i hope someone does something with it

6

shinee + space-y things for the birthday girl, @leejinklies. ♡

“Good Morning”
“How was your day?”
“Be careful”
“Text me when you get home so I know you’re safe”
“Sweet dreams”
“How are you?”
“I hope you’re feeling better”
“Have a good day today!”
“:)”
“I miss you”
“Good night”
“Can you come over?”
“Can I come over?”
“Can I see you?”
“Can I call you?”
“You’re beautiful”
“Want something to drink?”
“Watch your step”
“Let’s watch a movie”
“What are you up to?”
“How is your day so far?”
“It will be okay”
“I’m here for you”
“Do you need anything?”
“Are you hungry?”
“I just wanted to hear your voice”
“You just made my day”

You don’t have to hear “I Love You” to know that someone does. Listen carefully. People speak from the heart more often than you think.

—  Blocklava
BATB Songs In One Sentence
  • Aria: Yo look at this awesome party that the prince is throwing.
  • Belle: Belle's so pretty, what a shame that she reads.
  • HDAMLF (Music Box): Have some really vague exposition.
  • Belle (Reprise): Gaston sucks, this town sucks, I just want an adventure, is that too much to ask.
  • Gaston: "Who can make up these endless refrains like Gaston?" LeFou can.
  • Be Our Guest: AH SOMEONE TO TAKE CARE OF THATS NOT THE BEAST EVERYONE BE EXTRA AF.
  • Days In The Sun: Hope conquers all, except when it doesn't.
  • Something There: Chip's too young to know about love.
  • HDAMLF (Montmartre): No Beast, Belle's not trying to be a tourist.
  • Beauty and The Beast: Mrs. Potts ships them.
  • Evermore: THE LOVE OF MY LIFE JUST LEFT ME TIME TO SHOW HOW DRAMATIC I AM.
  • The Mob Song: When Gaston's jealous, he creates a giant angry mob.
  • Beauty and The Beast (Finale): Everyone ships them.

anonymous asked:

milo isn't a white supremacist lol

hah, an interesting ask to send, given that I don’t think I’ve ever posted something saying that he is - suggests that this is an argument you like having, does it make you feel smart and smug? I hope you enjoy this exchange less than usual. 

White supremacy isn’t just an opinion or an identity, it’s a systemic and institutional organisation of society - I’m aware that Milo doesn’t refer to himself as a ‘white supremacist’, and probably acts all taken aback when someone else uses the term in connection with him. That doesn’t change the fact that when he routinely does things like targeting undocumented migrants for abuse, denouncing BLM as a hate group, portraying Muslim immigrants as rapist terrorists out to destroy “western civilisation” etc - he is championing white supremacy. This is perfectly obvious to everyone with basic critical faculties - it’s even obvious to the many self described white supremacists who read Milo’s stuff and go to his talks, it’s what they like about him.

You may think that disavowing racism while making a living out of racist dog-whistling is awfully clever and edgy, it’s not. There is nothing interesting or intelligent about Milo or the shit-tier tabloid drivel he writes. It says a lot about the standard of “journalism” in that scene that this vacuous mediocrity has risen to prominence. 

While his whole ‘I can’t be racist because I like to sexually objectify black men’ argument is no doubt very convincing to your average alt-right goofball, antifascists and most other people see through it without much difficulty. Besides, even if we took the white supremacist dog whistling out, his open transphobia, islamophobia and misogyny more than justifies the attention that antifa will continue to offer him whenever he attempts to spread his vile ideas in public.

Sadly, Keith doesn’t have any distinct features on his face like Shiro does, so I guess this could also be just a random portrait of… someone. Maybe I should make the background a little red or something. If I knew how to draw armor, I would’ve drawn him in his Paladin armor. >_< 

His rather soft looks and expression are actually intentional, though I hope he doesn’t look too soft (as in girlish soft). I re-watched Voltron and he does have a somewhat soft expression most of the time, something I had not noticed before. And I couldn’t bring myself to draw a mullet, so instead, have a ponytail.

Now I need to learn how to draw the other three. And maybe some Paladin armor.

More langst

Lance used to self harm. He’s stopped, in a way. He doesn’t leave scars anymore. But he hates the ones he does have.

His long sleeved shirts and sweaters hide them good enough.

But when he showers, he looks at him arms. The scars are ugly and look so bright and apparent to him. So he scrubs at his skin until it hurts. His skin is red and he still scrubs. Sometimes he’ll scratch, hoping the red lines he leaves don’t become scars.

Sometimes the scars don’t bother him in the shower. But the urge to self harm is so strong, he feels it wrap itself around him like a weighted blanket. He doesn’t want to leave marks, so he’ll turn off the cold water. His skin is burning and he crumples up against the heat. He’s about to move but freezes.

“I deserve this.”

He lets the water burn him as he stands there. As the water starts to turn cool, he turns it off. He looks at the fogged mirror and sees his silhouette.

He takes a deep breath in and clenches his fists. His nails digging into his skin but he does nothing. He holds himself back from doing worse to himself.

When he tried to sacrifice himself to save someone in battle, he does so in the hope of finally doing something worthwhile. Of him FINALLY being useful.

When he makes jokes and knows that they are usually ignored or just seen as annoying, he hopes that even if he’s seen in a bad light, they at least remember him.

Because growing up in a big family, a lot of the times whenever his sisters or brothers or parents told a story they’d forget he was with them. They’d forget he was there with them, and if they did remember, it was usually in the terms of “me and someone else, can’t remember who-” and that hurts.

“Am I really that replaceable? Am I that forgettable?” His insecurities started from a young age so he doesn’t care if he’s seen in a good light or a bad light. As long as someone remembers him.

So it hurts when Keith has no idea who the hell he is. Because maybe he is that replaceable and forgettable.

He get jealous of the way everyone seems so close. He’s jealous of how Shiro and Keith’s closeness. He’s jealous of Pidge and Hunk. He’s jealous of Allura and Coran. He has no one. Just…. Himself.

He knows he does it to himself. He doesn’t want to tell people the problem but sometimes he wishes that they’d care enough to ask. Or even notice that his smiles don’t always reach his eyes.

And it hurts when the other paladins don’t really want to hang out with him. It hurts when he stays in his room by himself for days and no one really notices.

He picks his face. He can’t help it. If he has a blackhead, he’ll pick at the skin until his finger nails have blood on them. He feels a bump and honestly it’s nothing. But he picks at it anyways. Some days when he feels like he’s breaking out, he’ll pull out his face masks. They make him feel better but he only has so much left so he uses them sparingly.

One day after he has a break down, he just can’t pull himself back. He uses the face mask. He can’t help but have a burning shower. On this day, he actually wipes the foggy mirror, staring at himself. The bags under his eyes seem to be darker than normal to him. His skin has steam coming off of it.

“Have I looked like this for a while?”

He wishes Hunk had never grew apart form him. It wasn’t s huge change, honestly the only thing that changed was him. He felt like he was holding Hunk back from making better friends.

Hunk still cares for him. He just thinks that Lance is pushing him away, wants his own space. Thinking it’d be best to let Lance deal with whatever he’s dealing with and coming around to him later, Hunk doesn’t seek him out.

Keith noticed. He noticed since they first met. And it annoyed him. “How can he just pretend everything is fine when it’s not? How can he be so fake?” It’s one of the reasons Keith doesn’t like him. But as things get worse, he starts to back off. He’s worried, but how the hell do you approach someone?

Pidge notices Lance is a little off. She doesn’t say anything, not knowing what exactly is going on or how to help him out. So she hopes someone who knows will help him.

Shiro doesn’t notice. Honestly, he has so much going on he doesn’t notice half the shit going on between the paladins. Same with Allura.

Coran though. He sees how Lance is hurting. He tries to help, he really does. He asks Lance how he’s doing but he keeps brushing him off. “I’m fine, how are you Coran?” Is the usual answer.

Lance thinks he hides it so well. And true, if you weren’t around him a lot, you’d never notice. But they do notice. He just doesn’t know.

So his vicious cycle continues. And he feels utterly alone. And remembering they’re in space makes it worse.

This episode was full of River Song feelings, but I’d like to highlight something: The Doctor has always avoided death, he has never willingly murdered someone, he does everything he can so everyone can live. Then, at the begining of this episode, he finds himself in front of Missy, the person who he has repeatedly refused to kill, his last friend and connection to his people, and, yet, he doesn’t care anymore.

Because this is The Doctor after Darillium, his wife isn’t with him anymore. She died. If River Song died, then why should he care about Missy? He’s without hope.

In comes Nardole and reads a quote from River’s diary. He doesn’t kill Missy. River Song, his wife, reminds him of what he is, what he should be. That happens again at the end of the episode when he says that belief is all that he is, and he believes in what River wrote. Being The Doctor is believing in that, it’s never giving in, even without hope.

River Song is amazing, a badass, and saves the day and The Doctor even from her grave.


ps: Nardole says he’s the only person “officially licensed to kick the Doctor’s arse”, which implies that River is the only person who can give that permission, cause, you know, she’s River Song, The Doctor’s wife and queen.


A Letter I Will Never Send

This is not a love letter.

This is me pouring out my love, not the kind you think of, the mushy gushy romanticized crap you want. No, this is raw, unadulterated affection for you and your soul.

For the purposes of this letter, I am going to disregard the fact that you are ignoring me and that we do not talk anymore. That is irrelevant. We have both argued, screamed, apologized, and cried to each other too many times to count. Even if we did still talk, I would be saying this to you, maybe in different words, but telling you all the same.

Since the very first day we became friends, you have been a constant in my life, a constant amidst the tumult and drama of high school. You listened to me and offered advice with your perspective that is so opposite mine. I love the way you live in the moment and risk the superficial things that I hold dear. Being your friend made me come to the profound realization that life is so much more than turning in homework on time and getting straight As. Because of you, if a friend needs me the night before a paper is due, I will be there for my friend (hopefully I wrote the paper ahead of time).

You were the glue that held my life together when I was on the brink of destruction. Everything in my world was falling apart, but you and your friendship remained. I took that for granted. You taught me the value of true friendship, even if it does not last. I hope that I meant something to you, that I somehow repaid in part what you had given to me in full.

To this day, I still look for you in the hallways and listen for your voice among the tenors in choir. Even when we see each other or talk, it is all superficial. We barely graze the surface of what once existed.

I hate superficiality.

After three years, how could we, how could I, throw it all away?

Losing your friendship has been a process more painful than any breakup. It feels as if someone has taken a part of me; there is a hole in my soul where you once were. As if the physical pain was not enough, the process of emotional detachment from you has been long and rocky. After weeks without thinking of you, a single song or a memory or a Bible verse makes me recall how much I care for you, still, after all this time.

You know more about me than any other person on this earth. And even though you leave me behind, you will carry pieces of me with you forever. Treasure them. I do not regret giving them to you, for I trust you will keep those pieces of me safe.

Life is too short to be silent about the ones we love. The other day, I was thinking about the people I will miss most in college, and as much as I love my friends, I will miss you the most. I already miss you. I suppose our separation is merely a preparation for what is to come.

This is not a cry for you to come back to me, nor an invitation for a pity party on my behalf. We both know that “us” would never have worked in our favor. I just wanted to let you know how much you mean to me, and how much pain I am enduring as you ignore my snapchats and avoid eye contact. But still, this is not me trying to guilt you or regain your attention.

This is me telling you that I love you. Not as a boyfriend or as a lover or even as a friend. I love you as a person. You are so extraordinarily special, and I am blessed to have spent so much time with you as my best friend. I wish it did not have to end.

But alas, all good things come to an end, right?

I did not fall for him because he was good for me. I fell for him for the way he sees life. He is better than most of the people I have seen and spoken to. He is better than this ideal guy I had in my mind. He is tender. He is kind. He is loyal. He is ferocious and he is calm. I fell for him because I’m jealous of him. I fell for him because he is more than a song or a piece of art or a movie could make me feel. He gives me a sense of home, a sense of this serene and exciting infinity that I have always wanted. He is beautiful in a way he does not understand. He is what I have always wanted to be, to be generous and kind and loving and so very strong. Because that part of me has been lost and that part of me, I found in him. He is hope. He is that soul people show in books, a tender heart yet strong. That soul that survived through storm, ruffled and yet optimistic. Something, someone I try to be. Sigh. I found my home.
-s.nk

Dear Evan Hansen QnA
  • Does anybody have a map: What hopes do you have for the future?
  • Waving through a window: When do you feel most alone?
  • For forever: What would be- in your opinion -the perfect day?
  • Sincerely me: Write a letter to someone you wish you were friends with.
  • Requiem: What's something you want to remember, and something you wish you could forget?
  • If I could tell her: Write something you wish you could tell someone but probably never will without any context.
  • Disappear: Have you ever wanted to be invisible and why?
  • You will be found: The most uplifting thing someone has ever done for/to you?
  • To break in a glove: Name one thing you never opened/used
  • Only us: Is it better to tune out the world or work with it?
  • Good for you: When did you feel the most guilty and why?
  • Words fail: Whats something you wish you hadn't done?
  • So big/so small: Name your favorite bonding moment with one/both of your parents.
  • Finale: Name a turning point in your life.
  • [BOUNUS]:
  • The most amazing trees: What's your favorite tree?
  • You scribble stars on the cuffs of your jeans: Name something you do when you're bored.
  • Tap tap tapping on the glass: Name one way you would try to get someones attention.
  • So you got what you always wanted: Name something you wanted badly but once you got it you wished you hadn't worked so hard for it.
  • All we see is sky, for forever: Whats something that makes you smile every time you see it?
折るまでサイリウムは光らない.
— 

A glow stick has to crack to be able to shine. (Until it cracks a glow stick does not shine.)

Sometimes we can’t recognize our true brilliance until we’ve hit that wall. When we finally come to that place where something doesn’t come easily anymore. When we really get challenged, and almost (or do) give up. Know that it’s in there. Like a glow stick, it’s just waiting to finally be cracked so it can glow. 

anonymous asked:

celebrating a disgusting racist like pewdiepie liking bts... like have u not seen the shitstorm about what hes done like ONLY WITHIN THE PAST FEW MONTHS... armys will really take any validation they can get LMAO...

I know about pewds ive been following him since way way waaaaaay back. I know that issue you’re talking about. He also apologized for it and explained himself. I also think it was a poor choice let’s hope he learned his lesson.

I don’t get why people are so obsessed with “validation.” Is it a west psyche? Y'all wanting someone “significant” to pat you on the head with praise?!

I’m just happy that felix, a youtuber with the most number of followers in ever, said something good about bangtan. He could’ve ripped them to shreds and salty antis like you would’ve used that to put armys and bangtan down. I’m just happy that he had nice thing to say. Do we need it? No. Does bangtan need it? Nope. But is it so bad to be happy about something good being said about bangtan?!? Suddenly it’s validation we needed?!? Especially if we have people like you who has nothing to do with any of this but has so much to say. Pewds has nothing to do with kpop or music. Validation my ass.

Concern yourself about things you love or go back to your salty corner and shut up. Can’t believe you exerted effort to click the msg button to type this and be salty. So much free time to do shit.

anonymous asked:

So you know those fics were Lance says something is going to go wrong and everyone ignores him but the thing does go wrong and Lance gets hurt and everyone is sad. Imagine this but someone else gets hurt and Lance is super pissed. And he hears the Alteans trying to comfort the team with its not teams fault. And Lance just blows up and as evry1 discovers hes one of those who are patient ,chill and all but when he snaps its game over in most horrifying way. They are all like guilty kids 4 few days

Yes, Get it boy 

I hope you like it!

Lance had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach as soon as he flew Blue out of her hanger. Something wasn’t right about this mission. Lance knew that something was off. 

Since Lance was the oldest in his family he had to watch his siblings a lot growing up,he sorta developed the “parental instinct” when it came to things that were going to hit the fan. 

He flew Blue next to the Black lion and opened his coms. 

“Shiro, something doesn’t feel right about this mission.” Lance felt the feeling in his stomach grow. 

“What do you mean Lance? The mission hasn’t even started.” Shiro’s voice was plagued with confusion. 

“I know, I just feel like something is going to go wrong. I have this weird feeling in my stomach, you know?” Lance silently prayed that the mission would be canceled. 

Lance heard a sigh through the coms and Keith spoke up “Lance, everything is going to be alright. Don’t worry about it.” 

“Okay, I hope you’re right.” Lance closed his eyes. Something isn’t right at all. 

-

Lance had never been more right in his entire life. The mission had only just begun before the village they were saving started to explode. 

“Pidge try to get your lion away from the palace!” Shiro spat out orders as he tried to fight off the things attacking them. “Hunk! Hunk can you hear me?” 

He didn’t respond for a few moments and everyone started to panic, then they heard a cough and a groan. “Hey, I-I’m no-not doing so g-good rig-right now.” 

“Hunk buddy! Where are you? I’m coming to get you.” Lance frantically pulled up his map and searched for the Yellow lion. “I found you! Don’t worry buddy I coming for you!” Lance sped Blue towards the Yellow lion. 

-

Hunk was in rough shape, Yellow took a huge hit when one of the buildings when it fell. Hunk wasn’t really crush but a few things ended up pinning his leg down and he hit his head on Yellow’s dashboard. 

Lance was only able to get Hunk out due to the adrenaline that filled his body as soon as he saw his best friend. But he didn’t save him completely. 

Lance stood in front of the pod that held his best friend, his hands shaking in pure anger. If only they listened to me. I knew something would go wrong. I knew someone would get hurt but did anyone listen? No!

Lance was pulled out his thoughts by Shiro touching his shoulder. “Hey Lance, are you alright?”

Lance gave Shiro a side glance “No.” 

Shiro sighed and looked at Hunk. “He’s going to be okay.”

Lance clenched his hand into a fist “He shouldn’t even be in there. We shouldn’t have gone on this mission.” 

“Lance I know you had a gu-” 

“NO! I TOLD EVERYONE THAT SOMETHING WAS WRONG AND NOBODY LISTENED!” Lance turned and faced everyone in the room, who were now staring at Lance wide eyed. 

“Lance calm down.” Keith placed his hands in front of himself. 

“No, I have the right to be mad. I told everyone to cancel the mission. I told everyone that something was off. I told everyone that something bad would happen. But did any of you listen to me? No!” Lance told in a huge breath and fought back tears. “Now my best friend is hurt all because no one would listen to me when I expressed my concerns.” 

Everyone stared at Lance, no body expected him to blow up like that. 

Lance could see the guilt that plagued their faces and immediately felt sorry for yelling but didn’t show it. He needed to be the “big brother” and make sure they learned their lessons. 

Lance knew that they did, and he knew that it would never happen again. 

Ehhh not too happy with the ending tbh 

I’m so sorry this took soooo long!

I hope you like it!

Thank you!!!!!

Comfort for the crying
( darkiplier )
Comfort for the crying

Anonymous asked:  Could we get Darkiplier trying to comfort someone who’s crying or something? Thank you <3

“You poor soul… Shh, it’s okay. It’s okay… Come now, young one. Let me help wipe those tears off your face. … Shhhhhh… I’m not going to hurt you. There you are… I know you’re sad, but it’s a part of being human. No one can fault you for that. 

Whatever it is that has filled your heart with sorrow, whether it be stress, doubt, loss, hurt, fear… it can’t last forever. Don’t lose hope. Someone like you does not deserve to live a life of sadness. 

Look at me… You have a soul that shines brightly amidst the shadows, and you are capable of anything. Keep your chin up, alright? Things will start to get better. 

…Hmm? … (chuckle) Of course you may get a hug from me. 

(sigh) I suppose it wasn’t too difficult for you to let me into your heart… was it now…?”

Dear Voltron Fandom

It’s time to take a step back, okay? Like really. Just look at your actions, and consider objectively what you are doing.

As an active part of Tumblr, I acknowledge that there are some wonderful people in every fandom, whether that’s artists, writers, or just all around good people. I’m positive there are some of these people in Voltron. But I’ve been here for a while now and I, and several others are downright fed up with this fandom. Ive seen the old Voltron, and I love this new one. So please, take this objectively and try your best to consider your actions from an outside view.

First things worst. Klance shippers. I swear to you I have nothing against the ship, I think it’s cute. But the scale to which this ship is… Skewed is honestly painful. This fandom has, to an extent, taken Lance and chosen Keith to be the one to comfort him. It’s only Lance. In the fandoms eyes, the show is just a horrible Injustice to Lance after a horrible Injustice to Lance. Lance happens to feel like he doesn’t have a thing in a single Episode. He is reassured that he does, and while I’m sure the man has some remaining worries, he is not neglected.

I understand, he didn’t get much character development in season two. But honestly, the fandom is taking this too far.

Next on the list, Anti Shaladin. This may be the worst part, to be honest. Just let everyone ship what they’d like to ship. Simply because they ship Shiro and Keith, for example, does not mean that they are a horrible person and a pedophile. Just please, keep your business out of everyone else’s and everyone’s life will be so much easier. Thank you.

FInally, i hope, is the Shiro is Six meme. It’s old now, we get it. He’s had six birthdays. He was born on the 29th. More than six years have passed since he was born. Please stop. It’s just annoying now.

I understand I’ll get alot of heat for saying this, but to be quite honest I don’t care. Someone had to say it. And so, if you have something to say, I encourage you to speak to me.

- Growth - (a Stony fanfic)

(“Soulmate"AU where you get a tattoo for every person you fall in love with)



Pepper’s tattoo is on her hip. Well, the one that isn’t faded yet. 

There are five dull, grey ones scattered across her body, seemingly random and different in shape and size, but what do they matter? They’re done.  It’s over. The only one she looks at these days are the sunglasses on her hip. They’re big. Obnoxiously big and shiny and she knows who they’re for, of course she knows. Tony has a little stiletto to match, right there on his ankle, bright blue and sparkly and the first time he showed her, she nearly apologized. It’s hideous and the both know, but it means love, so who’s gonna complain? 

Understandably, no one is happy when the sunglasses start losing colour. At first, it isn’t even visible, the fade from black to grey barely noticeable, but then the grey becomes off-white and the glass loses its shine and Tony leaves, a bright blue stiletto still sparkling on his skin.

But Tony is fine, he said. Its fine, he’s fine - he’s always fine.

And Pepper sighs and strokes the steering wheel on the back of her hand that just appeared the day before.

Tony is fine.

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(trigger warning) cheryl’s suicide attempt

it is so scary to think about that cheryl was ready to commit suicide. she wanted to bent everything right in her last days like, apologize and do the right thing (with jughead and all). and the scene with veronica and when cheryl gave her the shirt, she had this peaceful look on her. like she was finally going to have peace after all.

it is said that people who have planned their suicide are happier on the last days of their life because well, like i said, theyre going to have finally peace. all what cheryl wanted was peace. she wanted it so bad that she would’ve done anything. she felt like she didn’t have anything left for to live. the only person that had ever loved her was killed by her own father, her father literally wanted cheryl to continue his drug dealing because jason wouldn’t, now theyre both dead. the only person she has left is her mother, and her mother literally hates her with a passion. i don’t think her mother even knows what happend to her. cheryl felt like her mother wasn’t even worth saying goodbye to because she felt like her mother wouldnt care. the only person that she thought might care was veronica. she had cared for her before so she might care again, right? you were right cheryl, but not only veronica cares but so do archie, betty and jughead. they were your saviors and i’m sure they would do it again. and also like, a huge shoutout for our man archie andrews, he may had made some real stupid decisions before but he made the right one this time and i, and many other people are thankful for that.

i hope we get to see more of the core four with cheryl. maybe she’ll be the fourth for the time jughead is gone. and i hope we get to see the friendship with veronica and cheryl bloom (get it? hahah) into something beautiful.

p.s. i’m so glad she burned that toxic ass house to the ground, it was truly scary like, it had it’s own graveyard

also, if you ever feel hopeless, please, don’t commit suicide, someone cares about you, there’s always someone who does, even if it doesn’t feel like it. if you ever need to talk, my inbox is always open for anyone. i’m here for you and so are many other people too.

p.p.s. long live our fire queen, cheryl blossom.

ajcook1fan  asked:

..) She doesn't do social media, so how would she know people want an apology or a updated statement? Honestly hasn't society as whole changed in the last 2 years nevermind 10. Why not focus energy on people who actively are anti trans or make public comments who hurt the community (Micheal Che, Leslie Jones). If someone likes someone why actively try and point out the wrong in that person esp from their past??

Because honestly, Kate McKinnon helped me get the courage to come out and seeing something like this page demolish her for something like a sketch done (poor sketch now, but was a bgss hit) hurts me. I understand people are sensitive and triggered so a warning tag I get but to actively repost and hate comments? I just don’t get the point. She has done nothing recent to suggest and knowing what she has done and what being gay means to her I know with all my heart the skit wasn’t done for target.

sorry for the long messages - I don’t want to start anything with one that was a legit question for you on your reasoning. I say If you don’t like Kate just don’t reblog her? No need to reblog comments/posts and write negative things with no recent backings.

It looks like we might be missing a part here but I think I understand what you are saying and we have gotten a lot of messages on the same vein but yours is the most put together so I am going to respond to what I do have.

First these are the posts this person is referring to if anyone wanted to check. The exact thing you are talking about seems to be this: 

“Reminder also that Kate Mckinnon is transphobic. Lily Tomlin however seems to not be transphobic (though if anyone has any evidence to the contrary please feel free to add it)”

Which I added to a post talking about Kate Mckinnon and Lily Tomlin and how they are both lesbians who played Miss Frizzle the Magic Schoolbus character. 

So let’s dive in. Right out of the gate let us address your first point saying that she doesn’t have social media so how would she know people want an apology. 

She should know what she did was wrong. Without people telling her, as a person with critical thinking and someone who keeps very involved in politics she should have come to the conclusion on her own that what she did was wrong. But let’s say that she didn’t only because of ignorance, not because of malicious intent but because she truly did not know that her sketch was transphobic- then this is how we tell her. 

If she doesn’t know yet then she probably isn’t going to learn from quiet reflection, she probably needs someone to tell her and since it seems like the people in her life haven’t yet I am not holding up much hope that they will. So her fans do, social media does. 

And maybe if we spread the information enough then it will get to someone who can tell her and she can apologize and do better next time. That is the best case scenario, and that is what I am personally aiming for.

Now your next point- why not focus on something bigger. This is an argument used against any complaint brought up by marginalized groups until we reach the complaints that involve us being massacred. But what is missed is that those “little” complaints are the steps that come before a massacre, the little “jokes” about transgender people that no one calls out so everyone assumes is okay. 

And these jokes for a lot of people don’t make any conscious change though they subconsciously let the person know that transgender peoples lives are something to be joked about. But for a select few these jokes reinforce already held belief. For those terrible people that you sited- jokes are what let them know it was okay to have those terrible beliefs and what gave them the courage to be public about them. So jokes are important. 

Now the “why point out something wrong with someone I like” argument. I am not saying you can’t like them. But if you can’t handle objective facts about your hero then you are putting them on too high of a pedestal. 

Kate Mckinnon is a human being and she has made mistakes, and when I make mistakes I want people to point them out so I can fix them. I hope she wants the same thing, but even if she doesn’t ignoring the mistakes is not helping anyone. 

It isn’t helping her fans because it brings them into this false belief that she is perfect which only further separates her from them. It doesn’t help Kate Mckinnon, who is kept in the dark about this problem and may never fix it and may hurt people unknowingly. 

Again as you said it is completely possible that she actually didn’t know her sketch is hurtful, and just personally if something I had done was hurtful and I wasn’t aware I would want people to tell me so that I didn’t continue hurting people. 

And in regards to her being your hero to come out, that is fantastic and I am proud you got that strength and I am glad Kate Mckinnon could help you with that, but because she helped you doesn’t mean she can’t harm others. 

Consider this- a transgender women like you who also looks up to Kate Mckinnon. Imagine how it would feel for her to be watching old sketches and to come across one that painted her and people like her as predatory and just boys trying to be girls. Can you empathize with how horrible that experience would be? 

So maybe me posting that wasn’t for you, I have no interest in your beliefs about Kate Mckinnon, it was for that transgender woman. So that either she wouldn’t have to go through that moment, or so that after she went through that moment she would know that other people in the world saw that what Kate Mckinnon did was wrong, and so that person knows she isn’t alone. 

And in regards to “hate comments” maybe it is time for you to think about the fact that if me pointing out something that Kate Mckinnon did is hateful, what does that make her actions? Because my addition was mild. 

It was a statement of fact followed up with a positive affirmation about another lesbian actress. I think it is possible that you are just upset at what a hero of yours did and you want to forget it ever happened. And I have been there, I have been there this week actually, so I feel I may understand what you are going through. But I am sorry you can’t stay mad at the world for turning against someone you love forever. And at some point you are going to have to recognize that it was the one that you love who is actually at fault. 

And lastly I reblog her because she is a part of queer history. She is making queer history right now with her actions, and we need to decide if this is what we want the next generation to see as something we allowed. 

As someone who has studied queer history extensively I have worked against a lot of forces that wanted to erase the parts of history they don’t like. And I have learned that a lie of omission is still a lie. Silence is a choice, and it is not one I am going to be making anytime soon. 

Thank you for sending in your concerns I hope I addressed all of them.

Yes Sir

Jackson Wang x Reader

Genre: Smut and Fluff

Word Count:5,137

Warnings:Swearing and Sexual Content

A/N:I WAS IN LOVE WITH THIS IDEA OMG. CEO WANG! DIDNT FIND ONE I LIKED SO I WROTE ONE. Took so long and so much energy though.

The moodboard was made by me. If you wish to use it, please give credit. All photos were found on google. Credit to the owners:)

It’s always the same old, same old. Piles of paperwork, boring meetings, and overtime. Overtime was never your favorite. Was it anyone’s? The office was quiet and the only sound was that of papers flipping on both your desk and about two others. It was supposed to be about time you got home with your wine and your pizza for the weekend but of course, people were depending on you. The only upside to this crappy night was the view. Your office had a clear view of CEO Jackson Wang’s office if he chose to keep his blinds open. When he didn’t it was your loss but when he did, you couldn’t be happier. You observed how intently he worked. His jaw clenching when he was deep in thought and letting go when he found a solution. He was often fidgeting with his sleek black pen when he wasn’t writing with it. His office seemed pretty spacious so he often stood up and would pace back and forth behind his desk, talking to himself it seems. It was a wonderful view indeed and you were grateful that although he had the same view of you, he never looked your way.

He was a handsome man, one that could make you melt under his gaze but that rarely happened. He’s rarely looked at you ever since you started working here. A few times in a meeting and that was it. He didn’t speak too often with people at the office but he made rounds and sometimes asked how we were doing before going back to work. But tonight seemed different. You prepared to go back to your work when you felt a presence burning a hole in your face. It wasn’t too intense, as if they wanted to be inconspicuous. You looked up to see no other than CEO Wang staring back. You sat there in disbelief as he stared. He fidgeted with the pen in his hand, twisting it around his long, nimble fingers. Before you could break eye contact, he did it instead. He lowered his head and then brought it back up further, allowing you to see his defined neck. He ran a hand through his hair and by his gestures, you assumed he had laughed as well. Your eyes were bugging out wondering what was happening when he locked eyes with you again. He got up but kept your gaze, making you feel smaller. When he got up and made his way to his blinds, you were feeling quite intimidated. He showed a small smirk and suddenly closed them.

You were confused. What just happened? Why was he staring? Was this a dream? You didn’t want to admit it to yourself but you had a small crush on Jackson, as did most women in the office. The only difference was, you didn’t throw yourself at him. You kept your meeting short and respectful instead of trying to flirt. You couldn’t really flirt anyway. It was never your thing. This ordeal made you wonder though, did he finally notice you? Oh, get over yourself. You knew he had work to do. He often spaced out, staring at random objects when he was deep in thought. You were probably one of those random objects this time. When he realized you were staring back, he probably didn’t want a pair of eyes in his office. It was common sense. But even if you were a random object, you were glad he finally acknowledged you. You finished your work and made your way out, thinking only about how he stared at you.


The weekend passed pretty quickly and you had to trudge your way back to the office one again. You thought it would be a normal day but it was chaos especially when it came to your female co-workers. You tried to ignore the others’ behavior and made your way to your desk. You were surprised to be greeted by a velvety red envelope on your desk along with a rose. The envelope held a letter that read:

A Night To Remember…

A Night To Forget All Else…

For This Night,

Come And Think Only Of Me.

The next few words showed a time, date, and an address unbeknown to you. You sat at your desk in disbelief for a few seconds. This was like a scene in a movie. You reviewed the invitation over and over again, mostly thinking about the date which was at the end of the week. As you were about to put down the note, your co-worker and friend, Ella, came to you in a hysteric mess.

“Hey, did you get an invitation too? What color is yours? Does it say anyth-”

You cut her off by shushing her, wanting to clear your mind without her additional questions.

“Yeah I got one too. I’m guessing everyone got one?”

“Yeah…no. Not that many people got one. A few guys and a few girls. Anyway, what does yours look like? Mine is black and I found it when I got back from getting coffee. It was on my laptop and I’m pretty sure it wasn’t there before. The ones I’ve seen are all black with a little W in the corner in gold and I’m so confused and yeah…”

She took a few moments to catch her breath, allowing you to think. This was a pretty mysterious party. Would anyone could come? Would anyone take credit for it? One thing was for sure. Some people would be mad they didn’t get invited. It was also strange how you seemed to be the only one with a red envelope.

“Hey, did you get something along with your invitation?” you questioned.

“No, why? Did you?”

“Yeah, I got a flower. I doubt it’s anything though. What does yours say?”

“It says, You are cordially invited to attend the banquet of the year. Hope to see you there, then an address, date, and time. But if you got a flower, dude, we have to talk about this. Someone might like you!”

You were in a complete state of confusion. Your invitation was different and you got a rose. It seems whoever was throwing this party was your secret admirer and you enjoying every second of it. You had only been in one relationship and that was in high school. You were starting to want some validation and your friends’ weren’t always enough. These kind gestures let you feel better. And appreciated.


Other than the buzz in the morning, things had mostly calmed down. You were working but your mind kept drifting back to the invitation and rose. You stared at it often, contemplating if you should go or not. It was all you could think about during your lunch break although you left it on your desk. As you walk back to your desk, with coffee in hand, you are surprised once again by a phone set on your laptop.

You motion to go pick up the phone and ask who’s it was when the screen lit up with a text message.

W 3:43pm: It’s yours, don’t worry

You were livid but mostly frightened. Who would play this kind of joke on you? This prank wasn’t funny and you were determined to get to the bottom of it. You looked around trying to see who was trying to mess with you.

W 3:44:Don’t be scared

W 3:44:I’m the one who invited you

W 3:45:It’s my party

Your anger was soon subsided but you were still scared. How did they know how you felt? How did they know what you wanted to ask? You had many questions so you thought about how to reply.

You 3:52:Who are you?

You 3:52:Why did you give me this phone?

You 3:53:Why are you throwing this party?

Your questions were many and your patience was running thin. You were still looking around, seeing if anyone would respond and someone did, but the response didn’t add up to yours. It was taking a while for whoever W was to respond so you put the phone down, getting back to work. You turned the phone off, and looked up to find closed blinds, per usual. You didn’t like it, but you dealt with it. You shouldn’t let this get to you and you shouldn’t go to this party.


When you got home, it was time for a hot bath. That’s where you always did your best thinking. The bath was soothing and calmed your nerves, though you were still deep in thought. What was with this guy? No one really threw parties at the office and when they did, it was cheap and simple. This seemed too intricate for any of your co-workers and WAY out of their price-range although it was well-paying. You had this condo, that said something about your income.

When you got out and sat in your bed, you thought back to the mysterious phone. You turned it back on, wondering if W had responded. The screen lit up and you were greeted by a text.

W 5:00:I can’t answer all of your questions but I can tell you your main question will be answered tomorrow.

W 5:01: Please come

W 5:02: You won’t be disappointed.

You laid on your bed, wondering what this meant. Your thoughts were scattered and you were still confused. You knew you wanted to tell Ella about it but that would have to wait for a while. Your thoughts let you drift off to sleep, still wondering about your mystery man.


The morning was quiet. There was no more buzz, just the normal sound of regular gossip. That was until he came out. You were spacing out, sitting at your desk when CEO Wang came out of his office which rarely happened. All thoughts of your mystery man were pushed to the back of your mind, focusing on your boss. He looked as good as ever. A fitting, navy blue suit with black, leather shoes. His hair was swept to the side. He was really young for a CEO and his bleach blond hair, accentuated that.

He made his way to the meeting room, making others follow behind quiet and confused including you. By the time you got to the meeting room with your notebook to write down what he may say, he was standing at the front of the room.

“Those who were not invited to the banquet are dismissed.” he said calmly.

Although many were confused, nearly half of the people vacated the room, wondering what this was about. You spotted Ella and made a beeline towards her, plopping in the seat next to her. She seemed relieved to have you by her side, giving you a relieved glance before returning her attention to the boss.

“Hello, as you know, there will be a party that will be thrown this weekend. I would like to inform you that this party will be thrown by me. I am W.”

As the room filled with gasps and little murmurs, you were at a peak of confusion. The CEO. W? You knew your eyes were growing ever so large every passing second. Your mind went into over drive with thought. You were only broken out of your trance when Ella grabbed your hand, squeezing. Her eyes were large too but hers were filled with excitement. You looked back at the man at the front of the room, in utter shock. He looked back at you, a smile threatening to emerge but he kept his composure. His eyes seemed playful, as if they were toying with you.

“This party was organized for a large group of clients but I feel like this group also deserves a break. You all seem to be the hardest workers that I have seen in this office. I would appreciate if you could attend this party. Please wear formal clothing. Don’t try to look rich, just look nice, be polite, and enjoy yourselves. You are dismissed.” he said before he walked to the back, making his way to the exit, giving you a small wink before exiting.

You were left with a blank. Everyone was gossiping while you were contemplating. The CEO?! The fucking CEO! You hadn’t ever thought it would happen! This wasn’t a television drama! The murmurs in the room wouldn’t stop. Some people were even yelling but who could blame them? The CEO who almost never talked to his employees, had invited this group to a party. He left you speechless until you felt Ella pulling you back to reality with her high pitched squealing.

“Dude, it was the CEO! Can you fucking believe that!? And I let you go last night but no, we have to talk about this. I’ll call you around 8. Stay awake, okay?”

You answered her with an absentminded nod and made your way back to the main floor. You sat down and looked at the invitation on your desk. You look up to find him standing there, grin on his face before the blinds close again. The rest of your afternoon filled with shock and confused thoughts.


8:12 had rolled around before Ella had called you.

“Okay, I remember you said you got flowers with your invitation. Let’s start there.”

You took a deep breath before replying, knowing this would be an interesting conversation.

“Not exactly. I got one rose plus my invitation was red instead of black like yours.”

“Either way, we both know that the CEO likes you! Oh my gosh! What are you wearing to the party? We have until Saturday.” she said the words so fast, you could barely process what she was saying before you stopped her.

“Okay, you need to slow down. I’m not sure if I’m gonna go yet.”

The line was quiet for a few seconds before you uttered a “Hello?”, wondering if Ella was still on the line.

“NOT GOING?! Y/N! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!”

You pulled back, wanting to recover from the attack your ears just suffered.

“Nothing’s wrong with me! Calm down!”

You tried to calm her down, not wanting to hear her rant but she wasn’t going to be shut down.

“There has to be something wrong with you! You’re turning down the CEO!”

“I don’t think he likes me! Okay? He’s probably playing around with me. For all we know, he’s getting a kick from my reactions.”

Before you had gotten on the phone, you were planning on telling her about the new, private phone but that idea went out the window. She was already mad about you indecision between going to the party or not. You didn’t another reason to be yelled at.

“I really doubt that! We’re going shopping for formal dresses on Thursday!”

With that, she hung up, giving you no chance to respond. She knew that now you would be forced to comply and you didn’t appreciate her tactics. She knew you too well. You put your phone on your nightstand to charge, and suddenly you heard a vibrating sound. Speak of the devil. Like he’s on a schedule, he texted you right at 8:30.

W 8:30:Did I surprise you?

You hesitated on how you should respond. Of course anyone would be surprised. You couldn’t process that the CEO did all of this, for you.

You 8:32:I think anyone would be surprised

You 8:32:The CEO? wow

W 8:33:There’s nothing really wow about it

W 8:34:But would this be wow enough to bring you to my party?

You were surprised. Why was he so intent on getting you to this party? It was kind of cute actually, how hard he was trying.

You 8:36:I’m not sure if i’m coming

You 8:36:But why do you want me there?

You waited for an answer, never receiving one. You were just greeted by another cipher of a message.

W 8:40:Just come

W 8:40:You won’t regret it

You 8:41:And how can you be so sure?

W 8:42:I can guarantee it;)

You couldn’t help but feel a certain way over that text. Although you knew he didn’t want to scare you away, his commanding text felt authoritative to you as well as infuriating. Now that you knew who this guy was, it was easier to target your anger at someone. You didn’t want to give in too early so you tried to play hard to get, knowing you’d been caught in his snare already.

You 8:52:We’ll see then

You set your phone down, thinking you had won for the night. Instead, you were greeted by another text, picking up your phone almost instantly.

W 8:53:I’ll see you there then

He already knew he had you. It showed in his text. Although you didn’t win, you went to bed happy. It’ll be a fun week.


The next day, you came to work once again, not expecting anything. You were hoping for nothing but obviously, others had other plans for you. Sitting on your desk was a jet black box. You opened the box up to find a dress. A beautiful red dress that had lace everywhere. You wanted to take it out of the box but that wasn’t an option. You were at work and you were surprised no one saw it when you took the top of the box off.

 You turned your head to find CEO Wang grinning at his computer which made a smile appear on your face. You didn’t want to show how happy you were but it wasn’t often you got gifts. Even less that you got noticed by men. You sat down, and before you knew it, Ella was speeding over to you to ask “What’s in the box?”
You were thinking about how you could tell her without making her scream. You were glad she was excited for you but that was no reason to let the whole office know. Instead you explained to her that she couldn’t scream, squeal, or attract attention. She agreed and you opened the box allowing her to see the contents. You could hear a high squeal threatening to escape but she kept it in. Her eyes grew large and so did her smile.
“I think it’s official, don’t you?”

“What’s official?” you raise an eyebrow questioning her.

“That he freaking likes you. What the hell else?!” she screamed in a whisper.

“Yeah, whatever.”

You blow off the comment, making Ella go back to her desk with a shrug, but inside you think she’s right. At least you’re hoping she’s right. You sit down, looking in his direction once again. He’s trained on his work once again but after you glance at his a few times, he catches on. When you finally gave up on getting his attention, he seems to catch yours.
W 10:32:Guessing you liked it?


You 10:33:How did you know?


W 10:33:You’re still smiling

You automatically tried to hide your smile, fearing he could use your happiness against you. Although you tried, it kept creeping out. You couldn’t help it. For once you were happy. You couldn’t think of a way to retaliate when you knew he was right so you kept your head down, away from his line of sight.
W 10:40:I know your still there

W 10:41:Look at me

The texts surprised you. You weren’t expecting for him to exactly care for where you had gone. You expected him to get back to work and not bother with you until it was over. When you peeked your head over you little cubicle wall, you saw him staring back, a smile on his face and a tiny heart in his hand. If you hadn’t been around, you wouldn’t have found it. You reciprocated his act, and a smile stretching from ear to ear, came over his face. He went back to work, glancing at you every few minutes. You think the party would be fun to g to after all. And hey, no need for dress shopping anymore.


The week had dragged on, the only thing getting you through it were the small texts you and Jackson had been sending each other. Finally, Saturday rolled around and you were readying yourself. Ella had found a date with a guy she had been eyeing for a few weeks so she would go with him. You were getting ready at home and when you were done, you stood back and admired yourself.

The dress hugged your curves and the back was exposed. The front had a low v-lineThe lace was comfortable against your skin and you had done your makeup and hair. You were ready for the night of your life. You were about to make your way out with your coat, keys, and clutch in hand when you heard someone at the door. You weren’t expecting anyone. It was late enough that no one should have been coming around. You walk towards the door, curious of who was standing outside your apartment. When you opened it, you were greeted by no other than the man of the night himself, looking better than ever.

He was wearing a red suit that accentuated every feature. His coat matched your dress but his black t-shirt underneath let his stand different from you. His hair was done, swept over the side in a wavy manner. His color bones were on display, and you were enjoying the view. As you continued to take in the view, Jackson was doing some sightseeing himself. He took in all of how you looked and finally spoke up.

“Wow, you look…amazing. You’re beautiful.” he said with a chuckle.

You felt heat rushing to your cheeks, embarrassed at the compliment.

“So do you.” you say back.

For a few seconds, you stand there watching awkwardly, waiting for someone to say something. You chose to break the silence.

“So the man himself, came to get me?”

He chuckled to himself, thinking about your comment.

“I came because I thought you’d be thankful.”

“I am thankful.” you said with a small push on his shoulder.

“Oh really? Show me then.” he said back.

You froze. You didn’t know how to react so you stopped thinking and let your body move. You took a step forward and allowed your self to kiss him. His lips were soft and they comforted you. He kissed you innocently and slowly. They made you feel like you were in the right hands and soon you were. His arms snaked around your hips, pulling you closer. You got lost in the kiss for a few more seconds before it was time to break it. Out of breath but happy with yourself, you set your keys down, and put on your coat. Your heels clicked on the floor, breaking him from his trance.

“Let’s go Mr.CEO. Wouldn’t want to be late for your own party.”


Once you got to the party, people were surprised that you were, well, you. Or that you had come with your boss. The first half of the night was filled with common socializing. You found Ella and her date and were happy to talk to her about what has happened while the men had a conversation of their own. You were happy that you attended. The food was great, the people were nice, and you came with a great guy.

Eventually, the night was getting quieter and you were talking more to Jackson. They were normal conversations. Your birthday, career goals, and what made you happy. You were surprised he even wanted to listen. When the party started getting rowdy again however, you and he slipped away. You were led through a grand corridor. The walls and floors looked more expensive than anything you’ve seen in person.

When you arrived at room with double doors and gold trimming, you heart was beating a mile a minute. Jackson opened the door and ushered you in, closing and locking the door behind him. You felt out place in the extravagant room so you stood in the middle of the room, very awkwardly.

Jackson made his way to you, slipping off your coat with unsaid permission and wrapping his arms around your waist. The location of your coat had been lost while you were looking at the glint in his eye. The fireplace’s flames, dancing in them, letting you feel a spark. You put your arms around his neck, anticipating his next move.

“Was this your goal the entire time? To get me alone?” you ponder with a raised eyebrow.

He gave a deep chuckle in response, giving you your full answer when he leaned in. He left some space between the two of you, allowing you to fill it and when you did, it felt amazing. His lips were just as soft if not a bit more chapped but the kiss wasn’t innocent like before. He kissed you sensually, with a hunger that wasn’t there before. Before you knew it, a soft moan escaped your lips. One of his hands moved to your neck, pulling you in a bit more.

When he broke away, he trailed his eyes up and down, looking at you with dark eyes.

“You look fucking amazing in that dress.”

Your cheeks got even more flushed, not expecting the compliment. He walked you over to the bed in silence, looking at you every step of the way. When you had fell on the bed, he looked at you with pleading eyes, waiting to take off the dress. When you nodded, he went to work taking it off. It was off before you knew it and he was staring at you intently. You were glad you bought a brand new pair of black, lace panties for tonight but you were also embarrassed. His eyes, made you feel squeamish and nervous. He was a handsome man through and through. No one could deny that. But you weren’t sure about yourself and his staring made it feel worse. You tried to hide yourself with your hands but he wasn’t having it. He gently took your hands away.

“Don’t hide yourself. You’re so beautiful. And I’m lucky *kiss* to *kiss* have *kiss* you *kiss* here.”

His words warmed your heart and his kisses heated your body up even more.

“I don’t think you’re that lucky to be stuck with me.” you said with discontent. You were happy he viewed you this way but he smoothed any uncertainties over soon enough with his actions. His kisses slowly lowered and his breath fanned over your clothed core. You tried to squirm down, trying to make contact with his lips when he moved his lips to your inner thigh. Kissing soft but sensual kisses up and down your thighs. You whimpered, wanting him to make contact with the place that needed most attention when he looked up at your needy, disheveled face.

“You don’t give yourself enough credit.” he said with a smirk before slowly taking off your soiled panties. His lips soon attached to your swollen bud, sucking lightly from the get-go. His mouth lazily slid through your folds, giving you great pleasure.

“Oh, fuck.”

A string of lengthy moans were spilling from you, music to his ears. Jackson circled your clit and sucked gently to give you just enough pressure. Soon enough, you were feeling that familiar fire in your stomach, wanting you to catch the high the high you were chasing.

“Jackson, Jackson, I’m so close.”

“Keep moaning my name and I’ll give it to you.”

Wanting to get your high, you moaned his name in long and lengthy syllables. He seemed to appreciate your compliance, speeding up and adding a finger. Or two. Eventually, you got the orgasm, you had been wanting. The pleasure flowed through you. You laid there, trying to catch your breath while Jackson stripped himself of everything he had on. You watched him as he undressed, impressed by his muscles. He had a beautiful body to add to his face and you were amazed at how attractive a guy could be.

He brought his body up to kiss your neck this time and you graciously made more room for him. His eagerness pleased you for some reason. His kisses soon turned sloppy but it was fine because you were already drench and ready to go another round. He lined himself up with your entrance and moaned at the feeling of his tip playing at your entrance. He slowly pushed himself inside, watching to see if you were uncomfortable with anything before he continued. He slowly thrust into you in the beginning at a pace you both seemed to find lacking. When you whimpered, urging him to go faster, he definitely complied. He lifted your knees a bit and started moving swiftly. At the rate he was pounding into you, you were definitely getting another orgasm tonight.

After a few more thrusts, his movements were getting sloppy and you knew he was close too. You gave no warning this time, focusing only on the waves of pleasure surging through you in raging waves. Jackson soon followed after with a string of curses falling from his lips. He collapsed on top of you, tired and out of breath. When he caught his breath, he rolled off and covered your bodies with the silky blankets at the end of the bed.

“That was great.” he said with a large smile, moving the covers up to your chin.

“Yeah…wow.” You kept thinking of the orgasm he gave you, hard-hitting and still amazing. When you tried to get up and put on your panties, he pulled you back in the covers asking “Where’re you going?” with furrowed brows.

“To get my underwear.” you playfully smack his chest.

“You don’t need them right now though, stay with me.” he said with a slight pout.

You didn’t want or need the underwear anyway. You rolled back into the covers, allowing him to trap you in his muscular arms.

“So, when’d this happen?” you finally question.

“What do you mean?”

“When’d you notice a nobody?” you said with a small chuckle.

With a furrowed brow, he answered, “Who’s a nobody?”

“You know I mean me.” you said with a slightly playful tone.

“All I see is hardworking *kiss* intelligent *kiss* beautiful *kiss* woman.” he said with a reassuring smile.

You were really hoping these kisses weren’t a habit. If they were, you would fall for them every time.

“You’re embarrassing me. I don’t even see me that way.” you say covering your flushed cheeks with the covers.

 He pulled the covers down past your eyes and caressed you cheek saying, “If you don’t see yourself that way, I can help you. And I’d love to embarrass you more. Here, your place, the office, if you’d let me.”

“I think I already did.”