i was drooling and crying

Can you believe robron came back, murdered us with their golden glow, and then walked back into the sunset together???? Absolutely nothing else happened, I’m so happy :)))

Softly but gradually harder press down on my bladder and watch me squirm and wirthe underneath your touch, watch me drool and cry as I finally give up

Degrade me. Shame me. How dare I relieve myself without your permission. A filthy servant like me… doesn’t deserve a break, or relief, not if he isn’t obedient and holds it in at least.

The only thing I deserve is to be spit in the face and called scum.

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Vergil’s reaction to Bayonetta finally getting around to following the DMC cast.

Mean and Sarcastic Sentence Starters

  • “Oh, of course I believe you! Who wouldn’t, right?”
  • “Yeah, right. You’re important. And I’m the world ruler.”
  • “You’re so interesting that I’m drooling.“
  • “Aww, you made cry. Not really.”
  • “I just used sarcasm. Do you know what it is?”
  • “Don’t you have anyone else to annoy?”
  • “Stay at least 3 feet away.”
  • “Wow. My hero…”
  • “And you’re sooo reliable.”
  • “Shoosh. Your voice gives me headaches.”
  • “Look… You’re not cool as you think.”
  • “Be your (boy/girl)friend? Do I look that desperate?”
  • "Did you guessed it by yourself? Nice, Sherlock.”
  • “And it’s my business because… Oh, wait, it isn’t.”
  • “Maybe your stupidity is contagious…”
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Okay so i don’t know if anybody has done this but i did so ha ! Lol
——–
I’m falling for them all over again

She approaches the audience. 
This time, she can speak.

EURYDICE.

There was a roar, and a coldness–
I think my husband was with me.
What was my husband’s name?

Eurydice turns to stone.

My husband’s name? Do you know it?

The Stones shrug their shoulders.

How strange. I don’t remember.
It was horrible to see his face
when I died. His eyes were
two black birds
and they flew to me.
I said: no–stay where you are–
he needs you in order to see!
When I got through the cold
they made me swim in a river
and I forgot his name.
I forgot all the names.
I know his name starts with my mouth
shaped like a ball of twine–
Oar–oar.
I forget.
They took me to a tiny boat.
I only just fit inside.
I looked at the oars
and I wanted to cry.
I tried to cry but I just drooled a little.
I’ll try now.

She tries to cry but finds that she can’t.

What happiness it would be to cry.

She takes a breath.

I was not lonely
only alone with myself
begging myself not to leave my own body
but I was leaving.
Good-bye, head–I said–
it inclined itself a little, as though to nod to me
in a solemn kind of way.

 She turns to the Stones.

How do you say good-bye to yourself?

—  Sarah Ruhl, “Eurydice”
Michael Clifford Smut → Ever After

PairingMichael x Reader

RequestYes

Word Count: 2.007

Having my own family, my own little house or getting married was one thing I thought I’d never get. I grew up in a pretty fucked up family and I never expected that one day I would end up buying a house, talking about children and getting married with the love of my life. His name is Michael Clifford. I met him eight years ago in a small music store downtown. I’d love to say that it was love on the first sight but to be honest I didn’t like him at all in the beginning and he definitely wasn’t my time. He was wearing ripped jeans and a ripped band tee. He had a piercing and his hair was green and when we had our first conversation I thought he was an arrogant prick. Basically he wasn’t a guy I would normally talk to. Turned out I’ve never been so wrong in my life.

I came back to the store the next week, Michael was there as well of course and as soon as he spotted me he came over and tried to start a conversation with me. I had to admit, I gave him a pretty hard time but eventually he convinced me to say yes to a date. At first I didn’t want to go but I’m endlessly grateful that my best friend Amber practically dragged me to the little cafe Michael and I were suppose to meet. It was weird at first but after a while, and endless unfunny jokes from his side, I realized that he was actually a really amazing guy so I agreed to meet with him again. Three month later he asked me if I wanted to be his girl…and today?

Today is our wedding day! The happiest day in my life. I haven’t seen Michael since yesterday and I was more than nervous about today. Everyone was already in the little chapel we booked for today. My bridesmaids, Amber and Eva were with me, trying to calm my nerves a little while the other guests were already in the small church. “Oh my god I can’t believe I’m actually getting married.” I said nervously. “Who would have thought that you’re the first to get married?” Eva laughed and zipped up my white dress. “I always thought Amber would.” I laughed and pointed to my best friend Amber who was fixing her hair. “I would need a boyfriend for that sweetie.” She sighed. “Oh well, we invited enough young and single lads. Only for you guys.” I winked and turned to the mirror to inspect myself in my wedding dress. It’s a traditional pure white A-Line dress, strapless, with a v-shaped back and almost no train. It showed of my curves and my cleavage perfectly.

“Michael won’t be able to take his eyes of off you! You look amazing.” Eva raved. Nervously I scanned myself and started to get a little anxious. “You really think so?” I asked unsure. Both, Eva and Amber nodded enthusiastically. “Definitely. I mean look at you. You’re dead gorgeous. I swear he’ll start drooling!” A chuckle escaped my lips. “I hope he won’t drool over the dress though. And I swear, if he won’t start crying when I walk towards him I’m gonna turn around and leave” I laughed and Amber and Eva joined in.

I glanced to the clock above the door and my heartbeat increased immediately. “I think we should go. They are all probably waiting already.” Amber nodded. “Are you ready?” She asked and opened the door. I inhaled deeply. “I think I am.” I took my bridal bouquet in my hands, put the veil over my face and we stated walking outside.

“Let’s get married.” I said nervously when I reached the church door. “Are you ready (Y/N)?” My brother Josh asked me. “Yes I am.” Since both of my parents can’t be here today I asked Josh to walk me along the aisle. “Let’s go then.” He smiled and opened the chapel door. Music started playing and everyone stood up from their seats. With a pounding heart I stepped inside and with a big smile on my face, my feet carried my towards my beautiful soon to be husband. This was the first time I saw Michael in a suit. He looks so beautiful. His usual wild hair was combed back and in this black suit he looked more than handsome.

“Wow” he mouthed when he spotted me. My heart was pounding like never before and tears of happiness were stinging my eyes. “Oh god you’re so beautiful.” He whispered with teary eyes as soon as I stood next to him. “So are you.” I smiled. From now on everything went by so fast. The pastor started with the ceremony but all I could do was look at Michael. Happiness washed over me and I couldn’t wait to speak my vows. “Now, the rings please.” The pastor said and waved Amber and Luke, Michael’s best friend, to his side to hand over our wedding rings. I took Michael’s ring and Michael took mine. We turned to each other and and with shaky hands Michael put my ring to the tip of my finger before he spoke his vow, “(YOUR FULL NAME) I promise to love you and care for you and I will try in every way to be worthy of your love. I will always be honest with you. Kind and patient. Forgiving and caring. But most of all I promise to be a true and loyal friend to you. I love you. Forever.” He slid the ring down my finger and tears escaped from his eyes.

The smile on my face grew wider and I had to keep myself from crying to hard. I took Michael’s hand and put the ring to the tip of his finger and with a shaky voice I spoke my vows, “Michael Gordon Clifford, from this day forwards I give you my heart, my soul, my promise to walk with you hand in hand wherever our journey leads us. Living. Loving. Caring. Together. Forever.” With shaky hands I slid the ring down Michael’s finger. “You may kiss the bride.” The pastor said joyfully. Michael cupped my cheeks and softly pressed his lips against mine to seal our promises. “I love you so much.” He whispered after we broke the kiss. “And I love you.” I smiled and kissed him again. The church was filled with cheers and sobs. Amber and Eva cried harder that I did and after Michael walked out of the church hand in hand they practically jumped on us to congratulate us. “Oh my god the ceremony was so beautiful I’m so happy for you I can’t believe this just happened!” Amber chirped and embraced me in a tight hug. “Excuse me Amber, I need to steal my bride for a few minutes. Tell everyone we’re…taking pictures or something.” Michael said, grabbed my hand and rushed with me towards the small beautiful castle were the party is supposed to be.

“Michael, what are you doing?” I asked confused. “I need to be alone with you. I can’t wait any second longer.” He said and pushed me inside a huge bathroom and locked the door. “What do you mean? What’s about the guests? They are waiting for us! We have to check if everything is alright with the food and -” but before I could finish my sentence Michael cut me off with a kiss. “Calm down baby. They can manage without us for a few minutes.” He said and started kissing my neck. A soft moan escaped my lips when he found my sweet spot and started nibbling on it. “Mi-Michael we can’t have sex now. Not here. Not -” I cut myself off and tangled my hand into Michael’s red hair. “Okay never mind but he have to hurry.” I moaned and hooked my finger in the hem of Michael’s pants.

He tried to press me against the sink but almost stumbled over my dress. “Michael watch the dress please!” I whined and pushed him away from me to check if my dress was still in one piece. “I’m sorry baby.” He apologized. “Turn around I’m gonna take it off.” I quickly obeyed and let Michael zip open my wedding gown. Slowly he moved the zipper down my back and started kissing my neck again while he stripped down my dress, his hands making sure to touch ever inch of my upper body. “Gosh you’re so god damn beautiful.” He breathed against my skin. “You’re very handsome yourself mister.” I said and turned around to connect out lips again.

Michael lifted me off the ground and sat me down on the sink, never breaking the kiss. His hands grabbed my boobs and squeezed them a bit before he pulled my panties down my long legs. Impatiently as I was, I unbottoned his pants and pushed it down as far as I could from my position. I palmed his already hard length through his dark boxers and started rubbing over it. “You know how much I love you hands around my cock but like you said we don’t have much time. You can suck me off later.” he winked and sofly pushed my hand aside.

“We always have our honeymoon for that.” I giggled while Michael pulled down his boxers. Instinctively I spread my legs and sat on the edge of the sink to allow Michael good access. “I’m gonna fuck you so good.” He said and licked over his lips. Michael positioned himself between my legs and pumped his length a few times before he eased himself into me. He gave a few seconds to adjust I his size before he started thrusting into me in a slow pace. “Oh fuck Michael.” I moaned and slung my legs around his torso. One of his hands on my waist, the other one holding himself steady on the sink.

“Oh fuck.” I moaned as his hand left my waist to connect with my clit. He started rubbing sloppy eights and moanes escaped my lips. I threw my head back, my eyes rolling into the back of my head in pleasuse. “Fuck, Michael just like that.” I muttered. I didn’t care if anyone could hear us, Michael thrusted into me in a quick pace and hit my g-spot almost every time. The pleasure he was giving me was overwhelming. I clenched my walls around him when I felt my stomach tighten. “Fuck Michael I’m c-close.” I stuttered and dug my nails into his arms. “Shit- Fuck cum for me baby.” He hissed and quickened up his pace, slamming deeper into me. I happily obeyed and let go all the control of my body. I screamed out Michael’s name when my orgasm washed through me. Michael’s thrust got sloppier and soon after he shot his load into me, curse words and my name leaving his mouth.

Michael rode out both our highs before he pulled out of me. “Fuck that was amazing. Can’t wait for our actual honeymoon.” He chuckled and pulled his pants back up. “I couldn’t agree more.” I breathed and jumped off the sink but lost my balance, thanks to my shaky legs. “I see I fucked you good.” Michael smirked and put his arms around my waist. “Shut up and help me get dressed.” I laughed and pecked his lips before I stepped into my dress again.

“What are we gonna tell the guests where he were?” I asked while Michael zipped up my dress. “Dunno. We just improvise.” He shrugged. “Because that’s always a good idea.” I replied sarcastically and tried to fix my hair as good as possible. “Come on let’s just go. I’ll think of something.” Michael said and took my hand. “You look gorgeous by the way.” He smiled and pecked my lips. “Thank you.”

“After you Mrs Clifford.” Michael said proudly and opened the bathroom door to lead me back to our guests.

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Steve Rogers X Reader

Author: see-the-fandom-imagines
Warnings: None
Word Count: 1706

Steve tried to follow Tony Stark through the so called Stark Tower.
Even though he didn’t really seem to like him, Fury ordered them to work together, and that included Steve living in Stark Tower until they’d find something else for him. But considering the fact, that Steve was still kind of stunned by all these new impressions around him, he had a very hard time trying to remember which room was located where.
Furthermore JARVIS, the computer voice sounding from the ceiling, still sent chills over his spine. 

He wasn’t exactly sure where he actually was, but suddenly Steve heard a tune that seemed familiar to him. As if he had heard it before sometime.
He stepped closer to where he thought the music came from, completely forgetting about Stark.
He knew this song.
And in the next second he recognised it. 

„Don’t sit under the apple tree“, he mouthed the familiar lyrics of the Andrew Sisters, if he wasn’t mistaken, and suddenly felt his chest growing tight at the feelings this simple song awoke in him.
Stepping even closer to the door, he realised that someone was singing along. A female voice. 

Steve looked around, until his gaze met Tony’s who didn’t seem surprised at all. Whoever it was, that was singing in there seemed to do it on a regular basis.
„Stop drooling, Cap, and I swear I’m gonna git you if you start crying over the nostalgic feelings.“ 

With these words he walked past Steve, and pushed the door open, to reveal a gigantic living room. And right in the center on a not less gigantic couch, sat a woman.
She was typing on what Steve guessed was her phone, and sang along loudly, a small smile on her face.
As Tony entered the room, closely followed by Steve, she looked up and grinned, turning the volume down.
„Hey“, she smiled and stood up. She wore a dark blue blazer with the fitting skirt, her eyes were shining (e/c), and applied to her lips was a dark red lipstick. She looked wonderful.

Steve knew he had never met this woman before, but nonetheless did she give him a feeling of familiarity, security.
Something in this obscure new world that still was as he knew it to be. Well, except for the phone in her hand of course. 

She stepped in front of him and held out her hand. „You must be Captain Rogers!“
Steve smiled back, shaking it. „Steve. Nice to meet you.“
She grinned. „Nice to meet you, Steve. I’m (y/n) (l/n).“
„She will help you with adapting and all the technical stuff, because I always hated explaining phones to old people, so… have fun!“
And with these words he smiled at (y/n) and left the room.
(Y/n) shook her head. „To sum up what Tony just said… I am here to help you to adjust to the 21st century. Computers, phones, the whole program. And this…“ She handed him the device she had typed inside not a minute earlier. „Is your first cellphone. Congratulations.“


From this day on, Steve had seen (y/n) nearly everyday, whether it was to get explained some new technical device, a stunning discovery or scientific progress, or if it was just to watch a movie. According to (y/n) of course only the classics.
And in return (y/n) asked every now and then something about the forties, his childhood or similar things.
He soon realised, that she was obsessed with this time period and seemed to find it surprisingly interesting.
Having lived in this time, Steve had never even dreamt that anyone could have found this time even in the slightest bit interesting, but here she was, with her outfits and lipstick, and asked him every day a new question. 

At first she had hesitated, worrying, that this would bring back memories he’d rather forget, but Steve had immediately reassured her.
And it was the truth. He didn’t mind her asking. He enjoyed talking about old times, at least when it was with her.
It gave him a feeling of home.
It felt familiar.
In this new and strange world, was she the link that kept him connected with his past.
She was never annoying, simply interested. And this was how their relationship worked. She’d explain him some new gadget, and he would tell her a story.

And Steve enjoyed every minute of it.

It wasn’t long, until Steve realised, that he had fallen head over heels for this girl. And with every meeting it got more difficult to hide it from her. 


Nervous – even though he had watched already around four movies with her – he shifted on the couch, as (y/n) came back with some drinks and snacks, placing them on the small table in front if him. „Are you all right?“, she asked, sitting down next to him, and eyeing him suspiciously. He wasn’t very good in lying to her.

„Sure“, he answered, and tried a weak smile, which only made her furl her brows. „Are you getting sick?“, she asked and placed her hand at his forehead, before she pulled it back again. „Can you even get sick?“
Steve chuckled and tried to hide the blush that had started to spread over his face.
„Not so far“, he answered after clearing his throat, and shifted once more. „Let’s watch the movie!“
Still seeming not completely persuaded, (y/n) turned away from him to start the movie.

But Steve failed to concentrate on what was happening. First his thoughts, and then his gaze kept drifting back to (y/n), who was watching the movie, laughing from time to time, until she finally, turned her head and met his gaze. Questioningly her eyebrows shot up. „Don’t you like this movie? We can stop if you want.“
Immediately Steve regained his posture, averting his gaze from her. „No, no. The movie is great, it’s…“
„What is the story line of it?“
Steve hesitated. „It… uh, is about this girl, that… uhm.“
But to his surprise, (y/n) chuckled.
„Best summary I have heard so far.“ With a smile on her face, she took the remote control, and stopped the movie, before turning back to Steve, whose gaze was now fixed on her lips, this time not coloured in the passionate red he loved, but completely without make up, in her natural slight pink colour. Only as she moved them, Steve emerged out of his thoughts again.
„Steve“, she started, „what is wrong with you today?“ He looked up into her eyes, and opened his mouth to tell her that everything would be alright, but then in the last second he changed his mind. 

Instead of talking, he closed his mouth again, and looked to the ground, a small smile on his face.
He took a deep breath, before looking up at her again. „You’re right, I didn’t pay attention.“
She lifted her eyebrows, expecting what would come next.
„I like you, (y/n).“
And her mouth fell open. Great. Immediately Steve started to regret his decision and sighed. This time he didn’t want to wait too long, but apparently he didn’t wait long enough. He simply wasn’t good in this. „I’m sorry, I uh.. I just, I-“
„Steve.“
He stood up, averting her gaze. „I should go.“
„Steve“, she said again, and only as she stood up as well he noticed the small smile that had grown on her face.
„I like you, too“.
Now it was Steve’s mouth that fell open, as he stared at her, trying to process this information.
But as he saw how she shyly averted her gaze every now and then, and as he noticed the tiny blush on her cheeks, a smile started to grow on his face, when he pulled her into his arms, realising that she actually returned his feelings.



„Do you really have to go there, Steve? I have a very bad feeling about this“, (y/n) said, her arms wrapped around his neck. Smiling down at her, he pulled her a little closer against his chest.
„(Y/n), this is not the first time S.H.I.E.L.D sends me on a mission. I will be fine.“
She still didn’t seem persuaded. „It’s just…“, she pulled away from him, pouting her cherry red lips at him. „Thinking about where you’re going… I’m just worried.“

„I will be fine. I will be faster back then you think.“
A bitter expression darted over her face. „That was what Parker said, before…“ Her voice broke away and he could see the tears in her eyes.
Carefully Steve took her in his arms, stroking over her hair.
„I promise I’ll be careful.“
Trying to hold herself together she looked up at him. And suddenly it hit him like a thunderbolt.
This was what he had seen so often, what he had imagined to do for half of his life.
In front of his inner eye he saw the women back in the forties, saying goodbye to the soldiers that were going out for war.
He had seen their tears, and their kisses and their fear, not sure whether their husbands would ever come back to them. Something he had witnessed so often, yet never experienced for himself.
And he wasn’t really sure how it made him feel. He hated to scare her like this, to make her cry. But he knew that he had to go. And she knew it too.

„Doll“, he said, trying to make her smile, by using the nickname she loved to hear. „I will be careful, okay? I promise. And I will be back.“
(Y/n) nodded, wetting her lips, and trying a small smile herself. „Sure, yeah. I’m sorry. I was overreacting. I just-“
Steve shut her up with a quick kiss on her lips.
„I love you, doll.“
„I love you, too“, she said, softly caressing his hair. „Stay safe, will you?“
Steve nodded one last time before getting on his motorbike, smiling at her as he started the engine.
He would drive to S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters and fulfill his mission, and he was determined to finish it as quick as possible, careful not to get hurt.

And if it was only to see (y/n)’s beautiful face again.



requested by anon

It’s so crushing how much hope I have for Korrasami even though I know in my heart that it probably won’t happen
I NEED KORRASAMI
I NEED IT LIKE FOOD
LIKE WATER
LIKE THE EARTH QUEEN NEEDS AIR
LIKE ZUKO NEEDS HONOR
LIKE KATARA NEEDS HOPE
LIKE SOKKA NEEDS HIS BOOMERANG
I WANT IT LIKE AMON WANTED EQUALITY
LIKE UNALAQ WANTED THE SPIRITS
LIKE ZAHEER WANTED ANARCHY
AND FINALLY
MOST IMPORTANTLY
I
LOVE
KORRASAMI
LIKE THE CABBAGE VENDOR LOVES HIS CABBAGES

anonymous asked:

Every time I see a picture of that gorgeous god Tom Hiddleston my heart leaps. Much less so with Benedict Cumberbatch. I agree Ben's much better looking than us mere mortals, but he's never quite made me swoon like Tom-Why-Are-You-So-Sexy-Hiddleston. So I'm curious what you find attractive about Ben. I'd like to know what I'm missing. Tell me everything!

I honestly think you aren’t missing anything important and it’s just a matter of personal taste. I think Tom is gorgeous as hell too. And they are all amazing actors. But well, let me explain why I fell for Benedict. 

When I watched Sherlock for the first time, I got instantly hooked. Aside from the fact that I’ve been a huge Sherlock Holmes fan, this man’s intense eyes and crazy hair got my eyes. And god, those cheekbones. He was striking. He got me wonder what he would do next, what face he would make next every second.

And at this moment I was practically drooling and crying “He’s beautiful!”. Everything about him screamed sharp sharp sharp intelligence sharp sharp. I like sharp men. Oh and his rich baritone voice. *shivers*

Nice body. I love narrow shoulders and long legs. And a long neck! What a beautiful body there.

So, I found Benedict very very attractive from the very instance I laid my eyes on him. He was like the cohesion of what I preferred in men. And when I found his ‘not pretty’ pictures like this

I laughed and thought ‘ugh he looks ugly’ and then loved him even more. I told my friends that Benedict was sometimes handsome but usually ‘not handsome’ and made fun of his pictures with them, and then I said “Oh god I so love him.” Well, I can say I loved the fact that he had ‘not handsome’ moments. That made him more… familiar, more human to me. 

So I think I love him best when he is this beautiful   

and then changes like this in one second

and then is like this intense and gorgeous in a flash.

Sorry for my awkward explanation. I’m really not good at this. I hope this could at least help you see why I love Benedict. 

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