the old one was bothering the hell out of me

anonymous asked:

Babe, who is this g.o.d.? And why tf are they fucking with you?

g.o.d. is this fandom famous…person, for lack of a better word. She trolls and AO3 in search of every single new fic that comes out for SasuNaru or KakaSaku just to leave comments calling the author a delusional virgin and telling them to kill themselves. She is actually that hard for SasuSaku. 

She was exposed once and some of her personal details were made public by a post on which I believe still exists today. Someone found her IP address and quite a lot of her personal information and eventually her account was shut down. She still continues to comment, however, by doing so as a guest and signing them all as g.o.d. as if we’re all gonna get the fear of the lord put in to us.

Personally I like to have fun with my replies, even though she never comes back to check whether or not her stale as hell same old bullshit comments have had an impact on poor little me. It’s cathartic for me and it’s important that others see that I don’t take her seriously. Because I don’t want them to take her seriously. 

It does bother me that she continues to do this, though. There are other more impressionable people out there. There are young kids who are making their first foray in to self expression only to be stone walled by her hatred. Which is one of the reasons it is SO IMPORTANT to comment on the things we like, to recognize the efforts that people put in to their work. Imagine her hatred being the only comment on someone’s story? 

I want every person who reads this who is an author to know that if you get a comment from someone signing as g.o.d. IGNORE HER. She is a sad waste of oxygen and her comments have no bearing on the delight that is your work. You have fellow authors who have dealt with her bullshit for ages now and would be more than happy to trade “MAN WHAT A BITCH” talk with you. 

Cause, you know. Man, what a bitch. 


Prompt: Ian wanting to know if anyone is 100% anything, and asking you to help him with his experiment.

Pairing: Ian x Reader

Word  Count: 880


“Hey, Y/N, I need some help.” I looked up from my phone, watching Ian drink his beer, he looked extremely nervous.

“Ian, honey, what’s wrong?” I laugh a little, and he smiles nervously.

“I need to have sex with a girl. Well, not need, but I want to you know try it.” I look up to him, raising a brow, “My boyfriend has been fucking an old friend from high school, she’s a girl, We had this argument and he said no one is 100% anything. I just- ah it’s stupid nevermind.” I shake my head, putting out my cigarette out in the ashtray,

“I’m your best friend and if it’s bothering you this much, it’s going to bother me too, so hell yeah, I’ll do it.” Ian smiled and set his beer down. “We should start slow, though, how would you like to start?” He shrugs, “Okay, first of all, let’s try to get you a boner.” I grab his hand and pull him upstairs and to his room. “Boobs probably don’t turn you on, but I’ll see what we can do.” I pushed him back onto his bed and stood over him, pulling my shirt over my head,

“Why don’t you ever wear a bra?” He laughs and  I shrug taking his hands and placing them on my boobs.

“Now feel free to imagine whatever you want, we just need something to get going.” I laugh and he begins rubbing my nipples with his thumbs.

“If I close my eyes and imagine these are the nipples on a guy, it works, a little.“I smack him,

“Listen, I know you think you’re 100% gay and that’s alright, but if you want to know or at least try to see if otherwise, you need to know you’re touching a girl.” He reluctantly opened his eyes and stared at my boobs. He leaned up and took my nipple into his mouth, I moaned my nails raking against his scalp, “You know a lot for a gay guy? Must be the straight porn you watched before discovering yourself.” He chuckled and switched to my other nipple. I pulled myself away from him, “Okay, okay, my turn.” I push him to lay flat on the bed, “Tell me if it gets to be too much, our safe word is experimental.” I kiss his sharp jawline, hands running down his chest. I kiss down his neck and down his chest until I’m at the hem of his pants. I quickly undo his pants and pull them down to his ankles, discarding them near his dresser. He was semi-hard, “I hope that’s for me."He looked down and ran his hands down his face.

"It’s for you, and I don’t know if that’s bad or good.” I smile and begin to slowly stroke his cock,  watching his face twist in pleasure, I put the tip in my mouth, slowly moving down his cock. I took his cock out my mouth and used my spit to lube his cock up, I stroked it watching his face.

“‘Can I ride you now?” He nodded, and I mounted him, “Remember our safe word.” He nods quickly and I take his cock placing it at my entrance, slowly moving down it.

“Shit. That feels weird.” There’s a small smile on his face, and I nod,

“We could try the back door, make yourself more at home,” I suggest and he slaps my thigh, laughing.

“It’s just warm, and wet, extremely fucking wet.” I nod,

“That’s what a vag feels like when it’s wet, I’m not going to lie, I’m kind of turned on.”  He smiles,

“I should feel honored?” I nod and he smiles, I place my heads on his shoulders and slowly move up and down his cock, my jaw dropping at the feeling of his cock in my pussy.

“Shit, it actually feels pretty fucking nice, do you want to take over?” He nods and wraps an arm around my waist flipping us. He smiles down at me awkwardly and wraps my leg around his waist, before pounding into me. “Shit Gallagher.” I moan, running my nails down his back. He buries his face in my neck, small whimpers leaving his lips, “Are you crying?” He shakes his head no, and I nod, grabbing the back of his neck. “What’s wrong?” He moves his face from my neck and bites his bottom lip as he stares down at me.

“I’m actually enjoying this a little.” I nod, and wrap my arms around his neck,

“Is that a bad thing?” He shrugs and continues to fuck me, “Shit. I’m close.” I warn and he picks up the speed, I clench around his cock, cumming. He pulls out and sprays his cum onto my lower belly. He rolls over to the side, slightly breathless. “Did you like it?”

He nods, “I did, but I prefer dudes, no offense.” I laugh, and shake my head, grabbing a sock from the floor to wipe his seed off my stomach.

“None was taken, also, what are best friends for?”

Dance With Me

Originally posted by babustyles

I’M ALIVE! I promise. But I know, I’ve been gone for aaages, and there’s no excuse for me other than the worst writer’s block. Again, I’m sorry. I can’t promise that I’ll post every week like I used to, but I can say that I’m still on here, even when I’m not writing :) Hope you enjoy! x

Word Count: 1,775 (A lot shorter than my usual, I’m sorry.)

This is Dunkirk!Harry and inspired by this imagine. (Yes I read Bucky stories, don’t judge me. Sebastian is beautiful.) Feedback is greatly appreciated.

“Dance with me.” You utter, fingertips lacing with his. A breath escapes his lips as you tug him into the empty space of your living room, running small circles into the back of his hand. 

The music plays further as your bodies connect like puzzle pieces. Your chest presses to his and you sigh, resting your head against his collarbones. You gently lay kisses onto the area as he squeezes your hands softly. Inhaling his scent, you lift your head and meet with his eyes. They pierce your own but remain sweet and full of admiration.

The record player is a few meters away from you, belting out the song though you can’t help but sing along.

“And with this feeling I’ll forget, I’m in love now.”

The words drip out with passion and Harry leans in to close the gap. 

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Dancing in the Rain. {Nessian}

Based off a prompt sent in by @throne-of-ashes-and-beauty - “Terrible things, by Mayday Parade”. Enjoy. ~

Originally posted by vanish

Once a year, they went to the ocean, just him and his daughter.

This was their seventeenth trip, and he was amazed she still wanted to go with him. Seventeen years old, and she looked just like her mother - long, golden-brown hair, and soft blue eyes with a hint of gray.

“Will you tell me a story?” she asked, glancing at her father through her side eye. “Of you two when you were younger?”

She loved hearing stories of her parents from Cassian – and he had to admit, he told them best.

“Let me think of a good one,” he smiled, wrapping an arm around his daughter.

Should he have told her of the time they met? In high school, when he bothered the hell out of her every single day until she finally said she would go on a date with him. When he waited at her locker after every class until he would see her, and she would roll her eyes, but when she looked away, he would see her smile. Every time.

Should he have told her of their first date? When he waited outside her front door for fifteen minutes, preparing what he was going to say, before he even rang the doorbell. When his hands were shaking, because he wanted so badly to not mess it up. He wanted her, the girl with the golden-brown hair and stormy-blue eyes. She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. And he wanted her to have fun, to walk away from the night with a smile on her lips and a plan for date number two.

Should he have told her of their first kiss? After the basketball game on Friday night. It had been raining for three days straight, and Nesta claimed to hate the rain. That’s because you’ve never danced in it, Cassian had claimed. She thought he was crazy, of course, but that was nothing new. He dragged her by the hand, out from under the landing behind the school, and pulled her close to him. She had never looked so beautiful to Cassian as she did then – the hood of her rain jacket pulled up, the tips of her hair dripping wet, her cheeks tinted crimson, and wonder in her eyes. He fell in love with her in that moment, and he kissed her. Pressed his lips softly against hers amidst the storm.

Cassian remembered their first time, but not because it was one he would ever share, with anyone, especially not his child. But, when he was going down memory lane, it was one of the first to pop into his mind. She was nervous, but she took charge. They had just graduated high school, and they had ditched the party with their class to stay in. Maybe it was because they had too many cups-full of strawberry wine, but they found the courage to take that extra step. They loved each other, and they longed to be nearer. Cassian would never forget the way her skin felt against his, how he felt like he was dreaming the entire time, as her gentle lips pressed against various places of his body. When it was over, and they were staring into each other’s eyes in nothing but the moonlight, Cassian knew that she was the one. And he was never letting her go.

Maybe he should have told her about the time he asked her to marry him. He had a big evening plan – he was going to take her to dinner, then for a walk through the park, then lead her down by the river, and that’s when he was going to pop the question. But, when Cassian went to pick her up, her eyes were red and swollen, her nose puffy, the light from her eyes dimmed. I’m sorry. I’m sick. It came out of nowhere. He just smiled and led her back inside. He had made her soup, and played with her hair, and then told her that there was something he had to do before he lost his mind. I love you, Nesta. I never want to live this life without you. I want to grow old with you. I want to give you beautiful babies, that look just like you. I want to love you, unconditionally, for the rest of my life. Nesta – She didn’t even let him finish before she was saying yes, yes, yes, until he pushed the small, diamond ring onto her finger.

Or, maybe he should have told her about the day her mother told him she was pregnant. They were still engaged, they hadn’t even set a date. She’d come out of the bathroom from throwing up for the tenth time that morning, holding something behind her back. She approached him, cautiously, as he was eating his breakfast. What’s wrong? He had asked, immediately. She broke down in tears as she smiled, and told him the news. Cass. We’re having a baby. He wrapped her in her arms as his eyes lined with silver. He was going to be a father. He was going to be a dad. And he was fucking terrified. But he knew he would be okay, he knew they would all be just fine. Because what they had could conquer anything.

Should he have told her about the day she told him about her other news? The news that was not so great. The news that would crush his soul, would break his spirit, would make him believe that there was some higher power punishing him for the mistakes he had made in his younger years. I’m sick, Cass. They’re saying that I may not make it through childbirth. He had wept. He had yelled, and screamed, and thrown things. He had fallen on his knees and prayed, had called out to anyone who was listening, anyone who would save her. Don’t punish her. Please. She’s done nothing wrong. I need her. I need her. I love her. Please.

Should he have told her about the day her parents sat in the hospital, awaiting her arrival, unsure about her mother’s fate? They sat together, hand in hand, Cassian clinging onto his fiancé, his love, for dear life. He wouldn’t stop, couldn’t stop, telling her how much he loved her. I love you, Cass. I love you, and no matter what happens, I will always love you, I will always be with you. He shook his head. He couldn’t hear her talk like that, like she was saying goodbye. I’m scared. Her smile was wistful at his confession. I know. But you’re going to be a great father.

Should he have told her about the next day? The next morning, to be exact, at 6:23 a.m. The morning when he was holding a small infant, wrapped in a pink, knitted blanket, in the same room that his future wife had taken her last breath in. The day his life changed. The day that continued to haunt him for seventeen years.

As Cassian sat with his daughter on the hilltop overlooking the ocean, he smiled, a tear sliding down his tanned cheek as he did so. “She woke up in the middle of the night, once. She shook me awake, and I thought something was wrong, considering she was four months pregnant with you. But, I opened my eyes, and she was laughing. I know what we should name her, she said. And after I complained that I’m sure it could have waited until morning, she gave me one name: Lily. When I asked her why, she looked at me like I was stupid as she said, Don’t you remember? You brought me lilies on our first date.”

“She wanted to name me Lily?”

Cassian nodded.

“What did you want to name me?”

Cassian thought about it before he responded, “Cassianette. I would have settled for Cassandra, though. Or Cassian Jr.”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re ridiculous.” They fell into a comfortable silence before she asked, “Is that your favorite memory? Or mom?”

He shook his head. “No. I would have to say my favorite memory is the night we danced in the rain. That was the night that changed everything.”

Lily smiled, wiping her father’s tears as she shook her head. “I think about her a lot. I wish I could have met her.”

Cassian nodded. “I wish you could have, too, sweetheart. I wish you could have, too.”

Once a year, Cassian and his daughter went to the ocean on the anniversary of her death. They would sit there for hours, and Cassian would tell her stories. They would laugh, and they would cry, and they would wish that they could see her, if only for an hour, a minute, a second, to let her know just how much they loved her, still.

Doll Face

Originally posted by violettevision


Doll face,

 I know your a little a frustrated with me right now. I know I shouldn’t get overly protective and territorial but I do have a very good reason as to why I punched that guy in the face. (I’m a little sorry for punching the guy) that doesn’t mean he didn’t deserve it.

The truth is Doll Face I am head over hells for you. No-one has ever accepted me for who I am before. Sure people have gone for the crazy wild ride but no-one has ever bothered to get to know the other side of the Lunatic. You see that there is another side to me that wants to relax, cuddle and spend time with my best friend, my partner in crime and the love of my life.

I want to grow old with you, you know when you see pictures of those old people sitting on the porch swinging on old rocking stairs, chilling out. That’s what I see when I think of us in the future. Of-course that’s way after, in case your wondering I see us in a nice house, a garden, with a couple of kids running around. You looking insanely hot all the time. Me and you making out in the living room much to our children’s disgust.

I hope you want the same things as I do Doll Face. We could have something so incredible. I believe we could.

I love you so much Doll,

Dean x 

Love Letters are now CLOSED, however our normal requests and would includes are OPEN.

Okay, here’s my hospital visit: 

1: I go into my ‘room’ and for some reason I don’t get a curtain. It’s gone, everyone’s so confused as to where it went. 

[Hello calming pictures of trees and water,] 

So, I have to change into my stupid hospital gown [scant stretch of fabric] in the bathroom… Where I see this:

Warning: Picture of colostomy bag in trash bellow. 

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Motor City: New Old Time Religion

Pure worldbuilding this time; it only even gets into Motor City itself in a DLC.

I’ve mentioned in the past that I was not impressed with how Fallout treated religion. The best was the Church of the Children of Atom, because it was an actual Wastelander religion, and it took the “worshipping an unexploded nuclear bomb” trope of post-apocalyptic fiction and played it with aplomb. Second place is the Reavers in Fallout Tactics, whose cringeworthy Usenet-humor tech-religion was at least built around the idea of something that made sense and said something about the world: technology destroyed the world, some people would regard the power of Technology with divine reverence. Third place is Mormonism in Honest Hearts, because while it didn’t belong there at least they put in effort. Dead last is a tie between the “non-demoninational church of all faiths” stuff in FO3/4 when they haven’t detailed more than one denomination and the “Tribals just act like Ignorant Savages and have random dumb-sounding shamanism, right?” from 2 and Tactics and a little bit of NV. 

It’s impossible to fix “non-denominational”, so let’s fix tribal religion. 

(long, religions, opopossums)

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anonymous asked:

Hi so I'm not sure if this has been discussed before, but one of the many million things that bothered me in the PoA movie is Hermione punching malfoy. In the book she slapped him. I know this seems nitpicky but it seems somehow a subtle hint at being 'one of the boys'. Though it's stupid for the two acts to be gendered per se, the way society sees it, slapping is more a feminine form of violence. I remember reading PoA as a ten-year old, and being heavily influenced by society's​ constructs of

(slap anon) society’s constructs of being a “girly girl”, I loved that Hermione somehow stayed a girl, and kind of maintained her femininity and still bitchslapped the hell out out of Malfoy. It bothers me that they changed the slap into a punch in the movie, just to feed into the ‘badass’ trope, because of course, you’re only badass if you fight like a boy. I’m not sure if I’ve put this across clearly, and I only recently realised why the punch bothered me even as a kid. Thoughts?             

This is very true and insightful.

I remember being a young teenager when first watching the movie. My mother protested the punch, and I didn’t - I thought it was cool, and didn’t understand that the ‘action hero’ punch was so different from a slap, and so unsuited to Hermione’s character.

Now I get it.


Together (Calum Hood Smut)

Warning: smut (duh) 

Word Count: 2,765

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No wonder it has taken me four years just to attend one high school party. This place was gross. The smell of alcohol and weed filled the air and, not to mention, sweat. It smelled worse than the boys’ locker room at school. How can people like this? It’s absolutely disgusting in here. Ew, what did I just step i-

I was pulled out of my thoughts by a hand on my shoulder.

“Hello, love. I don’t think I’ve seen you around before. You an underclassman?” His words were slurred and he smelt strongly of weed. I nodded to answer his question even though I was a senior. The only reason he had no idea who I was is because I would rather spend my time reading or playing my guitar than getting high and fawning over football players. I left him by the door, but he followed me towards the living room of the large house and continued to start conversations, despite my obvious disinterest. I continued to brush him off until he grabbed me by the waist and began grinding himself on me to the beat of the music. I was just about to tell him to fuck off when a low voice came up from behind me.

“Excuse me, mate. That’s my girl and I’d appreciate it if you’d back off.” I turned to find my best friend, Calum, bucking up to the large jock.

“Really? I think she can speak for herself. Is this your boyfriend, love?” He chuckled at the word boyfriend and I looked between him and Cal before nodding in an attempt to get him away from me. “You’re kidding right? I mean look at him and look at me.” He laughed and I nodded again, this time with more confidence.

“I try to stay away from guys who smell worse than gym socks and have to overcompensate for their small dicks by being one. Now fuck off while I go dance with a real man.” I gestured to Calum who was smiling like an idiot. He looked really offended walked away with his chest out, like his man card had just been confiscated. I turned to Cal and mouthed a ‘thank you’ over the loud music. He smiled and took my hand, leading me out of the huge house.

“That was fucking hilarious. He is never going to forget that.” Calum chuckled as we walked down the walk towards the street.

“Thanks for what you said though. I think it helped me figure out what to say.” I chuckled and Cal placed his arm around my shoulders.

“Yeah, I thought I was going to have to beat his ass.” He chuckled and bucked up his chest. I laughed and hit his shoulder.

“Why do football players have to be so hot, yet so asshole-y?” I threw my head back and groaned.

“Wait, you thought he was hot?” Cal looked at me in shock and shrugged my shoulders.

“He would have been if he wasn’t drunk off his ass and a dick.” I laughed and gave him the “duh” look.  

“So you would have hooked up with him if he wasn’t drunk?” He looked at me in surprise.

“Calum, you know I’m a virgin. I wouldn’t just give it up to some random guy I met at a party. You should know me better than that.” I rolled my eyes and continued to walk down to the street to my big, empty house. I wasn’t proud that I was a virgin at 18 years old. Hell, I had barely even kissed a guy before, let alone sex, but Calum was a virgin too and it didn’t seem to bother him one bit so I tried not to let it bother me. “Want to come in and watch some movies? Mom is out with some of her friends from work so I got the place to myself.”

“Sure. No chick flicks though.” He smiled before following me up the drive. As soon as we walked in the door, he took a seat on the couch as I fumbled around, looking for a movie to play. I settled on The Conjuring since it wasn’t too scary for me and it’s definitely not a chick flick. As the movie began to play, I could sense that Cal was a bit more uncomfortable than usual. He wasn’t cuddling up to me like he usually did or making snippy comments on how unbelievable the movie was.

“What’s on your mind, Cal?” I asked nonchalantly as I shoved some popcorn in my mouth.

“Do you ever think about losing your virginity? Like just to get it over with?” He asked bluntly and I almost choked.

“What do you mean? Just find some random guy to do it with?” I asked surprised and he shook his head.

“No, not some random guy. Like a guy friend who wants to lose his virginity too? Someone you have known your whole life and who you know loves you?” He was rambling now which means he was nervous.

“Calum, are you suggesting that we have sex?” I was bewildered by his suggestion. Not to say that I hadn’t thought about him in that way before, because I had. I mean, how could I not? He was absolutely fit and probably one of the nicest, most genuine guys I have ever met, but I never thought it was a possibility.

“Well yeah, I mean, we have known each other forever and we would be doing each other a favor…Nevermind it’s a dumb idea…” he trailed off and my mouth was open as I studied his face. Should I? Could I? I mean, it’s Calum. The kid I used to eat play-doh with when we were four and camp out in our living room when we were ten, but he was also Calum, probably the most attractive senior at our school. His tattoos and blond highlights in his hair made him even more desirable…it’s a wonder how he hadn’t lost his v-card yet. Shit, do I really want to do this?

“Yes.” I said plainly.

“Wait, what?” he asked shocked.

“Yes, I will have sex with you, or lose my virginity to you, or however I should say it. Yes.” I said again, not believing the words that were coming out of my own mouth. He sat there for a second, just looking at me. We both jumped when the woman in the movie screamed. Calum brushed it off and turned back to me.

“So, like, do you want to, um, do it now, or?” he stumbled over his words a bit and I really had to think about what I was going to say next.

“Yeah, that’s fine. I mean my mom won’t be home for another two or three hours so…” I said softly.  

“O-okay, um, how did you want to do this?” He asked me softly and I shrugged.

“Maybe we should, you know, go up to my room?” I whispered and he swallowed hard and nodded. I turned off the movie and grabbed his hand, dragging him up the stairs to my bedroom. I opened the door and gestured for him to go in before shutting and locking it behind me. He sat down on the bed and I plopped down next to him.

“So…” I asked trying to lift the awkwardness he was creating.

“Maybe I should kiss you now, or something.” He said quietly and I nodded before slowly leaning in. Our foreheads hit first before Cal brought a hand up to cup my cheek. “You sure? It was just an idea. We don’t have to if-”

“I want to Calum. I don’t know why I never thought of it. You are, honestly, the only person I can see myself doing this with.” I whispered and his cheeks flushed red before he connected our lips. His movements were soft and gentle like he didn’t want to do something that may make me change my mind, and honestly, nothing could have changed my mind.

His hands reached for my hips before he pushed me down and hovered over top of me. I laughed as his tall, awkward body tried to fit with my short figure, but somehow it worked. His lips began to travel down my neck and attached to my exposed collarbone. I let out a squeal as he began to nip and suck on it, leaving a dark purple mark behind.

“Guess that jerk will know you’re taken now.” He mumbled as his tongue traveled over the new bruise. His hands came up from my waist to cup my face and mine moved to the hem of his band shirt. “God, you’re so beautiful.” He sighed as I pulled his shirt up over his head. He leaned up and started to mess with the button on his skinny jeans, but I stopped him.

“No.” I said almost too eagerly. “Let me.” I flipped him onto his back and straddled his waist before shakily reaching for his pants. I placed a kiss on his lips, then his jaw line, then his neck, then his chest. I kissed all the way down his torso, and when I got to the waist band of his pants, I hooked my fingers in the belt loops and pulled them down his legs. He let out a groan when the material left his legs. His hands gripped my waist as I threw the jeans somewhere across the room. His calloused hands ran under my shirt, pulling it up. He stopped right under my bra covered breasts and looked up at me for approval. I just nodded and helped him pull it over my head.

“Y/n…” he whispered my name before reattaching our lips. I moved my hands to undo my bra and threw it to join the rest of the discarded clothing. Cal pulled away from me and his eyes wondered to my breasts. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and wrapped his hands around my back to keep me from falling. He kissed the valley between my breasts and moved over to lick and suck on my nipple. I let out a squeal and he chuckled against my skin. “This is better than I ever imagined.” His voice was low and raspy and my eyes moved to his chocolate brown ones. I sat up more and wiggled out of my yoga pants. His eyes grew wide again at the sight of my bright pink panties. While he was in his trance, I leaned forward and grabbed his face and brought his mouth to mine. I think that was the moment I figured it out. I am in love with my best friend. Head over heels, in fact.

“Calum?” I mumbled between kisses.

“What? Did I do someth-” He looked wordily into my eyes, but I pecked his lips softly.

“Take me Cal…” My hands rested on his bare chest and he lifted me up and flipped us so he could be on top. His doubt seemed to disappear at my words.

He hooked his fingers in my panties and pulled them down, exposing my wet arousal. I gasped at the sudden cold and Cal’s hand cupped my heat. “You have to tell me if it hurts, okay?” He looked back into my eyes and I nodded. His focus moved back to my naked core in front of him. “So wet for me, Y/n.” He smiled knowing it was all because of him. I raised my hips off the bed trying to get him to hurry up. He pulled his hand away from me only to slide one finger up my slit before dipping it into my core. I moaned and clenched my legs together at the uncomfortable feeling. It only hurt a little, but it was also only his finger. “You alright?” he asked and I nodded, ready to get passed the pain to the pleasure. He swiftly moved himself down so that his head was level with my womanhood. My breath hitched in my throat at the thought of what he was about to do. I wasn’t anticipating him to just dive in and start sucking at my clit, but he did, and I was a withering mess under him. My hands flew to his hair and pushed him hard against my entrance. I was shaking and moaning above him and that seemed to give him the confidence to reach up and take one of my breasts in his hand. I squeezed my thighs around his head and bucked my hips into his tongue. I whimpered when his lips pulled away from my heat. “You taste amazing Y/n.” He said and I moaned at the sight of him licking my arousal off his lips.

He got up to take off his boxers, and my eyes grew wide when I saw his erection standing at attention. He came back over to me and balanced himself on top of me. I found his lips again and I could taste myself on them. I ran my tongue across his bottom lip to distract him as my hand moved down to pump him slowly. I wasn’t too sure what I was doing, but I saw this in porn once. I must have done something right because he groaned into my mouth and pushed my hand away from him.

“You ready?” he kissed my lips lightly and cupped my cheek in his hand. I took in a deep breath and nodded before he slowly pushed into me. My hands grasped his shoulders tightly and I moaned into his neck. He was really big and there was a burning sensation deep inside me. My breathing picked up and Cal had a look of horror on his face. “Oh God, I’m hurting you.” He gasped and went to pull out, but I stopped him.

“Hey, I’m okay.” I lied, and kissed his perfect plump lips.

“It doesn’t hurt?” he asked confused.

“Well yes it hurts, but I’m okay. I want to do this.” I said more confidently. He sighed and leaned down to kiss my forehead.

“Alright, just tell me when you want me to move. Take your time.” He assured me and I nodded only taking a few minutes before telling him to move. The burning was still there, but the deeper he went, the better it felt. He was thrusting extremely slow and placing kisses all over my neck and face. “God, baby, you are so tight.” He moaned and my arms wrapped around his neck.

“Faster Calum!” I almost yelled and he grabbed my shoulders and started thrusting deep and fast. “Cal!” I was pulling on his hair and he was moaning into my neck.

“God, Y/n. You feel so good.” He whispered in my ear before delivering one particularly hard thrust that caused me to yell out.

“Calum, I’m close.” His hand reached between us and used one finger to massage my clit. My legs started to shake and I was clenching around him like crazy. With one final thrust, I was gone. I scratched down his back as I came and he kissed my lips to suppress the loud moans escaping my throat. He pulled out of me and pumped himself a few times before cumming on my stomach. He let out a few whimpers as he came down from his high and I held him until he calmed down.  “I love you so much Cal.” I whispered stroking his dark locks and he lifted himself up to lay next to me. My eyes shot open when I realized what I had just said. I was taken aback by his response.

“I love you too Y/n.” he pulled my face into his and kissed me again, but this time it was slow and passionate. I moaned into his mouth and wrapped my arms around his back to pull him into me. “So, how was it? I mean, for your first time?” he whispered into my neck and I could feel his smile on my skin.

“It was better than I could’ve ever hoped for, and it was with the only person I wanted.” I smiled and he moved his head up to look at me. I pecked his lips and his eyes lit up.

“Really?” he asked softly and I nodded.

“Calum, I meant what I said earlier. I think, I mean, I am in love with you.” I sighed and he smiled and kissed all over my face.

“I think I’ve always loved you.” He said softly. 

anonymous asked:

i had this feeling back then when hell broke out on tumblr when jack and ashi became a couple one of the reasons anti shippers disliked jashi his beard made him look like an old man when hes not and ashi's age is currently unknown it hasn't been confirm i assume that shes between 20 - 25 yrs old


What drove me crazy as a closeted shipper back then was how dadmurai Jack was the accepted and considered canon thing for a lot of peeps and it’s like um okay…yet somehow jashi was abusive pedophilic incest?????? HUH?! Why??! Is it because they’re both asian???! The infantilization of Ashi really creeped tf out of me. Sorry not sorry.

So, I’m getting into Private Practice, the spinoff from Grey’s Anatomy and I’m up to the season three episode “Parent Trap” in which Violet and Charlotte treat an Orthodox Jewish woman who doesn’t want to have any more children, and tell them that birth control is not an option.

Which means that in this universe, doctors have twice treated Orthodox Jewish patients and had them refuse “modern” treatments for religous reasons, even though those treatments are not against halachiac law. Orthodox Judaism prohibits barrier methods such as condoms, but allows for hormonal birth control such as the pill or an IUD. Interestingly enough, the reason for this, that the prohibition is against spilling the seed and hormonal birth control doesn’t involve that, is freaking brought up by Charlotte when the team consults with a Rabbi and the Rabbi disagrees with her!

The other time was in season one of Grey’s Anatomy, when Alex had his Orthodox Jewish girl who refuses to have a pig valve transplant, because she won’t put a treif animal in her body. This is so not Jewish law it isn’t even funny.

If my memory serves, there is only one other time a patient has been explicitly Jewish, the one where a thirteen year old boy wants breast reduction surgery, and his Judaism amounts to a passing reference to his bar mitzvah.

It just pisses me off so much. It’s not like these shows don’t have the budgets to just ask an Orthodox Jew what the halachiac view on birth control and pig valve transplants are. A simple google search would suffice. They are just assuming that all Orthodox Jews are backwards and irrational and then are too lazy to fucking check. Hell, in this episode of PP they couldn’t even bother to find out the correct pronunciation of Shimon.

I know Shonda Rhimes gets a lot of praise, but her track record with Jewish characters is fucking abyssmal.

Creepypasta #985: Why I Hate Kids

Length: Long

You like kids? Be honest. Because I don’t. Oh sure, babies are cute, as long as I don’t have to take care of them. But once they’re old enough to make smartass comments, they bother me.

Take the gang of brats outside right now. There are six of them, all about five years old, all of them snot-nosed and obnoxious. The courtyard is supposed to be for the entire apartment complex, but they’ve taken the whole thing over. I couldn’t even barbecue last weekend without them bugging me. I eventually told them to shut the hell up. One of them cried, and another of the little shits wiggled his butt at me. He’s lucky I didn’t chuck a plate at him.

You’d think their parents would have yelled at them for bothering the neighbors, but nope. Today they’re out there talking to a teddy bear. They’ve got him elevated on a pile of boxes. I guess he’s King Teddy? At least they’re being quiet for the moment. Maybe I can actually get some work done.

Yes, work. Something those kids have no concept of. When I was their age, I was already doing deals. Ten Transformers for a scooter. Three Pokemon cards for a pizza. Whatever the product, I could sell it, and still can.

The secret is to convince people that they can’t live without it. That was true for toys and it’s even more true for housing. For instance, today I’m calling a prospective buyer about a house I’m brokering on the East Side. It’s a bit out of his price range (he and his wife just had a kid), but all I need to do is bend the truth a little and he’ll sign the papers.

What’s that, you say? I’m a liar? You should understand that “lies” in the sales world are really just another form of negotiation. When I tell him that he can afford the home even after the interest rate adjusts in year five, that’s not a lie, because I use the word “can.” He’s perfectly capable of making more money; who am I to limit his earning power?

But right as I’m about to make the call, the racket starts up. I walk over to the back window. The little runts are banging away with hammer and nails.

“Hey! What the hell you think you’re doing?”

One of the twerps, this curly-haired boy with a Batman shirt, says, “We’re building something top secret!”

“Yeah and you can’t see it,” says a redhead girl, “so go away!”

“Listen to me, you little turds! I can have your families evicted if you don’t shut up!”

“We’re sorry,” says a chubby kid. “We’ll be more careful. I’m Richard, by the way.”

Wow, one of them has manners? This is new. Maybe they’re not all scumbags, after all. “Apology accepted. Thank you, Richard. Please keep a close eye on your less well-mannered friends.” I slam the window closed and go back to work.

And what do you know: I seal the deal. Those little brats might actually be good luck. After just half an hour of haggling, I got the guy to commit to a long-term financing deal. I hang up and text the bros for an epic weekend barbecue.

If the league of snot machines wants to get in our way, so be it. I will give full permission to my partying brethren to kick any troublesome schoolkid right in the ass. I decide to spy on them some more to make sure they’re not screwing up my deck chair.

What do you know – they’re screwing up my deck chair. I run downstairs and lay into them: “Now what the hell is this? You’re nailing boards to my furniture?”

“It’s just temporary,” says Richard.

“Nails? Nails aren’t temporary, bro. Your parents will have to pay for this.”

“Maybe we can pay for it,” he says. “How do you know we don’t have jobs?”

I knew it. Even the one kid who I thought was OK turns out to be a smartass.

“We got more than jobs,” says the redhead girl, “We got rules, and we got ways to keep em.”

“Ain’t that right, Teddy,” says Batman shirt. The teddy bear he referred to sat in my deck chair.

“I think we’re ready,” says Richard. He gives a signal and the rest of the kids tilt the chair back. Some of the other kids have what looks like a stop sign on a pole.

“Oh you’re stealing traffic signs?” I say. “Now you’re definitely getting evicted.”

But they ignore me. They’re too busy building their stupid little fort or whatever it is. I watch, amused. as Richard positions the teddy bear’s neck right underneath the stop sign. The sign has scuff marks all over it from them sharpening the edges. It drops down and cuts the teddy bear’s head off.

I laugh as tufts of cotton fly everywhere. “Holy shit! I have to admit, that’s pretty funny. So not only do you destroy other people’s property, you’re making dangerous weapons.”

“It’s not a weapon,” says Batman shirt. “It’s a gee-ya-teen.”

“Oh is it. Well isn’t that adorable. So tell me, what did Mr. Bear do to deserve the death penalty?”

“Death penalty?” says Richard. He laughs, and the other kids follow suit. “We can’t kill teddy. He’s just a stuffed animal.”

“Yeah,” says another kid with huge glasses and buckteeth. “He’s just helping us.”

“Oh?” I say, and laugh again just at the sight of this kid. “What’s he helping you with?”

“He’s helping us make sure it works,” he says, and I feel the hard whack of a baseball bat on the back of my head.

Now I’m here in this closet. I had a pen in my pocket and I found an envelope on the ground. Hopefully someone sees this in time. If you’re reading this, please send help to 817 Westerberg Lane.

Credits to: finewiththefog

You stood with your arms crossed over your chest. Your weight was shifted to one side of your body and you impatiently tapped your black heels on the oak hardwood floor. You stared narrowly and silently at the Winchester brothers with your dark lipstick painted mouth in a pout. The boys and the old man set you up, You were waiting for your lover Crowley at a hotel when they cleverly captured you and took you back to Bobby’s home for interrogation. 

 “So, you just gunna stand there and look pretty, or are ya’ gunna talk, missy?” Bobby asked, his low grumbling voice breaking the silence. You rolled your eyes and sighed, dropping your arms to your sides. 

You walked around inside your Devils trap. The three men didn’t have time to strap you down in a chair, by the time you were in their trap you were awake and furious. 

“You know Crowley will be here any moment now, right? I’m surprised you idiots got this far. Bravo.” You winked playfully. 

You never once took your now black eyes off of the boys, you carefully watched every move they made. they watched you just as closely. 

 "Yeah, we know. So you better start talking!“ Dean shouted, annoyed. You noticed Dean quickly walk over to an orange cushioned love seat. 

There was an old book sitting atop one of the cushion. Dean opened the book and flipped a few pages. 

 "Don’t even bother. You can’t send me back to Hell, Dean. You’re going to need my bones to get rid of me, just like you need Crowley’s. And there is no way in Hell I am going to tell you where his bones are. You thought you could torture it out of me” You laughed “Threaten me back to Hell with your magic book. Please.” You finished.

 Bobby, Dean and Sam all looked at one another, slightly defeated. They had no idea you weren’t like the other Demons. 

 "Wait so you’re telling me, the only way to get rid of your ass is to torch your bones to?“ Dean asked. 

 "Thats what I’m telling you.” You replied with a smirk. 

You looked over at Sam and noticed him inch closer in his seat, he had a sudden look of interest. 

 "Y/N.“ Sam paused. You gave him your full attention. He cleared his throat. “So how long have you known Crowley for. I mean how long have you been his…” Sam trailed off. You finished the sentence. 

 "Lover? Queen of Hell? Is this what you really brought me here for? For a damn couples Q&A.“ You scoffed, crossing your arms in front of your chest once again.

 "It’s just a question.” Sam quickly replied. You licked your lips, and opened your mouth, ready to answer until a familiar gravelly British accent cut in and silenced you before you could say anything.

 “She’s been by my side since the very beginning… Hello boys.” Crowley paused, he let his eyes explore your body, he was looking for any signs of blood, cuts or burns. But you looked unharmed. 

 “Are you alright my love?” Crowley asked with concern. You nodded your head. 

 “I’m fine.” You answered.

 The three men were cautious now, they scrambled together and pulled out any weapons they had on their person, defending themselves from whatever tricks Crowley had up his sleeves. You gave him a small smile, assuring him that you were okay. You noticed the seriousness of Crowley’s expression, he was livid. 

“Why don’t you three pull up a chair I have a little story to tell you.” Crowley paused. Sam, Dean and Bobby didn’t move from their spots.

 “Y/N was sent to Hell not long after myself. Just like you Dean, I was ordered to torture every damned soul that entered Hell, I complied, until it was Y/N turn to be punished.” Crowley turned to you, he noticed your Y/E/C eyes turned glossy, and you were holding yourself back from tears at the tragic though of how you two met.

 Crowley walked towards the Devils trap before he continued his story. He flicked his hand, causing a crack to form in the hardwood, breaking the Devils trap so you were now free. He turned his attention back to the boys. 

 "She stood there in front of me, slumped over and hopeless. Her arms chained high above her heard. She was beautiful, even in her weakened state,“ Crowley took your hand and guided you out of the trap.

 "She just hung from those chains, she didn’t struggle, she didn’t plead for mercy. She just waited for her punishment. I couldn’t do it, I couldn’t hurt her. So instead, against my commanders orders, I cared for her and asked her how someone like her ended up in the pit.” Crowley’s voice became louder and angrier as he told more of the story. You squeezed his hand, and gently rubbed the back of his hand with your thumb to comfort him. 

 "I made a deal, just as Crowley had.“ You finished. You didn’t want Crowley to divulge anymore of your painful memory to the Winchester brother’s and Bobby. 

You did make a deal just as Crowley had. While you were human you were broken, lost and unloved. You were an orphan. For years you were alone on your own, unwanted and uncared for. The day your parents died you felt dead inside. You wanted your parents back alive more then anything. so after you made a deal with a Demon to bring your parents back from the dead you were dragged away from your family ten years later down to the depths of Hell. Whilst you and Crowley served each others time in Hell, you were there to care and love one another. He had been there for you since day one.

 "Wow.” Sam whispered to himself. Crowley took you towards the front door of the house, you were both ready to leave. But before you left, Crowley stopped and said something. 

 "So you see, Y/N means everything to me. If you touch her, if you even so much as think about harming her!“ Crowley yelled. “I swear, I will tear your fricken hearts out! What you did tonight was not acceptable, boys. Next time I wont be so merciful. Do you understand me?” Crowley finished, trying to calm himself down a little.

"Yeah, yeah. We get it. You’ll kill us,“ Dean answered, putting his knife away. “Why’d you tell us about your time in the pit with Y/N?” Dean calmly asked.

 Crowley looked down at his shoes and then looked to you. You gave him a gentle smile.

 “Because I want you to realize how much I love her. And how much you will pay if she is hurt or killed because of you morons.” Crowley responded. 

Ignoring the boys in-front of him he took your chin in between his two fingers and planted a kiss on your full lips. Bobby, Sam and Dean watched awkwardly as the two of you continued to exchange passionate kisses. When the two of you heard Dean clear his throat you stopped.

“Jesus, get a room you two.” Dean spat in disgust, shielding his eyes. You smirked and winked at the boys before Crowley took your hand again. 

 "Good idea, Squirrel. Come darling.” Crowley smiled to you. He was relieved to have you back safely by his side. 

 “Yes, my King. See you later boys.” You giggled with a wave as you followed Crowley out of Bobby’s home.

Originally posted by februarrry13

Originally posted by amor-deliriia-nervosa



You’re not going to BELIEVE what happen to me this evening! I was outside minding my very own business relaxing out back in the sauna. My back had been bothering me earlier from standing on my feet all day at the store. I caught a wif of a foul smell and realized that racoons had gotten in the outdoor bin…again… I emerged from the water and went over to pickup the remnants of the rubbish. Problem is, when I bent down I thought my back went out. ”I’m getting old”, I thought. I felt very stiff and was unable to move.

I got very dizzy and fell into a trans. “What the hell? Did I get bit by one of the racoons unbeknownst to me? Do I have rabies? Is there a doctor in the neighborhood? Oh God, someone call my husband and tell him to come home quick! Matter of fact, someone send for help.” More thoughts triggered through my mind in a flash than through my entire life.

Suddenly, a bright ray of light peeked through my pupils. As I couldn’t open my eyes. “This is it for me, this is where my story ends, I am going to die.” Instantly, I dropped to the ground like concrete weights. I looked to the sky and saw this unidentified flying object bursting through the air like a shooting star. “Holy Heavens Bonnie, I did NOT just see that.” I feel strange. Yet, I won’t dare tell a soul.

qwertyuiopasdfghjklzxcvbnm….“Dessert anyone?”