late 30's

do you ever suddenly remember that these people to whom we just affectionately refer to as “Laura” and “Ashley” and “Liam” are like… legitimate celebrities, because I tend to forget

like they are actually very well-known and quite famous and sought after in their field, they are directing shows and acting in movies and constantly taking part in high-profile projects

Sam is a father of two whose wife is Emmy nominated cinematographer Quyen Tran and the first thing I think about when I hear his name is literally just

the internet is wild

OK so since @tom-hiddleston-god-of-mischief and other people showed interest, I bumped up my schedule and so…

Here is my ‘Craig is totally gay and was in love with the MC in college’ post!

So, first off- this is Craig Cahn and the thing that made me first think that he was gay instead of bi. (And fyi I am a Bi myself, so this is more headcanoning and exploring character and not trying to stomp on other headcanons, jsyk.)

Yeah the very first time we met. But look- divorces do happen, and do happen in a chill manner. But… let us note a couple things. One, the divorce literally only happened ‘last year’. Which could mean anywhere from (assuming this is the spring due to college letters and school timetables) 12+ to only 3-ish months ago depending on what counts as ‘last year’.

You only get a SECOND of him being uncomfortable while breaking the news before he is on even ground and is like ‘yeah it’s old news and everything is in perfect order now’. AND THE DIVORCE HAPPENED EITHER WHILE SMASHLEY WAS PREGNANT OR JUST HAD RIVER. Now, this could be a him lying, except… it’s never really brought up again as a thing? Like, we deal with Mat’s feelings for his dead wife, Joseph’s failing marriage, and etc but despite how recent it was we are lead to believe their divorce was perfectly amicable despite the timing.  (Now placing a cut here because this gets long and has more pics.)

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Ok, so, I like the male Mercy design as much as anyone. But y’all are taking this a bit far. I am seeing a lot of trashing of Mercy’s current design. A lot of “Man wouldn’t it be better if they had stuck with male mercy instead of the boring woman we actually got?” And then there are people throwing shade at Blizzard for making an attractive woman in her late 30′s. As if we all instantly turn into hags at age 35. And then I saw at least one person talking about how much better Pharamercy would be with guy Mercy. You know. If it wasn’t gay.

You all know this is coming off as really shitty, right?

SpockFact #102

Vulcans can live well into their 200′s, nearly twice the lifespan of the average 23rd Century human. Due to his Human DNA, Spock’s expected lifespan lies somewhere between these two points. However, this does not change the fact that while on the five year mission, Spock was in his mid-to-late 30′s, making him a relatively young Vulcan. During his time on the Enterprise, Spock was essentially a teenager.

I was doing you a favor by playing the long game...

I too was playing yet another long game by holding on to this for so long.

SO I had read earlier today the owner of a previous job of mine passed away. This was a place that tried to screw me pretty hard and I took some pro revenge on. It drug up some angry old feelings, so why not take an equal dose of catharsis?

WARNING: This is a doozy so strap in if you dare, no TL;DR it wouldn’t do justice.

So this takes place almost a decade ago. I was working as a department manager for a fairly large privately owned pest control company. Their color scheme was black and yellow, much like the taxi’s the owner’s dad used to drive. Since the taxi industry would be around for ever(hello Uber/Lyft) so would this pest control company, (this is important later) or so the owner used to parrot constantly. My job was to over see the techs doing treatments and set their stops and generally manage assorted insect control services, inventory, payroll for that dept, etc etc. I had taken the job from the owners son who took it from the previous manager who they demoted and yet stayed in the dept…this is important later. The owners son was a late 30’s early 40’s man child. I mean if he had dialed it back a few degrees he would have been an awesome guy, but anytime booze was involved he was a mess. If it was weed, he turned into the stereo typical obnoxious stoner making nothing but bad Jamaican accented jokes. He also hit on anything younger than him that moved…while being married w a pregnant wife. But I digress, the owner was a piece of work too, old Jewish guy who was as racist as he was old, not with any kind of seething hatred. Just a “this is the way it is” type attitude. My fave line of his, “The sky is blue, Ch#@ks know math, N@&ers are lazy, Jews know gold. What else is new” Like it was the most clever thing of all time. Finally now on to the revenge and need for such.

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Manhattan Project Glass from Hanford, Washington

This glass was used at the Hanford Washington Manhattan Project location, one of the biggest and most undercover operations the United States military has ever done. It started during WWII in the late 30’s and went on through the cold war era. There were three main facilities around the nation that took part in the making of the first atomic bombs. At Hanford, they created the first plutonium ever to exist, which went into the Trinity bomb in New Mexico, the first man-made nuclear blast, and the plutonium for the Fat Man Bomb dropped on Nagasaki, Japan.

This piece is 70% lead with a deep yellow color. It comes on basalt pillar base, cut flat, polished top, core drilled with a LED light set into the stone to illuminate the specimen. The base is 8" in diameter and 34" tall.  Approximate weight of display is 200lbs.

So...

You know how the majority of peeps in the HP fandom fancast young Remus Lupin as either Andrew Garfield or Matthew Gray Gubler and I thought how cool would it be to see a morph of the two actors. So naturally I merged their faces together with a little editing to see what concoction I’d get and tbh i was not disappointed…

BEFORE:

AFTER


with a few scars and a lil more facial hair, this could be young Remus like in his late 20′s, early 30′s type shit and boi am i feeling this hybrid, like holy shitiarmus.

anonymous asked:

Can I date you?

(( OOC: I dunno… I mean… I’m a 90′s kid… but I have a baby face, and my outfit of choice? Sweatpants and a t-shirt… which have been pretty common articles of clothing since the 20′s… so that doesn’t give a lot away… I also talk like an 80 year old grandpa… so you’re looking at the late 30′s early 40′s there… and I listen to music from all the eras… including classical… so we’re talking 1700′s… if you’re trying to date me you’re probably gonna end up all over the time-line… I’m pretty hard to pin down. You can certainly try though. )) 

SING Character Age Headcanons (Oldest to Youngest)

Ms. Crawley: Somewhere in her 60’s, possibly 70’s

Buster: Mid-Late 30’s, roughly 36 (He was 6 when he saw his first show, and his Dad worked for 30 years to buy the theater)

Eddie: Mid 30’s, since he’s still living at home and Buster questions that his Nana is still alive

Rosita: Mid 30’s, 34-36 assumingly her children are old enough to ride a bus to school, since she doesnt drive them.

Gunter: Mid 30’s, presumably around Rosita’s age since they were partnered together.

Mike: Late 20’s to early 30’s, because he graduated from college and still enjoys going to clubs, drinking, and hustling in card games. So about 28-31.

Johnny: 18-20 since he can drive and be able to live on his own, plus no one mentions him being a teenager.

Ash: 18-19, more than likely chose her boyfriend over her parents and started living with him

Meena: 18, likely the youngest, but it is canon that she graduated high school.

Chapter 7: I like you as a good girl // Shawn Mendes

Chapter 1:https://welldamnshawn.tumblr.com/post/165861136790/chapter-1-youre-going-to-wish-wed-never-been

Chapter 2:https://welldamnshawn.tumblr.com/post/166035402061/chapter-2-why-did-you-come-here-shawn-mendes

Chapter 3:https://welldamnshawn.tumblr.com/post/166104883601/chapter-3-ill-take-my-chances-shawn-mendes

Chapter 4:https://welldamnshawn.tumblr.com/post/166172386006/chapter-4-i-want-you-to-want-me-because-im-me

Chapter 5: https://welldamnshawn.tumblr.com/post/166248497496/chapter-5-were-a-perfect-match-shawn-mendes

Chapter 6: https://welldamnshawn.tumblr.com/post/166317428186/chapter-6-how-could-i-have-done-this-to-my

Authors note: I’m so so so so sorry for the wait!!! I’ve been so busy with study that I didn’t have any time to write. But here’s chapter 7 and I’m so so so sorry if I sucks or if there’s any mistakes.

Recap: He doesn’t part from me, instead kisses me harder, sending tremors along every nerve and evoking feelings I had tried to hide from him. I knew it now though. My arrogant, wilful soulmate had stolen a part of my heart, and I didn’t know if I would get it back. 


He pulled back an inch, meeting my dazed look. He bites his bottom lip softly and it draws my attention. I lean in to kiss him again but he lets go of me completely, stepping away. He shakes his head, inching further and further back.

It was like a cold bucket of water had been splashed over me. Realization an icy feeling. I let him leave, his retreating figure heading for the doors, slipping out as the bride and groom enters.

I feel eyes on me and I catch my mother’s gaze. I’m guessing she had seen most of what just happened. I sigh, taking my seat, avoiding the conversation Mum and I were sure to have.

Once again my soulmate had left me alone and confused. I wasn’t going to let him walk away again. No, I was going to prove to him that I could fit into his world just like he could fit into mine.


“Funny seeing you again.” Jeremy tells me yet there’s no trace of humor in his voice. I had made my way back to the South Side club. It was the only place I could think of to find the libertas members. Today seemed to be my lucky day.

Clad in the black hoodie with the white writing above his heart stood Jeremy. The one person who seemed to control Shawn’s actions. He was young, maybe in his late 20′s early 30′s. The dark glint he had in his eye however made him seem like he had seen more things then a 30 year old should have. 

“I want in.” I say breathlessly, my nerves shooting throughout my body. 

“What?” He looks genuinely surprised. Setting the glass of beer down he stands up to look at me. Still in the dress from the wedding, Jeremy scans my body, almost like he couldn’t believe what I was asking. I don’t blame him; I don’t either.

“Your next act of rebellion, I want to help.” We stare at each other, his black eyes meeting my softer gaze. 

Then he smiles. A cold, malicious smile. “We’re refurnishing the west hospital wing. Expect a visitor tomorrow morning, around 4 am.”  

“But that’s where all the babies are kept before they get their timer imprinted.” I feel regret flood through me.

“Exactly.” He laughs and the sound makes me shiver. “Welcome to the club Sunshine.” 


“You ever rode before?” The libertas member asks me. True to his word, Jeremy had sent someone to collect me exactly at 4 am the next morning. The knocking on my patio had almost lead me to believe it was Shawn. When I pulled back my curtains instead of seeing a mop of brown curly hair, dirty blonde hair and sharp blue eyes twinkled back at me.

Tommy was now leading me outside to the block behind my house where a motorbike was parked. 

“No and I didn’t intend to start.” I said, wrapping my arms tighter around my body. He had only giving me a few minutes to change out of my pajamas. The black leggings and grey sweatshirt did little to keep the cold out. 

“Look’s like you’re starting tonight.” He swings his leg over, sitting comfortably on the death machine. I hesitantly follow. “Oh, here by the way. Jeremy wanted you to have it.”

He passes me a black hoodie and I unfold it, the libertas catching the street light. He stares at me until I put it on. He revs the engine and I wrap my arms around his stomach, ignoring the guilt that was swarming me. Kicking the stand up he drives off into the night.

The wind whips though my hair and I tighten my hold, closing my eyes. I can’t help but let my thoughts drift to Shawn. Where was he? Was he even going to be at the hospital tonight? What did Jeremy mean by refurnishing?

The engine cuts off and I look up at the massive glass building. The hospital. Tommy gets off, offering me a hand which I ignore, and leads me towards the building that looms above me. 

He walks around the back of the building, towards the ally and I notice a huddle of people hidden in the shadows. It seems like we’re last to arrive. I don’t say anything nor do I try and meet any of the curious gazes being shot at me. 

“Morning gang, Nice day to cause a little mayhem?” Jeremy’s voice cuts through the whispers and immediately he has everyone’s attention. 

“You all remember the rules. Break in, damage, get out before getting caught.” He scans the crowd of around 20 people. His gaze stops on me.

“We also have a new recruit, little miss sunshine in the middle there.” he grins and I feel my face flush in the dark. He doesn’t give the group a chance to talk, barking out orders and I’m shoved into a group of four, Tommy grabs my arm to pull me out of the way.  

My group starts towards the main entrance to the west wing. Unsure of what to do, I tail behind them. There’s a smash from around the corner and I gulp, my palms becoming sweaty. One of the taller males in my group smashes something through the glass doors in front of us, whatever object that was thrown through seemed to do the trick and the glass shatters. I let the others go first before I tred over the broken glass knowing that there was no coming back from what I’m about to do and what I’ve already done. 


Of course this would happen to me. Somehow I had become lost from my group. One minute I was right behind them and when I stopped to peer through one of the glass panels on a door I turned back to see they were gone. 

Now I silently crept through the deserted hospital, the patient ward located on the east side. Occasionally sounds of glass being smashed and things being toppled over traveled down the hallway but once I got to where I heard the sound, they had already moved on.

An open door catches my attention. Looking into the room, it seemed like a small office. There was a phone on the desk, slightly covered by paperwork that had been thrown around. There was no use in me staying at the west wing anymore, I could ring Steph and ask her to pick me up. I’d rather face my sister then my Mum’s fury.

A hand wraps around my wrist before I’m even inches within grabbing the phone. I’m shoved against the wall, my face squishing against the surface. 

“What are you doing?” A man asks and he tugs back my hood revealing my face. His grip immediately loosens. 

“Y/n?” Judging by the way my heart was doing 360′s in my chest my body knew who it was before I did. 

“That kind of hurt you know.” I drawl, twisting my neck to see him better.

“Sorry Princess, I thought you were going to rat.” Shawn keeps his hold on my wrist, the heat of his hands transferring to my skin.

“Why would I rat when I’m the one doing it?” I say under my breath. Shawn heard me.

“What do you mean ‘I’m the one doing it’.“ Shawn spits, his grip momentarily tightening. I turn so I’m facing him, the ache in my neck easing. 

“I asked to join.” Shawn’s eyes trail along my body, freezing on the symbol above my heart.

“What the fuck have you done?” He whispers, breaking away from me.

“I wanted to show you that I could fit in with your life.” I say, my anger lacing my words.

“Y/n you have no idea what you’ve just done.” Shawn has a look in his eyes I’ve never seen before. It was almost like he was scared… scared for me.

“I know that I’ve finally done something that you like to do.” I cross my arms over my chest.

“You can’t get out of this, dammit Y/n! You tag along once you tag along for life.” Shawn shouts, the fear and anger combining to create a lethal combination. 

“What do you mean?” I fall silent. 

“As soon as they see you’ve got no timer on you arm you’re as good as gone. They’ll hurt you to find your soulmate and once they find out it’s me we’re both gone.” Shawn ignores my question.

“I don’t understand.” My eyes are blurring and I can feel the fear stirring in my stomach.

“They’re the libertas Y/n! What did you expect them to do? Let you tag along just for fun? Once they find out the real reason you joined them- because you wanted to impress me or some shit like that they are not going to be impressed.” 

“I just wanted to be more like someone you wanted.” I whisper, my head hanging in shame, stray tears making their way down my cheeks.

“Stop it, damn freaking damn.” Shawn punches the wall beside me and I stifle a gasp. He pulls his hand back and a white powder covers his knuckles. I don’t look at the wall.

“I wanted to be enough for you, I thought that by rebelling with the libertas it would make you want me.” 

“I don’t want you to do things I have to do, I don’t want you to be stuck in this endless cycle of breaking into buildings to break a heap of shit and pray to God that you don’t get caught.”

“But they do it in hope of destroying the soulmate program, and that’s what you want?” I ask hesitantly, confused by Shawn’s random spouts of information.

“Open your eyes Y/n. They do it in hope of one day gaining enough power to overthrow the government. I want to get rid of the permanency of soulmates, we should be allowed to say no.”

“Why are you still with them?” Shawn rolls his eyes and I glare at him, having enough of his attitude. 

“Because you can’t get out. You go once, you go for life.” We don’t say anything, the sound of sirens cut off all our conversation. “We have to get out of here.”

Shawn drags me out the hallway, never letting go of my hand as we run through the building, down the staircase and out the side entrance where his car was parked.

“Stop shoving me.” I hiss at him as he presses me to get inside the car.

“Then hurry up, unless you want a criminal record of course. Take the jacket off as well, I never want to see you in that again.” He slams the door and I take the hoodie off, my heart hammering in my chest.

Shawn quickly shoves the key into the ignition and drives out onto the main road. I hold my breath, waiting for the sirens and flashing lights. Nothing. We were safe.

“Do they know where you live?” Shawn asks me, I stare at his hands that were placed on the steering wheel, the skin a pale yellow in the morning sun.

“Yes.” I say softly. He swears colorfully.

“You’re not going home for the next couple days. Not until this rebellion dies down. Knowing the libertas as well as I do they probably think you sent for the cops since you didn’t keep with the group.”

I nod, rubbing my hands together to get some warmth. Shawn notices and flicks on the heater.

“I want you to know…” Shawn says, clearing his throat and he looks at me, his eyes a warm caramel in the gold light. 

“Yeah?” I prod, feeling my nerves spike.

“I don’t like the bad ass version of you.” He cracks a smile and I fight the grin forming on my face.

“I don’t think I pulled it off very well.”

“You’re much more suited to being a goody-two-shoes.” Shawn teases and I glance at him from under my lashes.

“I’m going to take that as a compliment.”

“You should. I like you as a good girl.”

I think my heart stopped beating.

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Sherlock X Reader: Jealousy (nsfw)

My friend helped me write this so, thanks friend

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anonymous asked:

what is kiwifarms?

picture the average 2000′s teenage troll who thinks racial slurs are funny and uses “autism” as an insult, and then imagine that they never actually grew out of that phase and are still in the same place in their late 20′s/30′s, and that’s what kiwifarms is.

No emotion. Just sex.

You rolled off Jack, collapsing on the bed beside him as you tried catching your breath. Your head still spinning from the mind blowing orgasm you just had.

“wow.” Jack breathed out, his chest heaving up and down, “that was incredible”

“I.Know” you breathed out, a dopey smile on your face.

You and Jack were close, and there’s always been something between the two of you ever since you met a few months back. Some sort of tension, but neither of you acted on it ever, especially with Jack and Jack being so popular, and your acting, you were both so busy, and constantly in someones spotlight, neither of you really wanted to bring some complicated relationship into the mix, since the two of you weren’t sure what was there. The two of you didn’t want to ruin your new friendship either, but one night at a party that logic went out the window when the two of you, both having a few drinks, snuck off upstairs and fooled around. Now here you are, 4 months later.

You sighed, getting out of the bed and searching for your clothes.

“what are you doing?” Jack whined from the bed, giving you puppy eyes as he watched you pull on your panties and bra and wiggle into your shorts, searching for your shirt now.

“I told you today had to be quick. I’ve got that music video today” 

“oh…right” he spoke, getting out of bed and pulling on a pair of basketball shorts.

The two of you talked while you walked through the house, grabbing a piece of toast in the kitchen and heading out, Jack walking you to your car.

“alright beautiful, kill it today at the music video.” he smiled, resting his hands on the top of the car, your door open, and leaning down.

“I’ll try” you smiled. “I’m not sure what I’m doing, but it can’t be that hard, I doubt I’ll have any lines.” you laughed.

“I’m sure you’re gonna do great.” he smiled, leaning in and kissing you before closing the door and watching you drive off.

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When you arrived on the set you walked around. You hadn’t really heard much about this, all you know is that the artist requested you be considered for the part, according to your manager, who was more than thrilled, saying it would be a good ‘experience’ when being considered for other parts in movies and shows.

Your manager, Tyler, met you at the door as soon as you walked in.

“hey (y/n). Good to see you” he spoke, hugging you. Tyler was cool as shit, and definitely watched out for you, like a protective older brother, so you trusted him when it came to this part.

“yeah, I’m pretty excited for this actually” you smiled at him as you two started to walk through the place.

“I think you’ll love this actually” he smiled.

“yeah, I hope so. I just really wanna meet the artist. I mean, to be like personally requested.” you gushed.

“oh yeah, well he thought you’d fit the part perfectly for what he had in mind. He’s actually changing I believe, but let’s go talk to the director, he’ll give you the basic idea.”

After meeting the director, and getting the main idea, you were actually pretty excited. This would be the first, more intimate like scene you’ve done, but you thought it’d be good for you.

So Tyler showed you to your room and showed you your outfit, which you were pretty excited to slip on.

Walking out after changing, and hair and makeup had their turn with you, a robe around you, you were more excited than before. You walked towards Tyler, who’s face lit up when he saw you.

You approached him, and the director, and another guy, who’s back was turned towards you. The director saw you and smiled, nodding at the robe, and you undid the little tie, and slipped it off, the director and Tyler’s eyes both going wide, which wasn’t as creepy as it sounds, it’s not like they were 50, they were both late 20′s early 30′s, and I mean, you were 20, so it wasn’t that weird. 

You held the robe in you arms and watched as the director nudged the other guy, who lifted his head up to look at him, but when he nodded his head in your direction the other guy turned around, as if in slow motion.

Your eyes widened at you made eye contact. He was hot. So fucking hot. Tall. Scruffy. Man bun. Great style. Killer smile. Low eyes you could just get lost in.

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When Jace nudged Nate, he was curious as to what he wanted. They were in the middle of talking about the video, Nate talking about some of his ideas, and input from Tyler, about things you’d be good at, and then just everyone throwing out ideas. Nate was seeing it really coming together, but looking at Jace expectantly, only to see him nod behind him, Nate turned to see what needed his attention.

You were even more beautiful in person, compared to the pictures on ig, and the few movies he’s seen you in. You were so beautiful. Nate was kinda taken aback. He eyed you up and down as you approached. Long legs, thin waist and god your eyes and timid smile were killing him. You screamed innocence, but your outfit completely contradicted that idea.

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You bit your lip as you approached, eyeing him up and down so obviously, but he didn’t do a good job at keeping his eyes off you either, not that you minded whatsoever.

“(y/n) this is Nate.” Justin spoke.

“hi” you smiled, reaching your hand out. “It’s nice to meet you” you spoke sweetly.

“trust me, the pleasures mine.” Nate flirted.

After your short introduction, Justin and Tyler went off to make sure everything was set, you and Nate following behind, just talking a bit.

“You nervous?” he asked, nudging your arm with his elbow.

“no and yes” you laughed.

“why’s that?”

“well I mean, I feel like I can do this no problem, and I mean, there’s always more than one take we can do, it’s just…I mean, to be requested personally, I feel like the pressures really on” 

“oh yeah, I just thought you’d fit the part really well, I mean, everyone loves a video with a beautiful girl in it.” he smiled.

“stop it.” you blushed, playfully bumping into his side.

“there’s really nothing to worry about. You’re gonna be fine.” he smiled, as the two of you got to the actual set where the cameras and lights and everything was.

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Some scenes that were filmed, Nate wasn’t in, so he stood off on the side, and he was so glad he picked you for this. 

“she’s good.” Tyler smirked beside Nate, who had his eyes glued on you the whole time.

“y-yeah.” he stuttered a bit, biting his lip as he watched you 

god, you were stunning.

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You were told to ‘act seductive and sexy’ and the outfit was half of it, adding to your confidence, so you literally just went with it. It started off, you filmed all the scenes you were doing by yourself, just so you could be a little more comfortable before just throwing you half naked in bed with a guy you just met.

But then came the scenes you had to do with Nate, which I mean, you were a professional, you weren’t gonna get all giddy, even though he was extremely hot and this was a rather sensual video.

You did as you were told, and god, you were actually pretty turned on.

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Nate admired the way you moved, like it came so natural to you, and he couldn’t help but think about what it’d be like to actually have you like this. God, you were turning him on so much.

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When you were done, you watched as Justin put it together, you and Nate standing pretty close, and you were actually surprised how well the whole thing looked.

“damn.” you and Nate said at the same time, looking sideways at one another with smiles on your faces.

“definitely. we should have it up by tomorrow after we edit it a bit more if that’s cool with you skate.” Justin spoke

“yeah, that’s cool.” Nate smiled.

“alright, well that’s a wrap then.”

Justin and Tyler stood and talked, both voicing and working on the editing a bit, more so, Tyler just voicing his opinion.

You and Nate turned and started to walk off, you were going to change back into normal clothes.

“hey (y/n)” Nate spoke, catching your attention.

“yeah?” you asked, your brow furrowed.

“you wanna go grab something to eat?”

“yes!” you exclaimed, overjoyed, but to be fair, all you had eaten was a piece of toast, Jack took a big bite out of as well.

“alright, cool” Nate laughed. “you go ahead and change and I’ll be out here waiting.”

“okay cool” you smiled.

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You had never had so much fun before. You and Nate were really hitting things off, conversation just flowed naturally between the two of you and you guys couldn’t stop laughing. He invited you back to a buddies place for a party, and well, you couldn’t refuse.

You had Nate drop you off at your place, and he of course followed you in while you changed and got ready for the night, unsure of what to wear. Nate sat out in your living room while you changed.

After you finished getting ready you walked down the hall and joined Nate, getting his attention, and the two of you leaving and heading towards the party.

You were a little nervous walking up to the house, but Nate wrapped his arm around your waist as if it was the most natural thing, and you felt more comfortable.

“don’t worry, my friends are cool” Nate spoke.

“I hope so” you let out a little nervous giggle.

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So far everyone was great. Nash was so chill and John and Tez made you laugh. Hayes kept hitting on you, which was flattering, and he was so adorable. You even bumped into Johnson, not knowing he knew Nate.

“so wait, is Jack here?” you asked as you were standing with Johnson, the two of you drinking together.

“yeah, I saw him around here somewhere.”

“hmm, I’m sure I’ll bump into him or something then.”

It was then that Nate came and ‘stole’ you from Johnson, pulling you downstairs.

“what are we doing down here?” you asked as you made it down the last step you saw John sitting on the couch, hunched over the coffee table.

“you’re gonna smoke with us.” Nate spoke, taking your hand and pulling you towards the couch.

When you guys finished like 3 bowls and 2 blunts, you headed back upstairs. You ended up hanging out with Nate for a bit, dragging him out to dance with you.

Jack found Madison as soon as he walked in, walking up to her and engulfing her in a hug. She wrapped her arms around him and the two were pretty much glued to one another all night.

Madison pulled Jack out to dance, and the two of them were getting sensual. Jack’s hands roaming her body as she grinded against him. Jack started kissing on her neck, when he looked up and saw Nate for the first time of the night, dancing with a girl.

You were having so much fun with Nate, and your eyes were glossed over, the alcohol and weed hitting you hard. You turned to look around when you were met with the image of a guy and girl making out, tongues down one another’s throat practically. 

Your mind went to Jack, a smile coming onto your face. It was when the two broke apart that you felt sick, seeing Jack smile down at the girl.

“I-uh, I gotta go to the bathroom” you spoke, shocked to see Jack all over another girl. Sure you were dancing with Nate, but, you just felt it was different. 

“alright, I’ll find you in a bit.” he smiled, his hand resting on your side as you slipped out of his grip slowly.

You did go to the bathroom, but didn’t go back to find Nate right away, you just wanted to go outside and get some fresh air, clear your head.

It was when you were outside that someone bumped into you, causing you to stumble a bit.

“shit my ba-(y/n)?” you heard the all too familiar voice.

“Jack” you spoke.

“what are you doing here?” he asked shocked.

“nothing” you muttered.

You knew you were being short and having an attitude, but you felt like you had the right to be. How could Jack just fuck you this morning, and then be all over this other girl with his tongue down her throat.

“hey, what’s wrong?” he asked, grabbing your arm causing you to look at him.

“nothing.”

“don’t lie to me (y/n)”

“I’m fine really.” you spoke, annoyed honestly.

“something’s up”

“I’m fine Jack really, why don’t you go check on your little girlfriend from inside.”

“what are you t-Madison” he muttered, realizing who you were talking about.

“yeah.”

“It’s not a big deal, she’s just a friend.”

“really? cause I don’t shove my tongue down my ‘just friend’s throat.”

“you’re being ridiculous.”

“I saw you” you laughed dryly.

“Honestly? why are you even mad?” he asked.

“seriously?! Jack, we just fucked this morning, and we have been for the past what now…4 months? did it literally mean nothing?”

“(y/n) come on. there were no emotions. no relationship. it was just sex.” he laughed, and it was then that you noticed his bloodshot eyes. Of course he was drunk, cause his words and actions tonight were completely different than the Jack you knew, but they do say drunk words are sober thoughts. So maybe you and Jack were just sex? You didn’t care; it hurt to hear him say it, and to have such a heartless tone when saying it.

“glad you feel that way, have fun with whatever her name is” you spoke, starting to walk about but turned around to look at him again “and don’t bother calling me again.” and with that you walked off.

You found Swazz and did a few shots with him before asking where Nate was, John smirking and pointing towards upstairs. “I think he headed up to his room”

“wait, he lives here?” you asked “he said it was a friends party” 

“yeah, we live here together” John laughed. “but his room is upstairs, second one on the left.

You smiled and headed upstairs, tripping but laughing it off as you made it to the top and then trying to find Nate’s room, knocking on the closed door.

When the door opened you were startled by a shirtless Nate, gawking at his abs before meeting his gaze, lip caught between your teeth.

“it looks like I-uh-I found you” you giggled.

“yeah” he smiled. He stepped back a bit, opening the door more and you walked in and looked around his room before you turned to meet his gaze.

“so, this is your house.” you spoke, raising your brow as Nate made his way to sit on his bed, sweats hanging low on his hips, sitting up against his headboard.

“yeah” he spoke, eyeing you up and down, practically undressing you, since he had a pretty good idea of what you looked like half naked anyway from the shoot today; as you stood at the end of his bed.

“so this is your party” you spoke, putting your hand on your hip.

“I guess you could say that.” he smirked.

“then why aren’t you down, enjoying your party?” you asked, walking and setting your cup down on his dresser, walking back slowly, Nate’s eyes glued to you.

“trust me, I’m enjoying this right now.” he nodded towards you as you stood at the end of his bed again. You were glad it was dark in his room to hide the small blush coming to your face, but it couldn’t hide your smile.

The music from downstairs, mixed by Dillon, flowed upstairs into Nate’s room, and it was a slower type of song. You unknowingly started to sway to the music, Nate’s eyebrows quirking up.

You bit your lip, noticing the way Nate was eyeing you up and down, and you decided to be a little daring.

You reached down and undid the button on your jeans, and slowly pulled the zipper down, turning and wiggling your butt a bit, looking back at Nate who had his lip between his teeth and his eyes glued to your ass as you slowly started to pull your pants down, bending over giving Nate a great view.

You stood back up, tossing your head back, your hair flying up above you, and then behind, bouncing a bit before resting on your back.

Nate saw that happen as if it was in slow motion. He was so fucking turned on, and you only just took your pants off, but damn, you were so fucking sexy. The arch you had in your back when you bent over, and then slowly stood back up, god. You were so fucking sexy.

You turned back around, swiveling your hips back and forth, still dancing to the music downstairs, and you ran your hands over your body, starting in your hair and slowly making their way down you shoulders, over your boobs, down to the hem of your shirt.

You smiled at Nate as you slowly pulled the shirt up, exposing more and more of your flawless skin to Nate, who’s eyes were raking up and down your whole entire body, hunger in his eyes.

So you were left in just your bra and panties, and you slowly started to climb up the bed towards him, stopping when you were on your hands and knees, practically straddling him, your face centimeters away from his.

“y’know” he whispered. “I can’t get a show like this down at the party” he finished, his lips dangerously close to yours now.

“oh really?” you spoke in a low tone, your lips eager for his.

Nate slowly nodded his head before reaching up under your chin and meeting your lips. You melted into the kiss, sitting on Nate’s lap, his hands going to your ass and yours around his neck.

In no time his tongue was in your mouth and you had started grinding on him, needing some sort of friction.

Nate reached up and undid your bra, you just as eagerly as him reached to take it off over your shoulders and toss it somewhere in the room. It was then that Nate turned you over so he was on top, his lips leaving yours and moving down your jaw to your ear, leaving a trail of kisses.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you all day” he whispered hotly in your ear before attaching his lips to your neck, slowly making his way down your collarbone and then to the valley of your breasts, one hand coming up to massage one, tweaking the nipple while his mouth went to the other.

You arched your back a bit more as Nate switched his mouth to the other, a shaky breath coming from your mouth and Nate’s name slipping through your lips in a hushed tone.

Nate smirked up at you while he continued his way down your body, kissing and sucking on your hipbone, right above your pantyline. He hooked his finger in the top band and slowly started to pull them down, you kicking them off as they got to your ankles.

Nate dipped his head down toward your heat, licking a bold strip from your entrance to your clit before he started to suck and kitten lick your clit. Your hands went to his hair, bunching it up between your hands, pulling it out of pleasure. His scruffy face adding a weird pleasurable feeling to the whole entire mix.

Your back was arched as Nate slipped two fingers into you while continuing to lick your clit. His fingers moving inside you and his mouth on your clit were driving you wild, and you were close. You had started to grind against his mouth and fingers, needing more to get your release. Nate picked up the pace of his fingers, and his mouth showed your clit no mercy, pushing you closer and closer to letting go.

Nate’s name and breathless moans came out of your mouth, mixed with small profanities. Before you knew it you reached your climax. Your back was arched off the mattress and your legs were shaking.

Nate let you recover from your orgasm, and when you could finally see straight, you pulled him up to you and smashed your lips to his. You didn’t care that the taste of yourself was still on his lips. You just wanted him…now.

You reached down between the two of you and started to tug at his sweats, causing Nate to smile into the kiss, and while balancing himself with one hand, he reached down and helped you pull off his sweats.

Nate laid back down on top of you, his tip at your entrance. He lined himself up and you felt him push his tip in, sliding his hands up and locking them with yours before her pushed all the way in, your eyes going wide at the feeling of him filling you up, you moaning quietly in his ear.

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Nate waited for you to adjust to his size a bit before he started to move, thrusting slowly at first, his lips on yours.

It didn’t take much for him to pick up his pace, thrusting faster and harder, the bed shaking with his movements.

His head by your ear, you heard him grunting with each thrust, and you were letting out shaky breaths and quiet moans.

No one has ever made you feel how Nate was. Your nails raked down his back as he hit your g-spot, back arching off the mattress, the two of you skin to skin.

Your head was spinning and all that was falling from your lips was Nate’s name and shaky breaths. Nate placed his lips back onto yours, never feeling as good as he did before. Your body just seemed to fit with his perfectly.

His thrusts started to get a little sloppy, and you had started clenching around him, trying to hold on a bit longer.

It was as if all at once though, the two of you both reached your climax, both of you letting go at about the same time. You moaned out Nate’s name, and he bit down on your shoulder, letting out a low groan against you.

Nate rolled off you, crashing down on the bed with a huff, his breathing uneven. He had never came that hard before, and it’d been a while since he’s had such great sex before as well. Sure, he would have loved to hit it from behind, but something about you, he wanted something more filled with passion, not just some quick rough fuck.

Nate turned on his side, and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest, kissing the top of your head as you snuggled into his chest a bit more.

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You woke up the next morning to your phone going off. You were getting an incoming call, and you tried to ignore it, but this was the third time whoever it was tried, and you had a feeling they weren’t gonna stop until you answered.

Groaning, you rolled over and saw who was calling, and you answered sleepily.

“what?” you muttered into the phone.

“well good morning to you too” you heard Jack chuckle as you got out of bed and searched the room for you clothes.

“sorry, I’m just confused as to why…why you’re calling” you spoke..

“cause I was just wondering if you wanted to hang out” he spoke lowly, a smirk evident in his voice.

“seriously?” you scoffed.

“yeah? why wouldn’t I be serious?”

“last night you told me there wasn’t anything between us, no emotions or relationship between us, so sorry if I don’t wanna come ‘hang’”

“please, I was drunk I don’t even rem-” he started but you heard a tiny voice in the back “Jack, come back to bed”

you scoffed.

“(y/n) please.”

“no, don’t call me again. I just can’t deal with you right now, and clearly you need to figure some things out” and with that you hung up before he could say another word.

You let out a sigh of relief and settled back into bed a bit. 

Nate’s arm flew around you and he pulled you back into his chest more, you snuggling into him more.

“who was that?” he muttered.

“no one important.” you whispered a bit.

“alright.” he let out a little raspy chuckle. “let’s go back to bed for a bit, and then how about we go get something to eat afterwards.”

“perfect” you muttered, closing your eyes again, but feeling Nate’s lips push against your forehead.

your faith in god

It’s empty inside the small church, save Erwin and Levi, the rain and the late hour stopping most visitors. There’s a small table to the right of the pews, with a coffee pot and styrofoam cups. 

Erwin fumbles with one of the cups, nearly knocking the coffee across the table as he tries to pour in packets of sugar. He’s oddly nervous, even if he knows this is the right thing to do. Be honest, he tells himself, and he always has been.

Levi cracks his knuckles behind him, but it isn’t a nervous gesture, Erwin knows that much. “You okay?”

Erwin turns his head to the side and smiles. “I’m fine, Levi. Thank you.”

There’s a small pause before Levi’s reply. “You sure, Erwin?”

Erwin grabs his cup and comes to sit by Levi. His smile drops somewhat and he uses his free hand to touch the white of his collar, as though to steady himself. 
“Yes, Levi. I’m sure. I mentioned wanting to talk. It isn’t anything bad, I don’t think.”

Levi snorts. “You and I have different ideas about that.”

“I suppose we do.” He closes his eyes for a moment before looking to Levi’s face. “I thought I should tell you this because it’s only fair. I don’t want anything to come of it and I don’t think you do either.”

Levi raises an eyebrow. “Come of what?”

Erwin pauses, mouth open around an unspoken word, realizing Levi might think he’s speaking of their rather odd friendship. He closes his mouth. Waits until he has the correct words to put together.

“Come of the feelings I have for you. Beyond friendship. I like you very much, Levi, but I don’t want to jeopardize my work, nor do I want to jeopardize our friendship. As I said, I thought it only fair to tell you.”

Levi scratches at the bridge of his nose. That gesture is a nervous tick. “Thank you. For,” he pauses, not sure what he’s about to thank Erwin for. “Telling me, I guess.”

Erwin doesn’t quite interrupt him, but replies rather hurriedly. “That doesn’t mean you can’t continue to stay here. I don’t mind the company, as long as you’re comfortable. And I like the tea you make in the common kitchens more than the coffee we serve here.” 

Levi laughs. It isn’t exactly a gentle laugh, Levi isn’t exactly a gentle person, but it’s comforting still to Erwin. “Thanks for the honesty. And thanks for still letting me crash in the extra room. I don’t…think you’re going to do anything, you know. You’re an honest person, Erwin. Believe me, I fucking know that.”

Erwin smiles. “You’re always welcome here, you always help around the grounds. Father Diaz says you’re the best gardener we’ve had in years.”

“I’m the only gardener you’ve had in years.”

Erwin can’t protest it when it’s true. The weeds were overgrown for years before Levi decided to help in an attempt to pay for room and board.

The church grows silent, just the pattering of rain again, and the drip from the coffee pot.

“I think I’d be able to return the feelings if things had turned out a little bit different, you know. If I wasn’t….” Levi makes a vague gesture. On the streets, Erwin thinks, homeless and a rather incredible pick-pocket. There’s so much more to him, and Levi’s told small stories here and there of his home life from years ago, left for Erwin to piece together, but he understands what Levi’s at least trying to say.

It still isn’t what he expected to hear.

“You deserve something good, Erwin Smith.”

“We all do, Levi.“ At 36, Levi had taken a path through life different than most, but still. He was here. “We’ll remain friends, then.

Levi closes his eyes and leans back against the hard wood. “I’m sorry this is all I can give you, Erwin.”

“This isn’t something you should be sorry for. I never expected anything to come from this except give us both peace of mind.” Erwin hears the rain let up against the roof. “Is it too much to ask for tea at a time like this?”

Levi rubs his face and smiles. It’s faint, but Erwin doesn’t miss it. “Whatever you’d like, Father.”

PSA for unsure high school students

I’m sure you have already had questions about college, what you want to do with your life, and how you want to make money. For some reason people find it necessary to talk about it excessively which is really stressful, to say the least. Society (especially in the U.S) pushes the idea that you HAVE to go to college in order to be successful. That you have to immediately go to college after you graduate high school. And that you NEED to graduate high school. 

This is bullshit.

The pressure to go to college is insane. Trust me, I know. During my senior year of high school that’s all I ever heard. I couldn’t have a conversation without talking about college. Not only did it get annoying, but I felt a shit ton of guilt when I suddenly started having doubts about going to college at all. I had already decided a school and declared a major, meaning there was no going back, right? Well, kinda.

In all honesty, I wasn’t ready. I felt obligated to go because my family kept pushing it onto me over and over and over again. So I tried to convince myself I was ready, when in reality I was anything but. My mental health was so poor at the time but I tried to push it away, hoping that the whole “college is so much better” myth was true (Newsflash: it’s not true). Instead I found myself skipping classes for weeks on end, getting even more depressed and anxious, and ultimately had to take a medical leave because I wasn’t doing anything but hiding in my room. And I suppose that was kind of my fault. But here’s my point: 

Going to college is up to you. Not up to anyone else. It’s okay to wait a few years, or not go at all. There is no right time to go to college! Hell, I know people who still go to college in their late 30′s and 40′s. 

This is your life, not someone else’s. I know that society makes it seem like you have to go, but please be reassured when I say that you do not have to go to school to be successful. My best friend’s mom is a really successful makeup supplier and she didn’t go to college at all. I know a high school drop out who makes a perfect living. I’m not saying education isn’t important, because it is, but don’t do something you aren’t ready for. That only hurts more than helps. 

Take care of yourself first! College or not, just do what you love and do it the best you can! 

If I see another 'you me her' post tagged with lesbians I'm going to scream.

THEY’RE BI!
They’re fucking Bi!
Stop fucking ignoring the Bi community because you want more representation.
You know the only other Bi females OUT in the media that I can think of?
Sarah Lance and HarleyQuinn!

I get it, you’re starved of representation and looking for it everywhere.

And I know Jack is coming off as an ass but I honestly see it as realistic of someone who’s insecure and just found poly, you know why, because I’m at that point where I’ve now dated multiple people who are new to poly and they struggle with it, I’ve been poly for years now and I struggle with it.

Jealousy and coming out and finding a balance and working out communication is scary sometimes, especially when it’s new, especially when society tells you to deal with it differently to how’s actually healthy.

And I get pissed when you act like he’s just being an asshole, because yes he needs to grow the fuck up, but life change is scary and they’re working on it and that’s fucking important.

Do you realise how badly we needed this polyamorous model? Not of a happy and perfect polyam fam… but of a struggling, new to it, bunch of consenting adults.

That’s important and it’s helpful and you’ve got to stop pretending they’re not bi and he’s not insecure and new to this and that they’re all not insecure and new to this. Because I was nervous as hell and I knew I wanted poly with all my heart.

Just stop freaking ignoring this shit because it’s not perfect.
Especially if you’re not bi or poly and looking at this from a purely straight/gay monogamous standpoint.

I’m naturally polyamorous, it completes me in a way nothing else does and I wouldn’t give it up for the world. And me and some of my partners/potential parents/ex’s were insecure people and acted like twats at times because we didn’t know how to handle that and it’s a learning process, something I learned off older polyamorous people in the community, some of which have been polyamorous advocates since the early 90’s and have grandkids, others who are in their late 40’s, 30’s, early 20’s, 50's… they taught me how to see my jealousy and envy was based off my own insecurities and how to communicate and find solutions.

These three don’t even HAVE that, they’re seeing someone tho and that’s important.

I know this is a massive tangent about fandom discourse and reality, but still, I had two points:

1. Stop calling Emma and Izzy Lesbians, they’re Bi, it’s like if I called you a phase, it’s an insult and I will continue to be insulted by it because I’m sick of my identity being ignored.

2. Stop being pissy at the fact they’re being displayed as not perfect and as insecure and jealous and that they haven’t learned everything that it takes polycules years to learn anyway.

The fear of addressing a Black Man in a not-so-Black space.

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Last week, I was in Court waiting to pay a fine for a speeding ticket. I sat next to an older Black man, looking somewhat in his late 30’s or early 40’s. He complained loudly about how long the process was taking. Across from us sat a Hispanic kid, no older than 23. Across the room from us, accompanied by his mother. A Black father and his teenage daughter stood, talking over their case with a lawyer. In the corner next to me, sat an Indian girl rocking her Fenty Trainers. Standing next to her, were two middle age Korean ladies, who traded details about a fake Gucci bag one just brought for $360. An obese-looking white Priest (or a white man wearing Clerical clothing) walked in with his wife. The Black Man sitting next to me says out loud “Damn I wonder what he did to be in here, He probably molested someone’s child.” The room went quiet.

I sat next to him, herd every bit of the vile things he was saying out loud. We were in a room filled with people of every race, class backgrounds, education levels and so on. I wondered why no one said anything, or If I should be the one to say something. Three minutes goes by, and he does not stop voicing his disgust at there being a Priest, in a Court house. He must be a molester. The Priest, by this time has reclined to another corner of the room with his wife. They hear everything this man is saying, but says nothing. With every sentence uttered, I can see the priest’s face become a darker shade of pink. Before I could fully think it thru, I blurted out “Would you please shut up, we’re all in here for traffic violations.” He turned to me and said “Who the fuck are you with your bougie ass?” I replied, “I am a Catholic woman and I’m deeply offended by your words.” Now, while I did grow up Catholic, I haven’t been to church in over 10 years. I don’t think I’ve ever uttered the words “I’m a Catholic woman” before. I say this to say that this has nothing to do with religion, but everything to do with the fear I had. The fear of addressing a loud-mouthed Black Man in a space filled with people who simply accepted his bigotry, and decided not to say anything.

After I kindly asked him to shut up, I became his new target. He called me fake for having a weave, and slung other insults my way. He told me he’s happy my boyfriend wasn’t there because he would’ve beat him up. I laughed. The Priest jumped in saying to the older man “How dare he talk to a woman that way.” It was cute he tried to help, but I’ve had years of experience defeating older Black men with my words.

We caused such a commotion, the court officers came in to calm the situation but the priest and I, were left with “hey, it’s freedom of speech.”

Is it normal that I had a fear of “scolding” a Black Man in front of non-Black POC and white people? Calling out a Black person for their ignorance, closed-mindedness and bigotry in the face of non-Black people, when those are the stereotypes we’re trying so hard to curve.

I am a 23 year old Black Woman, sharing her experience in a hope to understand it.