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Not Safe (C.H)

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warnings: cussing, mention of religion

A.N: i’m not christian so i’m sorry if any of what i say is offensive,, im trying not to mention as much religion…

His hands started to give out from holding his weight up for so long, so he hovered above on his elbows for support. That deepened the kiss. Tongue was everywhere, you wouldn’t even know what the goal was with this tongue. His crotch brushed against hers, a slight tough but enough to make him moan her name ever so loudly into her neck.

“Oh, Y/N,” he sighed into her neck. He placed small kisses on her neck and on her shoulder, moving back up to her neck. He was having the time of his life. As for her, she stared up at the ceiling. In lust? In desperation? Was she grabbing onto his shirt, desperate for a deeper touch? No. She stared at the ceiling, her eyes filled with boredom, her breathing stable, her body stiff as wood. The routine was simple and the same. Her five year long boyfriend would come over for steak and mashed potatoes for dinner with her parents, sometimes it was with mac and cheese when her mom felt adventurous! Then they’d go up to her room for their 7-8 study session, only to turn into an intense make out session. Or an intense make out session for him. But it never ended with sex. The Lord would not approve of premarital sex. Please do not break the routine.

He let out a grunt and placed one last kiss to her collarbone, letting out a deep sigh. He lifted his head above hers and touched their noses, rubbing his tip against hers. “God, I want to marry you,” he sighed. His eyes were still closed in lust as he savored her smell, the taste of her. Her eyes were wide open, her lips forming a fake smile to show him she was just as enthusiastic as he was. His eyes opened to meet hers and he returned a bigger smile to her. He kissed the tip of her nose and slowly made his way off of her, letting out a loud groan as he made his way up. He sat back on the bed and watched as she made her way up as well, her hair just slightly messed up from the slight head movements on the pillow, her lips glistening from spit and chap stick. Their eyes met and his smile turned into a smirk, proud of his work of art. She placed her hands in her lap and returned a small smile. He furrowed his eyebrows and reached up to move a strand of hair away from her face.

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anonymous asked:

Give me sexting tips PLEASE I have no idea what I'm doing or what to say

okay so.

Step One: Starting The Mood

usually when i want to start things up, i send my man pics. not full on nudes though, just something to tease him to get him excited. something like a lace bra/bralette or cleavage or whatever you’d like.
if you’re not comfortable with pictures, maybe get his attention by calling him daddy (or whatever name he’s into , if any) or sending sexual vine emojis (🐱💦🍑😇🤤 are my favs). hint at something sexual like sitting on his lap or something like that. if he’s not in the mood pls don’t pressure him though!!!


Step Two: What To Do When You’re Both In The Mood

tell him what you want. be freaky. get wild. tell him what position you want to be in when you do certain activities, tell him what you’d do to him (in hella detail), ask him what he’d do to you.
tell him how wet you are and how bad you want him and worship his dick or him in general. if you’re like me and submissive, beg for pictures of his dick or print or beg for him to fuck you or go down on you when you see him again. if you’re not submissive, tell him how it is. tell him you make the rules this time. tell him how you’d ride his dick and make him cum so hard his soul will have to go on vacation.
Also, this is prime time to send pictures (only if you’re comfortable!!!). i send pictures of myself in cute bralettes or sexy undies or bare things too. i send vids of playing w my own tits (that gets him hella) and some of playing with my 🐱, but that’s a really sensitive thing to do so if you’re not 110% confident with sending those then don’t!! a huge part of sexting successfully is both of you being confident and comfortable.

BONUS: Tips On Taking Pictures/Nudes

- when taking booty pics, to make it look more plump, make sure your camera is below your booty

- sitting on your feet make ya booty look bigger too

- avoid arching your back or arching too far because it’ll look dumb (no offense)

- if your face is in it, bite your lip softly or smile devilishly

- if you’re not dating/trust the person with your life i wouldn’t send nudes with your face in them. just to protect yourself. just a recommendation.

- don’t send anything you’re embarrassed of. you should feel good doing this!!

- squeezing your biceps to your side tit on both sides make your cleavage look a bit bigger

- popping one leg up and turning your backside a bit towards the mirror makes your booty look bigger too !!

i really hope this helps you (or anyone else)!! if you need anything else let me know ☀️

Fish....or cut bait!

Been an interesting couple of weeks, hasn’t it?   I’ve been around, just a bit too busy to comment with football season right around the corner, I do have a day job after all.  Yet with folks acting the fool all over the place I do think it’s time for another PR lesson.

I don’t know who’s running the PR show at Outlander – I have an idea – but I do know one thing, they’re floundering and it’s not completely their fault.   Mr. Heughan told on himself the other day with his statement in that lovely little interview.

“Say yes to everything.”  

It’s a studio’s and agent’s dream.  It’s PR nightmare, but it can be managed if you’re smart about it…which I’m afraid the Starz PR team is not!  I have a theory about what’s going on with the Starz/Lionsgate/Sam/Cait mess so let me explain.

First off…. let me tell you what I’ve been doing -the Falcon’s first pre-season game is the 10th so I’ve been setting the talking points for all the upcoming interviews.  That’s right, even at a sports level the interviewers are told what they can and cannot talk to the players about.  What does that tell you?   It tells you that if an interviewer asked whether Sam or Cat were together it was because they were told too by Starz PR, pure and simple!   PR sets the narrative, so with that in mind, let’s look at what PR is trying to tell us.

PR wants us to know that Sam and Cait are “obviously” not together and to bring home that point they have Sam and Cait state emphatically in interviews that they aren’t together (pay no attention to their co-stars who have trouble keeping straight faces through all this) and they trot out the blonde in a couple of scenarios so staged her ex-boyfriend found it necessary to throw a little shade.

Now my mind immediately goes to the “why” of them setting this narrative.  Why do they want us to think Sam’s hooked up with a 28-year-old blonde that really does nothing for him but make me roll my eyes at his taste in women?  Could this narrative be simply because Sam’s in love?   Nah, don’t buy that for a second.  Sure, Sam posted a pic on Instagram, but did he tag MM?  Has he ever?  Did he call her by name?  Has he ever, once indicated he has a girlfriend or significant other while avowing he and Cait are just pals?  A Little tip here people, if you’re going to try to sell this gal to me as his amore, for the love of God get some body language tips from somebody!  And don’t use Hargrave, that’s who HiddleSwift used and they were about as believable as a tutu on a crocodile.  Oh, and my favorite part, we had those lovely posed pics but the one candid shot had Sam on one side of the helicopter and her on the other and we’re supposed to believe it was because of weight distribution….um okay.  Add to that mentions that his brother was originally supposed to accompany him on this outing and the fact that Sam and MM are both represented by the same agent doesn’t help sell the “love” to me either.  But seriously they could be dating, who knows…they just don’t sell it too well if they are!

Okay, rant over, back to my theory.    So why the push of this narrative?  Let’s look at what’s going on in Sam’s life now.

The new movie. Let’s not pretend for a second that Sam’s part in this movie isn’t due to the Starz/Lionsgate connection – I’m not that dumb – are you?   And I’m not so dumb that I don’t think Lionsgate doesn’t realize what star potential they have in the boy, but here’s the problem. Outlander, while having a worldwide MASSIVE fan base, has a fan base of women who are mostly over the age of 35. To make Sam the star they want him to be, he’s got to appeal to a younger audience (18-35) as well and with Jamie and Claire aging in the show…it’s a dilemma - at least to the middle-aged male idiots that run things.   They can’t change Outlander and have Jamie run off after some younger woman (and not risk getting tarred and feathered) so they change the personal.  They concentrate on the shallow – his looks and his physique.  They insist that Sam “obviously” couldn’t be with a beautiful, intelligent, successful, woman nearing forty (whether they actually are or not, they can’t even allow the perception).   No way! (It makes me wonder, is that what caused Cait’s attitude - not her ire at fans, but at the underlying reason for having to make the remarks in the first place?)

See, I think it’s a battle of wills between Lionsgate and Starz when it comes to PR, Lionsgate wanting to quash the Sam/Cait rumors so they can push the Sam agenda and try to appeal to the younger crowd.  NOT a good move in my opinion – especially when the movie is just filming – way too early for such a move.  

Starz had it right in the beginning, play off Sam/Caits’ natural chemistry.  Are Jamie and Clair such a timeless tale of romance that even your actors even fell under its power?  The problem now is fans – even though they say they don’t – relate the actors to the roles.  Sam pulling away from Outlander will be emotionally perceived as Jamie pulling away from Claire – and it will hurt them, it already has – why do you think we’re getting all these spoiler pics.  It’s like when you’re fishing, you put bait on your hook and if you don’t get any fish…you keep throwing out more bait.  Right now, Starz is throwing out bait.  The less fish they get…the bigger the bait.  Problem is, they haven’t figured out just what kind of bait they need yet.

Remember last time I told you silence was golden.   Well for actors and shows it’s the kiss of death…if you want Starz - this time Lionsgate as well -to change its bait, stop eating what you don’t like.  You don’t like seeing Sam/MM…please for the love of heaven quit putting those nasty comments on her Instagram, you may think you’re hurting her but all you’re doing is raising her Q-score.  IGNORE her, and if you want to send Sam a message about her, ignore him anytime she posts a picture insinuating she’s with him.  Shower the show with love, go quiet on Sam.   Shower Cait with love, pretend MM doesn’t exist.  And let me be clear when I say ignore, I mean be quiet, don’t say her name, don’t comment on her blog, don ‘t check her twitter or her instagram, behave like you did before we knew who she was!  When the show throws you bait you like, eat it loudly – ignore what you don’t like.  And trust me, all the social media numbers are checked on a daily basis, probably twice a day I would guess, morning and afternoon.     

What would I do, if I had the com so to speak?  (a little Star Trek reference in case you know who gets a hold of this blog). First off, a certain blonde would fade into the wood work.  Sam interacting with younger males in the workout and sports area would go farther in endearing him to younger women than dating a quasi-child.  I’d go with attendance at lots of football games in the company of 20-something males and females and an appearance at the World Series.  A sighting of Cait visiting Sam in Budapest – or wherever else he’s filming the movie…. maybe a picture that may or may not be her. Then . just before the Outlander premiere…. a fan picture, fuzzy but one you can just make out of the two of them in an embrace….NO more comments of their personal lives period and let people think what they will!

….and that’s why they pay me the big bucks.

April 2017

This is a compilation of fics that I’ve read/re-read over the past month. Faves get a star ( ★ ). There is also a separate fic rec page for my favorites here and a fic rec sorter here, if you’d like to check those out. :)

MONTH: April, 2017 | (older lists)


▶▶ A Neutrino Walks Through a Bar by Moku
Teen And Up | 45,261w
Stiles had become the most popular matchmaker of Beacon Hills in less than a year. And he really didn’t know how that had happened.


▶▶ A Not So Easy Arrangement by hazelandglasz
Explicit | 5,314w
AU where Derek’s still the Alpha, and Erica and Boyd aren’t dead. Stiles and Derek have to fake-date because of werewolf reasons, but it shouldn’t be too hard because they’re already having sex together? And they’re great friends? Shouldn’t be too hard, Stile thinks, but he’s been pining away, and he was actually gonna ask out Derek for real, because he kinda loves him, but now he just feels weird. And he’s still finding ways to fall in love with Derek.


▶▶ accidentally? by bibliosexual
Mature | 3,683w
BOSS: “know why I called you in here?”
ME: “because I accidentally sent you a dick pic”
BOSS [stops pouring 2 glasses of wine]: “accidentally?”

yup.

Or, in which Derek receives a surprising email one morning.


▶▶ all stories deserve an end by bleep0bleep
Teen And Up | 2,351w
No one hardly ever comes up to this area of the forest, especially with the rumors of the “mad wizard.” Stiles encourages the rumor, because it means people leave him alone. It’s a good, solitary existence as long as Stiles pretends the aching loneliness in his heart isn’t there.


▶▶ anything, anything by drunktuesdays
Explicit | 5,242w
Prompt: Stiles wakes up in Derek’s bed in a world where they’re married now, and Derek keeps leaving the room every time he tries to have a conversation about how this happened, since they weren’t even dating.


▶▶ Bones Straining Under the Weight by weathervaanes ★
Explicit | 15,645w
One of Stiles’ favorite things about life is Derek Hale’s food blog. He never expects to meet the man in person.


▶▶ But, Doctor! by stilinskisparkles ★
Mature | 30,269w
“We had to splint a girl’s leg in a ditch,” Scott says excitedly.

“Bro, you sound way too happy about that,” Stiles complains, opening up his bag and pulling out a Twinkie.

Derek removes it from his hand silently and replaces it with an apple. Stiles scowls at him for a second then bites into it, regardless. Derek sits back and lets the group discuss the merits of dramatic lifesaving feats for winning over the ladies. Scott is convinced it’ll help impress Allison; Isaac thinks Scott’s a loser. Stiles—

Stiles is falling asleep on Derek’s shoulder.


▶▶ First Impressions Are Overrated by Leslie_Knope
Teen And Up | 14,634w
In Stiles’ defense, he didn’t deliberately ram his grocery cart into the (evidently precarious) pyramid of oranges.


▶▶ I Call You Names Because I Love You by tylerfucklin (Deshonanana)
Mature | 13,025w
Years of touring with Stiles would never have prepared Derek for the day his beloved techie fell in love with someone else.


▶▶ I Do Do You? by Captain_Loki ★
Explicit | 6,540w
Stiles and Derek wake up hung over and married in a hotel room in Las Vegas. It wouldn’t be so bad if the year before their relationship hadn’t fallen apart.

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aristophania  asked:

So, let's talk about Victor Nikiforov for a minute. What do you think his headspace was during that one week in Japan before Yurio arrived? He's flown all the way to Hasetsu only to be summarily rejected by Yuri, but he doesn't go home. He decides to do the coach thing but bans Yuri from the rink until he drops some weight. What's going on with him for that week? The only scene we really see is the 'do you have feelings for Minako' one.

THIS IS AN EXCELLENT QUESTION. Sorry I took so long to get back. I’m gonna split this meta into two parts, because I have lots of feelings about episode 2:

1. The week of confusion and skating your feelings

2. When life gives you Yuri Plisetsky, make Yuuri fired up

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Forever and Always- Dylan O’Brien

Author- @maddie110201

Pairing- Dylan x Reader

Words- 3600

Warnings- some cheesy ass fluff, smut, slight daddy kink, swearing, unprotected sex ( wrap it in foil before you check her oil kids) idk what else

AN: SURPRISE!!!!!! With all these new pics and gifs of Dylan at tonights met game I had gained so much inspo! This wasnt really a request but @skepticalstilinski said someone should write about dyl and his jersey so i jumped at the chance! I wrote this in two hours and no its no proofread so sorry for any mistakes. (I just read this myself and I realized I switch between 1st and 2nd POV sooo much. Bare with me and I will try to edit it tmr). 


You and Dylan had been together for 4 years now and you could honestly say that you were head over heels in love with that man. You’ve lived together in a small 2 bedroom, 2 bath house for 2 years now. It was perfect for just the two of you.

Dylan was the type of person who was so chill and laid back. Yes he was famous, but he didn’t let that change who he was, and I loved him more because of it. In my eyes Dylan was just a normal guy. We met in a bar on my 21st birthday. The mets were playing on the tv’s and it was surprisingly quite dead. I was at the bar ordering shots when the Mets had scored a homerun and out of the corner of my eye the brown eyes beauty jumped to his feet, pumping his fist in the air, and hollering at the tv.

“Two shots please!” I yelled out to the man behind the bar. My best friend had ran off to the bathroom and I was now standing alone at the the counter ordering us shots for when she returned. It was pretty dead in here for a Friday night, but then again this place was on the outskirts of town where no one really went.

“Woooo baby!” I heard from across the bar. Out of the corner of my eyes I saw a man with his back to me. He has black jeans on, a white mets jersey, and a black hat with the mets logo on it placed backwards on his head. I turned my body to take in his appearance more. He hadn’t turned around yet so I wasn’t able to see his face, but from what I could see from the back of him he was hot. I giggled at the little scene he just made, a smile adorning my lips. It wasn’t meant to be loud It he definitely heard it.

He turned around looking for the culprit of the noise and that’s when your eyes met his. You were right, he was just as hot as the back of him. You eyes roamed his face, landing on the stubble spread sporadically across his chin. It wasn’t a lot but definitely enough to leave a burning sensation between your thighs.

“Hi” he spoke softly. You hadn’t realised he had moved closer to you and your cheeks turned red as you realised you were staring.

“Hi” you muttered. It came out quieter than you had intended but he still heard it.

“So what are you doing here all alone on your birthday?” He questioned, pointing to the golden sash placed around your upper half.

“Oh I’m not alone, my friend just went to the bathroom” Just as the words left my mouth You caught my best friend out of the corner of my eye on the dance floor with some guy she just met. “On second thought, she’s right there” You added with a chuckle and a slight grin.

“Well if you don’t mind I could keep you company?” He stated, sounding more like a question.

“I don’t mind at all” You responded. “So what’s a guy like you doing here all by himself?” His eyes were boring into yours with such intensity. His eyes were the color of honey and they were absolutely mesmerizing. His tongue poked out and wet his lips, the thought of his tongue making you shake coming back to the forefront of your mind.

“I wanted a drink but didn’t have any at home and also wanted to watch the game so I thought this was the perfect place,” he gave you a soft smile.

“I see, I’m guessing you also didn’t want somewhere crowded in case someone recognized you?” He smile faded and his eyebrows furrowed. “You know who I am?” He quizzically asked you.

“Of course I do, but I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable”

“I appreciate that” he softly spoke, a breath being released brim his chest.

He turned away from you for a slight second to look at the screen. An even bigger smile spread across his cheeks as his eyes landed on the score.

“How long have you been a fan?” I asked the very attractive man in front of me. He turned back to me with a smirk.

“Forever and always” he simply replied. “Are you a Mets gal?”

“Forever and always”

Over the four years that you had been together, you watched every single Mets game. It didn’t matter whether it was in a restaurant, at your house, or in a Stadium. You never missed a game, and every single time Dylan was clad in his White Mets jersey and his black Mets hat. This quickly became your favorite sight. Not only did you find it incredibly attractive seeing him so passionate about something, he looked good while doing it. His jersey clung to his back as he was hunched over with his elbows on his knees, outlining every one of his back muscles. His hat perched on top of his luscious locks that you so desperately wanted to run your fingers through while he pounded you into oblivion. You crossed your legs and rubbed them slightly together trying to create some kind of friction as the heat began spreading throughout your body at the dirty thoughts running through your mind.

“You alright baby?” He questioned, his eyes still glued on the tv.

“Ya I’m fine baby” you said through gritted teeth.

“No you’re not. You’re flushed, and your legs are clenched together. It’s the jersey again isn’t it?” ‘God how did he know me so well’ you thought to yourself.

“Fuck. Of course it is Dylan. You know what that damn thing does to me”


It was a Tuesday night, but it wasn’t any normal night. Tonight was yours and Dylan’s five year anniversary. He had the week off and so far you’ve spent it cuddled up on the couch binge watching your favorite movies together. However, tonight Dylan was taking you out to a nice restaurant to celebrate your years together.

Your were in the bathroom getting dressed when Dylan came in and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind.

“How’s my favorite girl?” He whispered into your ear and nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck.

“She’s good, how’s my handsome man?” You said while turning around in his arms so you were facing one another. Your hands moved to his cheeks and pulled him into a soft, sweet, and passionate kiss. It didn’t last long but it was still perfect. You pulled away and just stared into one another’s eyes for a few seconds. It amazed you that eve after so long, his eyes still made you feel like they did they very first time you looked into them.

“You ready to go?” He broke the silence and you nodded your head. He grabbed your hand and you walked out of the house and to his car. He opened the door for you before jogging around to his side and joining you in the Bentley.

The ride to the restaurant was filled with the sound of you two singing along to the radio. His fingers never left yours the whole way there. When you pulled up to the restaurant Dylan got out of the car to open up the door for you like the gentleman he was. His hand reached out for yours as he helped you out of your seat. Standing up, you smoothed out the end of your skin tight navy blue dress. You may or may not have worn this particular dress because it was his favorite color.

“You look so perfect baby” he said to you as you were waiting for the hostess to bring you to your table. A couple minutes had passed before you were both seated at a table for two in one of the more secluded back rooms.

You looked at the man across from you, your hands linked together across the table. Neither of you said anything but you knew exactly what the other was thinking. God I’m so in love with you. Your moment was ruined when the waiter came out and asked what you wanted to drink. You ordered a white moscato and Dylan ordered a blue moon. When the waiter left you went straight back to your bubble that only had enough room for the two of you. It sounded cheesy and it was, but you were so in love with this man sat in front of you.

The next hour went by quickly. After pulling away from each other you looked over the menus trying to decide what to order, you decided to order a couple of appetizers instead of full meals because everyone knew you two loved to have variety when it came to your food. While you waited for you me food you reminisced on some memories the two f you have shared over the course of five years. Thinking back, it felt like just yesterday you had met him that night at the bar. You two held small conversation filled with giggles as you ate your dinner and sipped on your drinks. The waiter had come back out and asked if you would like any dessert, you agreed and both decided to split a mini lava cake.

When the waiter came back out, he came out with a mini lava cake that had a number 5 drawn across the top in chocolate frosting. There was something else too. Underneath the plate was a rectangular box wrapped in brown paper and topped with a red bow. You looked to Dylan with furrowed eyebrows.

“I know we said no gifts but I had to get you this one” he spoke. “Go ahead and open it” he added. The waiter was still standing there which was pretty confusing to you. You pushed it to the back on your mind and focused on the gift. Your fingers worked quickly to tear back the paper and and your eyes were met with a white box. You lifted the top off of the box and saw what looked like a white button up folded neatly into the cardboard. Before you had time to reach for it. Dylan had grabbed something shiny from the center of the fabric and moved in front of you so he was down on one knee. You immediately gasped as the gears started turning in your mind. Your hands flew to cover your mouth and gears began to well in your eyes.

“Y/n 5 years ago all I wanted to do was get a drink and watch my favorite team. That same night you waltzed into a bar on your 21st birthday, little did we know that night would change the rest of our lives. 5 years, 5 beautiful years with the love of my life. I couldn’t have asked for anyone better to spend my time with. You aren’t quite like anybody else I’ve ever met. Just your presence is enough to brighten my mood. You’re my best friend and I wouldn’t want it any other way.” He took my hand in his as he spoke up once more. “Y/N  Y/L/N, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife and making me the happiest man alive?” Tears had escaped your eyes and were freely running down your cheeks as you listened to his words. Before you had anymore time to think you quickly nodded your head and muttered a quick yes. He slipped the beautiful silver and diamond embedded ring on your finger and pulled you into a passionate kiss. Your mind was moving a million miles a minute as you tried to grasp what was happening. Dylan Obrien just proposed to you.

Your mind slipped back to what was still in the box. The white button up still folded neatly. You looked at Dylan and back to the fabric a few times before he told you to take it out. Once you unfolded the material you recognized it immediately.

“Dylan, this is your Mets Jersey” I said dumbfoundedly. I looked to him as if asking for an explanation and he was already one step ahead of me.

“I know, but I also know how much you love it and I think we can both agree that it looks much better in you.” You we’re smiling ear to ear as he spoke. “Turn it over” he instructed. You did as he said and turned over the white material in your hands. It was a coincidence that Dylan’s jersey hand already had the number 5 in bold blue thread, however, something was there that wasn’t before. The words ‘FOREVER AND ALWAYS’ had been added above the number 5. When you realised what the simple phrase really meant, you were a mess of tears and smeared mascara. Dylan took it from your hands and unbuttoned it, placing it on your shoulders. “I know it’s not much baby, but I wanted you to have it” His forehead rested against yours as he wiped the tears away with his thumbs.

“Are you kidding me? This means the world to me Dyl” once again you had pulled each other in for a kiss except this one was much more heated.


Your back slammed against the door as soon as it was shut. Dylan’s hands gripped hard against your hips.

The whole car ride Hope was filled with teases. His hand on your thigh slow inching up, you’d on his doing the same. As soon as he got the chance to kiss you, he took it.  Now here you were pressed up against the front door to your house.

His tongue entered your mouth without warning and quickly began massaging yours with his own. Your hands tangled behind his head gripping into his hair as his lips moved from yours to your jaw and down your neck. He left sloppy wet kisses all the way down the the fabric of your dress, surely creating purple and red bruises somewhere along the way.

“Alright come on, future Mrs. O'brien!” He said as he pulled away. You weren’t sure what he meant but before you could ask he had picked you up by the waist and thrown you over his shoulder. You squealed as he padded down the hallway to your room. Before throwing you on the bed, a quick smacking sound echoed throughout the room, a stinging in your ass soon following. He threw you down onto the mattress tugging his shirt off and throwing it to the floor before crawling over top of you and kissing his way up your body through your clothes. The feeling tickled and it made you giggle. You could feel him smirk against your stomach as he kept moving towards your face.

“God you look hot in this jersey” he pressed his lips to yours for a moment before pulling back and whispering against your lips, “but I think it would look even better on the floor.” A moan escaped your mouth at his words and your eyes met his. They were darker than normal and were filled with want and need. You sat up so he could push the jersey off your shoulders and down your arms, discarding it somewhere along with his shirt. Your hands moved to the back of your dress fumbling with the zipper. You slowly moved it down it’s track as you stared into his eyes and bit your lip. “Quit teasing” he mumbled as he reached behind you to finish unzipping the offending fabric. He pushed the strapless material down your body and you laid back down lifted your hips so he could fully remove it. He groaned as his gaze collided with your bare chest. You could tell he didn’t know you weren’t wearing a bra and you noticed the bulge in his pants growing bigger.

He was kneeling in front of you on the bed, you sat back up and reached to the buckle of his belt, quickly undoing it before doing the same with his button and zipper. You pushed his grey silk pants down his hips. He stood up off the bed and removed them completely. Your eyes landed on his perfectly outlined cock in his black briefs. You moaned at the sight before you. His hands moved to your panties as he slid them down your legs and he then removed his boxers too. He crawled back up the bed so he was hovering over you, his hand moved from your cheek to you breast, kneeling and tugging at your nipple. He then moved it down your side and gripped your hip surely leaving a few bruises. He continued moving closer and closer to where you needed him. His fingers grazed you folded just slightly, shivers shooting yo through you body. His finger dipped between your folds just long enough to be dragged all the way through.

“Fuck you’re already so wet baby” he moaned above you.

“I told you, it’s that fucking jersey” You responded quickly. “Now as much as I love our foreplay, I need you to fuck me right now” you pleaded through shaky breaths.

“Yes ma’am” he answered. His lips connected to yours in as hot, searing kiss. Your teeth crashed and your tongues immediately fought for dominance, his eventually winning. His hand that was rested beside your head moved down to stroke his hard member a few times. He lined himself up with your entrance before slamming into you with no warning. He didn’t give you time to adjust but quickly pulled back out before pounding back into you once again. Your back immediately arched up into his chest and your head rolled back into the pillow. He had never started out so tough before. This new side of him turning you on like crazy.

He took advantage of your newly exposed skin as your head was tipped back. His lips attached to your sweet spot right below your ear as he continued slamming into you. You reached up gripping onto his shoulders from beneath his arms. He continued his relentless speed causing you to take your nails down his back. He mewled at the pleasure, the vibrations from his mouth shooting from your neck down to your core.

“I’m …c- close… baby” you stuttered through panting breaths. He didn’t say anything but instead removed his lips from your neck and sat up so he was on his knees. He grabbed your legs resting your ankles behind his head. Your lower half was in the air as your head and shoulders were pressed into the bed. He gripped your hips ferociously and slammed back into you. This new position make your tits bounce back and forth. Your breath became ragged and your legs started to tremble. Your toes curled behind his neck and your hands wrapped the blue sheets beneath you. His pace never faltered as you screamed out, your orgasm crushing over you in waves. He rode out your high, letting you calm down from your high. He pulled out for a moment to let you catch your breath.

After you had both caught your breaths, he flipped you over so we’re now on your stomach. He grabbed your hips pulling them up so you were on your knees. You kept your arms and head down, pressing into the mattress. He stroke his cock once more before lining up and mercilessly pushing into you. He didn’t start off slow or steady, he slipped in and out of you with such force knowing you were still sensitive from your orgasm. His hand connected with the bare skin of your ass and your body jerked forward as you screamed out into the pillow.

“You like that, baby girl? You like when I teach you who’s in charge?” You moaned into the pillow trying to nod your head. He was not fond of your answer when he reached up gripping your hand into a ponytail and pulling your chest back to meet his.

“Answer me” he demanded in your ear.

“Yes, daddy” you mewled. He continued to pound into you from behind. You knew he was close when his pace began to falter. You were close too, so you moved one hand up to your breast and began kneading it roughly between your fingers. Your other hand moved down to your aching core and began ferociously rubbing figure eights on your clit. You breath quickened and you could hear Dylan’s did too. One more thrust and you had fallen forward, your juices releasing around his cock. Your clenched was enough for Dylan to reach his high and you soon felt his hot seed shoot through your throbbing core. He collapsed ontop of you before pulling out and rolling over into his back.

You were still on your stomach, both of you still trying to catch your breaths and come down from your euphoric highs.

You rolled over to look up at him through your hooded eyes. “I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you” you whispered to him, already half asleep. He pulled you closer and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Forever and always baby” he responded with a quick kiss to your forehead. He pulled the covers up over the two of you before he drifted off to sleep. You leaned up pressing your lips against his cheek.

“Forever and always baby”

altitude sickness

A/N: s11 speculation fic! yay! this is inspired by the most recent couch pic (sorry i turned brick into daggoo) & @thexfiles very fucked up s11 theory. and also me hating myself. sorry. also i wrote it in 45 minutes. double sorry. 


Old bones ache. Her knees had felt stiff and locked as she mindlessly cruise-controlled her way off the interstate and into their no man’s land. It had been raining when they left work in her war car, but it isn’t anymore. The house always gave away the storm before it could really get going. From their bedroom, the eaves had always echoed the rain like tin.

In the living room, she curls her legs up on the couch and the dog noses against her thigh. She can hear Mulder puttering around the kitchen, the telltale sound of tea-making. The song of the pot and Mulder’s hiss as some of it makes its way onto his uncareful hand. They used to do this over coffee and Chinese take out. There is lo mein getting sticky in black plastic on the kitchen table, but Mulder sets down a mug of chamomile and she narrows her eyes.

“If you don’t want me to fall asleep here, you can’t keep making tea for old, tired people.” She scratches behind Daggoo’s ears.

Mulder says, “There’s a shot of espresso in that.”

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The Trash Man’s Mystery Height (Aka: The Height Ref) ((AKA Aka: Too Much Time On My Hands))

TAGS BECAUSE I’M PROUD AND WANT PEOPLE TO SEE THIS: @wrathwritesthings @themissimmortal @hypaalicious @louisvuittontrashbags

SO, this question has always bugged me? Is Ardyn tall or short? Or a nice inbetween? Now in actuality it’s never been a doubt in my mind that Ardyn is at least six feet, but that still begs the question, how many inches do I need to shave off or add? Welp, let’s take a look, shall we?

(HERE GOES MY ATTEMPT AT BEING DEDUCTIVE.)

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To The Moon And Back

A while back @carrie11 tagged me asking if I could write something for this pic. So here you go. Nothing but flufff ahead. 

Mulder is hiding in the kitchen, not touching anything, not even the dirty dishes. With his luck he’d shatter Scully’s favorite plate, or flood the whole apartment. He wishes he could just leave, disappear, but that would be selfish and cowardly. Or would it? He glances at the kitchen table where a bunch of diapers, unused, lie scattered. Scully didn’t say it, never says it, but he’s useless here. Instead of being a father, he is a second baby in need of attention and supervision. Scully doesn’t need this. Or him.

“Mulder?” She walks into the kitchen gently rocking William, who is wearing a diaper three sizes too big for his small form. He’s cooing happily, at least. Scully, hair and clothes disheveled, looks anything but. It’s his fault, of course, and he’d do anything for her right now. “I know I said it was all right but… could you maybe go and buy the right sized diapers after all? It doesn’t really work.” He sees it now on Scully’s shirt. It’s white. Or rather it’s supposed to be. Right now it’s dotted with yellow and brown spots.

“Of course.” He swallows hard.

“I found this,” Scully stops him momentarily in his haste to get away from here. She hands him a piece of cardboard. “Just… these are the diapers. If you can’t find them yourself ask someone.” Mulder takes it and nods solemnly. He considers kissing her, but she turns away from him again before he can. With a sigh, he leaves, closing the door quietly behind him.

Before he puts the three bags of diapers into his cart, Mulder makes sure they are the right size this time. Ten times. It’s the right one, he is certain. He quickly maneuvers through the aisles, trying not to get distracted again. Who knew it was this difficult to buy diapers. They should use bigger letters and numbers on their front, he thinks. Not cute babies. None of the babies are as cute as William, of course. Yet, staring at these toothless, smiling faces he’d been reminded of his own son back home, safe in his mother’s arms. So no, he hadn’t noticed the age indicator in the corner. All Mulder had seen was a baby that resembled William and he’d bought those diapers without even thinking. Not this time, though. He stops for a moment, checks the size once more, just to be sure. He doesn’t want to face Scully again, see the confusion in her eyes, hear the disappointment in her voice. He can do this. If he can do nothing else, but damn it, he can buy diapers for his son.

When Mulder lifts his head again, he notices that he’s surrounded by baby clothes. Oh oh. He tries not to look at the cute little outfits, but his legs feel like lead as he tries to leave as quickly as possible. Then he sees it, stops without even wanting to. It’s a bib, nothing more. They have plenty of those already. They don’t need any more. They don’t have a bib like this, though. Mulder picks it up, the fabric soft under his fingers, and stares at it. The longer he contemplates buying it, he figures, the later he’ll be back at Scully’s. So he throws it atop the diapers, decision made, and hurries to get back home.

Mulder hears William babbling the minutes he unlocks the door. He grins; the sound his favorite these days. He doesn’t know how he’s lived without it, before.

“Hey.” Scully sits in the rocking chair in the nursery, William against her chest. Her hand is on their restless son’s back.

“Oh hey,” her voice sounds exhausted, as if far away, “you’re back.” Her eyes wander to the bag he’s holding and Mulder shows her that this time, this once, he didn’t screw it up.

“The right ones.” He tries not to sound proud. He should have bought the right ones the first time.

“Can you take him?” Scully gets up with difficulty and hands Mulder the baby.

“Hey buddy.” William’s eyes grow big and he starts kicking his tiny feet joyfully. At least someone’s glad he is around, Mulder thinks.

“I’d like to take a shower,” Scully says shrugging off her robe right there in the middle of the nursery, “can you watch him for ten minutes? Maybe change him into a fitting diaper.” To his greatest surprise, Scully smiles at him. It’s tired and small, but it’s there.

“Sure, we’ll be fine.” He isn’t sure that’s the truth, but Scully believes him, and shuffles off into the bathroom. A few moments later he hears the shower come on.

“All right, buddy. Your mom says you need a new diaper,” Mulder tells William in a gentle voice, quickly undressing him and taking off the diaper. The boy hates the changing table, is much rather upright where he can see the world, his curious eyes always finding something new. “You’ll grow into these one day, Willy boy,” his son squeaks and Mulder nods at him, “I hope your mom lets me stay around long enough to see it. I’m not exactly father of the year, huh?” Mulder quickly puts one of the new diapers on his son, fastens it, and marvels at his accomplishment until William reminds him that he’s still there, too.

“Right. Let’s put your clothes back on. You know, I bought you something today that you’ll love. I hope you do, anyway. You’re half Scully, so I guess skepticism is part of your genetic make-up. But you’re also part me,” Mulder whispers and grins at William, who seems to have forgotten that he’s on the hated changing table, staring up at his father, listening intently to his words, “so I thought you’d like something that’s a bit more out there. I know your mom prefers these plain things saying you don’t know the difference yet anyway, but it’s never too early to start, right?” With one hand on his son’s stomach, Mulder rummages through his shopping bag. He takes out the bib he bought earlier, shows it to William who pushes his tiny arms into the air, trying to grab it.

“No, no. It’s something you wear.” Carefully, Mulder puts the bib around William’s neck. The boy gurgles, kicks his arms and legs. “You like it, huh? Yeah, me too. Looks good on you. I may not be the best, most organized dad around, Will. But I love you so much. More than I ever thought possible. I love you to the moon and back,” Mulder says, leaving kisses on his son’s stomach, who squeals in delight. “I might send you to school without lunch, but I’ll never not answer any of your questions. If your mom lets me, I’ll tell you all about these planets here, the moon and the stars. All of it, William.”

“Even about the aliens, Mulder?” Scully joins them and Will grins when he sees his mother, gurgling his own version of hello. She sneaks an arm around Mulder’s waist, leaning heavily against him. Her hair is still wet, but she smells great and he leans down, kisses her head.

“If you let me.” He whispers into her hair, closing his eyes.

“Why wouldn’t I, Mulder?”

“I’m not exactly good at this, Scully. If you haven’t noticed.” She leans away from him, picks up William. She straightens the bib, smiles at it, and Mulder just watches the two people who mean the world to him. Scully looks up at him a moment later and hands their son to him.

“Mulder, you bought the wrong diapers. It’s not the end of the world.” She tells him as she puts on a new pair of pajamas.

“Don’t you remember when I tried to do laundry the other day?” He’d rather not think about it.

“So what? Mulder, you were tired. We’ll be tired for a while. We’ll both make mistakes.”

“You won’t.” She chuckles without looking at him.

“Mulder, you’re the only one who can calm William down when he gets into one of his crying fits. Look at him,” they both glance at their son, asleep in Mulder’s arms, “this only happens when you hold him. You might not be good at shopping, but Mulder you’ve never been good at that. I don’t expect you to be anyone else. You’re a wonderful father.”

“I am?”

“Yes,” Scully whispers, stroking the arms that hold William, “you are. I love the bib you bought, Mulder.” Her fingers trace the symbols on the fabric, the smile never leaving her face.

“You know what, Scully?” He waits until she lifts her eyes, looks at him. “I love you to the moon and back, too.”

She grins, gets on tiptoe, and her lips against his, answers his sentiment with a kiss.  

Just like that - Sirius Black x Reader

Request: @fangirlyea :Hello! I honestly love your writing soo much!!:) as your requsts are open(yesss)could I request an imagine where one of the marauders(remus, sirius, james, doesn’t matter! Cuz i love them all❤) seeing the reader cry near moaning myrtle’s bathroom bc she is having a bad day or she is simply stressed out to the max and one of them soothes her? They could be friends or lovers, you choose! Thank youu :)
Warnings: My English, language. Idk. Gif/Pic aren’t mine. Credits to their original owners. [I know it’s short but life happened :\ Sorry guys! Also, where was it mentioned that Sirius was a player? I know that most of fics-mine included-portray him like one but I personally don’t really believe it and that’s why in this fic he is just Sirius. AND @lupinsbaby feel better ^^]
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 It was a bad day. Scratch that. It was a bad week, month, year, life. It didn’t matter. Not really. You felt like you were falling into quicksand. It sucked. You felt sick like you couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t focus on anything-studying, eating, breathing- because of all the assignments that you had to deliver; You had so many things that you just had to do but you simply couldn’t perform them. 
The stress had taken over when you failed an exam and McGonagall was really disappointed-well, that made two of you. The week was going from bad to worse because on top of that, you had fallen off of your broom-courtesy of the rival’s team beater- and your head was in a pretty bad place. Nothing major but headaches and migraines were more than enough to make you hate your life. 
A series of unfortunate events; that could be your autobiography. Not only you had failed an exam, you had hit your head, you had missed two due dates but you had one hell of a boy problem. You knew you were doomed from the start but how could you have helped yourself? Of course. Like your life could get any worse. Oh, wait. It could. You had also had an argument with Lily. You only wanted to make her realize that she was in love with James even if she was so stubborn to admit it and it had backfired. She had answered coldly to ‘take care of your problems first and let me deal with mine’. 
That was how you had ended up crying near Moaning Myrtle’s Bathroom. No one ever approached the place and for a good reason. Myrtle was a bit… sensitive but you were practically doing the same so you couldn’t judge. You did the best you could to muffle the sounds but with little success. You heard footsteps. Crap, crap, crap. You tried to remove any sign of your previous state but you knew that your red eyes would give it away.
“I’m telling you-It was a disaster” you heard the familiar voice of James Potter approaching you and you braced yourself because wherever James was… the Marauders were. 
They were your friends-well, not exactly. You were close with James and even closer with Remus and Peter but you had never-EVER- held a conversation that would last more than a minute with… Sirius. He would always avoid your eyes, he looked annoyed but not really, simultaneously. It gave you the feeling that he didn’t particularly like your presence. And of course, you had that crazy crush on him. Because hey, who would want easy things?!
You knew that they had halted when they saw you but you weren’t looking at them. You heard the soft murmur. Surprisingly enough, when you did look at their direction, you only saw Sirius standing there. He was rocking a man-bun just because he could; his steely grey eyes were slightly narrowed, his whole posture saying ‘I don’t really know how to do this’. 
He slowly walked over and sat down next to you. Your eyebrows were arched. Since when did he like enough to help you? For a few moments, the silence was deafening and uncomfortable until he broke it. 
“Bad day?” he asked casually yet concerned. You couldn’t believe it. 
“Bad life” you answered, trying to stop the next wave of tears from leaving your eyes. He chuckled without mirth like he wanted to convey that the same thing had happened to him and he knew what that felt like. 
“There are days that I just can’t participate in life, you know?” you solemnly told him. Once you looked at him you knew that he understood. 
“I know. I have those days too. But then I remember that sometimes you need those bad days to help you appreciate the good ones”. His voice was calm and peaceful like the ocean before the storm. You felt that he had just walked out of a very bad day himself and you weren’t really helping. His eyes were fixed on you and his expression was sincere. He wasn’t saying those words just for the sake of it. He meant them.
“I mean, we have survived one hundred percent of our difficult moments. We will get through this. We always do, right?” he continued, his eyes never leaving yours. You just stared right back at him. You were surprised that he talked to you, that he was thinking a bit deeper than most boys his age, that he was next to you… Pleasantly surprised. When you nodded instead of answering, he smiled warmly- something that made you melt. His smile was warm and promising as the sun. 
“What’s your dream?” he asked you out of the blue. You were taken aback.
“E-excuse me?” you stuttered. What was he asking you? He smiled even brighter because he had finally made you use your voice again.
“What’s your dream… or dreams” he repeated, watching you like a hawk, noticing every single detail and every single reaction. What was your dream?
“I don’t know. I want to see the world. I want to help people. I don’t know” you answered and for the first time, you realized that he was right. Even if he hadn’t said it, you knew that he was making you see the bigger picture. And he was absolutely right. You had dreams and goals and a bad day or even a bad year-which it wasn’t- should never hold the power to stop you from getting up and moving forward. 
He sent you a kind smile that made your heart – no. Wait. Why weren’t you feeling dizzy and why were you calm? You knew. You knew why. Because if he caused your heart to pound, your hands to shake and your knees to go weak, he wouldn’t be the one. He made you feel calm and peaceful and safe. 
“What’s your dream?” you questioned him back, genuinely curious to get to know him a bit more. His cheeks turned an adorable shade of baby pink. He wasn’t just handsome… he was beautiful.
“Can I kiss you?”. You could have sworn that time had stopped. Was he really telling you that he liked you? No, that you were his dream? What just happened? He didn’t wait for an answer. His full, soft lips touched gently, almost tentatively yours and just like that your bad day, week or whatever, felt like a teeny tiny second that held no power over you anymore. 
His hands cupped your face, softly. Your hands went to the back of his neck, not so softly. He was so gentle and so careful but the kiss started to become more intimate. 
Just like that, your worries were nowhere to be seen. 
Just like that, the only thing that truly mattered was right in front of you. 

Tags: @orionsirivsblack @kapolisradomthoughts @nadinissavage @sirius-black-deserved-better

How do I make an instagram edit like this one below?

I tried to make this as simple as I could so you can make a ig edit even if you’ve never touched photoshop before. You’re gonna need photoshop some patience and follow my steps. I will explain everything under the cut: 

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[Voltron]: a little solace and peace

sooooooo……first voltron fic?

for @longhairpidge bc she’s recently been enchanted with plance and she cheered me up yesterday when i was feeling crummy. so here’s hoping that the rest of your day starts looking up :)

Link to Archive of Our Own: [AO3]

Title: a little solace and peace
Pairings: Place (Pidge x Lance)
Summary: Pidge knows what it’s like to lose most of what you call yours and find yourself flung into space to fight a war she might not win. It’s not the time to want things that are silly and wish for things that won’t happen. But Lance knows that she deserves it.


a little solace and peace


Pidge cut her hair for Matt.

Sweeping her hair into the trash can, stealing Matt’s old frames, and becoming Pidge Gunderson was a manifesto to herself — a single-minded promise to bring her family back to her no matter the distraction, no matter the cost to her, no matter how long it took. If she ever lost sight of that promise, all she ever needed to do was look in the mirror, squint her eyes, let the edges of her reflection blur and soften, and wait until she saw Matt staring back at her, telling her not to give up.

So perhaps, on the outside looking in, it does seem rather ridiculous for her to be tearing her room apart, looking for a knife or some scissors to take to her hair after looking in the mirror that morning and seeing Katie — Katie who was letting her hair grow out too long, Katie who needed to remember Matt, Katie who made a promise — but this is all she has of him anymore. A worn photograph and his blurred face staring back at her in the reflection of her paladin helmet.

When she finds nothing, Pidge heads to Lance’s room because if there’s anyone who cares more about what stares back at them in the mirror every morning, it’s him.

He’s wiping off the last bits of his facemask with a towel when she opens the door, and he barely has time to ruffle her hair and spit out a dorky greeting before the words are flying out of her mouth, “I need to borrow a pair of scissors.”

Lance blinks at the volume and speed of her words, but looks back into his room — covered in facial products, old Altean lounge clothes he’s repurposed into robes and pajamas, gifts inhabitants from other planets have given him over the past year — and says, “I’m pretty sure I have some around here somewhere. Why, what do you need them for?”

Pidge swallows. “I just need them. Just for five minutes.”

Lance merely shrugs — it’s not the first time Pidge has asked her teammates for weird things to aid in whatever pet project is keeping her distracted that day — and invites her in, letting her sit on his unmade bed while he rummages around his drawers and produces a small pair of scissors that don’t look very sharp but will probably do the job just fine.

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WHATS NEXT?????

Sorry if you don’t like the following, but I woke up today hating the world and Sam and Cait as well. Still do.

Since the “picture” of everyone together and cozy and after the shock wave of Cait posting it, we get the trolls, Antis and just hateful people dumping on Shippers again. Same old shit, different day. Does Sam now date MM publicly and does Cait get to do the same with her SO? Do we get the privilege of watching Sam and MM bore us to death. Yes, I am negative about this relationship. If Sam finds MM that exciting and worth dating, I just can’t imagine what he is like in real life. I find her boring and ordinary. Especially her IG. Watch one of her interviews for reference on my opinion. If this is the real her, it’s sad. Guess I got used to Cait and her sense of humor with posts .

When a reveal happens, it usually changes things. When it’s a couple most people are hoping are together, after the likes on IG in the thousands of the pictures of SC together, it’s usually celebration. But, when you get a sketchy relationship instead, it might be an uphill battle. An actress nobody really knows, except for this fandom and a C list actor. This is not a power couple. Do they breakup and stir the pot more? I don’t think Sam or PR have that answer.

So what’s next? More innuendo, more pictures, more MM? Then what happens when Season 3 has promo? MM isn’t part of the Outlander show. Do they throw her into the mix when she is not needed or wanted? This may be a turnoff to some people. Me especially. I think they are hoping all the dust from this mess will die down and go back to normal, whatever that is. They are already on Twitter trying to act like everything is coming up roses. I see some, like me, not so forgiving. When you get used for anyone’s advancement or personal gain, you find it disgusting for them to keep doing it. Yes, I feel used. They said they weren’t together, but kept playing the game of looking together and again we get blamed for believing their BS. Dangling the relationship carrot in front of the Shippers all the time. Yep, I went down that rabbit hole for the last time. Just hoping in love and what we saw means we are delusional. So now we should invest in the most fake looking relationship outside of Taylor Swift and Tom H. I don’t think so. Whoever is behind this shit needs a bitch slap.

Never have I seen such use of fans and total abuse by a has been old actor without someone stepping in to save their fandom from this mess. Total abuse to women and joy in their harassment of them. Right or wrong about a relationship has nothing to do with this. For Cait to be a feminist she needs to only look at her fandom, the bubble headed blonde fucking with the fans and IW, her big friends buddy. A damn picture was suppose to clear up this mess? How idiotic can everyone be? All of this could of been avoided and kept simple, but they keep feeding the dragon and expect not to get burned? I’m even pissed at myself for investing myself into this relationship of SC and the show. I’m not stupid, they are for not embracing the Shippers and letting the truth be known for a healthier environment for fans way back and no more are we/aren’t we playing with fans. The old saying in sales was “KISS IT, meaning keep it simple stupid.

Get your popcorn ready for September. We will need it. PR has enough problems just getting their shit together on a daily basis. This is going to be a real laugh fest. If I sound bitter, it isn’t because of SC not being together. Together or not has no effect on my life. I am pissed about the constant battering of Shippers when Shipping is a normal for fandoms. I think the actors who only see fans as a commodity are in trouble with themselves. I do see the forgiveness and the don’t blame Sam or Cait for any of this, remarks in the fandom. Who do we blame? It’s Sam’s so called gf making sure we get half truth pics on IG and him looking the other way. This whole are we/aren’t we thing wasn’t made up in our minds. It’s right out there on SM. Signs of publicist and PR are all over the place. Looking back at Amy and Cody even fighting on SM over Sam, but yet Amy says she was not his GF. Both she and Cody worked for the same studio Sam was filming a summer movie, When the Starlight Ends, but it was just a coincidence all three of them were plastered all over SM. Yeah right.

Whose fans are being the target of IW and trolls? Sam and Cait, not just the show. We don’t get words of encouragement, just please vote and oh yeah my Gf isn’t doing anything wrong by posting innuendo, it’s all of you interpreting it wrong. Really, when it looks like shit it usually is shit. Trolls and IW should be addressed. If they get ignored then the trolls get bigger and fatter from their harassment. Block, report, erase. Even the 16 year old Blondie can’t handle that on her IG. Enough reporting and maybe IG will get the message to up their game and stop the harassment. If Sam or Cait don’t know how to handle their SM then their PR team should be consulted immediately. But maybe they were and this is what we got. A picture and a tweeting fest.

I don’t know about you, but I don’t get appeased that easily after being hit upside the head. If they can’t come up with something good for the “what’s next” scenario, it’s going to get real quiet around here. It’s a long time till September and watching a 40 year old guy and a blonde bubble head is not going to cut it with a fandom full of smart savvy women. Maybe someone with some intelligence who knows women between the ages of 20 and 75 can help these dingbats out. So far they keep fucking up.

Oh yeah one more thing. if someone tells me I am picking on MM, I don’t care. Anyone who puts themselves out in a fandom of women and shows no intelligence in what she posts and how she handles it, well you asked for it. If you think I’m bad, you haven’t met the bitches of the world. Grow up.

Do I still think they are together? Doesn’t matter right now when they let so much shit happen to their fandom. Yep I’ll say it again, their fandom.

I think I have said enough. I’m in need of a pain killer.

Alys wanted thoroughly interrogated Eggsy, where Eggsy stood his ground and didn’t let anything slip.

I kind of imagine him and Harry having had an argument before he was abducted. Harry giving him a dressing down on all of the ways he was being a poor agent/had messed up a recent mission and the thought for Harry that that’s the last thing he said to Eggsy.

It’s eating him

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covert clips : getting plants when you can’t buy them

okk cool so you want to have some plants in your room? you could want a cute little pot of succulents, a lux and lush houseplant, or a window herb garden… BUT you went to your local big-box depot/nursery, and saw those price tags. buying plants is expensive, and actually comes with a lot of risk. Those plants were raised/kept in a very specific environment tailored to that plants needs, and it would be a lie to say that even i (as an experienced plant grower) have brought home a plant just for it to immediately get sick and die. New environments are shocking to plants, and the topic of this post, clipping/propagating, just avoids that whole mess. And on top of that, clips are free!! (excepting the soil/containers/water)

**please please be respectful if you do go out and take covert clips!! private property is a thing, and if you don’t know what you’re doing, you could still harm the plant. You wouldn’t want some nut coming in and killing your plants… so just start slow, and don’t wile out just because you saw your dream plant on somebody elses lawn/desk. THE LAST THING i intended was for this to be like one of those guides on how to steal a $5 muffin from whole foods because your allowance ran out. im poor, i wanted some plants, and this is how i did it. if you have money to give to a local, responsible nursery, PLEASE DO SO**

OK LETS GROW SOME PLANTS

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Start of Something New PT1

Bucky X Reader

Warnings: self depreciation, slight angst and fluff

A/N: So this series is very personal to me most of what is written are thoughts I have had toward myself and or said to me. That being said it doesn’t happen often, I am content with my life it just gets a little overwhelming sometime. Also side notes Cats Rule ergo reader has cats. You can pretend it’s a dog if you so choose.


There must be some sort of signal that goes up when your feeling down. A big old spotlight, shouting take a shot while it can, cause heaven knows, you would take each one and let it drag you down.

It started with ahard day at work. For the life of you, you couldn’t get into the usual groove at work. You will admit you were beating yourself up over, missing all 6 alarms you set for your self. That glare you got from your boss as you practically sprinted in the doors.

Maybe it was the breakfast rush that included a new batch of agents and interns. It seemed to surprise them when a bigger, curvy woman standing behind the counter, in charge of the grill. The uniform however form fitting was not the most flattering bit most days you could strut in and own your station.

It’s the looks though, that got to you. The initial reaction of “oh you’re serving me, really”. The exaggerated comments of LITE Mayo, like you had no clue what the difference was. Yes, It was though strange to see such a big person in a compound full of actively fit people. You had to admit that pretty much everyone here could kill with a spoon or piece of floss to say the least. You were definitely not one of them though.

By mid afternoon not even your usual lunch regulars could cheer you up, try as they might. It was like every once of joy that usually rested clearly on your face was wiped out. Even a fake smile seemed hard to put up.

The usual evening crew shuffled in. You had already started a few orders fixing them up just right. The lack of conversation concerned most people, but the easy lie of “lack of sleep” slipped seamlessly from your lips. If it wasn’t for the dark cloud swirling above your head, you would have noticed that the lie didn’t really work on them.

You were ready for the day to finally be over, the clock of the grill shutting off before beginning your nightly routine. As you were the last in the place, you switched your music on, hoping an upbeat song would fix your day.

The tunes flowed through you as you scraped off the day’s grime from the grill. You didn’t hear your guests until they taped on the glass of your counter.

“Hey pretty lady, what’s cookin, good lookin?”

You couldn’t help the smile that emerged on your face. It was like the whole day dissolved into a fading nightmare. You spin around to find your gang all hanging off your counter.

“I don’t know if you can handle what I’m cookin darlin.”

You saunter over to the man, from the looks of them they just got back from a mission. Still in their suits, except for the charming man in the middle who you knew could will it away with a simple thought.

“Psshh, I can handle every inch you had to throw at me.”

If it was possible your smile got even wider. Swinging your head you sweep your gaze over the others. “So, what can I get my fine band of miscreants.”

“Woah, I’ll have you know, we are Earth’s mightiest hero’s!!”

“Really, Arrows?? Did you find that on a sticker and go with it?”

“Ha, no. It happened to be a ribbon. A blue ribbon.” He scoffed slightly at you nothing but teasing.

You shoot your hands up in mock surrender. “Well, excuse me that’s mighty official then. Can’t fight with the blue ribbon now can we?”

The others joined in the group chuckle. “Alright go get changed. I’ll fix something up and call you when it’s ready.”

They all shuffled away to various floors, each putting as much hustle into returning quickly. There was only one still standing in front of you. You merely quicker an eyebrow at him.

“You know, you don’t have to do this. We keep you late for no real reason. I mean there are store hours for a reason.”

“Spangles, would you drop the puppy eyes and the smouldering, if I told you this is and will always be the best part of my day?”

You could see the slight furrow in his brow, taking a moment to pick your sentence apart. He opened his mouth to reply but was met with your hand.

“No, don’t go analysing my words, I’m not going to talk about it and I am fine. Go get changed so I can work.”

You shoo him out not letting him say a word more. You turn back to the grill and begin your concoction. Lucky for you you don’t have to deal with any allergies or picky eaters. The gang had quickly realized though they may not like a certain food, you managed to put some sort of spell on it making it taste the most delicious.

Caught once again in the recesses of your mind, the gang came in situating themselves at their usual table. They watch as you thoughtlessly flip food but then stare into the distance like it held some answer to you. They even catch your hand coming up to your face, to most it would appear that you are wiping sweat but in this case it was a single stubborn tear that had escaped.

You cranked your music again this time switching to slower and slightly sad songs. Sometimes the cure was to fight sad with sad. Others’ problems made yours seem so insignificant making your day better. What ever funk you were in though wasn’t being shaken this time. If anything your cloud was getting bigger, not even the sizzle of the grill and aromas drifting from the oven dulled in the fog. You were forced to fall back on a past recipe.

They all jerked forward only to be waved off, a lone solider stood and approached. He went behind the counter slowly moving so as not to startle you.

You had been berating yourself for awhile, thinking over every meal you shouldn’t have eaten, every chance you had to say no to one more serving but insisted you have more. It was no wonder everyone gave you looks and doubted your judgement. You couldn’t even get your own life in line.

You feel the tear spill over, you wipe furiously at the stubborn thing. In a vain attempt to calm yourself down, a hand is placed on your waist. You jerk half in surprise, the other on instinct knowing that there were rolls and flab to be felt under the thin t-shirt you wore.

“Geez Bucky, give a girl a little warning. Not all of us are super spies here.”

He snorted, “You can say that again.” You flinched, bad move, no way you could ever be mistaken for a spy. “Everything alright, doll? You seem distracted.”

He was attempting to catch your flitting gaze. You couldn’t look at him knowing he would see the storm raging behind your eyes. Having none of this, he gently locks his hand under your jaw drawing it upwards so your eye meet his.

You attempt to jerk your head away, “Its nothing Buck, I’m just tired, late for work and you know how much I hate being late.”

“Hey, we both know that may be part of it but not all of it. Now I’m going to let it slide for now. Mostly cause I’m hungry and I don’t want dinner to burn. That evening said we will have a discussion about this later. Understood?”

You nod, but know you were never going to let that happen. He let go, grabbing a plate from the counter. You loaded everything up and brought it to the table.

“Alright! Dig in everyone.”

They practically launched themselves towards the food. You couldn’t help but chuckle at them. Turning you head back to start cleaning up again.

It was close to midnight when you finished with the last bag of garbage. The grill shone like it was fresh from the factory. You wipe your forehead, leaning back to see the finished project.

Satisfied with your work you turn back to you bunch. Finding them all leaning back in their chairs, each sporting a content smile on their faces. You make your way over, snorting when you see all the plate have been practically licked clean.

“Well, I would ask if you liked it, but clearly you guys did.”

Thor raised his hand in a feeble manner before letting it drop. “You can not be a mere human. No one such as you most have fallen from Asgard. You, my friend, are a goddess of food.”

You can’t help the blush that creeps up your face. “Hey, I get by. Now as much as I enjoy having you here, I need to go home and get some sleep. Back here way sooner than I would like.”

“Or you could stay here?!” Tony getting rather eager at the idea.

“I wish I could but I have parent responsibilities.” You knew they would misunderstand. Except Bucky, you had already shown your plethora of photos of your two cats. “My boys need me home.”

“Wait, you have kids, since when?” Tony looked shocked at not knowing something about someone.

“Yep, 2 boys, 7 and 3.”

“Why haven’t we met and how come I never knew?” He was seriously freaking out now. It was like he was mentally incapable of not knowing something about someone.

You were doing well hiding the laughter, though a few, Natasha and Wanda, were catching on to it. Steve though looked very confused.

“Wait!” Steve jumped up pointing at you. You have worked here for close to 4 years. If your youngest is 3 we would have known. You couldn’t have hid that. You would have gone on maternity leave.“ His eyes were bugging out of his head.

You lost it, laughter taking you completely. Hunched over grabbing your stomach. "You should have seen your faces. Priceless.” You were wheezing, your sides now in stitches.

“What she means to say is that she has 2 cats at home that are more than likely demanding to be fed.” Bucky steps into assist you as words continue to fail you. “Still I can’t believe you all fell for that.”

You finally straighten and pull you phone out pulling up a pic of the two.


“These are my boys. Private Pepper in Orange and Skipper is the fluffy one.”

“Doll, I think you mean fat.” Bucky butts in.

“No fluff, he is nothing but Fluff.” You demand shooting him a glare.

“Hey,” he raises his hands in surrender. “Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

“Really pets? You can’t stay cause of pets.” Tony scoffs slightly.

“Hey don’t hate until you try it.” You snap back.

“Fine, I conceded to you for now.”

The group rises and begins to exit the place. Bucky looks over at you, knowing he should be talking to you about earlier. He locks eyes clearly telling you that this wasn’t over yet. You merely stick your tongue out at him. Finally they are out and you follow behind, closing the doors behind you. You hitch your bag over your shoulder. Heading to your car Bucky follows in a casual manner.

“So you going to tell me what happened today?”

“I did I was late. Not enough sleep.”

“Yeah I get that now the whole story.”

“Why can’t you just drop it? Bad days happen this is mine I’ll get over it.” You turn towards him practically begging him to let it go. You cant help but notice his every movement. The way the muscles under his shirt shift as he crosses his arms in defiance. The way his eyes harden to a steely blue with determination.

“Because I care for you, your my friend. These so called bad days have been too many, too often.”

You huff, he wasn’t going to let you leave until you spoke to him. “Fine.” You hang your head in defeat. “I’m..” You weren’t sure how to phrase it without revealing too much. “I’m just not satisfied with my life right now. I should be doing more. Being more than I am right now. It’s frustrating. I’ve been caught up in what to do next with my life.”

You couldn’t help but applaud yourself for that explanation. It was perfect and from the looks of it Bucky bought the whole thing. Really how were you supposed to tell one of the most gorgeous men that you had no future, that every thing you touched became disgusting. That you were waiting for the day everyone realized that there was a better friend and cook out there, throwing you to the side. It happened before it would happen again. You were merely hanging on to the remaining shreds and hoping they would carry you when it all came crumbling down.

“Was that so hard?” Bucky drew you back in.

“Yes, yes it was I think I lost a few years because of this experience.” You step around him opening your door. He leaned around holding it open for you, ever the 40s man. When you get in, you turn the car on rolling down the windows. He shuts the door, leaning against the roof so he could see you properly.

“Ah, you survived and maybe learned you can tell people things. Now get home safe and text me that you made it in.” He stood up taking a step back.

“Ha, one I never remember to text people. Two I don’t have your number.”

“Ha back, one just do it, two yes you do I put it on while you weren’t looking. I put it under 40s Dream Boat.”

“Oh, I like that. Fine if I remember I’ll text you.” You put the car in reverse but paused as he leaned back towards you. For a moment you let your self believe he was leaning in for a kiss. Except he stopped and patted the roof.

Blinking you pull out, and drive away. When would you get it through your thick skull that men like him, would never want a woman like you.

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Thanks so much for 100 followers, I never expected to have this many people following, interested in how I play the sims. The photo is of something I have been doing every week or 2 when I gain followers. I like to write the names down in a pretty way so I can think about what the people are like and what they post to give  ideas of what I could do.

Firstly, I started to sort of keep me motivated to do my game play and not get bored of my sims which worked. I originally intended to just post 2x a day more for my own benefit keeping me going and then maybe a few people ( no more than 10) would follow me and occasionally look and like my posts.

This is going to become very long but I will mention people that have been important on my tumblr and a lot of stories of how my tumblr grew to this.


What I thought was sort of what happened at the start but then I started discovering all your simblrs through a few I followed. From that a few people followed back and to be honest I was amazed. I was like a few more people, this is nice and great. So I created a post  for 20 followers thanking everyone and it was a bit like the one I just put at the top of this and everyone seemed to find it cute, idk why but I went with it.

Doing this post one a lot bigger simblr ( @vkthesims4 ) reblogged it or something and told people to follow me which was so nice ( I’ll go more into this later on) and @storylegacysims shared it on a discord they were on or they created I’m not sure and people from that followed me. So there I was gaining so many followers ( probably about another 20-ish ) and that was kind of overwhelming at the time.

I felt like I needed to change up my theme and make it seem more sophisticated because I thought it was basic. So after hours of trying to get a theme and personalising it, it was finished. There was one issue, I needed a proper icon that wasn’t a very inaccurate simself that’s picture wasn’t even edited. So I managed to get a alright one of Lauren Adacot, the founder of my Adacot Legacy. Then came the task of editing it.

So I didn’t want to get photoshop because I would feel bad for not paying for it ( even though I tried I couldn’t get it to access my files) so I just downloaded some free software that’s alright and I do like it’s fonts. Anyway ( I’m already getting really sidetracked) I needed to edit the picture having no idea about any of it ( I still don’t) and so I thought it turned out ok but looking back it was aweful.

After doing that I did my header image which turned out much better and so my posts looked bad and not much effort had gone into them in my eyes. I started editing all of them and it was kind of fun so I just continued from there on to edit them and over time and practice I think they look better.

Enough of me talking about editing pictures that no one wants to read about.

I had been working on creating my own build challenge because I love building and I had always wanted to but I never really had the audience before. So it was getting near the middle of August and I just thought, this is something I have always wanted to do, I want to get it done and out there so I took a few days to focus solely on that and get it done. I got it finished and was so pleased with myself for doing it I posted it immediately.

I had just joined a few discords and had’t really talked much about anything yet but I posted it in them anyway and on here because I wanted people to know and do my challenge. I couldn’t wait to see what people made of it and it was so good how people were keen.

I had people messaging me who I hadn’t really messaged before saying that they couldn’t wait to do the challenge and others that sent me pics of them doing the challenge and that made me so happy. People were reblogging it and new people saw and took on the challenge. I got so much joy out of seeing what I had created had proven interesting for other people to do.

After that things happened ( I won’t get into it because this is meant to be happy) and I sort of was not very active on tumblr and I stopped messaging people. I just contined to play my Adacot legacy for a bit and then it was time to choose the heir. That went on for a while and I didn’t really know what to do with it. There was a winner but through the time the poll went on I had no more posts and I needed to get the heir decided as to what I continued with. After it I didn’t have the ideas because I thought I was getting a new pack but then I didn’t so I tried to do things and it would of worked out for the non-heir siblings but the heir I had no idea what to do with.

I posted random stuff of me trying to sort things out for a while but it wasn’t interesting and I knew it even before I posted it. I just wanted to be posting something, which looking back would have been a better idea not to.

I just wasn’t getting anywhere with it so I knew I’d have to stop trying to sort it and leave it for a while. At the same time I was conscious that I would’t be posting anything so I did a poll and I ended up doing the Foster Parent Challenge which will go on until I resume the Adacot Legacy and Spoiler Alert I want to do them both at the same time because it is so fun playing each of them.

Since starting the new challenge I have gained a Lot of followers because the other day I was planning to do something for 75 and I’ve gained a lot and since last night I have gained about 10.

Well I have been working on getting posts ready to go out for when I start school ( Tuesday) and on from then because I don’t know how much time I will have for tumblr and playing sims. I have almost completed a build challenge for September ( this months) and am going to sort it and post in today or tomorrow. 

Of course I have been working on this for a few hours and trying to remember everything to add in. I originally meant this to be kinda like a follow forever thing but a little description of how I started tumblr and stuff but I’ve probably told a lot of stories that aren’t that interesting instead.

I’ll give a few people and about them ( this will probably turn out like my LITTLE description but lets go for it) this is no order whatsoever and sorry if I don’t add you it’s just taking forever to do this and I don’t want to spend the whole day on it.

@simtavia She has been through a lot of things but always holds together ( like one of those people who has a smile on their face and something nice to say no matter what. A kind person who wants to help other people out even if they’re the one who needs help. She made my icon and I love it even if she says it’s not much it is a lot to me.

@simfluence The first person to message me on here. It gave me a great boost of confidence and I know I wouldn’t have got anywhere near this far with socialising with others on here. She supported me whilst I created my first build challenge which was a big help because I don’t know I would have done it as well without support.

@thesimmerwithshimmer I literally only came across you last night but we have similar food interests. You seemed really fun to have a joke around with and I definitely want to chat more. Of course we all know it’s SCONE.

@awkward–simmer I have always liked your story and stuff but only yesterday I bothered to read through all of gen 1 and gen 2 to date of your Morgan Family. I love your sims and their personalities. I want to chat to you sometime but I am too awkward to. 

@simsleyy You’re good to chat to and you seem kinda chill. I always felt at ease when chatting to you I could feel ok talking of random stuff without really knowing you.

Who else I know of so many more people to do and I don’t want you to think I prefer someone over you which is not true I just have been here doing this for so long. I will do a few more though.

@benfyq You have been a follower for a long time, you were my 6th follower and you are always in my notes. Your sims always seem so good and I always want my tumblr to be like yours one day. I tried chatting to you once but I just got a bit too awkward and didn’t really know what to say.

@meganbsims You have a great 100 baby challenge and I love to see your posts as the children progress. You’ve been nice to chat to and hasn’t really stopped, just a bit slow moving.

@kateplayssims You’re always funny and seeing you and your friends like @bookishsimmer in each other’s asks is always entertaining and can brighten me up on a bad day.

That’s probably enough, if you can’t tell I appreciate each and every one of you and it’s not the number that matters at all. I would love if it was just 5 of you but the extra 95 is a brilliant bonus especially with all your varying personalities.