i miss this so much but i'm so glad that i had an opportunity to see it

Katie Bell: The Hogwarts Years

- Her parents were purebloods so it wasn’t much of a surprise when she got her letter
- They just hoped that she’d be a Hufflepuff like them
- On the train to Hogwarts, she got pushed around by all of the students walking through the corridors and hid in the closest train compartment
- It just happened to have Angelina and Alicia sitting in it
- The two were discussing what position they wanted to try out for on the Quidditch team
- Katie sat in silence, listening to them talk
- When she got to Hogwarts, she was so terrified because she had no one to talk to
- She almost had a heart attack when she was sorted into Gryffindor
- She knew her parents wouldn’t be disappointed in her but she didn’t think she was all that brave
- During the first meal, she forced herself to turn and start a conversation with the boy sitting next to her
- He had bright red hair and was sitting next to a boy who looked almost identical to him
- “I’m Gred” he’d introduced himself
- His brother had said “I’m Forge” while sitting down on her other side
- She’d reached for her drink and they’d out a hand on the top of her goblet
- “You might not want to do that” came from Fred
- “Just watch” George said at her curious gaze
- One, two, three beats later and the entire Great Hall was coughing up a fit
- Katie took a tentative sniff of her drink and found that it smelled of vinegar
- They’d changed all of the drinks in the Great Hall
- Into vinegar
- Katie was glad the two boys seemed to like her
- She didn’t want to get on her bad side
- “That was quite rude of you” she said as she giggled
- The effect of her scolding was cancelled out
- She spent the first year at Hogwarts being herded away from certain things by the twins, who protected her from whatever prank they’d began
- “You remind us of Ginny” they’d said when she’d asked why
- By the end of the first year she’d found herself with two new friends
- As well as the knowledge that she wasn’t exceptionally talented in magic
- But still quite competent
- Second year arrived
- And as she hopped on the train she actively searched out the twins
- In the compartment once again she found Angelina and Alicia
- The four third years were all on the Quidditch team together
- George and Fred had informed her that they’d seen Harry Potter
- Katie cried bullshit
- Angelina pointed towards Katie and, while looking at the twins, said, “I like her she doesn’t take any of your shit.”
- The twins convinced Katie to join the Quidditch team with them
- She ended up spending a lot of time with Angelina and Alicia and they became good friends
- Everyone always teased her but figured out they shouldn’t mess with her when she decked a Slytherin for messing with a first year
- Even though it was a one time thing and she was otherwise fairly tolerant and kind, people would still treat her with a little more respect
- Except for the Slytherins
- Who gave her a wide berth
- Alicia gave Katie a necklace when she started her third year
- It was her grandmothers and was going to be thrown away
- But Alicia knew Katie liked jewelry and brought it for her
- Angelina bought her a bracelet on their first visit to Hogsmeade together
- It was silver and had turquoise stones and was one of Katie’s most prized possessions
- Katie was shocked to find her mother had one that was almost identical
- So when she showed up to school after Christmas with two
- Angelina wondered if she’d been hit in the head and was seeing double
- She wasn’t
- Katie just really liked jewelry
- In her fourth year Katie spent most of it traumatized
- She was terrified of dogs
- So all of this news about “The Grim”, a black dog who was an omen of death was enough to have her sent to the hospital wing
- Angelina and Alicia did their best to keep her distracted
- And the twins tried their hardest to make her laugh
- In her fifth year, she focused extra hard on her school work
- And almost ended up being cut from the Quidditch team
- It took a lot of energy out of her
- And she ended up snapping at her friends fairly often
- They understood though
- After they got over the initial shock of calm and peaceful Katie all angry
- In sixth year
- It was a little bit sad
- Because all of her friends were leaving
- She spent a lot of time hiding in the girls bathroom
- Crying
- Especially after Alicia and Angelina discussed their job opportunities
- Which was a lot more frequently
- It only stopped once Fred had followed her to the bathroom and stopped her just before going in
- He’d taken one look at her face and pulled her in for a hug
- “It’s gonna be ok” he’d whispered
- “We’re not going to leave you. You’ll always have us around.”
- Katie laughed as she leaned back, giving him a half-hearted smile
- “I’m holding you to that.” She’d chuckled
- In seventh year, she befriended a sixth year named Leanne
- They liked to go to Hogsmeade together
- Leanne had been with Katie when she’d bought a beautiful set of earrings
- She had them in her pocket when she was cursed
- Once Katie was out of the hospital, she immediately gave the earrings to Leanne
- Katie wrote to her old friends constantly
- It was difficult though
- They were all exceptionally busy
- Katie ended up having to retake her seventh year due to all the time she’d missed
- It wasn’t pleasant
- Being in the school with Snape as headmaster
- She was almost happy when the Battle started
- Knowing that it would end one way or another
- She wasn’t as happy when it turned out that Fred couldn’t keep his promise
- She watched as George crumbled to the ground
- This was not how she’d wanted their reunion to go
- There were supposed to be tears
- But tears of happiness
- Angelina was crying as well
- Katie had to hold her up to make sure she hadn’t fainted
- Alicia and Leanne were nowhere to be found and Katie was terrified
- The end of the Battle was a relief
- Alicia and Leanne were alive
- But it was a bitter victory
- Katie ended up having to retake her seventh year a second time
- She was nineteen at this point
- And would go visit her friends as much as possible as she finished up school
- All was not well
- But most of it was

anonymous asked:

Hey, I'm not sure of you remember,but you did a thing with the group reacting to Lucio having an S/O. I was wondering f you could do the same thing, but with Soldier76(or Reaper76 if you do that). And the S/O is like Lucio's age? Love you btw😙

I love you too, random anon! Also I am so sorry but sO MANY CRADLE ROBBING JOKES 


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edftwinry  asked:

Going through the get down tag is making me angry bc every five posts is Mylene hate and I'm sick of it. Also I'm uncomfortable with how people talk about the toy box song seeing as she's probably still a minor. Anyway I'm glad you're one of the few people sticking up for her.

thank you hun <3

I fucking HATE this tbh. I hate how people always expect for her to always be the bigger person and throwing rocks at her and then acting like Shao and Zeke are babies and making excuses for their behaviors (like Mylene didnt have her own bg history).

Its like ppl are so “woke” by the racial components but they forget how amazing it is to have a WOC being portrayed as someone with ambition!!! People call her selfish and I DONT GET IT, she’s stating since day one that she has a dream and she didnt want to be w/ Zeke bc of that and he still wanted and insisted to be with her and  ppl expected her to be Zeke’s trophy gf all of sudden like???Also i see many ppl calling her out bc of how she sees the get down as not music but have they considered that hip hop wasnt a thing back then and they were creating a whole new genre so its kinda obvious that there would be ppl that wouldnt get it, especially a 17 old girl w/ stricted parents that wasnt allowed to go to parties? 

 Also lets be real for a sec: imagine that you’re a ambitious woman with the doors of you careers open and you give that guy that always liked you a chance only to see him see constantly losing or almost losing opportunities (the thing w/ papa Fuerte, how he almost lost the intership w/ that white dude, the yale incident) and not standing by your side bc of a art project that you dont even understand w/ a guy that is a drug dealer that seems to be bringing him down constantly and has no respect for her. I mean i get zeke, but i also get why Mylene is not having it, i’d probably do the same if i was in her shoes tbh

my whole point is: Mylene is the protagonist of her own story, she’s not supposed to be Zeke’s girl and she’s not supposed to sacrifice her opportunities bc of him, no matter how nice he is AND she’s not supposed to accept Shao’s bs because he had a though life. That girl tries her best and try to please everyone all the time and ppl still have the nerve to call her selfish bc god forbids, she wants to live her dream?  miss me with that 

(and im sooo sorry for the rant lmao)

anonymous asked:

Ok dnp are killing me with their holiday cuteness, are you maybe possibly *pls* thinking about writing a fic about their time in florida? All of your reality-based fics are so amazing <3

they are killing me too pal! i actually was not b/c i felt like the idea i did have was too similar to @thatsmistertoyou‘s Florida installment of the Right Where We Are series (which is great and you should read if you haven’t already), but then you said a lovely thing and also they did more and more cute things so now there is this! (this was initially meant to be a bunch of snapshots but it took longer than i thought so maybe those will come later?) (crossposted on ao3 if anyone prefers)

always wind up staying

Dan takes a deep breath, closing his eyes. He focuses on the remaining warmth of the low sun, the distant noise of seagulls - alright, not that peaceful, but better than the screaming child he can just about hear under it. He’s alone for now, Phil, Martyn and Cornelia having gone back to the shore to check out the tourist shops and maybe buy ice creams. Waves are lapping at the rocks beneath him. The wind shifts his curls.

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nobody in the world

Originally posted by peaceminus8ne

Title: nobody in the world

Pairing: Kwon Jiyong/Reader

Summary: The action of letting go was hard to some, but it was much harder when you had an option.

Delicacy, she isn’t exactly sure if it’s part of a way of dressing, acting or simply part of someone’s personality; whether the word is misused or not, that’s another thing, but she felt elegant while wearing that dress that she had worked so hard to get. Usually, she didn’t like going to parties, much less the ones with big chandeliers, hypocritical conversations and lots of drinks and meals that she couldn’t comprehend properly because they had such long names that were most likely in another language. As far as she knew, she’d prefer to be at her apartment, cuddling with her cat and earning a well deserved rest after working for so many years for the same company. Indeed, she’d love to, but at the same time, there’s no option in this case. The company had gotten the biggest deal in a good amount of years, so she had to be there to celebrate. However, she decided to keep her words to herself and spend her time on her phone, legs crossed and playing with some application that she downloaded especially for that day.

Naturally, she was a really simple girl. The only thing she wanted to do was work, more at that time. It had been rough for her a couple of months back, a relationship that she would like to forget, a few rumors here and there and it’s obvious that everyone is looking at her. She doesn’t blame them, sinning had always been the main point of view when it’s public, even when everyone does it at some point in their lives, but she knows that what she did was extremely wrong, much more when her powerful eyes look up from her phone after the words ‘game over’ shined brightly on the screen and her eyes settled over one of the most famous people in that entire party, and probably the one that individuals wanted to talk to the most. Kwon Jiyong, she knows that name perfectly well.

If she had to say a word to describe him, it would be the word that she didn’t understand and that she had mentioned earlier, delicacy. A small smile, gestures that weren’t heavy or disrespectful, hard to talk to but easy to approach and a way of hooking people up in his charming ways with only a glance. She knows it better than anyone else; she knows the way he fixes his tie delicately from time to time, how he has to take a breather to stop himself from saying something that he shouldn’t and how many secrets he hides behind those smiles of his. One of those secrets was her and it only took a divorce to have her known as the name she despised so much.

A mistress.

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anonymous asked:

a tipsy karen @ frank: "your hands are so much larger than mine"


Just a Little Touch

The wine was sweet, almost cloying. Dessert wine. Karen drank it fast to avoid the lingering taste on the tip of her tongue. It was meant to go with the absurd excuse for a wedding cake sitting in the middle of the reception, to complement the high density buttercream icing slipping off the pedestrian piece of vanilla cake on her plate. God, she hated weddings.

When Ellison had suggested she broaden her journalistic horizons she’d nodded eagerly, not knowing that meant he would push her on over into covering the “society” section of the little newspaper. She felt the underpaid little sister of TMZ writers, covering all of these social events. Galas, charity balls, and even an NYPD luncheon to raise money for widows of police officers had come across her desk. It all seemed like a lesson in humility. She wasn’t experienced, after all, and some of the other writers at the Bulletin had been ruffled by the attention Ellison gave her. She was happy to prove herself, sharpening her skills on these boring events.

But weddings… there was just something she couldn’t quite put her finger on, some feeling of disgust, derision… perhaps even jealousy (but only when everyone looked starry-eyed with happiness). She’d fought Ellison on this one, insisting that she didn’t actually need to be at the event to write about the heiress’s expensive dress, or the groom’s obvious jitters. She could have called a guest or two and just typed something up. It was a total cop-out of course, and Ellison had seen right through it.

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Summary: Five times Gaby depended on Illya’s height, and the one time he depended on hers.
Pairing: Illya Kuryakin/Gaby Teller
Rating: T
Warnings: None.
Other sites: ff and ao3

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Oh… oh my god… Guys, I’m about to go on a lil Skyrim ramble, something amazing and heartbreaking and beautiful just happened and I NEED to share it with someone.

I’ve currently got two saves running - the first one I ever made + a new one I started a few weeks ago. The first one I haven’t touched in months, maybe even years, the other one I’ve been playing non-stop since I made it. Both characters are Argonians, both have gone through the two main questlines in similar ways, but because of differences in play style, their lives have turned out vastly different.

The first one, Sanguine, is a dark green Argonian with dark red markings, all dressed up in ebony armor and one of those creepy dragon priest masks (the Nahkriin-one). While I tried to play her as a good, moral hero figure, the fact that I wanted her to specialize in heavy armor and axes made it more practical to put her in that creepy get-up, which admittedly makes her look terrifying. “Okay,” I thought, “that doesn’t make her a bad person, she just looks scary, she’s not actually evil.” So I tried to make her do the right thing, defeat Alduin and save the world, win the war so all the chaos would stop messing with innocent people’s lives … and collect the Daedric artifacts, so they wouldn’t fall into the wrong hands. And that last one? Turns out you can’t do that without doing some seriously messed-up shit like eat people and slaughter priests. “Well okay,” I thought, “Can’t make an omelette without breaking a few eggs. Gotta look at the big picture here, either this guy dies or maybe 1000 more die. Can’t wimp out now.” So I decided to let Sanguine take on the task and just do whatever it would take to collect the artifacts and make the world a better place, sacrificing her morals and hero status. In the end, she ended up doing a lot more awful things than what the Daedra made her do, all in the name of trying to rid the world of evil. She’s not welcome in most cities, only Whiterun is safe for her (and even the citizens of Whiterun tried to kill her when she was accidentally infected with vampirism, which caused a lot of killing in self-defense).

The second one, Carver, is a light green Argonian with gold markings, in gold elven light armor, wielding a dwarven sword. She never wears masks or helmets, just a pretty copper circlet. She was a fresh start, a new attempt at creating a heroic character. And this time it actually worked. I somehow found alternatives to most bad options, I never let her hunt down the Daedric artifacts, I kept her out of trouble and killed as few people as possible. It limited a lot of the quest and item opportunities, but she’s friends with pretty much everyone in every city.

So, earlier today, I was finally, after all this time, finishing up the last quest to get the last Daedric artifact on Sanguine’s save. And then suddenly, I just had them all. I got the achievement, too. And then I realized that … She was done. I had cleared every major quest, every fun side-quest, I had seen every place I had wanted to see, I had bested every enemy I’d set out to rid the world of. And what was left, was the last evil of Skyrim - Sanguine herself, who was hated and feared by all, and who had sacrificed so much to save a world that shunned her. She was invincible, but she had no one left to fight. So I walked her home to Whiterun, had her talk to her wife and put the last artifact into storage. Then I sat her down on a chair, saved and quit. She was done. She had finally earned her rest.

Later, just a few hours ago, I started up the game again, with Carver this time. With her, I was in the middle of the war questline, and over those hours, I completed it. However, I did it a little differently with her than I did with Sanguine - instead of choosing to have Carver kill Ulfric, as Sanguine had done, I let Tullius do it and looked away. Then, now that the war was over, I went out to the docks where the other Argonians usually worked, where I decided to stop for today. So I quit and saved.

Except, I royally fucked up. Instead of over-writing Carver’s previous save, I accidentally over-wrote Sagnuine’s save. 

It was an accident, but… there’s just something about it. About it happening on the same day - Sanguine retiring and Carver freeing Skyrim from the war. Sanguine’s story was done, but Carver’s had only just begun. Sanguine had become a monster, but Carver is still whole, she’s still a beloved hero, she’s everything Sanguine couldn’t be.

I like to think of the two stories as linked. That Sanguine took all the world’s evils upon herself, so Carver won’t have to.

Sorry, just… lil’ sand in my 3-year-old deleted save file, just…

anonymous asked:

Hello, recovering Ichi fan here. I want to send in a prompt about how the Matsus would look after their S/O if they had been in a past relationship that was abusive or hurtful and were very shaky and afraid of being left behind, the kind of S/O who feels ugly and useless really easily but tries their best and still puts their all into everything. I love this blog so much! I love your imagines, thank you for making me smile even when I'm sad.

I’m so glad we’re able to make you smile ! I so glad you’re recovering and I hope these are okay !!

It got way longer than i thought it would so it’s under a cut just in case. It’s a good read though!

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"I'm sick of you always taking the cat's side in everything" for nalu please

I’m Sick Of You Taking The Cat’s Side In Everything

Pairing: Nalu

Word Count: 857

A/N: This was adorable and I loved it with all my heart


“I’m sick of you taking the cat’s side on everything!” Lucy seethed, glaring at Natsu with a shredded pink sweater in one hand and her other placed firmly on her hip. 

“But Lucy, he didn’t mean it!” Natsu whined, clutching a strangely bright blue cat to his chest, the feline looking at Lucy with wide, apologetic eyes. 

“We have bought him literal BOXES of toys. And he has to sharpen his claws on my closet?” Lucy hissed, shaking her ruined clothing in front of her. She started pacing the length of their small bedroom, no more than ten steps across the entirety of it. Hey, a writer’s pay check and the money from his odd jobs doesn’t exactly pay a whole lot of bills. 

He looked down at the cat in his arms, and gnawed on his lip. Natsu had had him since he was an early teen, even naming him Happy because of the joy the small kitten had brought to the orphanage. He couldn’t imagine not having Happy around every day, but this was the third time in five days that Happy had destroyed something of Lucy’s… and she had already given so much to be with Natsu, including all of her family’s wealth and opportunities…

“I’m sure Gajeel would be happy to take ya,” Natsu murmured to Happy, the small cat mrao-ing and nudging the hand Natsu was using to gently stroke his head with. 


Natsu looked up to see Lucy frozen midstep, brown eyes wide in horror as she met Natsu’s eyes. Her bun was falling from it’s knot, wild blonde pieces framing her hollowed cheeks and puffy eyes. Had Lucy always looked so exhausted? “I was just talking to Happy ‘bout who was gonna take him. Hey, maybe he’d like it with Wendy, you always liked that Charla, eh buddy?” Natsu forced a smile on, shoulders tense as he looked down at the sad cat. 

“Natsu…” Lucy trailed off, slow as she walked over to Natsu and led him to sit on their double bed. “How could you ever think I’d want Happy to leave? He’s a part of this family as much as you or me, it would just be… wrong, to come home and not have him pounce me from the top of the fridge.” Lucy reached for the blue cat, Happy purring and snuggling into her chest, nose pressing on her chin apologetically as his white tipped tail spiralled around her bare forearm. 

“I just wish the little shit would stop destroying half my closet.”

Natsu snorted at Lucy’s pointed sigh, Happy feeling his apology was sufficient and slinking up her shoulder where he wound around her neck, secure and immovable once he was settled. Natsu chuckled in relief as he scratched Happy’s chin, the soothing purrs obvious and pulling a smile even from Lucy. 

His eyes lit up when he looked at Lucy, an idea of why Happy was acting out forming in his head. “He misses ya.”

Lucy raised an eyebrow skeptically, one hand absent-mindedly playing with Happy’s tail as her other laced with Natsu’s. “You’ve been working on your latest book down at that cafe with the free wifi, right?” Natsu asked, continuing when Lucy nodded her head in agreement. “Well, he misses you! So he goes into your closet and curls up in all your shirts and shit, and then his claws get stuck or he gets bored!” Natsu beamed when Happy yawned, proud of himself -and having fallen asleep watching one too many Animal Planet documentaries.

“That’s… actually kind of cute.” Lucy hummed, resting her cheek on top of the cat’s head as she bit her cheek in thought. “But there’s no internet here, and I need that for research on my novel.”

Silence fell over the tiny apartment, both Natsu and Lucy struggling to come up with a solution. Lucy was the first to break the quiet, pulling Happy from his perch and settling him in her lap as she leaned her head on Natsu’s chest. 

“It’s getting nicer out, and the Flower Gardens offer free wifi in the park. I could probably stand to claim a bench daily and bring Happy with me to roam for a bit.” Lucy played with Happy’s ears as she spoke quietly, Happy chirping in agreement, a small sound that was suspiciously familiar to the word ‘aye’. “He’d have to wear a bell.” Lucy warned firmly, Natsu making a low and pleased noise as he hugged Lucy to his side tightly, another small ‘aye’ coming from an excited Happy.

“But no fish for a month! I lost my favourite sweater in his bid for attention.”

Natsu grinned at Lucy’s pout, Happy meowing mournfully and what Natsu imagined were the beginnings of tears in his eyes as he looked at Natsu for support. He mentally apologized to Happy, but he’d have to go along with Lucy on this one. 

Especially if he wanted his girlfriend to become his fiancee. He was just glad Happy had left Natsu’s sock drawer alone, the small black box would have been hard to explain to Lucy amongst piles of shredded clothing. 

anonymous asked:

*smut request* Can I get a Phil imagine where we go out or something and I'm very horny at seeing him so I tease him throughout dinner and then he does it to me but I can't take it so I fake a phone call and go to the bathroom and he follows and...

You didn’t want to be here. It was the first night of your visit and Phil had some dinner he had some fancy benefit or dinner or party or something he had to go to. You were just beginning the meal, and you still didn’t know exactly what the event was for. 

“Babe, I know it’s our first night together in ages, but I have to go to this! Come with me, it will be a chance to get all dressed up, and let me show you off. It’s only for a few hours, then you’ll have me all to yourself.” You heard Phil’s voice mockingly in your head as you halfheartedly stabbed your salad. 

Some old white guy came to the microphone, rambling on about god-knows-what. Your mind started wandering as to what you had to look forward too once you got back home. Your first night together in months. You wanted to just kiss him for hours and hours, then get to touch him. To run your hands all over his warm back, his soft stomach. To kiss your way down his front, and finally get your hands on his cock. His wonderful, gorgeous cock. 

You felt your face grow warm, but the old man was still talking, so you let your fantasies continue. Phil, always the considerate lover, would lay you down, worshiping your thighs and tummy before even touching your core. You could practically feel his tongue between your folds, lapping at your clit—

You wanted it. Now. 

The main course was served, and you took the opportunity to have some fun while everyone was busy with their conversations and salmon. You reached your left hand over and placed it on Phil’s thigh. He smiled at you, taking another big bite of his potatoes. You smiled right back, before turning your head, striking a random conversation with the person to your right. About golf. You didn’t know anything about golf. But you listened while they explained something, all the while starting to gently caress Phil’s leg. You felt his hand on top of yours, stopping it. You turned back to face him, and he took his hand back.

“I am just so glad to be here, sweetie.” You cooed.

“Well, that’s good. We just have to stay for the meal, and maybe an hour of dancing and schmoozing, and then we can go.” He smiled apologetically.

“Phil, how’s your family these days?” Someone called from across the table. 

“Oh they’re great, thanks! My mum has been feeling a bit ill lately…” You resumed your gentle stroking of Phil’s leg, working your way upward towards his crotch. He was still talking to whoever, giving you plenty of time to pass your hands gently over his package. You could feel it getting harder and you tried to suppress a grin, pleased at his reaction. Normally he probably would have stopped you, but you knew he had missed you just as much as you missed him. 

Now he was listening to some long story, and you went further, palming him more forcefully. You knew he was struggling to keep a straight face, and you just kept smirking.

“Y/N?” You jerked your head in the direction of a voice. “Tell us about yourself, we’ve heard lovely things from Phil. You seem like such a sweet girl.”

“Oh, well, I go to school right now…” You removed your hand, and Phil decided to get you back, reaching his hand over to trace all around your inner thigh, then running one long, slender finger along your slit. “Excuse me, I just need a moment of air." 

You headed over to the ladies room, locking the door behind you. You freshened up your lipstick and hair, then heard a knocking at the door "One moment!” You opened it, to reveal one desperate looking boyfriend.

He grabbed your face, kissing you hard. You turned him around, closing the door with your back and reaching over to lock it once more. He tangled his hands in your hair, still kissing you with a sloppy urgency.

“You naughty, naughty girl.” He breathed out between kisses. “Just couldn’t wait a few more hours.” You pulled his suit jacket back, and he removed it, tossing it aside. 

“I need you.” You purred in his ear, kissing his neck as you started unbuckling his jeans.

“Fuck, I need you too. But we have to make this quick.” You pulled out his fully hard cock, jacking it a few times before he dropped to his knees, lifting your dress and peeling down your panties. 

“I’m so wet, just fuck me.” You wrap a leg around him and he lines up his cock before pushing in all the way. It’s your first time in a while and you’re stretched so perfectly.

“You feel so good.” He moans in your ear, thrusting slowly.

“So do you. God, Phil, faster!” He smacks your ass, causing you to let out a little yelp, before doing as you ask. The pleasure burns in your stomach, and you moan in appreciation. 

“I’m not going to last much longer. It’s been too long!” Phil lets out a little laugh between labored breaths, and you reach down to rub your clit, hoping to speed your orgasm. “Making you cum is my job!” Phil takes your hand away, replacing it with his own thumb, rubbing in swift, firm circles.

“Oh god, just like that.” You’re panting now too, and you’re so close. “I’m cumming, fuck, Phil, I’m cumming!” You kiss him hard, extra-sensitive for his last few thrusts. He cums, groaning, muttering expletives under his breath. You two look at each other and you can’t help it, you bust out laughing.

“That…was so hot.” He giggles, zipping his fly.

“We should have public sex more often.” You fix your dress, putting your panties back on after wiping away the jizz that was dripping from your spent pussy. You headed back to the table, hand in hand.

“And where were you two?” The same woman from before asked as you sat.

“Oh, we’ve been apart so long, I just wanted a quiet moment with her,” Phil innocently offered, “so I could remind her how much I love her.”

“Aww, that’s so sweet!” You started on your meal, which was much better now that you weren’t bitter and horny, and felt your phone buzz. New Text - Phil

I hope you enjoyed round one. Because we’ve still got all night. Once we get home, you’re all mine.

anonymous asked:

I'm a greedy fic reader who needs more fic

Here ya go! Sorry this took longer than last time.

Part One, Two, Three.

A week before training camp begins David comes to visit. He brings his wife Margot and Jonny’s six year old niece, Sunny.

They go out on Jonny’s boat and he helps teach Sunny, who’s afraid to put her face in the water, how to swim.

Margot makes strawberry crepes and doesn’t let them talk about hockey and speaks to Jon only in French. They all tease him incessantly about his stupid waterfall and refuse to even try his kale smoothies. They set him at ease in a way not much else has in months.

“So have you been seeing anyone?” Margot asks late one night after Sunny’s in bed and they’re sitting outside by Jon’s fireplace, half drunk on vodka and lemonade.

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nathanielthecurious  asked:

You just made me completely rethink the Aeneid. The historical context and the way you brought together the flawed elements of Aeneas' character made me realize that I've been understanding the work only at the most basic, high-school level. I'm still trying to mentally reconcile your reading of the book with the patriotic Augustan epic I thought I spent the last year reading, but wow. Thank you.


Oh my goodness. This is one of the most amazing messages I have ever received. I think my day just went through the roof. Thank you so much for taking the time to say this, it’s amazing to hear that I’ve inspired anyone even just to look at something I’ve gushed about, let alone rethink the Aeneid, which is one of the ancient works I love most and has so many better qualified people interpreting it <3

I hope you don’t mind me taking the opportunity to go off on another rant about the Aeneid. Firstly, don’t worry about interpreting it at a ‘basic, high-school level’. I’ve read it several times and I get something new out of it every time — it’s that kind of text. Even at its most basic level it’s an incredible work. I have always loved it, even when I did it in secondary school and I joined in with everyone joking about how Vergil seemed to be going out of his way to make Aeneas as much of a drip as possible (because he was not a bad warrior in the Iliad — he was better known for his wise advice, and as for fighting, he wasn’t quite good enough to beat Achilles, but was anyone?! He had a go, and he’s the only warrior in Homer who gets credit from the gods for trying) and asking why the hell Vergil started the poem with the hero wishing he was dead. It was fashionable among my fellow students to hate Aeneas because of the whole Dido affair. We laughed at him almost sinking Charon’s boat (which, to be fair, I think is intended to be funny), we laughed at him running in tears after… everybody, we laughed at him asking obvious questions, we laughed at Anchises’ ‘LOOK AT AUGUSTUS’ speech, we nearly killed ourselves laughing at ‘I am pious Aeneas and my fame reaches the stars’.

We missed the point.

I was lucky in that my teacher really loved the Aeneid and understood it, and really let that seep into the way he taught us. I knew pretty early on, because he explained it to us, that the introduction of Aeneas was intended to shock the reader, but I just couldn’t comprehend Vergil’s motive for that at all. Okay, you’re shocking the audience by having the hero enter in the most unflattering light possible, but… why? What do you gain from that? Does he come back from that? Arguably no… he ends the poem in complete despair at the moment when he’s supposedly won. Why would Vergil do that? Because I didn’t understand that, I always felt that there was something missing in the way I read the poem. My teacher seemed to see this melancholy beauty in it that I just didn’t understand, he seemed to have this quiet admiration for Aeneas that just didn’t make sense.

And I think when it hits you is when you feel sympathy for Aeneas and not amusement, and the poem even spells it out for you and you think how did I miss it? Aeneas says, ‘sunt lacrimae rerum et mentem mortalia tangunt’, an infamously untranslatable phrase that means something like, ‘Here there are tears for things, and mortal sufferings touch the heart.’ I do think that is the heart of Vergil’s poem. His hero stands before the citadel of Carthage, Rome’s great enemy, and Vergil states that Aeneas feels hope because he sees that these people (whom the reader knows to be Rome’s enemies) have a sense of human suffering. Vergil is often compared unfavourably to Homer, but in Homer, Odysseus feels hope when he encounters people who give him gifts, fawn on him, make him feel important, and most importantly don’t eat him. Aeneas just wants peace of mind. And when people say that the Aeneid is just parasitic propaganda justifying imperialism, I’m like, have you read it? I just don’t understand how anyone who has read the end of this poem could even say that. 

The moment you realise just what an ingenious move Vergil made, how much more human he makes the work, that’s definitely a wonderful moment and I can’t explain how glad I am that I had even a small part in that. I really hope you enjoy discovering more and more surprises in the Aeneid

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anonymous asked:

hey i'm a huuuuuuge fan of chanbaek. i really am i swear on my life. but i see people saying that chanyeol has the tendency of being an opportunist and even though i hate to admit it i kinda agree with them? like he kind of jumps from member to member to make the most out of a situation? this has been bugging me so i wanna ask what your opinions are thanks

Hello there! We’re glad you’re a big fan of baekyeol, please keep supporting them. You don’t have to swear that you ship them dear, it’s okay to have doubts or thoughts like these from time to time! It’s very normal. 

I’ve personally come across a numerous amount of fans that are pretty sure Chanyeol is an opportunist. The direct definition of an opportunist is: A seeker of opportunity. Having this in mind, I have to agree on that Chanyeol is an opportunist. However, I have noticed there are two types of opportunists, at least from my point of view. There are the opportunists who only think of themselves and seek their victories, pushing aside what others might want or think. They only think about themselves and what benefits them. They don’t care about the consequences. The different kind of opportunists on the other hand, seek their victory and the victories of others, too. I would classify Chanyeol as the second type of opportunist. I’ll explain why.

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anonymous asked:

I'm a 14 year old girl and I hated Jupiter ascending. The lines were cheesy, the rescues were oh-so-convenient, and Jupiter never did anything. Yeah she was the chosen one, and that's cool, but besides what she did before finding out she was the chosen one, she didn't do anything herself. She was rescued so many times, couldn't do anything on her own I would never write a book like that It was an opportunity to make such an incredibly strong lead, and they kinda blew It

I think you’re entitled to hate any media regardless of age or gender, if you hated JA, that’s perfectly fine! The movie really was a lot of those things that you said; but my take on it is that those things aren’t inherently bad, either. I personally dislike it when characters are thrown into amazing otherworldly situations and instantly, innately are OK with it and don’t miss their families or learn to swashbuckle really fast for no real reason, I felt like her reactions were, for the most part, realistic. She also showed agency later on in the film, which I think is fine, because we’re not coming in to this film with a character who has already discovered herself and who she is very strongly, it’s a coming of age style narrative, which means the character is different at the end than when we started. She chooses to keep her job with her family and stay on earth, that was her decision, not one made for her like so many other choices in the film. 

One of the biggest pluses, in my book, for this film was the fact that this movie has already been made for boys a hundred times over since before I was even born. Have you seen the original, first Star Wars movie? Luke is absolutely USELESS! He does jack all for pretty much the whole film right up until the end, and even then he only gets to blow the Death Star up because Han shows up and covers his ass from getting blasted, and on top of that it’s kind of absurdly easy (and kind of lazy storytelling, but eh). How is his tale of coming of age much different from this one? They really aren’t that different. Luke gets rescued loads of times, he doesn’t get to make a lot of choices, the other characters around him make all the choices for him for a long while, etc. But girls have never been given the same thrilling tales of self indulgence and coming of age that boys have been given for years, so I’m really glad to see it happen on such a big budget with all the action, adventure and explosions that would normally be reserved for boy’s self indulging fantasy films.

There’s a really big difference between a good movie, an enjoyable movie, and an important movie. We also tend to judge media that is made for/by/about women far more harshly, which I think is unfair. If this movie had been another giant Machismo Festival of the Special Boy Trope, no one would be complaining about it at all. It might not be the most memorable flick of the year, but it also wouldn’t get as much shit for it, either. 

The Easy Thing

Just a little fic based on the third sneak peek for 3.20 “Kansas”. Belle reacts to what happened in the barn. Spoilers.

The Easy Thing

Belle was holding Snow’s hand when David came in with their son in his arms and a triumphant smile on his face.

‘David!’ Snow cried.

'Told you we’d get him back,’ David said, placing the baby in his mother’s arms.

'Oh,’ Snow breathed, stroking her son’s downy head: 'hey there.’

'What about Zelena?’ Belle asked softly.

'Defeated,’ David said, smiling: 'Regina stopped her.’

Belle’s heart thumped. Did that mean that Rumple was free? She stood and moved towards the door; then Emma appeared, followed by Hook, and Henry, and Robin, and Regina, and…

'Rumple,’ Belle whimpered. She was reaching for him, but then she saw the flash of metal in Regina’s hand: Rumple’s dagger.

'Why do you have that?’ she asked sharply, sharply enough to draw all eyes to her.

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This came up on my Time Hop this morning and it just reminded me why I love this show so much. And in particular why I love Castle’s character development as much as I love Beckett’s. 

When I started my first Castle re-watch a few summers ago, I remember thinking how funny I thought this line was. A way to tease a Beckett about being so by the book, but also assert his playboy status and desire NOT to get married again. At the time, I’ll admit I didn’t really see the potential behind this line. Now, seeing where we are, I love this line even more.

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B.A.P First Sensibility and 1004 Analysis/Review/Thoughts Post

As I promised, here’s my huge post on B.A.P’s First Sensibility Album. I’ve reviewed everything from the songs to the MV and the choreography. Again, my analysis posts are not professional; a lot of this is my opinion and thoughts. I’m hoping to share things of what I found with you all. Because this is B.A.P’s first full album, It’s pretty long (pics and gifs included) so bear with me if you read. 

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anonymous asked:

I think your analysis of Sherlock is so interesting, I was confused and disappointed about Mary's death and confused as to why it said 'miss me?' on her recorded message. I was confused as to how anything could have related, to what Moriarty had/has supposedly left behind. Like why would the cd have 'miss me' on it, as a strange joke from Mary? My point being, you've changed my perspective of the show and I'm looking forward to the next episode, I'm glad I found this blog :)

Thank you so much, that is very nice of you to say! Her disc reading “miss me” is not the first connection to Moriarty Mary’s been given. She was supposedly working for Mycroft in TAB but lead the boys to Moriarty in disguise. Her sinister head tilt in HLV directly correlates to him. Her saying “Is he dreaming” as Moriarty says “You’re dreaming” in TAB. Her devil horns in TSOT and Watson saying “What the devil!” twice upon seeing her in TAB correlates to the Devil symbolism usually reserved for Moriarty. I honestly don’t know why so many people willingly over look these things. She has been coded as evil for a long time now. I was softening to her at the end of TST until I heard the “Go to hell, Sherlock” and realized she’s more than likely a mirror for The Bride, using her suicide as an opportune moment to make her death count. But the bride was also Moriarty, and he wants to burn the heart out of Sherlock, so the mirrors keep going. People give her a pass because they refuse to question or acknowledge her motivations and actions, assuming everything she does is for love even though she has never once said the word “love”. I hope she’s not dead, comes back and wreaks absolute terror on these two because she’s a great actress and I love a good psychopath. 

anonymous asked:

My fucking boyfriend won't stop insulting himself and his art just because i'm somehow more... "noticed" than him. See, he's pretty much refusing to fucking draw at all anymore, he even told me he's going to delete any of his social media accounts that he could've used for art. Do you have any idea what I can possibly do to make him actually feel good about himself for once in his life?

tell him you cant define your skill by the amount of notes/attention you receive as an artist

i know so many wonderful artists who rarely get any attention at all, like 3 notes on their personal work and 30 on their fanart, or some artists who only have 3k pageviews on deviantart and have been posting stuff for years

there’s no formula for fame and popularity. it’s not as simple as “draw well and you’ll get attention”. it’s a bunch of random variables, and the only constant to follow is “give people what they want”. but even when you do that, it depends on posting it at the right time, on getting reblogged by the right people, and even adding the right commentary to it.

and when you do start getting attention, your view of what’s “enough” gets distorted. two months ago, when i was in the DC fandom at 800 followers, i would draw a lot of fanart and feel shitty when i didn’t get over 80 notes on a drawing i spent so long on. if my 2013 self who only had 200 followers knew about my art getting 80 notes, he would cry of happiness because nothing i ever drew got over 10 notes.

and here i am, i drew the right thing at the right time and was reblogged by the right people out of pure luck, and got 8000 followers in less than two months. and i am glad it happened, i am glad i got attention, but as i said before, your idea of what’s enough gets distorted by the amount of attention you receive, and nothing is ever enough. to me, getting 2k notes on my drawings is not enough, because i know other artists get 14k notes on theirs. and i will keep comparing myself to them, and even if i one day reach the 14k notes, i’ll compare myself to those who get 30k notes. it’s never enough. it never will be enough, that’s just how art is.

so you can’t define your skill by the attention you get. you can’t define it by the people who like it, you can just define it by what it is. you can just define if you draw well by looking at other artists and seeing who draws better than you and who doesnt, without even glancing at the note count. fuck that.

never stop drawing because you don’t get ‘enough’ attention. it will never be enough, and if you do that, you’ll never draw again in your life. and if you don’t draw, you won’t improve, and you will miss so many opportunities. everyone can become an amazing artist as long as they don’t stop, so don’t let this stop you.