i feel a bit better i guess

OK so what I want to know is:

What did Jack say that prompted Bitty to tell him he was getting better about feelings?

The way I see it, there are three options:

1) The mundane:

Jack: And for the first time since I’ve started, I couldn’t get a shot past Snowy.
Bitty: *makes encouraging hand motion*
Jack: …and it made me feel frustrated, I guess.
Bitty: That’s it, honey. You’re getting better at this.

2) The ridiculous:

Jack: …*hockey stats for 5 straight minutes*
Bitty: You know what I like about you, Mr. Zimmermann? You’re getting so good at talking about your feelings.
Jack: Oh. Sorry.

3) The sublime:

Jack: Bits.
Jack: Your hair is nice.
Jack: This is nice.
Jack: You smell good.
Jack: You feel good.
Jack: I’m happy right now.
Jack: You make me happy, Bits.
Jack: Can we just stay like this?
Jack: For a week or so?
Jack: You’re so cute.
Jack: Are you really here?
Jack: Do you really like me?
Jack: I’m having trouble believing..
Jack: Don’t’ go anywhere.
Jack: I need you.
Bitty:
…… my goodness, honey. You … uh… you’re getting pretty good at talking about your feelings, aren’t you?
Jack: *replies nonverbally*
Bitty: ….yeah, I agree, that’s enough talking for now.

Fluff Meme: Cuddles Edition

“Mm…you’re warm….”

“You are ridiculously comfortable…”

“Awe! But I don’t want to get up….”

“Get back here and cuddle with me…”

“Nope! You’re my prisoner today…”

“I’m tired, come to bed and cuddle with me please?”

“Well I guess I could come over there and cuddle with you for a bit…”

“Well if it’ll make you feel better…”

“A little cuddling won’t kill you, I promise.”

“It’ll be warmer if we cuddle together….”

“I’m sorry babe; I’m just not in the mood today, could we cuddle instead please?”

“I always sleep better when you’re here with me…”

“Why don’t we just relax and cuddle all day, hmm?”

“I’m really sore today, could we just take it easy and cuddle today please?”

“Somehow cuddling with you is even better than I expected it to be…”

“Can we cuddle for a bit please? I’m feeling kinda down…”

“I’ve had a rough day and honestly all I want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with…”

“You’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this…”

anonymous asked:

Munakata 2020?

He’s got my vote.

YG BETTER GET HIS SHIT TOGETHER!!!

I used to stan YG artists so much but the indefinite hiatus made me lose a bit of interest on my fave groups and now guess what, 2ne1’s officially disbanding (even though I saw it coming the moment Minzy left). Also, they’re pretty much kicking Nam Taehyun out of Winner for being mentally sick (their reason is that they don’t know when he’s going to get better - FUCKING BULLSHIT!!!). I don’t even stan Winner and I feel bad for them.. All YG cares about is Bigbang and the two members of Ikon.. YG BETTER SQUARE THE FUCK UP AND MANAGE HIS ARTISTS BETTER.. You better not fuck up Blackpink too.. I already got my heart broken a million times today and I’m ready to choke someone!!!

Bears, Boxes and Broken Bones [Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader]

Request: could you please write a fix where the reader & Lin get more serious and the reader & readers daughter semi move into Lina bachelor pad and he finds it weird and then at the end of fic he realises he wants to make a family with reader???? Ish??? Idk??? :)

Word Count: 1,696

Warnings: broken wrist? is this a warning? haha other than that, none!

A/N: So, I changed the request just a tiny bit and made the reader’s daughter a 10-year-old, not a teenager (idk why, i think i like the idea of Lin interacting with kids). Also a huge shourout to mackie @protecting-my-legacy that helped me with this and got a little homage -sof’s injury-. Hope you feel better soon Mackie! So i guess that’s all the notes i have for this one, hope y’all like it! (PS: i am the worst with titles i hate this title but don’t let it define this fic lmao)

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“I think you should move in.” Lin’s voice is almost a whisper, but it wakes up from your half-asleep state.

You and Lin have been dating for almost a year, but for some reason he never mentioned you moving in or vice-versa, maybe that’s why it took you so much to comprehend what he was saying. “Wait, what?”

“Don’t you think it’s time?” He says as he plays with your hair. Cuddling in bed with him and having nothing to worry about was always the start of an important conversation for the two of you: The first time this happened, you decided to introduce Lin to your daughter, Sofia. She was 10 and the result of your first marriage, a problematic relationship that didn’t last more than two years. You regretted many things about it, Sofia wasn’t one of them.

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When facetiming with Jimin ft. Tae

*phone ringing*

Y/N: *toothbrush in mouth* who ish callin at thish time?

Y/N: *glances at phone* OH JIMINIE

Y/N: *toothbrush still in mouth; accepts call*

JM: Y/N!!!

Y/N: Jimin!!!

JM: Did I call at the wrong time? 

Y/N: *stops brushing* nooo

JM: Hehe, looking at you brushing your teeth makes me feel like I’m right there with you in the bathroom *smiles*

Y/N: Wahh, if only :( When do you come back from tour?

JM: in a week but I miss you so much already 

Y/N: *finally finishes brushing teeth; readjusts phone for better view of yourself*

Y/N: I don’t miss you one bit *pouts*

JM: *hurt* I guess I’m gonna take my mouth elsewhere 

Y/N: WHA-NO NOOOO-

JM: *smiles*

TH: *appears*

TH: PEEKABOO

Y/N: TAE-TAEHYUNG?? 

TH: YALL NASTY

Y/N: DID YOU HEAR THE WHOLE CONVERSATION??

TH: hehe I heard everything, even the part when Jimin says he’s gonna punish you *wink wink*

Y/N: *covers face* omg this is embarrassing

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More Imagines Here 💕

I think my favorite thing about Moana is just the overarching theme of “Who You Are Is Enough”. It’s a little bit of an update to the same as “Be Yourself” that we’ve been getting for all these years, because it has… more of a sense of your place in a community, I guess. Mulan kind of touched upon this, but not with the same force or emotional impact that Moana does. “Being yourself” is hard when you feel like you don’t know who you are or don’t like yourself, and its very self-centered (not necessarily in a bad way!). But Moana says that connections to others are important. That sometimes, focusing on the people who care about us is what helps us find things to like about ourselves. Sometimes we need other’s help finding ourselves again when we get lost, to remember who we are. And even when you feel lost or alone or worthless, when you don’t quite know who you are anymore, who you are is still good enough.

GOT7 Reactions To You Wanting To Sit On Their Face

Request: got7 gif reaction to you wanting to sit on their face? please and thank u!! i appreciate you and your blog, keep up the good work 💓

Thank you for your request! Gonna try and keep this short and to the point bc I’m tired :-)

-Admin A

Jr.: “You know, I have been feeling a bit hungry lately.”

Originally posted by jaebummy

Yugyeom: “Oh, we’re full of all kinds of surprises aren’t we? Let’s try it so I can find out if you have any more, hmm?”

Originally posted by busanplayboy

Youngjae: “I can’t imagine anything better.”

Originally posted by gotsolucky

Jackson: “When did you say you wanted to do that? Because I think now would be a great time…”

Originally posted by mark-yientuan

BamBam: “I hadn’t realized you needed me so bad…I guess I’ll have to take care of that, won’t I?”

Originally posted by bambamn

Mark: “You’ve saved me the trouble of asking, jagi…”

Originally posted by gots7

JB: “Oh, baby girl, do I need to give you some attention?” 

Originally posted by amerthaikong

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*Throws doodles I’ve done within the past 48 hours because I’m finally feeling a bit better*

We have a  page of assorted pidges, because I have decided that they are my fav. I had a go at trying to draw rebel!Matt because why the hell not????

Then we have a Lance with a FFXI DRG’s Wyvern because I had a dream about it and he 110% would be a lolDRG. (Hunk would be SMN/WHM, Shiro would be DRK, Keith gets RDM and Pidge gets PUP. I guess Coran would be COR and Allura is BLM.)

And the last one is me jumping on the Lance-needs-a-polearm-it-doesn’t-matter-what-kind bandwagon.

“i always thought i was bi, i have only been in relationships with men. i had a crush on a girl once but she rejected me in the end because she said she liked thin girls better (looking back that was a bit fucked up because i was thin??? but every teenage girl think they are too fat i guess. but anyway, she is allowed to feel that way).

but now i am 22 and i seriously question my feelings/attraction towards men. i feel like maybe i was just with them because it was a) easy b) expected of me. i had pretty low self esteem when i was younger so i thought i was only worth something if boys liked me. however at parties i really prefered making out with one of my female friends. not to get anyone hot but because guys are .. maybe not my thing?? i worked through a lot of sexism and finally got feminism “right” in the past 3 years and now i love sourrounding myself with women.

men are always so annoying (#notallmen) and i feel like i always had to be the mature one in the relationship and teach them thing and become like a normal person??? thats literally not my job? i hate how irresponsible they always were and how i had to explain everything to them. they didnt think for themselves. annoying af. i had 3 long term boyfriends, all different ethnicities, and different education levels from high-school and then working, to university and they all had in common what i just listed.

then on the other hand i look at women and i am like: nice. they respect me. they are interesting. have their own thoughts. they are pro-active, they are idealistic, they are sweet and pretty and just perfect?? they are kind. they are responsible, like me. it’s all more 50/50. bonus of course if they are feminists. they are less violent, more open minded and just caring and cool. so yeah am i a lesbian?

i made an okcupid profile recently only looking for queer female friends because i am just so tired of men and suddenly i am like: i don’t have to date men. i feel so relieved. but i am afraid to identify as a lesbian because what if in 3 years i feel attracted to a man i want to date? i don’t want to feel like an intruder or a fraud. and i feel like girls are not interested in me. i feel like i am not gay enough for them?? everytime i flirted with them or tried to start something serious it didn’t work out. i guess that’s also why i dated men. sorry for the long post!”
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It can be super hard to separate how you feel about men because of the role you’re required to play due to misogyny, and how you just feel about men. It can even be impossibe. Like, we can ask ourselves a billion times if we’d still feel the same about men if we weren’t socialized the way we were–like, would this feeling still be the same if I was raised on a deserted island without expectations, without having ever been hurt by misogyny or male entitlement?

The great thing is… you don’t have to. Instead of worrying about a Genuine Self, just know that you as you are exist right now, and that’s what really matters. I’d go as far as to say more lesbians struggle with the idea that they might not really be a lesbian, than lesbians who are certain that they are lesbians.
What it comes down to is, you very clearly do not want to be with men–you even said you felt -relief- at allowing yourself to not date men. That’s where you are today. If you’re somewhere else three years ago, that’s perfectly fine. It doesn’t mean you can’t call yourself a lesbian, or that you have like. Sullied the label or something.

If you think you are a lesbian, if you want to call yourself as a lesbian… come as you are. We’ll take you. You don’t have to ever be 100% sure. We love you, we’re here for you, you belong. And if down the road you discover that you’re bi, or that the bi label feels better for you? We still love you, we’re still here for you, and you still belong.

I feel so unsure of everything.. everyone seems to be doing better than me and I’m just here wasting my time. My mood is constantly low and honestly one of the few things keeping me going is that I’ve lost a bit of weight in the past few days. Do I really need friends? Or am I better off alone? I had been alone for a long time but I guess you get used to having someone there, then when they’re gone everything is different, right? Sorry for the weird post it’s just late night thoughts, I hope you’re all well ❤️

Fake? Pt. 1 || Calum Hood

ill reopen requests bc i love them too much! but it’ll still take a bit to get them done and posted, so bear with me, loves! x

also, let me know if you like the name submitting thingy. it seems peachy for people who want to put their name in it and stuff so it feels more… real, i guess? idk but please let me know, babes xx

I M A G I N E

“With him?” You exclaim in pure disgust and annoyance. Your thumb was jabbed in the air, pointing at the lanky boy that also felt the way you did. “You couldn’t pick a better Second of Summer?” Your manager gives you a ‘grow up’ eye roll as she tapped away on her phone for a brief moment. 

“Y/N, disregard this fantasy hatred you have over Calum for just a minute, okay?” The manager pleaded as she looked into your eyes. “This would be beautiful publicity for you and Calum– just think about it! Your names will be in everyone’s mouth, you will have stories for days, people will fall in love with your photos on the magazines–”

“I truly don’t want to be seen with that thing over there,” you roll  your eyes again before looking back at the Maori boy. 

His face now held boredom with a yawn escaping from between his plump lips. He was wearing this forest green, sleek shirt with black skinny jeans. With regular converse on, Calum just looked like an average boy, not a celebrity. Usually, you’d be totally against checking him out and automatically declare how normal he appeared. But in that sheer 2-second moment, Calum looked completely and utterly irresistible. 

Fuck my mind, you thought. 

“Stop it, Y/N! You’re doing it, and that’s final!” Your manager declared. You rolled your eyes at her royalty-like tone as she walked away from you and Calum. Waving carelessly at her assistants trailing after her, you let out a sigh and rest your forehead in your palm. 

“Jesus, Y/N,” Calum begins in a bore, dull voice. “How the hell did they let you in the music industry?” You turn around in offense and walk up to the boy. He was asking for a fight, and you were more than content to deliver one. 

“They let me in the music industry because I am talented in music,” you say with an obvious tone. Calum’s sweet chocolate eyes bore into yours, making you feel slightly overwhelmed with how lovely they were up-close. “They need me for money and have to just put up with my stubborn being.”

“You just enjoy being a piece of work, huh?” Calum asked with a chuckle. “I wish they picked a different Second of Summer as well if this is the case.” The audacity of this boy was completely beyond you. To think that he didn’t want to work with you was absolutely absurd (according to the small, part-time ego you had from being so famous). Rolling your eyes, you placed your hands on your hips and stared at the tall boy in front of you. 

“I’m not a piece of work, I just have a preference for who I’m faking it with,” you say snootily. “And you, sir, are not someone I’d like to sing with for my small concert!” 

“Calm down, princess, I don’t care about your ‘preference’ or whatever,” Calum said, continuously using that obnoxious, monotone voice of his. “I need the publicity as well, so can you just drop the pettiness for the common good?” You gave in, rolling your eyes as a ‘yes.’ 

“Alright, c’mere,” you muttered, offering your hand as he went to you and weaved his in yours. You cringed just a bit from his calloused fingers, but giving it a moment, you shrugged it. Calum suddenly takes the lead as he guides you over to grab is guitar and then leads the both of you to the exit. Fuming from the holding of hands, Calum gently halts you. 

“Seriously, Calum?” You groaned, looking up at the chubby cheeked boy. Before you, he held out a pair of Gucci shades. There were two, assuming one of them was his. With hesitance, you take one and put them on, your vision fairly dimmed. “Oh, uh, thanks,” you say quietly, watching Calum place his one before giving you a quick grin. 

“Alright, we can go now, princess,” Calum says, purposely calling you ‘princess’ to annoy you. Shoving him lightly, you get a chuckle from him before the two of you were revealed to the sun and heat of the last bits of summer. You notice Calum falter a bit from the brightness and giggle a bit. 

“What’s wrong, big guy?” You began to tease with a toothy grin. “Can’t handle a bit of vitamin D?” 

“Yeah, there’s a rather big amount of it,” Calum says with a low laugh. As you guys were walking over to the escort Jeep, paparazzi was already seen hiding behind seats or objects. Calum squeezed your hand to let you know, giving him a nod of confirmation. You then disregard them to recall what Calum had said earlier. 

“You know what else is big?” You began to tell Calum, your lips developing into a smile. Calum looks over at you, staring with his shaded eyes as you began giggling like a child. But, catching you off guard, the both of you simultaneously said, “My love for Jesus Christ!” 

“Amen, amirite?” Calum finished the joke, causing you to look at him with complete shock. Not because he knew the joke, but he remembered it from a long time ago when you told him. An awkward silence arose until you guys finally made it to the car. Quickly, Calum detached from you and opened the door for you. Letting you go in first, he proceeds after and closes the door. 

“Seat belts on, phones out,” your manager began from shotgun, scribbling down who knows what on her clipboard in the front of the car. “Selfies must be taken to be posted on the event’s Snapchat story. It is mandatory, might I add.” 

“Oh great, excellent!” You begin as you move close to Calum. He puts his phone up so the both of you come out in the camera. “This is exactly what I wanted to do.” Calum rolled his eyes while you complained. He was also ensuring you became the dalmatian as he wanted to be the regular puppy. “Nothing is better than taking selfies– using the dog filter– with my ex-boyfriend!” 

You immediately fake a smile before Calum takes the photo. 

I’m cutting this into 2-3 parts, depends on how it goes. Plan is this one is intro, part 2 is the publicity stunt, and part 3 is smut af.

Hope you babes enjoyed xx

does anyone know or have recommendations for a good animation program?

ive tried my hand at

flash/animate cc: although i know its regarded as the standard amongst animators, its sort of clunky and buggy for my personal work preference. 

tvp: i think this program has a bigger learning curve, but has very beautiful traditional animation aspects to it. though i dont know how it fares well against programs like flash or toonboom in terms of keyframes.

toonboom: i was pleasantly surprised with this one. it sort of feels like a combination of flash and tvp. although animating can be a bit clunky like flash, i like it better than the latter.

csp: i dont want to drop $100+ on csp yet (i have the pro license already) since it has limited features compared to the rest, but nice brushes and vector features.

opentoonz: i downloaded this one since it was free and studio ghibli uses this too. there are too many features im unfamiliar with, so i guess this program has a bigger learning curve than the rest.

moho12/anime studio: im currently using a trial version of this one, but this program seems to be oriented around puppet rigging/bone animation. im trying to practice more frame by frame

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As you may have guessed, i saw 21p last tuesday! And it’s all i’ve been able to think about ;___; wish i could go back. I haven’t been feeling so well mentally this week, but i made great progress on my paper today so that makes me feel a bit better!
I didnt know what to do with this spread and it’s definitely one of my less favourite ones. But that’s ok because trying out new things is ok and ending up not liking them is ok, it’s a learning process.
Also, i filled in for my colleague’s aerobics class on Monday and the participants were soooo nice and that was a good class. 🙌🏽

Mr Hood!

Words: 2.2K

Warning: Swearing and Smut with a teacher

Summary: Mr Hood is your schools new Sports teacher, you really have been trying to get into the football squad for a few years but you were never good enough, now that Mr hood is here you might finally get a chance. You always thought it was because of your weight but Mr Hood makes you feel beautiful. 

Its teacher appreciation week so I’m appreciating all your fantasies of Calum as a teacher! (I’m from the UK so here we say football but its soccer over in the USA)

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Being picked for the girl’s football team was actually rarer then you thought. I guess mens football is more appreciated then female football, but it shouldn’t be that way and our school had both male and female teams. Every year for the past 3 years you had tried out for the team, but every time there was always one person just a bit better. But this year you knew you were ready. You had been practising as hard as you could and you knew you were now one of the best. 

One of the main reasons though was because of our coach, Mr Hood. He was one of our sports teachers and he happened to coach the football team. Mr Hood was the definition of handsome, he was tall, dark and had a sexy Australian accent. It also helped that he was incredible at football, the way he would glide the ball down the field and his legs muscles would tense. he was also the only person who’s ever taken any notice of me and my skills, he was good like that and I may have a massive crush on him. At this very moment though I was watching the boys football team play against each other, I was taking notes. 

“Having fun?” a raspy voice said behind me, I turned my head around and Mr Hood was stood there looking like a god with sweat dripping down his forehead. He was wearing sports short and a white top with red stripes down the side.

“Just taking notes” I mumbled

“Why?” he asked, taking a seat down next to me on the bleachers. 

“So that I know the best moves when tackling, then maybe this year I’ll make the team” I muttered, He sighed and rubbed the towel over his head collecting the sweat. 

“I’m sure you’ll make it”

“I haven’t for 3 years, I would have given up if it wasn’t for you though. You’re amazing at football and inspired me to tryout one more time. If I don’t get in this year I know its not the way my life will be heading and pick something boring like being a lawyer” I laughed

“I inspire you?” he questioned

“Yeah, you’re pretty cool Mr Hood. I mean I hated our old sports teacher he was mean and just because I’m not as skinny as the other girls he would leave me till last and then just say no. He was a dick”

“Sounds like one, you may not be as skinny but I think all body shapes are beautiful and can do anything if you put your heart into it” I blushed slightly and closed my note pad. The team were packing up and heading into the locker room, I stood up smiling at Mr Hood as he grabbed his football. 

“Join me” he said standing up and walking down the stairs onto the field. I skipped down the stairs and placing my notepad on the front bench running over to where Mr Hood was standing. 

“Right lets practise tackling” He said winking at me and dropping the ball to the floor running towards me. I laughed chasing after him. I tackled him twice and the third time I went to tackle him he picked me up instead and swung me around. 

“Put me down, oh my god” I shrieked. He did as I said and grabbed the ball passing it over to me. 

“Why are you doing this?” I asked rolling the ball in-between my hands. 

“I think you’re one of the best players and I want you on the team, I was kind off surprised that you weren’t if I’m being honest, so I have authorisation on who’s on the team, the girls can pick but I have to give them the final notice, I’ve already put you on it”

“You mean I’m on the team?” I squealed

“Yeah, you deserve it, I’m also assigning you captain if you can handle it” He smiled

“Thank you so much” I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed him, I didn’t care that this was inappropriate I had been wanting to get onto this team for so long and Mr Hood had picked me and as captain. I nuzzled my head into his neck and hugged him close, his arms wrapped around me as he pecked the top of my head. I lifted my head up resting my chin on his chest and smiling at him.

“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to thank you enough Mr Hood” I said fluttering my eyelashes at him and giving him a massive grin. 

“Call me Calum” he whispered edging his face close to mine. My breath hitched as he crashed his lips on mine. I was stood shocked for a second before I kissed him back, moving my arms to around his neck. I ran my fingers through his hair as he slid his tongue into my mouth. I felt his arms come round to my ass bringing my body closer to his. I moaned into his mouth as he disconnected our lips. 

“Shit” he whined, running his fingers through his hair. He looked around the field making sure nobody was here and interlaced our fingers. 

“Not here” he breathed, he pulled me towards the locker rooms and Calum took a quick look in. He turned round and smirked, pulling me into it, he shut the door and locked it with his key. He leant down placing small kisses over my jawline and kissed over my neck. He found my sweet spot and licked over it, his plump lips sucked down onto it. I bucked my hips into his as he grabbed my hips pushing me into the door. He ducked his head further and sucked harder, I rested my head on his as it felt so good and I couldn’t control it. I ran my fingers though his hair and lifted my leg around his waist.

“Calum” I whimpered, he grinded his crotch into mine and kissed back up my neck. I felt my wetness begin to grow in my panties as I ran my fingers over his broad chest. His hands were soothing over my curves and he stroked down my thigh that was hitch over his waist. I stroked my fingers over his his jaw and moved my thumb over his lips. 

“You’re so beautfiul” he moaned leaning forward and reconnecting our lips, I had only kissed him once prior but I knew I was going to be addicted to his kiss. His hands came under my shirt pulling it up, I let out a short breath and looked down, separating our lips and hiding my stomach from him.

“No, don’t cover up Y/N” he said looking deeply into his big brown eyes. I moved my hands pushing them up against the wall as he lifted my top all the way off. He stroked over my stomach and smiled at me, pulling the straps of my bra down my arms sensually. He slowly kissed over my shoulders and unclipped my bra throwing it to the side. He kissed over my chest and down to my right boob kissing over my nipple, he sucked onto it and I arched my back. His hands came round to my back as he sucked harder onto my nipple and kissed across to my left nipple leaving little wet splotches. He latched his lips onto my left nipple sucking onto it and giving it a small tugg. His face came back up and pecked my lips. He stood back taking off his shirt and placing both his hands either side of my head. 

“You are breathtaking, you know that right?” he smiled, I reached up covering my boobs and I closed my eyes.

“Look at me Y/N” he said leaning his forehead on mine. “I’m going to make you feel beautiful, do you want that?” I nodded smiling at him

“I need words baby girl”

“Yes, I want you” 

“Jump” He said holding onto my hips and pulling my close, I shook my head no and he raised an eyebrow

“Too heavy” I whispered stroking up his golden skin, which was covered in beautiful black tattoo’s.

“Bullshit” He groaned picking me up and wrapping my legs around his waist. I squealed and held onto him as he walked us over to the bench laying me down on it as he hovered over me. He kissed my lips and down my body to my trousers. He unbuttoned them and pulled them down kissing over my thighs and tugged them off the ends of my feet. He stroked up my thighs and his index finger ran over my covered slit. I reached down tugging on Calum’s sports short as he pulled them down.

“Please touch me” I whimpered his eyes shot up to mine as he smiled leaning down and removing my panties. He brushed over my pussy and his finger slid between my folds. He thumb came to my clit and rubbed over it causing a wave of pleasure to shoot through my body. He sat down on the floor bringing my body towards him and his lips came in contact with my clit.

“Fuck Sir” I felt him smirk as his tongue flicked over my sensitive bud and he kissed over my entrance, licking around the hole. He brought his finger to my entrance as it sunk in. He stroked his tongue over my clit as his finger started to ploy into me. I looked down at the beautiful maori man and ran my hands through his hair, his brown eyes were spiralling with lust as he sucked onto my clit and wiggled it between his folds. He added another finger into my hole and I felt both fingers rub against my walls. He swirled his tongue around lapping at my juices and his fingers moved at a faster pace fucking into me, he curled his fingers and I pulled on his hair. I felt my thighs start to clench as he was building the pit in my stomach. I sat up clenching my walls around his fingers as he reached up and kissed my lips sliding his fingers abruptly out of me. I let out a whine as he he just breathily laughed. 

Calum stuck his fingers in his mouth sucking on them and standing up, pulling down his boxers. His dick slapped against his abdomen and a drop of pre-cum was rolling down his length. I leant forward taking it in my hand and licking over the small dribble. He moved my hair to one side and stroked over my cheek. I sucked on his tip but he shook his head pulling me off. 

“I’m going to make you feel good, beautiful” I leant back on the bench as Calum rolled a condom onto his length. He sat on the bench and pulled me onto his lap, he rotated his cock around my entrance slowly edging in. I let out a gasp as I had never had a dick this big and pushed him all the way inside so our hips were connected. Calum’s hand stroked over our my hips and his left went to my as and his right hand rested on my cheek as he kissed me smiling. 

“I’ve never met such a sexy curvy woman” he moaned as his hips started to roll into mine. I blushed pecking his lips and bouncing on his dick. I looked down watching where our bodies were connecting and I kissed his sharp jawline, down to his neck. Both his hands were resting on my ass as I grinded into him. I sucked onto his neck and he let out a raspy moan. I licked over the spot watching the cherry red colour turn a deep purple, I sucked back onto it digging my teeth into his tender skin. 

He stood up pushing me onto the bench and held onto my hips grinding into me. I leant back as he separated my thighs, watching his dick slide into me. He moved his fingers to my clit and simutainously rubbed it whilst thrusting into me. My high was approaching and I felt my pussy clench around him. I came around him squeezing my eyes shut and covering my face, which were soon torn away from my face as Calum came inside the condom. He slid out of me and I scooted up watching him take off the condom and tie it up, putting it in the metal locker bin. He sat at the end of the bench and pulled me close to him so my legs were dangling over his, our crotches were touching and he pecked my nose. “Y/N your curves are so beautiful never let anyone bring you down, don’t cover yourself from anyone be proud to have these beautiful curves.”

“Thank you for everything Calum” I whispered stroking over his face. He just smiled contently, kissing me passionately and stroking over my thick thighs which now didn’t seem like such a bad thing. 

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LOL I really need to stop drawing so fast and just take my time, but my brain moves faster than my hand.

(LOL I am cracking up over baby Harry. He is absolutely darling to me.)

I guess it’s the last thing from this year.

I had a huge crisis almost all the year, but I finally feel mentally OK now, the same is about my art. I didn’t really become better at it, but I surprisingly noticed that I can do a lot more even with my ugly “style”, so it makes me even a bit satisfied.

I regret I almost not participated in art events, but I’ll try my best in the future.

Happy holidays to everyone! Thank you for your support ❤