let me take a break

great comet songs summarized by hamilton quotes
  • prologue: we have a war to fight, let's move along.
  • pierre: meanwhile in all the bleedin' and fightin', i've been readin' and writin'
  • moscow: and we just happen to be in the greatest city in the world!
  • the private and intimate life of the house: you'll be back. soon you'll see. you'll remember you belong to me.
  • natasha & bolkonskys: here's an itemized list of thirty years of disagreements! sweet jesus!
  • no one else: look into your eyes, and the sky's the limit, i'm helpless! down for the count, and i'm drowning in 'em.
  • the opera: i have never been the type to try and grab the spotlight. we were at a revel with some revels on a hot night.
  • natasha & anatole: trying to catch your eyes from the side of the ballroom.
  • natasha lost: how could i dO this?
  • the duel (part one): no more sex, pour me another brew, son!
  • the duel (part two): can we agree that duels are dumb and immature? sure, but your man has to answer for his words.
  • dust and ashes: i imagine death so much, it feels more like a memory. is this where it gets me? on my feet, several feet ahead of me? if i see it coming, do i run, or fire my gun, or let it be? there is no beat, no melody.
  • sunday morning: i take the children to church on sundays, the sign of the cross at the door.
  • charming: i'm so sorry to bother you at home, but i don't know where to go, and i came here all alone.
  • the ball: lord, show me how to say no to this, i don't know how to say no to this. in my mind i'm trying to go, then her (his) mouth is on mine, and i don't say no!
  • letters: why do you write like you're running out of time?
  • sonya & natasha: be careful with that one, love, he will do what it takes to survive.
  • sonya alone: i know my sister like i know my own mind, you will never find anyone as trusting or as kind. i love my sister more than anything in this life, i will choose her happiness over mine, every time.
  • preparations: rumors only grow, and we both know what we know.
  • balaga: no one has more resilience, or matches my practical, tactical brilliance!
  • the abduction: one last time, relax, have a drink with me. one last time, let's take a break tonight, and i'll teach you how to say goodbye.
  • in my house: most of them in my own house. DAMN! you ever see somebody ruin their own life?
  • a call to pierre: *jefferson voice* whaaaaaaaaaaaaat
  • find anatole: i'm not here for you.
  • pierre & anatole: congratulations. you have invented a new kind of stupid. a damage you can never undo kind of stupid. an open all the cages in the zoo kind of stupid. truly, you didn't think this through, KIND OF STUPID.
  • natasha very ill: i'm erasing myself from the narrative. you have torn it all apart, i'm watching it burn.
  • pierre & andrey: don't lecture ME about the war, you didn't fight in it! i almost died in a trench, while you were off getting high with the french!
  • pierre & natasha: if you see him in the street, walking by her side, talking by her side, have pity. they are going through the unimaginable.
  • the great comet of 1812: let me tell you what i wish i'd known, when i was young and dreamed of glory.
First year of college reflection

Hey guys! I know I’ve been SUPER inactive here. Let me tell you: taking a break from the internet and social media (other than Snapchat) has been so refreshing. Who knew the internet was breeding grounds for drama?

At any rate, I thought I would update you all as quickly as I can on my year (feel free to send me specific questions). This year has been quite the rollercoaster emotionally, academically, and socially, but I can honestly say, it beats high school a million times over. I’ve gotten to be more independent, forge some incredible connections (Stephanie, my English prof, and I are now officially friends and we text and I’m going to babysit for her), and tried to learn to trust myself more as a student (I still have a long way to go, I know). 

As you witnessed, I fought through depression and it was hard to test my limits. But in the end, I did come through for myself. I gave it my all, and I succeeded. I would’ve been proud if I did take an incomplete or not gotten the A, but I was able to prove to myself that ain’t NOTHING getting in the way. Not even mental illness. Take that, depression.

My test anxiety is also almost completely mitigated. This entire year, I only cried over three tests and had a panic attack over ONE out of the three. You don’t even know; as someone who cried over every test (and we had lots) throughout high school, that’s a huge accomplishment. 

Grades wise, this was my final report: 

I’m proud because my grades showcase what I am capable of. They don’t brag about something that was easy for me and not for others. No, they tell the story of someone who had to find the balance between mental health and grades, but who did not give up, and who worked their ass off to be the best they could be. I know people have yelled at me for “bragging” in the past but the outcome of that conversation was that I should not be attacked or shamed for showing my good grades and my accomplishments. So I say screw the haters, I’m going to say it loud and say it proud. This was the best I could do for myself. (I dropped a class first semester because it was too much, actually.)

In summation, this was a trying but life-changing and humbling year. I’m going right back into a summer class (accelerated, which is scary af) on Tuesday. But I can do anything if I put my mind to it. I’m armed with motivation, drive, and passion. With those three things, nothing can really go wrong in the end.


10-Heart Pop-Art Eligibles

So here it is, all in one place. Thank you all, it’s been fun!

If you’d like, check out the previous 10-Heart Pop-Art posts or some of my other personal work.

Give me a story where one of Bruce’s children has a kid (it doesn’t matter who, but Jason would be so sweet as a father) and Bruce is blown away by the fact that he is a grandfather. Where he’s standing there holding this tiny baby in his arms and he’s completely lost for words. He’s never been good with words, but now he can’t even begin to form them.

Because this is something he never expected. Not in a million years did he imagine himself as a grandfather. He had seen his life going down a very specific path when he was young. A very specific, very lonely path. Long term attachments had been outlawed to him by his choice of lifestyle, and children were even more out of the question.

He’d always known what the cape and cowl meant: an end to the Wayne family line. He had no siblings, and no close relatives. No one to continue the historical name, and he’d been ok with it. Or at least he thought he had. So when Dick, then Jason, Cass, Tim, and Damian had come they’d each been a surprise. A happy surprise, a surprise that was to Bruce always fleeting. Especially when he lost them, especially when he got them back. 

So no, he hadn’t expected a grandchild. Not when everyone of his own kids had followed his footsteps. They’d all done it in their own unique way, but Bruce still saw what they did as a road with one outcome. That outcome was never settling down, never finding ‘the one’, and never starting their own family.

Yet. Here he stood, holding, not just the next generation, but the third generation of the Wayne name after his parents. Bright and bubbly, in his arms there was life, and with life hope for the future. Not just the future of his family, but the future in general. Because if a man like him could be so lucky to have made it to becoming a grandfather, then the world was better than he’d thought it was.



what a cute husband im crying too you’re so emotionally invested


he’s the cutest boy in existence i can’t even… probably top 1 of 3 (and did u hear the “mhm” he says as the camera shows kongpope??? i AM OBSESSED with that mannerism of his ohmygod it’s like he has to agree with what he says always)

i s2g i exploded

wow we have this trend of people liking bdsm huh (i s2g im like this)

ok i said that arthit is the cutest boy of 3 cutest boys right… here’s top 2






yoga: yog’d

weepings: weeped

shower: showered

bad thoughts: thinked

tea: currently steeping

five minutes until bedtime, just wrapping up some self-care stuff for the day.


The only call you are going to get from me is a couple months from now. I’ll be sitting on the floor in a bar bathroom at 2 am, drunk, and someone will have just got done butchering a Fall Out Boy song. In that second I’ll miss being in love with you but that will be it.
—  I’m sorry you hurt me so much


fucccc i love her work so much guys i swear it’s the funniest and most embarrassing crack ever please read it for me and scream with or at me

IN OTHER NEWS here’s a little teaser of my piece for the book that i worked on all day insert eye emoji

jujubanana  asked:

What are ur arguments against the *usuk is incest* question? I need to win from my sister, but I can't think of something to prove that it's not incest


here come the can-o-worms, //clears throat:

  • they are fictional characters of personified countries
  • besides the fact that they are fictional; they are personified countries
  • that means they have their own set of rules when it comes to “human” things, which include:
  • no one is related. they choose how they are “related” to one another.
  • example 1: russia and his sisters are very close, but belarus (in the old times) has tried to marry him and stuff. i don’t see anyone pointing fingers at that.
  • example 2: even though it is depicted multiple times that america and canada are seen as “twins” or at least “brothers”, they have also said multiple times (especially in the recent comics) that they “aren’t technically related” but “if they were..” and etc.
  • example 3: france (and many other countries) has claimed he’s “everyone’s big brother”. no one is pointing out that and saying he’s basically in every incestous ship, because we know he’s saying so metaphorically. and they know that countries cant actually be related by blood.
  • i could go on, but i’ll move on for now
  • going back to the “related by blood” thing, let’s think about how countries are born, shall we?
  • how are they born?
  • a lot of micronations (in this case, sealand specifically) just pop up and become a personification of a country. even though sealand is seen to be england’s “child” or w/e, doesn’t that seem a little off? how is england able to produce a “child” by himself??? mitosis?????
  • literally the thing everyone freakin’ looks over is that COUNTRIES POP UP FROM NOWHERE. in this case; america and canada. canada takes on characteristics from france and some other countries because of historical events. from that, we know that multiple countries can contribute to how the personification would look like.
  • in canada’s situation, he has multiple “parents”, and is now technically england’s “child” now. let’s take a moment for that to sink in.
  • i know this is such a meme, but literally england found america in the middle of the freakin’ grass and said “imma be your older brother now lol”. HOW DOES THAT SOLIDIFY ANYTHING besides saying “imma raise you like an older brother”
  • yes, a lot of relationships in this universe are “family” related, but that’s probably because it’s referring how historically they interacted. it’s the “human" version of how they are related.
  • NO ONE TALKS ABOUT HOW COUNTRIES AGE. literally america caught up with everyone else in 0.3 seconds. even though he’s treated and seen as a “kid” by all the old nations, i feel like that’s just because he’s a new country compared to them. (also wtf even is their “canon age”, aren’t they all 20 or some shit– that’s weird even in itself)
  • it looks like the ageing cap is around 20-30, so that’s why they all look around the same age. (besides all the micronations, because ofc they are smaller nations. so they are physically smaller, which makes sense. but even some micronations are older than some “fully grown” nations, so wtf??)
  • if that’s the case, then WHY are people insisting that “this country is a big brother to this country” if they are now/can be all the same “age”
  •  i will say this again for the people in the back: COUNTRIES AGE DIFFERENTLY THAN HUMANS.
  • because, y’know… they aren’t human.
  • “but england is like family to america, so that’s weird ;((” i hear you cry. then target out Spamano, NorIce, ChinaxJapan, ItalyxRomano (lol i dunno what those ship names are), Franada, AmeCan, etc. why just target out USUK? is it because it’s the biggest ship in the fandom???
  • also, if USUK is the biggest ship in the fandom, and everyone who ships it see’s it as “not incest”, then maybe OPEN UP YOUR EYES a little bit???????
  • if you have a whole headcanon chart of who you think “is technically related to who”, then your chart is possibly aaaaall covered up with pen. practically dripping in ink, because “technically” everyone is related according to your logic. if you are going the historically accurate route with that, your ships are probably “technically related”.
  • unless someone creates a human AU where they decide who’s blood related to whoever, then yes, in their AU, incest can potentially happen if the creator decides to go down that route.
  • if you think that england’s bond between america is “too family oriented” to you, then you do you. you don’t have to ship them romantically.
  • but don’t you DARE attack others for seeing that relationship as otherwise.
  • don’t you DARE force other people to take on what you believe in.
  • don’t you DARE isolate an entire sub-fandom because of your headcanons
  • don’t you DARE call out USUK shippers, when you are shipping Franada.
  • don’t you DARE tell others what they can or cannot ship. especially in a fictional series that has no canon family relationships.

**all that being said, i DON’T WANT this to be an argument. please do NOT reblog or reply to this is saying you disagree, make your own dang post about it. please do NOT send me any asks or submissions telling me your negative opinion on the matter. i’m not turning a blind-eye towards other’s opinions, i just don’t want to feel bad about my OTP after 6 years of taking that shit. chances are i know what you are going to say to me. so please spare this oldie who just wants two fictional blonde guys to hold hands and stuff**

thank you for those who are open minded, and please pray for those usuk shippers who frequently get attacked with the age-old argument that “usuk is incest”.

Let me take a break


Why was she out again?

Murasaki sighed, feeling even lower in energy than usual. Dark purple eyes fixed in the floor in front of her, she tried to ignore the sun that shone brightly over her. She would have rather stayed at home… in the dark.

Her arms closed even harder about Bebe-tan, bringing the toy closer to her body with a squeeze. As if such an action would bring some courage for her to continue trying hard. However, whichever momentary power-up she got from holding the toy seemed to fade under the sun.

After taking a look to make sure the other Hebijou members wouldn’t see her fleeting training in search for a shadow, Murasaki rushed herself to the first building he found. Was this a food stall? As long as there was shadow and maybe an A/C she’d be more than ok.


My contribution for day one of Nursey week. Warnings for anxiety, gaslighting and emotional abuse.


It’s the silence that really gets to Derek.

He can deal with noise. The chattering of relatives and banging of pots and pans when he sees his grandparents, the shouting of raucous young men filling the Haus at Samwell, even his mother’s singing and the scratching of his mom’s pencil on paper could be classified as noise. Noise doesn’t hurt. Or maybe it would if Derek’s brain knew how to process stimulation properly, but after years of breakdowns and crying fits, his brain knows now how to shut down quite effectively. Voices start to raise or lights get too bright and Derek is gone, yanked out of his body and left to watch from a distance. It’s safer up there, with his body numb and his head filled with cotton instead of brains.

This is different. This is no safe, manufactured quiet. This is a silence that sucks in everything around it, leaves the air dry and cold, makes Derek’s quiet breaths sound like thunder. He’s trapped in a car with what seems like a quickly dwindling air supply and his father in the driver’s seat. Somehow the second part of the equation scares him more.

This started out well. Derek had come in with a clear plan: explain to his father that it hurt him when his father cancelled plans at the last minute. No raised voice, no confrontational tone, just calmly explain and ask that he give Derek a little more warning in the future. Easy.

Derek has no idea when or how the plan went to shit. All he knows is he just apologized to his father about seven times, and since then, the sound and air have been slowly siphoned out of the car, leaving Derek alone with spasming lungs and the disappointed face of the person whose approval he craves the most.

Stupid, he thinks to himself. He was overreacting. He always overreacts when it comes to his dad. He shouldn’t have said anything. Now he’s upset, and his dad is upset, and the silence is getting stronger by the second.

“I’m sorry,” Derek tries to say again, just to say something. His words come out as barely a whisper. The silence is stealing my words, he thinks, and then frowns. He’s being pretentious again. No one likes it when he does that. He digs his teeth into the side of his tongue and prays that he’ll be out of this car soon.


“Now just follow me and we can start the tour,” says the short, pie-wielding Wellie. His southern accent is pretty strong, but not in an obnoxious way, Derek muses. It’s charming, really. He’s trying to come up with a suitable descriptor for the guy’s exact tone quality when his equilibrium goes wonky and the ground starts rushing towards his face. Derek closes his eyes and does his best to protect his face as he lands hard on the concrete.

“Shit,” he mutters once the shock of the impact is over and he’s able to move shakily to his knees. “I’m fine,” he announces to the crowd of current and potential Samwell hockey players surrounding him.
“Are you sure, sweetheart?” the southern guy– Bitty, that’s what Shitty had called him– asks, and Derek wonders dimly how Bitty got over to him so quickly.
“Yeah, just a little tumble. It’s chill.”
“Alright, well I’m going to head on back to the front of this little parade of ours, but if you need first aid or to take a break, just let me know.”
“Thanks. I’m sorry.”
Bitty looks at him, puzzled. “Sorry for what?”
“For holding you guys up. I know we’re already running a bit late.”
“Well that’s just silly. Tripping is not anything you need to be apologizing for.”
“Oh,” Derek says. He smiles slightly. “Okay.”


“Sorry,” Derek gasps. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he continues through shuddering breaths. “I’m sor-”
“No,” Holster says firmly. He lays a hand on Derek’s shoulder and softens his tone. “It’s okay. It’s okay, you’re allowed, alright? Me and Ransom, and, fuck, like half the dudes on this team, have been through exactly what you’re going through. Do you want to hold onto my hand?”

Derek ducks his head, not wanting to meet Holster’s eyes. He absolutely does want to hold onto Holster’s hand, but he knows that it’ll be better if he can just get out of the room and finish his stupid panic attack out of his teammate’s way.
“Hey, hey,” Holster says, stroking Derek’s arm. “It’s okay. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. I want to help, okay? Just grab my hand if you want to and breathe with me, alright? It’s gonna be okay, I promise.”

Derek almost says no. But something in Holster’s voice, something soft and understanding, makes him grab hold of Holster’s hand.
Holster smiles, and Derek almost feels important.


Derek says goodbye to the hockey team at Lake Quad, where his friend Lea is waiting with a notepad and a bag filled with far more pens than any human being could ever need. The two of them watch the team leave in their little pack, yelling and laughing all the way.
“How do you deal with.. all that?” Lea asks, waving a hand at the shrieking hockey players. “I feel like you’d never get a minute of silence with those dudes around.”

Nursey smiles and shrugs nonchalantly. “Ehh. There are worse things than noise.”

It’s probably not a secret that I’m madly in love with Lucien. I’ve written and read plenty of meta about him to gather a general insight on what the ACOTAR fandom thinks of him. Often I find that people see him as a tragic character that’s going to either rise or fall to the occasion— and I can relate to that method of thinking. However, I’ve begun to notice that a lot of these comments about Lucien are, in fact, very misleading and are almost always full of double standards. For instance, these are a few of the classics:

  • “I want him to succeed but not until he repents.”
  • “Lucien should just leave Tamlin. He’s a High Lord’s son, right? He’s should be able to just walk out spewing fire everywhere.”
  • “He’ll ally with the Nigh Court after Feyre uses Elain as bait.”
  • “Lucien isn’t as damaged as Feyre, and she managed to escape.”

And on, and on…

It’s disgusting.

I’m going to try to keep this as calm and educational as possible (even though on the inside I’m typing in caps and being bitter) so let me address the first issue with the above statements: they’re all unrealistic, contain harmful representation of a person suffering abuse, and are brimming with double standards. Lucien doesn’t need to repent. I’m tired of seeing this as a scapegoat for readers to think that “after character does X they will be deemed good enough and receive Y at the ending.” Lucien doesn’t need to be forgiven for trying to survive. He’s a victim of immense abuse (*see horrific references below) and he’s only ever acted accordingly to what would keep him alive. I realize that the main scenario readers want Lucien to apologize for is the scene in ACOMAF where he tries to take Feyre back to the Spring Court. Let me break this down for you all.

While the event was definitely one portraying him as an antagonist, Lucien still believed that the Night Court was evil and manipulate— especially where the mind is concerned. Rhysand literally can place claws inside of a persons mind, and he once threatened Lucien to step aside or have the Autumn Court and his mother executed. (We all know it was for show, but did Lucien? Of course not.) So when this girl, who was deeply in love with his only friend, disappears and is found with a new, wicked attitude that matches Rhysand’s to an extent and Illyrian wings to boot…hell, if I were Lucien I’d probably think some mind control had come into play as well. This is where things get a bit tricky, however. Lucien does realize that Feyre looks healthier and seems to be better off in the Night Court, but he’s not certain if it’s real or a compulsion. Given that he has no way of knowing the truth, and that believing Rhysand had truly helped Feyre get better after Rhysand’s last encounter with Lucien had been full of threats, I’m lead to believe that Lucien was trying to help Feyre escape, even if it meant brining her back to Spring. We also have to consider that Lucien, although having shown signs of being wary of Tamlin’s behavior,  still loves Tamlin because he offered him a home when his own brothers chased him out of his court. So if Tamlin orders him to do something, Lucien will do it out of loyalty and fear. Loyalty, for what he thinks he owes Tamlin because he’s never known what it’s like to be free, and fear because he knows Tamlin will lash out violently if he doesn’t get his way.

The second and third points I’ve stated are probably the worst I’ve seen. Lucien is the seventh son of the High Lord of Autumn, so he more than likely has magic that can rival other High Fae and, possibly, even High Lords. However, we have to consider that Lucien never reveals his magic for a few reasons. He could not know how to control it because no one may have bothered to show him. He could be terrified or disgusted with it, because fire (and let’s assume it’s fire magic) can cause devastating destruction. Or he simply doesn’t have enough power to rival Tamlin’s, and he knows this so he doesn’t try because the one time he DID stand up for himself, when he announced that he would leave his family’s court, he was hunted down.

Much like using one person’s love for another is a prominent motif in this story, Elain could potentially be used as bait for Lucien to “behave” himself in the Spring Court because he probably knows Feyre is up to something. This is wrong and deceitful for so many reasons. If Lucien is to have a character arc that rivals the main character’s own development (which I firmly believe he will) then he needs to come about this revelation on his own terms, not because of someone else— not matter if they’re his mate. If Elain were to be used against him, that would only further his abuse. This would be manipulating and traumatizing a PTSD and abuse survivor. He’s already lost one person he loved, and to dangle his mate in front of him for his cooperation won’t make him realize he’s more than he believes himself to be— it will only continue to make Lucien think that he’s worth less than those around him. Also, Elain doesn’t deserve to be treated like a piece of meat, much less by her sister (so I doubt this will happen, but it agonizes me to continuously see this theory).

On the topic of which character faced more abuse than the other, it’s nonexistent. We should never compare two characters’s trauma for the sake of figuring out who deserves the most sympathy. That’s so incredibly offensive and WRONG.  This applies to all situations, books, and real life events, but for this rant I’m applying it to the concept that Feyre suffered more than Lucien and therefore calling Lucien an abused character like Feyre doesn’t mean anything. It’s important to note that I strongly disagree with this, and that I think their suffering is equal in that they’ve felt it both so strongly that it’s ruined parts of their lives they can never get back. No suffering can be measured, for everyone feels it differently. That being said, Feyre and Lucien DO contain many parallels together—mostly that Lucien is exactly in Feyre’s position, stuck between loving Tamlin and fearing him, but he doesn’t have a Rhysand to help him escape.


  • He was treated like dirt in his homeland. 
  • His lover was murdered right in front of him as he was held down by his family.
  • When he stood up for himself and told them he was going to leave Autumn, his brothers hunted him down and tried to murder him.
  • He’s never had real friends aside from Tamlin, so he doesn’t understand how a real friend should treat their friends. 
  • Tamlin helped kill one of his brothers, and Lucien feels indebted to him.
  • Lucien is known as the drunk, flirtatious courtier/spy that isn’t stable and cannot remain in a single court. This has definitely effected the way he thinks about himself and his self worth.
  • Amarantha used Lucien as a flogging board when Tamlin didn’t obey her.
  • Lucien’s eye was ripped out because he once again tried to stand up for himself on a task that wasn’t even his own.
  • No one has even tried to help him battle his PTSD, so it’s only festered
  • Ianthe pursued him and tried to rape him but he managed to escape her
  • Lucien has never had someone to talk to about these things.

Bottom line, treat Lucien better. He deserves so much more.

2D☆STAR Vol.6 - B-PROJECT Private Uncensored Special

B-Project, who while going through movie appearances, live concerts, in the middle of 6 consecutive new song releases, and always going through the pressure of work, talked about their private lives! Driving, drinking, and even their bedrooms!? We’ll reveal what they talked about! There’s no doubt that you’ll be knocked out from the difference in the smiles you see on TV ❤

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... richonne alpha foreplay ... because 0000000000.00010th of one second is too long to wait for michonne to get that shirt off, to get on her back and to submit to rick.

his arms … have all kinds of mercy on me — his arms!!! look at that firm, muscular grasp on her waist, the perfect contrast of his hands and her beautiful skin; he’s gripping her to him…and she follows…(hot, soooo hot).

then, in rick’s let-me-take-you style, while in mid-roll and w/out breaking contact, he picks her up and *places* her beneath him, he’s already between her legs and ready to thrust and impale her. like a champ, rick takes back the lead, michonne receives him, and i’m … left out … again. please send me an invite, richonne … you are my fictional fantasy. 

btw, you know what … i’m crushed. like … what da-fuq happened to the rest of this scene, amc?!?! or the post-marriage sex scene, where my imagination is:

… that, after dinner, rick stands up and reaches out his hand to help michonne to her feet, their height difference on display as he asks her for the first dance as man and wife. michonne nods, smiles and reaches her arms up around him, clasping her fingers behind his neck while twirling a handful of his curls. 

in the soft glow of candlelight, rick closes their gap as he pulls her to him … they move together slowly, cheek to cheek,  as rick hums the “here comes the bride” tune … they both close their eyes and melt into each other, no space or matter between them, holding each other closer than they ever thought possible, to savor this moment of pure, absolute happiness and the most beautiful feeling of love either has ever known. 

overcome with the rapture of this moment, rick pulls back and kisses michonne’s forehead … he raises michonne’s chin so their eyes can meet … and while they stare into each other’s soul, neither realized they were already deeply enveloped in an extremely passionate kiss … nor that rick has lifted michonne into his arms, and that she in return opens and wraps her legs around his waist. drowning in the midst of moist sounds and heavy breathing, rick walks them over to their pallet bed as michonne’s runs her fingers through rick’s silky tresses — he lays her down on her back, resting on all fours and between her legs.

he’s kissing her fervently, but suddenly opens his eyes … and slows the kiss … he breaks contact and raises up a bit, hovering over her. michonne opens her eyes to look at him … and he at her.  rick is … gazing at her … admiring her … falling even deeper in love with her, as she’s also doing with him. ”you’re so beautiful, michonne,” rick said,  as her soft face glowed with a smile for this man, her husband, the love of her life. “so are you,” she replied, as she cupped and caressed his beautiful face. she ran her hands down his chest, then lower … “i want you inside me, rick,” she says, as she writhes beneath him, imploring him with her eyes and her hand now firmly gripping his bulging crotch; she’s enticingly breathless and aching for him to make love to her. rick smiles … and softly kisses her lips before he rises above her, still looking at his lovely bride, his wife, the love of his life.

with their eyes locked on each other, rick begins to pull his shirt out of his pants … and slowly, he unbuttons his blue western shirt. michonne’s breathing begins to quicken and her thighs begin to tremble at the thought of him making love to her. rick’s pinks lips are ripe and inviting to michonne, his cock is enormo-… (snaps out of it…!) got dammit!

i shouldn’t have to imagine this no more!!! i waited forever TO SEE this happen — i planned ahead, had my non-refundable expenses and funeral paid, but, nooooo …. gimple decides to spare me the *richonne love making scene* death i was lookin’ forward to … that ain’t right! 

i was and i am ready to see everything —- i need to see everything … and i ain’t dyin’ until i do!!!!

gif#1: loveforever86 — gif#2: godlaughingwhilstyoumakeplans

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Pair meet each going to adopt a puppy at a shelter

Dex had just finished taking the last of the older dogs for their walk and had settled them in their kennel with a rawhide when he heard the bell over the door chime. Cursing because he was hot and sweaty and doing an amazing impression of a tomato, Dex hurried up to the front, hoping it was someone who actually planned to adopt. When he stepped out, he was not at all prepared for someone that attractive to be waiting and checking out the pictures of the animals.

Dex hung up the leash in his hand and tried to remember how to do his job. “Um…hi. Can I help you?”

Dex and the hot guy were about the same height so it meant that when the hot guy turned around, he could stare right into eyes that seemed to sparkle with concealed amusement. “Yeah, I wanted to adopt a dog.”

“Great!” Dex put on his brightest smile and moved out from behind the counter. “If you follow me, I can take you to the kennel. We’ve got lots of great dogs looking for a great owner.”

As he opened the door, Dex cringed. He’d been so flustered by that 5 o’clock shadow and the tattoo on a strong, muscled arm that he’d forgotten to ask for a name or even give his own. “I’m Dex, by the way. If you have any questions, I mean.”

There was a soft chuckle from behind him. “I’m Derek, though my team calls me Nursey.”

The moment they walk into the kennel all the dogs start barking at the newcomer and Dex smiles. He loves seeing them all get excited and eager for someone to possibly take them home.

Once the dogs had quieted down, Dex asked. “Team?”

Derek smiled at him and Dex felt his heart start to beat faster. “I’m on the Samwell hockey team. Just got offered a room at the Haus and after a bit of prodding and pleading, I got them to agree to let me have a dog.”

“Well, I’m sure we can find the perfect dog for you and your team.”

“I hope so. I want all the guys to think that I’m chill and nothing gets to me, you know? And I think a dog will help me stay relaxed.” Derek’s cheeks went red. “I’m going to shut up now and stop rambling.”

Dex gave Derek a genuine smile. “No. It’s okay. I definitely understand. It’s part of why I started working here. Being around the dogs really helps. My friends say I can be a little high strung and..” Dex peeked over at Derek and bit his lip, “and you don’t need to know all that. You go to Samwell too?”

“Yup! I’m a sophomore and still have no idea what major I want to pick.” Derek nudged Dex with his shoulder. “Now show me some dogs. Maybe someone who’s as ‘chill’ as I like to pretend to be?”

“Do you like big dogs? Little dogs? Certain breeds?” Dex pointed to a few of the kennels and when he didn’t get a response, he remembered a pair of dogs who had recently been abandoned. He reached out for Derek’s hand and pulled him over. “Actually, I think I have just the dog for you.”

Inside the kennel, Dex brought Derek to was a sleepy basset hound and another larger dog which seemed to be a mutt. “Josie here is probably one of the most ‘chill’ dogs we’ve ever had come in. I think she might be perfect for you. Do you want to meet her?”

Derek blushed and knelt down to get a good look at Josie. She lifted her head and regarded the newcomer before shuffling over and sniffing at Derek’s outstretched hand before letting out a soft bark. “Yeah. That would be nice.”

“Stay right here and I’ll grab a leash.” Dex could hear Derek talking quietly to Josie as he fetched the leash and when he came back, Derek was sitting on the floor in front of the kennel, still talking. “You two seem close already.”

Derek stood and let Dex get Josie out of the kennel. He ran a hand through his hair and Dex watched the hand a moment, almost forgetting to hand over the leash. Once Derek had the leash, Josie padded around his legs and sat.

Derek knelt again and ran a hand over Josie’s ears and sighed. “I think you’re right.” Josie licked at Derek’s fingers and Derek smiled. “She’s the one. I’ll take her.”

“Great! Follow me out to the front and we’ll get you set up. Josie here has already been spayed and her shots are up to date. So there’s not too much you need to do.”

As they walked toward the front, there was a bark from the kennel Josie had been in and both Derek and Dex looked over to see Josie’s mate scratching at the door.

“What’s his story?”

“Jack? He and Josie came from the same house. We figure they were friends and lived in the same house. They’ve been close since they came in.”

Derek’s face fell. “I’d hate to separate them. Especially since they were raised together.”

Dex bit his lip. “Actually, you don’t have to worry. I was planning on adopting Jack soon.”

Derek beamed at Dex, happiness sparkling from his eyes. He took a step closer to Dex and leaned in close. “That’s great! Maybe we could get the dogs together to let them play?”

Dex knew his face was red again, but the way Derek’s words moved over his skin was electric. “I’d like that. After we fill out your paperwork, I can give you my number?”

“I’d like that.” Derek followed Dex out front and filled out the paperwork. Once he’d finished, he looked up to find Dex holding out a post-it note. “What’s that?”

“My number. If you still want it.”

Dex started to pull his hand back, but Derek caught him and took the post-it. “I do. Was gonna hand you my phone so you could put your number in, but this definitely works too.”

Running a hand through his hair, Dex tried to think of any reason to get Derek to stay a little longer. “I hope everything works out with Josie. She’s a great dog.”

Josie was leaning against Derek’s legs, tongue lolling out happily. “I think she’s going to be the perfect fit.” Derek took a deep breath and look Dex in the eye. “I know this is probably stupid, but is there any way you would want to come with me and help me pick out some supplies? That is if you’re done here or could take a break?”

“I can do that. Let me just tell my boss. My shift’s just about done anyway.”

Derek’s face lit up and he shooed Dex toward the door. “Go, go.”

Dex laughed and hurried back to let his boss know he was leaving and then hurried back to where Derek was waiting. “We’re all set. There’s a pet store just down the street that has a great selection.”

They walked out together, Josie plodding along behind them.