i think this is appropriate song yes

Why Am I Like This | Part 4 | JUGHEAD JONES X READER

Description: The day of the Homecoming dance has finally arrived and things were going smoothly for once. Jughead and the reader elected to not talk about their almost kiss while Archie and the reader go ahead with their plans to preform at the dance. All is well until the end of Archie and the reader’s song when Jughead is seen with a face of pure desolation, storming out of the gym.

Author’s Note: I would like to say thank you to every one who had read/ commented on this fic I honestly did not think so many people would like it. This part is slow paced and not very action pact but it’s main purpose is to set the scene for part 5 which I’m sad to say will be the last one. Also the song that is sang in this part is by Maroon 5 but I honestly don’t like the original version so I envision what they’re singing sounding like this cover. If you want to be tagged in the next part or in any upcoming fic I write, feel free to message me.

Word Count: 1731

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3| Part 5

When the bell rang for 2nd period, Jughead was already halfway out the door hoping to beat the main hallway traffic. He kept his head down trying to avoid a confrontation with other students while weaving his way through the crowd. Archie was going through his locker with Betty by his side when Jughead arrived at their usual meeting spot before 3rd.

“Hey you nervous about tonight man,” Jughead asked leaning against the locker next to Archie.

He closed his locker and looked over at his friend. “Normally I would be but since (Y/N)’s gonna up there up with me I’m not nervous one bit. She’s as solid as rock.”

“Damn straight ginger,” a voice said from behind them. Jughead whipped his head around only see (Y/N) standing a foot behind them.  “Everyone in Riverdale is gonna be shook to their very core tonight I’m telling you.”

She and Archie high fived each other with a laugh, then started walking together to their next class with Jughead and Betty. Jughead walked in step next to (Y/N), their hands brushing together slightly with every step.

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anonymous asked:

Do you think this election has made Lana change her stance on feminism? I feel like in her interviews and stuff she's been sounding very pro-woman, plus God Bless America and all the witchy stuff? Idk


Pitchfork: Just a few years ago you were saying you didn’t care about feminism, and now you are writing protest songs and meditations on war and peace.

Lana Del Rey: Because things have shifted culturally. It’s more appropriate now than under the Obama administration, where at least everyone I knew felt safe. It was a good time. We were on the up-and-up. Women started to feel less safe under this administration instantly. What if they take away Planned Parenthood? What if we can’t get birth control? Now, when people ask me those questions, I feel a little differently. The reason why I asked Stevie Nicks to be on the record is because she changes when her environment changes, and I’m like that as well. In “When the World Was at War We Kept Dancing,” I wrote, “Boys, don’t make too much noise/Don’t try to be funny/Other people may not be understanding.” Like, Can you tone down your over-boisterous rhetoric that isn’t working? “God Bless America - And All the Beautiful Women in It” is a little shout out to the women and anyone else who doesn’t always feel safe walking down the street late at night. 

Pitchfork: Do you feel unsafe?

Lana Del Rey: I feel less safe than I did when Obama was president. When you have a leader at the top of the pyramid who is casually being loud and funny about things like that, it’s brought up character defects in people who already have the propensity to be violent towards women. I saw it right away in L.A. Walking down the street, people would just say things to you that I had never heard. When people asked me the feminist question before, I was like, “I’m not really experiencing personal discrimination as a woman. I feel like I’m doing well. I headline shows just like the Weeknd does. I got tons of women in my life, love women, support women.” I just felt like, Why don’t we talk about the music first? I can tell you that what I have done for women is tell my own story, and that’s all anyone can do.

super-goomba  asked:

So according to the AKA Facebook page, a number of the characters received their names from bands and/or songs! Kevin, Jimmy, Nazz, and Eddy are confirmed so far. Thoughts?

Ooh, I missed that, thanks for alerting me!

Nazz - I’m glad we finally got confirmation that Nazz was a reference to the band! Although, what I really want is an in-show explanation for why someone’s parents named her after an obscure 60s band.

Eddy - Very fitting of his character.  Kind of hauntingly sounds like Eddy’s voice is in there too…

Jimmy - Pretty damn appropriate, even though Jimmy really doesn’t mention his mom much, I think he’s only said “my parents” and “my father”

Kevin - Noooo don’t put the idea in my head that Kevin and Eddy could be cousins!!!  But yes this is a very good song for Kevin.

anonymous asked:

What is your objective opinion about Lana's performance and singing?

Nonnie, I am SO SORRY THAT IT TOOK ME THIS LONG TO ANSWER YOU! Truthfully, I wasn’t by tumblr regularly this week. And when “Love Doesn’t Stand a Chance” first dropped, I was so firmly in fan girl mode (my god Lana, be more gorgeous! I dare you!) that I knew I couldn’t be objective. But I am more level headed now so we can talk about this! 

Let’s (objectively) talk about “Love Doesn’t Stand a Chance”:

(If you don’t want to read the long book-length essay I wrote (whoops!), my short answer is: I think she did as well as anyone could have reasonably expected. The song is a lot of fun, and she has a lot of fun with it. Though I’m an Evil Regal to the end- this is not my favorite number. Still, I love it and play it often. And anyone who follows me knows that I have can’t stop reblogging gifs. It’s great. But, I am going to be more critical in what follows)

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anonymous asked:

Is t ok for me to ask when she says those those things? I'm not saying it ain't true I've just listen to very little of her music (the weird "big/cry baby X daddy" vibe makes me uncomfortable)

ofcccc yes!!!!

(tw for ableism, slurs, appropriation of mental illness, mention of rape/sexual assault/csa/pedophilia, misogyny, slut shaming, mention of food, death/murder, abuse, mention of suicide under cut)

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anonymous asked:

You do realize half of what hey violet 'did' were pure rumors with very little proof that tbh really did prove nothing? and who says they're the same? They've clearly changed.

(Why would Julia favorite this tweet if it’s all lies??? [04-09-2015])

(Oh right, because it’s all true. This is a personal close friend who was friends with all the girls, not just Julia. [04-14-2015])

([same close source] There was blackmail involved?? hmm, guess you don’t know everything anon. [04-10-2015])

Julia Pierce - Uber Rock Interview Exclusive:

Interviewer: Given that you were in a band with a pair of sisters I guess we can all imagine a kind of You-Against-Them scenario - is this how it ended up? Did you feel that it was suddenly three against one?

Julia Pierce: Yes, and yes.

(What do you call a “three against one” scenario? What do you think that meant? Read. Between. The. Lines.)

Yeah, CLEARLY hey v****t have “changed”…. yeah right, get real.

  • Rena still wears her fake dreads (appropriating culture)
  • Hey V****t sing a song entitled “Make Up” in which THEY GLORIFY ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIPS! (That’s Miranda and Casey included!!)
  • Nia and Brennan (her boyfriend) have a tattoo that plays homage to JD’s and Veronica’s ABUSIVE relationship. You know the one where Veronica had to fake her suicide in order to avoid JD, her boyfriend, from killing her… what a nice couple to model themselves after (clearly that was sarcasm) oh and they love Sid and Nancy. Need I explain who they were??


Plus, if it was “creative differences”… cus clearly I gotta spell it out for you. How come Julia wasn’t able to pick up where she left off?? I mean IF IT WAS HER DECISION TO WILLINGLY WALK AWAY FROM WHAT SHE CREATED, STARTED… WHERE IS HER SOLO CAREER? WHERE IS HER MUSIC? Meanwhile, you got these brats over here enjoying the fruits of Julia’s labor. And Sam Maloney, Hollywood Records, fans, and the Cherri Bomb name gave them. You honestly fell for that bullshit story? You really think a girl with a dream to start an all girl rock band at age 11 was suddenly gonna peace out and leave what she’s always wanted?? SERIOUSLY!? THINK ABOUT IT BEFORE YOU TRY AND DEFEND THESE GIRLS. They are guilty AF. They tore Julia’s dream apart and continued as if nothing happened and expected everyone to be on board. Why do you think they didn’t do much as “Cherri Bomb” after they kicked Julia out (besides mediocre home town shows and recorded their Mom’s old songs!?) They didn’t decide to change their name UNTIL 5SOS SIGNED THEM. You wanna know why!? Because they wanna act like they were never Cherri Bomb. They don’t wanna talk about their past. They wanna be Hey Violet now, cus it’s convenient. In their minds they’re above all their mess. They think because they wanna forget and act like Cherri Bomb didn’t actually help jump start their musical career, everyone else is going to accept that as the truth. And judging by your comment, you’re one of them.

You think they’ve changed? Good, go ahead and think that, but don’t expect me to believe that shit when there hasn’t been any actual proof of that. I only see them as they presented themselves to me. 

Remember, liars aren’t trustworthy.

5 +1 Fic Pt. 2

“5 Times Jean is Overwhelmed by Kissing Jeremy and 1 Time Jeremy is Overwhelmed”

Pt. 1 here

It turns out that “just one kiss to get it out of his system” turns into many kisses and nowhere near getting it out of his system. One of the particularly memorable moments is sitting in their dorm room bent over Jeremy’s laptop watching a Disney movie because Jeremy insisted it was a tragedy that Jean hadn’t seen any. This one involves a mermaid and a talking crab, among other things. Jean considers it a definite improvement over the one about the elephant with big ears.

He finds himself connecting a little bit too closely with “Part of Your World”, but is grounded by Jeremy shyly taking his hand and pressing it to his lips. He’s noticed that Jeremy has a bit of an obsession with his hands. He doesn’t understand why, but Jeremy loves to run his fingers over the crooked edges and scars of his fingers. Jean lets him, because he may not understand, but he’s already so gone for this boy and if he’s going to fall, he might as well fall all the way.

On the screen, the crab is leading a group of wetland creatures in some sort of song encouraging the prince to kiss the mermaid. Jean thinks that the prince is supremely stupid for not hearing the chorus of animals, but Jeremy is humming along happily and he’s already been scolded once for taking a children’s movie too seriously.

They reach the end of the song and Jean leans in to kiss Jeremy, feeling like his timing is appropriate. Jeremy continues humming into his lips and when he pulls away he’s beaming like Jean had given him some gift.

“What?” Jean asks, bemused.

“I think that’s the first time you’ve kissed me without me initiating it.”

Jean considers for a moment before saying, “Yes. I suppose it is.”

Jeremy hums before turning his attention back to the screen and threading his fingers through Jean’s.

“If you’re thinking of throwing a party leave me out of it.”

Jeremy laughs and leans in to kiss Jean’s cheek, saying “I’ll give you the highlights.”

Jean rolls his eyes fondly, but leans in to catch Jeremy’s lips again. It’s so much, for Jean to be acknowledging this, acknowledging his active role in this, but if it keeps Jeremy smiling like that it’s more than worth it.

“So does that make me Ariel?” Jeremy asks when they pull away.

“Sure. But I’m not as dumb as that prince.”

That opens him up to an impassioned tirade from Jeremy and it’s music to Jean’s ears.

anonymous asked:

Do you think that Liam has Moana in his movie library? Do you think he put it on for one of the Tempest's movie nights? Almost all of the songs in that movie could be about Ryder, the Pathfinders and the Andromeda Initiative.

…. Well crap, now you’ve got me thinking about Liam absently singing Disney tunes to himself in his hidey-hole. Like, can you imagine, him just belting out “I’ll Make a Man Out of You” during his workout? (Unknowingly switches to “A Girl Worth Fighting For” once he starts dating Ryder, because why the hell not?)

But yes, absolutely! That sounds like such a Liam thing to do. After all, he really seems to pay close attention to what’s thematically appropriate to the situation at hand (I mean his playlists are always themed, it’s so sweet), so I really wouldn’t put that out of his scope either. :) I’m not much of a film buff myself so it’s kinda difficult for me to think of what other movies would fall into that same theme, but I’m sure he can build a five hour movie marathon around that flick for sure.

Peebee leaves with a small black line down her cheek but will deny to her dying breath that it got her emotional. Later on you’ll find Cora humming “I am Moana” to herself in the shower. Eventually Moana sort of becomes an emotional comfort film for Ryder and co..

((new hc, Liam was the president of his high school film club. you will never wrestle this from me, not even from my cold, dead hands.))

More ‘fic, but not not that fic’.  Things are about to get rough.  I mean, really rough.  But after this part the majority of the trauma/angst is emotional so … that’s better, right?  (so help me I drew art for this chapter, before I even wrote chapter 1, but idk if I should post it or not b/c yeeesh )

So I was struggling a bit with this, trying to get the motivation to get through the harder to write segments at the end, and then … someone reblogged part 1.  Aah~.  With tags.  Aah!  And those tags are awesome.  AAH!!  and then I remembered that someone else reblogged with tags before and that was super awesome too.  AAAAAH!! *dead*  So,aah, thank you so much kitty4915 and kniffe-and-fork-and-satan, you’re amazing, and thanks also to savage-mojo and mistressminako.  Since you guys liked this travesty story of mine, and let’s face it I would have written it and kept it to myself anyway, … here’s part 2 with a shiny new title.  I had to finish in a hurry so if there’s any typos or things like that I’m really sorry and will fix them later. x_x  Fixed a few small problems.

Whispers in the Dark (still the nightmare that no one asked for)

Pairings: None
Characters: Papyrus 2-P, Sans 1-S, W. D. Gaster the tall man

Warnings: inhumane treatment of minors, conditioning, mentions of medical abuse, major self harm (which is more a self sacrifice really but I didn’t want to take any chances with trigger warnings), Evil!Gaster (actually not ‘evil’ but you know what I mean), too much grimdark angst, again please don’t read if you’re having a bad day and angst would make it worse (be good to yourself)

Notes: Baby Blasters AU belongs to the wonderful @spacegate, I’m just playing in their amazing little sandbox.  

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- The Top, 30th April 1984 -

After the apocalyptic environment that had settled in 1982, this was the last thing that you could expect from the band. The Top is considered by many a Robert’s solo work, this time not because of the lyrics (like Faith), but because he played almost every instrument in it, helped just by Lol! (Simon left in 1982, and the duo will get back to a proper band only with the 1984 tour, with Andy Anderson at the drums and Phil Thornalley at the bass.) I think that to describe this album, “colourful” is more appropriate than “psychedelic”: yes, Robert’s mental health in this period was at its lowest point, he lived months of surrealistic experiences taking every drug he could lay his hands on (he almost died after the recording of a track not included in the original album, “New Day”, and if you listen to it you’ll understand why), sometimes playing with The Banshees and with The Cure the same day. BUT,  I like to consider it like a transitional album, made to mark a new beginning, away from the gloomy angry previous albums… the songs are full of exaggerated feelings, made bolder by Robert’s voice and the use of unusual instruments. We have angry Pornography-style lyrics (“Shake Dog Shake”), delirious and playful love (“The Birdmad Girl”, one of my personal favourites!), the joyful “The Caterpillar”. Robert’s voice explores new tecniques, turning him in a caricature of his most extravagant side. That’s why I listen to it when I feel eccentric (and a little horny, I must admit… hehehehe). It’s not a “love at first listening” album, you have to grab the funny side in it first. Bananafishbones is an example. I hated it at first, now I dance to it like there’s no tomorrow (I call it the Banana Dance, like the one Robert does live :P)
The “colourful” atmosphere reigns for most of the record: the only exception is the title track, The Top. It’s like a return to reality; it is as if Robert hid in his drugged fantasy world for most of the time, and with this song he understands that he can’t keep going this way. Also, I can’t help but link the lyrics with Simon (“please come back, like all the other ones do…”)… but that’s just my robin gallith fangirl part that is speaking :> And about the noise at the start and at the end of the song: Chris Parry was creeped out by how obsessively Robert played with a top to get the right sound… I can almost figure him in my mind, his eyes fixed on the spinning object, staring at it like a 5 years old child for hours.
A friendly advice: this is not a very popular Cure album, but I suggest you to wait until you’re in a good (or trippy) mood and then give it a try, you won’t regret it! 

(If you want to open a discussion over it, feel free to send an ask ;))

anonymous asked:

25, calum

I can’t believe you talked me into this.” Calum muttered, sneaking into the principals office behind you, with Michael and Luke in tow.

“I did nothing of the sort!” You retorted, “Quick, the PA system mic is over here.”

You all scrambled to the desk, reaching for the mic and the boys brought out their instruments.

“This is going to be a fucking awesome for our channel though.” Mike whispered.

“If we don’t get suspended first.” Luke said, testing his guitar softly.

“You ready?” The boys nodded, and you switched on the mic.

“Search 5 Seconds of Summer on YouTube!” Michael quickly spoke before strumming the first chords of Check Yes Juliet by We The Kings.

Luke and Calum began to harmonize, and you were entranced by their voices. They were seriously talented.

Sure enough, one minute into the song the principal came bursting into the office, angrily telling you to turn off the microphone.

“Of course it’s you four, I would tell you to go to my office but it looks like you’ve already made yourselves comfortable. A months worth of detentions I think, does that sound appropriate?” She asked us, but we knew better than to answer.

We were dismissed from her room and sheepishly ran out, only to be met with a throng of cheering students.

You leaned over to Calum, who slung his arm over your shoulder, “I told you it would be worth it.”

Author Interview #10: Miss Mungoe

Miss Mungoe is a hugely talented writer who joined fanfiction.net in April 2009 and has written 56 stories for One Piece,Fairy Tail, Green Lantern: The Animated Series, Fullmetal Alchemist, Jak and Daxter, and How to Train Your Dragon. She describes herself as “twenty-something lit. student with a fondness for inappropriate puns and underrated pairings.”

I’ve already talked about Hard Liquor which is a Gajevy 1920s story and is one of my favourite Fairy Tail fanfictions. I’m also really enjoying Dark Waters, a mermaid AU. Of course, she’s written a lot more that I can’t possibly list here so check out her profile here.

I enjoy her stories a lot so I asked her some questions: 

1. How did you discover fanfiction?

By accident, more than anything else. I was just browsing for art when I found some links, and a few clicks later I happened upon the site. Needless to say, I stuck around. 

2. Why did you decide to write fanfiction?

I found it fascinating! For as long as I can remember I’ve been making up stories in my head with characters from my favourite novels, video games etc. and for years and years I did it without knowing that if I’d put pen to paper, it would be fanfiction. And so once I discovered that there was a whole community where I could share my stories, the choice was easy. I loved the way the fandom works, with people meeting to share stories and art and headcanons, and I wanted to be part of it. 

3. Did you read fanfiction a lot before starting to write it? If so, from what fandoms? 

I read some, but it didn’t take very long before I started writing myself. The first fandoms in which I was an active reader were Jak & Daxter, Final Fantasy X, The Longest Journey, Naruto and Bleach. 

4. How did you feel when you posted your first fanfiction?

Terrified! I was 13 at the time, I think, and horribly nervous about whether or not people would like my writing, or if I’d get people calling me out on my weaknesses. Obviously, I didn’t have the same grasp of the English language as I do today, but I’m proud of where I started out, and the mistakes I made. 

5. What’s the story/meaning behind your username?

I wanted something that didn’t necessarily mean anything? In the spirit of Lewis Carroll I wanted something fun and meaningless; a pseudonym that didn’t connect me to any specific thing or fandom. But at the same time I wanted something catchy, hence the alliteration with the repeated M-sounds in “Miss Mungoe”. I wasn’t super excited about it in the beginning, it was mostly a means to an end, but it’s grown on me. 

6. What do you think is your biggest strength and biggest weakness in your writing?

I like to imagine my biggest strength lies in characterization, which is what I put the most effort into. I want the dialogue to fit the characters, and their actions to be believable. My biggest weakness I would say is that I sometimes get a little heavy on descriptions. 

7. Do you write original work, other than fanfiction?

I do! I’ve always wanted to publish a book of my own, and I’ve worked on different projects over the years, from short stories to longer novels. I write a lot in English, but recently I’ve started writing more and more in my native tongue as well. 

8. Do you find it difficult to work on several stories at once? 

Not really, it’s actually how I work best. I’ve always had a knack for working on several different projects at the same time, and I don’t feel it impairs me in any way. The variation, since it’s always several very different stories, helps me from getting into ruts. It actually reflects how I am as a reader: I can never just read one book at a time. I always have at least five, that I move between depending on my mood. 

9. Do you have a special ritual or certain things that you do when you write?

I need coffee as well as good music. I make playlists for the fics I’m working on, with appropriate songs to get into the right mood for writing. 

10. Do you refer to the original material often to help you when writing?

Yes, I make copious references to the canon material in my AU-stories. 

11. Is there an aspect that you don’t like about writing and posting fanfiction?

The entitlement of some of my readers, I think is my number one annoyance. I mostly get wonderful and supportive reviews and messages, but there will always be those who demand without giving much back, and who will hold me personally responsible if I don’t include a ship they want,or don’t take the story in the direction they want it to go. 

12. What is the biggest challenge for you when writing fanfiction?

Finding the time, honestly. I’ve also mentioned that I’m a non-native speaker, and even if I’ve got a degree in English and a pretty good grasp of the language, I still struggle sometimes, because my head will think in my native language and I’ll structure sentences that make no sense. 

13. What are your favourite fanfictions for the Gajevy pairing?

It’s been a while since I’ve been an active reader in this fandom, but I pop by from time to time. Here are some stories I keep coming back to read: 

‘Plans and Execution’ AuroraLeona
'Ironbound Paperbacks’ by Corrose
'Atheneum’ by Lionus 
'With the Tide’ by feari teiru
'Make Your Nest and Lay in It’ by Silver Inklett
'Misconceptions’ by Yssa B

14. Who are your top 5 writers that you would recommend to check out?

Choosing a top five in one fandom is difficult enough, but a top five out of all my favourites was extremely challenging, after 10 years with fanfiction. But here are some of those whose works I’ve read so many times I know some of them by heart, and who I would give my left arm to meet, let alone achieve a fraction of their skill: LoquaciousQuark (writes for Dragon Age), notbecauseofvictories (Lord of the Rings + original), leupagus (The Hobbit), Mira-Jade (everything from Marvel to Shakespeare) and tarysande (Mass Effect). 

For gajevy, the authors listed in the question above! 

15. You’ve written for many different fandoms, why is that? Which fandom do you prefer writing in?

It ties in with why I like to write several stories at once: I like to move about. If I write for the same fandom or the same characters for an extended time, I grow restless and my inspiration wanes. I tend to follow my inspiration wherever it takes me, and sometimes that means writing for a completely different fandom. 

My favourite is actually the One Piece fandom. I had a story there on hiatus for years, but the only thing I got was supportive messages, not a single disgruntled or demanding reader, and people were just generally lovely and kind. Some of the other fandoms I write for have a lot of issues with this. I have very little patience when it comes to dealing with entitled readers, but I can’t say I’ve ever come across that in the One Piece fandom. Maybe I’m just lucky, but that’s my experience, at least. 

16. Have you had unpleasant experiences with some of your readers?

Not really unpleasant, they’re mostly kind. I’ve had a few people disagree with how I’ve chosen to do things, but that’s about as close as I’ve gotten. 

17. Do you think there will be a time when you decide to stop writing fanfiction?

I don’t know, it depends on how my life turns out, I guess? Right now it’s a way for me to relax and unwind; I’m a full-time student working part-time, and writing fanfiction helps with stress. To be honest, I hope I never stop writing it, but at the same time I don’t know. 

18. If you could sum up your experience as a successful fanfiction writer in three words, what would they be?

Take. No. S***. 

19. Would you have any advice to aspiring writers?

Write. Just do it. One sentence a day or ten pages, it doesn’t matter, just keep writing. Start out with something small – drabbles, ficlets, what have you, and let yourself grow. Improve, take risks, read and reread your work and learn to love it. Dare to make mistakes, and if you do, take a breath and move on. And most importantly: write what you want, the way you want it. 

20. Anything to say to your readers and potential readers?

I write a lot for myself, but I also write for my readers. So thank you so much for your support; for being so lovely and for sticking with me even if I’ve got so many different projects going at once and I don’t focus all my energy on that one particular story you’d like me to update. Thank you for all the thoughtful messages and the fantastic artworks, and I only hope I can someday come close to deserving it! 

For potential readers: here there be crack-ships and AU. Tread lightly

Thank you for doing this interview and for your wonderful fanfiction! Check out her blog mungoe :)


i have heard you: all who have voiced opposition to my conducting a writing and performing seminar at the nottoway plantation. i have decided to cancel the retreat.

when i agreed to do a retreat (with a promoter who has organized such things before with other artists and who approached me about being the next curator/host/teacher), i did not know the exact location it was to be held. i knew only that it would be “not too far outside of new orleans” so that i could potentially come home to my own bed each night (ONE GREAT THING ABOUT NOT BEING A SLAVE IS THAT YOU GET YOUR OWN BED, AND I REALLY, REALLY Like MINE). and i knew that one of the days of the retreat was slated as a field trip wherein everyone would come to new orleans together (KIND OF LIKE A TRIP TO THE ZOO). 

later, when i found out it was to be held at a resort on a former plantation, I thought to myself, “whoa” (WHICH IS KIND OF LIKE THAT TIME I WENT ON THAT WATERSLIDE WHILST ON VACATION. THE SLIDE WAS WAY BIGGER THAN I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE AND WHEN I GOT TO THE TOP I WAS ALL LIKE, ‘WOAH’), but i did not imagine or understand that the setting of a plantation would trigger such collective outrage or result in so much high velocity bitterness (I’M A FEMINIST BUT I HAVE TO CALL IT AS I SEE IT. BLACK WOMEN BE BITTER. AND NOT IN A REGULAR, TWISTED WAY, IN A HIGH VELOCITY WAY). i imagined instead (IN A MORE FORWARD THINKING WAY) that the setting would become a participant in the event (Like A FUN PERSON AT A RIGHTEOUS PARTY).

this was doubtless to be a gathering of progressive and engaged people (I KNOW THIS FOR SURE BECAUSE I GAVE THEM ALL AN EXAM ON THEIR RIGHTEOUS PROGRESSIVE CREDENTIALS BEFORE I TOOK THEIR CARD DETAILS), so i imagined (IMAGINING YOU’RE ANTI RACIST IS AS GOOD AS BEING ANTI RACIST) a dialogue would emerge organically over the four days about the issue of where we were (A BACKDROP OF A PLANTATION IS ABOUT THE ONLY WAY YOU CAN GET SO MANY WHITE LADIES TO HAVE A CONVERSATION ABOUT SLAVERY). i have heard the feedback that it is not my place to go to former plantations and initiate such a dialogue. 

tragedies on a massive scale are not easily dealt with or recovered from (I KNOW THIS BECAUSE I USED TO BE A SLAVE. OH NO, WAIT, I DIDN’T.). i certainly in no way expect or want to be immune from that pain or that process of recovery. i welcome (and in fact have always pursued, [SINCE I WAS IN UTERI]) constructive (CONSTRUCTIVE IS THE OPERATIVE WORD, BITTER BLACK LADIES) dialogue about these and all political/social issues. my intention of going ahead with the conference at the nottoway plantation was not to be a part of a great forgetting but its opposite (REMEMBERING. BECAUSE THAT’S THE OPPOSITE GUYS. OF FORGETTING. REMMEBERING. IN CASE YOU HAD NOT NOTICED).

i know that pain is stored in places where great social ills have occurred. i believe that people must go to those places (I DIDN’T MEAN TO GO TO ‘THOSE PLACES’ ORIGINALLY, BUT WHAT’S THE PHRASE? WHEN LIFE GIVES YOU A RETREAT ON A PLANTATION, MAKE LEMONADE!) with awareness and with compassionate energy and meditate on what has happened and absorb some of the reverberating pain with their attention and their awareness. i believe that compassionate energy is transformative and necessary for healing the wounds of history. i believe that even though i am white, i can and must do this work too. if you disagree, i respectfully understand where you’re coming from and your right to disagree. i am not unaware of the mechanism of white privilege or the fact that i need to listen more than talk when it comes to issues of race (BUT I’LL TALK FOR ANOTHER PAGE OR SO ANYWAY). if nottoway is simply not an acceptable place for me to go and try to do my work in the eyes of many, then let me just concede before more divisive words are spilled (NOTE: DIVISIVE WORDS HAVE ALREADY BEEN SPILLED. I’M TALKING ABOUT YOU, BITTER BLACK LADIES. STOP SPILLING THOSE WORDS. KEEP THEM IN YOUR HEAD VASES).

i obviously underestimated the power of an evocatively symbolic (RACISM IS DEAD AND OLD PLANTATIONS ARE SYMBOLS. OR IS IT CYMBALS? EITHER WAY, NOTHING REAL IS GOING DOWN) place to trigger collective and individual pain. i believe that your energy and your questioning are needed in this world. i know that the pain of slavery is real and runs very deep and wide. However (HAHA, BET YOU THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO END IT THERE, DIDN’T YOU? NOPE! THERE’S A ‘HOWEVER’! GOTCHA!) in this incident i think is very unfortunate what many (BLACK LADIES) have chosen to do with that pain (WHEN I’M IN PAIN I ALWAYS CHANNEL IT APPROPRIATELY AND WRITE A NEW SONG. OH BITTER BLACK WOMEN, WHY CAN’T YOU BE AS CREATIVE AND SOULFUL AS ME?). i cancel the retreat now because i wish to restore peace and respectful discourse between people as quickly as possible. i entreat you to refocus your concerns and comments on this matter with positive energy and allow us now to work together (YES ANI LET’S WORK TOGETHER. NO WAIT, I’M TOO BITTER) towards common (STOLEN) ground and healing.

 for myself (THAT’S ME, ANI DIFRANCO, BY THE WAY), i believe that one cannot draw a line around the nottoway plantation and say “racism reached its depths of wrongness here” and then point to the other side of that line and say “but not here” (BASICALLY, BECAUSE OF COLONIALISM AND SLAVERY AND EVERYTHING, DRAWING THE LINE ANYWHERE IS IMPOSSIBLE, SO LET’S JUST SAY ONCE AND FOR ALL THAT WHITE PEOPLE CAN GO WHEREVER THE FUCK THEY LIKE AND SAY WHATEVER THE FUCK THEY LIKE WITHOUT THERE BEING BITTER REMARKS ABOUT IT ON TWITTER). i know that any building built before 1860 in the South and many after, were built on the backs of slaves (YEAH, I’VE BEEN READING HISTORY BOOKS WHILE YOU GUYS HAVE BEEN WASTING TIME ON TWITTER. BET YOU DIDN’T KNOW ABOUT THE BACKS OF SLAVES, DID YOU?). i know that in new orleans, the city i live in, most buildings have slave quarters out back, and to not use any buildings that speak to our country’s history of slavery would necessitate moving far far away (AND I HATE MOVING. IT’S SUCH A HASSLE. ALL THE BOXES, NEVER KNOWING WHERE YOUR TIN OPENER IS. IT’S TERRIBLE. IT’S ALMOST AS BAD AS SLAVERY).

i know that indeed our whole country has had a history of invasion, oppression and exploitation as part of its very fabric of power and wealth. i know that each of us (EVEN YOU, BITTER BLACK LADIES. YOU’RE JUST AS BAD AS ME) is sitting right now in a building located on stolen land. stolen from the original people of this continent who suffered genocide at the hands of european colonists (YEAH I DIDN’T JUST READ UP ON SLAVERY, I WENT ALL THE WAY BACK TO THE AMERICAN HOLOCAUST. GET ME). i know that many of us can look down right now and see shoes and clothes that were manufactured by modern day indentured servants in sweat shops. i know that micro profits from purchases that we make all day long are trickling down to monsanto, to nestle and to GE (WHO’S WORSE, MONSANTO OR ME? YUP, MONSANTO. I’M LIKE PRACTICALLY AN ANGEL IN COMPARISON. THAT’S WHY I MADE THE COMPARISON). i know that a sickeningly large percentage of the taxes we pay go to manufacturing weapons and to making war. and on and on and on (I CAN’T BE BOTHERED TO LIST ANY MORE ATROCITIES.). it is a very imperfect world we live in and (WHITE PEOPLE CAN’T DO ANYTHING RIGHT. IT’S LITERALLY IMPOSSIBLE. YOU CAN’T EVEN HOST A LADIES RETREAT ON AN OLD SLAVE PLANTATION WITHOUT SOME UPPITY BLACK WOMAN MAKING A FUSS ABOUT IT ON SOCIAL MEDIA) i, like everyone else, am just trying to do my best to negotiate it (THEY TOLD ME IN SCHOOL THAT ALL THAT MATTERED WAS THAT I TRIED MY BEST. I THINK THEY TOLD THE BLACK KIDS SOMETHING DIFFERENT, BUT HEY, I’M WHITE. I MEAN, HEY, THAT’S LIFE.)

as to the matter of the current owner of the resort and his political leanings, that was brought to my attention yesterday and it does disturb me. but it also begs further questions: who are all the owners of all the venues i or any other musician play? the performing arts centers? the theaters? the night clubs? i bet there are a lot of rich white dudes with conservative political leanings on the list (WE’LL NEVER KNOW THOUGH. I’M CERTAINLY NOT GOING TO BOTHER CHECKING. IT’S HARD ENOUGH TO BOOK VENUES AS IT IS WITHOUT MAKING SURE THEY’RE ALL ETHICAL AND SHIT. WHO AM I, GHANDI?). is it possible to separate the positive from the negative people in this world? (IS IT POSSIBLE TO ASK SO MANY GENERAL PHILOSOPHICAL QUESTIONS THAT EVERYONE FORGETS THE ORIGINAL ISSUE?) will those lines be clear and discernible with enough research?

is it my job to do this for every gig (BECAUSE I’M TOTALLY NOT UP FOR THAT. I CAN CANCEL AN EVENT EVERY NOW AND AGAIN WHEN BLACK WOMEN GET HIGH VELOCITY BITTER ON TWITTER, BUT I ALREADY HAVE A JOB. I’M A SINGING WHITE LADY, AND I SIMPLY DON’T HAVE TIME TO DO ALL THIS ANTI RACIST BULLSHIT ON TOP OF IT ALL)? is it possible to ensure that no ‘bad’ person will ever profit in any way from my existence or my work? again, maybe we should indeed have drawn a line in this case and said nottoway plantation is not a good place to go; maybe we should have vetted the place more thoroughly. (GOD I COULD REALLY LEAVE IT THERE BUT I FEEL A BUT COMING. A BUT OR A HOWEVER. MAYBE AN ALTHOUGH? NO, IT’S A BUT) but should hatred be spit at me over that mistake? (ANSWER: NO. I SHOULD BE ABLE TO ARRANGE AS MANY PLANTATION THINKATHONS AS I LIKE WITHOUT INCITING THE HATRED OF ANYBODY. IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK?).

i believe that we need every ounce of energy that we have to try to create a positive change in this world. and to work together. that energy is precious (AM I BEING TOO SUBTLE? THIS IS NOT A GOOD USE OF YOUR ENERGY, BLACK BITTER WOMEN! DO SOMETHING ELSE WITH YOUR TIME! WRITE SONGS OR TAKE MOUNTAIN WALKS OR COOK PIG’S FEET OR SOMETHING, ANYTHING, MY GOD, BUT PLEASE STOP DOING THIS, IT’S REALLY GRIPPING MY SHIT).

my focus for the righteous retreat was on creating an enriching experience that celebrated a diversity of voice and spirit (AND OF PEOPLE GUYS. YOU WAIT TILL YOU SEE WHO I INVITED). i invited my friends Buddy Wakefield, Toshi Reagon (TOSHI’S BLACK BY THE WAY! IN YOUR FACE, PEOPLE WHO CALLED ME A RACIST! THIS IS WHAT I MEANT WHEN I SAID ‘DIVERSITY’) and Hamell on Trial to impart their particular brands of spirit (‘DIVERSE’ PEOPLE ARE SO SPIRITUAL AND WISE. CERTAINLY SPIRITUAL ENOUGH TO OVERCOME OLD PLANTATION VIBES) and wisdom to the conference attendees.

i also planned to take the whole group on a field trip to Roots of Music, a free music school for underprivileged kids (PROBABLY A LOT OF BLACK KIDS IN THAT CATEGORY) in New Orleans. Roots of Music is located at the Cabildo, a building in the French Quarter which was the seat of the former slaveholder government where all the laws of the slave state were first written and enacted. i believe that the existence of Roots of Music in this building is transcendent (THEY MANAGED TO TRANSCEND THIS SLAVERY STUFF. WHAT’S YOUR EXCUSE?) and it would have been a very inspiring place to visit. (UNFORTUNATELY, THE AMOUNT OF INSPIRATION TAKING PLACE AT ROOTS MUSIC WILL NOW BE ZERO BECAUSE I WON’T BE THERE. ARE YOU PLEASED WITH YOURSELVES, BLACK BITTER LADIES?). i also believe that Roots could have gained a few new supporters (THEY ONLY NEEDED A FEW, BUT NOW THEY’LL BE GETTING NONE, BECAUSE I WON’T BE THERE. I HOPE YOU’RE HAPPY BITTER BLACK WOMEN). in short (WELL, TO BE FAIR, IN LONG), i think many positive and life-affirming connections would have been made at this conference, in its all of its complexity of design (NOT ANYMORE BITTER BLACK BITCHES. YOU’VE FUCKING RUINED MY COMPLEX 4 DAY WEEKEND). 

i do not wish to reinvent the righteous retreat at this point to eliminate the stay at the Nottoway Plantation. at this point I wish only to cancel (THAT’S MY ONLY WISH).


let us not oversimplify (LIKE YOU DID) to black and white (PUN INTENDED) a society that contains many, many shades of grey (I’M IDENTIFYING AS GREY HERE). and let us not forget to be compassionate towards each other as we attempt to move forward and write the next pages in our history. our (THAT’S US, COMMUNITAH, ALL OF US, TOGETHER) story is not over and, Citizens of the Internet, it is now ours to write (MINE AND EVERYONE ELSE’S, MAINLY MINE).



It’s the second day of their Academy training, and Leo already regrets agreeing to room with Jim.

He’d done it in a moment of weakness, when they stepped off the shuttle and he was faced with the cold reality of life in a strange place without a soul he knew. Not that he really knew Jim, but… It was about as close as he was gonna get. 

And so they’d ended up with a shoebox dormitory apartment a short walk off the main quad. It had two double beds, a sterile white porcelain bathroom, and a small, isolated fire hazard that passed for a kitchen. In short, it was functional.

Or at least it would be, if Jim weren’t such a damn child. The kid owned, like, three full outfits’ worth of clothes. How in the world he managed to spread them out over almost every surface was beyond Leo. It was like he turned into a small tornado as he undressed. Heaving a sigh, he pulled out his PADD and sent Jim a comm.

>Remind me why we’re living together? If I wanted to clean up after someone, I’d have stayed married.

Jim’s answer was almost instantaneous.

>>Bones, are you proposing? He pinched the bridge of his nose, a headache tickling the back of his skull.

>Never again, and definitely not to you.

>>Oh, c'mon Bones. Could be fun ;)

>Tried it once. Wasn’t a fan.

>>audio file transfer =“bmmy.mp3”

Bones sat back, brow furrowed. Tentatively, he tapped the file and hit play.

It’s a beautiful night

We’re looking for something dumb to do

Hey baby, I think I wanna marry you

He blinked, indignant, as the singer crooned on. 

Yes, Leo definitely regrets agreeing to room with Jim Kirk. But as he scours his PADD for an appropriate retaliatory song, he can’t help but think that this might be the beginning of a beautiful(ly weird) friendship.

anonymous asked:

hello I am extremely in love with Calum Hood and it would be so lovely if you would write me a little something involving birthday sex it was my birthday a couple days ago and I'm sorta craving to read something with my fav and I'm now 18 so yay to that anyways I would love if you wrote something with much overstimulation and if he called me "princess" and "babygirl" I would love you forever and ever please and thankyou

happy belated birthday! also, i changed it up just a bit, i hope you don’t mind and my smut is terrible so bear with me

I was woken up by the sweet aroma of pancakes and bacon coming from the kitchen, and the blinding sunlight peaking through my curtains. Pulling the blankets off my body, I pulled on some pants and scurried downstairs to find Calum being the one behind this amazing smell.

Not wanting to startle him, I cleared my throat when I entered the room. He turned around and a big grin appeared on his face. “Happy birthday, baby girl.” He sauntered over to me, boxers hanging lower than usual, and wrapped his arms tightly around my waist pulling my hips into his. “Thank you,” I blushed, pecking his lips. “I was gonna surprise you and bring you breakfast in bed, but since you’re already up there’s no point.” He jutted his bottom lip out and pouted a little. “Awh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to ruin your surprise.” Calum pulled away and walked back over to the stove. “It’s okay.” He said, turning to look at me. “I’ve got a couple more surprises for you.” He wiggled his eyebrows and went back to cooking.

“Oh yeah?” I asked sarcastically. “And when exactly and I going to get these surprises?” I stood up on my tip toes, reaching some glasses from the cabinet and setting them on the table. “Later tonight, after you come back from your day with your friends.”

He flipped the last pancake one final time, then came over to the table and set the food down. Sitting across from me, he smiled when our eyes met. “I really hope you’ll like them. I’m pretty excited.” He grinned widely before taking a sip of his orange juice. “I guess we’ll have to wait and see, won’t we?”


“So how does it feel to finally be 18?” My best friend asked looking over at me. “I don’t know, it pretty much feels the same as being 17..” I laughed. “Do you and Calum have any plans for later?” I took a sip of my coffee before I answered her. “Uh, I don’t think so. I mean, he told me this morning he had a couple surprises for me for when I get back, but that’s all he said.” A sly grin appeared on her lips and she wiggled her eyebrows at me. “What if he’s planning for you guys to.. ya know, have sex?” I nearly spat out my coffee when she said those words.

I thought about it for a minute, and what if she was right? What if he was planning for us to have sex? To be honest, I didn’t really know how I felt about that. I mean, I love Calum more than anything- and I know he feels the same way, but he knows I’m a virgin and that I’m nervous about that. I just hope he understands if he is planning on doing that and I tell him I’m not ready..

“Do you think he is?” I asked, a little worried, clutching my cup of coffee so tight my knuckle were turning white. “Relax,” she said, putting her hand over mine. “he knows you’re a virgin. And I’m sure he’ll understand if you still aren’t ready.”

I took a deep breath and tried calming myself. So what if he was? There’s nothing to worry about. We both love each other and I’m gonna have to get over this fear and have sex one day, so why not have it happen on my birthday, with Calum?


I stumbled through the front door, dropping my heavy shopping bags to the floor and my keys on the coffee table. “Calum?” I shouted, not being able to find him. “Up here, princess!” I heard his faint voice come from the bedroom and I knew exactly why he was in there.

My heart was racing and my palms were beginning to sweat as I slowly walked up the stairs and to our bedroom.

I inhaled deeply before I turned the knob and opened the door.

Inside, Calum was sprawled out on the bed wearing a pair of boxers, which I had never seen before so I’m going to assume he’d just bought them, and an awful white bathrobe with zebra print along the collar and sleeves.

There were candles lit and rose pedals scattered across the floor. There was a slight hint of vanilla that filled the room and and it  was dimly lit.

“Surprise!” He smiled cheekily. “Happy birthday, again. Come, come lay next to me.” A moved his hand along the bed, motioning for me to lie down. So I kicked off my shoes and joined him on the bed.

“Calum, I-” I was cut off by him putting his index finger over my lips. “Y/N, I know you’re a virgin, and I know you’re nervous; but I need you to trust me. I need you to know that I’m not gonna hurt you, I’ll keep you safe because I love you so fucking much. All I want is for you to be happy. So if you’re still not ready, I understand.”

His eyes scanned my face, waiting for me to answer and I could sense how anxious he was while waiting for me. I took a minute, but I finally spoke up.

“I’m ready..” I said with a shaky voice. “Are you sure?” His face lit up like a Christmas tree and he bit his lip. I shook my head nervously. “Yes,”

Calum licked his lips before lowering his face to mine and gently placing his lips on mine. “I almost forgot,” he said, pulling away and getting up from the bed. “We need music to set the mood.”

He waltzed over to his stereo and shuffled through his music. When he put his phone down, the music began playing.

“Bump ‘n Grind, really Calum?” I leaned back on my elbows and looked up at him as he laughed. “I think this song is appropriate for the situation at hand, don’t you?” He sat back on the bed and cupped my face with his big hands. “Now where were we?”

As we continued to kiss, his hands trailed their way down to my back side. He gave me a firm squeeze, causing me to jerk my hips forward and bring myself closer to him. “Relax, baby girl.” He whispered softly as he left wet, open mouthed kisses down my neck.

I guess he could sense that I was nervous because he brought his face back up and rested his forehead on mine. “Listen, I know you’re anxious, but you’ve got nothing to worry about.”

He continued to tell me that I shouldn’t be nervous as his hands trailed down my body again. Reaching the hem of my blouse, he slowly pulled it up and over my head. Once it landed on the floor, he wasted no time doing the same thing with my jeans, tossing those right next to my shirt. His eyes raked up and down my half naked body and I could feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment.

“You are so incredibly beautiful.” he whispered before kissing all over my newly exposed skin, making sure he left his mark.

Unsure of what I should have been doing, I slid my hand over his toned abs, feeling them under the pads of my fingers. I pushed the ugly robe off his shoulders and he let it fall to the floor.

“You’re wearing more clothes than me, this isn’t fair.” He smirked, sitting me up, snaking his arms around my back. He unclasped my bra and threw it to the floor in a matter of seconds. And as if I wasn’t nervous before, Calum kept staring at my now exposed chest.

“Please stop staring.” I whispered quietly, bringing my arms up to cover my chest. Calum wasn’t having that though; he pulled my hands back down to my sides and smiled at me. “You’re breath taking, Y/N. There’s no need to cover up.”

He placed a couple of chaste kisses along the valley of my breasts, then taking my right nipple into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around it, gently biting on it, then showing the same attention to the left side. My head fell back, a quiet moan escaping my lips.

With long, open mouthed kisses, Calum made his way down my stomach; definitely leaving marks. When he reached my panties, he placed a gentle kiss on my core over the now soaking fabric. His fingers quickly dipped under the elastic, peeling them down my legs and tossing them to the floor with the rest of my clothes.

I was now completely naked in front of Calum; my biggest fear. I was nervous for him to see me in such a vulnerable state. The constant thought of him not liking my body played over and over in the back of my mind. What if he was repulsed by what was in front of him? What if every time he called me beautiful it was just a lie and he actually thought the complete opposite? I was embarrassed to be in front of him like this. My cheeks flushed bright red and my hands flew to cover my face. I couldn’t handle it.

Calum stopped what he was doing, and looked up at me. “Are you okay?” he asked, his face had a million different expressions; confusion, worriedness, lust, disappointment. I didn’t know how to word exactly how I was feeling, but I knew he knew. “You’re still nervous.” I shook my head, sitting up and covering myself as much as I could. He let out a sigh, smiling as he shook his head. “Y/N,” he said, taking my hand in his. “There is absolutely nothing to be worried about. You love me, don’t you?” I cocked my head to the side. “Of course I do, Calum..” He shushed me. “Do you trust me?” Again, I was confused. “Yes, absolutely. What are you getting at-” he cute me off. “Then let me do this. I want you to be happy. I want you to know that I love, and adore you, and that you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid my eyes on.” His lips ghosted over mine and he whispered, “I want to make you feel good, princess.”

I gulped hard and shook my head. “Okay..” and he brought his face back down between my thighs. He placed a soft kiss over my clit, interlacing his fingers with mine as he did so. All of a sudden, I felt Calum’s tongue flatten and he began to lick up and down my slit.

I gasped, squirming under him. The feeling felt like nothing I had ever felt before and I didn’t want him to stop. He continued this a few more times then brought his lips up to my clit. Closing around it, he began sucking harshly. The feeling was sensational and I couldn’t help but buck my hips. Calum chuckled at this and let go of my hands, pushing my hips down on the bed forcefully. “I know you’re excited, princess” he said between licks. “but you have to stay still for me.”

He continued his assault on my clit, adding one of his long, slender fingers to the mix; curling it inside me in a come here motion. I moaned his name loudly, encouraging him to go faster. This threw me over the edge and we both knew I was close.

My hand squeezed his tighter, causing my knuckles to turn white as my free hand flew to his curly hair, tugging on it harshly. I tried moving my hips for more friction, but Calum’s grip was too strong.

As he felt me start to clench around him, he worked his tongue faster as his fingers went deeper. When my orgasm hit, it hit hard. My thighs closed around his head and my back arched off the bed as I screamed out his name, followed by a string of profanities. The feeling of euphoria rushed through my veins and it felt like my heart was gonna beat out of my chest.

Calum kitten licked up my slit, collecting the juices that he had missed, but soon once again wrapping his lips around my clit.

“Calum, I- I’m done..” I let go of his hand and tried lifting his head, but he kept going. “You may be, but I’m not.” the vibrations of his voice sent shivers through my body, adding to the pleasure. He looked up at me, locking his eyes with mine, not breaking contact. I was still sensitive from my first orgasm so I knew this second one would be coming quickly.

He dove his tongue into my entrance, pumping in and out out at a fast pace as his thumb drew figure 8’s on my clit.

My breathing grew heavy and my heart was racing as he sped up his pace. The knot in my stomach grew bigger and I knew I was going to be sent over the edge any second. “Come on, baby girl, I know you’re close; come for me.” His voice was low. He grazed his teeth over my clit, gently biting on it; and that’s when I lost it. I threw my head back on the pillow and moaned out in ecstasy.

Calum liked up my remaining juices before he stood. His chin was glistening with my arousal, and he wiped it away with the back of his hand. I stared up at him as he kicked off his boxers. His cock sprung free from it’s restraints, slapping his abdomen. “Condom’s are in the drawer right there.” He pointed to the top drawer of the night stand and I opened it, pulling out the first one I could grab.

He kneeled on the bed and I sat up, handing him the condom. “You do it.” He smirked.

My hands were shaking as I brought the foil packet to my mouth and tore it open with my teeth. Once open, I pulled out the condom and rolled it down his cock. “Are you ready?” He asked, hovering over me. I shook my head nervously. “As ready as I’ll ever be..”

He placed a soft kiss to my lips as he lined himself up with my entrance and gently pushed in. I winced at the foreign feeling and he stilled for a minute, giving me time to adjust. “Whenever you’re ready.” I let out a deep sigh. “I’m ready.”

He kissed me again, thrusting his hips at slow pace. “Keep your eyes on me, baby girl, don’t ever look away.”

As the pain subsided, pleasure over took and I was craving more. “Faster, Calum.” I whined, needing more of him; and he obliged. Picking up his speed, his thrusts became faster and deeper. He brought his hand between our bodies and began circling my clit. I bit my lip, trying to hold back my cries.

Still being overly sensitive from my two previous orgasms, I definitely wasn’t going to last long this time.

I felt Calum twitch as my walls clenched around him. His thrusts got faster as he pounded into me, going as deep as he could.

I squeezed my eyes shut as my third orgasm of the night hit me like a ton of bricks. “Open your eyes, look at me.” His voice was rough and husky.

He bit his lip, and his face contorted with pleasure as I felt him release into the condom. His thrusts became slow and sloppy, as he milked his orgasm for a couple seconds longer.

Eventually, he stopped and pulled out of me and I whined at the loss of contact. After tossing the condom in the bin, he laid beside me, pulling the sheet over our sweaty bodies. Trying to catch my breath, I looked over at him and smiled. “How was it?” he asked, catching his bottom lip between his teeth. “Better than I expected- way better!” we both laughed, and he pushed my hair out of my face. “Well I’m glad. See, I told you there was nothing to be nervous about.”

I stuck my tongue out at him, and rested my head on his chest, tracing along the tattoo on his collar bone.

“Happy birthday, princess.” he whispered, kissing my forehead.


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First of all, I want to thank everyone so so much. After finally checking my account again, I found out I reached over 10,000 followers. I can’t even begin to comprehend how this happened. Like really I can’t comprehend it I almost never answer my asks and I occasionally just avoid my account for a few weeks. I really appreciate everyone who’s reblogged or sent me comments!

Now to the point. For reaching this many followers I want to hold an INFP art contest. This contest is super opened ended. Here’s what it’s all about:

  • The contest is an art contest. By art I literally mean anything. Anything such as a drawing, a poem, short story, display, photograph, song, comic, collage, etc.
  • The task is just to make something that represents you as an INFP or your feelings as an INFP 
    • Please keep it generally appropriate 
  • Yes, you’re required to be an INFP (I’ll allow it if you are unsure but I’d prefer if only INFP’s did this because I want it coming from our perspective)
  • EVEN IF YOU THINK YOU’RE TERRIBLE STILL GIVE IT A SHOT!!! I think it’s great even just to see everyone’s creativity and feelings
  • Current due date for this will be leap day, February 29

What you need to do to participate: 

  • Reblog this post!! (Maybe comment that you’re interested). I really want people to see this. Even if your not doing it please reblog it if it won’t mess with your blog aesthetic
  • Give me 50 dogs
  • Write a short reflection on why it represents you as an INFP or your INFP feelings
  • Submit your artwork + reflection when it’s done. Just go to this link
  • That’s it - look how easy it is

Why participate in the first place? Here’s an ongoing list of some of the “prizes” you’ll get if you win. 

1. Recognition for your beautiful work
2. Shoutout on multiple accounts
3. A follow and spam of likes
4. If you want I’ll find some way to bombard you with cute animal pictures/links and positive things in your inbox 
5. If you send me a picture, I’ll draw you, character you like, or an oc. Below is an example of some sketches I’ve done. I would color them too though. 

I think it would be really fun and interesting and I hope many people send me stuff. Not all the information is completely set in stone (I’m a p type remember). I might end up picking more than 1 person if enough people do it. Or I might extend the due date if need be. SEND ME ASKS IF YOU HAVE QUESTIONS. THANK YOU ALL. And lastly:

You're doing social activism wrong.

I am not a pacifist. 
I am kind, friendly, rational, and empathetic. I will shake your hand, I respect strangers, and I love my mother - but I also recognize that on extremely rare occasions a handful of people deserve to get punched in the mouth. 


Because not everyone speaks your language. 
So what does that mean?
It means that for all of us keyboard social activists need to understand how to speak a different language. 

I have written many times about how when I was young I went through a brief period of aligning myself with racist and homophobic ideals. Since then I have taken a drastic turn in the opposite direction and for the longest time I never thought about why. Why did someone so ignorant make this drastic shift in their belief, turn around, and openly travel around the world preaching tolerance and equality.
Well, I suppose I should begin by telling you what it wasn’t - people yelling in my face telling me I was wrong. The punk and hardcore community in the 90s was militantly politically correct and I had no desire to listen to the screaming faces of the riot grrrl era (and sadly, I missed out on seeing some amazing bands and listening to some incredible speakers.) But it wasn’t until someone who spoke my language got through to me. Someone who wasn’t condescending. Someone who was willing to take the time to listen to my ridiculous rantings yet give me palatable explanations. 

So what does that mean?

It means that as a misogynist, the yelling and screaming of feminists wasn’t getting through to me and as a racist, the highly charged rhetoric of anti-racists had no chance of changing my mind. Looking back, I understand why the feminist and the black and the LGBTQ community was/is so mad and upset. If I was treated like a second class citizen for so long and continuously and openly denied my equal rights you’re goddamn right I would be screaming mad. That anger and spite and animosity is completely warranted - but unfortunately, it blurs your message to the ones who need to hear it the most. And most of the time, those people are small-minded, middle Americans who continue to show up year after year at the voting booth to cause real damage.

Reblogging your support of equal rights to like-minded people might seem noble of you when you share that cool looking info-graphic but really, you’re not getting to those who really NEED to hear it. All it does is draw a line in the sand that says, “I think you’re wrong and you’re over there. Well I’m right and I’m over here.” And that is not what this world needs. It needs strong people to cross that line and learn to speak another language.

Tonight on the Grammys, Macklemore got on stage and performed his song “Same Love” in front of the music community and millions of people. And yes, probably half of those watching were racist homophobes with voting cards. Immediately the internet lit up with “white privilege” rants and how the song appropriates gay culture to sell records - and you know what?
It does. 
Because let’s get real here - would that same performance been allowed to happen if it was by an black openly trans/lesbian artist? Probably not. Did Macklemore sell millions of downloads off of the passion and lyrical content of the song? Absolutely. 

But so what. 

You have to understand that no matter how badly YOU ME WE US want equal rights in the world, that it will never come as quickly as we like no matter how hard we kick and scream and stomp our feet all over the internet, nor will it come in the pretty package we think it deserves. Because any significant social change has always been messy and it will never be on our terms but it will happen eventually. What I realized a while ago is that if we want to see any real change, if we want to actually change the world for the better, it doesn’t happen with a series of cool reblogs and it certainly doesn’t happen by not attempting to speak a bigots or homophobes language. 

Macklemore’s performance on the Grammys was important because he is palatable. Because your homophobic grandmother isn’t threatened by his appearance. Because he could be the next door neighbor to a community of bigots and he would get entry to their parties because well, he looked like them. Because he looks like he speaks their language and as ridiculous as it sounds, right now, that is what grandma needs to see. That is what middle America needs to see. You know, those people who continually vote to deny rights to other people. And just because you’re upset at the setting at the table doesn’t make the meal any less valid. 

Yes, I am just as angry as you about the social inequalities I see in this world. Trust me, there isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t want to burn down the internet for all the homophobic, racist, and misogynistic rants, but this isn’t about me and this isn’t about our anger - which I feel so much of the short-sighted pessimistic shame rants are about. Projections of our anger. Which is a by-product of the awful we see in our neighbors but it isn’t what changes the world. 

The fact is this - the world IS changing. When I watched the performance I looked over and said, “And a decade ago people freaked out over the Madonna and Britney kiss. A decade before that, people were calling for boycotts of NBC because of Will and Grace. And a decade before that, It was socially acceptable to call people "faggots” in schools and at work. Tonight they married same sex couples on one of the biggest nights on television and Sir Paul McCartney Raised his fist in solidarity.“
As frustrating as the rate of progress is, we are making progress. And sometimes we need to try and see that not everyone sees social activism the same way we do - and that’s okay.
Because the only right way is to try. 

And to keep trying. 


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