i just love this top though

Thoughts on Riverdale 2x10



I actually liked this episode. Didn’t seem too over the top like the rest of season 2


- Loved the bughead scene even though it was only one scene in the whole episode. Tired of them not getting more scenes when they’re one of the biggest parts of the show.

- Unpopular opinion maybe but i actually like Archie going undercover. I liked the Cheryl and Archie scenes

- The times I don’t like Archie are the scenes with veronica I’ve realised. They just don’t seem natural to me. They seem very forced (my opinion. Sorry)

- LOVED the Kevin and fangs part of it. So here for kangs!!

- The highlight for me is always when lili is on screen. She really lifts the whole show and love the dynamic of betty and mama coop. Their scenes are so good!!

- excited for the chic cooper storyline even though he seems like a creep lol. But love Hart

- Love cami but veronica has to have the most cringiest lines on the show tied with jughead probably.

- Juggie needs to leave the serpents asap and get back with his one true love betty Cooper. Can’t wait for that day

Random questions

I was tagged by @ladydracarysao3 thank you <3

Rules: Tag 9 people you want to know better or just because you feel like it.

Relationship status: Married for 17.5 years, together for about 23?

Favorite colour: green and purple

Lipstick or chapstick: Lipstick, though I do love my aquaphor

Last song I listened to: Whatever my husband was listning to upstairs last night, which was a little too loud and disturbed my writing, lol. 

Last movie I watched: The Shape of Water (GO SEE THIS MOVIE, I’ll keep saying this, sorry non-US people).

Top 3 TV Shows: I barely watch TV shows anymore. Buffy, Stargate, Firefly

Top 3 Characters: Today it is Solas (Dragon Age), Raislin Majere (Dragonlance), Leanathy (from @galadrieljones Teen Wolf and The Dead Season)

Top 3 Bands: Dire Straits, Queen and, hm, I don’t know? D:A:D probably?

Books I’m reading: Swamplandia! by Karen Russell - I think @galadrieljones recommended this one for me, and its a little slower paced than I usually prefer reading, but it has a lot really neat language. I also started reading A Distant Heart by Sonali Dev the other day, for some quicker reading, but I might try to hold off. I have SO MANY fanfics on my list, especially I want to read @kaoruyogi‘s How To Win War and Influence Nobles, and @buttsonthebeach‘s Awakened

Tagging: @galadrieljones @buttsonthebeach @kaoruyogi @tel-abelas-mofo @bearly-tolerable @momma-dread-wolf @idrelle-miocovani @destinyapostasy @sasshole-for-rent

Sit down lads and listen to my tired fueled rant on why Steven Yeun is a pure man and loves Keith!

So, its been bugging me for a while (especially with the new season just being released) about the fact that almost all the voice actors promote the show and how much slack my boi Steven gets! We all know how much Jeremy Shada, Bex T-K, Josh Keaton, Hell, even AJ whos new to the team go full out and are full of thoughts and words to say about Voltron and their charterers, SO, I am here today, ignoring every piece of homework i have due four weeks ago to tell y’all why none of the slack he gets is deserved!

Way back when in may of this year, a local (ish) convention guested Steven Yeun as a guest, and even though I may be a Lance stan before a human being, I cried cuz I loved this boi since the walking dead. 

I had saved all my $$ just to get this boi’s autograph (on top of picking one up for my friends sister) and waited in his line for almost 2 hours just so i could be first.  And as I sat in line, i noticed that the growing amount of walking dead fans where starting to get extremely high (i don’t think a single person in that line even KNEW what Voltron even was!).

So, b/c i am smart and don’t want to make a rash choice, i sneak a pick at the photos he has lined up before hand to see if they had any rad Voltron for him to sign. and OF COURSE there is no Voltron or Keith anywhere on that table.  But Worry not fellow nerds!  I did the smart thing and printed off a picture of Keith at home!  But my printer is shitty and the quality wasn’t the best

So after almost two hours and him being 20 minutes late ( i could never hate, my boi was on his lunch break) the line starts movin.  So here i am, about to meet Steven FREAKING Yeun, dressed as Kim Possible (not relevant but anyways) and I have practiced over and over what im gonna say to this man.  

“Talk about the Walking Dead, you can do it, tell him you love the walking dead”

So i get up and pay for my autograph, and they let me have two photos and his manager, when he gets to me, tells him that he can only sign one.

NOw, before I got on, my boi looked tired.  Like HELLA TIRED.  idk what he be doing, but he was doing his best to fake a smile and get through another line.

And when i get up in front of him, I FROZE!  like, BItcH, What you DOIN?!?!?  anyways, i shake his hand and all i manage to say is 

“I loved you in Voltron!”

And the look on his face gave me ten years of my life back!  This boi (whose entire autograph photo selection is just walking dead and head shots) hears Voltron, and i saw a smile that was genuine rush over him.  And the MOMENT i notice this, I just go back to talking about Voltron with him

Anyways, he signs my friends photo (which was hella aesthetic) and he looks over at my two and i explain to him the deal 

“So, heres the thing: i only have enough money for one autograph and you are my favorite character in the walking dead (bitch was already dead at this point too) but I got really sad when there was no Keith photos. SO i printed this out at home and I want you to decide.”

he looks at the two photos and tells me

“heres what we’re gonna do.”

and he reaches for the Keith picture and he starts to sign it.  I’m already close to tears at this point, and he is just signing away.  And then he glances over at his manager and quickly signs the other one, pushing both towards me before she had time to react and pull the other one away.

ANd at this point i am IN TEARS.  Crying in the con, god bless this random lady who gave me a tissue or my makeup would have been a mess.  

My friend and I sit down and we look at the pictures and he FUCKING SIGNED THE KEITH PHOTO FROM KEITH!!!!  I might be a Lance stan, but jesus fuck do I love Steven Yeun and everything he is!!

And this boi loves Keith! all the stories I heard from others who met him said that when they mentioned Voltron he would become ten times more happy.  Steven is a gift and I want nothing but happiness for that man.

Oh, and also…

Stevn Yeun loves Keith, he cares for Voltron, and I will NOT tolerate hate towards him any longer!

I rest my case

Jason Todd dating Tony Stark's daughter

•You met Jason under some odd circumstances.

•You caught him under his cover of Redhood trying to steal your Dad’s tech.

•"You’re stealing my stuff.“ You awkwardly asked him as you walked into the room.

•"I’m stealing Tony Stark’s stuff.” He explained.

•"Uh no. Actually I made that.“

•"Oh, well I’m stealing your stuff.”

•"I can make you a new one?“

•Jason looked really surprised, he was stealing your stuff and you offered him to make another one???

•I mean he said yes and sat there as you put it together.

•He was dazed off until he felt his red helmet rip off his head.

•He drew his gun but you just stared at his face.

•"For a thief you’re REALLY attractive.”

•"Thank you?“

•"You’re welcome Jason.”

•Wait what?

•You ended up background checking him by using some DNA.

•He was really impressed and scared tbh.

•Since you already knew who he was Jason started to come by the tower to hang out with you.

•The Avengers told Tony that there was a kid who hanged out with you usually at night.

•They all spied on you both, but you and Jason just watched movies and laughed together.

•But Tony was Not Happy.

•What’s a attractive biker boy doing at his daughters place in the middle of the night???

•Flicked on the lights one night as you both were watching a movie and gave a death stare.

•"Y/N, what’s this roguish biker boy doing here at NIGHT?“

•"Watching a movie?”

•"With just you?“

•You bet he did a background check.

•"I thought you were into nice guys like Peter.”

•But Peter ships you and Jason together so it’s all cool.

•He doesn’t want to control you and your love life, but gives Jason the “I’m watching on you” stare with the hand gestures included.

•He set up a couple rules though.

•1.) No running away together.

•2.) No making out. (Jason didn’t listen to that one)

•3.) Jason has to ask him before marrying you.

•"If you break up with Y/N the whole Avengers will find you.“

•He’s so over the top, but you warned Jason beforehand so he was prepared.

•Jason’s gadgets were improved greatly since you were so good at it.

•The Batboys got kind of jealous. Who was giving Jason all these amazing tech???

•Jason will make sure to visit you every week.

•He knows that you can protect yourself so he’s not that worried about sharing his love with you.

•He always tries to distract you when you’re engineering something.

•"So you could take a break and kiss me OR work on that piece of metal.”

•Jason keeps you healthy because like your father you tend to get obsessed about some projects.

•If it gets really bad he’ll literally pick you up and carry you out of the room.

•He’s so strong you can’t do anything about it.

•He’ll always bring food and you both would eat on top of the tower.

•Secretly Tony approves of you both together, but will never say it aloud.

……..ive spent the last couple of days pondering whether i should say this or not but in my heart of hearts…..i truly believe that you all really need to like emotionally prepare.

 i cant even exaggerate when i say this but…….the released reputation songs arent even top 4 on the whole album

and that’s the soup.

dating tom holland...pt. 3
  • if i’m being honest, he’d probably smell amazing 24/7
  • not even his cologne just like his scent, there’s just something so comforting about him too
  • the day before he had to leave for press or filming he’d cling onto you like a koala
    • “I’m not letting go until I absolutely have to,” he’d whine as you tried to push him off
    • “tom I have to pee,”
    • “no you don’t that’s false,”
    • “GET OFF ME BEFORE BAD THINGS HAPPEN”
  • reluctantly letting go of you so you could go pee
  • hearing your name through the door
    • [Y/N]!!!”
    • “come baaaack”
    • “….I can hear you pee” followed by loud giggling as you flush the toilet and quickly was your hands
  • he promises to call, text, and facetime you as often as possible when he’s away
  • and obviously he sticks to his promises cause he’s that guy™
    • “I miss yoooouuuu”
    • “harrison doesn’t cuddle like you”
    • “I miss your cooking” 
  • reuniting with each other is both your favourite things
  • you’d be waiting at the airport, trying to be as lowkey as possible since there was already a swarm of paparazzi’s
  • him noticing you as soon as he stepped through those doors
  • running and jumping into his arms as he threw down all his belongings
    • multiple kisses all over your face
    • whispering “i’m gonna make up for all our lost time when we get home”
  • and he so does
  • not being able to keep his hands off you the second you step through the door
    • “what gotten into you, tom?” you ask as he nips at your neck and collarbones
    • he freezes before shyly looking up at you, “I-I had a dream…about you…” he trails off
  • you nearly moan at the thought of him having dirty dreams about you
  • sloppy makeup sex 
    • both your actions would be so rushed, just wanting to be connected with each other
    • “fuck, I missed you so much babygirl,” 
    • him trying to make you come at the same time as him
  • as happy as he is to see you, he’s also exhausted and starving so you tell him to take a nap as you make something for dinner
    • “but I wanna nap with my girl,” he’d try to coax 
    • “after dinner,” you bargained as he let out a huff but agreed
  •  waking him up with head scratches 
    • whining when you stop and throw the blankets off him
    • not at all fazed by his naked body
    • him being surprised at you being unfazed because ????? 
  • him always trying to get you naked
    • “let eat dinner…..naked,”
    • “let’s play strip monopoly!” “not a chance tom,” “strip uno?”
  • “tom no”
  • “TOM YES”
  • he can be such a child, hiding all your left shoes or the toothpaste because it’s only a minor inconvenience 
  • whenever you’re at home with him and his family he becomes so much more british
    • “tom I can’t understand what you’re saying anymore”
    • “WHADYA MEAN M8″
  • him getting genuinely jealous when you pay more attention to tessa than him
    • “I’m spider-man though!!!!” he’d whine as you rolled around with tessa
    • having enough of your shit and picking you up, throwing you over his shoulder and bringing you to him room
  • when tom is sick its so much worse because he’s so much more clingy but you also don’t wanna get sick
    • “just a kiss on the nose, please darling” he’d beg as you sighed, finally giving him
    • tilting his head up so you end up meeting his lips instead
    • “if you get me sick i’m gonna kill you, holland”
  • you sitting on his lap because he loves having his arms wrapped around your body
  • if you were in public he’d always be checking behind your back for paparazzi’s because it was date night 
  • baking together becomes a tradition with you guys
    • him smearing icing down your nose before licking it
    • “you taste amazing, sweetheart,” him winking before you choke on a breath  
  • you lying in his lap in bed on nights you can’t sleep
  • so he begins playing with your hair and softly singing to because he knows that’s what puts you out like a light
  • waking you up with slopping kisses all over your face
  • you’re not a morning person so you don’t appreciate being woken up and put your pillow on your face
  • so he ends up eating you out and you can’t even get angry cause it was one of the best orgasms ever
    • “still hate me for waking you up?” he asks cheekily as you roll your eyes playfully
    • that day ends up full of sex, cuddles, and food
  • working out with him but he just ends up getting distracted by all your movements 
  • which leads to post workout sex
    • “your ass looks amazing in those pants, but it looks even better without them, darling,”
  • he secretly loves being domestic with you
  • like he loves doing laundry or cleaning the apartment and even going grocery shopping because he’s imagining your future
    • “you ever think about us? in the future?” he’d ask one day and he immediately regrets it thinking you’ll start freaking out
    • “all the time, bubs,” you say with a smile and he thinks his heart is gonna leap out of his chest
  • his parents and brothers already call you an old married couple
  • both of you agreeing that you’ve still got a long ways ahead of you before you wanna get married or start a family 
  • but you both want to 
  • you’re both each others rocks, always there no matter what time it is
  • sweet little kisses throughout the day 
    • like on the nose
    • or the forehead
    • of the top of your head
  • if you’re wearings rings he’s 100 percent going to play with them when he’s holding your hand 
  • he makes sure to bring you back a souvenir from each place he visits, even if it’s a magnet you love it so much 
  • sharing headphones while waiting for the plane to start boarding 
  • playing ‘guess the song’
    • “i lose every time though,” he’d whine but you just stuck your tongue out
    • purposely playing songs he doesn’t know just to see him pout
    • “you’re just too cute,” “i’m not cute, i’m hot,” “okay, tommy, whatever you say,”
  • him getting tipsy on the plane 
    • “let’s join the mile high club,” while giggling
    • “tom i’m trying to watch a movie,”
    • “and i’m trying to get laid,”
  • he’s actually such a child sometimes and you have to threaten him with no more sex until he finally calms down
  • if he has a random question he will ask you as if you have the answer
    • “how long are giraffes necks????”
    • “how do dolphins sleep with one eye open??”
  • poking your cheeks whenever you’re ignoring him 
    • “pay attention to meeeee,”
  • lying in between his legs on his chest because he insists on having you as close to him as possible
  • YOU’RE BOTH HEAD OVER HEELS FOR EACH OTHER AND ADORE ONE ANOTHER 

A/N: i died and came back then died again i h8 myself

sex with jeon jungkook.

so a lot of anons asked what sex with the members would be like, so i figured i may as well do an in depth post about each member. enjoy! ;)

warnings; nsfw gifs! read at own risk.


[what are jungkook’s kinks?]

- overstimulation. whether it’s him being the one to be overstimulated, or him over stimulating you, this man would love to become a whiny mess as you continue to pleasure him after he cums. he would also love to make you the mess though, making you beg for him to stop as he drives you into overstimulation. 

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Note that this is just part one, click here for part two!

This has been such a labor of love for me though, and I’m so excited to finally be able to post it. I love Caged by @their-destinys-writer so, soooooo much, it’s one of my favorite ML fics out there and this particular scene has always stood out to me, so I really wanted to do something for it. 

For some backstory if you haven’t read it (and you seriously should!!!), Marinette starts to get a lil famous, being known as the girl who saved Chat Noir, and on top of friendship/romantic shenanigans are hilarious yet stressful paparazzi that continue to hound Marinette and Chat where ever they go. It gets to the point where Marinette suggests that they don’t hang out any more to be on the safe side, thus the above comic I absolutely needed to draw. It was such a sweet, dramatic scene, and I love it to death, seriously. 

@their-destinys-writer I’m so glad you liked it when I sent you this earlier. Consider this a very belated gift art that miraculously became a christmas gift. Time just worked out that way lol. I hope you have a wonderful holiday and as always that things improve for your home. 

just the two of us

Summary: You’re quite the shy one, but Steve always manages to get a few words out of you, no matter what.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: Someone tell me to do my college work, and stop writing fics! who am I kidding, though - I can’t stay away from this angel. Also, I am not very good at writing shy readers, apparently :/ I will do better with the next shy reader fic I’m writing, I promise! enjoy xx | masterlist

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Clingy //H.S

“Why are you acting so distant?” “Because I don’t want to be annoying or clingy anymore..”


YN frowned, 12 minutes since she had texted Harry and she was yet to receive a reply from her boyfriend of just 3 months. She topped up her coffee, deciding to put her mind back on the drawing she was working on before she got caught up on Harry, again. 

The ping immediately gathered her attention and the drawing was once again abandoned, swiftly lifting her phone up to see that Harry had finally graced her with a reply.

With the boys, talk later love.

She was disappointed, she liked texting Harry when they weren’t together. It made her feel as though he missed her, even if it had only been a few hours since they saw eachother. 

YN met Harry in a coffee shop she use to work at, he scribbled his number on a napkin and slipped it into her hand. She called him the minute she got home, and they spent the rest of the night talking about their favourite music, books anything and everything. They found out it all that night, the rest is history. 

She glanced down at her drawing, deciding that using her charcoal pastels would make it look much more authentic. She went to her back, scrambling through it to find them before releasing a huff when she realised they weren’t there. 

“Harry’s.” She muttered to herself, biting her lip as she wondered if she should just leave it or not. He wouldn’t mind her popping over to grab them, right? 

Deciding he wouldn’t, she swiftly pulled on her jacket and left her tiny apartment. It took her 20 minutes to get to Harry’s house, parking around the side so that she wouldn’t be easily spotted by any paparazzi floating about hoping to capture a glimpse of her popstar boyfriend. 

She entered through the back door, the kitchen not having anyone in it but she soon heard the chatter of her boyfriend and his friends. She walked towards the livingroom to make them aware of her presence before hearing her name made her stop.

“So you and YN, yeh good?” Niall asked, “I mean, I guess.” Her heart dropped in disappointment at the answer, if she had of been asked, ‘More than good’ would of been her answer.

“Oh trouble in paradise, already?” It was Louis’s turn to pipe up, and YN’s stomach churned as she awaited his answer. “No, I mean don’t get me a wrong she’s a sweet girl and I like her alot, it’s just.” “Just what H?” Yeah, just what?

“She’s so goddamn clingy!” Once again her heart dropped, and the laughter of Harry’s bandmates filled your ears making your stomach churn once more but this time in embarrassment. “Any time we aren’t together she is on the phone, ringing or texting to see where I am at and when I would be back to spend time with her. I purposely put my phone on silent now.” She swallowed the lump that had form.

“She likes you, mate.” Liam defended, “Yeah and I like her too but it’s only been 3 months. It feels like it’s been years, when she shows off this clingy side of her it just gets annoying and makes me want to end it before it gets any worse.” 

“You want to break up with her?” Shock was now evident in Niall’s voice, and YN’s heart was now in smithereens. “No, I want to keep it going and see what could happen with us. I care about her, alot. I just want her to tone it down, I mean don’t even get me started on her jealousy. God forbid I even looked at another girl, never mind spoke to one.” 

Deciding she heard enough, YN opened the front door and closed it again making them known of her presence, except not letting them know she heard their entire conversation. “Hello? Oh YN, hello love.” Harry said showing her a soft smile. “Hi.” She said quietly, smiling back weakly before giving the boys a small wave.

“You okay?” “I just came for pastels.” She said, he nodded watching her walk upstairs before he looked back at the boys suddenly feeling guilty about the conversation he had just endured.

She returned moments later, now holding the bag of her art supplies that she kept at his house. Harry stood at the bottom of the stairs waiting for, he went to reach her but she swiftly moved from his grip. “I better go, don’t want to interrupt guy night.” She shot yet another weak smile at him.

“Oh, okay. Breakfast tomorrow?” He offered, a smile on his face. “Uh can’t.” She muttered making the smile fall, “Need to work on my project. I’ll call you.” 


She didn’t call, it’s been two days since YN heard her boyfriend bad mouthing her to his friends and she is yet to get in contact with him. Harry has tried numerous times, calling her, texting her and showing up to her apartment. She simply pretended she wasn’t in. Some might see it as childish, she saw it as giving him the freedom he wanted.

She stepped in her apartment, another day of college finally over her as she dropped her art supplies at the door and walked into the kitchen. “Holy shit!” She gasped, finding Harry sat at her table with a stern expression on his face. “How did you get in?” She asked, cautiously walking around him to get a bottle of water from her fridge.

“I found the spare key, you changed the spot.” His voice held little emotion, which was surprising due to all the emotions running through his mind. “Oh, yeah. Mum told me she heard of a robbery around this neighbourhood, wanted to keep safe.” She lied, watching him nod slowly.

“I’ve tried calling.” He said, now looking up at her and her heart fell at the distraught look over his face. “Uh yeah, I know.” “You didn’t answer.”

“I’ve been really busy, you know, with my project.” He nodded slowly, “I mean I get that, but you couldn’t even text me to tell me that.” She rolled her eyes, now who’s the clingy one.

“I didn’t realise it was that big of a deal, what are you freaking out about?” His eyebrows furrowed, “What the hell is going on with you YN?” All distraught had been replaced with anger, his emerald eyes now dark. 

“Nothing!” She fought back, “Look I’m really tired, can we argue about this another time?” 

“No! This is our relationship we’re fighting for here, but yet sleep is more important for you?” She felt the tears build up in her eyes, she hates confrontation and arguing with Harry is the worst thing ever to her.

“Answer me YN!” “No!” She cried out, running her hands through her wavy hair trying to keep it from sticking to her face. “Then what is going on?!” She didn’t reply before he grabbed her shoulders making her look at him, “Why are you acting so distant?”

“Because I don’t want to be annoying or clingy anymore..” His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “What, wh-” She cut him off, “I heard you and the boys the other day at your place, I was there the entire time of your conversation. I just let you think I wasn’t.”

His heart fell, finally seeing the hurt and heartbreak filling her beautiful features. “Baby, YN, I’m so sorry.” He whispered, she shrugged pulling herself away. “It’s fine. Can’t help how you feel.”

“It’s not how I feel!” He cried out, “I mean I did, but that was until I realised what it felt like to not have you in my life, worrying about me and having our silly chats over text message just so we have something to talk about.” Tears fell from her eyes that he quickly kissed away.

“I was wrong.” He whispered, “I want nothing more than for you to be clingy, and to love me just like I love you.” They both froze, suddenly realising what he said. “You, you love me?” She choked out.

He took a deep breath before nodding, “With everything in me.” A smile fell upon her lips through the tears that escaped her lips, “I love you too.”

He smiled before placing his lips on hers, holding her close to him. “Let’s never be distant again.” He said making her chuckle, “Never.”

“So did you get your project finished?” She nodded, “Can I see?” She smiled before pulling away and going out to the hall to grab it. She turned it around revealing it to him, awe filling his eyes whilst his mouth gaped.

“Is that me?” She nodded, “The title of the project was happiness, and you’re mine.” His heart burst, “Come here my beautiful, clingy baby.”

Wife {Harry Styles Smut}

PAIRING: Harry/Y/N
RATING: R
WORD COUNT: 2900+
REQUESTED: nope !

hello! this is just a quick one shot that i churned out bc i loved the concept and i was rly motivated! i hope u enjoy it! if u do, feedback is greatly appreciated (it rly motivates me) and here’s my masterlist if u want more lol :-)

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My novel, All the Crooked Saints, comes out tomorrow (10/10), but since I’ll be talking about that tomorrow, I thought today I’d instead talk about books that you could also snag while you were wandering or clicking through a bookstore — these are books I’ve either loved, have just picked up, or are about to pick up myself.

Titles and first lines:

LESS, by Andrew Sean Greer.

From where I sit, the story of Arthur Less is not so bad. Look at him: seated primly on the hotel lobby’s plush round sofa, blue suit and white shirt, legs knee-crossed so that one polished loafer hangs free of its heel. The pose of a young man. His slim shadow is, in fact, still that of his younger self, but at nearly fifty he is like those bronze statues in public parks that, despite one lucky knee rubbed raw by schoolchildren, discolor beautifully until they match the trees. So has Arthur Less, once pink and gold with youth, faded like the sofa he sits on, tapping one finger on his knee and staring at the grandfather clock.

DISAPPEARED, by Francisco X. Stork.

On the morning of November 14, the day she was kidnapped, Linda Fuentes opened the door to my house, where my family was having breakfast. As usual, I wasn’t ready. 

ABSOLUTELY ON MUSIC, by Haruki Murakami & Seiji Ozawa.

Until we started the interviews in this book, I had never had a serious conversation with Seiji Ozawa about music. True, I lived in Boston from 1993 to 1995, while he was still music director of the Boston Symphony Orchestra, and I would often go to concerts he conducted, but I was just another anonymous fan in the audience.

WILD BEAUTY, by Anna-Marie McLemore.

Later, they would blame what happened on the little wooden horses. Estrella had found them when she was five, the set of them dust-frosted and forgotten on a high shelf. They had been small enough to fit in her hands, carved wooden wings sprouting from their backs.

LOVE MINUS EIGHTY, by Will McIntosh.

The woman across the aisle from Rob yammered on as the micro-T rose above street level, threading through the Perrydot Building, lit offices buzzing past in a colorful blur. He should have taken his Scamp. Public transport was simpler, but he always seemed to share a compartment with someone who didn’t have the courtesy to subvocalize.

MOONGLOW, by Michael Chabon.

This is how I heard the story. When Alger Hiss got out of prison, he had a hard time finding a job. He was a graduate of Harvard Law School, had clerked Oliver Wendell Holmes and helped charter the United Nations, yet he was also a convicted perjurer and notorious as a tool of international communism. He had published a memoir, but it was dull stuff and no one wanted to read it.

I AM NOT YOUR PERFECT MEXICAN DAUGHTER, by Erika L. Sanchez.

What’s surprised me most about seeing my sister dead is the lingering smirk on her face. Her pale lips are turned up ever so slightly, and someone has filled in her patchy eyebrows with a black pencil. The top half of her face is angry — like she’s ready to stab someone — and the bottom half is almost smug. This is not the Olga I knew.

THE STONE SKY, by N. K. Jemisin.

Time grows short, my love. Let’s end with the beginning of the world, shall we? Yes. We shall. It’s strange, though. My memories are like insects fossilized in amber. They are rarely intact, these frozen, long-lost lives. Usually there’s just a leg, some wing-scales, a bit of lower thorax—a whole that can only be inferred from fragments, and everything blurred together through jagged, dirty cracks.

THUNDERHEAD, by Neal Shusterman.

Peach velvet with embroidered baby-blue trim. Honorable Scythe Brahms loved his robe. True, the velvet became uncomfortably hot in the summer months, but it was something he had grown accustomed to in his sixty-three years as a scythe. He had recently turned the corner again, resetting his physical age back to a spry twenty-five — and now, in his third youth, he found his appetite for gleaning was stronger than ever.

STRANGE WEATHER, by Joe Hill.

Shelly Beukes stood at the bottom of the driveway, squinting up at our pink-sandstone ranch as if she had never seen it before. She wore a trench coat fit for Humphrey Bogart and carried a big cloth handbag printed with pineapples and tropical flowers. She could’ve been on her way to the supermarket, if there were one in walking distance, which there wasn’t. I had to look twice before I registered what was wrong with the picture: She had forgotten to put on her shoes, and her feet were filthy, almost black with grime.

Good Girl (Smut)

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Request: Can you do something like Keep It Down but with Aaliyah being in the room.

Word count: 3,512

Originally posted by sensualkisses


I was lying between each of Shawn’s thighs on the couch, my back resting against his broad chest and his arms wrapped tightly around me.

We were cuddled up and tangled together under a warm blanket, watching some random movie on the TV that Aaliyah really wanted us to see with her. Aaliyah was lying under another blanket in the beanbag in front of us, resting her head on the edge of the grey sofa.

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@theblacksimmer

A special day

“I can’t believe you went for the chocolate cake.”

“Why? It’s so good!”

Draco shakes his head as he smiles at Harry fondly.

“We just had a three course meal. I honestly don’t understand how your stomach isn’t bursting. Mine is about to.”

Harry grins at him, the fork still in his mouth. He pulls it out deliberately slow and gives it an extra lick. His eyes sparkle in the candlelight and Draco can’t help but think how lucky he is and that Harry has never looked more handsome.

“Do I have any chocolate on my face?” Harry asks, wiping his chin inelegantly with his napkin. Draco snorts. Sometimes Harry just has impeccable timing.

“Oh Merlin, come here,” Draco mutters, still unable to wipe that smile off his face. He leans over the table and brushes Harry’s jaw with his fingertips. Harry lets out a little sigh when Draco presses their lips together. He briefly sucks on Harry’s bottom lip and feels him shake with laughter as he releases it.

“All chocolate gone?” Harry chuckles.

“All gone,” Draco grins. He leans back in his seat and watches Harry as he gulps down his wine.

“Sometimes I wonder,” Draco mutters in mock distaste.

“What, why you love me?” Harry immediately says, smacking his lips. Draco hides his face behind his hands and starts laughing; the way only Harry can make him. He asked himself that question a lot in the past, why he fell in love with The Boy Who Lived of all people. But the answer is simple.

Because he’s Harry.

“Come on, you have to try it.”

Draco lowers his hands and meets Harry’s gaze.

“The cake,” Harry says excitedly.

When he lifts his fork and holds it out to Draco, Draco’s eyes fall on the ring on Harry’s finger. His lips curl upwards and he finally leans forward and opens his mouth wide. The cake is indeed delicious. It’s velvety and melts pleasantly on his tongue.

As Harry takes another bite, Draco rests his chin on his hand and just gazes at his husband. When they agreed to go to this restaurant tonight, neither of them mentioned what day it is. They didn’t need to. They both know. And yet, neither of them says it out loud. They didn’t toast and they didn’t exchange gifts. They are each other’s gift. As corny as that sounds, Draco thinks and momentarily scrunches his nose.

“You’ll get wrinkles if you keep doing that,” Harry remarks.

“And you’ll get a divorce if you keep talking with your mouth full.”

Harry chokes on the cake in his mouth, obviously trying no to burst out laughing.

“Wait until tomorrow at least,” he snickers. Draco’s answering smile is wide and warm.

He appreciates the way they both acknowledge this day, without really talking about it. They didn’t plan it. They don’t seem to need any words to know that this is perfect as it is.

Maybe Harry would have made a big thing out of it if he didn’t know Draco so well. But he does. And Draco knows Harry doesn’t want a big, over the top gesture either. Maybe as a joke. But this is far too important and precious to make fun of. Maybe in twenty years. But not today. Today, Draco just wants to enjoy this moment. Their first anniversary of many to come.


HAPPY BIRTHDAY @fleetofshippyships!!! 💖💖💖 You are awesome and I love you and I’m sorry for the mentioning of tongues! 😂 (It’s just one tongue, though, so I hope it isn’t that bad 😂)

I Still Haven’t Won Against You

[SVT as the Mafia] [ Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3]


Jeon Wonwoo x Reader

Summary: Played poker with him once. He lost. He finally got the rematch he wanted so badly but he lost again.

Genre: Mafia AU, smuttish

Word count: 2,590

Originally posted by mc-gyu

You have no idea how you got yourself into this situation. Seemingly only a few seconds ago you were afraid to go out of your house, hoping not to meet him and the next he had you pinned against the wall, making you feel all sorts of things. And now! Now you’re sitting, playing that stupid strip poker he came up with it. Luckily for you, you were so much better at this, still having all your clothes on. You watched him take off his shirt and throw it on the ground. You took the wine glass and sipped your drink, hoping he won’t notice you staring.

“How the fuck I keep losing against you is beyond me,” he sighed, leaning his head against the armchair. “I need another drink.”

He stood up and went to the kitchen. He kept doing that every time he lost, getting more and more irritated when he came back. Mostly because his phone has been ringing non stop all evening. You heard him argue with someone again before he hung up and continued the trail of thought he had.

“It’s been like what? The 5th time I lost now?” he shouted from the kitchen.

“6th,” you corrected him.

“And here I hoped I will get to see you in all your glory,” he pouted.

“Keep whishing,” you thought, standing up and picking his shirt up. You put in next to his other clothes. At least he still had his pants on. You noticed something fall out of the shirt and bent down to pick it up. You couldn’t believe this. It was a card. That sneaky bastard was cheating all this time! But you still managed to win, the goddess of fortune was on your side.

“You weren’t supposed to see that,” startled, you jumped up. You didn’t feel him approach you from behind at all. You turned around to look at him.

“What’s this? You cheater ~” you teased him, waving the card in front of his face. He quickly snatched him from your hand.

“You left me no other choice.”

“Yeah right! I knew you were a cheater. I noticed it the first time we played.”

“Oho!.. You noticed? The first time?” this caught his attention. He took a few steps to you, still holding the wine bottle in one of his hands. “Were you watching me?”

You started blushing, of course you were. He was sitting right across you but that wasn’t the only reason. He took a few more steps to you, till you hit the table with your back. He set the bottle on it, cornering you between his hands. You put your palms against his well toned chest in attempt to push him off a little but he kept his stance. You could feel his heart beating.

“Were you?” he whispered to your ear, leaning closer.

“Weren’t you?” you retorted. A smirk appeared on his face as he looked you in the eyes.

“Caught me red handed,” he breathed out. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you to him. “That’s what makes you special,” he said, before clashing his lips with yours. You didn’t know what you expected but you must say the wine tasted better off his lips. He pushed you to the table, before lifting you up and setting you on top of it, only then breaking the kiss but he still was so close, you could breathe in his air.

“Are we too drunk or do you really want this?” he whispered. You hooked your legs around his waist and you chuckled as he kissed you again, picking you up and going in the direction of his room. “I will take that as a yes.”

You heard his phone ring again but you two completely ignored it. He threw you on the bed, almost falling on top of you. Your hair spreading everywhere.  He took a few strands off your face, stroking them gently.

“Shit, with all this obsession to play with you, I never got the chance to tell you, how beautiful you are,” instead of letting him see you blushing, you used this opportunity to get another kiss, yanking on the tie he still was wearing for some reason, you ran your tongue over his lips.

“So needy,” he breathed out before going in for it. As he swirled his tongue around yours, he tugged your hair slightly to allow better access. He pulled away to get some air but you two were still connected by a slim trail of saliva. He bit down on his lip.

“Shit,” he said, nibbling down on your ear, sending shivers down your spine. He continued from the ear down to your neck, kissing and sucking on your skin, making sure to leave marks. You could hear his phone going off in the distance.

“Don’t,” you panted out, raking through his hair with your fingers. “Don’t answer.”

“I wasn’t planning to,” he said, shoving his knee between your thighs, he got one hand under your skirt and began hiking it up before you stopped him.

“How about you start from the top?”

“How about you don’t interrupt and let me take care of things,” he smirked, getting a hold of your arms and pinning them above your head, still doing what you suggested. He began unbuttoning your shirt but he quickly got tired of it and quite literally ripped it open.

“Wonwoo!” you whined, “This shirt was expensive.”

“Don’t worry, I will buy you a thousand more like it, after this,” he took it off and threw it on the ground along with his tie. You couldn’t help but notice how stunned he was.

“What? What is it?”

“They’re perfect,” he said more to himself than to you. He cupped your breasts. “So perfect, they fit right into my hands.”

“Wait for what you will see when you take this off then,” you teased.

“Can’t wait to find out,” he unclasped your bra. As if knowing what’s going to happen tonight you even put on the one that opens up in the front. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was just him but somehow you didn’t feel even slightly embarrassed exposing your half naked body like that. He went straight for one of them, planting kisses and sometimes sucking harshly while kneading the other. He pulled away, admiring his work, he brushed over the marks he left, making you fell sparks all over your body. Your breathing hitched as you couldn’t take the tension anymore.  

“Wonwoo-“ you whimpered.

“You asked for this yourself,” he teased, getting one of your nipples between his teeth and biting on it, making you moan.

“I would prefer if you were louder,” he took it whole into his mouth, you could feel his tongue snake  around it, when he released it with a pop. You immediately realized what it was. His phone. Again.

“Don’t you dare,” you ordered.

“Those pricks,” he hissed before giving you a quick peck on the lips and standing up.

“Wonwoo!” you shouted after him. What an asshole! Is he seriously going to leave you hanging like this? You lay down on the bed waiting for him to come back. After listening to his shouts who were incomprehensible from this distance, for at least five minutes, you clasped your bra back on and took your shirt from the ground, putting it on. You got off the bed and went to where he was. As you got closer you could hear the bits of the conversation.

“I said I’m not coming a hundred times today… No… No, it’s not about her… Can’t you just raid them and be done with it?.. Why am I even needed?.. No, you listen to me you motherfu-“

“Fuck!!” he shouted, smashing, his phone on the ground. His chest was rising from heavy breathing. You could see that he was pissed. Something that still scared you.

“Those idiots can’t do anything without me,” he clenched his fists, before turning around and noticing you standing in the doorway. He came up to you and started buttoning your shirt up.

“Is everything okay?” you asked him.

“Yeah,” he said, avoiding your gaze. “Work,” he simply stated.

He had trouble with the buttons though because he ripped half of them off a few minutes ago, so he got his shirt from the armchair, where you placed it before. It was way too big for you but you loved it, it had his smell rubbed off on it. He buttoned you up all the way to the top and you felt like a child, letting him dress you up like that.

“Is that it? Just like that?”

“I’m sorry but this is important…” he sighed. “I must say that this is way harder for me than for you.”

You caught up with what he meant right off the bat, sparing a quick glance down to his waist. He went to the hall to get your shoes and you closely followed after him.

“I already called for your ride back home, so don’t worry about that,” he explained. He gave you your shoes but you didn’t feel like putting them on. “Please don’t get mad… I feel like… I finally got to talk to you, even touch you without you running away… I want to know that I still have a chance.”

You didn’t know what to say, him saying those things didn’t feel like him at all, you were used to seeing him all cheeky and sly so you just gave him a smile while he guided you to the elevator. He went inside of it and gave you one last passionate kiss, he looked you in the eyes still holding onto your bottom lip with his teeth for a while before stepping out and pressing the button for the ground floor.

“When?” you asked.

“Be patient,” he said, as the door closed.

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As soon as you were alone you pressed your head against the cold metal wall of the elevator. Oh my god! Were you about to have a one night stand with your ‘stalker’? That’s so not like you. Or could it have been something more? You were completely spaced out that you realized you need to get off when other people started getting in. You walked into the lobby and ignoring the looks people were giving you, started putting your high heels on.

“You must be Y/N.”

“Jesus! Don’t scare me like that!” you looked up to see a man, almost as handsome as Wonwoo is.

“I’m Seungcheol. I will take you home. Come with me,” he said, going to the exit. You quickly finished putting your shoes on and followed after him.

“Were you the one who called him just now?”

“Nope. He has his own things to take care of,” he opened the back door of his car for you.

“Can’t I sit in the front?”

“It will be safer if you sit in the back,” he said. You decided not to argue and got in. The back windows were tinted. Maybe that’s what he meant. Why are you so trusting anyway? At least you can blame it on you being quite drunk if anything happens.

“I live on-“

“I know where you live,” he said, looking at you through the rear view mirror and starting the engine. “Wonwoo told me all about you. Actually the only thing he has been talking about for the past months was you.”

You wondered what he knew and if Wonwoo and him are close. You decided to use this opportunity to find out something about him because he seemingly knew everything there is to know about you.

“I heard he lost against you,” he was the first to speak again. “That was a big surprise for all of us. He hadn’t lost in ages,” he laughed.

“Is that good or bad?” you asked him.

“Depends,” he gave you a quick glance again. “What were you two doing up there?”

“Why cards?” you changed the subject quickly.

“It’s almost the only thing he’s good at. He got himself in a pretty nasty situation. He needed money. The easiest way for him to get some was poker,” he took a sharp turn and you slid down the seat. You found the seatbelt and fastened it. How fast is he driving?

“What did he need the money for?”

“If you don’t know this, it means he didn’t tell you on purpose. I guess if he wants to, he will tell you yourself one day,” he shrugged. After taking a few more turns, you were already home.

“Last question,” you said. “Who are you exactly?”

“I’m the leader.”

“The leader?” you repeated. “Of what?”

“He never told you that too?” he started laughing again. “Then the only thing I can tell you right now is that I’m his boss.”

Is he serious? Leader? Boss? What the hell is he talking about? Both of them are suspicious after all.

“Getting serious though,” he said, turning in his seat and sending you a glare. “I hope I never see you again. You distract him too much,” he leaned over the seats and opened the door for you. “Now, could you please get out of my car?”

You gave him a quick thanks and stepped out, slamming the door shut. You watched him speed away, down the street. Rude.

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He told you to be patient but it has already been a few weeks till your little get together. You had to finish these documents by the end of the week but everything from the clock to the thoughts of him sidetracked you. Someone knocked at your door and you got up from your place on the sofa to go get them. You looked through the keyhole and opened them with the speed of light.

“Wonwoo?” you questioned.

He came in and kicked the door close with his feet, wrapping his arms around your waist. He started kissing your neck and you had to push him off.

“Wonwoo are you drunk?” you could smell the alcohol from here.

“I need you,” he said, embracing and holding on to you tightly. He nuzzled his head in your neck. “Sometimes… I just can’t do this.”

“Do what?” you asked but he was quiet. “Wonwoo?.. Are you?.. Are you crying?”

You brushed his hair off his face. He was actually half asleep. Great.

“How much did you drink? Why were you drinking in the first place?” you threw his hand, around your shoulder and dragged him to the bed. Man is he heavy. You dropped him down but as if he waiting for this precise moment, he grabbed your hand and pulled you to the bed. He rolled over, so he could be on top.

“What are you doing?”

“Finishing what we started.”

“I’m not doing anything with you tonight, you’re too drunk.”

He hovered above you for a few seconds. Gazing into your eyes when he plopped down on top of you.

“You’re right,” he whined. “I want to remember every second of it.”

“Wonwoo, could you maybe get off? You’re heavy.”

He did as you asked but still didn’t let go and instead snuggled up to you.

“I’m staying over,” he said.

“Of course you are,” you rolled your eyes.

“You know,” he started again. “I never won against you.”

“So?”

“So…” he said, drawing your body closer to him. “I still can’t let you go,” he whispered into your ear.

I’m gonna level with you guys, I’m really fucking angry right now.

Just a bit about me: I don’t get angry often. I don’t like to be angry. I get frustrated, sad, upset, anxious, and a billion other emotions, but it’s kind of a feat to get me so angry that I want to scream. Which is how I feel right now. My anger terrifies me, so I try to keep myself from giving into it. 

Yesterday, when I was planning typing this, it was going to just be a gentle reminder. A arm nudge. Something nice, while still making a point. But after the things that have been happening the past couple days, I’m just done. 

So here’s my reminder:

You’re not entitled to a creator’s content.

I’m lucky, in that most of my followers are patient and kind and lovely with me. Asking instead of demanding, and being understanding when I don’t want to do things. But a lot of my friends have been receiving demands for content, to the point where it’s overwhelming them and pissing them off, putting them off of creating content. I know people who were (and some still are) considering just leaving ao3 and tumblr to get away from the constant toxicity of the demands, and it’s upsetting that they’re being driven to this.

I’m mad. I’m angry. Because these people are talented human beings who have decided to share their gifts with other people. There’s a lot of pressure for creators (artists especially, in my opinion) to constantly provide content, all while dealing with whatever life’s throwing at them.

And it’s not just happening to me and my friends. It’s happening all over tumblr, and it honestly needs to stop. Please, I beg of you, please remember that creators are not machines, only there to churn out content for you to consume. It’s frustrating creating something to share, and all someone has to say is, more or please update or you should write this or even you HAVE TO write this.

Content creators are human, and please treat them as such. They’ve got life, school, or work to deal with, sometimes at the same time, all on top of doing what they love, on top of creating, and there are people, the people who consume their content, that are creating an environment that makes doing what they love too hard to actually love. And that’s why people delete their blogs or their ao3 profiles or their stories.

Please be just a little more conscientious towards what you say and why you’re saying it. We’re all people behind these screens. Let’s act like it.

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A/N: Everything I write at the moment doesn’t turn out how I want, so I apologize in advance for this. 

Word count: 3,143

Originally posted by coupleloveblog


I had been on tour with Shawn for about a month now and though we’d been dating for almost a year, I had never tagged along his tours before nor had I ever really gone to one of his shows, so sitting on the floor of the hotel room and doing my homework was a rather big step for us. Bringing me along and sharing this part of him was a rather big step for us too. 

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