just because i was thinking of her when i made the s

I’m just horrified because I thought I had you blocked? Apparently you made a new blog. My favorite thing is the ‘you never dated her’ accusation. Gaslighting? Gaslighting. You don’t have to meet someone online to date them. It’s… online… for a reason. Also, once again, I have never ONCE mentioned when I’m leaving for bootcamp on THIS BLOG, aka that leads me to think you’re also stalking my other blog. 

anonymous asked:

I don't understand why they made her look so stupid though, he literally said 'I use people' it's not like he even tried that hard to conceal the bullshit. Now she looks even more stupid because she's actually all surprised and then add to that she is acting the victim when she took the word of a drunk and broken person. I'm hoping ED don't think we're that stupid but I think they do.

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It is why I am just so /shrug/ about it because IT MAKES NO SENSE. 

Originally posted by gameraboy

I’m excited for next episode because early on in the anime I complained that Tohru’s instant and unwavering loyalty of Kobayashi was incongruent with the rest of her character, but the anime has treated us RIGHT the past few episodes, so I’m actually optimistic that they’ll give a good explanation when they go over how Kobayashi & Tohru first met.

My guess is that Kobayashi inadvertently did more than just save Tohru’s life, but gave her a chance at a new one. Tohru was probably more unhappy than she’d willingly admit before she met Kobayashi, but never really questioned the way things were. Until Kobayashi came along and made her think maybe they could be different, and maybe she wanted that all along.

Barron hears the commotion and rushes to the room:

- What’s up? What happened?

Bristol: The stupid cat…

He stops what he is about to say as Terra shoots him a cold look. He knows his sister does not approve of what he did. Why in the world does she always have to be so good?

Bristol: I tripped over the cat. But it’s fine now.

Barron: Oh, really? Well, be careful, you two. 

Terra: Hey, Dad? When is our next lesson with Sage? I want to show her my last made potions, because I think I’ve made a few mistakes.

Barron: Next week, but don’t worry too much about it. She did tell you it’s natural to be making mistakes at your age, after all. And you’re doing fine. As is Bristol, he just needs to focus a little more.

Terra: Oh, he focuses, alright. Just not on the right things.

anonymous asked:

Hi J, I’m an aged out foster-kid, and I’ve been in a pretty good relationship for the past year but lately I’ve been having a little trouble with anxiety and ptsd. My gf knows my history, and she says she understands, but the other day I flinched, like a small bit, when she held out her hand. It was just a reflex, you know? But she lectured me for like 30 mins about not trusting her and what did you think I was going to hit you and when have I ever threatened you etc, and it broke my heart {{

{{ because she’s right, you know, she’s put up with me, and I feel like such a bad gf. But I think it might have made it worse, because now I’m afraid of making her upset again, and I don’t know how to stop flinching when she comes close. And, how do I ask her not to do certain things when in the middle of? Last time I asked she just said ”aww, but I love how you react when I do X.” and did it again.             

Oh my darling, your responses make perfect sense, and you have done absolutely nothing wrong. You are perfect, and you are allowed to have your trauma responses. You are allowed, and you are valid and you are real. You are not a bad girlfriend in the slightest. I wonder if the two of you can come up with a system – when you’re both calm – for when you flinch, for example. Like, if it makes her feel things (which is obviously does), perhaps instead of giving you a lecture, she can walk away from a few moments to calm herself down, or something else to release her feelings that won’t hurt you like this? In terms of stopping certain things, it does not matter if she likes how you react to X. It does not matter at all. You have every right – always, for any and every and no reason – to not ask, but tell, her to stop and to not do something. You have every right to assert what you need, you have every right to have your boundaries respected. I am so proud of you for trying to assert yourself and protect yourself (which, by the way, trauma responses like flinching are), and please remember that you are not alone and you are absolutely perfect. I’m sending you so much love, darling – you deserve everything good, don’t forget that <3 <3 <3

I found out from a treatment buddy that D has the canvas I painted for her on her desk right next to her computer and this made my day SO much brighter because that (probably) means she likes it and thinks about me sometimes because it’s not like she put it there for me to see when I come in (because I’m 9 hours away so…). Like, she didn’t put it there just to make me feel better.
My heart is so happy.

You know I just love this woman.

She hasn’t even met the man for more than a couple hours but she has already given him a loving nickname, like he’s part of the family.

She cooks for him.

Also she made it EXTRA-LARGE, I’m sure not everybody gets that special treatment.

“An extra-large for the handsome russian boy.”

And just look how delighted she gets when Victor praises her food. She’s just the perfect mother in law.

And never forget this.

She looks so proud, so pleased, and you know most parents want their kids to find someone who’ll take care of them the same way they did, because their kids are their treasures, they are what they consider most precious in their lifes. And she knows her son has finally found the one, he has finally got to meet the man who’ll treasure him above everything, and I think she knew it since Victor walk through their door… You know, how moms have this sixth sense about people, and more when it involves friends or lovers.

That smile, she’s a proud mom, and she knows his son now has someone who will be sure to hold him up even in the hardest of times.

Now imagine them both coming back to Hasetsu after the grand prix… and having to explain the rings, their engagement, and the future date for their wedding. Imagine her joy. Imagine her with her future grandchildren, I don’t know I just love her too dam much.

Bonus:

“An ecstatic smol mom, skipping after listening to his future son in law praise her cooking skills.”

Since my sister has publicly come out as Ace, let me tell you the best joke she made:

So, last November, I was driving to Denver with my sister, when she told me she identified as Asexual and felt that I should know.  I think she was expecting me to ask a bunch of weird questions because she literally pulled out notes, but I got to be “Nah, it’s all good and I’m glad you feel safe enough to some out.” and since there wasn’t much more to say, we went back to swearing at the shitty drivers on I-25.

Two exits later, it occurred to me that I hadn’t actually seen my sister for a year prior and might have forgotten to come out to her when I was doing it last March.  “Just to be clear- you know I’m Bi, right?”

“OH MY GOD.” she howls, making me almost plow into a pickup in surprise.  “YOU’RE EITHER AND I’M NEITHER.”  

I had to pull over I started laughing to hard.

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I bring this up because 1. She just publicly came out and 2. SHE MADE US MATCHING SHIRTS FOR THE NEXT PRIDE.  I LOVE IT.

i found this and please just read hussies comments on vriska because im almost in tears i cant believe ive never seen this before…. shes my FAVE and i will eat up literally any commentary made abt her 

When I was about to launch into the Hivebent arc, I thought one cool opportunity that presented was to introduce a very major character out of nowhere, who we had literally no foreknowledge of other than one shot of a strange looking horn cropped off panel. The entire profile of this character was always meant to be “someone who is in some way involved with practically everything", and the scorpio sign seemed suited to this. This aspect of her profile was conveyed up front in her introduction, and hammered repeatedly with almost every scene she’s been in. Hivebent was a good introduction to the ways in which she entangles herself nefariously with everything, and slowly but surely, this has been revealed to be the case in the main plotline. It was unclear before, and indeed unclear that this was even a question that needed to be answered, because she had not been introduced yet. And personally, I think there's something kind of exciting which that proposition injects into a story.

Before Hivebent, most of the trolls were portrayed as incompetent at trolling. And when the roster was expanded, the question was begged: are any of these trolls any good at trolling? So part of her profile was also to serve as the ultimate troll. Karkat was an effective troll insofar as he was loud and angry and obnoxious, but that’s about as far as it went. Vriska was designed to be a good troll in the purest sense of the word. She gets people legitimately riled up. Both in the story, and even more importantly, outside it. There is no other troll, or really even any other aspect of Homestuck, which generates more debate. This was intentional, and continues to be. 

Zimbits Kid HCs.  Because I can’t stop thinking about them.

  • She wears Jack’s jersey like…all the time.  Her pre-school has made an exception and lets her wear her tiny-sized #1 under her polo
  • She mimicks Jack’s walk
  • And his accent
  • She speaks a random mash-up of French and English, “Daddy je veux some peanut butter and jam, s’il te plaît.”
  • She eats a pre-game PB&J with Jack every game day.  They’re cut into four triangles, peanut butter on both sides of bread, jam in the middle.
  • It’s always strawberry.
  • It’s always Bitty’s homemade.
  • They also go in her lunches for school.
  • She calls Eric Bits when she wants to get her way, just like she watches Jack do.  “Bits, come on,” she drawls in an imitation of Jack’s voice.  “I just want some ice cream, kay?”
  • She skates every morning at eight o’clock, making figure 8s and dragging her stick behind her.
  • She sits with Jack in the morning, her tiny butt in the second sink, and uses a razor Bitty removed the blade from, and she shaves her face just like Jack does.
  • Her jerseys hang in the closet between Jack’s, and Bitty’s Falconers’ Hoodies.
  • She makes finger-paint signs to hold up at Jack’s games, and she gets a through the glass kiss every single time.
  • Most of Jack’s Instagram is photos of Bitty and their daughter wearing matching shades, her hair in compliated plaits held together with brightly coloured bobbles they both learnt through endless youtube tutorials.
  • She’s learnt to mimic Jack’s smile exactly.
  • At night, she sits on her bed between Jack and Bitty, thumb in her mouth, curling her fingers round her hair as Bitty does all the voices.
  • She kisses them both, then pats her daddy on the cheek and says, “Nigh-night, Bits.”
  • He glares at Jack, but also he’s afraid that this stage will pass and some day he’ll just become Dad, the afterthought.
  • Jack sees the way she looks at Eric, with the same amount of love in her eyes that Jack has, and he doesn’t worry about that ever.  At all.
DIFFERENT WHISPERS

I just realized that the last person whispering in Rick’s ear was Lori in 2x09: Lori implicitly asking him to get rid of Shane. Not the same context I know but I cannot help but see a parallel because these two women were speaking at a time when Rick doubted his decisions and was looking for reassurance.

Past love: Lori’s voice tries to increase the rivalry between the two men, raises doubt and anger in Rick’s mind, implicitly tries to devalorize her husband “he thinks that you can not protect us” at one time where he mostly needs his wife to confirm that he has made the best decision to protect them.

Rick’s face: ANGER


Present Love: Michonne’s voice full of encouragement and smile tries to bring forth Rick’s hope and strength by reminding him that they have succeeded and that they are the ones who live! At a time when Rick thinks he has taken too much risk.

Rick’s face: RELIEF

She has this kind of magic in her, she is the key, the one that allows him to believe no matter what.  How does she do it? It’s not much, it’s just that she believes in her man even when he doubts of himself, even when they risk their lives with crazy bets.

This is why I will always be in Richonne team.

TWD 2x09//7x09

The white road

I am 24 when my doctor tells me that I was abused. She doesn’t tell me what happened to me, or plant any memories that weren’t already there. She takes what I have told her and she puts it all inside those six letters, that one word.

Before she takes my memories and gives me that word, I tell her that I have made the appointment because I want to know why I can’t stand being touched. I tell her that I’m 24 and I’m sick of flinching when shop assistants hand me my change, just in case their fingers brush against my palm and there is that fire again, the one that rushes up from my bone to the membrane of my skin any time it comes into contact that I wasn’t expecting. I tell her that I have been trying to do this properly, from dating to everything else, and it’s like I’m blocked. It’s like I’m missing a piece of myself that makes me an adult, or perhaps even a human, and I don’t know where it’s gone.

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the sombra au

in which sombra should really stop being so gay and i should stop falling for rarepairs and i’ll probably write a part 2

  • to be honest, it’s reyes’s fault
  • he apparently enjoys running around in the overwatch base
  • trying to find morrison, she expects, and now she has to fish him out of this fucking mess
  • sombra taps the com in her ear, irritated. ‘reyes!’ she hisses. ‘i don’t want to bail you out, and god knows if that fucking loca tracer finds me inside the base-’
  • ‘huh.’
  • she freezes, and abruptly someone plucks the com from her ear.
  • she whirls, and stares at the woman who’s just somehow simultaneously handcuffed her and removed her of any safety precautions
  • she’s really pretty.
  • which really sucks because sombra has excellent game but not when she’s in handcuffs made of light.
  • ‘you really think these will stop me, cariño?’
  • the woman just raises an eyebrow. ‘actually, yes. i know a bit about you.’
  • ‘oh really.’
  • sombra reaches into her cloak, and, twisting slightly, raises her hidden gun and fires.
  • nothing happens.
  • ‘wha-?’
  • ‘i told you.’
  • she has this goddamn infuriating smirk and sombra’s not quite sure if she wants to shoot her or kiss her
  • maybe both.
  • she jumps forward, and crashes into what feels like a brick wall
  • ‘how did you-’
  • she tries to teleport, but to no avail.
  • the woman’s ignoring her, and scrolling through a tablet. that’s really annoying. pay a girl some attention.
  • after a moment, she looks up again. ‘you don’t look thirty. you look twelve.’
  • sombra splutters in indignation. ‘excuse me? okay, maybe i lied about my age- once- but i am not twelve!’
  • the woman looks at her again, sizing her up. ‘eh. you’re right. maybe fourteen, if you’re lucky.’
  • ‘who are you?’ she grinds out, and the woman smiles.
  • ‘satya vaswani. call sign symmetra.’
  • sombra frowns, sifts through blackmail in her head. her gloves aren’t working. this is an absolute bitch. but she’s not the world’s best hacker for nothing.
  • ‘careful,’ symmetra warns, as if sensing her thinking. ‘i do not have many secrets.’
  • sombra shrugs. ‘everyone has some. i just need to find yours.’
  • symmetra steps closer. ‘are you up for a challenge?’
  • sombra pretends that the closeness isn’t affecting her. ‘sure.’
  • she takes another step and her very nice face is an inch away. 
  • i could kiss her, sombra thinks, and whoa that might have been a little crossing a line because she’s probably about to kill her and shit
  • ‘good.’
  • ‘what is?’ sombra’s eyes flutter between her eyes and her lips and her chest, eventually landing on her neck. her neck is safe. that’s a good place.
  • ‘that challenges don’t faze you.’
  • ‘they-’ *gulp* ‘don’t.’
  • ‘well, in that case…’ satya murmurs, and then- wow her lips are really soft.
  • her hands slip to sombra’s waist, and she melts into her. she smells like coconuts and very nice things and it’s been a while since sombra had something so nice and- damn she has abs okay maybe i shouldn’t be feeling her up but wow goddamn i might just have to join overwatch
  • and then she steps back, and sombra follows her unconsciously, leaning forward a little. 
  • satya winks.
  • ‘then you’ll love this.’
  • and then she disappears, and where the flying fuck did my gun go- fucking asshole she took my gun goddammit worth it 10/10 would do again but why am i so gay for pretty girls damn probably a mistake actually but whatever i’ll just-
  • cavalry’s here!’
  • motherfucker.
Not the Jealous Type

Request: I was wondering if you could do a Remus imagine where he heard guys talking about Y/N, his girlfriend, about how he doesn’t deserve her and he thinks it’s true but then he hears them talking about hot is she and how they imagine touching her body and he just gets so angry that he goes up to her and just kiss her so hard and it gets smut from here? And please can you make him so dominant and like in charge? You know, tying her to the bed and fistful of hair? Thanks Awesome writing btw, LOVE IT!!

A/N: So, I made the reader a bad-ass Hufflepuff, because I like to imagine I’m a bad-ass Hufflepuff. I’m not actually bad-ass, but I like to pretend to be bad-ass.  

Warnings: SMUT!!! And slight creepiness….

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Remus Lupin was never the jealous type. Sure, he would get angry when someone was flirting with his girlfriend, but he knew that she would tell them off. They both trusted each other enough to know that they wouldn’t cheat. So, that never gave either of them reason to be jealous. Besides, most boys knew that she was off limits, just because of the sheer amount of times she had trouble walking and how there were certain days she would fold up her collar to hide the hickeys littered on her neck. So it came as a shock to her when he overheard something pertaining to his beautiful girl.

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He was on Prefect duty when he overheard it happen the first time. 

“Yeah, so how are things going with asking (Y/L/N) out?” He heard a hushed voice. Remus gritted his teeth and clenched his hand into a fist.

“It’s fine, but then her ‘pwecious wittwe boyfwiend’ Lupin always shows up.” Another voice said mockingly.

“Yeah, he doesn’t fucking deserve her.” The first voiced growled out.

“Hey, Assholes!” A female voice shouted out. “I think I’ll decide who I deserve for myself, so why don’t you go fuck yourselves, because you obviously are too pathetic to get someone who would want to fuck you.”

Remus rounded the corner from where he was standing and you noticed and quickly walked past the two boys to your boyfriend. You placed a kiss on the side of his cheek. “Hey, Remus.” You said before grabbing his hand and pulling him around the corner and then you stopped. 

“Remus, are you okay?” You ask worriedly.

“Yeah.” He said distractedly, still not sure what happened.

“Don’t listen to them. They’re douchebags, okay?” You told him, cupping his face and forcing him to look at you.

He gulped a bit before nodding his head. 

You smiled at him brightly and he smiled back before grabbing your hands and lacing your fingers together.“I love you.” You said shyly, kissing him quickly.

“I love you more, my little badass Hufflepuff.” He said while nuzzling your nose.

“Somehow, I don’t think you could love me more than I love you.” You whispered to him, before placing another kiss on his lips. You pulled away, before un-lacing your fingers and starting to walk away. “I have to go to the library. See you later, Remy!” You yelled as you headed down the hallway to head to the library.

As you walked away, Remus chuckled before shaking his head slightly wondering how he was lucky enough to be dating you.

Little did he know that you were feeling the same way.

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When he overheard it the second time, he was in the library studying for a Transfiguration exam.

“So, I heard that (Y/L/N) is good in bed.” One voice said.

“Yeah, I heard that she was going around giving blowjobs to anyone who asked.” Another voice said.

Remus clenched his teeth and tried to ignore it, trying to focus on his studying.

“Do you think she would give me one?” The first voice asked.

Remus’ hand formed a fist, and his quill broke in half. He felt his body stiffen with anger.

“Maybe, if she stopped hanging around that fucking Lupin.” The other voice said.

“Yeah, he doesn’t fucking deserve her.” The first voice agreed.

“Just imagine her moaning and writhing underneath you.”

“Yeah, and her screaming our name and she would finger herself.”

“And she would love her boobs being squeezed.”

Remus growled and stood up not being able to stand them hearing about defiling his girl anymore. He walked over to the table, not hearing anything but the blood pounding in his ears. He walked over and they were still engrossed in their conversation and he growled softly. His hand curled into a fist and he punched the table and glared at them. 

“I’d suggest you fuckers shut the hell about fucking my girl.” He snarled at them. “She’s my bloody girlfriend, not your plaything.” He seethed, his voice dangerously low. “And if you lay a hand on her, I’ll hunt you down and fucking murder you.” His voice was low and his green eyes had darkened to a gray.

“Hey, Remy.” Your cheerful voice cut through the air.

He turned on his heel and stared at you with his angry, intense eyes. He pushed you up to the nearest bookcase and smashed his lips to yours. His hands were everywhere, your hips, your waist, your shoulders. He had pinned your smaller frame up against the bookcase with no way of escaping. Not that you wanted to. This very possessive Remus excited you, if you were being completely honest. You melted into the kiss before he pulled away to stare down at you. Your cheeks were flushed, your eyes lidded and glazed and you were breathing heavily. He stared at your heaving chest making him go rock hard. 

“Remus.” You gasped out. “What’s gotten into you?” You ask, still breathing heavily. 

Instead of an answer, he kisses you again even more forcefully. He gripped your hips and ground into you, causing you to moan into his mouth. He took advantage of that and shoved his tongue into your mouth, and was completely dominating you. You loved it, though. But, you didn’t want to get caught. So, you brought your hands up to his shoulders to push him away from you.

“Not here, Remus.” You panted. Your protests faltered as he moved his face to your neck and started attacking the exposed skin there. 

“Remus.” You moaned out, trying your best to not give into his touch. “Remus, we have class.” You said, pushing him away, again.

“Fuck class.” He growled out. He stared at you with his smoldering gaze again, and you tried rubbing your thighs together to ease the tension building up inside of you. He grabbed you, and threw you over his shoulder, so that you were looking at his back, as he held onto your legs.

“Remus?” You question.

You felt a hand smack your backside. “Shut the hell up, unless you want to suffer.” Remus growled out. 

He stalked out of the library and before you knew it you were in his bedroom. He threw you onto his bed and you landed with an “oomph.”

“Remus, what’s going on?” You ask, slightly concerned, but thoroughly turned on. 

His eyes darkened even more, if that were possible. He pinned you down before growling into your ear. “You talked. Guess my girl is gonna have to suffer.” He nibbled on your earlobe causing a shiver to run up your body. He crashed his lips to your again and loosened your tie. He pinned your arms above your head and bound them with your tie. You moaned as his hand trailed down to your hip and gripped it bringing you closer. You lifted your leg and hooked it over his hip, grinding up into his crotch. He moaned into the kiss before his hand brought your other leg around his waist. His hands moved down to your ass, massaging and groping it causing you to moan even more and you moved your hips trying to create more friction. He smirked into the kiss before smacking your ass and pulling away to look down at you.

“Dirty girl.” He whispered into your ear. “So needy.” His voice was husky sending shivers down your spine.

“I’m the needy one?” You ask, arching your eyebrow.

He smacked your ass again, harder this time, and growled at you. “I told you not to talk.” 

“Make me.” You challenge. 

He took off his tie and pulled your hair forcing your head up. “Open your mouth.” He commands. You obey. With your mouth open he uses his tie as a gag and still grabbing your hair he whispers into your ear, “You’re only allowed to move when I tell you you can. You can only moan when I want you to, and most importantly you can’t come until I give you permission. Understand?” He growls seductively. 

You nod furiously and he releases your hair letting you fall back into the mattress. He stares down at you; your (H/C) locks spread wildly, your (E/C) orbs dark, your cheeks flushed, your chest heaving and your arms above your head making him want nothing more than to drill you into the mattress. He quickly rips your shirt off, buttons flying everywhere. When he sees your bra he growled frustratedly and just quickly rips it off. 

You try to protest, but not only were you gagged, but he was furiously rubbing your core through your panties. You push your hips into his hand, eager and wanting.

He shook his head. “Not yet, baby. You’ve gotta suffer.” He says, with a smirk. 

Your eyes widen because you just needed the relief. You tried to talk through the restraints, but only managed to make a series of pleading noises. 

He smirked down at you before pulling your skirt off your legs. He lifted one of your legs over his shoulder and started placing kisses on the inside of your thigh. He slowly works his way to your pulsating core, his slow nibbling driving you insane. He tortures your other leg the same way before he finally kisses you through your underwear. You (try to) moan loudly, your hips bucking into his face. He chuckles against your core, the vibrations driving you insane. You move your hips even more, but he pushes your hips down with one of his arms. 

He slowly pulled your underwear off before staring at your dripping core. He sticks a finger inside you without warning and start pumping furiously. He adds another finger and another and within moments you are ready to release, but before you can, he pulls his fingers out of you.

Your eyes which were closed, with the expectancy of ecstasy opened immediately and you felt so angry. But soon you were moaning through your restraints as Remus was eating you out. You were reaching your peak again, and you were ready to hit cloud nine when he pulled away. Again.

At this point you were beyond frustrated, because you couldn’t speak, couldn’t move and you couldn’t release. Remus released your gag and started to kiss you furiously. He moved away from your lips placing kisses down your jaw and neck.

“You can talk now, baby.” He said, while nibbling on your earlobe.

“Remus. Clothes. Off. Now.” You panted out, moaning lewdly as he moved on to sucking and nibbling at your perky nipples.

He chuckled against your breast before muttering out, “Needy, much?” 

“Remus.” You whined.He chuckles again and wastes no time in pulling off his shirt, pants and boxers. He pumped into you quickly and unexpectedly causing you to moan even louder. He thrusts into you relentlessly. You thrust your hips up to meet his, but couldn’t keep up, so you gave up, preferring to be dominated. 

You felt your high coming up. “Remus, please don’t stop.” You begged. “Please.” 

He gave no response, except plunging into you harder. You released all over him and screamed his name. He didn’t slow down, in fact he flipped you over and started fucking you from behind. He hit much deeper, and you moaned much louder. He started thrusting harder, the bed hitting the wall. He pounded into you relentlessly and you came again. He didn’t stop and he flipped you over again, placing your legs on his shoulders. 

“Please, don’t stop.” You moan out, your breath shaking.

“Don’t worry baby. I’m close too.” He reached up and undid your restraints and arms flew to his shoulders, your nails leaving red marks.

Within moments you both came, screaming each others name.

Needless to say, you couldn’t walk properly for a week afterwards and no boy ever talked about you again.

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There you go! Hope you enjoyed it!! Please send me more requests!!!

anonymous asked:

if a fire-breathing snake was the best gift magnus ever gave how will he top it when he gives alec something. "here's a flying unicorn i got for you to ride into battle, and by got, i mean created from scratch. i hope you like it!"

ok i know i’m prob supposed to give a cute answer here but tbh the fact that magnus gave camille so many of those extravagant gifts says a lot about their relationship – the way he just kept trying to please her because he loved her so much and she just couldn’t give two fucks about him, and also because of what happened he feels like he owes her his life, something she’s clearly used against him. and i get the sense that when he made these beautiful wild gifts for her, he did it because she would look at him and smile, and he would think for a moment, maybe she does love me, too.

i don’t think magnus will be doing the same thing with alec. i think magnus knows alec is different – he’s clearly not a man with extravagant taste – and if magnus gives alec any gifts, it’ll be something really personal and meaningful. like i bet alec has all these old childhood scribble drawings from izzy and max and jace, and i can see magnus gathering them and charming them so they’ll never fade or be ruined and just putting them in a little box for alec to keep.

but the important part is that it wouldn’t matter what he gave. it’s not about the gift; for alec, it’s about the fact that a man he likes – the man he’s falling in love with – took some time out to get something for him. that magnus remembered him and thought about him. i get the feeling if magnus just swung by with a bagel on his way to meet a client – or even if magnus came by empty handed to say just to say hi – alec would light up like a christmas tree.

Karamel Parallel

Yes it rhymes but it’s not a happy one.

After their fight he’s waiting to talk to her after giving her time to think and cool down, he’s waiting in the the place they first kissed!

Remember when Kara was upset because she felt guilty about her parents having made the virus that was killing Mon-El at the time.

And he didn’t blame her at all, he told her she was beautiful and kissed her. Him of all people understood that just because your parents did bad things, didn’t mean you were bad.

Now cut to this episode where Kara is doing the opposite towards him. She’s absolutely judging him based on what his parents did on Daxam, and the fact that he lied about who he was, because he was ashamed of it.

Kara is a beautiful soul full of goodness and hope, but she is not a saint.

I think this parallel hurts because in this case, Mon-El actually handled sins of the parents way better than Kara did.

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you know what my school is gonna need? TEACHERS! so i headed over to the gallery to employ some~ (are any of them qualified to teach? probably not. oops)

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I’ve been reading mixed opinions about Sonja and I just want to say something myself.
Some people say they can see where she came from when she said what she said to Isak. And I mean, I get that. I get that she’s been by Even’s side through good times and bad times and that she might love him still, in her own way. Personally, my issue with Sonja is that she was literally patronizing towards both Even’s mental health and sexuality and it made me uncomfortable. No one should speak like that, not matter how much you think you know about someone and not matter that you feel entitled to do so because you’ve been knowing this someone for years. Also notice she’s just a couple of years older than Isak - two years are nothing and everything at the same time, especially at that age and in that situation. She had control of the situation over Isak, she was in a position of power because she knew, because she can say ‘I would have told you so if you listened’, because she’s seen Even having episodes before. And maybe she just genuinely thinks what she said. And I mean, as I said I can get that, I can get that even though I disapprove (also you have a kid looking desperate and on the verge of crying in front you, at least I don’t know, lower your voice or something)
What I don’t approve of, is people pointing out that she deserves respect for sticking around. Sometimes certain people can do more harm than good and just because they “stick around” it doesn’t mean it’s good you know? She talked about Even in a really condescending way and I don’t like it. She sounded like his carer, and I don’t like it. Even doesn’t need her o Isak to be his carers, that’s literally what therapists are for. He needs a lover who loves him even when things get bad, who is willing to fight for him and let him know love can absolutely happens despite mental illness. That he is worth of an happy ending, that he doesn’t have to hide that part of him anymore. Even said multiple times Sonja was too controlling/condescending and I get that she was worried and all, but Even doesn’t like it and can you all stop thinking he was saying that just because of his mental illness? He clearly struggles with how much power she has over him. She was probably full of good intentions but still acted wrongly and it happens in real life all the time.

I’m so frustrated that Lane was barely in the revival at all. 

She was a big part of the original series, she was Rory’s friend when Paris made her miserable and then Paris gets to be a fairly big part of the revival but not Lane. That’s such bullshit.

Don’t get me wrong because I love Paris, but Lane was there from day one. Just like Rory she also had big dreams and ambitions but in season 7 it seems the writers just gave up on her and just made her pregnant because that way she’d be stuck in Stars Hollow forever with Zach who is working a job he hates to support them. I just think Lane was done so wrong in both season 7 and now in this revival too. I’m kinda pissed about it tbh.

I just think it’s really funny how people get to speculate whether or not Melissa is dating Chris Wood and how/when it happened and things like that

but then I remember how we made a few jokes about her dating Katie and how we were immediately told how gross and disgusting we are for prying into someone’s life and how she is a real person and we shouldn’t assume things because we don’t know her

i don’t know I just find it hilarious haha don’t you??