i like to watch this on the 4th of july


So after reading a  lot of the humans are space Australians I got to thinking, what would aliens think of fireworks?

Alien: Human Susan please explain why you’re exploding things in the sky.

Susan: What have you never heard of the fourth of July? It’s a way of celebration.

Alien: so you celebrate by exploding powder to make shiny lights in the sky?

Susan: *nods head*

But I also like the idea that they would think they were under attack 

Alien: Commander the humans are attacking 

CoAlien: Explain the situation.

Alien: They are shooting rockets in the air only for them to explode and release colorful lights. The humans are just watching amazed, this must be a new sort of weapon they have created.

CoAlien: What day is it?

Alien: July 4th sir.

CoAlien: *nods head* from what I heard only Americans celebrate this day by lighting fireworks, whatever that is. Just leave them be I don’t think we will ever be able to understand human culture.   

Never-ending Nightmare : Jason Blossom

request: could you do a jason imagine?? maybe if him comforting the reader after nightmares when they are a couple? Only if you think you can, if not that’s fine ❤️

requested by: anonymous

A/N: I AM SO SORRY, but this becomes very twisted. It has the comforting and the couple parts, but also something else. My dumb brain did this, so again, I am so sorry. I still hope you enjoy it. I think it is still what you wanted but not as happy. okay, carry on reading. Love ya, xx aubree.

warnings: SADDNESS AND TEARS. (maybe? if you get as emotionally invested as I do.)

word count: 879

(gif not mine) 


Jason had always been there for Y/N. At school, he was the popular, football playboy. No one knew the real him. At first, Y/N hated him. She had to tutor him in chemistry. She had pleaded with her teacher to make someone else in the class tutor him, but you were his best student. You obliged and met every Wednesday and Friday during lunch and studied. 

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Riverdale Imagine: Nightmare (Jughead x reader)

Thank you to @missjugheadjones for promoting my last imagine<3

Summary: Jughead, the reader’s boyfriend, comforts her after she is left traumatised by a night-time discovery down by Sweetwater River.

Approx. 1020 words

It was dark when it happened. I wouldn’t have gotten so close otherwise. I was running down my usual track next to Sweetwater River when Milo began aggressively tugging on his lead, growling and pining for something on the riverbank. Assuming that he had seen a rabbit or some other kind of small animal I allowed him to pull me towards the water’s edge, I needed a break anyway. Yanking my headphones from my ears, I collapsed exhausted upon one of the huge rocks that supported the river’s structure and I lay there for a moment. Despite its jagged surface which etched into my back slightly I couldn’t help but feel almost peaceful, the night air was pleasant and my surroundings still smelt of the heavy rain from the previous evening. I could hear Milo digging somewhere nearby, I knew he would be muddy and Mum would force me to bath him when I got home but I didn’t care, I was too relaxed to care about anything right now.

After a few minutes I ambled down towards the river to splash icy-cold water on my face, needing to cleanse the hot sweat from my skin before I dragged both myself and Milo home. As my hand broke the water’s surface however, I felt something unusually soft brush my fingertips. I gasped as Milo growled threateningly behind me, his eyes fixed upon the shallow water that lapped against my trainers; it seemed he had found what he was digging for. Tugging my phone from my pocket, I turned on my torch and peered into the murky shallows of Sweetwater River, a pair of eyes stared back at me.


The water was too hot, it physically burned me, but I felt too numb to even notice. I watched as the stream of the shower swirled around me, pulling mud and grime from my shaking body as dirty water was sucked down the plughole like a vacuum, making a pleasing slurping sound. I was still fully clothed, in my t-shirt and running shorts, as I sat under the showerhead slowly rocking myself back and forth and trying desperately not to close my eyes. As I blinked I saw his face, as grey as stone and swollen like an over-ripened fruit, bruised and battered and barely recognisable. The feature that scared me the most though was new. Perfectly and permanently imprinted upon his forehead, the bullet-wound throbbed in my mind like a watchful eye, burning the image of his opened skull into my mind every time I shut my eyes. That single feature of his rotting, motionless, and lifeless body terrified me the most because it meant that Riverdale was no longer safe. Jason Blossom hadn’t drowned on July 4th; he was murdered by someone in Riverdale, someone I knew.

I noticed that my phone was ringing, vibrating loudly upon the bathroom counter, I didn’t know how long it had been going off. Who was trying to call me? Probably the whole town, desperate to find out what I knew about Jason’s body so they could twist it and manipulate my words. I ignored my phone and continued to stare at the wall; I can’t remember how many more times it went off.



“Y/N?” a familiar voice called from the other side of the bathroom door, “Y/N, are you okay?”

“Jug?” I croaked. My voice was raw from my hysterical fit of screaming down by the river, I hadn’t spoken to anyone since I choked out a statement for Sheriff Keller before he set me home with a promise to talk about it at the station tomorrow instead.

“I’m coming in, you can’t be alone right now” Jughead said determinedly. I heard him twist the bathroom lock using a coin and step into the room. I could barely see his silhouette through all the steam; I must have had the water running for ages. As he approached me I saw his expression turn to one of alarm as he surveyed my crouched figure; pale, huddled, and terrified. He pulled my towel off the rail and held it towards me with both hands, trying to coax me out of the shower and into a hug, but I couldn’t move, I was rooted to the spot.

“Come here love, you’re going to be okay” he crooned.

I stared at him vacantly. The butterflies I usually felt at the sight of him were absent; I couldn’t feel anything except a horrible numbness. Tears spilled over my cheeks again and my lip quivered as I reached out my hand towards him. He understood immediately – we seemed perfectly wired together in that way – as he put the towel down and pulled off his shirt and jeans instead. Within seconds he had sank down under the shower beside me and I watched as the water-droplets trickled over his shoulders and travelled down his chest. I smiled weakly as I realised that, in his hurry to comfort me, he had forgotten to take his grey beanie off and it began to collect water, flattening his raven curls to his head. As I felt his strong arms encircle around me, pulling me into the security of his chest, I finally lost it. My whole body began shaking violently, my breathing hitched, and the sick feeling that had been lurking in my stomach began to take its full effect.

“He was murdered Jug… shot him… been there for months.”

I choked on my words as I tried to tell him what had happened, to warn him that someone in Riverdale had killed Jason, but words failed me as I lost my way in hysteria once more. I felt Jughead cup my face in both of his hands as he leant towards me, gently placing kisses along my forehead and cheeks and jaw-line. As his lips softly brushed mine, I closed my eyes. In that moment, all thoughts of the horror-scene that I had witnessed in Riverdale’s woodland melted away and I no longer saw Jason’s distorted face staring at me from under the river’s surface, I only saw Jughead Jones.

New Russian Holmes / Sherlok Kholms Watchalong

Since I missed out a few episodes of @thediogenes lovely New Russian watchalong and since some of you said, they like to watch it too, I’ll make one :)

Every Tuesday, starting 4th of July at 8.00 pm (Central European Time/CET)

@misterisaw @missartemisholmes @loveismyrevolution @waitedforgarridebs@isitandwonder @atikiology @twocandles @wssh-watson@morgendaemmerung89 @bioc @mylastvow @alexaprilgarden @bee-holmes @simpleanddestructivechemistry  @1895-doyle-and-bronte-obsessed  @miadifferent  @khorazir  @currently-in-my-mind-palace


There was only one night game a year. On the 4th of July, the whole sky would brighten up with fireworks, giving us just enough light for a game. We played our best then because, I guess, we all felt like the big leaguers under the lights of some great stadium. Benny felt like that all the time. We all knew he was gonna go on to bigger and better games, because every time we stopped to watch the sky on those nights like regular kids, he was there to call us back. You see, for us, baseball was a game. But for Benjamin Franklin Rodriguez, baseball was life.

A (vague) Riverdale Timeline

with hardly any set dates or times and just a whole lot of guessing basically

WARNING: If you have not yet watched episode 7, go and watch that before reading this because it contains SPOILERS!

Alright, have fun with my DIY timeline for Jason Blossom’s life leading up to July 4th and the murder investigation following.


  • Jason and Polly start dating and sleep together. The “Playbook” is updated with the entry “Jason | 2 | Polly Cooper (9) - shy reserved girl | 1 |”
  • (The entries seem to have been written out like “Team Member | some form of identifying number? (Jason was 2, Moose was 3, Reggie was 4, etc.) | Girl (points she’s worth) | no. of girls involved | possibly dates?”)
  • Jason and Polly continue to date. From what we can see the “Playbook” is updated with the entry “Jason | 2 | Polly… again bro? (-2) for feelings”.
  • (Presumably the full entry goes something like “Jason | 2| Polly… again bro? (-2) for feelings. (7) | 1 | possibly a date.”)
  • According to Trev Brown, Jason and Polly had been dating a few weeks when Jason’s behaviour changed. He apparently became secretive, stopped hanging out with Trev, and stopped returning his calls. Trev says that Jason began selling all of his stuff for cash, then he heard that Jason was dealing drugs (”…weed, pills, whatever. I don’t know for sure because by then he stopped talking to me.” - Trev Brown about Jason Blossom, Episode 5.)
  • Jason and Polly get engaged, either before Jason starts acting strange or after. Polly is given an engagement ring that’s been in the Blossom family for generations (but was not given to Penelope when she married Cliff Blossom for some reason).
  • The Cooper parents are vehemently against the engagement (Hal Cooper tells Betty he hates the Blossom family for an old blood feud, and that he wouldn’t let a Blossom “steal” his daughter).
  • According to Polly, the Blossom parents forced Jason to break up with Polly.
  • Polly tells Jason that she’s pregnant with his child, they make a plan together to run away and start a new life.
  • JULY 4TH ROUGHLY 6AM-7AM Jason and Cheryl go to Sweetwater River to fake his accidental death. Polly attempts to leave the Cooper residence with her luggage but is intercepted and forcibly taken to the Sisters of Quiet Mercy home for “troubled youths”.
  • JULY 11TH Jason Blossom is shot in the head after having been held captive for a week (ligature marks on his wrists tell us that he was bound prior to his death).
  • Jason’s body contained “hints of cryo-nectrotic preservation.” Perhaps his body was stored in a freezer until his killer/s decided they’d had enough time to cover their tracks.
  • Riverdale High School recommences after summer break (ROUGHLY EARLY SEPTEMBER) and hosts a back to school dance, after which (presumably between the hours of 12AM and 6AM) Kevin Keller and Moose Mason discover Jason’s body washed up on the bank of Sweetwater River, wearing the same clothes he was wearing on the 4th of July and with a bullet wound in his head.
  • That morning (presumably roughly 6AM) the police take Jason’s body away, watched by the Coopers (minus Polly), the Blossoms, Archie and Fred Andrews, Reggie Mantle, Kevin Keller, Veronica and Hermione Lodge, Jughead Jones, presumably Moose Mason, and other unnamed town members.
  • on Monday the autopsy on Jason’s body would take place” = the autopsy reveals marbling of the veins (I believe this is a normal in the decomposition process), signs of scavenger activity (likely due to fish from Sweetwater River), and more interestingly, ligature marks on Jason’s wrists as well as hints of cry-necrotic preservation (AKA: Jason’s wrists were bound prior to his death, and after his death his body was frozen). In episode 3 Penelope Blossom says “he [Jason] was tortured and shot and thrown in the river like a piece of garbage.
  • on Tuesday, halfway through 5th period, the first arrest would be made” = Cheryl Blossom is taken in for questioning halfway through 5th period on Tuesday to explain why she told the police Jason had drowned on the 4th of July.
  • Archie comes forward about having heard a gunshot on the morning Jason disappeared; however, that gunshot was coincidental and had nothing to do with Jason.
  • Several things are revealed about Grundy. Grundy arrived in Riverdale the year before the events of series one, when she arrived she worked on individual studies with two students, one of them being Jason. Betty searches for Grundy online and only finds an elderly woman named Geraldine Grundy who died 7 years prior, all of Grundy’s social media accounts were made the year she came to Riverdale. Betty and Veronica discover a Minnesota drivers license for Jennifer Gibson and a gun in Grundy’s car. Grundy claims to be hiding from an abusive ex-husband, before she is kicked out of town by Alice Cooper.
  • The Keller residence is broken into. Sheriff Keller’s murder wall is torn down, evidence, background checks, and taped interviews are all stolen.
  • Kevin Keller recreates the Sheriff’s murder wall from memory in the Riverdale High news room with Betty and Jughead.
  • Betty goes on a date with Trev Brown to gather information about Jason (Trev sees the gang’s DIY murder wall). Trev tells Betty about the change he saw in Jason after he started dating Polly, and about the rumours of Jason selling drugs.
  • Jason’s funeral commences. Rose Blossom, Jason’s grandmother, reveals to Betty and Jughead that Polly and Jason were engaged to be married. Rose also reveals that she had given Polly her ring (presumably her engagement ring), which had been in the Blossom family for generations (for some reason Penelope never got the ring).
  • Betty confronts her father Hal about Polly and Jason’s engagement, it’s revealed that Hal knew and severely disapproved. Hal claims that Cheryl and Jason’s great grandfather killed Betty and Polly’s great grandfather, that the Blossom family stole the Coopers profit and that he would die before letting them “steal” his daughter. It is revealed that Hal Cooper was the one who broke into the Keller residence and stole evidence.
  • Betty and Jughead discover where Polly has been sent to live, the Sisters of Quiet Mercy home for troubled youths. The pair goes there, and Betty discovers that Polly is pregnant with Jason’s child. Betty hears the story of how Jason’s parents forced him to break up with her, but that she and Jason had a plan to run away. Polly tells Betty that Jason had stashed a car on Route 40 nearby a welcome sign to Maple Town, under the impression that Jason is still alive and knows that her parents sent her to the Sisters of Quiet Mercy. Betty tells Polly that Jason isn’t okay and Polly connects the dots. Alice Cooper then arrives to take Betty home.
  • Betty and Jughead find the car Jason had stashed. Inside the car is suitcases, Jason’s letter man jacket, and a substantial amount of drugs. The pair take photographs of the evidence and then leave to tell Sheriff Keller about the find. When Sheriff Keller arrives at the car however, the vehicle is ablaze, having been set on fire between the time when Betty and Jughead left the car and the time when they came back with Keller in tow.


  • Polly runs away from the Sisters of Quiet Mercy and hides in the attic of the Cooper residence.
  • A town manhunt ensues for Polly Cooper, in which Penelope Blossom and Alice Cooper clash.
  • The Coopers reveal the truth about Polly’s pregnancy to the press in order to disqualify suspicions that Polly murdered Jason and set the car alight.
  • Betty finds Polly in the attic and vows to help her find a safe place to stay and money for medical care.
  • Jason’s parents and Cheryl come to Betty offering monetary and emotional support for Polly. Betty arranges a meeting with the Blossoms and Polly at Pop’s, until Cheryl arrives alone and tells Polly that the Blossoms want to get rid of her.
  • Jughead gets arrested on circumstantial evidence and questioned for an alibi he refuses to give. Fred Andrews provides Keller with a false alibi for Jughead claiming that he was working for him during the week of the 11th of July. Fred and Archie forge documents to back up this claim.
  • It is revealed that Jughead’s dad FP Jones has Jason’s letter man jacket (likely from the Route 40 car? Unless Jason had multiple letter man jackets) in his closet.

And that’s pretty much it until Episode 8 airs.

(I’ve purposefully excluded most of the characters personal drama unless I thought it related to Jason Blossom’s murder. I included the stuff about Grundy’s fake identity and stuff because she’s a pretty strong suspect in my eyes (I have my theories about her). I may have neglected to include some stuff purely by accident though so there’s that.)

Have fun driving yourself crazy with a fictional murder guys, I know I will!

True Humiliation Isn't the Act Itself

I have learned the past few months what it feels like to be humiliated, but last night I realized just how far I have come.
As anyone that have read any of my post knows, I have not had sex or passionately kissed my wife in a very long time. Last night started like most have since the 4th of July, me watching my wife get used by another man. Last night she was giving Mike, an amazing, blow job. It looked like she was making love to his dick. I could write 10 pages about the bj alone. But I will simply state I have never gotten a bj like that ,ever in my life ,nor have I ever seen a clip that sexy. I would happily pay a thousand dollars to get my dick worship like that.
Anyways, when he finally started cumming she aloud two shots of cum to plaster her lips and face, before letting the rest shoot straight inside her mouth. Watch shot after shot of cum shoot straight into her mouth and dribbling down her chin was almost more that I could take. My dick was straining inside my pants and throbbing to explode. I was on the verge of cumming in my pants when my wife turned to me and crawled on top of me. My heart raced, that was the most intimate my wife had been with me in months. She then leaned down and passionately and sloppily kissed me, spitting his cum in my mouth and smearing his cum around my face. As she kissed me and gave me Mike’s cum, she squeezed my dick through my pants and for the second time in my life I came in my pants. When she broke the kiss she she patted my cum fill pants and said,“You’re pathetic cumming in your pants, like the little boy you are. You may be a good provider, but you’re just a cum loving lil bitch. His cum looks good on you face! Does his cum taste good?” And to my horror and surprise, I lowered my eyes and quietly said, “yes mam” They both had a good laugh. Then she said, “at least you’re learning your place, next time I will feed you some black cum. I know you will love it.” After a little smirk she returned her attentions to Mikes pleasures.
Now a man might thing making out with your wife while she is cover in another mans cum,and having to swallow that cum, is the most humiliating thing a man could do. But it isn’t! The most humiliating thing is, I felt honored to have finally go to kiss my wife and I looked forward to her promise of her feeding me black cum, because that means I get to kiss her again. I am rock hard and look forward to her next blow job, because I may get another kiss. That fact humiliates me more than even when I sucked Mikes dick, because now some how I feel a cum soaked kiss from my wife is a reward. What has happened to me?

Happy Birthday Stevie

A/N: So I came up with little thing because its July 4th- Steve’s birthday and I hope you like it.

Pairing: Pre-Serum Steve x Reader

Warning: Fluff

Word Count: 901

Originally posted by idontwikeit

“Steve?” Bucky called out after unlocking the front door. He stepped to the side once the door was pushed all the way open, allowing you to walk inside first.

“Buck?” Steve questioned back, sleepiness laced in his voice. He emerged from the end of the hall rubbing his eyes stumbling a bit. Your smile grew as you watched him. His vision seemed to focus as he came to a sudden halt giving you both a weird look when he saw you two were smiling at him like the big dorks you were.

You looked over at Bucky sharing a smirk before returning your attention to Steve. “Happy Birthday Stevie!” You both exclaimed loudly your hands shaking excitedly for further emphasis. Steve chuckled at the two of you, his smile growing as a blush made its way on his cheeks.

“Guys..” he started but never finished as Bucky wrapped his arm around Steve’s small shoulders pulling him in for a side hug as he ruffled his disheveled hair even more. You kissed his cheek as they passed you to go to the kitchen. Your actions causing Steve’s cheeks to darken even more.


“You’re cheating!” Bucky accused his voice was muffled from the cupcake he took a bite out of with a pout. Steve and you laughed which only resulted in Bucky pouting even more.

“No, you’re just a sore loser.” Steve informed still chuckling. You three were currently sitting on the ground in Steve’s living room playing cards. Bucky shook his head stubbornly huffing in fake annoyance as he tried to hide his smile.

“You know what Punk, maybe I wont give you the present we got you.” Bucky’s smile growing on his lips as Steve snapped his head up, his eyes darting between you two.

“W-what? Guys, I said-” Steve started as a sly grin formed on your lips.

“You said and we ignored,” you interrupted with a giggle as Bucky jumped up to retrieve Steve’s gift. Steve scolded you for a moment but soon enough excitement took over his features and he scooted closer to you.

“What is it?” He asked, his eyes wide with curiosity as you let out another laugh.

“You’ll find out soon enough.”

“Y/N picked it out!” Bucky called out from another room before he reappeared walking back to the two of you.

“But you bought it,” you retorted and Bucky rolled his eyes.

“Fine, the gift is from the both of us.” Steve’s eyes darted between the both of you, he was practically bouncing in excitement. “Here,” Bucky said finally handing Steve a small rectangle shaped object wrapped in old newspaper. Steve shook it lightly to see if he could hear anything but was met with silence. His smile was growing by the second.

“Is it a puppy?” He asked teasingly, making you laugh and Bucky to roll his eyes smirking.

“Just open it, Punk.” Bucky ordered sitting down again. He was now the one bouncing in excitement for Steve to see what you guys had gotten him.

Steve didn’t need to be told twice and hastily ripped the paper surrounding his birthday present.

“Do you like it?” You immediately questioned once all the newspaper was ripped to shreds on the ground, nervousness bubbling within you as you stared at Steve.

Steve looked up at the two of you in shock, “how did you-” but Bucky was quick to wave his hand dismissing Steve’s question.

“I worked some extra shifts, so do you like it?” Bucky smiled, eyes averting down to the small sketchbook in Steve hands. Steve quickly nodded looking at the two of you in awe.

“It’s everything I wanted.” Your smile grew at his confession, beyond happy he liked the gift.


Bucky laid passed out in the blanket fort you guys made in the middle of Steve’s living room, a small snore omitting from his lips every few minutes. But you and Steve were still awake, laying on your sides facing one another quietly talking.

“So you really liked your gift?” You asked again and Steve was immediately smiling big nodding his head.

“Thank you guys,” he whispered his eyes glimmering with happiness as he spoke, “I really do love it.” He looked down for a moment his finger tracing shapes on the blanket gently before his eyes met yours again. “M-maybe I could- I mean if you wanted to- it’s fine if you don’t want to-”

“Steve,” you giggled and his face heated up but he nodded as if he was reassuring himself.

“Maybe I could sketch you in my book sometime?” He asked quietly his eyes darting downward as he tried not to look at your face but he couldn’t help but look back up again. Your smile widen as a blush tinted your cheeks pink. You nodded your head ‘yes.’

“I would love that,” you mumbled and his face instantly brightened. Without hesitating, you leaned forward pressing your lips to his in a soft kiss, a smile still on your lips. When you pulled back his face was red like a tomato causing you to giggle. “Happy Birthday Stevie,” you whispered snuggling closer to him your eyes fluttering closed.

Steve’s heart was pounding in his chest as happiness consumed him entirely. His cheeks burning red as his lips still tingled from your kiss. “Best birthday ever,” he whispered to himself, his smile permanently stuck on his face.

A/N: So you know how in CATFA there is a scene where he is doodling before he realizes hes at the 107th base? The little notebook he was doodling in? Yeah, that’s what the birthday present was.

I’ve been imagining Deidara a bit so here’s something I believe is kinda cool

Deidara Relationship Headcanons!

-The type to eat dry cereal with you at 4:00 in the morning because you both can’t sleep, are hungry, and are both too lazy to go cook.

-Watches horror movies but won’t admit they make him a little paranoid.

-Jams out to literally everything and ANYTHING with you. “One headphone in his ear, the other in your ear” type of boyfriend.

-Likes exciting dates at concerts and firework shows. Likes calm dates like picnics by lakes and home with pizza.

-The type to propose on July the 4th

-Pet peeve is when his S/O doesn’t pay enough attention to him. He turns into a small child if it happens and becomes clingy. Will interrupt your conversation.

-Dances around the living room with you to old Fall Out Boy songs when you’ve had a bad day.

-Is a total dork, but a cute dork nonetheless


anonymous asked:

Please do number 24 for nate

#24 “Do it, I dare you.“

My door bust open and there stood Nate. “You could knock you know.”

“I know,” he said, plopping himself down next to me on my bed. “So what are we watching tonight?”

I sigh and drop the subject, “I was thinking The Purge: Anarchy ‘cuz I haven’t seen it yet and I wanna go see the one coming out this week.”

“Are you sure? Whenever we watch scary movies you’re never able to sleep after.”

“Stop worrying about me! I can take care of myself.”

“Alright, ok! You go grab some food and I’ll turn it on.”

10 minutes later we’re watching the opening scene of the second movie in The Purge series. Nate and I are both under my favorite blanket, close together but not purposely cuddling. The relationship between me and Nate has always been kind of a gray area. We’ve never been actually together, but we’re definitely closer with each other than we are with anyone else. And since we’ve become close, neither of us has dated anyone else. I mean, I wouldn’t even think of being this close with any other guy.

But we’ve never talked about it. We’ve never had a discussion on what would happen if one of us dated someone else or if we even wanted to date other people. Whenever our friends bring it up I’m just kind of awkward about it and he teases and makes jokes about us. And we’ve never kissed, or gotten anywhere close to something sexual.

Every time there’s a jump scare or something gruesome happens I hide in the crook of his neck and scoot a little closer to him. After a while, his arm comes behind me and he pulls me in closer to his chest, shielding my eyes whenever something really bad happens.

Once the movie’s over it’s kind of late. “You can stay here, if you want,” I suggest. His place is a bit of a drive away.

“Yeah, sure.” He takes off his pants and I should be surprised or shy or something, but this happens a lot. I know he likes to sleep in his boxers though, so I leave him alone.

He turns off my light, leaving me with only the small light coming from the window. I watch as his figure heads out of the door, knowing he’s headed to my couch.

“Wait!” I say. He stops and turns around, waiting for me to speak. “You can, uh, sleep in here if you want.” I pat the space beside me.

He crosses his arms. “You’re scared aren’t you?”

I nod. “Just a little.”

He comes over to the bed and gets comfortable beside me. “I told you, we should’ve watched Spring Breakers.”

“You just wanted to see naked girls,” I accuse him.

“Well since you won’t show me anything…”

I hit his shoulder. “Shut up!”

“It’s true! You’re just an innocent, all new to the world.”

“I am not! I can be sexy and bold and daring,” I say, even though I know I’m not any of those things.

“Fine, then prove it. Kiss me.”

I nearly gasp out loud. Kiss him? I mean I kind of want to, but that’s beside the point. What will this do to us? What if it means nothing to him and everything to me and it ruins our entire relationship?

And that’s when it hit me. I love him. Like as more than a friend. He means the world to me. He’s always there, and I love him for it. But how does he feel about me? I mean, he would’ve made a move by now if he felt the same right? What if this is his move?

“Well, do it. I dare you,” he says. Suddenly this feels way more intimate. I can feel his eyes on me even though we’re in complete darkness.

My mind is still going at 1000 mile an hour, until I feel his hand brush against mine.

Fuck it.

I swing my leg over to the other side of him and plant my lips on his, kissing him like there’s no tomorrow. I mean, there might not be for us, after this kiss.

At first I can tell he’s shocked, but eventually he regains his consciousness and steadies me with one hand on the small of my back, the other on my neck. Damn, he was a good kisser. It felt as if a burst of energy had ran through me and I didn’t want to go to sleep anymore. I just wanted to stay like we were now, until we both just collapse of exhaustion.

Then he rolled me over and our tongues were introduced and an entirely new feeling took over. Arousal. His fingertips grazed underneath my shirt, mere inches from my breasts and all I could do was moan into his mouth. His groan followed as he made his way down to my neck. He nibbled and kissed and sucked and I was sure there’d be a hickey tomorrow.

He got lower and lower until he was at the tops of my breasts. I could tell he wanted my shirt off, and I was about to, until he just sighed and rolled back over onto his spot. I didn’t realize how cold it’d been without him around me.

“That was…” I start off.



“Didn’t know you had that in you, princess.”

“Neither did I.” We both just lay there for a second, catching our breaths. “Nate,” I call out. “What was that?”

“You kissed me,” he replied simply.

“And you let me!” I say defensively.

“Aye, I never said I didn’t like it.”

“You more than liked it,” I say, more comfortable now. “I think you gave me a damn hickey.”

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself,” he chuckles. “When a gorgeous girl throws herself at you, it’s hard to resist.”

“I did not throw myself at you! You dared me to do it,” I say.

“I didn’t think you actually would! But I’m definitely glad you did.”

“Did you just call me gorgeous?” It made me just a little bit giddy inside.


“Well did you?”

“I mean, yeah,” he shrugged his shoulders. Finally, he was feeling awkward about something. “I mean you are, Y/N. You know it too.”

“So what does this mean for us?”

“What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean Nathan,” I gently shove his shoulder. “For as long as we’ve been friends, we’ve never talked about the possibility of what just happened now actually happening.”

“It’s too late for this. I barely understand what you’re saying.”

I take a deep breath and convince myself that this has to be done. “Are you into me? Like as more than a friend?”

My eyes have adjusted to the darkness by now and I can see his eyebrows lift up. He hesitates and it makes me wish I hadn’t started this conversation in the first place.

“You know what? Nevermi-“

“No, no no, I do like you, Y/N. A lot.”

“Really?” I ask.

“Well why would I say it if I didn’t mean it?” he says sarcastically. I laugh as he continues. “Princess, I’ve liked you for a while now.”

“Why didn’t you say something then?”

“I don’t know. It was just a lot easier to get close to you and not say anything about it. You never minded when I hugged you or kissed your cheek or came over to your place alone when we weren’t together so I figured why mess it up.”

“So you never asked me because you were scared?”

“I was not scared,” he said determined. “Just comfortable where I was.”

“You were scared,” I say, just to rile him up.

“Comfortable!” he exclaimed and I laughed so hard I had to clutch my stomach. It took me a minute to calm down. Once I did, he came close to me again and kissed me. This time it was a little slower.

He pulled away for a moment, his eyes closed for a second. “You know, you never said a certain few words back.”

“I like you too, Nate. A lot.”

“Well then, would you do me the great honor of being my girlfriend?”

I smile at him and peck his lips. “I’d love to.”

His lips press onto mine again and I smile.


A/N: Thanks for reading, hope you liked it! Sorry, I’ve been kind of inactive since the 4th of July. This has just been kind of a crappy week so far. I didn’t get to go to a firework display, which sucked because Independence Day is my favorite holiday. Then my driving lesson yesterday went better than before, but still crap. Now today, I read about Alton Sterling (I refuse to watch that video, even though I’ve passed it a million times), and that hit close to home for me, especially seeing his son break down like that. And after I read about that I had to go to driver’s training and listen to the instructor tell me she wanted me to cough up extra money for extra lessons, because apparently I’m that bad at it. Now I don’t even know if I want to drive just because this class has caused me so much stress I can’t even tell you. But I still have to because my parents invested $300 dollars in this. Sorry for ranting.

Anyways, I’ll probably post one more prompt sometime this week, then I’ll be working on pt. 2 to that one prompt with Swazz. I know there were 2 or 3 of you that requested it so just give me some time. Goodnight.


My First Time Watching Part 1

First off keep in mind I am not a writer, I just want to document this while the details are fresh. Secondly, remember I am new to this and never thought I would be in this situation and don’t really understand how I got here. I would appreciate any advice or help anyone is willing to offer. This is not a fantasy, I am living this and it wasn’t my choice or desire.

My wife and I was on our way to watch fireworks the evening of July 4th. We are headed to the town she works as a teacher, which is about a 45 minute drive from our house. Not long after leaving our house I receive a text from my wife’s boyfriend giving me instructions on what would happen tonight.
“Hey cucky, tonight I am telling your wife you know about us. I am also going to fuck her right I front of you. If you are good and don’t say a word I will let you have sloppy second, but only if your good. I am about to call your wife and invite you all to my house to watch the fireworks. When you all get her, you will remain seated in the passenger side and I am going to bend your wife over the hood of your car and fuck her right in front of you. I am about to call your wife, don’t react or say anything out of the ordinary.”
Moments after I read this message my wife’s phone range and I remember the look on her face when she saw who was calling. I only heard her say “okay” yes" “see you soon”. Then she look at me, with a guilty look, and said one of my student’s Dad has invited us to his house to watch fireworks. He said the parking would be easier and the view would be great. I simply said okay sounds great. At that moment I didn’t really know exactly know what my “view” would be. The rest of the drive was silent and full of tension and I didn’t know what to expect or why I was going along with it.
We finally pull into a drive way and as she rolled the widows down in the car she says, “I think you will like Mike but he can be a little bold.” I remember thinking at lease I know his name now and amazed that she still thought I was clueless about her affair with him. Moments after pulling in the driveway, Mike opens a gate and motions for us to pull the car to the back yard. As we drive by him I see him smirking at me sitting in the passenger seat. I feel enraged and agree, but at the same time small and ashamed. I also got my first good look at the guy that has been fucking my wife, he is over 6ft and well built. He is a lot bigger than me, I am only 5-8 and 140 pound. I felt even more inadequate as he approached the car.
As Mike approach the passenger side where I was sitting, Beth got out of the car and walk to the passenger’s side. Beth said, “this is Mike” and he shook my hand with a huge smirk on his face. I felt outraged but also inadequate. Mike then turn to my wife and said, “take your cloths of sexy.” My wife had a look of shock and quickly looked at me still sitting in the passenger seat. He smacked my wife on the ass and said, “don’t worry about him, he know we are fucking. He knows you are my slut. I told him two weeks ago while you was taking a shower at my place. Now get those cloths off, your husband isn’t going to do anything but sit there and watch.” Then he look at me with a huge smile and winked. I wanted so bad to get out of the car and punch him, but I’d did nothing but sit there and look dumb founded. My wife quietly said, but it’s still a little daylight and your neighbors might see. Mike smiled and said, “I don’t they will look over the fence but if they do, I don’t care. I am proud to be fucking your sexy, married body. I would fuck you in front of everyone. Now strip!!” Then my beautiful young wife without any further hesitation proceeded to strip naked. She through her cloths on the pouch and stood naked in front of Mike.
I just sat there stunned at her actions, staring at her amazing body. As humiliated and shocked as I was, I felt my dick starting to get hard. This further embarrassed my and I was hoping they would not notice. Mike then commanded, “get on your knees and get me ready.” I obviously didn’t know what that meant but my wife did. She gave me a quick glance then dropped to her knees, quickly pulled his shorts down, pulled his dick out, and start eagerly sucking it right in front of me. I felt like shouting, “WHAT THE FUCK!” But I didn’t, I just sat there watching and wishing she sucked me like that. I also noticed that I now had a full erection and my dick was harder than it had been in years. This embarrassed me even farther.
Mike was holding my wife’s long dark hair in his hands while she sucked and lick his dick. She seemed to love doing this, and in public at that. Suddenly Mike turned to me and said, “doesn’t your wife look sexy with a hard dick in her mouth? I know you have never experienced a blow job like this. Just so you know your wife is amazing at sucking dick.” He is right, I did feel jealous and hurt, she never sucked my dick like that. At best I would get two or three half hearted licks before she got me off with her hand. Even then she didn’t let me finish cumming but always stopped at first sign of cum. But her she was taking another man with a larger dick down her throat.
Then Mike pulled her up to standing position by her hair and started to suck on her nipples. Then he yanked her head back a passionately kissed her. Using a lot of tongue and open mouth kissing. It was like he wanted me to see his and her tongues working each other’s mouth. When he broke the kiss he looked at me and said , “time for the main event.” I dreaded what that meant but new I would soon find out.
Using my wife’s hair he turned her to where she was facing away from me at about a 45 degree angle and the bent her over. I could clearly see her pussy just feet from me and nearly eye level. Mike spread her lips and ran his finger through them the looked at me and smiled. Then he said your bitch is soaking wet and held a finger up for me to see. It was finally starting to get dark and I was actually thinking darkness would save me from having to watch him penetrate my wife with his dick, but the a security light on his porch came on. It wasn’t overly bright but he had parked our car where the light lite them up. When the light came on Mike actually stated, “perfect timing!” Then he look at me said, “watch this lil cucky , bet you with you were me.” Then holding my wife so I had perfect view he slide his dick into my wife pussy. I could not believe I was sitting here in my car watching another man shove his dick balls deep in my wife, in his back yard on the 4th of July. I also felt my dick get crazy hard, to the point of being uncomfortable but there is no way I was going to jack off while he fuck my wife.
After slow fucking Beth just feet from my face he asked, “can you remember how amazing your wife’s pussy feels?” If you continue to be a good lil Cuck I may let you try second, but you will never again feel the tightness of her pussy like you once did. Her body is mine now!“ The he pulled his dick out raised my wife up and said, "isn’t that right slut?” My wife instantly said,“YES!!” “I will do anything please keep fucking me.” Mike then grabbed her by the hair and layer her tits down on the car hood turned her face so she was looking at me through the windshield. He said, “I want you to look at your husband while I fuck you. I want him to see you get off on my dick. Tell him where you want me to cum, tell him what you want me to do.” My wife while looking at me said, “I want you to fuck me hard, I want you to cum deep inside my pussy. I want you to make me pregnant Mike.” Beth said all this while looking at me through the windows and I could not believe the words she had said. Mike liked at me and smile and said, “well you heard the lady” and he slammed his dick into her and fucked her as hard as he could!
It was like he was trying to slam my wife through the car and the look on her face was indescribable. The whole car was shaking and she was maiming louder than I have ever heard. Between the moaning and the smacking of their bodies I just knew the neighbors would hear, but then the fireworks started and drown out the noisy a little. Then it happened Beth had an unmistakeable orgasm. By the moaning, the look on her face, and her shaking body I knew she was getting off. I had never seen her do this before and it made me wonder if she had fake the orgasms she claimed to have had with me. I also became very away of my aching dick, I was so hard that I felt I would cum if I even touched it, which I refused to do. Mike never let up his assault on her pussy and kept slamming away.
Beth now looked like she was in a daze and kept looking at me through the windshield of the car as Mike continued using her pussy. Then Mike said, “I getting close where do you want it.” Beth instantly raised up, looked over her should and said, “cum in my pussy, I want to feel you cum inside me.” Mike said ,“You want my cum in your married pussy?” He quickly looked at me and gave me a smile. Beth answer, “Fuck yes!! Fill my married pussy up!! Please I need your cum!!” In her new raised up position I could see her bit beautiful tits swaying hard from the fucking she was getting and as she begged for his cum I felt my dick start to throb and pulse. I knew what was happening and I tried my best to stop it, but then I start cumming in my pants. It was a big orgasm too bigger than I have had in years and I was sick to my stomach as I felt my cum blast into my pants. I instantly was trying to figure out how to hide it when I was snapped back to what was going outside the care. I heard Mike say, “Fuck yea! Take it bitch! And the announce, "I am breeding your wife faggot!”
I am definitely not a faggot but I knew he was talking to me so I looked up from my cum filled pants just in time to see his butt muscle clinching as he pump his cum dead inside my wife. As pissed, confused, humiliated, and ashamed as I felt, I was still amazed at how long he seemed to cum. I remember think oh my gosh he must be coming a gallon.

❥ 1 4 3 // Jinhwan Scenario

Originally posted by endlessikon


Dear Y/N, 

You make me smile. 


1st October 2016. 

It was almost October when you hurried through the empty streets, water pouring down from above as you tried to be at the bus station before 8.22 am. It was 8.20 when you went out and it takes 5 minutes to get to the bus station from your place; so there was really no point in running like that.  

You were drenched from head to toe when you arrived. There were no people in sight and no bus either. 8.24 am, you checked your phone, heaving a soft sigh. It’s okay, you told yourself with an encouraging smile, You wouldn’t be late if you took the next one. However, your clothes started to get uncomfortable as you felt the wet texture sticking to your skin, your hair was all over the place and your makeup most probably washed away.  

It was then when you felt a pair of eyes looking at you. At first you thought you had imagined it but when you whipped your head to the side, you caught a young men gazing at you.  

His eyes were beautiful, was the first thing you noticed. They were colored in a dark-creamy brown and sparkling a little, exuding a charm that you couldn’t quite describe.  

He smiled, just a little; the corner of his lips curling into a small expression of glee and you couldn’t help but smile back at this charming guy who you had seen for only a few minutes now.  

“Here”, the boy suddenly came close and you didn’t feel the cold sprinkles of liquid hitting you anymore. It was just him, close, too close, and a little umbrella that he held over the both of you. You could smell his scent and you had to pinch yourself mentally to not get even closer to him, in hope you could get more of that intoxicating flavor he radiated.  

“Thanks”, you answered sheepishly.  

“I'm Jinhwan”, the boy, Jinhwan, said so quietly. Now he rather seemed like a shy, lost boy and you were glad that you weren’t the only one who was feeling somehow nervous. “I’m Y/N." 

You heard a soft Oh from the side. It was just then when the bus arrived. You didn’t want to leave yet.  

The doors opened and none of you seemed to move any time soon. "Aren’t you getting on the bus?”, he blinked in confusion, tapping on his feet nervously, not sure what to do or where to go. “No… How about you?"  

"I don’t think so”, and there it was, another smile; this time brighter and happier and dammit, your heart was gonna jump out of your chest any second. How did he even do that?  

“That’s good then. I don’t feel like leaving any time soon" 

"Me neither." 

Dear Y/N,  

It’s 2 am and I miss you. 


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So, come-sail-away-my-wayward-son and I were chatting last night...

And we came up with a list of 125 cute things we’d like to do with future boyfriends.
1. Stargazing
2. Playfighting in the pool
3. Popsicle and/or ice cream date
4. Make-your-own sundaes
5. Playing in the sprinkler
6. Watching the fireworks at the 4th of July
7. Singing and playing the guitar together
8. Going on a lazy river
9. Whitewater rafting
10. Campfires and S’mores
11. Going to baseball games
12. Looking around antique stores
13. Walking around the mall
14. Sharing a milkshake
15. Playing in the Autumn leaves
16. Driving up to North Georgia and walking around the mountains
17. Going to the fair
18. Snuggling up together on cold days
19. Horseback riding
20. Picnic in the park
21. Trick-or-treating
22. Giving out candy to trick-or-treaters
23. Hayrides
24. Pumpkin carving
25. Corn mazes
26. Dragon Con and other conventions
27. Thanksgiving
28. Getting your picture taken at a picture station
29. Watching football
30. Making pumpkin pie
31. TV marathons
32. Making cookies
33. Decorating
34. Caroling
35. Hot cocoa
36. Going to Disney World
37. Going to the beach
38. Snuggling up together
39. Having a snowball fight if it snows
40. Sledding
41. Kiss each other and claim that it’s because your lips are cold and you needed to warm them up
42. Snuggling under an electric blanket
43. mistletoe kisses
44. Singing Christmas songs together
45. Ice skating
46. Snow tubing
47. Putting vanilla pudding in a mayonnaise container and eating it in public
48. Celebrating New Year’s Eve together
49. Reading together
50. Stealing each other’s hats/scarves
51. Sending each other flowers
52. Texting almost all night
53. The “no, you hang up” cliché
54. Write songs/poetry together
55. Going to a new restaurant
56. Going to the arcade
57. Seeing a scary movie and hug him tight at the scary parts
58. Seeing a funny movie and laughing together
59. Listening to music
60. Having him introduce his music to you and you introducing your music to him
61. Playing video games together
62. Watching stupid videos on youtube together
63. Talking about things he’s passionate and/or enthusiastic about and watching him get excited about it
64. Teach him out to do crafty things like knit and sew
65. Have him teach you how to skateboard or do sporty things
66. Play catch with him
67. Massages
68. Plant a flower/tree/plant in a pot and watch it grow
69. Kissing in the rain
70. Go hiking
71. Go to prom
72. Horse-drawn carriages
73. Playing with glow sticks
74. Shushing him by kissing him
75. Going to get froyo on a hot summer day
76. Selfies
77. PAINtball
78. Playing with his hair if he has long hair
79. Falling asleep in his arms while cuddling
80. Gazing into each others eyes before moving in for a kiss
81. Travel Europe
82. Go hiking in the woods, find a god few trees, set up a hammock, and swing in said hammock in each other’s embrace for awhile
83. Go on a spontaneous road trip
84. Run/walk a 5K together
85. Dance to 500 Miles while cosplaying as Doctor Who characters
86. Go to a karaoke bar
87. Go to concerts
88. Go to a bookstore and leave random notes in books
89. Draw pictures of each other
90. Mini-Olympics
91. Tickle fights
92. Making up OC’s together and roleplaying as them
93. Have him surprise you with date stuff like tickets and picnic baskets
94. Sit outside a coffee shop and write a story; when you run out of ideas, ask strangers for help
95. See plays and musicals together
96. Scavenger hunts
97. Double dates
98. Renting a movie from redbox, muting the sound, and dubbing over it with your own dialogue
99. Going window shopping
100. Flying a kite in the park
101. Taking dogs for a walk
102. People-watching at the mall
103. Playing with puppies on those Petsmart adoption Saturdays
104. Look at all the cute animals Petsmart and dream of all the pets you’ll own together
105. Hanging out at his place and having his pets adore you
106. Get something special for him for his birthday
107. Buy some disposable cameras and take pictures of everything, and then go get the photos developed when you’re done
108. Go dancing
109. Go to a museum together
110. Go to trivia night
111. Cuddle together and play video games
112. Watch Netflix together
113. Spooning?
114. Laying your head on his shoulder
115. Laying on top of him and just staring into his eyes for a little while
116. Kissing him and doing the “leg kick” thing
117. Bowling
118. Lasertag
119. Go to a local bakery and get cupcakes
120. Water balloon war
121. Go to a craft store and pick out something to do together
122. Spontaneous candlelit dinners
123. Tie-dying shirts
124. Go to a music shop and have an impromptu concert
125. Cooking together


The first time I ever watched a Studio Ghibli movie was on the 4th of July five-ish years ago. I remember it well because it was Spirited Away, and I had never seen a movie like it in the world. My family was setting up fireworks outside when the movie finished, and I rushed outside, struggling to explain what I had just experienced. The next day I had them watch it too.

Now it’s a tradition for me to watch Ghibli and Miyazaki movies around this time of the year. Last night I started the festival by watching Princess Mononoke with my family.

Princess Mononoke is as good as it gets. The artwork is beautiful, the action scenes are juicy, but most importantly, the story is more complex and rich in humanity. The picture Miyazaki paints is much more complicated than a clear-cut two-dimensional battle between good and evil.

The iron village and spirits of the forest aren’t going out of their way to be villains, but their survival each depends on the destruction of the other. Mononoke takes place at a point where both opposing forces are at their boiling points.

The forest spirits are becoming more aggressive, and the humans are innovating with new technologies like guns to protect themselves. The humans are also becoming more secularized, abandoning the idea that the spirits are sacred spirits to be revered.

But the biggest fuel to the conflict are the difficult struggles each side faces every day. The village is populated by lepers and women rescued from prostitution, and depend on Lady Eboshi’s thriving leadership for a place to be safe. The forest spirits grieve the land and comrades they have lost in a short span of time.

And Ashitaka finds himself in the middle, forced to play mediator. Both sides see Ashitaka as an enemy, but our hero recognizes the complexity of the conflict and ostracizes himself to prevent the impending mutually-assured destruction of both forces. He’s a reminder that sometimes, in the moment, it’s difficult to recognize whether someone is a hero or enemy.

It’s ironic that a movie filled with spirits and demons is a more accurate portrayal of the struggles of human history than most historical epics. I feel like I’m witnessing the world for what it is while watching this movie, rather than casually observing a fictional playground. This is partly thanks to Miyazaki’s well-researched portrayal of life in Medieval Japan, but also his unflinching portrayal of the stirring emotions caused by life’s hardships. As far as animation goes, there isn’t a greater feat than that.

Above are some backgrounds, layout sketches, storyboards, and character design sheets from the movie. These are all from the official art book I believe. I need to snag a copy for myself sometime.


NAME: Rot/Vulture
GENDER:  female ( any pronouns, prefers he him)
EYE COLOUR:  green
HAIR COLOUR:  dark brown
RELATIONSHIP STATUS:  single not ready to mingle
ZODIAC:  aquarius 
FAVOURITE HOLIDAY: 4th of July, i like hanging out with friends
FAVOURITE VIDEO GAME:  transformers devestation/the evil within/outlast
WOULD YOU DATE YOUR MUSE?: big smooches!!!
WHAT ARE YOUR FAVOURITE KINDS OF THREADS?: ships and hand holding with angst
ARE YOU A SELECTIVE ROLEPLAYER?:  yes, im not even going to lie!

DO YOU HAVE A FAVOURITE MUSE?:  i have a lot of muses
WHAT MADE YOU DECIDE TO JOIN THE FANDOM?: once i saw Markiplier play Overwatch and I was like look at the pink haiored lady and the emo guy

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