its a dangerous game we play

[Hook: Iamsu!]
Baby girl if you don’t mind
I got a suggestion that just might help you get that stress off your mind
I’m just here to help you, girl, let me know if you put this dick in your life
Baby you need this dick, baby know need this dick in your life
You need this dick, baby

[Verse 1: Iamsu!]
Good anywhere, understand I can’t go
All the way to Hollywood, still fuck a hood ho
From the back, from the front, get it from the side
Tell me are you down, are you not, girl make up your mind
From the bay, we don’t play, always on that grind
Money on my mind that’s why these hoes up on my line
So it’s long flights, long nights, so Imma take my time
With the game cause its dangerous
Any situation, I'mma get it how I live
Hit her with that dope dick she love the way I whip
Imma let with it, let her play with it
Dick will change you life, girl, make you stay with it

[Hook: Iamsu!]
Baby girl if you don’t mind
I got a suggestion that just might help you get that stress off your mind
I’m just here to help you, girl, let me know if you put this dick in your life
Baby you need this dick, baby know need this dick in your life
You need this dick, baby

[Verse 2: G-Eazy]
Yeah, uh, I’m just saying, G
Your lifestyle what I’m trying to improve
Come smash, then boot, dirtbag, been rude
I can’t find a fuck to give, I’m all out
I run through rubbers and whiskey, I’m all about
Yeah, all the way from the bay to the moon
I just met her, I bet I’ll be bae to her soon
Sometimes I’m presumptuous, I maybe assumed to much
Till she said come through, walk straight to her room
Doom, slay, new bae
In the club, going up, Tuesday
She handed me her phone and request I put me in it
So I put a G in it, tomorrow I be in it

[Hook: Iamsu!]
Baby girl if you don’t mind
I got a suggestion that just might help you get that stress off your mind
I’m just here to help you, girl, let me know if you put this dick in your life
Baby you need this dick, baby know need this dick in your life
You need this dick, baby

Baby girl if you don’t mind
I got a suggestion that just might help you get that stress off your mind
I’m just here to help you, girl, let me know if you put this dick in your life

Baby you need this dick, baby know need this dick in your life
You need this dick, baby

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Dangerous Game (Mature)

Originally posted by loveviral

My arms were tightly wrapped around his neck as his hands were fixed on my ass, squeezing it every now and then. Our eyes were gazing deep into the other’s. The sexual tension was at its peak, almost suffocating me. Our lips so close, the littlest movement could make them touch. My hand softly caressing the little hairs on the back of his neck, making his eyes flutter for a quick second. His hands bringing my crotch closer to his, forcing me to feel his arousal. We both knew what we were doing to each other, we were playing a dangerous game but neither of us cared. 

Having had enough, he moved his mouth closer to mine so he could kiss me but I was quick to react as I pulled my face back and left him hanging. He groaned and squeezed the life out of my ass which made me moan and grip his hair tighter. He hissed and brought my lower half even closer to him, if that was even possible. 

“Stop teasing me,” he growled, fire blazing in his eyes and lust dripping in his tone. I let out a breathy chuckled, very turned on myself. 

“I’m not,” I whispered as I subtly grinded against his bulge making him let out a sigh of frustration. 

“Yes you are! You’ve been teasing me for years now, babe. I’ve wanted this for so long and I finally have you exactly where I’ve always wanted you,” his face in extreme close proximity to mine again. His gaze so intense, even the strongest would crumble before him. “Let me have it, let me have you. I gotta have you, please,” he nudged my nose with his and his voice strained as he begged. Begged. He was begging. He was begging for me and I don’t think I’ve ever been happier. Justin Bieber begging, pleading for me to give him what he’s always wanted. And what has he wanted? Me? Or the pleasure I could give him? In that moment, I was fine with either because the ache between my thighs was screaming at me and his begging only made it worse. I knew what I had to do, what I needed to do. I had to give him what he wants.

I didn’t have to do much since his face was already so close. So I moved my face and smashed my lips on his with all the force I had. He moaned against my lips, due to surprise? Pleasure? I didn’t know. I tilted my head to get better access to his mouth because I was extremely eager at his point. I wanted all of him and I wanted it now

He invaded my mouth with his tongue without my permission and I moaned at the contact. His tongue was dominating mine and I let him, happily. We both were breathing heavily through our noses and I tugged on his shirt, finding it extremely annoying because it was getting in my way to feel him. He pulled away momentarily and reached back to pull off his shirt, exposing his toned chest to my hungry eyes. I eyed him up and down, licking my lips and biting the lower one afterwards. I knew for a fact that my eyes were screaming lust. 

“Don’t give me that look, it makes me ache for you even more,” he growled as he backed me into the wall. He attacked my neck as my back ran into the wall and hitched my thigh on his waist. His hand travelled further up my thigh, under the hem of my dress, as he caressed it. He pinched my underwear clad ass, making me squeal. His lips were sucking my collarbone and his teeth tugging on the skin, for sure marking their territory. 

“Just fuck me already!” I moaned and moved my hips against his so he would feel how much I needed him. He hissed, and in a split second, he had picked me up and lifted me on a nearby counter. Now that I was on the counter, only then was I able to be exactly his height as he stood between my legs. His palms were flat on the counter, on either side of my legs as he leant forward to press his lips against my sternum. He trailed his kisses lower until my dress didn’t allow him to go any further. His hands moved to my back and I felt him pull the zip down. I arched a little towards him so his lips were pressed harder against my upper chest. I was desperate to feel pressure but Justin was purposely avoiding it as all I felt were his butterfly kisses. When the zip was all the way down, he lifted me up a little and removed the dress from my body completely. Now I sat before him, half naked and his darkened pupils were burning my skin. He was taking his sweet time, admiring my body since it was the first time he’d ever seen it. 

“I’ve been longing for this sight for far too long,” he whispered as his gaze wouldn’t move from my body. His hands went from caressing my thighs to caressing my sides, almost very lovingly. Love. That was something that we couldn’t mix with this. Oh no, we could never. It would make everything that we’ve built until now, go down the drain. “You’re so fucking gorgeous,” his voice so deep, it hit me right there. I shivered as his hot breath hit my skin. My desire for him was building as the seconds went by. He was going too slow for my liking. 

I reached out and tugged at his jeans. I popped the button open and pulled the zip down. I breathed heavily as I could now see his bulge peeking from underneath, all the while Justin watched me intensely. I dragged his jeans down, followed by his boxers. My lips parted as I saw his fully erect cock that stood almost right in front of me. My body reacted immediately as I let out a low moan and I was sure my underwear was completely soaked now. My gaze not moving from his dick as my hands gripped it and I felt him twitch. 

“Fuck,” he moaned as I started rubbing him slowly. He was panting as his eyes were solely trained on me. His gaze was intense as he observed the way I pleased him. His hands reached out to grab my hips as my pace quickened and his breath hitched. His lips moved to my neck, sucking the flesh once again. He hissed against my neck as he felt me squeeze him in my hand. His hand moved up to cup my neck and he moved his face so he could gaze into my eyes. “Baby, I wanna be inside of you. Please don’t make me wait any longer,” the desperation was clearly evident in his voice as he grunted because of the pleasure my hand was giving him. I loved to mess with him and maybe I would’ve teased him more if I wasn’t immensely turned on myself. I could just feel how soaked I was for him and the burning desire was rippling through me like rapid fire. And so I didn’t deny his plead; I let him undress me fully. His calloused hands gliding across my now bare body sent tingles up my spine as I longed for him to touch me somewhere else. 

My arms wrapped around his neck as I pulled him closer to me so I could feel his lips on mine once again. We both moaned at the contact and he wrapped his arms around my waist to pull my body against him so our chests were pushed together. His tongue was quick to invade my mouth as mine fought with his for dominance. He let me win this time and I explored his mouth which seemed to arouse him because I felt him twitch against my thigh. He eventually pulled away, breathing heavily to whisper in my ear, “I’m going to fuck you so good, you’ll never forget this night.“ 

His words made my breath hitch as I felt him aligning himself with my entrance. "I’m gonna hold you to that, Bieber,” I purred seductively as I caressed his cheek. He bit his lip in response as I saw hints of lust and adoration swirling in his irises. I felt him push inside of me and I cried out as he stretched me. I threw my head back as I felt Justin’s dull nails dig into my hips. He grunted as he pulled almost all the way out and plunged back in causing me to whimper at the shock of pleasure coursing through me. I regained my posture as I grabbed his face and kissed him again so I wouldn’t scream embarrassingly loud. But to my dismay, Justin pulled back, “No baby, I wanna hear you. Scream, and let everyone know who’s fucking you good,” he moaned and buried his face into my neck. My hands moved to his back and my nails clawed at his skin as, this time, I moaned out his name. 

His thrusts were becoming relentless as we both neared our orgasms. He stayed true to his word as he fucked me into oblivion which made me a moaning mess. Sweat was glistening on his forehead as his hips worked their magic. His biceps contracted as they kept him up against the counter. The sight was so sexy, it brought me even closer to my high. 

“Justin,” I groaned and tugged at his hair. “Fuck, don’t stop. It feels so good,” my lips moved to his neck and I sucked on his skin; extremely eager to leave marks so that whenever he would look at them, only I would consume his thoughts. Upon hearing my words, his thrusts only become faster and his hand moved down to my clit so he could make me cum before himself. My hips bucked upwards, trying to meet his thrusts but his hands held me in place causing me to whine a little. His lips on mine once again silenced me as I sucked on his tongue. 

He pulled away and in an instant, he pulled me off of the counter making me gasp, turned me around and pushed my upper half on the counter so my cheek and palms were against the marble. He pulled my ass back towards him and inserted himself in me from behind. He slapped my ass and the smack echoed through the room alongside our feverish moans and grunts of pleasure. “Shit baby, I feel you clenching around me. Are you close?” He growled as he continued to ram into me causing my legs to shake beneath me but his firm grip on my hips kept me steady. 

“Mhmm, s-so close. Do that again,” I moaned out and heard him chuckle as he slapped my other ass cheek. My muscles contracted around him once again and I whimpered as I felt myself extremely close to cumming. 

“I see someone likes spanking,” Justin moaned, pleased with the new found information. “Cum for me babe, let me watch you come undone,” he whispered as he thrust into me so hard that he hit my g-spot which had me seeing stars. I cried out as I let myself go. I clenched so hard which would’ve triggered Justin’s orgasm as I felt him release in me as he cursed. I was panting and quivering underneath him and I could say, I had been fucked real good. 

“So was it worth the wait?” I breathed out. 

“Most definitely,” he squeezed my ass, probably proud of himself for finding my weak point. 

Forgive me for i have been MIA for so long but i took a break since my exams were going on and after that…i kinda didn’t know how to continue with my imagines. Hopefully, i will be forgiven and hopefully this imagine makes up for it. I promise im writing the pending requests just bear with me for a while longer and don’t let this flop. On a side note, I’m back bitches!

The Magicians did THAT and it’s only Episode 3

Season Two’s premiere kicked off with the highest ratings in the series’ history, but a slow start (by slow we mean the limited amounts of action and actual spell casting in the middle of a high stakes situation) wasn’t saved by the hilarious writing and we’ve seen a drop in viewership.


Even from the beginning, this episode delivered the self-aware humor that has made this season great while also upping the level of urgency.  The cursed throne subplot was a little goofy and gave Penny too much opportunity to play the hero (no, we still don’t forgive him), but it let Margo have a shining moment and was hilarious in its own right.

The Game of Nerds Disclaimer:  If cursed do not try that trick at home because  A) dangerous to get the timing right without brain damage B) that was way too much adrenaline.  Please see a licensed witch doctor to remove any and all curses.

Somehow The Magicians took the a light hearted scene about regicide and transitioned into a HIGHLY traumatizing scene with Reynard torturing Marina.  Nothing about this scene was okay, except it was somehow executed perfectly for what it was…even if we don’t condone it.

But there were plenty of other things The Magicians executed perfectly this episode:


1) Margo busting Quentin’s balls every other line

2) Marina’s perfectly acted role…she didn’t deserve what happened and we will miss her.

3) Cacodemons everywhere

4) The really bad ass amped up first year spell shield 

5) The Major Arcana

6) The Niffin transformation–from acting to sfx it was FLAWLESS

7) Olivia Dudley’s shrieks of pain, and her spot on portrayal of Alice

8)  Martin Chatwin’s demise.  We won’t miss him.

8)  The plot change from the books where Quentin kills Alice

Things we wish didn’t happen this episode:

1) Quentin’s speech before the final battle where he SELFISHLY compromises Alice’s emotions.

2) The really confusing timeline–how long had they been at Brakebills?  What about the time difference with Fillory?

3) The kitty….

4)  The kitties owner…

5)  Reynard is still alive

6)  The blade is gone

7) Defecating in the wellspring so the world is actually going to go to shit?  Gross and a little too silly

8) The implication that Quentin’s cacodemon could stop Alice in niffin state after she killed Martin seems like a reach  

Do YOU think the gray cloud demon could kill the Alicia Key’s Girl on Fire cosplay?!

Even if The Magicians never tops this episode we are dedicated to seeing where it goes after all of this juicy setup, and everything and anything they do was worth getting this scene

And everyone needs to watch for the episode where Reynard finally gets what he deserves.  And we will gif that moment for you to watch again and again.

Black Panthers vs. “Co-opting” struggles

From Black Against Empire:

[Begin Quotation]

The Party also keenly understood that the Black Liberation Struggle needed nonblack allies, particularly progressive white allies. An editorial in the Black Panther explained why this alliance was important: The increasing isolation of the black radical movement from the white radical movement was a dangerous thing, playing into the power structure’s game of divide and conquer. We feel that in taking the step of making the coalition with the Peace and Freedom Party, we have altered the course of history on a minor, but important level.”

From its inception, the Black Panther Party had embraced both an uncompromising commitment to black liberation and a principled rejection of a separatist black politics. The coalition with the Peace and Freedom Party, which a number of black nationalists criticized, illustrated both. Explaining the Party’s position to its expanding black base was critical. “Because our Party has the image of an uncompromising stand against the oppression of the white power structure on Black people, we could take this step without getting shot down with the charge of selling out.”

As the Black Panther Party promoted the “Free Huey!” campaign, it built on emerging alliances with students and white antiwar activists, advancing an anti-imperialist political ideology that linked the oppression of antiwar protestors to the oppression of blacks and Vietnamese. Bobby Seale elaborated this position at a January 28, 1968, rally at UC Berkeley supporting students who had been arrested during Stop the Draft Week. Citing Newton’s article “On the Functional Definition of Politics,” Seale spoke to the crowd about self-defense power and the parallels between the Vietnamese and the black American liberation struggles. He pointed out that the antidraft students were locked up right alongside Huey Newton in the Alameda County jail. He made common cause with the students, arguing that the antiwar demonstrators faced a plight like that of the black community:

Black people have protested police brutality. And many of you thought we were jiving, thought we didn’t know what we were talking about, because many Black people in the community probably couldn’t answer your questions articulately. But now you are experiencing this same thing. When you go down in front of the draft [board], when you go over and you demonstrate in front of Dean Rusk, those pig cops will come down and brutalize your heads just like they brutalized the heads of black people in the black community. We are saying now that you can draw a direct relationship that is for real and that is not abstract anymore: you don’t have to abstract what police brutality is like when a club is there to crush your skull; you don’t have to abstract what police brutality is like when there is a vicious service revolver there to tear your flesh; you can see in fact that the real power of the power structure maintaining its racist regime is manifested in its occupying troops, and is manifested in its police department—with guns and force.

The new approach to draft resistance was compelling because of its universality. The black anti-imperialism championed by SNCC compared the plight of blacks in the United States with the plight of the Vietnamese and others throughout the world who were waging struggles against colonialism and imperialism. At SNCC’s invitation, student antiwar activists came to see themselves as fighting for their own liberation from the American empire. The imperial machinery of war that was inflicting havoc abroad was forcing America’s young to kill and die for a cause many did not believe in. Young activists came to see the draft as an imposition of empire on themselves just as the war was an imposition of empire on the Vietnamese.

SDS leader Greg Calvert encapsulated this emerging view in the idea of “revolutionary consciousness” in a widely influential speech at Princeton University that February. Arguing that students themselves were revolutionary subjects, Calvert sought to distinguish radicals from liberals, and he advanced “revolutionary consciousness” as the basis for a distinct and superior morality: “Radical or revolutionary consciousness … is the perception of oneself as unfree, as oppressed—and finally it is the discovery of oneself as one of the oppressed who must unite to transform the objective conditions of their existence in order to resolve the contradiction between potentiality and actuality. Revolutionary consciousness leads to the struggle for one’s own freedom in unity with others who share the burden of oppression.” 

The speech marked a watershed in the New Left’s self-conception. Coming to see itself as part of the global struggle of the Vietnamese against American imperialism and the black struggle against racist oppression, the New Left rejected the status quo as fundamentally immoral and embraced the morality of revolutionary challenge. From this vantage point, the Vietnam War was illegitimate, and draft resistance was an act of revolutionary heroism.

[End Quotation]

How different the discourse of the Black Panthers is from much of today’s activism, with its concerns for “co-opting” struggles, for parsing actions down to discrete authentic groups, for emphasizing the special and distinct nature of each struggle, incommensurable with any other group’s oppression, even when they are locked up in the same cells.

The revolutionaries of a previous generation thought exactly the opposite: the struggle must broaden, and the way to do that was to identify common oppressions, and further, to identify oneself as oppressed. This absolutely did not mean co-optation – the Black Panthers never abandoned black liberation, they simply understood that it would require a global revolutionary movement uniting many oppressed people against racist imperialism. They aligned with other groups who were on board with these politics – which meant breaking ties with reformist black organizations. The authors also stress how the Black Panthers actually led the antiwar movement: they pioneered draft resistance tactics, and agitated on college campuses, emboldening a moribund student left.

We touch I feel a rush
We clutch
It isn’t much but its enough to make me wonder what’s in store for us
It’s lust its torturous,
You must be a sorceress ‘cause you just did the impossible
Gained my trust don’t play games it’ll be dangerous, if you fuck me over
‘Cause if I get burnt I'ma show you what it’s like to hurt
'Cause I’ve been treated like dirt before you and love is “evol”
Spell it backwards I’ll show ya

Nobody knows me I’m cold, walk down this road all alone
It’s no ones fault but my own, it’s the path I’ve chosen to go
Frozen as snow I show no emotion whatsoever so
Don’t ask me why I have no love for these mofuckin’ hos
Bloodsucking succubuses, what the fuck is up with this,
I’ve tried in this department but
I ain’t had no luck with this,
It sucks but it’s exactly what I thought it would be like tryin’ to start over
I gotta hole in my heart for some kind of emotional rollercoaster
Something I wont go until you toy with my emotion so it’s over
It’s like an explosion every time I hold ya, I wasn’t jokin’ when I told ya
You take my breathe away
Your a supernova, and I’m a

I’m a space bound rocket ship and your heart’s the moon
And I’m aiming right at you
Right at you
Two hundred fifty thousand miles on a clear night in June
And I’m aiming right at you
Right at you
Right at you

I’ll do whatever it takes, when I’m with you I get the shakes
My body aches when I ain’t
With you I have zero strength
There’s no limit on how far I would go
No boundaries no lengths
Why do we say that until we get that person that we think is
Gonna be that one and then once we get 'em it’s never the same
You want them when they don’t want you, soon as they do, feelings change
It’s not a contest and I ain’t on no conquest for no mate
I wasn’t looking when I stumbled onto you, must’ve been fate
But so much is at stake what the fuck does it take,
Let’s cut to the chase, 'fore a door shuts in your face
Promise me if I cave in and break and leave myself open, that I wont be makin’ a mistake

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Celebrate the Harmony Festival with Free Pies and Free Stuff!
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Heya Elpeeps! Spring has sprung and a new season has begun! Some of you may still be looking for a sign of spring or you may be experiencing a little too much sun. Either way, you can safely go back to your computer before you strain your eyes. Phew! Now, here at Elsword there’s none of that dangerous spring sun burning your eyes. You can enjoy spring and all its activities at the comforts of your own home. We also have something Angelic at the Item Mall for tomorrow!

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Shall We Dance?

Mustang and Hawkeye understood danger. But they were rather fond of a particularly dangerous game that no one would stop them from playing. Fourth prompt for Royai Week ‘15, “Understanding”. Happy Royai Day! This is a different style of writing for me, so I hope y’all like it!

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