he needs a woman

he’s the beauty; she’s the beast

so i’m sure the remake of a timeless classic that disney is about to roll out is going to be great and all

but here’s another way we could do things:

he’s the beauty

she’s the beast

for a movie who’s central theme is inner beauty, it doesn’t really do anything to support that, you know? so how about this: adam, our prince turned beast, isn’t an inhospitable monster. because this back story doesn’t make any sense – why is the young prince of this land alone, in a castle, only to be caught unaware by a witch?

so how about this – this is pseudo france, right, so these royals do what their real life counterparts did. they flee. the cruel, greedy king and queen flee and leave their young son behind with their staff. their son who is kind and soft hearted and totally unfit to rule any kingdom (never mind that they’re literally running away from their own people). not only that – they trade their son for their freedom, trade their kingdom for their freedom. to the witch.

so the witch comes, and she doesn’t disguise herself as a crone, goes to him looking as lovely and young as her magic keeps her. but our prince adam has a talent, one many cast-aside, neglected children have developed – the ability to see people for who they really are, and he knows this is no kind young woman in need of his help. he refuses to let her in – and there’s this little twist to the magic, that she can only enter the palace grounds and claim her prize if she’s welcomed in a as a guest, and he, the young master of this castle, won’t let her in.

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Guys My Age (2)

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Words: 4K

Warnings: SMUT. NSFW gifs. 

Summary: You’re playing truth or dare with the Avengers when Nat asks you when the last time you got laid was  and Sam dares you to pick a song that perfectly grasps why you haven’t had sex in so long.

A/N: Enjoy the smot. And please use protection people. Better safe than surprised. I think this is dirtiest fic I’ve written so far.

Permanent tag list: @meganlane84

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Something that really pisses me off lately.

Internet-based ‘journalists’ (aka bloggers) are obsessed with their preconceived notion that Zack Snyder is a terrible filmmaker and that Joss Whedon is a phenomenally better director. Any news of JL related to Joss Whedon, they jump to their feet and enthusiastically tell their readers every three days how Zack’s involvement is weakening and how that’s making the film better, starting only after a week when it was told that Zack’s daughter had committed suicide.

“But all these people are trying to do is to report the truth so it’s wrong to assume that they have a bias against Zack Snyder?” When Zack Snyder is credited first for writing the story of Wonder Woman and has produced the movie along with his wife, no-one bats an eye. But when Joss Whedon writes additional scenes for Justice League, it’s no longer Zack Snyder’s film, it’s Whedon’s. These people claim that Patty Jenkins has “saved” the DCEU because “thank God Zack Snyder wasn’t involved.” It’s as if they’re desperate to prove that Zack Snyder is incapable of doing anything good and therefore the less he’s involved, the better.

Increasingly I am disgusted with the way the media treats Zack Snyder. Remember when he made a fan-made trailer mashing BvS and Star Wars? Despite it being fan made, people again lost their minds at how it “proved Zack Snyder’s bad at everything”, or that he’s a lazy director because he’s wasting his time making unnecessary trailers. They seem to have forgotten that Zack Snyder is just a human, working day and night to accomplish his vision, making films because that’s just basically what he loves doing. It’s absolutely mortifying to watch these people tear a human being apart, even after they have all read what Zack had to say about them:

“Here’s the thing, I never planned to make this public. I thought it would just be in the family, a private matter, our private sorrow that we would deal with. When it became obvious that I need to take a break, I knew there would be narratives created on the internet. They’ll do what they do. The truth is … I’m past caring about that kind of thing now.”

Have they learned nothing? Maybe if it weren’t for their attention-seeking asses and vitriolic hatred they publicly showed for Zack Snyder, he wouldn’t have had to let people know that such a tragedy had occurred. Maybe he would have been able to grieve privately with his family in peace. But no, he was aware that bloggers would be excited that he’s leaving, so he had to let them know to shut their greedy mouths. How messed up is the Internet? Just after sharing their condolences closely followed by “I don’t like his films, but”, they didn’t hesitate to discredit his work on Wonder Woman, claiming that “it’s about time that Zack Snyder left the DCEU.”

How to help Joss Whedon write better scripts:

1. Tell him all the characters are male, even if they’re not.
2. Once he’s done writing, have an editor go in and add an “s” in front of “he” on the female characters. Congrats, now you have women that are written as well as the men.
3. If there are any scenes where the men oogle a woman, replace it with a scene where they oogle a cheeseburger.
4. If there are any scenes where a female character’s past bisexual experiences are used for a male character’s titillation, replace that with actually having her girlfriend here on screen participating in the plot, or at least a scene where she hands her gf a bagged lunch and hugs her before she goes off on adventure

Costar || K.A.

Originally posted by kevinkeller

Word Count: 1536

Pairing: Kj x reader

Summary: You’re are nervous for an upcoming sex scene with Kj, so he invites you to his trailer to help calm your nerves.

Warnings: sex, blowjobs, cussing, sex in a trailer

Requested: nope

Part 1 (Ross’s part) || Part 3 (Cole’s part)


It was just another day, and you were going into work as usual, but today you were extremely nervous. You had been cast in the new show “Riverdale” on the CW. You were to play Mercy Hamburg, a sweet cheerleader who has the biggest crush on the boy next door, Archie Andrews. Archie was clueless to Mercy’s love for him since they had been friends all their lives, and he only saw Mercy as that—friends.

You had never been in front of the camera before. You had been a director’s assistant for a couple of years now. It was just recently that you decided to change it up, and start auditioning for parts. When you auditioned for the part in Riverdale, you felt that you killed it. But as the weeks went by and you didn’t get a call, you started to get nervous. After weeks of waiting, your manager called you and gave you the good news that you had landed the role.

You had bonded with the cast and became best friends quickly. Everyone was so funny and comfortable to be around. You especially clicked with Kj. His contagious laugh made bubbles form in your stomach. Your character wasn’t the only one catching feeling for a certain auburn haired boy. You knew how unprofessional it was to have a crush on one of your coworkers, so you pushed all the butterflies aside. You tried not to think about his pink lips and how his muscular arms would feel wrapped around your waist.

It didn’t help that your character was in love with his. Whenever you had to look into his eyes or comfort him, you would get this feeling in your stomach that you couldn’t control. Your cheeks would blush when his character would say something sweet to yours. You just blamed it on your acting, the director even complimented you on how well you played a girl in love with a boy that doesn’t love her back.

Today you were more nervous than you usually were when you had to film with Kj. You had to film a sex scene with him today. Of course, you weren’t going to go all the way, but you did have to make-out heavily and undress each other. Even if you filmed the scene with someone other than Kj, you would still feel anxious. You had never kissed someone you weren’t romantically involved with. You weren’t the type of girl who went out to parties and slept around.

Kj knew this so he sent you a text saying to meet him in his trailer before your call time. So that’s exactly what you did after you arrived at the studio. You walked into his trailer which was unlocked and saw him sitting on the love sac in the corner of the room. You walked in and smiled at him as you sat down on the couch across from him.

“Hey, how are you feeling about our scene today?” Kj inquired as he held eye contact with you.

“To be honest, I’m really nervous. I’ve never kissed anyone on camera before especially someone I met like a month ago.” You confessed while bouncing your foot up and down, a nervous habit you have.

“Come over here and sit by me and we can get to know each other better.” Kj scooted over to make room, but no matter how far he did, you were going to have to basically sit on his lap.

You got up and went over to sit down and your legs entangled with his. He put his hand on your thigh and looked at your lips for just a second before flicking up to your eyes.

“How about we make ourselves more acquainted with each other?” Kj whispered with playfulness laced in his words as he rubbed his hand up and down your thigh.

You giggled and looked down at his hand for a second before looking up at his face while you bit your lip, “How do we suppose we do that?”

“Like this,” Kj stated before he put his hand on your cheek and brought his lips to yours. You leaned into the kiss as you kissed back and wrapped your fingers into his hair. The kiss had a sense of urgency to it as Kj’s tongue explored your mouth.

Kj moved his hands to your hips as he guided you to sit on his lap. The butterflies in your stomach had flown away and were replaced with a sense of need. You started to grind your center over his and he let a groan out.

“Fuck, keep doing that.” He grunted as he pressed his fingertips into your hips to guide them to move over his.

You tugged at the bottom of his shirt needing there to be fewer clothes separating the two of you. He pulled off his shirt with one swift movement and threw it to the floor.

You ran your lips over his newly exposed skin, stopping at the base of his neck. You focused all your attention to this spot because when you sucked, Kj let out a loud moan.

Kj stopped you before you left a mark by sliding your shirt over your head and throwing it over to pile on the floor. He hummed in response in seeing your boobs in a black lace bra.

He brought you closer to him and started to kiss down your body while grinding his hips up into your core. You could feel a knot start to form in the pit of your stomach and you moaned out his name.

Kj unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down around his ankles. You sat up and rubbed him over his underwear. He was already starting to get hard so you pressed down a little harder and Kj let out a deep groan, “If you continue this, I’m going to come in my pants.”

You slipped down off the love sac onto your knees in between Kj’s legs and pulled down his underwear. His shaft sprang up and hit his stomach, “Mhm someone is excited,” you said with a smirk as he wriggled underneath your touch.

You took him into your hand and started to swipe up and down. You then took his head into your mouth and paid special attention to it. You flicked your tongue on the backside of his shaft where the bundle of nerves was.

Kj arched his back and took your hair into a make-shift ponytail while letting out a deep moan, “Yes baby girl just like that.”

You started to slide your mouth down, taking more of him into your mouth. He hit the back your throat and you started to gag, but Kj held you down by your hair for a couple of seconds more before lifting you up. You then licked up his shaft and encompassing his head in your mouth again.

Kj sudden pull you up off him and into his lap, “I want to come inside you,” He mumbled as he pulled down your shorts.

He pulled your underwear to the side and lined up himself with you. He went slowly as he filled you up. You let out a loud groan as he stretched you out, and he let you adjust before guiding your hips up and down on top of him.

You started to slowly move back and forth, getting used to his generous size. Your clit was being pressed against his abdomen making your head spin.

He started to moan when you finally adjusted and started to bounce faster. He began to thrust up into your core. You moaned his name with a few profanities as the knot in your stomach tightened.

“Kj, fuck, I’m about to come,” You grunted as he continued thrust relentlessly into your cunt.

“Hold it,” Kj commanded with a deep voice as he pounded into you. You didn’t think you could hold it much longer.

“I can’t, fuck, please let me come,” You begged as you opened your eyes to see Kj staring up at you. This sent him over the edge. You felt his load force its way into you and the ripple effect caused you to also release and break into an overwhelming orgasm.

As Kj’s thrusts slowed down, he let you ride out your orgasm while he stared up in awe at your sweat covered face. He slowly pulled out of you and laid you beside him.

“Do you think you will be comfortable now when we film our scene?” He asked with a smug tone after you had composed your ragged breathing.

“No, because I’m going to be horny the whole time,” You laughed as you turned on your side to face him.

“Well, then that just means we’ll have to meet in my trailer again after.”

“I guess so.” You started to get up and get dressed as you heard a knock at the door. You started to panic, but Kj went to the door and the woman outside said he was needed on set. He quickly dismissed her as he turned around to you.

“Ready to go film?” He asked with a smirk on his face.

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things Matt Murdock is when trying to be what Foggy and Karen (and apparently an audience that doesn’t understand Elektra) want him to be:

  • toxic aka shady as shit - his relationship with these two goes down hill when Foggy learns of his secret identity and with Karen when he continues to lie about said secret identity. neither of these things are from Elektra manipulating him. in fact, when he does tell Karen, she pretty much rejects him and then Foggy and her treat Matt as a recovering addict (which, in all fairness, he is. adrenaline much? he “needs this” (DD S2)). let’s also remember that he didn’t name himself Daredevil. he was running around beating people up as just ol’ Matt Murdock in all black and a scarf long before he donned the suit.

things Matt Murdock is:

  • a lawyer
  • a guy that enjoys beating the shit out of criminals
  • completely 100% not ‘normal’
  • The Man Without Fear - this is a big part of Daredevil’s (the name, ffs) character. he has a side to him that loves the rush, the excitement, the thrill.
  • religious - also a big part of Daredevil’s character. it’s the side to him that keeps him from killing his enemies, that keeps his morals centered.

people like to bring up Elektra as ‘toxic’ because of her trying to push Matt into killing in the past, into embracing his darker side. people also like to conveniently forget she’s genuinely happy that she failed that mission. that she left him alone. and then, when she comes back to NY and enlists his help (and if you want to say she manipulated him and lost the case and his friends for him, no. just no. Matt’s self righteousness cost him his friends and Frank Castle cost him the case) Elektra abides by his no killing rule. she plays by his rules. until, of course, she slits that boy’s throat and Matt understandably tells her they can’t be together.

then, what people also conveniently forget, is that she again leaves Matt alone. she’s getting on a plane to leave but Stick wants to kill her. Stick, the man that helped shape both Matt and Elektra, makes her choose between running forever looking over her shoulder or killing him. she chooses the later because, of course she does. that’s what she’s been trained to do. that’s her nature. a week with Matt Murdock isn’t going to change that. and then, Matt Murdock willingly interjects himself back into two people’s lives he said he wanted no part of.

Matt Murdock recognizes that Elektra lives the life Stick planned out for her, that had planned for him. Matt Murdock realizes Elektra Natchios wants more in life, but life is literally going to make her fight for it. Matt Murdock also realizes he “needs” to fight. Matt Murdock realizes Daredevil is not a part of Matt Murdock.

Matthew Murdock is Daredevil.

Daredevil, the vigilante who beats the shit out of criminals but still believes in the justice system he works for.

Matthew Murdock, the lawyer who has a light inside him but also a darkness that he needs religion to tame.

the Matthew Murdock that Elektra sees. the woman who doesn’t want to corrupt him, that wants to be good but struggles against her nature and training to be, the woman that would leave him alone. the woman who now not only has to fight her training and conditioning, but this thing called The Black Sky. this beautifully complex character who has the ability to love and be ruthless.

but y’all keep calling my girl toxic.

Imagine your neighbor, Dean Winchester, getting jealous when he sees a guy leave your house in the morning when your parents are gone on a trip.

“Uh who- who was that exactly kiddo?”

You jumped, turning to face your insanely handsome neighbor standing very close “Oh uh” you laughed nervously “Hey Mr Winchester.” you greeted “Uhm just a friend, we were working on a project for college last night and… yeah.” you trailed off.

“Oh friend?” he raised an eyebrow, clearly annoyed if not something else too “Are you sure about that, (Y/n)? Not like I’m gonna tell your parents but bringing boys when they’re gone is kinda- well, you know.” he made a face and you frowned.

“We just had homework to do, I don’t think they would mind it that much.” you shrugged “Why are you asking though?” you couldn’t stop yourself from asking.

“Oh nothing sweetheart.” he flashed you that smile that made you weak on the knees.

“Really, cause if I didn’t know you any better I’d say you sound a little jealous.” you muttered mostly to yourself, eyes casted down but of course he caught it.

“Just curious is all, (Y/n).” he put his hands in his pockets.

“Curious? About what presicely?”

“What would you want with a boy like him when there are men twice his age than certainly know how to give a woman what she needs.” he said with a casual smirk and shrug, not looking at you, as you gaped at him.

“Doubt he even knows how to please you the right way to begin with.” he added, winking at you as your eyes widened and your face warmed up. 

“See ya, princess.” he said as he smoothly walked the road to his own house.

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“On a night like this, a man might believe anything’s possible.”

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MON-EL APPRECIATION WEEK: day 3
favorite heartbreaking / angsty moment

Obi Wan failed as a padawan, because he couldn’t help his master, when he needed him.

Obi Wan failed as a lover, because the woman he loved was killed and he couldn’t do anything about it, but watch.

Obi Wan failed as a jedi council member, because Ahsoka left and he didn’t do anything about it.

Obi Wan failed as a master, because his former padawan turned to the dark side.

Obi Wan failed as a friend, because Padme, the one he was suppoded to protect, died in childbirth, and he wasn’t able to do anything to prevent it.


Understand me well - I’m not saying he was responsible for any of it, but just imagine how he must have felt. I’m sure he blamed himself for the rest of his life.

It seems like too much pain for one human. And somehow he still managed to find the power in him to train Luke. 

Let’s talk about the EOS chapter set during Heir of Fire

No, I don’t want to talk about Remelle. I want to talk about how protective Rowan is, not only of Aelin, but of innocents.

If you haven’t read the story, there’s one part where Rowan’s former lover Remelle suggests that Aelin could warm Benson’s bed (he’s a Fae lord sent by Maeve).

Maeve explicitly told Lord Benson that he could take Aelin to bed if he wanted. That bitch. She didn’t know if Aelin and Rowan had mated yet so she found a way to make Rowan jealous in order to make the bond snap into place. 

But Rowan, beautiful Rowan, who is jealous, because whether he knows it or not, Aelin is his mate, and the thought of her with another “makes his blood boil”, takes the opportunity to make a much different statement: 

If Benson lays one finger on her, he’s going to find himself without his insides. Benson looks twice at her and he dies. He looks twice at any of the females in this fortress and he dies.

HE EXTENDS THE THREAT, IN CASE THAT PIG BENSON GOES AFTER SOMEBODY ELSE. HE MAKES SURE THAT ALL FEMALES IN MISTWARD ARE OFFICIALLY UNDER HIS PROTECTION.

And I think that says a lot about his character. To me, this proves that he is not ‘possessive’ of Aelin. He is very, very protecting. Of everybody. Whether they need his protection or not, he will offer his help. The woman he thought was his mate was slaughtered while pregnant because he had been careless in his protection. Of course he’s going to jump at the throat of everybody who threatens an innocent.

Sure, y’all may point out that he’s also leveled entire cities with Lorcan, but a) even as he regrets it, he admits that the people of those cities were “wicked”, and b) he was ordered to do so by Maeve’s blood oath that he could not go against. 

I guess what I’m trying to say is that Rowan Whitethorn has always had so much potential to be good. To be a genuinely caring person. He only needed to remember what caring about someone felt like. He only needed reminding that he could be good and loyal and loving.

Protégé (M) [Part 7]

Originally posted by jjks

[1] - [2] - [3] - [4] - [5] - [6

Word Count: 17.9k

Warnings: Sexual abuse, violence, degradation, a lot of dark, sad shit.

With each minute that ticked by, displayed by the bright red, digital numbers on the dash, Jungkook began to feel more anxious. They’d been driving for a while now, long past the vibrant lights of the city. They were going far too fast for him to even think of bailing–there was no way he’d live through a tumble from the car, and a part of him worried that that fate might be preferable to the one he was currently headed towards. He moved his eyes to stare at the profile of Mrs. Choi, her eyes focused on the road ahead of her, her lips pressed into a line of painted red more suited to a woman half her age.

It was then that Jungkook realized he very probably hated this woman. It was in the very next moment that he realized he very probably only hated her because he was terrified of her. He’d been seldom afraid of much in his life; his brother getting sick, of course. But as far as people were concerned, Jungkook found comfort in the knowledge that he could hold his own. He needed this woman–or rather, he needed Mrs. Choi’s money, and there was no telling what he’d be put through to get it. A frightening thought occured to Jungkook in the fact that he’d have to take whatever she put him through if he wanted to save his brother’s life.

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anonymous asked:

Hey it's the Disney anon! Yeah I meant sort of live action BATB cause I love the Bucky fic you did😊 So if it's something you'd be happy to write for can I request a reader x gaston fic where they grew up together and she is in love with him but is convinced it isn't mutual & that he deserves better so doesn't tell him. Another guy asks her out & she accepts cause she thinks she should move on if gaston will never love her. But Gaston actually gets super jealous/possessive. Hope it's ok thanks❤

Pairing: Gaston x Reader
Fandom: Disney ; Beauty and the Beast (2017)
Warnings: /

A/N: asdfghjkl, I’m so glad you send me this request, I literally grinned so hard when I got it! I don’t normally post two things a day, but I literally had the easiest time writing this. This prompt gave me so much inspiration that I just typed it in one go and I’m actually quite happy with how it turned out. I hope you like it as well and if you have any other gaston x reader request please send them my way. I LOVE writing for him and the reader. (added Gaston to my fandoms list)

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“You’re staring again,” LeFou, who had seemingly snuck up on you, whispered.

You blinked a few times to break the spell you were under before and turned around, wanting to convince him that, no, you weren’t staring at Gaston like a fool in love. 

But the look he threw you was enough to know that it wouldn’t work on him.

“It’s not like I don’t understand. And I’m certainly not the one to judge you,” he winked at you and you had to laugh a little. “But what I don’t understand is why you don’t tell him. You’ve known each other for so long..”

“Oh LeFou. If only it were so easy. Look at him..-” he was currently chasing Belle again. “He doesn’t feel the same and I doubt he ever will. He needs a woman who cooks for him and plays the good wife. You and me both know that I’m not that kind of woman.”

“Neither is Belle! Which is why he fancies her! So what makes you different?”

“I’m a huntress, LeFou. Belle and me are completely the opposite of each other. If she’s his type then I’m most certainly not.”

“She’s beautiful. That’s why she’s his type. And do I need to remind you of your beauty?”

You sighed and turned around to face your friend, smiling a little, then hugging him.

In the meantime, Gaston gave up for today in chasing Belle and approached the two of you.

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No One’s Roasted Like Gaston.[Oneshot].

no one writes FANFICS LIKE EMILEE.

Originally posted by luuuuuke-evans

Title: No One’s Roasted Like Gaston.
Pairing: Implied!- Gaston x Reader.
Rating: T.
Words: 2,231.
Summary: Gaston thought he was undeniable to women and even some men. Has he finally found his match?


There was nothing particularly notable about the early mornings, at least, not anymore. The sky above was it usual mixture of pinks, purples and some lighter hues of blue as the sun rose and lit up the clouds, giving them a rather unique looking glow. There was a small wind, but not chilling, and brought in the lingering scent of meadows and trees. You got used to those aspects and they slowly became the norm. You began to not notice them at all, and remarked them as being every day life. If one wanted to really shake things up in a morning routine, they would count the cobblestones that made up each walkway in the village. But, that’s the thing. No one ever wanted to shake things up. They wanted things to stay the same for that is the way they had been living for as long as anyone could remember. With change came the unprecedented fear that something terrible would happen as a result.

It was the hustle and bustle of such a small village did leave one breathless and forgetful on occasion if you didn’t pay attention to where you were going and why you were going there in the first place. If one was aimlessly walking in the morning time while the sun peaked into the valley, one might be trampled by those selling goods and merchandise. Some too expensive, and some not expensive enough and left you wondering whether you had been scammed or if you had gotten a good deal.

Aimless and mindless were surely your vibe this beautiful morning. You had nowhere to be, nothing to do or see and so you actually took your time to walk through the village during one of the busiest times of day. There was a variant of smells, some of which you happened to thoroughly enjoy. Fresh bread, springtime air, a small caddy on the corner before the village square that was selling freshly picked roses. Contrary to the flowers smelling divine, the actual vibrancy of the colors caught your attention and dwindled you to stay and admire them for longer than you had intended . Vivid reds, pastel pinks, yellow whites. It looked as if these flowers belonged immortalized in a painting for the entire world to enjoy.

Smiling at the vendor who was a few feet to your right, you plucked a light, dusty pink rose out of one of the buckets full of water. It dripped down your fingers onto your wrist causing a small shudder to shoot down your arm. Miraculously, it looked as if a skilled painter had dipped their brush in the sky during dusk, mustered up enough color to splotch onto the petals of the flower. Some parts were darker than others, but all around, it was a very delicate and soft appearing flower.

“Beautiful.” You could hear someone behind you say. And without the need to turn around and see the speaker, you were already well aware of who it was. Probably looking at himself in the reflection of a window again, you snickered quietly. It was as if you could see the bright red uniform from your peripheral vision and it was already giving you a headache. Setting the flower back into the metallic bucket, you gave the vendor one more glance over and polite smile before drawing your attention to your left, with the unsuccessful hope of getting out of there without Gaston being connected at your hip.

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