i just love this family so damn much

Hormones

Hiyaaaaaaaaaaaaa… I did it! Finally managed to finish this one! Thank you for everyone who enjoyed the preview, I really hope you buys enjoy the full thing. Please let me know what you thought of it! Lots of love, B xx

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Originally posted by grabiajulia

Hormones.

They’re funny little things. 

Sometimes they take over your body and make you do things that you wouldn’t ever do if it weren’t for the obscene amount of hormones coursing through your bloodstream - you’d never eat a plate full of pasta and a whole chocolate bar right after or cry at the butter commercial cause that family looks just so damn happy that they have their butter and each other… And you would not, under any circumstances, be thinking about how much you want your friend to fuck you into oblivion if it weren’t for the hormones.

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TEXT MEMES (SOME NSFW).

  • [text]: did you enjoy the pics? ;)
  • [text]: send me pictures
  • [text]: where are you? why aren’t you back yet?
  • [text]: I SWEAR TO GOD I’M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU
  • [text]: i dont know if this is what i want anymore
  • [wrong number text]: (muse name) has gone out for the night, i’m all alone ;)
  • [wrong number text]: i just don’t know if i love them anymore
  • [wrong number text]: can we forget about last night? don’t tell (muse name) please!
  • [wrong number text]: i fucked her/him aha ;-) told (muse name) it was just a drunk kiss tho
  • [text]: i love you so fucking much
  • [text]: i hate you
  • [drunk text]: UR SUCH A BITCH I H9 U 
  • [text]: i cannot stop thinking about you
  • [text]: i need you. now.
  • [text]: please respond. im so worried about you
  • [text]: last night was so GOOD
  • [text]: what are you wearing? ;)
  • [text]: is he bigger than me?
  • [text]: did you sleep with her ?!
  • [text]: you’re just a slut
  • [drunk text]: yOU’RE SO BEAUTIFUL !!>!
  • [drunk text]: dont tell (muse name) but theY ARE so hot
  • [drunk text]: im iss youu
  • [text]: bed or floor? ;-)
  • [text]: not to be desperate or anything but im currently home alone and on the verge of jerking myself off to pictures of you. would be better if it was the real you though !
  • [text]: i want you naked.
  • [text]: are you going to the party on saturday?
  • [text]: i want to show you how much i love you
  • [text]: do you hate me?
  • [text]: i’m so sorry
  • [text]: WAS THAT A SEXT
  • [text]: family dinner tomorrow night, and i’m prolly gonna finger you under the table..
  • [text]: I just bought new underwear for the sole purpose of you taking it off
  • [text]: netflix and chill? 
  • [drunk text]: lveae me alone for 29 minutes !!! jeezss
  • [text]: damn you looked so good today. kinda wanted to bend you over that table you were leaning on lol 
  • [text]: where are you i have something you need to fix (its a boner)
  • [text]: wtf is the notebook even about?? “if you’re a bird then i’m a bird” ? they’re both humans

anonymous asked:

can u write some inner circle fluff? i have a feeling we wont get much of that in acowar :/

Since I’m only getting to do this now… we’ll do post acowar!

They all need some alcohol tbh they survived the war, they all lived, so dammit their going to the cabin to celebrate!!

This ended up being 3140 words so enjoy!

Feysand-Nessian-Elriel-Amrian

and I’m gonna try multiple POV

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Feyre POV

The Inner Circle arrived by nightfall. I was still unaware as to why Rhys, Azriel, and Cassian had called all of us up to the cabin. Amren was practicing with Nesta by doing their strange staring contest, While Mor and Elain were talking about my paintings that are all over the wall. I was sitting at the table, glancing to the edge of it, and then dragging my eyes to the door of Rhys and mines room. I couldn’t help but imagining paint all over the table, the bed, his wings…

I heard Elain’s nervous cough and slowly turned towards her, still struggling to escape the images in my head. Her face was bright red, and Mor was chuckling as she found a chair beside the sofa. Amren and Nesta were still doing their own thing.

“What?”

“Nothing Feyre, just needed to explain to Elain your scent and why you kept silently looking around.” Mor answered with a knowing smirk.

My face heated up and Mor went into a laughing fit, Amren even snorted in the other room. “You sure love to hear yourself talk, don’t you Mor.” I said, trying my best to sound aggressive, but failing miserably. Mor went into another laughing fit, and was about to respond when Cassian kicked in the door with an arm full of alcohol, Rhys and Azriel following behind with just as much.

“Oh cauldron yes.” Mor said, jumping up and taking some bottles from Azriel, placing them on the table in front of me. Rhys dropped some down and walked around the table to me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me on my cheek. Why do you have so much? What are we even celebrating? Rhys laughed and answered aloud, “We felt like we should celebrate being alive again.”

I looked around in to see Az gave Elain a lazy smile, and she glided along and stood at his side. Elain looked at the table with wide eyes, and Azriel stifled a laugh. Cassian snuck around behind her and gave her a strong but gentle pat on the back and said, “You’re gonna need to drink a lot if you’re going to be hanging on to Azriel’s side the whole time, he gets cranky.” Az growled at him while Nesta stomped down the hallway towards us and yelled at Cassian, “Don’t you dare force alcohol on her or I’ll slit your throat you stupid bat.” Cassian held his hands up and responded with, “Just a suggestion Nes, I’m no monster!”

Rhys groaned from behind me, strode to table, grabbed the fanciest bottle on the table, popped it open, and started chugging. Nesta and Azriel studied the bottles, and Cassian grabbed on up and clicked it on Rhys’s and declared, “To being alive!”

I grinned at the joy that went down the bond and quickly joined in.

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A few hours later…

Rhysand POV

I held Feyre in my lap as she snored and occasionally put in her input of the ongoing mess that was our Inner Court. I just ran my hands through her hair and on her back, trying my best to not start crying.

I’m so lucky. She’s so beautiful. I love my family. I love my mate so damn much, my High Lady. I rubbed the back of my hand over my now wet eyes. I’m so drunk.

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THIS WAS SUCH A CUTE SCENE OMG

D’YOU SEE HOW HAPPY SHE IS?! DO YOU?

WEDDING PLANNING AND LIKE SNOW’S BEEN THINKING LIKE OK THIS ONE MOMENT I WILL NOT MISS. THIS MOMENT I WILL MAKE SURE MY DAUGHTER GETS EVERYTHING SHE WANTS AND NEEDS AND DREAMS OF

AND I FUCKING LOVE HOW EMMA STARTS OUT AMUSED BECAUSE LOL YES, THAT BOOK IS EXCESSIVE

BUT THEN IT’S LIKE DAMN IT SOMEONE CARES ENOUGH ABOUT HER TO MAKE THIS HUGE FUCKING BOOK AND WANT TO GIVE HER THE PERFECT WEDDING LIKE

AND SNOW KINDA STARTS DEFENSIVE BECAUSE SHE KNOWS IT’S A LOT BUT LIKE SHE LOVES HER KID AND SHE JUST WANTS TO BE A PART OF THIS MOMENT FOR HER

AND EMMA WANTS HER TO BE A PART OF IT TOO LIKE GUYS IDK IF YOU’VE NOTICED

BUT EMMA SWAN HAS A FAMILY SHE LOVES WITH EVERYTHING SHE HAS IN HER

AND THEY LOVE HER BACK JUST AS MUCH.

AND IT KILLS ME SO MUCH BECAUSE I AM SO FUCKING HAPPY SHE HAS THIS.

Okay so I need to point out something. 

The Balloon Squad is obviously most likely our baby Even’s former Squad. 

And this clip just revealed that Balloon squad are a bunch of gym boys. You know the kind who go to the gym to hang. 

So can you just imagine Even being a part of this?

and nei nei nei I don’t mean imagine Even working out. 

I mean imagine Even doing everything but working out. 

Like okay our sunshine is a lot of things but when it comes to gym time….eh not so much. He would rather watch a million movies, go cycling until they find themselves in a part of the city they have never seen before, and listen to lots of corny ass music, than to compare each others muscles. 

So just think, every time the boys are like “Oh hey man come to the gym” 

Even comes up with the most ridiculous excuses. Think “Family gathering” but with much more flare. 

“Gym?”

“oh damn I would love to guys but my mother is having a crisis with which tea to pick so like I gotta go and….choose for her”

“oh hey wanna work out?” 

“what? Of course I do! But oh rats! I forgot, I need to film a plastic bag in the wind for this media thing…” 

“Even come to the gym.”

“Oh I can’t! My cat is giving birth to triplets!” 

“Even you don’t have a cat.” 

And then one time they finally get Even to the gym and what does he do? 

He literally spends the whole time sitting on some kind of bike machine and drawing doodles of his friends lifting politicians and puppies and vegetables instead of weights. and as soon as one of them turns around he quickly starts peddling and whistling casually. 

lol Even part of a gym squad guys I need to see this.

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The Young Victoria (Queen Victoria & Prince Albert)

“Victoria and Albert were a very real, lively young couple and he had a lot of ambition. Had he not married Victoria, he would have been king of his country, and I think that his drive coupled with her ambition and forcefulness inevitably would lead to a clash. What was extraordinary about it is that every time they did have arguments – and they argued a hell of a lot – they did make up, and I think it made them stronger. They didn’t give up, and I was inspired by that. I didn’t realize that theirs was a genuine love story; that they were a team, they ruled together. They had a family together. It wasn’t a cold, ‘You father my children and then go sit in the study’. They did everything together. They were never apart for a day and I hadn’t realized quite why she was still wearing black at 80. It was just that. She’d had half of her soul ripped away from her when he died.” Rupert Friend

SIRIUS BLACK APPRECIATION POST

BECAUSE I LOVE HIM SO MUCH but of course no one could love him as much as Remus does


Seriously though??


Like can you just imagine what Sirius felt when he found out he was disowned by his family because damn that must have hurt a fuck ton. It doesn’t matter if he hates them—they’re still family. And maybe, just maybe, he had been hoping against hope that they would change, no matter how impossible it may be, because Sirius Black is one arrogant little shit. But instead they disown him, forced his brother to immediately cut off all sorts of contact with him, and he was all alone again, but this time it was for real.

Because him being blasted off the family tree meant that no one stood up to defend his name in his absence. No one in his family gave a fuck about him, as they all stood there, assembled in the room, silently watching Wulburga Black exile her eldest son from the bloodline.

And, god, it hurt so damn much. The worst part? He had to act like everything was all dandy, because if he didn’t, people would start asking questions, and eventually, everyone would find out about it. And he didn’t want that. So he smiled and laughed and joked about, but there was always an ever present aching in his chest. He was getting quite used to it, actually, smiling through the pain. Because that’s all he ever learned to do when he had nothing left.

But Remus, oh, sweet Remus, he saw through the façade. He saw the the way his smile never truly reached his eyes, the carefully concealed pain behind his lighthearted words, the way Sirius would space out more than usual. Remus knew something was wrong, but if Sirius didn’t feel like telling him yet, then he wouldn’t prod for answers. All he needed to do was be there and make sure that Sirius knew this as well. And he did. Sirius definitely noticed that Remus joked about around him more often, and that the lycanthrope made sure that they were almost always somehow touching—a hand on the small of his back, an arm slung around his shoulder, hands brushing against his ever so lightly, and tight, crushing hugs—and he tried not to break down every time Remus gave him a warm smile, or when he would kindly correct Sirius’ mistakes instead of laughing at them.

Then Sirius had stumbled across the Common Room, drunk and pissed at the late hours of the night when no one else was awake, except for, of course, Lupin, who was leaning against the wall near the fireplace, waiting for his friend to come back. And he just blew up, shouting god forsaken shit at the other boy, calling him names and so much more, and he knew he had hurt Remus—he fucking knew, and it broke him, because he was actually saying them to himself more—but Remus never left his side.

“Are you finished?” he had asked, his face devoid of any emotion. When Sirius didn’t answer, the prefect strode over toward him, hands casually tucked inside the pockets of his pyjama shorts. “If you were trying to get to me, Pads, it didn’t really work, because I should have you know that most of those things you’ve said, I’ve been saying to myself. I know that you’re trying to push me away, but I’m a stubborn bastard, so you better learn to accept that and let me help you, or I’m not going to stop trying.”

And Sirius broke down, because finally—finally—someone cared. He didn’t give a bloody fuck if that sounded selfish, but after years of being raised to become perfect, to be someone he wasn’t, and have people care about him because of that image, he just snapped. All the years of pain and tiredness had come flooding out and he didn’t even protest as Remus enveloped him in a hug, murmuring comforts into his ears, and basically just becoming the anchor that Sirius needed so desperately because everything was always being taken away from him, and he knew that he needed something permanent—something stable and real and just there.

And that was Remus.

I’m so weak right now because of this wowza but I dont know how this turned into a Wolfstar post but I also really love Remus Lupin??? Also I don’t get why Lupin’s often projected as innocent and strict but with a good sense of humor so I just want to point out that he’s a stubborn and mischievous ass too ok bye

EPISODE 84 RECAP THROUGH MY K18 COLOURED GLASSES ♥________♥!!!!!

WHO AM I KIDDING, THIS EPISODE WAS SO K18 FILLED, YOU DON’T NEED GLASSES!

I LOVED this episode so much. It was perfect. So I made some screens from some fave moments. Though to be honest, If I could, I’d just cap the whole damn episode, that’s how perfect it was.

Lets get into it!

FIRST THINGS FIRST THOUGH...LOOK AT THEIR HOUSE!! THAT IS A LARGE HOUSE, LIKE DAAAAMN KRILLIN, YOU GETTIN’ THAT MONEY! I LIKE HOW IT’S DIFFERENT FROM ALL THE HOUSES AROUND IT :p

Okay with that out of the way, another cute detail, FAMILY PICS! ♥

So, Goku and Gohan are at the Chestnuts to recruit them. They asK Krillin first, who is debating it. Then Eighteen chimes in that he should…

CUZ WHY ELSE WOULD YOU TRAIN IN YOUR OWN DANG GYM IF YOU CAN’T REAP THE BENEFITS OF IT?! I am with Eighteen on this one. That looks like a VERY nice Gym too….

HEY, no whispering in Eighteen’s vicinity! I legit laughed at this.

Also, Eighteen’s is looking right through you Goku, sh*t ain’t never subtle with you.


So, the spar between Gohan and Krillin was actually VERY enjoyable to watch. I can understand Gohan’s POV but I do like how Krillin kind of set him straight, and with such an awesome new attack too! That Taiyoken times 100 is AMAZING and so bright too. LOVED how Eighteen has sunglasses and extra’s so Goku could get some. Gohan realizing he still has things to learn was a nice touch plus him kind of apologizing, though Krillin didn’t really make a big deal of it. It was so nice to see them interact like old times again!

This was a very nice K18 scene, IMO. I like how Krillin caught Eighteen kind of off guard when he interrupted her. He reassures her just slightly though and she tries to get it through his head that he should rest instead of going into another Spar with Goku of all people.

And after Krillin once again assured he wants to go through with it, Gohan chimes in, saying that she should understand Krillin’s viewpoint since she herself is a fighter too.

But she quickly rebuffs that and right here,  Eighteen actually lets her emotion slip through while telling him it’s not the same. Her voice is different in the scene above, you can practically HEAR the worry she has for her husband, because she knows his limit, and she knows he knows but he can be stubborn get carried away sometimes. 

I just LOVED Marron throughout this episode. We can deduce her home is so safe and loving. This kid is one bubble of support for her papa and mama, it’s ADORABLE. I also LOVE how Eighteen is adamant in making sure to reassure her daughter time and time again that her daddy is going to be fine, that he won’t lose.  *_*

EIGHTEEN TO THE RESCUE!!!! I LOVED how she intercepted in the KameHameHa stand off when it shows that Krillin is almost at his limit to hold on. It shows us that she DEFINITELY has her husband’s back.

I mean look at how she just kicks Super Saiyan Blue Goku so fiercily! *________*

…get ready for it…

THIS SCENE….THIS SCENE Y’ALL, IT HAD ME SQUEALING SO LOUDLY!! I MEAN, THE WAY EIGHTEEN PRACTICALLY RUNS OVER TO KRILLIN AND SUPPORTS HIM WHILE HE CATCHES HIS BREATH…MY SHIPPER HEART! AND THEN SHE  FREAKING TAKES A HOLD OF HIS TREMBLING HAND…..*dies* THIS WAS SO PERFECT.

AND LOOK AT THEM ALL READY TO TAKE ON GOKU TOGETHER. They are instantly so in tune with each other,  that even their talking is in perfect sync. .This is very peculiar to me and definitely holds a promise of us seeing some ass-kicking teamwork from these two. Especially now that Eighteen will be training with Krillin, I’m thinking they are gonna come up with some awesome attacks!

This high five was SO CUTE!!!!

AND SO WAS THIS LITTLE MOMENT, UGH CAN THE BE ANYMORE PERFECT???


All in all, this was a GREAT episode, and it gave us some serious insight into the dynamic between Krillin and Eighteen. We already knew it was there but it’s very nice to see it become even more solidified on the screen. I am so HYPED for whatever strategy and combo attack they may come up with. 

christmas at the burrow

•grandma molly announces picture time
•collective groans from all the kids
•they start with the entire family photo
•molly and arthur stand in the middle of course looking super proud of their big, loving family
•EVERYONE HAS THEIR CHRISTMAS SWEATERS ON
•the kids always try to spell words with the sweaters
•they adults pretend to not know what they’re doing because they secretly find it hilarious
•"aunt angelina it would look so great it you stood by grandma, and grandma you should be next to uncle percy AND LOUIS GO NEXT TO ANGELINA OH IT IS PERFECT"-(probably james or fred)
•that spells lamp
•these kids find it hilarious to spell the word lamp with sweaters
•one time they spelled alfalfa which the kids believe is their greatest accomplishment.
•then they take their individual family photos
•teddy is in every single one because teddy is basically everyone’s kid
•i forgot to mention that andromeda comes too
•george, angelina, fred, and roxanne take the stupidest christmas photo known to man. weird poses weird faces-everything.
•there is a strict schedule to follow. first they all open ONE christmas gift (the weasley sweater) then they eat, then take pictures, then they open the rest of their presents, and open the presents from santa the next morning.
•SOMEHOW they fit enough beds in the burrow for everyone
•"vic and i can always share a bed??“ teddy has asked this ever since they started dating
•you will never have any food as marvellous as the christmas food ad the burrow.
•all the kids have to go through the pain and suffering that their parents had to go through by preparing some of the ingredients
•"we have wands! we have MAGIC! and you are making us skin these damn potatoes.” “it’s supposed to be a humbling experience james.”
•it’s really loud
•like really really loud
•but they always have a moment of silence right before dinner in honour of fred
•well… they did
•george thinks that silence was never fred’s thing so they change it to an annual snowball fight
•james, george, and fred ii most likely have a prank war which results in many broken noses and fingers
•just a ton of games to be honest
•everyone gets a shit ton of weasley’s wizard wheezes products
•A CAULDRON FULL OF HOT, STRONG LOVE
•poor fleur basically dies because celestine warbeck is on constantly
•roxanne, lily and rose have extensive dance routines to all her songs
•albus spends a lot of his time asking if scorpius can get a weasley sweater
•everyone is super hesitant on the subject but albus convinces them after almost 2 years
•once scorpius gets his sweaters he starts coming over a few days after christmas because the family is there all holiday
•scorpius is eventually welcomed into the family after a few awkward hours
•i love scorpius
•cinnamon buns
•they get THE BEST presents aaaah
•they’re soosososo good
•the burrow is just full of love and happiness and warmth and stupid, petty, little fights but everyone still loves each other so damn much.

Jared Leto Imagine - Honeymoon

This was requested. Inspired by the song Hello by Beyonce.


WARNING!! Smut

Your P.O.V.

This day had been the one I had waited for all my life. The day I married my soulmate, my best friend, Jared Leto. The day I became Y/N Leto.

Jared had been so happy today. When I closed my eyes I could see his pretty blue eyes looking into mine as I reached him at the altar. He had cried when he saw me in the wedding dress. We had said our ‘I do’s and then we had the most amazing ceremony with our friends and family. The entire day had been a blast but the best part was coming. Our two-week honeymoon in Italy.

We finally arrived at the fancy hotel together. We were both damn excited to get in our room that was on the highest level of the hotel. It was like a penthouse just for us! Jared held my hand as we walked into the elevator. ‘’I love you so much’’ I whispered happily. We were both still in our nice wedding clothes. After all, we had gotten married in Italy. It was so beautiful here so it was perfect.

Jared looked extremely hot in his suit and tie. His hair was a little messy from dancing but it was still sexy. I was just getting warm in my dress. ‘’I love you too’’ Jared told me sincerely. Those words still made my heart beat. He didn’t need to spoil me with diamonds and gold to make me love him. Jared was such an amazing man and I was lucky to call him my husband. It still felt unreal!

We got out of the elevator and arrived at our room. It was like a palace! Everything was fancy and gorgeous, even the door knobs. We had plenty of time to check out everything. We hurried straight to the bedroom. Although this was a romantic day, he still teased me and I teased him. We found the huge bedroom quickly. There was a king sized bed in the middle of the golden room. The walls were white with golden patterns. Everything looked like it belonged to a king.

I loved this but I would be happy no matter what as long as I had Jared with me. He let go of my hand and he walked over to the stereo. He wanted to put on some romantic music for us. I saw candles all around the room and a lighter on the nightstand. Of course, I lit the candles. Soon everything was perfect.

Jared turned to face me and he reached out his hand for me.I smiled widely and grabbed it. The music and the candles made this super romantic and sweet. ‘’A dance before the main event could be nice’’ He whispered into my ears, making me giggle.’’Good song choice’’ I let him know while wrapping my arm around him. we were really close and he led me. Slow dancing with Jared was something I appreciated a lot. It was just me and him and the moon on the pretty night sky.

‘’Who doesn’t like Beyonce on their wedding night?’’ Jared thought out loud. Then he put his big hand on my lower back to keep me close. The words were perfect. ‘’ ..Don’t fly me away. Don’t need to buy a diamond key to unlock my heart. You shelter my soul. You’re my fire when I’m cold , I want you to know ..’’ I listened to the words with a smile. Then Jared started singing along with his unbelievably beautiful voice.

‘’You had me at hello, hello, hello, you had me at hello..’’ He sang ever so softly. I looked up into his eyes. I could hear that he meant what he sang. I decided to join him. ‘’Cause it was many years ago baby when you stole my cool, ‘cause you had me at hello’

Jared smiled at me. Then he stopped dancing so he could place a kiss on my head. My heart was full of joy and happiness. He walked behind me and started to untie my dress. His hands were working smoothly like it was easy. ‘’You’re so gorgeous Y/N’’ He let me know while undressing me. I felt like blushing. Although we had been together for years, his words still made me feel appreciated and happy.

My dress cascaded down and left me in my white underwear. I stepped out of my dress and turned to Jared who was already shirtless. ‘’Let me help you with that’’ I offered him and I hurried to unbutton his black pants. He kept his eyes on me while kicking off his pants. Now we were both in our underwear. I was still amazed by Jared’s body. His personality was fucking perfect and on top of that, he looked perfect. But if he would ever get into an accident and change on the outside, I’d still love him. No one could replace Jared.

‘’Think fast’’ Jared chuckled and quickly picked me up. I squealed and wrapped my arms around his neck. We got in bed where he put me down so I was leaning against the soft pillows. He crawled on top of me and I wrapped my legs around him. Finally, he leant down and pressed his silky lips against mine. I shut my eyes and tangled my hand in his hair.His lips felt so marvellous. It didn’t take long until our heated kiss turned really deep. Jared nibbled my bottom lip which made me part my lips.

He used that chance to push his tongue in my mouth. I moaned into our kiss and let him explore my mouth. Our tongues brushed against each other. He was almost choking me because of the amazing kiss. I didn’t want to pull back but we had to breathe. Jared pulled his head back and our eyes met again. Both of our lips tinted red and I saw my lipstick on him.

‘’I want you’’ I admitted heatedly. Jared smirked and then took a deep breath. ‘’I’m right here princess. I’m not going anywhere’’ He promised and then rubbed his hands on my thighs. His delicate touch caused a shiver to run down my spine. He moved his fingers towards my hips and kept a strong look directed to me. I arched my back impatiently which made him press me back down against the bed. ‘’Jared’’ I whined with a pout. ‘’Patience kitten, we have all night’’ He reminded me with a voice that got deeper the hornier he got.

Jared reached for my bra and slipped his hands under my back. As simply as that he unclasped them and threw them away. My chest was exposed to him and I could tell that he enjoyed the sight. ‘’So pretty’’ He purred and cupped my boobs. I bit my lips and smiled. Soon Jared started massaging my boobs and I felt goosebumps on my skin. Damn his touch was magical!

‘’Are you horny?’’ He asked me while pinching my nipples. ‘’Yes Jared’’ I moaned a little bit. I noticed that his blue eyes had turned darker. The more he massaged and pinched my boobs, the more sensitive they grew. I got really wet and these undies were awfully in the way. Jared lowered himself so he could press a kiss on my stomach. Then he planted kisses in a both down towards my heat. Meanwhile, his hands were rubbing my thighs to awake all my senses.

Just as I thought he would touch me down there, he froze. He looked up at me with a devilish smile. ‘’Jared pleaaase’’ I scoffed making him laugh. ‘’Okay baby girl, I won’t be a huge tease tonight’’ He was kind to me. Then he bit the fabric of my panties. I watched as he slid them off with his teeth. Damn, he was hot.

He reached the end of my feet and he threw away my panties. I watched as he got up and he removed his last piece of clothing as well, revealing to me his huge cock that looked pretty hard already. Jared got back in bed and crawled slowly towards me. I smiled at him and did a ‘come here’ motion with my finger, luring him to me.  Jared reached me and wrapped his strong arms around my legs.

‘’You’re so wet’’ He stated happily and then faced my wetness. Heck yeah, I was. ‘’Just for you’’ I mewled like a good girl. Jared licked his lips and then lowered himself. I was really impatient and I felt like I would lose my mind soon. Then finally he went down on me. Jared put his mouth on my clit and he licked me so he could get a proper taste of what was his.

I moaned softly because it felt so good already. He gave my clit full attention by licking it and nibbling softly. It didn’t take long until his fingers snaked to me and he pushed two of them inside me. ‘’Fuck’’ I gasped as his long fingers stretched my walls.  I grabbed the sheets and looked down at him while he was working his magic. The sight was incredibly hot. Jared kept eye contact with me which made it even more amazing. He knew exactly how to treat a lady!

He curled his fingers and bit my clit a little harder making me moan loudly. ‘’Fuck yes J’’ I responded to his actions. His long fingers brushed against a very sensitive spot and the sweet pleasure from his mouth made it feel fantastic. I pushed my hips up so I could get closer to him. Suddenly Jared started fingerfucking me harder while licking my most sensitive nub.

I nearly rolled my eyes to the back of my head but I wanted to keep eye contact. I could hear how I wet I was. A knot formed in my stomach and I felt like I’d come undone.Jared added pace and it caused me to cry out in pleasure. A few seconds later my orgasm approached and my walls tightened around his fingers. I wailed out his name as the pleasure took over me. Jared still fingered me but slowly so I could ride down my high. A little later he removed his fingers and crawled up to me.

‘’Wanna have a taste?’’ He purred and showed me his glistening fingers. I nodded and opened my mouth happily. He pushed his fingers in my mouth and I started cleaning up nicely. I knew it was one of his weaknesses. I made sure to circle my tongue around his fingers just like I did to him when I was giving him a blowjob. ‘’Okay I think I’m speaking for both of us now, I can’t wait anymore’’ He growled and pulled out his fingers.

Tonight was super special, not just because it was our wedding night, our honeymoon. We would also do it for the first time without a condom. We wanted to be super close. ‘’Are you ready?’’ Jared asked me while getting in place. He grabbed his member and placed his tip at my wet entrance. ‘’Yes’’ I told him and then held onto the sheets again. Jared pushed himself inside of me slowly and stretched me more. It was so different. It wasn’t just a slimy rubber layer. Now I could feel him, skin to skin.

Once he got a few inches in, he lowered himself closer to me so I could hold onto his shoulders. He was huge and that wasn’t a lie. his size always had me surprised. It’s like I could never get used to it and I loved it. Once he was fully inside, he started thrusting softly. It wasn’t rough at all. Things went slowly because we wanted to feel each other. we weren’t fucking, we were making love.

‘’You feel so good princess’’ Jared grunted with a sexy raspy voice. His cock was throbbing in me. I could really feel everything. I bucked my hips towards him to create a slow and steady rhythm. Jared hid his face in the crook of my neck and he started kissing me. The sensitive pleasure was absolutely overwhelming. I dug my nails into his back and curled my toes.

‘’Jared ah..oh my gosh’’ I whimpered in pure bliss. Although he wasn’t pounding in me, I felt like I was a firework. He easily hit my G-spot and each time I felt a wave of pleasure shooting through my body.After a while, we were looking into each other’s eyes again. Our bodies got covered in a thin layer of sweat as we kept going. This felt so special. This was love, not sex. So it was easier to just love it.

‘’I love you so much baby’’ Jared groaned in satisfaction. ‘’I love you too’’ I tried to tell him as steadily as I could but I was a moaning mess. Suddenly he turned us over so he was on his back and I was on his chest. I smiled and tried to sit on him which made me even more sensitive. My hands were on his chest and he grabbed them with his. Then I started riding him slowly so I was practically rubbing myself onto his cock.

I watched how Jared’s confident face turned to a more vulnerable one as I made him feel good. His plump lips parted and the veins under his eyes got more visible. Then he moaned so sexily that simply that could’ve made me come. I loved making him feel good. So I added a little pace and it made me moan too. He was so deep in me that I nearly reached his balls. I couldn’t get enough of him!

‘’Just like that’’ Jared growled and moved his hands onto my hips so he could keep me in place. Jared started moving my hips in a motion that drove us both crazy. ‘’Oh my gosh J’’ I yelped as he started pounding in and out of me. The pleasure grew so intense that I couldn’t keep myself up anymore. I lied down on his chest so my boobs touched him. Then I squeezed his shoulder tightly as he thrust his cock in me. ‘’You’re so good baby girl’’ Jared purred deeply.

Our eyes met and I got an overwhelming desire to kiss him. So I used my other hand to direct his face closer to me and I pressed our lips together. We were both obviously close to our orgasms so he started adding pace until he was going really hard. I moaned into our sloppy kiss. It felt so good that a tear rolled down my face.

‘’I’m c-close’’ I gasped on top of his lips. Jared nodded and pushed my face closer to his. Just a few seconds later I came the second time tonight. My entire body stiffened for a brief second as my powerful orgasm took over all my senses. I dug my nails into Jared and then I screamed out in satisfaction. All I felt was an amazing bliss of the orgasm and him. Jared had to make me cum before he would.

He still slammed himself into my sensitive wet walls which made my body tremble. His strong arms held me close to him and I knew he wouldn’t let go. Finally, he reached his high as well and an unfamiliar feeling approached. Jared’s cum shot inside me, filling me up. The warm seeds felt strange but I didn’t mind that feeling either. He slowed down until he didn’t move anymore. Yet he stayed inside me.

We were both panting as we came down our highs. I felt like I was in heaven. ‘’Holy shit that was amazing’’ Jared breathed out and ran his hand through my hair. I looked into his eyes and nodded. This got me sleepy but I knew that we were both ready for round two sooner or later.

‘’It sure was but it doesn’t have to stop there’’ I giggled happily. Just then he pulled out and I felt his hot cum squeezing out of me. My eyes shut and I sat up, making his cum run down my leg. Jesus his load was big. ‘’Oh my gosh J’’ I gasped while standing up. My legs were a little shaky which was fine but the cum on my legs felt a little weird. Jared looked at me like he was in a daze or something.

‘’That’s really hot’’ He let me know. ‘’Hot?’’ I smiled. I guess so. ‘’Well..how about we go and check out the bathroom? Maybe we could make this happen again?’’ I suggested flirtily and bit my bottom lip. I didn’t have to tell Jared twice. He got up from the bed and got closer to me. Just as he thought he could pick me up, I stepped back as quickly as I possibly could. ‘’You gotta catch me first’’ I showed him my tongue. Jared gave me a mischievous look. ‘’You’re gonna get it girl’’ He warned me and just like that round two began..

Gone - Pt. 3

Part One  Part Two

Pairing: Hothner x Reader

Word Count: 1,778

Request:  yes!  Thank you for the amazing feedback!

@zugzwangcm-comment-account:  Omg you should do a third part 😭 this was so good!

@ncis-cm-hp-sherlock-imagines:  I’ve loved part one and I love part 2 even more! The way the team and the reader interact was just lovely. I’d really enjoy a third part if there are any plans for one?

@marvelfanlife:  Please say that there will be a part 3 to gone?! Like I said before Aaron needs to know! And what happens if Scratch makes an appearance! 😬😊💕

@dkbksbcobk:  Hey, I was wondering if you could make a part 3 to “Gone” when you have the time, you’re an amazing writer

@louisespecter:  It was beautifully written but yet so sad. My heart can’t handle this. I literally have tears in my eyes as I’m typing this message. Please please pleaaasssee can there be a part 3?

Warnings: none

Summary: Aaron Jack Hotchner was born.  The reader has an incredibly close-knit relationship with the team, making it easier to raise her son, but his father has no clue he exists... Or does he?  I’m actually so excited that this fic is getting such amazing feedback, it’s makes me happy to know that there are people who want to read something that I’m very proud of creating.  Without further ado, here is the third part to ‘Gone’.  Enjoy!!

A/N: AJ is Aaron Jack’s nickname for Aaron Jack and Aaron Junior, just in case that confused anyone.

Originally posted by prettyboygoobler

Previously on…

His dad was not here, but Aaron Jack Hotchner was surrounded by the people who love him and will go to the ends of the earth for him, and that was all that mattered.

Aaron was out in the world somewhere with Jack hopefully safe, but wherever he was, he had no knowledge of the baby boy just born with his name.  He didn’t know that you thought about him every day, and probably didn’t know that since he left, you spent every night crying yourself to sleep.  He didn’t know any of this because he was gone.


“AJ, I’m not going to tell you again,” you scolded your son.  He was stubborn as always, trying to play with the toys that weren’t his without permission. 

“No, no, he’s fine!  He’s so cute.  How old is he?” the mother of the child whose toys Aaron Jr. kept playing with asked.

“He’s turned three today,” you replied, looking at the boy who looked too much like his father.  His smile resembled that of Aaron’s, and every time you saw it, your heart seemed to skip a beat, not only for the memories of your beloved boyfriend, but for the tiny child that was yours. 

The playground was mainly vacated, only a few mothers and their children enjoying the beautiful outdoors that day.

“Mine’s four.  Nearly time to start school,” the mother replied with a sigh.

“That’s a scary thought,” you replied.  And it was.  There was no telling whether or not your son was even safe in any schools.   You hadn’t really thought about sending your son to school, yet anyways.  Your focus was raising him and keeping him safe.  As far as you were concerned, he would be home schooled.  Maybe Penelope would be willing to help out.  

As if the computer genius could hear your thoughts, your phone began to ring with her name flashing on the screen.

“Hello,” you said after pressing answer.

“Alright, muffin.  I picked up AJ’s prescriptions and set up an appointment for a follow up in a month.  He’s also set on piano lessons courtesy of a one Spencer Reid.  Oh, and birthday party is set up.  We’re ready for you,” she said.

“Jeez, Penny, you didn’t have to do all that,” you told her with a smile.

“Oh, stop.  I’m happy to.  Now get both of your cute butts over here, we’re ready!” she said.

“Alright, thanks, Penelope,” you replied with a smile.  You motioned to AJ to come to you.

“No problem!  And happy birthday, love,” she finished before hanging up the phone.

“Happy birthday, little man!” the mom next to you said to your son as he approached the bench you were sitting on.

“Mommy’s birthday,” AJ said, pointing up at you.

“Your’s as well?” she asked, smiling.

“Mine was yesterday, but we celebrate them together,” you said, standing up and picking up Aaron.  “It was nice to meet you-”

“Shelby,” she said, sticking out her hand to shake.  

“Y/N,” you replied.  “And this is Aaron Jack.”  Your son shyly waved at Shelby.

“Nice to meet you Aaron,” she replied with a smile.  “Hope to see you again,” she told you.

“You too.  Sorry about the toys,” you said sheepishly.

“Again, don’t worry about it.  My son Kale and I come here every Wednesday afternoon if Aaron would ever want to have a buddy to play with.”

“Thank you, that would actually be really nice,” you said honestly.  With the life you two had, another little boy in AJ’s life didn’t sound like a bad idea at all.  “Say bye, AJ,” you said to your son.

He waved again, letting out a tiny ‘bye’ before you walked away from your new friend.  You knew having someone his age to play with would be good for him.  JJ’s boys were always happy to play with your son, but Henry was in school and they were busy most of the time.  Kale would be a blessing.

You walked to the car with AJ on your hip.  Once he was secured in his car seat, you grinned down at him.

“Ready to see everyone?” you asked.  You’d told him about his ‘surprise’ party.  You were never really any good at keeping secrets.  AJ nodded excitedly at you, his smile sending butterflies throughout your body.  “Let’s go then.”


“Surprise!” the team shouted as you walked through the door.  You playfully gasped and looked down at AJ.

He slapped his hands onto his cheeks, opening his mouth in fake shock.  To a room full of profilers, it was obvious you gave up their secret surprise party.

“You told him, didn’t you?” Alvez asked, unable to keep a smile off his face at the sight of your son.

“Sorry, he begged to know if we were surprising him, and how can you say no to that face?” you said in a baby voice, picking AJ up.

“Hey, buddy!  Uncle Spence got you a present,” Reid said, taking him from your arms.  He walked over to the desk that was full of presents, the team, apart from JJ, in tow. 

“He’s starting to look so much more like his father,” she admitted to you.

“I know,” you said, watching AJ’s family show him his new toys.  Your heart was soaring at the sight of it.  Despite the heartbreak you’d experienced almost four years ago, there was so much happiness that came to you and so much love surrounded you and your son every day, and you were so grateful for it.

“What are you thinking about?” JJ asked you.  

“Just about how damn luck AJ and I are,” you replied, leaning into her side.  She pulled you in close for a warm hug, admiring the vision of her sons with yours.  It was a perfectly cliched moment, but it was all you ever wanted.

Emily stepped away from the group, slowly making her way towards you.  A look passed between the two agents, some kind of silent communication.  You dated a profiler for well over two years, so you knew a thing or two about reading a look.

“What?” you asked.

“What?” Emily asked back, acting nonchalant.  

“There’s something you’re not telling me,” you told her, knowing you were right.

“Tell me about the woman you met today at the park,” she said suddenly, catching you off guard.

“Excuse me?” you asked, not understanding what she meant.  “What woman?”

“Y/N, you have a protective detail on you 24/7, and it’s their job to report to me.  They told me about the woman you talked to at the park,” Emily replied.

“So?  I’m aware you keep an all too watchful eye on me and AJ at all times, but why are you suddenly interrogating me on who I happen to converse with?”  you asked, your voice raising a bit. 

“I’m just following protocol,” she tried, but you were too annoyed to listen.

“I don’t give a damn about protocol, what is this about?” you asked.  Emily looked at JJ, as if she was silently asking for help.

“We just want to know if you’re trying…” JJ started, but she couldn’t find the words.

“Trying to what?” you asked, skepticism clear in your voice.

“Strauss is worried you’re trying to contact Hotch,” Emily said.  What, you thought.

“How is me talking to a random mom at the park me trying to contact him?” you asked, vocalizing your confusion.

“Are you?” Emily asked sternly, clearly wanting a straight answer.

“No!  Of course not.  Why would she think that?” you said, still unable to understand what talking to a woman at the park meant about Aaron.  JJ looked at Emily, another strange look passing between them.  “What aren’t you telling me?”

“It’s on need-to-know basis, Y/N,” Emily told you, as if that explained everything.

“It’s about Aaron?” you blurted out.  Tears began to form in your eyes.  “If it’s about him then I need to know.”

“Y/N,” JJ started, but you cut her off.

“Do you know where he is?” you asked, your heart beginning to speed up.  The agents at the present table started to quiet down, looking over at you.  You were fixing to go into hysterics, it was obvious.

“No, I don’t.” Emily said.  Her voice was strong.  She wasn’t lying.

“Then what?  Does Shelby know where he is?” you asked, recalling the mom from the park’s name.

“We figured that’s why you were talking to her,” Emily finally admitted.  You furrowed your brows, even more confused than before.

“What are you talking about?” you asked, knowing Emily was probably not going to be able to keep whatever this secret was from you any longer.  She sighed and looked at the other agents, silently telling them all to distract AJ and not listen to what she was about to say.

“Shelby Madison is the woman you talked to today.  She has a son named Kale, that’s who AJ was playing with,” she said.

“I know all this,” you replied, wanting her to spill.

“Shelby Madison is a private investigator,” she finished.  “Strauss thinks you hired her.”

“I didn’t.  I’d only met her today,” you said.

“What did she tell you at the park?  Try to remember the conversation you had with her,” Emily said, not as a friend, but as an agent.

“She asked me how old AJ was, she mentioned her son was four and about to start school,” you recited, slowly trying to remember the words she’d told you.

“What else?”

“She introduced herself as Shelby and asked to see AJ and I again.  That’s it.”

“When?”

“On Wednesdays.  She mentioned her and her son go to the park every Wednesday,” you said, realizing why Emily was asking these questions.  “I’ve never seen her before today.  AJ and I are at the park every Wednesday, too, she was lying,” you said.  “What does that mean?”

“It means someone hired her to find you,” Emily said.

Your heart sped up, your palms became increasingly sweaty.

“Someone like Scratch?” you whispered, the name feeling hot on your tongue.  It’d been two years since you said that name, and although he was out of your thoughts most nights, it was a name that still haunted you.

“No,” a voice said behind you.  The look on Emily’s face said it all.  You knew exactly who that voice belonged to.  It was a voice you hadn’t heard in three and a half years.  A voice you never thought you’d hear again.

It was the only voice in the world you ever wanted to hear, but knew you never could.

You turned to face Aaron Hotchner

“Someone like me.”

Portuguese!Grantaire

Okay just bear with me my fellow trash

 - He isn’t portuguese technically. His grandparents escaped from Salazar dictatorship to france as everyone did back then. His own dad was born in france. So yeah he is french. But he still has that hot portuguese blood and lord help us all.

- He used to go to portugal every summer when he was little. His own dad speaked portuguese in his house because that’s what happens, we are assholes and speak our language in our homes and then go back to our country and speak french just because we are lil shits. So yeah Grantaire knows portuguese. His vó would kill him if he didn’t.

- When he is stressed he starts talking in portuguese because other people can’t understand him and that makes him feel safer. 

- When he hurts himself he just screams “caralho”.

- No one of les amis knew that was exactly cursing and they thought it was a beautiful word. Till R is like “you know that is like the most normal portuguese cursing word right?” And everyone starts using it as well and its adorable.

- He actually knows a lot of portuguese history and when marius is being an idiot about Napoleon he just clears his throat and be like “Well my people kicked his ass 3 times he ain’t that great”. (also enjolras screams there that that aint the point that Napoleon was bad because he was bad).

- The only time he was vocal about a cause it was about the immigrants and refugees. No one ever saw him like that. He was talking with everyone and defending that cause and one night Enjolras comes to him and aks why its so important for him and Grantaire just smiles and says: “My grandparents escaped from the dictatorship. They were refugees in France. I can’t let that be forgotten.” So yeah Enjolras kind of fell in love with him a bit more.

- HE CALLS CORAÇÃO (heart) TO EVERY LES AMIS BECAUSE PORTUGUESE PEOPLE ARE THAT AFFECTIONATE.

- First time he calls “amor” (love) to Enjolras, he almost dies. Because that sounds so much better than in french and he loves french. But the way Grantaire lips move when he talks portuguese is something that makes Enjy weak.

- He just curses in portuguese. Forget french. He is just caralho, merda, puta que te pariu, filho da puta, cona, cara de pila, etc. 

- And everyone thinks that is beautiful.

- He likes to say shit like “oh in portuguese you dont say ____ you say __(something that has nothing to do and its probably a dirty joke)__. Because he is an adorable liltle shit.

- HE KNOWS HOW TO COOK PORTUGUESE FOOD AND COURF LOVED IT. AND HE LOVES TO COOK TO EVERYONE AND GET EVERYONE AROUND A TABLE BECAUSE THEY ARE FAMILY AND THAT IS A TYPICAL SUNDAY WITH THE FAMILY.

- He loves the beach and gets cranky in summer because the sea calls for him.

- He loves Fernando Pessoa so much. So so much. Cause hey no one was more emo than him.

- Sometimes he sings fado and everyone is looking at him and awe because damn R voice is amazing but in portuguese??? They can hear something more even if they dont understand a third of the words.

- just portuguese!grantaire

me: sometimes i feel like you dont understand how much i am amazed by jongins existence…
friend: no i got it..he’s cool..
me: *gasps*
friend: oh no
me: he is not just “cool” i think he is so much more than cool he is hard working and talented and he is sweet he likes babies he likes the elderly he loves his family and friends and he loves animals he loves his fans no matter what they look like or if they are male or female or something else or nothing at all he has said many times he loves his dark skin he hates fat shamers and he doesnt care about superficial things and isn’t materialistic i mean god damn for years he carried around his stuff in paper bags even though he literally looks like a god and could probably pay off my college tuition but he doesnt try to make himself seem special or stand out although he stands out anyway just because of how amazing he is i mean everybody that has ever met him has even said he’s so polite and dedicated and talented and cute and-
friend: ok woman i got it he’s a great person pls-
me: *gasps again*
friend: jfc
me: a great person??? just a great person?!?? HE IS SO MUCH GREATER THAN GREAT IDK IF PERFECT IS EVEN GOOD ENOUGH TO DESCRIBE HIM THERE ARE NO WORDS-
friend: im leaving

I’m Ready To Breathe - Short Malec Fic

He couldn’t fathom. 

Alec couldn’t fathom the fact that he was lost. In space, in time, in his mind. He was gone. Dust. Air. He’s physically with it, but his mind is a desert island. It’s so unfilled.

He was scared. He didn’t know how to react to feeling and thinking nothing. What does one do when they’ve lost the ability to come to conclusions? When they’ve lost the ability to process their actions. When they feel mentally… powerless?

“I… have have to go.” Alec breathed out to Izzy as she watched his brain unscrew.

“Where to?”

“Magnus. I have to go to Magnus. I need to feel something.”

“Alec, you know that mother was just being the stern person she’s always been. Don’t take her words to heart, I’m still here.” Izzy explain with an emotion filled expression taking over her face. He knew she cared about him, he just had to get away from the place that participated in the scene that was just caused.

“I know. I know you are… I just can’t be here right now.”

Izzy held her breath and Alec could see through her straight expression that she wanted to deepen the topic of comfort. But she didn’t. She simply nodded her head.

Alec gave her a quick nod of appreciation for giving him space and he left the institute without another word spoken.


———-


Magnus was sorting through his necklaces when he heard the knock on the door. It was subtle and light. The three knocks that were demonstrated possessed a simple pattern. Something Magnus could recognize every time.

It was Alec.

Magnus dropped what he was doing instantly and headed towards the door. He took a deep breath before he opened it, then did it with one swift motion.

“Alexander.”

Magnus knew right off the bat that something was wrong. Alec’s face was flushed and his eyes looked heavy. His cheeks shined with red and his posture was weak. Alec had been crying, and Magnus needed to know why.

“Hey. I-uh… want to talk.” Alec stuttered out, his face still as blank as his mind.

“Why of course, sit down dear.”

Alec dropped his jacket to the ground and walked to the couch knowing that Magnus wouldn’t mind, and he didn’t. He was far too concerned with what Alec was feeling rather than what he was doing.

“It’s my mother.”

“Figures, Maryse is insufferable.”

“I needed to get out of that place. I needed to be somewhere where I felt safe.” Alec mumbled, but he couldn’t be more clear.

“So you came here. You can talk to me. Always.” Magnus expressed as he sat down next to Alec, offering him a comforting hand on his thigh. He wanted to show his love without it being too much, knowing that the main focus was Alec and why he was hurting, not their relationship.

“She told me that I’m hurting the family name. I’m breaking honor and I’m stripping all aspects of loyalty.”

Magnus was about to chime in, until Alec turned to him with a face of… actually, Magnus couldn’t tell. Alec looked so lost. It scared him.

“I don’t understand why everything has to be so planned all the time. What on earth ever happened to plot twists?” Alec tried to joke, but both him and Magnus knew what the topic was at hand.

“Why did she say those things, if I may ask.” 

Alec paused. Magnus saw his walls tearing down through his beautiful hazel eyes. Alec was afraid.

“She… she was referring to you. To my interest in you.” Alec muttered with a single tear falling down his cheek. Magnus instantaneously reached out to whip the tear away. A tear that represented not only heartache, but fear.

“You listen to me loud and clear when I say this. Just because you chose to confide in someone your mother doesn’t approve of, doesn’t make you any less of a man you are. You’re outstanding. The qualities you obtain never fail to bring surprise to my everyday life.” Magnus couldn’t have shown anymore emotion than he was now. It was physically impossible. His love was never ending and when he talked to Alec, every inch of his soul was just as involved as he was.

“I didn’t just choose to confide in you, I chose to love you.” Alec paused. “… I don’t regret it, despite the hatred that’s being thrown at me.”

“Alexander, don’t misinterpret poor judgment as hate. As much as I loathe your mother, I know what kind of women she is. She’s all about family. Give her time.”

Alec held his stare with Magnus and never once broke contact. Everything in this world was just so damn confusing for him, but Magnus seemed to be the only thing that was clear.

“As for the first part of what you said… just know that when I put my love in you, it was all selfless. I didn’t know what you had to offer on your part and it didn’t matter, because I only wanted what was best for you. If you chose to stay in hiding, or go through with the wedding, I would’ve still loved you. Nothing can break what I feel for you. Not even all the magic in the world.” Magnus couldn’t be more vulnerable than he was within this moment. His admiration for Alec was burning through the walls that were built around his heart, and pouring out of his mouth like a waterfall.

“Now I will admit… you loving me back is a fantastic feeling, and I’m really soaking it up.” Magnus chuckled and Alec let out a smirk, which made Magnus melt.

“How could I not love you?” Alec put his hand to Magnus’ face and let his thumb stroke his cheek. “You’re magical. Not just because your a warlock, that actually has nothing to do with what I’m saying. You’re just… you’re so out of this world. I’ve never met someone like you. Someone so powerful yet so graceful. You won me over the first time I met you, I just didn’t know how to let myself accept something for me.”

Magnus saw it. He finally saw a specific emotion spread across Alec’s face and it looked like his mind was finally working again. Like he wasn’t trapped in emptiness. Like he knew what to think again. It was all love. Every ounce of it.

“And I’m glad you did, Alexander. You deserve to let yourself feel and grow on your own terms. I’m just forever grateful that you chose to show yourself through me.”

With that, Alec’s other hand reached out to Magnus’ face and he leaned in to find his lips. Alec wanted the sentiment, and he craved to find it in Magnus.

As their lips connected, the kiss screamed passion. It wasn’t fast. It possessed meaning that no words could ever explain. No tongues dared to enter each others mouths, their lips just danced in a steady rhythm. It was almost choreographed, they way their lips knew what to do with one another’s.

Magnus gripped onto the small of Alec’s back, holding him for dear life. The kiss only lasted for a brief moment, but with that simple action, they felt as if their relationship was being described. All the desire, all the want, it was evident.

They both pulled apart slowly and together. Their foreheads leaned against one another’s as Alec’s mouth formed into a smile.

“Stay here with me.” Magnus breathed out, his voice almost getting caught up in his breath.

“I can’t say no to you.” Alec let out, finally understanding what he needed. He needed all that Magnus offered. No words from his mother or stereotypes that follow his family name could lead him away from knowing and desiring that. All he cared about was that he was with the one person he’ll love forever.

He was finally ready to breathe.

Some Thoughts on Lars, his family, and his relationship with Sadie

This is Lars’s house. His parents are very into handmade crafts they saw on Pinterest. On the other hand, the room they let their son stay in still looks like and has the objects of an attic (Christmas lights, boxes, coats). Knowing Lars, he probably didn’t want knick-knacks and rainbows in his room.

His parents clearly care about him, though. They don’t suppress his personality. His mother even bought him the heart plugs. 

I feel their family is one that’s stopped being on the same page some time ago. It’s a sharp contrast to Sour Cream’s family, who regularly communicates even though they don’t always agree. Lars’s family doesn’t seem to engage with each other on a level that both parties are comfortable with or understand. Can you imagine the breakfast scene but with Lars sitting there instead of Steven?

His parents see Lars as the person Lars wants to be, not as the real Lars. They see the tough, cool guy. They believe this so much that they’re not surprised he’s breaking into people’s houses as a burglar.

Lars is starved for the affirmation of his peers. With parents who see their son in town and immediately saying, “Let’s follow him!” you can sort of see how most of his childhood was. And we look back at the handicrafts and the general aesthetic of his house and his parents and we know that’s not the image he himself wants to project.

I’m not defending Lars, just trying to explain why he doesn’t want people to know about his parents, and why we’ve never seen them before.Their personalities just clash, most families do. The problem here is that they’re not making efforts to reach each other, or those efforts are taken at face value. 

When Steven gave Lars’s parents the answer they wanted to hear, that was that. They didn’t question him or ask what was wrong or anything. In the same way, I can imagine that when Lars’s parents got him what he wanted, that was it as well. 

Because neither are terrible people. Lars’s parents are concerned enough to talk about his grades and his education after Lars moved out. They didn’t give him one shot and then leave him on his own. 

But what are their conversations like? His father remarks it’s great that Lars didn’t even swear this time. They both are incredibly surprised by how the conversation went.

His parents know him, but don’t know him well enough. I have friends, who will immediately lash out when their parents confront them with something they’ve done “wrong” or when it’s something they don’t want to do. They sort of clam up and just stop listening to anything, even reasonable things. And from experience, it’s because deep down, they know they’re not doing well. They’re upset with themselves but also don’t want to change

Lars knows his responsibilities and what he’s supposed to do for school, but did you see all those F’s? He’d have to change a lot about his habits and his lifestyle, and it frustrates him because he wants to do better but doesn’t want to make all those changes and everyone suddenly feels up on his case and he doesn’t know how to answer them because they’re right but he wants to put it away. 

The very intentional running sentence shows that approaching it the way, I think, most parents would approach it, “What on Earth happened? Is there something wrong at school?” would make him explode. It’s a personality thing. So they take the opposite direction. Someone like Lars probably acts like he doesn’t hear anything, and then fights about it, but when he’s alone these words weigh on him and he starts to feel bad for himself, and the cycle starts again.

In the show, who actually gets Lars to do things? His peers. The way his parents address Lars, talking about his education and his decisions don’t really matter to him, because he cares very little about himself. Time after time we see Lars pretending to be someone he’s not for the validation he gets from other people means way more. If his parents addressed him from an angle that involved peers, it may help a little more.

At his core, who was Lars? He was best friends with Ronaldo, until he started letting people’s opinions dictate whom he should be friends with. Sadie says it best when she called him out (as Steven) for acting completely different in public and in private. He’s not a terrible person, but he ends up doing terrible things for the sake of that validation.

Because Lars is short-tempered, impulsive, at times violent. He throws things and rips things up and yells a lot. But what’s he doing it all for? It’s when someone messes with how he wants to be perceived, and being cool is something he thinks he’s got down but doesn’t actually understand. He wants to be like the Cool Kids, and not care about anyone, except the Cool Kids care about their friends and family more than they’d like to admit.

Lars does all these things but he’s capable of a lot of good. Sadie points out in Joking Victim that when they played video games together, Lars brought her favourite food. That’s a thoughtful thing. And the events of Horror Club show that he’s not completely awful. 

He’s done a lot of mean things, though. This episode, for me, is only the start of addressing that. Because at the end, it seems as though it’s a good thing Lars is mean again. Everyone liked the new Lars better, but his meanness is validated because Sadie prefers the original Lars. I don’t think this is the case.

Taken with a grain of salt, the ending makes sense. It’s not that Lars should be mean. Sadie likes having a friend who is cynical, and complains, and makes use of dark humour. Just look at the kind of movies she watches, and how she says things like, “I’d rather have my organs pickled,” in the same way Lars says, “I’d rather eat poop.” They do have a lot in common in terms of interests and humour and stuff like that. So why aren’t they acting like it?

Someone asked me:

Anonymous said:
I don’t know if you’ve talked about this before, but how do you feel about Sadie and Lars relationship? To me they could work as friends, but they’ve both got a lot of growing to do before they approach anything resembling a romance. Because whenever they try, someone gets hurt. Sadie was willing to hold both Lars and Steven (a minor) on an island just so she could be with him and Lars was selfish enough to take advantage of Sadie and fake a back injury to sneak out of work. Sadie puts (cont.)

…way too much faith in him when he hurts her SO badly (I mean, she was crying really hard out of betrayal and anger when he went and did that sleezeball thing, and THEN to hang out with some other girl too?) but Sadie’s no angel either if she’s willing to KIDNAP people and strand them from friends, family, and supplies just for her own personal gain. But Steven Universe, for all their progress, is still doing the Good Girls Love Bad Boys trope that is so damn eye-rolling. Real life ain’t so.

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i’ve been really thinking all day about 2x15 of lucifer, and how much i loved it. it’s such a good episode and the thing is i truly feel every episode of lucifer is good but this episode really highlighted why i love the show so much. like, a lot of people say that the lucifer fandom is so calm and peaceful (which is, for the most part, true) but i really think that very much comes down to the fact that we have very little to ever be angry about. i’m not saying it’s perfect but we’re calm and peaceful cause it’s truly a good fucking show. and that’s. rare. these writers not only care about us as an audience, but they care about every single character and every single relationship on the show. every relationship gets attention and care and importance. every character is multi-faceted and developed.

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I need to vent. I tried not to, but damn I can’t avoid it. I did a 6:30 am to 2:30 pm shift today. Which, on a holiday, would be easy since most residents leave with friends or family for the day to celebrate. Well… not when the hard to deal with resident that I have mentioned before was left behind by family. Today I found out that three people in the last year before me have quit and she is the reason why. While I think she was probably upset they didn’t come to get her for the holiday there is just no justifying that I spent 8 hours dodging glass objects, being pushed, having the phone thrown at me, being sworn at, pinched, an attempt to steal my cell phone to break it as well, and so on. I expected a little bit of physical confrontation in this line of work, but no where near having a hot glass pot of coffee zipping past my goddamn skull. This was a million times worse than any shift I have done with her and I think, wholeheartedly, that it’s because her family pretty much forgot about her on a holiday. I’d bet my goddamn life that’s the reason she acted up so damn much. As much as I fight it, yeah I admit I am annoyed with her, kind of hard not to be when you leave a shift with at least one new bruise a day. But I blame her family. You don’t just throw a loved one in a facility and forget about them. They visit, sure, but do you know how much it’d hurt to see everyone else going home to their family on a holiday while you’re left alone with people you don’t know and probably don’t care about you for all you know? So, yeah, I’m more pissed at her parents more than anything. Watch, I’ll probably get in trouble for everything that happened today. She’s unharmed while I have two or three new bruises. It’s so much easier for family to blame “the help” than look at themselves. If any of you ever need to commit a family member to a place like where I work, or worse, then make sure you stay committed TO THEM. They may not live with you anymore, but you’re still family. If you forget about them on a holiday then you’re a piece of shit and the reason why aides/caregivers seriously reconsider their line of work despite how desperately they are needed. Hell, holidays aren’t even enough for some residents. I’m sure this particular one needs daily visits at the extreme, but she’s lucky to get biweekly. She was raised to be coddled with one on one attention by her mother to suddenly next to nothing, so I’m sure that this is just pure hell on her and she only has one way to show it. Do. Not. Forget. People. You. Love. In. Group. Homes. Or. Nursing. Homes. EVER! It could be you someday! -Abby

anonymous asked:

rtd or moffat companions & why?

RTD, no question!
And why? Well, I just don’t think Moffat is that great at writing female characters, and since the main full-time companion usually is a woman, that’s…a bit not good. Don’t get me wrong, I do like Amy and Clara, but that’s mostly due to how they were portrayed by their respective actors. Especially Jenna Coleman’s performance kept me from giving up on Clara because I really didn’t like her character a whole lot in S7.
When you look at them, they’re pretty much the same character…the one kind of woman Moffat can write because he’s Moffat and apparently (and obviously, judging by the problematic things he has said over the years) has a very weird concept of women. They’re both feisty and sassy and on a surface level he wants them to appear super independent and kickass, but their lives revolve around the Doctor. Amy met him when she was just a young girl and had been obsessing over him ever since, up to the point where it actually affected her life quality (all those therapists she had to see), and Clara was literally ‘born to save the Doctor’. Yes, they both made some choices that didn’t include the Doctor at some points further down the line, but still, it’s really irritating to me. Same with River…’I live for the days I see him’. Like, no. Stop writing women whose sole purpose in life is some guy, what kind of message is that? But for Moffat, that’s literally all there is to them…being a companion to and being with the Doctor, a man. They don’t really get their own story, no family, no past that isn’t intertwined with him, which also results in them being kinda two-dimensional.

Now, RTD’s companions were fleshed out and also relatable. Rose had a job in a shop (before the Doctor blew it up), a working-class background, lived on a council estate, was close to her mum because Jackie raised her by herself after Pete died, she had Mickey who she was sort-of dating at the beginning and who was pretty much part of her family after his grandma died. She was also really unhappy with her life because she had no idea what she was doing with it and it seemed to just be the same day after day - I can relate. And then the Doctor showed her that the whole universe was out there, so much for her to see, so much she was able to do and achieve.
Martha was ambigious and training to be a doctor, she had parents that had currently split up which caused tensions within the family, a sister she was close to and who was just as ambigious as herself, and a brother she seemed to love a whole lot. She also didn’t really know her worth and fell in love with a guy who couldn’t love her back because he was still hung up on someone else and because…he just didn’t - I can relate. And then her time with that guy made her realise just how amazing she was - she saved the whole damn world pretty much all by herself! - and that she deserved respect, so she made the decision to get out and away from someone who couldn’t treat her better and the way she deserved to be treated.
Donna was a temp and unemployed a lot, she had just lost her dad, she had a mum who emotionally abused her on a regular basis and made her feel small because Sylvia was also hurting after losing her husband, and a gramps who lived with them and helped them out and who treated Donna the complete opposite and loved her somewhat fiercely and wanted her to be happy. She also felt like she was worthless and nothing special because she hadn’t really achieved anything ‘important’ in other people’s eyes - I can relate. And then the Doctor showed her the universe and she did all those amazing things, she nudged HIM towards doing the right thing more than once and kept him grounded, and he treated her like an equal and like she was simply fantastic because she WAS. Even though all of that was taken away from her again (against her will, which is the one thing I will never forgive RTD), she got to see just how special she was.
Those three are, really, ‘ordinary’ women with all kinds of different lives and backgrounds and problems (and we got to see all of it!), but they’re so special and can do brave and great things nonetheless. No matter who you are, what you are, where you come from, you’re important and have so much worth…that was such a beautiful message to me back when I started watching Doctor Who when I was wee 14 year old, and it still is all these years later.

Amy and Clara, on the other hand, don’t really have any of that. Also, Amy was only interesting to the Doctor because there was a crack in her wall which was a rip in time/space and because she was ‘the girl who waited’, and Clara was ‘a mystery wrapped in an enigma squeezed in a skirt’ (ugh) to him because he kept meeting her since her whole life was apparently destined to be spent with the Doctor and she threw herself into his timeline, splitting herself into pieces and killing herself. Not really everyday relatable people…but maybe that’s just me lmao. The way Moffat writes and imagines his Doctor also comes into play here, obviously, I’m not really a big fan of that either because apparently it’s not enough anymore to just be a ‘normal’ person to be worth his time, but that’s maybe a topic for another day and doesn’t belong here.

I’m gonna stop babbling now, I didn’t even plan for this to get so long, sorry - I started out with one thing and then threw in all kinds of different thoughts, lol. But yeah, RTD, definitely.

(P.S. I don’t really know anything about Bill yet, I didn’t wanna expose myself to spoilers in regards to her, maybe he wrote her differently than all his other female characters. All I know is she’s gay, which is a whole different sea of possible fuck ups for Moffat considering how he handled most of his lgbtq+ characters in the past. I’m open to be pleasantly surprised though.)

I was discussing with a Tumblr friend how anyone who meets this guy ( male or female) falls a little in love with him . Most in a healthy way ..some maybe not so much but that is not the point of this message .
There is his obvious physical beauty but there is so much more . His talent is just insane .. but the person beneath all of that that is kind , caring , compassionate and truly gives a damn about the people that he meets ,I think is what makes him the most beautiful.
His fans are fiercely protective of him and his friends and family adore him … He loves only one person and that particular person is one lucky guy ..and I get why they have fought so hard to protect it .
I defy anyone that has ever met him , seen him perform ( on Broadway or on any other stage ) to prove me wrong …
He has had a pretty good few weeks recently and I hope this is a sign of positive change coming for him …Lord only knows he deserves it
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