i just left it at there so you can write one and i'll go according to that

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Hi, I'm not sure if this got through before so I'll try again. Bad internet. My question(s) revolves around Rhaegar and Elia. Why was she the only one fit to wed? Was she not known to be frail and considering the expectations of children, wouldn't her frailty impede that? Was Varys or Rhaella involved, because I don't see Aerys agreeing.

Why was Aerys II willing to accept Rhaegar’s marriage to Elia Martell, but not Cersei Lannister? Was he just trying to stick it to Tywin or is there some other explanation?

I assume this is the same Anon. I did get your earlier ask, I was simply debating on how to answer it. I feel like I’ve talked about this a bunch of times, but in lieu of directing you to a number of posts that all sort of say parts of the same thing, I’ll just write one final answer-post on this question.

To understand Aerys II’s choice of a bride for his son, I think one has to understand the times in which Rhaegar’s betrothal was made. The Aerys who sat the throne in 279 AC was a different man from the hopeful prince who had ascended in 262 AC. The thin veneer of charm and outgoing friendliness that had been characteristic of the young king had been forever dispelled by the Defiance of Duskendale; kept as a hostage for a year, aware that there was a very likely possibility of his being killed, the Darklyns and Hollards openly assaulting the idea of the body of the king being sacrosanct, the king slipped permanently into the violent suspicion and paranoia for which he has become known. That suspicion, according to Yandel, applied particularly to Rhaegar:

Prince Rhaegar, [Aerys] was convinced, had conspired with Tywin Lannister to have him slain at Duskendale. They had planned to storm the town walls so that Lord Darklyn would put him to death, opening the way for Rhaegar to mount the Iron Throne and marry Lord Tywin’s daughter.

Notably, what follows immediately in Yandel’s account is Aerys seeking a bride for his son:

Determined to prevent that from happening, King Aerys turned to another friend of his childhood, summoning Steffon Baratheon from Storm’s End and naming him to the small council. In 278 AC, the king sent Lord Steffon across the narrow sea on a mission to Old Volantis, to seek a suitable bride for Prince Rhaegar, “a maid of noble birth from an old Valyrian bloodline.“ 

Right there, we can see what Aerys wanted in a future daughter-in-law. One, the bride had to be of eminent Valyrian descent. That’s not so surprising: Aerys had tried for a long while, after all, to provide a sister for his son to wed (and, I think, in his last desperate attempt, even tried to get a daughter of Steffon and Cassana, just to have a second cousin; is it coincidence that Renly is born over a decade after next brother Stannis, and just a year after Prince Viserys?). Indeed, as the product of an incestuous union, and having married his own sister, Aerys might have been naturally inclined to go back to this traditional Valyrian practice for the next generation. However, after 14 years of trying, the sole surviving Targaryen was little Viserys, who happened to be the wrong sex; even if Rhaella produced a daughter the year after Viserys was born, Rhaegar would be at least 30 before he could even think about consummating his marriage with his sister-wife - and in the downtime, he could find himself a bride elsewhere. Aerys’ only option, if he wanted a Valyrian-blooded consort for his son, was to go looking for one already grown (hence that mission to Volantis).

Secondly, but not explicitly said, I think the other qualification was that the bride absolutely could not bring great wealth or strength to the marriage - and that specifically to avoid Cersei Lannister becoming crown princess. After almost two decades of having him as Hand, Aerys had grown hateful, suspicious, and fearful of Lord Tywin, and no less so after the Defiance of Duskendale (see the first section of this essay I wrote for more details on their relationship). As Yandel noted, Aerys was specifically afraid that Rhaegar, married to Lady Cersei, would take advantage of his father-in-law’s wealth and power to overthrow his own father and declare himself king. I think Aerys decided that any bride with a plump dowry and a powerful House backing her could potentially do the same. Perhaps this also inspired Steffon’s mission: as seen with Larra Rogare and Mellario of Norvos (and quite cruelly with Serala Darklyn), Essosi ladies married to Westerosi men can find life in their new home isolating and foreign, lacking familiar allies and the comforts of their native states.

However, when Steffon’s mission ended in failure, Aerys was left with a predicament. Rhaegar would plainly have to marry a Westerosi - but who could combine Valyrian heritage and relative lack of wealth? Skipping over any descendants of Aegon V’s sisters, the next closest (dynastic) relatives to the main-line Targaryens would be the descendants of Princess Daenerys Targaryen, daughter of King Aegon IV, who had married Prince Maron Martell, ruling Prince of Dorne. Conveniently for the king’s desires, Dorne is the poorest and least populous of the continental states. Elia’s dowry would be far less impressive than Cersei Lannister’s, and, if Rhaegar wanted to overthrow his father, the relatively small number of Dornish spears would have to march up through the loyalist and traditionally Dornish-hating Reach (and its enormous mailed fist) or the Stormlands, under the control of his Baratheon cousins (not specifically his good friend Steffon anymore, but Aerys might have thought he had no reason to distrust the young Lord Robert at this point). Elia had Valyrian blood in her veins, was of an age with Rhaegar, and had little promise of success in any attempted coup; she, to Aerys, was the perfect choice available for his son’s bride.

The Queen Regent (NFriel)

I'll Save You (Oswald Cobblepot x Female Reader)

I really had to write this today to comfort myself. It’s not so creative and quite short, but I hope it still comforts some of you as well. No matter how difficult and hard times are, you are stronger. You are loved. People care for you. Always remember this. I have to remember. I will remember. 

Warnings: Angst, Comfort, Massive Self-Doubts, Kind of stalking Oswald, Slight Fluff

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Juhannus

Now, in midsummer, Finnish people are celebrating this thing called Juhannus: it’s basically a celebration of midsummer and light, which we indeed have a lot of this time of year. I’m sure other countries have similar celebrations, but I thought I’d tell you how we celebrate it here in Finland!

So, first, the name juhannus actually comes from Christianity: some people say it’s the birthday of that guy who baptized Jesus. I think his name was John or something. The Finnish form of the name John is Johannes, so johannes, juhannus, see where the name comes from? However, I know exactly 0 people who really celebrate juhannus because of that. It used to be a festival related to the old religions here, from the time before our neighbours made us Christian.

When do we celebrate it, exactly? Well, since 1955, juhannus has been celebrated - in Finland and also in Sweden, but probably not as juhannus - on the Saturday between the 20th and 26th of June. This year juhannuspäivä (”juhannus day”) falls on 24th of June, while juhannusaatto (”juhannus eve”), which, according to my mom, is when most of the celebration takes place, is 23rd of June, the Friday before. Also known as yesterday at the moment I’m writing this. 

How do we celebrate? The most common way is to get together with friends, maybe go to a summer cottage, by the sea or one of our 187 888 lakes, and get drunk. Of course. Finns love all the holidays that give us a reason to get drunk. It’s a little sad, really. 

Of course, when you’re drunk, it’s a great idea to go for a swim, especially if you can’t actually swim while sober! That is why many people drown during juhannus, I checked the news just a while ago and already two people had done just that. It’s… also pretty sad, really.

Anyway, there are also people who don’t get terribly drunk on juhannus. I know, because most of my family belongs to this category. The way we usually spend juhannus is that we go to our summer cottage in the beautiful Turku archipelago, usually our grandparents and cousins are there too. We go swimming - while sober because we’d prefer not to drown - go to sauna, roast or barbecue sausages, and just enjoy the summer with the whole family. 

And, of course, a crucial part of celebrating juhannus is the juhannuskokko. Bonfires are burnt around the country. It’s a tradition! It was originally used to fend away evil spirits, I’ve heard. 

There are also specific ways to decorate your house during juhannus. The most common and simple way is perhaps the juhannuskoivu. People cut down small, young birch trees and tie them to the doorposts of the front door of the house. Wikipedia tells me that the same thing is practiced in Sweden, too, which is not a big surprise since we have been influenced by Sweden quite a lot. I mean, also not a surprise, since we were a part of it for ~600 years. Another common decoration are just… flowers. In my experience, at least.

In Finland’s Swedish-speaking areas and in Åland juhannussalko is a tradition too. It’s also used in Sweden, as well as similar things being used in other European countries, but usually during some other time than midsummer. It’s called a maypole in English, a tall, wooden pole decorated with flowers and such. People dance around it, and, I’m sure a lot of people know what they’re for. 

I mentioned sauna very quickly, but it is a tradition to go to sauna on juhannus. It’s called juhannussauna. You’re supposed to make a fresh vihta or vasta  - there is a lot of debate on which is the correct word - from the branches of the juhannuskoivus you just cut from the forest, though any birch tree is fine. When the vihta/vasta is made around juhannus, the leaves are as big as they’ll get but also still soft, so they’re perfect for what you’re supposed to use them for - hitting yourself and everyone else in the sauna with you. 

Yes, that is really their purpose, but you’re not supposed to hit them so hard it hurts, just… Hit them. Carefully. Not as if you were whipping them to death with a bunch of birch sticks and leaves. People do this other than on juhannus, too, by the way. I’ll make a post about saunas someday, so I’ll talk more about vihtas/vastas too. 

There are also a lot of music festivals in Finland during summer, and juhannusfestarit is a thing. A quick Google search tells me that this year alone there are at least 8 of these. There are other, smaller celebrations too, of course, and there is the event called juhannustanssit. People get together to… dance, really, and probably also to drink. I don’t know, I’ve never been to one, as far as I remember.  (Below a painting by Anders Zorn, called Midsommardans, the Finnish name is Juhannustanssit. Zorn was Swedish, though, but he was friends with a couple of famous Finnish artists, so it goes. It also has a juhannussalko in the background.)

Then, there is also the most important part of juhannus… Juhannustaiat! Juhannustaika is like a “spell”, usually to try to find our your future spouse or to get a good harvest. For most spells you had to be naked for them to work, had to run around fields and saunas and look into wells and jump over brooks and stuff, all while naked. There is, however, one juhannustaika that is still practiced to this day (not saying that the others aren’t, but I personally haven’t done any of those) though probably not that seriously. 

It’s very simple, and I’ll tell you how to do it, so you can use it some juhannus, wherever you live! If you can find flowers nearby, I mean. Anyway, it goes like this:

  1. Go outside.
  2. Find 7 different types of flowers.
  3. Pick at least 1 of each type of flower. (Some versions say you have to be naked while picking them, but it’s not necessary.)
  4. Go back inside.
  5. Place the flowers under your pillow.
  6. Go to sleep with the flowers still under your pillow.
  7. Dream.
  8. You should see your future spouse in the dream. 

Dating tips from DREV to you all. <3 And happy midsummer, hyvää juhannusta! (Or what’s left of it!)

Part 1: This Summer, Let’s Enjoy the Yukata: How to Choose and Wear a Yukata! A Yukata Date with A 2.5D Actor

Part 2 is here → Ueno Park Date in a Yukata!

2.5D Actor’s First Time Shopping for Yukata…So, a Yukata Date Scenario in Ueno!

Kondou Shouri is active in various 2.5D stageplays, and one of it is this September’s Hyper Projection Engeki Haikyuu!! The Summer of Evolution. This summer, we went with Kondou-san to a men’s yukata shop to get his own yukata. After that, with Kondou-san’s unusual suggestion, a hypothetical date at Ueno Park. Well then, please enjoy the shopping and date!

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Feverish Fall (sickfic, flu)

Note: I was gonna wait to post this, but I got really excited at everyone’s positive reactions to the first GingerSnap fic I posted (thank you!!!). So here’s one featuring mostly Elliott and introducing Will (brief character bio here)! This one is a lot longer, so I hope that’s cool.

Edit: I forgot that I got the idea based on a prompt from this list. (It’s the first one there, you can’t miss it.)


There were few times Elliott Chapman had been so relieved to finish a shift as he was now. Whatever energy he’d had at the start of the day had long since vanished, and it was all he could do not to lean into the wall as he took his apron off and slipped his hands into the sleeves of his sweatshirt. His head pounded and had been spinning for the past few hours. That, coupled with the shakiness of his hands and relentless interruptions from his respiratory system, had made it quite difficult to carry trays from table to table and be quick about it.

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5x20 missing scene - "I'll get the wine,"

Words: 1566

Summary: “I’ll get the wine,”

AN: This was supposed to be a 500 word missing scene fic but it took on a mind of its own once I started writing and ended up making me cry a bit.

This is just my take on what happened after Felicity went to get the wine.


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“I’ll get the wine,”

It’s been months since she said those words. To Oliver, at least. She’s pretty sure she says them to herself several nights a week nowadays. And yeah, some people might call that a drinking problem but Felicity likes to call it surviving. Which definitely sounds like a drinking problem. But it’s the price she pays for the life she leads.

She’s just opening the door to the garage when she realises her stomach feels funny. Nervous. Her stomach feels nervous. The conversation she just had with Curtis has really mixed up her insides and now all of a sudden she’s getting wine and is about to share Chinese food with Oliver. Like a date. Like they used to do at least once a week during those blissful months after they returned from Ivy Town.

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You know what really bothers me the more I think about it? How much of Civil War would have been avoided if Steve had come to Tony when he found out Bucky killed Howard and Maria and told him.

Because picture this: He’s still reeling from seeing Bucky again, he’s still trying to process everything that’s happened and everything that this means. He’s still trying to believe it, but Steve knows he can’t be silent about this. Bucky was his best friend but Howard was his friend too and he can’t look at Tony without seeing Howard in him, without guilt twisting up in his stomach hard enough to make him feel sick.

So he sits Tony down with a bottle of Tony’s favorite scotch even if he doesn’t really approve of how much Tony already packs away, but he sits him down and pours him a drink because he knows this is going to be messy and complicated and painful and he takes a steadying breath and he looks Tony in the eye and says, “I have to tell you something.”

Because picture this: Tony doesn’t know what’s going on and he’s already thinking of six different reasons why this ominous little talk is happening (only two of which he’s directly responsible for, scout’s honor) and eighteen different jokes to deflect with before Steve can say another word. Except Steve is grim-faced and uncomfortable and hesitating like he doesn’t know whether he should start or not and once he does Tony kind of wishes he’d just walked away the minute he saw Steve Rogers bearing booze as a peace offering. He’s silent as Steve talks but his face says enough, his expression shifting from disbelief to heartache to shock to rage in the space of a heartbeat before settling into that dangerous, deceptive calm that never means anything good. His voice is hard when he asks, “Where is he?” and Steve is honest when he says, “I don’t know. But I’m going to try to find out. He still needs me, Tony.” and Tony takes the bottle and leaves without another word.

He’s gone for a week and no one knows where he is. (Which is a lie because Pepper and Rhodey know exactly where he is, Steve can see it in the tight, tired, worried lines of their eyes, but they don’t offer and he doesn’t chase them for it. He’s done enough already.)

Because picture this: Tony thinks of Clint and those dead eyes of his, of what Loki did to Barton, to all those other people. He thinks of what he might have done, what he would have been forced to do, if Loki’s staff hit his body and not his arc reactor. He thinks of Yinsen and he thinks of the cave and he thinks of all those weapons with his name on them in the hands of people who should have never had them and he tries very, very, very hard not to directly think of Obadiah Stane.

He comes back to HQ and he’s exhausted and wrung out and maybe a little hungover but he finds Steve and he ignores the concern clear in the other man’s eyes and he tells him, “Let me know if I can help.” and that’s all he’s got left but it’s enough.

Because picture this: She was the love of Steve’s life but she was also Tony’s Aunt Peggy and when they find out she’s died suddenly the urgency behind their fight about the Accords dims. It’s Tony who sits shoulder to shoulder with Steve at her funeral, listening to Sharon talk about this fierce, strong woman who they both loved so much, who’d knock their heads together if she saw them at each other’s throats the way they were.

And after the service they can agree on one thing: The Accords aren’t perfect and if Steve can’t agree to them maybe they can sit down with the UN and find a better middle ground. 

Their team, their family, is worth more than this and when Bucky is pegged for the UN bombing, Tony is still standing shoulder to shoulder with Steve, not ready to believe Barnes is totally innocent but willing to spend the time to find out if it means helping Steve keep his head on straight, if it means keeping the Avengers together.

Because picture this: Tony finally coming face to face with Bucky in Sibera after being blindsided with the footage of his parent’s murder, reeling and feeling like his heart’s been ripped open, feeling like he can’t fucking breathe. Tony having to meet the eyes of this man, his parent’s murderer, the person who took them away from him, and taking a shaky breath that hitches in his throat too hard to be steadying, watching Bucky’s face for a long moment before he says, “Someone had to remind me once I was a mechanic. That’s kinda what I do. I, you know. I fix things. I have a solid track record of that working out pretty well for me.” 

Because this man is a murderer but he isn’t, he doesn’t want to be, and Tony can see it, he can remember what that feels like. And maybe Tony’s sickly pale and maybe his heart still feels like it’s broken and maybe he’s going to be seeing the images of his parents being killed over and over again in his head every time he closes his eyes for a while but that doesn’t mean he can’t try to help. They’re the good guys. This is what they do, so he looks at Bucky and he says, “So that’s just what we’re gonna have to do, right? We try to fix this.”

anonymous asked:

I really just need some hl fics that will make me cry my eyes out since that's probably all I'll be doing this weekend, any help?

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The Last Something That Meant Anything by jaded25

“You know my heart - so tell me honestly, did you ever really want this?
So I’ll sing this song for every word that comes out wrong
But I’ll be okay – is that what you want me to say?”

In the end, it’s neither the fame or the pressure, nor Management or the constant hiding and denying that tears them apart. Or maybe it’s a sum of all  and so much more on top.
In the end, it’s Harry.

When Harry leaves the band - leaves Louis - to pursue his dreams of a solo career, he breaks much more  than just One Direction.
It’s a gamble and a new start for each of the boys but while Harry walked away smiling, finally having got everything he apparently dreamt of, Louis is left to pick the pieces up.

Some hearts don’t break even, some are simply shattered. So can you really learn to un-love someone?

fall into your sunlight by shoulderbladesarewings

Louis and Zayn are demons. Liam’s an angel who’s not allowed to associate with them. Harry’s sick, and Louis still loves him.

one more for the stars by imsosorry

It’s different, and Louis knows that, because Harry’s got so much riding on this - a career and a future and his whole life. There’s talk of him going first overall in the draft, of entering the NFL after only two years in college, of going to New York or Seattle or Green Bay, and Louis wants to be there for him, wants to support him and help him make decisions, but he also kind of wants to pin him to the bed and cry and scream, What about me what about me what about me?

(au. Harry’s the star quarterback and Louis is about to graduate. It’s a heartbreak waiting to happen.)

Learning to Breathe by youcomecrash

He’s playing football at one of the top universities in England and he should love everything about his life right now, but instead he’s moving backwards. How does your past fit into your present? Louis is still figuring it out.

don’t tell the gods (we left a mess)  by bottomlinsons (grimgrace)

After a misunderstanding with Liam’s mother, Louis agrees to accompany his best friend to a family wedding and pretend to be the world’s best boyfriend. But their simple plan goes awry when he learns that Harry, ex-boyfriend/ex-love of Louis’ life, will also be in attendance. (aka: fake!boyfriends with a twist ft. bromance, romance and cake.)

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Ashton Irwin Smut → Safe Word

Pairing: Ashton x Reader

Request: Yes

Word Count: 2.732

Warning by Cassie: Heart-attacks, chest pain, throbbing and dropping vagina can occur… if so blame Jana! (aka me)

A.N: I mixed these two because they are kinda familiar and I don’t wanna write two Daddy Kink smuts. I hope that’s okay.

+ It’s a pretty ‘hardcore’ smut so you probably shouldn’t read this if this makes you uncomfortable or if you’re like 12 or something

‘I’ll be coming home later tonight. The meeting turned out longer than I thought. I’m sorry princess. See you later. x’

I sighed and put my phone aside. I’ve been alone at home since yesterday evening. Ever since my boyfriend Ashton got the promotion at his job he’s always gone. Either at meetings, trips or he has to work until late in the night which didn’t leave us much time for taking or spending time together or even for physical contact. We haven’t had sex in a week. I’m craving for his touch, his fingers touching every inch of my body and his lips everywhere on my soft skin. I miss his beautiful smile and his perfect dimples. I miss his voice and how he whispers dirty things into my ear. I bit my lip and felt a tingly feeling between my thighs. What am I even doing do myself?

I peaked to the clock above the tv and sighed. It was already 9.38 p.m. According to his text Ashton wouldn’t be home any time soon and the arousing feeling between my legs grew with every second that passed by. I sat crossed legged on the couch and rocked my hips back and forth, thinking about what I should do now. Should I wait for Ashton? He would probably be too tired or not in the mood, which pretty much left me with only one choice to satisfy my lust.

I switched off the TV and ran upstairs, closing the bedroom door behind me. Slowly I stripped down all my clothes, walked to the bed and lay down on it, making myself comfortable. Actually I was never much a fan of touching myself but Ashton left me with no choice. Only thinking of him turned me on, especially since he hasn’t pleasured me in almost a week.

With an imagine of Ashton in my head I started playing with my breasts. I swirled my nipples around with my thumb. I guided my index finger to my mouth and sucked lightly on my fingertip to wet it before I moved it back to my nipple. A soft moan escaped my lips when I squeezed my breasts, imagining Ashton’s big hands on them. My right hand moved down to my lady parts. I rubbed over my wet pussy with the palm of my hand before I dipped my finger into it. I imagine Ashton’s raspy voice whispering dirty things in my ear and calling me baby girl and I instantly got wetter.

I started to draw figure eights around my clit, soft moans escaping my lips. Eventually I thrusted one finger in and out of myself, adding a second finger soon after. With my free hand I continued rubbing harshly over my clit. I bucked my hips and moans and Ashton’s name left my mouth. “Oh god yes!” I moaned out and pounded my finger in an out to me in a quick pace. I felt my stomach tighten and my moans grew louder. Not long after, my orgasm washed through my whole body.

“Couldn’t you wait for me?” I heard a stern voice say from the other side of the room. I immediately turned my head to the door and spotted Ashton. I couldn’t really tell how he was feeling. His face expression was rather tired but his eyes were full of lust. “A-Ashton..I didn’t think you’d be home by now.” I stuttered and and pulled my legs up to my stomach to cover myself up. “My last meeting got canceled.” He explained and slowly walked towards me, his face not showing any emotions. “I see you had fun without me.” My cheeks reddened and I nodded hesitantly. “I thought you’d come home late tonight and I just couldn’t wait any longer. Sorry Ash.” Ashton’s eyes scanned my exposed body while he threw his blazer on the wooden ground and loosened his tie. “What was that baby girl?” He asked with a raised eyebrow. I bit my lip, “I’m sorry, daddy.” The corners of Ashton’s lips raised. “Good girl. Now would you come here princess?”

I rose from the bed and quickly walked in Ashton’s direction, making sure to sway my hips a tad more than necessary. “I missed you princess.” He mumbled and roughly pulled me close to him. “I missed you too daddy.” I smiled and traced my finger down his chest and hooked it in the hem of his dark jeans. “You’ve been a really bad girl, you know that right?” He hissed and connected his lips to my neck, leaving hot kisses behind. “Yes daddy. I know.” I agreed and pulled him closer to me. “Go on your knees.” Ashton demanded, “Daddy needs you to suck his cock.”

I happily obeyed and got down on my knees in front of Ashton. I looked up to him, building up eye contact while I slowly unzipped his jeans. I pulled down his jeans and noticed his semi hard length. “Did you watch me pleasuring myself daddy?” I asked and palmed Ashton’s cock through his tight black boxers. He licked over his lips, “How could I’ve resisted? You looked so fucking hot baby girl.” A smile grew on my face and I started rubbing over the fabric of Ashton’s boxers. He grew harder under my touch with every stroke I did and it didn’t take long until he was rock hard. “C’mon baby girl, daddy needs you to suck it.” Ashton hissed and tangled his hand in my hair.

I pulled down Ashton’s boxers, his length slapping against his toned stomach, causing him to let out a sharp breath. I palmed his erection and slowly pumped up and down. I swiped my thumb over his head to collect the pre-cum before I leaned forward to suck on his tip. “Shit.” He softly moaned and his grip in my hair tightened. I wrapped my mouth completely around his cock and slowly bobbed my head back and forth. Ashton released a loud groan and started to thrust into my mouth. I tried to fit as much in my mouth as I possibly could without gagging, I used my hand on the rest I couldn’t fit in my mouth. I ran my tongue up and down his shaft and slit him deeper in my mouth. “Just like that princess.” He whimpered as his tip hit the back of my throat. My eyes fluttered open and I build up eye contact with him again. Ashton’s mouth was open ajar and his chest rose and fell rapidly. “Fuck.” He hissed and he thrusted his hips forward roughly. He gripped my hair tighter and pressed my head closer to him and stilled my movements. I had to keep myself from gagging while he held me steady. I swirled my tongue around his shaft again, causing Ashton to moan. He pressed his cock further into my mouth, I whined and tears stung in my eyes and I suppressed my gag reflexes as good as I possibly could. He pulled my head back and thrusted into my mouth again before he shot his hot load down my throat, curse words escaping his lips. “Ah fuck!” He cursed when I sucked in his tip to collect all his cum. I released him with a quiet ‘plop’ and cleaned the corners of my mouth with my finger.

“Did you like that daddy?” I asked innocently and I looked at him with big eyes, still on my knees. “I always love your pretty mouth around my cock.” He smirked and lifted me up from the ground. “Now lay down on the bed.” He demanded sternly. I nodded, strutted over to the bed and lay down on the soft mattress. “Now put your hands over your head.” I bit my lip and obeyed Ashton’s demand. “What are you gonna do to me daddy?” I asked innocently. A quick smile grew on Ashton’s face before he turned serious again. Without a word he walked to our closet and pulled out a black box.

Oh god.

“You’ve been a very naughty girl tonight. I think I have to punish you for that.” Ashton said and got handcuffs out of the box. He placed the box on the nightstand and sat down on the bed next to me. With one of his ridiculously big hands Ashton trapped both of mine and cuffed my them to the bed frame. “But daddy I didn’t do anything bad.” I defended myself. “Oh baby girl.” He purred, “You shouldn’t have touched yourself.” Ashton pressed his lips against my neck and started sucking harshly on it, leaving marks behind to make sure everyone knows I belong to him. After he covered my whole neck with hickeys he kissed down to my breasts. He squeezed my right breast with his hand while he trapped my left nipple between his teeth. He started sucking and biting down on it and swirled his tongue around it to ease the pain a little, repeating his action with my right nipple. “Oh shit Ashton.” I moaned. Immediately he stopped his action and raised his head. “What was that baby girl?” He asked angrily. I bit down on my lip, “I mean Daddy.” I whined. “Oh baby girl, your punishment keeps getting worse.” He chirped and squeezed my breasts with his hands before he started kissing down my stomach. His lips touched every inch of my body, he kissed down my legs and left kisses on my thighs and left more marks on my hips.

“Fuck daddy! Please do something.” I groaned. “I’ll take my sweet time princess. It’s all part of your punishment.” He winked and kissed the inside of my thighs again. His long index finger traced along my wet slit. “Can’t wait to eat you out baby girl. You taste so fucking good. And I can’t wait to fuck your tight little pussy.” He hissed and pressed his finger against my dripping core. “But first things first. Do you remember out safe word?” I nodded. “Y-yeah.” I whined, desperate for contact. “What is it? Tell me.”

“Waterfall (idek).” I told him impatiently. “Good girl.” He smiled and dipped his finger between my folds. I let out a sharp breath and vibrations shot through my whole body. I just now realized how much I missed Ashton’s touch. He slowly rubbed his finger over my clit, lowered his head and blew hot air against my core before he replaced his finger with his tongue. I let out a low moan as his tongue connected with my clit, stimulating it perfectly. I moaned out and bucked my hips but Ashton’s hand pressed me down onto the bed to keep me steady. “Keep still.” He growled and I felt one of his fingers on my opening. “Oh fuck daddy.” I screamed out when he entered one of his fingers into me, then another and another, harshly pumping in and out of me. He flicked his tongue harshly around me clit while his fingers pounded into me in a quick pace. “D-daddy I’m so c-close” I stuttered when I felt my stomach tighten. “Cum for me baby girl.” He said, I quickly obeyed and let my climax wash over me.

Ashton didn’t stop pumping in and out of me and his mouth still sucked on my sensible clit. “Oh shit..shit Ash stop!” I whined. A growl escaped Ashton’s lips and he thrusted his fingers deep into me. “Fuck I-I mean daddy. Please.” I moaned. He shook his head no and continued his pleasuring torture. I bucked my hips forward, Ashton curled his fingers and hit my g-spot with each thrust. “Fuck Daddy!” I screamed out and arched my back off the bed. “Oh god!” I moaned and my stomach tightened again. “C-close!” Right before another orgasm hit me Ashton pulled away from me and quickly jumped off the bed. I whined at the loss of contact and desperately looked at him. “Daddy please..”I whined. “Don’t be so impatient princess.” He grinned, walked to the black box and pulled out a dark blue vibrator.

My eyes widened and my breathing got shallow. I already came two times and I didn’t know if I could handle this. Ashton seemed to notice my state of mind and pecked my lips. “If you want me to stop, just say the safe word princess.” He softly said. “It’s okay, I can handle it.” I smiled and Ashton pressed his lips against mine again before he positioned himself between my legs. I breathed heavily as the vibrating toy made contact with my swollen clit. It was on the highest mode, I was reviving intense pleasure from it and I rolled my hips trying to get even more from it. Ashton slammed the vibrator inside of me, pumping it deep and hard into me, making me scream out in pleasure. I tried to wiggle out of the handcuffs, I wanted to touch Ashton and press him even closer to my body but it was impossible to escape the metal rings around my wrists. The deep pit in my stomach quickly returned and I couldn’t hold it back. My orgasm hit me even harder than the fist one, making me see stars. Pleasure was vibrating though my whole body and I screamed out when my climax washed through me. “Fuck daddy.” I moaned when Ashton pulled the vibrating tou out of me.

“You okay?” Ashton asked and hovered over me. With heavy breathing I nodded. “I love you baby girl.” He whispered and pressed his lips against mine. “Can you do another one?” He whispered and softly ground his naked crotch against mine, his boner poking my inner thighs. “Y-Yes daddy.” I whispered. “That’s my girl.” He smiled, palmed his cock and stroked it a few times to make it even harder, before he eased himself into me, causing us both to moan. Ashton started thrusting slowly into me but eventually he quickened up his pace, thrusting deep and hard into me. He placed his hands on the headboard and steadied himself while he pounded roughly into me. I screamed out in pleasure, my back arched from the bed again and I threw my head back. “Fuck Daddy!” I moaned. “Scream it louder baby girl.” Ashton hissed and slammed harder into me. The bed was rocking against the wall when Ashton pounded into me in a quick pace. “Fuck DADDY RIGHT THERE! FUCK!” I screamed loudly. Ashton cursed and the grip on the bed frame tightened. His thrusts got sloppier and harder, I could tell he was close. “Fuck I’m gonna cum.” I moaned. “Hold it just a bit longer.” Ashton groaned and bit down on his lip while he increased his pace.

With all my strength and concentration I tried to hold back my orgasm a little while longer, but it was almost impossible. “Fuck Ashton!” I screamed out. Ashton glanced at me, “Cum.” He demanded and I happily obeyed. I let go of all the control of my body and let the orgasm wash through me. My vision blackened and my head got dizzy. “Oh my god.” I moaned and felt Ashton shot his load into me. He kept thrusting into me to ride out both of our orgasms.

After a few thrusts he pulled out of me but his finger pressed against my clit once again. “What the..?” I whined when Ashton rubbed over my overly sensible clit. “I told you to call me Daddy.” He said sternly. “I-I’m sorry.” I whined, my legs shaking but Ashton kept rubbing sloppy circles around my clit. “Fuck. Fuck daddy!” I screamed and tears were running down my cheeks. I was overwhelmed by the feeling. I came four times and I couldn’t take another one. I felt dizzy and my whole body was aching. “Stop!” I cried. “Shit! Waterfall. Waterfall.” I whined and raised my hips from the bed.

Ashton immediately stopped his movement and quickly hovered over me with a concerned look on his face. “Are you okay?” He asked and kissed my tears away. I nodded. “Yeah. It was just a little bit too much for me.” I admitted exhausted. “It’s okay, I may have exaggerated a little.” He said. “You sure you okay?” He asked again and softly pecked my lips. “Of course I am!” I chuckled. “I love you.”

“I love you baby girl.”

Hidden Messages

Ship: Raphril

Universe: TMNT!2012

Note: Haha so this was the one I was supposed to have posted on Monday (or Tuesday at the latest). I had a lovely anon who reminded me and so it’s thanks to her I’m posting this at all because I totally forgot I was supposed to do that XD

Summery: Raph writes a letter that he deeply regrets, only to regret it a lot less later on. Takes place after Casey Jones versus the Underworld.

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absentlyabbie  asked:

Bratva AU; bed

As requested, this takes place within my Bratva AU. You should probably read those first.

Throwing caution to the wind doesn’t mean throwing forward-thinking to the wind, so when she and Oliver finally cross the line they’ve been dancing along for so long, Felicity makes sure to steer them to her room instead of his.

It doesn’t matter in the moment—since, honestly, in the moment any flat surface will do—but it pays off in the aftermath.

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By noon the whole army is buzzing, voices ringing in stereo with minor differences in each, Captain Tucker dead or dying or hurt. Wash had no idea Chorus was such a rumor mill, but then, the military always was, whether it was frontlines or Freelancer, and he supposes now shouldn’t be any different. 

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anonymous asked:

Hi so this is in regards to your post reply to that post making an analogy to the whole sex trade "industry" and Walmart. Although I agree with you 100% that that's a terribly analogy I do believe that there are many faults within the sex trade industry, for lack of better word I'll refer to it as that for now, and this is coming from someone who is a sex worker themselves. I am completely comfortable with what I do but that doesn't mean that all sex workers are, that many people within...

different fields of the sex trade industry are coerced into doing things against their will. It urks me a bit personally when I see other sex workers who like myself are comfortable with what they do but who don’t acknowledge the fact that just because they enjoy what they do and just because they’re in control of it that not every sex worker out their is. I feel like a lot of the problem lies within the fact that like you said it isn’t so much an industry, I believe that all fractions of…

The sex trade “industry” need to be regulated properly, do you agree with this? Although it may not solve some issues entirely unfortunately, things like human trafficking (I think it would help with that though) I do believe it would be a step in the right direction, do you agree with this?

What makes you think I am comfortable with what I do?  What convinced you that I love my job, and I do it because it’s exactly what I would like to do, despite having loads of other options that would meet my needs?  Where did you see anything that supported that?  The desire to advocate for the rights of sex workers to work free from violence and fear is not inherently a desire of the privileged, empowered worker.  How condescending and terrible is that?  To say that, if you envision a better world for yourself and your colleagues, you must be some carefree choosy-choice person?  What does that say about the more marginalized and oppressed among us?  Are you suggesting that they’re incapable? Or that they don’t care?

That post  keeps getting circulated, and clever-clogs like you turn up in my inbox thinking that they’re the first person to say to me “did you ever consider that maybe some sex workers don’t want to do sex work?”  ignoring the four and half thousand pieces of writing on my blog (not to mention that the actual content of that post has exactly nothing to do with liking sex work) dealing almost exclusively with sex work that maybe just might provide some shred of context, some tiny piece of evidence that maybe, gasp, sex workers are very well fucking aware that we experience exploitation, violence, and coercion as a result of our work, and there just might possibly be a discussion already happening about what to do about it. As a sex worker, know that your colleagues are all around you, working on this shit.  Get involved, if you have the resources, k?

Now that that’s out of the way. Let’s answer your actual question. 

It drives me up a wall when I hear this constant, constant rhetoric about regulation as a means to combat abuse in sex work.  First of all, the state is the primary perpetrator of violence against sex workers, period.  It’s not clients who get us evicted, it’s not managers who arrest us, and, according to some (really fucking thorough) surveys, cops themselves are twelve times more likely to actually assault sex workers than  anyone else.  The idea that regulation by the state is going to be a boon to sex workers is a farce, and it’s one that could only reasonably be believed by someone who is, as you describe, “comfortable” in their work and more or less shielded from the consequences of criminalization, and from the violence of poverty.  Because, as I constantly tell rad fems who want us to die, regulation targets specifically the sex workers who are most at risk of violence and exploitation – licensing laws and restrictions on how to work only serve people who have the resources to jump through those hoops.  

This does not mean that sex work should be some magical free for all where anything goes. Sex workers, when we are left to our own devices, when we are free from fear of criminalization, are more than capable of combatting the abuses in our industry.  We’re out suing strip clubs for breaking civilian labor laws, we’re forming collectives to provide legal aid and health services, we’re sharing safety information and best practices ideas, we’re finding ways to provide support services for one another so that we don’t have to rely on abusive civilian bosses. We’re choosing the safer sex methods that work best for us.  We police our own communities of clients with blacklists and alerts.  Sex workers are the ones who can and should fix the problems within the industry, with the support of our communities, not the state.  

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Omg fake dating pleeeeeaaaasse.

“You’re an idiot, you know that?” she smirks over her takeaway cup, taking a long sip. Killian just shrugs, laughing it off as he leans back in the seat opposite her. 

“How could I forget when you remind me literally every morning, Swan?” he returns sarcastically, schooling his features into an expression of mock offense. With a shake of her head, she checks her watch - they’ve got ten more minutes before they have to be at the police precinct.

Looking back up at him where he’s taking a long swig of his coffee, she nods to the beverage, “Hurry up - if we’re late again, David will kill us.”

He snorts, “Yeah, because the Commissioner would totally put his own daughter on report.” Emma’s eyes narrow of their own accord and she finishes the last of her hot chocolate as she stands. Rolling her eyes, she turns and deposits the cup in the bin - which is when her gaze lands firmly on Neal.

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No Other Road, No Other Way, No Day But Today

I think a few words could and should be spent on Dean referencing RENT, and particularly those lyrics, in last night’s episode - especially if you’re a musical theatre geek like me! ;)

I feel it’s very poignant that RENT was referenced, that THAT song in particular was referenced, and that it was referenced by Dean, of all people.

So, for those who don’t know RENT, I’ll give you a quick summary, although I absolutely recommend you watch it, because it’s a thing of beauty - and if you can find it, I personally think the filmed live on Broadway version is better than the film. I believe it should be on youtube - it is!! x Oh, and just so you know in case you do want to watch it, this meta contains minor spoilers. Anyway. On with the summary:

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Lost Letters - Three

|| Part One || Part Two || Part Three || Part Four || Part Five || Part Six || Part Seven || Part Eight

TXF |MSR | Revival - Post Home Again | Angst | PG | 3/8


November 24th, 2:14pm

Scully doesn’t answer. 

Not even when Mulder’s knocking ceases to be an act of man and takes on the devastating volume and endless, ominous roar of overhead thunder. He knocks until he feels the skin split on his knuckles, until he hears the chain sliding free on the next door down the corridor and then he breaks a promise he made to Maggie Scully for the first time. She had blushed a little when she’d handed him the key copied from Scully’s spare, knowing that her daughter would be furious but also knowing that sometimes Mulder’s instincts had saved her life. Maggie had made him promise not to reveal her small betrayal, holding her hand over the key in his until he’d met her eyes and given his word that he would only use it in dire circumstances. Life or death she had said, trusting him with the key to her beloved child and putting her faith in his judgement.

As the door swings open Mulder imagines how Maggie would look if she realised how badly he might have failed her; that the day on which he uses the key might also be the day he is too late to save Scully.

The air inside the apartment is cold and unscented. Mulder shivers. Scully had a habit of making even a one-night motel room smell like her shampoo and body lotion, so this cool, sterile space feels very, very wrong. He realises, as he blindly forces one foot in front of the other, that he is staring at the floor, dreading the sight of a blue-white arm draped stiffly on a couch back, a too still body in the bed or a vivid pool of thickening red creeping from the bathtub. Even as he fights it, Mulder’s mind imposes Scully’s face, the laugh lines he has counted and kissed so often he could draw them from memory, onto every crime scene he has witnessed. The macabre trip down memory lane is so visceral that he has to bite back bile and force his eyes up to survey the apartment. 

She is not here.

There is no trace of her. Not her shoes or her handbag by the door, no kettle on the stove and none of her favourite furniture. It could be a room from a catalogue: there are no photographs, no medical journals, the shelves hold neither her books or the CDs she had insisted on keeping even after she eventually switched her walkman for an iPod. There is no blanket tossed over the back of the couch for her to pull down when her feet invariably get cold with Mulder not there to rub them. The walls are white and undecorated, devoid of the bold harvest colours she had loved to strew about for thanksgiving, the few Christmas ornaments she would always sneak out early because she loved the sound of the chimes on the spinning angel candle holders. There is no warmth, no joy… no Scully in this room at all.

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anonymous asked:

You should read Sinyhale's post about the last con and the sterek ban. MTV is erasing sterek and we shouldn't stay silent about it. They think that the sterek fandom will simply die if they bullie us enough. TW is disgustingly homophobic and from now on I'll never support this show, nore will I ever lose my time watching another episode. TW is dead to me.

Honestly love, I don’t know what’s going on with the cons. I really try my best to avoid all that wank, because the information I have seen is conflicting and it’s difficult to make sense of it. I’ve read sinyhale’s post as you suggested [x]. I’ve also read zarataevents comment about Wolf Moon Con [x]. According to them, the staff at the con refused a fan to hand over a Sterek book to TH because it had explicit material (there are two Sterek books, one by the sterekcampaign and another which apparently features explicit images which are understandably inappropriate).I don’t know if there was some confusion amongst the staff or if they assumed the two Sterek books were the same. According to Siny, someone who had spoken to TH said that he was sorry but he could not sign her Sterek Book, claiming MTV were the ones behind the Sterek ban, because it had become a big thing and TPTB were trying to let it die [see Siny’s post]. Siny continues to explain that according to Zarata Events, Hoechlin had not asked any of the staff to refuse anything. However, Siny adds that his PA confirmed he could not sign anything Sterek.

But here’s the odd thing: the Teen Wolf blog responded to early claims of a Sterek ban here [x] Here’s a snippet of their answer.

Jeff Davis, MTV, Viacom, MGM, Fox Home Entertainment, or any other person or company who owns or distributes Teen Wolf has never banned anything from a convention. The only conventions with an official authorized presence from MTV are SDCC and NYCC, and we have not (and will not) ban anything from there.

In conclusion

  • Zarata Events claim not to have banned anything other than explicit content.
  • Siny claims Hoechlin’s PA confirmed he couldn’t sign anything Sterek
  • On more than one occasion, Hoechlin has said he wishes he could sign something Sterek related, but wasn’t allowed to
  • We know other cons have banned non-canon pairing fanwork from being signed
  • Siny’s informant claims Hoechlin said MTV was responsible for the ban because they’re trying to let Sterek die, however…
  • …the official TW blog says it has not and will not ban anything of the sort

You see the problem? Who is telling the truth? Is MTV lying, has one of the actors’ handlers stepped in, or is this a case of misunderstanding and wires crossed?

I think it’s clear the Creation cons have been pretty dreadful in handling things, I’ve heard they’re renowned for being homophobic. I’ve also read that issues at Supernatural cons and Destiel have left events managers wanting to avoid slash altogether, but I can’t verify that either way.

So you see, it’s difficult to draw any clear conclusion. That’s why I try my best to ignore the PR nightmare and focus solely on the show. We know Stiles will have his bisexual arc, that’s pretty indisputable. Davis has confirmed that the show had dropped hints as early as S1. [x] [x] If that had been dropped, why spend money on the very leading Caitlyn scene? Certainly, the meta reading of S4 suggests Stiles is very much in the closet both supernaturally and bisexually (Stiles’ rather one-sided relationship with Malia this season only leads credence to the theory). [ cupidsbower’s meta here x ] There has been a lot of discussion about O’brien’s handlers stepping in and putting their foot down on Stiles’ bisexual storyline, but the show still says otherwise. Furthermore, I can’t imagine O’brien, who takes his role so seriously, would be very pleased with anyone interfering with his work in that way. It’s clear he takes his role very seriously. There hasn’t been any sign of the show reneging on this textual promise, it’s just taking it’s sweet time getting there.

I can’t say anything about Hoechlin or what his PA said, according to Siny. He has shown the ship a great deal of support in the past and I think he was being honest when he said he would play Derek as bisexual if that is what the script asked of him. Remember, it’s been said over and over again that the actors know very little about their character’s motives or future arcs. Davis is big on secrecy, he likes the actors to act in the moment, rather than acting with the knowledge of their character’s future paths. Take Jennifer for example. The actress, Haley Webb, did not know Jennifer was the Darach- the idea being that if Webb was convinced Jennifer was the sweet, innocent, English teacher, her performance would be more genuine and the audience would remain convinced that Jennifer was everything she presented herself to be. It’s a controversial technique, especially amongst fans and I’m sure some actors find it frustrating as hell too. There was an interview with Hoechlin recently where he talked about Derek’s transformation into full wolf, and how no one explained to him why he was suddenly able to transform, he was just told to think about it philosophically. If you look at the narrative patterns in TW, then it’s obvious Derek was going through Bardo this season and his transformation into full wolf was essentially his rebirth into a new body. But Hoechlin has specifically told us he doesn’t read this stuff, because he doesn’t want to stray away from what’s on the script. His role is not to interpret what is on the script, he has to act it with the guiding direction of the crew/Davis etc. This is why I say we can only trust the actors (and the writers) so far, because it’s clear Davis keeps his cards very close to his chest - hell, the crew have explained their frustration with him multiple times (albeit jokingly, though I’m sure it must be maddening at times).

I’ll just add a last bit about Sterek here. The text suggests that it is on the cards - at least that it’s in with a good chance - but I my personal view is that Hoechlin seems to be a bit oblivious. I’m not sure about O’brien, but I’d guess he is too. Davis has talked before about not wanting to spotlight an LGBT+ relationship, and by this I think he means he would want to avoid a Kurt/Blaine Glee fiasco. Furthermore, writing Derek and Stiles - which Davis & co. acknowledge is a hugely popular pairing - the show doesn’t become overshadowed by this one relationship and Sterek isn’t spotlighted in a way Davis has tried to avoid. Davis has explained that he wants to write LGBT+ people and relationships in a way that’s wholly natural and not something out of an after-school special. [x] “I wanted it to be a representation that didn’t feel stereotypical,” he explains, and his approach to this is not to spotlight LGTB+ people in a way that creates a huge fanfare. I personally think this is great approach, but only if we have one or more LGBT+ characters in the main cast/recurring (the main and recurring cast being Scott, Stiles, Lydia, Allison, Derek, Malia, Kira, Isaac, Chris, Melissa, the Sheriff, Parrish, Jackson, Liam and Peter). Otherwise, it’s simply not enough and undermines his message of the inclusive homophobia-free society Davis is trying to present.

This is only an educated guess, but I’d say this is probably why Davis is keeping Sterek so close to his chest, assuming it is on the cards. It’s likely that, as with so much else, Davis wants O’brien and Hoechlin to perform their roles out-of-the-know so that their performance isn’t executed with the foresight that a romance is on the cards, and their chemistry and development continues to be natural. In a similar way, Hoechlin and Haley Webb were directed to play Derek/Jennifer as a passionate, genuinely romantic love affair - which they clearly were not. Adding to that, Hoechlin said he never consciously played Derek as having PTSD. [x] Again, this goes against everything we see of Derek on screen. Davis has a strong working knowledge of PTSD due to his past work on Criminal Minds, and he consults his brother who is a professional in the psychiatric field. So I’d definitely argue this is another example of Davis wanting to get the rawest performance out of his actors, rather than someone “acting it out”, especially when dealing with something like PTSD.

Edit: Bloody hell, while looking for some of the articles I linked to, I glanced through a few of the comments. The homophobia is strong in the comment sections. Sometimes I want Sterek more than anything because it fits the text and characters so beautifully, and it’s the story I want to see for them. And sometimes I read these vile comments and think, sod it, I want a canon slow build queer ship like Sterek so I can rub it in their fucking faces.