they wrote her name wrong though

You’re in trouble, little lady! - George Washington [NSFW] x Fem! S/O

Anon asks:  

- fuvk fuck fuck f uck i really need more nsfw george washington material [ coming right up!! ]

- More NSFW George Headcanons (or a x Reader fic?) please? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Loved the last one <3! [ thankyou, im glad you enjoyed it! and  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)  ofc. always a slut for gwash smut. ]

- Hey! If it’s not to much trouble could I request a threesome with Gwash and Alex with these prompts?? “I don’t care whether you can take it. I will do it anyway and you’ll love it.” And “Just count down with me and if you make it to zero without squirming, I’ll stop hurting you.” If not I totally understand,,, I love your blog!!!! Ps. Take care of yourself (drink your water) [ mY WATER HAS BEEN DRANK. THANKYOU FOR REMINDING ME - EAT YOUR VEGETALS CHILD!! ]

- Hey um.. so um… do you maybe um.. possibly um.. if it’s not any trouble um.. could you um, look and see if you um have some Gwash coming up maybe? [ here you go sweetie! and you dont need to be shy around me <3 ]

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“[Y/N]!” Your co-worker, and friend, called. You turned to face her, clipboard held to your chest as you wrote down the name of your newest patient. He had his leg blown off whilst he was fighting. As soon as her head popped around the curtain, you noticed the look of contempt on her face – assuming it was at the soldier though.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, her gaze moving from the half-missing-limb up to your face, her expression softening to that of a sympathetic stare.

“I… Washington demanded to see you, he said it was urgent.”

As soon as those words left her mouth, your heart dropped to your stomach and your blood ran cold in your body. Oh no. What had you done that had been so bad that the president himself wanted to see you? You had only been an average nurse; you highly doubted he would want to give you any direct praise. You gulped, even the soldier who was complaining loudly about the pain a moment ago had quietened down with fear and sympathy for you. You felt like the entire world was suddenly on your shoulders, stopping you from moving anywhere.

“Alright…” You whispered to your friend, fingers clutching tightly at the wood of the clipboard whilst you tried your hardest to pick up your feet and continue pushing forward. It was difficult. Whatever he wanted was important and you were almost positive that you were going to end up in the same state as the soldier that you had just taken care of.

Your steps were silent as you made your way down the stretching halls, your jaw beginning to move up and down with fear as you got closer to the two double doors that separated you from the male. Did you knock? Did you go straight in? You stood for a moment, debating on what to do, though you decided to knock first – surely that was better than just waltzing in, right? Your fist rose to give a tap on the door, but just before your knuckles could make contact with the wood, a stern voice called out:

“Come in. I’ve been waiting for you.” The low voice definitely belonged to him. You had heard that deep, sexy voice many times and had even found your mind wondering off back home to him… When he walked past, his strong scent of cologne lingered in the air and left you breathless, your heart pounding against your chest.

Not wanting to anger him more, you used all your strength to push open the two doors and slip past the crack that was created for you. Your (E/C) eyes locked on his chocolate brown ones, your own wide while his were narrowed at you. He didn’t look… angry. If anything, he looked smug… Like a naughty school boy that had seen you doing something you weren’t meant to be doing, like he had some kind of power over you. Your throat went dry, your cheeks flushing a dark shade of pink and your body going stiff. You weren’t sure if you were in love or just completely embarrassed and frightened of the huge figure sat in front of you.

“Y-You wanted to see me, sir?” You croaked out, breaking the gaze to look down at your small white flats. They were awful shoes, but a uniform was a uniform and – well, while you were taking care of hundreds of screaming patients, you weren’t too bothered about looking glamorous.

“Yes.” Was his only response before he let out a sigh and stood up, walking around to the front of his desk and folding his hands together in front of him. You daren’t look up to see the look of disgust and disapproval on his face, you couldn’t bare it. You were afraid that he would see the taint of pink he had brought to your soft cheeks, the way your eyes glimmered when you looked up at him. However, his finger slid under your chin and pulled your chin up to look at him – you couldn’t stop the tears from welling up in your eyes. Was he going to end you home…?

“Tell me, darling,” He purred. “Are you a virgin?” The question was straight to the point and caught you off guard. Your eyes couldn’t get any wider and your cheeks couldn’t get any redder – why was he asking this?! What did he even mean? Sure, you had touched yourself a few times but you had never actually done anything…

“Yes…” You whispered, trying to avoid eye contact with him, but it was completely helpless. A smile spread itself across his face.

“Good.” He breathed, smelling like mint and that overwhelming cologne that always knocked you off of your feet and managed to make you swoon – you had a thing for the Founding Father and it was apparent. He pushed some of your hair from your face and let his free hand grip your waist, pulling you closer until his lips were finally on yours. Did you try to resist? No. Not at all, not in any way, shape or form. You kissed back and let your body fall limp against his, giving him control. He began to lift up the bottom of your dress, his hand on your thigh. He pulled back from the kiss, just enough to look at you and take in your expression. He paused as soon as he got to your underwear – almost as if asking permission. You nodded, signalling for him to continue. He happily obliged, lifting your leg onto his hip before you tugged at his belt, making it fall loose. He let out a happy grunt, shuffling his pants down and backing you up against the desk, lifting you to sit on it. George kept your legs apart by fitting himself between them, finally thrusting in.

“Daddy!” You cried out in pleasure. You guessed he was big from his stance, but not this big. It was odd, considering that you were always told that losing your virginity would hurt. Did it? A little, but the pleasure took your mind off of anything else. His fingers tangled in your hair and his mouth connected to your neck, licking and biting happily. He loved your cute little whimpers and cries of joy.

“Baby girl…” He mumbled against your sensitive skin, his eyes closing as he felt himself getting nearer to the edge. His thrusts were beginning to pick up a pace, he had to be quick as he had a meeting any minute and someone could walk in at any moment. He let out a few heavy pants, one hand pulling at your hair whilst the other one held your leg down. He was a huge ladies man and was very popular with them, but he had never had better sex. You were amazing.

“I’m going to…” He stuttered before you cut him off, pressing your mouth to  his which muffled both of yours and his screams of orgasm. It was amazing.

The two of you cleaned yourselves up, and just in time. A few seconds later, the doors burst open and there stood Aaron Burr.

“You’re excellency, sir.” He bowed his head, allowing himself in. George turned his nose up – this wasn’t who he was expecting.

“Who are you?” He asked, clearly not really interested.

“Aaron Burr, sir. Permission to state my case?” He smiled again, not even acknowledging you.

“As you were.” He sighed quietly, his arm around your waist.

“Sir, I was a captain under General Montgomery until he caught a bullet in the neck in Quebec and well, in summary, I think I could be of some assistance. I admire at how you keep firing at the British from a distance… I have some questions, a couple of suggestions on how to fight instead of fleeing West.”

Something has gone horribly, horribly wrong.

Mon-el’s grip rattles and bends the knob in his hand. He blinks rapidly in an effort to try and process the scene in front of him. “What,” he gasps, voice cracking and pitching. “What is happening?”

A squeak comes from Kara, he’s sure of it, though he can’t see her face, only her legs as they hook around James’ hips. James seems to be frozen in his spot for a moment and Mon-el would assume that they’ve been exposed to some sort of sex pollen or been taken under the influence of some nefarious alien, but then Lena Luthor sits up straight, tapping James’ shoulder. “Cover her for goodness sake.” She sounds so impossibly soft and James listens to her! James actually moves away from where… where he’d been kissing Lena’s neck? To press his chest against Kara’s as well as he can and still cover the lower half of Lena…

This… this is not really happening. Mon-el fumbles in his pocket for the cell phone he’s been given, he has to call Alex or J’onn, but Lena is glaring at him from her spot… her spot on… on Kara’s face… Another “what” is wheezed out on his part, phone temporarily forgotten in his hand.

“Would you kindly stop staring at my chest,” Lena barks out, crossing her arms underneath her breasts, eyebrow arching sharply, “and leave us be?”

“Leave you be?” Mon-el drops his phone, going up to scratch at his hair. “We need to get you all to the DEO, something terrible has clearly affected you all.”

Lena rolls his eyes. “We are of sound mind and body, now shoo. You’re not needed or wanted here, thank you.”

Mon-el’s face scrunches even more in confusion and it is not until, after some maneuvering on everyone’s part, that Kara’s head, with her messy hair and wet face, pops up to scream at him to leave, that he slams the door shut and promptly runs as fast as he can to the other side of the city.

Another Life

Romance


Mercy wiped a drop of sweat off her forehead with the back of her gloved hand even as her eyes remained fixed on the man in front of her. Every surgery was hard of course, but she felt such great pressure on her just for this one man. Sure he came from a wealthy family and sure she wanted him to continue on with his life, as with every other. He was a handsome young man she supposed, one with much potential and charm that could carry him far in life. However, these were only memories now, memories that she forced from her mind. In a surgeon’s work, there was no room for hesitation, emotions, or distractions. Every second matter, especially when the case was so dire. At that moment, the man in front of her was less of a man than half a corpse at best. But regardless, she knew that she could not give up, not while he was still breathing and she was still standing.

At last, she was done. She could only take a few steps back and glance nervously between the many machines that assisted her in her work and the patient in front of her. She watched as the body moved gently, in soft breaths as the machines told her that his vitals were stabilized. With a long sigh of relief, she approached him and ran her hand over his body. It was no longer the body of a man, but of a machine. Only his face remained visibly human, though even then it was covered by a layer of bandaging to prevent further damage and infection. She gritted her teeth as she held his hand, begging that he would make it through even as all her emotions and stress finally caught up to her. They were cold steel hands that showed neither warmth nor life in them, yet she knew that he was still there, fighting to stay in this world.

As she stood there, she felt a tingle on her skin that climbed up her arm and ended at her right shoulder. As she looked, she saw the faint green glow that resembled the shape of a dragon. A mighty dragon that most likely was one to be feared from the stories of the old, brought down to such a small form and on its last breath. Yet as she watched silently in awe, it stood up by its tale and looked at her with eyes that she could not see in the glow yet can feel intently on her own face. Then, it spoke a single word before returning to the man on her table in a small trail of green vapor. It was a word that she had learned long ago, one that tied her so closely to this man. It was a word that he had personally taught to her.

“Arigatou.”


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When you least expect it - Part 10: The love we shared

Characters (AU: first names are as in the show renaming a few last names to fit my story): Reader (Y/N Mills) (mentioned - a little wierd yeah I know but true), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel Harvelle Singer, Mary Winchester (mentioned), Bobby Singer (mentioned), John Winchester (mentioned), Ben Braeden (mentioned), Lisa Braeden (mentioned), Hannah Singer (mentioned), Claire Singer (mentioned), Anna Milton, Benny Lafitte, Jessica Moore (mentioned), Jake Winchester (OC - mentioned)

Pairings: Reader/Dean,

Warnings: Still so so sorry please don’t hate me!! Loss of child, depression, violence (a bit but not to bad), swearing, tough love, alcohol abuse (sorta) NEXT WARNING IS A SPOILER SO DON’T READ IF YOU DON’T WANT THAT….. cheating (kinda)

Wordcount: 3800ish

A/N: This is my newest series. It is a Mechanic!Dean AU and it is mostly written from the readers POV but it will have a few from Dean’s as well. It is an emotional rollercoaster so consider yourselves warned. It will have smut, fluff and angst. It will get pretty dark at some point too.

Thank you @blacktithe7 for your help on this one!! Wouldn’t be the same without you :D

This chapter: Still pretty dark and angsty. How will Dean deal with the reader taking off on him? And what did the letter say?

Read Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

GIFS AND PICS  ARE NOT MINE

DEAN’S POV

Dean walked through the door to the dark house. He sighed as he turned on the lights in the living room. “Sweetheart I’m home!” he called up the stairs to no answer. Not that he expected one but he hoped. Every day he walked through that door he hoped she would be up. That she would greet him the way she had before. That she’d make him believe that they’d be alright. That they’d make it through this somehow.

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He is male.
Even though his parents call him “Katie” and his mother says “my little girl”
Even though the childhood photos show the dresses and dolls
Even though his hair used to reach all the way to his waist
He is male.

She is female.
Even though her dad is disappointed because “that’s not my son”
Even though her birth certificate still says “David”
Even though her shirt is padded at the front
She is female.

This is them.
No matter how many times you tell them they’re wrong
No matter how often you call them a name that’s not them
No matter how much you treat them like they’re “just confused”
This is them.

He is male.
She is female.
They are real.
Accept it.

—  a thing i wrote yesterday because i have a lot of passion for this topic
Unfaithfully Yours - Chapter 1

Just a quick note. This is a fic that was conceived and written by @delightfullyambiguous and me. Even though she graciously suggested I finish it under my own name, I don’t feel right taking her name off of it. She wrote a fair amount of this, and it seems wrong to not credit her when her voice can clearly be heard throughout the story. :)

So, refresh yourself with Chapter 1 and look for the next three chapters over the next few weeks. And be warned - this is DARK.

Chapter 1

1959

It had been eight years since Howard Stark convinced Peggy Carter to walk away from the Scientific Strategic Reserve and head up his new agency, the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division.

Leave it to Howard to found a new agency so soon after the Central Intelligence Agency was established but, truth be told, it hadn’t taken too much convincing for Peggy to come aboard and, with Angie’s blessing, she’d traded in her SSR agent title for that of Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.

The two had been together since 1947 and in 1949, Peggy had given Angie her grandmother’s ring, officially acknowledging their union as she slid it on the ring finger of Angie’s right hand. Angie had worn it ever since, and between the two of them, they privately agreed that, for all intents and purposes, they were married.

Only a select handful of those closest to them were made aware – Howard, Edwin and Anna and Peggy’s younger brother, Harrison. As much as it pained Angie, she reluctantly heeded Peggy’s advice that it was better for her family to have suspicions and still be welcomed at the Christmas table, rather than confirm them and lose all contact with her parents and siblings.

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Pick-up Lines - Carl Grimes AU

Prompt: Coffee Shop AU where Carl writes a bad pick up line on Readers cup every time he’s her barista

Requested By: trizzytheprodigaldaughter


The first time (Y/N) walked into the Coffee Hut, she wasn’t sure what to expect. It had opened a year pier and she had always meant to go in, but hadn’t gotten around to it. She had gotten the chance one Saturday and was overwhelmed with the nice smell of fresh coffee.
She looked around and saw that she could just sit down. She did so and grabbed one of the menus from the side. There were plenty there so that she could take one home. It was the size of a half sheet of paper.
After five minutes of staring at the menu, her barista came over. He was cute, to say the least. He was wearing the company apron that had the logo on it and his hair was swept over her forehead. He smiled at her. “I’m Carl, here to satisfy your every need.”
“Well, my need is for a caramel latte and a cookie without nuts.” She told him, smiling wide. She was in love with his voice, it almost put her in a trance. She watched him nod and walk away. She heard her phone buzz and she looked at it. It was her friend (Y/F/N), wondering if she wanted to hang out.
She text (Y/F/N) about where she was at and had to wait a moment. Not too long later, she saw her friend come in. She waved her down and smiled as she sat across from her. She handed her the menu.
“Why are you all smiley?” (Y/F/N) asked, raising an eyebrow in quest as she looked down at the menu.
“Here is your latte and cookie.” Carl said, coming over to the table and setting down the drink and small plate. He looked over to the girl he knew hadn’t been there minutes ago. “Anything I can get for you?”
“Oh, just a black coffee is fine.” (Y/F/N) said and smiled sweetly. She watched him walk into the back and then looked at (Y/N).
“That’s why.” (Y/N) said and smiled happily. She looked down at her coffee and looked at something that had been written on there.
‘Girl, you better have a license, cuz you are driving me crazy‘
“Oh my God.” (Y/N) said and giggled. She showed her friend and they both giggled.

Every day for the next month, (Y/N) went in, and every time Carl was her server he’d write pick-up lines on her cup. Some were good, some were bad and others were dirty. Not that she minded, the guy was cute when he wanted to be, hot when he needed to be, and sexy over all.

The thing she liked about it though was that he had never learned her name. It became a game between them. He’d write a name on the cup with a question mark and she’d write ‘no’ on a napkin every time.

She walked in and took her seat. She drummed her fingers on the table as she waited. She always ordered the same thing every time, so he knew what she wanted and the way she liked it.

When the cup was set in front of her, she saw the name and question mark. He was wrong again. She wrote the ‘no’ on the napkin then turned the cup around to see the pick-up line.

‘There’s a party in my pants and you’re invited.’
She took out her phone and snapped a picture of it. The ones that she liked and the ones that made her laugh, she photographed. She smiled then sipped her coffee. She looked through her pictures at the other pick-up lines he had written to her.

‘I lost my virginity… can I have yours?’
‘It may be a needle, but it works like a sewing machine’
‘Save a horse, ride a cowboy.’
‘Be unique and different, just say yes.’
‘If I flip a coin what are my chances of getting head?’
‘Hey there, you look good, how many guys do I have to wait behind?’

She giggled and put her phone down. She bit her lip as she thought about it. It was one great thing she had there in that coffee house.

I can’t wait for the day when someone comes up to Maya and starts highkey flirting with her and idk maybe she goes on a date with him and maybe they have a relationship for a couple of episodes? And he’s nice to her bc she’s precious and deserves a relationship that actually works? And then Lucas has some kind of crisis, idk maybe something about his family and the only one he wants to talk to is Maya and so he comes to her house and they talk all night and then in the morning her boyfriend comes knocking on her door and she hides Lucas under her bed and he’s like Maya wtf are you doing but she just tells him to be quiet. So her boyfriend asks if she wants to go to school with him but she lies and says she’s going with Riley and he’s like …why haven’t you slept tonight what have you been doing bc he can see that she’s still wearing the same makeup and clothes as yesterday. And she just says she’s been studying and he doesn’t believe her but he doesn’t say anything. And after he leaves Lucas comes out and is like why do you even date him and Maya’s like ???because he’s nice and I like him??? But Lucas just stares at her and asks why did she hide him under the bed and why did they have a deep conversation all night and didn’t it mean anything to her? And she’s like what the hell yes we are friends, so of course it meant something to her. And Lucas is like do you feel the same way about your boyfriend like you did about me in Texas and Maya’s like why are you asking me this I thought we dropped all that?? And Lucas is like well then why did you feel like you had to hide me when your boyfriend came here? And Maya’s like OMG WILL YOU STOP. IDK WHY. And then she’s like Lucas do you still have feelings for me? And Lucas is like what no I thought you still had feelings for me? And Maya’s like wtf I have a boyfriend? And he raises his eyebrows “A boyfriend you just lied to?” And Maya just stares at him and tells him they’re late for school.
And in school they act all weird around each other and everyone’s just like are you guys ok?? And they try to act casual and she even tries to ha-hurr him, but she gets too close and he just stares at her and the tension is crazy, so later at Topanga’s, Maya’s boyfriend asks if she and Lucas have a history and Maya waves it off and says it was a long time ago. But the boyfriend’s like “is that why you hid him under your bed this morning?” And Maya’s all terrified and tries to ensure him they just talked because Lucas has had a rough time lately but her boyfriend just smiles and asks “then why did you lie about it?” And Maya just sits there and doesn’t know what to say and he just hugs her and says it’s ok, she’s the most amazing, yet scary girl he’s ever met and she’s gonna be hard to get over, but he’ll be alright. And then he walks out of there, past all of the friends who were sitting outside this whole time. And Zay’s like, bro, go talk to her and pushes Lucas inside. So Lucas sits down next to Maya and after a while he asks why she lied about them talking all night and she’s like idk why are you so curious. And he’s like because it feels like you still have feelings for me and Maya is like “don’t flatter yourself Ranger Rick” and he’s like WHY DO YOU KEEP CALLING ME NAMES MAYA I DON’– and then Maya just grabs his shirt and kisses him and omg I accidentally wrote Lucaya fanfiction again what is the matter with me

Girl Meets I Do

This episode is crazy difficult to talk about without ruining the whole bloody thing (and y'all know how I feel about that). My brain is too fried to be clever right now, so I’m just gonna throw a bunch of quotes at you (and feel free to send asks):

“Wait. That’s LESS! What happened?”

“There was nowhere to go but everywhere, so just keep on rolling under the stars.”

“Slumber party: over!”

“That’s because you’re lucky and I’m not.”

“When will you let yourself deserve something?” or “Why won’t you let yourself deserve something?” (I forget which precisely).

“Why does anything else need to happen?”

“Those are just words.” (2x. This line also comes up in Sassy Halter Top/The Other Side, from another character).

“Only a person who is truly in love would ask if they’re ready.”

“I am many things to many people.”

“Who wrote that for you?”

Maya name drops Lucas, but it’s pretty much just for comedy (EDIT: I was wrong, it ain’t just for laughs now that we know about SL2 but it’s funny anyway). I don’t want to ruin the line because it’s hilarious.

Oh, and just because I can’t resist: in that same scene when Lucas gets name dropped? FOR SOME REASON, even though she gave her room and the Bay Window a dramatic growed-up makeover, Riley has a big stuffed GOOSE sitting on the window seat. I’m pretty sure we’ve never seen it before. It’s about a foot tall, maybe a little more. You can’t miss it. Not her purple cat. Not a unicorn. Not her mangled Beary Bear…but a got-damb goose. 👀 😂

Louis Tomlinson Breaks Twitter Silence After Baby Reports As Briana Jungwirth’s Ex-Stepdad ‘Confirms’ The News

THIS IS IT, GUYS. The moment we’ve been waiting for. The moment Louis Tomlinson either confirms or denies the reports that he’s fathering a baby with Briana Jungwirth. THE FIRST TWEET SINCE THE NEWS.

And the verdict is…

Oh, hang on. The One Direction star hasn’t *actually* directly mentioned Briana, the baby or how to change a nappy at all in his very first tweet since the reports broke.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO US, LOUIS?!

Instead, he simply used the opportunity to thank fans: “Amazing show ! Thank you for the support !!”

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S’alright, babe.

Whether the ‘thank you’ was aimed at everyone supporting him after reports claimed he’s set to become the fittest DILF in the world or not, we have really no idea.

All we know is, as much as we love and respect Louis for trying to keep at least SOME of his private life private, we would very much like some answers right now.

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If only so we can a) start breathing again, b) stop comfort-eating slabs of cheese and c) decide what to buy the two for their baby shower.

If this baby DOES in fact exist, of course. COME ON, LOUIS.

While the One Direction star has seemingly zipped his sassy mouth shut and thrown away the key, Briana’s ex-stepdad has put his two-penneth in, seemingly ‘confirming’ the news.

[Copyright: Instagram] 

Danny Fitzpatrick told Buzzfeed that Briana’s mumma told him the news, saying: “I emailed her mother and asked if Briana got pregnant from Louis Tomlinson and if she was going to be a grandmother and she said yes.”

He also shared the texts he sent to her mum, which read: “Are you going to be a grandmother louis Tomlinson from one direction supposedly got Breanna jungwirth pregnant" [sic].

In reply to his screenshot of the news, she wrote: “Yes…read the news.”

Errr, anyone else a little confused that he a) used her full name and b) SPELT IT WRONG?

For now though, we’re just going to have to clear our diaries, sit back with a lifetime supply of tea and wait with baited breath for when Louis speaks out about it all.

She is like a “Sister.”

A few weeks ago I got a salty IR fan comment on one of my posts, and when I tried to find the post again they deleted it. I won’t mention names but I will write what they wrote, vaguely.

“They are like siblings and it’s gross.”

Siblings?  Well, I didn’t know that Orihime and Ichigo were siblings, let me guess was it the hair color or…perhaps these scenes that show how much they care about each other like-you know-siblings.

Her love isn’t too deep though, because she totally loves his appearance only.

She doesn’t need to care about his well-being, because come on not like he means anything to her besides infatuation.

It’s just admiration toward a boy her own age, a crush.

Nothing wrong, just Orihime looking up to a replacement for her brother Sora.

After all, they act like siblings.

Ichigo only regards her as a sister he needs to protect, just a friend like everyone else. His heart doesn’t decide for him.

He is only acting like the big brother he is.

Plus, she is more like a friend than a sister. Nothing more…

No one ships them, after all they are so gross.

There bond is nothing compared to his-soulmate-obviously.

And her love is so superficial, it’s so pitiful to look at a love that won’t bloom.

A love that is so delusional and fruitless.

But whatever-you know-if you couldn’t detect the sarcasm.

P.S.

Ichigo has orange hair and Orihime has chestnut brown, if they look like siblings blame it on your conclusions.

Read the manga properly, lovely. Because this makes me so very sad.

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Queen to…

Genre: General

Rating: K

Pairing(s): Stydia

Excerpt: He thought about when he was trying to explain the supernatural world to his father, the way the pieces lined up, easy to place because at that point it was only just werewolves and hunters, and yeah, the kanima, but still, things were easier back then before he thought he lost his mind and things weren’t just a game anymore.

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I was in love with a girl who I’d never even met… I stayed up until 3am on school nights just to hear her voice. I talked to her every moment possible. There were times when I wanted to hold her in my arms, and let her know that there was no other place I’d rather be. Distance stopped me from it. I loved a girl that I never even touched skin with. Or kissed. We made plans to see each other. They never happend. I was forced to stop talking to her. It’s been hard since then. Listening to her voice, hearing her say my name, seeing her smile… Oh god I miss that. I never had fallen for somebody so fast. I have to admit, I miss her. My heart broke. But I believe things happen for a reason. Maybe it’s the wrong time. I don’t know. But I cherish the time I had with her. I’m over it though, its just amazing you know? I loved a girl I’d never even met.. Crazy isnt it? What life can do.
—  A little something I wrote a while back. we-were-young-and-pretty

“…It feels like, it feels like things are kind of pointless sometimes and um it feels like you’re walking through all these rainy days and it’s never getting brighter. And I want you to know that every single one of us in this room has gone through that too, and we will continue to have to fight those battles our entire lives. But, but, when this happens to you, please, please, if there’s one thing you remember from tonight, I want you to look in the mirror and instead of telling yourself that you should be like someone else, or you should be something you’re not, or you should know the answers to questions that you don’t know yet, I want you to look in the mirror and remind yourself of what you are and what you are not, alright? You are not someone else’s opinion of you. You are not, you are not damaged goods if you’ve made mistakes. You’re not going nowhere just because you haven’t arrived at your final destination yet. Those are the things you’re not. Let me tell you what you are, alright? You are your own definition of beautiful and worthwhile; that’s what you are. You are someone who is wiser because they made mistakes and you are someone who I consider to be brave if you’ve taken the risks that it takes to make mistakes in your life. That’s what you are. And lastly, you are a person has gone through tough times, who has had insecurities, who has felt out of place, who could be going through any of those things right now, but instead you decided to put one foot in front of the other, move on with things, and go have the best time ever at a concert on a Saturday night, that’s what you are! And I am a person who has had something said about me that wasn’t true, I have read things on headlines that felt wrong, and I always had you to count on. And so I had the courage to move to a new city and cut my hair, and go to London, and write a song with an artist I had always admired, her name is Imogen Heap, and the song that we wrote together is called Clean…” Part of Taylor’s Clean Speech, 6.13.15

At the same time

malmequers said:  Thank you for your opinion on “the brothel” scene. But why was it so hard for Jamie to not rut with the whores? I mean he had remained a virgin for so long even though he was tempted. And he takes his wedding vows seriously even when tempted by Laoghhire(sorry if I wrote her name wrong) so, why was he having difficulty in that scene? And then he tells Claire he wants to use her as a whore! I’m just trying to understand Jamie’s feelings and thoughts.

Hi malmequers - thanks for your ask!

I think it comes down to the fact that in this scene, Jamie realizes he has a profound emotional connection with his beloved Claire - but he also has the physical needs and desires of a 23-year-old man. He knows that there are times when he and Claire need tenderness, or gentleness - lovemaking - and that there are also times when he and Claire need something more physical.

He’s still just trying to figure out what it means that he can feel both a deep love for Claire - which makes him want to cherish her - and a deep lust for Claire - which makes him want to mmph her.

“I always thought it would be a simple matter to lie wi’ a woman,” he said softly. “And yet… I want to fall on my face at your feet and worship you"—he dropped the towel and reached out, taking me by the shoulders—"and still I want to force ye to your knees before me, and hold ye there wi’ my hands tangled in your hair, and your mouth at my service… and I want both things at the same time, Sassenach.”
He ran his hands up under my hair and gripped my face between them, hard. "I dinna understand myself at all, Sassenach!”

– Jamie to Claire, Dragonfly in Amber

And because Claire is Jamie’s true match - because she is his heart - she feels the same mix of emotions. But unlike Jamie, because Claire *is* more experienced, she has a better understanding of the differences.

Knowing that she feels the same way - and telling Jamie that she feels the same way - is just another link that binds them together.

“Do you think it’s different for me? Do you think I don’t feel the same?” I demanded. “That I don’t sometimes want to bite you hard enough to taste blood, or claw you ‘til you cry out?”
…“Sometimes I want to ride you like a wild horse, and bring you to the taming—did you know that? I can do it, you know I can. Drag you over the edge and drain you to a gasping husk. I can drive you to the edge of collapse and sometimes I delight in it, Jamie, I do! And yet so often I want"—my voice broke suddenly and I had to swallow hard before continuing—"I want… to hold your head against my breast and cradle you like a child and comfort you to sleep.”

–Claire to Jamie, Dragonfly in Amber

When I Came Out

When I came out I was actually forced out. Mom found rather intimate letters I wrote to my college girlfriend and came to me about it one random night. I cried because I felt violated and attacked but 6 years later she’s the most accepting person in my entire family.

When I came out as pansexual, my mom told me it was “a phase because you hang out with gay people,” even though she has gay friends and even went to a lesbian wedding. When I came out as androgynous and wanted to be called “Shane” and not “Sabrina”, she wouldn’t take it. I wrote on a bio that my name was “Shane”, and wanted to show it to her. Her response was, “The name’s wrong, but everything else is good.” I wanted to cry…

When I came out in my 40s, I was surprised by how few people were really surprised. I thought I had done such a good job acting like I was straight. I am now 60 and my mother still thinks that I am just going through a phase.

When I came out, I was lucky to have the loving support of my family, friends, and my children. Now I am giving back to the GLBTIQ community, by helping others.

When I came out to my friends, nothing in my life really changed at all, and that’s more than I could have ever asked for.

When I came out it was to a room full of my drunken friends in a pub aged 17. None of them remembered so I had to do it all again the next day.

anonymous asked:

I think casting white for June is fine (I'm a person of color) it doesn't bug me tbh

As a person of colour too, I wasn’t too fussed with June being casted as white when I went into this fandom initially. However, seeing the effect characters like Tiana from Disney’s Frog Prince, and more recently, Tip from Dreamworks’ Home have on little black girls changed my mind pretty quickly. 

I feel like as people of colour, the fact that we rarely see ourselves represented, let alone be the leading character in any type of media has conditioned us to feel that it shouldn’t matter if we don’t see ourselves on screen. We’ve grown up to that but nevertheless, we know our worth and noone could change that. The thing that pains me the most though is seeing those who are younger having to go through all that too. The fact that we somehow have the power to bring about some change and give them the representation they deserve, then hell yea I’ll do all I can to do just that.

Now here’s my two cents about this whole fancast situation: 

I get why there’s some confusion so as to June’s ethnicity based on the passage above. She’s described as “Native, maybe, or Caucasian. Or something.” In Day’s eyes, it wasn’t apparent if June was fully Native or fully Caucasian and sadly, I don’t think her ethnicity was brought up again later in the trilogy. But don’t you see? The fandom’s confusion on June’s ethnicity isn’t based on personal opinion or who we envisioned while reading the book, etc. It was because freaking Day didn’t know himself and never bothered to ask (though please correct me if I’m wrong here). Now who should we look to in times of canon confusion? The queen herself, Marie Lu ofc. These are the stats she wrote for June during the early promotions of Legend: x

Birth Name: June Iparis
Age/Gender: 15/F
Height: 5 feet, 4 inches
Weight: 105 lbs
Blood Type: AB
Hair: Dark brown, long
Eyes: Brown, gold
Dominant Ethnicity: Native (or, in our modern-day non-Legend world, Native American)
Secondary Ethnicity: mix of a whole bunch of other races (June is a melting pot of ethnicities)

Now if that doesn’t look self-explanatory to you, go on and we should have a discussion about it :) Feel free to add in your own thoughts here. Apologies to you too anon for going off in a tangent here.