i am in love with what she did

Criminological Theories: Social Reaction

Social Reaction or Labeling Theory may help explain why criminals commit the crimes they do. According to this theory, when someone is labeled by society, their peers, parents, etc, as a deviant, they fully embrace how they are viewed. People can be defined and controlled by how the world views them. Viewing oneself as deviant can isolate you from obtaining normal social bonds. Isolation is one of the common threads seen in the perpetrators of most serial murder cases. Here are a few examples of real-life cases where Social Reaction Theory may apply.

  • Ed Kemper: Throughout his childhood, Ed was severely abused, both psychologically and physically by his mother, Clarnell. When Edmund was around eight-years-old, Clarnell made him sleep in the basement of their home. Ed was terrified of the basement and described it as “hell”. She did this because she believed that her son would harm her daughters, even though he did not display any violent tendencies at this point in his life. Clarnell would constantly refer to her son as a “real weirdo”, and reminded him multiple times that no woman would ever love him. She labeled her son an outcast, weirdo, and deviant, therefore he became one.
  • Jeffrey Dahmer: “Am I just an extremely evil person or is it some kind of satanic influence, or what? I have no idea. I have no idea at all.” Dahmer labeled himself as evil early on in his killing career, and maybe even believed himself to be evil before that. After all, he was so haunted by his fantasies in high school that he drank to forget them. In his confession, Dahmer stated that he “felt thoroughly evil.”  Jeff considered and labeled himself as evil, therefore he committed evil acts.
  • David Berkowitz: The Son of Sam was given up a few days after his birth. He was quickly adopted by Pearl and Nathan Berkowitz. While David was growing up, his adopted parents would frequently remind him that he was not their biological son and that his mother had died giving birth to him. This made David feel extremely guilty about entire existence, and in turn inadvertently labeled him as being “no good.” David went his whole life feeling as if he was a bad seed. This very may have contributed to him committing serial murder.

Source: Criminology: Theories, Patterns and Typologies by Larry J Siegel

alexbellen  asked:

Hello dear~ I am new to this request thing but I would love to see Hanzo, 76,Genji,and Reaper(separate) in love with or courting a fluffy(bigger gal who is about 5'8 a little taller then most gals) southern who is a huge sweetheart! who is a healer but if not that's fine~ She loves them no matter what they do or did and loves showing them how much she care with gifts (like crocheted items and homemade tea) and honest sweet compliments! She may sneak in some hugs if she can! Thank you so much!!

Just wanna say, not only did I accidentally delete this once but I got carried away twice and it still did not end up exactly how it should have. Definitely veered off the request path a bit but its still kind of cute and I…I hope you still love it.

Hanzo:

  • When Hanzo first met you, he had no interest in you. Not right away anyway.
  • To be fair though, Hanzo really has no interest in anyone. People are just a bunch of faces, and half are rude, deceitful or liars. So he usually just doesn’t notice anyone…including woman.
  • What first brought his attention to you was when McCree struck up a conversation with you. You were sitting at a table in a small diner that was beside you, sitting on your laptop as you typed away.
  • Hanzo was focused on stirring his tea, but after a few minutes he finally began to tune in. Your voice had a soft lilt, and as he studied you, Hanzo found the soft southern lilt of your voice and the way your eyes sparkled like jewels to be rather enchanting. No thoughts of your size flitted across his mind, no comparisons to any other woman he’d ever met. He was simply entranced with your voice.
  • When you giggled at something McCree said, Hanzo finally started to get into the conversation, to Jesse’s surprise. Hanzo thought you were intelligent, and liked how you spoke so passionately about your work in computer programming.
  • Jesse got your number at the end of the meal, almost two hours later. The three of you had been talking the whole time, though with McCree noticed the way Hanzo watched you with interest, he kind of backed off a bit. God forbid he try and steal the limelight from Hanzo when he finally has interest in an actual human being.
  • The three of you ended up meeting a few more times. It was really cute, because every time you all met up, you’d hand them both a small wrapped gift of cookies or sweets. McCree had noticed the way you glanced shyly at Hanzo whenever you handed it to him, or how you’d watch eagerly to see if Hanzo really enjoyed it.
  • The more time you spent together, Hanzo found himself falling for you harder and harder. He started noticing little details about you. The way your ears went pink when you were embarrassed. The way you spoke quickly and mumbled whenever you unsure of yourself. The fierceness with which you spoke about things that mattered to you. The shine in your eyes when you spoke of the past.
  • One day, he finally broke. “Y/n,” he said, pulling you to the side as the three of you neared the end of your walk through the park “If possible…would you be opposed to me courting you?”
  • For a moment you both blinked. Jesse face palmed at his stiff composure, while you simply looked stunned.
  • “You…you want to date me?” you squeaked, smoothing your shirt down. Like usual, your ears turned pink as you blushed heavily.
  • Hanzo stared at you quite intently, taking your hand in his with gentleness. “I do. I think your enchanting,” Hanzo admitted, and a smile teased the corner of his lips. “Exquisite.”
  • Ducking your head, you couldn’t believe what he was saying. You were a fluffier girl, with large hips and enough cellulite on your thighs that some women would explode over. ”You can’t mean that. I…I’m not really that pretty. Even I  know that…”you said softly.
  • Taking your chin gently, Hanzo lifted your face. “I think you are beautiful. And if you are talking about your body…” Hanzo’s hands moved down to cup your waist, the warmth of his hands sending a tingle through you as he pulled you closer. “Your body is beautiful too. I see no imperfections before me,” Hanzo insisted, thumbs rubbing soft circles against you.
  • A shuddery breath left your lips. This was the first time a man, and one so beautiful, had ever spoke to you like this. Yet when you looked into his eyes, they seemed to hold conviction. 
  • “O-okay,” you whispered. “…I would love that. A lot…..”
  • A smile spread across his face, and he brushed his lips across your forehead in a soft kiss that left you weak in the knees. ”Thank you,” he murmured.
  • A cough sounded beside you, and Jesse rolled his eyes. “Can we get going? I”m happy for you and all but its getting mighty chilly out here,” he said and with a laugh, the three of you left the park.

76:

  • The two of you have been together for almost seven months now
  • It had been a shock to you when he had first asked you out, and at first you’d thought it had been a joke. But he’d been persistent and you were delighted to agree.
  • Your weight really didn’t hold you back, nor did it bother you much. Rarely did you look in the mirror and frown, as you had been raised to be confident in yourself. And Jack seemed to have no problem, so why should you?
  • That didn’t mean you didn’t have your days though, nor those little thoughts niggling at the back of your mind, worrying about your weight and if you were ugly or not.
  • One time the two of you had planned on a big date, to celebrate making it to half a year together. Jack had it all planned out, and you were excited.
  • Deciding to go out, you wanted to buy a new dress for the occasion. Like any other woman, you liked to dress up for special occasions and you wanted to look good when he picked you up.
  • In the mall, you found this beautiful pearl gray dress that had a skirt that flared at the waist to the knees, and no back. It was a bit bolder, but you decided you really liked it and that it would work.
  • After purchasing the dress, you noticed at a shop across the hall that held a pair of shoes you should would look lovely with the dress. Hurrying over, you gingerly picked up a slipper and studied it.
  • Snickers caught your attention. There was a group of three women not far away, whispering to each other…except their whispers weren’t quiet enough.
  • “Its that girl again,” said one, rolling her eyes. “She knows that dresses are meant for pretty people, right?”
  • Another one, a blonde, covered her mouth and snickered again. “It was like watching a hippo try to get into a dress. Jeez, maybe if she laid off all the burgers…nah, she’d still probably look like that,” she said and the three of them laughed.
  • You stood frozen in place. It had been a long time since someone had commented on your weight, and the comments of those women had torn at your heart. They were laughing at you, you thought. A hippo…
  • “Oh my god…she’s crying…do you think she heard us?” whispered one girl to another in alarm.
  • After a moment you touched your cheek and felt the wetness of your tears…it had been awhile since you’d cried over something like your weight. With a sob, you dropped the shoe and went home.
  • The afternoon was spent crying in your bed. After exhausting yourself with your crying, you drifted in and out of sleep, the mean comments plaguing you. You didn’t even realize the time till the doorbell rang. 
  • When you didn’t answer, Jack walked in. Searching the house, he finally turned on your bedroom light and relaxed. “Oh, there you are. I thought you’d forgotten about the…” he stopped as you sat up, and noted how puffy your face was, the pink of your eyes and the faint mascara marks that you had tried to wipe away earlier.
  • “What happened? What’s wrong, sweetheart?” he asked, hurrying over and he sat on the edge of the bed, taking your hand. Fresh tears filled your eyes, threatening to spill. “Oh, baby, please don’t…don’t cry, sweetheart, please…”
  • Immediately he cupped your face gently, pressing his forehead to yours.
  • Letting out a ragged breath, finally you whispered, “Why did you choose to date me, Jack? Why me, out of everyone? There are…so many women who are prettier and thinner and look good…” 
  • For a moment he said nothing. It made him angry to think anyone had said something mean to you, but he was more in disbelief that someone had managed to tear down your self confidence and happiness so easily.
  • “Y/n, I want you to listen carefully,” Jack says softly, “You are beautiful. Every inch of you. There is nothing about you or your body that I do not adore. I don’t want a small girl. If I wanted a smaller girl, I would go date one. There is only one you and that is the woman I want.”
  • You let out a soft sob at his words, and buried your face into his shoulder. Jack cradled you, stroking your hair tenderly. “I’m in love with an angel, you know. She’s sexy, with these thick curves and this long hair and a smile that lights up a room,” he says softly, and he smiled softly as you cried harder, but he could see the smile tugging slightly at your lips at his mushy words. “She’s all I want. Your all I want.”
  • It was sweet of him. It took a bit, but finally you got yourself ready for the date. You calmed down a bit, and during dinner Jack spent the time talking to you about how perfect you were and what he’d fallen for.

From this point I have to try to make it a bit smaller cuz I’m just getting too out of hand, and taking too long writing this.

Genji:

  • The two of you started out as best friends before you began to date
  • You were the first one to make a move. You’d had a crush on him for awhile, and you wanted to know if he might feel the same way for you…so you mustered up the courage and asked him out.
  • You were prepared, for there was a good chance he’d say no. But to your surprise and delight, Genji agreed without hesitation.
  • At first, it didn’t feel like there was really any change to your relationship. The two of you weren’t acting any different, except for the shy glances you’d send him.
  • Then slowly, the two of you began to flirt more and more, and you’d be holding hands or cuddling. The closer you both became, the more you feel for each other.
  • You loved hugging Genji. Surprise hugs were your favorite, especially since it was hard to actually sneak up on him
  • Genji never had a problem with your weight, and commented often on how beautiful his girlfriend was. The first time you both made love, he worshipped every inch of you. You were so scared that he’d hate looking at your body, especially when he saw the stretch marks
  • But he lavished you in love and could only remark on how despite thinking you couldn’t get any more gorgeous, he had been proven wrong.
  • One time Zarya tried to convince you to join her gym program, saying that it would help you lose weight. After dating Genji so long, you found that you had a renewed sense of confidence in yourself, and that you loved the body he obviously cherished 
  • “No thank you,” you’d said to her, and before you could convince her, a second pair of arms had slid around your waist out of no where. Giggling, you realize he had caught you in his own surprise hug.
  • “I second that,” he says, hands stroking your waist as he pressed a kiss to the back of your shoulder. “I like her just the way she is.”
  • Unable to come up with any better excuse, Zarya had left the two of you alone and Genji had taken you back to his room. As the two of you got into bed, ready for another tender round…
  • “Are you sure?” you asked softly, staring up at him. Your cheeks were pink, still unused to how to felt to show your naked form to him. Did he ever doubt his decision to be with you?
  • “Sure about what? About you?” he asks, before he gives you a rakish smile and presses kisses along your collar bone. “Always. I’ve never been more sure about anything or anyone in my life.” There was no hesitation in his answer.
  • Your heart melted when hearing such things from him. 

Reaper:

  • The two of you started dating one night in Overwatch, before he became Reaper. 
  • The women of Overwatch and Blackwatch were desperately for a break and some kind of celebration. So together, they had come up with a party to have at the base for everyone to attend.
  • Gabe had noticed you weeks and weeks before. You were cute, he thought, and he liked how shy you were. But more, he liked your kindness. You were always carrying around gifts for others, or helping others when they were sad.
  • The night of the dance, Gabe finally decided to go. The party was outside, and was huge. Lights were everywhere, a few tables with food off to the side. Music played and in the middle was the dance floor. Even Winston was dancing, Tracer giggling as she followed in suit.
  • His eyes scanned the crowd as he grabbed a glass of punch, downing it quickly. Where were you…
  • When his eyes found you, his heart raced wildly in his chest. You sat off to the side, wearing a long straight black dress that hugged your waist and thighs. You looked beautiful and wore a white coat that suited the dress.
  • No one sat with you, and he could see you looking longingly at the dance floor. How you wished someone would dance with you, or even sit and chat with you…you worked as one of the many assistants in the base.
  • Gabe, after a moment of getting a grip on himself, managed to pull himself together and walked over, wearing a dress shirt and pants, and even a red tie. 
  • When you saw him, your cheeks flushed and you looked shocked as he stood before you and offered you a hand. “Hey,” he said, giving you a crooked grin. “Um…care to dance?”
  • For a moment you stared at his hand. Then you let out a breath and took it, letting him lead you to the dance floor. You were surprised when his hands cupped your full waist, and he pulled you right against him without any kind of hesitation.
  • “Your confident,” you managed, managing a smile. Were most men as gorgeous as he was?
  • “Have to be, otherwise I have no chance with women as beautiful as you,” Gabe said with a wink, twirling you around.
  • Letting out a laugh, you were surprised by his words. “As beautiful as me? That’s not hard. I guess your just warming up for the prettier girls, right? Lets see…” you looked around, before pointing at a blonde you knew was a medic. “She looks like more your type.”
  • Gabe glanced over. “Angela? No. Not my type. Too mom-like. I like girls with spunk and a bit of meat on their bones,” Gabe said. You couldn’t stop yourself from looking at him quizzically. Was he joking??
  • “I doubt it. Men who look like you don’t date girls like me. You probably don’t even know who I am,” you said, shaking your head. “Or my age or what I do for a living-”
  • “Don’t call me a stalker, but your y/n. You are twenty seven and you work as one of Winstons many assistants in the computer labs,” Gabe says and pauses, before smiling sheepishly. “This isn’t the first time I’ve noticed you. Its just the first time I’ve been able to ask you to dance.”
  • It stunned you. The man knew who you were, what your name was. He’d taken the time to find out before this evening…he had planned this all along?
  • “Oh,” you breathed.
  • “So, um….what do you say about me taking you out to dinner sometime?” he asked, still dancing with you even when the song has ended. “Would you consider-”
  • “Yes,” you say immediately, your heart beating wildly.
  • A grin spread across his face. “Perfect. So, um, I plan to dance with you all evening…hope you don’t mind. I just don’t get this lucky often,” he says and winks at you.
  • With a soft laugh, you twirled once more in his arms. “Neither do I,” you murmur softly.

anonymous asked:

Jenn's contract was up and she had every right to leave and pursue new projects. She has said she loves directing and OUAT does not give her that opportunity. She did not have to come back for one episode and yet she did for the fans. As far as I'm concerned she owes us nothing more. I am happy for her. Let me ask you this. If a publisher came along and said here's a contract to write a book, but you cannot take the time to finish your fanfiction's. What would you do?

I’m guessing this question is in response to my answer to this message about feeling bitter over Jen’s decision to leave and whether that’s OK.

Look, I am very, very glad that Jen graciously gave us 1 ep more to end Emma’s story and I understand that Once is not the be all, end all thing in her life. Reading her comments about how she’d done 13 straight years of network TV and was tired of the grind, plus constantly having to travel back and forth from Vancouver to see family and friends, I have tons of sympathy for that. She can’t (and shouldn’t) make everyone else happy, she needs to put what’s best for herself first, and that was to leave and do other things. But I’m not going to change my stance that some mixed emotions among the fans about her decision are understandable, it doesn’t have to be 100% either way. I’m not against Jen or anti Jen now just because I had some negative thoughts at first.

As to answer your question about fanfic, yes, I would take an offer from a publisher if one came along. And if I did, I would hope that people would be happy for me (and I think they would) while also knowing some would probably be upset and that some would be feeling both ways about it. Heck, I’ve seen comments directed at other writers who have taken fics down because they’ve moved into publishing them and I know flat-out that there’s people who only want the fic versions with their beloved characters and not revised versions. It does give me pause, but I would do what was best for me. 

25 Relationship Quotes to Get You Through a Breakup

No matter who ended it, why it fell apart, or how long ago it was, getting through the aftermath of a relationship is never an easy task. As you feel the waves of emotions from sadness to anger to relief while your heart heals, let these encouraging words give you the dose of inspiration you need.


For seeing the bright side

“To love and win is the best thing. To love and lose is the next best." 

– William Makepeace Thackeray



For remembering the bigger picture

"I mean, if the relationship can’t survive the long term, why on earth would it be worth my time and energy for the short term?" 

– Nicholas Sparks, author



For why you have to cry sometimes

"Those who do not know how to weep with their whole heart do not know how to laugh either." 

– Golda Meir, politician



For getting through the rough days

"Hearts live by being wounded." 

– Oscar Wilde, playwright



For valuing patience

"Only time can heal his heart, just as only time can heal his broken arms and legs." 

– Miss Piggy, Muppet



For savoring the transformation

"The dreams break into a million tiny pieces. The dream dies. Which leaves you with a choice: you can settle for reality, or you can go off, like a fool, and dream another dream.”

– Nora Ephron, author



For relishing the good times

“The hottest love has the coldest end." 

– Socrates, philosopher



For the motivation to move on

"No matter how hard your heart is broken, the world doesn’t stop for your grief." 

— Faraaz Kazi



For finding the humor

"I never hated a man enough to give his diamonds back." 

— Zsa Zsa Gabor, actress



For packing away the tissues

"Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional." 

— M. Kathleen Casey, politician



For prioritizing your strength

"You can only lose what you cling to." 

— Buddha



For the good moments to come

"In the process of letting go you will lose many things from the past, but you will find yourself." 

— Deepak Chopra



For the nudge to pull the plug

"You’ve gotta know when it’s time to turn the page.”

— Tori Amos, singer-songwriter



For a lesson in love

“Don’t dwell on what went wrong. Instead, focus on what to do next. Spend your energy moving forward together towards an answer.”

— Denis Waitley, motivational speaker



For unfriending on Facebook

“The most difficult aspect of moving on is accepting that the other person already did." 

— Faraaz Kazi, author



For remembering you’re not alone

"I think every girl has that a guy she has trouble letting go of." 

— Rashida Jones, actress



For new beginnings

"When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be. When I let go of what I have, I receive what I need." 

– Lao Tzu, philosopher



For the best that’s yet to come

"Letting go means to come to the realization that some people are a part of your history, but not a part of your destiny." 

— Steve Maraboli, author



For living in the moment

"Breathe. Let go. And remind yourself that this very moment is the only one you know you have for sure." 

— Oprah Winfrey



For improving your odds

"The best skill at cards is knowing when to discard." 

— Baltasar Gracián, philosopher



For being thankful for love

"Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart" 

— Washington Irving, author



For being openhearted

"When one door closes, another opens; but we often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door that we do not see the one which has opened for us" 

— Alexander Graham Bell, inventor



For the upcoming rainbow

"Life always waits for some crisis to occur before revealing itself at its most brilliant.”

— Paulo Coelho, author



For never settling

“Never love anybody that treats you like you’re ordinary.”

— Oscar Wilde, playwright


For appreciating the bittersweet

“The saddest thing about love, Joe, is that not only the love cannot last forever, but even the heartbreak is soon forgotten.”   

― William Faulkner, author 

What she says: I’m fine.

What she means: Hyun Ryu, aka Zen, deserves so much better? A lot of people talk about how good looking he is or that he’s a narcissist, but they forget that it’s a crucial point in his route is how self conscious he really is? And don’t even get me started on how people ignore that his mother emotionally abused him during his childhood. Who the hell calls their child ugly? To protect them? Instead of just teaching them that people might take advantage of them because of how they look so they should keep their guard up? Suuure. I, for one, am proud that he still manages to be so confident after all that. And he’s still going after his dreams despite the fact that he was told he wasn’t going to make it anywhere. He joined a gang and got out of it to make his life better. And he’s doing it on his own, too, wow. People also give him crap for hating on Jumin, which is understandable, but making up with Jumin is also a crucial part of his route. He lets go of projecting his the image of his brother on Jumin and they actually become friends who just have banter? There is no reason to hate this boy? He’s such a sweetheart that gives really useful advice when it comes to handling life and tough situations. He’s very comforting and willing to go above and beyond for the people close to him. He’s willing to drop everything to run over to MC or take in Yoosung. He cares about Jaehee’s health and really just wants her to take a break? He a Mom Friend and a big brother but he’s also such a cute dork? Especially when it comes to things like technology and romantic gestures? The boy even wants to let MC meet his parents before they get married and they won’t let him in the door? And the fandom portrays him as this salty, kind of violent, self-absorbed, character? And don’t even get me started on The Beast™ because? He doesn’t even bring it up that often? And when he does bring it up, it’s after he meets MC in person and even then, it’s only briefly before he changes the subject. Cause this boy would literally wait as long as MC wants him to. I could literally go on, but the main point is that Zen deserves so much better and I will love him enough for the whole fandom if I have to.

8

she wasn’t interested in telling
other people’s f u t u r e s
 she was interested in going out
and finding h e r own

 lee ji eun as b l u e  s a r g e n t — the raven cycle

what she says: i’m fine.

what she means: niall james horan really defied all of the odds and went to harry’s show last night AND he did it lowkey. he didn’t attract too much attention, didn’t really take pictures, took a couple of friends but stayed by himself in a corner and he just watched, like he was truly only there for harry. it wasn’t the first time he saw him perform but it was the first time he watched harry from the outside, from the crowd, where nothing he was doing was really directed at him, and yet he still had that same fond smile on his face which he gave harry so many times over the years before. 

what I say: I’m fine

what I mean: Beverly had barely any interactions with any of the losers in the new movie besides her two love interests. She literally didn’t talk to anyone besides Bill and Ben which is a real fucking shame considering that, in the book, the person she’s closest to out of the losers is Richie. Their friendship is so good and pure ? where are my afternoon smoke breaks and friendly banter. where is my platonic flirting that makes them both giggle. wheRE IS MY REPRESENTATION OF GUYS AND GIRLS HAVING FRIENDSHIPS THAT DON’T END IN ROMANCE.

Dialogue Prompts
  1. “Surprise, I have feelings and you just hurt them.”
  2. “In the least creepy way possible, I know where you live.”
  3. “A onesie is not an appropriate gift for my mothers birthday!”
  4. “Why would you even suggest that?”
  5. “Emotions are a luxury I don’t have time for.”
  6. “Can I borrow your pencil, and your homework.”
  7. “I just want to start over.”
  8. “I’m sorry, can we just pretend I never said that.”
  9. “You hurt her, I stab you, okay?”
  10. “I would kill for a slice of cake right now…literally”
  11. “Well this got incredibly awkward incredibly quickly.”
  12. “Woah, hold the fuck up, you did what now?”
  13. “I love you, I always have.”
  14. “Take a deep breath and please calm the fuck down.”
  15. “I miss you, but then i remember what an asshole you are and the feeling fades.”
  16. “Tell me everything.”
  17. “What happened to you?”
  18. “Hey honey…did you seriously adopt another kitten?”
  19. “How many times do I have to tell you, we are not getting a bouncy castle for my dad’s 60th.”
  20. “I know it’s hard, but get over it.”
  21. “I am not dramatic, it was a very big spider.”
  22. “How to kill the mood 101.”
  23. “You left me with no one, sorry doesn’t change that.
  24. “This is a joke right?”
  25. “Clearly I did not drink enough for this.”
  26. “I’m not quite sure how it happened, but it did.”
  27. “You only want to go because there’s free food.”
  28. “This song is so us.”
  29. “It’s too early for this, just go back to sleep.”
  30. “If I tell you I love you will you make me pancakes?”
  31. “If you sing that song one more time I will kill you.”
  32. “Honestly, I don’t want to know.”
  33. “Hold up, she said what?”
  34. “You are so sweet, and I am so sorry.”
  35. “You don’t deserve this.”
  36. “Poke me once more and see what happens.”
  37. “Ghosts aren’t real for God’s sake.”
  38. “I need to punch something, preferably their face.”
  39. “You are so extra.”
  40. “Why did you think that was okay?”
  41. “When did you become my mother?”
  42. “New drinking game, drink overtime you’re a dickhead. Oh wait I already have alcohol poisoning.”
  43. “I trusted you.”
  44. “Don’t talk to me, I need my coffee first.”
  45. “Remember that time I thought you were stalking me?”
  46. “I hate that I still love you.”
  47. “Of course it’s not your fault, it never is.”
  48. “I am this close to calling my ex.”
  49. “Maybe this really was a bad idea.”
  50. “Jesus Christ I forgot how much I hate exercise.”
  51. “Baby, please tell me you can explain why there is a hole through the window.”
  52. “Wow I can’t believe he said you were ugly, hun he is clearly blind.”
  53. “Sorry I’m late.”
  54. “I don’t know why I bother.”
  55. “I’d rather do a lot of things than eat my vegetables but you gotta do it.”
  56. “That was so romantic.”
  57. “Out of all the things you could have said, and you went with that.”
  58. “I can’t wait to see you.”
  59. “I don’t want you, I need you.”
  60. “Stop laughing this isn’t funny!”

Things Adena ”it wasn’t a come on” El Amin did

  • Asked kat about her sexual orientation as they unpack sex toys while drinking tea in a room lit by a thousand candles. (i am pretty sure the candles were scented and there really is no surprise that kat had a sex dream about adena lmao) 


  • Almost snapped her neck looking at kat (when kat got up to leave the candlelit™ room) 
  • Went to surprise kat at her workplace and went directly for a hug (the way they both sank into the hug.. its like they are finally home. Smol gay kat thought handshakes are their thing lmao)


  • Told kat she received her topless picture in person and proceeded to talk about how she also has touched her here™ (this level of smoothness should be illegal)
  • Included a picture of kat in her art show (if that is not screaming I love you, Idk what is)
  • Extended her work visa because “I am not done here yet”
  • Told kat it “is a beautiful night” as she stared at her  
  • confiscated kat’s phone so that they “are in the moment together” as a romantic violin music played
  • kept giving kat the prolonged “you put the stars in the sky” gaze during their date night™

she also did THAT™

bonus

Anyways, I am pretty sure there are things I have missed, but this can (maybe?) serve as a comprehensive “how to get the girl you like” guide for the gays which btw imma need Jane Sloan to write about. Also i feel like starving by hailee steinfeld is a perfect song for kadena (esp from kat’s pov) cs these girls are thirsty af!

BTS Reaction: Waking up from a nightmare involving you (request)

Jin/Seokjin:

He checked his phone, Y/N was still not home, even though he had called multiple times. Asking what’s taking so long, they should’ve been home one hour ago. 

Suddenly the phone rings and he throws himself onto it, he read Y/N and his fingers quickly swiped answer. 

“Jagi? Where are you?!” he yelled desperately through the phone. 

“Help me…” your voice was weak and barely over a whisper. His blood turned cold and he froze up. Just as he opened his mouth to speak again a cold voice answered.

“If you want your little jagi back, be sure to be here in 30 minutes” the voice said and ended the call. Jin didn’t have time to think and ran out the door. The phone dinged, showing he got a text message. It told him the address and Jin had probably never drove so fast in his entire life.

There was still 5 minutes when he arrived to the abandoned factory. 

“Come out you bastard!” he yelled, looking everywhere for any sign of life.

“…I’m glad you could come…” the voice said, suddenly your body was in front of him. “Y/N!” Jin yelled as he ran towards your body. 

“don’t… come… clos-” you croaked forward, your face panicked.  But before he could reach you a gunshot was heard. 

He stared at you with big eyes as the blood started pouring.

“Now it’s your turn” the voice said from behind and another gunshot was heard. 

-

Jin jerked up, wide awake, sweating and with ragged breath. “Was that just a dream? It had to be… Right Y/N?” he asked and turned to your side of the bed, just to find you not there “Y/N?” he asked starting to get panicked again. 

He quickly got up from the bed and started to put on his clothes as he called you with the other hand “Y/N!” he yelled through the apartment. 

“Yes?” you asked from the kitchen and Jin fell to the ground. As your hear all the ruckus you decided to walk out just to find your boyfriend on the floor with his pants sloppily pulled on. “Jin?” you asked getting a bit worried, he looked like he had ran an entire marathon.

“You’re safe” he whispered as you crouched beside him “You’re safe” he repeated and then hugged you.

Originally posted by yoongichii

Suga/Min Yoongi:

“Yoongi, I can’t do this anymore.” There was not an ounce of pain in her voice.

“What?!? Why?!?”

“Are you stupid or something?”

“No! I thought things were great between us! Why do you want to end this?”

“Because I am tired of coming second to your music… Even if I did come first, I don’t love you anymore. I don’t think I ever really did.”

She was expressionless as she walked out of his room. It wasn’t until he heard door shut that he could move his body again and he ran to the door. When he opened it, she was nowhere in sight.

-

He woke up instantly. “Y/n?” he called out, but there was no one to respond considering that he woke up alone in the studio.

He sat up in a daze, his lyrics notes stuck to his cheeks. “Was that real?” he asked himself. He pulled his phone out and gave Y/n a call. She didn’t answer, so he called again… and again… and again. Every time he called, he only got her voicemail.

“Oh no.”

He jumped out of his chair and made his way to the apartment he shared with y/n.

“Did she really leave? That was just a dream…Right? No, she didn’t leave me… but it felt so real and we did fight over y schedule last week… I need to find her.”

He opened the front door and found y/n knocked out on the couch in front of the tv. It was a scene that both relieved his mind and broke his heart. Sure he was glad that Y/n was there, but he knew she was waiting for him. She probably stayed up hours just to see him a bit before bed. It didn’t hit him till now that a great person like y/n should deserve a relationship where she should go so much out of her way to try and see him a bit more in the day. 

He went up to her, gently waking her up. “Babe, wake up.” he whispered.

Keeping her eyes closed, she made a grumpy face and pushed his arms away. It was a move that made him second guess if the dream really was just a dream.

“Y/n, wake up. You can’t stay asleep on the couch.” 

It took a while, but eventually he got her to wake up. “Yoongi? What time is it?”

“3 am… What are you doing on the couch?”

She rubbed her eyes. “You said you would be home by 11. I was staying up till you got back.”

“Are you mad at me?” he asked nervously.

“No, why?” she yawned

“Because I wasn’t home when I said I would be.”

“I just figured you got busy.”

He saw down next to her and held her tight. “I love you.” he said. It felt nice when she placed her sleepy head on his chest.

“Me too”

“I’m sorry y/n, this wont happen again okay. I promise that I come home ever night.” 

She looked up at him. She was so tired her eyes were barely open. “Ok, but can we go to bad now?”

Originally posted by ohbaibeeitsyou

Jhope/Jung Hoseok:

“I don’t like this Y/N” he said as he hugged your arm tighter. You were back down in the reptile room of the zoo, because you had to pass it to get back to the food court. 

“I know jagi, but they won’t hurt you. They’re behind glass, they can’t do anything. See?” you said and put your hand towards one of the glasses. Just to find it not there anymore. Your eyes grew big as you got pulled into the snake habitat by one of the big snakes.

“Y/N!” he yelled as he saw you getting pulled deeper into the forest like room. He hesitated a bit, the snakes on the ground were looking at him hungrily. Or at least that’s what he thought. 

“HOBI!” your shrill voice rang, snapping him out of confusion. He stepped into the habitat, and jumped and screamed a bit as a snake slithered over his foot. You yelled again and he closed his eyes focusing. “Come on, you have to save Y/N” he then started sprinting into the habitat, into the green leaves. Ignoring all the snakes, and only focusing on getting to you. 

He didn’t have to run for long before he could see your shirt. He quickly ran there, but just as you made eye contact with each other, the ground beneath him disappeared. “Y/N!” he yelled as he fell down the pit. A snake pit.

The last thing he saw before getting covered in snakes were you getting wrapped up by a giant snake.

-

“AAAAAAAAAH” he yelled as he felt something touch his arm. His arms were flailing all over the place, trying to protect him from the snakes. 

“HOBI!” you yelled again since he seemed to not have heard you before. You tried to pin his arms down, while watching out so you wouldn’t get hit by a flying hand.

This time he heard you “Y/n?” he asked and opened his eyes to see you hovering over him. “Y/N!” he yelled relieved. And that’s when he started to cry. He hugged you close to him, breathing in your smell.

“It’s okay, it was just a bad dream” you say stroking your hand over his back. As he calmed down a bit he sat back and dried his face a bit.

“I thought I lost you” 

Originally posted by jhopingforhoseok

Rap monster/Kim Namjoon:

You were in the kitchen, making yourself a midnight snack.

“Y/n! Y/n!” you could hear your boyfriend calling out to you.

“Over here!”

You heard practically every door in the hallway open and close. “No, babe, the kitchen!” you called out.

Soon he appeared in the kitchen, waddling as fast as his tired body could move him. “Y/n, you are okay!” he hugged you tightly.

“Of course I am. What’s with you?” you asked, giving him a ‘weirdo’ face.

He didn’t answer your question, he just gave you a kiss, still holding you as tight as he could.

“Babe, why are you being weird?”

“I had a bad dream.” he whimpered.

“What did you dream about?”

He shook his head.

“C’mon, tell me. Letting it out will make you feel better.”

He let out a deep sigh. “… I dreamt that a giant 20 foot Ryan was chasing you in this skyscraper and I was trying to save you and he chased you all the way to the roof and he pushed you off and I couldn’t get to you in time.”

“A giant Ryan?” you giggled.

“Baby, it’s not funny! I was so sad and scared when I woke up and you weren’t next to me. I thought I really lost you!”

“Namjoon, it was a stupid dream. You dreamt that a giant Ryan was chasing me and pushed me off a roof.”

Rap monster laughed a bit. “Well, when you put it that way, it sounds stupid.”

“Go back to sleep. I’ll go to bed when I am done eating.”

“Nope, I’m not letting go of you until you come back to bed with me.”

Originally posted by rapnamu

Jimin/Park Jimin:

[Missed calls from Jagi: 3]

>> [3:17 am] I can’t do this anymore Jimin

>> [3:17 am] Help me. I can’t take it.

>> [3:18 am] I’m sorry. I loved you.

<< [4:53 am] Why aren’t you answering your phone?

<< [4:53 am] What do you mean loved me??

<< [4:54 am] Jagi?

He called again hoping for Y/N to answer but to no avail. It went straight into voicemail. Y/N had been acting weird for a while, and he did not feel good about this. “What does she mean by ‘loved?’” 

“Where are you going?” Suga yelled after him as he left the dorm “I have to find Y/N” he yelled back as he hurried to get to your shared apartment. As he was driving he’d call you over and over again. 

“Why aren’t you answering?” he’d start to panic slowly. “Y/N is okay Jimin, calm down. Just drive there safely, and you’ll be there in no time. Everything will be okay. You’re just overreacting” he tried to tell himself. 

He finally arrived to your apartment and he wasted no time to run there. “Y/N open the door!” he yelled as he knocked on it. He could hear the TV was on, maybe you were just asleep? 

He fumbled with the extra keys he had to get the door open. Maybe you were just asleep? Maybe you saw a bad movie and fell asleep on the couch? That must be it.

“Jagi?” he asked as he walked over to your limp body on the couch. Your phone was on the table, and in your hand you had an empty bottle of pills. As he saw the bottle he felt sick to his stomach. “No no no no no” he repeated as he tried for your pulse. But it wasn’t there. He quickly let go of your cold wrist, tears already streaming down his cheeks. He let out a scream of agony.

He screamed as he woke up, tears streaming down his face as he breathed heavily. He reach out to the spot next to him, but he didn’t fell y/n there. Her side of the bed was empty. “Where is Y/N?” This couldn’t be real. It was just a dream, it had to have been  dream. He panicked and jumped out of bed to search for her through the apartment. 

The living room was empty, but he became even more alert when he heard something from the kitchen. It sounded awfully a lot like pills. “No!” he yelled as he ran into the kitchen to see her putting something small and round into her mouth. He quickly ran to her and pulled her hand from her face.

“Jimin, what the fuck?!” she mumbled, a mouth full of whatever it was.

“Spit that out!”

“What?!?”

“Y/n spit that out!” he cried.

She didn’t, she just chewed what was in her mouth while staring at him as if he were crazy. “Babe, I’m just eating a snack.”

“Snack? Eating? Wh- What are you eating?” 

She didn’t answer, she just held out the package of M&M’s. “What is going on? Whats with you?”

He couldn’t help but feel so stupid as he let out a little chuckle and sighed in relief. “Nothing jagi, nothing”

Originally posted by senpai-sisters

V/Kim Taehyung:

He felt warm sun on his skin. Y/n was next to him on the standing staring at the calm ocean.

“Let’s go swimming?” she suggested

He looked around the beach, not a soul in sight. “Yeah, just you and me!” he smiled.

They walked into the refreshing water, letting the small waves rock them a bit. 

“Tae, let’s go in deeper.” They did so, the water going up to their waists. “Deeper!” she smiled pulling him deeper until the water was up to their shoulders.

“Maybe we should go a bit closer to shore.” He said, getting a bad feeling in his stomach for some reason.

Y/n pouted. “But I want to float. Let’s go further.” 

He couldn’t say no to her. He let her pull his further away from the beach. Now they were in water so deep, he couldn’t feel the sand under his feet any more. He looked back to shore and it looked like if it were miles away.

“Tae, let’s play again!” she said with excitement. “Let’s see who can hold their breath the longest. 

“Ok”

At the same time they dunked their heads underwater. He barely held his breath for 45 second when he came back for air. Y/n wasn’t up yet, so he waited. Another 30 seconds went by and she hadn’t come up yet. “Wow she can hold her breath for a long time.”

Another 30 second went by and that’s when panic set in. He swung out his limbs, to try and feel for her in the dark water. “Y/n? Y/n?!?” He swam around, trying to feel for her, but he couldn’t find her

He dunk his head under water again. He didn’t care how much the salt water hurt his yes, he kept them open as he tried to look for her, just to see nothing.

-

He woke up gasping for air. “Y/n?!? Y/n?!?”

“What?!? Tae, what happened?!?” you freaked, running out of the restroom, fresh out of the shower.

“Y/n, you’re out of the ocean!” he shouted as he jumped out of bed and practically tackled you with a hug.

“Tae, what ocean?”

“We- We were at he beach and we went into the water and- and we held our breath under water and- and-and you never came back up!” he whimpered.

“Tae, calm down. It was only a dream.” you said softly.

“Dream? Dream…” he said to himself, looking around the place and realizing he was in their bedroom. He let out a deep breath and smiled. “I was so scared I thought it was real.”

You hugged him tight, trying to calm him down, rubbing his back and giving him light kisses on his neck. “It’s okay baby, I’m fine. Go back to bed. I’m going to dry my hair before I lay down.”

“Nope!” He said pulling you to the bed with him.

Originally posted by toughchim

Jungkook/Jeon Jungkook:

“I’m right here Jungkook!” The demonic doll screamed 

He quickly grabbed y/n’s hand and dragged her away, both of them running down the hall to the stairs.

“You can’t run from me!” he could hear the evil voice as if the doll was right behind him

“Y/n, let’s run faster!” he tugged on her arm and helped her run as fast as him.

They made it down stairs and they went to the back door. He swung open his last door to escape through to see the doll already there waiting for him. “You can’t leave Jungkook!”

He screamed. “Y/n, turn around!” He spun around, but y/n wasn’t behind him. Instead he came face to face with the doll.

“I got you Jungkook!”

-

“Agggghhhh!” He shot up in bed in a cold sweat. He felt out of breath as if he really was running. “Y/n?” immediately he looked all over the dark room for her.

“Baby shhhhhhhh!” y/n groaned in a zombie voice.

“Jagi!” a rush of relief hit him that it really was just a dream. He practically pounced on her, holding her tight. “Thank goodness you are okay!”

“Agh! Jungkook, get off!” he whined. She pushed him off, sat up and turned on the lamp on the night stand. She glared back at him with squinting eyes and a head of bushy hair. “Jungkook, the fuck? I’m trying to sleep.”

He didn’t care how grumpy she was, he was just glad none of it was real. He hugged her again, resting his chine on her head. “Sorry baby. I didn’t mean to wake you. It was just a nightmare.”

“A nightmare?” To his surprise, Y/n started laughing.

“Why are you laughing?”

“Ha! Cuz let me guess, you dreamt about the scary movie we saw before bed, the one you made me see with you?”

“…Maybe…”

She started laughing harder. “Aish, Jungkook you made me watch that movie in hopes of getting me scared to get me to cuddle you, but here you are having nightmares.”

“Hey! The movie was scary okay!”

Y/n took a look at her phone. “Baby, it’s 3am, let’s go back to sleep. You have practice in the morning.”

“But I don’t think I can sleep.” he pouted

She cupped his face, looking at him with tired eyes. “Baby, it was just a dream okay? A nightmare is one thing, but imagine how scary your choreographer is going to be tomorrow when you are too tired to pay attention in practice.”

“Ugh, you’re right.”

“I know I am. I’m always right.” she kissed his forehead. “Now sleep.” She turned around to turn the lamp off.

“Wait!”

“What?”

“… Can you leave the light on?”

She laughed again, resting her head on her pillow. “Night, love you.” she yawned

“I  love you. Night.”

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

-Admin Boat and Admin Satellite

Reunions with Peter!!:

I actually adore this, like a lot k, bye

Tags: @iamnesta (if you want to be tagged in the next one, just tell me (: )


  • Okay so let’s say that Peter was away for about three weeks
  • You’d be hella worried about him
  • Cause he’s just such a smol bean ahhhh
  • Saying Goodbye was probably the hardest part
  • „Just promise me that you’ll stay hydrated, get enough sleep and take care of yourself okay?”
  • “I promise, if you don’t worry to much about me.”
  • „How could I not? My boyfriend is thousands of miles away from me. The chance that you find someone prettier, funnier and smarter than me is incredibly high.”


  • First of, Peter would blush cause you called him your boyfriend awww
  • Second, he’d immediately put a finger on your lips to shut you up
  • He’d say:
  • „No worries love, no one can compare to you. You’re the only one that I want.”
  • „I love you.”
  • „I love you so much more.”
  • Tony would watch you guys the entire time
  • He highkey ship it
  • Mostly because you’re not that kind of annoying, clingy girlfriend
  • „As much as I hate to say this, we need to leave now Peter.”
  • Not gonna lie there were a lot of tears
  • From the both of you
  • Mostly from Peter
  • „I’ll call you as soon as we’re landed.”
  • „Okay, take care of yourself Pete, I love you.”
  • „I love you more.”
  • Awwww i caaaaaan’t


  • So about one week and a half passed by
  • Then you got a call from Happy
  • „Hey Y/N, do you have a moment?”
  • “Yeah sure, is everything okay.”
  • „Actually… no. Peter got hurt.”

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Runner up. Second best. How do I know if I’m an upgrade or settlement? Everything I do, she did too, everything I say, she said her way. When you tell me you love me, do you mean like you loved her? Should that question even be past tense, or future?

That’s the thing about someone’s first love, it’s the baseline, the mark after which every love comes. How am I to know if you see her in me? Am I what you want, or is she what you need? I am trying so hard to fill in her shoes, to strut her stilettos, and shuffle her boots. Trying to curl my toes just so, in a way that tells you, “my heart’s yours, you know”.

But I worry that my feet are too big or too small. And they stretch out the hole or don’t fill it at all. I worry I can’t erase the space in your brain, the space that’s engraved with her heart and her face. And I worry and worry and love you to death, because coming in second is so hard to get. There is so much potential and so much to lose, because all I want to is to fill in her shoes.

— 

Second love // Mt

Prompt: anonymous

“Choose her everyday or leave her.

I spent 5 years hurting a good woman by staying with her but never fully choosing her.

I did want to be with this one. I really wanted to choose her. She was an exquisite woman, brilliant and funny and sexy and sensual. She could make my whole body laugh with her quick, dark wit and short-circuit my brain with her exotic beauty. Waking up every morning with her snuggled in my arms was my happy place. I loved her wildly.

Unfortunately, as happens with many young couples, our ignorance of how to do love well quickly created stressful challenges in our relationship. Before long, once my early morning blissful reverie gave way to the strained, immature ways of our everyday life together, I would often wonder if there was another woman out there who was easier to love, and who could love me better.

As the months passed and that thought reverberated more and more through my head, I chose her less and less. Every day, for five years, I chose her a little less.

I stayed with her. I just stopped choosing her. We both suffered.

Choosing her would have meant focusing every day on the gifts she was bringing into my life that I could be grateful for: her laughter, beauty, sensuality, playfulness, companionship, and so … much … more.

Sadly, I often found it nearly impossible to embrace – or even see – what was so wildly wonderful about her.

I was too focused on the anger, insecurities, demands, and other aspects of her strong personality that grated on me. The more I focused on her worst, the more I saw of it, and the more I mirrored it back to her by offering my own worst behavior. Naturally, this only magnified the strain on our relationship … which still made me choose her even less.

Thus did our nasty death spiral play itself out over five years.

She fought hard to make me choose her. That’s a fool’s task.

You can’t make someone choose you even when they might love you.

To be fair, she didn’t fully choose me, either. The rage-fueled invective she often hurled at me was evidence enough of that.

I realize now, however, that she was often angry because she didn’t feel safe with me. She felt me not choosing her every day, in my words and my actions, and she was afraid I would abandon her.

Actually, I did abandon her.

By not fully choosing her every day for five years, by focusing on what bothered me rather than what I adored about her, I deserted her.

Like a precious fragrant flower I brought proudly into my home but then failed to water, I left her alone in countless ways to wither in the dry hot heat of our intimate relationship.

I’ll never not choose another woman I love again.

It’s torture for everyone.

If you’re in relationship, I invite you to ask yourself this question: “Why am I choosing my partner today?”

If you can’t find a satisfying answer, dig deeper and find one. It could be as simple as noticing that in your deepest heart’s truth, “I just do.”

If you can’t find it today, ask yourself again tomorrow. We all have disconnected days.

But if too many days go by and you just can’t connect with why you’re choosing your partner, and your relationship is rife with stress, let them go. Create the opening for another human being to show up and see them with fresh eyes and a yearning heart that will enthusiastically choose them every day.

Your loved one deserves to be enthusiastically chosen. Every day.

You do, too.

Choose wisely.”

- Bryan Reeves

8

He had wrapped his cloak around her shoulders and sworn to protect her, but that was as cruel a jape as the crown the Freys had placed atop the head of Robb Stark’s direwolf after they’d sewn it onto his headless corpse. Sansa knew that as well. The way she looked at him, her stiffness when she climbed into their bed… when he was with her, never for an instant could he forget who he was, or what he was. No more than she did. She still went nightly to the godswood to pray, and Tyrion wondered if she were praying for his death. She had lost her home, her place in the world, and everyone she had ever loved or trusted. Winter is coming, warned the Stark words, and truly it had come for them with a vengeance. But it is high summer for House Lannister. So why am I so bloody cold?

AMERICAN GODS SENTENCE STARTERS

episode six - a murder of gods.

  • ❝ you saved me. thank you. ❞
  • ❝ you already know my name. ❞
  • ❝ what are they ?
  • ❝ oh motherfucker, you never just answer a fucking question
  • ❝ that’s not a question, ___ , a question would be: what do you believe you saw ?
  • ❝ i don’t know what i believe. ❞
  • ❝ it was a warning to me, and a sacrifice to them. ❞
  • ❝ sacrifice ? like –– like what, for –– for a god ?
  • ❝ what’s a god ? can we even know they exist ? people believe things, which means they’re real. that means we know they exist. so what came first ? gods ? or the people who believed in them ?
  • ❝ where was all this before i met you ?
  • ❝ there’s always a window. but people are frightened to look through it. it’s safer in the prison cell. ❞
  • ❝ we’re not safe now. ❞
  • ❝ who are you ?
  • ❝ i believe in some things. ❞
  • ❝ your wife obviously has a temper. not used to getting her way, huh
  • ❝ your dearly departed has departed and i suggest we should do the same. ❞
  • ❝ was she a ghost ? i mean, do you think you saw a ghost ?
  • ❝ you know, you’re not questioning any of this. i’m questioning everything right now. ❞
  • ❝ i’m not so young nor so narrow to assume the dead are dead, and there’s no spectrum or spectral in between. in my experience, the dead that aren’t rarely come back without purpose. ❞
  • ❝ her purpose was to let you go, now get in. ❞
  • ❝ now you’ve seen who’s after us, and you know what they’re capable of. you can hang around here if you want, but i’m getting out of here. ❞
  • ❝ fuck ! where the fuck is my car !
  • ❝ yes, it does belong to the dead woman, i am the dead woman. where’s my fucking car
  • ❝ first piece of luck i’ve had in days. ❞
  • ❝ worse things out tonight than you. ❞
  • ❝ isn’t she lovely ?
  • ❝ i’ve done the math. this times that equals you’re a cunt, divided by the only way i’m gonna get what i need is if you give it to me equals the only way you’re gonna give it to me is if you don’t need it. ❞
  • ❝ like my friend jesus christ, the only thing you need, ___ , is resurrection. ❞
  • ❝ did you just name drop jesus christ like you know a guy who knows a guy ?
  • ❝ i can be very convincing. ❞
  • ❝ is this you being convincing now ? because you suck at it. ❞
  • ❝ i’m trying to convince you to live. real living. not whatever rot living this is. ❞
  • ❝ why don’t you put that on your fucking scales and weigh it
  • ❝ what the fuck are you ? i mean, what the fuck are any of you, but first, tell me, what the fuck are you ? seriously, what the fuck are you ?!
  • ❝ please stop stealing my cab. ❞
  • ❝ i have been traveling in the direction of mecca for days, looking for a jinn. ❞
  • ❝ i’ll tell you where to find a whole murder of gods, demi and otherwise. every god damned one of them. ❞
  • ❝ i know a charm that can lift grief from a grieving heart. ❞
  • ❝ do you know a charm that can stop bleeding ?
  • ❝ i know a charm that can cure sickness and pain and a charm that can turn away the weapons of enemies. i know a charm that can heal with a touch. ❞
  • ❝ excuse the cold hands. ❞
  • ❝ there’s always been a god shaped hole in man’s head. trees were the first to fill it. ❞
  • ❝ mr. wood was the trees, mr. wood was the forest. see, he was a very old god who saw something very new. he saw a god fearing society turn towards complete industrialization. so what did he do ? he sacrificed his trees, he sacrificed his forest, and he became something else. ❞
  • ❝ well, at this stage it’s ‘we’ll see’, or, ‘time will tell’, but if it’ll rest your weary head, then yeah, it’s gone. ❞
  • ❝ religion inspires in those who fear nothing, fear of the gods, and using that fear requires a certain element of fucked up. ❞
  • ❝ i’m not scared of anything anymore. ❞
  • ❝ i’m scared you’re never gonna shut that flapping hole of yours. i’m sitting here having a fucking anxiety attack because i am genuinely terrified that you are never gonna shut the fuck up. ❞
  • ❝ did you kill ___ ? i won’t tell. ❞
  • ❝ my name is ___. or … it was ___. i do not know what my name is now. ❞
  • ❝ i just realized that i’m never gonna see my mother again. i’m never gonna hear her say my name again. i’m never gonna eat her cooking again. ❞
  • ❝ are you dead ?
  • ❝ this is my afterlife, ___. ❞
  • ❝ did you pray for another life
  • ❝ i do not pray to ask god for things. i pray to thank god, for bringing me where i am. to this time, to this place, where i finally know what i must do in this life. ❞
  • ❝ i pray i find ___. he is my afterlife. i knew him. we knew each other. and now i wish to know more. ❞
  • ❝ people will defend the warm safe feeling their america gives them. they will defend it with bullets. ❞
  • ❝ less a funeral than a celebration of a sacrifice. ❞
  • ❝ if i know my friend, somebody got tossed into the volcano. ❞
  • ❝ this was a human sacrifice ❞ 
  • ❝ that’s him. head of the crowd. the one they flock to. ❞
  • ❝ please, go in peace. ❞
  • ❝ what rock did you crawl out from under ?
  • ❝ playing a little hide and seek. hiding from the proverbial them, and seeking … you. ❞
  • ❝ i need you to believe in me. ❞
  • ❝ i’ve heard your name on the wind. ❞
  • ❝ we’re at war already, and we’re losing. you, me, all of us. they’re taking honey from our mouths. ❞
  • ❝ i have no use for shame. ❞
  • ❝ it’s easier to pass for the living in the dark, if i felt the need to pass. ❞
  • ❝ your heart’s not beating for this life anymore, ___. this life is done. ❞
  • ❝ that doesn’t obligate him to feel shit. ❞
  • ❝ perhaps i misjudged the kiss. ❞
  • ❝ death do us part, take the fucking hint. he’s gone. your man came, saw you, tasted death on your tongue, and he fucking left. ❞
  • ❝ your kind of love, ___, is the worst kind of love of them all. you can love somebody even when you know they don’t like it. even when you know they don’t want it. ❞
  • ❝ that’s some profound fucking knowledge for you right there, wrapped up in a quaint sexual metaphor. ❞
  • ❝ people do tend to behave if they know they’re being watched. they like being watched. ❞
  • ❝ somebody’s watching. somebody’s always watching. ❞
  • ❝ what did you do to become the god of this little universe that you’ve created ?
  • ❝ you’re no stranger to sacrifice. ❞
  • ❝ they don’t sacrifice anymore. not to me. ❞
  • ❝ you could always sacrifice yourself. you’ve done it before. ❞
  • ❝ you ever see a man hanged, ___ ? throat crushed, gasping for life. it’s a terrible way to find your faith. faith doesn’t have to leave the faithful dangling. ❞
  • ❝ you are what you worship. ❞
  • ❝ the power of fire is firepower. ❞
  • ❝ not god, but godlike. and they believe. ❞
  • ❝ god bless the believers. ❞
  • ❝ i’ll make you a blade worthy of a god. ❞
  • ❝ i know who he is, and who he’s always been. i can depend on that. ❞
  • ❝ you’re not here at the moment. you’re distracted. i wonder why. ❞
  • ❝ she’s out in the cold, but … she doesn’t feel it anymore. or maybe … maybe it’s all she feels, now. ❞
  • ❝ they make blood sacrifices to you. ❞
  • ❝ you could use a blood sacrifice. ❞
  • ❝ you sold us out. ❞
  • ❝ you saw what i was. i was a story people forgot to remember to tell. and they gave me a gun. they put power back in my hands. and i gotta tell you; it feels good. ❞
  • ❝ i never needed my religion to be moral. ❞
  • ❝ moralizing religions are materialistic ones. they all need their martyrs. ❞
  • ❝ i’m laying down a curse. i’m cursing the whole fucking thing. ❞
  • ❝ god is great. ❞
  • ❝ life is great. ❞

Award Show Season // H.S.

She stood at the dresser, heels kicked off to the side and her dress half way unzipped. She was finishing taking her hair down, pin by pin. She noticed Harry standing in the door way. His bow tie untied, hanging from his collar, his shirt almost all the way unbutton but still tucked into his trousers and bare foot. He watched her closely. She’d gotten him all kinds of worked up through the night. Not that she meant to. She rarely meant to but he just loved the way she looked in her dress. Looking so prim and proper beside him.

His tongue darted from his mouth for just a moment, wetting his lips before he spoke. She glanced over at him and felt her skin heating from his gaze. She knew what was about to happen but he loved her surprised looks when he threw her to the bed or kissed her hard. She went back to her own image, trying to ready herself for bed. Harry came up behind her, kissing down her neck lightly. She tried to contain a sigh as his hands slithered over her hips to her abs. His fingers dug into her satin covered flesh for just a moment. Harry’s strong hand slid down her thigh, making his intentions clear.

“They have no idea.” Harry whispered in her ear. She lifted her eyebrow as she watched him entwine her in his embrace. His lips skimmed up her soft neck, “They have no idea what you do to me.” He clarified. “They way you stare out over the auditorium with that little red painted pout. Asking me to kiss you, to devour your lips with mine.” He murmured against her ear as he swiped his thumb over her bottom lip. “The way you cross your legs like your hiding a little secret.” He smirked gliding his hand up her dress between her thighs. “They think that you’re so polite and adorable. They all thought that you were the good girl the way you hung off my arm. With the way that you stood there taunting me with your hips and those legs. They thought you were the perfect woman.” She chewed on her lip as he spoke to her. He was creating a fire within her. He knew it with the way he smirked and said, “But there is one thing that they don’t know. That they’ll never know.” She looked into his piercing green eyes through the glass. “They’ll never know what I do to you when the doors are closed. They’ll never know how you scream and the dirty things you say when I’m inside you, making you regret looking so proper and perfect.” Harry smirked even more feeling her melting against him. “They never would’ve guessed what I am about to do you to.” Harry whispered, making sure his lips brushed her ear and his breath rolled over her skin.

Harry grabbed her by her waist and tossed her onto the bed. She laid on her back, staring up at him, eager for him to make another move. She loved these moods of his. She loved the way he was demanding and ferocious. She loved the way he asserted himself and made her turn into a burning mass of desire. Harry knocked his knuckles against her thigh, signaling for her to spread her legs. When she did so without hesitation, he smiled.

“My baby knows what she needs now.” Harry snickered, kneeling between her legs. He grabbed the straps of her dress and pulled it off her with no resistance. He tossed the pricey garment to the floor like it was a rag. Harry bit his bottom lip to see she had on no bra and no panties. “Bad girl.” He chuckled leaning over to place a chaste kiss on her. She bit her own lips and reached for his shirt. She pulled his shirt from his trousers and finished unbuttoning it. Harry threw that to the ground as well. She sat up and grabbed the button of his trousers. Harry happily let her unbutton and unzip the pants then drag them down to the center of his thighs. Without a moment’s noticed she had her lips wrapped around his cock, sucking and licking. Harry groaned and buried his hands into her perfectly curled hair. “God they have no fucking idea what you do to me.” He hissed, feeling his now engorged cock hitting the back of her throat.

After another moment, Harry pulled himself from her mouth. He pushed her down onto the bed roughly, but not to hurt her. He removed his trousers quickly, not wanting to waste anymore time. When Harry crawled back onto the bed, between her legs, she smiled up at him, ready for whatever he was about to do to her.

“Do you want me, baby?” Harry asked her teasingly, lining his cock to her soaked cunt. She nodded slowly, he bottom lip between her teeth once again. She whimpered when he pushed just the tip inside. “Tell me.” He smirked when she whined as he pulled out. She stared at him with wide eyes. This game was new. He stuck just the tip in again, a whimper falling from her red painted lips. He pulled out, “Tell me you want me the way I’ve wanted you all night.” She opened her mouth to speak but couldn’t get the words out. She was to preoccupied with him teasing her with the tip of his huge dick. “Baby.” He teased again, it evident in his tone as well. Finally, she got fed up with his games. She sat up then pushed him to the side, making him land on the bed, on his back. She swung her leg over his hip in the most seductive way he’d ever seen. She sunk down on his cock with a heavy sigh.

“I want you.” She moaned as she began to rock her hips slowly. Harry struggled to breathe for just a moment because of the speed of events. “I want you.” She panted again. Harry brought her torso down to meet his. He meshed his lips to hers passionately. It was an interesting turn of events but he loved it. He gripped her hips tightly, to keep her where she was. He began to thrust upward quickly and with force. She cried out loudly into his neck and twisted the sheets beside his head. She tried to lift her hips to ease some of the pressure but Harry just held her where she was. Harry grunted lowly and in rhythm with his thrusts. He was giving it his all. She was going to be screaming his name. No one knew that his perfect princess of a wife could turn into a temptress with a salacious mouth. He wanted that side of her to come out. He loved it. He thrusted harder when she made that delightfully familiar squealing sound. She was about to come. Harry slammed her mouth onto his as he released one of her hips to caress her clit. She broken the kiss with a string of screamed profanities. Harry smirked and flipped them so she was pinned underneath his body.

“Are you ever going to act like that again at an award show?” He asked her with a deep and dominating tone.

“Every fucking time.” She replied with a smirk of her own. Harry slammed his still rock hard dick into her again, eliciting an earth-shattering moan from her lips. He felt his insides waver at the sound. Harry took her wrists in his hands and pinned them to the bed above her head. He pounded into her with force and speed again. Her moans and panting breaths were driving him closer to his own release but he loved playing with her like this. Harry was a bit shocked when she was able to free one of her wrists from his grip. She let her fingers dance down Harry’s side lightly, creating a trail of sensitive skin behind. He smiled gently at her when she gripped his rear. She smirked up at him before giving him a firm swat right on his ass cheek. Harry meshed his mouth to hers fiercely, biting her bottom lip to show his dominance. She screamed out another list of profanities as her insides clenched around his cock. Harry biting her lip had driven her over the edge. She laid shaking underneath him as he still drilled her with everything he had. Another orgasm coursed through her soon after, her body not being able to handle his strong thrusts and intense speed any longer.

Harry’s body grew weak and he started to moan louder. She moved her hips with his trying to bring him to his climax. His thrusts grew uneven and he couldn’t contain it anymore. His legs tensed and his dick twitched inside her. He groaned loudly and lustfully as he came, filling his wife with every ounce of his desire. He collapsed on top of her, exhausted from fucking so hard. She wrapped her arms around his neck and tangled her fingers in his hair. She kissed his shoulders and neck tenderly. Harry lifted himself from her body after just a moment of laying in her arms. He fell to the bed next to her. She smiled as she looked at her husband. His hair was a mess, sticking to his face because of how sweaty he was, but she loved it.

“Ever going to act like that at an awards show again?” Harry asked her with a knowing smile.

“Every fucking time, baby.” She replied with the same smile. Harry pulled her into his arms again. She rested her head on his chest and stroked his sweat soaked skin lovingly. They laid in silence for a long while, just listening to and feeling each other breathing.

“I’m going to have a bruise on my ass.” Harry laughed kissing his her hair lightly.

She looked up at him with sweet, tired eyes, “Sorry, honey.” She then stated, “My lip is bleeding a bit. I can taste it.”

Harry pecked her sweat covered forehead, “Sorry, love.” He then placed his mouth over hers. She moaned slightly when he began to caress her bottom lip with his tongue and suck on it gently, trying to ease the almost non-existent pain. “Maybe next time, we shouldn’t get so carried away.” He murmured backing away.

She shook her head with a smile, “Where’s the fun in that?” Harry smiled as well, not so worried that he’d been too aggressive toward her. “But next time…” She began. “I get to tell you how I feel about you watching me the way you were. All sexy with your bow tie and shirt undone.” She stated with a glint of mischief in her eyes.

Harry smirked, “Why wait?” She grinned as she sat up and he knew that he was in trouble.


I suck at smut :( I’m Sorry

Spider-Man was fucking DOPE!

Man, I haven’t seen a Spider-Man movie so good for a very long time. I disliked Garfield’s version and I wasn’t really expecting much from Tom Holland, but after Civil War, my hope actually did skyrocket. And Spider-Man: Homecoming has not disappointed me. Though, it had one small minus.

Spoilers ahead, obviously.

Here’s my list of things I totally loved:

  • Bear papa Tony Stark. Seriously. A++++ character development. Tony is nothing but a sweet angel, I promise. He doesn’t steal the show either.
  • HAPPY HOGAN HONESTLY I WAS SO HAPPY TO SEE YOU!!!!!
  • They chose not to follow the boring-to-death Mary Jane/Gwen Stacy bullshit, instead they chose a NORMAL high school-like hardcore crushing/relationship. Not the big, eternal love at the age of 15. Yes, Peter was clearly having strong feelings for Liz, but it wasn’t all unnecessarily too much. They kept it totally natural and realistic. I will love them forever for that.
  • Biracial relationship, biracial marriage. Nice.
  • Many POC characters.
  • Ned is basically me the entire movie, honestly
  • Did I mention they kept it all REAL? Peter cried more than once, because he was in danger, because he was confused, because he is still a kid. Yes, he is tough, he is smart, he is strong and brave, but he is also only 15 and he is allowed to be weak and to learn out of that. I think it was really, really awesome.
  • Zero plot holes. Like, literally, none. They packed it all up nicely, addressed issues from CA:CW and Avengers both 1 and 2. I wish all the other movies and TV-show makers would do the same with their stories.
  • Karen, the suit lady and her instant-kill mode. Yup.
  • The Bank of Queen’s scene, with criminals wearing Avengers’ masks, so a casual viewier would get the “they’re seen as cirminals now” vibe. Small thing, done mostly for fun, but I like it anyways.
  • PAPA BEAR TONY STARK SERIOUSLY I WILL NOT SHUT UP ABOUT IT
  • Also, Happy mentioned the plain contained “materials for Cap’s new shield”. I think I had an orgasm just by hearing that.
  • Oh and about Cap: I can’t even imagine the amount of fun Chris Evans had by jumping into his old Captain America costume just to film those lame educational movie clips
  • Also, the amount of trolling in the post-credit scene is strong. Very strong.
  • Assholes. Seriously. And Chris Evans’ shit-eating grin when Cap said “patience” was the worst. Fuck you, sir.


Things I did not like:

- Peppers Potts. What the even fuck. Like why? Where did she pop out from? Seriously? Just ????????


EDIT:

Ok guys, I feel like I need to clarify what I meant with Pepper.

It’s not that I don’t like Pepperony, or Pepper Potts herself. I freaking love Pepper Potts (as an individual character and not a part of Pepperony ship) and if Tony can’t be with Steve, then Pepper is honestly the best choice for him. (reason I’m saying Steve would be better is because Steve is much more understanding and delicate when it comes to Tony and that’s something Tony desperately needs)(but Stony can happen only if Stucky cannot tho. Stucky #1, always).

Anyway, all I’m saying is just that she popped out of the blue and it looked like nothing happened? Judging by Tony’s face in CA:CW when he said Pepper “needed a break”, it looked like she dumped him permanently, because she disliked his lifestyle and/or was too stressed herself (and that’s totally understandable, tho). It was probably the big drama effect that was meant to contribute to Tony’s general stress, frustration, and the feeling of not being in control of his life (again). I get it now after watching Spider-Man, it actually makes sense.

I just don’t like the way they put Pepper back in the story. Like nothing happened, like Tony was never heartbroken, and they’ve been happily together since 2008. Even though I love to see Tony happy and and head over heels in love, I wish they would save it to the Avengers movie and explain what actually happened between them and how did they resolve the conflict.

Pepper Potts is a strong and smart woman, she’s definitely the Stark Industry boss material, and of course she is a human being that’s constantly put into stressful situations thanks to Tony and his identity as Iron Man. I am not saying that she should block her own feelings just to make Tony happier, but if his lifestyle is too stressful for her and she cannot accept it, maybe it would be better if they weren’t together. Not because they’re not in love, but because Tony needs someone who will stay with him no matter what. He needs this psychological and emotional stability, and I don’t think it does him any good if Pepper constantly changes her mind whether to be or not to be with him. Either she stays and accepts him, and Tony of course does everything to soothe her stress, or they split. I just don’t like the emotional roller coaster Tony is constantly put through: he deserves cuddles, soft kisses and patience. Pepper deserves psychological stability, too.

That’s why I disliked the way they put them back together: I simply cannot know how they resolved the conflict. I miss it, because I wanted to see if they’re actually doing it properly this time. If they did, then I’m totally happy for Pepper’s return too.

Les Mis Characters as Things My Mom Has Said To Me
  • Valjean: Orange is the New Black is just lesbian porn with emotions
  • Javert: I will chase you to the ends of this earth just to slap you if you ever run away
  • Fantine: It pains me to see you ill but give me the fucking Theraflu
  • Cosette: Don't care about your allergies, these flowers brighten up the room
  • Enjolras: When I was your age I was dropping so much acid. I'm glad your teenage rebellion focuses on social justice, at least
  • Combeferre: I was valedictorian and had my Ph.D by 24, and you're telling me women can't be Pope?? How did I never know that?
  • Courfeyrac: (after I fainted while helping her plant) DON'T YOU DARE DIE IN MY GARDEN, FUCKER
  • Grantaire: You are going to die alone and miserable if you keep that cynicism up
  • Joly: (while I was in the hospital) I'm so glad, they have such good Jell-o here. I don't know what brand it is but I love it.
  • Bousset: I know I am not looking at you with a shaved head. I *know* you did not just shave your head in my fucking house...
  • Bahorel: Remember when I made you kickbox in 3rd grade and you broke your hand on day one?
  • Feuilly: She's a drug addict and a felon but she's your grandmother so give her the Vicodin
  • Jehan: When I was pregnant we really thought you were going to be a ginger
  • Marius: I actually dropped out of college for 3 days but then I panicked and went back
  • Eponine: It's good you're gay. Men are pigs. They'll marry you for your money and never do a single load of laundry, ever. Not one. I bet your father has no idea how to even work a washing machine. The gays don't have that problem
  • Montparnasse: (talking about a heart transplant her boyfriend was doing) Yeah so he stole this guy's heart and was elbow's deep in a lady's chest and made it home for dinner. He's a keeper