first. he touches you and you light on fire. your wrist blazes where his fingers meet your skin. the burns don’t show, but it’s hard to breathe with ash in your lungs. it’s so hard to breathe. you’re suffocating daily. second. it hurts to watch him. he shines. he’s brighter than the sun, he’s too beautiful for your eyes. it’s hard to look at him. it’s even harder to look away from him. you’re going blind. third. your ears are tuned to his voice. you could pick him out in a sea of thousands. his voice makes pretty singers who sing pretty songs sound dull. his voice makes everything else sound ugly. fourth. the color of his eyes is blue enough to drown in. he is turning you into a clichéd love-wrecked being. you’re drowning, always sinking. down, down, down. fifth. you know him. you love him. through a thousand lifetimes, across millions of stars, you’d find him, you’d never leave him. you love him, till death do you part.
Even though it’s frustrating, and hearing Hanssen say “she’s decided to stay” felt like the biggest slap in the face, I adore this woman and I ache over the thought of her being so hard on herself. Professionally she is in complete control, she is who you want in a crisis, she’s bloody good at what she does and she knows it! Professional Bernie is the ’Big macho army medic’ oh and how she’s made me swoon since day one. But personally? she’s so much more fragile than I ever would’ve expected and it’s kinda great in a way that the writers have given her that dimension, and flipped the old ‘lesbian/bi character seduces straight character’ on it’s head.Don’t get me wrong, she has seduced Serena and made her fall in love with her, but in terms of pushing things forward she isn’t the aggressor. Serena is the more confident, she’s been completely open with how she feels- totally in keeping with Serena Campbell’s character, god love that woman! Bernie has so much guilt over hurting her family, Marcus and Alex that she denies herself the chance to even see where her love for Serena will take her. How sad is that? she’s convinced that all she’ll do is cause pain and suffering and that’s heart breaking.
No- one is tougher on Bernie than Bernie…“you stupid, stupid coward” -
I wish she spoke to herself the way she speaks to others, because she is a great friend, always very quick to show kindness to everyone but herself . She isn’t a coward, and I wish she believed that she deserves this happiness because she does, and so does Serena.
So come home Bernie and embrace being loved by the one and only Serena Campbell, because that is an absolute gift.
So can we like…start normalizing the idea that not everyone dates or has their first boyfriend/girlfriend in junior high or high school?
There are plenty of people who go into college with little to no dating experience. There are tons of people who go into college having not had their first kiss yet. It’s not wrong; everyone experiences things at a different pace, and that’s okay. Don’t feel pressured into doing things you’re not comfortable with at the time just because you feel like you have to fill some sort of “quota.”
You know…just because you love someone doesn’t mean all your character flaws exponentially change so you can be better to the person you love. Sometimes, it takes a really, really, really long time to change something about yourself or one of your flaws, even for someone you love, even if you know that trait is indisputably a flaw about yourself. Sometimes you do change, but sometimes you relapse.
With Hae Soo, I was so frustrated with her for not trusting and not being understanding of Wang So. And yet, I understood her. How is So supposed to know that in another life, she was betrayed by both her best friend and her boyfriend? How is he supposed to know that even in this life, she was betrayed by another man she loved? And yet, she was. She was and she’s scarred.
So is not the only one that has had a hard life, and although you may argue that he’s suffered more than Soo in life, it is honestly messed up to trivialize Soo’s pain based off of So’s experiences. To each person, suffering is relative, and the worst pain you’ve ever experienced hurts just as much as the worst pain someone else has experienced. And for someone as idealistic as Go Ha Jin inside Hae Soo’s body, that kind of continuous betrayal wrecks you. So regardless of how much So trusts Soo, it is not that easy to trust once you’ve been betrayed that many times.
Soo is trying her best; we saw it when she left the letter for So about Eun’s whereabouts. We saw it when she questioned why he was smiling so much after a stressful day in court, but didn’t press it when he dismissed her concern. We saw it when she objected Ji Mong, knowing that So will be steadfast as long as she still wants to be queen. It’s not that she’s not trying, it’s that it’s just not that easy.
On the other hand, I think that with misogyny it’s so easy to be blinded by So’s devotion and hail him as the perfect, unwavering man. If you look underneath the surface, So is actually so unforgiving. Just because he completely trusts Soo, he expects her to be able to immediately trust him 100% in return. How unrealistic is that? He really shouldn’t have just walked away after telling Hae Soo she should have understood him. He should have stayed, knowing that Hae Soo can’t just follow him out because she literally doesn’t have permission to just go after a king like that. When he was deciding to kill Chae Ryung, he should have warned Hae Soo beforehand so she could prepare himself.
One of So’s character flaws is that when So believes his actions are justifiable, he acts without any warning, and expects everyone to just automatically understand him. When they don’t, his reaction is literally violent. He was taking it for granted that Hae Soo understands him better than anyone else. Regardless of how much she understands him, she’s not a mind reader.
What is so great about this drama is that it is so frustrating. It’s not supposed to paint this picture of the world bending for you just because you are in love. Everything goes wrong, and just because you are deeply in love doesn’t mean you automatically become perfect for each other or even good for each other. That doesn’t invalidate your love in any way, it just goes to show that not all loves can change the world.
Don't mind Hanamaki-chan, no one really care you don't have a horse dick nor you were big in the begin with. And even if you don't beat Iwaizumi and Matsukawa at it, you actually don't need it since they can't beat you at bottoming.
-”The best!” =“Mattsun, for once in your life.. shut up.”
Even if they’re shameless, I am certain there are SOME things Makki is not comfortable talking about… :D
calvin said he would get off to choking so i whipped up this quick lil thing because i am SHOOK
also this is for all the anons who have been requesting dom!cal smut for weeks now
WARNINGS: smut, choking, lots of it
btw i’m posting this from mobile so sorry for lack of readmore
“Fuck, fuck, okay,” I said, securing the condom over my cock, readying myself at her entrance as there she lay, sprawled out, legs open, hands delicately at rest on either side of her soft face, and my hands were firmly pressed into the mattress on either side of her delicate frame. “Are you ready?”
She giggled. “Yes.”
And so I pushed into her, slowly at first, allowing her tight walls to adjust around me, never once breaking eye contact with her. As I pushed, she let out a small gasp, and then sighed melodiously as I pulled back out slowly, and then in again.
“Mm,” she hummed.
“Fuck,” I sighed, long and drawn out under my breath, as my rhythm began to quicken. She whimpered under me, tracing her palms down the sides of my face, tightening her grip whenever I thrust into her sweetest spot.
“Fuck, baby,” she whimpered, lifting her legs up slightly to wrap them around my waist.
“Yeah, just like that,” I grunted in between wet slaps into her, “Moan for me. Just like that.”
“Calvin,” she hummed, “Choke me.”
I stopped dead in my tracks. “What?” I panted, catching my breath.
“I want to feel your hands around my throat.”
It was a prospect that had never been suggested to me, and thus one I never thought about, but in that moment the simple request of wringing her neck in my palms made me grow harder, and thus I obliged.
“Fuck, okay,” I said, slipping my hands up to her neck. “How do I- Fuck, I mean, I don’t want to hurt you, so how do I, like…”
“Press against the sides,” she giggled, “that way, you don’t, like, actually kill me.“
"Shit, alright,” my voice trembled, but it was a tremor of excitement, and at her okay I tightened my grasp and continued thrusting into her. I don’t know what it was about having this dominance over her, feeling her flesh between my palms, the way she smiled up at me in between gasps and gags, but by God I loved it. I rolled my groin against hers ever faster, and I could feel sweat begin to collect at the top of my head, but not once did I let go of her petite throat.
“Please,” she croaked, and in that moment, I swore I love her, and the stronger my heart swelled the tighter I gripped her. My most animalistic instincts took over and I began muttering obscenities like a madman, cursing and degrading her under my breath.
“Fuck yeah, just like that, you like being choked, don’t you, you little slut?” I uttered through gritted teeth, pushing into her with further desperation.
“Y-es, yes,” she croaked, barely able to speak through the grip on her neck. It was only a few moments later that I saw her eyes roll back, and she convulsed under me, arching her back. I loosened my grip so I could hear her cry out to her maximum capacity, and upon releasing her from my grasp she gasped loudly, and began to exclaim, “fuck, Calvin!”
The way her walls clenched around my member threw me over the edge, and I could feel the same euphoria wash over me, and with a few final and quivering thrusts, I shot my load, gasping for air, before collapsing on top of her entirely, my face buried in the crook of her now bruising neck.
“Oh my god,” I breathed, placing a chaste kiss on her neck. I lay there in silence for a precious few moments longer, feeling her chest rise and fall erratically under me, and she wrapped her arms around me, gripping me at the shoulders.
“Baby,” she cooed.
“Mm,” I muttered, still buried in her crevices, slowly regaining my breath.
“That was so fucking good,” she hissed into my ear, before taking my lobe between her teeth gently.
“Mhmm,” I muttered.
My body was tired and edging towards sleep, but my mind was aflight with memories of what had just happened, how good it felt to have her under my control, to have her throat in my clutches, how good it felt to be held by her in this moment, how much I knew I loved her, and the anticipation of the next time I might have the privilege of choking her again.