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Avengers: Infinity War May Be The Longest Marvel Cinematic Universe Movie Yet
Marvel fans should prepare for a long campaign when Avengers: Infinity War marches into [...]

According to director Joe Russo, Avengers: Infinity War may end up being the longest Marvel Cinematic Universe movie so far.

“The current cut is over two and a half [hours],” Russo tells Collider at Comic-Con International: San Diego. “Most of it’s a movie you could show, but there’s still a lot of work left to be done, I still have a couple of scenes that we haven’t finished from Avengers 3 that I’m shooting in the next few months with my brother, and it’s certainly gonna be a film that lives in the two and a half hour, two and a half hour-plus range.”

As Russo goes on to explain, a movie needs a runtime that long when it’s summing up a decade’s worth of story told across 17 movies.

“We have to, I mean it’s a culmination event,” Russo says. “We’ve gotta take 10 years of storytelling in this Marvel narrative experiment that’s been going on since Iron Man, and we have to take all these disparate tones, disparate themes, motivations, and we have to pull them together in a unified narrative and write the final chapters of the book. There’s no way you could do that with all these characters in under that running length.”

The Russo brothers directed Captain America: Civil War, which is currently the longest Marvel Cinematic Universe movie to date. They’re also about to start production on Avengers 4. Could they possibly top their own record once more?

“It’s hard to say because we haven’t shot it yet, but I think again because these are complex movies with a lot of characters, it’s hard to imagine—now look at me I’ll look like an idiot in a couple of months when it’s two hours and twenty minutes, but it’s hard to imagine these movies being short films,” Russo says.


Tagged by: @vess-hs And probably more people but now I don’t remember =v=b

Relationship Status: Forever Alone

Favourite Colour: Mint, Red, Black(But mostly use purples and oranges in art lol)

Lipstick or chapstick: My saliva

Last song I listened to: Akdong Musician(AKMU) - Eyes, Nose, Lips cover(on my car)

Last movie I watched: Moana

Top 3 shows:

  • Running Man
  • BNHA
  • Youtube in general

Top 3 characters:

  1. Saeran
  2. Kacchan
  3. Haru Yoshida

Top 3 ships:

  1. Kirishima x Kacchan
  2. Jihyun x Jumin
  3. Elly x 707

Books I’m currently reading:

  • Does BNHA manga count?(still need to finish…I always fucking forget to go read it…kacchan punch me)

5 things in my bag:

  • Wallet
  • Phone
  • Pen
  • Pencil
  • 707 Charm

5 things in my room(I leave in a coner in my living room):

  • Computer(and cat stickers all over it hehe)
  • Bed
  • Doraemon
  • Space books
  • My cat(Flica)

5 things on my to do list:

  • Collab with @baku9ou =v=b
  • Draw 707 and Saeran with scars
  • Make charms
  • Open a store
  • Hug my cat

5 things I’m into:

  • Pain
  • Drawing(+Pain)
  • Space
  • Cats
  • Dream Daddy(this game is amazing)


@baku9ou @xeraeus @ahjumin​ @hachig4tsu​ @emmie-cb​ @didem-dg@masozii​ and anyone that wants to do it!

let’s talk about the Pearls

because their behaviour in The Trial was fascinating to me

At first, we see them exhibiting all their usual stuff. YP is as flourishing and Extra as always, and while for the most part BP is her usual quiet self, we see her display the most actual personality ever as she grins while drawing “Rose Quartz’s” death

But the tricky thing with the Diamonds’ Pearls is that it is very, very hard to tell what’s the real them. What are they really thinking, and what’s a show they have to put on to avoid their owners’ wrath?

Here, we see them lose their calm– both of them, at the same time, for the same reason. And not because of a direct threat/insult, like Yellow Pearl’s flinching from Yellow Diamond in “Message Recieved”. It’s a comment Blue Zircon makes:

“So how did a Rose Quartz with no business being anywhere near Pink Diamond get so close in the first place? Where were Pink Diamond’s attendants? Her Agates? Her Sapphires? And where was her Pearl?”

They both immediately freeze. YP’s expression is terrified. She looks directly and BP, as if either afraid for her, or searching for reassurance or guidance. We don’t know exactly what Blue Pearl’s expression is, with her eyes covered– but maybe fear too, or uncertainty, or surprise…

So the question is. Why?

1) They’re genuinely shocked. They’re so indoctrinated by Homeworld ideology that the thought that Pink Diamond’s Pearl didn’t do anything to protect her is an accusation which strikes them to their core

2) They’re afraid their Diamonds will lash out at them as scapegoats. This episode made it painfully clear that YD especially is pretty trigger happy, so I wouldn’t put it past her to occasionally strike out at blameless underlings

3) They know something.

This last one seems more likely to me. Because why else would they get so much focus? The question is– what?

Okay. Let me split this up into sub-theories:

  • They (or one of them) witnessed Pink Diamond’s death, and they have information which could explain the discrepancies Blue Zircon brought up. However, they never divulged it for whatever reason. (Possibly because, if there was a cover up, they could be at risk if the did). Now it might come out accidentally, and they could take the fallout.

  • One or both of them helped orchestrate Pink Diamond’s assassination, either directly or indirectly. The main issue is the question of how an obvious criminal like Rose Quartz could have gotten close enough to Pink Diamond to kill her. Pearls would have a great insight into how all the court hierarchies work. Since they’re considered to be basically dim-witted furniture, they’re pretty easily ignored. Combine this with abilities such as holographic projections, perhaps they could have found a way to smuggle Rose Quartz (or the true killer) close enough.

  • Another Pearl was directly involved in the smuggling and killing of Pink Diamond. While they didn’t plan it, BP and YP helped her (and any allies e.g. Rose Quartz) escape, because of Pearl Solidarity

Hmm…. but who could this other Pearl be… If only there was another Pearl in the show… a known rebel… who’s past history with Homeworld is shrouded in mystery…

Ah. Yes.

Now, I’ll admit, I don’t know exactly how Pearl exactly fits in. Rose Quartz being the killer seems important for the Arc of Steven coming to discover that his Mom’s past actions weren’t all sunshine and daisies, and the further arc of him realizing that maybe sometimes violence/shattering is necessary or justified. So maybe she just helped sneak Rose in, even if she didn’t deliver the killing blow herself. 

Although, if Pearl was the culprit, that might give even more impact to her expression when Steven discovered what happened to Pink Diamond in ‘Back to the Moon’

Admittedly, this can easily just be Pearl saddened that Steven’s discovered the truth. That the perfect image of his mother, the person Pearl loved and respected more than anyone else, has been broken. That his innocence has been lost.

But if she was responsible, it could also be fear that Steven– who is innocent, who still values the lives of everyone– would reject her if he discovered she was the one who did it. 

(Also, consider Pearl’s claims of being Rose’s sole confidant, the one who knows everything… The only one who knew the truth of Pink Diamond’s shattering.)

‘Course, we’ve got the little problem here that all eye witness accounts say that Rose Quartz killed Pink Diamond. As you might have noticed, Pearl looks absolutely nothing like Rose.

… but hey. How about shapeshifting? You know. That thing Pearl swears she can do, but that we’ve never seen her demonstrate in 132 episodes? This would be a pretty significant demonstration. And the trauma of using it for such a thing could explain why she hasn’t wanted to use it since. 

(Not sure why Pearl would have felt the need to disguise herself as Rose Quartz. Maybe it was because she knew all the other RQs got captured and bubbled for Rose’s rebellion, so Pearl was protect her fellows from a similar culling. Or maybe she thought showing the leader of the rebellion dealing the finishing blow would make a stronger image. idk)

That said, again, I still really am fond of Rose being responsible… so maybe we can split the difference and put the death on Rainbow Quartz? That would be rad too.

basically it’s all a mystery and i’m not sure where it’s going, but the Pearls almost definitely have some clue

Let’s end this on their worried faces

(protect them

TW for abuse and mothers

Hello I’m an 18 yr old autistic Muslim who lives in Arizona. My mother beat me this morning and I’m hoping it will show visible bruises so people will actually believe me and I can finally get help (from my therapist especially), I am not fit to stay in this house any longer and I need to slowly move out my shit and quietly gather what I need while I find a job and seek refuge from someone willing to take me in. I will be finished up with school around the beginning of January 2018 which is why I am still staying here so long. It will give me time to save up and start planning accommodations. The person I was relying on bailed out on me and wants more than the $300 I gave her and I also do not want to stay in Arizona anymore.

Me and my cat are looking for a place to stay after December of this year, I’ll pay for whatever you need. I need refs for shelters and any help at all will be appreciated. I’m trying to get to the east coast and as far away from my mom as physically possible.

Rewatching Carmilla and this scene will never not be hilarious to me. Not only because of the scene itself, but thinking of what must’ve led up to it.

That look on Carmilla’s face is the look of someone who just had to sit through hours of Laura’s craft making in order to make a puppet show production of her tragic backstory.

Laura: “Okay, so who all was involved in this story?”
Carmilla: “Can’t I just tell you already?”
Laura: “No, I need to make corresponding puppets.”

Laura: “What color hair did this Ell girl have?”

Carmilla: “Are you almost done?”
Laura: “No, I still need to sketch and shade in some wooden designs on this cardboard to really make it look like a stage.”
Carmilla: “But it’s cardboard.”
Laura: “With curtains.”

Laura: “Just gonna borrow some of your candles for ambience.”

Carmilla: “Can you please just stake me?”
Laura: “I’m just finishing the hair on your mom’s puppet. Can you pass me that yarn?”
Carmilla: *gives her the most deadpan expression in her arsenal*
Laura: “Oh, right…your hands are a little…I’ll just get it myself.”


3/12 illustration I did for Ghost Brewery for their canned beer as design, each flavor represented by a mysterious mythological creature!

This is what I was so busy since December and could not be that active as I was hoping for. I love working with them, they are supportive, kind and gave me amazing freedom how to portray their chosen critters and even gave me some freedom to pick some colours for them which I found more suiting for the theme. I had so much fun working with this project, I still need to finish some of these illustrations but have a good head start even if I only able to show them as the flavors being shelved first. 

Recently they discussing with possible American contacts so their beer in the future will be possible to order/buy there as well for the moment they primary selling in the UK and stretching out to reach other European countries!

Korrasami is canon.

You can celebrate it, embrace it, accept it, get over it, or whatever you feel the need to do, but there is no denying it. That is the official story. We received some wonderful press in the wake of the series finale at the end of last week, and just about every piece I read got it right: Korra and Asami fell in love. Were they friends? Yes, and they still are, but they also grew to have romantic feelings for each other.

Was Korrasami “endgame,” meaning, did we plan it from the start of the series? No, but nothing other than Korra’s spiritual arc was. Asami was a duplicitous spy when Mike and I first conceived her character. Then we liked her too much so we reworked the story to keep her in the dark regarding her father’s villainous activities. Varrick and Zhu Li weren’t originally planned to end up as a couple either, but that’s where we took the story/where the story took us. That’s how writing works the vast majority of the time. You give these characters life and then they tell you what they want to do.

I have bragging rights as the first Korrasami shipper (I win!). As we wrote Book 1, before the audience had ever laid eyes on Korra and Asami, it was an idea I would kick around the writers’ room. At first we didn’t give it much weight, not because we think same-sex relationships are a joke, but because we never assumed it was something we would ever get away with depicting on an animated show for a kids network in this day and age, or at least in 2010.

Makorra was only “endgame” as far as the end of Book 1. Once we got into Book 2 we knew we were going to have them break up, and we never planned on getting them back together. Sorry, friends. I like Mako too, and I am sure he will be just fine in the romance department. He grew up and learned about himself through his relationships with Asami and Korra, and he’s a better person for it, and he’ll be a better partner for whomever he ends up with.

Once Mako and Korra were through, we focused on developing Korra and Asami’s relationship. Originally, it was primarily intended to be a strong friendship. Frankly, we wanted to set most of the romance business aside for the last two seasons. Personally, at that point I didn’t want Korra to have to end up with someone at the end of series. We obviously did it in Avatar, but even that felt a bit forced to me. I’m usually rolling my eyes when that happens in virtually every action film, “Here we go again…” It was probably around that time that I came across this quote from Hayao Miyazaki:

“I’ve become skeptical of the unwritten rule that just because a boy and girl appear in the same feature, a romance must ensue. Rather, I want to portray a slightly different relationship, one where the two mutually inspire each other to live - if I’m able to, then perhaps I’ll be closer to portraying a true expression of love.”

I agree with him wholeheartedly, especially since the majority of the examples in media portray a female character that is little more than a trophy to be won by the male lead for his derring-do. So Mako and Korra break the typical pattern and end up respecting, admiring, and inspiring each other. That is a resolution I am proud of.

However, I think there needs to be a counterpart to Miyazaki’s sentiment: Just because two characters of the same sex appear in the same story, it should not preclude the possibility of a romance between them. No, not everyone is queer, but the other side of that coin is that not everyone is straight. The more Korra and Asami’s relationship progressed, the more the idea of a romance between them organically blossomed for us. However, we still operated under this notion, another “unwritten rule,” that we would not be allowed to depict that in our show. So we alluded to it throughout the second half of the series, working in the idea that their trajectory could be heading towards a romance.

But as we got close to finishing the finale, the thought struck me: How do I know we can’t openly depict that? No one ever explicitly said so. It was just another assumption based on a paradigm that marginalizes non-heterosexual people. If we want to see that paradigm evolve, we need to take a stand against it. And I didn’t want to look back in 20 years and think, “Man, we could have fought harder for that.” Mike and I talked it over and decided it was important to be unambiguous about the intended relationship.

We approached the network and while they were supportive there was a limit to how far we could go with it, as just about every article I read accurately deduced. It was originally written in the script over a year ago that Korra and Asami held hands as they walked into the spirit portal. We went back and forth on it in the storyboards, but later in the retake process I staged a revision where they turned towards each other, clasping both hands in a reverential manner, in a direct reference to Varrick and Zhu Li’s nuptial pose from a few minutes prior. We asked Jeremy Zuckerman to make the music tender and romantic, and he fulfilled the assignment with a sublime score. I think the entire last two-minute sequence with Korra and Asami turned out beautiful, and again, it is a resolution of which I am very proud. I love how their relationship arc took its time, through kindness and caring. If it seems out of the blue to you, I think a second viewing of the last two seasons would show that perhaps you were looking at it only through a hetero lens.

Was it a slam-dunk victory for queer representation? I think it falls short of that, but hopefully it is a somewhat significant inching forward. It has been encouraging how well the media and the bulk of the fans have embraced it. Sadly and unsurprisingly, there are also plenty of people who have lashed out with homophobic vitriol and nonsense. It has been my experience that by and large this kind of mindset is a result of a lack of exposure to people whose lives and struggles are different from one’s own, and due to a deficiency in empathy––the latter being a key theme in Book 4. (Despite what you might have heard, bisexual people are real!) I have held plenty of stupid notions throughout my life that were planted there in any number of ways, or even grown out of my own ignorance and flawed personality. Yet through getting to know people from all walks of life, listening to the stories of their experiences, and employing some empathy to try to imagine what it might be like to walk in their shoes, I have been able to shed many hurtful mindsets. I still have a long way to go, and I still have a lot to learn. It is a humbling process and hard work, but nothing on the scale of what anyone who has been marginalized has experienced. It is a worthwhile, lifelong endeavor to try to understand where people are coming from.

There is the inevitable reaction, “Mike and Bryan just caved in to the fans.” Well, which fans? There were plenty of Makorra shippers out there, so if we had gone back on our decision and gotten those characters back together, would that have meant we caved in to those fans instead? Either direction we went, there would inevitably be a faction that was elated and another that was devastated. Trust me, I remember Kataang vs. Zutara. But one of those directions is going to be the one that feels right to us, and Mike and I have always made both Avatar and Korra for us, first and foremost. We are lucky that so many other people around the world connect with these series as well. Tahno playing trombone––now that was us caving in to the fans!

But this particular decision wasn’t only done for us. We did it for all our queer friends, family, and colleagues. It is long overdue that our media (including children’s media) stops treating non-heterosexual people as nonexistent, or as something merely to be mocked. I’m only sorry it took us so long to have this kind of representation in one of our stories.

I’ll wrap this up with some incredible words that Mike and I received in a message from a former Korra crew member. He is a deeply religious person who devotes much of his time and energy not only to his faith, but also to helping young people. He and I may have starkly different belief systems, but it is heartwarming and encouraging that on this issue we are aligned in a positive, progressive direction:

“I’ve read enough reviews to get a sense of how it affected people. One very well-written article in Vanity Fair called it subversive (in a good way, of course)… I would say a better word might be “healing.” I think your finale was healing for a lot of people who feel outside or on the fringes, or that their love and their journey is somehow less real or valuable than someone else’s… That it’s somehow less valid. I know quite a few people in that position, who have a lifetime of that on their shoulders, and in one episode of television you both relieved and validated them. That’s healing in my book.”



anonymous asked:

How do you draw hair? Whenever I try it just *exaggerated hand motion meaning giant mess*

To be honest, that’s pretty much how I draw hair, too. And honestly? Hair is such a complex, diverse thing. There’s a millions of ways to draw hair based on style and texture. I’ve gotten many asks considering hair, and really, I’ve always been a bit confused on how to answer since hair comes in so many different forms. But! Giving it thought, I realized I can give you a really quick, “basic” guide, until I get a more specific question regarding hair.

So, the first step is to draw the hairlines. Hairlines is basically the “hat” of your head, and is what shapes the forehead. Drawing this before you add hair as a guide will be extremely helpful with the hairstyle, and it adds to the the facial features as well. There’s many different types hairlines, as shown here, and they may all vary in height or shape. Go wild, be experimental! Remember that this is a guide, however, so once you have the hair drawn out, make sure that the hairline isn’t as visible as it is here, but drawn as fine lines instead.

The next thing you can do is to draw a point somewhere on the head which will define the volume and the direction of the hair. This is extremely helpful, since you can draw all the hair strands starting from this point. They may start wherever you find fitting, and you may add more than one (although that adds to the complexity!)

The next step is to think in shapes overlapping each other.  For wavy hair, I like to draw the shapes as teardrops. For puffy hair I like to draw it in circles and ovals. And for straight hair, I like to think in rectangles. It’s all very simple: use the guides mentioned earlier to place the shapes on the head, making them overlap each other until you’re satisfied. Be as messy or simple as you want, and draw them however you’d like as long as it works for you. Don’t try to details yet, though, focus on shapes!

Once you’re satisfied with your result, you may draw the details to your liking. This, I think requires a tutorial on it’s own since hair textures can vary greatly. I’ll show you a quick example below, but again, this isn’t something that works with all hair types. And naturally, once you’re done, remove the head-shape outline. I kept it here just so that you could see how the hair is placed on top of it.

And as you can see, this method works with short hairstyles as well!

In fact, it works for any hairstyle, and you may even mix the basic shapes to get a unique look. (Ignore the lack of pen pressure on this one)

Now, I realize that the ‘finished’ result can be a bit difficult for some to imagine drawing. Again, I still think this requires a tutorial on it’s own, but I will show you how I do it with one of the hairstyles. 

(As you can see, I haven’t drawn out the hairline or a “point”, but this isn’t because I don’t need to, but because I already have it mentally drawn out, it’s not required for this drawing. For some hairstyles, however, I do still draw the hairline/point, especially if the hair is pulled back. But for the sake of simplicity, I will keep it, well, simple.)

Notice how I draw the shapes just as mentioned before? Here, I draw very fine lines in vague teardrop shapes, which I overlay as I draw.

Adding more for volume…

Finishing the look, keep adding more layers…

Defining the “point” as a detail, so that it doesn’t look like some horribly made wig…

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Billboard: Niall Horan Braces for Stardom Outside One Direction, With Advice From Justin Bieber & The Eagles

When Niall Horan decided to move from London to Los Angeles in early 2016, it’s no surprise that he chose a house in Laurel Canyon, the epicenter of ’60s folk-rock culture. Horan was the one ­toting a guitar in One Direction, the British boy-band juggernaut that was just then going on a hiatus, and he’s got the soul of a singer-songwriter: He’s charismatic, witty and sensitive, but also easygoing and no-nonsense. Viewed alongside his bandmates – born rock star Harry Styles, “sensible one” Liam Payne, “funny one” Louis Tomlinson, moody R&B prince Zayn Malik – Horan, 23, is sort of like the middle brother: the most ­approachably handsome, the second-most popular across social media (29 million Twitter followers; 19 million on Instagram) and the most likely to lust after a gig at the historic Los Angeles rock club The Troubadour. “Playing for, like, 500 people. What more do you want?” says Horan. “I’ve had some good moments with screaming ­teenagers, but I like when the room is completely dead. It’s a ­different kind of respect. People are actually listening.”

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Your Sam

Summary: The reader and Sam have a much different sex life once Sam returns from Hell. Pure porn.

Warning: smut, soulless!Sam, dom/sub dynamics, use of a flogger, restraints, dirty talk

Word Count: 1500ish

A/N: It was fun to write Soulless!Sam again. Hope y’all enjoy! XOXO

The ropes cut into your wrists and ankles just enough for you to feel them, for them to remind you that you’re totally helpless, naked and spread out on an unfamiliar motel bed in an unfamiliar town.

The man standing at the foot of the bed is unfamiliar too, though he shouldn’t be. You know every inch of that body, have kissed and touched it a million times, have stared at that face until you knew it better than your own.

But it isn’t Sam’s smirk on that face. It’s a little harder. Darker. And it isn’t Sam’s hands wielding the flogger. They aren’t gentle or playful enough.

Hell has turned your Sam into some unrecognizable version of himself.

And honestly, you love it.

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Friends Part 4

Summary: You and Bucky are friends for a long time, but lately you start to develop romantic feelings for him. One day one of Tony’s parties everything changes but maybe not the way you wanted or expected.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 2643

Warnings: Fluffy, loads of Bucky being a cute pie some sexual innuendos and some sexual tension.

Thank you @amrita31199 you are amazing.

credits to the gif owner

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

You take a sip of your coffee as you look at the computer in front of you; you are never going to understand why you accepted a job at the Stark Industries, sure they pay you really well but looking at budgets all day was starting to make you crazy.

To be honest, the budget in front of you is the least of your concerns, it’s been five days since Bucky went on a mission and you still haven’t heard from him. Usually, he texts you to let you know that he was alive and well. But so far nothing, according to Natasha they are fine but the mission is a lot more complicated than they anticipated.

You wish they would be home soon, you hated worrying much, you couldn’t sleep when you were worried.

You almost have a heart attack when you hear your phone ringing, you look at the id caller expecting it to be Dan but no it is Wanda. This is odd she never calls you “Hey Wan is everything fine?” Your mind goes to the worst scenario possible, afraid that something might have happened to Bucky.

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Elopement - Jason Todd x Reader

Bullets rang around you as you sprinted down a corridor towards a closing metal door. You dove through, rolling to your feet on the other side. Glancing over your shoulder, you smiled when you saw the men chasing you disappeared behind the closing door. The door sealed behind you.

“I’m in,” you spoke into the comlink as you surveyed the room. Finding a control panel, you attempted to hack the building’s computer system.

A chuckle sounded from the other end of the comlink. “I never doubted you for a second.”

“Sure you didn’t, Lover-boy,” you teased, grinning at the chuckles buzzing in your ear. “How are you doing with the mercenaries?” 

“Oh, we’re having a party out here,” he replied. The faint sound of gunshots echoed through the com. You frowned when you didn’t get another answer.

“Jason?” The panic made your voice crack. Time stopped as you waited for a reply.

“I’m still here, Sweetheart.” You sighed as Jason’s husky voice filled your ear. Even after all this time, your heart still fluttered at the sound. “One of these idiots just shot himself.”

You snickered, finishing your hacking. Sticking a flash drive into the terminal, you started downloading the information. You and Jason had accepted a contract to collect data on Black Mask’s movements through the western part of the United States. The two of you were currently in one of Black Mark’s main warehouses in Las Vegas. “I’ve started the download.”

“Good,” Jason grunted. The sound of a punch came through the com. “I might need your help out here. More mercenaries showed up.”

“I’ll come when I can,” you replied. You hacked into the security cameras to find out where Jason was. When you found him, you winced at the number of new mercenaries attacking Jason. He was holding them off, but you knew he would need your help to take them down. 

The terminal beeped, the download was finished. You took the flash drive out, slipping it safely into your pocket. Taking out your own gun, you shot the terminal to erase your tracks. Once it was destroyed, the sealed door reopened to reveal the men who you had trapped outside. They raised their guns at you.

“Nice to see you again, Boys,” you greeted cheerfully, swinging into action. The men were down in five seconds flat. You sprinted back down the corridor towards a glass window. Shooting out the glass with your gun, you leaped through the window to land a flying kick to one of the mercenaries attacking Jason.

“Hello Sweetheart, it’s nice of you to drop in,” Jason flirted as you joined him in the battle. The two of you fought seamlessly together. 

“I was in the neighborhood,” you mused, punching a mercenary out cold. You flipped over Jason to perform a high kick on another one. 

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  • Riverdale: *literally just started* *hasn't finished its first season yet* *it's still on its fetus stage*
Quiver [m]

Smut // How quiet can you be in a library? 

You swallow harshly and try to concentrate on the words on the book, your eyes have been going over the same paragraph for the last three minutes, trying to move on but losing concentration as the words began to shift and run into each other. Frustrated, you slam the book down. The sudden movement causes him to look up from his book.

“You okay?” He asks,

The urge to lash grows bigger, you are dumbfounded as to how he could sit there, face still and untelling of his devious ways.  “Of course.”, you say through gritted teeth.

“Really, cause your breathing-”

“Deep, I know.” You snap back, gripping the armchair as your foot incessantly taps on the floor. “Very deep,” you say under your breath.

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Simon Says

Hey guys! I got frustrated writing an essay for school, so I wrote this instead?? Sorry professor lolol??? I hope that you guys like it!💌

Simon Says
Tom sat back in his chair, bringing a hand up to ruffle through his unruly curls. He licked his bottom lip and as he watched her, he had to bite down to contain the growl that threatened to escape his throat.
She was arching back onto his sofa, unbuttoning her shirt with achingly, slow fingers. The closer he looked, Tom realized that her hands were actually trembling, and that she was struggling to remove each button from it’s confines.
Tom knew how much quicker the process would be if he simply gave in and touched her, but he stopped himself, reminding himself why he’d done this in the first place.
He wouldn’t touch her until she begged. He wouldn’t touch her until she had tears in her eyes, moans slipping past her strawberry lips, and desperation seeping through her words.
She was never vocal in bed, instead, she remained completely coy. He didn’t know why, because she certainly had to know how badly he craved her touch.
Tom wanted to ruin her. He was going to make her beg with just an easy game of Simon Says.
“Take it off, darling,” Tom ordered, his voice enclosing her in warmth like soft velvet.
Her cheeks flushed furiously, but she complied. “What do you want me to do now?” She peeked up at him through her lashes, sitting opposite him in only her white, lace bralette and jean skirt.
She looked so innocent and Tom briefly pondered whether or not he was corrupting her, but then, upon staring at her barely covered breasts, in her awfully tiny and horribly snug bralette, realized that her chest was rising and falling harshly.
She wanted him too. She was alright with this, she’d agreed and consented when he asked her if she wanted to play.
“Simon says, play with your hair, and then, when I tell you it’s alright, I want you to touch your tits over your bra. Do it how I do when I touch you.” Tom instructed, leaning forward, completely engaged.
She was so red from blushing, that the scarlet licks scattered themselves down her neck, across her chest, and dipped below her skirt. Tom wanted to lick it off her. He wanted to make sure she knew how badly he wanted her.
Her hand curled around the ends of her hair, twirling and untwirling a few strands between each finger. Moving up, she moved to pull the hair at the base of her neck, just as Tom did when she was on her knees for him.
Tom wanted her on her knees for him, but that would have to wait. Right now, he was determined to teach her a lesson.
Her hand ghosted over the spot on her neck that Tom loved to bite down on and an airy sigh left her lips.
“Simon says, now.” Tom watched as her eyes fluttered shut, and her hands began to wander. Tom palmed himself through his sweats.
Her hands were so small compared to his own and they couldn’t cover the same amount of flesh that his could.
She squeezed her breasts, imitating his touch, and thought about how if Tom were touching her right now, she’d also be getting covered in warm, wet, openmouthed kisses and she’d receive the occasional, teasing bite. She wanted to feel his teeth on her, but instead, settled for pinching herself where she wanted his lips the most.
Tom hissed and said, “you’re doing so good darling, so good.” He rubbed his hands together, “now, Simon says, spread your legs. Lean back and open up.
“Are you going to touch me now?” She wondered, uncrossing her legs and shivering as the air crawled across her revealed body.
Tom smirked, she was on display for him, touching herself for him, and quietly asking for his hands to replace her own. But still, that wasn’t enough. Tom needed to hear her begging for him.
“No, no. Not time for that yet, just warm yourself up for me. I’m not finished watching you.” Tom smirked as her lips dropped into a frown. “What do you do when I’m not around? Do you miss me? I want you to show me what you do when you miss me.”
Her hands left her hair, instead choosing to ghost over the waistband of her skirt. “Course I miss you, silly. I message you all the time.”
“Sweetheart, you know what I’m talking about. What do you do, late at night, right before you go to sleep, when you want me and I’m not there?” He wanted to hear her say it. He wanted to watch her get off to things that she imagined him doing to her.
“I pretend you’re there.” She couldn’t even look him in the eye for more than a few seconds without dropping her gaze back to the floor.
Her legs were still vacant for him and Tom gripped himself through his sweats when he thought about what he imagined when he missed her.
When Tom wanted her, he thought about how soft her skin felt atop his own when she grinded herself onto the bulge in his pants. He thought about the way she bit her lip, and sometimes even pressed a hand over her own mouth to muffle the sound of the soft gasps of his name. He thought about biting the insides of her thighs and holding her hips down to the bed so hard that there’d be bruises littering her skin the next day as he ate her out. Tom thought about her lips sucking, and licking, and teasing him. By then, he’d usually cum so hard that he’d shocked himself.
But, none of that mattered right now. The only thing that mattered was what she did in the soft flicker of lamplight when she wanted him when he couldn’t be there.
She made a move to move the hair off her shoulder when Tom continued, “Tell me what you think about while you’re at it too. Put on a show for me, darling. Give me something to think about while I’m away from you.”
Her skin still glowed with embarrassment, but she followed Tom’s directions.
“When you’re gone,” She started slowly and quietly. Tom had to strain himself to hear her voice. “And I can’t have you, I like to think about the first time you touched me. You were upset afterward, because you thought that I didn’t like it, but I thought about you there, and doing that, so often, that I had to rub one out every night.”
Her hands glided up and down her body and Tom shuddered.
The first time they’d done anything remotely sexual, it had happened in a park. On a park bench. Somehow, Tom literally couldn’t even recall, because what they’d done on the park bench had claimed his entire memory of the day, her legs had ended up draped over his lap. Her skirt had fallen up, maybe it was moved by the wind, and they were sitting across from a lake.
Tom, upon seeing the endless expanse of her legs, had moved in closer to kiss her. The soft kiss began to morph into a lustful, hungry makeout session, and with her permission, Tom had slid his hands up her dress, and his fingers inside her, and he kissed her and her neck until she came all over him.
Afterward, she’d told him that he was the first guy to do any of this to her and he panicked, because a girl as special as she was, should’ve been wined and dined, instead of being given her first orgasm on a park bench.
Her hands slithered across her open thighs. One of her hands disappeared underneath her skirt, while the other, traced the outline of her bralette.
“Tell me, baby, what’s going on in your head right now?” Tom’s elbows were grinding into his kneecaps and he was so hard for her that he was pretty sure he’d erupt.
“You’re laying down, on a bed, and you’re not wearing a shirt. I’m on my knees for you, I’m waiting til you let me suck it. You’re talking to me,” Tom knew she liked it when he talked to her, especially when he praised her. “You’re letting me have it now, you’re in my mouth and you’re yanking my hair and telling me where to go. It’s getting all over me, but I don’t care.” Her hips started to buck and Tom had to touch himself too.
She was gasping, no longer caring about him watching her touch herself. Her breasts were bouncing just how they did when he fucked her and her eyes remained sealed shut. Whimpers left her lips.
“You’re asking me if I wanna be your good girl and swallow you down. I do, I do, I do.” Her entire body was quivering and Tom halted his actions to focus on her.
“You’re going to be my good girl, darling. You’re going to cum all over your fingers, and you’re going to scream my name while you do so. You’re going to stop being shy, and you’re going to recognize how perilously I want you. Can you do that for me, my darling good girl?” Tom asked her, moving to stop right in between her legs.
He spread her legs further apart on the sofa before she could even respond.
She felt his breath fanning over her and how his eyes were glued to her center, but she couldn’t stop. She wanted this too bad, she wanted him too bad. “Yes, yes, yes.” She murmured and obeyed.
“Look at me when you cum darling, I want to watch you.” Tom lifted her chin and she nearly lost it all when he finally touched her.
Fighting to keep her eyes open and on his own, her hips started to move on their own accord, against her hands, and she could feel Tom, and she could see Tom and it was all too much for her.
Letting out a vehement shriek of his name, she followed Tom’s orders, because she’d always be his good girl.
Not even waiting for her to fully recover from her first orgasm, Tom smashed himself into her, already needing to give her another one.