run on sentence sorry

@chloebennet: Dear Gigi Hadid, As a kid, (and frankly as an adult) people would make fun of me for being Chinese. For having “Asian eyes”. I would laugh it off because it was always a “joke”, and if I didn’t I was being “too sensitive”. But in reality it made me feel horrible. Like, just BEING ME was a joke that was not meant to be taken seriously. I was embarrassed of who I was. I dyed my hair blonde to make myself look less Asian just so I could feel “worthy” of the people who made me feel less than. Fortunately, now I know that none of this is true. That my value does not come from how I LOOK, but from my CHARACTER. From how I treat others. It hurts my heart to see someone like you, a beautiful young woman with so much influence, act in this inconsiderate way. This does not make you a bad person or racist, however, it does make you ignorant to the pain that your actions can cause others. No matter how unintentional those actions are. And, even if it was just “a joke”. So…to the young Asian men and women who are used to laughing off others ignorance, even though deep down you are hurting. I HEAR YOU. You are badass. You are awesome. Who you are is not “funny”. YOU determine your self worth. Be proud of who you are. 👊🏽💥–Also, I’m also sorry for how many run on sentences are this letter. 🤓 Love, Chloe

P.S. While I’m at it, Asian men are super sexy. So with all due respect fuck you Steve Harvey. (x)

Humans are Dangerous

So I was thinking about this whole aliens thing, and i remembered a post about aliens not being able to throw, and are very surprised at how a human could throw a wad paper into the trash can. I’m sorry its not linked, I couldn’t find it.

Anyways. I was thinking, maybe aliens cant aim? Just like, everything they do is in close contact, fighting, playing sports, exercising, whatever aliens do. Whenever they fight, the aliens with canons that actually hit their opponents are thought to be some amazing super race.

And then, humans come in. These bags of flesh who dont seem to be able to survive the conditions of their homeland. And then one casually throws a wad of paper into a bin a good 30 feet away. Of course, the aliens thought it was luck, that the humans hand just spasmed, and everyone was fine with that explanation.

Until humans joined into some war. Suddenly, no one was safe. Humans can be immense distances from their target and still hit. Ships with canons aren’t viewed as a bounty that no one else has, rather, a ship without one is useless; a resort ship.

Humans bring sports that involve aim, like basketball, football, soccer, badminton, tennis, practically everything! Archery and shooting ranges are fun spots to test your accuracy, available to the country! Even the games their children play, throwing water ballons, frisbees, the carnival games for gods sake!

And this is what causes the fear for aliens when they are in an area humans may are, or have, been. Humans can kill them out of their eyesight, untraceable.

Aim, such a small thing, aim, caused aliens to want humans when fighiting, would do anything for them, the humans becoming tyrants, the universe their tyranny, without even knowing, as humans are completely oblivious to everything.

Sorry for the run on sentences, I ramble a lot.

So, um, @kotyonoksnz is a literal gift to this community and her art is always PHENOMENAL, but her latest drawing of sick Shiro has killed me. I am dead because Shiro just looks so sick and miserable, and it needs a fic accompanied with it (also this is the most inspiration I’ve had for writing in so long omg)

Also, Theres a ton of mention of vomiting and stuff in this chapter. You have been warned.

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College and daycares are a breeding ground for germs. Seeing as how Shiro has never stepped foot in a daycare in his life, he definitely picked up the stomach bug he’d been battling for the last few days from someone on campus.

He could handle anything but a stomach bug. Literally, anything else would have been fine - hell, he would have even taken the flu over this.

He was miserable.

He had been on the couch in his and Keith’s dorm, shivering underneath a thick black hoodie. His stomach was churning constantly, leaving him perpetually queasy and feeling like he was on the verge of vomiting at any moment.

Keith, God bless him, had skipped classes the past few days to sit with him on the couch. He was sitting cross legged, balancing a textbook on his right thigh, while Shiro laid with his head on Keith’s left thigh.

“You sure you don’t want a blanket? You’re shivering.” Keith asked, looking up from the text and down at the larger man.
“M'not…” Shiro trailed off, his voice wavering as he fought back tears. “M'not cold.”
“Alright.” Keith said simply and went back to reading.

If it wasn’t enough that Shiro had contracted the stomach bug from hell, the fever, coupled with how poorly he was feeling was making him emotional.

“Shiro, you’re okay.” Keith soothed a few moments later, as Shiro choked on yet another sob.
“I just…I want my mom.” He whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut.
Keith had a hand on his head, stroking it gently. “I know.”
“Why did I choose to go to a college so far away?” He moaned, clenching his jaw as his stomach rolled.

He hardly even had the energy to cry, he had been so sick that Keith was surprised he hadn’t landed himself in the emergency room yet.

Keith shrugged. “Have you called her?”
He shook his head, curling and uncurling his toes as pain and nausea shot through his stomach. He all but whimpered, “‘can’t handle it right now.”
He frowned. “Yeah…hey, how are you feeling?”
Shiro chuckled humorlessly, breathless. “Really?”
“No, I mean…just let me know if you’re gonna…you know.”
Shiro’s stomach churned again, this time accompanied by rolling heat that prickled at his back and stomach. “I-I think…”

As soon as he shuddered, and wrapped an arm around his abdomen, Keith grabbed the bin that was in front of him on the floor and shoved it towards Shiro as he rolled on his stomach and propped himself up. He leaned over the side of the couch, stomach heaving as he emptied what little he had left in it.

Shiro ran his hand halfway through his hair, pushing it out of the way. Keith had his hand on his back.

“Okay, shit. Uh…it’s fine. Just breathe, I-I guess.”

Even though this was nothing new, and Keith wasn’t surprised, he still sucked at comforting people.

“S-sor-” Shiro was cut off by another heave.
“Why are you apologizing? Don’t apologize. You’re sick, it’s fine.”

Once Shiro had finished, he collapsed down into his stomach, pressing his cheek to Keith’s leg, his eyelids drooping.

“Hey.” Keith said, looking down at Shiro and pushing his hair off of the sick man’s clammy forehead. “Don’t sleep yet, you need to drink water.”
Shiro mumbled something incoherent, staring straight ahead through heavy eyelids.

“I know you feel terrible, but you’re going to get dehydrated. Come on, dude.”
Shiro groaned, squeezing his eyes shut. “I really don’t feel well, Keith.”
“Yeah, I’ve gathered that from four days of puke.” Keith bristled, worry gnawing at the pit of his stomach. “You’re going to feel even worse when I take you to the hospital and you get a needle shoved in your arm.”
“No hospital.”
“Yeah I agree. I’m not carrying your ass there, you’ll squish me.”
“It’s a good thing you’re not a nurse.” Shiro slurred, eyes going in and out of focus. “Your bedside manner sucks.”
Keith chuckled lightly. “Think you can sit up okay?”

Shiro nodded, and slowly pushed himself into a sitting position. Keith leaned forward to grab the glass of water from the coffee table and handed it to his roommate.

Shiro raised it to his lips with shaky hands.

Keith eyed him, taking note of Shiro’s pale complexion. His face had taken on a slightly grey tinge, which was, quite honestly, scaring the shit out of Keith. Because Shiro hadn’t gotten much sleep, and he was just so exhausted, he looked as if he had bruises underneath his eyes. His eyes, which usually looked so full of life, were dull, signaling just how miserable he was feeling.

“Now don’t chug it or you’ll just make yourself sick.”
Shiro nodded, and once Keith was satisfied, he slumped back down, resuming his previous position.

“Get some sleep.” Keith said softly, putting his hand back on Shiro’s head.

Shiro simply nodded.

I can read Pride and Prejudice and listen to Taylor Swift and wear tight shirts and lipgloss and still quote Shakespeare and flirt with boys I don’t have feelings for and at the same time be an expert on feminist social justice issues goddamn I can be ditsy and girly and giggly and still intelligent and focused and grounded why is this such a hard concept for people to grasp

hey guys not to be a su critical blogger but star vs the foe had much better villain development and tragic backstory with ludo, who had a family who didn’t care about him, was treated like a joke, lost everything, and had to work for anything he needed than su, which had an evil, homophobic dictator suddenly become a sad, tragic character who somehow isn’t problematic just because she lost a loved one or smthn. and ludo wasn’t even put under the “boo-hoo I need sympathy” light as much as blue diamond was.

♥ TEXTS FROM LAST NIGHT MEME
feel free to adjust sentences to make it fit your muse better!

  • [ TEXT ] I love her so much I can forgive her for wearing crocs
  • [ TEXT ] This is the second time this month a hookup cried when I left…bro get your shit together bar does NOT equal wife 😬
  • [ TEXT ] I bet your mom’s never met a girl who’s thrown up at the presidential inauguration before though.
  • [ TEXT ] Do you really want to know anything about the inner machinations of a furry’s mind
  • [ TEXT ] You snapped me at 3am drunk laying on your floor asking if I knew how we couldn’t have predicted the housing crisis.
  • [ TEXT ] I guess the weekly d&d orgies are treating you well
  • [ TEXT ] I woke up naked with a duck on my head. I think something went horribly wrong.
  • [ TEXT ] I saw a penis covered in glitter tonight.
  • [ TEXT ] Don’t tell me I can do whatever makes me happy while also saying I have to put on pants.
  • [ TEXT ] Don’t take a pillow from my bed. You don’t know which ones of them my vagina has been on
  • [ TEXT ] I just got a text giving me an hour window for when my vibrator is gonna be delivered. If that’s not awesome customer service, I don’t know what is.
  • [ TEXT ] my birth father cheated on his wife with my birth mother. it’s literally in my blood to be a home wrecker.
  • [ TEXT ] that’s what I’m here for. I’m literally just bad advice mixed with motivational sentences.
  • [ TEXT ] sorry for running off in the middle of that heart to heart. free food.
  • [ TEXT ] All she has to do is text me and my dick gets hard. She asked how my day was going and it got hard.
  • [ TEXT ] Dude I turned down free booze. I think I’m growing as a person.
  • [ TEXT ] Can’t tell if it’s the drugs or science magic, but I *THINK* that mouse just turned into a squirrel.
  • [ TEXT ] I WAS SURROUNDED BY HAIRY BALLS ALL ALONE.
  • [ TEXT ] it was a hallmark card with butt plugs
  • [ TEXT ] Just asphyxiate me and toss my corpse in the Ocean. It’ll be easier than whatever the next four or eight years will bring.
  • [ TEXT ] It began the way the best stories do—with some naïve jackasses in a place they had no business being at.
  • [ TEXT ] His ex told me that she wanted me to “take care of” him but from the way she said it I couldn’t tell if she wants me to look after him or murder him.
  • [ TEXT ] If you fuck up my birthday by dying I will kick your fucking corpse.
  • [ TEXT ] UVE SEEN MY TITS OKAY STOP CRYING
  • [ TEXT ] We’re lying on the pavement outside of the college. No one has asked if we’re okay. I think they all understand.
  • [ TEXT ] Quick question—how good are you at digging holes? I mean, besides the one you’ve dug for yourself. asking for a friend
  • [ TEXT ] i found you laying on the floor staring at the ceiling and you kept muttering “why” in various inflections.
  • [ TEXT ] Drunk sperm are not productive sperm.
  • [ TEXT ] Of course I fucked him. He was wearing a rainbow cock sock and cowboy boots.
  • [ TEXT ] I couldn’t find my hair brush so I just brushed my hair with a cat brush. I should not be dating.
  • [ TEXT ] Why thank you for your unwanted opinion, person I’ve never met before.
  • [ TEXT ] Lol woke up with mangoes in bed with me
  • [ TEXT ] how do i act around someone who’s shoes i puked in while naked and blackout?
  • [ TEXT ] he made me cum so hard i had an asthma attack
  • [ TEXT ] I never imagine I’d say this, but can I ask Jeff for the butt plugs back even though it was a gift and we broke up?
  • [ TEXT ] Why can’t they just let me be the gorgeous cum dumpster that I know I’m meant to be?
  • [ TEXT ] There’s nothing like when u really click with a stripper
  • [ TEXT ] Yeah last night got weird fast. No lie, a kid pulled a butt-plug with a tail out of his ass.
  • [ TEXT ] I have booze and I wanna give you a bj. How can you be mad at me?
  • [ TEXT ] Hey! Happy Birthday! Could you do me a favor and bring my underwear to the bar?
  • [ TEXT ] He radiates elegant sexual dominance. I bet even his balls have pinstripes.
  • [ TEXT ] That dick was not the dick of a twenty year old
  • [ TEXT ] You stared at a Swedish dude for like 5 minutes then asked him “shouldn’t you be yelling at dragons”
  • [ TEXT ] I have to choose between charging my phone or my vibrator. This is bullshit.

I would bet five whole dollars that they start the first episode next season with Oliver being being mayor/dad/green arrow and then they slowly add in everyone else throughout the episode - like Thea picks Will up from school, Quentin calls for something, Digg calls from the lake where the poor man deserves to be with little Sara, I mean JJ (still a little bitter) AND THEN THEY WAIT UNTIL THE FREAKING END OF THE EPISODE TO HAVE OLIVER AND WILL WALK IN TO FELICITY BURNING SOMETHING IN THEIR KITCHEN IN THE LOFT. 😱😱😱

Save Me [Part 1]

Originally posted by jengkook

hi! can i please request a kind of angsty vampire!au scenario with jungkook where he’s a vampire who has an interest in you and you have feelings for him, but he sleeps around with other human girls as well and when you start to get tired of it you cut off communication with him and avoid him so he tries to get you back through sweet gestures and staying with you instead of going around? sorry this is like one run on sentence omg. thank you, and i love your writing~ 

Warnings: Graphic violence, blood mention, death mention

You flitted through the stack of papers on your desk, fingers carding through them in a panic as the ringing of your phone blared through the silence of the office.

”Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You muttered in a frustrated mantra, needing to find that contract before your boss lifted her lazy ass out of her cushioned chair and came to rip your head off.

”What’s going on, beautiful?” A familiar voice spoke directly into your ear and you jumped with a high squeal, your hands slipping over the file you’d been flipping through. You hissed as you felt the edge of the thick paper slice the tip of your index finger, your face puckering in pain as you sucked it into your mouth, the metallic taste of blood hitting your tongue.

“I don’t have time to talk right now, Jungkook.” You mumbled around the digit, soothing the throbbing cut by suckling fervently.

Normally, you’d rather punch yourself in the head than pass up an opportunity to chat up your boss’ newly hired head assistant, but now was not the time. You had about five minutes before you risked losing your job. Jungkook cleared his throat, straightening up into a standing position and taking a couple of steps back from you.

“What, uh–What are you looking for?” He asked in a voice that seemed an octave or two deeper than his normal tone.

“Sunyoung needs the contract from the Hyatae deal.” You spoke in a rush, yanking your finger out of your mouth with a wet ‘pop’ once the frustration of sorting through papers with only one hand got the best of you.

“Mm,” He hummed and through your peripheral vision you could see him shift. “This one?”

Jungkook held the paper out in front of you, blocking your vision with bold black print. Your eyes moved over the underlined words on the very top of the page, and when you realized it was in fact the paper you were looking for, you snatched it out of his hand and bounced excitedly from foot to foot.

“Thank you!” You squealed. “Thank you, thank you, thank you! Oh my God, I could kiss you right now, Jungkook. You’re amazing!”

He laughed at your excitement, tucking his hands into the pockets of his slacks and lifting his shoulders in a nonchalant shrug. “It’s nothing. I wouldn’t object to a kiss, though.”

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anonymous asked:

why harry is the only one who does something with well known and huge names

Harry has connections to older established rock legends through his manager’s father (and co-owner of his management company) and they’ve also been building his name for years in anticipation of this so established artists also want to use his name to promote themselves, however I don’t agree with what you’re saying because Liam just released a song written by Ed Sheeran who is well known and a huge name (and I thought there was talk of a potential Drake collab?) so yes Harry probably has different connections based on who he’s working with and how they’ve built his individual name, but I do think there are opportunities for the others as well, and I also don’t think they need to do something with huge names to succeed. I really think they can be very successful on their own. We’ll see what else we get.

Can we talk for a second about how smart Sharon Carter is?

Especially in regards to deciding to share Bucky’s location in Civil War?

From her perspective, she knows Steve and Sam want to take Bucky in alive, and are willing to risk their lives to go after him. Instead of having a bunch of agents that Bucky can easily overpower and kill, Sharon can give Steve and Sam Bucky’s location so that they can at least tire Bucky out before her agents get there, and make it safer for them.

Also, she knows part of Bucky’s history, like what Natasha said about him having 2 dozen confirmed assassinations. Honestly, I don’t think this is an act of her being blindly loyal to Steve because she realized that Bucky would have tons of information that would have taken the CIA interns years to decipher from the information Natasha leaked. By taking Bucky in alive, they can use the knowledge he has to confirm his kills, see if he was forced to kill anyone else, maybe even learn about the other winter soldiers, and learn if he was working for someone when he set off that bomb.

So, Sharon made her decision because she has a logical reason to want to take Bucky in alive, and knows someone who is willing to try and won’t be killed in the process of apprehending him.

Don’t You Cry (A Brothers Together Short)

Y’know, that’s not what an apology sounds like.”

There’s always a risk with Oscar prompts that I’ll end up thinking about Brothers Together Oscar. The little sweetie needs to be checked up on from time to time.


Oscar wished humans didn’t come to his motel to have their fights, but he was used to it by now. The loud, sharp sound of voices so much more powerful than his wavered in the stale air within the walls and the air ducts. Raw emotion that could overwhelm him like a tide ensured that he knew exactly where they were just from the sheer volume. Most of the time, it ended with a door slamming.

He sighed as he wandered his route through the motel. In the vents and the walls, under the floorboards and above the ceiling, Oscar had a routine that he kept to every day. Knowing the schedule and when to nab a stray trinket or dropped piece of food was his entire livelihood.

Today was a good day as far as that was concerned. His bag was comfortably heavy with the spoils of his search for food, and there was even a raisin he was looking forward to eating later. He’d also found a half-emptied packet of tissues underneath a dresser. He carried that under one arm, unsure of what he’d even use it for but glad for the find.

It just figured that a lover’s quarrel would erupt while he was on his way home.

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i have this headcanon that remus lupin makes the best hot chocolate at hogwarts and everyone knows it and he’s kind of lowkey famous for how good it is and one day he was caught by mcgonagall after hours probably getting high or just wandering around the castle for no reason tbh and was able to avoid detention by making her some of his famous hot chocolate and he even somehow managed to get ten points for gryffindor with a stern warning from mcgonagall to stay out of trouble.

Eddsworld ?? Medieval au ??

idk me and a pal have being looking over some stuff I typed way back when and I said id post the first little bit so I mean !!





The large palace remained brightly lit even though it was almost dawn. The summer air moved its way through the dim hallways as the king walked throughout, a surprisingly happy look on his face. With all that had been going on in the past few weeks it had been hard for King Edward to focus at all. Between battling rival troops and dealing with problems within his own kingdom, it was just all weighing down on him. But the guardsmen had brought good news, some enemy troops had been defeated. Of course this meant a celebration was to the held. Edd nearly ran through the halls to find his first enchanter. He just knew he would be ecstatic to hear the news. Edd opened the doors leading into the alchemy lab, Tom was usually always here, and if he wasn’t there, he was out to battle (or in the tavern).

Edd smiled as he saw Tom at his usual spot, sitting in front of the enchantment table, he looked up as he heard the doors open. “Edd… You look rather excited…” Tom said, a sudden wave of curiosity rushing over him as he wondered why the king was so giddy. “It’s the rivals, Matt’s guardsmen just told me that they defeated the troops that were down by the rivers” Tom smiled as he heard the news, they had been fighting these enemy troops for months, so to hear they defeated one fleet of them was amazing news.

“That’s great Edd! Now I’m guessing you are going to throw a party-“ Edd laughed slightly, “Well you know it’s what the people would want, Tom.” Tom chuckled, flicking his hand slightly as he turned back to the sword he was enchanting, the steel of the blade glowing a light purple color. Edd raised an eyebrow and looked to Tom for an answer. “It’s for Matt, He asked me to put a bunch of enchantments onto the old thing so he can give it to his next in command… I don’t know why he is such a sap; I mean for the first knight you think he’d be super strict to his fleet. But I mean the guy doesn’t ever get mad at them.” Tom laughed. “My fleet knows me by now- They’ve seen me lose it quite the number of times..”

He said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. Edd smiled fondly at his friend, placing a hand on Tom’s shoulder. “No need to worry about that, It just comes with the job.” Edd said with his face still holding a large smile. Edd turned on his heel, walking back to the door in which he entered. “Keep up the good work, Tom. I’m going to go wait for Matt’s fleet to get back.” Edd said opening the large wooden doors, taking his leave.

i guess ?? thats like a bit of it,, idk rlly the whole thing i just came up with one day, edd is the king and matt is first knight along with first enchanter tom. Idk , take my rubbish

a new island formed off the coast of nc this spring and its so wild authorities are desperately trying to keep people from swimming over (the distance from the mainland is like 50 feet) bc of sharks and rip currents 

and now apparently a “military object” washed ashore today so they had to evacuate the island until the thing is identified and removed 

this island is only a few months old and already has a more interesting history than my hometown

Love on the Road: Dean Winchester Imagine.

Pairing: Dean x Reader 

Word Count: 1,717

Warnings:Something resembling smut, pent up sexual tension

A/N: This is my first time doing one of these things. I wrote it down and I just really wanted to show it with someone. So, I thought “Hey why not Tumblr?” So, I’m just kind of winging it here, sorry about the awful grammar and run on sentences, hence why I’m not an English major. 

Description: After Sam has made the ultimate sacrifice to save the world from the wrath of Lucifer and Michael and the impending Apocalypse, by sacrificing himself and jumping in the cage. Ever since Dean and Sam’s would be fiance have been traveling all over the continent to find some way to help get Sam out of the cage. But, along the way Dean and Sam’s fiance soon find that after traveling together all these months they start to realize that their feelings for each other are starting to deepen into something more than just friends.

Btw: This is in First person point of view.

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The road through Arizona’s deserts seemed endless. The road itself was cracked and bumpy in most places, making the impala jolt every now and again. i watched as Dean stared out onto the open road, tapping his fingers along with the beat of Tom Petty’s Mary Jane’s Last Dance. His green eyes seemed brighter than usual with the glare of the sun shining off the dashboard. I hadn’t ever noticed just how…beautiful he was before, since I love Sam, and always have. But, since the time that he’s been stuck in the cage and all these months of traveling around with Dean trying to find a way to break him out. I’ve noticed I’ve been having more of these moments, when we’re out on the road, and we have these long periods of comfortable silence, with none of us talking and only the sounds are the songs on the radio. And sometimes I look over at Dean and catch a glimpse of this ethereal beauty that he has, like his long eyelashes, or his soft rose lips. So, different from the rock hard exterior that he puts on every day in front of everyone, including me. And especially since Sam’s…. since Sam has been gone. But these quiet moments when he’s driving, and focusing on only the twist and turns of the open road, I see the soft beauty sneak out. 

Dean glanced at me, his soft brown hair is longer than it usually is, and the top of his head was spiked up, where he’d been running his fingers through it constantly. Dean smiled at me.

“What’s on your mind Y/N?” 

I snapped out of my reverie and looked into his eyes. “Nothing.” I smiled back. 

“Well you look like you’re having one hell of a daydream and you’re looking at me like I’m the star of it.” he smirked. I laughed and smacked his arm.

“Dean Winchester always so modest.”

“Of course. I’m nothing if not a humble man.” he smiled, looking back at the road. and I did the same, but out of the corner of my eye I saw him look back at me with this intense look. His mouth parted like he wanted to say something but he closed his mouth and looked back at the road. 

We drove through the desert until Dean was too tired to keep driving and was too stubborn to let me drive. So, we pulled over for the night at a nearby seedy motel. I waited by the impala as Dean checked us in. He came out of the lobby with a room key spinning around his finger. 

“Okay so who are we this time?” 

Dean smirked at me. “Brad and Angelina.” He chuckled.

“You do know their not together anymore right?”

“A man can dream Y/N” 

“So, Brad do you want the shower first?”

“Nah, you go ahead, just don’t hog all the hot water again would ya?” He asked, turning the key in the lock and opening the door for us.

“I can’t make any promises Winchester.” I said as we walked inside.

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Twenty minutes later i heard Dean banging on the bathroom door.

“Y/N! i really meant it when i said don’t take all the hot water!” He shouted through the door.

“Alright, alright. I’m coming!” I shouted back and turned off the shower, and stepped out. I wrapped a towel around myself and opened the door and came face to face with Dean. 

“Oh. I didn’t know you were right at the door.” I blushed, and clutched my towel a bit tighter.

“Oh, I, Umm. Sorry Y/N.” 

“It’s okay.” I said meekly, and looked into his jade green eyes. My breathing became shaky as Dean looked down at my body, as if really noticing it for the first time. I cleared my throat. “Did you want to use the shower now?”

Dean’s eyes snapped back up to mine, and there was that intense look again. The one he thought I didn’t see in the car. 

“Y/N.” he whispered to me, as he reached his hand out towards my face, taking a stray wet hair and tucked it behind my ear. I felt the blush in my cheeks rise again and looked away from Dean’s intense gaze. “I shouldn’t.” He whispered so softly, I almost didn’t hear him and he was standing right in front of me. He took the pad of his thumb and traced the edge of my jaw, lifting my eyes up to meet his once again. “You’re not mine to have. You’re Sammy’s girl. We’re trying to get him back, and this-” His thumb moved it’s way to my lips and traced my bottom lip. “This would be the ultimate betrayal to Sam, after everything he sacrificed to save us both.” He paused and let out a deep sigh, still not breaking contact with me. “But, damn it Y/N, if you feel the same way that I’m feeling right now, and just say the word. I’ll forget every thing i just said and consequences be damned.” 

I could feel my heart pound in my chest as it was yanked in two different directions, one in the direction of Sam, my fiance; who I love with everything i have left in this shit hole of a world. But, then there’s Dean, my best friend, Sam’s brother, and someone who has been by my side ever since Sam jumped. I let out a steady breath and I could already see the understanding in Dean’s eyes, but just as he was about to pull away; I let my towel fall to the floor, and took Dean’s beautiful face in his and kissed him.

Dean wasted no time, as he pulled my naked body into his, and deepened the kiss. “Oh, Y/N” He moaned against my lips as his tongue slipped past my lips and battled mine for dominance over the kiss. Dean won, hands down, and he picked me up and wrapped my legs around his waist, without breaking the kiss and led us to the bed. 

I let out a chuckled as we flopped onto the bed, and I watched as Dean took his shirt off, and threw it across the room, like it was his fucking profession.

“Damn, that was hot.” I smiled, biting my bottom lip.

“Oh, Y/N you haven’t seen nothing yet.” He growled at me, and I felt a delicious shiver go down my back all the way to my toes. I watched as Dean towered above me, both of his knees rested on either side of my thighs. He took his index and middle finger and began to trace from the column of my neck to the valley of my breasts, earning a shiver from me, as he traced his rough fingers around both of my nipples. He watched my every reaction as he fingers traced all over my body, as if he was sizing up the feast he was about to eat. I was panting by the time his fingers, traced around my belly button, and eventually found their way to my center. 

I let out a loud moan as Dean swirled around my clit.”Does that feel good Y/N?” He asked with an evil smirk on his face. I only moaned in response.

“Come on Y/N. Tell me how it feels or I’ll stop.”

“It feels fucking fantastic you son of a bitch!” I growled out, and this made Dean laugh. 

“That’s much better.” He smiled and placed his other hand on my breast, massaging it and matching the rhythm of his fingers. “I have to admit to you Y/N I’ve been thinking, that I’ve been thinking about what I’d do to you if I ever got you naked in my bed. Would I go slow with you? Tease you? Or would i just fuck you savagely like I’ve been dreaming about for months?” 

I let out a moan as his fingers,drove deeper in me and he took his thumb and rubbed my clit, while his other two fingers pumped in and out of me. “I-I think i prefer the second option.” I moaned out. 

“I thought you might.” Dean said as without another word, he removed his fingers and started unbuckling his pants, and quickly brought them done far enough so he could free himself. He grabbed my calves and pulled me down to him and positioned  himself at my entrance and thrusted inside me, earning a moan from the both of us. I wrapped my legs around his waist bringing deeper inside me, and raked my nails down his taunt back as he moved inside me He went slow at first getting the groove of it, then he moved faster, our bodies becoming one as he moved inside in me. He growled as my nails bit down harder on his back as he pounded into me. 

“Fuck.” He ground out. I tangled my fingers in his soft hair, pulling on it slightly, earning another groan from Dean. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me up to his chest as he continued thrusting, and kissed me deeply, his tongue plundering my senses as we reached the edge of our climax and fell off together. We both let out a sigh of relief and flopped back down on the bed together. Dean was still inside of me as he tried to steady himself over me, by propping his elbows on either side of me. 

“How was that?” He chuckled. 

“Not, bad. Had better, but not bad Winchester.” I smirked. 

“Oh, you are a cruel wicked thing Y/N.” 

Dean removed himself from me and helped me underneath the sheets, and removed his pants only, leaving him in his boxers. He wrapped his arms around me and rested his head in the crook of my neck. We laid there for hours, not speaking, both of us no doubt starting to feel the weight of what we had done, start to creep on us. I let out a sigh and tried to push away the thoughts of seeing Sam heart broken knowing what we’d done, and snuggled deeper into Dean’s warm body. I pushed away the weight of the consequences from my chest till morning and tried to enjoy the unregretful bliss of the night as i felt my eyes begin to close, as i listened to the steady breathing of Dean.

anonymous asked:

Do you have any knolage on if those $3 binders from wish are okay? Do they bind well/ are they "safe"?

Lee says:

They don’t sound safe to me because they’re so cheap. I’d save up for a gc2b binder if I were you.

These are the binder companies I’ve heard enough about to say they’re relatively safe:

These are the binder-y companies that I haven’t heard as much about so you ought to do your research before buying a binder from them, and decide if they’re safe and worth spending your money on compared to buying a gc2b for example: *

I would recommend @gc2b-apparel binders over any other binder I’ve had personal experience with. They work better than the Underworks binder I have, but Underworks is also a reputable company. 

*sorry for the awful run-on sentence there

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Dear Gigi Hadid, As a kid, (and frankly as an adult) people would make fun of me for being Chinese. For having “Asian eyes”. I would laugh it off because it was always a “joke”, and if I didn’t I was being “too sensitive”. But in reality it made me feel horrible. Like, just BEING ME was a joke that was not meant to be taken seriously. I was embarrassed of who I was. I dyed my hair blonde to make myself look less Asian just so I could feel “worthy” of the people who made me feel less than. Fortunately, now I know that none of this is true. That my value does not come from how I LOOK, but from my CHARACTER. From how I treat others. It hurts my heart to see someone like you, a beautiful young woman with so much influence, act in this inconsiderate way. This does not make you a bad person or racist, however, it does make you ignorant to the pain that your actions can cause others. No matter how unintentional those actions are. And, even if it was just “a joke”. So…to the young Asian men and women who are used to laughing off others ignorance, even though deep down you are hurting. I HEAR YOU. You are badass. You are awesome. Who you are is not “funny”. YOU determine your self worth. Be proud of who you are. 👊🏽💥–Also, I’m also sorry for how many run on sentences are this letter. 🤓 Love, Chloe

P.S. While I’m at it, Asian men are super sexy. So with all due respect fuck you Steve Harvey.