I woke up with the realization that people with bad energy attract other bad peoples’s energy, and while it’s sad to watch your friends hang out with really bad people, I’m realizing that maybe my friends are no longer the good people they once were
 drink: water  phone call: my father  text message: from a friend  song you listened to: Leisure - Got It Bad  time you cried: watching the funeral scene in Shadowhunters 2x05 because it brought back memories :(
HAVE YOU EVER…
 dated someone twice: no  been cheated on: no  kissed someone and regretted it: no  lost someone special: yes, too many times already :(  been depressed: yeah….  gotten drunk and thrown up: no
LIST 3 FAVOURITE COLOURS:  (dark)purple  grey/silver  orange
IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU…  made new friends: yes, especially while being on tumblr and meeting so many incredible and amazing people <3  fallen out of love: no  laughed until you cried: haha, yes!!!  found out someone was talking about you: no  met someone who changed you: no, but then again, meeting new people always leads to learn new things kinda…  found out who your true friends are: no, I know who they are.  kissed someone on your facebook list: gawd, no!
GENERAL…  how many of your tumblr friends do you know in real life: sadly none yet :(  do you have any pets: no  do you want to change your name: no, not at all. I mean I hated my name back in school but now I just love it a lot.  what did you do for your last birthday: stayed home and cried because my grandma died on that same day…  what time did you wake up: usually around 10.30 a.m.  what were you doing at midnight last night: being on tumblr I suppose, I am that pathetic  name something you cannot wait for: being successful  when was the last time you saw your mother: today  what is one thing you wish you could change about your life: stop procrastinating so damn much  what are you listening to right now: Troye Sivan - The Fault In Our Stars  have you ever talked to a person named tom: no, don’t think so  something that is getting on your nerves: loud noises when I am trying to sleep f.e.  elementary: fun and innocent lol  high school: alright most of the time  college: so-so  hair colour: light brown  long or short hair: long atm, I need a haircut  do you have a crush on someone: no (at least not in real life)  what do you like about yourself?: I am quite determined and I try to be optimistic and make people smile even in the darkest of times.  piercings: no  blood type: I have no idea. *facepalm*  nickname: don’t have one, though Jani calls me Ani :D  relationship status: single  zodiac sign: libra  pronouns: she/her  fav tv show: Shadowhunters at the moment, I am pretty much behind with everything else to name something other  tattoos: no  right or left handed: right
FIRST…  surgery: never had one, thank God  piercing: never got one  best friend: school  sport: running?  vacation: the alps, I think.  pair of trainers: ???
RIGHT NOW…  eating: nothing  drinking: water  i’m about to: finish this fanfic…. I knooooow.  listening to: Sleeping At Last - Saturn  waiting for: my procrastination to end? lol  want: success  get married: not actually on my agenda tbh  career: yeah, talk about getting successful here….
WHICH IS BETTER…  hugs or kisses: hugs, duh! <3  lips or eyes: eyes all the way  shorter or taller: taller  older or younger: older since you get wiser  romantic or spontaneous: romantic, tho I guess both would be good  nice arms or nice stomach: both, but damn….nice arms… fuuuck  sensitive or loud: sensitive  hook up or relationship: relationship  troublemaker or hesitant: maybe a combination of both?
HAVE YOU EVER…  kissed a stranger? no  drank hard liquor? yes  lost glasses/contact lenses? no, if I lose my glasses I would probably run against a wall. lol  turned someone down: yes  sex on first date? no  broken someone’s heart? no  had your own heart broken? yes  been arrested? what? no. lol  cried when someone died? yes…..  fallen for a friend: no
DO YOU BELIEVE IN…  yourself? I try to but it is haaaaard sometimes.  miracles? I’d be a fool if I don’t.  love at first sight? yes  santa claus? no, I am too old for that. lol  kiss on the first date? yes  angels? yes, but more like people watching over us kinda.
OTHER…  current best friend’s name: not saying it  eye colour: blue  favourite movie: Pride & Prejudice 2005, but really, I have so many, I can’t really choose.
Shori: Japanese-style meal. I want to start my day and gain a lot of energy by eating rice. Sou: White rice. Miso soup. Natto. Fried eggs. Wiener sausages. Kento: 50% white rice and 50% brown rice. Fried eggs. Sausages. Consommé soup. Salad. Yogurt. Peppermint herb tea. Fuma: Fried eggs. Marius: French toast.
Q2. It’s 7PM on your day off. How do you spend the evening?
Shori: Watch all my recorded tv shows at once! Sou: I go to a cat cafe. Kento: I clean my room. Fuma: I go for a meal with friends. Marius: Have dinner at disneyland.
Q3. With these things you will be in a good mood →
Shori: Sushi. Sou: Videos of capybaras. Kento: If I have planned to go eat yakiniku at a shabu shabu place, I will be in a good mood. Fuma: Rice. Marius: When I’m with the members ♪
Q4. A member who is naive and easily deceived by lies →
Shori: Matsushima. Sou: Marius-sama. Kento: Kikuchi. Because in his drama he was deceived by Kusanagi-san. Fuma: Matsushima. Marius: Fuma-kun.
Q5. A place far away you would like to go to→
Shori: Asia. Sou: Kyoto. Korea. Kento: Azerbaijan. Fuma: England. Marius: Kyushu! I want to eat ramen.
Q6. A member you would like to consult with→
Shori: Myself. Sou: Shori nii-san. Kento: All four members. Fuma: No one. Marius: Fuma-kun. Because he knows a lot of things.
Q7. One selfish thing you would like to ask for→
Shori: Go to see a concert abroad. Sou: Go to Florida! Kento: I want two stomachs. Fuma: Have a bigger concert venue. Marius: Say selfish things to Sou-chan (laughing).
Q8. A flower you compare yourself to→
Shori: Rose? Sou: Sunflower. Kento: Strelitzia. Fuma: Daisy. (t/n: the kanji is 菊) Marius: Rose. Because it has thorns.
Keep in mind I am not a native speaker therefore there might be mistakes in my translations. Also I’m not exactly translating word for word. Feel free to correct me in my ask box any time you want, I’d appreciate it! I apologize if someone already translated something before me and I didn’t notice, I hope you don’t mind.
“he just left in the middle of an argument” dump him
“he rolls his eyes when I start to cry” dump him
“we never agree on what movie to watch and we always go with his choice” dump him
“when he’s mad he’ll stand up straight and tower over me” dump him
“his friends make me uncomfortable” dump him
“he didn’t appreciate the gift I made him” dump him
“I don’t like that he drinks every day” dump him
“sometimes he ignores what I said during sex unless I say it again” dump him
“he told me he doesn’t like it when I wear my favorite sweater” dump him
“he threw something when he got mad once” dump him
“he won’t yell but sometimes he’ll just stop responding until I stop talking about it” dump him
“he doesn’t want me to go to my friend’s parties without him, but he never wants to go” dump him
“he pouts and says his last girlfriend did it for him” dump him
“he plays pranks on me that I don’t like” dump him
“he doesn’t think my jokes are very funny and makes fun of me for it” dump him
“he wants me to wear more make up” dump him
“he got angry that I cut my hair” dump him
“he still hasn’t met my parents” dump him
“he talks about me giving him kids, but we’ve never talked about our future” dump him
“he whines that condoms don’t feel as good” dump him
“I like having a boyfriend, but I have to put up with a lot for this one” dump him (:
My friends and I met Peter Capaldi and we cried a lot. I talked to him about the ‘tiny tiny Starbucks’ that stood behind where we were watching the filming from. He is such an angel, who got so excited about the TARDIS, pointing to it and going, “look, have you seen it! ” and was genuinely kind, lovely and adorable (even when he did his Malcolm Tucker impression!). Once a whovian, always a whovian. So much love for this man, I’m so blessed to be studying where I am, and hope it see him and Matt Lucas again. Love you millions, Capaldi.
I sometimes wonder about Hippolyta telling Diana “they do not deserve you”
Because - the statement seems so ordinary, when you first hear it. It’s just another badass phrase from the trailers generalizing how the world is bad, and Diana is too good and too young to go out and be trying to protect it.
Then I remember how Hippolyta suffered.
She too was once a hero. She too fought to protect mankind. She was also young, daring and adventurous once.
But she lost.
She lost her sisters, mothers and friends in war. She watched her clan be killed, slaughtered mercilessly and endlessly at the hands of Ares and his soldiers - and this battle must’ve been so traumatizing for her to the point that when she managed to lead the remaining Amazons to victory, she demanded that the gods give her a safe haven, where she and her sisters could live in peace and safety. She swore to protect her Amazon family, and her island allowed for them to live in isolation, while kept safe from the dangers of man.
Zeus granted her a child - and you can imagine Hippolyta’s love and tenderness towards this child, the first child the Amazons had seen in centuries. Hippolyta poured so much heart and tears into raising Diana. Training her to be the best warrior, protecting her, spending time with her as mother and daughter. Watching Diana grow. Braiding her hair. Feeding her by hand, and laughing as she told her daughter stories. Helping Diana hop onto and adjust her saddle when she was old enough to ride a horse. The two of them leaving the rest of the group whilst on hunts, and laughing as they raced each other on horseback through the luscious forests and coasts of Themyscira. Hippolyta watching nervously as Diana shoots her first arrow, and being unable to hide her pride when Diana helps her opponents up to their feet again after knocking them down.
This daughter, this woman is nothing like any other Amazon. Diana is a born warrior and a natural leader at heart, but there is a warmth to her voice and a tender love when she meets with others.
Hippolyta worries for Diana’s innocence.
So when Steve crashes on the island and brings word of war raging through the world, and Ares is the prime suspect, and Hippolyta catches Diana in the act of stealing God-Killer and the Wonder Woman armor, she is heartbroken.
Here is her daughter, the pride of her life, one of the greatest people Hippolyta has ever known - being selfless and brave, just as Hippolyta once was herself. Diana is determined to go out and save the world, she is young, she is innocent - and she will see and face many horrors, horrors that even Hippolyta herself cannot understand.
As any mother would, a huge part of Hippolyta wants Diana to stay home and be safe. Man’s world has betrayed the Amazons before, and Diana is too young and naive to understand. Her only daughter - what if she doesn’t return?
But another part of her understands. Diana has what it takes to be the ambassador between Themyscira and the rest of the world. Diana can’t stay here on this island her entire life - the true test is out there, where danger lies.
Hippolyta willingly gives up her greatest love for the sake of the betterment of mankind. She gives up her only daughter and the future queen to the Amazons to a lost cause, and her beloved child will see pain and torture like no other before.
The phrase “they do not deserve you” carries more weight to Queen Hippolyta than it possibly could to anyone else, and honestly, its so overwhelmingly heartfelt and sad - and this movie is going to be so kickass I could never put it into words.
John at first realised this at a crime scene – naturally,
given their unique lives.
Sherlock was standing over a dead body (but then again, there were few times when he wasn’t). It was the
fourth murder, all of them done in the same way – their throats were ripped
out, and an ‘x’ was written in blood on the wall,
It started to rain down suddenly – no mention of rain in the
weather, or else John would have brought his umbrella – and John put his arms
around himself to keep warm.
“Sherlock,” John said, trying to communicate with his friend
so that they could leave. He was ignored, obviously… not that he was expecting
anything else. A few of the police officers around him were growing impatient
as well, muttering and staring at their watches.
“Sherlock. It is raining and I am freezing, and you probably
are too. You can come back tomorrow.” Once again, he was ignored.
It was pouring down now. John’s hair was sticking down to
his face, and from where he was standing he could see that Sherlock’s curls
were flat and hanging down in his eyes. Something in him couldn’t help but call
“Sherlock!” he called, still trying to get the consulting
He moved closer, and saw that his friend had his eyes
“Great,” he muttered bitterly under his breath, “mind palace
time. We’ll be here all day.”
Sherlock’s hands were clasped together, and if John didn’t
know him better he might have thought that he was praying – given that he did
know Sherlock though, he knew that it wasn’t even a possibility. It was the
gesture he always made while he was thinking especially hard about something in
his mind palace.
His middle finger was almost touching his chin, which, if he
was tired and thought about it enough, was funny to him for reasons he’d
explained to Sherlock before.
All of these were things John had noticed in Sherlock
hundreds of times.
Meanwhile, Sherlock looked like he was in no mood and had no
intentions of leaving, so John walked closer to him.
He was soaking wet, the coat hanging limply around him and
the shirt that had somehow seen the light of day almost see through, and John
would be lying if he said that he didn’t look for a second longer than he
probably should have. John couldn’t understand why all of this wasn’t bothering
him. Then again, there were a lot of things he didn’t understand about
Sherlock, and he was growing used to it.
John sighed and kneeled next to him, making sure not to
accidently destroy any evidence on the body, and waved his hands in front of
He then poked his cheeks, three times. Sherlock still didn’t
move a centimetre, to John’s dismay.
He sighed, and then poked Sherlock in the side.
Poke. Poke. Poke.
Sherlock, at that point, seemed unable to hold it in, and
out came a burst of laughter. John looked at him in amazement, and Sherlock
seemed to realise what it was that he’d done, and blushed.
Some officers looked at him strangely, and then started
muttering amongst themselves.
“So…” Sherlock cleared his throat, “was there something you
wanted?” He was still blushing, his cheeks dusted with red that John for some
reason just wanted to poke even more.
“Um… yeah, it’s raining, I thought we could leave and come
back tomorrow?” Sherlock looked around, as if just noticing that it was
raining. John though that he probably was;
chances were he hadn’t even felt it so deep into his mind palace.
Sherlock cleared his throat again. “Right, yeah. I’ll get us
a cab.” And then he walked off. John raced after him, and watched as a cab
pulled in to where they were standing; how Sherlock always managed to find one
so quickly, John had no idea.
They both climbed in, and Sherlock looked out the window as
John stared right at him.
“So, you’re ticklish?”
John exclaimed. Sherlock stared at him and replied quietly, “No.” and John just
looked at him once again in amazement. And then he reached out again and poked
him sharply in the sides, which prompted another burst of laughter that left a
smile on John’s face.
“Oh, I’m going to have fun with this,” John exclaimed,
leaving Sherlock in horror as he jumped up out of the cab.
It was a few weeks later that he managed to actually have fun with it; Sherlock had
once again, left some thumbs (or were
those toes… John didn’t get close enough to tell) in the fridge, and was
now attempting to solve a case.
John walked up to the detective and put his hands on his
hips, looking straight at him. His eyes were still closed, so John didn’t
bother warning him, and instead reached his hands out around Sherlock’s stomach
and sides, and started tickling him.
At first there was nothing, but soon enough Sherlock was
laughing quietly, which evolved into straight up laughing hysterically. His
eyes were very open now, and John watched as his tall friend managed to curl
himself into a ball, which was absolutely the most adorable thing he had ever seen in his life –
Sherlock was still laughing, but with the position he had
manoeuvred himself into, John was finding it harder to actually get a reaction
out of him.
He adjusted where he was sitting so that he was basically on
top of his best friend and continued to tickle him as he thrashed around, until
their limbs were entangled and John’s face was basically on top of Sherlock’s.
He could feel his erratic breathing on his face, and blushed
as he realised the position the two were in. He went to move away but instead
fell further into the embrace, landing himself less than an inch from
Something inside of John must have just said “screw it” because next thing he knew he
was leaning down and oh my god he was
kissing Sherlock Holmes and it was amazing and everything he had ever hoped for
Sherlock kissed back slowly, and John couldn’t help but
start smiling, and next thing he knew it so was Sherlock, and then both of them
were laughing and neither of them could explain why, and then they were back to
kissing, and John’s hands were running through Sherlock’s hair…
Sherlock broke the kiss and smiled up at him. His grin was
contagious, and soon both of them were just smiling and holding hands and John
couldn’t even think straight, and he was just so amazingly happy.
They stayed that way for a while, until Mrs Hudson walked in
and saw the two of them now cuddling on the couch. She smiled at both of them.
“It’s about time, boys. Any longer and I would have owed
I only have mouth ulcers when
I want to eat oranges.
Even now, as I write this poem I want
To eat oranges.
My friend once wrote a poem
About oranges; the bitter peel of the fruit,
Some memory of her father:
The ash taste, the ash flesh.
Today I met a girl who was not
Sad, or bad, or mad,
She was just
While wearing a funny hat
While speaking with a funny mouth.
At the park we tried to talk
I climbed the jacaranda tree.
In my awkwardness, she seemed to think
I was going to jump.
But I did not
I took my mouth ulcers home
Where I mostly pretend to be English.
At home I watch an English television show,
I eat the thick, white bread,
I only drink teas with milk.
In the next room, my beleaguered father
Falls asleep. He is growing old.
But when I was young, he told me a story
About a boy and a tree full of orange blossoms.
I no longer remember it now, but then,
It made me cry.
And I think life has a way of hitting you a little harder in the morning than it does at night. You see at night, there is this chance of sleep. Of forgetting. Of something better. But in the morning? It all hits you at once, when you realize exactly where things are at, it slams you down into your bed as you watch a recap of all the highlights of the things you were trying to forget.
OMG I knew Katie McGrath was a nerd but I’m now watching interviews of her on youtube and only now am I realizing to what extend her nerdiness goes…
Like, not only she a Star Wars and Star Trek fan but she’s also INCREDIBLY into movies, shows and comics also geeking out because she got to get in and turn on the Batmobile. She fangirls about Game of Thrones at every chance she gets (both books and show)and basically tried to get Natalie Dormer to tell her everything about the show once she got cast (they were already friends when Natalie got cast). She reads a tone of books… She is also a huge Nathan Fillion fan and loved Firefly…
Like, I’m only a couple of interviews in so… there’s most likely more.
And I mean, if this wasn’t enough, she is so incredibly charming… KATIE STOP BEING PERFECT!!!!!!
• You are emotionally and physically affected by scenes in the drama.
• There are times when a drama finishes as well as your life because it was just that good.
• Your friends will think you’re speaking gibberish, but you are actually just repeating your favourite line from last nights episode.
• To my fellas who needs subs to understand everything, we all know that annoying feeling when we think the subbed version has came out already, but in reality it still hasn’t.
• We all plan out what dramas to watch in order depending on what feelings it’ll give you. I end up my day watching WFKBJ once cause The Legend of the Blue Sea’s episode was depressing.
• We will scream our hearts out whenever we see new still cuts or episode scenes from new episode you still haven’t seen.
• We always have a “Need to watch” dramas, but we never get to watch them cause we’re just too attached to the current drama we’re watching.
• We know that after happy scenes that’s been showing for 3 minutes, depressing scenes will come after.
• You’ll find every oppa in each drama you watch hot, and be immediately be married to them. (one of the greatest problem in all human history.) There’s so much oppas to love that it hurts the brain but a pleasure to the heart.
• You cry on each drama OST you hear. Even if it’s a happy song, it just brings so much memories.
• We’ve all had hated the lead females. And how they are so perfect and pretty. Like why Song Hye Kyo?
• You’ll watch specific variety show episodes you’ve never watched just because of your favourite actor/actress being a guess.
• The depressing dramas will affect your life.
• The happy ones will make you smile out of nowhere.
• Lines by oppa are too cringe worthy but yet you still love it.
• We’re all busy, each day new episodes of dramas we watch come out. (Honestly one of the reasons I wake up in the morning. Specially on Mondays just to see Park Seo Joon.)
• You always change your wall paper depending on what oppa you want to see that day.
• Once you’ve become a kdrama addict, there’s no way back.
• Second lead syndrome is just too real.
• Age for an oppa doesn’t matter. They’re all be looking like they’re 26 even though they’re 50 ~.~
One incredible orgasm and I was limp. His wife was playing with my husband’s hard cock. When I saw this I got really turned on. I get it why he likes to watch me with other men. I wanted to watch them now…but that wasn’t going to happen. My husband straddled my face, leaned over and put my arms above me head. His cock instinctively went in my mouth. I felt something cold on my pussy. Turns out it was lube. Our friend once again pushed that monster inside me. My mouth fell open and I’m pretty sure I made some weird sound. There was no “being cool” at that moment. I tried to suck my husband while the other guy continued to stretch my pussy but I kept stopping. It felt like with each long stroke my pussy was so stretched that his cock rubbed my clit continuously. My husband has a big dick but I had never felt this before. My husband moved away and I looked up again at our friend and he asked me very politely, “Can I fuck you now”? I looked for my husband’s approval and he simply nodded yes. My response was a nervous, “OK”.
He pushed my bent knees back towards my head and proceeded to drive himself deep inside me. How the hell I was able to take so much of him inside me must be directly relative to how horny I was. I’ve never experienced anything like this. He started to speed up his strokes and would pound me and then he would tease me and then push all the way inside then tease again and pound again. He must have sensed I was going to come again because he started to grind against my clit while completely inside me. I lost it. I screamed. It wasn’t a controlled or quiet clench. I was loud and convulsing. I grabbed anything I could and held on for dear life. I think I may have blacked out for a second.
Sometimes sex and orgasms give me energy and sometimes they sap all I have. I wanted to give as good as I was getting but it was more than I had to give. I was hoping he had cum but soon realized he hadn’t. I needed a break and wanted to watch them fuck his wife. My pussy was pulsating when his wife got on all fours right over me. Her pussy was right above me when that giant cock slid inside her.
It was an incredible view, if I looked back I saw my husband fucking her mouth just past her swaying tits. Right above me was this beautiful pussy being speared by and equally beautiful cock. I started to rub my clit as I watched this incredible scene front up close. It was a little bit after I started rubbing his balls that he slid his cock out and put it to my mouth. I opened for him and let him fuck my mouth as I stroked his thick shaft. We went back and forth from her pussy to my mouth over and over again. I heard my husband cumming which spawned a furious fucking of her from behind. Within moments a felt a flood of cum shoot all over me. Who cums like this? It’s was endless. I wasn’t sure what to do until the wife started licking it off me and then kissed me right on the mouth. What an introduction to the Hotwife thing. *I remind you that I am pretty tame normally. This was mind blowing to me…at the time.
This is going to be a spoiler free
review, so I won’t be able to go into too much detail, but let me
give you a short preview of what I feel about the movie: It was
utterly and undeniably magical!
I just left the cinema and instantly
made my way home and to my laptop to write all this down so I would
not forget a single thing I wanted to share with you guys, because
let me tell you there is so much to say about this movie and all of
it is good. Over the past couple of weeks I have seen so much
negativity surround this movie, so many people threatening to boycott
yet another movie they haven’t seen on the sheer basis that a
character was supposedly gay and once more mistreated for it.
I write this to share with everyone
willing to read just what an amazing experience it was watching this
movie. I want to preface the following review by saying that both my
best friend and I are not overly emotional people. Neither of us cry
at the drop of a pin, especially not in the cinema. Yet in the matter
of ten minutes both me and my friend had our first tears in our eyes.
I say first, because the movie takes you on quite the emotional ride
and it is magnificent. Now, I’m no professional, but I’d consider my
opinion rather objective and trustworthy. Of course, I’d suggest you
go see the movie yourself nevertheless.
Let me begin with the basics such as
scenery, music and cast. The scenery was quite literally
breathtaking. The second Emma Watson stepped out of her little home
in that little village of France you are there with Belle. I had the
pleasure to watch the movie in 3D IMAX and it was absolutely worth
it. I’d recommend for anyone to pay those extra bucks, because I feel
it really added to the tone of the movie.
While the CGI was certainly visible at
times and slightly over the top for my taste here and there the
overall feel of the movie is not damaged by it at all. Wherever the
movie takes you, it seems real despite of it. The camera work is to
thank for it as well, as it really helps to set a specific tone. All
in all the movie does great in making you feel a certain emotion at
the appropriate time by using all the means they are given to do so;
including the sets and the way the camera is handled.
music and especially the musical numbers were quite mesmerizing.
Amongst the familiar classics like Beauty and the Beast itself the
movie offered some new pieces as well. Especially one towards the end
– sung by Dan Stevens as the Beast – caught my attention and
heart in particular. They use the songs not only to entertain, but
also to convey emotions and a deep insight into the characters
themselves. Some performances I liked better than others – I was
disappointed by the audible autotune used on Emma Watson herself –
but overall the numbers were all equally entertaining.
the cast I have to admit I had my doubts. I was especially worried
about Josh Gad as Le Fou as I’ve gotten to know him as a pretty poor
comedic actor. I say poor as most jokes are at the expense of him and
his weight rather than made by him. After watching the movie I can
say that I could not be more pleased with the casting, even Josh Gad.
I was honestly surprised as to how well he handled the role and happy
to see him take on a more serious side. Of course he was still funny,
but this time the humour wasn’t at his expense, but rather due to his
wit and clever sarcasm.
Now I want to tackle the characters,
specifically taking the accusations into account, and talk about how
the movie performs in comparison to the old classic we all know and
love. While a lot of the original story has remained untouched and
recognizable, there still have been quite a few tweaks and they were
for the better. They made the story more understandable, the
characters more memorable and real. I am happy to note that the
characters are granted a new depth they were lacking in the original.
Thanks to that the story is much better fitting for our time, age and
Gaston I was especially pleased with,
for multiple reasons. Towards the beginning of the movie I found him
to be rather charming which was a clever move to make. It only made
him seem worse when finally his facade dropped later on the movie. It
makes you truly detest his character and therefor the movie managed
to create a good villain in him. Despite being the bad guy, however,
his relationship towards Le Fou is in no way hateful. In fact, their
friendship is one I considered to be one of the most interesting in
the entire movie!
As for Le Fou, I dare say he was one of my
favourite characters. Contrary to his original counterpart he is in
no way a fool. In fact, he is the one keeping Gaston in check,
knowing his best friends behaviour, trying to keep him in line while
simultaneously taking his jabs and making fun of him as well.
Compared to the original, their relationship is much more equal and
lighthearted. Gaston is still the dreamy guy everyone is into, but he
doesn’t treat Le Fou as a peace of shit for it. In fact, despite his
obviously homoerotic undertones, even towards Gaston, the latter
never once ridicules him for it. Not only that, but Le Fou undergoes
great character growth over the course of the movie and it was a
pleasure to watch.
As for the Beauty and the Beast
themselves, there is not too much to say. The characters themselves
weren’t changed too much and yet there was still a fresh air about
them. It’s hard to explain without giving too much away. However, I
can say that both of them are obviously flawed and both of them
undergo a growth as well. Not only the Beast but Belle too. Instead
of brushing their flaws off once the plots wants them to be in love
they are openly addressed and worked on. Both parties realize their
mistakes and even admit to them. It certainly was a nice, little
change and I happily watched their relationship develop step by step.
As for a direct comparison of the
original to the new one I can say without doubt and guilt that the
new movie is better. A lot of the flaws of the original – whether
due to ignorance or because of the time it was created it – were
taken care off in this movie. The Stockholm Syndrome people accuse
the original of is handled better and I say this with a particular
conversation in mind that directly addresses the issue of freedom
there is for Belle. The movie also works much better in establishing
the character, their relationships and especially their pasts. You
get to know more about Belle and the Beast that give you a better
insight into them and explain, to a certain extend, why their
relationship develops the way it does.
So, in conclusion, the movie does great
in sweeping you away into a beautiful, magical world. It has a great
tone, the music is catchy, the scenery is breathtaking and it hits
home in just the right places. While the original was beautiful and
unique to experience and is an irreplaceable part of many childhoods,
it was extremely flawed. While it isn’t to say that this version is
not flawed – it undeniably is – the new Beauty and the Beast
managed to give you nostalgia without making the same mistakes as its
predecessor. It adds a new depth and strength to our already beloved
characters that make me happy in the sense of knowing that another
generation will grow up with a better version of our childhood
“Are you just gonna fuck him already?” You almost spit out your morning coffee at Tae’s sudden and unexpected bluntness. You set the white mug down, splashing out more of the dark substance inside.
“Jesus Tae what the fuck.” You wiped your mouth while mumbling at the boy. He only shrugged.
“I mean come on. You’re so wet for this guy it’s painful to watch.” You cleaned the marble counter with the few napkins you found nearby. “Why’s it any of your concern anyways?” You grumbled, unamused at your roommate.
You had crushed on the popular, incredibly talented, and insanely hot dancer since your first year of high school. He had just moved to your school that year, immediately making friends. He was friends with all your friends, yet never once spoke to you. Not until graduation day when something strange had happened.
Your best friend had grown close to him in the years. Graduation day she wanted a picture with all of her closest friends, including you and Hoseok.
Everyone wrapped an arm around the one next to them’s shoulders. Hoseok’s right arm slung across the top of your back, fingertips resting on your right shoulder just as your left arm was doing to him.
He leaned over whispering, “You look really nice in that dress.” With a subtle smirk just before the photo was taken. Leaving you with a surprised look forever captured on the film.
“For fucks sake you went to high school with the dude. And now you’re in college. You’d think you would’ve hopped on his dick by now.”
“I don’t just wanna ride him.” You countered while rolling your eyes at the blonde boy. You slid off the bar stool, leaving the counter behind. “You’re so shallow Taehyung.” You shouted behind, heading down the narrow hall towards your bedroom.
You kicked the white wooden door closed behind you before falling onto the purple bed. Small particles of dust flew up as the sheets moved from your force. You watched as the dust swirled around the single beam of light coming from a window.
You sighed wondering if Tae was right. Were you being too cautious? Too scared? Was it really that big of a deal? Couldn’t you just go up and talk to him?
Final year of high school, that questionable graduation day, you thought nothing more of Hoseok’s comment. A pretty, popular, fuck boy trying to get another lay. You weren’t ugly. You knew that. Yet somehow, you never felt enough for Jung Hoseok.
You shook your head, clearing any thoughts your dumb roommate put into your head.
“He doesn’t like you, (Y/N) he’s just a player. Forget him. You can do it.” You repeated to yourself in your mind.
The following day you walked down the campus pathway, cold air hitting your skin. Your hot breath escaped. The smoky patterns formed in front of you and dissipated as you walked through them.
Tae followed beside you. His strides were larger than yours, you struggling to keep with him. “Jesus Tae slow down we’re not late.” He only scoffed at you. “Don’t you wanna have time to say hello to your lover?”
Your hands clenched into fists at your sides. You opted for gripping your bookbag straps instead. “I’m gonna fucking slap you, you piece of shit.” He skipped ahead of you slightly, spinning around to face you.
“A hot piece of shit though.” He teased with a wink. He continued skipping backwards to the main entrance. He mocked you the whole path up.
“Oh Hoseok!” He moaned in a high pitched voice. “Oh god yes please Hoseok! Deeper! Deeper!” He mocked your voice, failing miserably.
You only rolled your eyes harder and harder each time as you walked to the doors. Many times your finger flew to your lips, in attempt to quiet your roommate. Too many people begun staring in the short walk.
“Oh yes ple-” “(Y/N)!” Tae suddenly covered his mouth with his hands as Hoseok yelled your name from a distance. He tried his hardest to hold in his giggles, turning away from you and the approaching boy.
“Uh hey Hobi. What’s up?” You greeted, nervously rubbing your bag straps. Your arched back and forth slightly on your toes. He bounced in front of you while coming to a harsh stop. His orange dyed hair bounced with him.
“Hey (Y/N). Jin-Hyung is having a party this weekend. Wanna come with me?” He asked, referring to the elder. Kim Seokjin, infamous pretty boy, known for his parties. Even though “his” parties were always taken over by his close friend, Kim Namjoon. Infamous genius, with a bad boy persona.
Funny how all these people worked in cliché ways, like a typical high school. But this was college. A musical arts college.
You, the composing major. Your roommate Taehyung, the vocal major. Your crush, Jung Hoseok, the dance performing major.
“It’s a couple’s masquerade thing. Jin-Hyung told me to find someone.” He laughed nervously towards the end of his sentence. His hand stretched up to his neck, rubbing its back nervously while he looked at the floor.
“Uh. Yeah. Yeah sure.” You said, just as nervous as he appeared to be. You looked also. “I-I don’t have a mask though. Or..anything dressy for that matter.”
Hoseok suddenly bounced up, his excited state returning. He grabbed your shoulders tightly. “Oh don’t worry about that! I’m sure I could find something in the costumes for he dance sets.” He assured with a wink.
After Hoseok left, you were greeted by a smug Taehyung.
“Oh shut up you piece of shit.” You swatted Tae back with the magazine currently in your hand. He backed off the couch, rolling and falling onto the floor.
He held his sides, giggling as you continued your relentless attack. The magazine swatted at his cheeks, his hair, his arms, his chest. You took the open opportunity to swat his neck when he turned to avoid your chest-smacks.
His neck quickly swelled at the pressure. Tae immediately stood up, face twisted in pain. He gripped his neck while moaning. “Ow fuck (Y/N) what was that for?” He removed his hand from his injured neck, a large red spot appearing before your eyes. You gasped at the mark.
“S-Sorry Tae.” You said with your hand over you mouth. You tried not giggling at his apparent frustration. You feigned sympathy.
You sat trying to contain your giggles, before you realized what was happening.
The pair of much larger hands were suddenly latched onto your hips. The sweet and sexy scent of the blonde man right in your face. The light hairs tickled your cheeks. His lips were suddenly attached to your neck as you tilted sideways, confused at the sudden onslaught.
He sucked harshly. Pulling at your flesh hard, leaving dark purple marks that went deep. He playfully bit them, adding to the pain. Then licked them, as a silent apology. The attack continued up from your collar bone to the underneath of your jaw.
“Oh Tae.” You moaned in a whispering tone. Your voice had completely gone. Your hands flew to his hair, searching purchase in the soft, blonde locks. You rubbed circles in the strands as his mouth continued assaulting your neck. The intensity of the bites never let up.
You bit your bottom lip as he pulled away. You moaned in silent pleasure feeling his breath ghost against your cheek. He rested his forehead onto yours.
“Only fair.” He breathed, breath gone as well. “Now your neck has marks too.” He said mockingly. You scoffed, hinted with laugh. “That was… hot.” You whispered against him. He only smirked.
“Didn’t know you had a thing for me (Y/N).” Slight giggles escaped you both. “I could say the same for you.”
“Can I fuck you?”
“Tae!” You screamed at his unexpected bluntness. The boy never ran out of it.
“Can I or not because you look so hot.” You didn’t even realize how he was referring to your messed hair from the previous fight. And your oversized black shirt that covered your shorts, making you appear as if you weren’t wearing any pants.
You stuttered for moments, at a loss to find the right words. He simply pointed down to his crotch, impatient. The tent in his sweatpants easily visible. “If not I need to take care of this.”
Without even answering, still at a loss for words, you pushed Taehyung back by the shoulders. His back hit the floor, large hands coming up to meet your hips as you straddled him.
With each knee on different sides of Taehyung’s torso, you bent down catching his lips in a kiss.
As how unexpected this was, it felt so good. So normal and so okay.
You relished in the pleasure of his soft lips as he moved them against you. His tongue swiped against your bottom lip, asking for access. You easily granted permission. You opened your mouth slightly as his tongue slid inside. He discovered all the places inside your mouth, tongues battling each other as you fought for some dominance. His tongue, however, easily won.
Instead you opted to your hips, rolling them against his erection. He hissed into your mouth, whilst bucking his hips up into your own.
You continued, grinding at a painfully slow back and forth motion. He gripped your hair, pulling your head backwards. “Fuck, (Y/N).” His teeth bit into your bottom lip.
You retracted, leaving his mouth empty. He held a firm grip on your hips while you pulled the black cotton fabric over your head. Your hands lifted the hem of your large, black shirt. You pulled it over you slowly and dramatically, teasing Taehyung further.
His hands tightened on your hips as the fabric was discarded somewhere in the room. Next, you reached behind your back, searching for the hook of your bra. His expression grew sly as the black-laced fabric fell off your shoulders. It also was discarded somewhere within the room.
Taehyung leaned up. His arms wrapped behind your back, keeping you stable in front of him. He leaned his face down, level with your breasts. You continued to straddle him.
He took one of your nipples into his mouth, the hardened bud sensitive to his hot breath. He gripped it softly between his teeth, moving it around ever so slightly. He tugged it, causing the perfect amount of pain as he bit and pulled. And the sweet moans pouring from your mouth were only fuel to Taehyung.
He released the pink bud, only to swirl his tongue around it. Meanwhile, his other hand moved to your neglected breast. He began kneading it, also continuing to lick and suck the other.
You shifted your hips ever so slightly for the much needed friction. You could feel Tae growing harder beneath you. “Taehyung-Ah.” You moaned, drawing out your syllables sloppily. The sensations and pleasure proving all too much. Disorienting you.
He released both breasts. Only to grab under the hem of his own black skirt. He lifted the snugly fit, V-neck over his head. His blonde locks spilled out as the shirt was taken off.
A third garment, discarded somewhere unknown.
He smirked, pleased at your reaction. You starred at his chest. His sculpted pecs and abs, flexing as he moved. His body was hotter than you imagined.
In all the time you roomed with Taehyung, you never saw him shirtless once. You assumed men were just naturally made to always have their shirts off. You expected a half naked Tae roaming your dorm normally. However, it was quiet the opposite. He never was around without full clothing. Shirt, pants (always full pants, hardly ever shorts) and socks. Taehyung hated his feet cold.
But you never denied Tae’s looks. Of course he was beautiful, more than you thought of yourself. He was so hot and always so kind. “What a perfect guy.” You thought after the first week of living with him. That is, until you discovered his annoying child-like side. The side that had teased you no more than minutes ago about your “lover”, Hoseok.
As of right now, however, he was no child.
His hooded eyes were dark and full of lust as he looked up at you. You pulled his hair roughly, the blonde violently tugged between your fingers. You slammed your lips onto his. He again easily dominated your mouth, hands now roaming up your bare sides.
Your naked chests pressed together as you passionately kissed. His hands traveled up further, snaking up your sides to your breasts. He softly kneaded them, occasionally pinching your nipples between two fingers.
“Are you gonna take me on the floor?” You asked, a mixed laugh and breathy moan. Taehyung replied by standing quickly, grabbing under your arms to lift you with him.
Your legs wrapped around his waist as he carried you down the hall of your shared dorm. He stopped at the first door, his bedroom, and kicked the door open.
Your back suddenly hit the soft surface of the mattress as he threw you down. He leaned over you, dark eyes staring into yours. His hands rested on the top of your pants rather than your chest. He hooked his finger under the seam, tugging it slowly.
He looked up at you, asking silently for permission. You nodded, unbuttoning the denim your self. The pants released their tight tension against your waist as they were unbuttoned. You laid back, sighing in anticipation as Taehyung began pulling them off.
The pants were thrown onto the floor, adding to the collection. The other clothes, however, lost in the other room.
He positioned himself in between your legs. You spread them slightly, opening your clothed womanhood to him.
Taehyung placed small butterfly kisses up your thighs. He held one leg in his hands, placing the open mouthed kisses from your knee to just near your panties. His lips ghosted over your slit as he moved to the other leg. You gasped at the contact, raising your hips and arching your back.
One of Taehyung’s hands flew up to your hips. He held them down harshly. “Be good and don’t move for me, princess.” He demanded nicely before returning to his task at hand.
He kissed your other thigh. This time painfully slower than the other.
He finally made it back to your clothed heat, blowing his hot breath against it. “Tae please…stop teasing.” You whined, hands reaching for purchase in his blonde hairs. “Whatever you want, princess.”
He quickly removed your matching (before the bra was rudely discarded) black laced panties. He continued to breathe against your heat, the hot of his breath painfully pleasuring. You attempted to close your thighs, naturally and subconsciously wanting the much needed friction.
He started slowly, given kitten licks to your core. The small licks provided little relief to your swollen clit. You moaned loudly, pulling roughly at his hairs. “Tae.” You complained.
He responded by wrapping his lips around your clit. He began sucking harshly, leaving little room for you to gather your composure. His lips sucked roughly as he groaned against you. The vibrations adding to the almost painful stimulation.
“T-Tae. Tae..too much.” You hopelessly gasped for mercy as he continued his onslaught. His tongue slid along your slit as he sucked on the sore muscle. His groans became louder and louder, the vibrations heavier.
“Ah! Tae!” You screamed out. You raised a hand from his hair to cover your mouth just as he threatened. “Don’t cover up your moans or I’ll punish you.”
You obliged, nodding in fear as your hand dropped back to his locks. He continued on your core, changing his pace, but not relenting.
He turned to long, slow, flat licks against your clit. Meanwhile, two fingers entered you slowly. He pumped them in and out. The painfully slow pace causing you to burn his scalp. “You’re so wet for me, (Y/N).” He teased. His fingers went deeper, slightly curling upwards. He searched for your spot while, again, humming against your clit.
You moaned the loudest yet as he curled his fingers, hitting your walls. You absently played with his hair as you began seeing stars behind your tightly closed eyes.
His fingers increased their pace. They curled up, searching every space of your walls. They pumped in and out of yourself quicker. They dove deeper. All while you laid, a moaning mess pulling relentlessly at Taehyung’s hair.
You walls suddenly clenched and tightened around Tae’s fingers. He knew you were close, increasing his thrusts. “Don’t come unless I say so.” He warned, dark eyes looking straight up at you. You stared back, afraid of looking away.
His fingers kept their fast pace. He continued curling, still searching for the special spot that drove you crazy. His lips no longer assaulted your clit, as he raised his head to make direct eye contact with you.
Suddenly, the tips of his fingers brushed up ever so lightly against that certain spot. Your back arched high, despite his one hand still holding your hips. The power of sensations from your g-spot overtook his hand’s power.
You moaned out loudly, pulling Tae’s head up with the rest of your body. “Ah-Ahh fuck!” You cursed.
Tae smirked, staring at writhing figure knowing he had found what he was looking for.
He returned to the spot. He relentlessly thrusted into you, brushing roughly against the spot each time. Your breathing increased and your moans grew louder. It became increasingly difficult to hold back the heat pooling in your stomach. You so badly wanted your release.
Your walls tightened even more as your orgasm was right on the edge. “Tae please.” You begged, knowing you wouldn’t last longer.
He said nothing, however. Only continuing his attack on your weakness.
In seconds you were seeing white, your release hitting you unexpectedly. Your eyes twisted shut as your walls closed around his fingers. Your came against them, your juices running down them.
Tae pulled out, a dangerous look in his eyes you didn’t see, your eyes still screwed shut.
He climbed on the bed, crawling over your heavily breathing figure. His unsoiled hand gripped your chin and pulled your face up to meet his. You opened your eyes as he suddenly faced you in close proximity. His eyes were dark and hooded with lust.
“I told you not come.” He reminded in a dark tone. You shrunk back against the bed, your head pushing into the pillows.
He took one of his two soiled fingers into his mouth. He sucked on it, making explicit sounds. His eyes teasing you while he did. He pulled it out of his mouth slowly. A string of saliva connected his mouth to the finger as he did. “Mmm.” He moaned. “You taste so good.” You only watched as he licked his lips before you.
He shoved his finger into your slightly parted mouth before you even registered what he had said. You took his finger into your mouth, surprised.
He moaned watching you suck on his digit, whilst tasting yourself. You licked up and down his long finger as you eyed him sexily. You swirled around the tip of his finger suggestively. He inhaled sharply at the sight.
He quickly removed his finger, the building pressure in his pants finally too much.
Taehyung backed off the bed. He stood at its edge, removing his sweatpants. They were pulled off in one swift move. They pooled around his ankles as he reached to throw them, discarding them with all other clothing items.
You were surprised to find him naked under the pants. “Commando huh?” You asked in a smug tone, your lips curling into a mocking smirk.
He only looked at you innocently. “Whatever works.”
He stood in front of you, completely naked. His toned chest and sculpted abs enough to have you dripping between your legs. His waist slowly descended into a v-line, his hips looking so delicious. You admired his figure as he stood. His now revealed cock, stood tall and proud against his stomach. The pink flesh of his tip gleaming, dripping with pre-cum.
He slowly moved towards your waiting self. He hovered over you, arms placed on either side of your head, resting on his elbows. You looked up at him, anticipating.
“You’re sure this is okay right?” He asked. His sudden nervous and goofy side showing through. You only giggled slightly while nodding. “Please for the love of god Tae, fuck me. I need you.” You pleaded, desperate to feel him inside you. The much needed friction and pain had returned to your core.
You guided his cock to your entrance while his arms remained at the sides of your head, stabilizing himself. His tip brushed against your entrance ever so slightly. You closed your eyes, moaning lightly. Taehyung grunted at the sight beneath him.
You pushed him in slightly yourself, allowing him to find where he was going. Once adjusted, he thrust inside quickly. Your hands moved to Tae’s back, gripping him roughly. You moaned as he filled you up, stretching you out perfectly.
“Move.” You demanded desperately. Taehyung responded, pulling his hips back. He pulled out of you almost completely (and so slowly), before slamming back into you at full force. His hips hit yours, the sound of skin slapping echoing in the room.
“Fuck Tae!” You screamed out at the sudden force.
He continued this pace, pulling out so painfully slow before thrusting back inside hard, and what seemed like deeper than the previous thrust.
“Ah Tae please. Faster.” You begged, your moans small and weak as your voice failed you. “And I told you not to come earlier.” You sighed, head falling back against the pillows. You knew he wasn’t going to relent on his painful pace.
He latched his lips to your neck as your head turned to the side. Your eyes closed shut, reveling in the pleasure. His lips sucked as harsh as they had earlier, returning your mind to the start of this all.
He left deep, dark marks as his hips thirsted in and out of you. His slow pace started to pick up, himself getting frustrated.
You began thrusting your hips down on him, looking for any extra force. You moaned louder and louder as his thrusts became quicker and quicker, sloppier and sloppier. He chased his own release.
The familiar feeling returned to your stomach as his pace had now reached acceptable standards. You moaned out, fingers digging into Taehyung’s back.
Red marks that slowly welled up began forming on his broad back. The marks stung as your fingers left them, the cool air hitting his back.
You tightened once again around Taehyung, you orgasm rapidly approaching. “Ah-ah fuck T-Taehyung.. I’m close.” You warned, your body beginning to shake.
He thrusted harder into you trying to bring you closer. One hand removed from the side of your head down to your hips. He rubbed small circles with his thumb against your clit. The double sensation almost sending you over the edge right then. “It’s okay.” He grunted. “Come for me baby.”
His thrusts became sloppier as his high neared as well.
He pushed down harder, the force on your clit increasing. Second later you were seeing stars again as your high hit you. You tightened around Taehyung, your walls clenching in pleasure. You gasped out, ripping into the smooth flesh of his back. “Ah ah f-fuck.” You drew out the words. You barely could produce any sounds other than moans, gasps, strings of curse words, and Taehyung’s name.
Which sounded delicious to him rolling off your lips in such a sweet tone.
Your high came to an end as Tae helped you ride it out.
He continued pounding into you as he still looked for his own release. The overstimulation began kicking in. You writhed under him in a painful and pleasurable mix. “Agh Tae, fuck!” You gasped as he brushed against your overly sensitive g-spot.
With a few more sloppy and quick thrusts, Taehyung reached his high, coming undone inside of you.
He sat still, shaking slightly as the pleasure washed over his body. The white, hot ribbons spilling inside you. You shuddered at the feeling.
Your hands slowly slid down his toned arms. He, also slowly, pulled out of you before falling next to you. You both panted, exhausted. The sweat on both bodies gleamed against the sunlight pouring into the room.
“Yea.” You smirked.
“I have an idea.” You stated. The television blinked in front of you, the rest of the shared living room dark. Taehyung turned his attention from the screen to you.
“What?” He simply asked, unaware of your dirty intentions.