memorable books

When you’re on spring break but legit every single one of your teachers assigns homework because of all the “free time” you’ll have:

Me as a Parent

Kid: Can you read me a bed time story?

Me:…yes! *leaves the room*

Me: *grabs NoTW, WMF, Slow Regard, ALL the anthologies, Doors of Stone (hopefully Jesus)…wearing all my shirts I have made and bought, all layered over one another…and holding the entire ensemble together the Eolian hoodie (somewhere underneath the layers is Tehlu’s Iron Wheel.) Worldbuilders stickers are everywhere, as are Draccus plushies. I also grab my eolian mug, posters, bookmarks and my computer for blog entries and tweets.*

Me: It was a silence of three parts…

Kid: You haven’t opened the book yet

Me: I memorized the first book
Michelle Obama Honored in Essays by Ava DuVernay, Roxane Gay, Phillipa Soo: 'Meaning of Michelle'
'The Meaning of Michelle' features 16 essays about the First Lady and the impact she's had on the U.S., with 'Hamilton' alum Phillipa Soo and writer Roxane Gay among those sharing their insights.

“As Michelle Obama experiences her final days in the White House, writers are honoring her role over the past eight years in a new collection of essays, The Meaning of Michelle.

Director Ava DuVernay wrote the preface for the book, which features 16 essays about the First Lady and the impact she has had on America.

The novel, published by St. Martin’s Press and available as of Jan. 10, contains essays from Hamilton alum Phillipa Soo, writer Roxane Gay and others.

Below is a collection of some of the most memorable quotes from the book, touching on Obama’s confidence, style, kindness and legacy.”

Read the quotes from Ava DuVernay, Phillipa Soo, Roxane Gay, Brittney Cooper, and more here

More FLOTUS Michelle Obama posts

anonymous asked:

I have learning difficulties and I couldn't read for ages. I got Harry Potter 1,2,3 and 5 on audio book and memorized them because i loved them. When i realised the 6th would come out eventually I taught myself to read, from reading 20 word books to Harry Potter 5 over a summer holiday. To this day Harry Potter holds an incredibly important place in my heart as one of the books that changed me the most :)




I love EVERYTHING about this story! I love audiobooks because they let people who don’t like to read, for whatever reason, to know the story. Stories have such a huge impact!

I love that you taught yourself to read. That is one of the most badass things I’ve ever heard (read) and I REFUSE to get over it!

Potterheads for life!

Without love even the most radical devotion to God is of no value to Him. Let me make sure that sinks in… You can gain all the spiritual gifts in the world. You can take the most radical steps of obedience. You can share every meal with the homeless in your city. You can memorize the book of Leviticus. You can pray each morning for four hours like Martin Luther. But if what you do does not flow out of a heart of love - a heart that does those things because it genuinely desires to do them - it is ultimately worthless to God.
—  J.D. Greear
Dress up - Request

Requested by anon:  can i have request where you’re dean’s daughter (5-7) and you ask him to play dress up with you?

Summary: After a hunt, the brothers go back home. Dean’s daughter, (Y/N) asks him to play dress up with her and he can’t say no.

Pairing: Father!Dean x Daughter!reader

Word count: 1,261

Warnings: None.

A/N: This was haaaaaard.


Originally posted by demondetoxmanual

“Daddy! Daddy!” The little girl called as Dean entered the bunker. Castiel and she were at the library, reading some of the few fairy tales the Men of Letters kept (for research of course). The angel had taken care of her while the brothers solved a case nearby.

The little girl was just five, but she was as clever as an older child and maybe even more. She memorized lore books like one memorizes their favourite song, and she was a real bad-ass that didn’t really feel frightened of monsters, for daddy would always keep her safe from them.

Dean ran to his daughter at the same time she jumped from Cas’ lap. They found each other very close to the stair case and melted into a loving hug. He had only been away for a week, but being so far away from his daughter made him feel like a day was ages.

“I miss you.” She mumbled, hiding her tiny face on the sweaty crook of his neck.

“I miss you too, (Y/N/N).” Dean replied. Sam and Cas stared at the scene lovingly from afar.

“Daddy!” She giggled, “I’m an old girl now, you have to call me by my full name.”

“Okay,” Dean smiled, and the girl pulled away to meet face to face with her father, “(Y/N) Winchester, I missed you.”

Another giggle left her lips and her chubby cheeks blushed. Dean fell in awe with his daughter, her innocence and her happiness in spite of the life she lived – the same life Dean grew up with, but not quite as traumatic for Dean knew better than his own father.

“Isn’t there going to be a hug for Uncle Sam?” Sam inquired, approaching the pair. The girl squealed and extended her arms for Sam to carry her.

After those minutes of rejoice and a meal prepared by Castiel – who had learned how to cook basic plates in order to babysit (Y/N) – Sam went to his room, Castiel went back to the library and Dean accompanied his daughter to that tiny bedroom beside his that they had adapted for her.

In spite of the military essence the whole bunker expelled, the cartoon bed-sheets and the bunch of Barbie dolls spread on the floor made it clear that a little girl slept there.

“Uncle Cas didn’t ask you to pick up, huh?” Dean muttered as he picked the dolls with each step he gave.

“Nope.” She shook her head nonchalantly.

Dean flopped on her bed, feeling the relief of the soft mattress. It had been an awfully rough hunt, and he was tired and bruised – although he wouldn’t admit it to his daughter – and he wanted to sleep for two days in a row.

(Y/N), on the other hand, craved to play with her dad. That’s why she walked confidently to her closet and opened the door to reveal lots of sparkling dresses Charlie, Kevin, Sam, Castiel, Jody and even Rowena had so kindly gifted her. Dean was the kind of dad to dress her girl like a tough kick-ass huntress, and he didn’t understand why a girl in such life would need princess dresses, but he didn’t complain when everyone else gave those ones to her.

“Daddy?” She inquired, looking back at her bed. Dean had his eyes shut, and he barely flinched at her voice.


“Can we play dress up?” Dean left a heavy sigh out, but he didn’t refuse; (Y/N) had a power over him nobody else had, and he couldn’t say no to her.

He stood up tiredly and walked towards her, sitting at the floor, right by her side. “What will we be today?”

“I was thinking we could be British fairies drinking tea.” She offered.

“You know fairies drink cream, not tea, right?” Dean mocked her. (Y/N) rolled her eyes and smiled at him.

“Of course I do.” She said, “But… The fairies in fairy tales aren’t that bad.”

“British fairies it is.”


“More tea, Mrs. Lollypopsprinkles?” (Y/N) asked in a fake British accent.  She was using her fairy wings, along with a hat that she felt look too British not to be British – when in reality it was a hand knitted beanie with a daisy pin – and one of her sparkling dresses.

“That would be lovely, thank you Miss Flowerbloomingelephant.” Dean replied with a perfect British accent.

They were at the bed, using a pillow as a table. (Y/N) grabbed the plastic teapot from the middle of the pillow and pretended to serve tea in Dean’s cup, unbalancing the whole tea set a little, but not enough for it to fall.

Dean had another knitted beanie, which of course looked more like a kippah on him, and a pink blanket over his shoulders to pretend a dress. (Y/N) stared at him as he took the recently served tea cup and pretended to drink it.

“You look so pale, Mrs. Lollypopsprinkles.” She observed.

“The cold weather, perhaps.” Dean replied, “The meadow had never faced a winter as cold as this.”

“I beg to differ.” Dean squinted at her word choice but didn’t go out of character. It was usual for (Y/N) to learn new words and expressions, for she read loads of grown up books. “I believe it’s a lack of colour.”

Dean knew where she was going.

He nodded and leaned back on the rest of the pillows left. (Y/N) chuckled, she always got what she wanted, and jumped out of bed to look for her make up bag without caring that the tea set had fallen off the pillow.

She grabbed the tiny pink bag and got back up. She opened it and took a small lipstick out.

“Pucker up.” She commanded and Dean did so, without worrying if he looked ridiculous.

It was a bubble gum pink lipstick, very creamy. But Dean allowed her to paint his usually pink lips and even outline them. Then, she took out a butterfly-shaped eyeshadow kit from which she picked lavender purple that was soon spread from his lash line to his eyebrows. Then, she took out the blush and spread it in a circle shaped across his defined cheekbones. She also added a few lines and dot here and there to make him look more fairies like.

“Now you don’t look pale.”  She giggled. Dean smiled foolishly at her to make her laugh – which she did.

“But you do look pale.” He commented.

(Y/N) extended the bag to him and Dean proceeded to paint her. He wasn’t a professional but he had seen so many women all over the years re-applying their makeup that it wasn’t that hard to get his daughter to look like a gorgeous fairy.

Pale pink lips, pink eyeshadow and a slight blush as well as glitter at her temples and a tiny heart drawn with a red lipstick at one of her cheeks. She was lovely.

(Y/N) took a tiny plastic mirror from her night table and stared at her reflection. “It’s so pretty!” She squealed and threw herself to her father’s arms. Dean received her into a warm hug. “Thank you, daddy.”


“Hey, Dean, I…” Sam stopped mid-sentence. He had his laptop in one hand and the door knob in the other. Dean and (Y/N) were still drinking imaginary tea  with their makeup on. “What are you doing?”

“Tea party.” (Y/N) replied.

“Can I play?” Sam inquired. (Y/N) and Dean shared a compliance look.

“You’ll need some colour, though.” Dean joked.

“I can handle that.” Sam was quick to respond.

“Then you’re welcome, Mrs. Hollymollymoose.”

*Requests are ALWAYS open.*

Tags: @deanwssister @coffeebreakandwinchesters

book recommendations + why

my library needs expanding, my vocabulary needs improvement; my imagination needs to grow and worlds need to be added to my own, personal universe, so; can you recommend me your favourite/most memorable book(s), and tell me why you enjoyed it so much? 

Hoy es el día más hermoso de nuestra vida, querido Sancho; los obstáculos más grandes, nuestras propias indecisiones; nuestro enemigo más fuerte, el miedo al poderoso y a nosotros mismos; la cosa más fácil, equivocarnos; la más destructiva, la mentira y el egoísmo; la peor derrota, el desaliento; los defectos más peligrosos, la soberbia y el rencor; las sensaciones más gratas, la buena conciencia, el esfuerzo para ser mejores sin ser perfectos, y sobre todo, la disposición para hacer el bien y combatir la injusticia donde quiera que estén.
—  Don Quijote de la mancha.

Headcanon that Hisana only uses her sharingan for the most mundane shit ever and it drives Fugaku up the wall because at its core the sharingan is meant to be a weapon and then there’s Hisana using her fully-evolved eyes as a glorified video camera. 

(She occasionally uses it to memorize a jutsu and sometimes uses it during spars. Mostly though, she uses it for stuff like recording Sasuke’s birthday parties, memorizing recipe books, and giving herself an edge during snowball fights. 

“I’ve always wanted to test myself against the famed sharingan–” Her opponent at the chuunin exams begins, smiling nastily at her.

“Yeah, I don’t think I’ll be using it during this match,” Hisana interrupts. Her opponent blinks.

“What? Why? Scared that I’ll prove how futile your bloodline is against someone like me?”

“Eh. You’re not good looking enough for me to want to remember your face for the rest of my life,” she shrugs and promptly creams him in under two minutes.)

A/n: wtf did I just fIND?! Idk what I was possessed by when I wrote this but I reread it and dAMN!!!! Bella fucking smutty to the max, but mixed with some fluff - idk guys idk. Thought I’d post it for you other possessed hornyn kuttke shits out there so y'all enjoy and I’m just gonna smh at the both of us - me for writing it, you for reading it… XD

“You memorize books?”

  The question was probably innocent, but it sounded mocking. In fact, if I thought about it, it was probably a jab at me. Considering the source. The source, of course, being Shawn’s girlfriend. I looked up at her, my eyebrows scrunching. Her name was Lacy and she was drop dead gorgeous, but she knew it. She let it get to er head and she was using Shawn for fame. She treated me like crap but I wouldn’t tell Shawn out of fear of what she’d do. So I dealt with it. Because that’s what I do. I’m the best friend that watched Shawn date girls I know I could be better than.

  “I memorize everything I see or read or hear,” I tell her. “I have an automatic photographic memory. I can’t forget anything I see or read. Ever. Even if I try. Even if I only read it once and briefly.”

  “Wow,” she states. “Impressive.”

  “Thanks,” I mumble, turning back to my book.

  “You’re so weird and pathetic,” she sneered. There’s the insult I was waiting for.

  “And you’re bitchy and fake,” I threw back.

  “And you’re just the love sick best friend,” she shot back. My eyes snapped up to see her smirking. “That’s right. I’m not stupid. The way you’d do anything for him. You’re pathetic. It’ll bite you in the ass over and over again, sitting by and just letting everything unravel in it’s time. Waiting. You’ll never get the guy. Never.”

  I stood and moved to her so fast i didn’t even register. There was just a sound and her head whipped to the side, her pale skin slowly reddening in the shape of my open palm.

  “You will never be worthy of him,” I snapped. “You’ll never be good enough for him. You’ll never deserve him. You’re a snake and a bitch and I actually can’t stand you. Leave me alone and I’ll leave you alone, but insult me one more fucking time and we’ll have problems. Back the fuck off, thanks.” I whipped around and flew out of Shawn’s house.

  I avoided Shawn for a long time afterwards.


“Why can’t you get along with anyone I date?” Shawn demanded. We were in another fight.

  “Because none of them are good enough,” I stated simply.

  He scoffed. “I’m not amazing, Maddie. I’m not perfect or special or spectacular.”

  “Yes you are,” I argued. “You’re amazing, Shawn. You’re precious and tender and loving and amazing and if anyone ever tells you different or doesn’t treat you accordingly, I don’t like them.” I cupped his face. “Do you even know what music means to people? What you could get if you wanted? But you don’t. You don’t even consider it, because you’re too good a person. You’re so… I’m so blessed to have you, Shawn. Even just as a best friend.”

  “What do you mean just?” Shawn asked quietly.

  My jaw worked. Open, closed, open, closed. My hands fell and I turned away. “You’re very special to me,” I answered instead. “So… important.” I wiped a tear and grabbed my jacket, leaving the house.

  He could never know the pain I felt every time I left that house empty handed.

  He couldn’t understand the emptiness I felt without him with me.

  Couldn’t understand… the love I felt him.

  A heavy and laboured sigh escaped my lips and I closed my eyes a moment before reopening them then heading home.


  “WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?” I screamed. My hands laced into the roots of my scalp, pulling agitatedly. Shawn stood there, shocked. “WHY ARE YOU SO BLIND?!”

  “Wh- what?” Shawn stuttered.

  My eyes watered and I went to leave. His hand gripped my wrists in a vice, pulling me to him so my back slammed into his chest. His arms crossed over my stomach and his nose buried in my hair. My body buzzed with his proximity and touch and I was rendered speechless. “What are you doing?”  choked out.

  “What’s wrong?” He asked. “I don’t understand? Why are you always mad at me? Why does me finding someone to go to the wedding a problem? What am I doing wrong? I can’t stand this. We’re drifting apart and you’re always leaving mad. You’re always leaving in the middle of a fight. In tears and stressed out and upset. I - I can’t handle you being like this.”

  My eyes closed and my brain shut down. When this happened, the only thing I could do was quote. It was a coping mechanism, to do this.

  “I wanted so badly to lie down on the couch with her,” I said quietly. Shawn froze, so that I could feel his body tense, pressed next to mine. “To wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together, in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I liked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, she was a drizzle was a hurricane.” Silence. “John Green, Looking For Alaska.”

  “What?” Shawn whispered after a while of me not speaking.

  “You don’t get to choose if you get hurt in this world, you only get to choose who hurts you,” I quoted again. “John Green, The Fault In Our Stars.”


  “I want to fill every part of you,” I interrupted. “Breathe the air from your lungs and leave my handprints on your soul. I want to give you more pleasure than you can bear.” I turned to face him, pulling away and backing towards the door. “If you live to be one hundred, I want to live to be one hundred minus one, so that I never have to live one day without you. Winnie the Pooh.” I started crying. “Thank you for being you. For sharing your love with me. For inspiring me to accept myself. For helping me see the unique beauty of imperfection. For showing me that love -” For the first time ever in my quoting fazes, my voice broke and I had to start over. “For showing me that love is something you do ; not just to be said, but also to be shown.”

  There was silence. “Maddie,” he whispered again. I stood frozen as he said my name and he began walking towards me and I skittered back. “Are you scared of me? Me?”

  “Maybe I’m scared because you mean more to me than any other person,” I quoted dryly. “You are everything I think about, everything I need. Everything I want.”

  “But all this time…” His voice faded as he ran a hand through his hair. “I must have broken your heart so many times, and you just… How did you stick around? Why… What…?”

  “You know you love someone when you can’t hate them for breaking your heart,” I continued. I let my lips turn up just barely. “When two people love each other, they find a way to make it work.”

  “But I didn’t… I didn’t treat you like I should have. I’ve like doyu all this time and I avoided it. I avoided you. I tried to push away everything. We didn’t make this work, you did. I loved you, but not like I should have. I loved you like a friend, when you were doing so much more…”

  “I tried to avoid you, but I knew you were a collision worth having.” I kept quoting because I could communicate this way, since my own words escaped me. I rubbed my eyes and suddenly felt weighed down and tired. “I’m just tired,” I sighed. I’m tired of waking up to the same routine every day, seeing the same people, it’s getting old. I’m tired of waking up alone and cold. Pushing myself out of bed. I’m just tired.” I looked up at him. “That’s my excuse.”

  “I… He rushed at me, cupping my face. He looked so fiercely at me and I froze, not even able to come up with a quote as my mind went completely blank. “Your eyes stole all the words away,” he whispered. Somewhere in the back of my mind that registered that he’d just quoted something to me.

  “My heart is and always will be, yours,” I whispered. “Jane Austin, Sense and Sensibility.”

  “Because of you, I can feel myself becoming the me I have always dreamed of being,” he whispered. Were we having a quote off? This was amazing.

  “Happiness, not in another place but in this place. Not in another hour but this hour. Walt Whitman,” I put out.

  “We were together. I forget the rest.” esmirked. “Walt Whitman.”

  “The best kind of love is the is the kind that awakens the soul and and makes us reach for more. That plants fire in our hearts and brings peace in our minds. Noah, a character from the notebook, written by Nicholas Sparks.”

  “I love you,” he whispered. My whole body shivered. “I am who I am because of you. You’re every reason, every… dream… No, every hope. Every….” He sighed, his eyes closing.

  “You are every reason, every hope, every dream I’ve ever had,” I finished for him. “And no matter what happens to us in the future, every day we are together is the greatest day of my life.” There was a moment of quiet, where Shawn’s lips only barely hovered over mine.

  “I will always be yours,” he whispered. “Nicholas Sparks, the Notebook.”

  The last word was a little muffled as our eyes fluttered closed and he pulled me close, kissing me hard and passionately. He pressed me into the wall and I gasped, him taking that opportunity to slip his tongue in. He was a good kisser, but I didn’t think about all the past practice he’d had. I thought about this moment, happening right now, between the two of us. I thought about him kissing me and holding me and loving em and it was all around insane and real and fake and weird and amazing.

  He held my face with his hands, touching me so tenderly and lovingly. My hands moved slowly to his waist, my fingers looping in his belt loops to pull him closer as I kissed him back with just as much vigor. We stood there awhile, pressed together and kissing hard. Making out. Then his hand moved down to my hips then under my thighs, tapping my under leg to signal me to jump. I did. He pressed me even further into the wall and pushed me up so that my hands wound around his neck and into his hair, him looking up to kiss me.

  Shawn’s lips broke away from mine to move to my cheek, then my jaw, then my neck. He sucked until he hit a soft spot and a loud moan erupted from me. I was so crazily over stimulated that I couldn’t think about anything other than how much I wanted this. How much I wanted to be as close as possible, forever, just like this.

  I wanted to marry this boy. Wake up to him next to me and have him pull me closer, burying his nose in m y hair. I want to hear his morning voice as he sneaks up behind me as I make breakfast and snakes his arms around me, me wearing his shirt and nothing else but underwear. I want to have a family and a house and a life with him. I want to have food fights instead of baking and cuddle on stormy night and watch the Notebook because I didn’t know he’d ever even seen it. I wanted to be with him as innocently as I wanted to not be innocent. Because, yes, I wanted these simply, fluffy things. I wanted to be with him in the most innocent way. But damn would I kill to fuck him. To make love to the man of my dreams, so hard that I limp the next day. I wanted all of it. All of him. In every way.

  His arm muscles rippled under me as he pulled me off the wall, taking my whole weight as he walks back. We continue kissing, his hold on me tight and secure and our kisses growing hotter as time passed. More desperate and demanding. Suddenly there’s darkness and a door closing and I’m laying down on a bed.

  His hands move across my body and pulls my clothing off, his soon following after. I’m revealed and naked in front of him, but he’s the same in front of me, and when I opened my eyes to look at him, god, I want him. He moves down, his eyes scanning me as he smiled up at me. “C-can I try something?” He asks quietly. I nod quickly, just wanting him. His head ducks and my back arches as pleasure courses through my vaginal area. I suck in a breath and he chuckles, sending vibrations up my pelves. I moan so loudly it hurts my throat, my fingers curling into his hair. How is he this good at this? Holy fucking shit!

  His head rises and I whimper at his loss of touch. He just smiles and his arms move. I know what he’s doing before his fingers enter me, but when they do, my jaw clenches and my eyes close. He pumps his fingers, curling them and going faster every once in awhile. I whimpering and moaning and I’m a fucking mess. “Fuck, Shawn,” I cry out. My hand clench the bed sheets and my back arches again, my hips bucking to get more friction. “Fuck, Shawn Fuck fuck fuck.” I move my hips on his fingers as I would if it was his member. I move and buck my hips and he curls and pulls and pushes in and out until I feel the knot and release. He lick his fingers clean the ducks down again to clean me up. His teasing sucking and licking turns me on all over again and fuck, I want him all over again.

  Before he can even ask or question, I pull him up and roll us over, me on top. He looks up at me, smirking, and I kiss him as I push my hips down onto his, pushing him inside of me. We both gasp. Too late to go back now. His lips taste like what I can only assume is me. It’s sweet and weird to taste myself, but so horribly fucking sexy.

  Once I’m adjusted I started moving my hips, swirling and going up and down and pushing as far as I can to get as much pleasure as possible. At some point I end up on my back and he’s over me, taking control. He’s in me and moving around and it’s fuckign amazing. There’s a slapping of skin and his hand on my hips and moans and I’m past everything. He moves his hands to massage my clit and it sends me over.

  “Maddie,” he moans. Fuck, I’m gone.

  He cums and fills me up. The feeling of that makes me go as well and we’re both breathing so hard. He pulls out and I pull him close. “Two more rounds,” I tease.

  “I know what you have in mind and I love you for it,” h whispers back. Without any more exchange of words, I turn around and he shifts me and himself to push into me from behind. I scream and he moves in and out. His hand moves forward to rub my clit again and I’m done. This goes a while until he finds my g spot. Fuck, do I screamed.

  “SHAWN!” I scream. I’m shaking and rocking and it’s amazing and I’m lost in the pleasure. “Shawn!” I whine. “Shawn Shawn Shawn. Fuck. Shit. Oh fucking shit, Shawn.”

  This only encourages him as he goes faster and harder and I get louder and higher. “Say my name, baby girl,” he grunts. “Yell my name.”

  Fucking mother of shit.

  I move my hips with him, a whole new feeling as he reaches new places. I’m screaming so that my lungs hurts and it sends him over the edge. Him going over the edge sends me over the edge and we’re both cumming again.

  As he pulls out of me, I relax into the bed. He lays next to me and we breath for a really long time. Before he can really catch his breath, I move to between his legs, putting his length into my mouth without warning. I sucked and bob my head and massage anything not fitting in. He throws his head back and moans something guttural and low. My hands raise to massage his balls and he grunts loudly, twisting his hands in my hair. I go and go, massaging and succking and pushing and bobbing, until he moans something about being close then cums in my mouth. I swallow the sticky whiteness like a good girl and he relaxes finally.

  Left with just a bit of energy left, we crawl up on the pillows and fall asleep. Best night of my life, just to wake up next to him the next morning. I feel satisfied that I’m sore and can barely walk as well.


The second we’re both well again, it’s on. We’ve become so sickly in love and so horribly obsessed with each other. The sex is the best thing and we’re both so curious and adventurous.

  One night we played seven minutes in heaven, where we each got seven minutes to make the other as turned on as possible without actually relieving either of us. At the end of the fourteen minutes we were both so horny we fucked as hard as we did that first night.

  Another we discovered thigh riding and I had some fun. Completely stripped and sitting on his thigh, he bounced his legs and I move as hard as possible, breathing hard and getting a surprisingly big amount of pleasure from it.

  Yet another night I told him about face riding, and he smirked. His hand curled over my ass as he sucked on my pussy, pulling ad biting and me focusing on trying not to crush his head between my thighs. Or not suffocating him. He smacks my ass and I yelp, enjoying it all the more. His lips suck my pussy and my hands clutch the bars above me as I scream and bucked my hips, basically face fucking him. He moaned just to send the vibratons through me and I scream even louder, painfully over stimulated and only wanting more. More. More. More. More. I want him to keep going and that night, he has to have vaginal sex too to relieve the need for him.

  We also tried the 69, with me sucking him as he sucked me. It was just as nice, with the others’ moans sending each of us over the top in not time. That didn’t last long at all and we had to return to good ol’ cowgirl to send us over real style.

  There’s nothing like traditional guy-on-top vaginal sex, where I can rake my nails down his back and he can push fast and hard enough to make me scream so loud I lose my voice the next morning, not just my ability to walk normally and straight.

  The sex was great, but we did do other things too. We did have those mornings where I woke up next to him in nothing but his shirt and he pulled me closer and smiled into my hair. I did make breakfast and he did come up behind me, snaking his arms around my waist to pull me close. We could shower together and not be sexual, just be stupid, but shower sex was super fun. We could sleep together innocently, and we could sleep together not so innocently.

  People always loved us together. We were as mad for each other we were madly in love. We were head over heels upside down and sideways. We were gone, lost to the people and the noise, just because we were together. Gone to everyone but each other. He could never be apart for long without one of us finding a way back. I’d join him on tour or I’d clock out early from work or call in sick. I ended up just quitting my job as Shawn had me move in with him and I no longer needed to work. We went everywhere together, and as well got older, he proposed to me.

  The bachelor and bachelorette parties were fun, the wedding was  great, and the honeymoon was fantastic. And so it all came true. We fucked and we laughed and we lived and we loved. Together.

  What else could a girl ask for?

  Cheesy romance novel quotes and Shawn Mendes as a best friend. A lover. A husband.

  Nope. Can’t get better than that.

Day 4 favorite scene

This list is nowhere near all of my favorite scenes, but these are memorable in my book.

Stripping for Smiles by @babycakesbriauna   the entire one shot of Rick stripping for Michonne to Gucci Mane and doing a horrible job at it was hilarious and adorable.

Crash into me by @dirtiebirdie17  Rick and Michonne date night complete with dancing together.

Jump on it by @cake-by-thepound  Michonne giving Rick a lap dance in front of all of their friends. My favorite lines were when Rosita says “Is it just me? Or are they basically having sex right now?” and Abraham says “You two are an inspiration”

The end and the beginning by @Rosepddle010   This scene of an old Rick and Michonne dying together surrounded by their children is so beautiful.

Queen of hearts by @mamagrimes6   When Negan sacrifices himself for Michonne, and the end when an adult Judith is talking about her family is full of feels.

I Been Dranking by @severelybabykryptonite   When a drunk Rick trips and falls on the floor and an equally drunk Michonne ‘checks him for injuries’. Also, when Michonne falls asleep right when they’re about to have sex.

Talk Dirty to Me by @pennylane714    The funniest line of all time is when a jealous Rick is watching Michonne and Daryl interact and he thinks “Stupid Daryl with his stupid cross-bow and stupid vest that makes all the women go nuts. Well I’m cool too! I got… a gun… and a hat. Fuck, no I don’t, I gave it to Carl. I got… pigs. Motherfucker, I’m pathetic.”