the third one is me all the time

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The first one it’s when I had 11 or 12 years old (2008 or 2007 I don’t remember well), the second is when I had 20 years old and the third (the present one) I did it with 21 years old (almost 22).

When people ask me “How are you so good?” or say things like, “Meh, simple, she’s just good doing that stuff” I just say “practic”. It can sound simple and maybe a little listless for some people, but this kind of stuff, the work and growing of an artist takes time and it’s a whole process.

Sometimes I forget about that and I get frustated with my work, that it doesn’t get better so fast as I want. It’s easy forget it, but we have to learn and take in mind that we always grow, maybe in diferent periods of time, but we all do it, we all can do it.

twilight4701  asked:

You are what I aspire to be and I just wanted to say I loveeeeee your account and your one of my faves 💖💖

Okay, first of all, I had to stop writing my short story because that is so sweet. Like can I give you a virtual hug right now? 

And second of all, you don’t have to aspire to be me, you’re probably like 10 times the person I am (because I’m a mess tbfh) and third can I say THANK YOU, seriously ❤❤❤❤ You just made my day! 

one time i stole a joke from the previous night’s episode of the backyardigans in third grade and some other kid fucking caught me and he was all “oh so you still watch the backyardigans huh.” it ruined my life and but the thing is how the fuck did he know without also having seen the previous episode of the backyardigans? i will forever regret not calling him out on his hypocrisy and i hope that kid is in jail now

Went and saw Beauty and the Beast, and I just had to share my experience because it was so pure?

So, like, I get into the theater, find myself a nice spot smack dab midscreen, which is WAY EASIER without thirty people traipsing in behind you in a group, lemme tell you, and I’m just sitting there, by my lonesome, scrolling tumblr and watching whatever weird stuff they’ve got on screen, and a family comes to sit in my row, which was the only empty one not right in front of the screen. Sat down what I thought was a seat away from me until I saw a little girl in an adorable ass red dress climbing over mom and dad to sit next to me. 

Totally fine. I was just off of center and they got to sit right in the middle of the screen, and when she finally gets settled this little girl looks up at me, with a soda half her size in one hand, and somehow both popcorn and candy in her tiny little lap, and she stage whispers to her mom:

“She’s by herself!”

Mom looks embarrassed, but I smile and wave off the apology. 

I go back to my phone, only to realize someone is tugging at my sleeve. Little girl looks up at me, all wide eyes and curiosity, and holds out a napkin filled with popcorn and chocolate. Like, I remember being a kid, and I remember how important candy and popcorn at the theater are, and I think she thought she was saving my life by offering this sustenance.

I almost fucking cried guys, kids are the best.

So I take it and thank her and let her talk my ear off for a few minutes until she needs a drink because she has been talking SO MUCH her mouth is dry. This kid is going places, guys, I’m telling you right now, because she picked up that cup the size of her torso like a champ and angled the straw just right and continued to try to talk to me around her gulps.

While this is happening, on the other side of me another mom and daughter sat down, and, turns out, the girls know each other. I’m guessing, based on the gumption of Red Dress, that they probably met in the lobby before they went into the theater. 

Girl number 2, I’ll call her Princess Dress, because it was a fantastic dress and when I told her so she proceeded to point to every princess along the neck and name them and give me their Stats, proceeds to have a conversation across me with Red Dress.

Both sets of parents were looking like they wanted to bury their heads in their hands, but I was having a blast.

Anyway, eventually lights go down, we get into the movie, and for the most part Red and Princess were content, although every so often Red made sure to pass me a handful of sticky half-melted chocolate. 

Watching a live action version of a movie that I watched for the first time when I was their age was a fuckin’ trip, man. Like. I got super emotional over things I didn’t expect to, and during the wolf scenes I was actually mildly distressed, because Princess was gripping the hand rest so hard on my right I thought she was gonna break it. Any scene I laughed or snorted at got a peal of laughter from my two new best friends, so hopefully no one has to go home and explain why I nearly snorted out my drink during “Be Our Guest” when they went for a visual gag for “After all miss, this is France!”.

During the ballroom scene, Red turned to her mom and whispered “The Beast is handsome!” and it took so much for me not to lean over and whisper back “Girl same.”

But my favorite, MY VERY FAVORITE part of this whole experience was when Gaston shot the Beast - FOR THE THIRD TIME HOLY HELL I KNEW IT WAS DARK BUT GODDAMN THIS IS A KIDS MOVIE ISN’T IT - Red patted my arm because yeah, okay, I was maybe crying a little, look, I know what happens but the movie made me feel things okay. Anyway, she like, pushes herself up in her seat and leans in close and she goes “It’s okay. He’s gonna be okay.”

The point is, children are so pure, and everyone should always watch movies with strangers.

anonymous asked:

I need the story of the Underground Shakespearian Ring

Okay, so the school I went to for 9th grade had this really bizarre grading setup that I still don’t understand- for some reason, instead of the teachers writing up and grading tests and exams and the like, all the work was sent to an unknown third party for them to grade??? It made no sense.

Now, for the most part, the school had decent teachers, and they would just teach the curriculum correctly and then you wouldn’t run into problems with the grading. My English teacher was not one of those teachers.

So like, she hated me pretty early on- she was my homeroom teacher and thought it was disrespectful that I slept in homeroom in the mornings (I was on sleeping pills and they never wore off completely until around 10am), I never had the vocab homework in on time (someone kept breaking into my locker and stealing my vocab books I had to buy a new one like five times), she thought it was “inherently pessimistic and stuck up” when she caught me reading a book called ‘Ninth Grade Slays’ (it was about vampires, not her?), and during our Greek Mythology unit I kept correcting her about the name pronunciations of the gods (she pronounced Hephaestus as Hepatitis one time holy shit). 

Anyway, her feelings on me aside, her teaching skills were shoddy at best. But I had had way worse teachers, so had the rest of the class, and Greek myths are pretty straight-up in what’s going on, so no one really had trouble with the third-party tests.

Then we get to the Romeo and Juliet unit.

Now, fun fact: Shakespeare has always come pretty easily to me. Like, to the point where I sometimes forget/fail to understand that other people have an incredibly hard time translating his works. (I told this whole story to my friends in the school I went to for 10th/11th/12th grade and when the drama department put on ‘Midsummers Night Dream’ one year, more than half the cast tried to get me to translate their scripts and monologues for them lmao).

So, anyway, I’m just a girl, reading Romeo and Juliet and digging how it’s going…and then the teacher starts ‘translating’ it.

Um.

I cannot sift through all the bullshit this woman was spewing, but let’s just say that my favorite part is during Romeo’s spew about Rosaline, there’s one part where he says something like ‘with cupid’s arrow/she hath diane’s will’, and the teacher was taking this to mean Rosaline was a Super Lesbian who was breaking the law or something and running away with her lover Diane, which would be a rad storyline, sure, but like…I’m just raising my hand like “Um Ma’am, Diana is the Roman goddess of chastity. What Romeo meant is that she told him she’s sworn off love and is probably becoming a nun?” and this woman just got. So angry. Like, excuse me, you are a student, you’re here to learn, so you clearly don’t know anything about this (I read Romeo and Juliet for the first time in like preschool whoops). Anyway, she continues on making up her own plot to the play, and I…well I was basically Hermione Fucking Granger at this point I couldn’t just sit there and listen to someone be this wrong about something omfg??? She just got angrier and angrier and stopped calling on me after a while.

So for a couple lessons I’m just left to seethe quietly, but one day after class this girl I knew since grade school came up to me and was like “Could you…? Tell me what the hell we’re supposed to be learning?” and I didn’t even like her but I liked the validation of being someone’s Chosen Teacher so I wrote out a summary for her of everything we had covered so far so she could actually write a comprehendible essay for our homework that night.

But THEN the during the class when we got our essays back, she made a HUGE DEAL, like ‘oh Molly, it wasn’t bad enough that you’ve been failing this course material, now you have to drag your friends into it by trying to re-write the play?’ (l m a o). Like this bitch had literally tried to fight me on ‘Paris is the guy Juliet’s father wants her to marry’ and she didn’t even put a grade on my essay where I said the play only ended in tragedy because of how young and naïve the kids were, that if they had taken a breather and thought things through it probably would’ve been fine (it was a damn good essay and I stand by it). But anyway, she’s trying to make me out to my classmate’s as someone who’s trying to sabotage their education for laughs.

This backfired on her.

See, it dawned on people one by one, that she was only teaching the wrong material -> so they wouldn’t know the right material -> so when they eventually would take the exams they would only have her crazy answers -> which the third party graders wouldn’t know about -> everyone fails this course that’s like half the overall grade of the year.

Most students consider that a problem.

So suddenly the class has decided I’m the fucking Shakespeare Whisperer or something, and one by one start begging me for help. At first I was confused, because as I said, it’s so easy for me that I didn’t realize literally the entire class was lost out of their asses here. omfg. So I was really getting hassled here but I didn’t want my entire class to fail you know???? So I started meeting with people during study halls or texting them after school so they knew what was going on. And then they started telling people in this teacher’s other classes, including upperclassmen who were lost as fuck, so this was quickly spiraling out of control on my end, but overall people were really starting to understand the plays better!! So I was feeling really great.

But then, the teacher noticed that none of the homework getting handed in to her matched up with her crazy translations, and knew I was the sole person to blame (naturally). She literally tried to get me suspended over this, she went to the school’s disciplinarian!

Note: This guy, Mr. C, knew I was a God damn angel- my science class was off the charts, inappropriately awful, so every time one of our science teacher’s wanted to give the entire class detention, instead of calling Mr. C up to the class room as was the rule, they’d send me down to get him so he’d know to write up every student except for me. So when my English teacher dragged me in there he was looking her like “What on Earth could this girl have possibly done to piss you off?” 😂😂

And when she explained he looked at her for a very long moment, glanced at me with a signature ‘Office’ Reaction Face™ , turned back to her and was like “You want her suspended…for starting a study group?” and I was CHOKING.

So that really pissed her off and they started fighting and this was a very overworked and Done man so at some point he gave up and was like “I’m not suspending her but fine we can put a ban on the study group if you leave my office” omfg. So all the other students get notified and now they’re back to freaking out about the upcoming exams.

So like two days later, I’m at lunch, complaining about this to one of my friends who had a different English teacher and thus no problem, and I’m on this whole angry rant (Because I’m pissed, a bunch of kid’s grades are gonna get fucked up because of this! They just wanted to do well! I just wanted to help them!) and my friends staring at me quietly the whole time and when I finish I’m like “What?” and she’s just like “…Molly did you literally start up Dumbledore’s Army in our fucking school?” and I died on scene.

But then I started thinking about the comparison and I was like? You know fucking what? If Harry Potter can get those kids to pass their fucking DADA test I can help kids pass their fucking English Exam. Bring it the fuck on, Umbridge.

So I started Spreading The Word that anyone who needs help with their Shakespeare course can still get help, we just all need to meet up once to hash out the details. After some back and forth notes and deliberations, we ended up meeting in the school library, which was hilarious for a few reasons:

1) It was directly across the hall from this teacher’s classroom.

2) It was actually a converted janitors closet, way smaller than all the other classrooms, and there were like 50 people shoved in there; Not exactly an ideal Room of Requirement

3) The library carried no Shakespeare texts, but had the entire Harry Potter series on display to see when you first walked in

But anyway, despite the fact that we were literally three feet away from her door while we were doing this, our teacher was none the wiser of the meeting. We worked out a game plan- everyone writes out bullshit essays that align with what the teacher’s expecting. After she grades those and gives them back, they get them to me- slipping them in my locker, handing it to me discreetly in the halls or in another class, what have you. I then try to power through the dizzying amount of confusion radiating out of the teacher’s mouth and onto these papers, and more or less write out better translation of what was going on in whatever scene they covered, what the highlights they needed to know were, stuff like that, and then slip it back to them in similar discreet fashion (so the teacher/disciplinarian wouldn’t see me and get suspicious ; also because I was like 15 and wanted to feel like a super cool secret agent). They would then keep my copies and use them as study guides for the upcoming exams, where they would then answer all the questions correctly, the way the third party graders would mark correctly, and pass the exams + the bullshit essays would get them high marks in the teacher’s homework grades. The teacher never caught on to what was happening, just thought her students finally started paying attention to her.

All in all, it was a complicated mess, but it fucking worked. I don’t think anyone failed their exams that year. Will I ever be cooler? No. I think I fucking peaked when I was 15.

An incomplete list of the different answers Andrew has given reporters when they have asked why he and his ex-teammate turned rival Neil wear matching armbands:

  • “Kevin’s marking his new exclusive court team with the armbands. So far we’re the only ones picked.”
  • “It only took a few months of knowing him to know he was going to be my mortal enemy, so I marked him with the armbands so everyone would know.”
  • “Neil Josten is a copycat piece of shit with no sense of personal style.”
  • “We’ve been together since university. We secretly live together. We own cats. It’s disgusting.”
  • “The armbands are how Wymack marked the worst troublemakers on his team. Neil was so awful no one managed to rank after him.”
  • “Neil lost a bet and has to wear those armbands for ten years.”
  • “They’re to hide our matching sleeve tattoos from a drunken night his freshman year.”
  • “I forgot about his birthday and had an extra pair lying around so I used them as a shitty present. He’s been wearing them for years. Pathetic.”
  • “What armbands? I have never seen him wear armbands.”
  • “Wymack marked his best players with them. What a shame his own son didn’t earn any. Kevin cried the day Neil got his.”
  • “Which one’s Neil again? Is he that really tall dealer? No? Then who am I thinking of?”
  • “Nicky gave us the same gifts every year because apparently ‘we are impossible to shop for’.”
  • “Wymack marked the players that smoke with armbands ‘as black as our lungs are going to turn’ to try to shame us into quitting.”
  • “They used to be friendship bracelets, but now they mark my burning hatred for him.”
  • “Neil Josten changes his appearance so suddenly and extremely, we had to mark him so we would recognize him when he showed up to practice. I guess he got used to wearing them.”
  • “Neil’s so pale if his arms see direct sunlight, he gets third degree burns. No one knows why. It’s just his arms. Doctors are stumped.”
  • “He stole them from me years ago and wears them at all times to taunt me. And so that I can’t steal them back.”
  • “He hides knives in them. He’s a real danger to himself and everyone around him. I can’t believe no one’s stopped him yet.”

No one fully believes any of the answers and they’re all taken as sarcastic.

#SelfLoveSunday

16 Daily Self-Care Affirmations For Your Healing Journey.

1. I am in the process of healing.

2. I am not what others think or say about me.

3. I am not my body, but it is my home while I’m here on Earth.

4. I am aligning my thoughts with positivity.

5. Everything that’s happened up until now has been necessary to make me who I am today.

6. I choose to focus on everything I’m grateful for.

7. Life doesn’t happen to me, it happens for me - everything is a gift.

8. I am not living to serve others.

9. I am the first priority in my life.

10. I chose to make the decisions that serve and fulfil me regardless of how difficult they might be.

11. I create the reality I experience with the thoughts that dominate my mind.

12. I create my thoughts with what I choose to do & who I spend my time with.

13. I create my feelings with what I choose to do & who I spend my time with.

14. No one can make me do or feel anything without my permission.

15. I trust my intuition and allow it to guide me through this journey.

16. I love myself & am in the process of manifesting good mental health.

Time heals all wounds, self-care makes the time bearable. 

Peace & positive vibes.

CRYPTOCRACY MASTER POST

Cryptocracy is the best scifi action-comedy about gay space pirates battling both Earth Fascism and Space Fascism you’ll read all week!! You can trust me on that, I wrote the damn thing!!

Whether you’re reading for the first time or engaging in a long overdue reread, I decided it would be to everyone’s benefit to have a one-stop shop for all chapters of the book!! This is the entire book, and as always, it is provided for free at no cost to you!! Please read this book, and don’t forget to share this post with your friends!!

Let’s start it off with the one and only, the canon pairing of a sad sk8er boi and his tiny baker: Jack Zimmerman/Eric “Bitty” Bittle!

Ice Crew Please!

THE FIC THAT CHANGED E V E R Y T H I N G u don’t even KNOW oh my god

u read this and u r like: “ice crew au…?? wut” but U GUYS. READ IT.

I AM. BEGGING U. its so fucking funny but also so fucking meaningful and abt CREATING A Fa mILY !!!! and LoVe!!!! and frieNDShIP!!!

p.s i don’t want to spoil it but if u read it message me and ill talk to u abt the part that made me cry like actual tears bc thank god for friendships and acknowledging that shit is hard

the messes of men

this was… in it’s own way.. a hard fic to read (which makes it the best fic to read! pain! i love it! help me!) it’s very very very beautifully written and i hold it very close to my heart….how it portrays jack by himself and how hard it must’ve been…it also manages to weave in how mental illness plays its own role, even once you get together with the person you’re pretty sure is it for you. somewhat painful but cathartic and achingly tender.

until it got the best of you

umm bitty has a big dick. that’s it.

BUT then there’s feelings! and angst! and misunderstanding! (the best type too! u know when one is like so crazily in love with the other and thinks its shockingly obvious but surprise, it’s not!) it’s just fantastic!

i never saw the signs

imagine a world where jack jumping over the snowbank, bringing bitty coffee, going on long walks classifies (in jack’s mind) as dating. so when bitty gets asked out, jack cannot believe the b e t r ay a l! we’re dating bitty! just read this and be happy :)

left the city, my family, my precinct

oh my goodness this fic.

jack accidentally sends bittle a dick pick.

:0  ;)  <3 ___ <3 = summary of the fic

mixing it up

this is just….so cute?!??!?! and funny?!??! and 1!!!!!

bitty is contestant at a baking tournament for the falconers where jack and tater are the judges. at least, thats where it starts off.

tater is fucking hILARIOUS this fic in general made me laugh a lot.

strawberry

if u about that dom/sub life well…….just know that eric pins jacks hands to the bed and there’s v intense blushing that boi turns red like a tomato and i live 4 it.

eric is a tad too southern for me but it’s the only thing this fic doesn’t do perfectly :))))

something like this

considering how popular this fic is it actually sat open in a tab for a looong loooooong time just bc…well… it’s 285,748 words. im an all or nothing girl as in i once read the entire maze runner trilogy in one night so i had to find the right time

first of all: angst. second of all: angst. third of all: ….. u guessed it… angst. BUT don’t worry, for every drop of angst there’s a metro-fucking-ton of smut and sweetness :)))) ;))) what this fic does brilliantly is create an OMC that is at the forefront of the story and do it seamlessly. this is a pretty iconic fic and tbh im definitely not one for fics longer than 100k but this was a fuckin’ beaut man

rake the springtime across your sheets

oh god this was P A I N F U L but in a very beautiful way??? (that’s how u know the writing was siCK) ambiguously happy ending but tbh in the end this fic is really just abt the unspoken quiet truth of being in love, of loving, of being human just lke Fffffffuck me up

Phone, Please!

listen. i’m not a fluff person. idk i get bored. BUT. BUUUUUT. BUT. this fic.

AMAZING. this fic is all about the details and the little moments that make Bitty and Jack  ~*BittyandJack*~

Bonus favorite line: “Thank god there are pancakes to serve. Pancakes are also very nice, and something he can actually have.”

Winter Clothes

Chowder POV so this is both hiLARIOUS and surprisingly touching. Jack and Bitty help Chowder buy clothes for New England winter. As a person living in New England, I approve this message.

WIPS: *Hate That I Love You plays in the background*

medic, please!

so if u ever played world of warcraft u r gonna love it and if you’ve never played world of warcraft u r gonna love it

this fic is just SO CREATIVE?!?!! like the format of it is B O M B. its just. so good. oh ym god.

(also the name is “medic please!” get it? cuz eric’s a medic in the game.? and check..PLEASE! ugh I’m a nerd 4 this pic

Fainting Psychics and Pessimistic Demonologists

ghostbusters au except not bc copyright

at first i was like…ghost hunters au?? rlly? but now I’m like GHOST HUNTERS AU? B R I L L I A N T.

characters are on point, its funny (an actual line of the fic “Jack sat down at his computer, pulled open a tab, and googled “How to encourage a teammate”. lmao what a mess)

but also theres some mystery and intrigue and suspense and in general this is a Good.

baking is punk as fuck

this is another AU that i was like…punk band u ….rlly? but then i was like PUNK BAND AU FUCK YEAH im a sucker for asshole Jack. i’m not even into punk?? but im into this fic U ___ U

This Don’t Even Feel Like Falling

filed under “praise kink mmmm”

honestly? porn..? “Bitty is the one to tie Jack’s hands for Hazeapalooza; afterward, he ties Jack’s hands for their own private enjoyment. “ like?? I’m not sorry.

but also not established relationship more like fwb but u know and i know and ngozi knows that ain’t the game we’re playing here

around the green and blue

not usually a big fan of soulmate aus but what i love about this fic is the pacing and even tho soulmate aus where seeing your soulmate = seeing color for the first time isn’t totally new this felt super fresh and original!

shine for you

aw MAN this gave me the feeeeeels. established relationship but jack is not out, it’s a bit angsty but the jack perspective is just so gooood

EXTRA: It all started with a big Russian hockey player calling a small cat-loving hockey player a rat. You either h8 it or u luv it. In my case, I Love it, capital L, so enjoy: Alexei “Tater” Mashkov/Kent Parson

careful the tale you tell

Kent has been telling himself a story, ever since the Q. It’s the epic story of Parse and Zimms, and he’s in love with it. // this fic is specifically meant for patater newbies and this fic does an amazing job of showing why kent and alexei just make sense. its honestly a Blessing.

kick on the starter

lmao im gonna be 90 years old and still reccing Febricant’s fics…for real when i saw they wrote patater i was like…no..im dreaMing…or im dead? is . is heaven?? rlly unique approach to how she gets them together and gr8 build up :)))) Bless Febricant

i need to wake up, i need me some love…

honestly? shameless fluff. established relationship (they’re ENGAGED FOR GOD’S SAKE) short but Good

Rec List

hello loves! so in honor of getting to 2,000 followers, i thought that i would give out a list of writers i love. i haven’t done this often, usually just a quick post about a writer’s work, but this time i’m doing my full list of everyone i love, and will add to it when i find some! also, send me in writer’s that you guys love so that i can read them too!

quick thing: you have probably read all of these writer’s work because they are amazing but if you haven’t, then get to there page ASAP!  

@roseonhissleeve (first person i followed and her series are keeping me up at night, i love them)

@harrysanchortat (HAVE YOU READ ANYTHING BY HER?! SHES AMAZING NO MATTER WHAT PIECE)

@4everinsane (so much to choose from on her list, you can’t go wrong with anything)

@stylishmuser (ummm the ‘both of you’ series?? she killed me!)

@inwhichitrytowritesomething (best smut writer, hands down)

@harrysofluffy (her memes of harry are so good, just binge them)

@hardliquorhaz (’SHAKESPEARE’ WAS A MASTERPIECE)

@ever-since-kiwi (been following her since her third post and they are getting better and better)

@canistay-haz (lord her smut is amazing)

@domestic-styles (i recommend her all the time, go read ‘The Preschool Teacher’ now)

@harry-writings (shes the best angst wrtier, and when i found out she followed me, i screamed i was so happy)

@iwriteforharry (shes not afraid to write sad shit and she makes me cry all the time, truly amazing)

@oh-styles (four. words. ‘something about a feeling’. go look now.)

@iloveyouhaz (her concepts are everything)

@wishful-thinking1201 (one of my first followers and she writes so well, go read her ‘Stranded’ imagine, it’s my favorite)

@kasiwrites (SMUT! SMUT! SMUT!)

@pendantstyles (her short blurbs are good antidotes to read throughout my day, they lift my mood or keep me on the edge of my seat wondering what is happening next)

@inkslingerharry (my one true love, fascinating writer)

@carolina-kiwi (she has an album collection series that is to die for)

@littledreamybeth (just posted a marcel imagine, ANGST SO GOOD)

@trulymadlysydney (once again, SMUT! SO! GOOD!)

@carmineharry (if you crave an alex imagine, shes your girl)

@harryimaginedstories (one of my biggest supporters, and has a huge masterlist also, all amazing!)

@harrylillies (FUCKING ‘STEADY HEART’ SERIES!!!! HER NEW ‘SUITS’ SERIES!!! IM READY AND YOU SHOULD BE TOO!!)

@stylesdimplefeelings (do not even get me started on both ‘Whipped’ series)

@harryslittlelovehandles (lots of au’s if thats what you are looking for)

@queenmestyles (’song title challenge’ is my shit)

@jawllines (how have any of you not read her rollar rink imagine)

@hardliquorandabitofintellect (mmmm mmmm mmmmmmm… read. all. now)

@betweenuspreferences (one of the first people i followed, writes for all four boys, and is just perfect)

@bribe-the-door (i wouldn’t know what to recommend its all to good)

@hcrrystvles (fluff and smut is on fucking point)

@sorrynotharry (i’m currently addicted to a zayn series actually, called BFB so check that out)

@tillthelandslide (also recommended her before, classic writings and the sweetest human alive)

THATS ALL I HAVE SO STOP READING THIS LIST AND START READING THERE WORK!!!

The Point II

Originally posted by silversunsandgoldenmoons

Billy Hargrove x Reader

I cannot believe the outpouring of love for this story. I got so many messages and replies DEMANDING that I post another part to this. Thank you to everyone who sends in their feedback. Every bit is appreciated!

PART I | PART III | PART IV | PART V


Y/N stormed out of the boys bathroom, her face red with anger. She heard another shout and slam come from inside, no doubt Billy hit something else. Y/N wiped at her eyes and rushed down the hall with no intention of returning to class. She turned a corner sharply and ran into someone.

“Whoa,” Hands held her shoulders to steady her. She kept her head down and tried to bypass the person. “Y/N? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Steve” Y/N’s voice cracked in the middle of his name.

“You’re crying, Y/N,”

“I said I’m fine! Get out of here before he smashes your face in too,”

Harrington!” Billy’s voice boomed down the hall. He had murder written all over his face when he saw Steve’s hands on Y/N. “You’re dead!” Billy pointed to Steve with blood dripping off his hand.

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100 Scurvy Pirate Prompts

Me amigos, ‘tis be ye cap'n @promptguy. Thank ye fer all th’ submissions. I translated some to be more scurvy pirate. 'tis might be th’ best list so far.

  1. “Which lovely booty ye be eyein’? th’ curvy wench’s or th’ shit-barnacles ye can’t spy wit’ ye eye in yon chest?”
  2. “oh me god! th’ boat be leakin’!” “No, that’s just bilge rum”
  3. Scribe 'bout a scurvy pirate that be scared 'o th’ ocean
  4. Ye discover that Prompt Guy be actually th’ Flyin’ Dutchman
  5. A pirate ship encounters sirens who use their song to lure them. th’ band 'o pirates give a go’ to escape but 'tis later revealed that th’ sirens don’t want sink them but join them
  6. 'tis ye first day on ship, 'n ye’re in learnin’. All th’ other members on board be experienced 'n professionals at their ship except 1. That one be ye “trainin’ laddie”… a child Jack Sparrow.
  7. “walk thee fuckin plank ye scallywag”
  8. Ye be th’ cap'n 'o a crew 'o Githyanki band 'o pirates, 'n ye be huntin’ ye quarry in th’ astral plane. th’ problem be, ye quarry consists 'o a ship full 'o illithids, or mind-flayers, who had previously enslaved ye kind wit’ their mental powers
  9. Ye got captured by band 'o pirates. be tellin’ a story on how ye end up becomin’ cap'n fer that scurvy pirate ship. Bonus points if ye scribe a way ye do it that dont murder anyone nor end up wit’ physical harm.
  10. Bin got a pair words fer ye scurvy dogs: “Shark Bait.”
  11. Poseidon, th’ God 'o th’ Sea, has chosen ye as his vessel. He whispers in ye mind, “by sea be th’ only way to travel.” ye embark on a journey, killin’ anybody who dares take an airplane or car.
  12. Ye’ve always thought that havin’ a peg leg’d be cool, but arh, the maintenaince yeh have to do to keep up yer cool appearance!
  13. “ye’re seriously makin’ me swim th’ plank again?!”
  14. A pirate cap'n goes on a mission to reclaim th’ pirate ship that was stolen from him 'n free his crew members from imprisonment
  15. Ye have traveled long 'n far in search 'o an infamous treasure that ye 'n ye crew have be searchin’ fer fer 16 years. Upon discoverin’ it, ye open th’ chest only to find a map leadin’ to another treasure. th’ value 'o friendship.
  16. They shout that treasures best be hidden on land. Yer cap'n be sayin’ they’re all lyin’. Yer cap'n be sayin’ th’ best place to be hidin’ treasure be in th’ heart 'o a storm.
  17. Ye ship be sunk, ye maties abandoned ye, but ye still have th’ gold… 'n spiced rum.
  18. Ye be kidnapped from ye home in th’ dead 'o nightfall 'n brought onto a ship wit’ a crew 'o 100 band 'o pirates. As ye look on in fear, they all bow below before ye. One 'o them introduces themselves as ye First Matey. ye be now their cap'n.
  19. Ye muster onboard a scurvy pirate ship, hopin’ to get some doubloons 'n th’ comradery ye sorely missed in th’ navy. But turns out th’ ship ye ended up on has a secret ye would never have guessed…
  20. A forbidden lust story between a sea cap'n 'n a siren he meets at sea.
  21. Ye’ve always wanted to be a scurvy pirate. ye even got ye chance when a fleet 'o them attacked ye town. th’ problem? ye’re a 'land-lubber’ 'n 'tis isn’t a nice world. ye’ll have to prove ye can handle bein’ a scurvy pirate just to make it out 'o th’ brig
  22. Ye’ve just taken control 'o a merchant ship only to find that th’ entire crew be more scared 'o th’ 4 year barnacle-covered girly offsprin’ 'o th’ wealthy tradesman ye’ve locked away. When she smiles, ye spy wit’ ye eye storms in her eyes - 'n then she laughs…
  23. Ye find a cursed treasure. When a piece 'o gold be spent it disappears. How do ye spend ye loot.
  24. “No women allowed on board!” says th’ cap'n. He finds out, one by one, that every member 'o his crew be a woman wit’ a fake beard.
  25. That scurvy scalawag Blackhearted Benton just stole yer ship wit’ all yer lovely booty! GET IT BACK!
  26. “Stop playin’ yer dratted cello, matey, 'n help me sword fight off Blackbeard!”
  27. Ye be th’ first astronaut to be sent to explore th’ galaxy. Suddenly, ye re stopped by space band 'o pirates, 'n be forced to choose between roamin’ aimlessly forever or joinin’ their crew.
  28. Ye got into th’ piratin’ business fer one reason - so ye can afford a ship in Malibu.
  29. “Remind me; if women be bad luck, why do we have a female cap'n?”
  30. Mermaid band 'o pirates. They find new islands 'n take down their enemies wit’ th’ help 'o sea creatures. Their ship be called “Poseidon”
  31. Band 'o pirates that set out to be villains accidentally return as jolly guys by screwin’ plans up
  32. Ye be a feared scurvy pirate who can control all th’ monsters roamin’ th’ seven seas, however ye worst enemy can control th’ oceans themselves.
  33. tell an entire tale in pirate talk, me hearty…
  34. Ye character just got accepted into MIT 'n be sailin’ towards th’ “scurvy pirate Certificate” (pistols, riflery, rowin’, fencin’.) wee do they be knowin’ that these courses be taught by actual band 'o pirates.
  35. An underground illegal racin’ rig has be started that involves scurvy pirate ships battlin’ though a rum track in a Need fer Speed style wit’ steampower-ups included
  36. Ye awaken on a scurvy pirate ship, last thin’ ye remember before 'tis was shoutin’ to a guy in th’ tavern at port. th’ cap'n had bought ye 'n ye be now sailin’ on th’ ship, what happens while ye be at sea?
  37. “HAND ME THAT MAP OR SO HELP ME I’LL CUT IT OFF YA HANDS!”
  38. You turn on the Pirate Speak in Minecraft under language options as a joke, but then ye start findin’ that yer land lubber mates in reality arrrre beginnin’ ta talk like ol’ sea dogs, and even tha signs ‘round yer town turn inta Pirate Speak. Soon a squaky bird takes to perchin’ on yer shoulder. Tha townsfolk begin ta ask fer yer okay on things o’ trivial matter. Yer first mate, who lost 'is leg years ago ta scurvy, suddenly had a peg 'stead of a prosthetic. Congrats, matey– yer tha cap'n of tha town
  39. “Arrrr! the hour to loot EA 'o their precious Sims lovely booty!!”
  40. 'tis not uncommon fer a scurvy pirate to loose a hand or a foot on his travels. ye 'n ye crew dig up a chest full 'o hands 'n feet.
  41. Ye swore on a loved one’s grave that ye would someday sail to th’ legendary Grand Arcada, an ocean which none have ever found. this day, ye awoke to find ye ship stolen from ye - 'n th’ strange people seem to be changin’ ye course…
  42. A pirate loses his scurvy pirate accent 'n has to go find a different ship because they don’t fit in anymore.
  43. Ye find an ancient treasure map, 'n indeed, under th’ “X” thar’s buried treasure. But what’s under th’ “Y” 'n “Z”?
  44. Ye cap'n has caught a deadly disease, 'n be on th’ verge 'o Davy Jones’ treasure chest. ye 'n ye crew decide to pull one last raid wit’ them. th’ big one.
  45. Th’ band 'o pirates 'n th’ vampires have come to together to stop th’ ultimate evil. How do ye defend yourself?
  46. Cap'n Gus has a secret, his magic beard grows more wild 'n tangled wit’ every wind it ensnares. Cuttin’ a hair causes a mild breeze, a lock 'o his beard unleashes a strong wind. Now, captured 'n condemned to execution, he asks if he could shave
  47. Ye be th’ cap'n 'o th’ most infamous scurvy pirate ship on th’ seven seven seas, ye 'n ye crew have be through pretty much everythin’ together. Currently ye be on th’ hunt fer mer-people, they fetch high prices on th’ black market fer their beauty. What ye crew dont be knowin’ however be that ye be a mer-person 'n ye 'n ye kind only have tails when ye peglegs get wet.ye’re in th’ middle 'o a bath in ye quarters when ye first matey bustles in to speak to ye 'bout th’ ship’s course.
  48. Ye be a notorious scurvy pirate. ye’ve always be able to outrun th’ navy, but 'tis the hour they’re gainin’ on ye. ye agree to make a deal wit’ one 'o th’ lesser captains. What do they shout to ye?
  49. Arr, ye main character be kidnapped by a scurvy pirate at sea! It turns out th’ sea isn’t what it seems to be when he throws ye overboard to die….
  50. Ye cap'n has be noticeably feelin’ down, how does one scurvy pirate cheer up their cap'n back to their jolly self?
  51. What do ye do wit’ a drunken sailer?
  52. Ye’re a pirate who’s totally new to th’ business 'o stealin’ treasure from authoritative figures 'n don’t really be knowin’ what ye’re doin’. Suddenly, a dragon shows up 'n offers to tutor ye in piracy. What next?
  53. “What be land? I have forgotten.”
  54. Ye’re an undercover employee 'o th’ british government onboard a pirate ship on 'tis way to an uncharted island. ye mission be to find out what th’ band 'o pirates be goin’ thar fer.
  55. A pirate wit’ a rubber duck hand instead 'o a rusted hook
  56. Lesbian pirate flirtin’ wit’ sirens
  57. Ye were sent by th’ British government to spy on a notorious cap'n. ye join his crew 'n climb up th’ ranks 'til ye become his first matey. A few days before ye be to betray him, he tells ye a secret that changes everythin’. What be it?
  58. Th’ cap'n has gone missin’ overnight. ye, a mere chef, be th’ only one who can manage to control th’ crew. ye need to find whar ye cap'n has gone to.
  59. She was they best cap'n to sail th’ sea’s. She was Black Beard.
  60. Band 'o pirates be pillagin’ ye village, lookin’ fer somethin’. What they’re lookin’ fer be a wee unorthodox
  61. Th’ year be th’ far future, 'n space travel has be achieved. th’ human race has be denied entry into th’ galactic federations set up hundreds 'o years before their time. So, instead, we become space band 'o pirates. All 'o us.
  62. All ye pirates be sufferin from th’ evil scurvy, no matter how much citrus or undercooked meat they brin’ on th’ poop deck. they shout yer crews favoured wi th’ devil, but wee do they be knowin’ ye’ve just found th’ third cure to th’ scurvy
  63. “fer th’ last the time, don’t be puttin’ me tattered eyepatch in th’ dryer!”
  64. Ye look almost exactly like th’ female version 'o ye twin brother. Unfortunately, ye twin brother just so happens to be th’ notorious cap'n 'o a pirate crew. One day, he be killed, 'n th’ crew asks ye to pretend to be him so as to continue
  65. Th’ mermaid they pulled from th’ ocean turns out to be a jolly fighter. Maybe too jolly. Sh just killed th’ cap'n.
  66. Ye got scurvy. How ya gonna hide it from th’ cap'n?
  67. Ye pirate ship be stuck in 5 O'clock traffic. Somehow.
  68. Ye’re a stowaway on th’ dreaded cap'n LongBeard’s ship, tryin’ to find out whar he hides his treasure. Only problem be, ye’ve gotten caught sneakin’ around below deck.
  69. Ye’re th’ only jolly scurvy pirate in ye crew. ye’ve be tryin’ to keep it a secret, but then ye ship happens to sail past a group 'o sirens…
  70. Ye command one 'o th’ fiercest scurvy pirate ships in th’ seven seas. Just th’ mention 'o ye crew sends fear into th’ hearts 'o men 'n women. th’ only thin’ be, ye’ve never stepped foot on a boat.
  71. Ye’ve be travelin’ th’ seven seas fer a while now. Nothin’ can stand in ye way; ye 'n ye crew be unstoppable. 'til one thin’ crossed ye paths. What be that one thin’ 'n how do ye overcome it?
  72. Ye be th’ toughest scurvy pirate around. ye won many fights, pillaged many towns, 'n plundered dozens 'o ships. nothin’ could stand in ye way to riches, not even- oh god be that a baby on ye ship? who brought a baby?
  73. Ye be sailin’ th’ seven seven seas when yer lovely booty grows peglegs 'n starts swimmin’ off. How do ya catch a swimmin’ treasure hoard?
  74. Ye be a sea cap'n. Suddenly, ye ship lifts into th’ air. ye’re bein’ raided by sky band 'o pirates!
  75. Due to men believin’ eatin’ fruit was too feminine, th’ seven seas be now ruled by female band 'o pirates who beat their weakened males counterparts. Now, ye’re at a parrrty drinkin’ ornge spiced juice wit’ th’ victors.
  76. All ye pirates knows only women be sailors. Can ye think 'o anythin’ more unlucky than to have a scurvy dog onboard a ship? Still, rumour has it that th’ fiercest scurvy pirate ship 'o them all has a only-male crew.
  77. Ye meet Sodomy McScurvyLegs 'n buy a fitness regime. It opens up a whole new seven seas fer ye, an endless sea 'o knowledge… 'bout lovely booty.
  78. Turns out 'tis eyepatch be cursed to ne'er come off! Too bad ye put it on t’ wrong eye!
  79. Yrr secret island has been made into a parking lot and is overrun by scurvy lawyers while you were pirating. How do you fight lawyers? Your treasure is under that asphalt.
  80. Th’ cap'n 'o a magical sailin’ pirate ship takes several orphans under her proverbial win’s as new crew members
  81. “I lost m'hand to a shark, but I lost me eye to…”
  82. A rollickin’ scurvy pirate adventure from th’ point 'o view 'o th’ ship’s sea monster: th’ cat
  83. A classic pirate adventure wit’ a cursed object. Part 'o th’ curse be that th’ scurvy pirate cap'n 'n crew can never leave th’ ship 'n must come up wit’ creative ways to plunder, pillage, 'n eventually break th’ curse.
  84. Cuddle band 'o pirates- th’ fluffiest, snuggliest scurvy pirate crew ye can imagine, inexplicably survivin’ through skill 'n pluck in a grimdark hyper-edgy universe, rebellin’ against th’ grim 'n gritty status quo wit’ unflinchin’ optimism 'n hugs.
  85. “How th’ muck did ye get onto me ship 'n why be ye naked”
  86. “So ye meanin’ to be tellin’ me th’ map, which ye bought off a street vendor at Ivery Island, be an authentic map that leads to a literal buried treasure. scurvy dog, speak 'bout cliche.”
  87. Ye be highly disappointed when ye discover that th’ famous deadly 'Kraken’ be actually just a nutcracker.
  88. Two pirates travel th’ seven seas lookin’ fer lovely booty, but it turns out all they really want be each others lovely booty
  89. Ye finally come home from a year at sea 'n have to explain to ye main wench how ye got syphillis
  90. A scurvy pirate find th’ greatest treasure to be had: an island covered in lovely booty.
  91. Ye’re a pirate explorin’ uncharted waters when suddenly a giant hand made out 'o rum rises out 'o th’ ocean holdin’ a small baby wrapped in seaweed. th’ hand places th’ younglin’ on th’ deck 'o ye ship 'n disappears back into th’ depths. ye now have a child 'n a lot 'o questions.
  92. captains, greedy 'n tough 'n mean. But th’ strange thin’ 'bout him be that he wears a metal mask, 'n no one in th’ crew has ever seen him without it. One nightfall, ye resolve to spy wit’ ye eye th’ cap'n’s real face, so ye sneak into his cabin 'n sneak a peek 'o him sans mask. 'n what ye spy wit’ ye eye makes it clear to ye why ye cap'n would hide his face.
  93. Perhaps givin’ band 'o pirates Google Maps wasn’t th’..best idea
  94. Ye somehow became a pirate cap'n. One problem - ye be knowin’ nothin’ 'bout navigation…or ships…or fightin’ in general. But ye look well in a pirate coat 'n a hat, so thar be that.
  95. Ye’ve be captured by pirates, 'n thrown in th’ brig. th’ cap'n’s trusty parrot flies in, 'n says he can help ye escape.
  96. “Matey, yer lovely booty be th’ only one I be diggin’ fer t'night.”
  97. Ye’ve found pirate treasure by sheer dumb luck, but now th’ ghost 'o th’ lady pirate it belonged to be hauntin’ ye. 'n if that wasn’t that be all you can take, she’s got a crush on ye.
  98. Yer on a boat when suddenely yer First Mate throws 'imself over with no apparent reason. You dive in after him and find a grotto. What’s beyond it?
  99. Ye be that one guy on th’ ship that can swim. Somethin’ has jammed th’ rudder, stoppin’ th’ ship from makin’ it to port.
  100. Pretend ye’re a pirate 'n ye’ve just buried ye treasure. Draw a map 'n scribe below detailed instructions on how to find it again.

What prompt do ye like th’ most? Reblog if ye be a true scurvy pirate.

Spoiled || R.B.

Word Count: 1875

Pairing: Ross x reader

Summary: Coming from a rich family, you never had to work a day in your life until you met Ross. After a confrontation with him, he makes you work for your orgasm by riding his thigh.

Warnings: smut, thigh riding, blowjobs, dirty talk, rich!reader, spoiled brat!reader

Requested by @faee12 : “Omg can you do a imagine with Ross and thigh riding”

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Also, listen to Blackbear’s new album while listening to this preferably I miss the old you and make daddy proud trust me it makes it 100x better.

To be blunt, you were so happy that your family was rich. Your father was the CEO of a multi million-dollar company and your mother was a New York Times bestselling author. Put together, your parents made more than you could spend in ten lifetimes. This caused you to never have to work a day in your life.

As a child, you had a personal maid, Carla, who picked you up from your private school that your parents paid a lot for, made you your favorite snacks, and anything else you wanted. She would also read you to sleep at night since your parents were never home due to business meetings or events they had to go to. Carla became like you second mother, she taught you about boys and periods and other things a mother figure should teach you.

When you moved to middle school, you started to hang out with other rich families. You would hang out with the other children while your parents would talk business. You would brag about the latest electronic your daddy had just bought you just like the other kids. Your parents always wanted you to be better than all the other kids so they would spoil you with whatever you asked for and even what you didn’t ask for.

It reached a whole new level when you went to high school. Your mother hired you a tutor, but he would never teach you, but just do the work for you. You never said anything though, it was just work you didn’t have to do. You started to go with your parents to fancy parties and events which was your favorite since you got to go shopping for a new dress. Your daddy never gave you a price limit when you went shopping; he had given you a credit card in middle school and it had never been declined so you thought it didn’t have one.

You mother would set you up with boys from other rich families. All the children of rich families knew what happened when your parents would set you up. It was like an unspoken code. You would go to the event, laugh, dance and have a great time because you knew when the party was over you would go home with your date and things would get hot.

The only thing that changed when you moved to college is you stopped hooking up with the local rich boys and moved on to the frat boys. You went to parties every weekend, got shit faced, and on occasion hooked up with someone in the spare room. The school’s staff knew your parents so you never had to worry about your grades, but your father still hired you a tutor who just wrote your essays and took your tests for you.

When you got out of college, you had no idea what you wanted to do with the rest of your life but again you didn’t worry about it. You became a public figure and the face of brands who paid you a lot of money just for an Instagram post or to show your face at a party. You met Ross Butler on one of these brand deals. You were at a showing party of the new Netflix original show, Thirteen Reasons Why.

One of your girlfriends had introduced you to him, and when you made eye contact, you were instantly infatuated. He had this sex appeal that he carried around but he acted like he didn’t have it. When you flirted with him, it’s like he didn’t notice and he never flirted back. You were utterly confused since men had always shown interest in you.

It wasn’t until the third time you had hung out that you finally blurted out, “Do you not find me attractive? I have a been flirting with you nonstop since we met and all I have gotten back are a few compliments and one hug goodbye.”

He was shocked when you had confronted him like that. He just sat there with his mouth open, eyebrows scrunched, and stuttered, not being able to get a full sentence out. You got up in a huff and stormed out of his house. You were frustrated and angry that he had pulled you along like that since he was the one to invite you. You decided to treat yourself to a few new shoes to help calm your nerves.

It was about a week later when your butler had notified you that Ross was at your door and he wanted to talk to you. You really wanted to know what he had to say after he had basically turned you down. You had opened the door with a bitch face, “What do you wa-“ you started to say before Ross had rushed in and pushed you against the wall opposite to the door.

He had his hands on either side of your head and you could feel his breath on your face, “Princess, you have never had to work for anything in your life,” He paused and pressed his body against yours, “but tonight that’s going to change.”

The idea of working for something had never excited you like it did tonight. You let out a breath you didn’t know you had been holding and your heart started racing when he led you to the living room by your wrists.

He plopped down on a black leather chair in the corner of the room. He was wearing a simple white t-shirt and dark jeans with his legs spread out. He ran his hand up your leg which was exposed because you were wearing a silk nightgown with lace details. He held eye contact as his hand went higher up your thigh until he grabbed your butt.

“I’m not going to do anything, but sit here, baby girl, so get to work if you want something.” He teased as he took his hand off you and leaned all the way back in the chair. You looked at him with your eyebrows raised as to say, are you serious, and he crossed his arms over his chest and challenged you with his eyes.

You chuckled and rolled your eyes as you straddled his lap. You rubbed your hands up and down his chest and you pressed down your core onto his. You brought your lips to his neck and peppered kisses from his jawline to base of his neck where you settled on his collarbone and started to suck. You lightly grazed your teeth over the mark you made and he let out a raspy groan.

You started to fumble with the button of his jeans when he grabbed both of your wrists in his hand to stop you, “Did you not hear what I said? Princess, you’re going to have to work for your orgasm.”

You were confused for a second, not knowing what he meant. It wasn’t until he patted his thigh that you knew what he wanted you to do. You let out a huff as you moved to straddle one of his legs. You held eye contact as you started to rock back and forth. The roughness of his jeans making your eyes roll back as it contacted your bare core.

“I wish you could yourself right now, using my thigh to get yourself off.” His hands went to your hips and pressed down so more pressure would be on your clit. You let out a loud moan and your hands went to his chest to steady yourself.

“Fucking ride my thigh like the spoiled brat you are. Daddy can’t buy you out of this one, can he?” He teased. You started to move faster on his thigh as you felt a knot form in the pit of your stomach.

“Fuck, keep talking.” You managed to get out between pants.

“Baby girl likes when I talk? Of course, you do, you can’t do anything yourself, can you? I bet no one has ever made you work for anything so this must be hard for you, do you want my help?”

“Yes, please.” You begged as you felt the knot getting tighter.

“Ha, have you not listen to a word I’ve said? Fuck your daddy needs to pay for a better education if you don’t understand by now that I’m not going to touch you at all tonight.” He laughed while you gave him a desperate look.

“Oh, is the brat close to her orgasm?” He teased, “Come on come for me.”

You made eye contact with him as your orgasm took hold of your body and you collapsed on Ross’s chest as your body convulsed with the earth-shattering orgasm. You never felt anything like that before and it felt ten times better than your best orgasm.

“Princess, you’re not done.” He held you up and pushed you down to the floor in-between his legs. You knew what he wanted and you started to feel more comfortable because this was your forte.

You were still recovering from your orgasm as you ran your hands up and down his thighs skipping over the spot he needed you most. He let out a groan and mumbled, “Don’t tease me, princess”

You giggled as you unbuttoned his pants and slid them down his thighs. You peppered kisses all the way from his bellybutton to the band of his boxers while rubbing him through his boxers. He let out a muffled cuss word and put his head back on the top of the chair.

You pulled his boxers down and his dick sprang up and hit his stomach. You looked at him hungrily as you licked a bold line up his shaft to his tip where you took it into your mouth and sucked lightly. He grabbed your hair into a makeshift ponytail and pushed you down onto his erection. You took as much as you could into your mouth as he hit your gag reflex, your eyes started to water as he kept you there for a couple of seconds.

When he finally let you come back up, you were gasping for air but you went right back to his dick and started to swirl your tongue around the tip. When he started to let out a groan, you stopped and took your mouth away and continued to jerk him off with your hand.

He gave you a warning look as you connected your lips with his dick again and took a good amount of him into your mouth. He started to buck his hips up into your throat and you knew he was close. You paid attention to the underside of the tip with your tongue and your hands went to his balls where you played with them.

“Fuck, princess, your mouth feels so good. Keep going, I’m close.” He grunted. It wasn’t long before he shot his load into the back of your throat and you had no choice but to swallow it.

He looked down at you and smirked, “Working for it makes it better doesn’t it baby girl.”

You giggled and looked down with a small nod. He knew it had been as amazing for you as it was for him.

a/n- I know this isn’t relatable at all but oh well its what I wanted to write so. Also, tell me what you think about this in my inbox! I love hearing your feedback! Thank you guys for 1k I love you so much omg!

Selfhood in “Call Me By Your Name”

Spoilers included


I will start with the end.

Loss implies a decrease, an absence. It is subtraction, taking a part away from a whole. But the loss that follows love is something different—it is alive, present inside of you, stealing your breath, whispering in your ear. Remember this place? Remember this feeling? It is a profound pain, tethered to the joy that preceded it. Call Me By Your Name lives in the wounds that love creates–the spikes of fear and overwhelming need that force you to open up a space in yourself for someone else to inhabit. The feeling of enveloping them, of them enveloping you. And finally, predictable and wrenching, the hole they leave when they are gone.

The lovers are 17-year-old Elio (Timothée Chalamet) and twenty-something Oliver (Armie Hammer). It is the summer of 1983, and Elio’s summertime inertia at his family’s Northern Italian villa is disrupted by the arrival of his father’s research assistant, Oliver. Elio is our protagonist, and thus we regard the visitor with a cautious remove at the film’s start. He is first glimpsed from above—a flash of golden hair, tanned skin and enviable height—as the camera peeks at him from Elio’s upper-floor bedroom window. “He seems very confident,” Elio says to a friend, smirking.

At the breakfast table, the camera cuts to a close-up of Oliver’s Star of David necklace; Elio, too, is Jewish, but seems to wonder how he could hold anything in common with Oliver. Elio is irked by the easy and voracious way that Oliver occupies space; the newcomer flops onto Elio’s bed with barely a word, and in the morning he gulps apricot juice and devours a breakfast egg as if these surroundings were created to bend to his will. Elio, by contrast, enjoys quietly reading and composing music. He is brilliant but unformed, and seems threatened or envious of Oliver’s seemingly brazen projection of self.

I saw this film three times in one week, on a Monday, a Thursday and a Sunday. I revisited it in part because Chalamet is so enrapturing as Elio that I barely processed Oliver’s interiority the first time I watched the movie. That is no fault of Hammer’s; he gives Oliver substance and charm. But for a large portion of the film, Elio does not recognize the nature of his feelings toward Oliver, and once he does, he can’t discern if they are reciprocated. Oliver’s motivations are a mystery to both viewer and protagonist; we only know that Elio is drawn to the very boldness that at first alienated him from Oliver, and the hint of melancholy beneath Oliver’s beauty. Elio’s attraction is crystallized in the much-memed scene in which Elio watches Oliver dance with abandon to the Psychedelic Furs’ Love My Way. It’s all there in Chalamet’s brilliant performance; Elio is conflicted, but enamored. He begins to pursue Oliver romantically, and the camera drinks up the object of Elio’s affection, as in a particularly gorgeous shot of Hammer’s back as he wades in a sun-dappled river, the camera low, tipped skyward to face this Platonic ideal of a man. 

Director Luca Guadagnino and cinematographer Sayombhu Mukdeeprom construct Elio and Oliver’s love story through atmosphere rather than dialogue. Sings Sufjan Stevens, who provides much of the soundtrack, “Words are futile devices.” We do not know what Elio and Oliver discuss on their meandering bicycle rides through the countryside. Guadagnino prefers to meditate on the winding road, the whisper of leaves in summer breezes, the villa’s creaking stairwells and slamming doors. Much of the conversation we are privy to is coded and barbed with defensiveness. “What are you thinking about?” Oliver asks Elio as they lounge in the pool. “It’s private,” Elio responds from behind his Risky Business sunglasses. Oliver hops out of the water with a chuckle and begins to help Elio’s mother pick fruit from their orchard. Elio hurries behind him, pushing Oliver to the side and taking his place under the tree. At the river, Elio gazes at Oliver adoringly, then splashes him with water and jumps atop his back. These chances to brush against one another, to fuse body with body and bodies with place, are their love language, and the orchards and gentle waves of Northern Italy that summer will be more indelible to their memories of that love than any words.

Except, of course, the titular line. “Call me by your name, and I’ll call you by mine,” Oliver offers Elio. The scene is a turning point in our understanding of Oliver. He, too, longs to be consumed by the love affair. He seems to be the more experienced lover of the pair, and approaches Elio’s youth tenderly. In one of my favorite scenes, Elio gets a nosebleed during a fraught dinner-table conversation and retreats to a hideaway in the bowels of the villa, where Oliver finds and comforts him. There is an innocence to the scene; Elio and Oliver regard the older adults fighting at the dinner table almost as aliens, and when Elio appeals to the housekeeper for ice, she sends him to an empty fridge. Elio goes looking elsewhere–the adults are no help. But Guadagnino stays on the fridge door, which Elio has left hanging open. The housekeeper comes over and slams it shut. We can imagine her muttering about children as she does so. The scene typifies the in-between world that Elio has found himself in. He is not a child, but not yet an adult. The discovery of love and sex, its pleasures and pains, is the discovery of that selfhood. Oliver seems aware of this transitionary period, and is at once eager to love and be loved by Elio, and afraid to push him too far, too fast. “It wasn’t my fault, right?” he asks when he finds Elio, bloody rag to his nose. “No,” Elio responds, embarrassed. “I’m a mess.” Oliver gives him a foot massage, a care-taking technique he learned from his Bubbe, he explains. “You’re gonna fucking kill me if you do that,” Elio exclaims at the intensity of the massage. “I hope not,” Oliver replies, gazing at Elio. He takes his foot and kisses it gently.

Oliver’s slow, assured consent to the relationship conveys his longing and fear, and ultimately you sense that his fears are not only for the safety of Elio’s young heart, but also for his own. Guadagnino focuses in on Oliver in the final third of the film, bathing Hammer in moonlight as Oliver reflects upon the relationship in its final days. We watch him watch Elio, the tables finally turned, and sense the impending grief that Oliver’s departure will visit upon the couple. Elio cannot foreshadow this pain, because he has not yet felt it, but Oliver seems to know what is coming. We see that Elio’s initial impressions of Oliver’s arrogant nonchalance were in fact his defense mechanisms, his attempt to wall off yearning. Hammer is careful to reveal Oliver’s layers, subtly imbuing him with a deep empathy and guardedness. 

The intensity with which we buy into Oliver’s feelings, not just Elio’s, is central to the film’s gut-punch of an ending. When Oliver calls in winter to inform Elio and the family of his surprise engagement, his lover breathes into the phone, “Elio. Elio, Elio, Elio.” Oliver draws in a long breath. “I remember everything,” he declares. And you know it is true. Elio almost smiles at this confession, not out of joy, but out of transcendent pain. He loved, and was loved, and that makes it all the more impossible to let go. And so we end with the devastating final shot, certainly one of the greatest I have ever had the privilege of seeing. “I have loved you for the last time,” Sufjan Stevens sings, as Chalamet lays bare Elio’s grief. The second and third times I saw the movie, my heart began to pound as we drew near the scene. Why sit through it? Why stay with his suffering for those long final minutes, as the credits role? Because you must hold onto it, the film argues. All of it. The agony, yes. But also the ecstasy that built it. You must feel it, and let if form you.  

Did you notice that in every force bond scene it’s Kylo who gets closer to Rey? In the first one, they’re both confused and while she runs out of the hut, Kylo is the one that seems to chase her, desperately. In the second one during the rain, step by step he’s getting closer to her, and lowering his voice, he gets so close he gets droplets of rain fall on his face. The third one, while half naked, he also comes closer, in the end she has to look up at him, and in the scene where they’re talking by the fire we see him already sitting in front of her. We never see the beginning of that conversation, we hear Rey talking but we don’t know who initiated this connection but something tells me this time he also got closer to her and sat in front of her, all ears, and in this one they have their first skin to skin contact, with Rey reaching out first

When the meet in the flesh on the FO lead ship, in the elevator it’s Rey who steps closer to him, talking about their future, offering help, basically telling him she’ll be there for him.

Then after the fight she rejects him, she refuses to get close and join hands with him, she leaves him behind.

The last force bond scene is very important - in this one he doesn’t try to get close again, he’s kneeling down and only makes this tiny movement as if he wants to get up, but Rey’s look stops him and she shuts the door on him. 

I’m really dying to know who of them will take the first step towards the other in ep. 9 because throughout TLJ they’ve both took steps to get closer to each other but it all ultimately fell apart because they didn’t agree on the path they wanted to go together.

Knight in Shining Armor (Steve Harrington x Female Reader)

Requested by: @cometoceantrenches ( Okie since you take requests, is it okay if you write smth with our boi Steve where the reader drops off their younger sister at the Snow Ball the same time Steve drops off Dustin but Steve offers to take the reader home but they end up at a cafe or smth and talk abt the crazy stuff that happened (fighting the demodogs and all that) and end up confessing to each other?? im sorry if its long af, you just write rlly well *ugly cries*)

Summary: While waiting for the Snow Ball to end, Steve and you catch up at a local cafe where they recount the events of the demo-dogs, and then conversation becomes personal.

Word Count: 3013

Warnings: fluffy af and some smooches. Also get’s a bit emotional towards the end. lets also assume he’s always ooc to me

Note: if there is another gif that kills me it’s also this one!  I kind of just a little went overboard and it’s pretty long but I HOPE YOU LIKE IT! Enjoy!!!

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Minor Spoilers of Season 2!!

Originally posted by mikkeljensen

“Do I look okay?” your sister Jen asked for the 100th time from the backseat of your mother’s car. You rolled your eyes, not even bothering to look at her.

“You look great, Jen,” you replied.

“You didn’t even look!” she cried.

For perhaps the third time you spun yourself around to take a look at your sister who was all dolled up and ready for the Snow ball.

“You look beautiful, now stop asking and stop touching your hair,” you slapped her hand away lightly, she flinched and grumbled. You knew she had a crush on one of the boys there, she just wouldn’t tell you who it was. But by how nervous she was, and how she was acting, you knew what was bothering her.

“Hey…whoever this boy you’re crushing over…he’s gonna think you’re the most beautiful girl in the room okay? And he’s going to ask you to dance,” you said, fixing her hair for her. Jen blushed.

“And if he doesn’t?”

You scoffed, “Then he’s a damn idiot, and you’re too good for him,” Jen let out a laugh. Your mother glanced at you two before pulling up in front of the school, behind another car who was dropping off their kid.

Unfortunately for you, your mother had wanted you to stick around the parking lot all night and wait for the Snow ball to end. Also, it was really, really cold out there. But, you didn’t want your mom to worry over Jen all night, so you agreed to stay. You would find something to do, even if that included freezing to death.

Death. Hah. That word honestly didn’t even faze you that much anymore, not after what had occurred in the past month. Images of alien like dog creatures Dustin had called ‘Demo-dogs’ flashed through your mind, especially of the one he called ‘Dart’ who nearly chewed your face off. And then there was that girl with the slicked back hair who everyone seemed to recognize except for you and Steve. Apparently, she had superpowers and helped close the gate and saved the world or something. You honestly didn’t know what to believe, or even do with all this newfound information.

You guessed life would just go on eventually, and somehow you’d manage to live past it.

You stood next to your sister, both of you waving good-bye to your mother, who yelled, “Have a good time and be safe!” before driving off and out of the drop-off zone. Jen sighed, flattening down her light pink dress.

“Are you really going to stay out here all night?” Jen asked as you both walked towards the entrance, you shrugged.

“It’ll be fun- staying out here all by myself in the freezing cold in order to avoid my past middle school teachers trying to catch up with me,” Jen laughed, stopping in front of the entrance and turning to face you.

“Are you sure I look okay, (y/n)?”

You glared slightly at her, pretty sure she’s just taking in the compliments, but you just smiled and held a thumbs up. Jen was about to speak before her eyes caught something behind you. Her cheeks suddenly turned the same color as her dress. You raised a brow, and turned around, seeing who had made her all flustered.

“Dustin?” you asked, the younger boy was surprised to see you here, but not as surprised as you when you saw how much his hair looked super familiar.

“What are you doing here, (y/n)?” he asked, you tore your eyes from his hair and pointed behind you.

“Just dropping off Jen-” but when you turned around, she was gone and already in the gym. You blinked, huffing slightly as you realized that Dustin was the boy she was so keen on. You laughed lightly, thinking that it was the cutest thing ever.

Your mind went back to Dustin’s hairstyle the moment you looked back at him.

“Okay- tell me right now…is Steve your role model or something?” You asked, jokingly. Dustin gave you an annoyed look before you chuckled, “You look great kiddo, now go in there and for the love of god find Jen and ask her to dance,” you winked. Dustin furrowed his eyebrows.

“Wait- what? really?”

You clicked your tongue before your eyes went to the car Dustin had gotten out of. Your jaw dropped when you instantly recognized it as Steve’s. Dustin noticed your excitement and gave a smug smile.

“He’s staying because he saw you and is hoping you’ll go over there to talk or something,” he said nonchalantly, you side-glanced Dustin, seeing him look at the car and wave. You can just feel Steve’s glare on the kid. You merely laughed it off.

“Don’t you have a ball to attend, kid?” you asked, Dustin cursed softly and walked into the entrance, muttering something about asking Jen to dance, a cheeky grin on his face. You shook your head, crossing your arms against your chest before turning and starting to walk over to Steve’s car.

You leaned down to his open window, a toothy grin and asked, “Is that you Steve? My knight in shining armor?” Steve smiled at the sight of you, and waved your comment off.

“Yeah, the one and only,” he responded, knowing you were referring to when he saved you from losing your face to some demo-dog, “Are you going to head home?”

You shook your head.

“Gotta stay here until it ends and make sure Jen is still alive after or something,” you shrugged, Steve laughed.

“Oh no- that’s not okay,” he said, “As your knight in shining armor, I’m going to save you from freezing to death…” he reached over and opened the car door, his other hand still resting on the wheel. You put your hand over your heart.

“Wow…what a gentlemen,” you commented as you climbed into his car, Steve shrugged, eyes still resting on you. You didn’t notice the way he stared at you, like Dustin had noticed when Steve pulled up and saw you.

“That’s what I am, didn’t you know?”

You just hummed, hugging your arms closer to you. Steve noticed, eying your shivering form before an idea popped in his mind.

“Wanna go get a warm drink or something?” he asked, you tilted your head in thought.

“Warm drink? You mean like coffee?” you asked, a playful glint in your eyes.Steve stared at you for a moment, before realizing how stupid he must sound.

“I said that…” he muttered. You snickered, but nodded.

“Yeah, I could go for a warm drink…” Steve cracked a smile, eyes still lingering on yours before starting his car. When he looked away as he began to drive out of the parking lot, you looked at the side of his face, thinking you saw a shade of pink on his cheeks…but it was too dark.

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I hope we last. I hope we do.

But if we don’t, this is how I want you to remember me:

I want you to remember me curled up, listening to the sound of your heartbeat and tracing maps across your skin. Remember me laughing at your jokes, even the stupid ones. Remember me in hysterics for absolutely no reason and in tears because one time you made me so sad neither of us thought I’d recover. Remember me brave, that time you held my hand and I thought I was going to die; remember me scared and gentle and delicate and breakable - only for you though, only for you.

Remember me happy, and all the ridiculous ways I tried to get your attention. Remember the way I was too stubborn to talk to you and how absolutely insane it drove the both of us. Remember all the firsts and how they were so delightful we went back for seconds and thirds and fourths. Remember the songs you couldn’t stop listening to and the childish dreams you allowed yourself about the future. If it’s any consolation I allowed myself to have them too.

If it comes to it I don’t want you to remember the ending.

Remember the beginning. Remember the first time you knew.