i will not abandon you

Can I just say

he took lightning

To the HEART

for katara

Zuko’s entire redemption arc was leading up to his relationship with katara, the episode where they track down her mother’s killer was the climax of zuko’s personality curve, that episode SHOULD have ended with them becoming romantically involved, or at least introduced it as a possibility with it becoming a reality after his Agni-Kai with azula. Aang was the perfect “not every hero gets the girl” character from the very beginning, if he did end up married with kids it should’ve been a later development with someone else.

and katara’s entire romantic story makes SO. MUCH. MORE. SENSE. with her and zuko being in love. Her “forgiveness and healing through accepting the past and embracing the future” story complements his “trying to be good but finding it really difficult” story so beautifully. He was never her abuser, he never actually even hurt her, they were on opposite sides of a war and then they became friends. They should’ve been more.

And mai should’ve ended up with ty lee. Obviously.

Vanilla Sex// Ethan Dolan Imagine +

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A/N: Hey what up I’m not dead! Sorry for being MIA on this account, school has been so stressful and I completely abandoned my tumblr account. I’m back now though! 

IF YOU SENT IN REQUEST THEY WILL BE WRITTEN AND POST THIS WEEK OR THE NEXT!  

Smut creds to: @smokedluh

WARNINGS: SMUT 

Your day was exhausting as you had such a hard day at work.All you wanted to do was go to your boyfriend of a year and cuddle up next to him as the two of you talked about your day. The twins and Jack were all currently at the warehouse recording a video for the week. Ethan was always at the warehouse and it has technically become your second home. 

You decided that instead of going home and waiting for him to get there, you would go over to the warehouse and surprise him. Parking the car by the door entrance you turned your car off and stepped out. Using the copy that Ethan gave you many months ago you opened the door and quietly stepped in. As you approached the kitchen you could hear all four of the boys booming voices echoing through the thin walls. 

As you got closer to them you could clearly hear everything they were saying. 

“How are things with Y/N?” You heard Jack ask your boyfriend. 

Curiosity filed your body so instead of going in and interrupting them you pressed yourself against the wall and eavesdropped on them. 

“Things are going great man, It’s just that….you know what never mind.” Ethan trailed off as he shook his head dismissing whatever he was about to say. Mentally you urged the boys to ask him what was on his mind because you wanted to know what he was going to say. 

“What? Just say it bro we aren’t going to judge you.” Grayson urged his twin as he was curious himself on knowing what he could possibly say. All he received was utter silence from Ethan. 

At this point a lot of thoughts were crossing through your mind. Did he not love you anymore? Did you do something to annoy him? Does he not like my curves? Was I too much for him? All of this was silenced with the comment he made next. 

“It’s the sex man. I mean don’t get me wrong we have amazing sex but it’s all vanilla you know?” He shrugged while the boys hummed in agreement. 

This hurt you because you always thought that the sex was fine. You never thought that he hated the most intimate part of your relationship so much. 

“Talk to her about it. Sometimes girl have this freaky side to them that you don’t know about until you ask for more,” Jack suggested to your boyfriend and you nodded your head agreeing with him. Ethan should just grow a pair and tell you about how he felt instead of telling his twin and friend about it first. 

“I don’t want to hurt her feelings though. Like i said before it’s not bad. I just think its boring to do the same thing over and over again all the time. I just wish we added something new to our sex lives.” He replied back. 

This was when you had enough of listening in on their conversation. Stepping away from the wall you walked right out of the warehouse and drove right to the mall to buy a few things. 

You were ready to show Ethan a side to you that you were always afraid to show him. 


You stared at your reflection in the mirror as you fluffed up your hair one last time. You knew Ethan would be home any minute. The red two piece lingerie hugged your curves perfectly. The bra was a mesh red bra with only a thin material covering the nipple. The red thong rested perfectly on the curve of your hips while hiding your heat away from Ethan’s view. You loved how sexy it made you feel and you were positive that Ethan would love it as well. 

The lights were dimmed and candles were scattered around the room filling it with a vanilla scent. You purposely chose that smell to remind Ethan that you weren’t all vanilla. 

Hearing the front door open you quickly ran over to the king sized bed and kneeled on the sheets. 

“Baby what’s-damn,” he gasped out as his eyes widened at the site of you having your legs spread open as you sat on the bed. 

“Why don’t you come over here and I’ll show you what’s going on?” You flirted while spreading your legs fully open allowing him to slide his body through them. Lying down on the bed as Ethan’s muscular bod hovered above you. You felt your heart rate pick up nervous on how he would react to your actions. 

“I can’t wait to rip this off of you,” Ethan whispered into your ear as his hands ran down your body resting on the curve of your hips. You felt his hands slide under the thing material of the thong and lightly pinch your skin. 

Smirking up at your boyfriend you decided that now would be a great time to tease him. Ghosting your lips over his you lower your hand down and lightly press your palm on his hardening cock. 

Attaching your lips to his neck, you lick and suck his sweet spot. 

You hear a light moan escape his lips making you heat grow, now soaking your panties. 

“Fuck if you don’t let me do something soon I’m going to ruin you,” Ethan moaned out as he lightly bit your shoulder. 

“That doesn’t sound too bad,” you smirked as you took your hand away from where he needed you most and quickly flipped him around. Now you were straddling him with your hands resting on his chest. You were dominating him and he loved it.  

He peers over your arm, and his hands quickly rest on your ass, giving it a hard smack. His favorite thing on you was and you quote “your fat ass.” 

Jumping forward a little at the contact, you grind slowly on his crotch watching him squirm under you.

 “Stop teasing.” he groans, but it was no use because you loved seeing him all vulnerable under your touch. 

 You continued to slowly grind onto his crotch, sometimes pressing down a little creating a pleasuring pressure for him.

His hands roam your entire body as he tries to touch you and as much as you love it you decided that tonight he wouldn’t be allowed to touch you for a while. 

“Tonight’s gonna be a little different.” you say as you push his hands above his head and the other reaching for bag of things you bought today. 

“You can pick what you wanna use first.” you say biting your lip seductively at your bewildered boyfriend. 

 Leaning up, he started rummaging through the bag, his eyes occasionally widening at the sight of the stuff in there. 

Pulling out a blue vibrator, he quickly flips you over sucking on your neck, making sure to leave a trail of hickeys. 

 Sighing, you wrap your hands around the back of his neck, tugging at the napes of his hair. He grabs both hands and holds them above your head, not stopping his actions. “Mmm, that’s what the handcuffs are for.” you say while looking up at him with lust filled eyes.

 “I’ll use those later.” He says smirking up at you as his hands trail down your body creating goosebumps all around your skin. Getting down to your panties, he lifts them down agonizingly slow.

 “You’re always so wet for me Y/N.” he moans as he stares at your throbbing clit all wet and ready for him. 

 “All for you baby.” you smirk with your eyes staring at him begging for him to touch you already.

 Gasping as his lips close around your clit you begin to feel his tongue licking stripes up and down. Your toes curl at the vast pleasure coursing through your body as he eats you out. Your breathing grows heavy as you let out a loud moan while tugging at the top of his hair begging for more. 

 He busts out with his tricks; drawing patterns, figure 8’s, you name it he was doing it. 

“Fuck E, just like that.” you moan licking your bottom lip that’s was now becoming dry. Ethan knew your body like no other, and he knew what to do to get you squirming and coming under his touch in seconds, but tonight. Tonight I could tell he wanted to take his time, enjoy it and tease you. 

Soon you felt cold as his lips pulled out from you. You groan missing his pleasuring tongue but you knew it would soon be replaced by his huge cock that would make you orgasm in the best way possible. 

Getting the vibrator, he slowly enters the vibrator in you, pushing it in out and slowly. After a few moments of that, he turns up the setting to medium, making you jolt from the pleasure. 

“Shit!” you moan while fisting the sheets into your hand not used to the feeling of the vibration inside your body. 

He soon starts thrusting the vibrator faster and faster inside of you hitting your g-spot perfectly as he does so. 

Your stomach begins to tighten letting you know that you were about to cum. 

“You like that Y/N?” He whispers in my ear while his empty hand reaches up to your boob and gives it a tight squeeze. 

He soon decided to turn it up to the highest speed, causing you to scream out looking down at his hands and seeing the vibrator soaked in your juices. 

“I’m gonna cum baby.” you warn while wrapping your legs around his back. 

“Nothings stopping you Y/N,” he moans out as he peppers kissing on the top of your boob that has yet to be taken out of the tight bra. 

Curses and pants leave your mouth as you orgasm washes over your body. Ethan stills his movements but leaves the vibrator in you until he sees that you have gone down from your high. 

“Not done with you yet.” He smirks while pulling off his sweatpants revealing the outline of his hard dick.  Sitting up, you get on your knees and grab the hem of his underwear, You pull his underwear down, his erection slapped on his stomach, leaking with pre-cum. The sight made your mouth water. 

Putting it to your mouth, he taps the tip on your lips wanting to have your lips around him immediately. 

“Suck.” He demands. Obeying, you take him in your mouth sucking at the tip until you get halfway down not being able to take the rest in. 

Wrapping your hand around whatever you couldn’t fit in your mouth you begin to pump him. 

Spit falls from your mouth and onto your chest as you bob your head on his cock back and forth. 

“Just like that Y/N.” he groans while tangling his hands in your hair tugging when his body would be filled with extreme pleasure. 

 Looking up at him innocently, you take him all the way in your mouth until he hits the back of my throat. You knew he loved seeing you do that. 

“Fuck.” He says under his breath. “Can i mouth fuck you?” He asks with a pant.  Even during things like this, he was so polite always asking you before doing something to make sure you were okay with it. 

 Humming yes on his dick, he jerks a little, the vibrations doing something to him. Grabbing your hair, he thrusts his dick inside your mouth at a fast pace, his dick hitting the back of my throat every time. 

He twitches inside your mouth before pulling out. “Why’d you stop?” you ask with a hoarse voice.

 “Don’t wanna cum just yet.” He says flipping you over onto my stomach. Grabbing the handcuffs, he cuffs one on your wrist and the other to the top of the bedpost. Gasping as you feel his tip lightly brush your throbbing clit you tilt your head back to look at him. 

You soon feel him fully thrust into you, not giving you enough time to adjust to his size. 

“Fuck.” you moan lowly while pressing your face into the pillow loving him being inside of you. 

He starts to thrusts at a regular pace, like he usually does before things really get heated. After a few moments of his normal paced thrusts, he grips my hips and starts to thrust faster. 

“You’re so fucking tight baby.” He says loud enough for both of us to hear. “Fuck baby maybe stretch me out with those big fingers of yours next time.” You moan out as he starts to hit your g-spot. 

Moans erupt from your throat and occasional screams when he plays with your breast. 

 Groans and swear words leave Ethan’s lips, before one hand leaves your hips and goes into your hair, wrapping it around his hand and pulling it a little.

 “You like it when I pull your hair? Hm, you like it when I fuck you hard and rough?” He asks in your ear. 

Ethan was fucking me so good, I couldn’t even give a response until he tugged my hair harder. “Answer me.” He says in a demanding tone. 

“Y-yes! Yes, Ethan keep fucking me like that.” you moan out as you feel his thrust getting painfully slow. 

Ethan stops his actions, before thrusting deep inside of you, so deep that he was hitting your g-spot at a perfect angle.

 “Holy-oh my gosh please don’t stop, E.” You whimper.

 Only sounds that could be heard were our moans and our skin slapping together and gosh you hoped Grayson wouldn’t be home anytime soon. 

 You never wanted this to end, but you knew that it would soon end because you felt that familiar tight bundle at the bottom of your stomach. 

“Wait, stop.“ you say and you soon feel him stop all his movements and pulling out of you. 

“Why, what’s wrong?” He asks concerned at the thought that he was doing something you didn’t want. 

 Grabbing the key off the nightstand, you unlock the cuffs before turning around to face your sweaty and worried boyfriend.   

Laying on your back, he repositions himself to your opening. “You okay now?” He asks. 

“Yeah, but one more thing.” you say going for the kill. “What is it?” He ask while furrowing his eyebrows.

 “I want you to choke me while you fuck me.” you say while biting your lip nervously. Smirking, he thrusts back inside while his hands snake around your neck. 

Smiling into it, your mouth forms into an ‘O’, as he continues his deep, hard thrusts. 

“Fuck.Yes.” I moan with each thrusts. “Fuck I’m gonna cum.” He says before moving down to my neck, kissing it tenderly. 

Intertwining our fingers, he whimper and groans into your neck as you both cum together. 

“Holy- fuck Ethan!” you moan out as you cum out for the second time that night. 

 Pants and moans leave your mouth as your second orgasm comes down. Rolling over, his chest heaves up and down before he starts to cuddle you from behind.

 “Best sex ever.” He mumbles into your hair as he presses a tender kiss on top of it. 

 “You still think our sex’s vanilla?” you ask feeling slightly insecure about your sex life. 

You feel him tense up behind you and he quickly sits up looking down at you with a guilty expression. 

 “You heard?” He asks you as he runs his hand through his hair. 

 “Yeah.” you say in a sad tone while sitting up and staring at your hands. 

 “Y/N, I’m sorry.” He says quickly apologizing feeling extremely guilty for talking about it with the boys. 

“It’s okay…..but why didn’t you tell me about it? Why go to the boys first?” You ask turning around to face him wanting to know why he did that.

 “I just didn’t want to hurt your feelings. Next time I’ll say something, I promise. I know it was really shitty of me to go to the boys first and not tell you about it.” He says kissing your forehead. 

 “I mean I’ve always had a inner freak in me. If you would have asked I would have shown you sooner.” you tease while giggling at your boyfriends expression. 

“I know.” He smirks while capturing your lips in a sweet kiss.

 “I love you.” you say once you pull away from his kiss.  “ I love you too.” He says planting a quick kiss to your lips before pulling up into him and lying down on the bed. You rested on top of him your lips both on either side of his lips and your head resting perfectly on his naked chest. 

“I just realized we never took this off the entire night,” Ethan mumbles while pulling at the strap of your bra. 

“Oh yeah,” you mumble while sitting up and reaching behind you. Quickly snapping the bra off you slide it down your shoulders and threw the bra behind you. Before you could lay back down to cuddle Ethan you felt his hands cup both your boobs lightly grazing your nipple. 

“Round two?” He smirks up at you with a raised eyebrow. 

“Thought you would never ask,” you smirk back before pushing him back down and bringing him into a passionate kiss. 

Originally posted by tuesdaygirl8055

anonymous asked:

You should come to New Hampshire in America one day. I can show you cute little deer and gorgeous beaches and abandoned falling apart mini castles in the middle of the woods

Now. I LOVE the idea of New Hampshire. In fact, all of New England, really. I see the pictures of the fire-coloured leaves and imagine the smell of the crisp air as I take a walk, ideally with a lady I like very much and dog I like more.

S4 #FannibalSelfRec

Filling in @hannibalficwriters self rec prompt, simply to cheer myself up since today is doom-y and gloomy.

The First Cold Day of October

A few weeks or months after surviving the Fall, somewhere up North, Hannibal and Will are carving a present for themselves. Until one day, they feel the first cold day of the season.

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1. What does the piece mean to you?

I had, until recently, completely abandoned writing. I had half-started some series/ideas more than a year ago, but due to time I eventually gave up. After some unbelievably inspiring chats with @pragnificent​, I started very meekly to post a few ideas, here and there. This piece is the first “original” concept I explored in a non-draft format in over a year, and it has been absolutely massive for me.

Apart from it being monumental because I actually wrote it down, it is important to me because it deals with chronic pain. Which is close-and-personal. But also it is one of my more light-hearted Will and Hannibal stories; I am happy with where they are, in relation to each other, even if there are moments of struggle, consent issues and other unpleasantries. I adore them together in this fic, because they are still raw and potentially dangerous to each other, but they are willing to listen and act in whichever way makes the other happy, in the end.

2. What was your favorite line in your piece/what was your favourite comment that you’ve received on the work?

Oh boy!

Will’s eyes focused on him. A gentle serenity eclipsed the frown. “You have been good. I never tell you that, but you have been so good since.” The thought broke.

“Since when, Will?”

“Since we eloped.” He allowed a smile, and Hannibal could feel the sun kissing his skin in the middle of the cloudy Autumn day.

It is more than one line, but fuck me I love them.

I LOVE all comments, adore treasure and hug them close, but I think Somethingeasy’s resonated with me in about every single level.

3. What are you most looking forward to in Season 4?

I… actually wrote a meta about that. Hannibal S4, Relative time & Relations, and this is my ‘realistic’ approach to S4. When it comes to entirely emotionally driven, Hannigram progression of forgiving one another and healing, tentatively, mind and body, slowly and occasionally painfully but always in love, well this series is where I put all my hopes and dreams in: https://archiveofourown.org/series/570961

I hope this was not too self-indulgent! This is the story link: AO3

In any case, thank you for bearing with me, and for every kudos, view and comment! And now back to writing…

Queer is not a slur.

Not when used as a self-identification, and not when used as an umbrella term within the community, at least.

See, here’s the thing: The most common identifier used by bi, pan, and trans people to describe their sexuality? Queer.

Given that multiple studies have shown that bi people alone comprise about half the community, that makes it by far the most common term we use to describe ourselves.

What’s more, it’s not just an identifier: it’s a rallying cry. It’s a banner the whole community has assembled under forever. “We’re here, we’re queer” is a cliché for a reason. It’s a statement of power, and of pride - yes, we’re weird. We don’t fit into the “acceptable” categories cisheteronormative society gives us. And that’s a good thing. It’s a call to demolish those “acceptable” boxes, to build a world we’re all part of.

Its rejection is a relatively recent move by the same homonationalism that brought us “Bi people don’t belong,” the thrilling sequel “Trans people don’t belong,” and the stunning conclusion “Ace people don’t belong.” It’s a deliberate strategy employed by respectability politicians seeking a seat at the table - taking the work we’ve put in and distancing themselves from us so they can tell the straights “We deserve your respect because we’re just like you! We even hate queers!”

(And don’t think it’s a coincidence that the community suddenly forgot the massive, massive overlap between “queer” and “poly” when building the very self-conscious image of two clean-cut upper-middle-class smiling young professional men or women either. Anything that wasn’t “respectable” enough had to go. My deepest thanks to the person who pointed this out.)

In the rush for our place in an oppressive hell, we’ve lost our revolutionary edge, lost our fire, and lost a lot of what drove us in the first place. Fuck. That.

I’m queer, and you will never take that away from me.

I wonder if you ever felt like I abandoned you….  
If you ever thought I should have fought for you…

The truth of it is I never left.  
I’m still here.  
And I do fight for you - every single day.   
Not to win you…. not to trap you or cage you…  
But for your happiness.

I wage war on myself day in and day out for you.  
Tearing strips off myself, swallowing hatred and tears….  
So if you hate me because I abandoned you…. don’t worry…  
….. I hate myself for it too…
—  Ranata Suzuki
To you, the girl whose eyes reminds me of sleepy afternoons, whose smiles are as sweet as cherry and whose heart is delicate and innocent, you don’t deserve me. I am an abandoned cemetery, all the flowers I have here in my garden are already withered and I have nothing but all these decayed bones. I’m a place where dead things reside and you are a museum. You owned every grace, beauty and every sophistication in this world could offer. You are a place where everybody wanted to get lost and I am a place full of tears, mourns and regrets.