(It doesn’t seem to be 100% happening yet but there are talks of a new network and the GMW team IS apparently working on a Season 4.)
UPDATE (JULY 4th 2017): Exactly two months ago (May 4th) the GMW writers confirmed on Twitter that they couldn’t find a new home for the series. I thought most people knew about this but I still get notified with responses, likes, and reblogs. I made this post at the end of March when this rumor was going around. The reason I haven’t deleted it is because it’s been reblogged enough times already that a good amount of people have seen it anyway. But now you know. I’m sorry, AAHS Patriots.
Who am I? You sure you want to know? The story of my life is not for the faint of heart. If somebody said it was a happy little tale… if somebody told you I was just your average ordinary guy, not a care in the world… somebody lied.
i made this lineart like 4 month ago but tonight i felt an echo of ..void in my heart. im having hard times, and i dont wanna talk about it… so i took my pain and colored one of my favorite drawings to my favorite AU
@yoralim i love you , thank you so much for so much inspertion and magic , keep being amazing
Hey guys, my Conspiracy crew, can you do something for me? For yourselves? For literally everyone on this site? Please don’t fight with strangers on the Internet. After all these years I still don’t understand why we’re doing this. There are SO many people on this site that don’t like what we have to say and you know what? That’s perfectly fine. Don’t fight them. Don’t call them names. And you know what else? Don’t stick up for yourselves when they do it to you. Yeah. I’m suggesting you take it.
Everyone on this site is trying to have fun. I get dragged all the time but I’ve never once, not once in a year on this site, engaged someone who vehemently disagreed with me. Anyone can check my blog, you’ll never find an example of me 1) attaching myself to other’s posts to disrespect them 2) publishing hateful anons 3) Calling anyone names 4) giving the microphone to people who don’t like me. It’s not hard.
I once lost 40 followers in one day a few months ago because I stuck up for a Sheriarty blog who, I believed, made a good point. And you know what? Good. I didn’t want those people on my blog anyways.
People are going to attack you all day long. Stay in your own lane. Use the appropriate tags. Don’t take everything personally. We’re here to have fun. How can you possibly have fun arguing with strangers about a TV show? Block who you need to. Avoid certain tags.
People are going to read your blog. They decide if they like what you have to say or if they don’t. The choice is always theirs. No need to assert your ideas to people who don’t agree with you or don’t like what you have to say. Those who want to listen, they will stay. And, honestly, most of those bloggers you don’t like will leave you alone if you leave them alone.
You don’t have to listen to anything i just said, if you don’t want to. This is just a suggestion. But I’m having a great time on this site because I get back what I put in.
My beautiful Sprousehart family, please stop worrying about why Lili didn’t go to NY with Cole, and about Sasha. The picture I’ve linked above is from one of Sasha’s recent stories. She’s got a bf, and months ago, when I first started following her, she had posted an IG story of herself waking up in bed with a guy who had the exact same hair as Zack. The man in her story was sleeping on his stomach, so I couldn’t see his face, but I recognised the hair straight away - it was Zack! So don’t worry; she and Cole are just very good friends. Plus, she lives in NY. How would Cole even have time to spend with her when he’s based in LA and Vancouver for most of the year! And the photos he posts of her on his Instagram page are old pictures he took last year. *Dylan doesn’t follow her on IG, so she can’t be that special to Cole. :)
With Lili not going to NY, that’s not surprising at all. Cole has pretty much packed everything for Vancouver (saw it in a few of Debby’s snap chats). So he’s pretty much set to move up there next week. Lili is probably still sorting all her stuff out before she leaves, and also wanting to spend time with her close friends, Nik and Taylor.
Remember, Cole didn’t go to some beach resort to relax; he went to stay with his brother and spend some time with him because he’s going to be gone for pretty much the rest of the year. This week isn’t Cole and Lili time; it’s Cole and Dylan time. :)
If my calculations are correct, Cole and Lili have only been dating for 5 to 6 months. That’s still the early stages of a relationship, especially one they’re being super secretive about. If we all knew Lili went to NY to hang with Cole’s brother and their group of friends then everyone would be sure they’re together. It’s too risky for them to be that obvious right now. Also, maybe Lili isn’t ready to meet his NY group; it could be overwhelming for her. Let’s at least be happy that he’s introduced her to his LA crew, Dayna and his stepmom. :) That’s a huge deal, and I don’t understand why more people haven’t made a bigger deal about it.
If you want even more reassurance, Cole and Lili don’t have to travel everywhere together. Dylan and Dayna have been together for about 4-5 years and Dylan travels without her all the time. Just over a month ago, he came down to LA to visit, and do a photoshoot, and Dayna stayed back in NY. So why can’t Cole and Lili do the same for a few days? They don’t have to act like conjoined twins all the time. 😜
They’re about to spend every single day together for pretty much a whole year. I think they’ll manage spending 5 days apart, especially because they’ve been seeing each other everyday for the past week.
After what we saw of them at WizardCon, I can’t believe people still doubt them. Have some faith, my loves. We’re going to be very spoilt in the next three months: filming starts in a few weeks, Comic Con in July, Cole’s birthday in August and Lili’s in September. We’re going to have confirmation sooner than we think. 💜
“You didn’t slaughter every one of the StarksAckermans and the East Sea Clan. That was your mistake…You should have ripped them all out, root and stem. Leave one wolf alive, the sheep are never safe.” (Arya Stark, Game of Thrones Season 7 Episode 2)
Let’s begin with how Isayama loves Game of Thrones as shown in Snk 96:
From left to right, we have Margaery, Tyrion, Greyworm, Missandei, Qyburn, Littlefinger, Varys, Thoros and Arya~!
A few months ago, I made an edit about the national animals of the snk countries in my headcanons.
You may wonder why did I pick dragon to represent the Eastern Nation.
My instincts tell me the house sigil of the East Sea Clan is indeed a dragon.
Because EEEEKKK look, look at the similarities of the color palette, their spikes/ hair parallels, their fierce looks!!!
And their scary glares parallels EEEEEEEKKKKK
And when Mikasa was roasted by the Colossal Titan heat wave like this
Her face 4 hours later is like this
Truly the Unburnt
Besides this, there is another explanation. Ahem, this time I’m serious!!!
Remeber my “East Sea people sent Attack Titan to Paradis and encouraged them to fight for freedom” headcanons?
It’s so interesting that the symbolic meaning of dragons is so different between the West and the East—in our real world. I’ve found some slides talking about the differences between Eastern dragons and the Western dragons~! (Source)
Parallels, huh? Talking about how Ymir Fritz was viewed in different times, by different races of people, it’s like the two sides of a same coin:
We’ve talked about the Eastern dragons and the Western dragons, how about the dragon in the Norse mythology? I mean Nidhogg who gnaws at a root of the world tree Yggdrasil:
I like how Nidhogg in this picture looks similar to the sigil of House Targaryen.
Now we have the world tree connecting the nine worlds–um, I mean the nine great titans.
And hey look, there’s a tree in Snk 96! Symbolism?
And omg I need the English translation of this panel:
I am so excited that the minorities within the Walls are mentioned again in this chapter—seems like it has been confirmed they are not “Ymir’s people”. In another word, the Ackermans and the East Sea Clan are non-Eldians.
Remember chapter 65?
The Walldians are the big tree and the non-Eldians living in the Walls including the Ackerman family and the East Sea Clan are the weeds.
Weeds need to be removed in order to continue a “peaceful” reign ruled by the 145th King (First King) and his future heirs.
The descendants of the Ackermans, Levi and Mikasa are still alive, who joined the Survey Corps and keep eliminating Titans on Paradis—the Survey Corps had even overthrown the royal government and let the Walldians know the truth about the outside world.
Considering the fact that the Ackerman family and the East Sea Clan defied the 145th King’s ideology in the past, does it mean what the two families attempted to do would drive the Eldians living in the Walls into a more dangerous situation?
And Marley’s enemies in the East, now I strongly believe they are indeed the East Sea people.
What if the Easterners are responsible for the tragedy of the Eldians on Paradis plus Marley, since Marley considers the East Sea Nation as great threat, which is the reason the Marleyans sending our Warrior children for the Paradis wall breaching mission?
And imagine Mikasa finally knows the truth about the entire persecution history for her family—under the Progenitor Titan (Coordinate/ Source)’s influence, the King wiped out almost everyone of her family members.
I wanna see some Arya vs House Frey drama right now
So the Eldians + the Coordinate (the Source of All Organic Matter) are that bigass tree.
And we have dragons.
For dragons are fire made flesh, and fire is power.
The Eldian tree (titan system) will be turned to ash.
So who’s going to be the enemy in the end of the story?
Does this dragon have wings of freedom to bring peace among the Eldians, or the wings which fanning the fire and burn the World Tree?
It’s like the two sides of a same coin.
Wow. So Excited. Can’t wait to see. The Acker-East Sea enemy of the Eldians on the world.
Summary;Y/N get’s detention for not doing her homework again but Mr.Hemming’s has a different kind of punishment for her.
Message me if you would like part 2!
Part 2 will contain sex just a little warning!
I hope you enjoy this, i had this in my notes and decided i would post it
i knew getting involved with him was a bad idea but now i can’t help it.
it was never meant to be like this.
I got detention, nothing knew there.
But something changed, he didn’t look at me the same. I thought something was up with him but i never thought having sex with him would change everything.
I am in love with my teacher and there is nothing i can do about it.
He ignores me every chance he can get and he asked if i could transfer English class.
it’s not fair,but he’s married.
his words to me that night were “i love my wife, i want to make it work”
i never expected it to happen like it did, but who knew detention would lead to having an affair for 4 months with a teacher, a married teacher.
The sex was great, better than i had ever had.
i’m 17 years old and have had 3 boyfriends in high school so i wasn’t a stranger to sex, i have had it plently of times but i never had that feeling i had when i was with him.
nobody knows about not even my best friend Lucy. She would freak out if she knew,she had a crush on him but i never really did until that day.
it has been really hard not having anyone to talk to, i could talk to him but he won’t talk to me.
Yesterday at School just as the bell rang for home time i saw her, his wife. She’s beautiful, everything i wish i was. She has long blonde hair, the body and the face. No wonder he loves her, no wonder he want’s to be with her over me.
They were high school sweethearts he told me, he had the biggest crush on her since Sophomore when he was at school, he talked about her like he still had a crush on her.
It broke my heart, but it was my fault for asking him about her.
Things haven’t been working out in his marriage the last couple of months, anyone could see that at school. He wasn’t himself, always arriving late to class, clothes not ironed and he looked angry like he had just been arguing with someone. Which was probably his wife.
I guess that’s why we kept having sex for four months, i was his escape.
he made me feel special. Yes the sex was rough but sweet.
I really thought he liked me, i remember the first time.
4 Months ago..
It happened on a Wednesday but days before i could tell something was up with him. He stared at me more than he should have, when he passed my table i could feel his hands touch me longer than it should have.
By Wednesday.. i was convinced maybe he liked me but i thought it was just my crazy thinking.
I got to class early because i wanted to see him,it was quiet when i walked in. Mr. Hemmings was just going through some marking when i entered. He looked up and then looked down not saying anything, i thought nothing of it and then i just sat down on my seat.
“Well looks like i’m the first one here again” I mumbled to myself as i tilted my head slightly hoping to get a reaction from him or even a sound.
“SHUT UP” Luke shouted dropping his marking on the table making them spread all of it and fall onto the ground.
He walked around his table angrily over to me, i thought he was going to shout at me but next thing i know his hands are on my waist pulling me up to stand on my feet.
everything happened so quick. i didn’t have time to think or to even breathe and then he spoke
“You need to shut up you prick teasing little bitch”
i was so shocked by his words..
I never thought he would ever speak to me like that and the tone he used aswell shocked me more than anything,but i couldn’t help but feel turned on. It wasn’t a tone he would use when he was shouting at a pupil in class, it was like a dominant voice.
But how am i a prick teasing little bitch? I don’t walk around with my skirt up to my arse, i don’t unbutton my top for him in class, i’m just a normal pupil.
What have i done?
i was about to speak to try and calm him down but he spoke again “ You’re going to listen to me and not speak. The rules are;
”Rule 1;You only answer with Yes Sir, No Sir"
“Rule 2;Don’t ever call me by my name”
and Rule 3;Never speak of this to anyone"
“Do you understand Y/N” he said
“Ye sir” i spoke.
What is he going to do now..
So guys i hope you liked this, i wrote this ages ago so i’m sorry if it’s shit!
I was going to write the smut part and then post it but i’m going to see if you guys like it or not first.
Message me or comment if you would like me to continue this.
Eyo ma dude we don’t have our professional photos in yet but my gf and I did cosplays of your AU (my gf asked your permission like 4 or 5 months ago???) and we won 2 awards in the Masquerade: Best Handwork and Most Romantic. Will definitely send you the professional pictures once they come in! :D
@shannonigans98 AAAAAHHHH OMGG!!!! Congratulations you guys!!!! THAT IS SO AMAZING!!! thank you so so much for sending these in this made me very very happy!!💙💙💙
I knew Greg would show up in some kind of “outfit.” The blood on the face counts.
The first thing he brings up is the picture Blaire drew of her and Greg “Having sex” you can’t really see anything. But you take away from it that she’s butt fucking him. I don’t find those kinds of pictures funny but it was clearly a joke and to get under Greg’s skin which it did. He states that rape is not funny. Yet he has made rape jokes before and has admitted they are funny. He has also shown photoshopped pictures of him and Dan that were about equal with Blaire’s drawing. He also brings up her getting banned from Twitter over this drawing like somehow that proves it was so awful. I’ve been banned from twitter for literally saying, “You two are playing stupid to this situation.” The word stupid directed at someone got me banned.
He brings up the picture again later in the debate trying to ask if he drew a similar picture would she be more offended by that than by him posting the picture of a 13 year old in her sports bra. He then calls himself a victim to the picture. Again I’ll bring up Dan saying he doesn’t want people to use his or Phil’s name to get attention. So I would think in no way would he be okay with the photo shopped pictures of him and Greg. And I’m pretty sure Andy wasn’t okay with the whole doll video. Greg does not get to play victim in a situation where he has put others and has been way worse in those situations.
(He literally asked for pictures and put them in a video. There are worse pictures that are not included in the video.)
She brings up that his channel is hurting and he can’t really get views anymore. And he brings up a video that got a lot of views. It was his video about Shane Dawson’s weight. The only reason it got views was because it was about Shane Dawson. Honey your views don’t count if you’re putting big Youtuber’s names in your titles and talking shit about them.
(Shane Dawson’s Weight (Part 1) 147,708. Goodbye My Old Friend 115,006 (A video about Cyr) They Posted A Drawing of Me Getting R**ed 111,248 (A video about Blaire’s picture.) He has to mention other Youtubers to break 100k.
He then blames Blaire for him getting called a pedophile. She never stated that he was in fact a pedophile, but that he was a creep for using a 13 year old’s picture. She was in sports bra. And no matter what it’s weird for a 30 year old man to comment on her appearance in any way shape or form. Even if she asked him to. As an adult he knows not to do that. But he still does. It’s inappropriate.
He also states that there are rules on his website. Like that matters? He used an inappropriate picture of a 13 year old and he put her in a video. He broke his own rules. So now children know that he doesn’t care if the picture goes against the rules it still has a chance of getting noticed.
(Here is a picture where his doesn’t even state rules for the submission. They might have been posted somewhere else. But if you’re going to post about submitting you still post the rules with it.)
Blaire for a split second brought up Shane Dawson and he then said they’ve been emailing for weeks. That doesn’t say what the emails are about or anything so it’s not relevant. Continuously attacking Shane’s weight is wrong. He has struggled his whole life with it. Greg only makes the videos to get the views. His friend is living proof of that. “Billythefridge” is never addressed in Greg’s videos.. It’s because he is irrelevant. He also got very concerned when she said she had heard something about the emails that were being sent between Greg and Shane.
(Shane clearly has a hard time with his body to talk about his weight is fucked up.)
He literally brought up taking things out of context and saying it’s not honest. All his videos about his debate with Joy, Jeff, Jaclyn, and Richie were all taken out of context. His response to Jaclyn Glenn’s video awhile back where he said she said transwomen aren’t women because she said a man in a dress isn’t a woman was literally taken out of context. He just admitted himself that it is dishonest.
(Edited video by Greg of the debate. 7minutes 9seconds)
(Full version of the debate. 31minutes 46seconds)
(Pretty sure this is a video of Greg taking Jaclyn out of context.)
They bring up how old Greg was when he got with Lainey and how old she was. She was a teenager. I think he got with two other teenagers as well. Yes he has dated people who were not teenagers and that’s fine there is no problem. Oh and don’t forget Billie she was a teenager as well. The fact is he was in his mid to late 20′s and now in his 30′s and he is still attracted to teenagers. That’s weird.
He then brings up the whole, “Everyone lies about their age on the internet thing.” Which he knew she didn’t literally mean everyone. And then she says she only see’s kids defending him or people who do not have full mental capacity. He wanted to use that as something against people with disabilities I just know it. But she didn’t let it happen. He couldn’t have even done that without looking like a hypocrite because he literally calls people retarded and retards all the time. He also brought up at one point that dwarfs are somehow like underdeveloped women. That point was just sad and honestly did not help him in anyway.
Greg thanks Blaire several times for the debate. I believe he did this for a couple reasons. One he was trying to make himself look better. He can now go back and say, “I was nice to her. I even thanked her for the debate.” At some point he might actually try to edit the debate or at the very least take parts of it out. And he honestly believes that this “debate” will somehow fix his channels. It’s not going to. His channels didn’t die the instant Blaire’s video came out. It was months after that. His channels didn’t die because of her. She informed people of the 13 year old’s picture. But Greg himself killed his channels by only starting drama, and recycling the same shit over and over.
Blaire brought up that he was doing the debate now probably because his channel was dying but not earlier when they were doing fine. He said that wasn’t part of it. But yes it was. He thinks that this debate will somehow save his channels. Blaire hasn’t said much about Greg since the video was posted months ago. He brought it back up after not getting enough drama from other people. He thought this would help him. Bit it hasn’t. I also believe this is why he brought up that “Shane has been emailing him”. I think he is trying to get in a video with Shane to try to become relevant again. Like the first time.
(I’m guessing this was the video she made about him.)
(His views were fine at that time.)
(He started losing views about 3 to 4 months ago.)
And last the fact that he had to look up the definition of collect was a joke. He knows exactly what it means. He did in fact collect the pictures. The pictures are still technically collected because they still remain on his channels in his videos. Greg is a joke.
It was barely after Christmas and they already had a shit
ton of Valentine’s Day decorations and candy strewn about every damn store. I
had grown to hate that fabricated holiday. Crazy, because I used to be that guy
who would go all out for the day. I was fast approaching the second solemn, lonely
February 14th, and the third, technically since I had been ruined.
Ruined was quite possibly an understatement but it is what it is. I was madly
in love at the time. There was nothing I wouldn’t have done to prove just that,
and that day was supposed to be perfect.
I had a decadent outing planned, and I had been waiting on
the day for months to be completely honest. I pump faked like I was going to
work that day, but in reality, I was putting all the final touches on my master
plan. Nothing was going to go awry on this day. We had been together for almost
two years and she who shall remain nameless, was my everything. That day was
going to solidify my stance as to where she stood in my life and what I wanted
with her. I made my rounds that day with the biggest smile in my heart. The
rose petals had been laid out all over the suite. I had dropped the chef the
key to the suite so there would be no delay. I went and picked up her dress and
my suit for the night. Shit was just too perfect. I had headed back to the house
to surprise bae about fifteen after the hour of 11. Her first 2 dozen roses
should have been delivered about 45 minutes prior to my arrival. I was so
wrapped up in my grand scheme that I didn’t even stop to think how she hadn’t
hit me up all day. As I pulled up to our apartment, the excitement was bubbling
over. I was ready to whisk her away for her massage, facial and all out
As I made it upstairs to 603B, butterflies filled me. I was
convinced she was going to meet me at the door with the biggest smile and hug.
I opened the door and was welcomed with an eerie silence. Maybe she was in the
tub soaking, I thought. The only hint I had given her as to the festivities that
I had planned was to be prepared to be swept off her feet. The candles were
lit, the house smelling like vanilla and a hint of lavender. I checked the mail
that was on the counter as I passed the kitchen. I heard her voice from the
backroom. I smiled and made my way to her sweet melody. I slowly opened the
door leading to our room and did a quick scan of the surroundings. She wasn’t
in the bed, so I went to the bathroom. I could tell the water had not too long
ago been turned off. The mirror still brandished a thick steam coating along
the top. I walked to my side of the bed and saw a set of clothes unfamiliar to
me. I looked over to the sliding glass door leading to the balcony and I saw
her white robe on the floor. I precariously walked over and pulled the blinds
back. What my eyes focused upon ripped my heart out of my chest. She was knelt
between his legs on her knees, with a mouthful of him. My body kept me frozen
in place. I couldn’t bear to watch her service this random like she had
serviced me only hours before. I was in complete shock. A million things ran
thru my mind all at once. I wanted to cry, laugh, scream out. Hell, I even
thought about my nine in the closet. After what seemed to be an eternity I
peeled myself from the glass unbeknownst to either of them. Threw a bag of shit
together quick and bounced. I left a note:
I just wanted to let you know that I never had a gift like this. This
will be with me for a lifetime, I hope you know. I never would have thought I would
be kicked in the dick so hard, let alone by you. You were my queen, the reason
the sun rose in the east and set in the west; let me tell it. So quickly
everything became nothing. But it was all your choice. At any rate fuck you
very much, for everything and clearly nothing.
I locked the sliding door just as she began to mount this nigga,
and I taped the note to the window. I pushed the blinds back far enough so she
could see me. The look on her face was utter disbelief. She tried to hop off but
I was out. Fast forward now two, just about three years, here I am approaching
damn Valentine’s Day again. The last two have been lackluster and that’s an
over statement. I can count on one hand how many dates I had been on since that
day. That shit made me hardcore. I had no intention on trying at another
relationship. We could kick it here or there, and not on no consistent shit
That was until she moved in across the street 4 months or so
ago. See, I had moved into the city, and was in apartment C of the brownstone,
and I happened to catch her on moving day. She was brown skinned, short cut
like Nia on Friday almost, and her smile was brighter than Time Square at
midnight. I hadn’t been smitten like this in what felt like ages. I kept my
distance and had done so for months. But the what if game in my head had gotten
real old. We all know curiosity killed the cat, and I was sure to be the next
victim. I was hesitant in my approach. Outside of the moments when we happened
to be on our street at the same time, I only caught glimpses of her silhouette
on the nights I’d sit on my window seat. After seeing her again one evening, it
was then and there that I decided I would take a stab at her the next day. It
was a blistering morning but I went thru with my plan anyway. I left the
brownstone for work a hair earlier than normal so I could make my first move. I
stuck a sticky note on her wind shield.
I wish I knew your name. But I find you very attractive and I would
really like to get to know you. I know this is different but I’m a bit shy but
I had to try something to get your attention.
P.S. If you’re interested leave a note back here tomorrow.
I wasn’t the least bit confident that I would get a response.
But that didn’t stop me from pondering what her possible response would be if
she even gave one. I wrestled with myself on if I had even taken the right
approach. I kind of felt lame, but I had been out of the game so long, I wasn’t
sure if I could just go up and talk to her like that. I wrecked my brain all
day about this. I ended up grabbing a drink at the bar up the block on the way
home. I threw a few back and made my way in. The liquor in my system took the
edge off, which was great. I noticed her car was back in place and the note was
no longer on the windshield. I hustled into the house as though if she would
have saw me, she would have known I was the mystery man behind the note. I was
really trippin’ out. I ordered Chinese and peered out the window a few times,
but only to see the very silhouette that had me going thru all this madness.
Somewhere in the disarray of my thoughts I managed to slip into a deep slumber.
I woke up the next morning unsure whether I should be excited or just await the
inevitable. I did my normal routine and headed for the door. I walked over to the car and saw a return
I am Machelle, this is certainly odd but I consider myself a deferrer,
so why not play along? I too don’t have a name for you. And I will do you one
better, I love sports how about you?
I looked around 3 minutes too late like I couldn’t already
have been made. I darted back across the street and up to my apartment. I had
to pen the next note to her, knowing I was probably going to be late to work.
But how in the Sam hell could I not respond to her promptly? I scrambled around
looking for my note pad and in my haste, I found it on the kitchen counter.
First off, I’m glad and honestly shocked you responded. My name is DePaul.
Sports are, were instrumental in my life coming up. I love them. Are you a
Knicks or Nets fan? What other things do you fancy?
I put the letter in a different spot on the windshield than
where she had her note. Hopefully she would notice when she came out this
morning. I was eager to get off that afternoon, but I had no clue that I’d have
another note waiting for me. She had placed it under the left wiper blade and I
had used the right one that morning. I guess that would be our indicator. I
surveyed my surroundings before swiping my note and crossing the street. The
allure of the entire of the situation had me hyped.
DePaul huh? I like that. What sport did you play? And I fancy many
things but mainly I’m a foodie, I love the beach, and history intrigues me as
well. How about you? BTW this whole note thing is just too cute.
Aww shucks you like my name. I played baseball and basketball, I
dabbled in soccer but that was too much running for too little points. History,
what’s your favorite era in time? I like history as well but I am more of a
science guy. What kind of music are you into miss lady?
We exchanged notes for two weeks, and I was rather content.
I mean I wanted her but I wasn’t completely ready to put myself out on the
chopping block either. I couldn’t lie to myself by the same token and say I
didn’t want to have face to face conversation. See what her scent was like,
touch her hand, just be in her presence. I think the all the note passing added
to the allure of the whole thing. I just couldn’t bring myself to jump off the
cliff yet. I was still window watching and sneaking notes. Then she went silent
I didn’t get a note for 3 whole days. I was a bit concerned, I hadn’t seen her
from my perch either. I left a note only to find it there when I returned home
that day and the same the next morning when I left out. I guess the flame and
cute little note game had gotten played out. Shit had me in the dumps on a
Friday morning. I spent the entire workday pondering what went wrong. I walked
from the subway with the least bit of pep in my step. I merely peered over at
the Jag to still see the note I’d left the day before in the same spot. I
walked up the stoop, stopping in the corridor to check the mail. Bills on a
Friday are the worst. I was thumbing through the mail as I walked to my door
when my keys slipped out of my hands and fell to the floor. As I knelt to pick
them up I looked at the door realized that an envelope had been taped over the
peephole. I quickly snatched it down and rushed inside. As I walked past the
kitchen I tossed the other mail on the counter. Breaking the seal, a sweet
aroma filled my nostrils. Instantly I knew it was her. The hairs on the back of
my neck stood up. I really didn’t know what to expect.
I have enjoyed our back and forth over the past several weeks. And to
be frank, I am beyond intrigued and more than impatient to really get to know
you. For that I had to step up the game, let you know I know who you are and I
am yours for the taking. I am free on the 14th so we should get
together grab a bite of sorts. I’m sure you are going to go to your window…
You’re not the only one that has been watching. In fact, I’ve been watching you
since I came and looked at my place two months ago. But shhhh… don’t tell
anybody. That can be our little secret. But let me know about dinner, call me
646-555-5525. Besides I am ready to hear your voice.
Damn, like for real damn. She put her foot all the way down
on me. She put the note on my door, so I knew there was no mistaking the tone.
And she slick let me know she knew who I was. That was a turn on. She was going
for what she wanted and didn’t have a lick of shame in it. I was too hype to
call. My mind was racing on what I could do with her on the 14th
of…. Aww damn that’s Valentine’s Day. That fact hit me like a ton of bricks, but
by now I am too invested and too intrigued not to push forward. I made my mind
up right then and there, I was no longer going to let what happened those years
ago, mold my future any longer. I sat on the couch pondering for a few moments.
I wanted to peer out of my window but I didn’t want her to see me. It would be
just my luck.
I headed to the shower with my mind set ablaze. What would
she sound like? Would it be as sweet as she looked? Would our conversation flow
like our notes had? Would my pen pal be everything I had spent the last few
weeks dreaming about? I wonder if her lips would feel as good as this water felt
after a long day of work. I was curious before, but now this was torture.
Sitting on the edge of the bed clutching her last note, I was on a cliff, and I
wasn’t sure what awaited me. But… I was too far gone to not jump. I dialed the
number from the note. I could feel my heart in my throat, as it rang in my ear.
At the end of the second chime she answered. It was the sweetest hello I had
ever heard. I was stuck, in complete infatuation. The second hello brought me
to. Clearing my throat, I reciprocated the pleasantries. We talked for an
entire two hours that first night. Everything flowed so well. Two episodes of
the Vikings marathon had come and went and yet I was still yearning for more of
her. I know I went to sleep with a smile on my face that night.
The 14th was Tuesday, and we had discussed getting together as
she suggested. The weekend gave me time to fester in my thoughts. I had already
decided we would head to Manhattan to have dinner and a movie at the new dine
in cinema. I was dead locked on that one. After that though, I would be at her
mercy as she wanted to take me to what she described as a cool dessert spot. I
was game for it though. I was just ready to be in her presence. I didn’t bug
her over the weekend, though she did call to check up me. Apart of me wanted to
kick it with her but I played it cool. Besides, if all went well I would afford
myself a plethora of chill time.
Tuesday rolled around and 5 o’clock couldn’t take any longer
to arrive. Butterflies had gripped me all day. I rushed out of the door and
made my way to the subway station. The date was set for 7. That gave me just
the right amount of time to get home, wash the day off, and get spiffy. Had
this nice little number I put together, nothing too heavy. This was a light
date of sorts, like a getting to know each other kind of thing. Some fresh
denim, a black polo, accompanied by a military green bomber that accented my
olive Timbs well. By 730 the kid was ready and dressed to impress. I called over
and she told me she was ready as well. I told her I would be down waiting on
her. I decided Uber would be the best bet. I figured we’d have a couple drinks
and what not, so better safe than sorry. Just as she was coming down, the car
was pulling up. She came down with jeans and a coat that hid her top, looking
like a real around the way girl in her wheats. That look to me was so sexy,
thought she probably thought nothing of it.
50 Shades was ok, I feel it could have been better, but it was
definitely a good date movie. I had a million questions brewing in my head but
I kept it cool. I was trying to remain a gentleman I swear, but in my head I
was pondering what turned her on. Was she into any of this? Like the thoughts
of her were getting me hot. We hadn’t even mentioned sex in our conversations
but it was all that was on my mind at present. I was glad when the movie
concluded. Then maybe my rampant mind would take a break. On the way out, our
hands found one another.
“So, what did you think?” I probed. I was low key trying to
see what piqued her interest as well as gauge how the night may end. I would be
lying if I said I didn’t want her the very second she sat next to me in the uber.
She smelled of heaven, and I was convinced that it was a place I wanted to go.
“Oh I liked it, but I thought it would be more intense. The
way people rave about it, I was expecting more… Maybe I’m just hella freaky.”
She didn’t even look up from rummaging in her purse. The uber pulled up as the
blank stare and awkward silence gripped my soul.
I let her in on the back-driver side and I walked around to
the other side of the car. As I got in the uber driver greeted us and asked us
how our night had gone. Turns out she had seen the movie over the weekend. Her
eyes lit up as she said she enjoyed it. Machelle couldn’t see her face though. They
went back and forth about the movie. My eyes were glued to my date’s lips. The
words flowed eloquently from her luscious chops. I felt myself leaning in
unable to stop myself. Her eyes found mine, and she halted conversation
abruptly. My body had superseded my mind. My mind was on the fence about the
reception I would receive, but my body was itching to know what the outcome would
be. Our lips met with a fire hell
couldn’t match. Her lips were as soft as my mind had dreamt and they fit upon
mine just perfect. We wanted, no needed to know more.
I felt neurons shooting from every part of my frame in every
direction. Her hands traveled up the back of my shirt, all but confirming we
were in the same book, on the identical page, equivalent paragraph, and
sentence. She bit my bottom lip as my
tongue delved into her opening. We traded places as I sucked and nibbled on her
lips. We were just heating up, yet the windows were already beginning to
glisten with fog from our steamy, passionate kisses. The more we embraced the
deeper I fell into her. My hands descended inside the top of her pants and my
hands found the top of her plump pussy, and I was shocked to discover we were
both free ballin’. It was a nervous thing I did on a first date, don’t judge
me. But anticipation gripped me the closer I got to her love center. As I
landed home, she clamped down on my lip and we cooed in unison. I was in need
of a life jacket. Swimming wasn’t on our original date itinerary, but
adjustments would surely be made.
Her moans encouraged my every effort. She sounded of pure
passion and love. I knew this was the gateway drug to an addiction of her.
“I’ve been wanting to do this since the second note. Mmmm I’ve needed you to
touch me.” She cooed to me. This Uber had turned into a really hot episode of
taxi cab confessions. My lips found her neck as my fingers dove deeper in her
swimming pool and didn’t even realize we had made it back home. Our diver
didn’t bother to announce our arrival either. She was playing in her own pool
in the front seat. The car was oozing of us, it was euphoric to say the least. I was ready to get all the way wet. My phalanges
found my lips as I was reluctant to pull away.
“Thank you” I uttered to our driver.
“No thank you” she rebutted, cleaning her own fingers. We
all chuckled before we exited.
Machelle and I shared a steamy glare as we stood on the
sidewalk on her side of the street, then we kissed hard as the car pulled off. I
held her tight to me. With a bright flash the skies opened up and the rain
began to pour. Machelle turned and bolted up the steps clutching my hand
pulling me in tow. I watched what once was a rain drop now a bead of water, run
down her caramel glazed skin tone. Before she could unlock and open the door,
our tongues met again like fire and water. There was a slight jolt followed by
a low moan. She turned the nob and pushed the door open, granting us
access. While I was scanning the room
Machelle was fixated on shedding clothes. I was oblivious to it.
“MM..MM” she commanded my attention. My eyes most certainly
feasted on her gorgeous frame, still glistening. Her c-cup breast still
restrained in her gray lace bra. Her hips were being gripped with the matching
thong. I could feel my heart beating fast. I wanted every part of this woman. I
slowly made my way over scanning her loveliness. I followed her eyes and I
could tell she was undressing me with them. Shirt first, up and over; then I
unbuttoned my jeans. My chest met her breast as we embraced. She felt of satin
to me. It was completely mesmerizing. My hands traced her outline. She felt
“I wanna taste you” She said, pushing me on to the sofa. I
offered no objections. She kneeled before me taking my dick between her lips.
Her tongue toyed with my head, before she descended my shaft. She was so
gorgeous with my meat in her mouth. Her light brown eyes peered into my dark
ones. Slurping she found an up and down rhythm, making me head fall back onto
“Shit!” I murmured. She was giving me that work. Taking my
dick out she slapped her cheek. She was revealing her monstrous ways the more
she delved into me. I don’t know if she was trying to come out the gate and one
up me, or was this just her normal lip service. But she was about to have me on
the ropes in a second. I guided her head up and my shit left her mouth with a
loud pop. She was ravenous on the rod. I gave her a look like, you mother
fucker you. She blushed and quickly put on a devilish grin. I opted to not
release my own beastly way upon her. I figured I would spring up on her at a
less suspecting time. I reached down to my jeans that were around my ankles. I
lifted a condom from the back pocket. I slid it down my still soaking member.
Machelle straddled me, split her entrance on my pole. Condom on and all, I
could feel the tsunami her lips were staving off. She nestled atop me, and
proceeded to find a rhythm. My hands continued to roam her curves. Her gorgeous
breast dangled just out of reach. Gripping her ass, I leaned up and sucked one
of her protruding nipples into my mouth.
She moaned deep and threw her head back, never breaking pace. Her pussy
was gripping me with every up stroke.
She rode me like a champion, But I was ready to put my mark
on her. The way her hips rolled on my dick was tantalizing. Her pretty breast
dangled and bounced in front of me. Teasing my lips each time they swooshed
passed my mouth. I was ready to put in work of my own. Machelle probably
thought my bashfulness would translate to the bedroom but I was anything but in
that arena. I wrapped my arms around her and stood up. Naturally her legs locked
around me. I flexed my strength as I gave her that up stroke. She was game,
sinking her teeth into my neck. Little did she know she was feeding the beast.
Any more she would be unlatching the cage that contained it. Her nails dug in
to the curve of my back. The passion was unreal. It was as if the more I pushed
the more she grabbed and vice versa. You ever get intimate with someone, and
know you made the right choice and know this is the start of something amazing.
This was that, to the 10th power. I never felt so connected, so
passionate, so beastly… all at one time. I wanted to passionately give her me
but in the same sentence I wanted to bend her over, grip her by the throat and
an ass cheek and punish her good ass pussy. I kept my composure though, at
least for the moment. I couldn’t blow the top off of her imagination on the
first go round. Not sure she could handle that. But she was fucking me like she
wanted to take it there. She was fucking back with raw passion in her eyes.
I let her dismount me, and she posted up on the couch and pointed
that gorgeous ass at me. It was swaying from side to side in slow motion. In
reality, it was swishing back and forth rather quick. I was so gone I was
watching each ripple as her ass moved about. She rocked back into my stiffness,
she was so wet I slid in like a butter knife in warm butter. I didn’t move
initially, I let her bounce that pretty ass on me. I could feel the cage become
more unhinged. The better me knew I should have walked away. But she kept me
entranced with her silky smoothness. I grabbed her hips, halting her movements.
She looked back at me over her shoulder.
“Damn baby, I want more. Please can I have more daddy?” Her
tone shot straight through me. It snatched the lock right off the cage.
“Fuck” I muttered to myself. I knew the tides would change
rapidly in the next few moments. It was like the harder I pulled the harder she
pushed. I halted my movement, as a last ditch effort to hold back. She probably
was of the impression she had me on the ropes. But, she was wrong. Machelle
flashed a sexy grin at me over her shoulder, then she started to twerk on my
dick like it was her finishing move. Shit was driving me wild, and in essence
she was only inching closer to my on-switch. She threw her head back and
magically my hand grabbed a fist full of her curly locks. She let out a loud
gasp as I matched her buck with my thrust. She wasn’t ready, and I had no cares.
She brought this upon herself. Her ass was no longer coming back with the same
determination as it once had. I pulled her up closer to my frame, gripping her
titty and squeezing her nipple at the same time. Her muffled moans were getting
harder to contain. In the madness my hand left her hair and moved towards her
throat. As I gave her neck a gentle squeeze, I felt her pussy clench upon me as
she found her release; with it came a screeching moan that I’m sure could have
been heard from my place. I was poised to fill this rubber up. I get off on
reactions and lawd she touched my soul in that moment. I pounded that pussy out
until I came hard and fast. With a loud growl I spilled my cum all inside her
soaking wet, hot kitty, and we collapsed in euphoria. We lay there sprawled out
“Machelle???” I managed between breaths. She just looked at
me, unable to form words as of yet. “Machelle, you wanna be my girlfriend?”
That beautiful post from @dadvans I just reblogged reminded me of the ice show I was at a few months ago, which this Massachusetts skating school puts on once a year. The entire school participates with special guest stars, so the line-up was like:
- Itty bitty 4-5 year olds whose one move typically involves pointing a foot forward and then pointing it back - Skating class going up in age/skill level until you get to, like, semi-pro preteens and teenagers - Absurdly talented baby pair skaters - The “adult” classes made up of mostly middle-aged or slightly older folks having the ACTUAL TIME OF THEIR LIVES (aka me one day) - A handful of pros, some local and some not. Mostly rising stars, and a particularly bonkers-good pair skating team who had just barely missed Worlds - JAVIER FERNANDEZ who had just finished fourth at Worlds about a week prior
So basically 1) the overall effect was, as my friend put it, “Like having Britney Spears at your dance recital,” and 2) please join me in imagining Yuuri and Victor headlining this show and warming up beside a pack of toddlers and also Susan from the PTA.