i might need to be in a relationship first

THE QUEST FOR LOVE

Relationships has never been something I’m brave enough to write about, especially in public. The love between a man and a woman to me is very personal. Add religion into the equation and it just becomes very sacred to me. I do not wish to write too long, since I have classes tomorrow at 9am and it’s exactly 4.30am right now. However, I just need to let a few things off my chest because it has been bothering me for quite a while now. Also, due to my hectic schedule, this is the only time I have to write- though I swear to god I’m super sleepy right now

Before we jump into the topic, yes I am single. Have I ever been in a relationship? The answer is also yes. I know how it feels like to love and be loved the same way I know how it feels to be completely shattered. You see, different people have different definitions of love. I strongly believe that the people we fall in love with can sometimes reflect the kind of person we are. For instance, I really value religion, knowledge and ambition. Thus, if i were to marry someone, I look for someone with these exact characteristics. I want someone who has the same goals that I have. Someone who will not only fight with me to succeed in this world, but also in the hereafter. I need someone who works just as hard as I do, not someone who is always tired and only cares about sleep. No more time should be wasted with whiny and lazy ambitionless boys. If you’re serious to pursue a relationship, look for a man.

If there’s one thing a relationship has taught me, it is the importance of maturity when it comes to love. NEVER indulge in a relationship just because it’s a ‘nice’ feeling. If you want to be with someone might as well be with a person who will help bring the best out of you, spiritually, mentally and also emotionally. If the relationship you are in is leading you towards the haraam, leave. No buts. It is just the end of a toxic relationship, not the end of the world. 

By the way people, it is perfectly OKAY to be single. I have been single for over a year now, and wallahi I have never been this happy and I have been achieving so much. I always tell my friends that when you are single, you have 27 hours a day. What it essentially mean is that you’ll have more time for yourself. I know some people who can only seek comfort in the presence of their significant other. After one relationship ends they feel the need to jump into another. Chill people, chill. Take a breather. You don’t need another person to feel sufficient. Try to be comfortable and at peace with yourself with or without a relationship. You have the rest of your life to be spent with your significant other, so while you’re single, might as well really embrace/enjoy it.

Okay last point before I hit the sack, never settle. Ya Allah I can’t stress this enough. Being single is better than being with the wrong person. As they say, it’s better to wait long than marry wrong. If we dont know what we deserve, we will always settle for less. But to deserve more, we should first be more. Build your character before you choose to build a family. Study hard, learn new skills, take up a hobby, read more, travel. There’s so much that can be done when you’re single for your personal development. Take care of yourself. Your health, spirituality, intelligence, akhlak (good character) etc & inshaAllah you’ll get someone who’d do the same for you.

Jim Rohn once said, “The greatest gift you can give somebody is your own personal development. I used to say, ‘If you will take care of me, I will take care of you.’ Now I say, ‘I will take care of me for you, if you will take care of you for me”.

I know this entry is all over the place, but I’m half awake so do forgive me. I hope you find this post helpful. As for me, call me philophobic but I am personally afraid to be in a relationship again. But when the time comes, I hope the guy I end up with will be proud with the lady I have become. If you happen to read this, whoever you may be, please know that not a day passes that I don’t make do’a for you, and for us. Wherever you are in this world, I hope you are also striving to be your best self. May Allah make it easy for us to find our way to each other. See you when I see you!

Ending this cringey post with one of my favorite quotes from Rumi,

‘Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along.’

Lots of love,

Aisyah

The Signs with a Broken Heart

This post is essentially based on my/my friends’ real life experiences.I’ll also try to include some advice how to get over this struggle. Your Sun & Venus Signs matter!

I think that today, after having written some love posts, I had to think about those who spent this day alone, because they are comfortable with it, because they don’t need anyone, or maybe because their heart isn’t healed enough to start dating again. And it’s totally fair. Heartbreak is way too underrated lately in my opinion, we think about those with a sickness, we think about those who are poor, we say that as long as you are healthy, have a place to sleep, have something to eat, you must be happy, but sometimes an emotional wound is a lot harder to heal than a physical one. When you love someone, they become the most important part of your life. You share your days with them, you miss them, you decide where to go for a dinner together because you want them to be happy too, you basically change your whole lifestyle to fit theirs. And then if one day, they decide to take their love away, it feels like only half of your life is left and you ask yourself questions how it’s possible to make it stop just like that, from one minute to another. This is why it’s so hard to get over a broken heart. And sometimes it’s even worse to lose someone who never even was yours. You start questioning everything, why does life play such a prank on you and makes you meet them, like them, fall in love and all this for nothing, because they don’t share your feelings. A person questioning themselves, thinking that they aren’t good enough for a person they love, that someone else is and they aren’t, is probably one of the most hurtful feelings.

So here’s how I see the signs being hurt and hopefully this will help a few of you. Not because you will read this post and your pain will suddenly go away, no way, I just want you to know that there’s always someone to understand exactly how you feel, that you’re not alone.

ARIES:

As an Aries, you can be very emotional, but real feelings don’t reach you too often. Quite careless in your young years, you might be attracted to people physically, like them in different ways, call it love, feel sadness about losing them, but only the pain of a broken heart will tell you it was real. Because 

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8 Things I Love About Wolfgang

1. His love for Felix, brother-by-choice

Original post [x] @fyeahmaxriemelt

Wolfgang has protected Felix, since the day Felix reached out his hands to him. And Felix never left his best friend alone.

Original post [x] @therxbellion

Before Wolfgang was reborn as sensate, Felix has been the one who shared his joy, anger, and grief – and he still does. They’ve spent their moments together. Because it’s always been two against the world.

Original post [x] @dizzeikipling

Choice is not accidental, and Wolfgang chose Felix to be his brother. It is a strong connection – strong as sensates in same cluster – which Wolfgang will never break nor betray. Wolfgang will do anything to protect his brother, and so will Felix.

2. His smiles which are mostly smirks

Original post [x] @eliteways

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Original post [x] @fyeahmaxriemelt

Yeah.I don’t buy any of your bullshit, bitch. smirk.

Original post [x] @skylerlockerbie

Bring. It. On. smirk.

3. The way he cares about his cluster pt. 1 – the (ง'̀-‘́)ง trio

Original post [x] @noelfshr

A man who believed in choices. Who did not believe in something that is beyond his control…something that is as accidental as blood. He now has a whole new family, not by his choice.

Original post [x] @nestarearland

Nonetheless, he loves and protects them with all cost.

Original post [x] @amanitacaplan

He doesn’t talk much, but you know he’ll always be there for his cluster.

4. The way he doesn’t ask for help (…but everyone knows)

Original post [x] @kalawolfang

Wolfgang doesn’t need anyone. He never asks for help, ever.

Original post [x] @oils-n-stuff

But everyone knows when he needs one…because he literally visits everyone with I-think-I-might-die-today-face but says he’ll handle it alone.

5. Wolfgang + Water

Original post [x] @ethanschandler

is PERFECTION.

Original post [x] @eleveun

even better with Kala.

6. The way he cares about his cluster pt. 2 – with Lito

Friendship between Lito and Wolfgang was something unexpected, especially when Lito with one flip flop (#OperationFlipFlop) appeared to help Wolfgang. At first I was like, really? Lito? How is he gonna help Wolfgang? and soon it turned out to be one of my favorite relationships in the cluster – of course, I adore all relationships in the 8/8 cluster.

One of a few people whom Wolfgang shows his genuine smile to – Lito, Felix, and Kala.

Original post [x] @wolfgagnbogdanow

It was sad to see their last interaction is when Lito felt Wolfgang’s pain during his torture and had nosebleed. I hope to see them smiling at each other in real life. #BringBackSense8

7. The way he looks at Kala (OTP: Thank God For Gravity)

Original post [x] @kalawolfang

Pure, gentle, soft.

Original post [x] @pajamasecrets

Intense, passionate, breathless.

Original post [x] @omgkcjade

cute, adorable, playful.

8. Although he doesn’t seem to care, he is the king of Berlin

Original post [x] @sense8blog

Do not even dare to get in his way or hurt the ones he loves, because this guy will show no mercy. He does things intensely, but only ones that matter to him.

10 Abusive Men’s conversational tactics every woman should be aware of:

1. Domination of conversation - at any cost

It simply doesn’t matter what it takes - making up a story, repeating the same issue over and over again, increasing the volume of his voice, calling you out on unrelated-unreal issues, taking on a threatening pose to get your attention, getting angry if you don’t carefully listen to what he has to say, throwing a tantrum, accusing you of talking too much, beating down your words, I have even seen abusive men cause fights because they wanted to dominate a conversation with a woman. Last time I tried to talk to a woman, while abusive man was standing next to her, he actually physically dragged her away, just so she wouldn’t be able to get my attention, because I refused to give it to him instead. In their minds, this is reasonable, because they feel we owe them that much, and if we refuse to make them the center of attention, it’s aggression on our part, and any action to beat us down to submission is acceptable and “nothing else should be expected of him”.

2. “What I have to say is important at the moment - every moment.”

You were trying to tell a story? He immediately comes up with a vaguely related story that happened to someone he knew that is somehow suddenly more relevant than what you wanted to say. You were trying to prove a point? He’s going to prove a different point. You have a problem that bothers you? His much smaller problem is bothering him much more, to the point where you have to feel bad for bringing your problem up in the first place. You have an achivement you’re proud of? Wait until you hear what he has done at some point in time that right now feels more relevant to him. In his mind, what you have to say simply doesn’t matter and it’s on him to figure out how to slowly bring that down to you, so you’d finally shut up and accept that his confidence is to be worshipped, yours beaten down.

3. Personal attack

Focus will be on you only if it makes you look bad. If you dared to insist that you’re heard and given a basic bit of attention, or, heavens forbid, said something that goes against his opinions and actions, you will immediately find yourself under a personal attack. You’ll be called out on things that have nothing to do with the subject. You will be deemed unfit to even speak about issues that matter to you. Suddenly, even the issues that you have personal experience and endless statistical data and proof, are not yours to speak of because “he knows better”. You’ll be called slurs, humiliated, discredited, all your knowledge of the subject will be perceived as “silly” and “wrong”, not to mention you’re a horrible person for daring to speak your mind on the subject. The point of personal attack is to make you look bad, but you’re not supposed to notice how it makes him look way worse, you’re supposed to feel rightfully called out and humbled, and fail to notice how your basic human right of speech is being trampled on, how you’re being silenced and hurt by emotional and psychological abuse by a man who found himself threatened by truth you pointed out.

4. Double Standards

“I’m a man” is an excuse not to listen, not to sympathize, not to offer compassion, not to take responsibility for his actions, not to bother with “woman logic”, not to question the consequences of his actions, not to feel guilty for indulging in primarily male behaviour that harms women but is excusable because “all men do it”. “You’re a woman” is an excuse to hold you responsible for men’s actions, and obliged to please men, to maintain your social value and appearance up to certain standards, to fulfill all male expectations and fantasies and ideas about what you should be, otherwise what good you are for? And even if you do all that, you’ll end up reduced to a slur and disposed of whenever it pleases a man to do just that. And don’t be surprised, what did you expect? They’re men.

5. Social Truth

Logic, statistics, experiences, facts, consequences and practical knowledge all have zero value before men’s social perception of what’s going on. Men have already decided that it’s them who’s suffering the worst. They’ve already decided they’re the one who need better treatment and more privileges and liberation from oppression. Men have affirmed this with each other, they’ve agreed amongst themselves that women are oppressive, bother them too much, ask for too much, don’t give them enough, don’t do enough for them. How could women expect for their issues to be taken seriously when men don’t feel like they’ve done enough for them? Men will offer you countless examples where he was expecting something from a woman and she didn’t fulfil it, so how dare she imply she could be the one who’s oppressed? How dare any woman claim anything about her life, her body, her experiences, her problems? Men have already agreed they know better, they feel confident about it because his friends and male relatives and co-workers and bosses and acquaintances will all confirm to him he’s exactly right, he’s telling the truth, how could some miser woman now claim differently? She must be stupid. Truth commonly accepted among men will ignore all evidence, all male privilege, all objective truth, all statistics, all proof. They don’t examine it critically more than “is this going in our favour” and that’s all they need to yell it from rooftops, to violently shut down every woman’s voice claiming differently, speaking from different perspective. They have support. They have backup. Countless men will agree with them. It’s all they need. Truth doesn’t matter.

6. What they don’t consider lying

Nothing is lying. If a lie needs to be told in order for a man to get something out of a woman he otherwise wouldn’t get - it’s considered fair play, in his mind. How could you blame him? After all, if he didn’t lie, he wouldn’t get what he wanted? Isn’t this how all people do things? Isn’t it a way of life? How could you expect him to tell the truth when it wasn’t going in his favour? He won’t even feel guilty. But instead, if you don’t react to his lie the way you should have - in his mind - then you are the bad one. How could you not believe his word, give him your full trust and obedience and perfect reactions he so deeply deserves? How could you even consider that he would lie to you? You don’t know what’s real, you can’t act like he’s lying when you don’t even know if he is. He is excused in saying any lie at all, but you aren’t allowed to doubt it, otherwise how will he get what he wanted and feel completely free of guilt while doing it? You should enable that much to a man, to lie and get away with it, get all he wants, and to feel like a genius for tricking everyone in such a cunning way. Oh, and you shouldn’t feel cheated and lied to because, you know, it wasn’t personal, it was just so he could get what he wants, you weren’t a person to him in this entire scheme, just a prop, you should feel stupid for falling for it, but you know, it’s his win.

7. “I’m reasonable” voice tone

All your passion and emotions that get out of you while you speak that would normally be a proof of how important and valuable talking about this issue is to you, yet he decides to perceive as you obviously spouting nonsense from being too emotional. Does he know you’re telling the truth? Of course he does. Does he know how being invalidated and accused of being “too emotional” and “hysterical” hurts you? Of course he does. Does he care? No. All he wants from you in that moment is to adapt to perspective that benefits him, rather than the one you’re presenting - you know, the one that actually expresses what’s going on and leads to acknowledgment and resolving of your problems. He isn’t interested in you being in less pain or you speaking out the truth, or you struggling less or you bringing to light how much you’re struggling with. Be reasonable. Adapt male perspective. See yourself how men see you. Quit having your own perspective, you know that’s not reasonable. Quit showing emotions about an issue that is of a big personal value to you. Look at me. I’m reasonable. You mean nothing to me. Your struggles mean nothing to me. Be like that. Don’t mean anything to yourself. Be only a benefit to me. Then you too can pretend all your issues are made up. After all your pain means nothing in comparison to benefits we get from it. It’s easy to speak with “I’m reasonable” voice and straight, emotionless face while talking about an issue that doesn’t affect you whatsoever, and you don’t care about the one who is affected, and benefit from what they’re suffering from.

8. “How can you call me out when there’s worse men”

You should be grateful he isn’t worse. He could do worse. He knows he could. He saw other men doing much worse, and thought to himself “damn, I’m nice, this is how things are done when women don’t listen” instead of, you know, intervening and saving someone from abuse like a decent person would do. He saw how cruel men are in other parts of the world. He made sure to remember it and inform women what they could expect from worse men, to remind them to be grateful that he, a nice man, isn’t like that. Now, if you’re going to call anyone out, you should first make sure to call out every guy who is worse, otherwise how is this fair towards him? If a guy who did worse isn’t called out, but he, the “nice” guy is, that is the greatest injustice ever done to mankind, and he will feel hurt and things will be unfair for him. What about you, you ask? What about him hurting you that caused you to call him out in the first place? Oh what’s fair to you doesn’t matter, you are the one who needs to make the world fair for him, or, you know, he might get worse, and it will be entirely your fault, since you didn’t arrange the world to be absolutely and completely fair towards him.

9. “I decide how you should react/your reaction is a provocation.”

Your behaviour is decided by his rules, and every single emotion, thought and action you make should only be made in his convenience. It lies on the premise that only he gets to be a human being and show his emotions freely and react the way he wants, you unfortunately, do not get the human privileges, if you react the humane way - get upset when you’re hurt, get angry when things are unfair and infuriating, point out double standards, argue and demand that your word matters too, want to have your feeling acknowledged or even argue that you have a say in how you should be treated - you’ve overstepped, and suddenly you are all wrong and whatever he does to you in return is what you deserved by provoking him. That’s, right, you being a human being is a provocation, it’s a dangerous straying from the object you’re supposed to be - that you are in his eyes, and you have to be “shown your place”, because after all, his convenience is more important than your life, and you’re only there to obey him and make him feel good about himself. Even while he’s hurting you. Even while he’s using you. Even while you’re reduced to a less than a human being.  

10. “You haven’t considered this issue from my perspective enough”

After all, you should look at things from his perspective. But you do. There’s never been a moment you didn’t consider his perspective. Just as there’s never been a moment he has considered yours. And the mere idea of taking a moment to consider your perspective - if he’s even aware that you can have one, and that your words aren’t just there to be crushed until he gets his way - is offensive and crazy to him. Instead, you get called out for not seeing things his way enough. As if you’re the one who is inconsiderate and refusing to acknowledge that he is just a human and that you can’t expect that much from him. But you’ve never forgotten that he’s a human. And you never expected that much, just to not be continually hurt and used by him, and to be treated like a valued human being. But suddenly this is too much? Too much to expect from a fellow human being? Isn’t it a lot like he’s forgotten you’re a human being, and calling you out on something that he actually did? Cruel hypocrisy that he doesn’t even seem to notice because it’s so natural and normal to him to call you out for his own wrongdoings, and to attack you if you’re not willing to obediently take blame.

@women: If a man is talking in this fashion he will get worse, not better. Ditch him at any cost.

@men: this was a list of abusive behaviour, if you don’t do any of these, there’s no reason for you to feel called out, if you do feel called out, I have bad news for you.

master-sass-blast  asked:

Right. So. Might be mildly addicted to your 'Gods and Monsters' series. Definitely need an intervention, but I'll prolly ignore that anyway, so... anyway, can you do something with Zeus and Hera? I've always thought it was massively whack that the goddess of fidelity was with --according to Greek mythos--one of the biggest adulterers on Olympus. Definitely smelling a bit of an abusive relationship there, if you catch my drift... okay byeeeee

Hera, the young goddess of marriage and family, is only unfaithful to her husband once.

She seduces Zeus first, right as the war ends and they’re all pain and ash and thrumming with the excitement of victory. She smiles just so and touches his bloody chest, her hand pale against the dark copper of his skin and, and when he looks at her his eyes spark with the lightning he so easily commands. She is named his wife that very night, her body littered with bruises from his rough, eager hands, and she tells herself the bile at the back of her throat tastes like victory.

She is queen of the gods. This is what she wants.

They’ve all claimed their domains and gone their separate ways, Demeter to the earth, Hades to the underworld, and Hestia to Olympus where they plan to build their palace. But Poseidon still lingers. “Don’t you have an ocean to conquer?” she asks.

He looks at her, then behind her to where Zeus is busy sketching plans for Olympus. “You don’t have to do this,” he says softly, “you – you can come with me if you want. Or I’m sure Hades would take you.”

Hera has no time for Poseidon and his soft heart. “I will only belong to the best,” she says, tossing her head so her crown of curls fall over her shoulder. “You should go. You have work to do.”

“There are more important things than power,” he says uncomfortably, shifting from foot to foot.

“No,” she says, “there aren’t.”

~

Hera would not mind Zeus’s women so much if they were not constantly giving him children, something she has been unable to do.

She is an obedient wife. She does not turn her powers against him, and she’s tolerant of his mortals at first, but the longer she is empty of child the less patience she has. How can she be the goddess of family without one of her own?

Her spite gets in her way, and she hurls every kind of obstacle and curse she can at the woman her husband lies with. At first he is angry with her, and bruises litter her throat and wrists. Then, as her wrath and powers grow, he is afraid of her. He watches her warily, sneaking to the mortal realm when before he wouldn’t even try to hide it. He submits when she pins him to the bed and rides him hard, desperate for a child of his, desperate to fulfill the perfect image of wife and mother she’s built for herself.

No matter her magic, no matter how many times they lie together, Hera does not get with child.

She goes to Hestia, and her sister presses a hand to her stomach and purses her lips and says, “Must it be his child?”

Hera stares. She’s the goddess of marriage and family. She is not capable of infidelity. “I – I can’t.”

“Just once,” Hestia says, “the problem is not with you, nor with him, clearly. Only the combination of you both. Lie with any other man, and you will have your child.”

So Hera, just once, puts on a disguise and goes to the mortal realm. She finds a man with skin darker than Zeus’s, a rich warm brown that matches his soft eyes. She lies with him, and it hurts. He is kind and patient and kisses the edge of her jaw, her shoulders, her navel. But to be unfaithful grates against her very nature as a goddess, and every moment is agony. He finishes, his mouth whispering kind things against her own, and she leaves as soon as she can.

It works. She becomes round with child, and is happier than she’s been in a long time. She does not mind Zeus’s mortals, and he even becomes kinder while the baby grows inside of her. His hands become softer, and he spends less time away from Olympus.

The baby is born, and Zeus is furious.

The child is too dark to be his, and he tears it from Hera’s hands while she lies exhausted from the birth. “What do you care?” she cries, struggling to stand, “You have dozens of children. What does it matter if I have one?”

He holds the baby in one hand and grabs her jaw with the other, pulling her to her knees. “You are my wife,” he hisses, “the goddess of marriage and family. You will have my child, or no child at all.”

He throws the baby from Mount Olympus. Hera screams, pushing herself away from him and attempting to jump after it. Zeus catches her around the waist, and with a crackle of power and roar of rage, he sends a lightning bolt after the baby.

The child may have survived the fall, but not the lightning.

“NO!” Hera screeches, clawing at his arm as she struggles to escape his grasp. Normally she’s not this helpless against him, but delivering her baby has left her weaker than she’s ever been before.

He presses the flat of his hand against her swollen womb, adding pressure until she cries out in pain and tries to squirm away from him. “My child,” he repeats, voice low and terrible, “or no child at all.”

He lets her go, and she collapses, grasping out a hand over the edge of Olympus. But the blood between her thighs is still wet, and she can’t find the energy to stand. She wonders if she’ll have to crawl down the mountain to retrieve her baby’s corpse.

“Sister!” Soft hands grab her shoulder and gently roll her onto her back. Hestia’s face fills her vision, and Hera has never seen the older goddess of hearth and fire look so cold. “I’ll kill him,” she says, hands hovering over Hera like she’s not sure where to begin. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t think this would happen, I didn’t think he would – I didn’t think.”

Hera curls on her side until she can place her head in her sister’s lap. She’s not sobbing anymore, she’s never been one to fall into hysterics, but she can’t stop crying, a steady stream of tears dripping silently down her face. Hestia runs trembling hands through her hair. “Don’t,” she whispers, “I did this, this is my fault. I – I should have known better.”

Hestia’s hand cup her face, leaning over so she can look her in the eye. “This is not your fault.”

Her sister stands and picks her up in her arms. Hera tries to tell her to put her down, that Zeus will be angry if she leaves, that she did this to herself. But she falls unconscious before she can get any of it out.

~

Hera awakens someplace soft and warm. She opens her eyes, and she’s inside Hades’s palace. Her confusion lasts only until her memories come rushing back, and then she has to bite her lip until it bleeds to stop herself from crying out.

“Hestia brought you here. She’s returned to Olympus to cover for you both. Do not worry – Zeus doesn’t know where you are.” She turns her head, and sees the goddess of magic at her side. Hecate smiles, “I have mended you, do not worry. All is well.”

All is not well. That statement is so far from true, and her instant urge is to crush Hecate to dust for the audacity. Before she can make up her mind one way or the other, there’s a soft knock on the door. It opens to reveal her elder brother. “I have something that belongs to you,” he says, and Here focuses on the bundle in the crook of his elbow.

Her baby’s corpse. She’s relieved someone thought to get it. Her heart feels like lead, and all the control she’d had over her emotions is gone instantly. She hopes they’ll leave her alone to hold the body of her child and weep.

Hades gingerly sits on the edge of the bed, and Hecate rises to help Hera prop herself up so she’s at least sitting. “He’s a strong little thing,” Hades says, and Hera doesn’t understand.

Then a warm, wriggling baby is placed in her arms. He’s got great big eyes and his mouth splits into a toothless grin when he sees her. “He’s alive,” she says numbly.

“Not without sacrifice,” Hecate says softly, and reaches over to undo the blanket he’s swaddled in.

Her son has no legs below his knees.

“Zeus’s lightning bolt didn’t kill him, but we cannot return what was lost,” Hades says, pained. “When he’s older, maybe we can do something, give him something in place of legs. But for now, there’s nothing I can do.”

The king of the underworld is the most powerful god after her husband. Hera knows that, even if Zeus doesn’t. If Hades can’t do anything about her son’s legs, then no can. But he’s alive, Zeus didn’t manage to kill him, and Hera finds herself so grateful that she’s holding a smiling, living child that she can’t be anything but relieved. Her son is alive, and happy. He doesn’t need legs.

“I can’t bring him back to Olympus,” she looks up at them, “Can you find someone to raise him? Someone you trust?”

She doesn’t trust anyone, so it can’t be her choosing.

“You’re going back to him?” Hecate demands, “Hestia said – but I thought for sure – you don’t have to! Don’t go back to him!”

“I must,” she holds her son to her chest, and he reaches out with chubby hands to tug at her hair. “I am the goddess of marriage, and he is my husband.”

Hecate stares, aghast. “Don’t – don’t, Hera. Please. Stay here. Hades will protect you.”

She looks up at her brother, and he raises an eyebrow. He would protect her, he would put himself in between her and Zeus’s wrath if she asked him to. But she won’t, and she thinks he knows it. She says, “I am Hera of the Heights, of Argos, of the Mound. I am the cow eyed, white armed goddess of marriage and of family. I am Hera, queen of the gods.” She looks down at her son, and her heart clenches, because for now a title that cannot be afforded to her is that of mother. “I will not abandon my dominion, nor my husband. I will return to Mount Olympus.”

“But you don’t love him,” Hecate says helplessly.

Hera stares, baffled that anyone could think her marriage had anything to do with love. “Of course not. But this isn’t about love. It’s about power.”

The goddess of magic swallows, then says, “I will raise him.”

Even Hades is surprised by that. “Hecate?”

“I will raise him,” she repeats, “He will stay with me, safe in the underworld where Zeus cannot find him, until he’s old enough and strong enough to protect himself.”

“Thank you,” Hera says, and lowers her head enough to kiss the top of her son’s head. “Tell him that I’m the one that threw him from Olympus.” When she looks up, Hades is resigned while Hecate looks on in horror. “Tell him, tell everyone. I gave birth to a hideous son, and I threw him from Olympus. His legs were crushed in the fall. I did this. Zeus tried to stop me, but could not.”

“Why?” Hecate asks.

Hera smiles down at her son, her heart full with a helpless sort of love. “So that when he ventures from the safety of the underworld, Zeus will have no reason to hurt him. So that when he comes to Olympus, Zeus will be unable to hurt him without explaining he was the one that tried to kill him in the first place.” She runs the back of her finger down his cheek, and he grabs it, his little fist holding onto her. “Blame me, and he will be safe.”

Hecate looks like she wants to argue. Hades puts a hand on her shoulder and asks Hera, “What’s his name?”

Her son smiles, and tugs at her hand, the beginnings of a giggle gurgling in his throat.

“His name is Hephaestus.”

~

When she returns, she no longer has any patience for Zeus’s mortals. When before she had only inconvenienced them, now she’s not playing any games. Those that do not die end up wishing they had, and she’s especially vindictive to any mortal carrying her husband’s child.

She sits on her throne, waiting, a smirk curled around the corner of her lips.

Zeus barges in and charges towards her. He’s so angry smoke is rising off his skin. “You,” he hisses, “this is your doing.”

“Whatever do you mean?” she asks, unflinching when he slams his hands on either side of her head, crushing the back of her throne with the force of it.

“She and the children are dead,” he snarls, “my children are dead! I know this is your doing, it reeks of your handiwork.”

Hera slides forward to the edge of her throne, their faces nearly touching, and spreads her legs. He flexes his hands, because even at his most furious he still wants her. She is his wife and his queen. She banishes her clothing so she’s spread out before him, hair piled high and jewelry glinting around her neck. “What are you going to do about it?”

He kisses her hard enough to bruise, and Hera crosses her legs around his back, urging him closer. “Why are you doing this?” he hisses, mouthing at her neck, because he hates her even as he loves her, hates her because he loves her, and loves her because he hates her.

She waits until he’s inside her to lick the shell of his ear and whisper, “My child, or no child at all, husband.”

When he breaks her skin with his teeth, she only laughs.

They do this to each other. Maybe they are meant to be together.


gods and monsters series part xv

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- ̗̀  plots inspired by divide // ed sheeran  ̖́-

under the cut you’ll find possible plots for every single song ( 16  )  +1 extra for supermarket flowers from the album ‘divide’ by ed sheeran. everything can, of course, be altered to your likings as these were just some of my ideas. i linked the songs so that you can be inspired a little more as you’re reading the plot!

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I’m waiting for the day to come when I’m finally tired of chasing and believing in false hopes. I’m waiting for it to come, when I’m finally able to find happiness within myself. I’m waiting for the day until I no longer have you or your name in mind. The day when I finally realize these were just all fake attachments and are plain infatuations. I’m waiting for the day when I finally learn that some things I’ve invested on you which are my time and effort, chances and opportunties, the words I’ve written for you and the pages I’ve dedicated to you, the attention you’re getting, the love, care and respect, my appreciation to all of your efforts, the I love you’s and I miss you’s, the apologies and reasons, the disappointments and arguments we usually have, the lies and truth, the kisses, hugs and cuddles, these things were all part of the lesson, that I’m growing and so are you. I’m waiting for the day when I can finally say no to love and yes to my priorities and dreams. I’m waiting for the day when I finally get to think that you’ve given me so much experience and that you were neither a mistake nor a wrong choice. I’m waiting for the day until I won’t regret these things, and that things are meant to happen because I’ve let them be. I’m waiting until our feelings both decide to finally let go without bitterness or anger between each other. I’m waiting for the day when we finally get to have the very last closure we needed in the first place. I’m waiting for it. And sooner or later, it will come someday—and that day might be today.
—  14 February 2017: A Sad Valentine’s Day piece.

its weird having symptoms that seemingly contradict at first. like i really rarely have interest in other people’s lives and i’m just not able to care about them much, but at the same time, i still desperately need their approval and am scared of what they think of me and what they might do behind my back.

it’s a lot more difficult to build relationships that you paradoxically need when you’re not naturally inclined to do the things that are considered the building blocks of them, (e.g, message people frequently, engage emotionally, etc) 

What I took from 6x16

Gideon: *tells Emma countless people and children are held captive by BF*

Emma: BUT HOOOOOOKKKKKK!

Gideon: *tells Emma he was tortured for 28 years and needs her help*

Emma: Meh.  Just get me Hook back!

Rumple and Belle: *try to explain that Gideon is disturbed by all the imprisonment and torture and that he needs her help to save the BF realm*

Emma: Hmm.  Okay, but the BF isn’t here, why should I care?  I want Hook

Rumple: *explains that if the BF comes over it would be some bad shit*

Emma: Okay, but let’s get Hook back first.  And then I guess I’ll help because she might hurt him.

Rumple: *saves Emma’s life*

Belle: *pleads for Gideon’s life*

Emma: Meh, there’s no other way, imma kill your son

S1-3 Emma would never act like this.  S1-3 Emma had compassion, and empathy, and tried to stop people without killing them.  Current Emma can barely see anything beyond her relationship with Captain Manpain.  Current Emma is a disgrace.

Dating Carl Grimes would Include:

Originally posted by carls-left-eye

  • You weren’t together at first but always going out of each other’s way to protect one another
  • Every night, sneaking in his room to sleep in his bed because the two of you can’t sleep not knowing if you’re by each other’s side
  • Carl keeps his door cracked open for you
  • It doesn’t matter how dangerous it is if one of you is going so is the other one.
  • “You have to stay here, I have to know you’re safe.”
  • “How can I sit here, when you’re out there, seconds away from being snapped up? Bite your damn tongue because I’m going with you.”
  • Carl getting annoyed at how stubborn you are
  • You getting annoyed at how stubborn Carl is
  • Not having your first kiss for the longest time because you two already knew you belonged to each other
  • Til one day you were seconds away from being bitten, Carl kissed you frantically but slowly from both the adrenaline but also the fear of losing you
  • Rick accepting your relationship with open arms knowing that you would do anything to keep his family safe
  • Straightening his Sheriff hat every now and then
  • Insisting on wearing one of his shirts whenever on a run
  • “I might die today, I need to wear something of yours.”
  • Judith taking a particular liking to you and crying every time you try to put her down
  • Holding Judith in your arms with Carl hugging you from behind
  • “Y’all look like a mini family, it’s seriously creepy.”
  • Sharing comic books and getting in arguments over the plot and character
  • Sometimes you two are quiet, basking in each other’s company. Other times you’re loud, so loud that Rick wants to come and warn you two to stop jabbering on and on but then he realizes you’re just kids. Just kids.
  • Holding hands at the dinner table and all of your family poking fun and teasing you
  • “If you’re gonna kiss, can I at least finish my meal before puking it all backup?”
  • “I didn’t know toddlers were allowed to date.”
  • Both of you blushing really hard whenever someone comments on how cute you are
  • Everything in your life feels rushed and chaotic with walkers roaming the Earth and the constant need for supplies but you two make each other feel sane
  • When on runs, you and Carl love to place bets
  • “5 walkers.”
  • “No way, it’s an abandoned Walmart. Gotta be at least 10.”
  • “You’re on.”
  • “Bet I can clear the house before you can.”
  • “Ha, yeah, in your dreams Grimes.”
  • Pouting when Carl ends up winning the bets you two place
  • “Aw c’mon (Y/N). Don’t pout.”
  • Being able to be a kid while around each other
  • It’s almost unlikely to see you two have PDA in front of anyone else besides hand holding or small kisses on the cheek
  • “Wait wait before we go.”
  • “We’re almost 10 minutes late, we need to haul ass.”
  • “Okay but give me a kiss first.”
  • Sharing a room in Alexandria because no one can separate you two, and no one even wanted to try
  • Carl being protective when Ron comes over
  • “I’m not saying I hate him, but I’m saying if there was a piece of cake and him dangling off of a cliff… then I hope that cake is chocolate.”
  • “Carl!”
  • Kissing Carl in front of Enid then turning to look at her with an eyebrow raised
  • “Are you claiming territory or something?”
  • “Nope… just showing my love.” :)
  • Pushing you behind his back whenever Negan comes to collect from Alexandria
  • “Now whose thing lil thing?”
  • “Don’t fucking touch her.”
  • Carl didn’t want to see you for a while after the whole incident with his eye til you burst the door down and yelled at him
  • “I don’t give a damn what the hell happened and you can keep trying to block me out but I’m going to keep fighting because we’ve gotten this far and you’re not going to be the reason we break up. I can’t do this without you.”
  • Changing his bandaged and kissing his forehead
  • Carl being shy about how his eye looks
  • Assuring Carl is still as handsome as he was before
  • “You’re still that annoying boy I am very much in love with.”
  • You keep on reminding him to cut his hair even though you love it when it’s long
  • Sneaky kisses behind shelves
  • Trying to find pudding, comic books, or candy bars on runs 
  • “(Y/N), stay back”
  • “You stay back.”
  • Being each other’s first time
  • Feeling on top of the world when he smiles at you
  • Loving the shit out of each other
makeshift chemistry. (m)

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Smut + College!Yoongi

Word Count: 6,740 

Description: Fleeting lust was all you’d ever known, nothing serious or long lasting, just a temporary fix to satisfy your needs. That is until you meet Min Yoongi who is determined to put an end to your binge of makeshift relationships.

Makeshift: to be temporary; sufficient for the time being

Originally posted by chan-lay

“What do you mean you don’t wanna see me anymore!?”

He was staring at you from across the table, a shocked look covering his face, like you’d just told him the world was going to end.

“It means I don’t want to see you anymore…” You say it as if it’s the most obvious thing ever, which leaves him baffled.

“How could you do this so suddenly like—”

You would let him finish, but honestly you knew where he was heading with this, and you just wanted to cut his dramatics short.

“Listen Minjae, we went out on one date, and hooked up right after, and if I’m being honest I never expected to see you again after that, but then out of nowhere you corner me while I was just trying to enjoy a simple cup of coffee before class, talking about how I haven’t answered your texts. This was just something to satisfy both of our needs, but I guess you wanted something more, and I’m sorry I didn’t know that.”

You stood up from your seat, watching his face morph into a look of pity. You grabbed your coffee, and stopped next to his chair, where you placed a hand on his shoulder.

“I promise one day you’ll find someone who appreciates your sweet loving making techniques a lot more than I did.”

You give him a gentle squeeze before walking away, as you left him to soak in the backhanded compliment you’d just given him. His soft and sweet approach to having sex just didn’t do it for you, and even if it had, it was still always just going to be temporary; because that’s what all your relationships ever were.

A simple lust-filled fix, that’s all you ever wanted. There didn’t have to be strings, or commitment involved, not to say that you were opposed to that sort of thing, it’s just that no one’s ever been able to keep your interest for very long. It always started out nice sure, but then after the second or third time of being with the person you’re kind of just… over it. You knew how awful that sounded, but it was just how you were when it came to relationships.

It was all just makeshift chemistry in your mind.

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A relationship with Saeran

wow this got longer than i planned oopsies. anyway, enjoy this headcanon of what a relationship with Saeran might entail~ (requests are open!)


  • okay, so to start off, you need p-a-t-i-e-n-c-e
  • Saeran has had a really shitty life, and not many people have shown him affection
  • So he definitely has to get used to you as a person before wanting to accept physical affection
  • but when he does, this boy will cuddle you all. the. time.
  • not that you’re complaining, because who would?
  • he would be reluctant to show physical affection or any affection in public at first
  • he probably won’t ever want to cuddle with you in public, but he could go for some nice ol’ hand-holding
  • probably would eventually go for slinging an arm around your shoulders at some point, if only to emphasize the fact that he’s with you and you’re not single
  • on that note, he would be afraid of losing you
  • so, he could seem ridic jealous at some point, most likely when his self esteem and confidence is being sucked down the drain
  • of course, you wouldn’t and shouldn’t put up with violent, controlling, and possessive behaviour
  • but it would be a good idea to gently reassure him that you love him so! goddamn much
  • bring this boy anywhere and everywhere
  • he hasn’t been able to have many fun experiences with things like parks, the beach, lakes, amusement parks, etc etc, and you should definitely give him those experiences
  • he would love it even more because you’re with him tbh
  • not that he would ever let you know, hell no
  • when he has nightmares, if he wakes up angry, give him a pillow to punch
  • if he wakes up scared or sad, ask if it’s okay to touch him, and if the answer is yes, rub his back and hold his hand. maybe pet his hair a litle.
  • he likes that
  • also get him some warm milk and honey with extra honey and make sure he’s calmly asleep before going back to bed
  • when Saeyoung pisses him off, yes, you are the intermediary
  • if Saeyoung pulls a prank on Saeran, you should definitely help Saeran get back at him
  • just give this boy the love he deserves okay?
  • okay.
{ red velvet }

pairing: thomas jefferson x reader

t/w: none!

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part one // part two // part three // part four // part five


four. 

To Thomas, the days without you seemed to stretch on forever. Thomas woke up with the initial thought to text you, call you and ask about how your day was, try to convince you to quit your job at the cafe you worked at, but he couldn’t. You two were on a break. Now was your time to think.

Think.

It felt pointless. He knew what he wanted, but he wanted to make sure you knew what you wanted.

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The Excuse [1/1]

A/N: I honest to God have no idea what this is. This article came across my newsfeed and my brain did that thing (every writer in this fandom knows what I mean) and with enabling from one @xpumpkindumplingx, this came about even though I haven’t updated TMTC since October (still working on that, btw). Again, no idea what this is. It is teacher/student so if that’s not your jam feel free to give it a hard pass. The events that happen would not happy in real life but… fiction, right? Many thanks to @spartanguard for looking over this for me!

Rated: T
FFNET | AO3 (will post when AO3 decides to bloody cooperate) 


Killian Jones had seen many excuses for late assignments in his short teaching career but the one currently sitting in his inbox was by far the most extensive he had ever seen.


Killian Jones had seen many excuses for late assignments in his short teaching career.

A death in the family (a viable one, of course, except that one student whose grandmother died eight times in one semester) or the fact they were in a family member’s wedding and completely forgot about the assignment, even though every assignment he gave was on the course syllabus his students received on the first day of class. There was the one where they thought it was due another week (again, his course syllabus had the dates for all assignments) and the trickster excuse that it was showing in their sent email but not his inbox - like he was the seventy-year-old Mrs. Lucas who didn’t know how e-mail worked. Sickness of some sort was another one, although he doubted the one student had really had walking pneumonia but been able to drink his fellow classmates under the table that same night at the football game. His personal favorites were the dog had eaten their ten-page research essay and a tv show had left them emotionally compromised. He watched Doctor Who as well and while he could sympathize with their pain after the Doomsday episode, it still wasn’t a practical excuse.

But the one currently sitting in his inbox was by far the most extensive he had ever seen.

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anonymous asked:

You talked before about when Viktor fell in love with Yuuri but when did Yuuri fell in love with Viktor?

It’s highly probable that Yuuri had a romantic crush on Victor for years before the start of the anime. Just look at that face.

Now people can argue that his heart is pounding just because he’s thrilled his idol is there and that he gets the chance to work with him. I’ve seen people question whether or not Yuuri has romantic feelings for Victor at all because of how soundly he rejects his advances. (Like when he tells Victor he doesn’t want him as a boyfriend.)

But consider what happened at the banquet.

Yuuri didn’t just go up to Victor and fanboy him. He didn’t ask to take pictures with him or pester him for an autograph. Nope. While Yuuri was drunk, he seduced Victor. He tried to grind on him.

I don’t know about you, but personally, my hips are not inspired to move for anyone I am not sexually attracted to.

Alcohol does this (sometimes) wonderful thing where it removes inhibitions that hold you back from going for what you really want. Yuuri liked Victor from the beginning. At the very minimum, he found Victor attractive enough to want to get physical with him.

But was he in love?

I don’t think it’s possible for Yuuri to have truly loved someone he didn’t really know as a person. He might have loved the idea of Victor Nikiforov - a beautiful face in a magazine - but Yuuri couldn’t have loved the real Victor.

To me, this is why Yuuri rejected Victor’s advances at first. He didn’t know the guy. Add to that the fact that he’s shy and an extremely private person, and it’s understandable that he wouldn’t want to jump into a relationship with someone he only knows from a magazine.

Yuuri is the type of person who needs time to come to term with his own feelings.

But here. Right. There. *points at screecap above*

That’s the face.

This screencap is from Episode 4 after we see Victor and Yuuri’s friendship truly beginning to blossom. Yuuri says in this scene: “Please, God. Give me Victor’s time, if only just for now.” 

Pretty damn sure that’s the face of a man falling in love.

If Yuuri was only praying for Victor’s time as his coach, we would have just had more training montage shown to us. Why show a picture of Yuuri with flushed cheeks and wavering eyes with soft romantic light flooding the frame? He looks like he’s realizing something there. He’s having a moment.

So yeah. I think his feelings are made very apparent in Episode 4 and that those feelings are real. Not just a crush. Because Yuuri really does know Victor at this point. They’re friends, and the feelings have deepened naturally from there.

anonymous asked:

Honestly after all these years I'm still disappointed Sakura never had a showdown against sasuke. Like at least then I could've respected sasusaku a bit more? All I needed was for her to just put her foot down ONCE against him and just say "NO". I feel like it would've been much better development for Sakura's character. Imagine at the kage summit instead of naruto swooping in to save her she could've just reached up and grabbed sasuke's wrist and like kicked him off of her or something!

NB to people who may or may not find this in search: since the Anon already wrote “sasusaku” this might show up if you search “sasusaku”, that’s not my fault. I’m not crosstagging intentionally. I suggest searching with the # in front, this is a little thing that will generally improve your results when searching. Anti-SS content follows!

One thing I’ve noticed about people who are sincere SS shippers and create fan content (not dark content, that is, happy content) is that Sakura is herself, that is, she’s the Sakura we recognize from when Sasuke isn’t around, instead of just being a blushing, submissive mess 24/7, like she is in canon whenever she interacts directly with Sasuke.

I don’t think Sakura was ready to face down Sauce at the Kage summit–either in terms of her emotional development or her ninja strength–but oooooh did I want Sakura to get angry when Sasuke pulled that “Kakashi, you’re as useless as Sakura now” bullshit. Like… excuse me, Mr. Won the Genetic Lottery, Powered Up on Ninja Steroids, and Blessed By a Literal God, sorry that Sakura didn’t get any of those deals, but if you weren’t paying attention, Naruto would be dead if it wasn’t for Sakura, and if Madara injures you, what exactly the fuck are you planning on doing? Karin ain’t around for you to bite.

Like… when people say “Oh, Sasuke is being harsh, but he’s just telling it like it is” NO. Have none of you played MMORPGs? If so, and you play a wizard-class character who is a glass cannon, do y’all tell the pure healer character before you go into a boss battle “Shut up, I’m directing here, you’re useless”?

No, you don’t do that, because healing is not useless, what the actual fuck is everyone smoking, everybody knows you kill the cleric first!!!!

Anyway I just want Sakura to have some fucking self-respect after all she’s worked for and all she’s accomplished WITHOUT genetic superpowers OR perverted snake bastards giving her drugs OR literal alien gods giving her power-ups and say “FUCK YOU, Sasuke, if you were a REAL leader who had an ounce of intelligence, you’d realize that I am extremely useful in this situation and you damn well should be GLAD that you have a healer around at all, let alone a healer that also can tank FFS.”

But we don’t get nice things.

And then we get Naruto Gaiden, where not only does Sakura not push to contact Sasuke and demand he teleport home every couple of years to see his kid for half an hour–is that too much to ask?–but gives absolutely no pushback when he publicly snubs her request for a goodbye kiss, hardly an unreasonable request to make of the supposed love of your life whose kid you’ve been raising solo for a decade. “Oh but Sasuke isn’t like that.” Bitch, Sakura is like that, why can’t Sakura’s emotional needs in this relationship ever come first? Why can’t Sasuke bend even the tiniest amount for her, when she’s folded so much for him she’s practically origami?

Anyway. I don’t hate the SS in the ending because of who is in it, and I definitely don’t hate SS shippers; I hate canon SS because of how it’s written, because of what is actually on the page in the manga. More than anything else, canon SS feels like a punishment of Sakura for friendzoning Naruto and a warning to all girls who might friendzone Nice Guys. “Don’t be like this,” Kishimoto warns. “See what happens if you choose the handsome asshole?”

"Actually, can I ride you?"

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Also I am a child what am I doing with my life and this is my first fic and i can’t write if my life depended on it so ignore the mistakes also I haven’t reread it so :c
Tags?: SMUT (yes we r all sinners oops), masturbation, high school au I guess, riding and idk I kinda forgot what happens haha
Anyway read it if u want here we go.

Dan and Phil were in school. They hated it. They were both bullied for being gay. They were both teased for their relationship. They hated everything about to school. It felt like them vs the world, like everyone was against them. It was lunch and dan and Phil were both sat outside on the bench under the tree which was their usual spot. “Do you still want to come over tonight?” Dan asked while cuddled up to Phil. “Ye.” Phil relied. “You might as well stay the night, I’ll ask my mum.” Dan said as he grabbed his phone and texted his mum. She replied within minutes. Phil had a really good relationship with dans parents. They were always polite and it felt like home, he could just walk in whenever he wanted and it wouldn’t be questioned. “She says sure.” Dan said with a smile. “I’ll go home first and then I’ll come over because I need to get my stuff.” They spent the rest of lunch enjoying being in each other company. The bell rang and they went off to their lessons.

Dan came home and slung his bag on his bed. He immediately got changed and made sure his room was presentable enough for Phil, not that Phil would care but it felt like the right thing to do. After he had finished tidying dan received a text from Phil saying “Hey, I’m just gonna do the dishes and wait for my mum to come home from work so she can drive me because i really can’t be bothered walking. I’ll be an hour max. Xx <3” Dan smiled and replied. Dan thought he would use the time he had left logically. Dan, after all is a teen, and Dan and Phil hadn’t had sex yet. Which is obviously understandable, they had made out(a lot) and on a few incidents they had come in their pants but haven’t had sex. He figured that because he didn’t want to make it awkward when he enviably got a boner while they were sleeping next to each other he would quickly sort himself before Phil got there. To try and prevent and awkward situations.

Dan rushed to his room where his laptop was, took off his super tight ripped jeans, with struggle. And he proceeded to remove the rest of his clothes and opened his laptop. He searched for some gay porn and propped his laptop at the perfect angle, throwing his head back. He was already hard, Gotta love being a teenager. He poured some lube onto his hand and slightly stroked his now extremely hard dick. Using whatever lube was left on his hand he began fingering himself with one finger. Lot long after he added another, and another.

Phil opened the door and walked in, surprised Dan wasn’t downstairs waiting for him like he usually is. He assumed dan was in his room and just hadn’t heard him so he sprinted up the stairs and turned left then stopped as he started hearing small whimpers almost moans coming from the room at the end of the hall, Dans room. He slowly walked to his door and pushed it open to reveal dan completely naked spread out on his bed, his fingers up his ass, laptop open and releasing moans. Dan somehow still hadn’t noticed the surprise visitor at the door, too busy pushing his fingers in and out of his ass quickly. Phil could feel himself harder than ever and pulsing inside his jeans. “Preparing for me, are we?” Phil said with a smirk, he didn’t really know what happened he just kind of blurted it out. Dans eyes shot open his cheeks burning red from the heat, hair sticking to his forehead. He yelped. Grabbed his quilt to cover himself and shut his laptop as quick as he could. Phil walked over to dan. It felt like it was in slow motion Phil removed his shoes and his pants, his t-shirt slowly following. Dan was still in complete shock and unable to tear his eyes away from the huge bulge in Phils boxers. Phil sat at the end of the bed and pulled of the quilt before getting on top of dan and locking their lips. At this point dan didn’t care anymore and devoted all his attention to the present. Kissing Phil felt amazing like every time they kissed sparks flew. Dan began tugging at the band of Phils boxers before pulling them off completely and tossing them to the side. “Lube?” Phil asked out of breath. “Top drawer.” Dan replied also out of breath. Phil broke apart their kiss to reach over and grab the lube. He poured onto his hand and spread all over his dick. “Are you ready?” Phil said still on top of dan. “Actually, can I ride you?” Dan asked shyly turning even brighter red which he didn’t think was possible. Phil nodded and rolled over so he was on his back laying next to dan. Dan sat up and looked at Phil who was smirking at him. Dan lifted one leg over him so his ass kinda lined up with phils dick. He put his hands either side of Phil to stabilise himself. “I’m ready, are you?” Dan asked. Phil moaned and nodded in response because even the thought of dan riding him was enough to send pulses straight to his throbbing dick. Dan lowered himself onto Phil slowly as soon as they made contact Phil whined in pleasure and couldn’t help to let a few moans escape his mouth. Dans eyes shut quickly as he pushed further and further down. Dan stopped when he reached the base of Phils cock. He lifted himself up an slowly building a rhythm. phil was completely gone, a moaning mess. Dan picked up the pace slowly but surly and making sure to keep trying to angle himself so that phil would hit his prostate. And there it was, dan moaned and screamed in absolute pleasure. Phil smiled because he knew he had just hit his prostate. Dan stayed at this angle moving even faster. Hitting his prostate every time. “Da…Dan I’m gonn….gonna come!” Phil groaned. “D…do yyyou want to stop?” Phil continued. “No phil, IIII don’t care please cum for me. In me.” Dan replied in absolute awe. “I think I’m clo…close too phil.”
Phil took this as a sign to start stroking dans dick which was throbbing and leaking, this made dan scream once again. “DANNNN!” Phil yelled as he came into dan, dan still bouncing on Phil helping him ride out his orgasm. As Phil finished than couldn’t hold it any longer and he came hard onto Phils chest and hand. Dan finished and rolled of Phil to lay down next to him. “Sorry.” Dan replied looking at Phil covered in his cum. “Don’t be it’s fine. It was more than fine actually it was hot as hell if I’m being honest.” Phil replied making them both laugh.

They stood up and started to dress, Phil looked over at his incredibly hot boyfriend who was still flustered and he could already feel himself getting hard again. Dan spotted Phil looking at him and he smiled back and he looked down and saw his boyfriend was completely hard. “Round 2?” Dan asked giggling. “Fuck. I hate being a teen.” Was all phil could reply with as he locked their lips. “I’ve never been more happy about the fact that my parents work late.” Dan chuckled. “Shut up and take of your boxers.” Phil replied both of them laughing so much that it hurt.

***************** Okay so why r people actually reading this I’m so confused aha thanks I guess
elle’s ‘I-have-read-it-more-than-once-and-will-do-so-again’ Kingsman multi-ship rec list

Exactly what the title says

End on an Exhale by @insanereddragon - M, Merhartwin

Harry sits down beside him, heedless of the dew or the grass, and picks up the crumpled pack. Eggsy finally looks over at him as he lights up and pulls in his first lungful.

“This ain’t a mission.”

Harry glances at him from the side. “Not mine, but I don’t think you’re done with yours yet. So we’ll stay here until you are.”

OR

A series of moments in Harry, Eggsy, and Merlin’s relationship in which they are smoking.

So in real life I am very meeeh about smoking. But I won’t pretend I don’t find it hot. I am sure I am not the only one.

fuck me a rainbow by @tastymoves - E, Hartwin

“I want to try them.” He grins his cheekiest grin. “Repeatedly.”

“You make a compelling case, Eggsy. However, I do have to finish up here first so you might need to be a little more patient.”

Another groan from Eggsy. “That’s what I get for fucking the boss.”

“Getting fucked by the boss is more like it, isn’t it?” Harry responds as he turns his attention back to his laptop like it’s not half-buried in color changing condoms.

The perfect mix of funny and hot, do yourself a favor and go read this. Seriously, it’s intimate smut at his best.

Every Step You Take by LapisLazuli - E, Hartwin, Merlahad, Merhartwin

The day that Harry’s aesthetic appreciation of Eggsy became active want was a result of nothing remarkable. He had gone to speak with Merlin, who was monitoring a training session for the Lancelot candidates, and happened to glance down at the monitor just as Eggsy finished annihilating a series of long-distance targets on the range. He stood up, pushing his goggles back on his forehead, and positively beamed, his joy in the achievement as bright as the sun, and Harry actually felt his breath stutter in his lungs. Something about the combination of deadliness and innocence that Eggsy embodied so effortlessly simply reached right down into Harry’s chest and squeezed, and he could do nothing to prevent the sharp wave of lust that crashed over him.

That one is VERY hot okay. Just. Unf. Unf unf unf

My Love’s a Revolver by @fangirlasplosian - E, Merlahad

After certain kinds of missions, Harry Hart has two sure-fire ways to deal with pent-up adrenaline: Get pissed, or get laid. Unfortunately, the one time he takes someone home he’s interested in seeing again, he turns out to be a new coworker. A coworker with rules about about sleeping with colleagues.

Being a gentleman, Harry will respect Merlin’s boundaries. But the more they work together and get to know each other, the harder Harry finds it to keep propriety in check.

Red is the one who recced it to me a few months ago but by the gods am I glad she did. It is everything one might wish of a Merlahad story

Care and Custody by  esama  - T, Hartwin

Eggsy takes out the medal in slightly worse circumstances, asking for a miracle.

It is just such a good fix-it and an interesting AU of what could have happened if some things had been slightly different.

The Courting of Eggsy Unwin by @zombiisheep - E, Harry/Eggsy/Mark Darcy

How were there TWO Harry Harts? Eggsy couldn’t even handle one!

But then how was Harry standing in front of this cafe when he was supposed to be all the way in Brussels on an ambassador mission with Arthur?

Eggsy soon discovers that there is still a lot to learn about Harry Hart, starting with the fact that he has a twin brother, a one Mr. Mark Darcy. And Mark may share Harry’s face, but that’s where the similarities end. Where Harry is slick and charismatic, Mark is awkward and endearing. But for all of the charm Mark lacks, Eggsy can’t help but find himself falling for the bumbling barrister.

But when Harry returns and discovers that not only has his young protege has fallen for someone other than him (he may have been giving Eggsy the impression that he wasn’t interested, whoops), but it’s his estranged goody two shoes brother. The war for Eggsy’s heart begins, but none of them can plan for how it turns out.

(It ends with all three together, that’s where)

If twincest isn’t your thing, don’t read this. But if you don’t mind, zomg, go read this.

the canvas can do miracles by @sententiousandbellicose - T, Hartwin

After Kentucky, Harry will never be a knight again, but that doesn’t mean he’s lost everything. He still has the sea. He still has Eggsy. He just needs Eggsy to remind him of that. (In which Harry runs away and Eggsy waits for him to come back home.)

This story is just omg SO GOOD. It’s Harry-centric and everything I didn’t know I wanted to read about until Reg put it in words.

The Whole Truth by @oggalahad - G, Hartwinrox

Truth serum has never been perfected to actually get to the truth, and Eggsy is an expert at rambling about nothing.

A funny and sweet truth serum fic. What’s not to like?

Rainy Nights by LittleMissHara - T, Harroxy

Sometimes he just wondered a little too much, & she’d just tell him to stop, & that was perfectly okay.

Short but oh so very beautifully written

Written In the Stars by @potentiality-26 E, Hartwin

Harry blinked and said, “Eggsy,” with warmth but undeniable surprise.

Though he had anticipated exactly this reception, Eggsy barely managed to keep his face from falling. Harry never seemed anything but pleased by Eggsy’s visits, but the fact that he plainly expected to see less of Eggsy hurt. Eggsy suspected that Harry disapproved but was too kind to say so, and Harry would never have let good manners stop him from telling Eggsy where he was going wrong before; it was just one more sign that the ties that had bound them together for so long were unraveling

Eggsy becomes a knight. It doesn’t simplify his relationship with his master as much as he hoped it might.

It’s a Hartwin Star Wars AU where Eggsy was Harry’s padawan and they have a bond even after Eggsy becomes a Knight. OF COURSE I LOVE THAT BLOODY FIC AND I READ IT AGAIN AND AGAIN OKAY! (heck i dream of it having a sequel one day T^T) Also damn, it’s written by potentiality-26. I’ve never not like one of their fic.

Little Princess by @persephoneggsy - G, Hartwin

Harry Hart, a.k.a. Arthur, finds himself competing with a seven-year-old for Eggsy’s (a.k.a. Guinevere’s) affections. And then he receives help from the last place he expected.

That fic is just bloody adorable okay? Read this. You won’t regret it.

Out of Left Field by VillaKulla - M, Hartwin, Roxlin

“Now there was just one more thing,” Merlin said, addressing the sweaty, bedraggled, footballers clustered around him. “There’s been a change of ref.”

Eggsy and the rest of the UK Kingsmen looked at their coach expectantly and he raised his eyebrows.

“Harry Hart.”

Look, I don’t care about sport. And yet I devoured that story because it’s so much more than this and the sport in it just make it all more rich.

Not Good, Doesn’t Mean Bad by @anarchycox - M, Harroxy

Harry and Roxy have broken up, but now a mission has them playing a happy couple. It is very easy to pretend to be in love, when you never stopped.

While I completely adore the Knitter Eggsy Verse and everyone should go read it NOW, I decided to rec this Harroxy fic instead because DAMN we need more Harroxy and this one is just so good! Harry is an idiot, but he’s lucky Roxy is more than ready to think for him.

Fue un flechazo

2,36pairing: Jaime Reyes/Blue Beetle x Reader

relationship: romantic

request: no

plot: Jaime and Reader have know from working together in the team, it goes through the stages of the relationship. 

key: (Y/N) = your name. (H/N) = hero name. 

words: 2,369

A/N: Please forgive me if any of the Spanish is wrong, or if this is offensive or if I get something wrong. Some of this will be based on research, and google translate (which is not the best), so please, if you feel like I need to change something then please tell me. From what I’ve researched, Fue un flechazo means ‘love at first sight’, please correct me if this is wrong.  Also, I might make this a series? Like do every bit in more depth? Or maybe a part two? Idk yet. But tell me what you think!


December 1st, 2015 - The First Meeting.

“(H/N).” Turning to look at her team leader, the frown on (Y/N)’s face turned into a small smile as she let her hands fall to her sides from their former crossed position as she walked towards Nightwing and her other teammates, as well as what seemed to be a new member of the team. If she recalled correctly, his name was Blue Beetle and he was Ted Kord’s successor.

“Nightwing, Wonder Girl.” Looking the boy up and down, there was much left to the imagination as his armour covered him very well, but as he pulled back his mask and his face was revealed a rush of blood went up to the young girl’s cheeks, causing a small blue to show on her cheeks. He was certainly handsome, in her opinion anyway, and she felt an undeniable attraction to him then and there, but it was an innate attraction that she couldn’t quite explain.

“Jaime Reyes, this girl has roused a physiological change within you. Your pupils have become dilated, your heart rate has increased a considerable amount, and you are perspiring more than you previously have been. These are all signs of attraction. This is dangerous. She will be a distraction.” Rolling his eyes under his mask, Jaime mentally cursed at Khaji Da and started to mutter under his breath, telling the scarab on his back to shut up and back off, as he retracted his own mask.

Though, he couldn’t deny that he was telling the truth. The girl in front of him was absolutely stunning, her face wasn’t yet hidden behind a mask and he could see the same reactions in her towards him that he towards her (though he had some help from Khaji Da when it came to that) and he was undeniably attracted to the girl, though he wasn’t quite sure because it was only their first meeting after all.

“Who’s this?” Her voice was sweet and it cut through his thoughts, bringing him back to reality once again. “I’m Jaime Reyes.” ‘That was not a smart decision Jaime Reyes, you should not have told the girl your real name’. Holding his hand out, he smiled as (Y/N) reached her own hand to take his in a firm handshake.

“(Y/N)”.

January 1st 2016 - The Team Notices

Running her hand through her newly freed hair, as she usually wears a wig as part of her disguise, a yawn passed through (Y/N)’s lips and a smirk crawled onto her face as she watched Jaime and Beast Boy. “Come on now boys, play nice.” She placed a hand on Jamie’s shoulder and smiled at the boy.

‘Jaime Reyes, your body is still reacting to (Y/N) like it is your first time meeting her. Shall I release some hormones to try and control this.’ “No, leave things alone.” Muttering to the scarab, Jaime looked to his friends with slightly wide eyes as he realised (Y/N) had raised her eyebrow at him due to him, once again, talking to himself, “I was talking to Khaji Da.”

Nodding a soft ‘Ahh’ left (Y/N)’s lips, “Well, you should tell Khaji Da that he needs to stop interrupting conversations.” Letting out a chuckle, Jaime turned to fully face the girl with a small smirk, “Trust me, I’ve tried. It’s not working.”

Placing a small kiss on his cheek, (Y/N) smiled, “I know. I was only teasing.” A blush rose onto Jamie’s cheeks as he absently reached up to touch his cheek where she had kissed him  before she walked away, “I’m going to get changed. Wait for me and we can head back together?”

Jaimie was slightly taken back from the kiss on the cheek to vocalise a reply and so he only slowly nodded while (Y/N) let out a giggle, a small blush forming on her own cheeks as she saw how he reacted as she never imagined him reacting like that.

A sly smirk spread across the lips of Garfield as he watched the interaction and he rose an eyebrow as he lightly punched Jaime in the shoulder, bringing him out of his daze to rub his arm where he was hit. “What the hell? What was that for ese?”

Nodding towards the girl as she disappeared down the hall, Garfield crossed his arms over his chest and scoffed in disbelief, “Can you be any more obvious?” Jaime’s eyes filled with confusion as his face contorted to match them, “What are you talking about?”

“You have a thing for (Y/N)!” Now Jaime scoffed, rolling his eyes he defensively crossed his arms over his chest and looked away from his green friend, “No I don’t.” Now Jaime could hear Nightwing chuckling from his position at the computer system as he started tackling the mission report.

“Jaime, you’ve had a thing for her since you meet her last month!” Letting out a puff of breath, Jaime didn’t believe what he was hearing, yeah he knew he was attracted to her but that didn’t mean that the others had to know about it! But apparently he wasn’t very discreet about it.  “Don’t worry about it, she has a thing for you too.”  This caused Jaimes original blush, that was only small and on his cheeks, to flare up and cover his entire face.

As she walked towards the room where all the clothes and suits were kepts, (Y/N) was joined by Bumblebee and M’Gann who had mischievous smirks on their faces as they both looked at the girl, which made her sigh and ask the question that had been hanging in the air for a while, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Oh it’s nothing.” A small giggle passed M’Ganns lips as she continued, “We were just talking about how you have a thing for Blue Beetle.” Stopping dead in her tracks, (Y/N) stared at the two girls with a mortified blush on her face due to the fact that they had worked it out.

“How the hell did you figure that out?” With a shrug of her shoulders, Karen answered this time, “Oh just the way you stare at him when you think no one’s looking, the smiles that you share only with him, oh, and the blush on your face just now confirmed it.” With a roll of her eyes, (Y/N) let out a scoff and looked to the girls, “I’m not blushing.”

That was a lie, (Y/N) felt like her face was on fire with the way it heated up when they revealed they knew about her silly little crush, and that’ all she thought it was. A silly little school girl crush.

“Sure you’re not.” And with that, the three girls walked in silence to the changing room.

By the time (Y/N) had returned to the training area, Jaime was as red as a tomato due to the teasing he had to endure from Nightwing, L’Gann and Garfield and (Y/N)’s face almost matched his due to the teasing she had gotten from M’Gann and Karen and as the two left together, the five that had been teasing them stood with a smirk on their face.

“So, who wants to bet on how long it takes for them to get together?”

March 30th 2016 - The First Reunion

(Y/N) had found herself distraught over the small time that Jaime had been gone, mainly because he wasn’t gone simply because he needed a break but because he was kidnapped by a man the team once considered an ally. Someone they trusted. So, she sat in the bioship, making sure it was ready for when the team completed the mission instead of fighting, her emotions would just get in the way and made it more likely for her to lose control of her powers.

Once L’Gann brought Jaime back to the bioship (after been blown back by his own power and the power of the Black Beetle they had encountered), she rushed to him and wrapped her arms around him, careful not to hug him to tightly and to be mindful of his injuries. He returned the hug, bringing her in closer to himself as he did. “I’m so glad you’re okay Blue.”

Pulling back from him, she looked over his body, even though it was protected, for any obvious signs of injury. “Are you hurt?” Smiling at the girl, Jaime shook his head ‘no’, even though he was sure he had some bruising and some fractures, so he wouldn’t worry the girl. “I’m okay.”

As she smiled back, “I’m glad.” Leaning forward, she kissed the boy on his protected cheek, which caused him to blush but it was blocked by the armor on his skin. As they travelled back to base, Jaime lay with his head on (Y/N)’s lap at her request and the two talked to distract themselves of what just happened as the rest of the team looked on with soft smiles.

June 13th 2016 - Fighting

Neither (Y/N) or Jaime had seen this coming, he had previously betrayed the team and knocked them all out so he could get the crystal key and then he lied about it. Then he seemed to be all buddy-buddy with the enemy, the Reach, even appearing at their conference. It was almost like he was acting a puppet and not himself.

Now, they were fighting. Khaji Da was easily able to use Jaime to subdue Batgirl and Impulse, but (Y/N) was harder to take down due to the fact that her powers were rooted in magic and the scarab had a weakness when it came to magic. So, with the help of Rocket she was able to trap Jaime in a bubble of magic that he couldn’t break.

“I’m sorry, this has to be done. You are out of control Blue.” It appeared that Jaime had looked at the girl, but she knew it was only the scarab and that Jaime had no control of his actions at the minute.  

June 14th 2016 - The Second Reunion

(Y/N) stayed with Zatana in the temple of Isis as the team dealt with Green Beetle, she was tired but she knew she could persevere for the sake of Jaime. With her hands placed on the ground, she focused and started to chant alongside Zatana, giving Zatana whatever power she had left to complete the ritual.

(Y/N) had gone into a trance like state and so she ignored the fighting around her, and has no memories of what happened during the spell, but she knows that when she came through, Jaime was back. He was himself again and this time he hugged her first, wrapping his arms around her waist and lifting her off the ground and into his chest, whispering gentle ‘I’m sorry’s’ as he did and nuzzling his head into her shoulder slightly.

June 16th 2016 - The First Kiss

It had been a few days since they had gotten Jaime back to normal, a few days since the display at the temple and yet (Y/N) could still feel Jaimes arms around her as she sat atop her roof in El Paso, looking up at the night sky.

She honestly thought she was dreaming when she felt warm arms drape around her and when a soft voice murmured, “You’re going to get sick.” Letting out a chuckle, (Y/N) turned to Jaime with a small grin on her face as she did, “So? This night sky is worth it.”

Sitting down beside her, Jaime let out a chuckle and looked up himself, “I guess you’re right.” They both sat in silence for a while, enjoying the sight of the stars in the sky, the silence only being broken when a shooting star flew through the sky and (Y/N) quietly said, “I guess we have to make a wish.”

Turning to look at her, Jaime got lost in how she looked to him in that moment. The moon was shining down at just the right angle to make her face light up and her hair sat beautiful around her face (though she would insist it was messy) and the way her eyes sparkled as she stared out at the stars made it seem like the entire galaxy was inside them and he knew in the moment that his wish was ‘I want to marry this girl’. “Yeah, I guess we do.”

(Y/N) could feel Jaime’s eyes on her and that made a blush rise to her cheeks, she had to admit it now. What she thought was a silly school girl crush was something much more and it terrified her. Jaime was everything her mother ever wanted for her, he was everything she wanted for herself at age of 16 and she felt she was too young to know what love felt like, but from what she had been told about it she could say that that was what she was feeling.

Turning to Jaime, (Y/N) meet his stare with a small smile, “What? Have I got something on my face?” There was a playful tone to (Y/N)’s voice as she asked the question and reached up to wipe away anything that was there but that hand quickly feel away as she heard the next words from Jaime’s mouth.

“Puedo besarte?[1]” She was shocked, not because he had reverted back to Spanish, because it was normal for the two of them to switch between the languages, especially when it came to private conversations like this, but because she didn’t expect this. She could seem to find the words to say and she simply nodded yes and as Jaime leaned forward, so did she and the meet in the middle with their mouths moulding together as if they were meant for each other. And it seemed that the feeling that both had from their first meeting, that feeling of uncertain attraction had melted away into a feeling of certainty, a feeling of rightness. Like this was supposed to be.


[1] Can/May I kiss you?

anonymous asked:

i might be uhh stupid but why does everyone quote the metamorphosis line abt "captain, do you love the man"? i think im just missing something jdjdjdjdjgd

well, first of all, it’s an excellent description of what romantic love should be, and secondly, it really describes the kirk and spock relationship so well!

is he important to you? more important than anything? is he as though he were a part of you?”

let’s break it down.

“is he important to you?” we all know how important spock is to kirk. he says “i need you, spock” in Operation: Annihilate, and “i need him” (him being spock) in TMP. i don’t need to pull in more citations – we know spock is important to kirk.

“more important than anything?” well, what means a lot to kirk? the enterprise, his career, his family. we see in TSFS kirk places the possibility (not even the certainty) that he could give spock’s soul rest above all else – he puts spock above his ship and his career. despite the loss of his son, he has no regrets about bringing spock back, which is revealed in the dialogue with sarek: “at what cost to you? your ship, your son.”

“is he as though he were a part of you?” kirk replies to sarek with “if i hadn’t tried, the cost would have been my soul.” his soul. his soul. damn! and perhaps even more significantly, he says, “it seems i have left the noblest part of myself back there on that newborn planet.”

so think of it as an equation. an equation according to kirk.

romantic love = the person being like a part of you.
kirk’s description of spock = he is like a part of me.
therefore, kirk and spock’s relationship = romantic love.