i don't think i have to put any warnings on this

story time: presidential edition
  • so you know how everyone has a story
  • you know
  • like the story
  • like if you’re at a party and someone turns to you and says, tell the story
  • and you know exactly what they mean
  • the story
  • well 
  • i have a story
  • and not unlike most good stories, it involves three key components:
  • barack obama
  • pre-2008 reebok sneakers 
  • and the absolute earth-shattering horror you can only feel after making the worst mistake of your life

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anonymous asked:

If you have the time and if you don't mind, what are some books you really recommend? Doesn't have to be all time faves, but anything that pops into mind that you want more ppl to read and love, Extra points if lgbt+ , i got the whole summer with little to do and i wanna spend it reading some good quality writing and honestly so far your recs have introduced me to so many faves its unbelievable

[blushes profusely] oh wow, thank you!!!  i’m so glad you’ve trusted me enough to check out some of the stuff i reblog; that is like the ultimate compliment, i can’t even???  i don’t mind at all(!), fair warning though: i only started recording what i read partway through last year and my mind is like a sieve so i’ll do my absolute best to remember what’s sang to me in the recent past.  warning number two: i’m in an open relationship with absolutely every genre out there so i’ll try to note which belongs where so you can avoid those that hold no interest for you.

LGBT+

  • i’ll give you the sun.  i loved this book, the writing is fucking transformative and all the characters are so damn likable, while still being realistically flawed human beings.
  • the raven cycle (tetralogy).  definitely my favorite series since harry potter.  the writing, the world-building, the characters, it’s all on top-form.  i wrote a little, mini non-spoilery review of it: here, back when i was better (worse?) wordly-wise and my feels were brand new.
  • more happy than not.  i’m still not sure how i feel about this book.  it was hard, but it felt very true to the characters and the lingo and style matched the ages of the players and i have a lot of respect for that.
  • the watchmaker of filigree street.  woooow i loved this book.  i admit ‘historical fiction’ kind of makes me cringe.  it never precludes me from reading a book but it does knock it down the list by a book or five because they’re often very dense and very clunky and end up taking me ages to get through.  but this one was gorgeous.  i loved the plot, the attention lovingly placed on every character and the historical elements.  the surprise gay in an already brilliant book felt like winning the lottery honestly.
  • captive prince (trilogy).  okay, truthfully, i’m only putting this on here because the second book is such a high point for me.  it was never bad at any point but it had unfortunately been hyped far too much for it to live up to my, admittedly, very high expectations.  hopefully it’ll fare better with you?
  • everything i never told you.  i go back and forth on this one.  i like the writing a lot, i like the LGBT aspect a lot, and i like the mystery aspect a lot but there are definitely characters i would cut out entirely for sheer predictability if i could and that killed a lot of my enjoyment at the time (but i think much more highly of it in retrospect?).  so, take that as you like.
  • aristotle and dante discover the secrets of the universe.  if there’s a book that handles its characters with more care or respect or consideration then i haven’t run into it.  i love the way this is written and the people it’s populated with.
  • flying lessons & other stories.  a bunch of uber talented authors writing a bunch of uber diverse and LGBT-focused stories and, yes, that is exactly as awesome as it sounds.
  • the song of achilles.  it is utterly heart-breaking but so rich, honestly.

FANTASY

  • the diviners.  (also has a minor LGBT character, who may play a bigger role in the sequel?)  fair warning, i have not read the sequel, lair of dreams, because it is somehow still not out in paperback (yes, i read physical books, yes, i pretty exclusively read paperbacks so i can lug them everywhere with me, YES, I PRE-ORDERED THIS ALMOST TWO YEARS AGO AND IT’S STILL NOT OUT, NOT THAT I’M BITTER ABOUT THAT OR ANYTHING) so i can’t speak to that one finishing on a high note as i don’t know.  but this was the first historical novel i managed to like in a long while.  it does such a good job of fusing in 1920s lingo and dress and aspects that i couldn’t help but love it.  add in the fantasy elements and i can admit i’m the perfect sucker for it.
  • the scorpio races.  i’m not sure why but it took me a long-ass time to get into this book, i wasn’t flipping pages with gusto until well towards the end but - especially as i was reading so much YA at the time - i really appreciated coming across a romance that lets both people come into it as themselves and stay themselves, neither puck nor sean were ever smashed or crumpled or shaved away to fit into their relationship, which was so refreshing.  plus the water horses were fucking cool.
  • the night circus.  the writing, the atmosphere, the circus.  just… it is all very whoa.
  • all the birds in the sky.  i loved this writing style and these characters and the magical elements.

CONTEMPORARY

  • i’ll meet you there.  there was something about this and i just… ended up liking it way more than i expected to.  i might’ve just read it at exactly the right time, i’m not sure, but i really enjoyed it.
  • the invoice.  this is honestly just hella cute and so freaking surreal.  swedes, man.

NON-FICTION

  • why not me?  i like mindy kaling a lot.  i make no apologies for that.  plus you can read both her books in about five seconds, haha.

SCIENCE FICTION

  • station eleven.  i loved this book.  the way the narrative is woven is so refreshing and i wish the comic book miranda was writing in this book was a real thing more than anything else in the woooorld.
  • illuminae.  hot DAMN this book was cool.  the plot was rock solid, the characters were hilarious and badass and the graphics made out of text and spiraling words and just the way this thing is put together?  shit, it’s worth your money and then some.
  • a robot in the garden.  okay this is just cute as hell.  i can’t even with tang, he’s the most adorable robot to ever adorable.
  • annihilation (southern reach trilogy).  (LGBT minor characters.)  okay, honestly?  i don’t know.  this was freaking zany but i was invested as fuck in all the kookiness for reasons i can’t articulately elaborate on.
  • the martian.  hilarious, engaging, SPACE.  what more do you want?

HORROR

  • things we lost in the fire.  this is more atmospheric than anything but, damn, could this get me wishing i wasn’t reading this in the dark or looking over my shoulder to make absolutely sure no one was standing behind me.  it’s a book of short stories (by the way, i love books of short stories and i definitely realize that is not true for everyone) and each one is so well-delivered and stylized.  i really enjoyed reading this.
  • let the right one in.  okay, this is legit horror so definitely stay away if you’re easily squicked out but it is harrrrrd to find good horror (at least in my opinion) and this definitely, definitely qualifies.
  • horrorstör.  i honestly had such low expectations for this, a horror story set in a wannabe-ikea, but it ended up being so ridiculous and strange and funny that i was won over by the finish.
  • the girl with all the gifts.  holy unique and well-executed zombie idea, batman!

SHORT STORIES

  • the bigness of the world.  there were definitely ones here that hit better than others but the ones i liked, i really liked!

GRAPHIC NOVELS (i read a lot of these so, um, prepare yourself)

  • saga.  (LGBT minor characters as well.)  this is world-building to a degree that i’m convinced did not exist before.  just, i can’t say enough amazing things about this series and the staggering amount of imagination that regularly goes into it.
  • ms. marvel.  heart-warming as fuck.  it’s definitely really easy to lose faith in the world these days, luckily kamala is there to remind you that people are primarily and genuinely good.
  • black science.  this is another one that took just an insane amount of imagination to cook up.  i got off to kind of a rocky start with this one but the gray-ness of all the characters really speaks to me, and that doesn’t really blossom until later in the series.
  • spider-man/deadpool.  this was very satisfying for my super duper spideypool-shipping mind.  joe and ed did us so good, and joe basically said in his sign-off: i made it absolutely as gay as they would let me, haha.
  • the wicked + the divine.  (LGBT minor characters that you’re going to get way too attached to, and retroactively.  it’s awful [sobs].)  the concept for this, gods reincarnating into teenagers before they burn up their hosts after a predetermined set of time, is so fucking cool.  the humor and the characters and the plot is all just aces.
  • iceman (LGBT MAIN CHARACTER).  okay, so this just started.  like issue #2 was only released days ago but 1) i am liking it so far and 2) marvel did it so dirty and barely advertised bobby - an openly homosexual superhero - was getting his own series, like, i found out about it the day before it went on sale and i keep my ear fairly close to the ground (not as close as some BY A LOT, but closer than the lay person i’d say) so if you can support it, please do!  pre-orders mean a lot in terms of numbers. :))))
  • descender.  admittedly, this starts out rooough.  because the main character, TIM-21 (and his little dog too), are annoying as hell.  he’s an android so there’s no dimension to him so he’s booooring as all get out but i am so glad i stuck with it through to the next trade because, probably picking up on the unsustainability of him as a main character, he gets shuffled off and the side characters get the stage and they rock so hard.
  • paper girls. (LGBT main characters.)  i’m kind of just convinced that brian k. vaughan can do no wrong at this point.  his plots are so tight and mind-blowing and badass.
  • monstress.  here’s a little tid-bit about me: female comic book writers are 100% more likely to get my money and my time because they are so damn rare and this series is unique, badass, and eye-opening.
  • black monday murders.  i’m a little premature with this since there’s only one volume and i usually try to wait until there are at least two but i check up on a volume two a lot so that definitely means something intrigued me!
  • nailbiter.  okay, i haven’t read the final volume yet ‘cause i’m reluctant to let it go but, so far, a series about multiple serial killers all being from the same town has me VERY HOOKED.

i wish i could remember more but this is honestly way better than i expected to do, haha.  they’re definitely not all my all-time faves but they’re ones that have stuck with me for one reason or another and that i didn’t feel i wasted my time on, so that’s something, right?  i hope this helps get you started and that you don’t think too awfully of me when you inevitably run across ones that aren’t your cup of tea!

Ireland vs Storm Ophelia

Okay so thought I’d let you tumblr guys know some stuff/warnings about Storm Ophelia

  • It’s due to hit Monday 16th (aka tomorrow). Apparently Kerry will face it around 6am.
  • There is a red weather warning for Galway, Mayo, Clare, Cork and Kerry, Limerick, Waterford and Wexford.
  • The rest of the country has an Orange weather warning but that can probably change so be aware
  • There is a high chance of power cuts so remember to get lots of bottled water, torches, candles etc.
  • Charge your phone to 100% and if there are power outages DO NOT use your phone in case you need it for an emergency. Read a book instead or something.
  • In case of floods protect all important documents and stuff. Put all valuable items in high presses.
  • Stock up on food too (Last time we had a storm this bad we forgot to buy food for the house and it was awful)
  • For people who have anxiety about the storm remember that this is only temporary weather and do whatever you can to keep yourself calm. Whether that is reading, drawing or keeping yourself busy by cleaning the house. The storm won’t last forever and I promise you’ll be safe.
  • Check whether or not your school/work has been cancelled to avoid any unnecessary travel

Okay that’s all I can think of at the moment but if anyone wants to add anything to the list feel free to write away. Stay safe Xx

~From Sour to Sweet~

When you find a new friend in the strangest way.

cat hybrid!yoongi/reader

Word Count: 5,704

What were you thinking?

You don’t know what possessed you to go to a hybrid adoption facility and want to pick out a hybrid of your own. You felt bad that you could only choose one of the many hybrids presented before you. All were of various species accentuated with different colors, shapes, and sizes.

“You can go in if you want.” The employee next to you responds, having spotted you looking at the hybrids through the glass window.

The room was pretty spacious but you were afraid that if you went inside you would try and take them all home with you. It looked like a cross between a playground and recreational room. There were beds for them to sleep, a TV off to the side, and lots of blankets and pillows.

“If there’s one you want to interact with personally, we have rooms available for you, if you’re not comfortable going inside with all of them. It can get overwhelming sometimes.”

You watched all the hybrids for a bit. There were a couple of rabbits running around in a game of chase, bounding through the other hybrids as well as hopping over stray toys and scattered furniture pieces. The foxes were playing with a soccer ball, rolling it back and forth and a few of them even went to mess with the other hybrids nearby. Literally all of the dog hybrids were play wrestling each other and you could see tufts of fur flying through the air. Most of the cats were either asleep or lazily tossing balls of yarn here and there.

You notice a small white cat hybrid tucked away from everyone else, including the other cats, curled up in a ball high on top of one of the shelves. He wasn’t sleeping, rather he was lying there and observing all the other hybrids with a smidge of boredom adorning his features, white tail flicking lazily back and forth like a pendulum. His white ears contrasted the black locks of his hair as they twitched to each of the sounds. You noticed that he looked…lonely, yet there was a hint of sadness somewhat hidden in his eyes, and your heart ached at the sight.

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SPOTTING MANIPULATORS ONLINE.

in light of a lot of people feeling manipulated by a friend they trusted,  i thought it might be in everyone’s interest to list some of the signs to look out for   !   manipulation is an everyday thing   —   you’re not stupid for not realising and you are entirely justified in whatever anger or upset you may be feeling.   it is,  at its simplest,  a form of pure exploitation and you’ll find it’s sadly happened to more people in the tumblr roleplay community than you might think.

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The Handmaid’s Tale: marketing, then and now

Comparing the Hulu adaptation of The Handmaid’s Tale to the 1990 version is… weird, because the old one seems to have been made with a “haha, this could never happen; let’s play it like a fun adventure thriller and sell it as sexy as possible!” kind of attitude. I mean, the trailer has this bouncy narration that starts with “once upon a time…” and turns the dystopian element into more of a soap opera.

And just take a look at the promotional art:

(…I don’t think that was the message of the book, guys. Sure, Offred was longing for human touch, or pretty much any kind of human connection, but I think that the book was more about women being reduced to wombs with legs, not state-owned prostitutes… It was about the desperation of needing to give birth or face punishment. Everything about this dystopia was hyper-de-sexualized.)

Oh, and my favorite:

“A psychosexual movie shocker.” With what looks like half the cover of a cheesy romance novel, minus some buff shirtless guy.

(I also think it’s kind of funny that they say “once upon a time in the near future” sex became used for control and domination, as if rape and prostitution haven’t existed for centuries… but okay…)

I’ll admit I haven’t seen this version (or the Hulu one, for that matter), but I do appreciate that they cast a properly old and creepy man in the part of the Commander, and a properly aged woman for his Wife. The Hulu casting is a little youthful, if you ask me; the book characters felt very weathered, and I think it mentioned that they were supposed to be quite a bit older than Offred. Her “affair” with the Commander is supposed to feel very weird and unsettling, partially because he’s this old man who wants someone to play Scrabble with and dress up in sequins.

Anyway, then we had what I call the “holy shit these dystopias are too real” phase, culminating with the new Hulu adaptation of this particular dystopia, which is waaaay too relevant to today’s issues.

See? This is how you depict the feeling of objectification. Not with a topless woman bathed in flattering lighting – by objectifying a woman yourself, you’re not sending a message so much as continuing the trend. Especially when you sell your film as some kind of sexy romance. “Branded, sold, controlled: she belongs to The State” doesn’t quite cut it; this very simple, very clear message does. Offred is no longer human, she doesn’t have a face; she is just an object. Objectified.

(This also has some fantastic layering because it recalls the messages that you might find scrawled across the bathroom mirror meant to demean other girls; part of Gilead’s system involves pitting women against each other: Wives against Handmaids, Handmaids against Aunts, even Handmaids against each other out of jealousy and in the Red Center with their slut-shaming. To stay in power, the men at the top make sure that the women below them are too occupied with resenting each other that they forget to look up at who the real enemy is.)

*holy FUCK*

Now THAT is how you market a dystopia. This story is not some scandalous fantasy set in the near-but-distant future; it’s a warning, of what might be lurking just around the corner. The Handmaid’s Tale is an incredibly frightening book to read today, because of the things that are being allowed to happen in our society. It shows what happens when we let sexism flourish, when ecological and political crises make us paranoid enough about national security that we let the people in power take away our rights. It is a fucking nightmare.

SFW roll: Nat 1 "She's not entirely blind"

Hey There! Same poster from “The Dragon is a very precise creature.” I thought this would be funny enough to put on this blog, but it has a bit of nsfw language involved so warning a bit!

Context: Homebrew campaign and as of now they have gotten a bit deeper into the kingdom of Brightwood, the only kingdom of the game’s main plot. The Redbrands are a group of now reformed and underground rebel army. There is a dragonborn entering the library to find something on a map and need to go through the librarian first.

Me(DM): As you enter the library, you notice it lit with lanterns and candles near every bend, vines and flowers all over the walls.

Dragonborn: “Alright then, pardon me m'am? Can you tell me where the librarian is?”

Me(as the librarian): “Yes, I am her, I am Ms. Soundinghorn.”

Me(ooc): As you talk to her, you notice she is blind, but infact her eyes glow a faint gold. This is a special magic exclusive to her, “Life Sense,” Pretty much she can sense life in a 120 ft. radius, she can tell what it’s shaped like, any details. Pretty much think daredevil.

Dragonborn(ooc): So she could tell if I pull out my-

Me: Yes.

Dragonborn(ooc): Can I? *does it anyways*

Me: She calls it small and to put it away before she calls the town army. Btw, you’re a hero and you’re doing something illegal. Take 5 damage for burn damage.

(After that I sent time backwards so he could try again.)

anonymous asked:

I've seen that you don't really support Teddy/Victoire as a romantic couple. Thats ok ( I personally do because they have this weird connection: their fathers being attacked by a Greyback, their mothers having unusual powers, dating since 2014 at Quidditch cup, and we know JK loves those kind of details..) My question is: why Teddy and James S? Why specificly them? Why not Teddy/Louis, Teddy/Fred II, Teddy/Hugo? And Teddy and James being godbrothers is a little iffy to me to see them as a couple

okay
(before we start I’d like to mention that I ship james sirius and teddy in an au where their age gap is about 3 years)
so this might not sound like a good enough reason for many people but it’s just how I see things so just let me ramble for a sec (warning: I’m just bitter)

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13luecloud  asked:

Hi! (LOL, I'm so awkward. 😂) I have a question: do you have tips on writing striking first (and last) sentences? Whenever I try to start writing I always stress a lot on the first sentences (and the last ones) because I believe readers remember them the most. Often I back down from writing because I don't believe the first sentence is good enough. I've been reading stories and books and observed how they do it to help myself to do better, but I still end up with the same problem.

Writing Striking First and Last Lines

Listen up, and listen well: the first sentence of your first draft is allowed to be terrible.  It is not a reflection on your skills as a writer, and certainly not any indication of how the rest of your draft will be. Beginnings are stressful as hell, but you shouldn’t let it get in your way. 

Some people have first sentence block, some people have first page block. They start writing, can’t think of anything good enough, and end up staring at a blank document for hours, waiting for inspiration to strike and a perfect first sentence to appear on the screen. My advice? Don’t wait for inspiration, you’ll never get anything done that way. 

Let’s look at the function of first and last lines. I’ll use examples from one of my favourite books, Uprooted by Naomi Novik.

First Line:

The first sentence needs to pose a “why” question to the reader. 

Our Dragon doesn’t eat the girls he takes, no matter what stories they tell outside our valley.” 

So, this tells me that the protagonist lives in a valley with a somewhat notorious Dragon. This Dragon takes girls away, but doesn’t eat them. 

I’m immediately left wondering, who is this Dragon and why doesn’t he eat girls? Why does he take girls if not to eat them? 

I’m left curious, but not confused. I want to know why, and so I’m going to read on. This is an excellent first sentence that does its job of hooking the reader. 

Last Line (!!Spoiler Warning!!)

The last sentence needs to answer that question, or if there is a sequel, hint at a new question. 

““Come and meet my mother,” I said. I reached out and took his arm.”

 These are the last two sentences, but they’re short and work well together. 

Throughout the novel, we’re presented with many questions. The initial “Who is the Dragon?” quickly develops to a “Who will Dragon become to our protagonist?” and this last line answers it. (Of course, there are questions of the “Will the world be saved?” variety in the middle).

This ending is also a reflection of the beginning. The story starts when the Dragon unexpectedly takes our seemingly unremarkable protagonist into his world. The story ends with our protagonist taking the Dragon into hers. We’ve come to full circle, and this last line gives us closure.

When we first start writing our story, we often only have a vague idea of the questions that we’ll be presenting to our readers. These questions become clearer as we write on.  

And remember, people often start their story in the wrong place. They start it too early, or maybe too late. They’re looking for a perfect first line in the wrong place. Imagine that, the first line that you spent days and days on being scrapped in revisions. 

The best advice I can give is this: if the first sentence/paragraph/page is holding you back, then start at the second. Put it aside, start writing your your story at a place you feel comfortable and confident, orient yourself and then come back later. The most important thing to do is write.

Don’t stress it, give it a go, and you may find that somewhere down the line, a perfect first line may come to you. 

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mirajanekpopgirl28  asked:

"I don't want to be alone right now." Ladrien

“Ladybug?”

She really hoped to escape that stuffy ballroom full of people she didn’t know undetected but here he was, catching her practically at the door.

“You’re leaving already?”

“Yeah,” she nervously chuckled, hoping he wouldn’t realize that she wasn’t that thrilled about coming here in the first place but as the hero of Paris she couldn’t refuse the public invitation from Gabriel Agreste himself. “You see- I have this other- another thing- thing to do-”

“Is there any way you can stay?” Adrien asked nevertheless. He rarely was so bold. That caught her off guard. “I don’t want to be alone right now and we both know that all those people in there are here for my father and his celebrity rather than me and my twenty-fifth birthday.”

“It does look like everyone here is either famous or old,” Ladybug sighed. “I wonder, though, why Chat Noir hasn’t shown up. He was invited as well, wasn’t he?” She really need to kill him one of those days for bailing on her without a warning when he knew she hesitated to accept. “I swear, that cat is so irresponsible sometimes!”

“I’m sure he has a good reason to skip such a grand affair,” Adrien chuckled. “Listen, since it’s so boring in there, maybe we should go out to the balcony? I could use some fresh air right about now.”

For a moment, the girl hesitated. On the one hand, Ladybug really wanted to leave so she could stay on track with her determination to get over him, a decision Marinette made about six months ago and was resolute to fulfill. After all, as a twenty-four-year-old who had never been in a romantic relationship (due to her hopeless pining for Adrien that entire time), she had finally decided that enough was enough. She started acting. She took down all the posters, she threw out all the magazines and minimized their meetings. She even moved across the city under the pretense of a new job just so she would see him less, sacrificing her dream of working at Gabriel in the process. She couldn’t say she was successful yet and time alone with Adrien would definitely not help. For all intents and purposes, she should probably refuse…

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anonymous asked:

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

(Part One)

Numbers sleeps out by the Envies some nights.

 Most nights. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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anonymous asked:

I've personally seen a lot of illegal stuff with domestics this year. People seem to think that just because they found a dog or cat outside, that it solely belongs to them and they don't have to wait to work on it. There's also been people buying illegal domestic stuff, which of course we all know is illegal. Like goodbye 2017, may the law catch those who willfully break it in 2018.

Ugh. Friendly reminder to everyone: in most places, pets are legally considered property. Dead or not, it legally belongs to someone. If you do not try to find the rightful owner, this IS considered theft, and IS punishable by law. This is only one reason why it’s recommended to find the rightful owner of a domestic animal for at least a month. And this goes for any domestic, by the way. Cow, horse, goat, pig, sheep, duck, chicken, snake, etc. Unless the carcass is rotten beyond recognition or just bones or something you need to try to find its original owner.

Not to mention it’s completely heartless not to. I’ve had a dog who was hit and killed by a car, and had several friends whose cats went missing and at least one who later turned up as roadkill. I’ve also worked for animal services for a city, where we were responsible for roadkill pickup. I cannot even begin to explain how important it is for an owner to have some closure and know what happened to their pet, even if the truth is very grim and upsetting. At least you know what happened. And some people may really, really want the body back so they can bury it or cremate it or whatever they may do (I have a non-vulture vegan friend who got her cat’s skull cleaned and put it on display, so honestly you never know!). Don’t rob someone of that.

Finally, STOP TRYING TO SELL CAT AND DOG PELTS! Don’t try to trade for it. Don’t do some kind of work-around. This is all very illegal and serious business. Warn anyone you see doing this, and if they ignore your warning honestly go report them. If you are willfully breaking the law I’m sorry but we don’t need you in the community.

Teen Wolf Imagine- What Happened To Y/N? Part4

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Welcome back, hope you’re enjoying the series. Tell me in the comments which part has been your favourite so far x

Malia’s Pov

“Hey” Scott greeted, as Malia and Kira entered and joined the others. “Did you get the text with everything we know so far?” Lydia asked. Kira nodded in agreement and flashed a small smile, Malia however let out a small growl at Isaac. “Malia, he doesn’t know anything that we don't” Stiles interrupted. “He could be lying” she retort. “He’s not” Scott interrupted, referring to Isaac’s heartbeat and loyal nature. “So what’s next?” Kira diffused. “Someone has been beating the shit out of her, to say the least” Stiles told. “Do you know if she had any problems with anyone or?” Allison asked to the group. They all had deep thought, but no one could think of anything. “The day she went missing, she came home injured, and I never got the chance to find out what happened to her” Scott stated, looking down. Malia’s heartbeat rose, drawing the attention of the werewolves. “Oh god” she mumbled, drawing the attention of everyone else. “What?” Kira asked. “I know who did that to her” she claimed. “Who?” Scott asked. “I did that” she said bluntly, looking down. “What do you mean, you did that?” Stiles asked with a firm tone. “I promise you, it’s not what it sounds like-” she tried to justify. “Why would you do that?” Lydia asked appalled. “Just let me explain!” Malia snapped. “Explain what? Trying to give Y/n brain damage?” Isaac said sarcastically. Everyone glanced at Scott, who gave a small nod for them to listen to what she had to say. “I got into a little trouble and Y/n promised to help, without telling anyone” she began. “How does this link to you beating her up, In advance?” Stiles questioned. “I didn’t beat her up, but the people I was in trouble with did, so it’s my fault” her voice cracked at the last part. Everyone sighed slightly, feeing more relieved that Malia didn’t actually beat the living daylights out of you. “Tell us what happened” Scott said, a lot more sympathetically. Malia nod and began.

When I was looking for the Desert Wolf, I crossed a group of people I shouldn’t have-” . It turned out that Malia wasn’t the only one looking for her, the Calaveras had run into trouble with her in Mexico and didn’t take too kindly in having anyone else getting involved. Malia being Malia, ignored their warning and carried on her search. You came into the equation when they came looking for her in Beacon Hills, she was in trouble and didn’t want to tell the pack because it was her mess and she didn’t want anyone to suffer because of her. Ironically, the pair of you ended up running for your lives more than once. She didn’t want you to get sucked up into it of all people, but you insisted on helping her because you knew she would do the same for you. Human or not, she was your friend and you wasn’t going to let her go through anything alone. “How long has this been going on for?” Allison asked. “A few months” she answered. “Wait, so this arrangement you two had going on, has been over months?” Stiles asked in shock. “Carry on” Lydia leaned in, intrigued by what Malia was saying. “Y/n and I, headed out of town for the afternoon after hearing that the Desert Wolf was going to be there-” she began. “And it was a set up?” Isaac presumed. “We didn’t even get that far” she claimed. It was the day of your disappearance. Malia had skipped school that day, because she needed to meet up with Braeden for information. You had been waiting for a text all day, which you eventually got at lunch. You didn’t want to open it in front of the pack, because you knew they’d sense that was something was up, which they did. You skipped your last period and met up with Malia outside of school. “We need to go now, before the Calaveras get there” she stated. You were both moving at a quick pace, as you ran down the stairs to the carpark. “How? My mom borrowed my car to get to work” you questioned. “So, we’ll take Stiles’ jeep” she shrugged carelessly, as you reached it. You stared at her hesitantly for a moment. Stiles was staying to help out Lacrosse practice, so you knew you could return it before he noticed. She then hit the side of the door, causing it to fling open. You then both proceeded to climb in. “Do you know how to hotwire a car?” she asked. “Of course I do” you scoffed. “You took my jeep!” Stiles accidently shouted, interrupting the story. Malia looked at him calmly. “Yes” she replied bluntly. She then continued before he could go on an hour long rant. 

You had been driving for about an hour, when you decided to pull up and put some gas in the jeep. Malia was waiting beside the jeep to get some fresh air, while you walked into the station to pay. You began to make your way back to her, when a group of blacked out cars pulled up and bright lights beamed in your face. Oh god. “Malia go now, they’re here!” you shouted, running past her. She immediately ran behind you, as you both climbed back into Stiles’ jeep and began to drive off. “Are they following us?” you shouted, not wanting to look. She simply growled and withdrew her claws. “I’ll take that as a yes” you complained, turning left off the road. They followed you for a mile, until the pair of you eventually came to a halt at a dead end. “Fuck” you muttered, hitting your hands off the steering wheel. You turned after hearing Malia unbuckle her seatbelt, seeing her getting out of the car and approaching the oncoming group. You sighed and reluctantly unbuckled your seatbelt and followed behind her. Their leader Araya Calavera stepped forward, coming face to face with a very angry Malia. Her followers immediately raised their guns at the pair of you. “Back off” the women simply spoke. “She’s my mother, isn’t she” Malia retort, glowing her eyes blue. “I made a deal with Scott to keep the peace, not you” she spoke again. Respect is a clear theme for the Calaveras, and Malia had no intentions of backing down. “Stay away” she ordered. “Make us” Malia growled. She stood her ground and smiled, before she pulled out an electrocuting rod and began to shock her with it. “Malia!” you called, but as you began to run over to her, another struck you in the head with the back of his gun. You were both on the ground as she towered above you, “Final warning, stupid girls” she shook her head in disapproval and began to walk away. Malia was holding her ribs in pain, and you felt the back of your head bleeding. You and Malia titled your heads to look at each other, she nod to give you the signal of defeat. “No, screw her” you muttered. You picked up the closest object to you, which happened to be a stupid pebble and threw it at the back of her head. “Y/n” Malia sighed, grabbing you and pulling the both of you up as quick as she could. You ran to the jeep, barely avoiding gunfire and reversed the hell out of there, managing to avoid running anyone over-. “Long story short, they caught up with us again, a small fight occurred once more, we got the message of staying away, Deaton patched us up, we returned Stiles’ jeep (after removing several bullets), and we went home and got ready for the pep rally” she finished.

“You’ve got to be kidding me” Lydia said, shaking her head. Everyone there in fact, had wide eyes and were in complete disbelief. “Where do we even begin?” Stiles gasped. “You almost got shot?” “The Calaveras?” “Could the pair of you be more stupid” “That is completely insane” they all began to say at once. “I know” Malia stared down at the floor guiltily. Scott wasn’t mad, she could have gotten you killed, but he knew you wouldn’t be able to live with yourself if anything had happened to Malia. “So the Calaveras must have her, maybe they took her to prove a point” Kira synthesised. “No, we would have gotten a message from them by now, like when they took Derek and Peter” Lydia claimed. “Well if they do have her, it’s only fair that I go alone. I got her in this mess and I’ll get her out of it” Malia still couldn’t hide the sadness in her voice, she felt terrible for making you keep such a huge secret like that, especially when it could have been the one to cause your disappearance. “No, Lydia’s right. The Calaveras wouldn’t keep her without letting us know. Y/n is human and they hunt the supernatural, it wouldn’t make sense for them to take her” Stiles inputted. “Lets get this cleared up, Y/n was hurt the night of the pep rally because of the Calaveras” Isaac began to go through rationally. “She was so nervous in the car ride, because she didn’t want us to realise that her and Malia were both inured, and question why” Stiles added. “And you were the one sending her all of the texts?” Scott asked. “I sent her one on the day of her disappearance” she said quizzically. Scott furrowed his brows, remembering the text that you had received a few weeks previous, which caused you to act nervous. “So there’s another piece missing” Kira sighed, frustrated at the lack of answers they all seemed to be getting. “So if it wasn’t you sending her messages, then who was it?” Scott questioned hypothetically. Allison’s eyes widened, as she suddenly sat up. “I think it was me” she spoke, biting her nails anxiously. If she came to the right conclusion of what may have happened to you in her head, the result wouldn’t be good for anyone. The back turned to face her, preparing for yet another side of the story.

Hope you enjoyed this part, comment what part has been your favourite so far, I’d love to know x

anonymous asked:

Can you believe that some people... don't... ship... or... don't believe in... Larry? h o w ??!11!!?

Yes. Yes I can. 

Because some days you’re like, “HOLY SHIT RBB AND SBB, ROSE AND DAGGER, BEE TATTOO, RAINBOWS, ALWAYS IN THE SAME CITY, LARRY IS REAL Y’ALL”

But then you look at the way Louis and Harry are depicted separately in the media and it’s like 

And yet, we persist because…

Last week was a perfect example of once again being lured into a false sense of security. I think if you look at Harry’s actions there is a huge dichotomy between his rainbow-wearin, boyfriend-havin ass and literally everything that is written about him. 

As soon as I saw that article in the Mirror about Harry “texting and driving” I was like…

Because literally no one cares. I’ve been in 15 Ubers this month alone and 90% of them held their phone like that whilst looking at maps. Even if Harry was playing Flappy Bird whilst at a stoplight, it wouldn’t be newsworthy. HOWEVER, the moral of that story was “Look! There’s a random girl in his car.” They didn’t even have to say it because obviously everyone was going to infer what they always do whenever Harry is anywhere near anyone. And lo and behold Tessperado became a thing.

Right now it’s very…intense, let’s say…on the Hetero Harry front. That article in the Sun yesterday is setting off all kinds of alarms if I’m honest. It was very clear, as I said already, that it was written for one reason only. 

That article was all over the damn place. By the end, Dan Hoofton couldn’t even be bothered to put what Harry was saying into quotes any longer. I’ve got a poem I wrote when I was five that’s more coherent than that POS article. What has me like

Is Hoofton’s prodding into Harry’s sexuality and what, on the surface, appears as pretty blatant seeding to me. Dodo listed every single one of Harry’s exes and his current apparent gf and yet still felt the need to ask about his sexuality. Show me where any other celebrity is interviewed this way. 

The Sun might as well be called The Cowell because they will write whatever he wants them to. Look at Dan’s Twitter banner…

Oh look who is right in the centre. Below Beyonce, because even Simon Cowell ain’t THAT powerful. Still, there’s a reason that entire banner is practically a Syco employee roll call. 

As someone who’s been personally victimised by the reach of Simon Cowell’s power over what you say in the media, this public redaction of Harry’s off-handed statement is pretty mild. But I think that it looks a bit like a warning imho (in my hoe opinion). Harry has gone to great lengths to separate himself from Simon Cowell (read: Simon, not 1D). He was the first to publicly drop Modest! and even though he’s with Sony still, he seems the most distanced from Syco. 

There has always been speculation about how a coming out would look. “He would do it via a Dan Wootton exclusive” is something that literally no one has said. Ever. So for DW to be getting any kind of exclusive in regards to Harry is basically a huge red flag. I’m not saying that yesterday was at all a coming out since it was sandwiched between “Look at Harry’s exes!” and “Look at Harry’s new girlfriend!” but I am saying that the fact that the Daily Mail (also a Syco mouthpiece) picked up the vague sexual orientation part of it could point to the fact that these are things that Simon Cowell wanted out in the media. 

Do I think that Simon Cowell is spiteful enough to out his own ex-artist?

Short story long (and back to your original question): based on the media portrayals of Louis and Harry literally nothing anyone chooses to believe suprises me. Except maybe Narry because wtf?  

On that note I’ll leave you with this crucial piece of advice:

secrets - jonah marais & daniel seavey

warning: includes lowkey sexual references so if you ain’t ready for that then just go ahead and skidattle

a/n: requested by anon

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“jonah!” i screeched throughout my small apartment in LA. i had moved here when i turned sixteen, which was about four months ago, to be with my older brother, daniel seavey. yes, the daniel seavey. he is in a band called why don’t we and they are doing exceptionally well. i knew that he wouldn’t be coming home anytime soon and i really missed him so i had come to visit. in the amount of time that i was staying with the why don’t we boys, i had made some great friendships with corbyn, zach and jack. i also bonded more with daniel and better yet, i began to fall for jonah. because i didn’t want to part from my new best friends, my brother, and the guy i was falling for, i decided to move into my own apartment just a block away from the boys’ house when i turned sixteen.

even since the day i came to visit, jonah and i have each been falling harder and harder for each other. last night, jonah had come over to my apartment and spent the night. what he told daniel and the other boys was that he was coming over to help me with the music that i was starting to work on and that he had fallen asleep as it got later. but that was not the case.

“yes, baby?” he asked, popping his head into the bathroom where i was. i looked at him through the mirror and pointed to my collarbone, up my neck, and below my ear.

“i told you to not leave any hickeys,” i whined to jonah.

“i’m sorry. i just couldn’t resist. i wanna be able to show everyone that you’re mine,” i pouted at his words.

“we can’t do that yet, jonah. you know daniel would flip shit,” i sighed, trying to cover my five or six dark hickeys with foundation and failing horribly. “how am i gonna cover these?” i asked, more to myself than to jonah.

“what if you just, don’t?” he suggested.

“are you kidding me?” i laughed. “oh. you weren’t kidding,” i mumbled when i realized that he didn’t laugh along with me.

“i’m not kidding. why don’t you just see what happens?”

“but what if daniel sees them?” i asked.

“we’ll figure it out when we get to that point, i guess,” he smiled, leaning in to make more hickeys.

“mmm, i don’t think so,” i moaned, leaning back to escape his lips that i loved endlessly.

“aw, man,” he pouted, sticking out his bottom lip but then biting it because he knew it made me feel some type of way.

“stop,” i groaned, slapping his shoulder and pushing him out of the bathroom.

“okay, but hurry up. we have to be at the house in ten minutes and it takes five to get there,” he told me. i hurried and applied just a bit more foundation to the hickeys before turning off the light and leaving the room.

“ready?” i asked as i rose from the floor after tying my converse.

“yup,” he smiled, opening the front door for me and locking it behind us. then he ran over to the passenger side of the car and opened that side for me as well.

“thank you, cutie,” i smiled and planted a kiss on his cheek as i climbed into the car. he blushed before climbing into the driver’s side and backing out of the driveway.

***

one hour later

“wait!” zach exclaimed. “we’ve been sitting in this room for an hour and i am just now noticing that y/n got some action recently,” zach laughed, clearly referring to the hickeys.

“holy shit! i didn’t even see that!” jack laughed.

“oh my god,” corbyn joined in on the laughing. i felt my face heat up and jonah’s was as well.

“who? what? when?” daniel mumbled, almost inaudibly.

“jonah, why aren’t you talking anymore?,” corbyn winked, shouldering jonah. corbyn is the only one out of everyone who knew that jonah and i are together.

“jonah? did you leave the hickeys on my sister?” daniel asked bluntly, making dead eye contact with jonah.

“i-um… yeah?” jonah replied as more of a question. i put my hands over my face to hide the pure embarrassment of the fact that everyone in the room now knows what jonah and i were doing last night.

“can we talk for a second?” daniel asked jonah, standing up and walking into another room with jonah on his heels. we all sat in silence as we waiting for jonah and daniel to come back. when the finally did, jonah sat down right next to me and wrapped his arm around me, planting a kiss on my temple with took me by surprise.

“what just…?” i asked jonah.

“nothing, baby. let’s just say he knows we’re together now,” jonah smiled.

“mhm,” daniel hummed. “just because i know doesn’t mean i want any pda coming from the two of you,” he mumbled, making us all burst into a fit of laughter as jonah took his arm away but continued to secretly hold my hand out of sight from daniel.

no more secrets, i guess.

***

don't leave

Requested.

masterlist

word count: 3,184 (holy shit)

**warning: SMUT**

“It upsets me to think this is our last day together for months.” I confessed to Shawn, who was currently laying on the couch with his head in my lap, engrossed in a movie. My words made him turn his head to look at me. He looked up at me through beautiful brown eyes.

“Then just don’t think about it and you won’t be upset.” he said with a shrug. Oh what a wonderful solution you have there, Shawn. I wish it were that easy.

“It’s just not that easy. You’re going on a world tour, I’m going to college. You have other friends, Shawn, I don’t. All I have is you.”

“You have friends other than me. There’s no way I’m your only friend.” he teased.

“I have acquaintances, not friends.” I informed. “These acquaintances also won’t be going to the same school as me.”

“Nobody else could get into the school you’re going to because not everyone can be a fucking mega genius like you.” Shawn said, sounded irritated.

“Is that any way to talk to your best friend who made sure you passed physics and graduated?” I asked, wiggling my eyebrows at him. His facial expression softened at my tone and he no longer seemed angry. We sat in silence for another hour or so, long enough for the movie to be over. Shawn’s friend had suggested the movie and it sucked, if I’m being honest. We decided on watching The Notebook after that, one we both always loved.

We sat next to each other, my head on Shawn’s shoulder but in a platonic, nothing-more-than-friends way. It had gotten to the scene where Allie was kissing ice cream off of Noah’s lips and I felt Shawn laughing. I pulled away from his shoulder to look at him.

“What is it?” I queried, not being able to avoid the smile spreading across my lips from hearing his laugh.

“Wouldn’t it be amazing to be that in love with somebody?” he said. It made my heart sink because, until just now, I had managed to put away my thoughts about how in love I am with Shawn. I had hoped that just this one time we could be together without my thoughts interrupting what should only be friendship with Shawn. My throat felt dry and my eyes stung after he said the words. It was just a simple question, but to me it showed that he wasn’t in love with anyone, including me.

I managed to nod my head then scoot a few inches away from Shawn. I continued watching the movie, not being able to help but imagine Shawn and I being that in love with each other. Sadly, the love was only one sided. We definitely loved each other, but he only loved me as a best friend and I loved him with all I had in me. I realized in this moment I should have told him a long time ago. I should have confessed my feelings because now, we won’t see each other for months so it’s too late.

Shawn and I had planned to spend the whole day together but once the movie was over I felt too lost in my thoughts to stick around.

“I guess I should head home now.” I said softly, starting to stand up.

“What? Why?” Shawn asked, sounding concerned. I looked back at him and he looked hurt that I wanted to leave so early. “I thought you were staying all day?” I wanted to stay, I wanted it more than anything but I couldn’t focus on being his best friend when I was too busy thinking about being his girlfriend. My face felt hot and my eyes stung again, I could feel that they were tearing up. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

Shawn grabbed my hand and rubbed his thumb over mine. I desperately tried to keep the tears in but I couldn’t help one from falling. A single tear ran down my left cheek and I wiped it away quickly.

“Y/N, please tell me what’s wrong? Did I do something or say something? Come here.” Shawn begged. He lead me to the couch and I sat across from him with my legs crossed.

This was it, this is when I have to tell him. I thought to myself.

I was a horrible liar and Shawn knew better than anyone when I was lying. My voice went higher than usual and my cheeks always turned pink after I realized how ridiculous the lie was. If I lied, he would know. I should just save myself the trouble of making up a lie and tell him.

“I just really don’t want us to have to leave each other because-”

“Because why?” He interrupted.

“Because I hate not being able to see you.” I said, stalling as long as I could.

“Why are you so upset though? I have to leave all the time and you don’t cry, do you?”

“No, but it’s different this time. I’m leaving for college so when you come home, I won’t be here. When I come home, you won’t be here, Shawn. It’s so different this time.”

“It’s not that much diff-”

“Yes, it is, Shawn! You don’t understand!” I said, raising my voice at him without meaning to.

“Then make me understand, Y/N. What is different about leaving this time?”

“Because I’m fucking in love with you and I have to leave you! You’re the reason why I’m going to college in Toronto, so I can be close to you when you come home.” I gasped when I realized that I told him. I actually told Shawn how I felt instead of keeping it to myself like I had for the past half of a year.

“Do you honestly think that I’m not in love with? Why do you think I’ve stayed here and haven’t gotten an apartment in New York or Los Angeles or wherever I want?” He paused. I only stared, waiting for him to continue. He ran his fingers through his thick hair out of frustration. “It kills me every time I have to leave you. You don’t even understand. I should have told you sooner, but I love you. I love you so damn much that it hurts. I’ve seen you get your heart broken multiple times and I have done absolutely nothing about it. I should have told you a long time ago, I’m sorry that we had to tell each other like this.”

“Shawn, don’t apologize. I should have told you a long time ago as well.” I cooed. I rubbed his arm in an attempt to calm him. “What does this mean for us?”

“What do you want it to mean?” He asked, looking up at me with his rich, caramel colored eyes. My own eyes stared into his for a moment, as if I was searching for the answer in his eyes. I exhaled sharply but slowly before giving him an answer.

“I want to make this work if you want to. I want to be with you. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.” I spoke. His eyes lit up at my words.

He moved closer to me and I didn’t move, I let him inch closer. I watched his every move and then he took my hand in his. Shawn’s fingers laced with mine and I waited for him to do something more. I knew I wouldn’t be able to force myself to initiate a kiss, so I waited for Shawn.

I stared into Shawn’s eyes and his face came closer to mine. A few small tears still lingered on my cheeks and Shawn kissed them away. The feeling of his lips on my skin felt phenomenal, I couldn’t describe the feeling. I breathed hard and sporadically. Shawn’s lips hovered over mine, our lips barely grazing against each other. I surprised myself when I closed the gap. I pressed my lips against his soft, smooth lips. We both smiled, causing us to bump our teeth together. We both laughed because it wasn’t awkward, it felt right. We knew each other so well already that this just felt right. This was how it was supposed to be all along.

Our lips moved together while Shawn’s hands rested on my waist. His soft skin lingered on my lips and he began to pull away. I grabbed the material of his shirt, pulling him back into me.

“Please. Don’t stop.” I breathed out against his lips. My breath was hot and short, I needed his lips on mine so badly that I couldn’t breathe properly. He smiled then kissed me once more. His tongue now traced over my bottom lip and I whimpered lightly at the feeling. Just simple touches from him were driving me insane. I had been craving kisses like these for so long now that this moment felt like pure bliss. His tongue moved against mine slowly and gently, but the kiss grew heated. Shawn’s teeth sunk into my bottom lip and I gasped at the feeling.

His lips now pressed against my neck and it felt delightful. My eyelids closed slowly at the feeling. I didn’t want to focus on anything but Shawn’s lips on my skin right now, but Shawn made that an easy task. His soft lips fluttering on my skin lightly made me shiver. His long fingers traced circles on my hips under my shirt. I now laid underneath him, he hovered over me but pressed his lower half into me. I could feel a slight bulge growing in his jeans and couldn’t help the smirk that grew on my lips.

We kept kissing for a while longer, until both our lips were raw and we had both kissed what little bit of skin that was exposed with all our clothing still on. Shawn’s fingers fidgeted with the hem of my shirt, obviously wanting to take it off.

“Bedroom?” He asked quickly in between sweet pecks on each other’s lips. I nodded and he grabbed my hand, I then followed to his room. Once in his room with the door closed, his fingers moved under my shirt again. He looked into my eyes to make sure it was okay and I gave him a look of approval. He peeled my shirt off and tossed it to the floor. Shawn moved over me on his bed. He kissed my still bra-clad chest delicately. My whole body erupted with a feeling I had never felt with any other guy before Shawn. He slipped his fingers under my bra straps and slid them down my shoulders. His hands were soon at my back to unclasp my bra.

Suddenly, I felt insecure. I felt like I wouldn’t be enough for him. I inhaled deeply while he removed my bra, hoping he wouldn’t be disappointed. Before I could process what was happening, Shawn’s mouth was on my breasts. His lips first kissed lightly, then sucked on my sensitive skin. His tongue teased my nipples and I ran my fingers through his hair. I moaned and whimpered from his touch and he hummed, his throat vibrating against me in response.

“God, you’re so beautiful.” Shawn kissed my stomach right above the button of my pants. I grew nervous because up until this point, I knew what I was doing and I knew what to expect. I’d had sex a couple times before, sure, but Shawn was much more experienced than I was. Even through the nerves, though, my centre throbbed for Shawn.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Shawn asked me. My nerves wanted me to say no, but I did want this. I had wanted it, needed it for so long. I told him yes and he continued. His kissed my hips while unbuttoning my pants. They slid down my legs and dropped to the floor with the rest of my clothing. I realized then that Shawn was still fully clothed. He hovered over me again to kiss me. His tongue played with mine and I pushed his shirt up while kissing him, hinting that I wanted it off. He pulled the fabric over his toned abdomen and chest and I nearly felt my heart stop in that moment.

I had seen Shawn shirtless many times but I never really could admire him like I wanted. This time, my eyes scanned over him slowly, taking in every detail of all the ridges and valleys of his body. Shawn asked again if I was sure that I wanted this, I told him again that I did. His long fingers rubbed my core through the damp cloth of my underwear. I squirmed under his touch, even though it was barely anything compared to what would come next. His hands hooked around my panties and removed them. I was now completely nude in front of Shawn for the very first time, something I thought would never happen.

He slipped his middle finger into me, causing me to gasp. His finger worked slowly inside me, trying not to build up the pressure too quickly. Shawn’s mouth made its way to my pussy, licking enthusiastically over my clit. I moaned for him over and over. I soon lost all control over holding off my orgasm. Shawn’s tongue flicked up and down my clit and his finger curled inside me. I arched my back and Shawn now had to hold my legs apart. I came so blissfully and Shawn drug out my orgasm until it was almost painful.

He moved from between my legs with a smile on his face. He wiped his mouth dry with his hand after licking my juices off his finger. A thought occurred to me, I wondered how many times he had done that to be so amazing at it. I also wondered how many times he had done what we were about to do. It was a stupid thing to think, but the experience I lacked in this area made me think this way.

I started to remove Shawn’s jeans. I unbuttoned them eagerly because I wanted to please him like he had just pleased me. Taking his jeans off revealed a prominent bulge in his underwear, which made me even wetter, if that was possible at this point. I inched the waistband of his boxers down until they were off him completely. I took his length in my hand, unsure of what to do but he seemed to enjoy it. I jerked my hand upwards on his cock and he moaned quietly. Shawn’s much larger hand pushed mine away, I thought that maybe it was because he didn’t like it as much as I had presumed.

“You’re going to have to stop. I want to last for you, Y/N.” he spoke. I felt my cheeks heat up at the thought of making him feel so good that he may cum. He searched in his nightstand drawer for a condom. He rolled it onto his hard length after tearing open the wrapper.

“Y/N, I’m only going to ask you one more time and please be honest, are you sure, absolutely sure you want to do this with me?” He said sweetly, lovingly. I started to second guess this whole thing. It was too soon, we just confessed our feelings for each other barely an hour ago. However, if we didn’t do this now, it would be months before we ever got to. I didn’t think I could wait that long.

“I’m completely sure, Shawn. I want this, I need this with you. I wouldn’t want to do this with anyone else.” I assured him. He lined himself up at my entrance and kissed my forehead before pushing into me. I winced at the slight discomfort but was no longer hurting after four very slow and steady thrusts.

“Are you okay?” Shawn said, sounding concerned. I nodded and he kept thrusting at a slow pace. I could tell his thrusts were shallow and I was no longer hurting, therefore I wrapped my legs around him. This pushed his length deeper inside me than it had previously been.

“Oh, Shawn.” I gasped. I looked up at Shawn to see him biting his lip while watching himself thrust in and out of me. He looked as if he was struggling with keeping it at such a slow pace from the way his chest was rising so rapidly. He slid into me with ease now and finally, finally bottomed out. We both moaned at the feeling.

“Faster,” I begged, once the feeling of pain and discomfort was completely gone. Shawn looked into my eyes first, just to be sure, then sped up the pace of his thrusts. I could tell this speed pleasured him much more than the previous one and it was a pleasurable feeling for me as well. Shawn’s moans were more frequent and drawn out now. I moaned just as often, maybe even more than Shawn did. He knew how to make this feel so wonderful and different than it had ever felt for me before.

One hand was in Shawn’s hair and the other gripped onto his bicep, my nails digging into his skin. With each thrust I came closer to my climax and Shawn made it hard to not come undone so soon. I tensed around him after a deep thrust. I became short of breath and Shawn could sense I was close. He thrusted faster and I could barely take it. I clenched around his dick, because I wanted to feel every inch of him and also because I couldn’t control it.

Shawn’s hands were placed on my waist in an attempt to get a better grip while he thrusted. Just one more hard, deep thrust pushed me over into euphoric bliss all because of Shawn. I couldn’t believe he could make me feel this way, make me feel like no one else ever had. I grew more sensitive with every second that passed while Shawn brought himself to his orgasm. He pushed in and out of me sloppily and by the time I felt warm liquid fill the condom, I was more sensitive than ever before. Shawn hissed profanities through his teeth.

Shawn threw the condom away then left to clean up. He returned some minutes later and gave me a shirt of his to throw on. I slipped into it and took in his scent. Shawn lay beside me and we just looked at each other with our arms wrapped around one another. We took in the beautiful sight of each other with that post-orgasm glow we now both had. Inevitably, I thought of how we were both leaving tomorrow. It made my heart break into tiny pieces.

“I wish you didn’t have to leave me tomorrow.” I whispered.

“I wish I didn’t either. But when we both come home, I’m yours and you’re mine, yeah?” He spoke. A smile spread across my lips and I nodded to agree. I pecked his lips softly. The feeling of being his was overwhelming.

anonymous asked:

Honestly after all these years I'm still disappointed Sakura never had a showdown against sasuke. Like at least then I could've respected sasusaku a bit more? All I needed was for her to just put her foot down ONCE against him and just say "NO". I feel like it would've been much better development for Sakura's character. Imagine at the kage summit instead of naruto swooping in to save her she could've just reached up and grabbed sasuke's wrist and like kicked him off of her or something!

NB to people who may or may not find this in search: since the Anon already wrote “sasusaku” this might show up if you search “sasusaku”, that’s not my fault. I’m not crosstagging intentionally. I suggest searching with the # in front, this is a little thing that will generally improve your results when searching. Anti-SS content follows!

One thing I’ve noticed about people who are sincere SS shippers and create fan content (not dark content, that is, happy content) is that Sakura is herself, that is, she’s the Sakura we recognize from when Sasuke isn’t around, instead of just being a blushing, submissive mess 24/7, like she is in canon whenever she interacts directly with Sasuke.

I don’t think Sakura was ready to face down Sauce at the Kage summit–either in terms of her emotional development or her ninja strength–but oooooh did I want Sakura to get angry when Sasuke pulled that “Kakashi, you’re as useless as Sakura now” bullshit. Like… excuse me, Mr. Won the Genetic Lottery, Powered Up on Ninja Steroids, and Blessed By a Literal God, sorry that Sakura didn’t get any of those deals, but if you weren’t paying attention, Naruto would be dead if it wasn’t for Sakura, and if Madara injures you, what exactly the fuck are you planning on doing? Karin ain’t around for you to bite.

Like… when people say “Oh, Sasuke is being harsh, but he’s just telling it like it is” NO. Have none of you played MMORPGs? If so, and you play a wizard-class character who is a glass cannon, do y’all tell the pure healer character before you go into a boss battle “Shut up, I’m directing here, you’re useless”?

No, you don’t do that, because healing is not useless, what the actual fuck is everyone smoking, everybody knows you kill the cleric first!!!!

Anyway I just want Sakura to have some fucking self-respect after all she’s worked for and all she’s accomplished WITHOUT genetic superpowers OR perverted snake bastards giving her drugs OR literal alien gods giving her power-ups and say “FUCK YOU, Sasuke, if you were a REAL leader who had an ounce of intelligence, you’d realize that I am extremely useful in this situation and you damn well should be GLAD that you have a healer around at all, let alone a healer that also can tank FFS.”

But we don’t get nice things.

And then we get Naruto Gaiden, where not only does Sakura not push to contact Sasuke and demand he teleport home every couple of years to see his kid for half an hour–is that too much to ask?–but gives absolutely no pushback when he publicly snubs her request for a goodbye kiss, hardly an unreasonable request to make of the supposed love of your life whose kid you’ve been raising solo for a decade. “Oh but Sasuke isn’t like that.” Bitch, Sakura is like that, why can’t Sakura’s emotional needs in this relationship ever come first? Why can’t Sasuke bend even the tiniest amount for her, when she’s folded so much for him she’s practically origami?

Anyway. I don’t hate the SS in the ending because of who is in it, and I definitely don’t hate SS shippers; I hate canon SS because of how it’s written, because of what is actually on the page in the manga. More than anything else, canon SS feels like a punishment of Sakura for friendzoning Naruto and a warning to all girls who might friendzone Nice Guys. “Don’t be like this,” Kishimoto warns. “See what happens if you choose the handsome asshole?”

Man I had this dream that would make for an awesome short story.

Basically, I was this girl with chronic health problems who frequently traveled through the Seattle Airport (read: it’s me) who ends up getting incredibly ill on a plane and throws up while waiting for a shuttle to her hotel. While there, a super sketchy demon/fae spirit approaches her, saying “Hey, I’d be willing to do some bargain organ transplants for you. Give you a new stomach, y’know. Or a new working pair of lungs. I just want the old ones in return! How about it, kid?”

For some reason this girl does not go “what the fuck, no” and instead accepts the demon’s offer, to which she climbs in a shuttle with her and things fade to black.

Later, she wakes up on her flight to somewhere else, and she feels awesome - like all of those stomach problems she was having before? Gone! But as she’s looking around, she notices something… is weird.

She can see things she never saw before.

The really fat guy sitting next to her? He’s a big, bulky troll. The stewardess? She’s some kind of elf creature. And there are just little pixies and things flying around, and sometimes when the plane shakes, it’s actually the tailwind from a giant winged serpent causing turbulence and the girl is like, “Okay, what the fuck.”

“Either I did some super weird drugs last night, or I really met a demon and her weird organ operation screwed me up.”

So anyway, this girl goes through a couple of days of this new life, just experiencing all of these bizarre sights, and then decides she really needs an explanation for this (yahoo answers really isn’t helping here) and goes back to Seattle in search of the demon. Somehow, she ends up finding her again, and is like… “Dude what the hell is going on with me”

And the demon is like, “Let’s get dinner and talk.”

Over a pretty nice meal, the demon explains this is a side effect of the transplant - she took the girl’s shitty human stomach and replaced it with a dope magical counterpart, like from a hippogriff or something. They work great, but it means she now is ‘part magic’, and even though she can’t really do magic or anything now, she can see everything that was hidden to her before. The demon also says, “Well, if you can’t deal with it, I’ll put your real stomach back in… for a price.” With the assumption that this’ll make everything fine and dandy again, and life will go back to normal.

the girl is like, “pffffttt why the heck would I want my dumb stomach back? THIS IS SO COOL.” and the demon is surprised because most people she’s tried this on actually accept, because they can’t handle being able to see things none of their friends and family can see, but in the age of YA Fiction, things like this? well, they’re normal to the girl, and she likes feeling healthy for the first time in her life.

The demon and the girl have an excellent dinner, and she goes back home pretty happy about things.

A few months later, she’s back in Seattle for business, and after her meeting is done… on a whim, she goes back and finds the demon. She’s like, “hey, wanna have dinner?” and the demon is like “????? uhhh, sure?????????? i. i guess i could?”

During this dinner, the demon reveals that her business works no matter what happens - even if she can’t extort stupid amounts of money from people who want to be non-magic again, she can still make buckets of cash by selling human organs on the black market, even defective ones. The girl is like, “awesome, want my lungs? i have asthma and it sucks.”

“well, okay” the demon says. “we can do that. you’ll see more stuff though… is that cool with you?”

“i mean… you’ll make me pay stupid amounts of money to get them back if i don’t, right?”

“touche,” says the demon, and she takes her in a cab to go to her weird organ farming lab.

This happens time after time, every time the girl is in Seattle. She sells organ after organ - getting her uterus removed, getting her kidneys replaced, hell… even the tubing, like the esophagus and the intestines. not all of it needs to be replaced, but the new stuff is so much better, and each time she gives one up, she has a nice dinner with the demon. hell, later on, sometimes they go out and do stuff. A movie, a concert. “You’re such a good client,” the demon says. “I might as well. However, the number of organs the girl can give up gets smaller and smaller, until it’s just the brain (which the demon says she won’t take, for ethical reasons…) and the girl’s heart.

She’s in Seattle this last time, and meets up with the demon in their usual place. 

“hey,” the demon says. “so, ready to go through with it?”

and for the first time… the girl hesitates.

It’s not because she minds losing her heart, or because she’s getting weirded out by all this. It’s not even that she is worried about the danger, though the demon does warn her that this is a more dangerous procedure - she just… quietly admits, over a bottle of wine, that this is the last organ, right? So after this… the demon won’t have any need for her anymore. There won’t be any more dinners, any more movies, any more outings before she’s taken to a small room and a procedure is done to change her life just a bit more. “I won’t see you again probably, because there’s nothing more for me to sell you, so I was thinking, maybe I could - I could… just… give you my heart instead?”

“And when I’m in town, we could go on… dates?”

the demon stares for her for a long, long time, kind of dumbstruck by the very idea of this. but she looks at her hands, and then the girl’s hands, and after thinking for a moment, she reaches across the candlelit table and takes them.

“okay,” the demon says, “but let’s not actually cut it out of you. that’s a bit weird, even for me.”

Something More - Theo Raeken

Originally posted by hugwithsleep

Summary: Theo and Y/n are fwb, the pack has no acknowledgement on their status. 

Warning: some smut,fluff and terrible writing 

MASTERLIST


“Hey Princess” Theo smirked making his way toward Malia and I “ugh get a life Theo” Malia groaned he stopped in front of me “can I catch you after school?” he looked at me expectantly “in your dreams” I fought back the small smile that wanted to make an appearance “your already there” he winked walking away to his locker near the end of the hallway. Damn that boy really knew how to make me melt.

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