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“You Love Me?”

Title: “You Love Me?”

Pairing: Richie Tozier x Reader

Type: Platonic | Romantic | Familial | Other

Warnings: angst, profanity, mentions of aids, mentions of neglectful parents.

Prompt: F13: “you love me?” “You have no idea.”

Never in your life did you dream you’d fall in love with Richie Tozier.

You’d known him since your diaper days - toddling about together, plump thighs and sticky mouths, with both of your parents watching - your’s attentively, Richie’s listlessly, bored, looking as though they wanted to be anywhere other than watching their only child take his first steps.

Growing up, shared rattle toys became shared peanut-butter sandwiches or bright-coloured hairclips pilfered from your mother’s china dish. Richie loved to wear those hairclips, more than even you. He’d stick an assortment of them into his unruly web of dark curls, specks of pink and lime and chrome swathed in a brunette tide.

Richie had always been… spacey, almost. From the first time, in third grade, you could cross the road on your own (“be very careful, Y/n. Remember to look both ways, and stop and listen for any cars, and never, ever cross on a bend.”) Richie’s parents gave no such forewarning, and it was with cheery ignorance he sauntered right into the - albeit, quiet - road on Monday morning.

Your hand shot out and grabbed him by the collar in childish alarm. “What are you doing? We have to look both ways first!”

“Oh yeah,” he returned cheerfully. “I forgot.”

Brushing off your scandalised look, he pointedly craned his neck left, then right, and then took your hand in his and pulled you from the curb with no warning. You shrieked at him all the way over the asphalt, sure a car would come from nowhere and career into you. When you scrambled onto the sidewalk on the opposite side, you ripped your hand from a giggling Richie’s grasp.

“That wasn’t funny!” you said shrilly. “I told you, we have to be careful when we cross a road, else we’ll both be hit by cars!”

“What happens when you get hit by a car?” Richie countered thoughtfully, as the two of you began walking. You paused to think, chewing your lip.

“We end up flat as pancakes, and the police have to peel us off the road,” you eventually returned triumphantly, but if your aim was to deter Richie, it backfired.

“Cool! I want to be a pancake!” declared the boy enthusiastically, but you merely shot him a frosty look and dragged him through the school gates.

You were there when Richie got his glasses, and the teasing started. Sneering jibes of “four-eyes” were brushed off, kids asking how many fingers they were holding up deflected with ease. You worried for Richie, the sensitive soul that you were, but he only ever laughed about it.

You were there when his parents stopped calling when they weren’t going to come home that night. Before, it was apologetic phone calls (“Richard, sweetie, we’re so sorry, the most silly thing - your father enjoyed himself a little too much at the gathering, you know how he likes his currant wine, only we thought it best to stay at the hotel tonight.”)

You found him hunched up by the side-table where the phone stood. The house was dark and cold - the heating wasn’t on. Richie looked like he hadn’t moved in years, a statue gathering dust, huddled against the wood of the table. You flurried around, snapping the lights on, straining to reach the boiler on tiptoe and turning the dial all the way up before scooting over to Richie and crossing your legs anxiously.

“What’s wrong, Richie?” you inquired. “Where are your parents?”

A pure stab of shock flashed through you at his sudden sob. Tears dripped down his screwed-up face, and when he spoke, his voice trembled. “I don’t know.”

Eventually, after a few phone calls, it was discovered that they were in New Jersey for an open evening of his father’s business. Richie stared at you, stricken, as you solemnly recited what the lady on the phone had told you. “But why didn’t they tell me?” he whispered. You didn’t know the answer to that, so you hugged him instead. He smelled of apple suckers and loneliness.

You were there in fourth grade when Richie discarded his mismatched sweaters and jeans for bright eyesores of Hawaiin shirts and jean-shorts and colourful sneakers. He traded his thin, wiry black glasses for thick red ones that made his eyes looked three times their normal size (you noticed what a pretty brown those irises were, then). He was there when your love for rainbow ponchos and ballet skirts and bracelets with bells on them faded in favour of garish maroons and olives and navies, overalls and sandals and short-shorts. He still wore the hairclips, sometimes - the dark red one that was always his favourite. The rest he kept in a small pot under his bed, along with a photo of you and him grinning toothily in first grade, tucked safe under the velvet lid.

You were there when Henry Bowers, held back for the third year running, decked him for the first time. He called Bowers a “son of a motherless whore” - something impressive-sounding he’d overheard on TV - when he saw him laying into the tiny asthmatic kid from world history. It hadn’t ended well, and you ended up wiping the blood from his nose and lips and teeth. He smiled sheepishly as you scolded him, but his apology was real as the blood staining the tissues. And another plus - from that day, you had three new friends. Stuttering Bill and Eddie Spaghetti and Stan the Man. You five were united as outcasts, not exactly a force to be reckoned with but certainly one that required brief consideration before attempting said reckoning - or whatever.

And in fifth grade, Richie hit some sort of tipping point.

He grew louder and more foul-mouthed, more enthusiastic in his spastic movements, and far more inclined to disrupt a class or smoke in the toilets or flunk school entirely. Then the remarks filtered in - intrusive and suggestive, comments on your legs or your chest or your mom. It annoyed you to no end, but you could think of no way to make him stop. Every time you snarked him or socked him on the shoulder, it made him slightly wilder, a shit-eating grin cracking his face in two - until you remembered something you’d seen once on telly. A man and a woman, and the man talked a lot. Whenever he talked too much, the woman would press a big red button that made a loud “BEEP BEEP” sound.

So, when the next remark came - “Hey Y/n - you have any other hobbies, ‘cept for being my own personal bicycle?” - you stared him dead in the eye and countered solemnly, “beep beep, Richie.”

He gaped at you like a fish out of water, speechless for the first time in years. “Did - did you just - beep me?”

From then on, it seemed to work to shut him down.

But it wasn’t until four months ago - when Georgie went missing, and you met Bev and Mike and Ben, and IT chased normalcy from your life did things between you and Richie start to shift.

You wanted to be with him every second - he was the longest-standing memory you had, the boy with hairclips in his curls who watered your head like a flower the first day of second grade. He was the one who poked your cheeks and called you “bubs” and yanked your ponytail and drew obscene images on your hand in permanent marker. He was the one who spent 70% of his time sleeping round your house when the silence of his was unbearable, who held you sombrely when you cried and cursed at the toughest of bullies in your honour. Richie was, to say with a flair for the dramatic, your life - mapped out in dark hair and freckles and lime sneakers, your other half.

The first time you wanted to kiss him was after the blood oath.

You hissed in pain as you wiped your hands absently on your black shorts. Richie walked beside you, gazing at the jagged cut on his palm with avid interest.

“I swear you can get AIDS from doing shit like this,” Richie commented as the both of you reached your bikes discarded in the grass.

You huffed a laugh. “Probably - but don’t go telling Eddie that.”

“Please. He’d convulse and die on the spot,” Richie scoffed, swinging a leg over the leather saddle. “So, where’ll it be, sweetcheeks?”

You rolled your eyes at the nickname. “I’m kind of in the mood to not think about anything. You wanna head to the arcade?”

Two hours later, pumped up on blue-raspberry Slushies with fingers cramping from the buttons and levers you’d been busy stabbing and yanking, you and Richie sat in a greasy-spoon café, snacking out of a shared basket of cheesy fries as the sky darkened outside the window.

“What d’you think’ll happen now?” Richie asked suddenly.

“What do you mean?” You swallowed your fries, reaching for your Pepsi to wash it down.

“Now IT’s dead. Kaput, bitch. No more missing kids, no more hallucinations, no more freaky fuckin’ clowns.” Richie heaved a sigh. “Cause I don’t think everything will just magically go back to the way it was.”

“No,” you mused in agreement. “No, you’re probably right.”

“‘Cept for us,” Richie beamed suddenly. “We’re inseparable, right?”

You grinned. “You bet, Tozier. For better or for worse.”

You looked at him - skin illuminated by the softly-glowing neon lights from the sign outside, the contours of his face sharply shadowed, hair a black, untameable mess as ever - and the urge to kiss him took you so fiercely, it almost knocked you off your chair. You swallowed your mouthful of fries too quickly in your shock, and one ended up dislodged in your throat. You choked and wheezed, and Richie unhelpfully thumped you on the back until you’d swallowed the damn thing.

“Jesus Christ,” he commented. “Y/n, if you wanted something to choke on, you could’ve just asked.”

A week ago, the comment would be met with an eye-roll; now it only made a flush climb your face, and you took a long swig of your iced Pepsi to ward off the redness.

The first time you actually kissed Richie Tozier was two months later.

It was midnight, but sleep troubled you not. You sat wide-awake, flat on your back and staring up at the ceiling in the darkness, when a sudden tap like long nails on wood made you start violently. Clambering to your feet, you glanced at your window; sure enough, a second later, a pebble hit the glass pane and bounced off again, and you sighed, picking your way over and opening it wide.

“Throwing pebbles, Romeo?” you called down teasingly. Richie glared up at you.

“Can I come up?”

You jerked your head in affirmation. At this point, your parents were so used to you going to bed alone and coming down in the morning with Richie, you didn’t even have to worry.

You slid the ladder out the window until it touched solid ground, then went back to your bed. A minute later, Richie’s face appeared at your open window, and he hauled himself in with all the grace of a sack of wet concrete.

You frowned as the scents of - was that wine? Wine and perfume - wafted in after him. He was also wearing a suit - a suit - but the illusion of whatever formality he’d been going for ended at his hair; looping black curls in total disarray, a soft tide of dark hair held back by a lone red hairclip.

“What the fuck are you wearing?” you eventually managed to choke out.

“My parents are home,” he answered non-communally. “And they decided to host a fucking mixer at our house tonight. So I was forced to wear this bullshit thing -“ he plucked at the suit in disgust “-and I only just managed to get away.”

“Wow.” Your eyes caught the red hairclip glinting amongst the soft web of dark curls. “I haven’t seen that thing in years.”

His hand skittered up to trace the clip absently. “My final act of defiance,” he chuckled weakly, before sinking down to sit on the carpet with heavy shoulders and clasped hands.

“Why are they such assholes, Y/n?” he asked suddenly. “I don’t know if I mortally offended them as in infant, or some shit like that - but even if I did, I still wouldn’t know, because they don’t talk to me. I don’t get it. Why have a kid if - if you’re not gonna-“ He waved his hands around in frustration, as if he could wring some meaning from the sentence if he hit at it enough.

“I don’t know, Richie,” you sighed, sliding off the bed and scooting closer until you sat toe-to-toe with the despairing boy. “I wish - I wish I could help you.”

Finally, he looked up; the tear tracks on his face glistened faintly as he smiled - not a smirk, or a shit-eating grin - a real smile that tore a hole in his chest and let all the dully-glowing fragments of the real Richie spill out for you to see. “You already have,” he answered softly.

Your breath seemed to catch in your throat. “But there’s gotta be more I can do. Damnit, Richie, I love you, so much and it fucking kills me to see you just - just take this shit.”

Richie stared at you, stricken. “You love me?”

You scoffed lightly, your face softening. “You have no idea.”

“But…” Richie was struggling to finish a coherent sentence. “Do you love me like - like the kid the split your granola bars with in second grade or do you love me like a…” Again with the wild hand gestures. “Y’know?”

A laugh bubbled through your lips. “Who says it can’t be both?”

As he opened his mouth to retort, you covered it with yours.

It was chaste and clumsy, but the chaps on his lips felt just right against the smoothness of yours, and the squeak of surprise he made at the embrace was swallowed. You could feel the heat of his cheeks and the flutter of his eyelashes and the firm beat of his heart all in that one, fleeting moment your lips touched.

And even as you pulled back, you felt him still. He was stammering in a way that’d give Bill a run for his money, but you could only smile.

Never in your life did you dream you’d fall in love with Richie Tozier - but right now was one of the rare, blissful seconds reality was better than dreams.

The Arkansas Sleep Experiments

by reddit user nazisharks

To Those Who Sleep

This happened a few years ago. You may have heard rumors if you’re on campus. Some even circulated online. Nobody knew what really happened. Because I’m the only one who knows and I kept quiet. For a multitude of reasons. None of them matter now. Here’s what really happened.

The four of us were handpicked for this experiment by Prof. Richardson because we’d all studied under him, worked under him, and, as much as anyone can, earned his confidence.

He said this one was different. We had to keep it quiet. He wanted to keep details to a minimum. All he would tell us before going in was that he required a month of our lives and that if he succeeded sleep would never again be a necessity.

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Marauders at Disney
  • James and Sirius, upon entering the park, make a beeline to secure fast passes for their favorite rides (the ones like Matterhorn, Indiana Jones, Space Mountain, etc.)
  • At this point, Remus is really regretting not investing in a pair of those child-leashes that a good third of the parents at the theme park are sporting.
  • Peter tries running after Sirius and James, but gives up (not being fast enough) and hangs back alongside Remus, getting distracted by the array of gift/candy shops lining Main Street USA
  • Remus has to get a picture of Sleeping Beauty’s castle upon entering. He just has to. 
  • James and Sirius are really smug when they get to cut in front of everyone with their fast passes. Remus just gives apologetic looks, and Peter has to shovel down the pretzel he bought before they get on the ride. 
  • Ok, so considering the average temperature for Scotland during the summer time is around fifty seven degrees, and for southern California (L.A.) it’s around eighty one- they’re dying.
  • James and Sirius are wearing the bare minimum, and Remus has to rent a locker to stuff his sweater into
  • Sirius is rocking a man bun
  • James buys a Wizard Mickey hat and absolutely refuses to take it off
  • Peter may or may not be on his fifth churro by the time lunch rolls around
  • Remus really enjoys the small corners and alleys of the park where the crowd thins 
  • Peter gets a coonskin hat from frontierland
  • Lots of shameless flirting with princesses coming from Sirius that result in autographs with the occasional phone number attached. 
  • James seeing the Ariel and automatically missing Lily
  • Peter getting sick on the teacups ride after James decides to spin theirs as fast as he fucking can.
  • Lots of “JAMES NO!” 
  • Sirius and James, after hearing about the two hundred feral cats that prowl the park at night, decide to go on a hunt for them
  • They legit smuggle cat nip inside the park and search the bushes for cats
  • Remus is so done with everyone’s shit
  • He just wants to have a normal visit at Disneyland is that so hard to ask?
  • Peter really wants to watch the parades, but Remus sees this as an opportune time to beat the crowds (now gathered along the street) to the rides
  • Remus is honestly ride or die. He doesn’t fuck with these slow ass tourists who have no idea where they’re going. He knows where to go and everyone is getting in his way.
  • Sirius getting picked on by characters (i.e. Chip ‘n Dale tugging on his man bun and snickering at it) 
  • James in a flexing contest with Gaston
  • Remus only taking pictures the Mickey and Friends characters
  • And he’s all embarrassed to walk up to them at first 
  • James taking the mic from the tour guide on Jungle Cruise because he thinks his jokes are lame, so he starts dishing out puns like its nothing and does a mic drop
  • Peter screaming a little too shrilly when the Yeti pops out on the Matterhorn
  • Sirius and James trying to find the entrance to the secret basketball court on the matterhorn
  • Also using alohomora to get into restricted areas of the park
  • Sirius singing Small World on repeat
  • James trying to harmonize
  • Remus really likes walking through Sleeping Beauty’s Castle (James and Sirius are hardly impressed)
  • But his favorite ride is the Disneyland Rail Road
  • Peter’s favorite ride is Star Tours and he convinces the others to ride it at least four times throughout the day.
  • James’ favorite ride is Indiana Jones. When he sees the snake statues in the ride, he mutters “Snivellus?”
  • Sirius prefers Pirates of the Caribbean 
  • Remus getting really insecure because he notices little kids looking at the scars on his face with mild confusion- some are even scared
  • But then Peter Pan comes over and he does his thing. He tells Remus (making a big show of it so that others can hear) that he must’ve put up a good fight against the “pirate” that did that, and comments on how brave he is
  • Remus is just smiling the entire time and plays along with Peter Pan, and the kids gathered around are awestruck
  • Sirius and James posing for the camera on Splash Mountain 
  • Having to restrain Sirius and James from jumping into the Rivers of America to get to the island

OKAY WAIT WAIT WAIT DOES SHIRO KNOW KEITH GOT KICKED OUT OF THE GARRISON? Did he just assume the other four all just showed up together to rescue him because they were friends/classmates at the garrison? WHAT IF SHIRO DOESN’T KNOW KEITH GOT KICKED OUT. And one day Lance is just talking about his piloting skills: “And I’ve been fighter class ever since /somebody/ got kicked out-” and he stops when he sees Shiro’s eyes get real big and Shiro just goes full Dad Mode™ and swings sloooooowly around to stare at Keith who is red as his lion and glaring at Lance and he just says, “You got /kicked out?/” in that terrible I’m Not Mad, Just Disappointed voice with his arms crossed over his chest and Keith knows he is In For It Now.

Some of y’all are asking about the ritual with the scotch, so HERE IS A STORY THAT SPANS SEVERAL GENERATIONS OF SHENNANIGANS.

So my dad’s side of the family is a bunch of rowdy farm boys with a dark sense of humor. My oldest uncle Tim was the first to get married and the rest of them orchestrated this complicated, almost medieval style dance routine on the dance floor where they would switch dance partners mid-song and slowly danced the bride towards the door, swept her up, put her in the back of the pickup truck, and took her away.

Tim doesn’t notice until the song ends. This was in the 70′s, way before cell phones. The front desk of the hotel gets a call, it’s one of my uncles. “We have your wife. The price is one bottle of scotch.”

He’s like ‘what is this shit?’ And he figures they can’t hold out too long. They have to come back sometime. No. They are literally driving her around the block several times, stopping at pay phones to check in to see if he’s gotten the ransom. This goes on for about an hour.

So he goes out and gets a bottle of scotch, puts it by the door as they drive by and everyone returns.

All the boys got married in the order of their birth and let me just say… they’re not above petty payback. Next one up is Jay who just… seems to forget entirely that his brothers are complete jackasses. Also, he was kind of the ringleader at the last one so there’s no way they could do it to him!

Haha… ha…. haaaaaaaa… oh, uncle Jay. You sweet summer child… who is also several decades older than me. 

Bride gets kidnapped, almost in the same manner as Tim’s. The price, as always, is a bottle of scotch. But Jay… oh… Jay…

Jay just HAD to get his ass married on a Sunday and this is Indiana, buck-o. There ain’t no alcohol sales on Sundays. No liquor stores, no grocery stores, no convenience stores. Nowhere. But there WAS a bar at the Marriott holding the reception. So he had to pay the front desk $75 for a bottle of scotch maybe worth $20 so he could get his wife back. 

A pattern emerges. 

My uncle Moe was next in line. They…. eloped for reasons, but for the purposes of this story we will say that he avoided a situation where his brothers could steal his wife. It’s kind of a personality thing with him, we’ve noticed. Just… ‘oh! Let me avoid this conflict entirely.’ 

Next up is my dad, who is a fun-loving dude who had his reception at a bowling alley and he was NOT, I repeat: NOT- going to have this night ruined by larceny when there is IMPORTANT BOWLING TO BE DONE. Buys a bottle of scotch and and presents it to his brothers with a big audience just so no one can claim that he didn’t. Everyone has fun. 

Moe’s first marriage falls through, and I’m not saying that there’s superstitious reasons for this but I’m just saying- he most certainly DID NOT present a bottle of scotch as an offering at the reception so we must reasonably assume that this had something to do with it. He gets married again and you better believe that there was a bottle of scotch waiting for his brothers at their table. 

So this tradition carried on into the next generation. No one actually expects that the four of them are up to kidnapping anyone when they’re well into their 50′s, but no one is about to risk it. There is a bottle of scotch at the table where the brothers sit at every wedding. 

But my cousin Julia is a perfectionist and if there is any detail that might go wrong, she is going to obsess over it. Because of this, she has a tendency to overcompensate to make sure that NOTHING goes wrong. NOTHING. 

She plans her big moment TO THE MINUTE and a week before the wedding she has this revelation… she has heard… stories. 

Oh no. 

The scotch. 

Around the same time, my grandma is moving out of her old house and she’s inviting family members to rifle through her old things before she gives them to Goodwill. Me, my dad, Tim, and Jay are all there. We’re about to leave when Moe comes up the drive way with a BIG BOX. 

And Gran is like ‘I don’t need more stuff… I don’t need more stuff.. what the fresh hell have you brought to me this time, son of mine?’

He sets it on the floor and it clinks. 

“Julia has ordered me to bring this as a preemptive offer to ensure that there will be no need for a ransom.”

He has brought 24 bottles of scotch. Each brother, including himself, can have six bottles. Whatever debt might have been incurred from his first marriage has been paid off. Her children, and her children’s children, and her children’s children’s children… will no longer need to live in fear of kidnapping on their wedding night. 

This is a sharp contrast to my sister-in-law, who learned of this tradition a week before her wedding, went out and bought a bottle of scotch, slammed it down on their table, and told them to fight for it. 

Liz’s Party | Peter Parker

Summary: Spiderman shows up at Liz’s party to impress everyone, mostly the reader…

Warning: some spoilers

Pairing: Peter Parker (Spiderman) x reader

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Red Herrings, News Reports, and Memes: The Purpose of the Jim Twins in the Overall Narrative

Originally posted by halewalker

Out of all the things that I’ve been wondering about in the overall Who Killed Markiplier continuity, the Jim twins were the biggest things on my radar.  Nothing about what they were doing made any sense in relation to the overall mystery.  Initially, I was assuming that they were to serve as opposite to our PoV, allowing them to wander around places that the episode didn’t show us in order to give us more clues toward the killer.  They seemed to do that fine during the first two chapters, where they were able to get a good look at the crime scene and show us just how close the detective Benjamin was to his former partners…in both sense of the word.

Originally posted by spacemarkimoo

But come the third and fourth Jim-casts, and…they’re really just joke casts.  One big lead up to a subscriber joke, and mumbling nonsense about how Jim thinks the murder occurred.  No contribution to the overall statement.  Isn’t that weird, especially when the original cast had enough jokes to hold itself!

…wait a minute.

How many jokes were in each chapter, really?

That’s when it hit me.  The very first episode threw us a red herring in terms of the chef, whom it tried to show off as the potential killer.  Everything seemed to be a red herring, huh?  But what if the Jims were red herrings as well?

What if they were atmospheric red herrings?

Couldn’t find a better term for it, sorry.

Up until this series, all of Markiplier’s skits would always end with a joke.  Each one, no fail.  All of his work with Cyndago ends with a joke.  Google IRL ends with a joke.  Five Nights at Freddy’s: The Interview ends with a joke.  A Date with Markiplier ends with a joke.  Hell, Darkiplier vs Antisepticeye (something we all thought could be serious) was just one big glorified shitpost.  We’ve been trained to think that everything Mark will do will just lead up to one big punchline.  So tell me that this wasn’t what you were thinking about the minute you saw the thumbnail.  “Oh boy, another skit.  Let’s see where this ends up.”

And hell yeah, the first episode feeds on that expectation.  We’re in a goddamn murder mystery noir thing, and the first joke we get is how they end up partying in the manor.  Come on, the first chapter even ends on a dick joke.

Were we not just assuming that this was going to lead up to something hilarious?  I remember seeing it everywhere.  “Oh, the murderer is Chica, isn’t it?!”  We were all expecting a punchline.

Until the jokes stopped coming.

Chapter Two had some jokes sprinkled in it, but it didn’t end on one.  Chapter Three had two, max, and Chapter Four?  None at all.  It actually kept to its serious tone all the way to the end.  Forget the fact that this was an origin story, THAT was the big twist ending that no one was expecting.  How in the world did we buy this?  How did no one realize that this was going to be a series that is going to keep itself straight?

Enter the Jims.

Originally posted by theowlandthefinch

They are the ones that are going to be heavily memed to hell and back.  They are the ones making the funny jokes, with the weird walks and the endless Jims and whatever else they decide to make them do.  Sure, they’re not part of the main story, but they’re still there for people to go and watch.  Hell, the hashtag is now swarmed with Jim memes for levity.

And this is how Mark fools us into thinking that this series is something it’s not.

Sure, those of us who only watch the main series will probably not be surprised by how dark the ending gets, but for those of us who did watch these, we were all probably thinking that this was all going to lead to a big joke.  Wouldn’t it be funny if Markiplier actually died because one of the Jims did something stupid or something?  Besides, if we watched the Jimcasts after we watched the main chapters, then they really did end on jokes.  The theme of the Markiplier skit has been maintained.  Since the Jims are waddling around in an otherwise serious environment, the whole thing has to end on a joke, right?

And then the twist comes in.  There will not be a joke at the end of this train.  Everything is being played 100% seriously.

Originally posted by markired

I’m just in love with this GIF, my god.

What started out with the death of one man ended up being the shattering of a closely knit group of friends that can never be fixed.  One goes insane, while the other becomes hellbent on revenge.  There is no joke here.  There’s nothing the Jims can do to alleviate the situation.

And what better way to show this meta change, to show that this is something that must be taken 100% seriously, that there will be no laughs coming from this manor, 

than to end it on the wanderings of a man searching desperately for a punchline?

All four houses playing D&D...

Hufflepuff: You finally see the big treasure chest!

Gryffindor: I use detect magic!

Hufflepuff: No magic…

Slytherin: I use detect trap!

Hufflepuff: no trap…

Gryffindor: SWEET! I’m going to…

Ravenclaw: Wait a minute!

Ravenclaw: I blow black pepper cloud at the treasure chest…

Hufflepuff: … The treasure chest sneezes…

Slytherin: How did you know to do that?

Ravenclaw: I may not be able to read, but I’m definitely not stupid enough to get eaten by a random mimic.

Gryffindor: Did the barbarian just insult our intelligence?

if he was honest, sirius didn’t really know what he was doing that night.

he’d only wanted to catch a glimpse of harry. the child who was the baby he remembered as being nestled in james’ arms, gurgling happily and smiling up at him. his godson, though he barely felt old enough to be a godfather.

it had been twelve long years since sirius black had last laid eyes on harry potter, and he was determined to do so again.

he hadn’t known what happened to harry, but he guessed. with james’ family gone, harry had no wizarding grandparents - but he had an aunt, lily’s sister. sirius knew the vague area where she lived, even if he didn’t know her address. looking it up was hard to do inconspicuously in dog form, but he managed it. 11 privet drive. harry’s new home.

still disguised as a dog, he began to run for the address. he was almost there when a boy ran by, startling him into hiding. 

it was james.

no, it wasn’t. even if james was still alive, he wasn’t thirteen any more. but it looked so much like james that sirius did a double take, blinked for a moment at the child before him.

he was james, if james had been starved for weeks. harry potter was lean and pale, his dark hair in complete disarray, his muggle clothes four sizes too big at least. an angry white scar was just visible beneath his hair, shaped like a lightning bolt.

at that moment, sirius was seconds away from transforming again and talking to the boy. he didn’t care that harry didn’t know who he was, or that he was a known criminal in both the muggle and wizarding worlds. he would go back to azkaban, give up on his revenge, just for the chance to talk to james’ son, just for a moment.

the only thing that stopped him was a sudden noise. a crack, and the screeching of tyres. the knight bus. harry scrambled to his feet, and sirius watched from the shadows as he spoke to the conductor, flattening his hair over his scar.

if dogs could smile, sirius would have been smiling. instead he just turned tail, and headed back into the darkness.

The Flat
  • Sirius bought it in 7th year.
  • He was walking down a street in muggle London, smoking a cigarette, not really paying attention to where he was going or why. 
  • Then he saw it.
  • And he had to have it.
  • It was small, dusty, old and needed some work done, but damn did Sirius love that flat.
  • I had four bedrooms, a kitchen and dining room area with a living space coming off the end and two and half small bathrooms (when I say half, one was just a toilet and a sink).
  • It had these huge windows along just one wall. They were so big you could stand on the window sill at the bottom and just press your whole body against the glass, staring down onto the street below.
  • The house had a bright red door with small flecks of paint coming off it. 
  • The flat itself was on the second floor of the building, but even from the ground, staring at those huge windows and the For Sale sign, Sirius knew he wanted it bad. 
  • So he bought it two weeks later.
  • He didn’t tell anyone about it at first, he wanted it to be a surprise for when they left school.
  • But Sirius Black is terrible at keeping secrets, especially from his best friends and especially when he was excited.
  • So, one rainy weekend he took them all down to muggle London for a special trip.
  • ‘Sirius what is this all about. it’s cold.’ ‘Be quiet Wormy I need to show you something.’
  • ‘Sirius we have been walking for hours, please, my feet are tired.’ ‘James shut the hell up, we got off the bus thirty seconds ago.’
  • They rounded the corner, walked a few meters until Sirius was standing in front of the house, his arms spread wide and a huge grin on his face, like he was a small child showing his mother his latest drawing.
  • ‘Well, what do you think?’
  • ‘I think it’s raining and you have stopped in the middle of the street for no reason.’
  • ‘Fuck off Moony, I mean the house.’
  • ‘What? This house?’
  • ‘Yes this house you wanker, it’s mine.’
  • Peter, James and Remus all just stare.
  • ‘You bought a house…’
    Sirius dropped his arms.
  •  ‘Well no.. I bought a flat, second floor. I thought we could all live here. When we leave school…Together.’
  • Silence.James, never one for silences, or being able to handle the look of fear and apprehension on Sirius’ face, breaks into a smile.
  • ‘For real Pads?’
  • ‘Yeah.. for real..’
  • James clapped Peter on the back, still grinning. Peter smiles too. Then James runs up and hugs Sirius, very briefly and before the poor boy can respond, James has broken away and is running up to the red door, unlocking and sprinting inside, bounding up the stairs. A few seconds later he is seen in one of the enormous windows, still grinning as he jumps about motioning for the others to join him.
  • Peter laughs before running in after James. Remus remains standing and staring.
  • ‘You want me to move in with you?’
  • Sirius blushes.
  • ‘Probably should have made asking you more romantic Moony.. but I figured having us all here would be cute as well. But yeah, I want you to move in with me. And James. And Peter. I basically want you to move into Gryffindor Dormitory 2.0, only this time we get to share a bed.’
  • Remus is silent.
  • Sirius is worried.
  • ‘You don’t have to Rem. Maybe this is too fast. You can say no…’
  • ‘I love you, Sirius’
  • ‘I love you too, Moony.’
  • ‘But I get the left side of the bed.’
  • Sirius lets out a bark like laugh.
  • ‘Fine, but I’m choosing the sheets, your taste sucks ass.’
  • Moving into the London flat was all they could talk about for the next few months.
  • Sirius had never asked them to pay any rent, he had more than enough money after his Uncle had passed away and figured it was the least he could do.
  • But James had downright refused to let his friend pay for him, insisting he would split the rent 50/50 every month, no matter what protests Sirius put up.
  • Remus wanted to pay too, but Sirius didn’t even bother listening to that. Remus didn’t have the money to do it, not that Sirius cared, and he would always say, ‘Remus, we are going to be sharing a bed, theirs not really anything for you to pay for. Plus, you can get me a really cool birthday present to make up for it.’ Remus got him a motorbike that year.
  • A few weeks before the end of school, just when the boys had finished there exams, and reality had started to sink in, Sirius heard that Marlene’s parents hadn’t taken the whole ‘her dating Dorcas’ thing so well, and were no longer speaking to her. So the next day he went up to her, pulled her aside and told her that there was a bedroom waiting in a small flat in London that he was sure her and Dorcas would enjoy.
  • He’d never seen Marlene cry before that day.
  • A week later James walked into the dormitory, sweaty and gross from Quidditch practice, panting as he explained that he was in love with Lily Evans.
  • ‘Yeah no shit Potter, I heard you two last night.’
  • Sirius got a pillow thrown at his head. 
  • Then James explained that he was going to ask Lily to move in with him after they left school. That he wanted her in his life and in the flat. If Sirius was okay with that.
  • Sirius started laughing. James was confused.
  • ‘Prongs, you are the most oblivious boy I have ever met. Lily and I have been waiting for you to ask her to move in for the past two months.’
  • Sirius got another pillow thrown at his head. Then James ran off to go find Lily.
— off limits | 04 (m)

pairing— kim seokjin x reader
genre/warnings— smut, dom! Jin, dare I say fluff…? followed by an ‘oh shit’ moment
words— 12,051

:: summary— you’ve been lusting after your brother’s best friend for a while now, ever since you met him at a house party, flirting it up a storm as you failed to realise who the other was. That was months ago now and things are still awkward, but you can’t ignore the sexual tension that’s simmers between the two of you…and it keeps getting worse…

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Sugaring is honestly 40% luck and 60% persistence. 💭

Don’t ever forget this, ladies! I’ve been wanting to say this for a while now, especially to the black and brown aspiring sugar babies. I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve gotten down on myself about not receiving the same kind of attention as I know white sugar babies do, or reading through a profile that sounds ideal and then at the end seeing the part that says “Caucasian, Latina, and Asian only - just a PREFERENCE”. 🙄 Don’t give up.

The other thing that I think needs to be said is that I am not conventionally pretty. I did the Big Chop about four months ago and still think that my nose is a little too big for my face (I was told that all the time growing up). But guess what? Every POT date that I’ve been on, I’ve walked away with an arrangement offer. I have been begged for second dates, been promised $150 just to have dinner and walked away after being given all the cash he had in his wallet, I’m preparing to move into my own studio apartment, paid my mom back all the money I’ve owed her, started saving again, and was able to buy my best friend a really expensive gift that I knew she’d love (lots of tears were shed).

I spent almost a year after my last vanilla relationship feeling like I wasn’t worth it. I was 19 when that relationship began; he was 26. When it ended, I felt like he had stolen something from me… my time, the gift of my intimate self, money I had spent going to visit him almost every weekend. I realized that what I had provided was labor – emotional and sexual labor, that was never reciprocated or compensated in a way that I felt okay with.

If a man wants you, he needs to be providing something in return. To me, orgasms aren’t enough. I can literally give myself a better orgasm than I’ve ever had with a man by using a vibrator. I have deeper emotional connections and conversations with my best friends than I’ve ever had with a man.

Do these men believe they can have that mind blowing orgasm without a woman? No. Can they feel that highly desired level of feminine energy without a woman? No. They need us. And for that, we deserve to be compensated for it.

Don’t forget that. You are worth it. You are beautiful. You deserve whatever it is that you want. You can have it. Go get it. 💕

xoxo, K

The Secret To Shinhwa’s Longevity? The Answer is Their Leader, Eric Mun.

Eric Mun, one of the best leaders, if not the best, sets an example of what true leadership is. What has he done for Shinhwa that the group stayed intact, becoming the longest-running idol group in Kpop, with no disbandment & no member change?

Let’s start from the very beginning. After winning a street dance championship in the US, Eric was selected by Lee Soo Man in March 1997 & he debuted as the leader of the 6-member-group Shinhwa on 24 March 1998

In 2003, Shinhwa’s 5-year-contract with SM came to an end. At that time, many 1st generation groups faced disbandment, like H.O.T, Secks Skies, S.E.S. So it was expected that Shinhwa would disband too. Following the group’s contract expiration, SM wanted to disband the group & offered solo contracts to only some members. But Shinhwa’s aim was that the 6 of them would stay together as a group and could not be separated. So, Shinhwa refused the solo contract offers with SM, which was undoubtedly a shock in the industry. So far no artist had ever dared to offend the big boss of the Korean entertainment industry, and they were the first.

So, what did Eric do to avoid disbandment and keep the members together after the contract expired? 

Eric, the leader who chose to keep his group together over money. His first priority was his group. 

He was offered solo contracts that were FOUR times more than the other members. “Honestly, others would think about those offers for a month, but Eric rejected them immediately, just to let the members be together.”

Truthfully, how many people do you know that can make such sacrifice, whether in real life or in idol world?!!!! .. Eric could’ve said, ‘screw Shinhwa’ and then accept SM’s offer to double his contract 4 times on the condition that they disband Shinhwa and he go solo.. But Eric’s genuine love & loyalty for his group couldn’t be replaced by money or securing a place in SM. He turned down the offers IMMEDIATELY & & took Shinhwa to another company, which was even a great risk as they were leaving the big boss of kpop entertainment to start again in another much smaller company. The result didn’t matter to him as long as remained with the members. 
imagine that Eric accepted those tempting solo offers, then we wouldn’t have Shinhwa anymore. The fact that the six of them are able to stay together now, Eric contributed A LOT to it.

and to Eric, his choice wasn’t a sacrifice .. it was the best decision he has made in his life.

After Eric chose Shinhwa over money & suggested moving to another agency, then came the next problem. Leader Eric had to fight for the rights to “Shinhwa’s” name.

After Shinhwa left SM among much controversy & refused to extend their solo contracts, then came a huge problem. The members needed to continue using the same name “Shinhwa”. But since SM still owned the rights to Shinhwa’s name, so Eric had to put himself through a crash course in legalities to resolve Shinhwa’s contract issues. Eric was the one who negotiated with the management and no one will ever know how much hardship he had to endure during the negotiations. Eric went to court against SM to retain the rights for Shinhwa’s name. He even studied law to find a way for Shinhwa to continue being active under the same name. (Bear in mind that he was only 24 years old back then!!) .. He paid a HUGE sum of his OWN money to buy the name’s rights.. Eric really went through hell during that period until in the end, Shinhwa won & left SM with the rights to their name.

Can you imagine that a young man in his early 20s, gave up on massively tempting solo offers and chose to go through hell & fight for his team just to remain with his band mates & keep the group intact?!!! .. who else can do such thing?!! .. what a true leadership & loyalty! 

It’s also Eric who negotiated -alone- with other companies till he chose the best offer for his group. Then Shinhwa moved to Good Entertainment. But unfortunately, not so many people were pleased with that decision & so they tried their best to bring Shinhwa down, asking them to disband like what other groups did back then.

In 2004, a journalist once wrote an article heavily criticizing Shinhwa & blatantly used personal attacks on the Shinhwa members implying that they are failed musicians who try too hard with solo activities. He proceeded to slam Shinhwa with ruthless criticism, leading to a big media frenzy. It was then that Eric stepped up once again as the leader to speak out. He made a powerful reply to the reporter & published it on the Internet, asking for a more meaningful review. That reply of Eric went viral & found its way to the official school books in Korea, marking him as the 1st & only artist to have such feat. He ended the letter with: “It’s not so easy to see Shinhwa. If there’s anything, you can look for me.” & this line became very famous.

Here’s an excerpt of his lengthy letter..

WOW! such powerful reply! Eric might be 4D & act like a cute kid, but when someone or something threatens Shinhwa, he turns into a totally different person. totally dependable & trustworthy leader.

When Eric was at the peak of his success, being the nation’s flower boy after starring in the very popular drama “Firebird” in 2004, & dominating almost all CFs and he was dubbed the “CF King” .. Many thought that he would leave Shinhwa & there were many articles released that urged him to go solo & pursue his successful career as an actor & rapper away from Shinhwa.

“I remember a conversation I had with Eric over drinks back when we were filming Firebird (Phoenix). I said ’“It’s a good idea to go into acting. Anyway, you can only be an idol for a few years, just make acting your lifelong career”. Eric turned serious and replied “NO! I’ll be with Shinhwa for more than 10 years, for a lifetime. Please wait and see!”
- Firebird Director San Ray’s twitter (2012.03)

Eric strictly clarified to everyone what his top priority is, which is the group Shinhwa. Eric: “Shinhwa is everything. Without Shinhwa there won’t be the present me, and I would not meet precious friends and members who love me.”
                 Eric: “Shinhwa is our root and it has to be our core.”

This man’s loyalty & devotion to his group is simply unbelievable!

2008 - The group hiatus due to military service. Eric is always the leader who knew how to keep his word.

In 2008, Shinhwa held their last concert before the 4-year hiatus due to the army enlistment. In that concert, they promised the fans that Shinhwa will come back after all members finish their military service. “Shinhwa will come back, please wait for us”

But .. during those 4 years of military service hiatus, Shinhwa was on the verge of disbandment. So the dependable leader Eric stepped up again to keep their promise to the fans & keep the group together.

and that’s how Shinhwa came back to us again, thanks to Leader Eric who lived up to his position as the best leader & the big brother to his group members and brought them together again. Couldn’t be more grateful to this AWESOME man! he’s truly a man of his words! .. Thanks to him, we have Shinhwa today!

Eric: “Shinhwa must go on forever. Even if there is no company that wants us, we might just form our own company and carry on.”

In 2007, some members left Good Ent. (the company Shinhwa moved into after SM) & many people thought Shinhwa were going to disband. But the loyal leader Eric stepped up again and assured that Shinhwa will go on forever even if there’s no company that wants them, Leader Eric came up with the idea of forming their own company! He’s truly the leader that thinks ahead & seeks for what’s best for his group! to this extend he’s so loyal & dedicated to Shinhwa!

Eric’s efforts to gain the full rights to Shinhwa’s name.

But .. to establish Shinhwa’s company, there was a serious issue needed to be resolved. Shinhwa didn’t have the full rights to their name yet, since SM handed over the full rights of “Shinhwa’s” name to Jun Media Ent. in 2005.
So before establishing “Shinhwa Company”, leader Eric went through a very tough time & had loooong negotiations with Jun Media to use Shinhwa’s trademark. And finally, after reaching an agreement, Eric’s dream came true & Shinhwa Company was established in 2011, marking Shinhwa as the first & only idol group to establish their own agency with their own name & personally run it. 

But due to many legal issues concerning Jun Media, Shinhwa filed a lawsuit and leader Eric went to court against Jun Media in 2012. He went through hell again with many trials & appeals & temporarily changing the company name to “ShinCom Ent.”. Until finally In 2015, Shinhwa won and gained the full rights to their name after 12 years. 
This man, Eric, used to show up in varieties, all smiling & laughing, acting 4D & as 3 yrs old kid, while he had such huge burden over his shoulders, fighting for years for Shinhwa to continue with their name. He makes me speechless!

The members expressed their gratitude & thanks to Eric as he was the one who struggled the most during the the whole process.
Such a dependable Leader! 

The leader that always thinks of Shinhwa as family.

Eric has always been the dependable big brother to all the members. “I always think of the members as my real brothers”. And as a real brother, Eric is always there for the members when anyone of them faces troubles & does his best to help the members out.

Eric, to help Minwoo out, gathered the members & suggested that everyone of them contributes a sum of money so that they help Minwoo overcome his financial trouble as loyal brothers. 
This man continuously sets examples of how true friendship should be.

When Eric earned a large sum of money in CFs, he split up his pay and supported other members who had financial difficulties. When he was dominating CFs, he called the members to his house and gave them bonus money. He’s also filmed CFs originally meant for himself but he got the company to include the rest of the Shinhwa members.

Shinhwa’s appearance for China gag concert in 2015 was originally meant to have Eric as the only guest, but he refused & told the production team that if it wasn’t a SHINHWA segment, he wouldn’t attend. So, Shinhwa as OT6 was casted instead.

One of the things that make other groups disband is when the members care more about their solo work than the group itself.
Then comes leader Eric, who leads by example. For his solo activities, he always thinks of “us” before “me”! his group always comes first.

To Eric, Shinhwa always comes as a top priority even before his solo work. When he does a solo activity, he does it because he knows it will benefit the group itself, not doing solo to shine away from the group. He does his solo work to promote Shinhwa.

  Even when he gets a solo activity, he never decides on it by himself… Eric will first get the agreement of the members if there is something he wants to do for himself. If there is a solo activity that he wishes to do, he would first gather the opinions of the members & seek the agreements of all the members first!!. 
Seriously who ever does something like this?!!!! .. such an attitude of his sets an example of what made it possible for Shinhwa to promote separately and together. 
Eric: “Rather than my solo activities, Shinhwa’s activities are more important.”


another secret to longevity? it’s the leader’s genuine care and support to the other members’ solo activities. Eric always sets an example for others to follow. 

Dongwan: “Eric always thinks about every member, and seeing how he helps make us take care of each other.“

Eric has always been a truly supportive & selfless Leader. Not being selfish & focusing only on his solo activities, but he always helps his members in their solo careers, showing ultimate support & encouragement to them & happily agrees to feature in their albums, and always expresses how proud he is as his members are doing great in their solos. While staying at home, he keeps on monitoring their performances & giving them very useful feedback & advises.

Eric: “Aside from our group activities, I’m really happy to see the members do well in their solo careers. If I can offer my help in any way, I’d like to help them continuously.”

  & what does he gain in return for his massive help & as feat. fees in his members’ albums?! .. Pizza or sunglasses :D

Eric, the leader who leads from behind & puts the members in front. He doesn’t like to stand out and always stays away from the limelight, happily giving it to the members. 

and there is always that noticeable thing about Leader Eric. He has always been supporting Shinhwa from the back since debut. Never been bossy. He always stays away from the limelight, happily giving it to the members. You’ll find him standing quietly in the interviews. So humble & quiet to the extend that many people are still not aware that Eric is the leader of Shinhwa. This is because he is a man with few words and doesn’t stand on the front of the group. His true features of taking care of his people shone brightly as him working behind the scenes. But when Shinhwa encounter a problem, he takes the front line, protecting the group & the members.

and after all of this, it’s expected that Eric will be thinking highly of himself as one of best leaders, if not the best ..
but ..this man is so humble to an extend you can’t believe! 

Another thing about Eric is that he never thinks highly of himself!! he’s one of the most humble people you can ever meet!!. Like he’s one of the best leaders, if not the best, the loyal, selfless & dependable leader that has been keeping Shinhwa for such a long time in the industry & still, he doesn’t think that he does something extraordinary!! 

Seriously, how can he even be this humble?!!.. Eric, you’ve been setting standards of how ideal leadership is! 

Whenever someone praises or says something nice about him, he’ll do some funny stuff to cut that person off & move to another subject. Like what he did in Shinhwa’s latest concert when Dongwan thanked him for his great efforts in getting the full rights to Shinhwa’s name back. Eric kept on kissing Dongwan to cut him off.

Or when someone praises his outer looks, & it’s known that Eric is one of the most handsome Korean celebs (he was dubbed Korea’s handsome representative) but he never brags about his handsomeness for even once, and when others tell him that he’s handsome, he’s gets so shy & flustered & tries to change topics. 

and even though he’s the mighty Eric, with more than 20 years in the industry, regardless of his fame, he remains the humble Eric who still bows 90 degrees to even the hoobaes & the fans. Forever humble as Day 1. Eric really sets an example that no matter how famous you are, you should always be humble & down to earth with everyone.

The leader that always thinks of Shinhwa before himself !

& he also doesn’t think he’s doing something extraordinary!!! 

and even during his solo activities, he seizes every chance to promote Shinhwa & the other members’ solo events. 

Then there is this amazingly meaningful quote of Eric, that makes me feel so lucky for being a Shinhwa Changjo ..

“It’s impossible for Shinhwa to disband now even if we wanted to. Shinhwa doesn’t just belong to us, it also belongs to the fans and people who love us.”

To any group, before disbanding, think deeply of this quote. Your group doesn’t just belong to you, it also belongs to your fans & people who love you!

Now.. With every anniversary we celebrate with Shinhwa, the group that debuted in 1998 & still going strong with no disbandment & no member change, let’s forever remember that the main reason behind this is Eric, the best leader we could ever ask for. The leader who knew how to keep his group intact & overcome all troubles they’ve been through since debut. That troubles that could’ve easily made any other group disband.
Eric always puts Shinhwa as a top priority over anything else .. To him, the group always comes first. He really lives for Shinhwa!

“Eric is really like an otaku. If he gets addicted to something he’ll bury himself at home but after we left our first agency, as the leader of Shinhwa, he became the otaku of Shinhwa. Even now, he worries a lot for Shinhwa and is also in charge of dealing with external matters. He is a leader I’m thankful to and can trust.” - Dongwan

Thank you leader Eric for all of what you’ve done & still doing to Shinhwa. Thank you for keeping them as forever six .. thank you for always protecting us, Shinhwa Changjo .. Thank you for always protecting Orange .. Thank you for always protecting Shinhwa Company .. Thank you for always choosing Shinhwa over anything else no matter what the temptation is .. Everyone of us appreciates your great efforts & dedication for Shinhwa. Plz continue on leading Shinhwa for more anniversaries & more success. 2gether 4ever, walking on the same road. Never apart, friends till the end. ♥♥

#HappyEricDay ♥♥  Happiest birthday to our awesome leader Eric ♥♥

disturbiosnocturnos  asked:

hi! i saw your post about midterm elections, did a bit of googling, and am still a bit lost. are midterm elections just regular elections??? cos they seem to happen every 4 years when presidents are elected. also, do i have to register to vote the day i turn 18 or the year i turn 18??? or months before??? i just wanna be ready cos i know whats coming is gonna be tough on us. thank you lots!!

The elections we refer to as Midterm Elections are held every four years, at the half-way point between presidential elections.

The big difference between a Presidential and a Midterm Election is, well, that you vote for the president in one and not the other. 

Midterm elections are held on a federal level because, by law, every House seat is open for re-election every two years, and every Senate seat is open every six years.

This is why in 2018 ALL 435 House seats will be up for re-election in 2018, but only 33 of the 100 Senate seats will be up. 

Also, midterm elections usually have state and local offices, issues, referendums, and propositions on the ballot. 36 of 50 state governors are up on the block in 2018. 

Please don’t underestimate how important your local issues are: whatever the federal government passes down, its usually up to the state how those laws will be enforced. See: like all of reproductive rights 

As for your questions regarding WHEN you can register:

Most states only require that you be 18 before the next election when you register. Check out the requirements for your state HERE.

So, for example, if you turn 18 ON OR BEFORE November 6th, 2018, you can probably register to vote now. 

Some states, like California, even give you the option of registering to vote on the same for that you use to register for a DL, a permit, or a state ID. 

HOWEVER: Not all states have the same rules regarding voting registration.

  • Alaska: Be at least 18 years old or within 90 days of your 18th birthday
  • Connecticut: Be at least 17 and turning 18 before Election Day

  • District of Columbia: Be at least 17 years old, and turn 18 years old on or before the date of the next general election

  • Georgia: At least 17 ½ years of age to register and 18 to vote.

  • Iowa: 6 months before 18th birthday

  • Louisiana: Must be 17 years old (16 years old if registering in person at the registrar of voters office or at the Louisiana Office of Motor Vehicles), but must be 18 years old to vote.

  • Missouri: 17 ½ years of age to register, 18 years of age to vote

  • Nebraska: 18 years of age on or before the first Tuesday after the first Monday in November of the current calendar year.

  • New Jersey: 17 years of age to register, 18 years of age to vote

  • New Mexico: 17 years of age to pre-register, 18 years of age to vote

  • New York: 18 by end of calendar year that you register (note: you must be 18 years old by the date of the general, primary or other election in which you want to vote).

  • West Virginia: Must be 17 years old and 18 before the next general election. 17 year olds may register and vote in primary elections if they turn 18 before the next general election.

  • Wisconsin: Be at least 18 years of age on the day of the election to be eligible to vote. Persons who are otherwise eligible to vote may register to vote at 17 years of age if they will be 18 by the next election.
Hope this helps!

A girlfriend of mine wanted to go to see a performance of a broadway show with her husband and asked
If my hubby and I would like to go as well. We bought tickets and booked a hotel room but a few days before the show my husbands work had something come up that made it so he had to cancel. I told him we could cancel but he insisted I still go. My friend suggested I cancel our hotel room and just share a room with her and her husband. She said I could share the bed with her and her husband could sleep on the couch so I said why not. I was sad my hubby wasn’t going to be joining us but looked forward to seeing the show. The night came and we headed to the city checked into our hotel where we dressed up nice for the show then we went to dinner and had some great food and a few glasses of wine before we made our way to the theatre. The show was fantastic. After we hit a small martini bar for some cocktails. My friend was getting pretty touchy feely with me and kept saying it was too bad my hubby didn’t come but she was glad I was there. She kept commenting on how hot she thought I looked and even said her hubby thought so too. He agreed and it made me feel pretty good. Well she kept flirting with me and kept saying things like “ I bet if I wasn’t here my hubby would so totally try to fuck you you’re so hot.” Her husband said “ I’d rather fuck her with you it would be more fun.” Again they both then said too bad your husband didn’t come. At one point I said I had to go pee so my friend and I went to the restroom I grabbed her and started to make out with her once inside. She responded by pressing her body against mine and shoving her tongue in my mouth. We made out for a few minutes before she said “I’ve been wanting to do that for so long. I bet my husband would have loved to see us do that.” I told her maybe we could let him watch next time. She smiled and agreed. We went back out to the table to join him and she teased him by telling him he missed out on our little make out session. He looked both excited and sad. We had a few more drinks flirted some more then decided to head back to the hotel. Once back at the room my gf came over to me pressed her body against mine and started to make out with me. Her husband was more than happy at what he was seeing. It wasn’t long before she went back over to him and started to kiss him. When they stopped making out there was an awkward silence and feel to the room. I walked over to her husband put my hand on his cock and started to kiss him. I could feel his cock getting bigger and bigger in his pants as I continued to jerk him off and suck on his face. My gf came over to us and started to play with my tits. Then she said how much she wanted to taste me and watch her husband fuck me. I told them if they never told my husband then that was exactly what was going to happen that night. I suggested they get started as I wanted to go talk to my husband real quick and say good night. I went to the bathroom and called him to tell him how the show was and that we were about to head to bed. When I came out of the bathroom my gf was getting fucked good by her husband so I quickly snapped of a fun little selfie of me with them fucking in the background before I made my way over to the bed. I started to make out with my gf while her husband fucked her nice shaved pussy. It was so hot. My gf told me to take off my dress so I did then she told me to lay down so she could eat my pussy while her husband fucked her. Her tongue felt so good as she licked and sucked my aching clit and pussy. Every time her husband pounded into her I felt her face push into me deeper. Soon I felt her husband crawl up on the bed and he took over licking my soaking snatch. She took that as an opportunity to sit on my face and I put my pussy eating skills to work. Her married bald pussy tasted great and her husband was doing a fantastic job of eating my married cheating cunt. I was in heaven. I had my first of many orgasms of the night like that. After my orgasm subsided I told my gf’s hubby to fuck the hell out of me like a cheap slut while I eat his wife’s pussy. I got on all fours and he got behind me. My gf laid down on the bed and spread her legs, as I buried my face in her beautiful snatch her husband mounted me. I heard my friend tell her hubby to fuck me hard and make me cum on his big cock. That’s just what he did. His cock was pounding me hard and deep and he was spanking my ass and telling me how tight my pussy was and how he felt bad fucking fucking his friends wife but also felt really fucking good. I told him I loved his hard cock in my married cunt and he was going to make me cum again.
I came hard and loud. After taking a good pounding for 20 more minutes I came again. The man was a beast. My gf had also came a few times from the combination of my tongue, fingers and from the thrill she got watching her husband fuck the hell out of my married cheating cunt. Around that time her husband told us he wanted to cover us both in cum so we both dropped to our knees beside the bed and he stood over us but before he could stroke his impressive cock to a very hot sticky finish my gf said she wanted to taste my pussy juice on his cock so she took him in her mouth. After she had cleaned most of my juices off him she held his shaft and looked at me as if to say your turn. I took him in my mouth and sucked his throbbing tool while looking my gf in the eyes it was one of the hottest things I have ever experienced. It didn’t take long for him to let out a massive moan as he grabbed his cock and started to shoot his hot load all over my face then aiming it at his wife he continued to cover her pretty little face in his baby batter. After he was done we again took turns cleaning his cock with our mouths before we turned to each other for a sloppy cum covered kiss. We all ended up sleeping naked in the same bed and in the morning we all fucked one more time. Just missionary position him and her first while I held her hand then him and I while she held mine and told me how she loved watching her husband fuck me. I told them if my hubby doesn’t ever find out I would be more than happy to join them for some fun again. After that we all took turns showering then got dressed and headed home.

Reaction to Finding Out S/O is Pregnant // Baby Series

Baby Series will include: 

Preggers // Gender Reveal // Baby Bump // Labor Pains // Mood Swings // 

Baby Shower // Newborn // Baby Names // 



Originally posted by acousticjin

It was Tuesday, but not just any Tuesday, it was the Tuesday that you realized just how late your period was, six weeks to be exact. You didn’t think much of it because you were always keeping yourself busy between your marriage with Mark, your work, and hobbies, plus periods weren’t something you were excited for anyway. Since you had been trying to get pregnant for the past year with no avail, it was around that time where you both accepted that you’ll just take a break; that was until this Tuesday where you couldn’t help but wonder just exactly why you were late.

You paced back and forth in the bathroom, waiting for three pregnancy tests to reveal your destined fate; preparing yourself for the usual disappointment of a single line.

When the timer beeped on your phone and you slowly walked over to view the results, your mouth dropped. All three of them showed the positive sign that you were indeed, pregnant.

“Holy shit.”

You had to tell Mark, you called him, and by having your distinct ringtone as “Never Ever”, he knew to pick up instantly.

What’s up babygirl?” he cooed into the phone.

That’s what’s up,” you smiled, still staring at the unbelievable test results in your free hand.

What do you mean?

Babygirl—or baby boy, inside of me, Mark, we did it.

What the he—wait,” it finally registered what you meant and excitement exploded through the phone, “You’re pregnant Y/n?! Really?! We’re gonna have a baby?!

You both would start screaming on the phone with each other in pure excitement. On the other end of the phone he would be jumping up and down with the other members, them being just as excited as he was, being that each of them were going to be the best uncles ever.


Originally posted by dani-okem

** You’re obviously Mark in the gif **

Okay so, you guys would have a code word for when it was baby making time. Since you both were so serious about it, you would schedule the best times around when you were ovulating or just off your period and he had free time. The code phrase was that it was time to make some coffee. And let me tell you, you guys would be making loads of coffee…

In the studio. In the car. On the couch. In the shower. In bed. In Mark’s bed. In the fitting room closet.

But regardless of how many times you made coffee, and how good it was, you guys still couldn’t get you pregnant. This had been going on for five months, and even though the coffee was great, you still didn’t feel satisfied knowing that you weren’t extending your family yet.

You were about to suggest that you both took a break from trying to schedule sex. Knowing that if you kept it up, it would become more of an annoying task and the passion would be gone.

The afternoon that he had suggested making some coffee, you had a doctor’s appointment. Just a regular check up and some blood work done; no big deal. That was until your physician had some news for you.

“Mrs. Y/n, did you know that you’re pregnant?”

You choked on air, staring at your doctor as if she’d lost her head.

“E-Excuse me, I’m what?”

Pregnant. Four weeks to be exact, congratulations. I can get you started on some prenatal vitamins,” she would say as you begin to shout with excitement.

After leaving the doctor, you would tell Jaebum to meet you at a coffee place. Once you both meet up there, he would see you already ordered for him. Giving you a kiss on the cheek before sitting down beside you, smirking to himself, thinking that you both were about to try some form of public coffee making next.

What’s the plan jagi? Did your appointment go well?” he would say before taking a small sip of his coffee, not noticing the message on his coffee cup at first.

It went very well,” you gestured toward his cup, “gosh, I can’t believe they actually spelled your name right on your cup.

That’s when he would finally notice the message you’d written in plain black marker:

“To future daddy, a coffee bean is brewing, coming soon. xo.”

The amount of exhilaration that hit this man was insane and it wasn’t because of the coffee. He would instantly go down on his knees and press his hands gently to your stomach, non stop grinning.

“I’m so proud of you jagi and I’m so excited to meet you little one.”


Originally posted by soakedinyoonbum

He would have prepared you dinner, being the cute and caring hubby that he was. Your plans for the night was to eat dinner and watch a movie together before bed. You would walk into the kitchen and wrap your arms around his waist as he stood, stirring chicken in the pan.

It took you a moment to realize how strong and concoctive the scents of dinner preparation was until they became nauseating. Not because he was a bad cook, you loved his cooking, it was just so strong and overwhelming that you found yourself running back into your shared master bathroom to throw up.

After placing the towel down from over his shoulder, and dimming down the fire on the stove, he would come in after you, worried and rubbing your back gently.

If you’re feeling ill jagi, I can make you some soup and just take care of you while you rest,” he would assure you, kissing your head while you kneeled over the toilet. It was strange. For the past week you noticed that your sense of smell was becoming more and more sensitive and just how exhausted you’d been feeling. You squinted your eyes in the process of thinking before a lightbulb had appeared.

Puppy, can you get out for a moment? I have to use the bathroom,” you tried to keep calm, realizing that your curiosity could be met with utter disappointment. Jackson nodded, standing to give you the space you needed.

I’ll be in the kitchen starting on your soup, kitten. Just call me if you need me,” he would say while leaving the small space and closing the door behind him.

Instantly, you would rummage underneath the sink, pulling out one of your stashed pregnancy tests.

After taking the test and acknowledging that you were indeed pregnant; the smile on your face was vivid.

Jagiya! Do you think you’re well enough to eat? I can bring you dinner in bed if that’s what you want,” he would call out to you.

You stepped out of the bathroom and called back out toward him, holding up the positive pregnancy test.

“Well since I’ll be eating for two, I think it’s best that I eat dinner.”

“What are you talking about jagi? You’re getting a whole meal, I have to eat too!”

I know that, but you should be making dinner for three considering I’m eating for two.” It would take him a moment to register what you meant, feeling as if he’d just gone over this with you before reality of the situation hit him. He would spin around, running back into the room to see you holding up a pregnancy test, a small, but still there bump on your belly.

WE’RE HAVING A WANG PUPPY?!” he would start jumping up and down in sheer and pure excitement.

Side note: he would literally prepare a tiny plate, wanting you to authentically feed the bundle of baby inside of you.


Originally posted by wangmins

You had honestly found out last week that you were expecting and three weeks along, but you wanted a creative way to tell Jinyoung that he was going to be a father. You thought of all types of things until you finally came up with the perfect way to tell him but you needed JYP’s help.

You gathered yourself at the studio, conversing with JYP that you were expecting with his name twin, and you wanted him to call him in, explaining that he would be getting a promotion and to invite all the boys to his promotion reveal the next night. He was confused as to why he was the only member in the group to be retrieving something like this, but overall was very excited regardless.

He would’ve came home telling you just how excited he was, yet worrisome about what the promotion could be and what it meant for got7. You could express how proud you were of him, keeping your surprise and big reveal from him with the best poker face on.

The time came where he and the boys would head over to the studio. You would be standing in another room, waiting for the signal to come in. JYP would meet them first, making a small speech about how proud he was of Jinyoung and that he was getting everything he deserved before handing him his “promoting” papers.

Reading over the paperwork, it read that he was being promoted from just a husband to a father as well. He would break out into happy tears, and the cue word “congratulations” would allow for you to enter the room with a big smile on your face.

He would immediately come to you, holding you in his arms before dropping down to his knees and giving your tiny bump a kiss.

“Daddy is so happy for this next step in his career as a father.”

Sidenote: Jackson would be screaming in the background, begging for Mark to have their child already. Youngjae would argue that Mark was being a slut, Coco already being their child, WHICH BRINGS US TO—


Originally posted by choiyoungjae

You found out that morning that you were pregnant while he was out taking Coco for a short walk. The amount of enthusiasm that pulsed through you was nearly overwhelming. Your nausea and bloating made so much sense now that you knew you were expecting.

You couldn’t wait and you wanted to tell Youngjae instantly that you both were finally getting to extend your family of three, to a family of four, after casually trying for the past seven months.

“Jagiya~ Coco and I have returned.”

Sunshine! Guess what!” you cooed, coming to wrap your arms around his neck. He smiled at your affections and pulled you into his embrace while peppering your face with sweet small kisses.

Yes jagi?” he would mumble between kisses.

Coco is getting a brother or sister,” you whispered in the most loving tone that you could, grinning while your cheeks flushed, being able to say it out loud.

“We’re getting another puppy?! How? Where? Wait, why? Coco is the only goddess dog we—”

It’s not a puppy sunshine,” you would chuckle at his inquiries, staring into his eyes, “it’s a baby. We’re having a baby Youngjae.

His eyes would go wide as he looked up and down from your face to your tummy.

“A human BEAN?!”

He would then run around the house with Coco running after him, screaming and smiling about how excited he was, contacting all the other members and telling them the great news. That Coco was getting a sibling!


Originally posted by jaybleep

BamBam had noticed that you’d been having a lot of mood swings lately. You would be happy then all of a sudden you would start to cry. He didn’t understand what was going on with you and would tell you to dab on them tears.

Of course he was very much aware that the both of you had been trying to have a child, so every time you would see a baby while strolling in the park together or shopping for groceries, you would cry and send BamBam pictures of babies and express how much you really wanted to have one of your own.

You would’ve never connected that you had been pregnant for the past month until your mother had told you that you seemed to be experiencing symptoms of early pregnancy.

BamBam wouldn’t know just yet that you were pregnant until you sent him a text one day, more pictures of babies. He would be used to it by now and explain that one day you both would be having one of your own and when that day came he would be the happiest man alive.

The next picture you sent him was a picture of the positive pregnancy test you had taken earlier that day, next to a crappy drawing of a “Happiest Man Alive” certificate.

He would immediately ask you where you were, rushing to you and scooping you up in a huge hug while he kissed you over and over.

This baby will come out dabbing, I’m already proud of them,” he would murmur toward your stomach, receiving a playful eye roll from you.


Originally posted by wonhae-manhi-manhi

The way you would tell Yugyeom was going to be through something he loved. Dance. You weren’t going to be dancing but whenever this bundle of joy was born, they would be dancing right beside their daddy so you decided the number one thing a dancer needs are a good pair of shoes.

He was in the middle of practicing his freestyle when you came to the studio. He blew you a sweet kiss before continuing to focus on his kinetic art so he wouldn’t notice you slip into his duffle bag a tiny pair of shoes with the written note, “Dancing into daddy’s footsteps, coming soon.~

Honestly, it would be BamBam to notice the small laces popping out of the bag.

Yo man, whose shoes are these? They’re so cute,” he would pull them out of Yugyeom’s bag, reading the note before jumping up and down enthused about being an uncle. Yugyeom, perplexed, would stop his music and turn to look at his close hyung.

What are you talking abou—” he would look at the tiny shoes and the note you left behind and a smile would break out on his face as he began jumping up and down with Bambam.

I’m going to be a father! Y/n’s having a baby!

He would call you right after he was done celebrating, telling you that he would be home right away and to kiss your little bun for him while you waited for him to come home.

“I’m so excited babygirl. You’re going to be such a wonderful mommy.”

Can we talk about this bit in Guild Wars 2: PoF for a sec?

At one point, there’s a heart where one of the options is to play matchmaker and introduce people. I tuned out the dialogue at first because games always make matchmaking suuuper het and the first four times I did it, that was the case.

Then I noticed the “guy” I set one woman up with was a woman after the fact.

A couple matches later and bam.

Lesbian representation.

Black lesbian representation.

This right here? This is one of the things you do to have diversity in games. It’s not giant neon “look we have lesbians!!!” sign and it’s not buried in some nook or on the wiki. It just… is. You run into it, you participate, and no one in-game goes out of their way to mention or talk about NPC sexuality. It’s completely normalized and no big deal.

And really, Arenanet is fantastic at this. Not perfect (I do wish there were more trans characters, that Sya was more prominent, and more prominent gay men come to mind), but it’s the queer-friendliest game I’ve come across that wasn’t explicitly made for queer people. There are not one but two lesbian couples where everyone involved was a main character or main antagonist, a full on cutscene of one of the couples kissing, the sylvari personal story is full of same gender (salad?) couples, the sylvari themselves are very much a race of pan plant people, and that’s just off the top of my sleep-deprived head.

And now this.

And not only that, but there’s no homophobia in Tyria. That shit just doesn’t exist so no one makes a big deal about it or gives an in-game voice to people who want me, my friends, any queer person dead because we happen to not like who they demand we like. And this of course means that it’s quite possible that we’ll run into more queer couples of all races in the future, the story just focuses on humans and sylvari a lot so far.

Diversity matters. Representation matters. And this just makes me love Arenanet, Guild Wars, and Tyria that much more.
Brat Taming (M) - Pt 2

Genre; S M U T 

Length; 1,100+ words

Kink(s); sexual torture, impact play, Daddy kink, orgasm denial 

Originally posted by forever-young-got7

The moment he stepped into the room, he practically tossed you down onto the floor beneath him, 
“Aish-” He snarled, while hastily undoing his belt. “I swear to god, little girl..” Sliding the leather belt free from his jeans as he glared down at you; shaking his head. 

You knew damn well how much trouble you were in, you could tell just by the look in his eyes that he was about to teach you a little lesson you wouldn’t be able to forget- but.. it was just so fun being a brat. 
“What’s wrong, Daddy?” You feigned your innocent as you peered up at him through your lashes, softly batting them as you playfully tilted your head from side to side. 

Namjoon didn’t take too well to your little act, it was as if this pure darkness shadowed over him as he bent down and roughly took your lower jaw into his hand; his fingertips pressed into your cheeks while looking deeply into your eyes. “Why must you act like such a fucking little brat?” He asked in a low, animalistic growl. 

“I- I..” You stuttered, staring up at him with your puppy dog eyes the moment you seemed to quickly lose the confidence you had previously. 

“I- I, what, huh princess?” He viciously mocked, tightening his grip on your jaw as he brushed the cool leather across your thigh. “You wanna act like a big girl right? Then fucking answer me like one.” 

“I- I don’t know..” You meekly replied, your lower lip poked out in a subtle pout as tears gathered in the corners of your eyes. God were you in for it
“I’m sorry Daddy- I’m sorry..” 

Your little apology did nothing to help you out of the grave you dug yourself. 
He simply just roughly shoved you back onto the floor, finally releasing his harsh grip on you. Grabbing a fistful of your hair, he forced you onto all fours; leading you over to the bed. 
“I-” He growled once more as he urged you to stand, “Do not-” Pushing you over the the edge of the bed, releasing his grip on your hair as he held your upper back down onto the mattress- pinning you into place. “Fucking tolerate bad behavior, little girl.” He brutishly snarled as he quickly pushed up your skirt- shoving your panties down your thighs. 


The leather belt sharply licked your bum, drawing out your loud pained yelps. “Da-” You whimpered as you tried to wriggle out of his grasp. 

Namjoon only shoved you further into the mattress, “Keep still or else this will only get worse for you, little girl.” He lowly bellowed, landing more cruel blows across your reddened flesh. 


Your pain filled cries seemed to echo throughout the entire room, the tears that gathered in the corners of your eyes earlier; streaming down your cheeks, taking your mascara with it. Nothing but airy, shaky whines escaped your lips as you rode out the stinging pain of each impact. 

Looking over at you, he caught sight of your smeared makeup and flushed cheeks as you stayed as still as possible. 
A pleased smirk sprawled across his face as he landed another harsh blow on your bum. 


He watched as the tears flowed down your cheeks, licking his lips he could feel his hardening member pressing against the material of his jeans. “God you look so fucking-” He growled, cruelly spanking your abused flesh once more forcing out your tears. 


“-pretty when you cry for me..” He seductively snarled, dropping the belt onto the floor then roughly massaging your slowly bruising bum; earning your soft, muffled whimpers as you buried your face into the blankets. 

Soon after, he was behind you; knelt down as he gently examined the forming welts that scattered your bum. Running his fingertips across the reddened, sensitive areas, “Ahh~” You airily whined while attempting to escape his touch. 

“Is it ouchies, princess?” He softly asked, biting his lower lip as his eyes zeroed in on your dripping cunt. 

“Uh huh..” You shakily replied, nodding as you tightening grasped the sheets. 

“Not uh..” Shaking his head, clicking his tongue - tsk tsk-, “Use your words, little girl. Daddy can’t understand you if you don’t.”  

Sniffling, you nodded once more. “Yes, Daddy-” You whimpered, your lower lip quivered as he slightly dug his fingertips into the sore bruising marks. “Ahh.. It’s very ouchies..” 

A calm chuckle flowed out of him as he suddenly and quite ruthlessly land a stinging open hand smack on your aching flesh, drawing out a loud airy cry. “That’s why you shouldn’t act like such a fucking-” He lowly grumbled while lightly tracing his fingers up and down your drenched slit. 

Your shaky whimpers and silky moans mixed as he teased your wanting core. “Oh my god.. Daddy..” You faintly cooed, pushing yourself back meeting each little stroke he made. “Fuck me Daddy- please..” 

Namjoon bit down on his pillow-y lip as he listened to your sweet pleas, “You want Daddy so badly don’t you, babygirl?” He asked in a velvety growl while diving two of his slender fingers inside you, automatically curling them perfectly- hitting your most sensitive spot as he tenderly pumped his digits in and out of you. 

Frantically nodding, you licked your lips as your lips parted; your heavenly moans flowed out of you as you relaxed under his touch. 
“Holy shit- Yes, Daddy..” You whined as you met each pump, “I want you so, so badly..” 

“I can tell.” He teased, roughly gripping your tender flesh as he quickened his pace. “You’re so fucking wet babygirl..” He chuckled as turned his fingers inside of you, “Who makes you feel this good, huh little girl?” 

Your mouth hung open as you continuous moaned, melting under his expert touch. “You do Daddy!” You cried out, tightening the grip you had on the bed sheets. 

“Who do you fucking belong to?” He asked in this predatory snarl, quickening his speed once more. “Scream my name babygirl- I want the others to know who fucking owns you.” 

“You do Namjoon!” You loudly whined, arching your back further as he pounded into with his skillful fingers, “You own me Daddy, only you!~” 

He could feel your silky walls clench around his digits as you came closer and closer to reaching your climax, “Do you wanna cum princess?” He purred while running his blunt fingernails along your arched spine. 

“Yes, Daddy~” You mewled as pure ecstasy overflowed your wanting body. Your walls clenched around him, your climax inching closer each passing second. “I wanna cum so fucking badly..” 

Tsk Tsk- clicking his tongue once more, shaking his tongue as he slowly retracted his fingers from your yearning cunt, “Too bad..” He scoffed, licking fingers clean from your sweet essence; grinning widely as he listened to your soft cries in protest.
Groping your hyper sensitive bum and thighs, he leaned forward; his plush lips right beside your ear as he remorselessly whispered, “It wouldn’t be a punishment if I let you cum- now would it, princess?” 

To Be Continued- Maybe~