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dormouse11  asked:

What are some signs that a cat has stopped enjoying a play session and is now feeling overstimulated? My cat seems to switch from "lol i am fierce kitty!! *nibbles*" to "ok I'm done that's ENOUGH. *snap*" on a dime. I feel like there must be some change in body language I'm not picking up on? (For the record, I live alone, so I don't have to worry about her snapping at other people or anything. I just don't want her to be uncomfortable.)

I’d watch for pupil dilation and a change in tail motion, but honestly, it tends to happen pretty quickly and can be hard to watch for. For lots of cats it’s more of a hair trigger than a slow build. Another thing you can do is figure out what types of touch make them overstimulated and then make sure to never do that for very long - base it off observational data from previous situations, rather than body language in the moment. 

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Luke and his kiddo 

‘Remember? When we were kids, Clary and I, you brought us here. We roasted marshmallows. Clary got one stuck in her hair. And Jocelyn had to cut it out. Yeah? Clary cried, like, the whole way home because she thought she looked like a boy. But you told her that she was still beautiful, and that you would always love her.’

Girls Night | Wanda Maximoff/ Natasha Romanoff |

Anonymous requested: Hey! Can I request a smutty Wanda x Natasha x Reader threesome? Like maybe they’re having a girls night out at the club and it gets hot, so they head back to the reader’s place? Thank you xx
Sure thing sweet cakes! This my first attempt at a smutty threesome, but I am going to try my hardest for you.

Summary: Normally ‘Girls Night’ consisted of staying at yours and eating junk food and watching movies, but this time Natasha wants to do something different. Besides, clubs are always fun, right?

Warnings: This is pure filth. Face-sitting, eating out, fingering, tribbing, ménage à trois, dirty talk, hair-pulling, choking, masturbation, swearing, alcohol consumption, semi-public foreplay.

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Originally posted by queenturtle14


“Tonight, ladies, we are doing something different!” Natasha exclaimed as she burst into the room, making you and Wanda jump.

“Like what?” You asked, worried about what she had in mind. Her kind of different could be anything from going out to leading an interrogation. She smirked and held up three dresses and make up.

“We are going to a club.” She stated, making both you and Wanda grin. It had been so long since you’d been to a club, and what better way to celebrate the end of one of the toughest missions yet than going out with your best friends.


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i think i’m not alone in absolutely adoring this part of the movie:

Originally posted by trechos-of-books

here’s the thing, I just can’t stop watching it. I can’t. Over and over and over, and I keep looking at newt’s expression as he reaches out to touch her, and there’s just? so much going on there?

Originally posted by lilkisara

  • there is definite apprehension, and carefulness, but i think he’s not apprehensive for himself, but for her? what gets me most is how sure he is of the decision he’s making
  • but the way he looks at her, eyes unblinking, mouth tightening slightly, reaching out slowly and carefully so she can pull away if she wants, and he’s giving her the choice, making this as much about what she wants as it is about what he wants
  • and there’s still more?
  • this hair touch moment happens right after tina asks him about leta
  • so it’s like he’s saying, it’s you
  • i don’t know what leta likes anymore and people change and i’ve changed, and i hope you’ll accept the fact that it’s YOU i want to change for, and change with
  • and he knows this is what he wants, that there’s something here and he’s ready to move on from the picture
  • but he’s not quite sure if tina wants the same, but he still needs to take the chance?
  • it’s like he’s saying, for what it’s worth, even though i’m leaving and I don’t know when I’ll see you again, IT’S YOU WHO I WANT TO MOVE ON WITH, IF YOU’LL ACCEPT
  •  and then he returns to drive home the point, to insist he give her the book, and then he has to turn back again so she’s absolutely SURE what he means, which is perhaps, in that moment, the simplest and the hardest thing to say–
  • i want to see you again
BTS Reaction to you having a Hair Pulling Kink

Namjoon: Namjoon would be fucking your from the back when you’d ask to get your hair pulled. You would already have a choking fetish and it would turn Namjoon on badly

“Like this baby?” He asked and pulled your hair back roughly making you moan out in pain and pleasure.


Jungkook: You two would be making out on the couch and he’d be groping, squeezing, and slapping your ass just how you like it. You felt like something was missing so you’d pull away from the kiss and cup his face

“I want you to pull my hair,” you breathlessly say. He’d look at you and shrug.

“Okay.” He’d pull you back into the kiss amd later pull your hair.



Taehyung: You two would be watching a movie and there was a sex scene which showed a girl getting her hair pulled. She seemed to be enjoying herself as he pulled her hair. “U-uh- maybe we should change this-” “we should try that.” Tae would look at you and gulp. “O-okay.” 

(yes I’m aware Tae’s eyes are black in the gif)


 Hoseok: You and Hobi would be playing around, chasing each other and when Hobo reached to grab you, he pulled you hair. He was expecting you to scream but instead you moaned like a pornstar. Hobi would apologise but you would like it and forgive him, but would ask him to do it later


Jimin: You’d be riding Jimin while playing with your hair. Jim would also have this kink too so he’d pleasure his wn filthy needs and pull your hair causing you to groan in a sensual way.

“You like that don’t you,” he grinned. 


Yoongi: Since you and Yoongi would be exploring each other sex life at the moment, you’d be chilling on the couch when out of the blue you’d say the kink. Yoongi would give you a emotionless expression with his cheek on his knuckles.

“Cool,” he shrugged and looked back at the TV, but in his head he was going to use it on you tonight.


Jin: You two would be hangout at his place and he’d be eating bowl of ramen when you two were asking each other sexual questions. “Whats another one of your kinks,” he asked.

“Hair pulling,” you shrugged. He’d look at you and sit the bowl down wiping his lip.

“Mine too, Jagiya-ah,” he whispered, smirking.


look I know it’s been like 3 years since any women had a a meaningful conversation in an MCU movie but that’s no reason to skimp on the femslash there are so many possibilities

  • Helen Cho and Claire Temple go out for coffee; end up falling in love over mutual complaining about their ridiculous superheroes.
  • Pepper Potts and Hope Van Dyne meet up to negotiate cooperations between Stark Industries and Pym Tech. Aggressive negotiating turns into eye fucking turns into making out in someone’s office.
  • Sharon Carter having a ridiculous crush on Bobbi Morse ever since S.H.I.E.L.D. boot camp and wanting to tear her hair out every time Bobbi gets back with Hunter.
  • Ayo accompanies T’Challa to Avengers Tower on business; is so hot that Useless Bisexal ™ Helen Cho actually drops whatever she was holding.
  • The Avengers appear on Trish Talk and after being totally unimpressed by any of the guys Trish Walker discovers she can’t even make eye contact with Natasha Romanoff without turning bright red. What are coherent sentences?
  • Jane Foster and Lady Sif get tired of waiting for Thor to quit dicking around and notice one of them; Sif sweeps Jane off her feet and they ride off into the sunset together.
  • Jessica Jones starts jokingly flirting with Claire Temple, asking if she wants to cross another Defender off her list. To her absolute shock Claire takes her up on it. 
  • Before she infiltrated Stark Industries, Natasha Romanoff went undercover at Pym Tech. She stole their corporate secrets and Hope Van Dyne’s heart.
  • Daisy Johnson and Wanda Maximoff take a day off from being stressed out baby superheroes with crappy lives and messed up families to go see a movie together. Making out ensues.
  • Melinda May, who deserves nice things and rough sex, starts hooking up with Agent Piper, who’s a little scared but also really doesn’t want to question her luck.
  • Jane Foster and Darcy Lewis have been living together for a year and a half, but don’t realize they’re married until they absentmindedly kiss in the lab one night.
  • Gamora, the most dangerous woman in the galaxy, becomes a stammering dork when faced with Mantis being completely adorable. Mantis is puzzled.

I could do these literally all day please come talk to me about MCU femslash or tell me yours I need more gay MCU ladies

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Imagine Dean realizing all the little things he loves about you


Characters: Dean x Reader

Warnings: fluff, implied smut

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: I love the song Out of My League by Stephen Speaks. It is just wonderful. It inspired this fic. I’m going to tease the HELL out of you with SMUT but not give it to you. I KNOW I’m going to here about it from a couple of you, but *shrugs* you’ll get over it. 

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The Art of Designer Artificial Limbs
Sophie de Oliveira Barata makes hyper-realistic prostheses as well as elaborate costume limbs that reflect the wearer's personality.
By Roc Morin

There is a moment when each ultra-realistic prosthetic limb crafted by Sophie de Oliveira Barata transitions from a hunk of silicon into something more. “It happens around this point,” the artist explained, gesturing to a half-finished leg jutting mid-kick from her work bench. “I’ll know it’s happened when I handle a limb a bit roughly, and I find myself apologizing to it: ‘Oh, sorry!’”

It’s an easy mistake to make. With precision molding, hand-painted veins, and real human hairs, the limbs scattered around Sophie’s studio look uncannily real: legs on the verge of dancing and hands ready to burst into applause. With these prostheses, Sophie enables her customers to conceal their absences and blend in. But the artist also caters to another kind of clientele: amputees wanting to stand out. She works with these clients to imagine the missing parts of their bodies as fantastical works of art: an arm housing a motorized coiling snake, a jewel-studded leg with embedded stereo, a bird-wing arm with a metal hook for a talon. “Instead of seeing what’s missing,” she remarked, “you see what’s there.”

UGH I honestly thought after sleeping I would wake up more calm but I just woke up even more pissed??

Can we talk about how Lorelai STILL treats Jess like he’s the scum of the earth! Like BITCH Jess is the reason Rory and you made up in season 6!! Jess was the one who encouraged Rory to go back to Yale and make up with you. And then skip to the revival and ONCE AGAIN Jess is the one who encourages Rory to drop her bullshit and get her act together and ONCE AGAIN Rory listens to Jess and starts to get her shit together. And despite all this even a million years later Lorelai has nothing but bad things to say about him??? LIKE GET OVER IT. He was a messed up teen who was forced to move away from his home and live in a strange town when he happened to go off on you. He’s grown up SO much since then and honestly was the only character in the revival who was in a good/mature place the whole time and she STILL can’t let go of that one incident that happened a million years ago because he was being an angsty teen.

When will you understand? I want you on your good days and on your bad. I want you on the days where you can’t make yourself get out of bed. I want you on the days where you are dancing around the house in your underwear. I want you on the days where you make me want to rip my hair out and on the days where my cheeks hurt from smiling so much. It’s you. I want you. Whatever life throws at us I want you. I will always want you.
—  4am

“I dunno. I’m not quite sure where I stand with her.” Harry murmured, leaning back against the couch as he continued scrolling through his Twitter. “The last time we hung out was on tha’ yacht, and that was basically last year.. I mean, Kendall’s really nice, and she’s proper fit, but the fans get so crazy when I’m seen with her..”

“Don’t mind t’e fans.. Do what makes you happy!” Niall interrupted, shrugging as he did so.

“I read a couple articles before saying she really wants to get back together with you. You should text her or something!” Liam smiled encouragingly, gesturing towards Harry’s phone.

“Wha- are you crazy? I can’t just text her out of the blue and be like, ‘Hey, wanna get some lunch sometime? Okay, bye!’ She’s going to think it’s weird.” Harry scoffed, reaching up to run a hand through his hair.

“Did you see her in the Victoria’s Secret show? Her legs just go on and on..”

Kendall Jenner was a name you honestly didn’t think you’d hear again. You knew that Harry was friends with her, but you never knew he had feelings for her to begin with. Of course, thinking about it now, why wouldn’t he have a crush on her? Long flowing hair, sparkling brown eyes, a dazzling smile, and obviously, she was a model! And it wasn’t like you could protest against Harry without coming off as a jealous, green-eyed monster! In fact, one time, you wanted to tell Harry about your feelings for him, but you had overheard him talking to Liam about how good of a friend you were and.. Well, you decided to stash your feelings for him for another time.

“Okay, Y/N. All you have to do is tell Harry you might have feelings for him. It’s not even a big deal, you know? They’re just words. Nothing to be afraid of.” You were standing outside Harry’s hotel room, and you had been standing here for.. About ten minutes, now. If someone were to see you, they’d think you were a creepy stalker. As you raised your fist to knock against the door, you heard two voices from inside.

“Y/N’s so sweet, I love her to bits.” Harry? That was definitely Harry. He loved you?  Butterflies erupted in your tummy as you leaned in to press an ear against the door. A dopey smile was plastered on your face as you continued listening. Now you knew that maybe, just maybe, Harry liked you back! “She picked up a juice fo’ me this morning, from my favourite juice bar! And she even got a green straw for me.”

“Sometimes I feel like she’s actually in love with you. I mean, she got a juice fo’ me, too.. But she’s like, ten times more thoughtful when it comes to you! I didn’t get a green straw, that’s for sure.” Liam laughed lightly. “Do you think she likes you?” Your eyes widened slightly as you pressed yourself tighter against the door, your heart pounding in your chest. This was literally a life or death situation.

“Y/N? Nah.. I don’ think she likes me. She’s just a nice person t’ everyone.”

“No! No, Harry! I like you!” You whispered quietly, reaching up to pinch the bridge of your nose.

“Even if she did like me, that’d be a little awkward. She’s just a friend to me. And..” By this point, you had completely tuned out. You pulled away from the door slowly, your vision growing a little fuzzy as your eyes went out of focus. You thought you were right, you thought Harry liked you back. Maybe all the signals and signs you thought you were receiving.. Was it just Harry being Harry?

So, yes. You were 99.9% sure that Harry didn’t feel the same way about you as you do about him, and you were.. You were fine! You were over it.. Right?

“If you like her, just go for it. She obviously likes you back. Remember all those pictures from the yacht party?” Liam clicked his tongue, Harry letting out a sigh of frustration before nodding lightly.

“Do we need to bring that back?” You muttered under your breath, your brows stitched together in irritation. Every time the boys were together, they just had to talk about Kendall Jenner. They needed to talk about how pretty she was, how fit she was, how she was definitely Harry’s type. You knew it was bad to be petty and jealous about her, but you couldn’t help it! You looked like a potato standing next to Kendall, and honestly, you were sick of thinking about her. She was all over your Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Tumblr - You name it, Kendall Jenner was on it. And now, knowing for sure that Harry liked Kendall made you sick to the stomach.

“Wha’ was tha’? Couldn’t hear yeh, love.” Harry poked your leg with his toe, raising an eyebrow in curiosity as you looked up from your magazine at him.

“Hm? I didn’t say anything.” You feigned a smile, glancing down at your magazine as you flipped to the next page. Immediately, your smile dropped.

‘Check out Kendall Jenner’s first pair of wings on the Victoria’s Secret-’

“There’s literally no escape from you, is there?“ You grumbled, flipping to the next page roughly. “Anyways, I didn’t say anything.” 

“..Yes, you did.” Harry trailed off, shaking his head when you didn’t respond. “Alright, fine. Little miss stubborn, I’ll leave you alone.” He laughed lightly, noting the grumpy expression that now adorned your face. “Ooh, I was thinking about taking Kendall as my date to the premier for Dunkirk. I don’ know when’s a good time to ask her, though.”

You stopped reading your magazine as soon as those words slipped out of Harry’s mouth. He wanted to take her to watch Dunkirk? But you were always his go-to date for events and shows! That wasn’t fair! Kendall already stole Harry’s feelings, she couldn’t take the best-friend role away as well! You bit your tongue as you flicked through the magazine, feeling a mixture of anger, jealousy, and sadness bubble up inside you. All you had to do was stay calm. Think about things that make you happy. Harry made you happy. Kendall makes Harry happy, obviously. This technique wasn’t working very well.

“Careful t'ere, Y/N. No need t’ destroy t'e magazine.” Niall teased, leaning over to see what tabloid you were reading now. “Blac Chyna left Rob Kardashian? Didn’t she just give birth t’ their baby??”

“So, Dunkirk?” You slapped the magazine against Niall’s chest as he took it quickly, jolting at the sudden outburst from you. “That was a fun time, no?”

“Yeah, it was real fun.. You should know, you were there on set with me everyday, silly goose.” Harry snorted, rolling his eyes playfully.

“Yup. Went on juice runs for you, and I made sure your trailer was always nice and clean for when you came back during breaks. Ironed your uniform, too.” You nodded, feeling your cheeks burn at the sight of Harry beginning to text something on his phone. “And you’re planning to take Kendall?”

“Uh, tha’s what I just said.. Typical Y/N, always half-listening in on conversations.” Harry teased, Liam staring at you warily when your face became noticeably pink from anger.

“Y/N, are you ok-” 

“You know, I just think it’s interesting that you want to take Kendall as your date to the premier of Dunkirk. It’s weird that you haven’t seen her in how many months and suddenly you want to invite her to watch your movie.” You shrugged, sitting up attentively. 

“Jesus, Y/N.” Harry furrowed his brows, setting his phone down and glaring at you. “What’s your problem? Every time we talk about something related to Kendall, it’s like you shut off and turn into an emotionless robot.” He scoffed, crossing his arms. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. But if you wanna invite Kendall to watch Dunkirk, that’s fine.” 

“I’m taking her as my date.” 

“Fine, take her as a date! Maybe even take her out for dinner beforehand, why don’t you do that, too?” 

“Y/N-” 

“Just- Why do we always have to talk about Kendall Jenner?!” 

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y/n… where’s ur chiLL 

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We all know Alicia was a very famous model and it kinda made me think… if you hang out with someone who knows about make-up, you end up knowing about make-up. You talk to your friends about work, so they know what happened at the office. 

Enter Bob. Hockey-mad Bob who meets Alicia at a party where he’s being introduced to one of her friends and who is just… floored… by this woman. It’s obvious. He’s head over heels before he even knows it - Alicia? Not so much. 

I mean, sure, he’s cute and he’s got a butt that just will not quit, but he’s also clueless about the things she’s interested in. He knows nothing about clothes, designers, photographers - nothing. He wears what he’s told. Jesus - he’s got a mullet. She’s not interested. 

I want Bob being very aware that Alicia is out of his league. He makes an effort. He gets his hair cut into something more fashionable - he thinks he looks a little like Tom Selleck, and suddenly he’s ‘the good looking one’ on the team. He starts to look at what famous pop stars and actors wear. 

Bad Bob is learning that he’s not going to be David Bowie but maybe he can get a suit that’s a little different, right? 

He learns about what's ‘hot’ and not from his sister, his friends girlfriends and wives - he has a few well meaning 80′s disaster fashion moments, but he gets through it. He reads fashion magazines and rolls his eyes at the chirps. He tries to remember who took the photograph. He may have a notebook. Jack gets his dorky nature from somewhere. 

The next time he meets Alicia he’s able to hold a decent conversation about her time in Milan. He knows who she worked with, he’s able to ask about things SHE LIKES.

She’s impressed. And after they’ve been dating a few months, she stays the night. 

Only to find that Bob has converted the bedroom next to his into a walk in closet fit for a queen.

“Well, I just thought… you know…” He shrugs. “You might want to hang some of your things up if you come over.”

So when she’s standing in Jack’s new apartment and sees the state of the art kitchen, the brand new appliances… 

“Who cooks, Bob?”

“Hm?”

“Who does Jack know that cooks?”

“No one.” He says, stretching out on the couch so that his arm falls over her shoulders. “I think that the Bittle kid bakes - remember the cookies?” He kisses her on the cheek because he can. God, she does love this man. “Why?”

“No reason.”

hey everyone,

it has come to my attention that melissa mcbride has been on the receiving end of some nasty comments regarding her age and sex appeal as a middle-aged woman so i would like to point out a few things:

  • women do not come with an expiration date
  • this stigma around gray hair that makes women feel really old, unwanted and unattractive? needs to go
  • this rampant ageism and sexism that plagues both social media and society in general? also needs to go
  • melissa, as well as her character carol, are only in their 50s – women in their 50s are not “too old” to date, not “too old” to be sexually active if they want to, not “too old” to be seen as sexy or attractive… not old, period (not that there’s anything wrong with being old)
  • in fact, women are never “too old” for anything, except maybe going on the kids’ rides at carnivals (debatable)
  • melissa is an incredibly talented actress, as well as a genuinely good person, and she does not deserve to deal with this petty bullshit
a list of dates i want to take my girlfriend on

•making a small den out of pillows on my futon and watching her favorite animated movies while she sits on my lap and i play with her hair


•taking her hiking at my favorite trails right in the beginning of spring when the bugs aren’t out yet, but the flowers are just beginning to bloom. i’ll braid the prettiest ones i can find into her hair while we sit on the peak of my favorite cliff and watch the rushing water below us


•building a pillow fort and cuddling in it while listening to her favorite songs, just so that i can watch her smile when her favorite lyrics ring out


•turning out all the lights, but keeping Christmas lights strung around the room and playing her songs and lullabies i’ve written that are all centered around her and the light she brings into my world


•picking out restaurants we’ve never been to and bands we’ve never heard of and visiting them, taking in the ambiance and the music as a little adventure we can take in our own hometown.


•going downtown to the square when it starts to get cold and they hang lights up so that i can photograph her and keep the memories strung up because oh god, is she beautiful and i will never stop telling her


•bringing her to meet my out of state family and traveling with them, experiencing a different life and visiting all the hot spots like common tourists.


•saving up money so that we can travel around the world together, visiting all of the stunning spots at the perfect times so we can kiss under them and marvel at what a beautiful place we live in


•picking her up at 11 on a wednesday night even though she has class in the morning so we can watch the stars in a field somewhere


•taking her out to a fancy restaurant and looking at her, so beautiful and everyone knowing it, all dressed up and smiling – then bringing her home, watching her take off her makeup and put on my shirt and knowing that she is still so gorgeous, even as she asks why i’m smiling so hard as i admire her while she brushes her teeth.


•following her to wherever she wants to go, wherever makes her happy, and going on whatever adventures she dreams of going on; because she means the world to me and i’d be happy to go with her anywhere.

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#i just want to know if the way she pushes his hair out of the way is something talia probably did for them as children #some sort of comforting small touch to make them feel better when they felt sick #or was it just instinct for cora to touch her brother in a very simple but comforting way because he needed it or maybe she needed it #to make sure her brother was okay #im just very emotional and i wish they would have explored their relationship more

Missing my friendo @toriitorii and I couldn’t help but drawing her beautiful galaxy hair because its so gorgeous! Also wanted to repay her for her wonderful work she did for me when making a commission of us squishing our faces together.

Love it to death <3

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It’s always so difficult to do a Birthday photo for Barbie because everyone I know who does it always uses the blonde blue eyed iterations from throughout the years and I don’t maintain or even *own* that many blonde dolls that could be read as Barbie.

But I had a bit of an epiphany that Barbie, to me, was never about the blonde blue eyed icon. That means nothing to me but an impossible, narrow and overused beauty standard that stood in the way of what I really wanted, which was dolls that reflected the world in my life, with dark hair, dark eyes and dark skin.

So I pulled out the dolls that had been explicitly advertised *as* Barbie, but who definitely wasn’t light skinned, blonde and blue eyed. This is the Barbie I loved, and the one I am always struggling to hold onto because of how difficult Mattel makes it.

Maybe by the time Barbie hits 70, it won’t be weird to feature an exclusively brown doll as the public face of her Instagram, or her birthday, or her social media or even as her celebration doll. But, even with barely two lines full of diversity, her blonde blue eyed physique seems to be a central part of who she is.

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Surprise! Another fic for Nessian Smut Week! (Note: Takes place in fae universe) Hopefully you all enjoy it since I am still testing out the waters of writing mature content. Happy reading~!

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           “Whatever you want sweetheart. Just give the word,” Cassian smirks and shrugs his shirt off.  Her pale hands rove his exposed chest riddled with scars. She glides fingers down his tanned muscled skin. Nesta leans up to give him open-mouthed kisses on his collarbone.          

            “I want more than words Cassian. I want you moaning for me and making me never want to leave this bed.” Nesta gripped the sides of his face and brought him down in a searing kiss.     

           Leaves rustled above Nesta as she sat on branch overlooking her previous home. Her fae ears could pick out the sound of her father moving in one of the rooms from the opened windows and summer breeze stirred the loose stands of golden brown hair that had escaped the simple braid.

           Currently she was wearing plain clothes she had taken from the local village. She didn’t feel terribly bad for the theft since the clothes were mostly ragged, but she couldn’t stand to stay in her fine Night Court clothes after wearing them through her journey and over the wall that still stood between the fae and human lands. The dark blue shirt she now wore was large enough that it hung slightly off her shoulder and the pants were a tad tight, but Nesta wasn’t going to complain if that meant she could wear clean clothes.

           Nesta closed her eyes in contemplation. She had left the Night Court almost five days ago as quickly as she could. Not a moment was spared to grab anything with her or tell anyone where she was going. Which was how she wanted it to be. She hated herself for not warning her sisters ahead of time so they wouldn’t worry, but Nesta had to leave the Night Court before she did or say something she regretted.

           The painful memory of Cassian and Nesta’s fight flooded her mind. They were arguing, but that wasn’t uncommon. Usually the fight was nothing major. They would bicker about the small things and tease one another, but the last argument turned into a battle zone. It started off small and escalated into a yelling match.

             She faintly recalled that the disagreement stemmed from her wanting to participate in the Blood Rite.  The Rite meant she would go unarmed into the mountains at the Illyrian camp without using her magic, Siphons or supplies. Nesta wanted to prove the Illyrians who still thought her frail and useless that she was a force to be reckoned with. She would show them that she was a true warrior rather than a weakling so many of believed her to be. And she planned to beat those pricks by using the Blood Rite they thought meant everything toward being a true Illyrian warrior

               But Cassian was firmly against it. He couldn’t allow his mate on the mountains alone with no allies against hundreds of Illyrians males who would seek her out and try to destroy her.

                   “You can’t order me not to be in the Blood Rite Cassian,” Nesta said firmly. “It’s my choice.”

                   “Like hell you’re going into those mountains,” Cassian turned to face her with his arms crossed. He held the posture of the Army Commander who wasn’t willing to budge on this matter. “Nesta those males will do everything in their power to break you up there. My blood is already boiling with the thought of what they would do if they got their hands on you.”

                   “Let them try,” Nesta haughtily turned her head up to face her mate. “I’m strong enough to take them.”

                   “Nesta you underestimate them-“

                   “No, you are underestimating me Cassian.”

                  “I’m not.” Cassian inhaled trying to control himself as he explained. “Why can’t you just trust me on this Nesta?”

                  “Because it’s my right Cassian!” Nesta flew her hands in the air in exasperation.

                 “You were not born an Illyrian Nesta,” Cassian raised his voice as well. “You have no idea what it means to take part in the Rite and I’ll be dead before you’re put in that danger.”

                 “So you intend chain me like Tamlin tried with Feyre?” Nesta argued back. At this point their voices could be heard by anyone in the House of Wind.

                  “Don’t you dare compare me to that fucking prick,” Cassian snarled. “I’ve trained with you and allowed you to train with the other Illyrians which is far more than what that bastard ever gave your sister.”

                 “You allow me to train? Well Commander maybe you should watch yourself, because last I checked I don’t take orders from brutes who think they can control me!”

                  “You won’t be participating in the damn Blood Rite,” Cassian brushed past Nesta as if wanting to end the argument before it got out of control. But it was already too late.

                  “Yes. I. Will.” Nesta gritted out and faced Cassian who froze in the kitchen. His hazel eyes darkened and Nesta could see the red Siphons flicker with restrained power.

                 “Don’t Nesta.” Cassian spoke in a deadly calm manner. “I am asking you to please listen to me instead of thinking about your pride right now.”

                 “And why?! Why should I when you won’t let me do this one-“

                 “What would happen if any of those males banded together against you Nesta? Do you think they will go easy on you?” Cassian’s voice boomed with unleashed emotions. “Do you know what would happen if they restrained you? You, a helpless female, at their mercy? I can imagine that they would do far worse things than what happened you as a human. Is that what you want Nesta? To be taken advantage of and being at their fucking mercy while I can’t do anything to help?” Cassian seethed at his release of pent up worries and rage at the thought of Nesta being hurt by someone. His words echoed between them and Nesta was frozen.

                 Memories of her past with Tomas didn’t plague her mind as they used to. She had grown stronger and more resilient since that day. As a human she had narrowly escaped him and as a stronger fae she didn’t imagine she could be pushed into a position like that again. But now Cassian had trudged up those memories and put them in a harsher light.

              Cassian thinks I’m still that defenseless human girl who could barely protect herself.

             The thought felt like a slap to the face and hurt worse when she could feel the way he was scared for her down the bond. He truly didn’t think she was strong enough to protect herself.

            Sadness sweeps Nesta up before she could can herself. A tinge of anger and fear swirled in the depths of despair that Nesta had fallen into. She quickly put up walls against the bond. Blocking him out and keeping her thoughts and feelings hidden behind them.

           Cassian’s head snaps up at the brief flicker emotions he felt from Nesta before her walls cleaved him off.

          “Nesta-“

         “Don’t.” Nesta backed away. “Just don’t Cassian.”

           He took a small step toward her as if he was approaching an animal that may bolt in fright. His expression was one of shock and regret. A phantom hand tried to comfort her down the bond, but was met with fortified walls. Cassian’s breath stuttered when he felt their connection blocked by the walls she put up.

          Nesta didn’t stick around the House of Wind. She hurried away and sought sanctuary away from the pain his eyes held as she cut herself off from.

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Concept: Philip Shea loves wearing Highlighter and occasionally loves doing make up- especially costume make up. But if he’s going out somewhere fun like a club or something he’ll just pop on some gold on his cheek bones and on his nose. maybe put a little glitter in his hair 

pexxastar-official  asked:

Hello ? i've been feeling little bit down lately .. cause i was told my Original Attack on Titan Character was told to be a Mary-Sue because of her hair color .... that is modern bright red ... i mean i don't saw anyone in the anime having a red hair i don't if its possible to have red hair in that world.. can't talk about that with my parents they won't understand :(

Ugh, hair color does not make a Mary sue! The term Mary sue has turned into “I hate your female OC just because” anyway. So try not to worry about it too much! How about you show me your OC? I’d love to see her! I mean, sure having bright red hair would be a bit hard in the snk setting, but if you want it like that, why the fuck not? Some people want their characters to fit in more and others prefer them to stick out!