suddenly! stripping

Very professional revenge for unprofessional behavior.

As humans often do, I became tired one day at work. I decided to use one of my 15 minute paid breaks to take a nap at my desk. One of my coworkers, who I have not only never wronged but never really had a conversation with prior to this, posted incredibly unflattering photos of me sleeping on Facebook all captioned by him with insults to my character and appearance. So, I got to wake up to a bunch of comments from people I’ve never met about how I’m a lazy, special-snowflake, millennial who looks like she used to be a man. That was super fun. What was even more fun was the fact that he’s firmly planted in the Good Ol’ Boys Club, which makes him bulletproof. The manager agreed that it wasn’t professional, but the poor man was suddenly and inexplicably stripped of his ability to do anything about it by those jerks in corporate.

I decided to do my poor manager a favor and take the responsibility off his hands. I sent all the screenshots I took to HR. They can’t fire my jerk coworker, but there are fates worse than firing. He is now currently becoming more and more annoyed by the mandatory harassment training he has to do. I can see him watching it at his desk, making annoyed comments to anyone who walks by and generally looking like he wants to shoot himself. I’m having a very good day today.

The kicker to all of this? I’ve been keeping track of all the 2 and 3-hour paid lunches that Mister Champion of the Company takes. To loosely quote the same man in his hilarious Facebook tirades against me, “How dare someone steal company time like this. What’s wrong with people?” I’ll be sending all of that to HR, plus some recordings of his racist/sexist tirades, when I leave in a week or two. I have interviews lined up, all for better paying jobs with lesser commutes.

Sayonara, shitty company, you gave me the experience and the resume boost to ditch you like the sack of crap you are.


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Liam Dunbar Imagine- Drunken Drama

Anon- Hey i love your Isaac Lahey imagines, but can I get one with Liam where she’s Scotts or Dereks younger sister and shes human and they go to a party and she gets really drunk. But can you make it fluffy at the end and stuff. Sorry that its not much to go on but thanks if you get around to doing it!!

Authors Note- First of all thankyou and I’m glad you enjoyed them. I really liked this request, even though there’s quite a few similar to this out there, but I hope I got it similar to how you wanted it, I had fun writing it. It’s also set in the third season but Liam is there x

Being a Hale, believe it or not did have its perks. Being a werewolf with heightened abilities being the main, however when all of that is suddenly stripped away from you it’s kind of hard to deal with. Cora was dying and the only way to save her was for Derek to give up his alphaship. However, you weren’t entirely sure loosing an alpha against the alpha pack was the best idea, so you decided to throw a spanner in the works. Without telling Derek you healed Cora yourself, but being a beta meant you lost your power completely. But she was your sister, she was worth your life let alone your stupid werewolf curse. How much harder could being a powerless human be?

“So when are your friends picking you up?” your older brother huffed, not wanting to accept that you were growing up. “Erm actually I’m taking her, the others are staying in to work out a plan with Deaton” Liam mumbled. “You mean Scott’s not going with you?” Derek asked, his voice echoing around the loft. “See, I knew you would overreact” you tried to play it off, giving Liam daggers. “Absolutely not!” Peter said, emerging from nowhere. You rolled your eyes and glanced at him, “Its times like this I wish you were still dea-” you began before Liam interrupted to prevent witnessing another Hale argument. “I’ll be there, and so will Mason” he said quickly. “As comforting as that sounds, the answer is still no” Derek replied sarcastically. “I’m not a kid, I can take care of myself” you crossed your arms over your chest. “You could take care of yourself, as in past tense” Peter spoke again. “So what if I’m technically not a werewolf? I’m also not an idiot” you retort. “Debatable-” Peter remarked under a fake cough. “Fine” Derek said with a sigh. “Wait… you’re letting me go?” you said, examining your brothers blank expression. “Yes you can go” he replied. “Are you insane?” Peter asked shaking his head. “Well you do let me run around the streets at night with my pack, a party is probably a lot safer” you said, flashing a fake smile at your uncle. “Just don’t get drunk, I mean it!” Derek demanded. “I wont” you said with an eye roll and a smirk. You grabbed your purse and began to walk towards the loft door. “You better look after my sister, if anything happens to her its your fault, the Hales don’t take kindly to their family being hurt”  Derek said sternly to Liam, as Peter flashed his eyes gold from over Derek’s shoulder. “Of course I will” Liam said nervously. “Stop scolding him, I know what you two are doing” you claimed sliding the loft door open and waiting for Liam to join you. He looked from your brother to your uncle, before putting his hands in his jacket pockets and doing a small jog over to you. “See you” you called out, slamming the door shut before they could change their minds.

The second you stepped foot in the club, Hayden passed you, Liam and Mason a free shot. But before you could even take a sip Liam grabbed it from you and drank the both of yours before you could blink. “You do realise you cant get drunk” you laughed. “Yeah, but neither can you, I don’t want to be killed by your family just yet” he joked. “Where the hell has Mason gone?” you asked, it was a new record for him to have split off. “Two guesses” Liam said out of routine. The two of you glanced to the biggest crowd of guys, there he is. It had been a few hours and the pair of you did what you always did, you found a space on your own and talked about everything, anything. You had no idea why you always did that, sure he was your best friend but you totally acted like an exclusive couple. You rarely saw one without the other, you were lost in your own little world together and yet still you didn’t realise what was right in front of you.

“It’s a little crowded in here and I’m sure Derek’s waiting up for you” Liam said, nervously biting his bottom lip and glancing over your shoulder. “I don’t need werewolf powers to know your trying to hide something from me” you said with a raised eyebrow. You began to turn around but he grabbed your shoulders to keep you still. “Okay… that was weird” you said, brushing his hands off. You stared at him and watched as he relaxed, before quickly turning around before he could stop you again. That’s when you saw it. Your ex boyfriend making out with a girl in the corner of the room. You couldn’t help but stare, you wanted to look away but seeing him brought back some emotions that you didn’t want to feel again. Liam stood beside you awkwardly, hearing your thumping heartbeat. He had liked you since forever and there you were, getting all chocked up over your ass of an ex. “Are you okay?” he practically whispered. Of course he cared about you and didn’t like seeing you upset, but it was hard to watch you get upset over the boy you had liked, the boy that had called you his girl, the boy that used to give you quick kisses in the hallway and endured the whole relationship talk from your brother and uncle. The talk he dreaded but so desperately wanted to have with you by his side. “What are we staring at, oh-” Mason said after seeing you two stood dead in the middle of the club. “What a dick” you managed to say. A small smile tugged at Liam’s lips after hearing and smelling the anger now raiding from you, rather than upset and jealousy. “Do you want to get out of here?” Mason asked, to make up for Liam’s silence. “Nope” you said bluntly, storming over to the bar. “Oh shi-” Liam began saying, while rushing after you, followed by Mason.

“Do you not remember your brother telling you not to get drunk?” Liam asked in disbelief, as the bar attender placed a line of shots in front of you. “Vaguely” you said, knocking back the first one. “Y/n, don’t you dare take one more sip” he tried to say with authority. You looked at him in the eye as you knocked back another and slammed the empty glass on the table. “She’s underage, this girl right here is underage drinking” Liam exclaimed loudly while pointing at you, earning him a few weird looks. He glared at the bar attender, waiting for him to do something but he simply shrugged and carried on serving. “Are you kidding me? Do you even check anyone’s fake ID in here?”  for once he was outraged by this, whereas any other time he wouldn’t of bat an eyelid to it. “Liam! There you are, I need you to carry a few boxes from the store room” Hayden said between breaths. “I cant right now” Liam shook his head, moving the fourth shot away from your already tipsy self. “Liam you promised you would help if I got you in” she huffed, handing a glow stick to a half naked drunk beside her. “Li, I’ll look after her while you’re gone. I like this club and quite frankly I like the people in it” Mason smiled flirtatiously at the barman. “Fine, I’ll be right back. Don’t move” he said sternly, before following Hayden through the crowd.

“Mason! What the hell?!”. He was now chatting to the barman while they drank together. “Oh fuck, I completely forgot” he stood up and stared at his best friend in both concern and guilt. “Derek’s going to kill me” he mumbled. “And my boss is going to kill me if someone doesn’t pay for the bottle of scotch she stole” the bar attender hinted. Liam gave a loud sigh and shoved the money from his pocket onto the bar, before closing his eyes and trying his hardest to focus. He knew your heartbeat from a mile off but you were surrounded by out of breath and horny teens. He bumped into a few large sweaty guys before he finally found you in the middle of the dancefloor. “Woah” he said as he just about caught you from falling. “Heyyy Liammmmm” you slurred with a giggle. “I am so dead” he squinted, smelling the alcohol on your breath. “So I know I’m supposed to stay at yours… but I think I’m going to another club after this with that guy over there” you gestured to an older looking guy standing in the corner of the room, that was still checking you out. “No you’re not Y/N, your brother thinks your staying with Lydia later tonight, he doesn’t know your staying at mine and he certainly wouldn’t let you stay with him” he said jealously, you had promised to stay at his because he was having trouble sleeping alone and Mason was already staying 3 nights a week because of this. “Oh pleaseeee Liammmm, I just want to have funn and make my dickbag ex jealous, lets see how he likes it” you half slurred. “The only one feeling jealous right now is me” he mumbled. “Huh?” you asked, drawing your attention back to him and his bright blue eyes. “Uhm nothing, come on lets go” he said, gently grabbing your wrist. About three minutes ago you would’ve objected and made a scene but something felt different in the way he spoke to you. He’d always been caring but tonight it was as if you were the only thing in the world that mattered to him.

Mason reluctantly dropped the two of you at Liam’s, mainly because you getting drunk was all his fault. Liam helped your giddy and staggering self out of the car, before carrying you bridal style into the house and up the stairs. He placed you on his bed and sighed, of course you looked stunning in your tight dress, heels and makeup, but the Y/N he fell in love with was underneath all that with sweatpants and one of his baggy hoodies on. “So where did you put your bag with your pjs and stuff in?” he asked awkwardly. “Ermmmm, I think its at the bar” you giggled in your drunken state, not knowing you’d regret it later. “I guess you can borrow some of mine” he offered, with a small smile. He pulled out a plain t-shirt before coming stuck as to what bottoms to give you. He usually only slept in boxers, because of the whole wolf heat thing. “It’s ok, it’s hot anyway ill just wear the top” you claimed from behind him. He turned around to hand it you, “OH MY GOD” he accidently shouted, before covering his eyes. “AHH WHAT?” you screamed back, turning to look behind you. “Why don’t you have any clothes on?” he asked in a panic. “I have a bra and underwear on Liam, just give me the top” you snatched It out of his hands with scoff. “Ok, have you got it on?” he asked. “Yep” you replied. He uncovered his eyes to see you in his tight black t-shirt that was oversized on you and your black underwear that showed every time you lifted your arms up or stretched, but as much as he wanted to look, he owed it to your non drunk usual self not to, he respected you way too much to do that. You flopped onto his bed and stared at the ceiling, you parted your lips as if you were going to say something before simply letting the air escape. “Okay, so I’ll be on the couch downstairs if you need anything” he said, as he began to back out of the door. You simply hummed in response and covered yourself poorly with his blanket.

You glanced at the clock beside Liam’s bed, it was three in the morning and you hadn’t got an ounce of sleep. Normally Liam would sleep on the floor beside the bed but even he knew something felt different. You had sobered up a bit more, but you weren’t exactly thinking as straight as you would have. You wrapped yourself in his blanket and slowly crept downstairs and into the living room, you were still sort of stumbling. “Liam, Liam are you awake?” you asked, not being able to see that well. “Yeah” he replied, glowing his eyes gold so you could locate which couch he was on. You walked over to him and he moved, to allow some room for you. You wrapped the blanket around you both and lay next to him. “Why are you still awake?” he asked. “Why are you?” you returned. “Just thinking” he said laconically. “Same” you agreed. You both went to speak at the same time, before both erupting into a quiet laugh. “Drunk me heard what you said earlier, is it true?” you questioned. “Is what true?” he said, almost defensively. “That you were jealous” you said, moving your head to look up at him. “Yes” he admitted. He’d never had the courage to tell you before, but there you were, the girl of his dreams in his t-shirt looking more beautiful than ever. “Now why would you be jealous?” you pried, with a teasing voice. “Because I like you” he said, you could feel his quick beating heart. “Well I like you too” you admitted. “Wait what?” he was in shock to say the least. “And I always will” you continued, turning around so he was now spooning you. “So what does this mean?” he asked, not sure if he was dreaming. He waited for a response, before realising you were asleep. He sighed and wrapped his arms around you, feeling the fabric of his shirt and your bare legs against him, he never wanted this moment to end.

“Omg, I cant see” you whined, referring to the bright light that was directly in your eyes. “Y/n, Y/n, get up” Liam said quietly. You opened your eyes and sat up. “OH SHIT” you accidently said out loud. “So I ran into Scott and Lydia earlier tonight, neither of them had a clue where you where” your brother boomed. When your eyes adjusted fully, you saw Derek and Liam’s step dad staring at you from across the living room, he clearly came home earlier than expected from his night shift. You guiltily looked at Liam, who still had his arm around you, you quickly jumped apart and began explaining two different stories at the same time. “Where are your clothes?” Derek shouted, horrified. “It’s not what it looks like” you said, as Liam rubbed the back of his neck. “I forgot my clothes, so Liam leant me his” you smiled awkwardly. “I really don’t know what brotherly talk I’m supposed to have right now” he said. “Liam how come you never told me you had a girlfriend?” his step dad asked. But before Liam could open his mouth to do the whole ‘just best friends’ speech, you answered for him. “Well actually we weren’t exactly made official until earlier tonight” you stated, watching Liam’s eyes widen and a smile grow uncontrollably on his face. It was soon time for your brother to give the whole protective older brother speech, while you and Liam held hands underneath the blanket. A smirk spread across both of your faces, the next hour was hell but you finally had each other to endure it with.

Sorry it’s not too fluffy I just wanted to make It different from a lot of the ones out there with a similar plot line. Requests are open x


So, I decided to have a couple people over at my place tonight. They’re married, super cool. The night wears on, we play a couple rounds of Uno and then decide to watch a movie. 😏 movies never ever get watched. It’s the signal for ‘let’s fuck.’ I find myself suddenly stripped, put on all fours with my face in her pussy and his dick rubbing on my pussy. Feeling how wet I am he slowly pushes into me.. I’m so glad he went slow because he was huge. 😫 so this arrangement is hot, she pretty much tells us both she wants to watch. She wants to watch me take his cock and then she she tells me she wants to wear a strap on the next time we fuck.. she wants to fuck me. He fucks me doggy, missionary, cowgirl and standing up Using me like a doll, lifting me up and down as if I weigh nothing.

I didn’t cum once tonight. Not a once. His dick half the time was hurting me. Had to try different positions to see what didn’t hurt. He is just Too long, and too thick. I’m sore, puffy and hurting, and my insides hurt too. My poor pussy.
At times it did feel good.. but.. women… how do you fuck a huge cock?? ‘Size matters.’ Uh too big just doesn’t cut it. Nope. Not again. They’d been looking for a playmate.. this little girl is too small for what he had to offer. At times I did say ow! Just couldn’t help it. And they wouldn’t kiss. 😑 no kissing? No?! Really? Just wasn’t rough enough, dirty enough.. but I doubt any of that would have helped because he’s just too big. Maybe I’m just hard to please but. Any other women have this issue? Big cocks hurt? I’m gonna guess and say he was around 10 inches. That’s about 4 inches toooo much! 😩😫 I’m so sore and at one point he asked if I wanted to try to take it up my ass. NO!! FUCK NO, absofuckinglutly not. I love anal. But not with a monster. Now I need someone to just eat me out and try and make it feel better.

This Means War, Soulmate

Originally posted by tomshardy

Steve Rogers x Reader

Request:  Like the above AU but you only get highlights for the dyed color of your soulmate’s hair. If your hair color returns to normal, it means your soulmate has returned to their natural hair color too. Omg with Steve please because how cute would it be p, Steve with ombré hair. :) xx oneshot??

a/n: this. This is what I need. OMG IMAGINE BUCKY THOUGH
(^^^ obviously not ready for Civil War)

Genre: Romance, Humor, Family, Friendship, Adventure(??)

Rated: Everyone

Warning: Swearing, teasing Bucky, 

Author: Chris-Evans-Imagines, Captain

Soulmate AU: You and Your soulmate have highlights of each others dyed hair and if your soulmate goes back to a natural look, your hair returns to normal.

It had started during late May. Steve and everyone were in the living room, playing cards, when suddenly strips of Steve’s hair slowly started to brighten into a (color). Everyone had commented on it and, with a mirror in front of the captain, they watched as the strands then darkened into the (color). Bucky smirked. 

“Wow, never thought you’d look good with (color) lowlights, punk.”

Steve was wide eyed. His soulmate died her hair (color)? He was gonna have to walk around with this and he sighed, rubbing his eyes and Tony said.

“You should dye your hair as payback and see what happens.”

Steve perked up a bit and Clint grinned. 

“i wonder what his soulmate will do to get back at him if he does.”

Steve had to admit, the (color) did look nice but the idea was better and he smiled. 

“Temporary hair dye that can wash out easily should be fine to use. Let’s do it!”

Never had the Captain felt more daring but later, never had he felt more regret as it started a war he wasn’t about to stop.


You knew that dying your hair would affect your soulmate but you really needed a change. The (natural hair color) was just getting so old and bland and you felt that dying your hair would do some good. So, you had went to the store, grabbed about two boxes of (color) hair dye and went home, immediately going to work. You were satisfied with the look afterwards but worried. What would your soulmate think? Were they angry that they now had (color) low lights in their hair? You didn’t know. So when you awoke the next morning with green strips in your hair, almost staring mockingly back at you, you were horrified to realize that you looked like a fucking walking Christmas tree. You knew what this meant. 

Your soulmate has declared war on you and you were gonna make them feel the heat.

You had gone out and bought at least 37 different boxes of hair dye, the cashier giggling as she knew what was going on and had given you a discount because of it. You felt great and grabbed a temporary bright orange, setting to work on getting that god awful green out of your hair. 

Steve was laughing with Bucky and the rest of the team when strips of his hair turned from (color) to bright orange. Tony hollered with laughter and took a pic as Bucky snorted behind his hand. Tony grabbed red, white, and blue and said. 

“We should give her an idea of who you are.”

“Tony, that’s the first good idea I’ve ever heard come from your mouth.”

Natasha said. Tony gawked and replied, a hand to his heart. 

“Why, Natasha, your words wound me so.”

“Shut up and get this Star Spangled Man with a Plan some new Strands.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

You awoke the enxt morning to red, white, and blue strips in your hair and smacked a hand to your face. Someone was feeling a little Independent and patriotic. You rolled your eyes and turned on the TV to the news, eating cereal and not paying attention until the reporter said. 

“And it looks like Captain America decided to further show his love for America by dying his hair red, white and Blue and look! It looks like he’s trying to find his soulmate too.”

“Aw, Janice that’s so adorable. i wonder how his soulmate feels about having hair like that!”

You looked up and choked on your cereal, seeing the picture of the Captain and a sign that said. 

‘When You wanna give up, meet me at the Brooklyn Cafe, Soulmate. I’ll be looking forward to it, doll.’

You almost fainted. Your soulmate was Captain America? It explained the red, white, and blue strands in your hair and you giggled, grabbing your purse, tying your hair up and you tugged on some shoes, and set off. When you walked out, people gawked, realizing that you were his soulmate and some people yelled. ‘Knock him dead!’ 

there he was, in all his glory, pun intended. You gulped in a breath of air and you walked to him, saying while crossing your arms and jutting your hips, a smirk playing your lips. 

“You know, I was hoping you would give up, but now I see why you are so stubborn. It’s nice to meet you, soulmate.”

Steve’s eyes hot up to yours and a smile played at his lips, his eyes widening and lighting up in glee as he took your hand and kissed it, winking confidently. 

“Well, I never was one to back down from a fight.”


OHMYGOD. lol, here you are @always-a-marvel-addict. You wanted to be tagged so here ye are!!


Can we all take a moment and talk about this precious grayza moment

First look how flustered and sweaty Gray is only by thinking

 1. He can order Erza

 2. He going to order Erza to strip naked

 3. A chance of Erza being naked


 5. Order Erza to strip (had to mention this again)

And when Erza actually stripped down, Suddenly Gray in distress, all flustered and Asking BEGGING for Erza mercy and literally trhow himself to cover Erza tits and Private member. Even Erza had to use violence to make him let go of her.

The next part when Jellal appears kind of expected, since every grayza moment will be cut down with jellal.. though i didn’t expect his reaction to see erza naked being so calm.

The reaction that Erza gave when s he saw Jellal, is THE SAME with GRAY when He saw Erza stripped, all flustered and embarrassed. So we all can agree that Gray do Like Erza the way Erza like Jellal… hate to admit the last part but that true.

Ps: I believe Gray followed Erza outside only to be crushed by see Her with Jellal. You cannot make me believe that not true

BTS in a club
  • Namjoon: *breaks 3 glasses*
  • Yoongi: stfu I'm trying to sleep
  • Seokjin: there are girls, I look good, everything is great
  • Hoseok: aye all the ladies come at me
  • Jimin: why is it suddenly so hot? *starts stripping*
  • Jungkook: grapes over those ladies
  • Taehyung: where is the bathroom?
The Dia boys as things I’ve thought of in class:

Shuu: I’ll just take a 5 minute nap…no one will notice.

Reiji: What if a 1 meter pidgeon started beating people up?

Ayato: *internally sings Sweatshirt by Jacob Sartorius*

Kanato: I’m going to choke you with a cupcake I s2g.

Laito: What would happen if the teacher suddenly started doing a strip-tease?

Subaru: Do walls have feelings?

Ruki: Look there’s beef for lunch #RukiReference


Yuma: Wait what class is this

Azusa: What if the teacher suddenly stabbed himself like that once teacher from Another

Okay listen the latest pic of Calum got me thinking, like imagine being on tour with your boyfriend and his best friends and after a great show you just sit backstage and celebrate the buzz of adrenaline, drinking a few beers and just relax a little all together and after a while Calum gets up to smoke one of his cigarettes and leaves the room for a while. Knowing that he needs his short escape you stay with the boys and help them as they start to pack their things slowly, getting ready for another night on the bus and playing at a new place to another thousand faces the next day and while they are at it Calum comes strolling back starting to pack as well. When he suddenly starts to giggle, stripping without a care right in the middle of the dressing room earning a few curios glances from everyone, but you. By now you are used to his weird antics every once in a while and as he stands their in just his boxer you have to admit you didn’t mind this at all. Still giggling he grabs something out of his pile of clothes and starts to get dressed again, you didn’t recognise the pants, but it’s hard to keep track of his usual clothing when he is away half of the time and buys new stuff all over the world, it surely doesn’t help that he normally leaves for tour with about 10 shirts and two pairs of black jeans, which at the end of tour are ripped or completely stained. Scanning the pants a little closer you identify them as dress pants and just in that moment Calum pulls out a white shirt along with a tie and you really have to control all your facial features to not show your surprise, since all those years of your relationship you have never seen your boyfriend in a suit or something that came close to this. So you look around to find everyone just as confused as you. So you lean closer to the persons standing next to you and whisper “so mind telling me since when my boyfriend owns a suit?” and Luke just looks down at you shrugging his shoulders and answering ” I don’t have a clue, I didn’t know either” so there is nothing else to do than to wait what is gonna follow and after Calum is finally fully dressed again he slips his feet back into the flip flops standing right in front of him and you let out a groan “Come on Cal, I didn’t wait 3 years to see you in a suit just for you to wear flip flops along with it!” And he just grins at you “I know you like it anyway babe” sending you a quick wink and leaving the room just to come back seconds later with his new camera “time to make memories, you probably don’t see me in a suit again until our wedding day” so he grabs your hand and pulls you outside to make sure to take some pictures you will always remember

I started reading webcomics regularly back in the late 90s, so my perspective on the entire medium is skewed. Back then, it was normal for plotless gag-a-day strips to suddenly get really dark right at the end.

Slice-of-life comic about a rejected video game mascot and an out-of-work porn star sharing an apartment? Ends with a teenage amputee fighting a shadowy government conspiracy to avenge her murdered girlfriend.

Badly drawn sick-jokes revolving around a small town ruled by the Devil’s loser cousin? Ends with a cosmic battle leading to the deaths of thousands and the creation of a new world.

Adventures of a wacky hitchhiking serial killer who fights murderous talking squirrels between bouts of gratuitous lesbian sex? Ends with an interdimensional war that blows up the universe.

I know it doesn’t work like that anymore, but my expectations have been permanently set. I see funny talking animals, and in the back of my head I’m constantly anticipating a zombie apocalypse (or whatever). It colours the experience is what I’m saying.

Imagine Person A is a photographer and needs someone to fill in for their photoshoot because one of their clients bailed out. A decides to ask B to fill in, which B agrees to because of their crush on A. A takes pictures as normal, until they suddenly tell B to strip down. Turns out, A needed someone for their nude figure/underwear modeling photoshoot and didn’t tell B about that part. How does B react?

i just need to talk about a few things, specifically in response of what i have seen in the issues people take with clarke & lexa as a relationship. im not expecting to convince anyone, nor even trying to. i just need to articulate some things about it for my own peace of mind.

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Forgive Us Our Trespasses

NSFW, ficlet. Set during 3x10. i saw an opening and I exploited it! For hearts in need…

I’m sorry. I made you make those choices and then blamed you for them.


Those words, the long absent sincerity in the brunette’s voice, suddenly returned, had stripped the veneer of resolution and control from Delphine’s heart.  The blonde ­— who had been determined to bow out, to step aside, to accept her part in their sad melodrama, to give herself even to death in the hope that the Cosima she had once loved might live long enough to one day understand her sacrifice— wept, openly, unabashedly as she steered her luxury sedan toward her home.  It had surprised her how simple forgiveness was even after months of disappointment, hurt, incredulity, indignity (did Shay really have to answer the door naked?)  

She had thought her walls were thick, but the second Cosima radiated even a fleck of warmth in her direction, her defenses crumbled. The relief she felt at being understood erupted from the pit of her solar plexus.  She had learned to live with the dull ache of longing, could at times even channel it into determined action befitting her new position. But the emptiness made even her most impressive victories hollow.

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I’m genuinely surprised when people act like Clarke’s bisexuality has come out of left field.

Like, the main reason I don’t think Lexa’s gonna die is because I think the Clexa story has been on the writers’ minds since season one. That and Clarke’s already lost a LI this season, and killing off another one would just push her into full scale broken mode. As much as you CAN punish and torture your main character, there has to be a limit to what you can put them through. Otherwise, they’d realistically become broken and catatonic and pretty much unusable, ‘cause people will be like “wtf, how is she NOT wanting to throw herself off the nearest cliff right now?”

But back to Clarke’s bisexuality.

In the FIRST episode, Octavia strips down to her underwear to go for a swim and the people with her react to this.

Clarke literally reacts the EXACT SAME WAY as Jasper, who quickly develops a crush on O. Like any woman loving woman knows, when a hot chick suddenly strips in front of you? THAT’S your face. There’s no difference between your face and the faces of straight guys, unless you’re purposefully trying to hide your reaction.

Hell, Clarke reacts more viscerally than even Finn and Monty.

Open your eyes, man. This bisexuality thing has obviously been a consideration since the show started.

And tbh… With Raven, Octavia and all the other women around, can you blame her?!