tagged you because we talked about it

anonymous asked:

Omfg I am LIVING for your tags. I don't know you personally but I feel like we're soulmates because SAME. Niall James Horan please put me out of my misery & just fucking wreck me. FAWWK. Thnx.

Let’s be friends. We can talk about all my favorite subjects, like choking on Niall’s dick. Choking on Niall’s fingers. Riding Niall’s Adam’s apple like a fucking hobby horse. Wishing Niall would punch me in the face and put me out of my misery. Smothering me to death with his chest hair.

The point is, I’m so far up that kid’s asshole there’s no possible escape. Come join me, won’t you??

What if …

- Cinder was raised by Levana instead of being almost killed by her?

- Scarlet grew up on Luna rather than on Earth with her grandmother?

- Cress hadn’t been born a shell but inherited the gift from her parents?

- Winter never promised herself to not use her glamour but to serve her queen?

May I present:

Crown princess Selene Blackburn

Alpha Scarlet Benoit

Dr. Crescent Moon Darnel

Head Thaumaturge Winter Hayle

Please stop hating on ships!! I see so much ship hate as of recently in Steven Universe and it’s really bumming me out. As a proud shipper of every one of these ships, it’s so annoying to browse any tag because of all the hate.

Liking skinny jasper isn’t fatphobic or butchfobic, but labeling ships such as pearlrose or jaspearl as abusive is, because we haven’t even seen enough to judge and its based solely on judging the small/big dynamic. Just don’t talk about the ships you don’t like and no one gets hurt !!!

These are certainly not all the good ships in steven universe, just some!!

Let’s talk about Yang and Sun as characters

So, I ain’t touching that shipping discourse with a ten foot pole because it is pointless and dramatic and y’all need to calm your tits, but I do think we need to discuss the differences between Yang and Sun as characters and how they relate to Blake, because I feel like there is some fundamental misunderstandings here that are vastly contributing to the problem.

First and foremost, neither Sun nor Yang should ever be labeled as abusive because they are not. Adam Taurus is abusive. Adam drove Blake to some very dark and scary places in her life because of his abusive behavior. He was obsessed with her in and unhealthy and possessive way and did not care about her well-being. Yang and Sun are both good people who would never hurt Blake on purpose and even when they do incorrect things in regards to how they treat her it always come from a place of concern for her.

Secondly, one of the big arguments I’m hearing lately in regards to the way they each interact with Blake is that if the characters positions were reversed then people would be having the opposite reactions. Like people saying that if Yang had followed Blake everyone would be praising it as romantic and if Sun had been the one to convince Blake to come out to the dance everyone would be calling him pushy or bad. Except here’s the thing that’s wrong with that line of discussion. It operates under the idea that Yang and Sun are the same kind of character personality wise. And they are not. At all.

See, Sun’s character is the kind of person that people think Yang’s character is, and Yang’s character is something else all together.

Sun is loud and friendly and a little clueless. He takes an interest in people and genuinely cares about them, but he looks at everything through his own world view without necessarily taking other people’s feelings into consideration and as a result he can come off as sort of obnoxious. He’s a big stupid sweetheart. Does he want to help? Absolutely. Does he know how best to do that? Absolutely not. This is what makes him a good foil for Blake, in that he absolutely doesn’t get her at all and it results in hilarious misunderstandings that are totally harmless but still drive her a little crazy. Certain people are taking that cluelessness as malicious in some way, and that’s how we’re getting this weird misconception that he is “abusive.” People think he is willfully ignoring Blake’s wishes, when what is actually happening here is that he legitimately doesn’t get it. He doesn’t get that Blake might want to go on this personal mission home by herself because his life’s motto is that “You should always get friends involved.” He just sees his friend putting herself in a sad and scary situation alone and wants to support her. He doesn’t understand why she might not want his support because it clashes so much with his personal world-view. He always has Blake’s best interest at heart, but sometimes he goes about helping her in a way that just kind of irritates her.

Yang is a whole other story. Yang is loud and friendly too, but the key difference here is that she is keenly aware of other people’s feelings and behaves accordingly. She recognizes that Blake has limits when it comes to personal interactions and the like, and so she handles her more gently than she might with someone else. She still pushes her outside her comfort zone with things like bear hugs because she’s trying to help her grow, but she does it in little ways rather than pushing her all out at once because she sees that wouldn’t help. She wants to help Blake, but she wants to do it at Blake’s preferred pace. Which is good, and it allows the two of them to grow close gradually. But it’s also means that she can be a bit too cautious sometimes. Yang’s careful observation of other’s behavior does come from her desire to help people, but it also comes from her own fear of rejection. She waits and observes and reacts accordingly because she’s scared that if she pushes too hard people will leave her. Blake recognizes and appreciates that Yang gives her space and let’s her handle things at her own pace, but she doesn’t realize the other reason why she does it. She doesn’t realize that by running away she is hurting Yang, because she’s so wrapped up in her own fears that she can’t recognize Yang’s. And Yang does the same, viewing Blake’s running as a form of rejection due to her own issues, rather than recognizing it as part of Blake’s issues.They are both caring, considerate people who have deeply rooted emotional issues that they need to work through, and that’s why they play off of each other so well. They respect each other’s problems, but are so wrapped up in their own problems that they can’t always help each other.

So now, with all this in mind, let’s go back to the original hypotheticals I addressed there. We’ll go chronologically and start with the Burning the Candle scenes.

The idea here is that if Sun had tried to convince Blake to come out to the dance in the way Yang had, people would view his actions as pushy and inappropriate, instead of sweet and heartfelt as they were with Yang. The problem with that idea is that Sun wouldn’t have tried to help her the way Yang did. He didn’t understand why Blake was upset and thus he couldn’t have talked her through her issues the way Yang did. And if he somehow did understand, he wouldn’t have dealt with it the same way. He wouldn’t have shared a personal experience and tried to use that to help her understand how she was hurting herself. He would have told her that there was no point in worrying about stuff she can’t change and just joked around with her in an attempt to make her feel better. And as a result, it likely wouldn’t have worked.

Then there’s this idea that if Yang had followed Blake onto the boat against her wishes people would think it was sweet and romantic, instead of clueless and mildly irritating as it was with Sun. But again, the problem with this idea is that Yang wouldn’t do that. If Yang had seen Blake leave and had the opportunity to follow her, she wouldn’t have. And it wouldn’t be because she respects Blake’s choice, or because she wanted to give her space to deal with her own issues. She wouldn’t have followed because she would have viewed it as a rejection. Why is Blake leaving? Did I do something wrong? Why would she leave me without saying anything? I must have messed up, because why else would she be running? She wouldn’t have realized that Blake was running because she was scared, because she would have internalized the abandonment immediately and viewed herself as not good enough to be around Blake anymore.

Bottom line: The idea that the fandom would react differently if the roles were reversed is a fallacy, because the roles between Yang and Sun can’t be reversed in any situation. They are fundamentally different characters, and the idea that they would do the same things in the same situations is just nonsense. They serve different purposes in Blake’s life, different purposes in the story. You can’t just flip the script without changing the entire story.

It seems like half the issues from the two sides of this fandom hate seem to stem from the idea that these two characters are interchangeable in some way and that the only difference between them is their gender, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. They are completely different people who serve completely different roles in Blake’s story. They are both there to help her grow, but in different ways. To think any differently is honestly disrespectful to all three of them and to the work that has been put into them as characters.

Stop treating Sun like a bad character, stop treating Yang like a bad character, and (to quote a completely different fairy tale) stop treating Blake like she’s a prize to be won in all of this.

Okay, I wrote this as tags under this post, but it’s still to funny to me not to make a post about that German talk show because some of you maybe weren’t here at that time and you may not know how hilarious it was.

At first my dashboard was really worried about Louis, me included - we were like, “Oh my god, is he sick? Is that why they were late?” because he was sweaty and looked jittery. And then. Then. And then the interview happened, and we were like, “OH.” It was EPIC because in a second we connected the dots with Harry barely being able to stand on his own legs (I mean, he seemed to have more issues than the usual to stay upright), since he’d literally tripped when they’d entered the stage (orgasmic bliss i’m telling ya)

(x)

“JUST A BIT OF BANTER I THINK.” SURE LOUIS
“I LOST MY TROUSERS.” OKAY HARRY

I don’t even think Louis managed to finish off because he kept adjusting HAHAHA poor boy he was so jittery that I think he was left with a severe case of blue balls. Also, his pupils were the size of two black holes lmao.

This was one of the few cases where they proved their exhibitionism kink because NO WAY they thought people wouldn’t notice and our dashboards were a combination of screaming and cheering. 

Along The Boardwalk

Summary: They always said Kim Taehyung had a you-shaped hole in his heart.
Pairing: Taehyung | Reader
Genre: Fluff + light Smut, Skater Boy AU
Word Count: 12,819
Author’s Note: Inspired by those Taehyung left version concept photos and mainly sparked by a conversation I was having with @an-exotic-writer so naturally I drafted this as a token of my love and no I am definitely not writing this because talking to Missy certainly does not give me heart problems whatchu mean. I’m also tagging @kimvtae because we were screaming about the concept of a skater boy Tae together.

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You’ve always had a very peculiar habit of being drawn towards the things you couldn’t even imagine yourself doing—although you could argue that’s exactly why you found yourself naturally gravitating towards them in the first place. Unlike most people, who might have been taken by an envious desire to take on certain challenges and obstacles that were most likely out of their league, you found a natural peace chasing after something you couldn’t quite obtain yourself.

Maybe it was your own self-awareness or the fact that you never felt confident enough to branch out towards something that was so clearly on the opposite end of the spectrum from what you were normally use to. You’ve always just been content watching other people take on their passions while you remained on the sidelines with your own hopes and dreams and aspirations. It always excited you to see people participating in their interests—so much so that friends would always humor you that it was always the people rather than the activity they were indulging in that drew you in towards them.

That’s probably why you accepted your best friend’s invitation to leave your apartment for once and drive down to the pier, taking refuge across one of the many skateparks that planted themselves across the oceanfront, beyond the cool sand and ocean breeze of spring. Jeon Jungkook always reprimanded you for rarely having the time to come out and see him perform his new spins and flips, which is probably why he seems much more animated than usual at the prospect of finally getting to show off these new skills to you.

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As Split is released today, our update (👉please share for awareness👈)

I know it’s everywhere at the moment because it’s released today (in the UK) but I just wanted to turn an ask we got into our updated position on Split. I feel the need to do this because there’s so many people still saying “it’s just a movie” and “it’s just fiction”. Also after reading an article @thelabyrinthsystem shared about the lack of research James McAvoy did to prepare for this role (hope you don’t mind us tagging you lovely, the reblogged post is here: http://snorlax-and-co.tumblr.com/post/156122788993/split-personality-sufferers-refuse-to-talk-to )

James McAvoy admits the role wasn’t well researched at all, claiming that he “couldn’t find anybody that would sit and talk with me” about DID. Instead, he simply learnt about DID through YouTube. This feels like excuses covering up his role in this sham of a movie. It seems ridiculous to us because so many people (with DID or not) are standing against this movie. We would have talked to him and I’m sure there are thousands of others all over the world who would have happily shared their experiences for a better representation of DID.

As we mentioned earlier this week, in an interview James McAvoy said he thinks the part he is playing is a “badass avenging angel”, whilst joking and laughing with the interviewer. It’s hard to watch so we haven’t seen the full interview but he just came across as he didn’t understand DID at all, and thought people with DID would be “pleased” with his role in Split. Trauma survivors do evolve and grow but not in the way Split suggests - we don’t become as bad as our abusers, and we certainly don’t have shape shifting skills like his shown in the trailers! 

Just for clarification I have not seen the full movie - I am undecided whether to watch it (to almost be aware of what we’re up against, no other reason). I’m not sure we’re strong enough right now but if there are other systems who are thinking along similar lines I would just urge you to stay safe and if you do decide to watch this movie maybe try and find a copy online or something, to avoid any money supporting the movie. 

Our major issue with this movie is that it is hurting many people with DID, like myself, who have been through awful trauma in childhood. We have been preyed on and abused by the adults who were meant to protect us. To then flip it and make the individual with DID into a predator who kidnaps young girls is what is extremely distressing to us. 

Yes, there may be “bad” people who happen to have DID, but that could be said about any disorder, as well as mentally “healthy” people.  The point is for the most part it is this kind predator who often caused DID in the first place. DID (dissociative identity disorder), for those who don’t know, is caused by chronic (ie over long periods of time) trauma (many different forms of abuse) in early childhood (age 6-9 at the latest). You cannot develop DID as an adult. It is often made worse by the lack of support and dysfunctional attachment in the aftermath of the trauma.

In every trailer we have seen of Split they seem to make a point of mentioning DID by name. If you want to have some kind of super villain who can shape shift like shown in the trailers then make up a disorder, a fictitious one, as this is meant to be fiction. Don’t use an established mental illness that thousands of people struggle with on a daily basis.

Some people will understand that this is not an accurate representation of DID but there will also be thousands who have never heard of DID, don’t know that this is not what people with DID are like, will assume people with DID (and mental illness in general) are dangerous and to be feared. If these people then meet someone with this diagnosis and their only reference is this movie, well you can imagine how people might react. 

This will in turn make it difficult for people to: 

1) accept their own diagnosis (trust me we often think very poorly of ourselves and don’t need anyone else making us feel bad about ourselves).

2) open up to get support from people who think DID is one of those scary dangerous mental illnesses.

On a personal note despite being diagnosed with DID we have had a mental health professional (a psychiatrist) say that DID doesn’t exist, and is “the stuff of Hollywood movies” to quote him. This was whilst inpatient due to a mental health crisis. Anyone who thinks this kind of stigma doesn’t have real life implications, you are unfortunately wrong. And it’s not just uneducated people that stigma of this kind affects - that was from a fully qualified psychiatrist ie even professionals are influenced by stigma from movies - another example would be Sybil.

These are just a few of our issues with this movie and we’ve already seen the damage it has caused. It is just the latest in a long line of movies that stigmatise mental illness. It is an overused stereotype. 

M. Night Shyamalan and the production team have purposely exploited DID for entertainment value. Mental illness gives them the “twist” Hollywood is after to make profit, which is clearly more important to them than the lives of those who actually live with this condition.

Please reblog and to those with DID (and other mental illness): this movie does not reflect who we are. We aren’t monsters, we are survivors and the world needs to see that.

Us: I’m glad that neo-nazi fuck, Richard Spencer, got punched in the face. Punch nazis.

Some troll: The National Socialist German Worker’s Party hasn’t existed since 1945 so your use of the word nazi makes no sense. Checkmate. Gotcha. #kek

Us: You obviously know what we mean, and you’re just being purposefully ignorant and trying to get a rise out of us or make us look like we have no idea what we’re talking about. And if you’ll also note we use the term “neo-nazis,” just as much, if not more so and tag for both - but it doesn’t matter because YOU. KNOW. WHAT. WE. MEAN.

Someone who completely missed the point: Well ACTUALLY that obvious troll is right, you do use the word “nazi,” as opposed to “neo-nazi” sometimes. You’re coming off like an idiot, maybe you should be more specific with your words here. This is the real issue at hand.

“So when you buy jewelry for Amren, is it to keep yourself in her good graces or because you’re—together?”

Rhys barked a laugh. “When I was young and stupid, I once invited her to my bed. She laughed herself hoarse.”

GUYS CAN WE TALK ABOUT THIS PLEASE????? 

Fluffy Tails

Dean x reader

Warnings: none I think. Dean fluff?

Requested by Anon: Hiya! Can I have a Dean x Reader where the reader finds a cat on the side of the road and Dean acts all tough about cats in front of her but then she catches him cuddling and talking to the cat in private?

A/n: I kind of skipped the part about talking to the little fluff ball because I couldn’t for the life of me thinking of a way to get it in. But I loved this idea! I myself am a big dog person and not a cat fan so it was hard for me to write a cat fluff fic. I hope you like it Nonnie!

Forever tag list: @Freaksforthewin , @thewinhunter, @cambriacaneatnoodles, @brokennoone , @youtubehelpsmesurvive , @chrisevansthedoritobastard , @winchesters-favorite-girl , @we-know-a-little-about-a-lot @godh8salyssa @dean-baby-Winchester @straightasdeanwinchester@animexchocolate


Part of you was hoping you could sneak the bundle of fluff into your bedroom through your bag without being noticed. But of course, Cas had to go and ask you what was breathing in your backpack.

“Nothing.” You’d tried your best to walk straight past him, but Dean popped up out of nowhere and landed in front of you.

“Open up, Y/n. If it’s nothing then you won’t mind letting me see.” There wasn’t any way you’d be getting by him without opening your bag.

The second you did, a tiny furry little head poked out and let a small squeaky meow escape.

“Really? That’s nothing?” He was obviously not amused in the slightest by this.

“Uh, yeah. Nothing is their name. Guess I should’ve been more clear about that.” It was the best save you could come up with for the time being.

His eyes looked into yours, and you swore he was pretending to shoot laser beams from them and explode your head for bringing a damn animal in the bunker.

“No, absolutely not. Get it out.” His arms folded together after he set his cup of coffee down.

“Yeah no, I don’t think so. You said no dogs. Nowhere was cats mentioned.” You sasses right back at him. Sam, who stood in the background watching, only scoffed in amusement.

“Okay, fair enough. No cats. Now get it out.” His face was filled from ear to ear with irritation. But you weren’t about to throw this little fluff out.

“I found them on the side of the road. Kind of like how you found me.” You gave him your best innocent face. “Besides, if you want them out, you need an eviction notice and to give them thirty days.” No more words came from you as you walked back to your room and shut the door.

This was Dean’s room too, but of course he wasn’t about to act even the slightest bit okay with this.

Later that day, you had dragged Sam out to go get some groceries. Dean, who was still pouring, announced he’d be staying right where he was for the hour or so you’d be gone. But in a turn of events you and Sam had been four hours. Making it a little past ten when you both waltzed into the Bunker. Completely tired and out of it. The first thing you did was put away what you’d bought and then went to bed.

All the lights were off in the room, so you turned on the tv to shed some light on your surroundings. On the bed, all sprawled out in the middle. Was a totally passed out Dean all curled in a human ball with a tiny kitten digging its claws into his shirt in a needing motion as they would do to their mothers. His hand was unconsciously rubbing the small animals belly while a tiny puddle of drool began to form under his lip. Of course you couldn’t allow this opportunity for blackmail to pass you by. So naturally you took out your phone and snapped a picture.

“Dean, scoot over. I’m tired.” He had no idea you’d captured the moment on your phone.

Realizing you would see him with the cat, he ‘pushed’ it off of the bed in an ‘angry’ way.

“Stupid cat sleeping on my bed.” His words were mumbled, but his act was so not working.

“Yeah, stupid cuddle buddy cat.” You quietly replied.

“We’re not keeping it.”

“Yeah that’s what you keep saying, Winchester.”

I tend to stay away from the VLD fandom on here but...

Just now I saw someone say that the VA for Shiro is predatory and “tells teens that it’s okay to sleep with adults” (not even close to what he said about the shipping stuff in the video or on twitter) before suggesting that he uses his “power” as a voice actor to get close to teenagers.

Earlier, I saw several other people say that they think he’s dangerous/a danger to children because he said that the ages in VLD aren’t canon and that as long as you’re not shipping “gross stuff” (his words, I believe), aging the characters up should be okay.

Oh and he said that people calling others ped*s should learn the definition of the word. (Which… honestly, they do.) 

It was a clumsy attempt at talking about something that he’s had to deal with as someone who we know definitely gets tagged into ship discourse and has had people send him harassment/demands for “proof” of ages. 

People are out here, ignorant of anything in his life, saying that he’s dismissive to CSA survivors and that he probably uses his position as a voice actor to prey on teenagers.

Honestly, if you believe or share comments like that uncritically, I don’t feel comfortable interacting with you because your ability to twist people’s words makes me worry. 

Because I’m seeing people go from calling this man a p*do apologist to slyly suggesting that he preys on children. Because he said that harassing people for ships because of ages that weren’t canon (the marketing material and canon comics still describes them as “five unsuspecting teenagers”) and therefore are flexible wasn’t okay. 

This is beyond fucked up,

So I’ve really been trying to stay out of this weird Katie McGrath discourse. But things keep popping up on my dash and I look through the Katie McGrath tag pretty regularly. Apparently, we all need a discussion on how to act like normal functioning adults. And this is the only time I’m going to post about this. Because I didn’t think we needed to talk about this. But apparently…

For people that say they’re fans of a person, some of you are disrespectful as hell. I could get around the “Kashy McGra” thing, even though I’m personally really bothered by it. I’ve never like it and you’ll never find me using that tag. But hey, when an actor/actress starts gaining more prominence, jokes like that surface more and I understand that was lighthearted fun. But when some people start digging up pictures and making a big deal out of something that is a person’s job. Well. Let’s just say that it’s probably good Katie doesn’t have social media and honestly, I don’t think she should ever get on it if this is how some people are going to behave. 

Look, I’m as relatively as new of a fan of Katie as the next person. I knew of her because of Merlin but didn’t really follow her career until Supergirl. Yeah, I think her back tattoo is a little unfortunate, but that’s not really a reason to drag her over it. Yeah, her goth phase was interesting. But who can really say they never had one? Besides, it was a method of self-expression for a younger Katie. I don’t think we should be making fun of that. And don’t even get me started on that anal thing. That’s just downright disgusting, in terms of what that scene started. And where some people took it. I also don’t really understand why this goth thing was such a big deal. We all knew she had a goth phase, and arguably she still has a little bit of it in her personal fashion. At least, I thought we all knew. 

It’s been really surreal to watch this all unfold and continually be amazed what people are willing to post in public about a person they don’t really know. Especially one who tends to be pretty private. Or at least as private as you can be when you’re an actress. 

Yes, it’s a part of every individual’s growing fandom that you’re going to get some people who just do that. It’s the price of an actor/actress gaining exposure. And to some extent, we all have to just deal with it. But some of you really need Jesus. I’d really rather not get PMs over this, but if you have to, don’t tell me “it’s just a joke.” Because it’s really not that funny. Some individuals in the fandom really need to grow up and let Katie be herself. And not make a spectacle over the stupidest shit.  

ABOUT KILLING STALKING

I’m fucking crying bc of the anti ks tag I swear y'all are so extra like, bruh. I can’t even kill a fly I won’t fucking kill anyone just because I read this. I’m not gonna shame anyone but I have read things that made me think of taking my eyes out and putting them back on just to confirm that I read that with my own two eyes but anyway.

Yes, we do like the plot bc have you even read the two first chapters before saying anything? Dude that shit makes you think of who a person can truly be and makes you wanna know what happens next after a really fucking crazy ass moment that ends with a cliff hanger, like what the fuck happened to bum or what is going to do with that girl and things like that. And the art? I’m majoring in arts (especifically music and theatre but I have art classes too so I know what the fuckity fuck I am talking about for once in my life) and it’s amazing, so no, we’re not psychopaths with a fetish or something like that.

Another topic that leaves me on the ground rolling for air is the yoonbum x sangwoo topic. The fuck is wrong with those people that say that if you ship those two you are a horrible person and that you should kill yourself?? And wait, hold on a second, you said to someone to kill themselves over a ship that it’s fictional, who the fuck here is the real psychopath now huh?? Anyway, what I was saying, yoonbum and sangwoo both are fucking fictional characters that doesn’t exist in real life and are not going to fucking murder or stalk you in any way and of course not a single person in there is suffering for real (except me every time I read it I swear to god). I personally don’t ship them bc I like Sangwoo x jail and Yoonbum x therapist but that doesn’t mean that I should F U C K I N G DISR ES P E CT SO ME O N E’S O P I NI ON AB O U T IT FO R F U C KIN G FR EE. If someone ships them it’s alright. If someone doesn’t it’s alright too and if you don’t fucking like Killing Stalking don’t make an anti blog, block the tag, don’t comment negative things on someone’s blog about it and go on with your fabulous and sweet fantastic life.

I don’t care if you think it’s horrible and a taboo topic just go on with your life and stop being immature and a hater. Tumblr really needs to fucking chill a lil bit.

Originally posted by thehidingamaranth

Barry’s pep talks are actually awful this season. 

Cisco: Is rightly angry at Barry and sad about his brother, Barry: You should move on because I already have. 

Iris: Is bothered because sometimes she feels like she doesn’t have agency within the Team, Barry: You’re useful to me tho and that’s what’s always mattered. 

Caitlin: Is upset because she may be turning evil, Barry: I don’t actually wanna comfort you just wanna say it’s my fault and there’s nothing we can do. 

Has he always related everyone else’s feelings back to his own or is this something I’m just noticing. 

Fuck You Logan, Fuck You

Warning: cussing, SMUT, orgasm denial, UNPROTECTED SMUT (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT), Daddy kink and handcuffs, if i forgot something let me know

Pairing: Logan Howlett/Wolverine x reader, Remy LeBeau, Bobby, Rogue, Charles Xavier

A/n:This took me what feels like forever to write. It seems I can never do a fic with Logan without Remy in it. This is the longest smut I’ve written (4428 words, HOLY SHIT) and I really hope I did Logan justice. Plus thank you to @a-lonely-string for the inspiration for this since we were talking about him over the past few days and @petlaufeyson for recommending another song to add to my smut writing play list, IT REALLY HELPED. If you’re not a Logan girl, after this you may be one. Sorry not sorry. If anyone has anything negative about this, COME TO ME or FUCK OFF! I didn’t edit this because I tend to do it while I write.

tag list: @fandoms-writer @marvelismylife @nea90sweetie @mysaria @captainamericasbeautifulbutt @originalwinchestervamp @incoherentli @the-winter-sokovian @douchepoolonsie @hymnofthevalkyries @ladyjayelehnsherr @petlaufeyson @theoneandonlysaucymo


Originally posted by such-ass

NOT SORRY FOR USING THIS GIF ^^^MY INSPIRATION^^

Part 1 Part 2

               “Fuck you Logan. FUCK YOU.” You stormed off towards your room in the mansion. You lived in the mansion longer than Logan did and you sure as hell lived just as long as he has. You both were pretty much immortal but lately he didn’t think so. At the moment you hated him, you hated him because you were trying to do your job. A job that you do pretty damn well, might you add, but still. He tried to prevent you from saving a group of young mutants before the government tried to kill them. “Fucking Logan. God, he pisses me the fuck off.”

               “I haven’t heard such a beautiful woman talk like that, Cherie.” Remy stood at your door looking in at you as you stood there in your uniform pants and your black lace bra.

               “What the fuck do you want, Rem. Can I try to relax before you start trying to flirt with me?” You looked at him. You were pissed and he could see it.

               “What did he do this time?” He tried to step closer but all you did was growled at him, making him stop almost all movement. “Okay, okay.” He held up his hands in surrender. “He must have done something stupid to turn such a kitten into a lion.” He was still going to try to flirt with you. Knowing what your abilities were. Super human strength, shift into a feline (ranging from cat to lion), healing like Logan, and everything that comes with being a feline.

               “Really Rem. I swear he thinks that just because I’m a few years younger means I’m fucking fragile or something. We both are mutants, right?” You look up at him as you walked over to your dresser. Remy nodded his head as his answer. “Why can’t he see that I’m a big girl and don’t need daddy fucking me over every fucking chance he gets.”

               “The two of you should just sleep together and get it over with.” He smirked at you as you pulled a clean pair of panties and a huge shirt from your dresser. Tossing them on your bed.

               “You know what Rem, fuck off. Better yet, go the hell away so I can try to relax.” Remy shook his head and turned from your room and walked down the hall, probably to go flirt with one of the other teachers or bug Logan. You didn’t care, you just wanted to relax.

               You walked into your bathroom and opted to run a bath instead of a shower. Dealing with a man that healed just as quickly as you and a temper of a five year who had their candy taken from them, you needed a bath. You added some bath oils to the water that you knew would help with your muscles and your stress levels. The smells of lavender, blueberry and a hint of sugar cookie (a slight weakness of yours) filled the room. You stripped the rest of the way down, tossing the rest of your uniform into your room landing somewhere with a thud. Not that you cared at the moment.

               You slipped into the relaxing hot water and leaned your head against the back of the tub. You relished in the heat sinking into your muscles and the scents that filled the room helped you start to relax. You had managed to let your eyes drift shut as you laid there, calming and finally relaxing.

 

*Logan’s POV*

 

               “Fuck you Logan. FUCK YOU.” (Y/n) stormed off, her ass looked amazing as she did. ‘God, get a grip with yourself Logan. She now hates you.’ I walked into Charles’ office.

               “She doesn’t hate you, Logan. She’s just pissed, give her some time then go talk to her.” He didn’t even look up from the papers on his desk. “If you stopped treating her the way you do. You two would be the perfect team again.”

               “How I treat her. She almost got killed.”

               “Do you honestly think that will happen, Logan?”

               What the fuck was he talking… Fuck she has pretty much the same mutation as I do. I’ve been a dick for no damn fucking reason.

               “I take it you realized something.” He looked up at me and smiled. “Like I said, give some time to cool off and then go talk to her.” I nodded my head and walked away.

               I walked up to my room, closing the door behind me I stripped off my uniform and pulled on something comfortable. I walked down to the kitchen, food sounded great at the moment. Gambit was sitting at the table with looked like his cards.

               “What the hell did you do to our little kitten that she would nearly scratch me?” He kept messing with his cards as I dug through the fridge. “The two of you should really fuck and get it over with. The sexual tension between you and Cherie is driving most of us insane.” I placed some food on the counter and looked at him. “Don’t look at me like that, Logan. You know damn well what I’m talking about.”

               “We had to rescue a few groups of kids and she tried to throw herself in front a small group of kids but I pulled her back and I took most of the blast, which apparently pissed her off. I totally forgot her mutation is like mine.” My gaze dropped to the food in front of me.

               “Now that somewhat explains why she was pissed. From the sound of it, you tend to do that a lot.”

               “What do you mean from the sound of it? What the hell did she say?” I looked up at him, getting pissed again.

               He got up from his seat and walked towards the door. “She said something like she’s a big girl and not needing daddy fucking her over ever chance or something like that. I couldn’t pay much attention, she was standing there in half her uniform and a black lace bra.” I don’t know why but thinking of her calling me daddy was a bit of a turn on. Thank god for the counter in front of me.

               Before I could say anything, he was out the damn door. God, she was going to be the death of me but first I need to see what (Y/n) meant when she called me daddy. I could feel the smirk on my face. I sat down and ate my food, giving her some time to cool off.

 

*Normal POV*

 

               You felt better now that you were able to relax. The water had cooled off to the point it was getting cold. You sat up and got out of the tub then quickly dried off. You loved that the bath relieved your stress but you knew it would never fix the problem know as Logan. Thinking of him right now caused a headache that you didn’t need or want. You stepped out of your bathroom and low and behold, guess who’s sitting on your bed. Logan. You groaned at the sight of him leaning against the back of the door. His big muscular arm crossed over his broad chest as he just stood there with his eyes now trained on you since you opened your bathroom door.

               “UGH, what the fuck are you doing in my room?” You didn’t pay notice that he was now looking you over. “Did you come to fuck up my night as well, Logan?” He smirked at you. ‘Why the hell was he smirking?’

               “I came to apologize for earlier.” You looked up at him with shock.

               “Wow the infamous Wolverine wants to apologize.” You rolled your eyes at him as you walked over to your bed, his eyes followed your ass as you walked. You could feel him staring at you. What you weren’t expecting was that he stood up straight and walked over to you. You were facing your bed when you felt his hands on your hips.

               “Yes, sweetheart, I’m trying to apologize. I admit I don’t do it often.”

               “But?” You had a bit of sarcasm in your voice and he clearly heard it.

               “There is no buts the only but I want is yours.” You turned around and looked into his eye. You almost couldn’t believe what you were hearing. “Remy told me what you said earlier.” What did Rem tell him? He leaned in and placed his soft lips to your shoulder. “The only fucking over Daddy’s going to do is fucking you over and over tonight.” Your breath hitched in the back of your throat as your mind was piecing together what was happening. Of course you’ve thought of riding this man like the beast he is or how amazing it would feel to have him coming at you from behind. You bit your lip in hopes to hold back a moan.

               You let your hands travel up his arms until they reached his shoulders. Your fingers started playing with the hair at the base of his neck as you felt his teeth against your neck. You moaned as he bit down harder. You instantly ripped off his shirt, gaining a growl from deep in his chest. His hands traveled down to the backs of your thighs. He mumbled jump against your neck and you jumped, wrapping your legs around his waist. You instantly felt how hard he was and ground down on him causing you both to moan. One of his hands slid up to your ass and gave it a rough squeeze, pulling a loud moan from your lips as your head fell back. He laid you down on your bed then stepping away from you. He walked over to your night stand and opened the top drawer, he was somewhat shocked to see a pair of handcuffs in there but he knew you well enough that you had a few kinks up your sleeve.

               “Logan.” He looked down at you with a half-smile.

               “Nah uh, you get to call me daddy baby girl.” You had to rub your thighs together, the way he sounded when he spoke made you wet. He reached down and grabbed your hands, raising them above your head and cuffing them to your head board. To say you were shocked would have been a lie, you were more turned on more than anything.

               “So, daddy, how long have you thought of doing this?” You tried to keep your voice seductive especially with the word daddy. You saw him twitch under his sweat pants. You couldn’t help but lick your lips at the sight before you.

               “You have no idea baby girl.” He smirked down at you as he walked to the end of your bed. He stood there for a moment, admiring how you were laid out for him on your bed. You looked up at him, admiring his hard chiseled chest. You bit your lip as seductively as possible in hopes he would do something. He gave you a slight smirk before he dropped his sweats and crawled half way up the bed. You felt his breath on your legs as he crawled up. You thought you knew what he was going to do but it didn’t happen. He peppered kisses along the tops of your thighs and from time to time he would bite down on your soft flesh, pulling soft moans from you. At times you thought he would bite hard enough to draw blood, not that you were complaining. His hands slowly worked their way up your thighs, slowly pushing them open so he could see every inch of you. Logan let out an animalistic growl once you were completely open to him.

               He let himself be taken over by animal instincts and dove into you. His tongue made contact with your clit, making you moan loudly and causing you to pull at your restraints. Your head fell back against the pillow as he inserted a single finger. Moving it slowly in and out of you, dragging the pleasure out as much as possible. You bucked your hips up which caused him to lay his other hand across your lower abdomen pinning you in place. You needed more friction than what he was giving you.

               “Daddy” You softly panted out softly, causing him to look up at you. “If you don’t pick up the pace, I’m not going to have to explain to Hank how a pair of Vibranium handcuffs broke.” He eyes went full blown with lust. He added another finger and started to pick up the pace, quickly.

               “Is that better, baby girl?” He smirked up at you as you threw your head back on a loud moan. Your back arched off the bed as his lips attached themselves back onto your clit. You felt the knot in your stomach tighten as his fucked you with his hand. He took his fingers away causing you to whimper at the loss but moaned even louder as he slid his tongue into you. The pleasure was almost unbearable, he could tell you were close. “Cum baby girl. Cum for daddy.” With that your body shook, your orgasm raking through your body like a tidal wave. His tongue was buried deep inside you, lapping up everything you had to offer. Your body had become sensitive, you felt every hair on his face against your legs. You moaned softly as he gave you one last lick before making his way up your body. Kissing and biting along your stomach and all around each breast. Taking one nipple into his mouth, sucking and nibbling on it pulling wanton moans from your lips. His hands slid up your body, one taking your lonely breast while the other laid on your hip. You felt want and need build back up as he took your other nipple into his mouth. He mumbled something about being a good girl. He continued up your chest to your collar bone, nibbling along the bone and up the side of your neck. He sucked on your neck, leaving dark spots that would soon fade. “You’re such a good girl for daddy.”

               His hand slid up and into your hair, pulling it back hard causing your head to snap back and a moan escaping your lips. You felt him twitch against your thigh, a bead of pre-cum slipped from the slit and was spread across the top of your thigh. You raised your hips slightly, grinding up against him pulling a groan from him. Logan pulled back from your neck and gave you an evil smirk. He repositioned himself where if he was to grind down, the head of his cock would push against your clit. Then that was exactly what he did, pulling a loud moan from your lips. You bucked your hips just to feel the pressure against your clit again, making the man above you groan as he drops his head.

               “Daddy please.” Your voice was breathy.

               “Please what, baby girl.” His voice was low and husky which only made you need him even more.

               “I need you.” He looked down at you releasing your hair and gripped himself. He lined himself up to your core and slowly pushed in. You moaned at the sensation of being stretched. You dug your nails into his shoulders as he continued to push into you. His head fell to the crook of your neck as he bottomed out, groaning at the sensation of you completely surrounding him warm and tight. He stayed still for a moment, causing you discomfort was furthest from his mind. “Fuck.” Panting as you bucked your hips up, taking him in even further. He took this as a sign as to start moving. He pulled back, leaving the head of his cock inside you then slamming back into you. You screamed in pleasure as you pulled on your restraints. This only spurred him on, fucking you harder and faster. Suddenly he pulled out, causing you to whine at the loss of him inside you. “What the fuck?” You barely able to breathe out.

               “I’m planning on taking you in more than one position, sweetheart.” His voice husky as his breathe fanned over your skin as he uncuffed you from the headboard. You sat up and as you did, Logan managed to get both your wrists behind your back and cuffed them in place. You looked up at him in disbelief while he just smirked down at you. He wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you up and your legs instantly wrapped around his waist. He walked you over to your dresser and sat you on top, pulling your ass to the edge then sliding back into you. You both moaned loudly as he slammed back into you. His hands gripping your hips as your head falls into the crock of his neck, your lips found the skin there and your teeth bit down hard causing him to thrust harder into you. You swore the force he used would cause the dresser to move but it didn’t, you were extremely glad that the dresser didn’t budge as Logan fucked into you.

               You felt that knot in your stomach grow tight again. Winding tighter with every thrust, with every sound that fell from his lips. You were closer to cumming this time and he decides to pull out. You groaned in protest and whimpered in loss of him again. He had a wicked smirk on his face and you knew right then you were in for a long night. He instantly flipped you over, your chest was now lying flat on top of your dresser. He spread your legs a little then gripped your hips with a bruising force causing you to whimper. Your head laid on the dresser as you looked back at him, sending him your own smirk.

               “Don’t get too comfortable being in charge right now Daddy because once these,” you wiggle your cuffed hands, “I’m going to show you just who’s in charge.” Just then he slammed into you from behind causing you to scream in pleasure. God, he felt fucking amazing inside you.

               “Is that so, baby girl?” His breathe fluttered against your ear. He started thrusting in and out of you as his grip tightened slightly, causing you to moan loudly with every thrust. You felt one of his hands leave your hip and tangled into your hair, pulling back slightly making your sounds echo off the wall in front of you. That was when you felt a sting on your ass. You whimpered when he spanked you again. You bucked your hips back causing him to go deeper than ether of you thought was possible. Logan growled as he started to really thrust into you. You were quickly reaching your high again, you were starting to contemplate on begging him for release. With one final hard thrust, Logan stilled for a moment. You could feel how hard he still was and you knew he wasn’t done with you. He pulled out of you, again. Without a word, he picked you up and carried you back to the bed. Setting you down on your knees. You looked up at him slightly confused and panting. All he did was kneel down behind you. You felt his hands on you, one on your hip and the other on your shoulder. He gently pushed you down so your shoulders were on the mattress and your face felt the cool sheets of your bed, giving you some relief to your over heated skin. He then pushed into you again. You were starting to get sensitive and moaned as he slid in. Your arousal was dripping down the sides of your legs and all over him as he began to thrust into you again. You managed to force your ass back as he thrusted forward causing him to moan loud. The sounds of skin slapping skin, his moans and groans, and the sounds you were making filled the room. Logan was getting close to his release and so were you.

               He then did something that you were expecting, he uncuffed you. You smirked as you moaned with pleasure as he fucked into you. Your hands landing on the bed and you pushed yourself up. With the added leverage of your arms, you threw yourself back into him. You heard him swear as you started taking control of things. You started to thrust yourself back into him and you felt him stop moving. You kept this up for a while, his hands landing on your hips as you fucked yourself on him. Before he could register what was going on, you pulled yourself off him whimpering slightly as the feeling of being empty surged through you. You turned and looked at him.

               “I told you Daddy, once the cuffs come off I’m gonna show you who’s in charge.” You smirked at him as you pushed him onto his back. You climbed up onto him, biting into his neck as you grabbed his cock and lined him up to your entrance. You slowly lowered yourself onto him, causing him to grip your ass tightly and a string of cuss words falling from his lips. You released his neck as you sat up, moaning at the action. You raised up slightly and slowly moved back down. Logan’s head fell back onto the bed, he was going to burst at any moment and you knew it. So you decide to take mercy on him. You started to move a bit faster, every time you would roll your hips or raise up you would do it harder and faster than the last time. You ran your nails down his chest. Anger red lines followed, some even bleed a little but healed quickly. You felt the knot in your stomach get tighter and you knew you were close to your peak with the sounds that Logan was making he was too. You ran a hand down your body and started rubbing on your clit with the perfect pressure. Your orgasm raked through your body, hard. You came on a scream of his name. You clamped down hard on him, pulling him over the edge with you. His nails digging into you as he shot himself into you and started to fuck up into you, prolonging both of your orgasms. You leaned forward, placing your head in the crock of his neck. One of his hands slid up your back and stopped at the base of your neck, holding you to him as you both came down from your highs.

               You slowly and carefully raised yourself up and off of him then flopping onto the bed next to him. He placed a kiss to the top of your head before he got up and walked over to your bathroom. You faintly heard the sink turn on then off. Logan came back with a washcloth and cleaned you up before laying back down next to you, pulling you back into his chest. Your hand rested on his chest and you started to mess with his chest hair. He started carding his hand through your hair and your eyes started to droop. Moments later, the both of you fell asleep.

               The next morning you woke up still in his arms. To be honest, it was the best night’s sleep you ever got. You barely managed to get out of the bed without waking Logan, you knew he was a bear to deal with when he is woken up before he woke up himself. You relieved yourself before pulling on a pair of panties and a large shirt that you think you stole from Logan on a mission a few years back without him knowing. You slipped out of your room quietly and made your way down to the kitchen. Remy sat at the table along with Bobby and Rogue, all of them with smiles on their faces.

               “You guys seem to be in a good mood this morning.” You looked at the clock on the microwave, seeing that it was only 9 in the morning.

               “We are.” Remy got up and walked over to you. “How did you sleep last night, Cherie?” He leaned in close to your ear.

               “I slept great last night, Rem.” You smirked at him as you moved to make yourself a bowl of cereal.

               “Oh really, Cherie? Mind if I ask why?” He smirked back at you.

               “I’m not telling you, Rem. You don’t need to know.” You grabbed the milk from the fridge and poured some over your cereal. You grabbed a spoon before walking over to the table and sat down next to Rogue. “Besides, it won’t stop you from flirting with me.” Rogue giggled and Bobby rolled his eyes.

               “Really?” Remy cocked his eyebrow at you. “Have you seen Logan? He is normally up by now.”

               “I have and I’m not telling you where.” You chuckled as you ate your breakfast.

               Logan walked into the kitchen in his sweats from last night. You were so glad that you both heal quickly, you didn’t need Remy giving you an even harder time than he already does. Remy looks at him then back at you and smiles. It was like something clicked in his mind.

               Once you finished your breakfast, you walked over to the sink where Logan just happened to be. You felt his hand on your ass as you placed your bowl in the sink. Bobby and Rogue got up from their seats and left. Remy still had a smirk on his face.

               “You two finally did it, didn’t you?”

               “What makes you think that, Rem?” You looked up at him and you couldn’t keep a smile off your face.

               “Finally!” He grinned and walked out of the kitchen, leaving you and Logan alone.

               Logan pulled you into him, wrapping his arms around your waist. You leaned up and placed your lips to his. He squeezed your butt causing you to squeal a little.

               “You know, I’m glad that Hank sound proofed my room.” Logan looked down at you almost confused. “You couldn’t hear a stadium full of fans screaming in my room.” The look of confusion faded into a wicked smile.

               “You mean we can do last night all day?”

               “Since it’s Saturday and there are no classes to teach, yes.” As the last word barely left your lips, Logan threw you over his shoulder and walked you back towards your room.

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can someone tag this fucking asshole

“does it make you mad that i’m telling you asking to have a slur tagged means you use nazi rhetoric :)? it should and YOU have to fix it for yourself :)”

q*eer LITERALLY is a word that harms LGBT people. yes, many people reclaim it for themselves, but that does NOT remove the power it holds as a violent anti-LGBT slur. you are telling people they are not allowed to be hurt by a slur INTENDED to hurt them because some people call themselves q*eer.

y'all will call us ableist demons if we talk about how tagging largely gay PDA is questionable but if we ask to have a fucking slur tagged we’re using nazi rhetoric.

i guess the next time i get called a disgusting q*eer for holding a girl’s hand or kissing her in public i’ll just have to keep in mind that it makes me a nazi to be upset about it.

more dogscourse™

I am a huge fan of head canons and imagining Larry with pets is awesome. If it turns out that I’m wrong and Clifford is their dog, I will happily admit it. I’m not trying to shit on people having a good time, but it sucks that bloggers feel like they can’t post their opinion and say that they think Clifford isn’t Louis’ dog because they’re afraid of anon hate. Fucking insane. Tumblr is such a bizarre fucking combination of assholes and cool people and, of course, people like me who are both simultaneously. I’ve discussed this with some other people, I won’t tag you, but you know who you are and you’ll see some of what we talked about here. The point of this post is that I’ve had some people anon/message me about this, asking to hear my thoughts. So, here they are:

My thoughts in unorganized bullet-point form:

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I don’t understand why people are getting so angry at MONBEBE for talking about Monsta X first win. If it’s just because older groups haven’t won yet, other rookies have won awards and yet they haven’t gotten so much said about them. I don’t feel like we’ve overstepped our boundaries as fans by harassing people as it’s been in our tags and the groups you are talking about aren’t promoting at the same time as they are…why are people so mad and trying to fight us?

I’ll Do What I Must

Basically how I imagine Nesta’s “apology” will really go like

Words: ~500 words

Description: Nesta and Feyre have a sort of talk, sort of speech, sort of idk before kicking some booty (shrugs) 

Tagging @sparkleywonderful and @propshophannah because of that one time, long ago, where we were commenting about Nesta and apologizing. 

So here goes…


“You love these people?” Nesta questioned, focusing her gaze on the pale blue of her sister’s irises. The answer lied between them, visible even to the naked eye. Once a gate that could never be passed or permeated, now a bridge that brought them together once more and never closed.

“I do.” Feyre whispered, nodding a resounding yes. These were her people. Easily loved, easily lovable. Nesta knew for a fact that as much as Feyre would die to save them all, they would do the same, if not more, for her. Their high lady, their queen, their friend.

Nesta merely nodded, glancing at the rest of them. At Rhysand, and his heavy gaze, at Azriel and his many shadows, at Mor and her strength of steel. At Cassian, who looked awed at the sight of her, proud, for a reason she wouldn’t recognize until she wasn’t quite as preoccupied. When the time was right.

They watched her, watching Feyre. Taking in the moment as if it was history meant to be written in books. They were lucky she liked to read.

These people, who broke her walls and took its place, who enshrouded her in a safety even she couldn’t create, were her sister’s family. Her family. She would die for them, too.

“Then I’ll do what I must to protect them.”

The sentence echoed in the expanse of the valley. Maybe it was the conviction in her voice, or how she looked as she said it, but Nesta could feel the fear from the soldiers behind her. Could hear it like a steady drum. She could have sworn the whole Earth gasped at the promise. In liberation or defeat, she didn’t know. But she had never been defeated.

Her eyes met Feyre’s once more. An agreement, a pledge, a strength. Feyre’s lips slowly turned upward, and even in the middle of war she felt the warmth of the sun. No one could break the bond between sisters, not between Archeron sisters. Suffer together, love together, fight together. Until the end.

Nesta’s body shifted, scanning the expanse of the army; their weapons, their might. She was mightier, fiercer than any storm, any shadow, any fight. And fight she would, for her old life and her new one.

Her eyes zeroed in on him, riding his chariot. Easily victorious, if he had not created a weapon forged against him. She stared directly at him, at his eyes and will of steel. The light in her gaze grew. She wasn’t a doll to play with, but oh, did she want to play.

She didn’t turn around, didn’t acknowledge her allies behind her. Her mouth merely proclaimed a vow buried in furious temptation.

“But Hybern, he’s mine.”

Feyre’s lips turned sinister at the ferocity of the flame before her. She had no doubt in Nesta’s claim.

They were sister’s after all.


(Ignore the fact that I didn’t mention some characters.) :D 

Guess what???? I’m writing a fic about Nesta’s first time….. killing fae. ;) Because I like gore and murder. (It’s my thing) so be on the look out for it. I hope you liked this one, it took me all of thirty minutes.