no but seriously what are you doing there tay

I’m Not Jealous

Warnings: None

Requests: First was literally the most adorable Jeff Atkins Imagine I’ve read. Maybe the first time Jeff gets jealous because other jocks are flirting with you resulting in the first time you make out in front of the student body.

Hi could you do an first when it’s the first time Jeff really got jealous about you pls x x

Requested by: @l-tay and @studyinghelpsheal

A/N: Thank you for requesting! I hope you like it :) feel free to send in more!

Originally posted by words-plus-wisdom

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“Alright everyone, take your seats.”

                          You follow Hannah up to the fourth row, sitting on the end next to the stairs. The bleachers squeak under you and you wonder how much longer until these things fall apart for good. “Seriously? Another assembly,” Hannah says suddenly, pulling you from your thoughts. “What do you think it’s about this time?”

You shrug. “Who knows. But hey, no fifth period!”

    “True,” she nods. “I like that. I’m surprised you didn’t sit with your lover boy over there.” she looks straight ahead to where your boyfriend sat with Clay on the other side of the gym. 

You scoff. “I’ll sit with mine if you sit with yours.”

    Your best friend shoots you a glare. You loved teasing her about her crush on Clay and vice versa. Actually, Jeff did too. It was like a hobby for the two of you.

“Shut up,” she mumbles and you laugh. “Great,” she huffs. “Look who’s coming up here.”

                               You follow her gaze. It lands on Zach Dempsey, Justin Foley, and Bryce Walker and they’re heading straight towards you. You wouldn’t mind if it was just Justin and Zach, they were actually good friends of Alex’s. You didn’t like Bryce though, he made you uncomfortable with all of his sexual advances and crude humor.

                “Hey _________,” Zach says once they reach you. You know that he’s a sweet guy, even though he acts tough in front of his jock friends. “How have you been?”

“Oh, hey Zach,” you give him a small smile. “I’ve been good. What about-”

    “Hey,” the voice belongs to Justin Foley. “Don’t hog her, I want to say hi too!” He shoots you his sweet smile. “Hi ________, Hannah.”

You laugh. “Hey Justin.”

Hannah just nods.

   “She doesn’t care about the two of you,” Bryce. “I’m her favorite,” he takes a seat next to you and throws his arm over your shoulder. “Right?”


       Meanwhile, your boyfriend watches you from the other side of the gym. His eyes narrow as he watches the other jocks flirt with you. He fights the urge to to break Bryce’s arm for touching you. 

“Jealous much?” Clay says, leaning over and nodding to where you sat.

“I’m not jealous,” Jeff replies. “I could care less.”

“Right,” Clay calls his bluff. “You look like you care plenty.”

        Jeff looks over at the pale boy. “What about Hannah, hm? Looks like she’s getting pretty cozy with Foley over there.”

Clay’s eyes widen. “That’s what I thought,” Jeff chuckles.

His eyes move back to you. He watches as Zach sits in the spot directly in front of you, leaning back on your legs. That’s it, he thinks springing up from his seat.

“Whoa, wait,” Clay reaches for him. “What the hell are you doing?”

  Jeff ignores him. His eyes stay trained on you as he makes his way across the gym. Clay is right on his heels.

You smile widely when you see him. “Hey!”

       He grabs your hand and pulls you up, causing Zach to fall back a little. You follow your boyfriend down the stairs, confused. You look back at an equally confused Hannah and Clay.

“Babe,” you say once you’re standing in the middle of the room. “What are you doing?”

                       “This,” he breathes, bending down and covering your mouth with his. You don’t have much time to react before his tongue slips between your lips, tasting your own. The kiss isn’t like the one you share this morning, innocent and sweet. No, this kiss was wild, and demanding. The way his tongue moved against yours had you weak in the knees. You groan against his lips, hands clutching his shirt for dear life, because god, this kiss was something else and you felt like if you didn’t hold on you would pass out. His hands cup your face, tilting your head back to deepen the kiss.

“Okay,” comes the teachers voice. “Break it up you two. Now.”     

Jeff bites down on your bottom lip, teeth tugging at it as he pulls away. You’re a panting mess, and so is Jeff. His lips are swollen and you’re sure that yours look the same. 

     Your face heats up when you realize what just happened. You just made out with Jeff in front of what was almost the whole school. You look up at Hannah and Clay, both wide eyed and mouths hanging open. 

“Back to your seats.”

Your boyfriend laces his fingers with yours and walks back to the bleachers. He pulls you onto his lap and meets Bryce’s eyes. A satisfied smirk stretches his face.

“Yep,” he says. “I’m not jealous.”

@theultimategernerd wanted to see Qrow in F4 (and so did I)

An anon asked for Tai in F4, too, so have matching STRQ brother’s! 

Tai-quan-Qrow (I don’t ship them in the SLIGHTEST! Like, EW, no thank you…but how is that not their ship name?) 

Have matching Qrow and Tai because I feel like Summer and Raven would pull shit like this on those two all the time.

Return of the man bun for these two and Qrow appears with some glasses! I can’t imagine his vision ever going, but I needed this. Seriously, those two bird twins have to have 15/20 vision. 

Tai: -leans against Qrow- Hey, Qroooooow? How do you beat level 30? This boss is nuts!

Qrow: Wh-what?! Stop leaning on me, Tai! You’re supposed to be helping Short-Stack and I move!

Tai: Ah, come on you big, grumpy, bird-nerd! First off, you make an excellent object to lean on. Secondly, the girls are getting take out, and we’ve been working all day! Lets chill for a bit!

Qrow: Do what you want. I’m going to keep working. We have a mission in a week and I need this place in order before we leave.

Tai: Don’t you mean Summer needs it in place?

Qrow: To that I ask you, who do YOU think is going to hear about it if it’s not neat and in order?

Tai: Pleeeeeeease? I’ve died fifteen times already!

Qrow: Bird-nerd says ‘NO’! Now, if you’d be so kind as to GET OFF OF ME!

Tai and Raven help Summer and Qrow move into their Vale Kingdom apartment about a month after graduation and returning from a mission in Atlas.

Tai is very done with moving boxes. He’d rather play video games on his Scroll and lean on Qrow as if the blondie was a Great Dane.

Qrow isn’t amused.

anonymous asked:

Oh my god I love you're work! Can you do a scenario where Qrow is dating a faunus but s/o is a little scared to show anything in public because they're in a faunus/human relationship. I love your Qrow work, it's so good! ❤❤

“Qrow! You ready to go?” You call to your boyfriend, twirling your car keys on your finger.

You see him come out of your bedroom, adjusting the collar of his shirt “I’m comin’, date night waits for no one, huh.”

“Exactly, hurry up or I’ll leave your sorry butt behind and take myself out.” You lead the way out the door and to the car, a soft beep sounds as you unlock the doors.

“Yeah, I don’t doubt you would.” He gives the tail swishing behind you a playful tug as he passes you.

You roll your eyes. Qrow sure can be a snarky bastard, but that didn’t change the fact you loved him more than anyone. As you sit down you see Qrow smile at you from the passenger seat. You return the expression. The two of you gaze at each other for a moment in a loving silence, until your tail twitches and a spark of nervousness ignites in your mind.

You certainly weren’t ashamed to be a faunus, but being proud didn’t stop you from being afraid sometimes. The atmosphere between humans and faunus… wasn’t the best. Especially now with the actions of the white fang. It’d been a while since you’d encountered anyone who acted on their distaste and was aggressive directly to you, but there was still the looks. Out of the corner of your eye, seeing people narrow their eyes at you in suspicion, whispers behind your back. It was almost worse when you were in a relationship with a human like Qrow. He never cared that you were faunus, he fell in love with who you are. A silly tail didn’t matter. Some people, though, seem to look down on your relationship because of that silly tail. You hated that they could make you nervous to go out for a night on the town with the man you love.

Qrow, sensing something wrong, takes your hand. “You okay?”

You nod “Yeah, yeah sorry. Guess I got lost in thought for a second.” Ignoring the look he gives you, you start the car and drive.


“I told you, it’s too early for a bar.” You shake your head at the man walking next to you.

“Ah, is it ever too early for the bar, really?”

“Yes, Qrow, I consider five thirty too early for the bar.”

You were both walking through downtown Vale, on route to a restaurant you’d chosen for the night. The sun was only just starting to set, so the crowds coming to enjoy the cities night life hadn’t arrived yet. Give it another hour and the streets would fill with teenagers running around, groups doing bar crawls, lovers such as you and Qrow looking for a romantic night, lonely people looking on in envy, and other night owls. Qrow thought it would be fun to check out one of the bars before they started filling up. He didn’t seem to realize that once the two of you started drinking you’d probably end up wasting the whole night. After being gone on a mission for so long, you just wanted at least a few hours of a relaxing, normal date night. The bar could wait.

Qrow runs a hand through his hair “Okay, okay. After dinner?”

“Sure. Call me old fashioned, but I’d rather wait till dark to get plastered.”

“Ha, don’t worry, I’ll love you even if you act like a grandma” He puts a hand on the side of your head and pulls you in to press a quick kiss to your temple before grabbing your hand.

You smile and chuckle, but your joy fades when you hear someone scoff nearby.

On a bench just behind you, a man sits. You see him glare at you, lip curled downward in disgust before turning away. You stiffen. This was exactly the kind of person you hated running in to.

Qrow notices your discomfort and looks over his shoulder, eyes landing on the man now looking at his scroll. “Wha-“

You tighten your grip on his hand and pull him along “It’s nothing, come on.”

His eyes lock on to yours “Did he look at you weird or something?” He looks concerned, but there’s also a bit of anger in his voice. He’d probably willingly go and pick a fight if you gave the word.

You shake your head “I- well yes, but it doesn’t matter. Let’s keep walking.”

He gives you another wary look, but then he nods, squeezes your hand, and keeps walking.

You take a breath to steady yourself. Glancing at your joined hands, you push down that knee jerk reaction to let go that came with seeing that man’s contempt.


Qrow laughs in the middle of his story “It was the oldest prank in the book, I still can’t believe Tai fell for it.”

You try and stifle your own laughter, not wanting to be too loud in the restaurant. “Ice water? Seriously? What did he even do to you?”

“Called me ‘bird brain’ one to many times, babe.” He scoops up the last of his meal with his fork as he talks.

You chuckle, playing with your drink’s straw. The nights been going well, just a few hours of hanging out and talking to your boyfriend. You couldn’t shake the feeling that something else was going to happen, though. Ever since your run in with that man. You tried to ignore it as left over nerves.

“Here you go, sirs, madam. I’ll bring you your menus in just a moment.” The waiter must have just sat some group at the table next to yours. You hoped they weren’t loud; it’s so annoying to sit next to loud groups of gossiping people. Then again, you supposed you should be getting your check soon, you’d been here a while.

You look at Qrow “Ready to go?”

He nods, pushing his plate away. You raise a hand to catch the waiter’s attention and they leave to get your check.

That done, you lean back in your chair and glance around the room. The restaurant is a pretty nice looking place, good food, too. There was quite a few people, but it wasn’t crowded. All it caused was a mildly loud chatter as a soundtrack for your meal. Not a very fancy place but better than a lot of other places you’ve eaten at. Carpeted floors, a few painting on the walls, it looked like someone had broken and glued the head back on to the bust near the door a bit poorly, though. Your eyes wander and drift to the table next to yours, you wonder who’s-

You freeze. There he was, the same man who had looked at you and Qrow so disgusted earlier. Why, why did he of all people have to be here? You’re so focused on him you barely register Qrow paying the waiter across from you.

Feeling a pair of eyes on him, the man glances to the side, for the first time noticing you. He gets that same look on his face, eyes flicking to the tail hanging behind you, then back to your face. Qrow notices him for the first time as well.

His eyes narrow “Isn’t that…”

The man turns back to his friends and says, loud enough for you to hear. “You know what I can’t stand, those faunus scoundrels waltzing around asking to be seen on the same level as a human, and then they turn around, put on those fang masks, and wreck our shops. It’s ridiculous.”

The woman nods “Ugh, agreed. I’m sure they’re not all bad, though still, it’s hard to know for certain.”

“Right, and I can’t understand why anybody would want to get too close to one, much less date one. Interspecies relationships are just so… unnerving.”

The other man chimes in “How weird it must be to date someone with four ears. Or worse, they have fangs and end up tearing your throat out when they’re supposed to be kissing your neck. Unnerving is right.”

“What’s really unnerving is how many people have the capacity to be such ignorant pricks and spout nonsense all day.” Qrow focuses his gaze on the original speaker.

“Qrow.” You whisper. You didn’t need him starting a fight for you. He knew you could handle yourself, but it seems this douche has caused you to feel uncomfortable one to many times for him to sit quiet.

“Excuse me?” The man says, all three of them turning to look at you. The woman notices your tail and her cheeks redden. The other man seems to wince and puts a hand on his friend’s arm, a gesture to stay down.

“You heard me.” Qrow says. Oh he is not starting something here.

“Qrow.” You say again, more forceful. Finally, he looks at you. You stare at each other, silently arguing about whether or not it was worth it to start a bar fight in the restaurant. Finally you win, and he sighs and downs the rest of his drink. He stands, pushing in his chair and scowling at the other table.

You stand as well, moving to be by Qrow. You’re still too frazzled to take his hand, your own hands curling in to fists in frustration.

The man looks angry, only staying sitting because of the man with his hand on his arm. His friends give him pointed glares and he eventually slumps down in his chair. You start to turn away when he whispers “Freaks.”

Now you stare him down, fed up with this nonsense. “The only ‘freak’ here is you sir. The freaks are the sad, lonely bastards such as you who have nothing better to do than spit hate at people for baseless reasons. Lucky for you, I’m tired from fighting grimm and actually protecting people, and would rather save my energy on something better than scum. Good night.” You take Qrows hand and march out of the restaurant, not bothering to check the man’s reaction.

You walk silently with Qrow for a few minutes before he speaks up. “Well, that was some speech.”

You sigh and stop moving, rubbing your face with one hand. “I got a bit heated, I wanted to just leave without confrontation, but it’s just so tiring. I hate people like him. I hate being afraid to show affection to you in public.”

“You don’t have to be afraid; nothing is ever coming between us, you know that. I love you, (y/n).”

You shake your head and smile dryly. “I’ve dealt with those people long enough that the fear and hesitation isn’t something I can shake off so easy, but,” You take Qrow’s other hand and look into his eyes, smile softening “but you’re right. Nothing will come between us. I won’t let a few pricks stop me from loving you. Because… I really do love you, Qrow.”

You move forward and let the crisp night air and the sounds of laughing revelers flow past you as you kiss each other, hands clasped and fingers intertwined.

interwebseriesfan24  asked:

I'm gonna publish my fan fiction on here. Oh god I'm so nervous. I'm really nervous. I'm shaking and crying. Holy crap. Any advice before I die of nervousness or advice for the fic?

Don’t be nervous! (wow, nice advice tay) but seriously, it’s alright! My first time posting fic on here was really nerve racking, esp. since I wasn’t really into the fandom yet?? You might get criticism or hate, but that happens. There’s no way you could stop it from happening. Taking the plunge is hard, but I’m sure you’re fic is excellent! The first step to anything is just to do it. Then you see what happens :)


LEGAL: Blackguard or Blackguard of Gigantion. She prefers using the former over the latter since Gigantion is no longer a thing.

CEREMONIAL: Blackguard of Gigantion and CEO of Black Matter. Yes, she named her company Black Matter because black matter is the hypothetical matter that exists in everything and everywhere, and she is in the business of buying/selling everything from everywhere. This mech is terrible for making punny names and should never be trusted.


This one. I could stare at it for hours and hours because the level of detailing Tai put into is just amazing. Seriously, this pic is 👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌there👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my self 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good shit


Passively I’ve chosen Cykeem White but I am not entirely sold on him either. To be honest, Blackguard isn’t the type to stick to one form but rather make whatever form she feels is necessary for the situation. So, in theory, she could make a ten foot tentacle monster for her holo and be completely serious with it.


  1. Blackguard never officially lived with Quickshaft and Redstrike. They all spent lots of time together under one roof, but they never bought a home and moved in together as one unit. They all liked their respective planets too much to move away from them and enjoyed having some private space from each other. So, they all agreed to keep their own homes and just shacked up up in one for a while.
  2. Singing to loved ones is a completely normal thing for Blackguard to do. She doesn’t do it to show off any skill or talent, she just does it - usually to express feelings or to comfort. A lot of her courtship with Quickshaft and Redstrike involved - both singles and duets (triplets?).


  1. Sleep
  2. Watch whatever television she can tap into
  3. Listen to whatever musical radio frequencies she can tap into


  1. Rigel
  2. Megatron ( @therisingdarkness )
  3. Blackout
  4. Redstrike
  5. Crossfire
  6. Tarn ( @voraciouslyindulgent )
  7. Mixracks


  1. Leaving the kids with Blackout and leaving them the way she did. She needed her privacy but she could have - and should have - done that better. She took advantage of his giving nature and unknowingly ended up putting Rigel and Starflare in a lot of danger.
  2. Buying Crossfire. She’s done all she can to make that right, and in the end it’s actually worked out for the big mech, but she still regrets it.


  1. Philophobia – fear of love. She still hasn’t gotten over what happened with Quickshaft and Redstrike, so she doesn’t let herself fall for anyone anymore. And if anyone falls for her then she pretends like they didn’t or refuses to do anything about it. Everything is just better when everyone pretends like love isn’t in air.
  2. Decidophobia – fear of making decisions. It’s hard to tell which decisions will be good and which will be bad, so it’s easier to just not make any at all, right?

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Okay so let's pretend for a sec that Daisuke actually gets a date with Hikari and Taichi wants to give some advice
  • Taichi: Say you have a dinner date at seven. What time do you arrive?
  • Daisuke: Seven. AM. Case the restaurant, run background checks on the staff. Can the cook be trusted? If not, gotta kill him, dispose of the body, replace him with my own guy, no later than four-thirty.
  • Taichi: You’re ready!
  • Daisuke: Really?
  • Taichi: No. Everything you just said was insane.
Notes on being grounded

As an energy worker, being grounded is incredibly important. As an intuitive, it’s nearly essential. As a soul in a physical body, it keeps me from crashing into walls. (Seriously, I do it all the time when I’m incredibly disconnected.)

It will get long winded, so here’s some notes I give to my students about being grounded and some ways to get grounded.

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Awkward (T.C)

|based on the request: hey!! can you do an imagine where you’re friends with Taylor and he starts to get nervous around you and you think you did something wrong but really it’s just because he likes you? (is this weird idk)|

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“Hey guys!” I grin as I walk into my friend Taylor’s house, carefully shutting the door behind me. The conversation from the lounge was cut off as soon as the door shut. I furrow my eyebrows at the sudden quietness and toss my keys on the table.

“Hey Y/N.” I hear Dillon say. I smile to myself and walk into the lounge and stand behind the couch. “What’s up?”

I take a step over so I’m standing right behind Taylor. “Nothin’ much, I just got back from my grandparents in Arkansas.”

“Oh so that’s where you were, how was it?”

“It was good to see my family, the weather wasn’t great but it was fine.”

I got to see my family from my moms side, we only ever see them every other Christmas because my dads family is from Indiana. It’s my grandparents 50th wedding anniversary so we went on a little road trip to Arkansas for a week.

“So you just got back then?” I nod. “You decided to come and see your lover boy as soon as you got back in the state?”

“Of course I did,” I grin, wrapping my arms around Taylor’s neck from behind. “I missed my little lover boy.” I kiss Taylor’s cheek quickly and rest my chin on his head. “What’s up with you, Tay? You haven’t said a word to me yet.”

“I uh, hi, um, yeah.”

I look over at Dillon who’s watching Taylor with a smirk on his face, but as soon as he catches eyes with me, his smirk drops and he just shrugs at me.

Something is definitely going on.

Taylor Caniff is never quiet. For the 11 years that I’ve known him, I’ve never seen him be this quiet or sputtery. Especially at the same time. He’s always been so open and crazy around me, not once have we ever had a silence for longer than ten seconds.

“Tay, my mom told me to ask you if you wanted to come over for dinner tomorrow?”

“Sure, uh, okay.”

I furrow my eyebrows once again and walk around the couch and sit down on the coffee table in front of the two couches. I look between the two boys in question. Taylor refuses to look at me and Dillon looks like he’s going to piss himself with laughter.

“What did you guys do whilst I was gone then?” I ask, trying to ease up the tension and awkwardness in the room.

“Not much, played some video games, went with Taylor to a couple meetings about the tour, ate a whole lot of takeout, spent a whole lot of money.”

“Well, it sounds like you two had a fun week.”

“We also tried to do laundry, but it didn’t work. We broke the washing machine-”

“We? Aw hell naw, you put too much damn powder in!” Taylor finally speaks up, narrowing his eyes at his best friend with a cute little glare.

“What did you guys ruin?”

“That blue button up of Taylor’s-” I widen my eyes and gasp quietly, snapping my head to look right at Taylor. They can’t be talking about the shirt I’m thinking about, can they?

“Not my favourite shirt?” Dillon nods and looks at Taylor. “The pale, denim-like blue colour one with the black buttons?” Dillon nods once again and I instantly frown. “You know how much I love that shirt on you, Tay! You were going to wear it to my cousins wedding!”

My cousin is getting married in two months and I asked Taylor to come with me, along with the circumstance that he wears my favourite shirt of his, and he agreed. He looks so good in that shirt! I know that he looks damn good in tank tops, but he just looks so smart and pretty in formal shirts. And now it’s ruined?

My heart is going to break over a damn shirt.

“Hold up, Taylor’s going to your cousins wedding with you?”

I nod, “Yeah, of course he is, why are you asking?” Is there something bad about that?

“Is he your date to the wedding?”

“I guess so.” I never thought about it that way.

I guess Taylor is my date for my cousins wedding. He’s my friend, and he’s a male, so people just automatically assume that we’re dating because we’re the opposite genders and we’re so close.

“What do you have to say about being Y/N’s date, Taylor?”

As the attention is centred on Taylor, his face starts to pale and he begins stumbling and muttering every syllable he tries to speak. I need to know what the heck is going on because something is seriously not right with Taylor and it’s really worrying me.

“Right okay, what is going on?”

“I think it’s time for me to leave,” Dillon mutters as he quite literally launches himself off of the couch and sprints over to the front door without any kind of explanation as to why. “See you later!”

As soon as the door closes, I catch Taylor’s eye and widen mine to ask him what’s going on.

“Why are you being so odd, Tay? Did I do something wrong?”

“No, I uh, you didn’t do anything wrong, you never do.”

I raise an eyebrow before nodding, “Then what is it? You know you can talk to me.”

“I just, I, Y/N, I, I can’t.”

“Tay, are you okay?”

“No! I’m not fucking okay!” He bursts, throwing his hands in the air to emphasise his voice. “I swear, all you ever do is tease me and I’m sick of it!”

“What? Tease you? What are you talking about?” When have I ever teased him? I’ve never been mean to him?

“With all your flirty words and playing along with what Dillon was saying about us being lovers! He only said that because he knows that I want us to be like that!”

“Wait, slow down okay?” His fast, over reactive breathing instantly slows down as he looks at me, his eyes glistening brightly. “You want us to be what?”

“The way you were hugging me, I, it just got me thinking about what we could be, and Dillon! Dillon knows what I was thinking about, I told him every god damn thing about what I freakin love about you and he just keeps teasing me and you play along!”

Does Taylor like me? Is he trying to tell me that he has feelings for me?

“Are you saying you want us to be more than friends, Taylor?”

He looks down at his lap before answering me. “I guess, yeah…”

“How long have you been feeling like this?”

“Since the day you left for Arkansas.” He almost a whispers, looking back up at me. “Ever since we almost kissed when we were hugging, I, I started feeling things and I told Dillon and I’m quite rightly, uh, whipped.”

“That was definitely unexpected,” I puff, resting my hands on my hips. “I don’t really know what to say.”

Taylor just shrugs his shoulders and wraps his arms around himself. “It’s fine that you don’t like me back, I couldn’t even come to terms with it until this morning.”

I purse my lips to the side and look at Taylor. He smiles half heartedly at me and barely makes any eye contact with me, avoiding the awkwardness but raising the tension instead.

“I don’t want it to be awkward between us.” I finally blurt out, biting down on my dry, bottom lip

“It won’t… I uh, um, yeah.”

With a big, deep sigh, I close my eyes and bring up a sudden idea, one that could work really well for the both of us, or it could completely ruin everything. “We could always try to make something work?”

“What do you mean?”

“We could go on a date and see if we can get along as a couple?”

Taylor’s face perks up as soon as I say 'date’, and then even more as I say 'couple’.

“Do you really mean that? You want to actually go on a date with me? Me?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” I smile and Taylor just shrugs. “You’re one of my closest friends and we’ve always gotten on really well, we might as well give it a try.”

People have always said that we act like we’re a couple, people like Dillon. He always teases us about it, hence why Taylor was so awkward when I first arrived, and I’m sure that he would be overjoyed if Taylor and I came out as a couple.

That means that he would become the third wheel instead of me.

“So,” All of Taylor’s awkwardness suddenly cowers away and he’s finally the bubbly, confident Taylor I know and love. “You busy tonight?”

Empty Movement

Do not allow your forms to be hollow. You must develop intention, a physically implied movement based on combat application. The beginnings of intention come from visualization of the technique. Visualization can only be developed through physical experience of the technique. Intention becomes the reenactment of how your body interacts when connecting with or striking an opponent. At this point visualization is not merely picturing the image of the opponent, but the feeling of interaction with the opponent.

This is smart shadowboxing, not empty movement. Your combinations will not be the same in application as they are in your form, to think so is naive. However, when you release the single movements from your forms in application, whether in an actual fight or sparring context, you will do so with the fullest potential.

So to know only forms is not enough, you need to know what it feels like to strike, kick, block, throw, then your forms practice will have substance. Still, forms training is only a piece of the larger picture, drilling, sparring, bag work and conditioning must also be practiced regularly and seriously to truly develop the self. When you practice with focused intention your movements will become more agile, stronger and more efficient when applied in any forum.

The Adventures of Kinley and Tay

Here is another idea that popped in my head. I hope you all enjoy!

Short stories of adventures Kinley and Tay encounter as they discover their love for each other.

Adventure 1: Lost in the Woods

Kinley and Tay had developed a close friendship. They were not in a relationship, but enjoyed a platonic friendship with each other. Outside of work, they would often go on adventures to explore common interests. After shooting season 2 and needing a cool down period, Kinley saw a commercial for a nature hike through the woods.   He knew Tay liked pets and animals, so he thought it would be a good little getaway to share with his friend. The ad advertised that participants would walk a nature trail exploring animals in their natural habitat and at night, they would camp out and return the next day.

 Tay had packed all of her camping gear, had her hiking boots on and decided she would stick to her athletic wear for comfort and flexibility. As she waited for Kinley to pick her up, she stood peeping out of the window glancing at her watch. His car appeared and he got out to help her load her camping gear.

After arriving at the site, both packed on their gear and joined the group to receive instructions on their route and the dos and don’ts. Kinley looked to Tay and asked, “Are you ready for this?” and she smiled saying, “More ready then I’ll ever be.”

As they walked the trail, they saw various animals. Tay was in awe and really enjoying the trail. She wanted to touch and hold all of the animals they encountered, but Kinley held her back. She was like a little kid at a petting zoo. She knew Kinley probably would not let her touch anything so she made sure to bring her small Canon to take photos along the way. At times Kinley would lift her so that she could get better angles for her photos. Nevertheless, as the group walked on, Tay and Kinley began to fall behind because they wanted to get more in-depth nature photos, eventually getting segregated from the group. When they realized they were no longer with the group, they became a little worried and it was beginning to get dark. Their attempts to call for help were unsuccessful because neither could get a phone signal in the woods.

Tay was starting to panic but Kinley quickly pacified her by letting her know that in the morning they would find their way back to the campsite. However, deep in his mind, he had no clue of how to get back, but his plan was to stay calm and for the night, they would just stay put and share a tent.

Kinley struck a small fire to give them a little light. Tay pulled out her little packs of tuna and crackers and they both fed on that while they devised a plan for the route they would take in the morning to get back. They noted everything they remembered on the trail up to the point where they were. Tay had her camera so she was going to use her pics to trail back to the familiar spots.

It was a warm night, so as Kinley pitched the tent, Tay assisted in anyway. Kinley was shirtless and the fire illuminated his muscles. Tay had seen his body on set on many occasions. She had even seen him totally nude, but being in this dark, serene setting gave her a new appreciation for his sensual curves. It made her feel sexual towards him. She had always managed to draw the line between her costar and their personal relationship, which was now quickly evaporating watching him in action. She started to fan herself.

Kinley noticed that Tay was looking at him differently, but he tried to shrug it off. His thought was we are good friends, we enjoy each other’s company; let’s not ruin that, so he continued building the tent.

Once the tent was completed, they both crawled in and Tay asked Kinley if he thought there were bears in the woods and if so, if he thought they might be attacked. Kinley responded, “I’m sure there are, we just need to be careful not to fall asleep too hard that we can’t escape them. Saying this caused Tay to slide to his side placing her arm around his waist, as he lay there shirtless in his shorts.

Tay pleaded that he promise her he would not let anything happen to them and he replied, he could not guarantee that, but he would surely try his best. She lifted her body and began to remove her boots and clothes so that she would be left in her tank and undies.

Kinley looked at her saying, “You know that I am a man, what are you doing?” Tay looked at him puzzled and sharply said, “What’s the problem? You’ve seen me on set so many times with less clothes than this. I know you know how to control yourself at the sight of a little booty.” Kinley laughed, but he reiterated, “seriously, you NEED to cover up!”

He exclaimed, “Tay, we are not on set, there are no cameras or others around to crush the mood. This is a more intimate and personal setting and you know I get aroused very quickly.” She glanced over to his manhood and confirmed he was not lying as evidenced by the large long bulge in his shorts. She chuckled at the sight.

Tay teasingly asked him if he got aroused by just any woman or was it particular women that had that effect on him. He responded, “I would not say ANY WOMAN, just those women that appeal to me.” She retorted, “in what way do I appeal to you to have that effect (seductively pointing to his manhood) on you?”

He looked down at himself and tried to cover it up with both hands turning slightly on his side and told her that he was not ashamed and to drop the subject. He stated, “we have a good hike ahead and we should get some rest, you don’t want any of this!”

She scooted her body close to his butt and rubbed her hand down his chest in a slow circular motion resting her chin on his muscled arm and seductively asked, “how would I know if you don’t give me a sample?” He looked at her and said Tay, “Stop! Trust me, you do not want to start this—you need to be careful. I’m not one of those lil dudes you have been dealing with, besides we are good friends—once you have the Mack you can’t go back.” “I’m not willing to jeopardize the friendship we have—go to sleep!”

Tay looked at Kinley and said, “I’m not quite sleepy. I am a little hungry right now and you are looking plenty appetizing” and she licked his lips from bottom to top while placing a firm grip on the large hump in his shorts then began caressing his hardened area with her hand.

Kinley whispered with a chuckled to her lips, “Tay, I’m warning you … . once you start this, I’m telling you, I won’t be able to stop—I’m warning you … … going once … going twice” and she continued to kiss him forcing her tongue deeper into his mouth. She broke the kiss to straddle him placing slow and small wet kisses on his chin and throat, as she moved down to his chest, abs, and stomach. Everywhere her hands touched on his body left a tingle on his skin.

He quickly flipped her over placing her on her back and harshly pulled up her tank top making her breast pop freeing them from their enclosure. He took turns placing soft kisses on each breast while he massaged the other. She let out long whining moans as his tongue danced across her hardened nipples. His sucking and massaging were giving her a pleasant sensation making her arch her back. As the heat climbed between them, his hand slid down her stomach and he ripped her undies completely off exposing her neatly trimmed hot pocket. He kissed and licked between her breast and navel area as she wrapped her legs around his waist locking him in position. She was rolling her exposed v against his hardened piece. Without anticipation, he snatched her up exiting the tent carrying her to the nearest tree.

He placed her back against the tree and savagely began to passionately kiss and caress her body with a strong grip. Looking her straight in the eyes, he said, “Tay, I dreamt about doing this to you for a long time.” He pulled his shorts down to his ankles, and stepped out of them. He was going so wild; she could not keep up with his pace. With her eyes locked on him, she said, “give it to me Ken, let me feel all you’ve got.” He turned her around to face the tree lifting and pinning both of her hands up with one of his hands as he whispered in her ear, “Your ass belongs to me, I’m the bear you should be concerned about—I’m about to ravage this ass.” The fierce way he said those words, made her moisten. With one quick rough push, he jammed into her. She was so wet, he glided straight in. He had absorbed her entire pocket and was pumping back and forth as she moaned, “Yes … .  Yessssssssss, give it to me Ken. You feel so gooooood, Ahhhhhhh … . . don’t stop.” They were proving that just because no one was in the woods to hear them, sounds could be made. One of his hands was holding her captive to the tree while the other had a firm grip on her warm wet center as he grinded savagely into her. “Ughhhhh, Ken” she moaned, “Faster.” He could hold on no longer and pulled out to release his cum.  As he pulled out, he still had his hand on her spot, so he stuck two fingers in her in a quick motion keeping her aroused. He could feel her middle pulsating around his fingers as her legs got weaker under his touch. Her juices began to flow heavier. Staring at her like he was in a trance, he licked and sucked his fingers as she  looked at him breathless coming down from her high. As she regained herself, she leaned against the tree. She looked at him slurping her wetness and it turned her on, she jump up on him and wrapped her legs around his waist placing his hard piece back in her vagina.  As they kissed, she pumped on him internally and externally driving him crazy. He was moaning and groaning, “that’s right . … ride me, Tay… . Ahhhhhhh.”  His talking and moaning was fueling her stamina to continue until he started to cave. She was bringing him to his knees. He grabbed the sides of her body and laid her down in the fire lit darkness on the ground in a bed of leaves and started a slow grind. His massive hands still held a tight grip on her body as they both stared into each other’s eyes. The grind was creating a buildup both were feeling and both were howling like two wolves, but right before both exploded, he leaned to her lips, kissed her passionately and they both let loose combining their juices. He rolled over staring into the stars as she did the same. Their chests rose up and down as they caught their breaths. Still staring at the stars, both exclaimed, “Wow” simultaneously.

She looked over to him and said, “I always wanted to have sex in the woods. Thanks for making that dream come true, my homie lover friend” letting out an exhausted laugh. He smirked at her and said, “after what we just did, do you think we can still be platonic friends?” She said, hold that thought, “I have to go pee” hopping up to run into the woods. He got up and tossed her a roll of tissue.

Kinley was in the tent with his shorts on, but still shirtless. She entered still half nude. He just eyed her body as she sat down to slide her pants on. She said, “thanks to you, my panties are shreds, now I have to cover up and sleep in my pants” and he responded, “that’s lucky for you, but you’re welcome to sleep in the nude, however, I can’t promise that you will be safe from the bear.”

She was actually glad he said what he said to her because she was ready for another round. She sexily smirked at him saying, “Before we go to sleep, can I get a little snack from my friend?”

democracy07  asked:

What do you think of James Long films? Live and Let Tai, Taimonds Are Forever, For Your Tais Only, Taicense To Kill, GoldenTai, Casino Royang, Taifall, Tomorrow Never Tais, The Yang With The Golden Pun, Dr. Qrow, Long Her Pyrrhajesty's Secret Service, Sunderball, Ooblecktre? Eh?

I seriously love his movies! Although, I always can’t help but feel… connected to them. Maybe the girls know why.

I also get a bit sad when watching the secret service one. Who knows why.

anonymous asked:

What did/do you find most attractive about Tai?

     “His smile is charming, but I think I want to go beyond that.  I would describe many of his physical features, but I think my favorite trait is how safe he makes me feel.  His drive to get me to notice him and take him seriously as romantic potential.  Once he had it, again, he made me feel safe and treated me well.”

anonymous asked:

Hi. I joined a martial arts club so I could learn self confidence/self defense. But yesterday I was taught by a guy who made me so uncomfortable, I don't want to go again. I cant believe the irony! I wanted to learn self defense against misogynists & ended up being taught by one who roughed me up & pretended it was a lesson. He kept saying "girls are so much worse than boys" (about school bullies, like at over 20 yrs old that's why I joined?) & when I disagreed he aggressively pulled me. Advice?

Get out of the class.

This guy obviously has nothing to teach that you’re interested in learning and in the words of the Karate Kid: “There are no bad students, just bad teachers.” You don’t have to go, you don’t have to stick it out, this is not a toughness test. You have the right to say “no” and go find an instructor who will help you achieve the goals you set for yourself as opposed to working out his personal issues on you.

This is not acceptable. It is not okay. Leave.

I cannot stress that enough.


If this guy is the one running the school, then find another school. If he’s not and is working under a leadership then (if you feel comfortable talking to them), you should let them know. If this is a position or attitude that they endorse, then, again, leave. Unfortunately, that may be all you can do. Safeguarding yourself is important. You are important. You are entitled to a safe, constructive learning environment with someone you trust and who believes in you. This guy is obviously not giving you that, therefore he is neither entitled to your time or your money.

Abusive environments in martial arts schools are not normal. However, they do happen. Assholes exist and, unfortunately, regardless of training, shitty people will continue to be shitty.

So, get out. You don’t want to go back? Great. Don’t. You don’t have to. This is not you giving up. This is not cowardice. This is not you failing. He has failed you. If you do to get a refund, bring a friend. Don’t go back without one, or two, or three. There’s safety in numbers. Whatever you need to feel safe.

Here’s what you shouldn’t do.

Don’t let this guy scare you off getting what you want. Okay? He’s not the norm and those goals you mentioned: building self-confidence and learning to defend yourself? That’s admirable. I’m proud of you for finding the courage to go after what you want. Tackling new experiences is very brave and I’m sorry this situation has been so horrible. All my hugs to you. Those things you want? You deserve them. Find a different school.

Martial arts schools are like any community, they’re all different. Think about the different cliques in your high school, even the people who seem very similar can be vastly different. What you need is to find an environment where you feel comfortable. Find someone you want to learn from.

Martial arts require trust and respect, it’s a shared path between teacher and student. You need to find a teacher you respect and one who respects you. A good teacher is one who believes in you. They believe in their students, they are invested in their development, they are with you ever step of the way, and they are a second family. They will not disregard your fears, they will listen to you, and together you will work toward achieving what you need. It’s a partnership. Because of that, it’s important to remember that not every teacher can provide what you’re looking for. This is why finding the right one is so important. Remember, what’s right for me or Starke may not be right for you. We all learn differently and thrive in different learning environments.

Most importantly: This is supposed to be fun.

I’m going to borrow a section from The Ultimate Guide to Tai Chi, an article by Dr. John Painter where he discusses selecting a school. This is going to be specifically about Tai Chi, but really, it’s good advice for any martial art.

to find a school to suit your needs, you should first decide just what you expect to gain from studying tai chi chuan. Do you simply want better health, or do you want to learn tai chi to defend yourself, or to enhance your internal power? Or all of the above? Getting in touch with your needs is a good idea before you start your quest.

Where to Look
In most large cities across the United States, there are usually several teachers available. Look in the yellow pages or ask around to compile a list of candidates. Checking with the local community college programs is another option. Anyone who wishes to study this art should identify as many teachers as possible in the area. Then go visit the training sites of each. Some may be in a commercial gymnasium, or a church hall, or a college gymnasium, while other classes are taught in parks. The authenticity of the art does not rely on the place in which it is practiced. However, for a beginner, it generally is best to have a quiet serene environment in which to train.
If the site matches your needs, call the instructor and ask to visit an actual class. It’s most helpful to observe both a beginner’s and advanced class to determine how you might progress as a student of that particular school. Avoid a teacher who will not allow visitors during class time. Legitimate teachers have nothing to hide and do not conduct “secret” classes. (pg XIV)

I also suggest checking Yelp and other sites to see if the school is listed. Not all experiences are going to be favorable, but this is an easy way to check the pulse before leaping right in.

This part is the one I feel is most important.

Once you have located a teacher to visit, do what the Chinese say: “Empty your cup.” Let go of any expectations about how a competent tai chi chuan teacher should look, act, or sound.

Good teachers come in all shapes, sizes, and nationalities and in both sexes (genders). A teacher does not have to be Chinese to have a command of the art. A good teacher has to communicate the basic principles in a clear and concise manner—this is essential.

The hallmark of excellence in teaching is not how the teacher performs, but how he or she gets you to perform. No matter how many awards are won or how perfectly the forms are executed for the class, if the person in question cannot explain in simple terms, or communicate in some way how you can do the technique, you are not looking at a good teacher! (pg XIV, bolded for emphasis)

Learning is about you, the student. The teacher’s job is to serve the needs of the student. If those needs are not being served, then the teacher has failed or is not a good one. When you look for your next school (leave this one), look for someone who makes you feel comfortable, whose class is comfortable and relaxed, who promotes an environment where you feel comfortable learning.

You are not being selfish. It’s okay to say no. If the school cannot provide what you need, then feel free to look elsewhere. This is why looking at multiple schools is important. Much like applying to college, you’re looking for a place where the learning environment is right for you.

Do you trust this person? Do you feel safe? Are there other women present in your classes? Are they present in the higher classes? Are there female instructors? When you observe a class, how does the instructor treat them? How do the students behave? Do they look comfortable and happy?

Again from The Ultimate Guide to Tai Chi:

Taking the Pulse of the Class

When visiting the school, talk to the students and find out what they like about the program. Watch the classes and see if the students are having fun learning. It is best to avoid teachers who run their classes like a military camp or who never smile. Discipline is important and should be part of the class, but remember that tai chi chuan is based on Taoism, and Taoists do not take things as seriously as many of their Zen-oriented brothers in budo. Look for laughter.

You want laughter. You want comfort and friendliness. People who smile, who are warm, friendly, and welcoming. Community is what keeps you going when things get tough.

This is what’s most important. Women are often taught to sacrifice themselves for the good of others, to put aside their own needs in order to make someone else more comfortable. Screw that. Trust your instincts. They are right. If you find yourself having to make a lot of justifications, if this school is somewhere you don’t want to be, if you don’t feel like you’re learning, if you don’t feel valued, and you don’t feel respected both by your instructor and the other students then it’s time to go somewhere else.

Take care of yourself first.

I’m sorry this experience has been rough for you and your instructor is an asshole. Don’t give up. The sense of betrayal you’re feeling right now is natural. It’s not your fault. It’s his fault. You don’t have to go it alone. Most importantly, find a safe place.

Don’t go back.

(If you absolutely must, take a friend. If you are nervous about signing up at another school or even just visiting, again, bring a friend. Someone you trust, someone who will look out for you.)


Hey Tay!! I hope you are doing well:) I seriously can’t believe it’s been 2 months since you made all of my dreams come true. I still can’t thank you enough for everything you did for us that day. I just wanted to remind you of how proud we all are of you and we are so excited to see what you have in store for us in the future! I miss you so much and love you immensely
Your friend,
Rachel💕 @taylorswift

Luke Hemmings - Stupid Mistakes

Okay so this is the first part to a little series that I’m doing. It’s my first planned series and I hope you like it!


It had been a very tiring day at work, so I decided to go to bed early. The only thing getting me through working the extra hours was the holiday that I was taking to go to America to see Luke. I got a hot water bottle and crawled under my covers. Work had really taken it out of me because I was nearly asleep within five minutes of snuggling under the covers.
I had nearly drifted off when my phone beeped to signal that I had received a text. Groaning I reached out and grabbed my phone. The brightness blinded me but frustration quickly transformed to panic. ‘Y/N, I think you should check Twitter…’ The text from Y/B/F/N had read. Quickly, I opened Twitter and began to scroll through my feed. I felt sick, as tears formed. Minutes later I got another text: ‘I’m so sorry Y/N, but maybe it’s not as bad as it looks..?’ She had suggested. I was too angry to reply, so I called her instead.
She didn’t even get chance to say hello before I started ranting.
‘What else could have happened? Luke was clearly kissing another girl. There’s multiple pictures of my boyfriend kissing another girl at a party. I’m flying out to see him tomorrow. Tomorrow! I don’t know what to do Y/B/F/N..’ I said as the first tear rolled down my cheek.
'Please don’t cry Y/N.’ She said, sensing through my tone that I had started crying. 'He is a fucking idiot for doing that. Are you still going to go?’ She asked.
'Oh hell yeah. I’m going. I need answers, whether I’ll get them from him or Mikey, Ash and Cal.’ I said as anger raised in my voice.
Y/B/F/N let me continue to rant to her for another hour, but eventually I ran out of steam and said goodnight.

I spent all day packing to try and take my mind off of the picture of Luke kissing that girl floating around in my memory. It didn’t really help, so I blasted ATL out of my earphones. The volume forcible stopped any upsetting thoughts circling through my mind.
The plane journey went painfully slow. All I wanted to do now was confront Luke, but I had no idea what to say to him. By the time the plane landed I still didn’t have a clue as to what I would say.
A taxi was waiting for me when I walked out of the airport, which is what we had previously decided would be best as we hadn’t gone public with our relationship. We had taken every effort to keep it secret so that the media or the fans didn’t find out, which is what hurt, because clearly he didn’t care about people finding out about him and this girl.
My breath hitched as the taxi rolled through the gates of the hotel. It was beautiful with a large water fountain stood proudly in front of the glass structure. The view quickly disappeared as the car pulled into the garage. The driver got out and helped me with my bags. I politely thanked him and tipped him for the ride. Taking a deep breath I pulled my suitcase to the reception desk where I told the perky woman my alias name. She handed me a card to the penthouse. Their rooms were definitely getting better I thought. I rolled my case to the lift and pressed the button to the top floor. The lift opened up to a double door. I swiped my card, which made a click sound to indicate that it had opened. I pushed down the handle.
They were all sat on the couches drinking coffees to wake up. I had no doubt that they had all just rolled out of bed. The boys’ heads turned towards me and smiles broke out on their faces.
'Y/N!’ Luke exclaimed and jumped up to walk over to me. He wrapped his arms wound my waist and leaned in to kiss me.
'Are you joking?’ I said, pushing him away, which caused confusion and hurt to flash across his features.
'What’s up? If it’s about me not being at the airport we already decided..’ He began but I cut him off.
'Yeah I know. That was perfectly fine. But I’m guessing that you haven’t been on Twitter recently?’ I said sarcastically, glaring at him as I crossed my arms across my chest. Everyone’s eyes where on us.
'No..why?’ His brow furrowed and he looked at his band members for a clue. They all looked just as confused apart from Michael who avoided his gaze.
'Why don’t I bring you into the loop Luke.’ I said, grabbing my phone out of my pocket and loaded up Twitter. 'Just scroll down a bit.’ I said passing him my phone and watched his face as it dropped with realisation when he saw the many photos and status of him and the girl. 'Do you have nothing to say for yourself?’ I asked him, crossing my arms over my chest.
'What happened?’ Ash asked.
'Apparently Luke couldn’t wait a few days to kiss his girlfriend so he decided to kiss someone else. Isn’t that right Luke?’ I said not taking my eyes off of Luke. The hurt had disappeared and instead all I could feel was anger. 'But I don’t even know if this just happened the once or if this is a regular occurrence.’
'Y/N…’ Luke said, looking at me for the first time after seeing the pictures. 'I’m sorry. It meant nothing. She just..’
'You know what I can’t hear this right now.’ I said turning around. 'Fuck you Luke.’ I said and walked towards the door.
'You fucking idiot.’ I heard Ashton say just before the door closed behind me.
Impatiently, I jabbed the lift button again for the fifth time as I sighed in frustration.
'Fuck of Luke.’ I said as I heard the door open behind me.
'It’s not Luke.’ Michael said as he stepped next to me. He wrapped me up in a big hug and I lost it. Tears streamed down my face, causing his top to become wet. 'Hey don’t cry now.’ He said as he wiped my tears with his thumb. 'Come on let’s go get a drink.’ He said as the lift dinged open. I nodded and followed him into the lift.
Michael must have already requested a car because there was a vehicle waiting for us at the entrance by the time we got to the garage.
'Morning Mr Rection.’ The guy said with a completely serious face.
'Are you joking?’ I laughed as we slid into the car. 'Please tell me your first name starts with an E?’ I pleaded.
He nodded. 'Mr E. Rection. I thought it was funny when I chose it.’ He shrugged.
'Oh Michael, I’ve missed you so much.’ I said sobering up from my laughter. Michael had been the one to introduce me to Luke and the rest of the band. We had met in a bar and having the same sense of humour we immediately knew that we were going to be friends. So we continued to hang out until they left town. Being a sucker for blue eyes, I had already fallen for Luke and the next time they had come to town he had asked me on a date.
'I’ve missed you too Y/N.’ he said, patting my head, which made me roll his eyes. 'Oh yeah this is yours.’ He said, digging in his pocket and pulled out my phone. I thanked him and then we spent the rest of the journey playing the newest game on his phone.
I sat down at a table by the window, cupping my mug of hot chocolate to warm up my freezing fingers.
'You need to talk to him.’ Michael sighed as he sat down opposite me and saw my phone light up for the twentieth time, showing yet another text from Luke.
'You’re right. I should.’ I sighed as I picked up my phone.
'Please can we just talk about this Y/N?’ Was Luke’s last message, so I replied to him saying that we could discuss it tomorrow because I was too drained to talk about it today.
'Done. We’re meeting tomorrow.’ I said to Michael as I dropped my phone into my pocket.
'Good. I know something that’ll cheer you up..’ He said with a cheeky grin.
'Oh god what is it Clifford.’ I said matching his smile with my own.
'Par-tay.’ He said raising his eyebrows and doing a little dance.
'I’m not in the mood Mikey.’ I groaned.
'Come on its perfect. You’ll have fun and forget about all this drama.’ I rolled me eyes. 'You do know that I’m not taking no for an answer right.’ He said seriously.
'Urgh fine I’ll go, but you owe me a drink.’
'Deal.’ He said with a big grin spread across his face.

Part 2

This is what happens when swifties declare every little thing taylor does as ‘sassy’ or ‘smart’ or ‘shady’ and she keeps liking all those posts feeding her ego. Well it ain’t gonna happen this time. Why are you so adamant on bringing 2013 back tay? Be smart, make you words count. Don’t preach about feminism only to log on to tumblr to like 100 posts about how awesome your fans think you are. They are the ‘yes’ people you said you didn’t want in your life. They don’t tell you when you mess up. And when they do, you go all passive aggressive on them.

Seriously, take a break from social media. Clearly you need it. I love you so much and don’t wanna see you get dragged so please fix this before it becomes a headline story. Fix it and stay off social media. Take some time out.

Taylor Swift can absolutely not win when it comes to music videos. She’s trying to make something beautiful and entertaining hell she’s even donating all the proceeds to charity and people still aren’t happy and call her out for shit? There are way bigger issues going on in the world and you people are picking through ‘Wildest Dreams’ like she’s made some kind of Political Documentary or some shit! What are you gonna do the next time someone makes a blockbuster period piece movie? Call them out too? This is beyond ridiculous now seriously Tay could do a tour video and people would be like 'why aren’t there female dancers I thought she was a feminist? ’ or 'why isn’t her band more culturally diverse?’ Or 'she’s promoting violence swinging a golf club and pretending to shoot a dancer’
Go rage at the fact the Donald Trump is the lead candidate for the Republicans and could become President. Taylor Swift’s music video content is the least of your worries.

Taylor Caniff Smut

“I don’t like the way he was looking at you.” Taylor said, following me down the hall into the apartment that we shared.

“Tay! It’s your best mate. You know Dillon wouldn’t do that, he has Maddox.” I reason with him. He’s been going on about how Dillon keeps ‘looking’ at me or ‘flirting with me.’

“I just don’t like him flirting with you.” flirting.

“Tayylloorr, are you jealous?” I asked him, with a little smirk on my face. This’ll be a lot of fun.

By now, the groceries are put away, and we’re meeting the boys at an Italian restaurant in downtown London. I took a shower, shaving my legs and armpits. I walked back into our bedroom, just in my short silk robe. Taylor was laying on the bed, just in his tight black Calvin Klein’s. His arms folded up behind his head. As soon as I walked in, he sat up, legs sprawled out and ankles crossed. I looked him straight in the eye as I took my robe off. Completely naked, I winked at him, the went over to our closet. I could feel his stare on my shoulder blades as I slipped my navy blue lace bra on, with the matching panties. I walked deeper into the closet grabbing my tight red strapless mini cocktail dress with some nude, red-bottomed heels. My blonde hair is now dry and completely pin straight. I applied some mascara, and some light pink lipstick. I spritzed some of ‘Juicy Couture’ on before putting on some highlighter to my cheekbones. I turned around to see him wanking, cheeks flushed, looking straight at me.

“Babe! Put it away, and get dressed!” I scolded him, laughing silently. He let out a hearty chuckle and stopped his actions. He walked into the bathroom and washed his hands, then got dressed in tight black skinny jeans and a red button up.

“I will have the Caesar salad, please.” I ordered. Taylor is seated next to me, Dillon to my right, Aaron across from him, Carter next to him, and Isabel, Aaron’s Girlfriend next to Carter. Maddox unfortunately couldn’t make it.

After eating, Dillon got up before Taylor and grabbed my jacket from the back of my chair, pulling my chair out for me, then slipping my jacket on for me.

“That dress is stunning, Y/n.” Dillon said, looking me up and down, with his bottom lip tucked under is top row of teeth.

“Where’s Maddox?” I asked him.

“I-I u-um, I uh, I dumped her.” He said stuttering occasionally. Taylor looked at me as if to say, ‘I told you so.’ I bit down on my lip, my eyes focused on Taylor. He winked at me and stood up, scooting his chair in on the way.

“Y/n and I have somewhere we need to be.” Taylor said, taking two crisp 100$ and slapping it on the tables. He grabbed my hand and shot a death glare at Dillon, then leaned in to kiss me. I dodged his kiss, and his plump lips planted on my cheek. Don’t get me wrong I really love kissing him, but not when it’s spite of jealousy.

“Seriously, what the fuck was that?!” I shouted at him.

“What do you mean what was that? He fucking hit on you right in front of me.” Tay retorted. He usually isn’t one to be too jealous, but this was one of his best mates. I walked over to him and tried to give him a kiss, but he dodged it, just as did I just 20 minutes earlier.

“Why don’t you go kiss Dillon?” He spat, disgust clearly evident is his eyes.

“I only want you, baby.” I said walking over to him unbuttoning the first few buttons. He grabbed my hands, stopping my actions, in his large palms.

“Listen here, Y/n and listen well. I’m going to fuck you so hard; you will forget who Dillon is. Do you hear me?” Taylor whispered into my right ear.

“Yes. I’m going to get changed.” I said, seductively moving my hips and ass up the stairs. I walked into our room, lighting scented candles and started to undress. I walked over to the bed nakedly and laid on the soft plush of the winter sheets. The uncovered windows displayed 

the snow covered buildings from our 23rd floor view. I had a plan to make him fuck me senseless.

I could hear him coming up the stairs so I started to rub my clit with my right middle finger. I closed my eyes letting a breathy moan out, and I could hear Taylors’s breathing hitch at the sight. I started to rub faster, my eyes clenching shut.

“Shitttt, Dillon, keep going.” I moaned. Suddenly I felt my hand being removed and a rough calloused one in its place rubbing side to side extremely fast on my wet folds.

“Could he do this to you?” He asked as he started to lick my folds with his skillful tongue. He flicked his tongue over and over again, his tongue suddenly filling my entrance, his button nose brushing my clit as he moves his head side to side. He can’t know I’ve given in; I want it fast and hard.

“Fuck, Dillon you’re so much better than I thought. Awe that’s the spot.” I moaned slipping my fingers into Taylors’s baby quaff, tugging, causing him to moan into my… you know.

Tay slipped out of my entrance, my arousal present on his lips and chin. He stuck his index and middle finger into me, I yelped out in surprise. His raspy chuckle echoed out in the room. He pumped them vigorously fast, curling his knuckles once his fingers are deep in me.

“Dillon couldn’t do this to you, Y/n. Yell to me who’s causing you all of the pleasure.” He moaned into my ear. Slowing his movements as I dragged out the answer. Suddenly, he pulled out his fingers, looking at me.

“You, Taylor! Fuck, you’re giving me all of this pleasure.” I moaned, sitting up. He stood up on his knees on the bed, finished unbuttoning his half-unbuttoned shirt, once he was done unbuttoning it he threw it behind him, not caring where it landed. He slid his jeans off of his long slim legs, those following his shirt on the floor. His tight black Calvin Klein’s straining against his protruding bulge. He slipped his right hand into his briefs and rubbed himself, throwing his head back, and letting out a soft moan, followed by a huskier, louder moan. I shot up onto my knees, same position as him. I pushed him onto his back, legs straightening out in front of him.

I rubbed his bulge, from the outside of his briefs. I slipped his underwear down his stubbly thighs, him lifting his bum so I can pull them down better. They join the other clothes on the floor.

I grasped his large length in my left hand, slowly jerking him.

“I bet Dillom is bigger than you,” I provoked him. I started to jerk him faster, rubbing my thumb over his swollen head.

“I am way bigger than him.” He spat curtly. I boldly put his pink tip into my mouth, his eyes shooting open in surprise. I flicked my tongue around his tip, his pre-cum making my dry tongue wet with his salty/sweet liquid. I grasped his length with my right hand, pumping the lower 4 inches, while the other 4 inches in my wet mouth. He grabs my hair pushing me farther onto his length; I have cheated myself into learning how to relax my gag reflex, so Taylor takes advantage of that. His hips thrust upward, basically fucking my mouth. My left grabs his ball-sack, squeezing every two seconds, basically luring his orgasm.

Abruptly, he lifts my head up to the tip, and then slams my head back down. Not violently; but very sexily. He repeats the bobbing action a few times, while I hollow my cheeks, and flatten out my tongue. I feel his penis twitch, so I take him out of my mouth.

“What the hell, Y/n?” He said sitting up. I pushed him back down; his penis past is belly-button, all red and sexually frustrated. I straddled him, humping his erection in-between my wet folds. We moan simultaneously,

“Taylor, I’m going to ride you. I don’t want Dillon babe, I only want you. Let me prove it to you.” I said kneeling up a bit. I grasped his length in my sweaty palm, his tip resting in my entrance.

Suddenly, He thrust upwards, filling me deeply, as I slid down. I started to roll my hips while bouncing at a medium pace. His rough hands grab my boobs, basically massaging them, his thumbs rubbing my erect nipples. His hands roaming my sides, landing on my hips, he stopped my actions abruptly; holding my half-way off his cock. He started thrusting quickly into me, muttering some profane language.

“Fuck, Y/n, do you think he could ever fuck you as good as I do?” He asked.

“Tell me!” He shouted, thrusting faster.

“No, Baby! Only you can fuck me like this.” I moaned, reaching down to rub my clitoris.

I started to meet his thrusts, making both of us grunt loudly. My insides started to clench, his large cock twitching inside of me.

“Baby, I’m going to cum.” Taylor whimpered. He pulled me into his chest, and started to kiss and bite my neck. Sucking harshly on the flesh, and then soothing it with his tongue. Surely, there will be a hickey there tomorrow. He slowly moved up my neck, to under my chin, then to my lips. A passionate kiss was shared between us, as he finished inside me. He started rubbing lazy circles into my clit, driving me over the edge. He pulled out of me and I sat next to him on the bed.

“I love you so much, Y/n. I hope you know that. I’m just scared I’ll lose you to someone better than me, like Dillon or Carter.” Taylor said, looking down shamefully. Awe, he thinks I’d leave him.

“I love you so much too. I would never ever leave you, baby. I am not interested in Dill; And Carter loves Madison.” I told Taylor.

“Can I ask you something, Y/n?” He asked looking hopeful.

“Of course, baby.” I smiled reassuring him. He got up off of the bed and walked over to the dresser. He opened his underwear/sock drawer and grabbed two pair of white Calvin Klein underwear and two of his old band tee shirts. He tossed me the underwear and a shirt. We both got dressed in the clothing, almost matching. I sat on the edge of the side of the bed. He got down on one knee in front of me grabbing something from under the California king bed. It was a teal and white box, with the TIFFANY&CO. logo on it. He opened the box and did something very unexpected,

“Will you marry me, Y/n?”