjoy !
    Jaymes.


« One more time, Y/N »

The Professor, beside her, was observing the woman’s hands. Just in front of her, in the large garden around the school, were a dozen of whitened roses. Sitting cross-legged on the grass, her palmed were raised toward the once beautiful blue flowers. She had discovered, at a young age, that she had the ability of healing damaged organisms. While Charles believed her powers to be vast and useful, not yet at their full capacity, the most she could do was delaying the inevitable death of the dozen of several plants growing in the garden. Each week she kept training with the Professor, and each time she kept growing more frustrated.

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Reasons Why Raph RULES OOTS:
  • That big lug just can’t say no to Donnie. <3 And omg that must really HURT. He’s big! He’s HUGE! But he does it because, awwwwww <3 (and also because Donnie’s clearly trained him well!)
  • Cheering for his team. When Raph is rootin’ for ya, you know about it. The stadium shakes. Plus I just love his unrestrained enthusiasm - you gotta love the big, stoic, grumpy one letting loose and carrying on like a goon!
  • He’s there in an instant to pep talk Mikey: “you got this, you got this!” Listen to him! This is life and death! Right then, there is no task more vital on this earth than Mikey hitting his target: Vern. He’s completely, wholeheartedly earnest about it. It’s adorable.
  • “My turn, my turn, my turn!” daaawww, you big excited teddy bear! 
  • Actually, can we talk about how this movie laid down all these amazing clues about how Raph and Mikey have teamed up since they were kids, making their police headquarters break in scheme all the more natural and enjoyable? From the peashooter hyping to setting up Casey, you can see what Raph and Mikey’s relationship has been like all their lives. And it’s glorious. <3
  • Always being the one to give Mikey the hardest time when he’s goofed. And Mikey barely seems to notice it - it’s a perfect younger brothers dynamic, always bickering and hassling each other. But God help you if you try to mess with either one - the other will be there in an instant to shut that shit down!
  • His utter speechlessness when he beholds the battletruck for the first time. 
  • Damn, he can’t stand still enough to even watch what’s going on! There’s a fight out there and he’s not a part of it? No. Nope. Nuh-uh. No way. Not acceptable! Can’t. handle. thisssss! He’s just up the back of the truck, pacing around, slapping around those punching bags Donnie carefully thought to install, his fists itching to meet Foot.
  • “Enough! It’s time to take out the trash.”  (。♥‿♥。)
  • And then. And then. And then.
    SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
    (♡´౪`♡)
    ♡〜٩( ╹▿╹ )۶〜♡
    Oh. My. Goooooooddddddddddddddddddddd!
    This entire sequence is one of the most blessed and beautiful ever put to screen! Every second of it is an exquisite portrait of complete and total badassery the likes of which has rarely been witnessed before, an exhilarating demonstration of skill and might that combines in a glorious whole of raw eroticism that instantly destroys the panties of every girl, boy and non-binary individual who witnesses it. Let us bow our heads and give thanks for this blessing.
  • Restlessly playing baseball with Don in the lair. You can tell this has been going on for years - Donnie sits around tinkering on something, throwing a ball or whatever for Raph at frequent intervals to keep him distracted and moving. His bros know how to manage him!
  • “GET AWAY FROM HER!”  ♱♡‿♡♰
  • Macho stand-off with Casey. Who can be the most butch? 
  • Um, no way fella. You are not getting ANY closer to April right now. This is none of your concern. Just back the fuck up.  {{swoon}}
  • Eyerolling at Mikey. It’s just cute.
  • Casually doing situps with legs hooked over a pipe fifteen feet in the air. AHHHHHHHHHHHHH! (♡ ὅ ◡ ὅ )ʃ♡
  • Giving Casey shit whilst squishing Mikey’s soccer ball. Yeah, he’s being a dick but… such a sexy dick. 
  • It’s his idea to set Casey up and somehow that just makes it better. Love seeing Raph lightening up a little and being mischievous! Clearly, Mikey does too! XD
  • Chuckling and fistbumping Mikey when they’re successful. Raph. you should smile more. You’re so pretty when you smile. 
  • Two words: BENCH. PRESS. Σ_( ♡ ཀ ♡」∠)_
  • All he REALLY hears is that Leo wants to keep a secret for him. Fuse is lit. Explosion imminent in 3…2…1…
  • Ooooh the look on his face as he determinedly strides towards his bro. shrugging Mikey off like a knat! 
  • Hey Raph, that’s actually pretty cool and clever of you, confronting Leo with how his actions are not very bushido before you lose your shit.  You’re growing up and I’m proud of you!
  • “Where’s the honour in keeping secrets from your brothers?” This is a beautiful delivery, quiet and restrained and brimming with hurt barely concealed. And his expression! *heart aches*
  • It’s a recurring theme in the film that Raphael wants recognition and respect for who they are and what they’ve done. He makes his feelings strong and clear from the beginning - “we saved the city. We should be on the jumbotron, not in it”, “yeah, well, this arrangement has us sitting in the nosebleeds for the rest of our lives” - but does Raph actually want to be HUMAN? The exchange Leo and he have is instructive: “It’s not about what I like. It’s about what people up there are willing to accept!” oh, this is KEY. Raph loves being a turtle! This conflict of his is pretty common across all incarnations - Raph LOVES being a turtle but HATES not being accepted because of it.  At the heart of it, what Raph really wants is FREEDOM. The freedom to be who and what he is, to roam freely wherever he wants without being the target of prejudice. Unlike Mikey, who I think would embrace the opportunity to be human and live a human life and doubtless has fantasised about it a million times, Raph really wants just to be free. If the ooze is a means to that, then he’s willing to consider it. Regardless of whether it’s the ideal means or not.
  • “What about Mikey? He don’t get a vote?” I. freaking. LOVE. that! Because Raph just wants to be free. But he KNOWS exactly how MUCH this would mean to Mikey and it MATTERS to him. His bratty, annoying, pain-in-the-ass little bro who he constantly gives a hard time means the whole world to him. <3 <3 <3
  • Hot Head Temper Tantrum! stomp stomp stomp, fling, smash, kick!
  • Lying to April. I mean, it’s a terrible thing to do but goddamn, he’s really cute when he does it because he just really fucking sucks at it. And the Razzie goes to…
  • The look of sheer desperation when he’s all “ain’t that right Mikey?” Say I’m right, ohmigawd, pleeeeeeeease!
  • Shhiiiiit, Raph’s got blueprints and everything. He’s put hella thought into this plan! Nice work.
  • MACHO STAND OFF WITH CASEY! These are fun.
  • That “well?” look he gives Jones. Ooooohhhhh. 
  • "The only plan I got so far… may be a tad less than appetising” - why is it so hilariously cute it’s Raph’s idea to rope Vern into all this? 
  • Menacing Vern. Hee. XD
  • Every second of the police HQ break in is freakishly gold. From ignoring Mikey’s fistbump (jerk!) to being elbowed by Mikey, to being the amazing unwavering bridge for Mikey to sit on, to catching that card with HIS TONGUE (sqqqueeeeee) to being unable to fit through the vents is sheer adorable perfection. <3
  • Raphael on a mission is unstoppable - whatever the risk, he’s getting that ooze! Reckless, hot-headed, bullish and just a little crazy.  v( ♥ ڼ ♥ )v
  • That look of defeat when the cop calls them monsters. He didn’t expect any different, but all the same… it’s a shitty fucking thing to hear.
  • He can’t say anything when Leo confronts him about April. Because it’s true. And he didn’t think about that. And he doesn’t like thinking about it now.
  • “JUMP?” ooohhhhhhh my gooooodddddddddd I was NOT expecting any of this but goddamn it is next level cute. Raph is scared of jumping out of a plane! Big bad badass is practically soiling his ninja shorts at the thought of doing what his most nerdy brother did without a care in the world and has to call upon the spirit of Vin Diesel to overcome his fear! Too classic. ˉ̶̡̭̭ ( ´͈ ᗨ `͈ ) ˉ̶̡̭̭
  • Oh but it’s okay, he’s got an immediate opportunity to remind us all just how badass he is: “the good news is, you’re wearing chutes”. Yeah, posture a little more, Raph. I like the way your muscles ripple when you do. :)
  • Picking Rocksteady up and throwing him across the plane. All that benchpressing has been working for ya, buddy. XD
  • Catching Leo before he can be blown from the plane. <3
  • The adorableness of his sheer gleeful relief to be back on land. And those lips… (ˆ ڡ ˆ)
  • Leaping out of nowhere to save Donnie from that missile. NO ONE mmessed with his bros. (♡ ὅ ◡ ὅ )ʃ♡
  • His frustrated and hurt reaction to Leo’s sarcastic “thanks guys. AHHHHHHHH, Raph, Leo loves you, HE DOES!!!!! Seriously, for all Raph’s defiance of Leo and all his conflict, deep down he really wants Leo to approve of him. Because he admires his big bro.  Almost more than he can bear.
  • Of course he starts the fight. Oh, Raph. 
  • When Raph takes a stand, he takes it BIG. I mean, he didn’t HAVE to chuck the ooze against the wall. He could’ve just put it down. He could’ve given it back to Donnie. He could’ve just said “naaaaaaah”. But no, he has to throw it against the wall, so there’s a big dramatic pause before it smashes everywhere.  Well, tell us how you really feel, Raph!
    Seriously though, this wasn’t just a moment of melodrama - Raph’s destroying any possible temptation the ooze may present in the future. He’s taking the stand of staying with his bros, always and forever.
  • “Let’s just say we’re four brothers who hate bullies and love this city” - best. description. EVER. Splinter, can Raph get some belated credit for that line to make up for all those times he never finished his homework? It should count.
  • Cracking his knuckles at Vern.  ლ(´ڡ`ლ)
  • And it’s Raph who starts the hand stackk. awwwwwww. <3 His nature puts him into constant conflict with them, but really he yearns for unity with his brothers.
  • Yeah, he’s got this, Leo. Check it out. The surf is UP. XD
  • I love that it’s Raph who corrects Krang about their genus.  I don’t know why. I just think it’s great. XD Maybe because it’s such a common mistake that people make and you just KNOW that’s gonna be a major sore spot for Raph. hehehe.
  • “NOBODY… MESSES… ” they’re all there for their little bro and to hear the pure rage in Raph’s voice that someone dared try to hurt his pal Mikey just makes me squeal and roll around in adoring glee, because there is nothing that isn’t perfect about this family team and ultimately, no matter who lies, or who screws up, or who is super mega annoying, they’re all there for each other, without fail or hesitation and love each other madly. <3 <3 <3 <3
  • “Garbage truck!” Okay, that’s adorable. That’s literally the first thing he thought of when Leo said they have something no one else does, and he just throws his whole self into that cheer, YES, THE GARBAGE TRUCK ALL HAIL THE GARBAGE TRUCK WITHOUT IT THEY WOULD NEVER HAVE DEFEATED KRANG! Raph, you goober.
  • OOOOMMMMMGGGGGGG that totally unguarded smile of happiness and pride when he gets his key!! It’s so rare to see Raph without the touch of a scowl on his forehead, so precious to see him simply feel uncomplicated or unburdened pleasure and joy in something he has accomplished, to witness it be reognised and valued. These are the moments to treasure with Raph, the ones to drink in and savour, to commit to memory to reflect on with affection whenever he is once again hiding behind frowns and machismo. Don’t forget there’s a big, cuddly teddy bear under all that armour AND WE LOVE IT. ;)
  • EEEEEEEE LOOK how he slings his arms around Leo and Mikey up the top of Liberty for a big bro hug! He’s so full of love and happiness he can’t even help himself. And OMG he reaches for Leo FIRST SQUEEEEEEEEEE ヾ(◍ ♥ ౪ ♥ ◍)ノ゙♡
  • Raph is a thing of beauty and a joy forever in this movie. He reveals hidden fears no one would’ve guessed at, shows leadership skills in creating effective plans, manages to confront two stubborn jerks in subtly effective ways without just losing his temper, loses his temper and is adorably rageful about it, is a scary big brutish motherfucker and yet omg he’s so full of love and protectiveness for his bros and family, lets his playful side out and demonstrates he can be a master prankster even though he cannot lie to save his LIFE, is always watching out for his bros, questions and defies authority and yet can concede when he recognises it’s crucial (and he agrees with what’s going on!) and yes, he has huge fucking muscles and shows us just exactly what he’s able to do with them. And we’re all incredibly grateful. Raph, you’re a big, cuddly, incredibly violent teddy bear we all just want to smother in kisses and remind you a million times: yes, you are loved, yes, you are good, yes, this team FUCKING NEEDS YOU! And SO DO WE! <3 <3 <3 <<3
Ren Kouha Character Guide Translation

Even though he and his elder brothers are of different mothers, he idolizes them to an abnormal level.

Kouha’s Attendants

The magicians who are accompanying him to Magnostadt are all quite skilled. They love being hit by Kouha.

Kouha’s Story

Due to his personality and his mother being labeled an outcast, Kouha has been distanced by the people around him. However, despite those circumstances, he didn’t yield and swore to fight without a shame.

Caption:

-Cold gazes are cast toward Kouha and the lowborn people that he gathers around him.

He’s quite experienced when it comes to women? From his appearance, speech and conduct, Kouha looks and sounds like a teenager. However, from the way he handles the three female magicians around him, you can’t help but get the feeling he’s like a veteran in that department.

Caption:

-When it comes to the ladies, he’s superior to Aladdin and Sinbad?

Profile

Country: the Kou Empire
Height: 158cm
Weight: 45kg
Speciality: hacking to pieces
Hobby: fashion and maintaining his beauty and form
Favorite food: fig
Disliked food: spicy food
Favorite type: an individualistic woman
Disliked type: dependant people
What he likes to do in his days off: appreciating his subordinates
What worries him: his mother
Weak point: his big brother

He’s a simple-minded berserker who loves the sight of blood

Due to his readiness for a battle and lack of patience, whenever they are supposed to travel incognito, halfway through, a flashy fight unfolds. He swings his massive sword and his enemies are cut apart one by one.

Captions:

-Forgetting himself, he thrusts his weapon at his enemies with a ghastly vigor.

-he loves war and cutting people makes him feel good. That suits him as the prince of the Kou Empire.

He’s the other king of the Kou Empire and ruling over the shadows

In the imperial palace, Kouha has been regarded as a dissenter ever since he was little. However, without letting that ruin him, with his own hands, he tore open the path he must follow.

Captions:

-Kouha’s strength that originates from his positivity is guiding people.

-Not only in the Kou Empire, there are many people from beyond who swore their loyalty to Kouha.

Point: he especially pampers those who he acknowledges. He opens up his heart and relies on the exceptional. Kouha too has his own unique way of life.

Caption:

Judar is one of the few people other than his family that he opens up to.

Ohtaka’s Maref

Q) does he expose his legs because he’s aware of his own charm?

A) his stature doesn’t suit him as a warrior, does it? However, as someone high-ranking, he probably thought of ways to attract others. Doing his best while following the method that he came up with, it turned out like what it is now.

Djinn Equip: Leraje

The luminous, rock hard wings are circling the battlefield. Kouha’s djinn equip exudes strength and is bewitchingly beautiful. The long wings extending from his back and the massive scythe that he carries with both hands are creating the perfect balance. Kouha, who normally shows a lot of his beautiful skin, does the same in djinn equip mode.

Wings

The crystals intertwined with Leraje’s hair transforms into wings on Kouha’s back that flap wildly.

Great Sword (Nyoirentou)

It transform into a halberd. His great sword turns into a weapon that’s both a scythe and a hammer.

Sturdy Armor

It shows what it shows.

With one swing of his metal vessel, his enemies drop like flies.

Kouha’s slender body and shape-shifting metal vessel has acquired him his own unique battle style. When he swings his metal vessel that also makes the earth quiver under its power, countless enemies that stand in his way scatter away like leaves.

Extreme Magic: Leraz Madraga (Leraz Hammer)

Kouha’s extreme magic leaves a large gaping hole in his enemies.

Captions:

-While his metal vessel is destructive, it can also act as a shield and protect Kouha’s comrades from the enemy.

-Kouha, who loves war, won’t be intimidated even if his enemy is of colossal size and would challenge it head on.

Point: Leraje, who hates unfaithful men. ‘I’ve had enough of unfaithful men’ is Leraje’s reason for choosing Kouha as her king. Is she holding a grudge against one?

Caption:

-Leraje, who was told by Kouha ‘looks like you were dumped by someone’. In the past, was she burning with love for a womanizer who threw her away?

Ohtaka’s Maref

Q) When it comes to maintaining his beauty, what’s the thing he takes care of the most?

A) It’s his face. He probably thinks in order for him to be persuasive, he must take good care of his face and hair. The outcome is a strange one (laugh)

Kouha’s Relationships

Kouen, his elder brother that he respects

Kouha swore absolute fealty to Kouen and obeys his every order. Even though he was chosen to be king, he preferred to be Kouen’s household.

The Kind Koumei, who chides Kouha whenever he behaves mischievously

The calm Koumei always looks after the naive Kouha kindly. Kouha would state his opinion in front of Koumei without reservations.

Judar, who believes strength is justice

Even Judar, who isn’t a member of his family, acknowledges his strength and doesn’t mind his company. Even though Kouha spoils him a lot, Judar seems irritated when he does so.

Aladdin, the friend that he met on his journey

Aladdin, who traveled with him on his carriage, became a good playmate on that boring journey. To kill time, he braided his hair, which ended up looking similar to Kouha’s.

Point: the three magicians who survived a tragedy. They are Kouha’s subordinates who were subjects in an experiment to create magicians artificially. It resulted in them having a repulsive appearance. They are meek and admire Kouha, and it looks like they are in some sort of an adult relationship with him…!?

anonymous asked:

How would the main three plus leo react to their childhood friend appearing while they practice? Like they hadnt seen eachother in years? (Btw ur profile is amazing and great writing and ya i hope im not annoying ill go now bye)

Aw, anon, you’re not annoying me! I love requests and being able to make people happy with my writing; this request is really good! I like the feeling of nostalgia I was able to create here. Sorry this took such a long time ;-; Thanks for requesting!


[Viktor Nikiforov]

  • He’s taking a break from his practice with Yuri when he feels a tap on his shoulder
  • “Now, Yuri, you need to HOLY SHIT HELLO MY LOVE MY DEAR OLD FRIEND
  • IMMEDIATE HUGS
  • He would just hug you and tell you how much he’s missed you
  • He would want to go catch up with you right away
  • “Lucky for you, (Y/N), our practice is now almost over.”
  • “But Viktor, we still have like four hours left to practice-“
  • “Yuuri stfu can’t u see I’m trying to impress them quit cockblocking me jfc
  • Takes you to a restaurant probably, and he would show you all of his favorite foods from Japan
  • Viktor is a physical person, so obviously he’s going to keep an arm around you, hold your hand, touch your leg, etc. at all times
  • he is subconsciously afraid of you slipping away again so his instinct is to cling to you but shhhhhhhhhhhh
  • You would ask him about the change in scenery he’s had from becoming a coach
  • also why did you cut your beautiful locks of hair Viktor why????
  • While he’s talking you can see how much more relaxed and happy he is than you remember
  • It makes you feel all warm and fuzzy seeing him without all of the stress and pressure to be a perfect idol in the figure skating world
  • He notices how beautiful you’ve become; the way you matured and grew from your childhood almost brings him to tears
  • “I thought you were beautiful before but now i can’t take my eyes off of you why are you like this you beautiful human.”
  • After your meal that he pays for what a gentleman he gives you his phone number
  • “You call me if you need anything, okay? I don’t want to get out of touch with you and your beautiful face again!”
  • And he probably wants to take you on a proper date in the near future wink wonk

[Yuri Katsuki]

  • It was almost the end of practice when you enter the rink
  • Yuri ends up falling in the final steps of his routine when he sees you
  • “Holy shit is that them holy fuck it is them don’t do anything dumb shit shit shit shit fuck”
  • Viktor sees how bashful Yuri gets and allows him to end practice early, since he can’t wait to see how you two interact
  • Viktor will be watching you from afar but you won’t know it hehe
  • Yuri takes you to his home and cooks you a meal
  • You talk the entire time, mostly catching up
  • It turns out you saw him perform on television and wanted to come congratulate him
  • While you two are reminiscing about the past he becomes really self conscious and embarrassed
  • he can’t help but wonder what embarrassing memories you have of him
  • “Remember the time we went out to dinner and you ate your pork cutlet bowl too fast, Yuri? I remember on the walk home we had to stop so you could throw up over the railing of the pier!”
  • “Yes I remember, (Y/N) Please never bring that up again omg shut up you’re killing m e
  • but as soon as you start talking about his skyrocketing skating career and athleticism, his confidence boosts and he instantly becomes more comfortable
  • “Damn, you’ve lost a bunch of weight, huh, Yuri? You look really good.”
  • he nearly dies omg have mercy on this poor boy
  • “Omg thank you look really good too and you’re even more gorgeous than i remember holy shit send h e l p”
  • You exchange phone numbers and stay in close contact, and visits become much more frequent

[Yuri Plisetsky]

  • He’s in the middle of getting yelled at by Yakov when you came into the ice rink
  • He almost dies when he sees you
  • tbh that was the most gentle and soft expression you’ve ever seen on his face
  • No matter how much Yuri argues with Yakov, he isn’t allowed to leave to spend time with you
  • So he uses this to his advantage and skates for you
  • You know this boy is going to show off to you as much as possible so are you even surprised like honestly
  • He wants to impress you, so he of course has a flawless run-through of his routine
  • even Yakov was surprised omg so impressed he shuts right up
  • After the practice is over, Yuri brings you to a nearby mall to go shopping
  • If you show him something, he buys it for you
  • “Yuri, I just said I liked it. You don’t have to-‘
  • “Stfu and let me do this for you jfc”
  • psssst he’s secretly trying to make you forgive him for leaving you behind by buying you stuff but you didn’t hear that from me k
  • He will buy you matching cat-themed friendship bracelets probs
  • The two of you just talk about childhood and your favorite memories of each other. Yuri mostly talks about how much he misses having someone like you to talk to tho
  • You guys are goofing around in a store and trying on all of the expensive clothes just for shits and giggles
  • You come out of a dressing room with a big, leopard print coat and Yuri almost dies
  • Holy fuck that is hot but do not get a boner do noT GET A BO N ER”
  • He takes a photo of you and the way you smile at him makes him remember why you were his friend in the first place
  • Needless to say, he’s not going to be letting you go anytime soon

[Leo de la Iglesia]

  • As someone who cherishes his friends, this visit from you is like heaven on earth
  • When you come to the rink, he is doing his post-practice stretch
  • so the first thing you see is his ass bc he’s bending over niiiiice yeeeeaaaahhhhh booiiiiiiii
  • You are so entertained by watching him stretch, and you don’t want to interrupt him
  • But he notices you eventually and his tired expression changes to an ecstatic one
  • he would look like such a cutie with his hair in a lil man bun and his lil smile aw
  • “Omfg hello it’s YOU c’mere pls hug me
  • The hug is going to last forev e r
  • You would help him stretch out his shoulders before you two head out
  • and you get to feel his muscles from underneath his shirt while you help you lucky lil shit
  • A good catching-up conversation would happen while Leo drove you in his car
  • but he would almost crash a few times bc he can’t help but glance over and admire you with a dumb lil smile on his adorable fucking face
  • “Leo, the road! Watch the road or we’re going to-!”
  • “(Y/N) I’m sorry I’m crying trying my best you’re just so beautiful holy shit i’m sorry you’re so attractive”
  • He would apologize a thousand times for losing contact with you for sure
  • Even after you forgive him, he’ll go through a Starbucks drive-thru and get you your favorite drink as a peace offering
  • You’ll insist it’s not necessary but he’s going to do it anyway because he’s too pure for his own good
  • He’s going to bring you to his home so you can say hello to his family
  • There you’ll share a home cooked meal and catch up on lost time
  • You might even break out old photo albums and reminisce about the simpler times
  • Leo is probably going to cry a little bit just hold him pls save this boy
  • He won’t be letting you slip away anytime soon~
Welcome to the Finalizer!

Title: Welcome to the Finalizer!

Words: 3675

Summary: You are Hux’s wife and have two children together, they’re copying Phasma and Ren, you’re fed up with the rivalry between your husband and Ren and you really should learn to reveal your secrets properly.

Warnings: Fluff! Phasma and Reader are bros in this. Matt the Radar Technician makes an appearance!

Thanks to the brilliant @elenawrit who was my inspiration in this!!!

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BEYONCE - LEMONADE (POEM)

Intuition

I tried to make a home outta you.
But doors lead to trapdoors. A stairway leads to nothing.
Unknown women wander the hallways at night.
Where do you go when you go quiet?
You remind me of my father, a magician. Able to exist in two places at once.
In the tradition of men in my blood you come home at 3AM and lie to me.
What are you hiding? The past, and the future merge to meet us here.
What luck. What a fucking curse.


Denial

I tried to change.
Closed my mouth more.
Tried to be soft, prettier.
Less…awake.

Fasted for 60 days. 
Wore white.
Abstained from mirrors.
Abstained from sex.
Slowly did not speak another word.

In that time my hair grew past my ankles. 
I slept on a mat on the floor. 
I swallowed a sword.
I levitated… into the basement, I confessed my sins and was baptized in a river.
Got on my knees and said, “Amen.” And said I mean. I whipped my own back and asked for dominion at your feet.
I threw myself into a volcano.
I drank the blood and drank the wine.
I sat alone and begged and bent at the waist for God.
I crossed myself and thought… I saw the devil.
I grew thickened skin on my feet.
I bathed…in bleach and plugged my menses with pages from the Holy Book.
But still inside me coiled deep was the need to know. 
Are you cheating? Are you cheating on me?


Anger

If this what you truly want.
I can wear her skin…over mine.
Her hair, over mine.
Her hands as gloves.
Her teeth as confetti.
Her scalp, a cap. 
Her sternum, my bedazzled cane.
We can pose for a photograph. 
All three of us, immortalized. 
You and your perfect girl.

I don’t know when love became elusive. 
What I know is no one I know has it.
My father’s arms around my mother’s neck. 
Fruit too ripe to eat.

I think of lovers as trees…
…growing to and from one another.
Searching for the same light.
Why can’t you see me? Why can’t you see me? (Why can’t you) Why can’t you see me? Everyone else can.


Apathy

So what are you gonna say at my funeral now that you’ve killed me?

Here lies the body of the love of my life, whose heart I broke without a gun to my head. Here lies the mother of my children both living and dead. Rest in peace, my true love, who I took for granted, most bomb pussy, who because of me, sleep evaded. Her shroud is loneliness.

Her God was listening.
Her heaven would be a love without betrayal.
Ashes to ashes…dust to side chicks.


Emptiness

She sleeps all day…dreams of you in both worlds.

Tills the blood in and out of uterus. Wakes up smelling of zinc.
Grief, sedated by orgasm.
Orgasm heightened by grief.
God was in the room when the man said to the woman, “I love you so much. Wrap your legs around me and pull me in, pull me in, pull me in.” 
Sometimes when he’d have her nipple in his mouth, she’d whisper, “Oh my God.” That, too, is a form of worship.
Her hips grind pestle and mortar, cinnamon and cloves, whenever he pulls out.

Loss. 
Dear moon, we blame you for floods…for the flush of blood…for men who are also wolves. We blame you for the night, for the dark, for the ghosts.

Every fear…
Every nightmare…anyone has ever had.


Accountability

You find the black tube inside her beauty case.
Where she keeps your father’s old prison letters. 
You desperately want to look like her.
You look nothing like your mother.
You look everything like your mother.
Film star, beauty.
How to wear your mother’s lipstick.
You go to the bathroom to apply the lipstick.
Somewhere no one can find you.
You must wear it like she wears disappointment on her face.
Your mother is a woman.
And women like her can not be contained.

Mother dearest, let me inherit the Earth.
Teach me how to make him beg. 
Let me make up for the years he made you wait.
Did he bend your reflection?
Did he make you forget your own name?
Did he convince you he was a God?
Did you get on your knees daily?
Do his eyes close like doors? 
Are you a slave to the back of his head?
Am I talking about your husband or your father?


Reformation

He bathes me…
…until I forget their names…and faces.
I ask him to look me in the eye when I come…home.
Why do you deny yourself heaven?
Why do you consider yourself undeserving?
Why are you afraid of love? You think it’s not possible for someone like you.
But you are the love of my life…love of my life…the love of my life…the love of my life.


Forgiveness

Baptize me…
…now that reconciliation is possible.
If we’re gonna heal, let it be glorious.
One thousand girls raise their arms.

Do you remember being born?

Are you thankful?
Are the hips that cracked…
…the deep velvet of your mother…
…and her mother…
…and her mother?
There is a curse that will be broken.


Resurrection

You are terrifying…
…and strange…
…and beautiful.


Hope

The nail technician pushes my cuticles back…
…turns my hand over, stretches the skin on my palm and says:
“I see your daughters, and their daughters.”
That night in a dream the first girl emerges from a slit in my stomach.
The scar heals into a smile. 
The man I love pulls the stitches out with his fingernails.
We leave black sutures curling on the side of the bath.
I wake as the second girl crawls headfirst up my throat.
A flower blossoming out of the hole in my face.


Redemption

Take one pint of water, add a half pound of sugar, the juice of eight lemons…
…the zest of half lemon.
Pour the water from one jug, then into the other, several times.
Strain through a clean napkin.

Grandmother, the alchemist.
You spun gold out of this hard life.
Conjured beauty from the things left behind.
Found healing where it did not live.
Discovered the antidote in your own kitchen.
Broke the curse with your own two hands.
You passed these instructions down to your daughter.
Who then passed it down to her daughter.

My grandma said, nothing real can be threatened.
True love brought salvation back into me.
With every tear came redemption.
And my torturer became my remedy.

So we’re gonna heal, we’re gonna start again. 
You’ve brought the orchestra.
Synchronized swimmers, you are the magician. 
Pull me back together again the way you cut me in half.
Make the woman in doubt disappear.
Pull the sorrow from between my legs like silk, knot after knot after knot.
The audience applauds…
…but we can’t hear them.

you sure look good to me.

Bellamy loves everything about Clarke. Some parts more than others.

(or, the one where Bellamy really loves Clarke’s breast because, duh.)

He surely, definitely, entirely hates those kids. Seriously, which person in their right mind would just go and improvise a tree-climbing contest of all things? Those kids, that’s who, and Bellamy is so fucking done with them sometimes he just wants to pretend they don’t even exist and go on with his own life, away from the responsibilities and scraped knees and fucking stupid kids with an ego complex. (He loves them.)

He throws a glare Miller’s way, who shrugs helplessly because of course it’s not his fault, Miller is clever enough not to climb trees for sport, but Miller is also the only one in the vicinity right now so he gets the intensity of Bellamy’s glare. He’ll feel bad about it later. Probably. Anyway, he glares at the world as he makes his way through the camp, and people knows better than to stand in his way, carefully stepping back when they see him coming. Good, he thinks as he puts his hands in the pockets of his pants not to start punching something. Or someone.

And okay, maybe he’s not as pissed as he is worried because – fuck, those kids will be the death of him one day and after everything, after all the shit they went through from the moment they step foot on earth, he can’t stand to see them hurt. Even if they brought it on themselves this time, they’re still hurt from falling down the fucking trees. His heart beats a little too fast and his blood still run cold in his veins and he’s pretty sure this is what having a heart attack feels like. Or something.

“Clarke,” he calls out as he nears her tent, opens the flap without a second though. “You need to–”

His words die at the back of his throat and – fuck.

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Beyoncé’s Lemonade Monologue

Intuition

I tried to make a home out of you, but doors lead to trap doors, a stairway leads to nothing. Unknown women wander the hallways at night. Where do you go when you go quiet? You remind me of my father, a magician…able to exist in two places at once. In the tradition of men in my blood, you come home at 3a.m. and lie to me. What are you hiding? The past and the future merge to meet us here. What luck. What a fucking curse. 

Denial

I tried to change. Closed my mouth more, tried to be softer, prettier, less awake. Fasted for sixty days, wore white, abstained from mirrors, abstained from sex, slowly did not speak another word. In that time, my hair, I grew past my ankles. I slept on a mat on the floor. I swallowed a sword. I levitated. Went to the basement, confessed my sins, and was baptized in a river. I got on my knees and said “amen” and said “I mean”. I whipped my own back and asked for dominion at your feet. I threw myself into a volcano. I drank the blood and drank the wine. I sat alone and begged and bent at the waist of God. I crossed myself and thought I saw the devil. I grew thickened skin on my feet, I bathed in bleach, and plugged my menses with pages from the holy book, but still inside me, coiled deep, was the need to know…are you cheating on me?

Anger

If it’s what you truly want, I can wear her skin over mine. Her hair over mine. Her hands as gloves. Her teeth as confetti. Her scalp, a cap. Her sternum, my bedazzled cane. We can pose for a photograph, all three of us. Immortalized…you and your perfect girl. I don’t know when love became elusive. What I know is, no one I know has it. My father’s arms wrapped around my mother’s neck, fruit too ripe to eat. I think of lovers as trees, growing to and from one another. Searching for the same light. Why can’t you see me? Everyone else can.

Apathy

So what are you gonna say at my funeral now that you’ve killed me? Here lies the body of the love of my life, whose heart I broke without a gun to my head. Here lies the mother of my children, both living and dead. Rest in peace, my true love, who I took for granted. Most bomb pussy who, because of me, sleep evaded. Her god listening. Her heaven will be a love without betrayal. Ashes to ashes, dust to side chicks.

Emptiness

She sleeps all day. Dreams of you in both worlds. Tills the blood, in and out of uterus. Wakes up smelling of zinc. Grief sedated by orgasm, orgasm heightened by grief. God was in the room when the man said to the women, “I love you so much. Wrap your legs around me. Pull me in.” Sometimes when he’d have her nipple in his mouth, she’d whisper, “Oh, my God.” That, too, is a form of worship. Her hips grind, pestle and mortar, cinnamon and cloves. Whenever he pulls out…loss. Dear moon, we blame you for floods…for the flush of blood…for men who are also wolves. We blame for the night for the dark, for the ghosts.

Loss

Every fear…every nightmare…anyone has ever had.

Accountability

You find the black tube inside her beauty case where she keeps your father’s old prison letters. You desperately want to look like her. You look nothing like your mother. You look everything like your mother. Film star beauty. How to wear your mother’s lipstick. You go to the bathroom to apply your mother’s lipstick. Somewhere no one can find you. You must wear it like she wears disappointment on her face. Your mother is a woman and women like her cannot be contained. Mother dearest, let me inherit the earth. Teach me how to make him beg. Let me make up for the years he made you wait. Did he bend your reflection? Did he make you forget you own name? Did he convince you he was a god? Did you get on your knees daily? Do his eyes close like doors? Are you a slave to the back of his head? Am I talking about your husband, or your father? 

Reformation

He bathes me until I forget their names and faces. I ask him to look me in the eye when I come home. Why do you deny yourself heaven? Why do you consider yourself undeserving? Why are you afraid of love? You think it’s not possible for someone like you. But you are the love of my life. 

Forgiveness

Baptize me now that reconciliation is possible. If we’re gonna heal, let it be glorious. One thousand girls raise their arms. Do you remember being born? Are you thankful for the hips that cracked? The deep velvet of your mother, and her mother, and her mother? There is a curse that will be broken.

Resurrection

Something is missing. So many young women, they tell you, “I want me a hu- see, all of them make me feel better than you.” So how are we supposed to lead our children to the future? What do we do? How do we lead them? Love. L-O-V-E, love. Mmm-mm-mm. Hallelujah. Thank you, Jesus. I just love the Lord. I’m sorry, brother. I love the Lord. That’s all I got. When your back gets against the wall and your wall against your back, who you call? Hey! Who you call? Who you call? You gotta call Him. You gotta call Jesus. You gotta call him. You gotta call Him ‘cause you ain’t got another hope. You are terrifying…and strange…and beautiful. Magic.

Hope

The nail technician pushed my cuticles back and turns my hand over, stretches the skin on my palm and says, “I see your daughters and their daughters.” That night in a dream, the first girl emerges from a slit in my stomach. The scar heals into a smile. The man I love pulls the stitches out with his fingernails. We leave black sutures curling on the side of the bath. I wake as the second girl crawls headfirst up my throat, a flower blossoming out of the hole in my face.

Redemption

Take one pint of water, add a half pound of sugar, the juice of eight lemons, the zest of half a lemon. Pour the water from one jug then into the other several times. Strain through a clean napkin. Grandmother, the alchemist, you spun gold out of this hard life, conjured beauty from the things left behind. Found healing where it did not live. Discovered the antidote in your own kit. Broke the curse with your own two hands. You passed these instructions down to your daughter who then passed it down to her daughter. “I had my ups and downs, but I always find the inner strength to pull myself up. I was served lemons, but I made lemonade.” My grandmother said, “Nothing real can be threatened. True love brought salvation back into me. With every tear came redemption, and my torturer became my remedy.” So we’re gonna heal. We’re gonna start again. You’ve brought the orchestra, synchronized swimmers. You’re the magician. Pull me back together again, the way you cut me in half. Make the woman in doubt disappear. Pull the sorrow from between my legs like silk. Knot after know after knot. The audience applauds…but we can’t hear them.

Chabashira Tenko discourse

Excuse this long ass post here but I have to vent on certain topics.

Don’t worry I’m not gonna hate on someone’s opinion or judge an opinion as I know people might think different about some stuff then I do, but I’m just surprised some are already pretty biased and prejudicial about a few things which honestly isn’t nessassery and also a little bit distracting considering the game isn’t out yet.

As said, people can disagree on this and I’m happy we have different opinions, so we can disscuss about several topics. But what bugs me is that a bunch of people are already hating on a certain NDRV3 girl with no real reason or are just jumping onto the hate-train without having further knowledge about that certain girl and it makes me a little sad she receives so much hate when she’s actually a well-designed character just like the rest of the cast.

To be honest, I would just like to write down my opinion about Chabashira Tenko and don’t worry, I’m not gonna attack or talk down the people who dislike her already – as I know some might have their own reasons for it or maybe just find her unappealing – but I feel like I must get this off my chest, especially because I do in fact like her and at this point I feel like I should explain why I think she is not as bad as most of the people are making her seem to be.

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Bad Things

Dean x Reader

Here is my third request! This kind of took on a life of it’s own, so I apologize if it’s too long. As always, please like, reblog, and send all the feedback you’d like. I appreciate you taking the time to read it! Feel free to send me your requests, as they are NOW OPEN. If you like this one, there may be a sequel. *wink wink* xo kait 

Here’s what I was listening to while writing this (it helps set the mood):
Bad Things - Jace Everett
Halestorm - I Get Off

Word Count: Somewhere around 3,000

Based on a request by @dragonkittyReader has been stuck in the bunker with Dean while Sam does recon. The two have begun a silent flirting competition to see who breaks first. They both do. Lots of smut. All the smut.

Warnings: SMUT. So much smut. Basically, if you’re not into porn, don’t read. Also, language.

Prologue:

He’s exquisite. Everything a man should be. Gorgeous green eyes, a perfect smile, and a delicious body you want to lick every inch of. Can we also just talk about his lips? All you can do when he talks to you, is imagine them kissing your most intimate parts. Every time he looks at you, your insides dance. When he smiles at you, the crinkles around his eyes make your knees weak. Not to mention whenever you’re in the same room as him, you can’t stop imagining him inside you, filling you to the brink. You can’t take it anymore. No more hiding it.Tonight will be the night you make your first move.

She’s gorgeous. A serious work of art. Her curves are perfect and soft, and all I can think about are running my hands over every inch of her. Her hair smells like peaches and her laugh makes my dick stand as hard as a rock. I want to run my hands through her hair and kiss those beautiful lips. Kiss her soft skin. Whenever she’s anywhere near me, I just want to bend her over and fuck her senseless. That’s it. No more fantasizing about it. Tonight will be the night I make my first move. Tonight…she will be mine.


Originally posted by jiliakaart

You had been cooped up in the bunker with Dean for almost a month now, and everyday seemed to get worse and worse. You couldn’t be in the same room with him without wanting to jump his bones.

He was gorgeous. There’s really no other word that would do him justice. He had light brown hair, cut close, but always with those delicious short spikes on top, that you wanted to run your fingers through. His eyes were green, and could pierce anyone’s soul if you were to look in them long enough. He was tall, about 6'1 and his legs bowed in so adorably, you couldn’t help but stare when he walked around the bunker. His lips, were supple and totally kissable. He had this way of licking them when he was frustrated or thinking, that drove you fucking crazy.

Sam left for a recon mission about an hour earlier. That means it was only you and Dean in the bunker. Alone. He had a subtle way of flirting with you over the past month, but nothing had ever come of it. You couldn’t tell if he was being cute, or if he really wanted to fuck your brains out as much as you wanted to drop your pants and give it to him willingly.

“Y/N?” A gravely voice broke you from your dirty thoughts. Dean stared at you quizzically from across the table. “Back to Earth, sweetheart. We have some research to do.”

Of course, research. Always research. When you became a hunter, you never thought there’d be so much damn research.

You page lazily through the old leather book in front of you, looking for a way to rid Cas of his rabid plague. You were barefoot in the bunker, and your feet were freezing. Your feet absentmindedly drifted towards Dean, and bumped his. You jumped, and looked up at him. His green eyes were staring back at you, and a sly smile was spread across his face.

“Playing footsie under the table? That counts as flirting where I’m from, Y/N.” He laughed, and continued to skim through the book that was in front of him.

You ran your fingers through your hair, and placed your hands on the table, stretching.

“I’m gonna get a beer,” you say, getting up from the hard wooden chair. “Do you want one?”

Dean looks up at you from his reading, and smiles again in that sexy side way.

“Yes, please.”

His eyes continue to hold your gaze, until you awkwardly turn away and walk towards the kitchen. You swear you can still feel his eyes boring into your back as you walk away. Goosebumps rise on your arms.

You open the refrigerator door, and grab two beers. If he’s flirting with you like this, and Sam isn’t home, maybe now is the time to make your move.

He’s a man. Most men can’t resist the temptation when it’s in front of them. But will it make it awkward for you both in the future? You do live with the man after all.

You close the refrigerator door, and turn to walk back to the study, when you almost bump right into the man himself. He’s so close to you, you can smell his shampoo. Dean takes the beer out of your hand, grazing it ever so slightly in the process.

“Thank you, Y/N.” he says, his eyes looking deep into yours. This man likes direct eye contact, and it makes you uncomfortable. But, not in a bad way. His eyes are heavy lidded and you can see the lust in them. Unless that’s just your hormones taking over.

“You-You’re welcome.” you choke out, taking a sip of your beer. He mimics you and takes a sip of his, still standing the same distance from you, blocking your way from going back to the study.

“Yanno,” he says, leaning against the near by counter top. “I can’t help but notice the way you’ve been looking at me lately.” He takes another sip of his beer, waiting for your answer.

I’m sorry? Did he just acknowledge he knows you’ve been staring at him? Be strong, Y/N. This is what you’ve been waiting for. FLIRT BACK.

“Sorry,” you say, gripping your beer bottle so tight your knuckles are white. “When someone as good looking as you is in my presence, I can’t help but stare.” Good. Good for you, Y/N. Way to keep it subtle.

Dean doesn’t seem to mind. In fact he throws his head back and laughs. This irritates you a bit.

“Excuse me,” you say, your feelings a bit damaged. “And why are you laughing?”

Dean sets his bottle on the counter top and walks towards you again. He’s even closer now, so close you can see every freckle on his beautiful face.

“You’re feisty, Y/N. Bold. It’s what I love in a woman.”

You gulp hard, and he sees it. That sly smile that drives you crazy, spreads across his face once more.

“In fact,” he says, running his large calloused hand down your bare arm. “I have to admit, I’ve been staring at you too.”

Oh sweet Jesus. Your arm is covered in goosebumps where his hand is placed. Your stomach is doing flip flops.

“Is that so?” you say, hoping you sound confident and sexy, not like the mumbled mess your brain is currently in. “And do you like what you see?”

Dean moves his arm up to cup your chin, tilting your head up so your eyes meet his perfectly. He speaks, and you can feel his sweet breath on your face.

“I absolutely fucking do. I want to do the dirtiest things to you I possibly can.”

You inhale sharply, and before you can speak, his beautiful lips are on yours. Pops of white appear in your vision, and it’s ultimate bliss. Exactly what you’ve been hoping for.

He sucks your bottom lip into his mouth, and nibbles on it, sending shocks through your system. His hand is in your hair now, giving him control of your head and better access to your mouth.

Dean’s tongue pokes at your lips, asking for an invitation inside. You oblige, and your tongues dance in perfect unison. His mouth tastes like beer, and peppermint toothpaste. He smells like man, clean and fucking masculine. Your panties are already soaking wet, and he hasn’t even touched you yet.

In one swift motion, he lifts you up, his big hands cupping your ass. He places you gently on the counter top, before attacking your neck in wet kisses.

You throw your head back, and let him devour you. You run your finger tips through his spiky hair, and it’s surprisingly soft.

He breaks away from kissing your neck, his eyes overflowing with lust now. Dean looks you right in your eyes, his green ones making your stomach clench.

“Let me fuck you, Y/N.” His tone is gravely, and sexy as fuck. You run your finger tips along his jaw, before nodding your head slightly.

Dean takes your top off in one swift motion, and unhooks your bra before throwing the garments to the kitchen floor. Your breasts hang free, and he bites his lip, taking in the sight of you. A low growl emits from deep in his throat. Your heart is beating so hard, you’re surprised it’s not pounding out of your chest.

He takes one of your breasts in his mouth, capturing the nipple in between his lips. The mixture of his warm mouth and the cold air of the bunker makes you gasp in ecstasy. Dean flicks his tongue across your nipple, pinching the other in between his fingers. You wriggle underneath him, desperate for his hands in other places.

Dean sees your need, and breaks free of the attention on your nipple. He plants a soft kiss on your lips, before kissing a trail down your bare stomach.

He steps back a bit, never breaking eye contact with you, and takes his shirt off. His abs are more defined in the dim light of the bunker’s kitchen, and you’re practically salivating. You notice that his freckles not only trace his face, but also his shoulders and chest too. You also notice his tattoo for the first time.

You reach for him and pull him closer, kissing every freckle on his shoulders, tracing his tattoo with your tongue. Low moans escape him, and his hands draw circles on your bare back.

“Lie back.” he demands, and you do, the cold counter top making you shiver.

Dean unbuttons your jeans, all the while kissing your stomach. He slides them down your legs, and throws them with the rest of your clothes. He kisses a trail from your ankle, all the way to your inner thigh. He’s so close to your sex that you want to cry out. Your hands are in his hair, tugging with need.

He rubs his nose along your underwear, so close to your clit. Dean can feel the wetness through your panties and smiles up at you. The look of his face between your legs is almost too much to bear.

Dean hooks his fingers on both sides of your panties, and slides them effortlessly down your legs. It’s mere seconds before he’s back kissing your thighs, nibbling them, gripping them with his strong hands.

“What do you want me to do to you?” he says, inches away from your sweet spot. “Tell me, Y/N.” You can feel his breath on you, and it makes you writhe on the table.

“Taste me…please, Dean,” you practically beg him.

Before you can even gather your thoughts, his mouth is on your clit. He licks it in delicious circles, finding every spot that drives you wild. After he’s done with this relentless torture, he takes your clit in his warm mouth and sucks lightly. Your back arches off the table in ecstasy.

Dean sticks one thick finger inside you in a ‘come here’ motion, while continuing his exquisite attack on your most sensitive part. Your hands are in his hair, pulling him closer. Your release is so close, you can feel it building in your stomach.

“D-Dean, oh my God. I’m so close,” you choke out, your vision starting to blur.

He stops his torture for mere seconds and whispers, “Come in my mouth, Y/N.”

That’s all it takes and you’re coming, hard. Your body shakes and convulses as your mind clouds with pleasure.

Dean kisses your inner thighs, and then a trail up to your mouth. You can taste your sweetness on his tongue and it drives you practically mad. You need to touch him, and now.

You run your fingers along his abs, feeling the tight muscles underneath. You hop down from the counter top and kneel in front of him. You unbutton his jeans, running your hand along the bulge that has formed inside them.

You wriggle his jeans down his legs, along with his boxer briefs, wasting no time. He’s huge, and your eyes grow wide, as his cock stands at perfect, hard attention in front of you. He growls in his throat, as you wrap your hand around his thickness.

You put your mouth onto the tip of his cock, and trace circles with your tongue. You put more of him in your mouth and suck, making him twitch, his hands in your hair, guiding you.

Originally posted by staysassycassie


You continue this for a while, feeling his cock grow hard in your mouth, and at your touch. Soon, he’s lifting you up and taking you to his bedroom nearby. His hands are gripping your ass, squeezing.

Dean kisses you hard, before gently placing you on the bed, on your back. He hovers over you, drinking you in with his gorgeous green eyes.

“I’m going to fuck you. So hard,” he growls, rubbing the tip of his cock against your entrance, bumping your clit along every travel. You wiggle underneath him, yearning for him to fill you.

“P-Please, Dean,” you beg. “Put your cock inside me.”

He kisses you swiftly, before easing his girth inside you. He stretches you, and it feels amazing. Nothing you can even try to describe. Dean lets out a low moan, as he settles inside of you. Your legs are wrapped around his waist, his hands cupping your ample breasts.

“You’re so wet for me, Y/N.” he breathes in your ear, quickening his pace. He relentlessly hits your sweet spot, over and over, making you climb higher and higher. Your nails scratching his back, leaving red marks in their wake.

You can’t hold it back anymore and your orgasm takes over, making you moan louder and louder, as he slams into you. The sounds of your pleasure make Dean’s breath quicken, and you can tell he’s close.

“Come inside me,” you whisper in his ear, and that’s all he needs. He releases, crying out, the sexiest sound you’ve ever heard. You can feel his hard cock twitching inside you, and he slumps on your chest, defeated.

Dean rolls over and runs a hand through his hair. He wraps his legs in yours and you both lay there, silently entwined.

Originally posted by cassywinchestertheangel


It’s mere minutes before you can hear Dean silently snoring. That’s when you remember…

You didn’t take your birth control pill today.

Lucy goes to the EXO’luXion [dot]!

For anybody who hadn’t heard me go on about this for the past 6 weeks (I do apologise, I was just super excited), I went to Seoul for two of the EXO’luXion [dot] concerts!! So, here’s a post documenting the experience for any international fans that would like to go at some point or are curious about how it was. Oh, and my bias list is a mess, but I’ll explain all of that in this post.

As an added note, I purchased the EXO’luXion Global Package from SM, so any questions about that, feel free to message me.   

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