some were more passionate than others

The Problem With Cringe Culture

From what I’ve seen, the phenomenon dubbed Cringe Culture is a paragon of insecurity, internalized misogyny, and self-loathing.

Let me elaborate a little here:  here on Tumblr (and in life in general, honestly), a lot of folks are very pre-occupied with what is or isn’t Cringey.  It’s a dynamic somewhat reminiscent of an eighth grade schoolyard, but that’s really not the issue here.  

What Tumblr folks dub Cringey are typically things that are enjoyed by young teens (in particular, young girls) exploring fandom and fan creativity for the first time.

Yes, these teens are frequently obnoxious, overzealous, and loud, but it’s an exciting time for kids:  we as adults may have comfortably settled into our interests, but for them it’s an avenue of unsupervised self-expression they may not have experienced before.  Moreover, they have little to no experience in moderating themselves, which is one of the reasons why I believe the act of mocking them to be a somewhat callous one.  

Are they occasionally annoying?  Subjectively, yes.  I frequently find young teens and tweens annoying, particularly when they’re being loud and obnoxious during my allotted writing time.  But I don’t shame them for it, on here or in real life, because I’m an adult and they are literally children .  

And most importantly, so are the people mocking them.

I’ll elaborate once again:  I’m nineteen.  Most of my friends, both on here and on my other blog, are fellow chill late teens and twenty-somethings.  And I’ve never seen any adult who’s secure in their own self-image do anything other than Do Their Own Thing and allow everyone else do the same.

In other words, I’ve been involved in fandom for a few years now, and almost everyone I’ve seen actively participating in cringe culture has turned out to be no older than seventeen or so themselves, and probably (consciously or otherwise) attempting to distance themselves from their “embarrassing” younger alter egos and feel more confident in their purported maturity. 

Because they probably did some Cringey things when they were fourteen, too:  maybe they drew manga OCs on DeviantArt with needlessly elaborate hair, ran a passionate SuperWhoLock blog, read Homestuck, wrote angsty poetry about turning into wolves, et cetera.  

Of course, the whole point here is that there is literally nothing wrong with any of these things:  they’re harmless examples of children exploring revenues of creativity for the first time, that we’ve been conditioned to find embarrassing.  

Now, I’m not going to pretend I didn’t have this phase myself:  I once got into an impassioned argument on Facebook with a bunch of One Direction fans when I was sixteen or so, in which I dismissed their obsession as being Stupid and Juvenile and proclaimed my favored Heavy Metal as being far superior.  

Now, I’m still not into One Direction in the slightest, but if I could go back in time I would probably smack my sixteen-year-old self upside the head and tell her to leave people alone and let them do their own thing.

Of course, a large part of my reasoning was also driven at the time by my unfortunate Not Like Other Girls phase, in which I wanted to distance myself from the silliness of my fellow teen girls as much as possible.  I may or may not have still been in my “I hate pink” phase, which I still shudder to think about to this day.

Which brings me to another one of Cringe Culture’s more problematic aspects:  it’s inherently a little misogynist, in that almost everyone who partakes in it is attempting to distance themselves from the interests of teenage girls.

Shows like Doctor Who, Steven Universe, Voltron, Supernatural, Yuri on Ice, and many others all have passionate and predominantly young female fanbases, and as such, people seem unwittingly inclined to see them as inherently vapid, annoying, or Cringey in a way that equally vocal male-dominated fandoms simply aren’t.  

Even being a Trekkie (Star Trek fan) was considered embarrassing when the fandom was predominantly female populated, although the means by which fanfiction and discourse was exchanged was via fan-run zines rather than Tumblr blogs.  Now that men are in on it, it’s considered one of the best fandoms there is.

More male populated fandoms such as Game of Thrones, the Walking Dead, the DC and Marvel cinematic universes, and Star Wars are just as impassioned, and have had just as many ideological issues in the past.  Yet are these things ever denigrated as being Cringy or annoying?  Not that I can recall.

Another one of my greatest issues with Cringe Culture is that it discourages passion:  I have never encountered a fandom, Cringey or otherwise, that hasn’t produced genuinely stunning works of art and fiction.  Moreover, I’ve never encountered a fandom that doesn’t have fans who have cited it as what saved them from depression or even suicide.  

So if someone’s passionate about something, even if it’s something of no value to you, it costs absolutely zero dollars to mind your own goddamn business and not taint their joy with your own insecurity, cynicism, and internalized self-loathing.  

Similarly, I can speak from experience when I say my interests and fandoms got me through the very worst period of my adolescence, and I’d be a significantly less happy person if I didn’t have still have them to fall back on.  Not everyone’s sole source of enjoyment and comfort in life comes from nihilistic memes.

So if you want to take a step towards fostering a more creative generation, take a step away from Cringe Culture.  Respect other people’s interests, and openly and unabashedly enjoy your own.  Question why you think certain interests are Cringey, and try to distance yourself from the mentality that you’re a better or cooler person for being less similar to young women.

And finally, try and forgive your fourteen-year-old self for whatever cringiness they may have been culpable of, and tell them that you love them anyway.

Things that remind me of the houses


Gryffindor is being emotionally driven. It is the wild grin on your face as you charge head on into a wave. It is dipping your fingers into wax just after blowing out the flame. Gryffindor is bonfires and sparklers at the end of summer; it is windswept hair and running around in the rain with friends. Gryffindor is good YA novels, the gems hidden in the back shelves. Gryffindor is brightly colored lipstick and kisses that feel like electricity, like passion, like heat. It is belting “Don’t Stop Believin” at the top of your goddamned lungs. Gryffindor is comic books. It is power outages. It is talking back to people in positions of authority because they’re wrong. Gryffindor is racing your friend for shotgun. Gryffindor is earrings that swing when you turn your head. Gryffindor is sailing under a great blue sky; it is fireworks and ginger beer. Gryffindor is summer. Gryffindor is ripped jeans and flannels. Gryffindor is knowing that failure to stand strong all the time doesn’t make you weak. Gryffindor is jumping off a bridge into the ocean with your friends. It is the scream that gets punched out of your lungs on rollercoasters. Gryffindor is hot chocolate and sweatpants; it is naps during the day. Gryffindor is New York City. Gryffindor is hard cider and caramel apples. Gryffindor is stopping mid-sentence to point out a dog across the street. Gryffindor is getting an apartment with your friends after college. Gryffindor is Steve Rogers. Gryffindor is praying that your soda won’t explode. Gryffindor is sweaty ponytails and the shaky feeling in your muscles after a good workout. Gryffindor is road trips with your best friends. Gryffindor is turning your friends into family. Gryffindor is long summer days and even longer summer nights; it is feeling like nighttime can’t stop you. Gryffindor is life. Gryffindor is love. Gryffindor is friendship. Gryffindor is freedom.

Hufflepuff is being carefree of spirit and caring of heart. Hufflepuff is comforting a friend by singing a song you both love until they’re calm enough to sing along. Hufflepuff is blasting the air conditioner so it’s cold enough to sleep under a quilt in the summer. Hufflepuff is flower crowns. Hufflepuff is activism. Hufflepuff is sticking your feet under your friend’s legs when they’re cold. Hufflepuff is cotton candy and sunsets at the fair. Hufflepuff is kissing in the rain. Hufflepuff is the feeling of helplessness that comes from not having enough power to right the world’s wrongs. Hufflepuff is hammocks. It is tattered friendship bracelets. It is getting flour on your face while baking. Hufflepuff is big sweaters and leggings; Hufflepuff is side braids. Hufflepuff is the storm that breaks the heatwave; it is running around the house to shut all of the windows and then collapsing on the floor giggling. Hufflepuff is the Aunt Friend, for when the mom friend needs a mom friend. Hufflepuff is prom night with a group of friends. Hufflepuff is strawberry frosted donuts with rainbow sprinkles. Hufflepuff is Tuscany. It is sunlight reflected in the morning dew. It is the smell of smoke on a cold winter day. Hufflepuff is understanding the value of a child’s mind. Hufflepuff is the first day of spring. It is stopping to smell the flowers. It is warmed milk with spices and vanilla. Hufflepuff is the books from your childhood that you’ve read to shreds; it is the movies you can quote with ease. Hufflepuff is brightly colored eyeliner. Hufflepuff is sunrise over the mountains. Hufflepuff is festivals in the summer with maxi skirts and fresh-picked flowers in your hair. Hufflepuff is sitting under a tree with your friends. Hufflepuff is weighing yourself down with worries to lighten someone else’s load. Hufflepuff is digging in the dirt with your hands to find the cool earth underneath. Hufflepuff is leaving cute messages on your friend’s phone when you’re in different time zones. Hufflepuff is compassion. Hufflepuff is empathy. Hufflepuff is laughter. Hufflepuff is freedom.

Ravenclaw is asking why and using the answer. Ravenclaw is reading at night with a flashlight under the covers. Ravenclaw is lightning. Ravenclaw is fuzzy socks. Ravenclaw is lying on your back with a group of friends and looking at the stars. Ravenclaw is forgetting to eat and sleep because you’re in research-mode. Ravenclaw is French-press coffee. Ravenclaw is owning more books than you could read in a lifetime. It is quick messy buns with pencils stuck through them; it is sweatshirts and yoga pants. Ravenclaw is curling up on a window seat with a book as the snow falls outside. Ravenclaw is people-watching. It is old book smell. It is watches with interesting faces and the full moon through the trees. Ravenclaw is bronze eyeshadow. It is Paris. It is hard caramel. Ravenclaw is staying up until sunrise talking about the universe. It is lying on the floor talking to your significant other about anything and everything and then rolling over and kissing them. Ravenclaw is packing your books first to make sure you’ll have room. It is running your hand through your hair to calm yourself down. It is beanbag chairs in the library. It is spending time with people of older generations and trying to absorb all of the wisdom they have to offer. Ravenclaw is the best answers in Cards Against Humanity. Ravenclaw is twirling a pen through your fingers as you think. Ravenclaw is the feeling of freedom on a windy day. Ravenclaw is ornate bookmarks; Ravenclaw is antiques. Ravenclaw is well-disguised sass. Ravenclaw is asking the perfect question to send the class off on an hour-long tangent. Ravenclaw is flirting in other languages. Ravenclaw is doing personal research instead of homework. Ravenclaw is knowing that imagination outstrips intelligence. Ravenclaw is curiosity. Ravenclaw is wit. Ravenclaw is passion. Ravenclaw is truth.

Slytherin is knowing that there are still some things more important than success. Slytherin is being asked “what do you want to be when you grow up” and answering with the same thing you’ve been saying since you were six. Slytherin is the feeling of triumph when your hard work pays off. Slytherin is blazers and sleek ponytails, but it is also team sweatshirts and messy braids. Slytherin is dark chocolate. Slytherin is fog settling in the valley. Slytherin is the feeling of meeting your idol and having them live up to every expectation. Slytherin is the Mom Friend™. Slytherin is surviving on coffee. It is a river so clear you can see the bottom if you’re still for long enough. Slytherin is London. Slytherin is classic literature. Slytherin is knowing that respect is earned. It is reminding yourself that it’s okay to forget about the future and live in the moment. Slytherin is being the designated driver. Slytherin is tattoos is discrete places. Slytherin is “The Bullpen” by Dessa. It is whispering “can I kiss you” before leaning in. Slytherin is chilled fingers wrapped around hot drinks on a crisp fall morning. Slytherin is perfectly winged eyeliner; Slytherin is good posture and a firm handshake. It is the smile for people you don’t like all that much. It is rings. It is armchairs in the back corner of coffee shops. It is the power trip of walking down a hallway in heels. Slytherin is dressing nice to go nowhere. Slytherin is freshly brewed tea in a china set. It is not getting out of your pajamas on the weekends. It is forgive but don’t forget. Slytherin is knowing that intelligence is not all that it’s cracked up to be; it’s knowing that the key is the will to do something with your life. Slytherin is the euphoria of ballet. Slytherin is hunting down anyone who has ever hurt the ones you care about. It is staying up until 4 am and sleeping until noon. It is wing-back armchairs to curl up in. Slytherin is taking study breaks to go out and stand in the rain, letting it clear your mind. Slytherin is drive. Slytherin is protectiveness. Slytherin is hard work. Slytherin is self-confidence.

i think it’s really funny that people online and spoiled white college kids throw slurs around to be edgy and make fun of ppl who tell them they’re being dicks because “omg this is real life no one cares about ur feelings!!!”

meanwhile i grew up around career criminals in a very rural area, and the smart ones don’t pull that shit. it’s considered a disrespectful cheap shot that tends to make even people outside of the group you’re dissing respect you less; it’s stupid to boot, because you’re making people feel honor-bound to beat your ass and you don’t know what they’re capable of. there’s even a strong chance even your friends won’t back you up, either, because they know you just pulled some punk ass shit. people who never graduated high school and who have spent more time in prison than on the streets, who know what it’s like to get into a legitimate dangerous situation because someone looked at you wrong, who’ve been in prison riots where suddenly everyone was attacking anyone outside their race, will argue passionately that being racist is ignorant and despicable. 

in my experience they’re more likely to have met, lived with, and befriended a trans woman than some well-educated, affluent liberal -not because they were trying to be “tolerant” or some shit, but because they organically ended up in the same place and had to depend on each other for survival. they make jokes, but if i mention to them that being gay is hard they’ll understand because they know what it’s like to be judged, hated, downtrodden. if they cross a line, i can tell them they disrespected me and expect them to take me seriously because they understand the value of respect, and understand what people are willing to do to get it.

but everyone who tells you you’re a piece of shit for reducing someone to their race, gender, sex or religion is just a whiny triggered sjw, right? lmao. good luck with that shit if you ever find yourself surrounded by people with real problems.

Candy

Okay so, where do I even start? We had our first cuckcake experience since August 2016, a year and a couple of months. It was with the sexy close circle friend I told you guys about. We talked about it a couple days prior and set up the date. She told us what she was into it, what she liked – and it matched our likes, to the T. She’s into DD/LG (Daddy Dom/Little Girl) submissive, taking orders, rough sex, basically being a good girl :)

Normally the day of I’m anxious, but not this time. I felt more excited than nervous, more impatient. Maybe it was because I wanted her so badly myself too. I wanted to cum watching her please Gary, I wanted to experience her body, I wanted it all and I wanted it now. I couldn’t keep my hands off my pussy, or Gary. I planned on not cumming the day of, but that didn’t work out so well. I couldn’t help myself twice, the thoughts, the images, mmm….

We went and picked her up, around 7:30 we got back to the house. We talked the whole car ride home, there wasn’t one bit of awkwardness, thankful to her really – she kept the conversation flowing. She’s so bubbly, and bouncy, and beautiful. The atmosphere was very Mommy, Daddy, and little girl like, a couple of, “I’m a good girl, see!” and “Good girl”s were thrown around. Honestly, she normally acts like a little girl, Gary is very dominate, and I’m submissive to him, and dominate to others – so it was a little bit more than just an roleplay – sexually it’s who we are. It’s what made the whole experience, man it was amazing.

We got the bottle, a couple shot glasses, some whatchamacallit and headed upstairs. Just having her in our bedroom, knowing what was coming – my panties were soaking wet already. We all did a shot together, and turned some music on. Gary watched from the bed as we danced. I touched her body, she touched mine – all over. We kissed, there was craving when we danced, passion in our fingers – it was deep. Gary joined in from behind her, there was tongues and hands and boobs and moans and grinds – At one point me and Gary locked eyes and we both just smiled. You know when someone does something nice and you have no words, and all you can do it smile and the emotions comes through that way, it was that kind of smile for me. I was in bliss.

I couldn’t wait anymore. I pushed her on the bed and climbed on top of her, apparently, she wanted me just as bad because she got my shorts off somehow, got me on my back, and started to devour my pussy. She licked every inch, had her fingers going in and out of me like she’d be dying for this to happen. She climbed back on top of me, my hands were all over here – we couldn’t stop kissing. I felt Gary’s dick enter me…mmmmm – that was different. She was so short he couldn’t reach her hole, so she moved down some for him. She was on top of me, I was on my back…and he was fucking her from behind. Need I say bliss, again? Her moans were so close to my face, I could see every facial expression my husband’s cock was giving her. I was squeezing her nipples, and rubbing every inch of her body I could reach. Within about 30 seconds I heard, “Did you just squirt on me?” answered with, “mayyybeee” I could see Gary’s boxers were all wet, and I just got even wetter. I eventually wiggled out from under her because I wanted to see Gary’s dick going inside of her. I was surprised when she started to finger my ass, but of course, a pleasant surprise 😊

Gary flipped her over on her back and we both went to town. We were eating her out at the same time, making out with her pussy, #dreamteam-ing it. It was amazing, in these experiences he’s my husband yes, but I also feel a very very strong best friend connection. It’s bonding, it’s fun, it’s exciting, it’s memories made – it’s happiness. He sat up and started to fuck her, I continued to work on her pussy. I love feeling his body hit the side of my face every single thrust, I love how submissive it makes me feel to him – it makes ME feel like a good girl, too 😊

No point of this night was not rough. It was reckless, and savage, and passionate. We flipped around in every which way you could imagine 3 people could be. It went on for hours, and hours, and hours…6 hours actually. There was points where she needed a break and it would be just me and Gary. We didn’t stop fucking but we did talk. We talked about how amazing it was going, how fun it was, how we’re each doing. There was points where Gary had to pee and it was just me and her. We didn’t stop fucking either. First time I’ve ever scissored a girl, first time I’ve ridden a pussy with my pussy, first time I’ve used toys on a girl – a lot of first times for me.

MY NOTEABLE MY CUCKCAKE CREAM!!!! After a couple hours in Gary sat her body on top of mine, and pussy right in my face. I knew it was coming, because Gary and I talked about it prior and he knew this was the way I wanted it the first time. I was…man I don’t even know how to describe it. I was just laying there with the most up-close view of him ravaging her. I could feel every movement of his, I knew it was coming, he was so close. The moans got louder, the thrust got harder and I heard, “Are you ready for daddy’s cum?” She moaned, “Yes I am daddy, yesss I am daddy” I see it leak out, it clung to her pussy but was going up towards her clit. It didn’t have a chance of reaching it’s destination, as soon as I seen it come out I closed my eyes, opened my mouth and started eating. Gary was finished and backed off. I wanted it all. I moved behind her and licked anything I could have missed, but nothing. I wanted more. I sucked her pussy hole, and felt my mouth feeling up. It was still so warm, and I could taste them both…my very first cuckcake cream. My body really tingled, I felt something physically – it was really heaven.

We took a short break after that, but once me and her got back at it – we were all back at it. This one wasn’t so notably long, but still – lots of time spent. He finished with her on her back this time and of course I was right there to clean up. I’ve learned eating cuckcake cream is definitely one of my favorite parts about being a cuckquean, sexually.

Afterwards, I needed aftercare – but I learned. I learned experiences that run too long are harder on my emotions. It’s a lot to deal with all at once – because it was so amazing, it was harder on me.

All in all, my favorite experience. We did more with this girl in one night we’ve done with all our cuckcakes. It was so comfortable, and easy. It was amazing, and I can’t wait to do it again 😊

– AND MORE CUCKCAKE CREAM!!

Does anyone remember...

…before it was announced the show was renewed for seasons 3 and 4, someone wrote a post asking if we might be able to do a “go-fund-me” just to be able to see the Print Shop reunion? I remember it so well and wish I could find that post. At the time, we laughed, nervously, and some even made promises like “I’ll stop cursing forever if only we have the Print Shop reunion…” or “I will clean the bathrooms every week as long as I can see Claire & Jamie reunited,” or “I will never again complain about my MIL if I can see them together.” 

No longer do we have to use #Print ShopIsComing. No more speculation about how the intimate scenes will play out. It happened! It finally happened! I know we have differing opinions about some segments of the episode, with some of us more upset about what was or was not said, or what iconic books scenes or lines were or were not included.

We’ve gone from this:

and this:

to THIS:

I have talked with a few of you this morning. I’ve told you I cannot stop smiling. I have to run errands later today and if I run into someone I know, which happens 99% of her time in the town where I live, I’m not sure how I’ll be able to talk about anything other than Print Shop.  

Thank you, ALL OF YOU, for sharing your passion for this story with the rest of us. Your thoughts and reflections about the episode, your gifs and edits, your satisfaction and disappointment…everything we’ve shared here, and will continue to share, just reflects how deeply this story has worked itself into our hearts and souls. No matter what, that is something for which we can all be deeply grateful. 

HAPPY A. MALCOLM/PRINT SHOP DAY, FRIENDS!!!!!

(still photos from episodes 213, 301, 306)

I was going through Book 2 episodes and ended up watching “Bitter Work” and the scene where Zuko is trying to master lightning bending and standing on top of the mountain saying this:

“You’ve always thrown everything you could at me! Well, I can take it, and now I can give it back!”

Is sooooo reminiscent of the scene in book 1 where Katara challenged Pakku. “You can’t knock me down!”

My only question is: Why are Zuko and Katara literally two halves of the same soul????

Lights, Camera, Action! (M)

word count: 4.7k

genre: smut; movie star AU + actor!hoseok

pairing: reader/hoseok

summary: you were just a small town actress who’d been picked up for a big movie starring you and award winning actor shin hoseok. turns out, there’s quite a steamy scene that you two must take part in and you’re more than nervous about it. luckily, hoseok is a professional and he isn’t afraid to help you out.

dedicated to: my valentine, @wonholypeach​ who isn’t feeling well after her surgery and needed a pick-me-up. enjoy and please get well soon love!  ♡

a/n: just a disclaimer i did minimal research on actual movie sex scenes & have very limited knowledge on this so this is definitely not realistic.

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Summary: Reader and Elijah are in love, but reader pushes him away, because she is afraid she is not important to him and he would always choose his family over her

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I sighed as I walked trough the gate of Mikaelsons’ maison. As much as I had tried to keep away from that place, somehow I had always ended up there. 

“Look who is finally here,” I rolled my eyes at the sight of Klaus standing in front of me with his hands behind his back and a playful smile playing on his lips.

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Quotes from INTJ Characters

ISFJ | ENTP | ISTJ | ENFP | ISTP | ESTJ | INTP | ESFP
INFJ | ESFJ | ISFP | ESTP | ENFJ | INFP | ENTJ

I’m okay with anything as long as it doesn’t harm me.
Kyoya Ootori, Ouran High School Host Club

What do you mean? Do you wish me a good morning, or mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not; or that you feel good this morning; or that it is a morning to be good on?
Gandalf, The Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit 

One decision does not define a man.
Marcus Kane, The 100

Love, passion, why do we get caught up by such troublesome feelings? The mind couldn’t ever get things straight, and you lose control to know what is sensible. Deep down it’s all so vexing.
Usui Takumi, Maid-Sama

If you seem slow to me, Sherlock, can you imagine what real people are like? I’m living in a world of goldfish.
Mycroft Holmes, BBC Sherlock

If I was him I’d worry less about the Gods, and more about the fury of a patient man. And as well you know, I can be very patient.
Ragnar Lothbrok, Vikings

A perfect plan doesn’t mean having everything go within expectations. A perfect plan is achieved when it has the plasticity needed to flexibly deal with troubles.
Makishima Shougo, Psycho-Pass

Well, it may have escaped your notice, but life isn’t fair.
Severus Snape, Harry Potter

Psychopaths are not crazy; they are fully aware of what they do, and the consequences of those actions.
Dr. Hannibal Lecter, Hannibal

Everyone’s a whore. We just sell different parts of ourselves.
Thomas Shelby, Peaky Blinders

I am not a good man! And I’m not a bad man. I am not a hero. And I’m definitely not a president. And, no, I’m not an officer. Do you know what I am? I am an idiot with a box and a screwdriver.
Twelfth Doctor, Doctor Who

You’ll never get what you want if you’ll always let people step all over you. 
Plankton, Spongebob Squarepants

When I see what desire does to people, what it’s done to this country, I am very glad to have no part in it. Besides, the absence of desire leaves one free to pursue other things.
Lord Varys, Game of Thrones

My whole life I’d been teased for my six fingers. But that got my thinking about anomalies: things that were odd, unusual, statistically improbable.
Ford Pines, Gravity Falls

Reality is almost always wrong
Doctor Gregory House, House M.D.

I’m good at reading people. My secret, I look for the worst in them.
Elliot Alderson, Mr. Robot

I recognize the council has made a decision, but given that it’s a stupid-ass decision, I’ve elected to ignore it.
Nick Fury, Marvel Cinematic Universe

Sometimes the only sane answer to an insane world is insanity.
Fox Mulder, The X-Files

I’ve tried to live a life of logic and emotion… but, slowly, from the knot in my stomach… I begin to feel I’m playing the fool.
Batman “Bruce Wayne”, DC

But you can sure as hell decide to be miserable. Is that what you want?
Alice, The Magicians by Lev Grossman

Sorry, I’ve gotten used to wearing “trousers of the mind.”
Howard, Fresh Meat

I just realized; maybe it’s maturity or the wisdom that comes with age, but the witch in Hansel and Gretel, she’s very misunderstood. I mean, the woman builds her dream house, and these brats come along, and start eating it.
Miranda Hobbes, Sex and the City

Passion…it lies in all of us. Sleeping, waiting, and though unwanted, unbidden, it will stir, open its jaws, and howl. It speaks to us, guides us… passion rules us all. And we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments; the joy of love, the clarity of hatred, and the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion, maybe we’d truly know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow. Empty rooms, shuttered and dank… without passion, we’d truly be dead.
Angel, Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Is it murder if they were my own clones? I’m seriously asking.
Dr. Krieger, Archer

Vision? What do you know about my vision? My vision would turn your world upside down, tear asunder your illusions, and send the sanctuary of your own ignorance crashing down around you. Now ask yourself, are you ready to see that vision?
Huey Freeman, The Boondocks

Before the heart of truth there is no need for words.
Nico Robin, One Piece

Which is the real man, the beast or the angel?
Dr. Henry Jekyll, Penny Dreadful

We’re all put to the test… but it never comes in the form or at the point we would prefer, does it?
Charles, The Edge

I am the one thing in life I can control. I am inimitable. I am an original.
Aaron Burr, Hamilton: An American Musical

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Request: Hey love, well I had a fabulous dream last night and I thought you might write something out of it? :) Me and bucky Barnes were having some kind of secret affair while living in the tower but also developed strong feelings for each other. One night after we had passionate sex I wanted to leave but he grabbed my hand pulling me back to him and finally admitting his feelings and asking me to stay? I told him the same and it got official? :) That would be great! Also some smut hihi ? 😘😘😘 Thanks

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You were currently cleaning up in the kitchen after dinner, telling everyone else you had it taken care of. Steve and Vision tried to stay behind to help, but you’ve always taken the cleaning roll in the tower. So, they all decided it was time to relax and go to bed.

You felt a pair of arms snake around your waist as you finished up and you smiled, drying off the last plate you washed. Bucky stuffed his face in the curve of your neck, inhaling your scent. Goosebumps rose onto your smooth skin.

“Mm, you smell good enough to eat. I just might let you sit on my face tonight.” Bucky chuckled darkly, nipping at your skin. Your eyes momentarily rolled into the back of your head and you rested your hands against the edge of the sink. “Bucky, I am not doing that.” You giggled softly.

Bucky smirked against you. His hold tightened around you and he was about to say something else until you both heard footsteps approaching. Bucky quickly pulled away from you, standing off to the side.

“Hey, have you guys seen my tablet?” Tony asked with a heavy sigh as he walked in. You turned around, trying to keep your composure. Your heart was beating fast in your chest and your face felt hot. “N-no, maybe check the common room?” You said, hoping Tony couldn’t detect the nervousness in your voice.

Bucky walked to the fridge now, pretending to look for something. Tony nodded at you then looked at Bucky. “Didn’t you just eat?” Tony asked, knitting his eyebrows together. Bucky froze and cleared his throat.

Oh god, what if he figures it out? You thought as your heart started racing even faster. You turned back to the dishes, stacking the plates to distract yourself and hide your embarrassment.

You and Bucky have been having a secret affair for the past few months. You’d have secret sex all throughout the tower and nobody knew; at least you hope they didn’t. You both tried your best to keep quiet.

It’s not that you don’t want the team to know, it’s that you don’t want Bucky to know you have feelings for him. You fell in love with Bucky two months after you started this affair, and you knew that Bucky probably didn’t want anything more than friends with benefits.

You enjoyed the secret sex, of course. You just didn’t want to ruin anything with telling him how you feel.

Bucky shut the refrigerator and turned to Tony. You peeked over your shoulder. “A man’s gotta eat a lot to keep his muscles, Tony the tiger.” Bucky said with a smile as he flexed his muscles. You held in a moan and looked away. Tony rolled his eyes dramatically and left the room, searching for the tablet he so desperately wanted to find.

You sighed out, shaking your head lightly. You’ve almost been caught in the act dozens of times and nobody pieced it together. Not even when Bucky’s shirt was thrown on the floor in the common room and your hair was messed up as you sat on the couch.

Either the team was really dumb or they didn’t care.

You moved to the cabinets, putting the plates and other dishes up, thinking about what just happened. Tony would never let you guys live this down if he had found you two. Bucky had left the room for a moment and you knew he was making sure Tony would leave for good.

As you were putting the silverware away in their rightful drawers, those strong arms wrapped around you once again. “He found the tablet. Now, let me find your g-spot, baby doll.” Bucky whispered in your ear, letting one of his hands move down to your clit over your leggings.

You gasped and leaned back into him, closing your eyes. “No no, that’s not it. I need to keep looking.” Bucky said in a husky voice, slipping his hand down your leggings.

Bucky’s rough hand moved your panties aside and rubbed small circles around your opening. “Y/N, you’re so wet for me.” Bucky moaned into your ear, causing a small whimper to escape between your lips.

Bucky chuckled softly and slid his finger inside of your pussy, gently moving it back and forth. Your breathing became heavier and you felt Bucky curve his finger and hit that delicious spot. Your hips jerked and Bucky smirked. “There it is.” He said proudly, hitting it continuously.

Bucky’s palm was rubbing against your clit at the same time and you tried so hard not to moan loudly in fear that someone would hear you.

Much too soon for your liking, Bucky pulled his hand from your leggings. He lifted his hand to your mouth. “Open.” Bucky ordered. You opened your mouth and he stuck his finger inside, letting you lick your juices from his finger.

You moaned softly and sucked on it now, slowly bobbing your head back and forth. Bucky growled lowly, biting on your shoulder. He placed a kiss there and pulled his finger away from your mouth and you chased after it, wanting to suck some more.

“Doll, let’s take this to the bedroom.” Bucky said as he grabbed onto your wrist. You smiled and let him drag you along. You flicked off the light in the kitchen and hurried to the elevator.

As soon as the doors closed, Bucky picked you up and pinned you to the wall with force. A small grunt fell from your mouth and Bucky ground his hips into yours. He was already hard and you could moan at the thought of how delicious he looked.

You tangled one of your hands in Bucky’s hair and tugged on the roots. You heard a low growl in his throat and you smirked. Bucky had the biggest hair pulling kink and you used that to your advantage. The sounds he made were a bonus, only adding to your own arousal.

Bucky’s lips were attached to your neck and he sucked on it harshly. You whimpered and moved your hips against Bucky’s, getting impatient. Bucky pulled away from your neck and bit his lip, looking down at you.

You noticed something different in the way he looked at you but you couldn’t tell what it was or what he was feeling. “I want to try something new tonight.” Bucky said as the elevator came to a stop.

You wondered what he could be talking about as he set you down. Bucky’s hand wrapped around yours and he laced his fingers with yours, something he’s never done before. Your heart started to race again and you felt your feelings for him start to grow.

You both exited the elevator and quickly made your way to his room down the hallway. Bucky pulled you into his room and shut his door gently and turned back to you. Smirking, he slipped off his shirt and picked you up before lying you down on his soft bed.

You started to take your shirt off and Bucky held his smirk, unbuckling his belt and slipping off his pants. The chill in the air made you shiver and you both were down to your underwear now. Bucky hovered above you on the bed and kissed along your neck and your collarbones.

You moaned, feeling his tongue trace along your skin as he went. “Bucky, hurry.” You begged, wanting him inside of you already. You felt Bucky groan against you and he pulled your bra straps down. “What do you want, kitten?” Bucky asked, using your favorite nickname.

You let him take your bra off and you felt his cock twitch in his boxers against your thigh. “Your cock, please.” You whimpered breathlessly. Bucky breathed out and leaned back on his knees. He smirked and looked down at your clothed pussy.

Your cheeks turned red and he licked his lips as his hand moved down your torso. His fingers added the slightest bit of your pressure on your clit and your hips jerked. Bucky chuckled deeply. “Always so ready for me.” He said, hooking his fingers into your panties and pulling them down.

You inhaled a deep breath, watching him. “God, you’re so pretty, Y/N.” Bucky whispered, kissing your knee before hovering above you again after slipping off his boxers. You blushed more and looked up into Bucky’s eyes. “What did you want to try?” You asked nervously.

Bucky sighed softly and looked down at you. “Can we take our time?” He asked shyly, the same look in his eyes reappearing. You knitted your eyebrows together a little. “Yeah, that’s fine.” You breathed, feeling nervous.

You and Bucky always started and finished quickly. It was mostly rough and fast sex. You didn’t do too many risky things since you had to sneak around the tower most of the time. You would like to be more adventurous in the bedroom, but you didn’t want to push Bucky away with any of your ideas. 

Bucky’s flesh hand moved to your cheek and his thumb traced along your lips. He leaned down and captured your lips with his and you felt his hips sink closer to yours. Bucky’s cock started to slide into you and you whimpered, goosebumps rising on your skin again.

Bucky pushed in further and bit your bottom lip, causing you to moan his name. “Shit.” He muttered, finally filling you up. Bucky gave you a moment to adjust to his size and you wrapped your legs around his waist.

Bucky stared down at you and brushed your hair out of your face before thrusting in and out of you slowly. You gasped, never feeling how big he actually was like this before. Bucky would always go so fast, you never had him go slow. “God, Bucky.” You whimpered as his tip gently brushed against your g-spot.

You felt Bucky holding back and you desperately needed him to go a tad faster. “Bucky.” You whimpered his name, watching his hips meet yours. Bucky gripped the pillow beside your head with his metal hand and let his flesh hand rest on your side.

His thrusts sped up a little as you moved your hands to his hair and tugged on it. Bucky grunted and quickly leaned down to kiss you. You were surprised at first and you felt him start to fuck you harder. Bucky’s tongue swiped along your bottom lip, begging to play with yours.

Slightly opening your mouth, his tongue started to fight for dominance. You moaned into the kiss, moving your hips against his. “Fuck, that’s so good.” Bucky moaned, his voice strained. You knew he wanted to go crazy but something was different about this time.

Bucky looked into your eyes as he thrust into you and you noticed that look again. You didn’t know what it was but it made your heart beat faster. Bucky’s lips ghosted over your chin before placing a kiss there. His lips moved to your neck and down, then back up to your ear.

Your pussy clenched around his hard cock, making him moan into your ear. You smirked and did it yourself this time, earning a moan from your own mouth. “Play nice, naughty one.” Bucky chuckled, his flesh hand moving to your hand.

Bucky laced his fingers with yours again and held it beside your head on the pillow. “You’re so beautiful.” Bucky breathed, his chest rising and falling. You felt his thrusts become harder and your face contorted with pleasure. “Fuck.” Bucky grunted, snapping his hips against yours with more force.

Your breath caught in your throat when Bucky’s metal hand moved to grip onto your throat. “You like that?” Bucky asked with a small smile. You nodded, moaning your answer. “Can you go faster?” You asked, hearing Bucky’s arm whirring. His fingers tightened and he groaned.

Bucky did as you asked, sliding in and out of you with more speed. Skin slapped against skin and you gasped, only to have it cut off by Bucky applying more pressure around your throat. “So good for me. You’re so good. You like that, Sergeant’s little girl? God, you look amazing.” Bucky said, whispering as he fucked you.

You moaned out particularly loud but you didn’t care. Not when you could feel Bucky’s cock slamming into you harder now. His balls slapped against your ass and you couldn’t wait anymore. “I want-I want to ride you. Please.” You begged, looking at Bucky. His hair was sticking to his face from it being coated with sweat.

Bucky grunted and released your neck, flipping you two over. You’ve never been on top before and Bucky would always decline, but now you get to and you couldn’t be happier. “Fuck. Ride me, kitten.” Bucky said, watching you grip his shaft in your hand. You’ll never get over Bucky’s size.

He was thick and heavy, veins protruding from his cock and your mouth watered at the sight of his red tip. You moved your hips over Bucky’s cock, sliding his tip along your slit. Bucky’s breath hitched and you heard him growl as you sank down.

He filled you up even more it felt like and he was definitely deeper inside of you. “Y/N, you feel amazing.” Bucky rasped, gripping onto your hips. You started to ride Bucky, bouncing up and down on his large cock. Your tits were bouncing along and you gripped them, looking down at Bucky as you pinched your nipples.

Bucky bit his bottom lip, bending his knees so he could meet your thrusts. “Fuck, I’m getting close.” You squealed, feeling Bucky’s cock hit your g-spot repeatedly. You couldn’t hold yourself up anymore so you let your chest rest against Bucky’s. His arms wrapped protectively around your back and he picked up speed.

You kissed his chest, breathing heavily. You moaned as Bucky’s hand now tangled in your hair. He pulled your head up, making you look down at him. “Y/N, look at me when you cum.” Bucky said, his eyes hooded and mouth slack from pleasure. You moaned and watched his face, his eyes glazed over.

Bucky pounded into you now and you felt his thighs slap against yours. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You squealed out. You moaned and Bucky leaned up to kiss you quickly. You gasped and pulled away, feeling your pussy clenching around Bucky’s cock again. “Go slow. Oh god, go slow.” You begged.

Bucky slowed his movements and slid in and out of you like before, only much deeper. As Bucky stared into your eyes, your orgasm finally washed over you and you moaned, trying to keep your eyes open.

Bucky’s hand reached down to rub your clit, his movements faster than his thrusts. You held your breath and felt hot spurts of Bucky’s cum coat the inside of your pussy. He grunted, sliding his cock all the way in and keeping it there until you both finished.

Bucky let out a satisfied breath and looked at you. “Breathe, Y/N.” He said, rubbing your sweaty back. You let out a long exhale and felt lightheaded. “God, that was amazing.” You whimpered. Bucky slid out of you and you stayed on his chest, breathing rapidly.

Bucky caressed your hair and kissed your forehead. Sighing, you closed your eyes for a moment. As your breathing calmed, you rolled off of Bucky. Your pussy was sore and you groaned, feeling your thigh muscles twitching.

You sat beside Bucky and smiled down at him. “I’ll see you next time.” You said with a hint of sadness. Bucky furrowed his eyebrows and gripped onto your wrist before you could leave. “No, don’t go!” Bucky quickly pleaded. You looked down at him confused. “Why? I always leave afterwards.” You stated matter of factly.

Bucky sat up and sighed, running his hand through his hair. “I know, I just don’t want you to leave me.” He said quietly. Your eyes widened as you thought about it. The slow, thoughtful movements, the amount of eye contact and even the kissing. It was much different than the other times. You two just made love.

Bucky stood up and left to get a wet cloth to clean you both up with. He was silent and you weren’t sure what to say. You saw Bucky’s shirt lying on the floor and you moved to pick it up. Slipping it on, you sniffed it and it smelled like him.

“What are you doing?” Bucky asked after he slipped on a clean pair of boxers. You blushed and smiled. “Staying.” You whispered. Bucky threw the wet cloth in his dirty basket and walked back over to you. You sat at the edge of his bed, playing with the hem of his shirt.

Bucky’s hands held your cheeks, letting the pads of his thumbs caress your skin. “I think I love you.” Bucky whispered, watching you intently. Your eyebrows raised and your mouth fell open. He likes you back. Bucky actually feels the same way about you.

You were so surprised you couldn’t speak and Bucky’s hands fell from your face. “I understand if it’s not the same for you.” He said, sitting beside you. You blushed and turned to him. “Do you think or do you know?” You asked, feeling your heart start to race again.

Bucky looked at you, his hair falling in his eyes. You reached over and tucked it behind his ear. “I know.” He said, nodding to himself. You leaned in and placed a kiss on his cheek. “Good, because I love you, too.” You said.

You heard a gasp fall from Bucky’s mouth and he looked at you with the cutest surprised face you’ve ever seen. “You do?” He breathed, pulling you onto his lap. You giggled softly. “I do.” You said, wrapping your arms around Bucky’s neck. “God, you’re amazing.” He muttered, pulling you in for a kiss.

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queenconsuelabananahammock  asked:

Were Mila and Danny a thing??? I mean I had ~a feeling~ that they may have been at some point but...what's the tea 👀

They weren’t, as said by them plenty of times and the facts one can add.

I’m not much of a RPF fan, so I’m going to try and make this response as clear and informative as I can. But,

  • She was underage for most part of the show. He being 7 years older than her would had been a little bit crazy and honest to god disgusting if they were a thing. Which I don’t believe they were because
  • Both were on relationships by the time the rumor of them being a thing was spread. He has always present as a very monogamous man, liking and having serious and long-term relationships, which he had during the show and after, before marrying Bijou Philips. While Mila was also in a long-term serious relationship with actor Macaulay Culkin.
  • Another thing to add is the fact that both had refer to the other as their brother/sister, which makes sense since he seemed to have bonded with her pretty early during filming.
  • After the show ended, and their relationships too, they didn’t had a reason to hide if they had been together, but to this day they keep saying the same: they never dated, they see each other as brother/sister, it was only a rumor.

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Father Figure // Jensen

Prompt #20: “Let’s have some fun. A little truth or dare never hurt anyone”
Prompt #29: “You know, thongs aren’t so uncomfortable after all”

Author: Caitsy

Warning: Swearing, fluff

Disclaimer:I do not own Supernatural. I do not own any gifs, images, or songs that may show up in this.

Summary: You’ve never had a good father figure in your life until you scored the role of Dean Winchester’s daughter on the hit show Supernatural. He was over-protective but what happens when you get a little wasted with your friends?

Requested: Yes. @girl-with-a-fandom-fettish

A/N: I found it rather amusing to write this because Jensen fits the caring father role for someone that isn’t his biological daughter. I hope you enjoy!

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You were lucky to have the next couple of days off to relax from filming. You had invited your friends from the Vancouver area to your trailer for drinks. No one on set knew about this because majority of the cast and set members were American so they still believed that the legal age is twenty-one. Understandable given how they didn’t think about the age now due to the large gap of ages.

“Kid, get some sleep.” Jensen said pulling you into a side hug, “We want to take you out for breakfast tomorrow.”

“Sure!” You grinned feeling Jensen pressed a kiss into your hair. You played his on-screen daughter on the show.

“Bright and early.” Jared grinned as you collected what you had brought, “We’re staying in our trailers tonight so we can leave quick.”

“Okay!” You smiled before striding to your trailer that was on the far end of the lot.

Jensen and you had gotten very close since you joined the cast four years ago when you were still sixteen. You had wanted to get away from your large and intrusive family, they had wanted to since your father went to jail for countless charges of indecent exposure to young children. Slowly Jensen became the father figure you had always lacked.

“The gang is bringing the alcohol, I have snack in the trailer and everything it cleaned up inside.” You muttered to yourself while biting your lip.

You had planned to get together with your friends and had asked for visitor passes for them to hang for awhile. The set people had thought it would only females but you hadn’t corrected them because majority would be female.

“You’re a lucky kid.” Misha chuckled as you strolled past him, “I may join you for breakfast tomorrow. Have a good sleep.”

“Thanks!” You grinned as you entered your nice size trailer.

You quickly showered before climbing into a nice pair of shorts and a t-shirt while braiding your hair to get the wetness out of you face. You had just put the board games out when your trailer door opened. In came your friends Alice, Lexi, and Rachel followed by your male friends Larson, Astral, Liam and Luke.

“Got the drinks?” You asked as they all laughed before falling into the seats. Larson chuckled as he nodded before he stretched out his legs.

“You know it.”

“What should we start out with? Poker? Board game?” Rachel asked going through the games on the table.

“We did strip poker last time and I’m not prepared to bare myself again.” Alice laughed pointedly staring at her legs, “Forgot to buy more razor cartilages.

“You guys want to be Never Have I Ever or Truth or Dare?” Astral asked.

“Let’s have some fun. A little truth or dare never hurt anyone.” You laughed at the eyebrow wiggling Liam was doing at the group.

Cracking open a couple cans of your preference of alcohol you sat in a circle following the rules for the childlike game. The rule was that you would have to chug a beer if you opted out of doing a dare as told by Lexi.

“Alice…truth or dare?” Astral smirked.

“Truth.” Alice grinned.

“Have you ever wanted to hook up with a female in the room?”

“Honestly? When I first met Y/N but then I got to know her.” Alice shrugged as she popped an M &M into her mouth. You laughed pushing her in the side, “What! Your hot and I’m into girls!”

“Nice to know you wanted to jump my bones.” You cried as you drank more of your beer.

“Astral…truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

“Makeout with Rachel.”

“What are you twelve?” Astral let out a deep chuckle before he pulled Rachel into a deep kiss that turned heated very soon.

“Okay! Moving on!” You exclaimed.

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You were an hour into the game and a lot of you were majorly tipsy already that you were getting more and more daring. You weren’t backing down from any question or dare but you seriously were enjoying the alcohol that you weren’t served at cast parties as Jensen didn’t want you drinking.

“Y/N…I dare you to wear a thong for the next twenty-four hours…starting now.” Lexi hiccuped.

“I don’t have any.” You frowned. You hated thongs with a passion but drunk you didn’t give a shit.

“I just got some yesterday!” Rachel squealed, “Here.”

Rachel swiftly pulled out a package of the them making you curious as to why she was carrying thongs around with her. You burped as you stumbled into the corner where you discarded the panties you were wearing and pulled the thong on. You could feel the heated gaze of Larson staring at you more than the others.

“Okay.” You giggled as you nearly fell over as you sat down.

You moved on from Truth or Dare into board games that had you all laughing your asses off but what really go the party going was when you were having a heavy make-out session with Larson on your bed. It wasn’t something that was new, you and Larson flirted but never passed the line.

“Y/N?” A knock on your tailer door didn’t pull you apart nor did you hear it over the music. You did however feel from when Larson was roughly pulled away from you.

“What the hell?” Larson exclaimed before backing off at the height of Jared and the pissed Jensen, “Invite only.”

“Get the fuck out of this trailer. NOW!” Jensen roared watching as everyone got their stuff and ran out of the trailer. You winced feeling the pain in your head before you saw Jared give you an advil and water.

“Do you know what time it is?” Jared said as he crossed his arms at you.

“It’s SEVEN IN THE MORNING!” Jensen roared, “Have you been drinking all night?”

“Maybe.” You grunted.

“You’re not legal.” Jensen huffed.

“I’m nineteen. I’m legal in Canada.” You groaned before Jensen huffed as you were still tipsy.

“Well your not in my eyes!”

“Jensen I was having fun!”

“Having fun drinking the night away and having sex with a stranger?” Jensen retorted, “Do you know how easily it is to forget a major detail of protection when you’re wasted?”

“Dude. I didn’t have sex.”

“Y/N you’re like a daughter to me. I don’t want to see you ruining your life like this. It’s one thing to have a drink or two but getting wasted isn’t acceptable especially when people are still working on set.”

“I’m sorry.” You pouted feeling yourself sober up, “I’m so-orry Dad.”

Jensen was stunned at what you called him before you passed out in his arms with no shirt on. He swiftly yanked the shirt you had stolen from him over you and placed you into your bed still thinking of what he was called. Jared and him quickly cleaned everything up before opening a window to air out the stench of alcohol.

“Wow.” Jared whispered, “She called you-“

“I know.” Jensen said awed. He really did see you as a daughter and could careless if you called him anything but he knew you saw him as a father.

You know, thongs aren’t so uncomfortable after all.” You mumbled in your sleep. Jared and Jensen scrunched their noses up before they fought for the door.

“That’s my cue to leave.” Jensen said he left his non biological daughter sleeping her way back to being sober.

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Harley Quinn's dreams

(A/N): I thought of this and yeah

Summary: Harley still deals with the horror of her relationship with the joker

Warnings: mentions of abuse, angst


Originally posted by kingdomofeclipse

   Harley had gotten away from the joker- from that evil Bastard she despised with a fiery passion. She couldn’t believe she had loved him at one point, especially with the way he treated her- as though she were nothing more than some play toy for him to manipulate. But now she had (Y/N); sweet, caring, SANE (Y/N). 

   Harley had met them at a hospital, they had been a nurse there, someone who took care of others, just like she once used to do. Harley didn’t have (Y/N) as a nurse, unfortunately, so she only got to see them during breaks or when they did their daily rounds. 

    “Heya cutie,” Harley had winked at them as they walked by, bound and determined to catch their attention. “Did anyone ever tell ya you’ve got the prettiest eyes?" 

    "Hmm, I think that title goes to you Miss Harleen quinzel," 

    "Please,” Harley stuck her hand out. “Call me Harley,”

    It hadn’t taken long for something to blossom between the two, after all Harley was a helpless romantic and (Y/N) was just so damn empathetic that it was really no surprise when Harley checked out one day (Courtesy of Bruce Wayne) only to come back, then proceed to kiss a certain nurse on the cheek and call them cute pet names. 

    Harley’s state of mind had improved greatly but she still kept a piece if her sassy, psychotic self behind; After all Harley Quinn had been a fun character to play. But for now she was Harleen Quinzel, recovering mental patient. But she was also Harleen Quinzel, an independent woman who just so happened to be living with a certain nurse. But for now she was asleep but that certain nurse was laying beside her, absolutely naked. 


    (Y/N) throws an arm around Harley’s pale waist, bringing her a bit closer to their own body. The woman whimpered in her sleep, stopping (Y/N) dead in their tracks. Perhaps she was in a bit of pain? (Helping Batman wasn’t the easiest task) Or perhaps she was having a different kind of dream? Maybe one that involved (Y/N)’s tongue dragging along her pale neck, stopping just above her- 

    “Please- please no,” she whimpered softly, curling in on herself unconsciously. “Please don’t hurt me,” (Y/N)’s eyebrows furrow in confusion, well- if Harley wasn’t having a sex dream then perhaps she was having a nightmare instead. "I promise I’ll be good- please- no,“ Her voice would slip into a mumble here and there until it would come out in a less than pleasant whimper. And then suddenly she was crying in her sleep, huge tears gliding down those unnaturally milky cheeks. "I’m so sorry Mr. J, I didn’t mean to-” (Y/N)’s brain officially stops functioning at the name Mr. J, one they hasn’t heard in years.

    During Harley’s recovery she opened up about the Joker, about how awful he was to her, the horrible things he made her do, many of the nurses had figured it was part of the reason Harley was so- crazy- to out it lightly. The joker had been horrible to sweet Harley, it had taken her years to finally get away from him and his torture but even now- nearly two years after she left him- he was still haunting her.

    “Harles,” (Y/N) whispers as they gently attempt to wake Harley up. It also turned out that Harley could be violent in her sleep, (Y/N) ha scars to Prove that, so it was always a good idea to stay on the safe side when trying to wake her up. “Harles wake up, please,” (Y/N) gently shakes her shoulder, biting their lip as they do. “Harley, my love, wake up, it’s just a dream,” Harley mumbles incoherently again squirming in (Y/N)’s grasp. “Harleen, wake up.” (Y/N)’s change in tone must have reached Harley subconsciously for suddenly she jolts awake, her eyes widening in fear as she looks around the room she was in. It wasn’t a hospital room, it wasn’t a cage, it wasn’t by…his…side, but it was Harley’s apartment, her apartment with (Y/N). 

   "Harley,“ (Y/N) looks at her with their own wide eyes. "Are you okay?” Harley looks up at their face, at the concern etched into their features. Mr. J had never looked at Harley like that- 

    “N-No,” Harley cries as she turns on her side to bury her face in (Y/N)’s chest. “It was awful (Y/N), h-he had tied me up a-and he was beatin’ me a-and,” (Y/N) pressed a soothing kiss to Harley’s browbone, soothing her nerves somewhat. 

   "It’s okay Harles, it was just a dream, you’re safe and sound with me,“ Harley sighs shakily as she tucks her head under (Y/N)’s chin, willing her tears to go away. "It’s okay,” (Y/N) continues to murmur words of comfort and almost praise. “It’s okay Harles, I got you, I got love,” Even with the nightmare still fresh in her mind, with (Y/N)’s words Harley really did believe them. She was safe and sound, (Y/N) had her, they weren’t going to let anything bad happen to her. For once Harley was safe and loved.

I don’t get people who think Ronan has to say he’s gay, that Adam has to say he’s bi, or that they have to explain anything to anyone. They know who they are now, and they know who they are to each other. It’s up to them how they talk about it, or if they talk about it at all. They can call each other boyfriends in front of people or Ronan can call Adam his forest Magician and Adam call Ronan his farmer. It’s Their Choice.

Sure, labels are important; they give us the words we need to talk about ourselves, to feel Real, to connect with others. But among our close friends, between two partners, and within ourselves, not everyone has to use these words.

Some emotions are too amorphous for words, too big for labels. Some things are stronger when you don’t say them. I admire and long for a relationship where we don’t say “I love you” very often, because we don’t have to. We show it. It’s nice to hear, but it’s not needed. We know.

“His feelings for Adam were an oil spill; he’d let them overflow and now there wasn’t a damn place in the ocean that wouldn’t catch fire if he dropped a match.”

and “Ronan’s second secret was Adam Parrish.”

are far more powerful lines than stating “Ronan is gay. He loves Adam.”

It’s okay if you like to passionately debate LBGTQ+ stuff with other people in a public setting with strangers, if you’re super open about your sexuality and relationships. But I don’t think Adam and Ronan are. And they don’t have to be.

Give Adam Parrish and Ronan Lynch the freedom to be themselves without resorting to words. It’s not necessary. They know. And I think it’s more powerful that way.

His Favourite

ahaha finally, my first Zelink fic! I’m warning you, it’s pure fluff. I hope you all enjoy <3


Link hummed quietly to himself as he flipped the pancake over, being careful not to let it stick to the sides. He hoped that the princess wouldn’t mind a change from her usual breakfast.

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Soul Part 2

philip hamilton x reader (modern au) 

requested part two (part one) of ‘Soul’ in which some dirty stuff occurs right after the events of part one whoops 

(ps. i’m sorry you all had to wait awhile for this!)

words: 1900

warnings: smutty fluff stuff, with a few swear words. I feel so dirty help lol

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1st Win | Hyunwoo | (M)

word count: 2k

genre: fluff + smut; idol-verse! + established relationship

pairing: reader/hyunwoo

summary: monsta x has just had their first ever win on a music show, and you’re too happy to celebrate that achievement with your boyfriend, who’s a part of said group.

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Fetish [Pt. 8]

Originally posted by miewmiew

Part 8 of Fetish

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7


With that last breathy plea, Jinyoung threw his soaked t-shirt to the floor. You stared back at him, eyes wide as you missed his perfectly sculpted chest, long lean torso and big, brash arms so much.

He backed your exposed body up against the cold tile that lined your wall, scooping you off the ground in one swift motion.

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✧Celestial

Description:The lonely wolf meets the moon.

Genre:Fluff

Chanyeol X Reader

Part 1 of ?


She walked into the room even though she knew what was coming.One of the tall boys slapped the other on the face,making the room silent for a second after the quiet boy at the back started to laugh out loud.The other two boys started to punch each other playfully,relieving the stress of the day and what was coming.

Those boys were her closest friends.

She grabbed an apple from the fruit basket and sat beside the guy who could barely stop laughing,making her smile a little at the situation.

“15 minutes left!” said a voice from the other room,making the tall boy grab his guitar and shoot a smirk to the only girl in the room.

“Looks like someone made it.” said the boy who was now eating the girl’s apple.

“Yeah,well….” the girl said,also grabbing her old guitar from the couch,stopping when a hand pets her hair.

“I’m glad you made it” the other boy said with a soft smile making the boys shoot smirks at each other.

She knew these boys since they were drooling over some girls in their class during high school.They had been sharing everything since then.Their passion in music also became a point of agreement,making their friendship turn into a stronger bond.After they graduated high school,she thought the boys would leave,just like everyone else.She was more than surprised to see them in front of her apartment when they heard about her university acceptance,making her heart flutter.

She nodded non-stop after hearing the boy’s words,making him giggle at how childish she was.She made her way to the stage after a few arguments about the studio they had just found between the boys.They all went up to the stage,the crowd already waiting for them.

They had been playing music for a long time but when one of them asked the others to change this into something more realistic other than playing in their basement,none of them disagreed,making a group of 4 teenagers who loved producing music.

Although her major was art,she also loved music and didn’t want to ruin the idea,joining the group.She sometimes joined the band’s practices after it became a big hit,sacrificing her time from the university.

The band became big when a company manager decided to see the town’s new group and produced a song for them,making all of them forget their true dreams.It was until the girl started to go university and they all made a decision to keep it as hobby even tough none of them kept the promise except the girl.

Today was an important day as they were performing as a group after so much time.They all made sure everything was in order and working before saying hello to the crowd and making a small talk about their absence.

She could feel the perks of happiness and the feeling of missing this stage mixing together,forming a smile on her lips.She slowly started to play the guitar,signalling all the boys that the night just started.

She was always the one to start as in the past,she would be the one who would encourage them to try new things and even start the band and continue at the times when they all felt done with it.The 3 boys asked her to take the lead every time they were going to start something new just like when they were going to start making music.

She felt her lungs fill with small fireflies as she sang the lyrics.

“ I rather wish that you were having a rougher time
  I want you to think of me
  Because it’s hard
  I want to be okay too “

He leaned over to say something to his friend just as he heard the lyrics being softly sang.Her voice felt like silk:soft and pure.He hurriedly made his way into the club too see the person singing.

She was sparkling like a star.

He took a few steps ahead,just wanting see her and listen to her closer,finding his way into the crowd.His friend came in shouting to him,asking him why left the car in sudden rush.He originally came too see band who was performing but he had found so much more.

He was living difficulties with finding an inspiration and producing his own music and that’s when his friend mentioned him about a really good group with amazing vocals who were coming back after a long rest,making him feel excited.He was going to meet the band but instead he found an inspiration.

His friend pointed the group who were singing,making him look at them more carefully than he was before as they all hit a high note,making the crowd go wild.

I feel my lips dry
  The lips that used to call you so much
  I realized then, like a habitual saying
  That I desperately looked for you as I called for you “

“…..THEM!” his friend said making his eyebrows raise as he understood absolutely nothing.

“What’re you saying?” he said with a low voice as the song ended.

“It’s them…The band you were going to meet.”


The song is Habit By Seventeen’s vocal unit if you are curious.It was something I’ve been meaning to write so hopefully,you liked it!Requests are open and please feel free to ask or request!!