one of my favourite bits in this movie

Favourite “pages” of Doukyuusei

I decided to share with you one of my most memorable pages from the doukyuusei series manga :) I absolutely love the whole manga nonetheless I consider some of pages my favourite because of that memorable situation happening there…

This post will be long I believe…


I love this page the most in first Doukyuusei manga…and I love situation here a little bit more than in a movie (I just didn’t say that righ now xD –> favourite scene in movie also) …I particularly like this one because of the Kusakabe reaction on drunk Sajou :) The whole situation is SO SERIOUS but drunk sajou made it THE CUTEST :D <3

I don’t know but this page is that one that I remebered the most. Maybe because Kusakabe mentioned dumb xD Here we see the different side of Kusakabe when he’s not with Sajou…like he’s thinking of that kind of stuff too..and asking sensei for advice..and mentionig the yaoi books that his sister reads,,all that in one page :P


The whole page is filled with Sajou’s LOVE YOU…To see Sajou so in love is so precious. He never openly show it..but his is mind is exploding…

Just that situation…lying on bed…kusakabe just took shower…relaxed…kusakabe telling sajou the sweetest things :D <3

Don’t ask me..that scene is in my mind everytime when I think about Sajou being home alone xD I liked the smooth development situation…lying..making eye contact…slowly progressing to the kiss…KISS :*

I was Kusakabe here…I wanted to hug Sajou so badly… so glad Kusakabe did :) feeling glad…soo glad

Sajou my precious baby :’(

I had heart attack at this one…Sajou being so sexy and seductive :P <3 

My feeling are set on this one!!! This is the one when I get butterflies everytime I read it …IT’S SO BEAUTIFUL…sajou justt ahhh…and kusakabe tearing up :’( <3 <3

Occupation to Beloved

yes yes i know…the very first page of the manga…BUT C’MON…THE SAJOU’S FACE…MADE MY DAY AND NIGHT XD and sweetest Kusakabe surprising sajou :) 

Are there needed any words? Just cute Sajou sneaking in bed to Kusakabe and making my heart ache..:) <3

This page is just so precious to me…HUGGING each other…kusakabe caressing sajou’s cheak…making eye contact…kiss on eyelid..blushing faces :) <3 making love …I’m melting….

Sexy Sajou…..

I love the playful Kusakabe haha…this always make me laugh :D one of the cutest scenes :D 

This my kind of enjoying life…coffee time..My ideal relationship would be drinking coffee like that :D <3 after taking bath :) 

Kusakabe comforting Sajou…saying he loves him..holding him in his arms…kissing him on the check…:’( :’( <3 <3 where is my kusakabe? xD 

YES KUSAKABE…YOU CAN MAKE HIM HAPPY…AND EVERYONE ELSE..omg..<3 <3  :’( :’( don’t mind me..just crying in the corner…where is my kusakabe? i know i said that already but….


We know that if one of our siblings found our yaoi books…IT WOULDN’T END WELL FOR THEM !!!!! XD :) thanks for reading…sooo longgg post omg 

A Fathers Purpose.

Anon requested- Hi, I was wondering if you could do a story about Sam and his daughter like fluffy moments that have had from him holding her as a baby for the first time to her coming out to him as bisexual like I said fluffy moments. Thank you so much for listening to this and I LOVE your blog soooo much.

characters- sam x daughter!reader, dean x niece!reader, cas x niece!reader


a/n- yes, I did steal a bit from an episode of Full House, don’t judge me! 

When your mother called him three weeks after they hooked up nothing could prepare him for what she had told him, as soon as those two words “I’m pregnant” flew from her mouth he froze. He was going to be a father, for a moment he was ecstatic but unfortunately that ecstatic feeling was short lived when he remembered the type of life he had, after agreeing to meet up with your mum, he hung up the phone and held his head in his hands… what was he going to to? 

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Feysand Week - Movie Night

This is my first fic for Feysand Week, and the prompt is ‘Movie Night.“


I tried not to be nervous.

But, really, I had a reason to be. What if this man was a weirdo, or an axe murderer or a –

Okay, I was definitely reading too much into this. And I was sure Mor wouldn’t set me up with a weirdo or an axe murderer, and he was Mor’s cousin, and I had full trust in my friend to find someone for me.

But still.

And I felt a little desperate. I mean, who had to rely on their best friend to find someone for them? But at least I hadn’t outright asked. But I hadn’t said no when Mor had told me about… what was his name again? Rhys. That was it. He was apparently single, and I was single, and Mor was ridiculously in love with her new girlfriend and ‘didn’t want me to be left out.’

So that had left me here, waiting outside the movie theatre for a man I didn’t even know. And considering all I had been told about never going to meet a stranger, I was still here, doing just that.

I really hoped he wasn’t a murderer, because that would almost certainly make this the worst date ever. And I had had my fair share of bad dates.

I huddled into my jacket a little more, the night air chilly even though it was supposed to be summer. Rhys wasn’t late, I had just been early, as I knew I would talk myself out of it. I had been instructed by Mor to text her when Rhys arrived, so she could send me a picture of him so I knew it was actually her cousin instead of a creepy loner dude.

I had asked Mor why she didn’t just show me what he looked like before the actual date, but she had said she didn’t want to ‘ruin the surprise.’

“Feyre?” I heard a deep, male voice ask. I looked up -a little too quickly, and I was sure I must look like a deer in the headlights- to see the most beautiful man I was sure I had ever seen.

He was tall – well over 6 foot- and even in the darkness I could see that his eyes were so dark they almost looked… purple? I realised I was staring, and quickly looked at nose, which seemed a much better place – and a far less distracting one- than his eyes or mouth.

Well, I was certainly making a great first impression.

“What? Oh, uh, yeah. That’s me!” God, I was embarrassing. “Are you Rhys?”

“Yeah. Mor’s cousin.”

“Right. Just give me a sec.” I pulled my phone out of my bag and quickly sent a text to Mor. She replied straight away with a picture of her and the man in front of me, confirming that he was in fact Rhys. My date for the evening.

“You ready?” I asked, stupidly grateful that it was night time, and he couldn’t see me blush slightly. This was going to be a disaster.

“Oh, uh, yeah. What movie is it again?”

“I don’t know actually. I forgot to check what’s showing. Any preferences?”

“Anything that’s not horror.”

“What? You’re scared of horror films?” I couldn’t help but tease him a little. Horror films these days were most definitely not scary.

“I didn’t realise it was weird to be scared of movies with the word horror in it.”

“Look, I’m not saying it’s weird…” I told him as we made our way inside the movie theatre. I was absurdly grateful for the heat that hit me as we stepped through the doors. I had always loved this place, had always loved movies in general. There was something comforting in watching other people’s lives, other people’s stories. It was like I could leave myself for two hours, and become someone else, have a break from the real world.

“Yeah, sure. Whatever, Feyre darling.” Rhys said, though he was smiling. My heart unexpectedly fluttered at his use of darling.

Maybe I hadn’t made such a bad first impression after all.


“Holy shit.”


“They’re showing Roman Holiday!” I couldn’t help the slight squeal. But they were showing it. Here!

“Going to need a little more than that.”

I turned to face him. “Don’t tell me you’ve never seen it.”

Rhys just shrugged. “I’ve heard of it, I think… Is it about that woman who lives in New York?”

“You’re thinking of Breakfast at Tiffany’s. Right actress though.” Okay, so maybe he wasn’t a complete lost cause. “They must be showing old movies here today or something.”

Rhys looked at me for a moment, something unreadable in his eyes, something I couldn’t work out. But then he looked away, and the moment was over. If you could even call it a moment.

Rhys was at the ticket booth now, his long legs making the walk faster. I quickly followed, though my legs were considerably shorter than his.

“Two tickets for ‘Roman Holiday’ please.” Rhys asked the employee.

“You don’t have to…” I said to him, even though I was getting more and more excited.

“Feyre. Is there any horror in this movie?”

I shook my head. “Still…”

“Then I will watch it. Besides, maybe I’ll love it.”

 “I guarantee you will.” I said solemnly.

A smile tugged at his lips. “Then let’s watch Roman Holiday, Feyre darling.”

I smiled back. “Let’s.”


“I take it you enjoyed the movie then?”

Rhys hadn’t stopped talking about it since we had left the movie theatre.

The date had been… Well, it had been amazing.

We were one of the only few people who were watching it, and even though the lack of people probably should have made me shyer around Rhys, it hadn’t. Instead it had been comfortable, something I really wasn’t used to. We hadn’t talked when the lights turned off, and even though one of my favourite movies were on, I couldn’t seem to remember one bit of the plot.

I had been distracted by Rhys, who had been seemingly absorbed by the film. I could feel the heat radiating off him, and the fact that his arm was on the armrest so close to mine. I hoped that he hadn’t noticed, but about halfway through I had sneaked another glance at him.

To find him looking right back at me.

We had quickly looked away, but I couldn’t help but feel that there had been… a moment between us. And I didn’t know whether that was a good thing or not.

Rhys’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. “I’ve gotta say, it was better than expected.”

I laughed. “So are you an Audrey Hepburn fan now?”

“I do believe I am.”

“I’ve got a box set of her movies at home. You could borrow them, if you want.” There was a hidden question in what I said. Will we be seeing each other again? Did I want to see Rhys again?

But I did know the answer to that.

Rhys nodded, and I didn’t know whether he saw what I really meant. “I would love that. Thank you.”

“Anytime.” We had stepped outside again, and I could already feel the bitter cold again. We walked in silence for a moment, though it wasn’t an awkward one.

And then Rhys said, “I was wondering… Do you want to do this again sometime?” He seemed nervous, and that just made me like him more.

“I would love to.”

And at the smile on Rhys’s face that followed, I knew for sure that this wasn’t a bad thing.

It wasn’t a bad thing at all.

An unnecessarily deep analysis of the string motif in Kimi no Na wa

I really need to write about this.

Written on the spot. Some research might be nice but aint nobody got time for that. Also I’ve only watched it once so my memory might be dodgy.

Please note this is primarily an analysis for my own personal enjoyment, not a review. Also the views in it are purely my thoughts and opinions


Kimi no na wa is a friggin amazing movie. Beautiful artwork and solid characters aside my favourite thing about the movie is its brilliant storytelling. And I am going to deconstruct it through the string motif rn because I feel like it.

The plot for Kimi no Na wa is basically the red string of fate, but reimagined and extrapolated in a very creative way. The red string of fate connects two individuals and brings them together romantically but here it is not only geographical boundaries that are transcended, but time itself. String itself takes on multiple meanings within the context of the film. This is summed up best by Mitsuha’s grandmother’s quote, which I cbf looking for rn. Rather than string, though, the emphasis is on the term “musubi"結び. The term we use for knotting thread also means connecting/linking/binding. You can also use it to refer to tying up your hair or fastening something. It also means the end. This (conveniently) flexible term is the basis for the whole story and you see this in almost every aspect of the movie.

The start of the movie is a bunch of events told in a pretty confusing layout. In addition to the main characters swapping bodies, some of the events aren’t even in chronological order. This was evidently intentional, not only for dramatic purposes but I believe also for structural reasons.

The film is set out like a bunch of loose threads starting with seemingly unrelated events: There’s a rare comet appearing in the sky; Mitsuha and Yotsuha make kuchikamizake; Mitsuha and Taki swap bodies…But as the film progresses, just like the weaving of individual strands to make a cord, the pieces start to come together. I think the moment this truly becomes evident is right after Taki drinks the kuchikamizake. This is also the moment Taki and Mitsuha’s worlds truly intertwine.

Mitsuha making kuchikamizake binds a part of her soul to the sake. Mitsuha and Taki swapping bodies are a spiritual connection. This act binds their timelines together. The foundations of human relations, most notably love, is also based on the same concept. The film takes the motif of string and layers it through the connections of multiple events through musubi.

But what I feel truly makes this film brilliant from a storytelling perspective is the creativity employed in extrapolating this motif, especially in regards to the comet and the hairstyles. 

The way I see it there are actually only two things that connected Mitsuha and Taki before the body swap. One is the comet. Three years ago Taki witnessed the comet that killed Mitsuha with his own eyes. The other is Mitsuha’s hair cord which is something like a time paradox. Mitsuha went to Tokyo to meet with Taki three years before he knew her. She hands him the cord in her hair and dies the next day but Taki kept her cord wrapped around his wrist for three years.

I’m going to start with the comet which is actually quite a complex symbol. I think everyone will interpret it differently so here’s my personal take.

My initial impression of the comet was something like a shooting star, because it granted Mitsuha’s wish to be reborn as a "handsome Tokyo boy”. Before watching the movie I thought the body swapping would be a miracle only possible while the comet was visible. When Taki and his senpai went to the Nostalgia exhibition at the museum on their date, they saw an aged photo of Itomori. That was my hint that Mitsuha was from the past. I didn’t expect them to be only three years apart though. I thought they would be a literal lifetime apart but then romance would have been near impossible without some bs miracle. Suffice to say, there was no miracle. Instead there was a goddamn tragedy.

The film’s explanation for the body swapping was that it was all to prevent this one disaster. Tbh that sounds a bit too far fetched for me. Instead I like the interpretation of the comet as an extension of the string motif.

When Taki learns the truth he attempts to turn back time by drinking the kuchikamizake. What follows is my favourite scene in the whole movie and it starts with a wall painting of the comet turning into a piece of string. With the visual connection I could then see the metaphorical connection. The comet is another form of binding the two main characters. The comet is closely tied to Mitsuha’s ‘world’ but Taki also witnessed the comet the day she died. Thus their worlds were connected. From a romantic standpoint the comet allowed two individuals to transcend time to be together (red string of fate parallel). But by killing Mitsuha the comet also destroyed the relationship it brought about. I think we can connect this to how the town of Itomori was made from a comet a thousand years ago but another comet ends up destroying the town and killing Mitsuha. Because of this I personally also think the comet represents time. Destroying what is created is basically time itself. Time is musubi. (Additionally, by overcoming the comet i.e. saving the town, the main characters overcome time and can finally be together, because Mitsuha’s lifespan is extended. You can see this as another take on the red string of fate.)

Mitsuha is metaphorically and spiritually saved by a string. I think it is important that in the timeline where she dies she is not wearing the cord in her hair, because she gave it away to Taki who she met in Tokyo the day before and who does not remember her. Her cut hair has multiple meanings. Originally I thought it was a sign of her giving up on Taki because he went on the date with his senpai (Tessie associates haircuts to breakups and I do too, at least in anime). Then I realised she cut it after she went to meet Taki and found out he didnt recognise her. While the “breakup” haircut interpretation still stands, ultimately I think she feels betrayed which is why she gives up the one thing she believes in, her connection to him, represented by the cord. This also becomes linked to her name, which she shouts at him as she leaves the train after throwing him the cord. If I were to continue with the red string anecdote, this is where the string is cut, fate abandons the couple and Mitsuha dies.

But it is the same string that saves her. Because Taki kept it for three years and it is how he remembers her even if he doesnt know her name. Once he learns she dies everything from her diary entries on his phone to her name in his memories disappears. But the cord doesn’t. And he passes this cord to short hair Mitsuha when they finally meet at twilight.

I’m going to digress for a bit to explain why I find this scene so important. The only time Mitsuha does not have the cord in her hair is when she is sleeping, performing the ceremony, the first time she swaps bodies with Taki, and of course right before she dies. The cord is a very obvious symbol of musubi. I also think the fact it changes form throughout the film is important. At the start when Mitsuha wears it she always puts her hair in a complicated bun with the cord in it. When she swaps bodies with Taki who cant make complicated hairstyles he changes the form of the cord by wearing it in a ponytail (though initially he did not wear it at all and made Mitsuha looked “possessed”). The hairstyle was an instant way to tell who was in Mitsuha’s body, and also became a representation of their relationship.

The cord starts to change forms drastically when the pair’s relationship takes a nosedive the day before Mitsuha dies. She takes it out of her hair and the cord changes from a hairtie to a wristband/bracelet. The form of “musubi” changes, from “doing up one’s hair” to a spiritual connection between the two. This is one way Mitsuha manages to live on, because just like the kuchikamizake, the cord is a part of her soul now.

Taki returns Mizuha’s cord when they finally meet. She has cut her hair but wears the cord as a hair decoration anyway. The red string is restored and its changed form represents a new step in their relationship. Throughout the film Taki and Mitsuha have had to compromise on each others’ lifestyles. Mitsuha’s new appearance seems to be a culmination of this: the boyish haircut coupled with the hair cord. She also gains Taki’s courage, seen when she confronts her father in a very similar way Taki did in her body previously. (Taki also experiences a similar change but it is not as pronounced. As far as I know he just got “kinder”.) This is musubi because their two souls have actually intertwined. From a romance perspective, I guess this is how couples change each other for the better.

And what happens after is classic red string of fate. Interestingly Mitsuha’s final hairstyle is a half ponytail. Analysing any farther would actually be overkill though so I’m just going to leave it as a design choice.

I don’t think I’ve conveyed even one tenth of what I actually wanted to say about the film. It’s so rich in symbolism just analysing it in my head was a ton of fun. Best film I’ve ever watched in my life. Definitely want to watch it again.

englishknightsky  asked:

I'm so glad you're doing Cyber Chase, it's my all time favourite Scooby Doo movie!

Glad to hear it! I’ve been planning this one for a looooong time.

I specifically chose it for the 50k celebration ‘cause so many people have fond memories of it… it’s been a blast to lovingly pick on it so far.

Never watched it as a kid, but I almost think I saw a bit of it a TV somewhere when I was maybe 7? I have *some* memory involving its existence… mysterious!


anonymous asked:

Anea! This is the same anon who asked about Ciaran Sheehan's mask. Thanks for answering my question. I was wondering how are you opinions of the phantom's mask in the current productions across the globe (non-replica included)? Which designs are your favorites? Personally I was disappointed that they rehashed the World Tour masks for Moscow and US masks for Stockholm (Jöback and Bengtsson looked great in them though). Do you think the recent masks are getting less diverse in designs? Thank you!

I’m I can be brutally honest, there’s no recent/current masks I’ve absolutely loved. The original and early masks followed the hairline so perfectly, and split the face in half in a defined vertical line. This is absolutely perfection:

The current US masks has some of the same, but with a much bigger forehead that doesn’t follow the hairline anymore. And it makes them look less fitted. I’m also not a huge fan of the “angry eyebrow”, but it works well enough on stage.

The Stockholm revival masks were in large sculptured as the US ones, to the point where I can’t tell the difference between them and the Broadway ones. So same applies there, really?

The World Tour ones had a nice forehead curve, but sometimes it looked too low? Not always though. But the masks felt a bit white and clunky, with an all-round eye opening and not very defined chin. Kinda lacks details?

The Russian masks, being sculpted in the same manner, seems to have agreed on the lack of details being a problem. so they added quite a bit of greyish blue and pink shading. It made the mask look more sculpted on stage, though sometimes they also looked awfully blue. But overall a nice improvement.

The Japanese masks have a similar blue/grey shading as the Russian ones. But I’m not super fond of the sculpting. I miss the curve over the forehead/hairline, and they are a bit short. Reminds me more of the 2004 movie masks.

The Restaged Tour masks… I said the World Tour masks lacked sculpting. But the Restaged Tour masks have the opposite problem. They look bulky, like the Phantom has a six-pack on his forehead. And with an eye cut out by a child. And again, the forehead curve is more or less non-existant. My least favourite of the recent and current masks around the world.

The recent German masks… I’m awfully neutral to them. The upper half id very good, with the forehead/hairline curve and the split down to the nose. But the curve around the mouth ruins everything. Too curved. So almost, but not.

The current West End masks are back on track, after having looked too clunky and big for some years. Ben Forster’s mask is very well fitted, with a beautiful forehead sculpting and a very detailed nose and eye area. The eyelids are extremely detailed and impressive. Also nice pink highlights. A bit too curved around the mouth, maybe. But overall it’s definitely my favourite of the recent/current masks around the world. :)

(sorry for not including other non-replica masks than the Restaged Tour)

FLUTTERS:  A Mature Ed Sheeran Fanfic Request *REPOST*

Authors Note: I’ve been debating whether or not to repost my Ed Fics for all the new followers I’ve/we’ve been lucky enough to accumulate, so, HERE WE GO!  I’ve been in a bit of a writing funk, so hopefully getting my stories back out there will help jumpstart the creative juices!  I’ll post over the next few nights, so as not to inundate anyone’s timeline!  This one is probably the one I love the most! <3  Any and all feedback/reblogs/etc would be amazing!  Love you guys! 

FLUTTERS:  NC-17 for SexyTimes 

“Feel the rhythm! Feel the rhyme! Get on up, it’s bobsled time!  COOL RUNNINGS!”

You cannot help but crack up at the childish enthusiasm that just spills out of your boyfriend every time his favourite movie comes on.  The way his clear blue eyes crinkle when he smiles and laughs, and the way that he knows EVERY word of this movie and quotes it verbatim, it’s endearing, really, never mind completely adorable.   He takes such pleasure in the simple things.  

It’s a dreary, cloudy day, pissing down freezing rain, and the two of you have decided that PJ’s, blankets, movies and your comfy overstuffed couch are your only goals for the day.  He’s sprawled back, laying kind of sideways against the cushions at one end of the couch, while you’re sprawled against a pillow at the other end, semi facing him, your legs battling for dominancy of the couch.  

You feel a toe poke you in the calf, and you look over to see one invisible eyebrow raised, staring at you with mock indignation. “You laughing at me, woman??” he says with a grin.  “A classic film such as this deserves reverence! Respect!”  

“The movie? Maybe. Your Jamaican accent?” You poke him back with determination.  “Not even!”

His mouth drops and he grabs his chest, feigning betray and horror.  “You cut DEEP, love! My accents are renowned, I’ll have you know!”  He moves suddenly, swooping over you and pinning you to the cushions with his body, and mercilessly digging his fingers into your ribs, tickling you until you beg for mercy. “EDWARD.  I swear to GOD, ED STOPPP!!”

You’ve got tears streaming down your cheeks as you shriek with laughter, and finally he lets up, pure satisfaction on his face as he lifts his hands in victory.  You take this handy opportunity to spring up and knock him backwards, straddling his hips and finding his sweet, soft belly in order to launch your own counterattack.  His eyes widen as he realizes your intent and his body twists sideways in order to evade your fingertips.  His unbridled, joyful giggles may be the best thing ever in all of life, as far as you’re concerned, you cannot get enough of them, and they are completely uncontrolled right now.  Your fingers find their target and he’s yelping, offering full surrender as your fingers find their target.  

By the end the both of you are gasping for breath, tears in your eyes from laughing.  He’s looking at you, that look that is so tender and so special, the one that’s reserved only for you.  You smile, almost shyly, and bite your lip.  His hand reaches for your face, cupping your chin, and as he pulls himself up to a semi-sitting position, he so softly brushes your lips with his. That familiar butterfly flutters in your belly, and your hands find his beard, fingers running through the soft copper scruff, pulling his face to yours, deepening the kiss. His tongue gently parts your lips, seeking to taste you, and his hand is gently running through your hair.  The pads of his thumb skates along the contour of your cheekbone, your jawline, your neck, tracing every inch of your face. Your hands find their way to his silky fiery-red hair, copper locks always in a disarray, and your fingers wind your way into it, loving the way he hums with contentment as your hands work their magic on his scalp.  

He moans as his mouth covers yours, deepening the kiss again, and suddenly, you can feel HIM, pressing against your thigh, as he holds you close.  You blush as he shifts, feeling it against you, and feeling you stutter, he pulls back just a bit.

You love Ed.  Intensely, deeply, and with no hesitation.  There were some things though that you hadn’t yet shared.  20 years old, you had grown up in loving, supportive household, but also a traditional one.  You had grown up with plenty of love and affection, in a very hands-on household, with very traditional values.  Sex was not something you had ever taken lightly. Growing up, you were taught that sex was something to be valued and cherished, a gift to be given to the right man, in love and trust.  Not some token to be spent whenever with whoever.  You had always taken that to heart, wanting to save such a special experience for the right person.  Up until your relationship with Ed, your love life had consisted of a string of cheaters and fuck boys, so there had never really been any temptation. Marriage-Only wasn’t necessarily something you were committed to, but being sure of the right person was.  

You and Ed had been together for just under a year, meeting at an industry event.  You worked as an event co-ordinator for a major company in your city, and your boss had introduced you that night.  You had been so charmed right off the bat, he was just as sweet, humble, kind and funny behind the scenes as his he was in front of the camera and on stage.  You’d talked for several hours that first weekend, and nothing had shocked you more when he continued to text you, and your relationship had bloomed.  The distance thing wasn’t always easy, but he made every second spent apart completely worth it.  Ed wasn’t one for grand, extravagant gestures, he tended to keep it simple, but so pure. So thoughtful.  Little things.  He knew exactly how you liked your coffee, and when you needed that pick-me-up the most, and would have it waiting for you without a word.  After a shit day, he knew your sweet tooth would make chocolate a MUST, and your favourite candy bar would be waiting for you in the fridge (Because Reese Peanut Butter Cups MUST be eaten cold) when you got home.  You were weirdly OCD about waking up to a clean kitchen, and he would, without a word, do the dishes and wipe the countertops after dinner while you dozed on the couch.  He knew the correct laundry detergent and which pants not to throw in the dryer, how to brush you hair after a shower, and that Jimmy Fallon or Ricky Gervais were the best way to make you laugh.   He knew which toilet paper to buy, the exact red wine that capped off your Friday evenings, and not to EVER play Justin Beiber in your house. He even put the seat down from DAY ONE. Until him you had no idea this kind of man even actually existed.    

He was kind and thoughtful and cuddly and sweet and funny and gentle and sexy…really you could go on and on.  He was a touch-feely kinda dude, loved to wrap himself around you from behind, play with your hair, and cuddle up for days.  You LOVED that, he had a way of making you feel so loved and important and valued. It wasn’t something you were really used to.  And making out with Ed?  It was delicious…his lips, they were so soft, so full, and the way they felt on your skin…The way he’d cup your face, the way his hands would leave trails of lightning over every bit of skin they touched.  It wasn’t as though he’d never touched you, his permanently calloused fingertips had the ability to light fires under your skin, and those moments when his hands were cupping and kneading your breasts, flicking your nipples, gently stroking your thighs or squeezing your ass cheeks…they’d almost swayed you a few times.  He knew your feelings concerning sex, and never once, in the entire time you two had known each other, had he EVER pushed you or your boundaries.  He knew without question that it was your decision, and that when the time was right, well…it’d be right.  You hadn’t gone far beyond making out, mainly because in your mind, it felt as though it wasn’t fair to Ed, and you knew it would likely sway you to other things.  You wanted to be sure before travelling down that path, and torturing the poor boy didn’t much seem very nice either.  It was pretty obvious a few times that he was decidedly less than comfortable when you’d pulled back before things went too far, but his only reaction ever was to breathe deep, adjust himself and pull you close for a cuddle.  Never once had he made you feel guilty about your choices, and to you, it made him perfect.

Pulling yourself out of your thoughts, you see his cheeks dimple as he pulls back, noticing your blush.  “I love that color in your cheeks, love…” he says with a grin. “Soz if he made you uncomfortable…I keep telling him to behave, doesn’t always work though.”  He sits you both up, tucks your hair behind your ear and kisses you gently, while attempting to rearrange himself into a less…confining…position.  

“Not trying to make “him” uncomfortable…” you laugh, still blushing. “It’s not like you don’t illicit the same reaction, sir.”

“You’re so beautiful”, he says softly, gazing at you with an intensity that takes your breath away. “And sexy. And you can cook. And you’re funny. And smart as shit. And you always SMELL amazing.” He pauses and scrunches his face up in that way that is so freaking adorable.  “How do women do that??”

Inwardly your insides are a melted, messy pool of feels, but you’ve never been one to gush or wear your heart on your sleeve.  “Multitasking is our “thing…” you drawl with a straight face. “Being that men can’t even pee and aim at the same time, we’ve got that particular area sewn up, I think.” You crack a grin and giggle at the truly affronted look on his face at the pee-and-aim statement and you drop a quick kiss on his nose before you scramble off him, knowing you might be in trouble for that one.

“I always put the seat down!” he says quite indignantly, chasing after you into the kitchen. “I’ve been trained well! It’s not our fault that the male anatomy acts like a fire hose sometimes…”

“EW.  That’s a lovely image, Teddy, thanks for that.” You’re cracking up at the imagery that description has put in your head, but you’re beginning to think he needs to NOT be using your bathroom any longer, if that’s what’s happening. Jeez.

He catches up to you and lifts you up on the counter, hands flat against the underside of your bum, and softly places butterfly kisses all the way up your jawline to your ear, where he stops and nibbles just for a moment.  Oh my…the tingles and flutters and lightning strikes taking over your body….it’s amazing what he makes you feel with the slightest touch.

He leaves a soft, slow, lingering kiss on your lips, and then pulls back, a content expression on his face, as takes a deep breath.  “The things you do to me, woman” he chuckles softly.  

“You’re not so bad yourself, Teddy…” you whisper, gently brushing the silky copper curls from his forehead.  Your foreheads touch, and he gently rubs his nose against yours, once, and then again.  

The first time he’d uttered the words “I love you” it had turned your world upside down, in the very BEST way.  He’d flown in to spend a night with you, a much needed visit, and being jetlagged and exhausted, he’d pretty much collapsed on you and your couch when he’d arrived.  Knowing all he’d have had to eat was airplane food, you’d made sure to have his very favourite pizza in the world waiting for him when he arrived, and after he’d fairly GORGED himself on the Calabrese deliciousness, he’d dragged you to the couch, and pulled you into the Little Spoon position and buried his face in your hair.  You pulled your favourite blanket over the both of you, so content to just be encircled in his arms, and just when you thought he was asleep, you heard soft words muttered in your ear.  “God, I love you…Never go away from me…”  Your stomach had dissolved into butterflies and you heart had nearly exploded.  It was the first time anyone had ever said those words without wanting something in return, the first time those words had ever meant anything to you.  By the time those words had registered, the boy had completely conked out, and didn’t hear you say them right back.  It was the first time that you’d ever believed in those words enough to use them, and there was no doubt how deeply you believed them. Since that night, those words had been uttered many times, but the habit you two had developed, the “thing” that said I love you without words, was the Eskimo kiss.  It was such a tender, gentle, loving gesture, and one that always spoke volumes when there were no words.  

He kisses your cheek, and turns around, stretching his arms out, and surveys the state of the kitchen. There are pizza boxes still stacked up the counter leftover from lunch, and your plates are in the sink.  You hop down from the counter and head for the sink while Ed grabs up the pizza boxes and takes them out to the trash.  Kitchen clean, you turn around and see your favourite Ginger pawing through your fridge.  

“Is there EVER a time you’re not hungry?” you ask him, laughing.  “Practically a whole pizza at lunch wasn’t enough?”

“I’m a growing boy!” he protests, “Without enough food, I’d waste away, innit??”

He slams the door of the fridge, and grabs his hoodie from the chair, sliding it over his head. “We need oreos, I reckon!” he says with authority.  “Double stuf, if possible.  Gonna run to the store, love, a snack run is in the offing!  Want anything?”

“All I need is right in front of me.”  You smile softly and drop a kiss on his forehead. “Go ahead, I’ll find us a movie for when you get back.”

His hand brushes my cheek, and I feel his nose brush mine.  “Dunno how I got so lucky…?” he mumbles, a content smile spreading across his face. You grin and push him towards the door, knowing the faster he goes, the faster he’ll be back.

Once the door shuts behind him, you let your fingers wander to your mouth, unconsciously tracing where his lips have left their mark. You loved him. So much.  And suddenly, as clear as day, you knew how you wanted to spend the rest of this dreary afternoon.  You’d never felt so loved before, so cherished.  The desire to share yourself, all of yourself, with this man you loved so deeply, had been building for some time, and you were ready. Scared slightly shitless, perhaps, but there was no one you wanted to share this experience with more.  

The thrill of anticipation zinged in your bloodstream, and you decided you had better do some inventory before Ed got back. Taking the stairs 2 at a time you ran upstairs, locking yourself in the bathroom.  Luckily, you’d thoroughly showered that morning, including all necessary manner of shaving and exfoliation.  You didn’t quite know what to do with yourself, the nerves you felt were literally causing your hands to shake.  You decided fresh breath was a priority, and scrubbed your teeth within an inch of your life, and then dug through the bathroom cabinet till you found your hairbrush, and pulling the elastic from your hair and releasing the topknot, you brushed your long hair till it fell in loose waves over your shoulders.  You pulled your ratty old PJ shirt over your head, and with a deep exhale, you examined yourself in the mirror.  You were certainly on the curvier side, you’d inherited your mama’s birthing hips, but you’d always kind of liked your hourglass figure.  There were actually times you’d thought to yourself that smaller tits would be a blessing, but oh well.  All in all, there were some areas of your body you wish were a little more toned, a little flatter, but Ed was always one to tell you how much he loved every inch of you, and loved the fact that you could EAT.  You knew he’d appreciate every inch of you no matter what.  The thought of that “appreciation” sent a shiver of anticipation and nerves up your spine, and with a little skip in your step you hurry off to the bedroom.

You’re now faced with figuring out what you should (or shouldn’t?) wear.  You try on a sexy lace bra and thong, but TOO sexy, too obvious.  Just take it all off and lay there??  No chance, you were WAY too nervous to put yourself out there like that.  Finally, you settle on a pair of teeny, turquoise soft boy shorts that showed off your legs (minus your panties), and a stretchy, sexy lace cami with spaghetti straps that showed off your cleavage and midriff.  You’re awkwardly trying to decide how to position yourself on the bed when something VITALLY important crosses your mind, and you hop back up.  You hadn’t exactly planned this in advance, and so you weren’t currently on the Pill or the shot, and there was NO chance this experience was happening without being safe.  Ed had always been honest about his history, he’s by no means a virgin, but no manwhore either.  He also had always been strict about being safe, and not taking risks, which was reassuring.  You notice his backpack in the corner of the room, and you figure it’s worth a quick check. SURE ENOUGH, in the bottom of the side pocket, there’s a packet of condoms. The Sheeran motto apparently was “Always Be Prepared”.  You shake your head, laughing nervously, and thank the Gods that that small box was unopened, or he’d have some QUESTIONS to answer.

You grab the box and toss them in your nightstand drawer, and as you begin to contemplate what to do with yourself next, you hear the door slam down downstairs. The sound of the door alone has your heartrate revving like an engine, and the hairs on your arm and neck prickle.  You KNOW you want this, you KNOW you’re ready…it’s expressing that to him.

“Love??” you hear that cheery, sexy, British accent echo from downstairs, and you quickly smooth your hair down one last time, and lay on the bed, tummy down, facing the door.  

“Upstairs, babe!” you call out, in a tone slightly higher than it probably should be.  Your heart is literally in your throat, and you’re not sure whether to giggle, or hyperventilate, or faint. Maybe all three?

You can hear him coming up the stairs, calling your name like a question, trying to figure out where you are.  “Just in the bedroom!” you call, crossing and uncrossing your legs, shifting your weight to and fro, and trying to figure out where to put your arm.  He pushes the door open and pops his head ‘round the doorjamb, and his face lights up when he sees you.

“…We playing hide ‘n’ seek this afternoon?” he asks with a twinkle in his eye. “Cuz that wasn’t much of a look? Try under the bed next time!”  He come fully into the room and sees you’re laying on the bed, and immediately kicks his sneakers off, and launches himself onto the bed next to you.  He buries his face against the soft curve of your lower back, and nuzzles at the soft skin there.  It feels as though he’s trying to breathe you in, and it’s intoxicating. You can’t help but let out a little sigh of pleasure at the touch of his scratchy cheeks against your skin.  

You slowly turn yourself over and gaze him, taking in his beautiful big blue eyes, his tangle of silky orange curls and the way his perfect lips are curved into that little boy smile.  It’s ridiculous how PRETTY he is, and you just can’t get enough.  You thread your fingers into his beard, and tug him towards you, kissing him softly; his top lip, his bottom lip, and both, trying to put everything you’re feeling into that kiss.

“Mmmmm” he hums contentedly.  “I love your lips. More please.” He pulls you in and presses his lips to yours once more, deepening the kiss, winding his hands into your hair to pull you as close to him as you can, tasting every bit of you. His lips linger, drawing his kisses out to the point where your breath is gone but you don’t care.  He tastes so good, those exquisitely soft, perfectly pink lips the perfect fit to yours, his hands so strong and gentle at the same time.

The length of his body is pressed up against yours, and wrapped up in the intensity of this kiss you’re pushing your body against his, twining your leg with his fuzzy one, and you can feel peaks of electricity in your blood, like your whole body is on edge.  It’s not long before you can feel his reaction, it’s hard against your thigh, and suddenly he’s breaking the kiss and taking a deep breath.  His cheeks are pink, and he speaks before you can utter a word.

“Damn, he’s at it again….Sorry, love, we men need an off-switch apparently.” He laughs nervously and pushes his hands through his hair.  “Did you pick a movie…?  We can-“. You take a deep breath and cut him off before he can get another word out.

“Teddy…” you whisper softly, “I don’t want to watch a movie.”  You brush your fingers through the long strands on his forehead, and gaze up at him, trying to convey your message without words.  You could literally lose yourself in those sea-blue eyes.  He raises an almost non-existent eyebrow and says “Whaddya want to do then? Kind of a crappy afternoon to go anywhere, innit…?”

You stop yourself from giggling, but only just. Why are boys so DENSE sometimes? You take another deep breath, lock eyes with him and cup his cheek.  You kiss him softly, and then trace his lips with your fingertips.  “No…I don’t want to go out either.  I want to stay right here.  With you.”  You take in every last molecule of oxygen you possibly can, steel yourself, and pull yourself to a halfway sitting position.  “I want YOU, Teddy.  All of you.” And you exhale, watching for his reaction, your lip between your teeth.

His eyes widen, suddenly realizing what you’re trying to tell him.  “Babe…I know I got a bit carried away just then, I don’t want you to feel like you have to do this.  I love you, and you have my word I’m not in a rush…”

He’s looking at you, such tenderness in his eyes, and an uncertainty that’s so endearing you find yourself falling all over again.  Your heart is simply racing, your blood pulsing through your body as you pull yourself upright and gaze into his eyes, wanting so badly to convey what you’d been dying to tell him.  Lacing your fingers with his, you press a soft kiss to his warm fingertips and press both of your intertwined hands to your chest, to your heart that was hammering at the expression on his face, and tried to put everything you were feeling into the shaky words that spilled from your lips.  You wanted, NEEDED, him to know just how much you wanted this with him.

“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it, Teddy. I love you.  So much.  I always knew that the first time I had sex, I didn’t want it to be slam-bam high school thing. I didn’t want to “lose it” just to say I’d done it.  I wanted it to be with someone that wanted to actually make love to me, not just get laid.  I wanted to be sure I was in love and that he was in love with me.  And I am.  You know me better than anyone, and every little thing you do shows me how much you love me.  You’ve never once expected a thing in return, never pressured me, and that makes me want you. It makes me sure that you’re who I’ve been waiting for.”  You take a breath, feeling the warmth in your cheeks and look into his eyes, awaiting his response.

The look on his face…it was something you would tuck away and keep with you for as long as you lived.  There was such love and devotion in his eyes, and when he spoke, you could hear the emotion.  “You’ve no idea just how much I’ve fallen in love with you.  I never wanted to push you for anything, because the thought of pushing you away scares the shit out of me.  Just holding you, it makes me feel like I have the whole world, I don’t need anything else.”  He takes a shaky breath and continues. “I know how long you’ve waited for this…I mean…I- I just want you to be sure.”  He’s looking at you, biting his lip and playing with the edge of his hoodie.

You find that all of a sudden, your nerves have died down, and you know without a single doubt, that you’ve made the right decision.  You want this so badly, and more importantly, you want HIM.  You tip his chin up and catching his gaze, you touch your nose to his, once, and then again.  The biggest smile you’ve ever seen spreads across his whole face.

“We’ll take it slow, I promise…” he whispers, cupping your face.  “If you want me to stop, you’ve just got to say it.”  He gently lowers you back onto the bed, making sure you’ve got a pillow under your head, and slowly, oh so slowly, he lowers his head and begins to place the softest kisses all along your jawline, and your neck, and even your collarbone.  You let your eyes drift shut, enjoying the sensation of his lips and tongue worshipping you, leaving what feels like a trail of fire on every bit of skin he touches. He drops one last kiss at the tops of your breasts and looks up at you, wanting to make sure it was okay to move on. You’re not sure you can even speak coherently anymore, so you arch your chest up and breathe deeply, smiling at him and nodding.  He climbs over top of you, and you part your legs so he can settle in, wanting every part of him to be as close to you as possible.  He shakes his, almost imperceptibly, like he can’t believe this is happening, and lowers himself, supporting his weight with one arm, and he takes a moment just to look into your eyes and gaze at you.  

“I want to make you feel amazing…trust me?” he says softly, looking at you for permission.  

“Without a doubt.” You say softly.  You tangle your fingers in his hair and tilt your face to catch his lips, the need to feel them, to taste them, overwhelming you.  Your tongue gently parts his lips, sliding into his mouth, desperate to taste him.  His tongue tangles with yours, his breathing shallow, and it’s like he CANNOT get enough of you.  It is so sexy.  He breaks away from you, and biting his lip he smiles slow and sexy.  His fingers trail down your cheek, traces your jawline and run down your shoulder and neck.  One hand splays on your bared midriff, and the other catches the hem of your cami, slowly easing it up your body.  You bite your lip, knowing what he wants, and you arch your body so he can pull it off of you.  You lay back against the pillows, and notice that he’s just looking at you, drinking you in. He has the sweetest smile on his face, and when he notices you fidgeting, looking a bit…self-conscious, he shakes his head and tips your head up to meet his gaze.

“You’re so beautiful.  Every single inch of you.  I could just sit here and look at you for hours.  How did I get so goddamn lucky…”

You blush, and he kisses your cheek softly. He moves himself down the bed, and looks at you with a twinkle in his eye, a small grin playing at his features. He begins at your collarbones, and begins leaving a trail of soft, wet kisses, soft lips followed by his sexy tongue, from one side to the other, and then traces a path down between your breasts. He plumps one up with his hand, and your breath stutters as his lips find your nipple.  His tongue swirls around the sensitive bud, alternating between gentle tugs and flicks.  While his mouth lavishes one nipple, his other hand is gently squeezing and massaging your other breast.  The sensations coursing through your body have you practically panting, your body writhing as he teases you.  It’s as though there’s an electric wire straight from your breasts right to your groin, what he’s doing feels SO good and you want more, MORE.

“Ed…God…” you moan, arching your body, trying to press your body into him as much as you possibly can. He’s switching between your nipples; sucking, tugging, nibbling, and it’s driving you to madness.  “More?” he asks softly, looking up at you, wanting to be sure.

“Yes….please….” your body is moving of its own accord, needing…what you weren’t sure, but so much more.  He pulls away from your breasts, and begins kissing his way back down your overly sensitive body.  He leaves a trail of kisses under each breast, and slowly, tortuously, makes his way down to your belly button.  His tongue dips into it as his focus shifts downwards, and he leaves feather light kisses from one hip to the other, all the way across.  You know where he’s headed, and your brain can barely comprehend what’s about to happen.  His mouth had never travelled your body this way, and it was leaving points of fire under every bit of skin he touched.  His hand slides under your leg and bends it at the knee, pushing it back gently, and does the same to your other leg, just as softly.  You feel utterly exposed in this position, but you’re so worked up that the thought doesn’t last long.  He lets the pads of his fingers skate up and down your thighs, tracing the length of your calves, even caressing your feet.  “Okay?” he whispers looking at you, and all you can do is nod, your body urging him on.

His lips are on you, his mouth leaving trails down the inside of each thigh, kisses on the insides of your knees.  He switches to your feet, gently lifting them and kissing the arches of your feet and OH god who knew feet were sexy and when he’s finished there he begins kissing his way up your legs, slowly, up one side, then he switches to the other leg, loving every inch of that one, from top to bottom.  You can feel his warm breath on you as he settles himself between your parted legs, and he gently hooks his fingers inside the waistband of your teeny shorts, gently tugging them down your thighs.  You lift your bum so he can pull them off, and he gently tosses them off to the side.  He works his way back up the insides of your legs, leaving butterfly kisses in his wake, tingles and jolts of electricity with every touch.  You feel his teeth skimming the softest part of the inside of your thigh, kissing, nibbling, and tasting every bit of your skin.  He stops, and grasps your thighs gently, pushing them open a bit more so he can have complete access, and suddenly you feel his fingers trace your lips, pushing them open oh so gently.  He very gently kisses the creases where your legs met your centre, and with his tongue, gently paints a stripe from the base of your slit all the way to the top.  Your whole body lifts off the bed as you gasp from the lightning strikes penetrating your belly, you’ve never experienced this kind of sensation, it’s overwhelming and SO GOOD and why in the hell have you waited this long?  

“Feel good, babe?” he murmurs, his face buried in your slit. You manage to lift your head enough to see the look of rapture on his face as he’s tasting you.  “You taste so fucking sweet.  I’ve wanted to do this for so long…”  His tongue is alternating between long, torturous licks and gentle nibbles at your labia.  It’s a storm you can barely weather, but God it is SO GOOD and in between trying to remember to breath, you manage to tell him “MORE.  Oh my…Teddy, please….!” You’re losing control of your body and you’re writhing under his ministrations, just completely out of control.  

“Anything for you, love” he grins, and pushing your lips back, his tongue finds that sweet pink spot.  His tongue swirls around and around it, nudging that sweet little pink button, like a piece of delicious candy, and your hands find his hair, that silky soft tangle of fiery curls, and you thread your hands through it, pressing his face as tightly against you as you can, completely lost to the building sensations in your belly.  You can’t form coherent words, just gasps, moans, guttural sounds that you had no idea could come from you.  His arms, the bright colours of his ink so sexy against the bare expanse of your skin, wrap around your thighs, pressing them to the sides of his head. He’s pulling you closer to him so his face is all but engulfed, the deep, throaty sounds escaping from his throat as he devours you so indescribably sexy.  His tongue is thrashing your clit, back and forth, quick and light, over and over and over, and you can’t comprehend the delicious fiery tightening in your belly, it’s SO GOOD, it feels like climbing the highest mountain and you want so badly to jump off that edge, and like he’s reading your mind, suddenly he switches from flicking and thrashing to sucking that little pink bundle of nerves right into his mouth and your mouth is wide open, there’s no words, your whole body is lifted up and your muscles locked, it’s like thunder crashing and lightning striking and like NOTHING you have ever felt before, your body is trying to jump out of your skin and there’s spots in your vision that don’t make sense but OH PLEASE NEVER STOP and he keeps sucking and tugging, helping you ride out this incredible explosion, your hands still in hair, keeping him exactly where you need him to be. Your body is STRAIGHT up off that bed, arching into his mouth, “TEDDY…” you gasp, as you fly off that cliff, riding out the most intense sensations you have EVER experienced in your life.  Finally the sensations begins to ebb away, your body sags back against the bed and you look down at the face between your legs, with a sated, disbelieving smile on your face.

He kisses your thighs one last time, and lifts himself up.  He crawls up the bed and gently nestles himself on top of you, catching your lips in a kiss, and stroking your hair, your cheek.  “That was so fucking sexy…” he murmurs.  “Incredible watching you, listening to you come undone….was it what you hoped for?”  

You pick your head up off the pillow, and gaze at him, trying to figure out how to put what just happened into words.  “That was…Teddy…that was incredible.  It was…I don’t even.  Holy shit.”  Your head flops back on the pillow, and he cracks a little boy grin at your words and dips his face to catch your lips for a kiss.  

Your ability to breathe is only just returning to normal, and as you lay sprawled beneath him, all you can think is how you love him so much right at this moment.  You bite your lip, and look at him, knowing what you’d like to do next. You kiss him softly, once, twice and run your fingers down his cheek.  You pull yourself up to a sitting position, and looking him in the eye, you hook you fingers under the edge of his hoodie and begin to drag it up his body.  He grins, and lifts his arms to help you get it off.  His shirt follows, and you awkwardly fumble with his belt buckle, trying to undo it. You manage to unbuckle it, and carefully unbutton his jeans and pull the zipper down.  He’s watching you, letting you take the lead.  You pause, wondering how to go about getting his pants down without looking like you have NO idea what you’re doing.  You can see him smiling at you, laughter in his eyes, and he lifts his hips without a word, helping you to peel his jeans off his legs. Once those are out of the way, he pulls you back down on the bed, and finds your lips.  His lips, so soft, so full, they taste so good.  Long, lingering kisses, deep kisses that you could feel down to the tips of your toes.  Kisses full of promise and passion and tenderness.  

Your let your hand fall to his hip, your fingers playing with the edge of his boxer briefs.  His hands have found your ass, cupping and kneading, squeezing, as he continues to bruise your mouth with kisses, tasting you with his tongue.  Your legs are intertwined, and you’re beginning to feel his reaction against your hip.

Your fingers slide under the waistband of his boxers, wanting to explore what was waiting for you.  His hips stutter as he realizes what you’re doing, and he pulls back to look you in the eye.  “Only if you’re sure, Love”, he whispers.  

“Mmm, I’m sure…” you whisper, a smile tugging at your lips.  “Just…tell me if I’m doing it right?”

“Trust me Babe…there’s VERY little you could do wrong right about now” he chuckles.  

He shimmies his boxers down and you pull them off and WHOA.  Wow. Not like you didn’t know what a penis looked like…but, um. It was BIG.  How was that supposed to-?  Never mind. You’d get there.  Right now….you run your fingertips up his thigh, sifting the fuzzy hairs there between your fingers, enjoying the shiver you can feel run through his body.  You let your fingers walk to that soft crease where his thigh meets his groin, and then tentatively, you gently let your fingers wrap around his length, and give him one long stroke, letting your fist stop at the head.  Wow….so hot to the touch, but smooth.  Like silk.  A low throaty moan escapes Ed’s throat as his head falls back, enjoying the touch of your hand.  

You gently let your hand continue to glide along the length of his penis, from the base to the tip, and judging by the quick, raspy breaths falling from Ed’s mouth, you’re doing something right.  You LOVE the effect your touch is having on him, and on the next stroke, you gently tighten your fist, tugging the head and the hiss that escapes his lips is so satisfying.

“Jesus baby….” He just manages to get out. ”You’re gonna be my undoing….”

He slides his fingers into your hair, pulling you close so he can kiss you.  Not so tender this time, it’s fierce and passionate, the lust he’s feeling spilling out of him into you.  You’re moving your hand more quickly, and you can feel his length thickening and growing as you stroke him.  It’s a heady, powerful feeling that his body is reacting this way because of you. Between strokes and tugs, you gently cup his balls, and watch him carefully, afraid of squeezing too tight.  “Shit…babe…like that”, he hisses, and you happily pick up the pace, loving the sound of his voice, the way his eyes are squeezed shut, the way his leg is tensed as he braces his body.  His hips stutter, and your eyes widen as you notice a bead of fluid roll out of the slit in the tip of his penis, as you’re pumping and stroking.  You’re surprised at his how sexy, how pretty, it is. Framed by the same soft, orange strands that adorn the rest of his body, the plush, pink head, the silky soft shaft…it was incredible.  You loved how rock hard he was, that you were the one that make it that way.  The foreskin was stretched back now, and the breathy sounds coming from his lips are coming fast and you can tell he’s fast losing control.  He sucks in a breath and his hand is suddenly on yours, clumsily pulling it away.

“Fucking hell… feels so good,” he gasps, “but…stop. …I don’t want to finish like this, not like this.”  His mouth is yours, his tongue is tasting every bit of you, and his body flush with yours.  He cups your cheek, and staring at you tenderly.  He tilts your face up, and touches his nose to yours.  “…Love you so much, baby.  I want you so damn bad…”  He whispers this, but there is so much intensity to his words, such reverence. It takes your breath away.  You push yourself back against the pillows, and wrap your fingers into the sweaty curls at the base of his neck, pulling him close.  You press your lips to his and lift your hips to his.  “I want you too, Teddy, make love to me.”  You take a deep breath, ready to take the plunge (in more ways than one…) when through the emotions and lust you remember something important.  

You twist your body and your hand finds the knob on the drawer beside your bed, and you fumble in the drawer, your fingers finding the box.  Ed cranes his head, looking at what you’re doing, and then smiles knowingly.  “How’d I never notice you having rubbers in there before??” he says with a teasing grin.

“Because I didn’t!” you look at him with a raised eyebrow and a teasing grin, and then purposefully turn your head and motion to his backpack.  His eyes widen, and his cheeks turn the most ADORABLE shade of pink.  “Um…” he stutters with an adorable innocent boy smile on his face, “Always be prepared??”

“I love that you cared enough to want to be safe, to protect me”, you say, softly kissing his lips.  “That and the fact that you left them in there.” you giggle softly.

“I just figured…I mean, I didn’t want you think I was trying to-“.  You cut him off.  “Teddy…Shut up.  No more words, I’m not upset.  I love you and I want you.  Now.  Please, Teddy…”  You slide your fingers into his beard and tug him close, looking him straight in the eyes. He swallows hard, his breathing suddenly quicker.  “I want you too” he whispers and gently pulls the box from your hand.  He fishes out a foil packet, and as you watch with wide eyes, he quickly tears it open and looks at you, his eyes hooded.  He quickly slides the condom down over his length, and then you feel his soft hand slide under your ass cheek and he tugs you down.  You swallow deeply, your blood tingling and coursing through every part of your body. You shakily exhale; trying to remember to breathe, and let your legs fall open, your heart hammering in your chest. Ed lifts himself up, and crawls up over your body, moving slowly and gazing at you with such love and softness.

“Babe…look at me.”  He can obviously sense your nerves, and he brushes his fingers down your cheek, under your chin and drops a kiss between your breasts.  “I wouldn’t ever hurt you, we’ll take it slow. Promise…”  

He gently grasps your calf and pushes your leg back just a bit, and his lips are on you, lingering and tender and sweet, tugging your upper lip, then your bottom lip, deepening the kiss as he covers his body with yours.  Your leg is hiked up, pinned to his waist, and he’s leaning on his forearm, nestled between your legs.  He carefully lifts himself just a bit, and takes himself in hand, guiding his penis gently to your slit, and allows the head to just slip between your folds.  He makes no move to penetrate, not yet, but just gently slides the head of his dick against your cleft, allowing you to adjust to the sensation, up and down between your lips, allowing the moisture that’s gathered there to lubricate his length so that it glides like silk.  Your eyes close tight and your head falls back, GOD, he’s not in you yet but it feels SO good, so intimate, the anticipation is almost too much.  It feels like your blood is going pulse right out of your body.  

A low moan rumbles from his throat and he lets out a deep breath as feels you begin to surround him.  “You’re so wet, babe….It’s so hot.  You’re so sexy….” He groans as you tilt your hips up, wanting more.

He stops the gliding motion, and gazing into your eyes, he gently pulls your other leg up so their pinned to either side of his waist, and then reaching down between the two of you, he positions himself at your entrance.  He cups your face, and with so much tenderness it nearly undoes you, he touches his nose to yours.

Your heart is so full, you love him SO much, and you want nothing more than to stay with him like this forever.  You gasp as you feel the tip of him gently push against your opening, past your sensitive tissues, and your body jerks as you tense up. He gently strokes your hip and you hear him breathe the words “Relax, Love…I’ve got you”, as he kisses your lips. He only pushes himself in a bit, just the head, slowly, letting you adjust to his size. “…Tell me when…” he whispers, letting his fingers run up your thighs, leaving fiery trails behind them. You respond by tightening your legs around him, and squeezing his bum to press him closer.  He pulls his hips, back and in one slow motion, very gently, he fills you.  

You bite down hard, gasping, oh GOD, you knew it would hurt a bit, but it STINGS. Fuck.  Tears prick at your eyes as your sensitive flesh stretches in a way it hasn’t ever before.  His voice, it’s in your ear again, soft and reassuring.  “I love you so much, babe….I promise it will feel so much better. I won’t move till you tell me to…”  His thumbs tenderly wipe away the moisture under your eyes, and he slows his body, and strokes your face.  He stays buried inside you, and concentrates on kissing you until you’ve no breath left in you, and slowly you realize your body is adjusting to his size.  The sting is dying out, but the feeling of being stretched that way, it’s something you must get used to.  He’s not moved, just holding you, caressing you, loving you, and remaining deep inside you while your body adjusts to him.

“Baby…” he half moans, “Let me try-“.  You kiss him and urge him on with your hips, and he slowly lifts his hips and slowly pulls himself part way out, not all the way, and nudges his head through your slick folds, bumping up against your clit, and slowly thrusts back into you, gently, unhurriedly.  Oh, oh not so painful anymore, it…there’s still quite the sting as you stretch to fit him, but it’s wonderful, the feeling of him filling you up, actually being INSIDE you…The thought pops through that it’s happening, you’re actually having SEX. You push aside the urge to giggle and the thought is extinguished as both his hands find your ass, and he pulls his hips back, pulling almost all the way out but not quite and oh, it’s a surprisingly empty feeling, you want him back and your hands run down the length of his back to the rise of his ass and tug him, beckoning him to keep going, heavy breaths, loud breaths, falling from your lips, and he groans at your reaction, setting a slow, languorous pace, your ass in his hands and he continues to thrust in to you, long, gentle strokes, filling you up.  You can feel your walls tightening around him every time he enters you, wanting to keep him inside you.  “You’re so goddamn tight….Jesus!” he grunts as you envelop him at every stroke. “You feel so fucking amazing….you alright baby??” he whispers in your ear.

You manage an “Oh…oh… yes….” And you tighten your legs around him, pressing your feet into his back, urging him on.  One hand slides out from under your ass, and he moves it up to your hair, his fingers tangling in the long strands falling over your shoulders.  His lips are on your neck, leaving a wet trail from your pulse point down to your shoulder and across your collarbones.  His breathing is heavy, uneven, and the hand that’s tangled in your hair and cupping your face is pinning you to the pillows, and his mouth frantically finds yours, kissing you deeply, his tongue everywhere, and not once do his hips stop moving, his body is lifting and pressing into you, over and over and it feel SO good, the feeling of him filling you up, every bit of his soft, warm body pressed against yours.

“More Babe…I need…ohh…” you gasp, trying to find the words but failing.  

“Oh, love….Yes…Fucking hell!” he grunts, lifting himself up off of you a bit, supporting himself with his hands and forearms, switching his strokes from long, languid thrusts where he’s not even pulling all the way out of you, to quicker, rhythmic, more frenetic thrusts, the head almost all the way out before he plunges back in, and you let one leg drop, using your foot to brace yourself against the mattress, allowing yourself to open to him as much as possible.  You’re concentrating on the connection between you, the way your bodies fit together so perfectly, the zings and flutters and sparks that his every movement sends pulsing through your body.  The way he’s still cupping your face, caressing your neck, your shoulder, the rise of your breasts, how he can’t help but be drawn back to your lips, his kisses are so full of desire and lust, yet so tender.  Like a promise with every touch.  It’s so damn intimate. In this moment, with your heart and your body so incredibly full, you know that THIS is why you waited.  

He’s gasping with every movement, every thrust, and he’s trying to keep his eyes open, watching you and wanting to take you in, and holy GOD, the desire and drive in his eyes, how his pupils are blown and the way his mouth is dropping open with every sweet stroke, like he can’t control the sensations, it is sexy beyond words.  Your hands find their way to the back of his head, tangling in those delicious sweaty curls at the back of his neck, kissing him so deeply you could just about devour him.  

“Babe…so close…” he hisses, gritting his teeth and you realize he’s holding back and waiting for you, not wanting to put his needs ahead of yours. You let a hand drift down to rise of his ass cheek, and let the other hand find his jaw, and kiss him deeply, gasping for breath as the sensations race through your body.  You realize that all you want is for him to find that peak, to find his release, because the earth shattering climax he gave you with his tongue, that beautiful mouth, it was enough.  The feeling of him being inside you, being a part of you, him worshipping you like this? It was enough.  You had all the time in the world to explore each other from now on, and right now, this moment was all about him.  

His hips are moving in short, messy thrusts as he chases the sensations that are taking him over.  “Baby it’s okay…” you whisper, staring into his eyes and wanting him to feel as good as he made you feel.  “Let go!” you gasp, as little explosions of pleasure ricochet through your body, it’s insane how amazing he feels, and you pick your hips up and try to match his thrusts, pushing your pelvis against him, grinding against him, wanting every bit of contact you can get.  The hand that’s tangled in your hair tightens, his thumb brushing your ear, and he’s got his forehead pressed to yours as he tries to maintain eye contact. You can feel a bead of sweat roll off his temple, and the sounds escaping his mouth are now completely out of his control.  Low, throaty moans, guttural noises that you had no idea he was capable of, and you want this.  Oh you want this. You hold his face between your hands, and look him in the eyes, a feat, because he can barely keep them open, and kiss him so softly, so tenderly. “I love you….God, I love you.” You whisper to him, caught up in overwhelming emotion.  

His eyes are fluttering, and his whole body tenses up, his muscles caging you onto the bed.  “Ah ah ah…!” He’s making a concerted effort to lock eyes with you, to keep connected, but that battle is lost as they slam shut, his orgasm taking him over. “Jesus, baby I…Ah…Oh Fuck!” and his whole body shudders as his hips finds you one last time, and he’s pushing your body up the bed, bracing himself against you, trying to keep every last inch of you wrapped around him.  His muscles are tensed and shaking, and you can feel him shudder once more, and then his whole body sags, soft against you, and his head falls to your chest.  

You’re still struggling to catch your breath, your heart slamming against your ribcage, and the emotion coursing through you is threatening to overflow.  Ed, still panting himself, gingerly lifts himself off you, reaches down and hooks his finger into the condom as he gently pulls out of you, assuring it won’t slip off. “Oh…” you breathe, feeling the emptiness.  He slides it off quickly, and discreetly tucks it into a Kleenex he grabs from your nightstand and puts it off to the side. He rolls back over on to his side, facing you, and he can’t hide the smile spreading across his face as he cups your cheek and kisses you, over and over and over, with such fervour it almost renders you breathless.  He breaks away and a soft smile plays across his features as he just gazes at you, not saying word, just seemingly savouring the moment.  He pulls you into his chest, and you savour his warmth, wanting nothing more than to be held.

“Ed…” you falter, trying to figure how to put what you’re feeling into words.  “Every time I thought about what this experience would be like….when I thought about what I wanted it to mean?  Teddy, this was it.  I-“. He puts his finger to your lips.

“I love you.” The way he says this, it’s so quiet, but so full of conviction.  “You are everything to me…and it means the world to me that somehow I’m deserving enough that you chose to share yourself with me.  That was…fucking incredible.  YOU are fucking incredible.”

You smile softly, and run your fingers lazily through his beard.  You stretch your arms above your head, and then your legs, and as you go to cuddle your body into his chest, you suddenly feel…something…on the sheets between your legs. You glance down, and oh. Oh God.  You knew it would hurt, when he entered you, but you didn’t think about the possibility of THIS.  Your face feels a thousand shades of pink, though you know there’s no real reason to feel embarrassed.  It’s just some blood, but still…Ed notices your discomfort, the blush on your cheeks, and he looks where you’re looking.  

“Love, it’s no big deal…honestly.  Happens the first time.  I’m not bothered!”  He brushes the hair from your eyes and kisses your cheek, a reassuring smile on his face. You swing your legs over the side of the bed, and drop a kiss on his nose before pulling your cami back over your head.  You’re suddenly feeling extremely self-conscious.

“Gonna run to the bathroom, baby, clean myself up a bit…” you smile awkwardly.

“Course, Love.  Hurry back though….need cuddles from my girl after all that…” he murmurs with a crooked smile.  You hurry off to the bathroom, clean yourself up, pee because that seems like a good idea, and run a brush through your hair.  You stop for a second, and look at yourself in the mirror, studying your features. You feel different….empowered and well, like a real grownup. You lift your shoulders and feel a grin spread across your face. You finally did it. No longer a virgin!  You giggle, flip your hair back and head back to the bedroom.  You walk through the door and stop short, staring at your bed. Sweet boy, in the 5 minutes you’ve been in the bathroom, he’s pulled the bloody sheet off your bed, and put fresh linens back on.  He really does think of everything. A disbelieving smile crosses your face, and you shake your head slightly, so enamoured with this boy. You feel a strong of pair of arms wrap around you from behind, and you let out a soft sigh of contentment as you let your head fall back onto his chest.  Your fingers absent-mindedly begin tracing the colorful shapes on his forearms, and you feel his lips in your hair.

“Best day ever, innit?” he says softly. “Best girl ever too…”

You spin around and look him in the eyes, tracing his cheeks and jaw with your fingers, pushing a few stray fiery strands of hair from his forehead.  “You’re not so bad yourself, baby…” you whisper with a smile.

“Mmmmmmm” he hums contentedly, and softly, slowly, he leans in.  He touches his forehead to yours, and you feel his fingers tip your chin up, and just when you thought your heart couldn’t take anymore, he touches his nose to yours.

Sorry, guys. I became a ninjago fangirl and no one stopped me. Worse: after reviewing the contents of ninjago fans’ blogs I realised that I love this special pairing. Special because it’s a rare pairing (Cole x Kai) and simply I adore these two ninja boys together σ(≧ε≦σ) ♡ I stopped watching the show after Cole became a ghost and still didn’t see Day of the Departed, but I hope I can find the strength to keep watching it ‘cos the show isn’t completed yet. But God, watching every episode is like hell to me. One ep. should take about 25 minutes, but I always find something that I MUST pause the ep., re-watching this particular shot again and again, and trust me, I still can act like a squeaky teen girl (*°▽°*) A little bit embarrassing, but what the hell (*/▽\*) I love the whole animation! I saw some Lego movies, but Ninjago is my favourite! ❤

I even have tickle headcanons for these two ninja boys (I can’t help it since tickling is my kink, but don’t worry ninjago fans, only soft, totally innocent tickling there are): both of them are lers and lees, BUT:

💖 Kai has very ticklish neck (Cole loves kissing his neck and makes him squirm, tremble and squeak like a little girl XD), shoulders, back, belly and feet (feet are the worst for Kai, thank heavens Cole is super strong, otherwise he’d often end their tickle fights with black eye and with a lot of bruises haha

❤ and Cole has ticklish thighs, hips, sides, belly and ribs, but tickling him underarms literally killing him - that’s the spot XD Of course it doesn’t help Kai that his bf has super strenght, but there’re times when suddenly he sits down on his outstretched arms (e.g. when Cole exercises in their personal gym in the basement) and Cole immediately loses his all strength and changes into a laughing maniac (。- ω -)


I know the ninjago fandom is not so big and popular, and it’s hard to find artworks with lavaship theme, but this only encouraged ME to draw some cole x kai fan arts. Yes, it’s plural :) I have some other ideas and I hope I’ll be able to draw more of them (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)

lizzieswann  asked:

your opinion on elizabeth swann! :)

I’ll admit, it took me a bit of time to come around to Elizabeth Swann, mostly because Keira Knightley used to remind me of a cousin of mine whom I strongly dislike, so any character played by her was automatically annoying to me. But after several years and finally disassociating Keira from my cousin, I was able to gain a huge appreciation for Elizabeth, and she is now one of my favourite female characters and I will never stop being bitter about how dirty the movies did her in the end.

We are told that the narrative of the original Pirates Trilogy is about Will’s descent into piracy, but that is actually wildly inaccurate. Will, for the most part, remains a typical hero over the course of the films, mostly untarnished and without a whole lot of blood on his hands. No, the original trilogy is not about Will’s journey to becoming a Pirate, it’s about Elizabeth’s. We watch this sheltered woman who dreams of adventure leave the confines of her father’s house, fend for herself on the oceans, take command of a pirate ship and eventually wear the title of Pirate King as if it’s her birthright. She never questions the titles bestowed upon her, she willingly bloodies and dirties her hands, she makes decisions others would balk at making and she is fiercely unapologetic in all of her actions. When Jack hisses “Pirate” at her as she’s dooming him to death, you can hear the truth in his words and see the evidence in Elizabeth’s actions.

Which is why I will forever hate that her final fate was literally to be barefoot and pregnant, waiting for her husband on land, reduced to nothing more than a mother and wife. If you look at the character descriptions for the most recent Pirates film on Wikipedia, Elizabeth Swann is literally described as “Henry’s mother and Will’s wife”. The woman who bucked tradition, journeyed across the sea, outsmarted pirates, betrayed Jack without a second thought, fought her way to Davy Jones’ locker, took on the mantle of Pirate King and led the brethren to war is given the most sexist, gendered, lacklustre epilogue in the entire film series, and that will always be a tragedy, because she deserved so much more.

“your opinion on ______”

JB Imagine - Studying

A/N - A fun little imagine for you guys! I’m almost at the end of exams now, just one left on Monday so I’ll be a lot more active after that. I’ve got so many plans to write up and I’m super excited to get back into the swing of things. Exams have really tired me out but the English exam today really made me realise how much I love writing (honestly, 2 and half hours of writing essays was just pure bliss). Anyway, hope you enjoy~

heyyy! i would like to request for a jaebum fluff whereby you’re all stressed out because of studies (personally i am because im in a chemical and bio engineering course right now) and then he sees that youre all struggling and tries to help you and comfort you that everything is gonna be fine. more fluffy please ☺️☺️

Another hour had passed and you were still sat in your living room, papers scattered around you. It was right in the middle of exam season and you had been working non stop to make sure you were prepared and ready for each exam you had. Because of all the work you were putting in, the stress was slowly getting to you. So many late nights and early mornings had just made your body feel heavy and tired all the time, no matter how much coffee you had. But you weren’t complaining. Instead, you just powered through, the thought of exams finally being over giving you the strength to just carry on and get through it. Having your boyfriend, Jaebum, send you encouraging texts every so often was helpful too. He had been so supportive of you when your were studying and was constantly telling you how proud he was and that he knew all your hard work would pay off. Just thinking about him brought a smile to your face as you wrote down the last of the equations you had to memorise for an exam in two days time.

As if on cue, your phone screen flashed with a notification from Jaebum.

He somehow always knew exactly when you needed a little lift in your mood and was always there for you when he knew you were stressed or feeling a bit down. After about half an hour of some more studying, you heard the doorbell ring sounding your boyfriend’s arrival. When you opened the door, he smiled brightly at you, happy to see your face again. 
“How’s my little genius doing?”
“Hardly a genius,” you giggled, giving him a tight hug. “But I’m okay. The revision’s been going fairly well today and I haven’t wanted to punch anything yet so that’s always a good sign.”
“How many more exams do you have?”
“Four. One tomorrow, then two on Monday and one a couple of days after that.”
“I’m so glad I don’t have all those exams to stress about anymore. I honestly don’t know how you do it, babe.”
“Neither do I sometimes, Jae. But now that you’re here can we just ignore my responsibilities for a bit and watch some movies?”
“That’s why I’m here, my love,” Jaebum answered, smiling at you again as he lifted the bag holding a bunch of dvds and your favourite snacks.

A couple of hours later and the two of you were still sat cuddled up on the sofa, just watching the tv screen as you silently nibbled on the different snacks. Every now and then you’d see Jaebum’s hand appear in front of your face with some food in hand and he’d feed you the sweet treat. It’d make you giggle every time he gave you some food without even saying a word. After some time of just sitting there, your eyes wandered over to the pile of work you had abandoned when Jaebum arrived. With a sigh, you shifted in your seat and reached out to grab the pile of books and paper. 
“I should probably get back to work,” you said lacking all enthusiasm for the studying ahead of you. 
“I know it’s tough, (Y/N) and as much as I joke about being glad I’m not the one going through all these exams, I do want you to know how proud I am of you. And even if the grades you get aren’t what you were hoping for, I’ll still be forever proud of you.”
“Jae, that means a lot. It’s been hard but you’re definitely helping to ease the stress a bit.”
“If all I can do is help with the stress then I’m happy. Keep on going, (Y/N) because you’re going to ace those exams!” His determined expression set you off into another fit of giggles as you leaned in and kissed him before returning to your books. Jaebum was amazing and you appreciated and cared for him more than words could even describe.

Jonas Quinn is how I was hoping Daniel Jackson would be in SG1. Movie!Daniel has been one of my favourite characters for more than 20 years and had bit more personality than SG1!Daniel.

While I don’t dislike Daniel at all, Jonas so far is doing a better job of embodying the quirky non-military outsider role that I thought Daniel would be continuing from the movie. 

It’s only been a few episodes and I already love him!

Originally posted by theheroheart


“One of my favourite scenes, which is a perfect example of what [director] Jeff [Nichols] does so masterfully, is when Richard and Mildred come back to Virginia. They’re not saying a word and Mildred just takes a moment to feel the sun. In that moment, without any dialogue, you not only sense what coming home means to her — you also feel it. You feel the temperature, you feel the light, you can smell. It’s like adding another dimension to watching a movie.”

“And it’s not just that, you see him looking at her. And the tiniest bit of a smile breaks through his reserve, because he’s given her what she’s wanted so badly. And then he looks up the road, where all the bad things may come from, and he feels the anxiety again. And all of that happens in a few seconds of screen time.”

–  “Loving” producer Colin Firth describing his favourite moment in the film 

Legacy Deck Tech: Romero Zombies

[you can see every deck tech here]

Hello & welcome to this weekly deck tech. This week is something a bit more special, considering the recent news. As some of you may know, George A Romero died recently and I wanted to sort of pay my respects through this. 

I love horror movies, it’s by far my favourite genre and it has shaped me as a person through the years. While I was going to film school to become a writer, Romero was one of my heroes; he brought something into the horror world that was amazing and game changing. Even though he stuck with the same kind of content, he was good at what he did and it showed that he was passionate about his work and creations. I still hope to become more like him and all of his work has a special place in my heart. 

I know it doesn’t mean much, but for this week’s legacy deck tech I’ve thought I’d make it in his honour and talk about zombies. I don’t think this deck “exists” in the legacy meta, but I’ve tried to build up something that could fit the format, while being true to the horror icon. Let’s get into it!

Dawn of the Dead

As any good zombie deck, the main strategy is to go wide and swarm your enemy with an army of the dead. Death Baron pumps up all your undead horde (as well as skeletons) and gives them deathtouch so you can block very effectively or dissuate your opponent to block when you attack with your guys. This is sort of your end-game; you want to play a whole bunch of cheap & efficient zombies, and then pump them all up with lord effects to crash in with huge amount of damage.

Day of the Dead

Very similar to the last one, but this lord has another trick up it’s sleeve. While pumping all your zombies and generating a huge threat to your opponent, this card also let’s you bring some zombies back from your graveyard, which can be huge. You can generate a lot of card advantage through repetitive recursion and you’ll most likely end up getting more raw value than your opponent in the long run. Any removal spell that they’ve used is going to be retroactively negated and you’ll be able to consistently play zombies, over & over again.

Tales from the Darkside

You guys might know this card from standard, but it has potential across the formats. Being able to generate some sweet sweet zombie tokens by discarding some cards is great, especially in a deck that can use a lot of recursion. You can also get crazy card advantage with the second ability, drawing tons of cards with your horde of shambling dead.

Night of the Living Dead

This creepy crawler is just so amazing; you can bring it back over & over & over again; it never goes away. The only way your opponent can deal with this is by Swords to Plowshares it, and that doesn’t feel right.

Another Night of the Living Dead

Speaking of zombie that keeps coming back; this one costs a bit more but in the end it has the same result. Over & over you’ll bring this rotting corpse back to harass your opponent and pressure their life total. Being able to always bring back your horde is a big part of what makes the deck good and true to the zombie image.

Survival of the Dead

Yet another recursing zombie! This one is soooooooo good since it can always come back and it can bring back a friend along. If you have a bit of mana up when your opponent ends up dealing with it you can really out-value them by having an endless army of zombies coming into the battlefield, turn after turn.

Diary of the Dead

This card is amazing since it keeps track of what happened in the game before and makes up for it. If you’ve had quite a few zombies die already, or if you discarded some to get some tokens; this card will come into the battlefield HUGE. And if nothing happened so far, you’ll just get a 2/2 for 3cmc, which isn’t too great, but it still has an amazing second ability. You can easily overwhelm your opponent by casting some zombies, again & again, filling the board with tokens at the same time and causing an infestation of undead, slowly closing in on your opponent.

Land of the Dead

Not much to say here; it’s a land that is also a zombie! With a couple of lords out you can freely attack with a big man-land and it’s pretty flavourful! (also this is probably the only card that actually fits the title I’ve put with it…)

the Crazies

This sweet card brought to you by the Phyrexians will drive your opponent nuts! The only thing that can really mess up your plan with this deck is combos. There’s nothing you can do against someone storming off or casting a Griselbrand on turn 1, so you need a way to interact with those madmen. This card let’s you get rid of those pesky cards and you can re-use them later, basically bringing the count up to 8 discard spells. You also play some Duress or Thoughtseize on top of that if you want.

the Dark Half

Acting as a black Swords to Plowshares, this amazing new card gives very VERY good removal to mono-black decks in legacy. This is the go-to removal spell now instead of Smother, Vendetta, Dismember or Collective Brutality. You can hit almost every relevant creature of the format, making this a must to deal with any problematic card.

Side-Road of the Dead

Depending on your match-ups you might want to bring in some very special zombie cards. In any game that tends to go long, Endless Ranks of the Dead becomes a “you win” kind of card, being almost impossible to deal with (trust me, I’ve play the hell out of this in standard and if you can have this on the field for just a couple of turns it’s over). You can also bring in some Stromgald Crusader, Yixlid Jailer, Lifebane Zombie or even a Plaguebearer! There is TONS of zombies you can use in specific match-up, it’s really up to you.


So there you have it, my take on a Romero inspired deck for legacy. I hope you guys enjoyed it as much as I did; I really had a good time going through all the zombie cards, trying to figure out which ones would work best and how to make a deck that would be viable, as well as pay homage to the iconic creatures. Next week we’ll get back into more normal deck techs with EDH. Now I’m probably going to binge watch zombie movies for the next few weeks and hope someone can continue the legacy of one of my heroes. 

May he rest in peace…

anonymous asked:

Could you give some context to some (or all) of the scenes that are shown in the trailer? Thank you xx

Hoo boy, that’s a lot. I’ll try and do the major ones. But I’m gonna post them under a cut because even though I’m happy to give out spoilers and I know you’re all dying in wait, I definitely recommend going in as blind as possible. This is a beautiful movie to experience.

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This is an effort to spread the word about all fan fiction writers in our little fandom. If you would like to be featured or nominate a writer, please contact me. Please reblog this post if you can and check out some of @betsforsythetrash work!

1. First things first, if someone wanted to read your stories where can they find them.  

On my tumblr, AO3 and (NoPleaseStayHere)

2. Tell us a little about yourself. 

I love cheesecake, red wine and my cat (sad, I know).

3. What do you never leave home without?  

Makeup on my face

4. Are you an early bird or a night owl? 

Neither? I’m a midday sort of person.

5. If you could live in any fictional world which one would you choose and why?

Hmm, Riverdale, the “Stranger Things” universe, or Beacon Hills, California. I’m not equipped to deal with those places but my favourite fictional characters come from there, so, I’d say there. Or maybe the Harry Potter universe.

6. Who is the most famous person you’ve ever met. 

Ria Mae (she’s a Canadian singer for those that don’t know).

7. What are some of your favorite movies/TV? 

Riverdale, Teen Wolf, Stranger Things, Friends, Sex and the City, Clue, Scream, An Affair to Remember, so many more.

8. What are some of your favorite bands/musicians?  

I like a little bit of everything. I really like Ria Mae and Brand New but the only thing I don’t listen to is Country.

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ID #32613

Name: Leila
Age: 20
Country: Spain

Hi, my name is Leila as you may already know, so i’ll try and speak up a little bit about myself. Okay so, i really like reading, from charles bukowski, to baudelaire, camus, or the beat generation, i used to read a lot, but since i started working to afford my summer trips, i don’t get the enough time to, altought i found a nice and quiet old bookstore down the block where i work so i really enjoy going there on my breaks. I got a couple new books that i`m looking forward to read too! I also enjoy museums, and travelling, anything related to art pleases me, i wanted to be an artist but since i’m not so good at drawing, i’m willing to study laws next year, i used to write like a lot, but i don’t do it very often now, so im looking for a friend who would like to exchange poetry, book or movie quotes, whatever it’s fine altough i’m down for wild mind blowing conversation too. As for music, i like a little bit of everything. My favourite city might be Paris, because of the amount of museums and culture. One of my favourite movies is Charlie Countryman. And at first i thought i woudn’t be able to write anything interesting about me, but well, if you ended up here, you have must realize i write as much as i talk, even tho im very chill actually. Thank you so much for reading, and have a great day.

Preferences: I don’t really mind at all, but people from 19 to 30 would be cool.

The Eponine and R Flat

One of my favourite scenarios to think about is Eponine and Grantaire sharing a flat because it would be a complete mess a bit like them so here’s a little description of all that:

They often have movie nights in which they’ll lie on the sofa both sprawled across it. At some point during the movie they’ll start to move about a lot and adjust their positions which eventually develops into them kicking each other and trying to get more space for themselves. They’ll eat an unhealthy amount of popcorn because they never know whether they want sweet, salted or buttered so they’ll just get loads of bags of each. Every single time they open a salted bag Eponine will make a quip about how it’s salty just like her. Then of course Grantaire will make a remark about how he tastes salty which will earn a laugh.

The flat is a mixture of so many different smells: alcohol, smoke, paints, random spices (because on the rare occasions when they try to cook something other than pasta or bacon they’ll just chuck way too much of these random spices in their food). Every corner of each room smells different. It’s also amazingly decorated but decorated with mess. It’s got marks where drinks were spilt and left unnoticed and paint stains covering the floor despite the fact that R only really paints in his room. The walls of the living room have patterns painted on them and the wooden floor has little engravings on them from where R and ‘Ponine have gotten drunk and carved their initials and little comments about the other. 

Whenever either Montparnasse or Enjolras stay over they always like to mess with them a little. Grantaire will often make awkward small talk with Montparnasse just to make him feel uncomfortable. R will ask how he’s been and what him and Eponine have been up to despite the fact that he (as well as everyone else) knows what the main activity is when Montparnasse stays over. R will also make little subtle comments and jabs at Montparnasse like ‘aren’t you going to get ready before you leave?’ and chuckle when he knows that ‘Parnasse has been up ages grooming himself and fixing his hair and clothes. 

Enj often comes over to check up on R when he has art deadlines or just a generally busy schedule because he knows he doesn’t really take care of himself when he’s got loads to do. Eponine will bring them coffee but complain loudly while she does so because she doesn’t want to look too soft. Then, at night, she’ll text R little comments based off of the noises coming from his room when him and Enjolras are getting busy. Now R just knows to turn his phone on silent because it can be quite distracting when his phone keeps going off when he’s got Enjolras things to do. 

Of course, ‘Parnasse and Enj don’t get along too well, so when Enjolras is making a cup of coffee in the morning and Montparnasse comes out of Eponine’s room they’ll just sort of glare at each other before Enjolras picks up his coffee and goes back to R’s room.