its insane how perfect she is

Birthday wishes- Justin bieber imagine(mature)

In which he receives his birthday present. BTW, i need to chill.

“Y/N!” I call out for her as I sit against the headboard waiting for her to come out of the bathroom and show me her ‘costume’ already. It was my birthday today and she insisted she’ll give me a surprise tonight. She pops her head out slightly from the door, smiling at me. She suddenly jumps out with her hands in the air.

“Ta-Da” she says, grinning.

“So sexy,” I mutter, my mind not comprehending anything else but the angel standing in front of me.

My eyes scan her from bottom to top, not believing how amazing she looked and at the fact that she was all mine.

She raises her hands to cover her face and shakes her head rapidly, “this is so embarrassing.”

“Come here,” I say, extending both of my arms out, signalling for her to come. She drops her hands to her side and stares at me, slightly blushing.

“I hate you,” she whines as she crawls up the end of bed and begins to look at me with those seductive eyes. I glance down at her chest for second, wanting nothing but to rip the tiny black outfit off her body already. She didn’t know how incredibly sexy and cute she was, she drove me insane at everything little thing she does.

Not being able to keep my hands longer, I impatiently lunge myself at her body, like a lion darting at its prey. I hug her tiny body and flip her underneath me. I stare at her face. I notice the way her hair flew into a large mess, the way her face looked so amazingly perfect or the way her eyes made me fall in love with her every time I look into then was so crazy to even comprehend into words. 

I begin to graze down at her, my eyes traveling all over her body and up to her gorgeous face. She smiles at me. I stare at her lips, so amazingly kissable, making me want to bite down on it so hard until it bleeds. I shake my thoughts out of head as I rewind back to pleasuring Y/N.

As quick as a bullet, I quickly begin to kiss down on her neck, sucking her delicate skin. I slowly make my way to her chest. I slowly pull her lacey black bra down, exposing her perfect shoulders. Literally every bit of her body was breathtakingly beautiful. I continue to slowly pull it further, now revealing her perky mounds. I lower my head until it was levelled with her chest. I take her left nipple between my lips and gently bite down on it, poking it with my tongue. I gaze up in her direction, not wanting to miss her reaction. Her bottom lip is harshly taken between her teeth, her eyes shut completely, hands gripping the white bed sheets tightly and her heart beating rapidly against my head.

“Mhmm,” I mutter purposely against her, lips still teasing her erect nubs. The vibrations of my voice, startle her, causing her to let out a muffled whine. Although it was suppose to be my birthday, seeing Y/N struggle against my touch was more pleasurable than anything else. After a few minutes of teasing, i decide to bring it up a notch and leave her breasts and begin to kiss down her stomach. I look up to her face and sees her eyes staring back at mine, following my every move. Loving her attention on me, it makes me eager to please her even more.

Soon, my face is levelled with her lower body. I lean down and peck both of her thighs lightly, purposely avoiding her area. I could feel her eyes sending daggers at me, wanting nothing but to get her way. I gently kiss her through the black lace, feeling her dampness agasint my lips.

“Ugh,” she sighs as her legs quickly wraps them around me neck, holding me into a headlock position. I smirk at her impatient actions. I grip the back of her thighs gently and look up to her, not giving her what she wants just yet.

“Tell me baby,” I begin to say, blowing my hot breath against her core as I speak, “What do you want?”

“Justi-n,” she whines out my name, her voice sounding out of breath. I grin mechanically but still continue to tease her to the max by ignoring her whine and kissing the inside of her thighs instead, avoiding the spot where she needed me the most. Loving the control I had over body, I grip her thighs a bit tighter and asks her the same question, forcing an answer out of her sweet mouth. She doesn’t reply, biting on her bottom lip harshly. So I retract my mouth away from her all at once, testing her next move.

“Please Justin,” she instantly breathes out, “fuck me.”

Happy with the response i wanted to hear, I begin to pull her panties down and slide them down her legs with my fingers. I look up to see her, her expression looking so dazed and hot, making wanting to stop this game and fuck her continuously with her moaning out my name continuously. I begin to slowly pull her legs apart, to open them to my hungry eyes. I grip the inside of her thighs, slowly separating them. I can feel her hesitation as she keeps her legs still, not cooperating with me.

“Don’t be shy, baby.” I say in a warming tone, hoping she would listen to me. “Open your legs for me Y/N.”

I look up to her face. She looks nervous and shy, her eyes slanting down with an worried expression. I lower my head down between her legs, keeping eye contact as i do and slowly began to blow my warm breath against her delicous core. She stares down at me, focusing on the every move. I stick my tongue out, licking her with the tip of my tongue. She bites down on her bottom him harshly, instantly closing her eyes. I slowly lick her up, tasting her sweet juices on my tastebuds as I slowly began to separate her legs for me once more. Her core was so delicious, making me want to taste every bit of her, wanting me to eat her up everyday just for my own pleasure.

“That’s it baby girl,” I groan, watching her squirm under my touch. Her facials are so intense and sexy, making me want to cum instantly. I reach down with my left hand and pull down my grey sweat pants, along with my boxers in one swift motion. The strain of the material isn’t present anymore, making me groan in satisfaction. I look between her luscious core, wet and ready for me and my aching stiff member, begging for attention. I struggle to hold my my need for her as i began to glide my hands along my shaft. I felt so turned on, precum started to be visible as it began to appear at my tip. Without thinking, I slam into her core, taking not only her by surprise but myself as well. I was so ready for her I couldn’t hold back a second longer. I feel relief as I feel her warm tight muscle around me, sending me off into paradise.

“So fucking good,” I breath out breathlessly, the pleasure sucking my breath out of my lunges. I open my eyes to find Y/N staring right back at me. She smiles teasingly, “Justin,” she laughs. “I didn’t know you needed me that much,” she giggles as she continues to laugh at my neediness.

I start to feel anger bubble up into me as she still hasn’t stopped. “Keep these above your head,” I deeply growl at her, still slightly embarrassed at my actions, I narrow my eyes at her, warning her further. I keep her arms above her head in a tight hold, gripping me harshly with my left hand.

“You’re hurting me,” she whines softly. I ignore her pleas as I violently slam my stiff hard length into her, sterching her tight core instantly. The feeling of her tight walls rubbing against me was more to make myself let go but I hold tight onto my orgasm, wanting to bring Y/N closer first. I take my bottom lip between my teeth, holding in my desperate groans needing to be released as I continue to move myself inside of Y/N as quick as I could. Her presence made me feel weak and made me fall apart instantly, now it was me begging for her instead. I watch down at her, her eyes shut tightly, her pink lips slightly open with nothing but heavy breathing to be heard. She looks so sexy yet so vulnerable. I love seeing her like this, it made me proud to see her squirming under my body and i wanted to keep seeing her like this, like a video on replay.

I let her arms free as I reach out with my fingers and began to rub her erect nubs, wanting to bring her closer to the edge. Her voice begins to shake in pleasure as begins to let out heavy pants.

“Oh my go-d,” she barely lets out, her voice sounds so erotic and sweet, singing sensationally to my ears.

I start to feel the intense heat as i felt sweat rising against my forehead, back and chest.

I could suddenly feel my orgasm approaching earlier than I thought, I glance at Y/N to see her eyes shut closed, her hands grabbing the white linen sheets, tugging on dear life. She begins to shake her body. Her core begins to pulse my member, making me feel out of this world as she lets go, her juice leaking out of her core and down the insides of her thighs. I close my eyes tightly at the sight, so eortic as it plays in my head again. The feeling of her muscles, squeezing my shaft tightly, so wet and amazing, makes myself let go. I start to enter her sloppily as my pace become unsteady. I pull out of her. I open my eyes to see her face sweaty and hair wild like she just woke up. She looked so sexy as she lays there with large eyes gleaming back into mine.

“I love you,” I say seriously.

She smiles slyly at me, “Happy birthday,” she cheers before leaving her head off the pillow and pecking my lips.


One of the reasons I think I like Emma Watson’s voice so much is because of how simple it is. She doesn’t hit insane notes like Paige O'Hara did. Although Paige has a beautiful voice and made the perfect Belle, I don’t think Belle necessarily needs to be a perfect singer. She is a country girl. She wears simple dresses and likes to read in her spare time. Belle isn’t a princess (well, not initially), she doesn’t like extravagant things. Belle likes books and Belle likes flowers. She grew up in a small village, although she wants much more than this provincial life. Belle is someone many people can probably relate to because of this. She isn’t necessarily special. She’s beautiful and intelligent, and independent to a fault, but she doesn’t have magical glowing hair or turn into a frog or have a pumpkin change into a carriage for her. Belle is, in essence, just a farm girl, and even though Emma admittedly isn’t the strongest singer, she has a rather nice voice and I think it fits the part of Belle very well.

and I like how she lowers the key so I have a better chance at hitting the notes

anonymous asked:

Her body is so perfect, her boobs are huge and they drive me insane. I love feeling them when we're making out. I love leaving hickeys on her neck, I love that all her friends tease her about it and they all know I was the one who made it. I love when she wears crops tops and jeans because her tummy pops outs and its both the hottest and cutest thing ever. Her legs are so big, I love how tiny I feel next to her. She is the most perfect person I've ever met.


Okay, so, when smoakingenius aka Katie and I were working on the Season 4 Mega Theory where we basically talk about how Season 4 is going to go, covering every possible thing our brains could come up with, we encountered a question that we believed deserved a post of its own.

Now, like everything we write, this is the ball-out-of-the-park kind of crazy. Like, really really crazy and still, when I mentioned this to Katie, being the perfect soul sister that she is, she jumped and we rolled on like insane, and actually managed to get quite some logic behind this. So, consider yourself warned.

There is one BIG chance that this is completely irrational but there might be a chance this isn’t. And also keep in mind, this one is assuming everything else in the mega theory is true because this is like a part of that one. So, if you are curious and still wish to continue down this madness lane, here you go.

Isabel Rochev is Damian Darhk’s daughter.

Okay, don’t give us the wide eyes and incredulous looks yet. Read on and see why we strongly believe so.

What we know about Isabel Rochev :

We first saw her in 2x01 “City of Heroes” on the show, as the VP of Stellmore International, having an interest in the Queen Empire to, if Felicity’s words are true (which they mostly are), dismantle it.

We see her as a sharp, powerful business woman with a hostile and patronizing attitude to Oliver and a willingness to win, by her own admission.  At her young age of only 28/29, she’s managed to not only become a successful as a CEO, but she’s also garnered a reputation for hostile takeovers. That’s quite impressive.

In the first ten episodes, two things about Isabel became clear- she hated having Oliver as a partner like scum beneath her heels, and she disregarded Felicity in the same way.

Another thing that we were told about her was that she was originally Russian and she dropped her accent to meld with the society.

Over the last half of the season, her character came out and things about her are revealed.

  • She took the company right from under Oliver’s nose when he was worried about Slade and Thea.
  • She had had a serious affair with Robert Queen, Oliver’s father, so serious that they had almost run away together. But Thea being injured had stopped them and Robert shoved her out of his life after that. ( It’s also important to note that she was more than likely just 18 at the time.)
  • She knew all along about Thea being Malcolm’s child. (Robert told her?)
  • She was working with Slade Wilson, and from the way she behaved around him and the way she reacted when Sebastian Blood mentioned Shado, a woman she had not known of, it is a strong possibility that they were more than just partners, but lovers.
  • She was shot by Digg but brought back when Slade injected her with the Mirakuru.
  • And she was killed by Nyssa in the finale.

These are the things we already know because the writers have told us this.

Now, let’s get on with what Katie and I have theorized. We both strongly believe that Isabel is Damian’s daughter. To go about it, let’s look at the two obvious connections between the two - Slade Wilson and Felicity Smoak.

Isabel and Slade

To quote the Season 4 Mega Theory.

How did Slade survive the freighter and the arrow to his eye and also manage to get back to the mainland? Who rescued him? (And Jack Sparrow’s “It was turtle’s, mate” won’t cut shit here).
He came back as this man dressed to the nines, and he had an in with the Queen family as an investor for Moira Queen’s political campaign as Mayor, driving an expensive car and getting expensive Australian Rum. Also, he got Isabel Rochev to work with him. Where did he meet her, and how did they devise the plan? He was loaded with money when he came back. Where did all that money come from?
Is it possible that after losing one of his top scientists, Anthony Ivo, along with all of his work on Mirakuru, perhaps Damian sent HIVE to the Island to recover whatever they could? And what they found was Slade? Maybe Damian rehabilitated Slade with the purpose of getting the Mirakuru from his system? Funding him in his revenge on Oliver because Damian himself had a vendetta against him (more on that below) is not too improbable.

Slade getting off the island and Slade getting so much money are two plot points that the writers have never addressed and they are glaring enough that they will be. These questions have bothered us for a while and we established that Slade was being financed by Damian Darhk, who saved him from the island. Meeting Isabel could have come through Damian/ HIVE itself, because how does the VP of Stellmore even get in touch with a man dying of Mirakuru on Lian Yu?

Also, this is where Katie pointed out to me that Isabel’s alter ego in the comics, Ravager, is a contractor of HIVE.  Katie said and I quote, “Why make her Ravager when Isabel is a comic book character of her own? They made her Ravager because of her connection to HIVE.” It is also interesting to note that Slade’s wife in the comics is connected to HIVE. Could it be possible that the writers played on both by making these two lovers?

While doing our research, we also came across a lot of theories from back when Isabel was brought on the show, that she was based on Rose Wilson, the illegitimate daughter of Slade Wilson. We cut that theory for this for a few reasons.

The writers have already name dropped Slade’s son in season 1. Then why would they make Isabel his daughter, have them work closely for a year, and never mention it at all, and then why make then have the lovers (creepy as it is) vibes? It doesn’t make sense.

You know what does make sense? The writers spinning this on its head and in fact, making Isabel Damian’s illegitimate child. We all know that Season 4 deals with Russia big time. In the short number of things we know about Isabel, why include the fact that she was Russian? Only to give Isabel and Oliver something to sleep over (which we will get back to in detail)? Nah. To quote Katie, “It was a completely meaningless character trait to mention.” Unless there was some meaning to it.

Also, the writers including her going to Russia with them feels like something more than her just being a pain in the butt. There was more to it than just “what happens in Russia stays in Russia”.

Which brings us to

Isabel and Felicity

There are two instances where the writers have raised red flags connecting these two.

1. 2x06 “Keep Your Enemies Closer”

This is the episode that these guys go to Russia in order to save Lyla. it is a very Diggle-centric episode (which might be another important fact to remember for later) but there are other things happening that need to be focused upon.

Isabel and Oliver sleep together. Katie said, and I quote, “I think what some people will counter this with is that sometimes people just anger bang.” No arguments there since Oliver had trouble at this time to keep it in his pants, except this is Isabel Rochev we are talking about.

Pause and think about this. Isabel Rochev is, if anything is to be believed, first and foremost a cunning business woman. Mixing business and pleasure is something she abhors (since that is why she looks down upon Oliver’s and Felicity’s relationship, at least until this point on the show). So tell me, why would a woman so strict about this sleep with Oliver Queen, the man she had despised from day 1 and thinks is nothing but a nuisance (and don’t tell me for one second that it is because of the sexual attraction because nah).

Also bring into consideration why she would sleep with Oliver when she is supposedly in love with his father, and working with Slade to destroy Oliver’s life?

Keep this in mind.

2. 2x22 “Streets of Fire”

Isabel has been injected with Mirakuru and is holding up sword swords. Digg is on the ground. And this happens.

AND BAM! She is hit by Felicity in the van.

This was the scene that made red flags go up in my head like nothing else. Why?

By this point in the season, we know what Mirakuru does to people- it makes them fixate. We all knew that Isabel had disliked Felicity but the extent of that hatred, the intensity of that hatred became naked after she was injected with the serum. Which only implies that this had been something that had been present inside her for a very long time and she had only been suppressing it.

The writers have repeatedly told us that they regularly cut scenes in every episode due to time constraints. But they included this scene. Included this dialogue. Only to have it be cut-off mid sentence by Felicity herself. Why do that? Why include it at all only to have it cut off unless there was a point? (And yes, we know SA’s head canon is that he accidentally said Felicity’s name while screwing Isabel.)

Why does Isabel hate Felicity so much?

We believe that Felicity Smoak is Damian Darhk’s daughter (see Season 4 Mega Theory for details). We know that Isabel had a rough childhood and is originally Russian. We believe that Damian infiltrated the Bratva and has significant ties to Russia. We also believe that she met Slade through HIVE (and HIVE saved him and financed him) and the writers played upon her comic character as Ravager, a contractor of HIVE.

Damian Darhk, we believe, may have left Felicity behind but he loves her in his own way and has kept an eye on her all this time, protecting her. Isabel hates Felicity.

What if it is plain old sibling rivalry (because Damian didn’t show her that same compassion)? Seeing how much love Damian has for Felicity, a girl who doesn’t even know he exists, while she, the daughter who supports him, is sidelined might have caused this extensive hatred.

Upon meeting Slade, a man driven by his need to run Oliver to the ground, she might have seen a way of hitting two birds with one stone- destroying Oliver and Felicity, both the offspring that the men she loved chose over her.

This also puts the night she slept with Oliver in Russia under a new light. Isabel had seen the way Felicity had Oliver’s attention. Russia was her own way of claiming what was Felicity’s in her head, before Felicity could have it. Cool and calculating as she is, she did that in hopes of not only driving a wedge between Oliver and Felicity, and making her own self feel better by having Oliver (as objectifying as it sounds) before Felicity could.

Also, what was the real purpose of Isabel going to Russia? Only to sleep with Oliver to make Felicity jealous? Really? And they needed to travel all the way to Russia to do it? No. If Isabel is Damian’s daughter and thus connected to HIVE like we believe, wouldn’t showing up in the same city as Diggle- when he’s about to break into a prison where Deadshot (the only man who knows the truth about Andy’s death) was being held- be a tad suspicious? And coincidentally, this is the same exact episode when Diggle finds out that Andy wasn’t even the target…yea, just let that sink in…

Isabel suppressed her hate of Felicity from Damian (because if he is as bent on protecting Felicity as we believe, he would not have let Isabel near her) and from everyone, making it seem just as a disregard for her position as Executive Assistant and nothing more. But once injected with the Mirakuru, she was unable to hold it back any longer. She unleashed that hatred for her.

Another thing that had always bothered me was how did Slade never know about Oliver’s closeness with Felicity if Isabel saw it so clearly and was working with him? One explanation for this can be that Damian had told them Felicity was off limits. According to Sebastian Blood, the plan had been to scare the people not kill them, right until the very end when Slade defied the order. So, I am pretty sure that is what Slade did with Felicity as well. He defied the order after Isabel died.

Oh, and amidst the theme of brothers and sisters and family drama, this would fit in seamlessly. 

Oh, and Katie and I laughed like crazy thinking about Oliver doing sisters if this does happen. Imagine the shade Felicity would throw at him. Lol 

Oh, and remember who killed Isabel? It was so deliberate on the part of the writers. Nyssa. Daughter of Ra’s Al Ghul kills daughter of Damian Darhk. Yup. Let that stew in your head for a while.

So, how crazy is this?

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I hope that she is passionate, and says she loves more than she hates. I hope that she can hold you and pull you out of your lowest of lows and make you want to be a better man. I hope that when the sun rises in the sky and your sleepless little eyes once again open to the sight of dew and a beautiful lady that you don’t think about my powerful coffee addiction and my ability to count ribs at the most inappropriate of times. I hope that her eyes gleam when she wears that shirt and that not for one instant does It cross your mind how entangled in it I spent my days. I hope that she plays with your perfect little earrings rather than getting her hair stuck in them in the midst of an almost drunken frenzy of lilac scented granules.
I hope that she shifts your world from its very axis, and that you never let the passionate insanity creep too close. I hope that she is entirely fucking sane and in control of it, and that when she’s lost you don’t think about how you’d talk me down from the high and gleaming mountains of sadness I kept bared on my scarred little shoulders. I hope that her morning breath smells sweet like fruit and that you never once miss the taste of stale cigarettes on my too rough lips.
But most of all, I hope that despite her perfection for you; an old song, a glimpse of a shitty car, roller coaster rides, hints of lace and deep rooted pessimism make you think for just one instant about how you could have woken up next to someone filled with sickening passion. I hope it makes you think of overplayed music and a promise of peace and shades of blue. I hope that despite your love for her, sometimes, just sometimes, your mind flashes back to all of our stupid adventures, deep talks, and red marks lining flesh like a gift wrapped explosive.
—  We are toxic and so are tonight’s thoughts.