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A Supermarket in California - Ladypigswagon - Stalion - 1/1 - 6191 Words

“So what is Death, Destroyer Of Worlds doing in a grocery store at 3 am?” Stiles asks. He’s shattered the moment. Taken the photograph and ripped it into pieces.


“The same could be asked of you,” Deucalion replies.


“I asked first,” Stiles says. Deucalion chuckles. The music changes to neon lights and cigarette smoking pop. I wanna love you in the worst way baby, you gotta kiss me just to taste a little danger.


“I needed tea,” Deucalion says. Stiles rolls his eyes. Someone graduated from the Alan Deaton School of cryptic non-answers. “And yourself?”


Stiles looks back at the ordered rows of tea.

“A distraction.”

Common courtesy among witches

Here are some key points we should all note when dealing with other witches. 

  • Their path is not your path, don’t act like it is. 
  • Don’t demand or feel entitled to others’ knowledge. Do your own research first before asking.
  • Don’t bash other witches paths. You don’t agree with what they follow? Don’t follow that path yourself. 
  • We’ve all dealt with spells backfiring or not working, don’t sit there and make someone feel like crap because their spell didn’t work.
  • Don’t bash other witches because you disagree with their morals behind certain spellwork. They want to hex someone? Unless they’re hexing you, leave them to it. 
  • Don’t bash witches who practice “dark” magic, there’s light and dark in everything. It’s all about balance. 
  • Most of all, be helpful, courteous and friendly. We’re all going through this path together and we’re all brothers and sisters of the craft who need friends alike. 
That was my line

Fandom: Harry Potter → Marauders Era

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Plot: Requested: Anon: Can I get a young Sirius black request when he meets you for the first time when you quickly run into his room while your hiding from someone you just pranked. Then you just run off saying ‘thanks mate’ or something like that


Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

Warning: a bit of light swearing I guess?

You hit you head against the book and groaned. ‘This shouldn’t be this hard. I just need to stop thinking about him.’ You sighed and lifted your head back up to look at the page in front of you. You were in the library for almost two hours but the amount of work you’ve done was probably of 15 minutes. You cursed Professor Slughorn and his strange love for giving the class a 30 page essay whenever the exams neared. You decided to take a nap to clear your head and start over. You closed the book and walked to the doors of the library when a frantic looking Sirius came in.

“I was looking for you.”

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death note highschool au where light and L are the two weird kids in school on different sides of the spectrum, Light being the cool weird loner kid and L being the weird loner who talks to himself and muses over things out loud and they’re notorious for hating each other (really its more them being annoyed that the other is as smart/smarter than them)

and the entire school ships it, to the point where they’re in the same history class and theres a project where everyone needs a partner and the entire class methodically pairs up with someone other than light and l so they’re forced to work together

and they fight so much, making faces and disagreeing on what really happened and pulling up sources and just being general little shits together and they’re at light’s home, working on it downstairs and being bitchy when Sayu comes in and is like “Light can you and your boyfriend please stop being so annoying I have homework too and it’s hard to focus with all this sexual tension in here” 

and they both just jump apart and look away and have just the faintest faintest of blush that of COURSE the other picks up on

and ten minutes later finds them making out in light’s room

Pit musician starters
  • [ a collection of things I've heard, said, and had said to me while working in the orchestra pit on musicals ]
  • "You'd better get your act together, or I'll give it to someone who can do it."
  • "This is a terrible key to play in."
  • "We're so under appreciated."
  • "What section are we cutting?"
  • "My stand light went out!"
  • "Bitch, you're nothing without us."
  • "*recites lines along with actors*"
  • "If Verdi wanted a piano to play all the parts, that's how he'd write it, so kindly back off."
  • "Don't fall into the pit!"
  • "Get your fucking stuff out of my area."
  • "I need more space!"
  • "It's like the wardrobe to Narnia in here, except it's...well, not."
  • "Stop throwing your shit down here!"
  • "I can't play in these conditions."
  • "I'm tired of these 8 am rehearsals."

sparks-n-dust  asked:

안녕하세요! I was wondering if you could help me: I'm learning about predicates and endings and I've been struggling with the pre-final endings, like the honorific suffix -(으)시, past tense marker 었/았 and the non-sentence-final endings. Is there a way for you to shine some light on me? (My grammar is unhelpful) Thank you so much for all your hard work! This blog has been an inspiration for me to continue studying Korean. 정말감사합니다!!!!


By adding  -시 or -(으)시 to a verb stem, you’re making it an “honorific verb”. This is used when you’re speaking about or to someone who is above you in the social hierarchy. (eg your boss, your friend’s mum etc).  

Please remember that after attaching ~(으)시 to a word, you need to conjugate it to make a sentence. 

“살다” means “to live”. 

 살다 + ~(으)시  = 사시 

Then after conjugating present tense (+ ~아/어요) becomes 사셔요 

Or conjugating past tense (+ ~았/었다) becomes 사셨다

Or conjugating to formal declarative (+ ~ㅂ/습니다) becomes 사십니다.

Some examples include:

“어머니는 무슨 일 하셔?”   -   What kind of work does your mum do?

“언제 가세요?”  -   When do you leave? (technically, it would be “가셔요” but language has evolved so ~셔요 sometimes becomes ~세요 now)

How To Study Korean explains the rules and usage well, so please check out this page if you’re still confused!! :-)

This site also gives examples of the different endings and formulas you can use!

We recently posted a lesson on conjugation [HERE] where we included all the rules.

었/았 is added to the verb stem to change the sentence to past tense. Basically, once added to the verb stem, you then “conjugate it again” by adding 아(요)/어(요) to the end. You do this by taking the last vowel and adding the appropriate ending. 

만들다 = 만들+었+어(요)   =   만들었어요 (the last vowel is ㅡ ) 

가다 =  가+았+아(요  = 갔어요   (the last vowel is ㅏ)

먹다 = 먹+었+어(요) = 먹었어요   (the last vowel is ㅓ)

일어나다 = 일어나+았+어(요) = 일어났어요   (the last vowel is ㅏ)

Non-sentence-final endings end a verb or adjective but not the sentence. The allow you so say one thing (the first “clause” )and connect it to another thing (the second clause) in the same sentence. 

These “endings” include (but are not limited to)

~고 - and then (점심 먹고 갔어요 I ate lunch and then left)
~어/아서 - so, therefore 
~으면서 - while
~지만 - although, but

Some examples include:

점심 먹고 갔어요 I ate lunch and then left. (”고” ended the verb “먹다” but did not end the sentence)

영화를 보면서 과자 먹었어요 While watching a movie I ate a snack (”면서” ends the verb, and allows you to continue to the second part of the sentence)

Thank you for your questions. We hope this helped!!

Return to Sender Spell

Originally posted by ladybluefox666

Some of you guys may already know this spell. It is very simple and works like a charm!

If you suspect someone has cursed you, or you are just having a bought of bad luck this spell should work! It has for me!

All you need is a black taper candle, flying devil oil, and a sharp tool to carve the candle with.

Take the sharp tool and carve “RETURN TO SENDER” all over the candle then anoint the candle with the Flying Devil oil…light it and let it burn out!

The Flying Devil oil is just a mixture of olive oil and red pepper flakes, OR you can just anoint the candle with the oil and roll it in the red pepper flakes!

literally the worst thing on this website is when you see a post and it’s like “u know that feeling when all u really want to do is get into bed and lay down with all the lights off or like when ur friends text u but u just don’t have the energy to have a conversation with anyone” and then someone reblogs it and adds “actually, that’s a symptom of depression!” like…… no………….. that’s not how it works just because you sometimes feel tired and sometimes don’t want to talk to people it doesn’t make u depressed it makes u human and there’s nothing wrong with having depression and depression is definitely something that needs to be destigmatized/talked about but diagnosing people over like tumblr posts is not the way to go about it

“Bleeding Out” Poison Apple Curse

Hi guys! I’ve never actually posted any of my personal spells before because I consider them, y'know, personal. But recently I’ve felt drawn to begin posting them. I want to help people out. This spell is a “poison apple” curse that is meant to cause the truth to come to light. 

In other words, say there is a person who look very nice and could be super popular and well liked. But they are not nice and you know this. Maybe they hurt you or someone you care about. Maybe they are racist or transphobic. Any of these things. This curse will not only bring these things to light, but force them to feel the pain and consequences of those actions. I have used this spell and it did work VERY well.

Things you will need:

  • 1 apple 
  • Salt
  • Knife, rusty nail, anything sharp really. 
  • A nasty mixture (anything gross. Examples: vinegar, chilli powder, black pepper, bleach, lemon juice, rust, tobacco, graveyard dirt, angry spit, etc) just make sure to be careful about what you are mixing. Check first please, especially if using harder products like bleach! 
  • Pen/Marker
  • Small slip of paper
  • Container the apple can fit into (bag, jar, etc)
  • Optional: a ritual stimulant like coffee grounds for it to happen faster. 

1) Get your ingredients ready! Create your “nasty mixture” and if your practice includes setting up an alter, invoking deities, or circle casting do that now.
2) Take the apple. This represents the person that you are cursing. Write their first and last name on the apple while visualizing their face. Say “On the outside you look normal and nice…”
3) With the knife, cut out the core/center of the apple. Pull it out. Remove the top of the core from the rest of it, as the “lid” of the apple will be replaced later.
4) Take the mixture and pour it into the apple. Say “…But you are filled with poison…” as you pour. Do not fill all the way.
5) On a small slip of paper, write the bad properties of the person that need to come to the surface. Say “…filled with vice…” as you place the slip of paper inside of the apple.
6) Get the top of the apple and place it back on. Say “in order to bring these things to light…”
7) Get your knife! You are going to (carefully, unless you are okay with making a mess) stab the apple once for every thing that you wrote down. Really put your energy into this. Make it hurt. Say “…I will stab and I will slice.” Try to make the knife go all the way through the apple.
8) Once the apple is oozing (or dripping?) put it in a container (I’m using a bag because I don’t have any jars big enough to hold my apple)
9) If you are using any stimulant in your curse, add a tiny pinch to a bowl of salt and mix. Add this mixture to the container that the apple is in. Close/seal it.
10) Now SHAKE! As you do this, imagine the person facing the consequences of everything you wrote down. Put your intent and anger into it and really focus on their stupid face. You want them to be seen as who they are. This salt is the consequences, the salt to the wounds after they are seen. Say “You will pay.” for every time you stabbed them.
11) Now get rid of your bag of suffering. Don’t keep it in your house unless it is in the trash can. You can get rid of it how you want but do not bury it, as it will hurt the earth.
12) Get rid of any negative energy that may come back on you (if you believe in that.) Cleanse yourself with a nice cup of tea (lavender, chamomile, and rosemary might be nice!) or a bath/shower. Cleanse the area with salt, salt water, incense (dragonsblood, sandalwood, lavender, anything you’d like to use.) or any way of cleansing you choose. Ground yourself and get rid of any extra energy. Get some nice PJs on and curl into bed with snacks and netflix or something. Curses like this that require so much energy can leave you feeling super drained so be sure to take care of yourself.

Terms and Conditions
One Shot
It’s always a good idea to go over the fine print when making bets with someone who loves playing with you as much as they love playing games with you.
Character: Tom Hiddleston
Genre: Smut
Rating: Mature/NSFW | Sex, Light BDSM, Teasing
A/N: Hey everyone! So instead of working on what I actually need to be working, I decided to write my first smut ever. So, uh, be kind, comments welcome and all that good stuff? I might split this up in to two parts depending on how long it gets, who knows? Yeah, this is definitely going to be two parts, so if you guys want part two, let me know?

The terms and conditions were simple. Ten minutes, bound to the head board, not a single sound. If you made a sound, time was up and who ever lasted the longest won. You weren’t new to Tom’s games, in fact, you dared to say that you loved them when you both started being more open in the bedroom. You came up with games too, of course, but somehow they never seemed as thrilling and daring as what he might concoct in that childish mind of his. For some reason though, he was being a little bit more cheeky about this game than normal, or at least you thought so, you couldn’t quite place your finger on it. But you could not argue with the opportunity to wreck him up first before he had a go at you. You liked to say you had the stronger resolve of the two of you.

So there he was, stripped down, sitting up against the head board with his hands bound to the edges, unable to make a single sound. The timer had started for the ten minutes and you were going to make him writhe in pleasure. You started slow, kissing, licking, pinching, the occasional scratch that you knew would drive him crazy. He was almost purple by the time you got down to where he needed you most, dripping over his stomach, but so far, he hadn’t made a single sound. You had to give him kudos for that, the insides of his cheeks must be raw by now with the heaving of his chest and the way his hands shook against the soft leather cuffs, but you were far from done and only three minutes in.

“I have to say Tom, you’re doing fairly well,” you cooed lightly as you seated yourself between his legs, his eyes dark and hooded as he focused on your every move, but he kept his mouth shut, earning a pout from your lips. “Aw, don’t be like that. How can I know if you like what I’m doing if you won’t talk to me,” you pouted at him all too innocently, and you had to hold back a giggle at the sharpness that came from his eyes, but they were quick to screw shut with flared nostrils as you started to stroke feather light touches up and down the underside of his length, feeling him twitch beneath your touch. He gritted his teeth and breathed heavily, and you could have sworn you heard him swallow a sound as you wrapped your hand around him, squeezing from base to head. “What was that? I couldn’t hear you,” you smiled with a bat of your eyes, and if looks could kill, you knew you’d be dead by now.

You squeezed and tugged and played with the tip, and then came the sucking, the licking, and the deep throating that you knew he absolutely couldn’t resist, but a slight panic started to kick in as he still had not made a single sound, and you had only two minutes left. You decided to pick it up and got him so close that he was all but screaming as his arms strained against the head board and his thighs shook, knowing that you’d been going so slow, you’d been building up for one of his best orgasms yet, or at least you’d like to think. With one final squeeze he came hard on your hand, his head thrown back so hard you could swear there would be a bump in a few hours, and his chest rose and fell in rapid breaths that came through gritted teeth, but even as you wrung him completely dry and rode him out for as long as he could go, not a single sound came from his lips, and the timer had gone off for a successful ten minutes.

You sat back on the edge of the bed as he came down from his high, a weight setting in your stomach. You thought sure you could have had him screaming by the time you got to around six or seven minutes, but he stayed completely quiet the whole time. “Don’t be too upset darling,” came his throaty voice as he swallowed, looking at you beneath sweaty bangs of his curly brunet hair, causing you to glare at him. “I’ll wear that pirate’s costume one day, rest assured, but that night won’t be on your terms like you’d planned,” he chuckled lightly as you huffed. “I’ve only been trying to get you to wear it for months now,” you grumbled through your teeth, crossing your arms over your bear chest. “Trust me when I say Y/N, it was quite difficult for me, you were driving me insane,” he breathed, gaining your attention at the compliments. “But alas, one of us is just a better player,” he said with a cheeky smirk and dark eyes with a tilt of his head. There it was, he could never let you have the final compliment. “Now, be a good kitten and come untie me. I do believe it’s your turn,” he almost purred, and you huffed again as you got up from the edge of the bed to move towards the cuffs, undoing only one. He could take care of the other one.

“Alright, so what do you get out of this now,” you asked crossly, watching him as he undid the other cuff and moved for you to come to his spot on the bed. “So curious, aren’t you? I’d venture to say that since you weren’t successful in your allotted time, that I’ve won this little game, so it doesn’t very much matter except for the fact that you’re going to abide by it,” he explained as you sat against the head board, though you were less than willing to give him your arms just yet. “Oh no, I get a chance to redeem myself. If I last, it’s a draw, and no one wins,” you shot back defensively, earning a chuckle from him as he stood from the bed. “Of course you do pet,” he agreed, holding out his hand for one of yours to put you in his same restraints. You hesitated though, looking up to him with a leer in your eyes. “I told you what I wanted if I won. What happens if you win,” you ask with an edge to your words, having not been given an answer all night. He pondered your question thoughtfully before taking your hand and shutting it securely in the cuff, rendering you now incapable of making too many more demands.

“For now, let’s just call it motivation for you not to make a single sound,” he smirked, moving to the other side of the bed to secure your other arm, but he could see the tentativeness in your eyes at his lack of information. “But if I last it doesn’t matter,” you countered, establishing the point again since he seemed to be doubting your ability to do so. He nodded though at your words, despite the small falter in your voice. Something about how calm he was being about all of this wasn’t sitting well with you, like he somehow knew something that you didn’t about how the next ten minutes were going to go. “That’s right. If.. you last,” he almost growled, pausing on the word ‘if’ to make sure you knew the possibility of that word. Your heart started to pick up as he came closer to you on the bed, his eyes dark and his lips lined with a mischievous smirk you knew all too well. What did you just get yourself into? “Good luck pet. Your time begins now,” he said with a wicked grin and a small peck on your nose, beginning the timer for ten minutes.

He started off slow, and for once, slow was okay with you. He sat beside you and started with small pecks before taking you in for a loving, passionate kiss, the kind that would normally have you weak at the knees and moaning for him to do something, but not this time. You had a resolve to keep. He moved passed your jaw and beneath your chin to your neck, and against your better judgement you naturally leaned to the side, giving him better access. You cursed yourself for it only a few seconds after as he licked a thin stripe from the base of your neck and shoulder all the way up behind your ear, making you shiver, and you could practically feel the smile on his lips. “You’re going to make this so easy for me, aren’t you,” he questioned with a smile on his lips, but you instead shot him a deadly glare. “Alright, alright. I’ll just have to see just how strong you’re going to be,” he chuckled, moving down the bed to between your legs, and with your eyes set on him, you were ready for his worst.

He started with feather light touches as his fingers skated up your legs from your ankles, raising goosebumps on your skin in his wake. He moved with his hands, coming to the top of your knees, and with his forefinger and his thumb he squeezed, causing you to jump. 'He wouldn’t dare’ you glowered as you kept a firm glare on him, his eyes gauging your every reaction as his hands moved up your legs again to the tops of your thighs, giving another squeeze. You squirmed only a little then, not being able to help the natural reaction to one of your ticklish spots, but the devilish smirk on his face as he ignored the V between your legs and continued up your hips caused your eyes to go from firm to helpless. 'He’s a child! This is low even for him,’ you seethed as his hands came and rested on your sides beneath your ribs. He saw the change in your eyes, and his expression changed too, from that smirk to a childish toothy grin as his fingers ghosted over your skin, causing you to lightly squirm beneath his touch.

“What? We didn’t say this wasn’t fair game,” he almost giggled as he gripped your hips between his legs, rendering you immobile as he dug his fingers into your sides. Your legs kicked behind him and your arms pulled at the restraints, anything to try and get away from the assault on your ticklish spot as you tried to squirm under his weight. Not being able to move at all only made it worse as his fingers moved up and down between your hips and your ribs, relentlessly using your weakness against you. Your eyes screwed shut as you tried not to focus your nerve endings betraying you, turning your face away from him as you bit on the inside of your cheek, anything to keep you from letting out a shriek. This went on until you were red in the face trying to hold it in, your breath heaving, but after what seemed far longer than necessary, he released his grip on you, the assault ending.

Your skin crawled as you shivered, trying to ebb the feeling away as you breathed deeply trying to compose yourself. He sat back from you then on his heels, watching your trembling body with still that childish grin on his face. “I’m impressed. That usually gets you,” he said, genuinely for what it was worth. You dared to look at him then with your deadliest glare, promising that he would pay deeply for this, but instead he only tsked at you, disappointed. “I’m afraid that means drastic measures though kitten. I’m sorry it had to come to this,” he said in his best mock disappointed voice as he moved from the bed. You glanced at the timer on the bedside table, what time could he have for 'drastic measures’ in six and a half minutes. You had to venture that you were doing good so far, he hadn’t even really touched you yet and you hadn’t made a sound. And if he was going to be all bark and no bite, how hard could this be?

You were confident in this for all of two seconds before you saw him move to the bedside drawer, and you instantly felt your stomach drop. Your eyes went wide as you watched him pull out the black silk blindfold you two used and you looked at him incredulously as he moved towards you, shaking your head. He held it out, watching you with a devious grin as you went to open your mouth, but he paused, raising an eye brow, waiting for you to speak. “What? What was that,” he teased, but you closed your mouth again not daring to let your voice betray you. Instead though you stared between him and the blindfold, wondering if he could actually be serious. This was cheating. “Oh if only you could protest, but you can’t without losing. But I would like to bring up that we never agreed that we couldn’t use.. other methods,” he said, and before you could protest with a shocked glare, he slipped the blindfold over your head, and you were left to darkness, but not silence.

You listened carefully above your own erratic breathing as he dared to rummage for something else in the drawer, and you knew there were only three more things in there. A silk scarf that you typically used as a gag, but that would defeat the purpose here, a small paddle which you were really in no position for him to use effectively on you, and… He wouldn’t… You heard him chuckle to yourself as you started to tremble, hearing a small 'click’ before the sound of vibrations filled the air around you. He would. You instantly started to fight against the head board again as you crossed your legs tight, trying anything and everything to prevent what was most likely about to be your end. “Now darling, don’t be a sore loser. Next time you’ll just have to be more specific on the rules,” he said and you could just hear that cheeky superior grin on his face. You wanted to scream at him and tell him it wasn’t fair, that he was cheating, but you didn’t want to lose that way, although your chances of winning seemed pretty slim now.

You could hear it getting closer, on the softest setting. He was not going to make this easy on you. Just hearing it though you could feel the slickness between your legs getting worse at knowing what those vibrations could do to you. There were three settings, for low, medium, and high, and then the one you always saved for last, the pulsating vibrations, and just the thought of it between your legs was enough to make you groan, but you couldn’t, you wouldn’t. You felt the bed sink beside you from his weight, and he was going to use every liberty he could, taking the tip of it down from behind your ear to the base of your neck, making you squirm under the touch as he brought it to each hardened nipple at your chest. He’d hold it there for a few moments, tweaking the other with his fingers, just enough to get you panting and squirming with the uncertainty of what he was going to do next behind the blindfold, but you had a pretty clear idea, even as you kept your legs closed shut like a vice.

From between your breasts he trailed it down your skin lightly, feeling goosebumps rise on your skin, all the way down your abdomen and your stomach, to the V between your hips, and despite your closed legs, the smoothness of the vibrator and the betrayal of your own arousal allowed him to slide it just so between your thighs, causing you to throw your head back. You couldn’t know how much time you had left, four minutes? Three minutes? But if you could keep your legs closed, maybe, just maybe you could stand a chance. He wasn’t going to let down that easy though as he began to move it in slow circles between your thighs, gauging your reaction to see when he might have hit that particularly sweet spot. Tilting it ever so slightly upward, you jumped at having it come in contact with your throbbing clit, having been without stimulation this entire time, well into having had him tied up on the bed, and he chuckled darkly. “Ah, there it is. I knew your body would betray you,” he laughed, moving the device again in those same circles but knowing now where your bud was amongst your skin.

He dared to turn the device up to it’s second setting and tilted it again, coming in contact with your clit as he started to move it up and down, creating that sweet friction that you had so desired, but needed more of. He took it achingly slow though moving it over your clit, waiting till you were writhing from the contact before slowly helping you ease your legs open, your muscles becoming weak and your mind becoming foggy. Your resolve was slipping, you couldn’t let that happen, but the feeling was too good between your legs, your body couldn’t be denied the pleasure any more. With your legs spread wide for him, he moved between them with the device clutched in his hands, moving between your folds, under your clit, ignoring the bud now, but he knew you wouldn’t last much longer as he lined your slit with the vibrations, watching your strain against the cuffs and your chest heave with heavy breaths. Your mouth was closed tight and your head shook from side to side, trying to fight your need to mewl and scream against the vibrations between your legs.

“This is as torturous for me as it is for you pet. I must say you’re doing much better than I’d thought. Two and a half minutes left,” came Tom’s voice, and you could hear how husky his voice was at watching you, knowing he must be hard again by now, but that didn’t matter. All that mattered was that two and a half minutes left, but you had just forgotten about what else the device could do before he slid it into your heat with ease, and turned it up to the third setting. Your body convulsed with the sudden intense vibrations surging inside of you as you adjusted to the size, listening to it as he pulled it in and out of your slit, creating more friction. Your teeth were gritted together painfully now as your arms shook against the restraints, and you weren’t sure how much longer you could last. You couldn’t tell if you actually were doing good or if he was letting you do good up until now, but all bets were off as he switched to the final pulse setting and rested it inside of you, tilting up against that delicious spot against your walls. Each pulse sent a new wave of incredible pleasure through your body as your body moved with it, your hips bucking up with each pulse. He started to rub against that spot as he brought his thumb down on your clit, putting pressure on the ignored bud, and as soon as he started to rub up and down on the nerves there, you screamed.

Not seconds later your vision went white behind the darkness of the blindfold, and you squealed at the convulsions of your body releasing your orgasm, and he rode out your high for you with the vibrator buried inside you and his thumb drawing quick circles on your clit, and just as you had come down from your high, the timer rang. “I do believe that is game, set, and match,” Tom smirked as the vibrator left you, leaving you empty as your body trembled in the aftermath of your orgasm. He switched it off and removed your blindfold to reveal sharp eyes glaring daggers at him.

“You cheating bastard,” you seethed, your chest heaving and your skin slicked with a thin layer of sweat, but Tom only looked at you with an innocent gaze, his eyes wide at your words. “Cheating? I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he feigned with a hand on his chest over his heart, as if he might actually be hurt at your harsh words. “We didn’t say we could use anything else,” you shot back. “We also didn’t say that we couldn’t use anything else,” he retorted, that cheeky grin back on his face at how easy it was to throw your own words back at you. “So what? You had to use 'other methods’ to make sure you won because you knew you couldn’t do it by yourself,” you countered, knowing exactly how to get under his skin. He had barely touched you in the expert way you knew he could, so did he really have to use something else to make sure he won? You had to laugh with yourself at the cleverness of your words, but they were met with a dark glare from his eyes that made your breath catch in your throat, and before you knew what happened your bum was perched on his thighs, your legs in the air resting on his shoulders, and his straining red cock was just above your still throbbing core.

“You’re going to regret that with what I’d had planned for my victory kitten,” he growled before easily thrusting into you due to your release, causing you to squeal at being so suddenly filled again. Any thought you might have had to question his threat left you as he began thrusting hard and steady into you, the angle allowing him to hit deeper with each thrust. He angled his hips upward after a few thrusts to make sure he hit that sweet spot against your walls, and feeling him brush and throb against you caused your body to tremble as you gave out a small stream of curses, begging him not to stop. His thrusts began to grow uneven as you continued to struggle and fight against your restraints, only wanting to touch him and run your fingers down his arms after having been denied mobility for so long, but you couldn’t form the words to ask him to release you as he brought one hand down to your clit, pinching the bud and making you cry out before applying a pressure that tilted you over the edge. Your walls contracted around him as you came, and the squeeze of your muscles caused him to grunt before releasing inside of you, his thrusts slowing before he slid out and let you down gently.

You were both heaving, sweaty messes as he moved to release you from the head board, and as you moved you winced at how sore you felt from being restrained, but Tom took care in being gentle with you as he placed soft kisses on your shoulders. However, despite how tender he was being, there was still the whole matter of what this night was actually for. You two made a bet, he never told you want he wanted, but he did cheat, would he accept that? You weren’t going to let yourself lose so easily, especially since you should have been able to use some of your 'other methods’. Before you could say much on the subject though, he got up and headed towards the bathroom for a shower you presumed, and you couldn’t ignore that a shower sounded nice.

You waited for him for only a few minutes before he was done and out, but you were drowsy and drifting off by that point before forcing yourself into the shower. By the time you were finished, your hair fresh and your skin clean of sweat, he was asleep amongst the covers, and your eyes felt heavy when you came onto the bed with him. You wanted to know what his side of the bet was, and to fight that you weren’t going to do it because he cheated, but you just felt so tired… Perhaps it could wait till the morning?


So I’ve been thinking about when the right time to post this would be. John and I have been discussing expanding our family since Harlow was a baby. Between work and busy schedules it seemed like it was never going to happen. We discussed having another baby but with my new book coming out soon I couldn’t travel while pregnant. 

So for now that is on hold, but a good friend of mine’s sister was only 16 when she got pregnant and couldn’t take care of her. We discussed it with Harlow and we all came to agree that we will always have our home opened to someone in need. We are now her official adoptive parents! She’s been home with us for almost a month and she lights up every room she walks into. Harlow has a new best friend, and little sister. Meet Asher Lynn Mitchell. <3

Don’t need mistletoe to kiss you

I finally finished a gift for @delta-roseblr for @pjosecretsanta2016
It’s not as long and as good as I wanted it to be, but I’ve been working hard on it and although I write a lot, it’s the first fanfiction I’ve ever posted online! I hope you enjoy it! Merry Christmas! <3

Don’t need mistletoe to kiss you 
Pairing: Solangelo
Words count: 2274

Someone opened the door.
The mid-light crept into the cabin, falling on the back of Nico’s head. His messy dark hair was sticking in a lot of different directions, giving away the fact that he was asleep just a second ago. He let out a tired groan, covering his head with a pillow as soon as he felt sunlight on his face. What time was it? Why was anyone bothering him so early in the morning?

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This is a well needed reminder for artists on the internet.

What you see is someone with thousands of subscribers/followers, an expensive computer/camera/lighting/microphone/cintiq/copics/oils/watercolours. If thats the only stage youve seen them at, its easy to believe that they just got it like that, like they had the money for it all at once, without working for it. Its easy to become jealous and bitter over.

But you have to remember, they’ve more likely than not spent years using cheaper supplies, only doing art in their free time while they work in a job they may not even enjoy or in education, saving up every spare penny they have to get a few more markers, or to save up for a tablet. They’ve spent years posting their art and getting little recognition for it, just like you. But if they’ve been consistent in uploading work to a shcedule, they’ve gained more followers, gained enough money from their art/commissions/youtube ad revenue to quit their day job and do what they love full time.

Rome wasnt built in a day.


When they pull up — finally, finally — to the house, there’s a low electric buzz and a light on in the kitchen. It takes Mulder a moment to remember that this should make him nervous. For years it’s just meant that Scully is home early from work. Now it means someone is there who isn’t supposed to be.

He thinks of those headlights.

It’s only midafternoon. They still have hours of daylight if they need to turn around. Not that he has any idea where they would go.

Scully turns to Will. “What do you think?” She’s quiet, as though whoever’s inside might hear her.

Will shakes his head. “I’m not getting anything. But maybe that’s a good sign.”

“Stay in the car,” Scully tells them, and without any hesitation she grabs the gun and goes.

She used to get so angry when he did that kind of shit — when he’d tell her to just stay in the car so he could go charging ahead into danger. From the back Will says, “She’s trying to protect you,” and Mulder’s lips press into a thin line. He thinks, we’re supposed to protect each other. He knows she’s been keeping him in the dark and he hasn’t confronted her, not yet, but a reckoning is coming.

Barely a moment later she emerges from the house and gestures toward them. Scully’s posture is easy and inexplicably she’s smiling, for the first time in weeks. Mulder and Will follow her inside, still cautious and slow. He can’t shake the tension of the last week out of his body.

They didn’t find Matt, but Walter Skinner found them. He’s sitting at their kitchen table, looking simultaneously uncomfortable and pleased.

He gets up out of his chair to shake Mulder’s hand and then, briskly, Will’s; the kid looks pleased to be greeted with a handshake. “Good timing. I was going to leave tomorrow,” Skinner says. “I wasn’t sure if you were coming back.”

The four of them sit back down around the table. Scully frowns, looking down at the empty surface. “I left a note on the table. You didn’t see it?”

Skinner shrugs. “There was nothing here.”

Scully’s eyes narrow further, but Mulder knows this house; it’s drafty and old and his stuff seems to disappear all the damn time. He’s sure they’ll find the note a month from now, stuck in a vent or a loose floorboard.

“You’re staying?” Mulder asks.

“For now.” Skinner scratches at the back of his head, looking uncomfortable again. “We should talk.”

And they will, but for now, Mulder is focused on the relief he feels, that someone they know is alive. Their fruitless search for Matthew had made him afraid that they were the only ones left; Skinner’s reappearance seems like a sign. It’s not like they’ve been in close touch with Skinner all of these years. He’d continued moving up in the Bureau; Mulder and Scully moved on to other lines of work — safer, easier lines of work — and sent him an email every once in a while, in fits of nostalgia. But he’s a friend, and a connection to a period in their lives when they would’ve been better equipped to handle the apocalypse, and seeing him is deeply reassuring.

Skinner helps them carry their scavenged supplies in from the truck. They drag another mattress down to the basement.

I voted for Hilary

I voted for Hilary for my students.  Most of them are minorities and their parents are immigrants.   I don’t want the descriptions Trump uses to be something that not only harms their self-confidence, but might also incite violence against them.    I voted for Hilary because I am blessed to work with students of all abilities and challenges. I don’t think someone who makes fun of people with disabilities or kicks them out of places is a good role model, nor do I think they have the capacity for empathy or the leadership skills to build an education platform that works to meet the needs of all students.   I voted for Hilary because in grade school a classmate wrote an 8 page poem that rhymed about my supposed sex life, threatened me, and no one stood up for me.  I voted for Hilary because in college, a guy went into reverse at a red light and hit my car just to talk to me and I had to get a no trespassing order against him because he started stalking me.  I voted for Hilary because as an adult a male doctor was inappropriate during an exam with me.  And I think Trump would privately applaud all these men.  I voted for Hilary because I love all my friends and family and I fear what would happen to my friends that are people of color and/or part of the LGBTAQ community if Trump were elected.  I voted for Hilary because even people I don’t know that Trump targets deserve people to stand up against attacks directed at them.  I voted for Hilary because while she does not meet all of the criteria for my ideal candidate, I cannot vote for a person who I believe exemplifies hate, has no business with nuclear codes, and whose narcissist personality makes him so similar to Hitler.  Basically, I voted for Hilary because a vote for Trump would hurt everyone on the planet.

I work at a retailer/grocery store, and today at 10:30 pm, this rich, 50+, snobby woman came in and demand someone reopen out bakery, which had been closed for an hour, just to have someone slice her bread.
Sue yelled at us when we told her the bakery had closed at 9. The lights were off and no one was behind the counter!
Who needs bread sliced at 10:30 at night??
And more importantly, why couldn’t she do it herself?? She wasn’t incapable, she just didn’t want to!
I really wanted to ask “in all your years on this planet, no one taught you how to slice bread??” but I need to keep this job until the holidays pass.
The entitlement people walk around with will never cease to amaze me. I was astounded.

More things Oikawa

I always swoon at all the detailes and bits of ideas authors put into their works. Like things that seem ‘not-so-important’ or ‘just-wanted-to-put-this-here-no-special-meaning’, that no one even thinks twice about. And then ages later they just go BANG!! and a ‘one-of-the-most-important-things-EVER’, and you are like “WOW! He/she thought this so beforehand! Cool!!”. I’ve seen those in Naruto and Bleach a lot of times.

And well. Oikawa. Who is called ‘DaiOu-sama’ (a Great King) by Hinata. And who is born on July 20th, the day Alexander the Great is supposed to be born. Alexander the Great, who is called in Japanese  アレクサンドロス大王 - Arekusandorosu DaiOu.

And then there is Iwaizumi, born on June 10th. The day Alexander the Great has died.

And the absolute harmony, the ‘A-Un no Kokyuu’ (阿吽の呼吸), where ‘A’ and ‘Un’ actually “symbolically represent the beginning and the end of all things.” (c)



Edit: Here is the source for the birthdays, as I did not research that myself but have heard from a friend who herself just stumbled upon it. There are more there!

Five things I love about Scorpios ♏

Your fun side - People always talk about Scorpios and their intensity (and yes you guys can be intense lol) but you guys can also be extremely fun-loving and light-hearted. Defo the life of the party!

Your drive - Lets not forget that Scorpio is co ruled by mars, so you guys are very driven. You pursue your dreams with such passion and are incredibly hard working. 👌

Your independence - You guys do what you want, when you want and aren’t afraid to “go it alone” and won’t care care what others think while you’re doing it! Queens 👑.

Your honesty - You guys are incredibly honest and I love that about you. If someone needs good advice you’re great because you’ll always keep it 100.💯

Your loyalty - Scorpios are one of the most loyal zodiac signs. If you’re their close friend they’re have your back no matter what, they got you. If you need them they’ll be there, no questions asked. 🙌

Snow Day

I have to get dressed to go shovel and then get ready to head to the farm store for the day. Lila will be home alone all day. : /

Crazy dreams about men in my life. Feeling haunted. Was lovely to be held for a little while by someone I’ve missed terribly, though. So lovely. 

Wrestling this morning with how my overly-strong sense of empathy makes it difficult for me to maintain boundaries in support of my own needs for empathy from others. Like, I really understand how this one person struggles with communication and with looking at and working on behavioral patterns. I know the life story. I know it’s so hard. I know

But, I am miserable trying to maintain any kind of a relationship with them because I have to do all of the lifting. All of it. The heavy, the light, the medium. All of the lifting. I can’t be your emotional mule. I just can’t. 

I guess what I’m saying is that while I shovel snow for the next hour, I am going to practice ways of saying goodbye that are about me and what I need instead of about them and what they can’t provide. 

Or something like that. 

Fuck, my heart hurts. 


Healing Spell Jar

What you need: a sealable jar or bottle, lavender, ginger, basil and sea salt. Thyme, garlic, peppermint or onion are all good substitutes or can be included in addition to what I used, given the size of the jar.

Light incense or a candle to purify the space you’re working in. Bathe the inside and outside of the jar. Be sure to have removed any labels  or obstructions on or in the jar beforehand!

Add each of the ingredients in equal measure to the jar. With each one focus on the intent of the ingredient. If the recipient is someone other than yourself, keep their face in your mind.

Lavender for healing and anti-anxiety. Sea salt for purification. Ginger for healing. Basil for protection.

Once you’re done, put the lid on the jar and seal it with wax. I used wax from a white candle to protect but green and yellow are healing colors and can work just as well, if not better. My lid was yellow so I felt it would be a nice combination.

Then you’re all done!

From the Spellbook of Activities Director Prism