i will never be done with this shoot

deathless ♚ sentence meme
  • You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast.
  • You are going to break your promise. I understand.
  • You’re lonely too.
  • It will stop your breath, how cruel I can be.
  • I am a demanding creature. I am selfish and cruel and extremely unreasonable.
  • I am your servant.
  • I crawl at your feet; for before your love, your kisses, I am debased.
  • For you alone I will be weak.
  • I belong here, and you will not deny me.
  • I say these things, and the world listens.
  • I do not tolerate a world emptied of you. I have tried.
  • In the dark, I have pored over the loss of you like pale gold.
  • I will not let her speak because I love her, and when you love someone, you do not make them tell war stories.
  • I moved the earth and the water for you.
  • You will always run away with her.
  • You will always lose her.
  • You will always be a fool.
  • You will always be dead, in a city of ice, snow falling into your ear.
  • You have already done all of this and will do it again.
  • No one should be judged for loving more than they ought, only for loving not enough.
  • We look terrible to you, and severe, and you see our blood flying.
  • What we carry between us is hard-won, and we made it just as we wished it to be, just the color, just the shape.
  • There need never be any rules between us.
  • Let us be greedy together; let us hoard.
  • Do not leave me, swear that you will never leave me.
  • I am selfish. I am cruel. My mate cannot be less than I.
  • Sleep with fists closed and shoot straight.
  • I can’t abide a poor liar.
  • You look like a winter’s night. I could sleep inside the cold of you.
  • Oh, quit that. Blushing is for virgins and Christians.
  • Scold me; deny me. Tell me you want what you want and damn me forever. But don’t leave me.
  • Bad luck relies on absolutely perfect timing.
  • In his own country, Death can be kind.
  • What is the world but a boxing ring where fools and devils put up their fists?
  • Men die. It’s practically what they’re for.
  • I am no one; I am nothing.
  • Nothing in me was not made by you.
  • A revelation is always the end of something. It might even be cause for grief.
  • Just tell yourself a story that’ll satisfy you and pretend he told it.
  • Forever isn’t bright; it isn’t like that. Forever is cold and hard and final.
  • I savor bitterness - it is born of experience. It is the privilege of one who has truly lived.
  • If you want to kill yourself, do not use us as your knife.
  • What did I do wrong? Was I boring? Did I ignore you?
  • Don’t you dare speak to me like that.
  • I have worn nothing but blood and death for years.
  • I have fought all your battles for you, just as you asked me.
  • I have learned not to cry when I strangle a man.
  • I have learned to watch everything die.
  • I am not a little girl anymore, dazzled by your magic. It is my magic, now, too.
  • Are we not devils?
  • No one is now what they were before the war.
  • I have not seen you without your skin on.
  • Close up your head; your brain is getting loose.
  • We obsess. It’s in our nature.
  • I’ve a devil of a habit for being right.
  • In war you must always choose sides.
  • If you try to be a bridge laid down between them, they will tear you in half.
  • We are all dead. All equal. Broken and aimless and believing we are alive.
  • My old bones will follow yours soon enough.
  • It is better to be strong and cruel than to be fair.
  • I will see him with his skin off before I agree to fall in love.
  • After love, no one is what they were before.
  • I have survived, but I have not been spared.
  • In the space of one heartbeat to another I loved you and I was lost to you.
  • Frighten me, make me cry, only come back.
  • It’s not so bad, my darling. Being dead. It’s like being alive, only colder.
  • You’ll think it’s love, while he dines on your heart.
  • You will be so beautiful when you are old.
  • I cannot keep you and I cannot let you go.
  • You will live as you live in any world…with difficulty, and grief.
  • I look at you and it is like my throat being cut.
  • She said you’d come and I swore to eat your heart.
  • I still want to kiss you.
  • My heart is being cut in two. I cannot bear it.
  • What happens to anything beautiful?
  • I have to know, I have to or else you will just rule me until the end of everything because you know and I do not.
How the Winter Soldier shot Nick Fury

I’ve been wanting to make a post about this for a while, even though I might be the only person invested in this, but anyway, here we go.

I’ve seen mentioned several times, in posts about the movie and in fics that the Winter Soldier shot Nick Fury through the window of Steve’s apartment, and every time it makes me groan in frustration because no.

The Winter Soldier didn’t shoot Fury through a window, he shot him through a wall, and I don’t know about you, but it seems like a pretty big difference to me.

(bullet hole in the wall!!)

When I saw the scene the first time, I remember thinking holy shit??? that’s crazy, and for me that’s when the Winter Soldier really became a real, terrifyingly good assassin, that’s when his image as a serious threat solidified.

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Right. Maybe the last ones, but then again, maybe not. A different leather jacket, also profile. (x)

“Carnations” (Part 3)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (College AU)

Summary: A carnation fundraiser, an iota of possibility, and a longtime secret crush on your hot best friend - what could go wrong?

many thanks to the phenomenal @buckyywiththegoodhair for beta-reading! you witty, pliable, sun goddess with beautiful curls - i adore you!

a/n: i loved reading all of your theories and comments! that said, i’m waaaaay too predictable ;) -j. x

“Carnations” (Masterlist)

Maybe your head is unable to function after the many hours of crying into your pillow or maybe your heart is burnt out from the tsunami of emotions. For some reason, all words and social etiquette have escaped you, and you’re left dumbly staring at the blonde standing in front of you.

“Hey, (Y/N). Uh, we’ve never met in person, but my name is Sharon Carter.”

Ah – this is blonde girl who asked if you were okay right before you sprinted out of the Student Gov office. Your manners snap back into place and you hold out a hand. “Sorry I’m a little out of right now. You’re on Student Gov, right?”

“Yes. I’m the VP of External Affairs. I work closely with Steve.”

Steve’s betrayal is still very raw, your lungs feel like they’re going to collapse at the sound of his name. “Look, I don’t mean to be rude, but I’m not really in the mood to socialize,” you say, your voice low and strangled.

“Wait!” Sharon draws in a breath before letting it rush out. “Dot was lying about the carnations. Steve wasn’t playing a cruel joke, because he never sent the flowers to you.”

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Flexible BAMF Lance Part 2!!

They should’ve went left. But nooooo. Nobody listens to Lance. His gut told him to go left, but the team ultimately decided to go right. Guess it wasn’t the RIGHT decision (sorry, I’ll stop). To be fair, nobody knew that it would lead them right into Lotor’s trap. The main reason why they invaded the Galra ship is because they had more information about Pidge’s family. And Lance was a family kind of guy. He understood. So he swallowed down his protests and went with the team. Now they were here, handcuffed to a metal post whole Lotor paced in front of the paladins. “You foolish children. You honestly thought you could easily sneak into MY ship and just stroll away with confidential information? If this is what Voltron has become, taking total control will be,how do you earthlings say, a walk in the park.” Lotor laughed menacingly. Alright, Lance had heard enough. While Lotor continued to blab and swish his hair, Lance silently gripped his thumb with his other hand. Wearing a deadpanned expression and with hard and quick twist and tug, he easily dislocated his thumb. He easily slipped his hand out from the cuff. Now to get Lotor into range. “Hey, Lord Fuckboy or whatever your name is, your roots are horrible.” “Lance, what are you doing?!” Keith hissed at him, who was chained right beside him. “Trust me. I know what I’m doing. Yeah, you’re fooling nobody. We all know that’s not your natural color. And look at those split ends. More like divorced ends, am I right?” Lotor quickly marched to Lance, grabbing him by the collar of his suit and putting him right in front of his face. “You dare disrespect me? Say that directly to my face, and see what you get.” “No thanks, I’m done talking now. I’d much rather move on to the park where I kick you in the face.” “Excuse me?? You dare threaten the mighty Prince Loto-” THWACK!! Lotor quickly crumbles to the ground. Lance slowly lowers his leg back to the ground with a pleased grin on his face, and he resets his thumb back into place. “Wow, I never thought he would shut up.” Sirens blared and the thunderous sounds of footsteps fluttered throughout the room. “Sorry guys, I don’t think I’ll have enough time to free y'all before backup comes, but don’t worry.” Lance smirked. “Papi Lance is here to save the day.” Galra guards quickly fled the room and Lance wasted no time. He ran directly toward the mass, ignoring his teammates yells. As he approached the first Galra and before it could shoot, he quickly done a backflip, extending out his leg and kicked the guard under the chin, landing easily on his feet. Lance grabbed the disregarded gun, and somersaulted over the remaining Galra. He scaled part of the wall in order to gain leverage and reach the railings of the low ceiling. Holding the gun in his mouth, he grabbed the rail with both hands, and quickly spun himself until he gained enough momentum to launch himself to the other side of the room. When landed, he quickly drew the gun, and all hell broke lose.
Gun marks scattered all over the floor and walls of the ship, along with the bodies of Galra soldiers. Lance brought the smoking gun to his lips and blew away the remaining smoke. “Now that’s how you get it done.” The team stared at the Blue Paladin in shock. Pidge whispered, “Holy shit.” “Pidge, language.” Was Shiro’s breathy reply as he stared with wide eyes. Hunk started slow clapping, quickly gaining speed and crying while Keith just confirmed that he was, in fact, the gayest person he knew. Lance turned to his team and shrugged. “I’m super flexible. I do yoga two times a day, and I’m the champion of Twister back home. I also wanted to run away and join the carnival when I was younger, so I took gymnastics.” Lance smirked. “It was pretty impressive you gotta admit.” The team comes pack to their senses and shakes their heads and chuckles, getting the information they came for. They then head back to their lions. Before they can get in, however, Lance stops them. “Hey, before we head back to the castle, I just wanted to say something…” The teams waits patiently. Lance takes a deep breath, and with tears beginning to form in his eyes, he quiznaking dabs.

darkly dreaming dexter starters ( part one )

dark themes edition. ( trigger warning for mentions of murder, etc.)

  • “ how long have you been doing this?”
  • “ and this ‘something,’ it makes you kill things?”
  • “ have you ever wanted to kill something else?”
  • “ it’s going to make you want to kill, and you can’t help that.”
  • “ what are you?”
  • “ choose what… or WHO you kill.”
  • “ you gimme the fucking creeps.”
  • “ you don’t want to do this to me.”
  • “ put the knife down, ___.”
  • “ jesus christ that hurt!”
  • “ and then it hits me. it’s not me, it’s you. there’s something wrong about you.”
  • “ i should’ve listened to him/her. something’s wrong about you.”
  • “ that’s the kind of shit i used to fall for when i thought you liked me.”
  • “ you’re connected to this thing.”
  • “ maybe you didn’t do it, but i’m gonna find out. and some of what i find is gonna stick to you.”
  • “ ___, come on. for christ’s sake, cut the shit! it’s me!”
  • “ i should shoot you.”
  • “ for god’s sake let me out of this shit and quit acting like a fucking lunatic.”
  • “ goddamn it. come on, ___. snap out of it!”
  • “ ___ should see this. s/he was right about you.”
  • “ of course, neither one of us could manage that with real feeling. after all, we can’t actually feel anything, can we?”
  • “ we’ve both spent our lives playing a part. moving through this world reciting lines and pretending we belong in a world made for human beings, and never really human ourselves.”
  • “ have you done any reading on monsters like us?”
  • “ this happened, ___. the chain saw, the flying body parts, the … blood—”
  • “ we both suffered a classic traumatic event. it made me what i am—and i had a thought that it might do the same for you.”
  • “ you have to listen and do as i say. you have to. you should know that. it’s important.”
  • “ it’s a terrible mess, isn’t it?”
  • “ open them. open your eyes. open them NOW.”
  • “ look. or i will cut your eyelids right off your face.”
  • “ i am a very neat monster.”
  • “ oh, what a madcap little monster i’ve been.”
  • “ If i am ever careless enough to be caught, they will say i am a sociopathic monster, a sick and twisted demon who is not even human.”
  • “ yes, beg me. that’s good. much better.”
  • “ i understand perfectly. you see, i can’t help myself either.”
  • “ can’t? i don’t think i know that word.”
  • “ you are mine now. do exactly as i say.” 
  • “ be good and you will live longer.”
  • “ oh, dear, are we being squeamish? after what happened?”
  • “ how did you know i would want to? you couldn’t really know.”
  • “ it’s a little bit of a shock the first time, isn’t it?”
  • “ killing makes me feel good.”
  • “ i enjoy my work; sorry if that bothers you. but there it is. and it’s not just ANY killing, of course. it has to be done the right way, at the right time, with the right partner—very complicated, but very necessary.”
  • “ i don’t want the cops to catch every serial killer out there. then what would i do for a hobby?”
  • “ there are plenty of people who deserve it.”
  • “ really? even after the new kill last night?”
  • “ imagine how it would’ve felt if i had killed you.”
  • “ i might have had to kill him/her.”
  • “ really, now: if you can’t get me my newspaper on time, how can you expect me to refrain from killing people?”
  • “ it looks very much like the killer might be me.”

Okay time for another Burr-and-Hamilton’s-tragic-friendship meta analysis because apparently I cannot stop seeing these things.

Someone pointed out in a post a little while ago (that unfortunately I can’t find, or else I would link to it) the genius of the musical themes of Hamilton, and specifically how it applied to Alexander and Eliza’s relationship. It focused on how Alexander was never quite singing the same tune or matching Eliza’s style until “It’s Quiet Uptown.” Another meta-post along the same vein mentioned how Angelica was instantly on Hamilton’s level in the underlying musical sense when they first met: you see it in Satisfied, when he says “Alexander Hamilton,” she replies in the exact same tune, “Where’s your family from?” and then he shoots back also in the same tune, “Unimportant, there’s a million things I haven’t done.” They’re matching each other musically for the entire conversation, just as Angelica describes, even though throughout the show they both have their own distinct styles and themes.

The one other person who has a very different singing style than Hamilton, but specifically matches Hamilton when he wants to, and the only other person that Hamilton as well makes a specific effort to match in various songs, is Burr. The first one that I noticed was one of my favorite exchanges in the whole show, the Levi Weeks case in Non-Stop:

Gentlemen of the jury, I’m curious, bear with me.
Are you aware that we’re making history?
This is the first murder trial of our brand new nation,
The liberty behind deliberation!
I intend to prove beyond a shadow of a doubt with my assistant counsel—

Co counsel! Hamilton, sit down!
Our client Levi Weeks is innocent, call your first witness.
That’s all you had to say!

Hamilton is shooting off at the mouth, and Burr matches him word for word, the same speed, the same style, which absolutely no one else is able to do, at least not when Hamilton is on a long angry rant. This moment highlights the underlying fact that Burr isn’t just some jealous villain, he’s a true foil to Hamilton. He was a genius, he applied to Princeton at eleven, applied again and got in when he was thirteen. That “graduated in two”? Yeah. That happened when he was thirteen to sixteen, let that sink in.

Burr can match Hamilton completely when he chooses to, he just rarely chooses to. In fact, the irony of the exchange in Non-Stop is that Burr gets frustrated enough with Hamilton and Hamilton’s inability to shut up inadvertently insulting him (assistant counsel? assistant? seriously Hamilton?) that he is pushed to act more like Hamilton, and in acting more like Hamilton, succeeds in shutting Hamilton up. Which is pretty much exactly how and why the duel happens.

But no, in my opinion, the more tragic are the times when Hamilton matches Burr. Allow me to direct you to “Story of Tonight (Reprise)”:

Congrats again, Alexander.
Smile more.
I’ll see you on the other side of the war.

I will never understand you.

Hamilton emulates Burr’s tone and tune exactly to tell him, “I will never understand you.” Because that’s Hamilton trying to understand Burr, that’s Hamilton on the underlying musical level making the effort to sing as Burr sings, to speak as Burr speaks, he’s asking Burr to let him in. *Let me* understand you. Burr being Burr keeps his cards close to his chest, and walks away. The effort was there, the invitation was there, that is the first time in the show, arguably, that Hamilton actively changes his style to match someone else’s. And Burr walks away, because Burr is terrified about people caring about him. In “Wait For It,” he’s perfectly fine admitting that he has feelings about Theodosia, but he devotes an entire verse to “what in the world is the reason that I am at her side and that she cares about me when there are a whole bunch of other people who have tried too.” Burr isn’t scared about loving people, he’s scared of them loving him, he doesn’t understand why or how it happens. The line isn’t “everyone I love has died”, it’s “everyone who loves me has died.”

Burr walks away because the possibility of Hamilton caring about him is more than he wants to deal with. Goodbye I have disintegrated into a puddle of tears. 

But no, that’s not even the worst part! The worst part is how Hamilton argues with people. The precedent is set in “Farmer Refuted.” Hamilton takes a very specific tone and rhythm as a counterpoint to someone singing.

Allow me to direct you to “Your Obedient Servant.” Burr begins the song by singing his letters, and Hamilton practically speaks his letters back. He takes a different tone, he employs a different rhythm, because that’s how he confronts people. He only matches Burr back when it’s utterly dripping in sarcasm: I have the honor to be your obedient servant, A. Ham. Burr keeps singing back (“Careful how you proceed, good man—“) as he keeps just trying to ask for an apology, and Hamilton keeps his own infuriated style at least musically in replying (“Burr, your grievance is legitimate, I stand by what I said, every bit of it”) and it’s Burr that has to match Hamilton—when Burr finally challenges Hamilton to the duel, Burr is speaking, not singing:

Then stand, Alexander,
Weehawken. Dawn.
Guns drawn.

(Although even then, it’s not ~perfectly~ matching Hamilton: the words are slow, they all have weight, they’re carefully pronounced, they’re well thought-out and well chosen. Succinct, persuasive indeed. But Burr is speaking, he’s not singing anymore, he’s taking this down to Hamilton’s level, which is the “fight me” level.)

And then, one last time, Alexander matches Burr perfectly:

You’re on.

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Urban Double Exposures By: Louis Dazy

  • Camera: Nikon F2
  • Films: Cinestill 800, Kodak Portra 400, Kodak Portra 800, Lomography Color Film 400, Expired Kodak Gold 400

Louis Dazy on shooting film and this series:

“I started shooting photos a little bit more than 2 years ago, I started with film and stuck to it, my first double exposure was done by accident, I enjoyed the outcome so much that I started to shoot more and more double exposures because it’s awesome to have two sides of a story on just one frame. I’m always portraying my closest friends the only reason I shoot photos is that I wanna make memories, I want to have photos to look at when I’m older and just remember things I may have forgot about. I never plan anything when I shoot, probably because I always carry my camera with me so I don’t have to, when I come across something interesting I just shoot it regardless of time, weather, people, etc. I just really focus on the moment and what I feel.”

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Unpopular Hetalia Opinion: Violent RusAme

I know well RusAme is commonly known for Cold War, and often first things that come to mind when thinking about Cold War is hatred, sarcasm, and violence.

And that’s why it’s no wonder many RusAme canonverse fanfictions that’s based on history contains violence, ranging from verbal sarcasms to actual punching / shooting that’s very bloody and violent.

Seems reasonable. Cold War -> Hate and Rivalry ->  Violence. Easy to think.

But I just find it’s kind of exaggerating to “personify” Cold War as two men exchanging blows / bullets directly. Because direct combat between USA and USSR actually never officially happened. It’s more like lots of verbal threats and provoking other people to attack the other, but never directly make a move. Because making the first direct attack in the Cold War would make one of them (USA or USSR) as the “villain”.

And frankly speaking, USA and USSR were both superpower nations that were very cautious in their move, which explains why Cold War went on for decades without actually growed to the actual direct war between USA and USSR like Axis vs Allies in WW2.

True, there were few instances of indirect wars that made USA and USSR soldiers to oppose each other, but like I said before, it’s indirect as in they support opposing sides but not directly attack each other, like in Korean and Vietnam war. In other instances like Polar Bear Expedition, England tricked USA soldiers to make them end up facing Bolshevik’s soldiers which was not their original purpose being there, which made USA troops’ morale down and making it one of reasons that made the expedition failed. In short, yes they might be throwing few punches there but it’s all within indirect context like ‘you punched my friend so i’ll punch you’ or ‘sorry i was tricked by others to be here, i’m just defending myself here’ not just a mere shallow ‘you irritate me that’s why I punched you’.

So it just makes me think those over violent fighting portrayal between USA and USSR for Cold War in numerous hetalia fanworks are too exaggerating, since most of them were done in a mere shallow context of ‘you insulted me so i’ll punch you’. Lots of propaganda, threats, insults, yes. But actual direct punching / shooting until they’re badly bruised and bloody? I think that’s too unrealistic historically. Maybe a few punches here and there in the few indirect context I explained in previous paragraph but never directly.

Even in hetalia, Hima only draws Ivan and Alfred to be bickering and throwing insults / sarcasms at best, but never actually fighting by fists / guns.

They don’t even touch each other in those scenes. 

And before you drag these scenes to tell me I’m wrong that hima did portray them actually fighting:

I’m just gonna say, those are just AU and not the actual canonverse world, which doesn’t follow any historical facts at all.

Lastly, I understand that exaggeration sometimes is needed in writing fiction (even fiction that’s based on facts such as hetalia), to make the story spicier and more interesting. But still, it’s an exaggeration nonetheless and I just want that point to come across this part of fandom that loves portraying Cold War RusAme as an actual instinctive physical brawl fighting instead of intelligent calculating mind games like it actually was. 

Title: The Angel Who Forgot What He Was

Pairings: Gabriel/Reader

Tags: Established relationship, wing!kink, grace!kink, mating, possessive Gabriel

Word Count: 7565

Summary:  When Sam’s word of the day calendar sparks a question for Gabriel, you aren’t expecting where things end up.

Link to Fic: HERE

Author’s Note: This was written for the @gabriel-monthly-challenge February prompt: Aliferous - meaning to have wings.

This was also written for a good friends birthday. I borrowed a lot of her headcanons for this, so if you like it you should shoot her a thanks. I’m sorry this is late, @ashiewesker I hope you like it!

A huge thank you to @waterkiss37 for working on this with me. There are plans to add this to a verse and build on a previous fic, The King of Selfishness, so stay tuned for that. 

Please note: I switched perspectives between the reader and Gabriel in this one. I’ve never done that, I always write from one or the other, but I’ve read fics like this and liked them. I’m not sure I’m a fan of writing like this though, so please let me know what you think of it!

Tag List: @tardisdementor @thing-you-do-with-that-thing @madamelibrarian @crushing83 @greek-geek481 @thewhiterabbit42 @sumara62 @fand0maniac

To Become A Hunter

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sister!reader, John Winchester, Sam Winchester [mentioned]

Words: 3900+ (I’m really sorry about that, but there was no good place to split it)

Warnings: Can’t think of anything specific, really, maybe just that there’s going to be a verbal fight, I dunno. Maybe a bit of swearing, not too much.

A/N: This is the fic I was talking about! It’s a pre-series sister AU, that takes place in between around 2003. Dean is 24, Sam is 20 and at Stanford and you are 17 years old. It’ll also be a mini-series, so there’s more parts to come. It might be a bit all over the place, but I was trying to create a certain feeling. (I don’t know what I’m talking about, but I hope you like it!)

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Hunting is hard, and that’s no surprise, really. It’s physically challenging, you have to be smart, have technique, and it’s just hard emotionally as well. And, not only is it hard, but you hate it as well.

Okay, hate is a strong word, but things about it, you really do hate. You hate the way you have to sacrifice what feels like everything for it. You hate the way you feel like you miss out on life. You hate the pain and the constant fear. You hate the way it forces you to see the world more black and white instead of with all the shades of grey. You hate the way you get shut down every time you question this. You hate the way your dad responds with ’because you have to’ when you ask ’why?’.

John Winchester used to be in the military and it shows, you could testify to that. All your life he has been hard on you and your brothers. But, despite this, you are not afraid to stand up to him, question him, call him out. Although it often comes with consequences.

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Just Ask - Part 1

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Summary: “The single biggest problem in communication is the illusion that it has taken place.” You think, after being alive for this long and leading an team of superheroes, Steve Rogers would’ve perfected his communication skills, but apparently, when it comes to women, he just likes to assume, and that is never a good thing. 

A/N: A new drabble series I’m doing, because I’m on fucking fire! I’ve never done a Steve series before so I’m excited! Tags are open for this series, just shoot me an ask!

Thank you @nathalieruaudel for letting me use you as the best friend, I love you 

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A message to all artists

If I were to start a sort of art competition, would this be of interest to you guys?

It would be based in the Hunter x Hunter fandom, I haven’t decided if I want specifically KilluGon or anything in general, but there would be a money prize! 

I would award the top three, based off of myself and maybe one or two other people’s votes, a money prize, with first place making somewhere between $200-$300. I might also do two categories, one for the most skill, and one for the most creative

I haven’t decided if I actually want to do this yet or not, but to all artists out there, would this be of interest to you?

If it is, or if you want to spread the word, please give this a reblog so I can see how many people would actually find this interesting. Or if you see it and know any artists, please shoot this their way. 

I’ve never done anything like this before, but I’ve always kind of wanted to? 

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GIVEAWAY TIME!!!!!🎉🎉🎉🎉💖💖💖💖💖
I’ve never done one but I thought since I’ve had this blog for ages and I also really love you guys I should do this!!!!

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Harry Styles self-titled vinyl
Copy of Harry on Rolling Stone
2 candles
The lucky one DVD (a Nicholas sparks film!!)
Some Harry inspired glitter boots (us size 6.5)
Assorted hair and beauty samples and some full size products as well.

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if you don’t have insta it’s fine but you’ll get an extra entry if you’re following me. Just shoot me a message on here with your insta so I know and I’ll keep it all together I’ll pick the winner June 18. I’ll use a random generator to pick!

If this doesn’t work, forget this ever existed lol. You can also message me for questions. Thank you all and good luck!

Privileged (19/?)

Originally posted by acourtofbellarkeandshit

“With their new found relationship, *yn* and Bellamy are forced to refocus on getting their friends out of Mount Weather which includes going behind Abby Griffin’s back. When they are reunited with Lincoln, things are definitely not what they expected.” 

Warnings: Fluff, hinted smut, violence, death, swearing

Notes: Based on 2x06 ‘Fog of War’ of The 100.

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For the first time since *yn* could remember, she woke up on her own accord. She wasn’t disturbed by shouts from outside the tent, or someone rousing her because of an emergency, by searing pain, or more commonly - by her own demons. 

This time as she stirred all she heard was the faint voices of the Ark citizens starting their days within the camp outside. *yn* raised a hand and groggily rubbed the sleep from her eyes as she twisted around in the bed sheets.

A small smile found its way onto her lips as her gaze settled on Bellamy’s sleeping figure. She remained motionless for a while as she admired his features and just how peaceful he looked which was a contrast to the usual frown and clenched jaw that was painted on his face. 

She scooter across the bed and leant forward to place her lips to his left cheek before proceeding to his right cheek, then his forehead and then the tip of nose. She grinned and moved back as his face twitched and his eyelids began to flutter open. Once he was coherent *yn* moved forward and pressed her lips against his softly. 

“Hi.” He smirked as she rested her forehead against his, his voice thick and husky from sleep.

“Hi.” She whispered back against his lips, smiling softly. 

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My Husband's Girlfriend

My husband has a slutty girlfriend. This sexy blonde that works with him. I knew they’ve played around at work, but just recently he started fucking her. She came by the other night but my husband wasn’t home…yet. She was bringing by some papers that he forgot at work. She said she would wait for him and then told me to get her a glass of wine. Of course, I did as she told. Damn she was hot! She was wearing a tight, short dress and sexy heels. When I came back with the glass, she was sitting on the sofa, with her legs slightly spread apart. And, yes, she was not wearing any panties!! I stood there for a second and stared. She then told me that besides dropping off papers she was here to fuck my husband. He had invited her over and told her that I would get her nice and ready for when he gets home. She lifted her dress some more. Her pussy looked beautiful! “Your husband will be home soon. Be the good little bitch and get over her,” she said. I had to do as she told because she was my husband’s girlfriend. So I went over and dropped to my knees, right in front of where she was sitting. She said, “Oh, I love it. What a good girl. Just like a fucking dog.” She had me take my ratty clothes off. “What are you waiting for, you fucking lesbo,” she asked as she grabbed my hair and pulled me closer to her pussy. I heard my husband come in at this point. He immediately walked over to her and kissed her. Then he looked at me, smiled and said, “Hurry up and get her nice and wet. I’m ready to fuck her!” As I was eating her pussy, I watched him take his clothes off, his cock was rock hard. He pulled the dress off of her and her big, fake tits looked amazing! I watched her sucking my husband’s cock with such desire, something I’ve never felt when sucking his cock! But her pussy definitely made me so fucking wet! I spread her lips, sucking on her clit, finger fucking her! And her beautiful tight asshole was begging for that huge cock! Eventually, my husband told me to get the fuck out of the way. I sat on the floor watching them fuck. Oh, he was pounding her pussy as she kept begging him to go harder. I tried rubbing my clit, but he told me no. Shit! I loved watching my husband shoot his load into her pussy. He then told me to lick her clean and make her cum. When they were done they headed to the shower but first we all went outside, naked, where he had me sit on the grass while the two of them pissed on me. That was something she wanted to do and my husband was very willing. I’ve never been pissed on before, but watching them do it while laughing at me, made me so incredibly wet! Afterwards, she told me to stay in the grass, like the dog that I am, and play with my pussy while they go take a shower. After they were done, they let me in and I cleaned up and she ended up spending the night. Damn, I like this one!

Raise A Glass To A Blowjob {Jung Hoseok} ~Ceasefire~

Prompt:  Request! Hoseok’s first time receiving a bj and it’s with reader ^.^ tysm

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warning: oral sex, drinks, peeping Taehyung

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