so many feels jesus

If any of my British followers (or just anyone in general) is watching I’m A Celeb, message me? I need to talk about Joel urgently

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there’s nothing I can do

i’m helpless without you

Uta no Prince-sama Maji Love 1000% reaction

Okay so I’m watchin Uta no Prince-Sama for like the millionth time and the ending starts and I’m just

They dance and I just can’t even

Syo does his little heart thing and I

And then comes Otoya and Tokiya singing/dancing together and making the 1000 sign with their hands

Then Masato & Ren show up all fab like

After that the two cuties Syo & Natsuki start their duet

and basically at this point I’m like

so yeah that happens every time tbh

Sam Wilkinson Imagine (smut): First Time (requested by magcon-imagines-asfff)

You: hey babe

Sammy: what’s up, beautiful?

You: nm handsome just chillin at home alone.

Sammy: oh really? 😏

You: mmhm. Come over? I’m super bored.

Sammy: I’ll be over in 10.

You: someone’s eager.

Sammy: 😘

You really are bored out of your mind. Your parents left a couple hours ago to drive up to the funeral of some person you had never met, so you decided not to go. You have the whole place to yourself for the next couple of days.

Just as promised, you hear a knock on the door ten minutes later. You jump up eagerly from the couch and open it, your heart fluttering at the site of your beyond gorgeous boyfriend standing in front of you, grinning from ear to ear.

“Hey, baby,” Sammy beams, wrapping his strong arms around your waist and lifting you up.

“Hi,” you laugh in response, giving Sammy a quick peck on the lips.

“Come in,” you continue as soon as Sammy puts you back down on the ground again. “I was just watching Sex in the City.”

“How about we act out sex in this house?” Sammy asks cheekily, flinging himself down next to you on the couch.

“Sammy!” You screech and hit him on the arm playfully.

“I’m kidding! Unless you want to, of course.”

You blush and look down at your toes.

“I don’t know, I’ve kinda been thinking about it,” you say shyly.

“Really?” You look up to see Sammy staring at you full of lust and disbelief. You hesitate to answer.

“Yeah.”

“I don’t want to pressure you to do anything you don’t want to,” Sammy says tentatively.

“No, I do,” you respond, almost eagerly at the thought of it. “I really do.”

Sammy licks his lips and places his hand on your thigh.

“Okay, um… Do you want to go to your room?”

You blush even harder and nod. Sammy takes your hand in his and pulls you along into your room, closing and locking the door behind him. You sit down awkwardly on the bed and wait for Sammy to instruct you or something, however this works.

Sammy smiles down reassuringly at you and pulls his shirt over his head. You admire his toned body, feeling an unfamiliar tingling from between your thighs.

Sammy pushes you gently back onto the bed and climbs on top of you, connecting your lips briefly before beginning to suck and bite your neck. You let a couple moans escape as small sparks of pleasure wash over you.

Sammy begins grinding his hips into yours. You can feel your panties begin to soak as a small bulge forms underneath Sammy’s jeans. Your breathing picks up, your fingers running through Sammy’s hair and down his bare back. He backs off a bit, helping you pull your shirt up and over your head and then proceeds to removing his jeans and your sweatpants.

“You wouldn’t happen to have a condom, would you?” Sammy asks, suddenly hesitant.

“I’m on birth control,” you reply sweetly, smiling up at him.

“Nice,” Sammy chuckles, pecking your lips again.

You arch your back up and unhook your bra, throwing it across the room. Sammy’s hands roam across your chest, squeezing and kneading your breasts as he admires them with lustful eyes. He brings one breast to his mouth and begins licking and sucking on your nipple, causing a string of moans to escape from between your lips.

“Sammy, p-please,” you groan. “I can’t wait much longer.”

Sammy chuckles again and slips his hand into your soaking wet panties suddenly, rubbing the tip of his middle finger along your opening. You screech in pleasure as he flicks your clit, a smirk resting on his face. He is so damn sexy, you think to yourself.

“Sammy!” You moan, an unfamiliar knot building in your stomach. Sammy stops and pulls your panties down your legs, afterwards taking off his own boxers and positioning his hips in between your thighs. You admire his size with wide eyes.

“You’re absolutely sure you want to do this?” Sammy asks again, the concern evident in his features. You nod confidently in response.

“Okay, tell me to stop if it hurts too much, baby.”

“Okay,” you say quietly, keeping your eyes locked with Sammy’s and placing your hand on his shoulder. You don’t break eye contact as he slowly pushes into you, making you cringe as he stretches your walls.

“Are you okay?” Sammy asks, giving you a moment to adjust to his big size. You nod and urge him to continue. He slowly begins thrusting in and out of you, entwining his fingers with yours as you begin moaning, throwing your head back with pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re tight, baby,” Sammy pants, picking up the pace. You feel the knot in your stomach begin to become undone. You dig your nails into Sammy’s back as he groans in your ear, close to his own climax.

“I’m so close,” Sammy groans.

“I-I’m coming, Sammy, oh god,” you scream as the knot becomes undone, intense waves of pleasure taking over your body as your writhe against Sammy’s chest. You feel Sammy cum inside of you and then he collapses on top of you, breathing heavily. Both of you are exhausted.

“That was fucking amazing,” Sammy pants and rolls over, hugging you into his chest. He plants a kiss on your forehead and begins playing with your hair. You listen to his heartbeat gradually slow down.

“Was I okay for your first?” Sammy asks. You smile up at him and plant a passionate kiss on his lips.

“You were perfect.”

An Open Letter to Pan-Holmesian Fandom: Elementary is Not Your Punch Line

I listen to a lot of podcasts these days.  When I moved a few months ago, my commute went from being five minutes to being an hour and a half, one way.  Since I spend a lot of time stuck in traffic, quietly (or, you know, not so quietly) hating that one driver who decides to go 5mph in a 35mph zone, I listen to podcasts, because they keep me focused on something other than my irritation at every other driver on the road.  (Look, I’m not saying I have road rage.  I’m saying I have perfectly understandable road frustration that might come across as wrathful.)

Given that my two big interests in life are theatre and Sherlock Holmes, I naturally listen to a lot of podcasts about those two subjects.  And even then, it’s mostly Sherlock Holmes- I work in a theater almost every night and every weekend, sometimes I don’t want my volunteer job to follow me home!  And while listening to podcasts (and reading lots of blogs, because my job isn’t always fast paced and I gotta entertain myself somehow), I’ve noticed a very frustrating trend among those that are pan-Holmesian, and that’s to bash Elementary at every opportunity they get.

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Yowamushi Pedal Grande Road Opening 2

Realize ▷ ROOKiEZ is PUNK’D
      “I will never ever give up!”

i’ve never really understood how a celebrity could save a fan’s life.

until now.

until jared padalecki.

So many Christian’s today feel like they’re inadequate. Why? Because people talk about religion too much. They talk about ‘what to do’, ‘what to say’ and ‘what to feel’. The Christian church has warped Christianity into a religion; whereas, Christianity is simply and purely, your relationship with God. There are going to be struggles along the way, bumps in the road, but those are part of God’s love story with you! If you focus on being the “perfect Christian”, you’re always going to feel like you don’t measure up. And that is because you don’t! Which is why Jesus sacrificed His life for you! He died so that you can be enough! He died so that you do not have to feel alone and worthless. He died to give you the strength to truly live.

I get it

I appreciate the character development happening with Alec. I understand and respect his decision. I love him. And Lydia. And Magnus. I won’t hate on the writers or on Stephanie because of this. Because I honestly love that they’re doing this. I know that they won’t really get married. I know that Malec is endgame. I’m not worried. I GET IT, OKAY. BUT THAT DOESN’T MEAN THAT I CAN’T BE SALTY ABOUT THIS.

Originally posted by shawnasgonnagif

Sweet Jesus this ep.

Ok so this whole episode of Steven Universe just brought back all kinds of PTSD from Frybo. “Keeping it Together” had me doing anything but that.

On a less serious note, we finally got Peridot! Jeez, I almost forgot the sound of her voice it’d been so long.

But that’s not what is really making me cringe right now.

I’m just gonna call out the one part of that episode that’s got everyone exploding right now, the one where Garnet is just frozen in place while she confronts that fusion abomination. The tension as the scene unfurls is enough to just make the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. The gems are shown trying to find some way of forming, screaming as they struggle into this uncanny amalgam of arms and hands. Then, in a slow, calculated advance, it creeps up on Garnet and …

holds her?

I was straight up just waiting for that thing to tear Garnet in half violently or something, but that moment never came. It just sat there as Garnet wept in shock.

Then, moments later, she makes that remark that blows my mind.

This jumbled mess of limbs was formed from the forced fusion of shattered Crystal Gems. 

That made me think so sympathetically for Garnet then. It made so much sense. The hands that grabbed Garnet weren’t strangling or hurting, they were feeling … and recognizing. The limbs get a hold of her shoulder, then her face, then graze her hair, and for a second, I’m pretty sure they all collectively felt and recognized their dear old friend, someone who they haven’t known the touch of in along time.

“Garnet. Our Garnet.” 

I wanna say that’s also why Garnet doesn’t immediately destroy the clump of limbs. But this messes with my head. These shards are a part of gems that have “died” correct? But at the same time, a part of their conscious still exists in these pieces. So, imagine waking up from DYING, reality is severed and you’re mind is fragmented and fused with what appeared to be four other minds so you’re completely disoriented. 

Pain all over.

Then, like waking up in the morning, you just start lumbering forward after being resurrected from this long sleep, bumping into what you feel to be a familiar friend. You can’t see them, you can’t hear them, and in a horrifying way, you can hardly think them because of the lack of head.

But she’s there.

And I can just hardly keep myself together when I try to imagine their first impulse upon realizing it’s Garnet, grabbing her in a pleading manner, almost audibly begging:

“Garnet, I can’t see. We can’t see! H-help us …”