like how adorable can this girl be

poor clarisse is just tryna be a butch lesbian and then rick was like “mmmmmmm lemme just make her defining trait being a violent bully” and then rick was like “mmmmm but she’s Sensitive she just needs help to become more Girlish and i can make a Girly Girl teach her How To Love” fuck that fuck rick clarisse is a brave and heroic hairy fat butch lesbian who loves & adores & respects her happy and alive femme girlfriend in everything, thx.

dadvans  asked:

TOP FIVE STORIES PEOPLE HAVE ABOUT VICTOR "MY HUSBAND" NIKIFOROV

HOW CAN I PICK JUST FIVE, DADVANS, HE IS LIKE, A CRYPTID THAT JUST WANTS TO SHOW YOU PICTURES OF HIS BEAUTIFUL HUSBAND AND ADORABLE DOG. WHO PROBABLY DON’T EXIST. HE PROBABLY BOUGHT OUT SOME DUDE’S STOCK OF MODELING PHOTOS. THERE’S NO WAY A DUDE THAT CUTE EXISTS IN THIS TOWN, WE’D KNOW ABOUT IT.

  1. “okay you know that guy who comes in, the russian one that tips well?” “wait, the one that’s always talking about his husband and their dog?” “yeah, that guy! he came in with cupcakes he said his husband made, they’re in the break room.” 
  2. “so we had this girl being harassed, and like, this super gay dude just sat down beside her, whipped out an ipad, and started showing her pictures of his husband and their dog like he’d known her for years, and the guy trying to hit on her tried to tell him they were talking, and the super gay dude says, in this super Russian accent ‘don’t be stupid, nobody would want to talk to you. go away. we’re looking at pictures of my husband’.” “LMAO that’s My Husband, he’s always here when his husband is travelling.”
  3. “this guy came in to get an actual fucking blue rinse on his hair and spent the entire time talking about how his husband learned how to knit and made him a scarf and he went on and on about how talented he was” “was the scarf good” “lmao it looked like someone threw yarn against a wall and picked it up all tangled” “what did you say?” “what do you think I said, he tipped me 40% and took ten cards.”
  4. “I think My Husband is catfishing us, because I looked at the pictures he has of My Husband and lmao that’s like, Yuri Katsuki the skater.” “what, really?” “I mean, My Husband is hot or whatever, but can you imagine being married to him?” “lmao he probably downloaded the pictures and built this entire imaginary life about him and Katsuki, poor dude.” 
  5. “GUYS. GUYS, THIS IS NOT A DRILL. ALERT. ALERT. GUYS. MY HUSBAND’S HUSBAND IS AT THE BAR, AND HE HAS OUR DOG WITH HIM. ALERT. ALERT. MY HUSBAND’S HUSBAND AND OUR DOG ARE REAL, AND THEY’RE SITTING AT THE BAR. ACT CALM.” “holy shit it’s actually yuri katsuki.” “are you fucking kidding me.”
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everyone in harry potter is a poc: hannah abbot (x)

A pink faced girl with a white headscarf stumbled out of the line, put on the hat, which fell right down over her eyes, and sat down. ‘HUFFLEPUFF!’ shouted the hat. The table on the right cheered and clapped as Hannah went to sit down at the Hufflepuff table; the ghost of the Fat Friar waving merrily at her.

The Signs as Characters from It (2017)

Aries: Beverly. Daring, passionate, adventurous, vivacious, and optimistic. Stands up for themselves. Most likely to have a secret admirer (or six). Edgy haircut. Secret talent = murder.

Taurus: Ben. Steady, responsible, and dependable. Physically strong. Thinks about their crush 24/7 but keeps it on the down low. Heart of gold. Great at building things. Likes snacks.

Gemini: Pennywise. Evil, pure evil. Laughs a lot. Always trying to chat you up when you’re busy. Won’t take no for an answer. EVIL. Sleeps a lot.

Cancer: Eddie. Needs attention. Emotionally fragile. Persistent, loyal, and affectionate. Favorite hobby is being an anxious mess. WebMD. Flawless color coordination. Likes bad boys (i.e. Sagittarius). Fanny packs.

Leo: Bill. Charismatic, generous, truthful, and brave. A natural leader. Kind and creative. Protective of their friends and loved ones. Stubborn and determined. Perf.

Virgo: Stan. Neat, rational, and analytical. Can be shy or quiet. Hardworking and practical. Neurotic. Perfectly ironed polos and khakis. Boy Scout. Taken for granted. Cleans windows like a boss.

Libra: Richie. Never stops talking. Knows all the gossip. Has like 4553835851 friends but still fears being alone. Video games. Musically gifted. Just wants to be loved. Eats ice cream to dull the pain of existential crises.

Scorpio: Ben. Cerebral, reserved, and secretive. Romantic and thoughtful. Intuitive and dedicated. Loves the library. Writes poetry. Unexpectedly fierce. New Kids On The Block.

Sagittarius: Richie. Wild. Smart but lazy. Outdoorsy. Humorous, extroverted, and enthusiastic. Can be tactless and irresponsible. Shameless flirt. On his way to steal your girl. SINNAMON ROLL. Hawaiian shirts.

Capricorn: Stan. Serious, mature, and mysterious. Adorably awkward. Sometimes suspicious and nervous. Wants to be fun but isn’t quite sure how. Dresses like a grandpa. Unintentionally hilarious.

Aquarius: Bill. Selfless and idealistic. Wants to make the world a better place. A good listener. Contemplative. Inventive. Assertive and independent. Loves turtles. Plaid.

Pisces: Mike. Compassionate, sensitive, and caring. Non-confrontational. Sometimes pessimistic and easily discouraged. Likes nature and animals. Rustic sense of fashion. Total hippie.

I can be the sweetest girl you’ve ever met and you’d never realise I’d be thinking of where my tongue will trail on your body and how adorable you’d look with all the lovebites on your neck

The AH boys being proud of themselves will never fail to make me into a mess.

Jeremy being proud about Go Nitro? The best. I wish I could give him a hug. I’m so proud of his time and effort he spent on this.

Geoff bringing up how long he has stayed sober? Also the best. Withdrawal and the silent peer pressure of working at a place like AH must be a bitch. I’m proud of him for being healthier. He gets a hug too.

Michael showing off Iris to everyone? The cutest and also the best. He has an adorable and healthy baby girl despite coming a month early, and honestly, what do you expect from someone with a DNA combo of Michael and Lindsay? The whole Jones family deserves hugs.

I can’t think of anything else but please add on with proud moments so we can be proud of the swearing adult men and women we adopted as children at some point.

Writing is Hard, Part 5: Headcanons

Summary: Dean shows the reader that there’s truth to a famous headcanon.

Read Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Warning: Smut

Word Count: 3000ish

A/N: This is all written with love for fan fic. I’m teasing, not putting it down in any way. Hope you enjoy! (Sorry, tag list is closed!) XOXO


“Reading anything good?” Dean asks.

Sam’s inside the gas station, picking up some snacks instead of listening to this conversation, so your face doesn’t feel the need to flush with embarrassment. Dean already knows exactly what you’re reading.

“I guess,” you tell him. No need to feed his ego by telling him how hot the story is.

“What is it?”

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do you guys realize how amazing this clip and this whole relationship is. not only bc of the clear chemistry and adoration between these two pure kids but it’s the way they speak about their beliefs: a boy confesses why he gave up on some parts of islam to a muslim girl and he knows that the girl won’t judge him. and he doesn’t judge her.  they like each other and have a crush on each other, but better yet - they fucking respect each other. and to see islam presented in this way - in a new, complex way - in a tv show feels kinda fucking revolutionary and amazing to me, and im not even religious so I can only imagine how it feels for religious people!

okay so i’ve been watching the get down constantly since it came out, but recently i rewatched p1, esp. in prep for the tgd watch on twitter (check it out here to help us out!!) and i have some thoughts on episode six and dizzee’s experience at the club.

- first of all, i keep forgetting that two minutes before dizzee arrives, there’s the scene where thor’s like “you should come down to soho”

- and it’s so wild to watch that exact scene because as much as we joke about it being love at first sight for the two of them, dizzee genuinely had a crush on this dude ( and i think he knew it too) but hadn’t … like, experienced his awakening yet?

- so how amazing would it have been for him to 1. have met his idol (you’re thor?  wow!), 2. have his idol save him from the police, 3. be praised and admired for his artmaking and ideas, which definitely wasn’t common in his life prior to this ( i like rumi, he’s weird though / your brother’s a fucking weirdo ), and 4. that thor likes him enough to exchange books and hang out with him? then thor invites him to a party?  like at this point dizzee’s crushing on what used to a very highly esteemed colleague, and is now close to being his best friend??  stop??

- he meets up with thor and “beautiful girl” ( i will never forgive them for not giving her a name!! ) but he sees!!  thor!! make out with her right in front of him and you can see he’s like

:/// okay

- but then dizzee goes into the club! and immediately you can see him go “!!!” this isn’t insignificant for him!  this is a HUGE DEAL for dizzee

- thor’s like “yeah this is where the free people run free!!” and dizzee can likely see!!!  wlw !! couples!! and mlm!! couples!!  kissing near him!!

- he can see drag queens and people like him wearing dresses and makeup and it’s like he’s walked into a dream because he’s had thoughts about what if i could kiss boys??  what if i could wear nail polish?? what if i could wear dresses???  and so straight off the bat he’s being validated 100% by these happy dancing people and the cool disco atmosphere i mean he must be feeling high as a kite

- AND THEN and then he gives thor!!!!!!!!!! the fuckingggggggg RECORD

- he’s like “here it reminded me of you!” and thor gives him this HUGE SMILE thats so grateful and like ADORING like can you imagine how dizzee is FEELING right now

- then THEN the beautiful girl goes “you should get carlo to play it!” and dizzee’s like “okay cool who’s that?” and yeah its the dj and then she’s like “ya thor REEALLY KNOWS HIM ya know ;))))” .  dizzee’s fucking 

😱😱😱 does that mean what i think it means?? like this boy???? might like boys too ????? the fuck //????? liking girls and boys at the same time?????

- so he hangs out with the girl while thor goes off and he talks about the performers and he takes in a WHOLE NEW GENRE of art and dance and being!!

- the girl initiates the kiss but he goes in for it anyway and gets tapped on the shoulder

- and thor’s there, and dizzee goes “oh fuck i just kissed his girlfriend now the guy i’m crushing on is gonna be pissed at me” right?

- WRONG

- dizzee goes “sorry” and thor goes “my turn”

- MY TURN

- MY

- TURN

- SO NOW IN THE SPACE OF LESS THAN TWENTY MINUTES DIZZEE HAS REALISED THAT

IT’S OKAY TO LIKE BOYS AND IT’S OKAY TO LIKE BOYS AT THE SAME TIME AS GIRLS


THAT HE HAS A BIG CRUSH ON THIS BOY


THAT THE BOY LIKES HIM BACK AND MAYBE WANTS TO KISS HIM????


-  and he’s unsure right?  like christina aguilara’s song comes on and thor’s just dancing and dizzee’s like 

…. is this real?  did you just ask to kiss me a second ago?

- and the song keeps going and thor keeps dancing and bopping his shoulder good naturedly so dizzee’s like “no nah nah i’m not gonna do this what if i misread the signals”

- he didn’t

- the beautiful girl leans over and goes “IT’S OKAY, GO ON, KISS HIM!”

- IT’S OKAY!

- GO ON!

- KISS HIM!

HE’S SHY AND HESITANT BUT THOR JUST SMILES AT HIM AND KEEPS DANCING LIKE 

- and dizzee at this point is just like “ ???????????????????????????? IM ALLOWED TO DO THAT IM ALLOWED TO DO THAT IM ALLOWED TO DO THAT”

- the beautiful girl takes this into her own hands and gives him a reassuring kiss, you know, one that’s familiar and comfortable and he closes his eyes and kisses back

- she pulls back and says TO.  THOR.  “HE’S A GOOD KISSER,  I LIKE THAT A LOT.”

- HE’S

- A

- GOOD

- KISSER

- I

- LIKE

- THAT

- A LOT

- AND THE MUSIC GETS CLIMACTIC AND THERE ARE ALL THESE QUEER RELATIONSHIPS GOING ON RIGHT BESIDE THEM PEOPLE ARE KISSING AND EMBRACING AND DANCING AND THAT WHOLE MONTAGE JUST REINFORCES THE FACT THAT THIS IS NORMAL!! THESE TWO BOYS!! JUST FEELING A LITTLE BIT IN LOVE WITH EACH OTHER!!  ITS NOT OUT OF PLACE IT’S OKAY!!

- they’re both so shy and it’s so pure!!  like clearly this whole time thor has had a crush on dizzee as well and they don’t want to mess up and the beautiful girl in the corner is just like “this is the sweetest thing ever”

- thor gives him

- a

- mother

- fucking

- smile

- to reassure him because this is a hugely overwhelming experience for dizzee lbr!!

- and you can tell that dizzee is entranced by this whole situation because never in his LIFE did he expect a boy he liked to like him back!! he never anticipated that he would get to live THIS FREE !!

and they get closer and closer together and in a second we see a dozen people lock lips simultaneously, then the two of them slowly part, we’re left to imagine the magic and the wonder of dizzee’s first kiss with a boy (which i ❤❤❤❤❤).

- THEN

- BITHC

- MYLENE CRUZ HERSELF BEGINS SINGING AS THEY STAY TOGETHER JOINED AT THE FOREHEAD FOR A FEW SECONDS BEFORE SLOWLY PULL APART, A MANTRA OF ‘SET ME FREE’ FOLLOWING THE TWO OF THEM AS THEY MEET ONE ANOTHER’S EYES

- THOR IS GRINNING

- SO HARD

- dizzee has straight up just kissed the boy he’s crushing on well enough for thor to look at him like dizzee is the SUN AND SKY

- they dance together a bit and then the beautiful girl joins them and it’s probably the best romance story ever written.  romeo and juliet who?  i don’t know them. 

- anyway

- i’m sick of this show blasting me with emotions i’m a weak bitch i can’t handle it

Look at me (boyf riends)

jfc it’s done look it’s the boyf riends being dorks can you believe it what a shock. 

Alternative title: How These Morons Manage To Put Off Kissing Each Other For Three Pages Because They’re Nervous Wrecks. HTMTPOKEOFTPBTNW for short. Just rolls off the tongue honestly.


From the very first few days of the Squip being disabled it was clear Jeremy was far from okay. He still flinched sometimes when his voice cracked, or when he got “dramatic” as he himself put it. Michael found a lot of things concerning about Jeremy’s behavior that hadn’t been there before. How he would sometimes slouch slightly and then suddenly straighten up as though he’d been burned. How he got uncomfortable doing anything that could be deemed uncool. Michael couldn’t lie, that in particular hurt quite a bit. Asking Jeremy if they could continue playing Apocalypse of the Damned from where they’d left off and seeing him setting his jaw and clenching his fists as if he was steeling himself for something; that had stung. Michael had forgiven Jeremy practically the second an apology was out of his mouth but that didn’t mean things were perfectly okay between them. The months of being completely alone were still fresh in his mind. Michael had to keep reminding himself that Jeremy was a victim in this too, that was clear to anyone watching even if he wouldn’t flat out say what the Squip had done.

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favourite queens in no specific order [1/?]: adore delano

“I do have really dirty tights. They smell like feet. I’m too punk to wash my tights.”

“You have no right to come here to try and reclaim what you threw away” G.D

a/n: hey guys! part two of “I’ve been hurt before, but not like this. Never like this” is finally here! I know, i’ve left you guys waiting for this for too long but i had surgery last monday so i’ve been on strict bed rest and in so much pain these couple of days. BUT, i finally got the energy to finish this draft so here it is! this is also the first time i’ve written smut so bare with me haha.  i hope this makes up for it!

warnings: contains sexual content!

word count: 2,713 words.


“Come on y/n, it’s time for the meeting”

You looked up from your desk and saw your best friend Sienna waiting for you by the door. You nodded and quickly gathered your things before heading with her to the conference room.

It had been a year and sixty-one days since you walked away from Grayson. A year and sixty-one days since you walked away from the relationship you had wanted to be your happily ever after. After that night, you decided to start your life over, away from him, from Ethan, from everything that reminded you of what you had had with Gray.

And by everything, you meant EVERYTHING. You decided to leave LA and move to New York, a small town called Saratoga Springs which is just a short drive to New Jersey where your family lived.

Just being in the same city as Grayson had been toxic. You were always afraid of bumping into him everywhere you went, sometimes even hoping of running into him because you missed him terribly. You knew an escape from the city you had grown to love would be the best thing for you and your newly broken heart.

Now you were in your second year of college and had a paid internship at a live entertainment company which had been your dream job for the longest. That was actually one of the things you and Grayson had had in common, you both had dreams of one day being involved in the entertainment industry as a career.

“So how’s Jacob doing? Sienna said, pulling you from your thoughts.

You smiled at the thought of your boyfriend. You were honestly so happy to have him in your life. He had helped you become the happy girl you used to be again and you were so thankful to have him, and yet, you sometimes felt like something was missing but you weren’t sure what it was. You figured time would tell you or show you what it was.

“We’re doing great, he’s actually taking me out to dinner after work for our five month anniversary” you couldn’t help but giggle at the thought of your adorably corny boyfriend.

“Ugh I don’t know how you can like corny guys” your best friend whined, “just the thought of it makes me wanna throw up”

“You just wait for the guy that’s gonna come and sweep you off your feet” you teased, “then you’ll be the one doing all these corny things with him and I’ll be laughing my ass off watching you”

Sienna pretended to throw up and shook her head profusely, “No thank you. What I can’t wait for is for the guys our bosses are meeting to get here. I heard from the girl in front desk that we’ll be left drooling after looking at them” she smirked, “Speaking of…”

You turned to the direction she was looking and saw the back of two guys. You didn’t know why, but you felt your stomach turn and your heart begin to race at the sight of them. They were about the same height, except one was just a tiny bit taller. The taller one was also a little more built than the other but they were both pretty muscular.

You both walked in and saw your bosses smile at the sight of you guys arriving.

“Y/N, Sienna, this is Ethan and Grayson. We will be producing their upcoming tour in the summer.”

You felt your heart stop when Grayson’s eyes met your own. In that moment you couldn’t move, you couldn’t think, you couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t believe he was standing right there in front of you. You had thought the chances of running into him again were slim to none, and therefore, you hadn’t been prepared for this moment.

His beautiful hazel-brown eyes, his short and yet wavy brown hair, his plump pink lips, the cute freckle on his chin; everything about him was exactly the same.

Millions of thoughts were running through your head, but one thing was clear to you, you needed to get out of there.

You felt Sienna look at you worriedly as you carefully set the documents down on the table and apologized before leaving the conference room in a hurry. You could hear your name being called in the distance, but you didn’t dare go back. You couldn’t.

You gathered your things as quickly as you could, not caring of the consequences you leaving could bring. You saw Sienna running over to your desk from the corner of your eye, so you tried to leave before she could reach you but she quickly blocked your path.

“Y/n what was that back there?” she asked, “and why are you so shaky?”

You hadn’t even noticed how shaky you truly were until she pointed it out. You were a mess and you knew you were close to reaching your breaking point.

“I’ll explain it later just… p-please let me go Si” you pleaded.

You could tell she was unsure of what to do, but you didn’t give her time to figure it out once you saw Grayson jogging over to where you both were. You ran the opposite direction to the nearest exit and got into the first taxi you saw, quickly giving your address to the driver.

As the taxi drove away, you saw Grayson run out of the building in the distance and stand there watching you drive away. You felt a few tears fall as it took you back to the night you left him, your heart breaking all over again in the process.

Once the driver parked outside your condo, you payed him and headed inside. Your mind had been racing the whole ride home, but it had also been completely blank as you tried to comprehend what had happened back in the office. You had realized something as soon as you had seen Grayson. You couldn’t deny the feelings you had felt when your eyes met his, you realized you still loved him. You finally realized what had been missing between you and Jacob and you hated it. You hated the fact that you still loved the guy who broke your heart. The guy who you had thought would never hurt you and yet left you completely broken.  

Your body felt like it was on autopilot, you felt yourself moving but your mind was elsewhere. It wasn’t until you lay on your bed that you finally let yourself cry. You wrapped your arms around yourself with one hand on your stomach and the other helplessly wiping the tears that fell from your face. You cried and cried for what felt like hours until you felt you had ran out of tears.

You knew you looked like a mess and boy did you feel like one too. You decided it was best to text Jacob and tell him it was better if you went to dinner some other day. You made up some lame excuse about feeling sick and hoped he wouldn’t be upset with you.

The hours went by as you just lay there, looking out the window. You were too tired too think and in too much pain to do anything other than staying in bed. Knowing you at least had to eat, you ordered a pizza with hopes to eat your pain and sorrows away.

You heard a knock on the door about twenty minutes later and frowned, “Well that was quick” you mumbled.

You took out a twenty dollar bill from your purse and headed to the door, only to be met with a nervous Grayson Dolan. You quickly shut your door and turned around, sliding down the door and pulling your knees up to your chest.

“Y/N please open up” you heard Grayson plead as he knocked on the door once again. You buried your face into your knees as your vision began to blur, you couldn’t believe he was here. How did he even find where you lived?

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of more knocks, “Y/n please. We need to talk”

“No Grayson, you need to leave” you managed to say, “t-there’s nothing left for us to talk about”  

“Yes y/n, yes there is. Please. I-I’m begging you” he said. You heard his voice crack, as if he too was on the verge of tears.

You took a moment before getting back up and opening the door, facing a teary eyed Grayson. He looked so upset, so…. broken. But why? Why was he the one that looked brokenhearted when he was the one who tore your heart into pieces?

“What is it Grayson?” you asked.

You saw him look down, taking a few minutes to answer before you saying in almost a whisper, “I miss you

Your heart broke at his words because you too had missed him, but you knew you had to remain strong. You didn’t want to fall apart in front of him. Not like that night. Not again. “You miss me?”  you scoffed.

“Yes y/n I do! I’ve been a mess since you left” he looked back up and his eyes met yours once again, “I miss your smile, your beautiful y/e/c eyes, your contagious loud laugh, your good heart, I miss everything about you and… and I am so lost without you”

“And I know, I fucked up. I made you hurt and I made you cry more than anyone ever has when I was the one that was supposed to protect you from all of that. You were so good to me, you were perfect, but I took you for granted. I took your love for me for granted, and I-I’m so sorry for that” his voice cracked once again as a single tear fell from his cheek. “I wake up every morning with regret for everything I put you through, for letting you walk away.”

You saw him slowly step closer to you, afraid that any sudden movement would scare you away.  “I love you y/n”

“Gray…”

He gulped as his hand found its way to the side of your face, wiping the tears that were falling away.

Your eyes squeezed shut and you leaned into his hand, giving into the sensation his touch was giving you. You never thought you’d feel the warmth of his touch on your skin ever again, it felt surreal to you. You had missed it.

All of a sudden, an image of Jacob came to mind and you quickly brought yourself out of your daze; making you pulling away from him harshly “Please just leave. I’m done with talking about the past. I’m over it”

“No y/n, you’re not. Please. I-I know you still feel the same way I do.”

“Actually I don’t” you lied, “I-I’ve moved on Grayson. I have a boyfriend. A boyfriend that cares about me and makes me happy. I-I love him” More lies

You saw Grayson shake his head as some tears escaped his eyes, “I don’t believe you.”

“Look Grayson, you know what’s sad? It’s sad that you only want me when you can’t have me.” you took a shaky breath before continuing, “You have no right to come here to try and reclaim what you threw away. You just can’t.”

Grayson looked away from you, biting his lower lip as hard as he could. You could tell he was trying his hardest to keep the tears in. You wanted nothing more than to pull him into your arms, and tell him it was all a lie. Tell him that you still loved him but you knew you couldn’t, so instead you just stood there, watching him.

“Okay… Look me in the eyes and tell me you’re really over me y/n” he said as he took a step closer. “Tell me that my touch has absolutely no effect on you anymore”  

You felt him wrap an arm around your waist, pressing your body against his as his hand found its way to your face once again.

“I-I”

You saw a small smirk forming on his face at your loss of words. His face slowly leaned closer to yours, “if you’re really over me, then tell me to stop” he breathed, his lips hovering over your own.

“No Grayson!” you screamed as you pulled his arm from your waist, “I can’t do to Jacob what you did to me for months. I-I won’t”

“Please y/n, I love you” he begged, his tears slipping down his rosy pink cheeks.

“No Grayson just go” you grabbed the knob and moved back to pull the door closed, until you felt him smash his lips onto yours as he kicked the door closed behind him. The kiss absolutely took your breath away, he kissed you so slowly, so passionately.

You knew it was wrong, and a part of you wanted to stop him, but being with Grayson felt like finally being home; it felt right.

You wrapped yours arms around his neck and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss. You could feel him smiling through it and it made your heart flutter.  

Next thing you know, clothes were carelessly being thrown all over your bedroom. Your back was pushed gently against your bed, you felt him showering your body with kisses as he unclasped your bra with ease, removing it, and then your underwear. You could tell, even if it had been over a year since you last saw each other, he hadn’t forgotten your body. He was licking, sucking, kissing all the right spots and it was driving you insane, to the point of gripping the sheets tightly and moaning his name so loudly, enough for the neighbors to hear.

“You’re so beautiful you know that?” he whispered as he positioned himself and slowly introduced his length inside of you. You whimpered at first, but with each thrust, the pleasure grew.

“G-Grayson” you breathed.

“Fuck y/n you feel so fucking good. I missed this.” he moaned as he placed his head on your chest as he thrusts harder into you.

Your toes began to curl, the pleasure beginning to be too much for you to take. “Grayson I’m close” you moaned, your hips rolling with his. Your nails scratching his back, making sure to mark him as your own once again.

“I am too baby girl, come for me. Come for daddy” he said as his thrusts began to get sloppy. Once you both climaxed, you felt your body shaking beneath his. You felt him kiss you lightly before collapsing in bed next to you and pulling you into his arms.

For a moment, you both lay there in complete silence. Neither one of you knew what this meant or would happen next, and if you were being truthful, you were scared to find out.

“Don’t choose him” he whispered softly.

“Gray-”

“Wait, just hear me out” He placed his finger on your chin as he lifted your face for you to meet his gaze. “ I know I fucked up before but I’m not making the same mistake ever again. Give me a second chance baby girl. I love you and I know I won’t be able to let you go after this. I don’t want to. ”

You waited a moment, letting his words sink in, before you brought his face down to yours and pressed your lips against his softly. “Okay” you nodded and smiled up at him, “I love you”

“I love you more y/n” He said as he gave you a toothy grin but it soon turned into a smirk as he hovered over you once again.

“How about we celebrate with a round 2 then?” you laughed at him raising his eyebrows at you and pushed him off.

“No Gray, as much as I would love to do this again, I want to break up with Jacob first. I feel horrible for doing this to him.” you sighed.

He nodded and pulled you back into your arms, his head resting on top of yours. “Do you think you can wait?”

“Are you kidding me? I’ll wait as long as you want me to baby girl” you smiled again as he gave you a peck on the lips and on your forehead, “I’m never letting you go again”


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anonymous asked:

Have you seen the bold type do you recommend it?

*steps up on soap box* ahem

Why I recommend The Bold Type

I know that a bunch of people have written posts like this, but here’s my iteration, which comes from a place of: 1. Love, 2. being the exact target audience, and 3. watching too many TV shows that don’t give me what I want. The Bold Type, as it turns out, is all about going after what you want. It is about rejecting the societal standard that tells women to become meek in the workplace and, instead, use that standard as a bar over which you can raise yourself and become even better. The Bold Type is along the same vein as the short-lived MTV show Sweet/Vicious— feminism for women, to entertain women, to show women in lights that we are interested in seeing. I think that the success of this show could cause a boom of similar shows— sleek, modern, female-centric. Watching The Bold Type isn’t just about The Bold Type. It’s about supporting the content that we want to see.

There are three main characters— Jane, Kat, and Sutton. All are best friends. All are in different places in their careers. All are successful in their own right. And all work at the fabled Scarlet Magazine, a magazine written by women for women to be their saucy older sister, guiding them through life. Instead of 50 Ways To Please Your Man, it’s 50 Ways To Please Yourself. Instead of Lipsmackers That Will Stay On While You’re Lipsmacking it’s Lipsmackers That Will Stay On While You Take On The World. Their boss, Jacqueline (we’ll get to her later; she’s my favorite character) refers to this as “self-feminism.” Other people are important, absolutely, but make sure you’re taking care of yourself and your needs too when it comes to work, relationships, and sex. Scarlet Magazine is about real women who are motivated, who are struggling, who are successful, who are scared, who are human. It’s a publication that I, personally, would love to read.

Jane works for the writing department. She is a young writer who is thirsty to prove herself, but is also conscious of the fact that she’s low on the totem pole. The pilot begins on her first day as a writer, when you find out that Jane is a smart, capable, confident young woman who was raised on Scarlet Magazine. This is her dream job. She’s organized, thoughtful, and resilient. Although she tends to complain about her assignments, she always comes through and makes them her own.

Kat works in social media— in fact, she’s the head of her department. She tends to see the world through the lens of her camera even when she isn’t working. Kat, by nature of her position, is always on-call. She sees what is beautiful about the world and what is beautiful about people. She also knows, with great clarity, what is important to her, and always fights for these issues— perhaps a little relentlessly. Kat excels at her job, but she doesn’t excel at relationships. She likes “casual,” preferring to have flings. When she meets Adena, a beautiful Muslim lesbian, her idea of relationships and her sexual identity goes out the window. I am looking forward to seeing Kat and Adena’s relationship evolve just as any ol’ heterosexual relationship on television would— full of ups and downs, but also full of love, sex, and moments that just make you hold your breath. Luckily, these two ladies already serving a full course meal.

Sutton is the final female in our group of girls. Undoubtedly the lowest of the three girls on the corporate ladder, Sutton’s reason for that is simple: she didn’t have the socioeconomic privilege that Kat and Jane had been lucky to have, and got off to a more disadvantaged start. Sutton had fought her way to her position tooth-and-nail. And, better yet, she’s damn good at her job. Sutton is the most tenacious character on the show. She’s spent years fighting for herself, and she isn’t about to stop now. The romantic plot-line revolving around Sutton involves her dating a superior in the company, which is normally a story arc that might make me cringe, but Sutton is 25 and Richard is probably in his late-20s, early-30s. There’s lots of respect between the two of them, and their relationship isn’t a conflict of interest because Richard works for the legal department for the company that owns Scarlet. This relationship is adorable, sexy, and Sutton absolutely holds the power in it, meaning that we, as audience members, can root for these two.

The Bold Type shows female friendships exactly the way I know them to be. They love and support each other. They overshare. They talk over each other. They play and tease. They make cultural references in a speedy fashion that temporarily makes you think you’re watching Gilmore Girls. They get selfish. They apologize for being selfish. They fight and make up. They change the direction of their conversations constantly, flashing from topic to topic like strobe lights, showcasing how incredible women are at multi-tasking. It’s the dream female friendship that all of us are desperate for on TV, and no romantic sub-plot is going to tear that down. It’s like Friends without the guys, and as much as I love Chandler, with a show like The Bold Type, I think we can live without him.

Perhaps the best character on The Bold Type is the girls’ boss, Jacqueline. She is the head of Scarlet Magazine; the leader who knows what she wants and knows how to get it. As fearless as she is, she is not to be feared. Jacqueline may be respected, admired, and adhered to by her staff, but if you’re looking for Miranda Priestly, you won’t find her here. Jacqueline cares about facilitating the careers of her employees. She rules her disciples with a firm but fair hand, often giving them more than they deserve. Life is hard, especially for women in the corporate world, and Jacqueline understands that. Her character’s scenes are always an absolute treat— the ones I look forward to the most when I sit down on the couch to watch The Bold Type with a glass of red wine and a feeling of safety on the side. Because I, as a viewer, have learned in just a few episodes (five, to be exact) that these writers are ones that I can trust. They’re speaking using my voice, the voice of my friends, the voice of my peers, the voice of my generation.

Turning your television on to The Bold Type means hearing women discussing issues that are relevant to you. It means being inspired by their tenacity and individual power. It means enjoying an episode full of sumptuous fashion, invigorating music, and a bustling city life. The Bold Type is a show that you can turn on and see yourself reflected in your TV screen— whether it’s your sexual identity, your racial identity, or the personality traits that make you who you are. It’s not that The Bold Type never utilizes tropes, cliches, or predictability. It’s that they do it differently, they do it better, they do it while conscious of what it is and what their show is.  

The Bold Type doesn’t necessarily preach that you a required to live your life boldly. The lesson to learn here is much simpler than that: live. Simply go out and live your life, get what you want, make yourself happy. Stay safe, stay kind, stay supportive, stay healthy, stay loving each other. Perhaps Jacqueline describes this mentality best in her speech in the pilot episode of the show. She says, “I expect you to have adventures. I expect you to fall in love. To get your hearts broken. I expect you to have sex with the wrong people; have sex with the right people. To make mistakes and make amends, take a leap and make a splash. And I expect you to unleash holy hell on anybody who tries to hold you back.”

So you heard her. Let’s go unleash holy hell, ladies.

Ain’t no prince waiting for me

Soulmate AU
Pairing: Barry Allen x reader

Summary: In spite of her tattoo, Y/N Y/L/N has given up this soulmate thing. She simply doesn’t believe it, she’s convinced that she’s doomed to never find her true love. But will an unfortunate event change that?

Warning: Eddie’s still alive!! He’s not going to die in my AU either;))

A/N: OK, so I have always wanted to do a soulmate-AU, I simply find the clichés adorable! In this one, the soulmate thing is the partner’s first words the first time they meet each other, but hey! If you liked this, and want m to make another soulmate-imagine, send me your idea! Enjoy:))

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“I’m telling you, Blaise, I just don’t believe in it!” Y/N was yet again arguing with her best friend about the idiotic soulmate thing. 
“How can you not believe in it? This is how life works, how God have made it easier for us to find one another!” It was almost pointless to continue. The two had two completely different ideologies. Blaise: the girl who believed in fate, in God, in the stupid tattoos. And then there was Y/N: the one that believed in science, in random happenings and that were convinced she would die alone.

“You will never understand, B, I will never have what you and Hunter have,” this provoked Blaise, how could her almost perfect, best friend think so little of herself?
“Of course you will, your wrist is proof of that, now stop the bullshit talk, Y/N,” her tone short and sharp. 
“But Blaise, I swear I’m cursed or something! My younger siblings have met their partners, my whole family has always found their soulmates at a young age. All of my friends have their partners, heck you and Hunter have a kid, Blaise!”

“You’re not cursed, Y/N,”
“Just look at this Blaise, it’s pure evil, my tattoo says ‘wow’! That can be anyone, it can be a creep, a jackass, it can be any guy on the planet!”
“You need to stop being so pessimistic, Y/N, it doesn’t suit you,” Blaise kept her mouth in a thin line.
“The complex is weird and unnatural,”
“You can’t just say that!”
“Watch me!” Y/N challenged, and shouted at the top of her lungs, which made Blaise just want to disappear. So she dragged her friend through the park.
“Don’t wake Amos, Y/N,” she excused, and their discussion stopped there, the next talking-topic being how Y/N was doing at work.


“It’s so cool,”
“It’s not that cool, Cisco,” Barry chuckled. His friend, teammate, and colleague had not stopped looking at his wrist in awe.
“But it is! I mean, come on! The damsel falling in love with her hero – it’s a classic!” Cisco referred to the words ‘Holy crap, it’s him!’
“You know, it can also just be a girl that doesn’t like me or something, or-“
“Nope, this right here, my man, is a line said in adoration,” Cisco patted Barry’s back, and they went back to their work. 


Y/N sat on the Haydens’ couch as her friend walked around her apartment.
“He gets to bed at-”
“Seven, you know Blaise, I have babysitted Seany before, I know the drill: Dinner’s at 5, so that’s out of the way, if he’s hungry I can give him some fruits, bedtime’s at seven, but it’s no crisis if it gets closer to eight, and there’s food for me in the fridge for me to take whenever I want. I’m not the teenager neighbor you had to book last minute, B,” It was Blaise and Hunter’s date night, and as usual Y/N was there to babysit ‘lil Sean.

“Of course, of course! I’m so sorry, just a bit nervous,” Y/N rolled her eyes at her friend, this was what happened each time, and Blaise would always start excusing herself for not 'trusting you enough’. This time, the difference was that Y/N managed to make that part take less time, and she pushed her almost hyperventilating best friend out the door to her husband.

“…And the Flash saves the day yet again,” Y/N closed her laptop and looked over to the other end of the couch, where the Flash’s biggest fan of the age of 3 laid with a clear view to her feet.
“Kiddo, that was the last article, sorry bud,”
“Have you checked Iris West?” What that still amazed Y/N about Sean, was that in spite of his lack of abilities when it came to naming the alphabet, and counting to fifteen like the other kids, he had this huge interest in The Flash – which made him speak of certain journalists as if he knew them.
“We just read Iris West, Seany, I’m sorry,“

“What does yours say, aunty Y/N?” Sean looked at her wrist, which Y/N huffed at. 'What is it with this world? Why are everyone so eager on those stupid tattoos?’ But she pulled herself together and forced a smile.
"You see, Sean, aunt Y/N isn’t as lucky as all the other ones, her tattoo doesn’t work,”
“It doesn’t?” The little boy looked up at her with big, worried eyes, which by some way made Y/N feel bad for him.
“No, but I’m sure yours work! Mommy’s and daddy’s worked, I’m just a bit less lucky,”

“Do you think the Flash has a tattoo?” Sean asks, which make Y/N laugh – if those words had come out of any other’s mouth, she would have rolled her eyes.
“I believe so, yes,”
“You are very pretty, aunty Y/N,” right there was one of the many reasons Y/N loved Sean. Sure, he wasn’t the best at keeping a conversation – that boy was more distracting than any kid Y/n had ever met. But in the end, Sean was this great, funny, bubbly guy that Y/N loved hanging out with.
“Thank you, that was a very nice thing to say, you’re very handsome as well," 
"What if Flash is your soulmate?” Y/N almost choked, but before she could say anything, Sean continued: “Or maybe Patrick, he’s very cool, he works with the big kids,” exhaling, Y/N was relieved her little random, darling duckling was back.


The all too familiar sound of metal meeting glass rang through the room, and so Barry tried his best at not sinking deep into his chair.
“I would like to make a toast…” It was his beautiful best friend, Iris, and her fiancé Eddie’s engagement party, and even though he couldn’t be more happy for the two, he couldn’t shake off the sad feeling in his heart. His parents, his friends – it even seemed like the little kids that were running around had found their partners for life. Barry couldn’t take one step anywhere, without being reminded that he hadn’t found his soulmate yet. 

“You know, I met my mate at the age of 13,” the drunk next to Barry stated.
“I heard the most regular age to meet is between 9 and 23,” Was it Eddie’s cousin that said that?
“How 'bout you, Terry? Found the love of your life yet?” 'How did I even end up here?’ Barry smiled at the old man.
“No, but I-”
“Gary! His name is Gary, grandpa!" 
"I’ll just go and find Iris,” Barry enlightened to the little party, and then left to do just so.

“Barry! Hey, I haven’t seen you at all tonight!” Iris had clearly gotten a few glasses, but when she saw right through the fake smile of Barry Allen, her tipsy state disappeared right away. 
“Uhm, babe, I’ll just go get more ice,” once Eddie had given his wife-to-be a kiss in acknowledgment, the two best friends found their way to the porch.

Iris had a feeling what had caused barry’s light frown but had let him talk out about it anyway. 
“Barry, you’re going to be fine. Look, I’m sure your girl’s just right around the corner, whomever up there would be a real ass if she’s not,” her last comment made Barry smile.
“Yeah, of course,” he nodded, regretting that he’d taken his best friend out of her own engagement party.


It wasn’t an everyday thing for Y/N Y/L/N to go to Tiffany’s to eat her breakfast. Thing is, she always had a wish to do so – let her inner Audrey Hepburn shine. So today, she could happily cross it off her bucket list. What she hadn’t thought of though, was Central City being a slightly criminal city, with many jewelry-loving evil metahumans. So in her little black dress, matching gloves, big dark sunglasses and pearl necklace, Y/N witnessed the first robbery in her life. It will be fine, Y/N. What’s the odds of anyone coming and ripping off your grandmother’s pearls in the middle of the streets? Oh God, what have I ever done to deserve this?’ Y/N thought of her earlier words to herself, almost shaking by the thought of the scene she frightened happening.

She waited for the alarm that never came and looked around herself. One babysitter strolling with a toddler, a man in a suit, and herself – that meant two witnesses if anything happened. When the nanny and the businessman soon disappeared, Y/N decided to try her breakfast at Tiffany’s another time. 'Time to use those ninja-skills you brag about to Sean,’
“Oh hello,” A not-too-friendly voice spoke up behind her. 'Oh merde,' 

Deciding to pretend she hadn’t heard him, Y/N sped up her pace, walking as fast as a girl in heels could. Suddenly she felt her necklace get pulled backward so hard she got troubles breathing, making her whole body follow.
“That’s some lovely piece of woman your jewelry got there,” that must have been the lamest, creepiest pick-up line Y/N had ever heard. With no one in sight, she tried her best to distract his attention away from robbing her. But instead of saying: “The pearls were my grandmothers”, whimpers escaped her lips.
“Flash,” the meta behind her seemed both tense and annoyed. If she could, Y/N would have breathed out in relief, but that being difficult, she tried her best just breathing normally.


Usually, when Barry went into Flash-mode, he didn’t notice the ones around him that weren’t in danger. His eyes were on the metas, and the metas only, so when he was done defeating the telekinesis, had sped him off to the old particle accelerator, his next task was at hand: Double check on the wounded. Though when he did came back, there weren’t many people at the crime-scene.
“Wow…” Barry said quietly, taking in the rich girl’s appearance. Her hair was sat up in a weird, kind of snobbish way, but that suited her in a way. And her lips! Her beautiful, pink lips, parted a bit because of the shock probably. Unfortunately, he couldn’t see the color of her, most likely, stunning eyes. The pearls were placed against her collarbones perfectly, and along with the black dress she looked very put together: Very higher-class: Very not the kind of people Barry hung out with – or were in his league.

At that same time, Y/N had just thawed from her frozen state: It was actually the Flash. He was in front of her. And before she could stop herself, the words spilled form her lips:
“Holy shit it’s him,” All she could think about was the face behind the mask. Would his smile match the warm, green and kind eyes? Would his personality do as well? Would he be a stuck up jerk, or the nicest guy possible? She wanted to see him, the real hero under the suit. Though just when she saw a blurred picture of him opening his mouth, Y/N lost control of her now numb body, and passed out.


“Now that’s one fine looking lady you got there, Bar,” Joe said, looking over to the other room at the rich girl. 
“Pretty good catch if she’s not a monster,” Cisco sucked on his lollypop while following Joe’s gaze. She’d been unconscious for about an hour, and Barry still hadn’t moved his attention from the sleeping beauty.
“Yeah…” He had answered, hoping for just that.

Y/N had found out, the hard way, that it was a terrible thing to pass out. Not only the uncomfortable feeling of not being able to see for seconds before she lost it, but also losing control of her legs. When she heard unfamiliar voices around her, Y/N decided it was for the best not to open her eyes completely just yet.
“Pretty good catch if she’s not a monster,” 'Oh dear God. I’m in my Holly-costume,“
"Yeah…” 'This honestly can’t get worse’Y/N kept thinking about the endless choices of near futures she had. Her rescuers could be kidnappers. The kidnappers could jury her in many ways, and considering her choice of outfit, robbery didn’t seem impossible. 'Oh please God almighty, please say they’re not rapists!’
"Hey, is it normal for unconscious people to have nightmares?” 'Crap, Blaise was right, I really need to work on my poker face! God dammit Y/N!’ Deciding her little act didn’t hold, Y/N opened her eyes, the first thing she saw being a wrist with black ink.

“Wow…” That was the second time that day. Barry just couldn’t stop himself, her eyes… They were the absolute perfect shade of Y/E/C. 
“Shit,” the stranger girl’s words were almost impossible to catch, but Barry did, and saw her eyes glued on his tattoo. His eyebrows furrowed, what was she doing? But once their eyes locked for what had to be the third time that day, he understood.
“It’s you,” he stated. His soulmate nodded.
“I’m Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N,” She whispered, still looking deep into his eyes.
“Barry Allen,” at that he closed the gap. They kissed. Her on the bed, and him hovering over her. It didn’t take may minutes before Cisco made a big deal out of it.
“I told you, man!” He outed right after a wolf whistle. And the happy couple smiled. They had finally found each other. After all that time.

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A/N: The hard part of writing such clichés as a soulmate imagine, is that it’s almost impossible to write good! SO I hope the cuteness (hopefully there’s some cuteness in here…) made up for the bad writing and crappy ending:))

note: non-massacre

one day fugaku comes across his son at the village gate saying goodbye to his girlfriend. or, if he recalls correctly, not his girlfriend because no, sasuke denied, flushed and frantic, sakura isn’t my girlfriend, shut the hell up, shisui you prick, we’re just friends. fugaku smiles softly when sasuke hands her the bento he’d prepared for her and when she waits a few more beats, leaning in a bit closer than earlier, sasuke just wishes her luck with her mission and literally pushes her away so she would go on.

fugaku notes the disappointment on her face that sasuke misses as he turns on his heel, his ears practically glowing red.

“sasuke,” he calls.

his son stops and seems surprised to see him. “father,” he greets, walking to his side so they can go home together.

“was that sakura i just saw?”

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In(g/t)rained Femininity

So, as I’m guessing pretty much all of you know by now, I’m an animal trainer and have been for some time. It recently struck me how apparent, even in myself, the effects off operant and classical conditioning are in women who’ve effectively been trained to be feminine by society. 

Let’s start with the more well known: 

Classical Conditioning pairs a neutral stimulus with an uncontrolled response. In other words, the subject doesn’t realize they’re learning. Think of the famous Pavlov’s dogs. At first, that bell meant nothing to them; it just happened to sound when they were about to get fed and was therefore a neutral stimulus. The drooling isn’t something they were doing on purpose; it was an uncontrolled response. 

How does this translate to being trained into femininity? Behold:

I was working on rearranging my apartment recently, and just didn’t have much motivation. I decided to put on a bra even though I live alone because wearing a bra makes me feel like I should be doing something. When I was about 11, a neutral stimulus (my bra) was added to a situation that already made me feel productive (going to school, work, etc) and 14 years later I’ve been classically conditioned to feel more productive when I put a bra on. 

The same could easily be said for makeup and, indeed, I used to apply makeup to make myself feel more productive as well. 

But the main difference between the two types of conditioning is that in classical conditioning it’s simply pairing a stimulus with a behavior. There’s no praise, there’s no punishment. That’s all for operant conditioning. 

Operant conditioning tries to induce or eliminate an action using positive and negative rewards and positive and negative punishment. Forget the emotional aspects of ‘positive’ and ‘negative’. Here they just mean ‘to add’ and ‘to take away’. Let’s look at the rewards. 

A girl is wearing a pretty dress. Her family gushes over her, telling her how beautiful she looks. This is a positive reward. They are adding their praise. 

The same girl enjoyed a nice holiday dinner with her family, but now it’s time to clean up. Her mother tells her to just run upstairs and play; she wouldn’t want her to get her pretty dress dirty. This is negative reward; an unpleasant task is being taken away. 

Now let’s look at the punishments.

The same girl says something rude and gets her bottom smacked. This is positive punishment, as the smack was added. Then, because she can’t act like a lady, she’s told to change out of her pretty dress which she adores because of the rewards she received. This is negative punishment; something she likes or desires is being taken away as punishment. Think of another scenario with the same girl, only now she’s asked to play outside. She’s told ‘no’; she’ll get her dress dirty. This is negative punishment as, again, something she likes or desires is being withheld to correct behavior (incorrect behavior being that she wants to play outside rather than wear a pretty dress inside)

Think of how this leaks into society even as adult women. Wearing makeup, pretty clothes, and heels can mean people are nicer to you in general or may even net you a promotion (positive reward) People offering to do things for you (negative reward) Being denied a promotion over a more feminine peer (negative punishment) Being harassed or even assaulted for being GNC (positive punishment). 

So you start to get this:

and once you try to unlearn femininity, you run into another problem. As with any animal I’ve ever worked with, the training never ends. It’s always reinforced and sometimes so subtly you can barely catch it or can’t at all. Sometimes it’s outright, ridiculous, or downright dangerous. But it’s always there. 

Food for thought.