things i make when i have no fantasy

my piece for the @notyourpuppetsfanzine!!! I was sort of inspired by not only the bubble, but my own childhood/younger teen years/general time period of when I was in a uh, bad situation. I tended to “escape from reality” (gravity falls pun intended haha) by daydreaming, doing art, and coming up with stories. I thought about how I’d kind of feel when you wrap yourself up in that fun, fake world, and it just makes the real world and the reality of your situation feel worse. I mean yeah it’s nice to have an escape, just everything feels dull in comparison until you get a real escape and the world becomes as bright as your fantasies. anyway, this project was really such an amazing thing to work on- really, I can’t put into words how much it means to me, not only seeing it complete but by seeing the heartfelt response to it. I never thought people could care that much, but I guess people surprise you in the best ways sometimes. <3

I’m so disappointed when elves in fiction are merely immortal humans with pointy ears, and dwarves are just short humans with beards. Perhaps others enjoy it, but I am bored of banal human conflicts and vices projected ad nauseam onto supposedly inhuman races. 

I want to see things that really make me believe elves and dwarves and other fantasy races aren’t just disguised humans. Show me strange biology, incomprehensible minds, impossible virtues and unthinkable sins, oddities and curiosities of all kinds. 

I think that’s what drew me to Tolkien’s races, who have exactly those kinds of quirks that set them apart from ordinary humans - like dwarves having only 1/3 of their race female, or elves being capable of telepathy. I love fic that explores the consequences of these strange characteristics most of all.

Final Fantasy 15 Characters as Cats

Ignis Scientia - aka Catnis (thanks @stephicness)

Gladiolus Amicita aka  Gladimeowlus Pawcita (thanks against Steph for the first name)

Prompto Argentum aka Pawto Purrgentum

Noctis Lucis Caelum aka Meowtis (also Sleepy Bean)

Ravus Nox Fleuret aka Purrvus Nox Flearet

Lunafreya Nox Fleuret aka Tunafreya Nox Flearet

Cor Leonis aka The Lion

Nyx Ulric aka Tabby-boy

Ardyn Izunia aka Pawdyn (Colonel Meow!)

So the Ignis one I found while searching for cute things to make me feel better. The thought of that cat makes me think of Ignis. Like plucking off his glasses to better glare at Noctis for not eating his veggies. And then I was like man I wonder what the others would be if they were cats. So yeah we have Final Fantasy 15 characters as cats. Also why not combine two of my favorite things???

@miss-scientia @iinkpools @stephicness

note: OMO I can’t believe how popular this is!!! To whoever mentioned about now Regis I couldn’t think of what cat he would be!!

Yes I read all your tags because they often are FUNNY! So when reblog use funny tags! Like Tunafreya is a awesome pet name!!

☣VILLAIN meme☣

Response to the HERO meme here.

  • “You didn’t think it would be that easy, did you?”
  • “Oh, little bug caught in my web… you really made this too easy.”
  • “Everyone is so noble in the beginning, but they learn and they lose.”
  • “Hope is a fool’s opiate.”
  • “I’ve come this far, and I certainly won’t let a little nothing like you get in my way now!”
  • “You think it’s so easy judging me. You know nothing of the real world. I am only acting on instinct.”
  • “The meek shall inherit nothing, they are meek for a reason.”
  • “Destruction is a part of the natural order of things, yet everyone fights it. I plan on making it easy on you all.”
  • “I deserve all the praise and power, and you will all suffer for it!”
  • “No one gets in my way and survives.”
  • “The fool that is stupid enough to betray me won’t live to do it again.”
  • “The law didn’t include me when it was made, so it doesn’t apply to me now.”
  • “It’s all their fault for falling for the lie. They have only to blame themselves!”
  • “I never loved you… you pretended to hear what you wanted, and created your own fantasy. I used you, and you willingly accepted.”
  • “Join me, and you will have everything you possibly could want. Stand against me, and you’ll regret it.”
  • “You lost it all!”
  • “No sad story made me this way, I am just stronger, smarter, and deserving. Others are little bugs beneath my heel.”
  • “Give me everything I ask for, and MORE!”
  • “I gave you everything, and this is how you repay me?!”
  • “I will rise above, and you will die for what you did to me!”
  • “You think your little pack of boyscouts can intimidate me? Come at me!”
  • “I’m feeling generous today. You get the first shot. After that, start running.”
  • “You people are all COWARDS! You were just BEGGING for me to do this.”
  • “Where’s your savior now?”
  • “Blood is thicker than water, but kerosene is the answer.”
  • “I killed your _____ and now I’m going to kill you.”
  • “Oh, sweetling. Your mother/father never loved you. That’s why you turned to me.”
  • “You’re my possession, and I don’t want other people touching MY things!”
  • “Money won’t save you. Don’t insult me. I want your soul.”
  • “Beg for me. Beg for your life. Beg for your family’s life… “
  • “Very good try. But let’s see them try and stop this—”
  • “Power belongs to those that take it, but that’s the easy part. KEEPING it takes blood and death, paid in buckets.”
  • “He/She is dead. I am the leader now. Swear fealty or you will join them.”
  • “Go and criticize me, you know you wish you had my power. But you can’t have it, and it KILLS you. Rather… I will.”
  • “All those that don’t bow to me will be put in chains!”
  • “Kill them all! Burn everything to the ground! Leave NOTHING behind!”
  • “I don’t want power or money. I just want to destroy things. Just because.”
  • “I don’t have to explain my motives to you. You wouldn’t understand anyway.”

masteringastronomy  asked:

oh ok! I just figured, if there are male and female dwarves but they can't tell which is which (and don't care, socially) you'd end up with about half of all long-term couples being infertile. so I figured, if you're in a fertile couple and your sibling is in an infertile couple, you'd have like five kids and raise them together with your sibling and their spouse, then maybe when they get older some of them go live with your sibling full-time. so dwarves live in big family groups.

Ahh I Iove that concept, Dwarven Utopia is my new favourite thing to daydream about. Thankyou for sharing!

(Making public because everyone loves Thoughts on Fantasy Dwarves ~ )

raythebrutallyhonestguy  asked:

I saw your blog and I must ask one thing for people I know: Why didn't they take the eagles? It's a question, not a way to piss you off.

Hello! Thank you for asking.  :D Gotta love the Eagles.

Lots of reasons!!! 

We all know that the fantasy genre is all about suspending your disbelief. When you’re reading a work of fantasy, you can accept anything….as long as it’s given an explanation that’s consistent with its world’s rules.  The explanation doesn’t have to perfect, it just has make enough sense for us to buy it. The “real” reason the Ring can’t be destroyed by an axe is because then we wouldn’t have a movie. “The Ring can only be destroyed in the Fires of Mount Doom because Evil Power Magic”–we accept that because it’s the premise of the film. “The Fellowship can’t take the Eagles to Mordor because these reasons”; that’s also something we’re supposed to accept. 

And the thing with the eagles is…we are given plenty of acceptable reasons/explanations? Reasons that might not be perfectly realistic (because nothing in fiction is perfectly realistic) , but are logical enough for you to suspend your disbelief.

In fact:

Hey, any fellow Tolkien Dorcs! 

Reblog this post with Reasons why the Fellowship couldn’t have taken the eagles to Mordor?

If you feel like it. You don’t have to but it could be fun.

My favorite is:

1) Mordor has tons of Anti-Eagle Defenses, making it impossible to enter by eagle

As screenwriter Philippa Boyens said during the film’s commentary: 

 "Why does everyone always say that(they could’ve taken the eagles)?! The flying Nazgûl on their Fell Beasts would have stopped them! How much more obvious does that need to be?! Mordor has flying creatures too!“

Originally posted by mirkokosmos

And in addition to the Fell Beasts/Nazgul, Mordor has plenty of orc archers at the ready. This is the universe where even a  powerful dragon like Smaug could be killed by a single arrow.  (Just one arrow! Killing a dragon ten times the size of a Great Eagle, and covered in armor-scales!) The book The Hobbit confirms that eagles fear archers, because arrows can grievously wound them. Gwaihir, the Lord of the Eagles, nearly died from an arrow wound.

 And even if you don’t buy that a single normal arrow could kill an Eagle (which it could) remember that Mordor weapons are often poisoned (like the arrows that nearly killed Faramir) or cursed (like the Morgul Blades the Ringwraiths carry, or in the Hobbit-film-canon the “Morgul Shaft” arrow that almost kills Kili.)  And Mordor has catapults! 

“But we see the Eagles in the Battle of the Black Gate and they seem to hold their own against the Fell Beasts!” Yeah, but 1) most of Sauron’s ground troops are occupied with fighting Gondor’s army– so there are no archers to shoot the eagles. 2) Sure, the Eagles can fight the Fell Beasts…..but would they be able to do it while people are balancing on their backs????????? Watch that final battle scene again and imagine Frodo on one of the Eagle’s backs, flopping around trying to hold on as the Eagle does all those cool spiraling-sideways and upside-down moves. Frodo would fall off and die. Splat. The end. Roll credits. 

There’s also the fact that “the broil of poisonous fumes”  Sauron creates can’t be all that safe to fly in.

TL;DR: A flock of eagles isn’t discreet– they couldn’t sneak in. They’d be spotted from miles away. 

And a military tens of thousands strong excited to begin war, thousands of archers, skies full of poisonous fumes, the War-Bats referenced in the Hobbit (book and film) and at least nine horrific-dragon beasts…all the might of Mordor…would fall upon on the group at once.

Only one Eagle would need to die for the Fellowship’s mission to fail– Frodo’s. And with all Mordor attacking them, either it or Frodo certainly would. 

I leave you with this:

Glowing Love

Originally posted by theb2knetwork

So, the reason this was written before my next “In Training” fic, is because I was pondering ideas with @i-kneel-for-king-loki and we both have a fantasy that’s been lying around in our minds for YEARS. So, I decided, “Hey, why don’t I make our dreams come true and write this fantasy up and make it come to life?” And well.. Tada! 

Original Fantasy: Making love with Jeff Hardy while being covered in glow paint like his is in his old entrance. 

Description: Jeff Hardy and his friend are playing around with glow paint and things turn sexual when the painting becomes a bit more intimate than they thought it would. Jeff reveals his feelings for her, because she’s artistic and outgoing just like he is, which causes him to feel drawn to her. 

Rating: Mature 

Category: Fluffy, Passionate Smut

Warnings: Smutty Goodness. 

Notes: Minimal help with editing and beta reading by the very lovely partner of mine, @imagines–assemble. Love you sis! 


Matt arched a brow as he walked into his brother’s art studio that he had in his home. He smirked and crossed his arms over his chest as he saw Jeff with their friend, Y/n. 

The older Hardy knew that this was a day that Jeff wouldn’t keep quiet about. The day in question, was the day that Jeff finally had free time to invite you over to his place. You were to explore the many wonders of glow paint, because you’d told Jeff how much you loved when he used to come out in his entrance with glow paint. 

Matt continued to watch as Jeff was setting out the different colored paints. Granted, the room was pitch dark, but it was lit up with black lights to make the paint have the best look. He chuckled when you’d snuck up on Jeff and put a handprint of the green glow paint on Jeff’s side, adding color to the younger Hardy’s Retro Hardy tee that he’d cut into a tank top.

Jeff looked at the small hand print as it was glowing neon green. “Oh you’re in for it now, darlin’.” He grinned. 

Your eyes widened and you squealed, trying to get away from him. You didn’t get far though as you felt your tattooed friend pick you up with ease and smear neon pink paint all along the sides of the Reborn By Fate tank top you were wearing.  

Matt chuckled. “The hell are you two doin’? I thought you were painting.” He shook his head as he gestured to your bodies. 

Jeff smirked at his older brother. “Oh we are. We’re just painting-” He was interrupted as you’d thrown some of the yellow paint at him and it made a splat on the side of his face, so he’d paused in his reply to his brother. He was brought back when he heard your giggles. “-each other…” He mumbled and glanced over at you. 

Matt nodded. “Right…Well, don’t go killin’ each other.” He waved and left the studio, shutting the door behind him as he left you two alone.

The enigma crossed his arms over his chest. “Alright, alright. Yeah, you’re being cute, but-” He was cut off again, only this time, he was actually facing you, so when you flicked paint at him, it splattered on his face. He closed his eyes and then opened them to look at you. “That does it! C’mere you!” He lunged for you. 

You screamed and ran to escape his grasp. “No! Jeff! I-I’m sorry!” You yelped as you were suddenly met with your own face getting splattered with paint. You pouted and crossed your arms as if you were having a tantrum. “So not cool…” You grumbled. You couldn’t remain angry or upset though when you heard Jeff’s outburst of laughter from across the room.

“You’re lucky that I love you so much as a friend, Hardy.” You smirked and licked your lips.

Jeff grinned. “Oh yeah?” He leaned down and got some neon purple paint as he managed to sneak up behind you. You weren’t paying attention and he took advantage as he spanked you. The action left a purple handprint right on one of the cheeks of your denim shorts.

The sudden smack on your ass causing you to yelp and jump. Your eyes grew a bit wide as you walked over to one of the tall mirrors he kept in his studio. Peeking at your ass, you see a bright purple handprint on your left cheek. You couldn’t help but to flush bright red. 

Jeff couldn’t help but to laugh. ‘She’s got a pretty nice ass, considering what I felt when I smacked it.’ He thought to himself. His eyes grew wide when he saw you coming at him with the pink paint. “Noo, no no. Don’t even-!” He was silenced as you had ran over with a cup that you managed to grab that was lying around and splash it right on the front of his shirt, causing a drip effect down it.

You grinned triumphantly and crossed your arms over your chest, sticking your tongue out at him playfully. You squealed as he began walking towards you with the purple paint. “N-no! Let’s just paint like we planned, Jeffers!”

Jeff grinned devilishly. “That ship sailed when you splattered glow paint on my face, Y/n.” He grabbed you tightly and started to trail his fingers all over your sides and arms, tickling you. 

You screamed and bursted out in giggles as he tickled you. You grabbed onto his arms as you tried to keep your balance. You had almost fallen when you tripped over something, but Jeff had caught you. The only thing about the way Jeff had caught you, was.. Well, his hands were gripping your backside firmly, so now you had a pair of his handprints on the back of your shorts.

Jeff took a deep breath and bit his lip as he realized how close in proximity you two were. Your faces were only a few inches apart. He flushed lightly. “Guess I should’ve been more careful when ticklin’ you, darlin’.” He said softly.

You nodded slightly and bit your bottom lip shyly. “Y-Yeah…” You whispered. You felt butterflies swarming your stomach. The odd thing was, you weren’t sure why. Jeff called you ‘darlin’’ pretty often, but maybe the closeness also caused the sudden nerves to come up.

Jeff shook his head, firmly wrapping an arm around your lower back as he rose his free hand to your chin. Using his thumb to gently drag your bottom lip from your teeth, he gazed into your eyes deeply. “Y/n…You’re so beautiful, even covered in paint like this…” He spoke in a gentle tone.

You flushed deeply and gasped softly as you were rather surprised at his compliment. He’d never shown interest in you before…That you know of at least. “J-Jeff?” You said, barely audible.

The colorful enigma shook his head and smiled softly. “Shh…I-I have to tell you…” He paused as he took a deep breath to get the courage to flow inside him. “Y/n, I-I love you…”

You smiled softly. “I love you too, Jeff.” You were puzzled as to why he made it seem so important, but you soon got your answer.

Jeff chuckled and shook his head, using his hand to caress the side of your neck. “No, I mean…I love you…More than just a friend, Y/n…” He spoke a bit more shakily this time. He was terrified that he had the possibility of losing you because of the confession of his feelings for you.

You smiled brightly and reached a hand to his chest. “I love you too, Jeff…More than a-…” You spoke softly, but then you were interrupted by Jeff’s lips crashing against yours in a passionate kiss that took your breath away.

Jeff’s heart leaped in his chest. His heart telling him to just fucking kiss you already, which is why he interrupted you. The arm wrapped around your lower back pulled you even closer so your bodies were pressed together. His hand caressing the side of your neck, making the kiss deeper as he kissed you as if you were the one supplying his oxygen and he’d die without your lips.

He used his thumb to stroke your cheek lovingly, gently breaking the kiss, panting softly to get fresh air into his lungs. Jeff leaned down and rested his forehead against yours, gazing into your eyes as he continued to stroke your cheek. “You’re so amazing, Y/n…You’re artistic, beautiful, creative…No way in hell are you boring…You’re…You’re just perfect to me, darlin’…” He whispered.

You couldn’t help how deep red you flushed as you gazed into his eyes. You were left speechless. You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out. You had reduced to a puddle under his gaze, and you had no idea how to get back to your normal self. Instead of speaking, you took to your actions. Grabbing him with both your hands, you grasped the sides of his neck and pulling him in for a desperate kiss.

Jeff’s eyes widened briefly, he wasn’t used to you being this forward with him. Slowly closing his eyes as he returned the kiss. He bit at your bottom lip and tugged gently. Grunting as he felt himself getting excited and aroused, forcing himself to break the kiss. “I-I’m not sure if I can control myself…” He whispered. 

You bit your lip and nodded, breaking away from him, to his and your own disappointment. You walked over and grabbed the supply of the purple and green glow paint and made your way back to him.

Jeff tilted his head in confusion. He was aware that you both shared the same favorite colors, which were obviously purple and green. However, that still didn’t explain this gesture.

You saw the confusion dancing across Jeff’s features and smirked. Reaching for him after you set the paints down, you tugged his tank top off and tossed it aside. Afterwards, you leaned down and dipped your hands in the paint, one in green, the other in purple. Walking up close to him, you placed your hands on his chest, splayed out to leave your handprints clearly. As you did that, you leaned in and kissed him deeply, earning a soft groan from the enigma. 

Jeff gently broke the kiss and dipped his own hands in the paint like you did. He placed his hands over your breasts through the tank top you had on, only to pull them back. He removed your shirt, tossing it aside, and then quickly getting more paint, grasping your ass cheeks firmly through the denim of your shorts. The action causing him to pull you flush to his body, he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours, keeping a firm grasp on you.

You gasped softly, moaning faintly into the kiss, only to have your sounds swallowed by your friend. You couldn’t believe this was happening. It seemed too surreal, especially when you’d actually had a dream involving Jeff and his glow paint.

Jeff slowly walked you towards the wall, pressing you against the wall, his hips pinning you there as his hands kneaded at your cheeks. Gently breaking the kiss again, he smiled confidently and chuckled softly when he heard a whimper escape you. “Shh…Don’t worry, baby girl…Gotta make sure we get enough air, right?”

You giggled softly and nodded, biting your lip.

Jeff let a small growl escape him as he saw you biting your lip. “God…You have no Idea what that does to me, sweetheart…” He whispered and reached behind you to unclasp your bra, letting it fall to the floor. Biting his own lip, he dipped his hands in the purple glow paint this time, getting behind you and pressing himself against you from behind. Both hands reached and grabbed your breasts, kneading them gently. Jeff earned himself the most beautiful moans from you. As he did this, he began to roll his hips, grinding himself against you from behind. 

You gasped and laid your head back. “Hahh…J-Jeff…Mmnh.. P-please…” You whimpered as you placed your own hands over his as you grinded together.

The enigma grinned triumphantly as he heard your pleas. He leaned down and nibbled at your earlobe, whispering. “Shh…Don’t worry, baby girl…I’d never leave you hangin’.”

You nodded and purred softly as he moved from your earlobe, trailing kisses down to your neck. The glow paint there smeared on his luscious lips as he kissed and nibbled at your neck. He began to suckle on a specific spot, determined to leave his mark on you. 

Jeff groaned as he felt your plump ass grinding and wiggling back against him. He broke away from you and panted softly. “Fuck…I need to see the body I’ve fantasized about for years…I can’t wait any longer, Y/n.”

You nodded and reached down, undoing your shorts and slowly bending over to push them down your legs, revealing a dark purple thong.

Jeff groaned and licked his lips. “Fuckin’ little minx…You know what that color does to me…” He grinned and made quick strides to you, picking you up and grasping your cheeks firmly. “I knew you had a nice ass, baby girl…” He murmured and frowned when you decided to jump down from his arms.

You giggled and licked your lips. Getting down on your knees in front of him, you unbuckled his belt and undid the jeans he had on. Tugging them down roughly, you giggled as you noticed he had on boxers that matched your lingerie. Smirking, you gazed up at him. “And I’m the tease, huh?” You tilted your head in question.

Jeff chuckled and shrugged. “You know very well by now, Y/n that purple is my top color.” He grinned. “Besides, you had matching lingerie, so you’re-…O-oh fuck…” He trailed off when he felt your small hand rubbing his member methodically through his boxers.

You smiled softly, biting your lip. “Mmn…I can’t wait to see this, Jeff…As many times as I’ve dreamt of your lips against mine… I’ve also had wet dreams of your size…”

Jeff grunted and thrusted his bulge into your palm. “Y-Yeah? I hope I don’t disappoint you, baby girl…”

You bit your lip as you reached for the waistband of his boxers, sliding your fingertips under the waistband and tugging them down. You blushed deeply when his cock bobbed out and whimpered softly. With a shaky hand, you wrapped your fingers around his girth and slowly began to stroke his length, gazing up at him with innocent eyes. 

Jeff bit his lip hard. “Fuck…” He breathed out and tilted his head as he gazed down into your eyes. “Even just your hand feels good, baby…I can’t wait until I get to feel more.” He grunted and began to thrust his hips, thrusting against your strokes. “Mmn…” He took a deep, shaky breath and tilted his head back.

You began to focus on his cock now, wanting to give him as much pleasure as possible. Licking your lips as you saw the beading pre cum starting to form at the slit of the head. You leaned forward and gave it it a brief kitten lick, earning a soft groan of approval from the beautiful man.

Jeff watched you as he leaned back on the wall before reaching to pull your hair back in a makeshift ponytail, getting the glow paint in your hair as well. “Now, you don’t have to do th-…” He gasped and bit his lip hard, panting as he watched you take his cock into your hot, wet cavern slowly, inch by inch. “F-Fuck…Y/n…Th-that’s it, baby girl…” He kept his mouth open in an ‘o’ shape as he heard you gag softly. “D-don’t force yourself to take it all if you can’t, baby.” He said softly, using the hand that wasn’t holding your hair back to reach down and stroke your cheek.

You nodded in response as you had most of his length in your mouth. Moaning softly around him as you realized his cock was pulsing in your mouth.

Jeff licked his dry lips, panting softly. “L-look at me, baby girl…I need to be sure I’m not fuckin’ dreamin’. I need to see those beautiful eyes…”

You gazed up at him with soft eyes as you used your tongue to swirl around his cock. Hollowing out your cheeks as you sucked on him like a lollipop.

The younger Hardy gasped and groaned rather loudly. “Oh fuck…S-such a good girl… Mmn…” He licked his lips again and panted softly. He realized how vulnerable he was, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.

You noticed Jeff was distracted as he was in his own personal throes of bliss. Taking advantage of this brief moment, you began to relax your throat, accepting more and more of his length, gagging softly as the head of his cock finally hit the back of your throat.

Jeff gasped loudly. “Fuck! B-baby girl…D-did you just…fucking hell…” He groaned and tilted his head back as he began thrusting his hips slowly, face fucking you. He bit his lip harder as he looked back down at the beautiful woman accepting his cock into her hot little mouth. “S-such a good girl…Look at you…Taking my cock so beautifully…God, you look beautiful, Y/n…” 

You whimpered softly and reached a hand down, sliding your hand down between your legs. Moving your thong aside, you began to stroke your fingers along your already soaked lower lips. Moaning softly around his girth.

Jeff gasped, having felt the vibrations of your moans around him, catching his attention. Gazing down at you as you bobbed your head, he noticed you were touching yourself. Being a gentleman, he couldn’t handle the fact that you were helping him get off, but he wasn’t helping you. He growled, causing you to pull your mouth from his cock, licking your lips as you gazed up at him.

“Everything alright? D-Did I do someth-” You were cut off as he hefted you up and carried you over to the draft table he had, laying you down on it. His lips were pressed to yours as his paint covered hands massaged and kneaded your breasts. You arched your back and moaned softly, the kiss breaking, which made him travel kisses along the column of your neck.

Jeff pressed kisses all along your throat and chest before reaching your breasts. He continued to knead them in his hands as he mouthed kisses over the top of your breasts. He panted softly as he began kissing down your stomach, trailing his paint covered fingers along the soft flesh, leaving finger trails of the glow paint, mostly the purple glow paint.

You bit your lip as you propped up on your elbows to gaze down at him as you watched him admire and worship your body. It made you feel so wonderful.

The younger Hardy looked up at you, having reached your legs as he knelt down, spreading your legs as he massaged your outer thighs, meanwhile, he trailed tender kisses along the insides of each thigh. “How’d I get so lucky to even have a friend like you, Y/n? It puzzles me…You’ve been there with me through all of it. Even when I was struggling, never once did you look down on me or leave my side…” He whispered softly as he felt tears brimming his eyes.

You sat up slowly and briefly kissed him. “I’d never give up on you, my colorful enigma…You mean so much to me, I wish words could help me in explaining it, but they can’t…” You whispered softly as you caressed his face in your small palms. 

Jeff smiled lovingly as he gazed at you. Grabbing your wrist gently, he turned his head to kiss your palm. “I know, that’s why I need to show you how much everything that you’ve ever done for me…means to me.” He leaned in, his head between your thighs now as he moved the fabric of your thong aside, licking a long, slow trail up your slit.

You gasped loudly and laid back down, your back against the draft table again as you propped up on your elbows again. You’d be damned if you didn’t see him as he went down on you.

Holy shit…” He spoke breathily and licked his lips as he savored your essence. “I’m positive that I just found an addiction I’d be proud of…” He grinned as he looked up at you.

You giggled softly, biting your fingernail shyly and lifting a leg to go over his shoulder. “Mmn…Yeah? Maybe you should get another taste before you decide, handsome.” You said softly.

Jeff smirked and licked his lips hungrily, looking between your legs as he practically dived in. He kissed your lower set of lips and hungrily delved his tongue in deeply as he devoured your dripping cunt. He continued his ministrations with his devilish, yet wonderful tongue.

The enigma certainly could work you into a frenzy with the wet muscle of his deep inside your pussy. He smiled against your lips as he watched you arch your back in pleasure. Reaching his hand to splay out on your lower abdomen, he used his thumb to reach above where his lips were hungrily feasting on you, rubbing furious circles over your sensitive clit.

You cried out as Jeff ate you out. “Ah! J-Jeff!” Whimpering as you began to breathe heavily, you watched him keep his concentration solely on pleasuring you with everything he had in him. Reaching a hand down as he had both of your legs over his shoulders, you tangled your fingers in his hair, the action causing streaks of paint to coat his locks. Your other hand gently caressed his cheek, rubbing it softly as you watched him.

Jeff gazed up into your eyes, his beautiful hazel eyes shimmering as he enjoyed every drop of your juices. He was relentless with his tongue as he feasted on you and slurped up any sign of juices that showed. It was as if he was a man dying of thirst and starving for you. 

Feeling you gripping his hair firmly and tugging on it roughly as he noticed you squirming, he knew you had to be close to an orgasm. He was aching to taste those juices that he’d been the reason for. Moving his hands to grip the outsides of your thighs firmly, he dug the blunt of his fingernails into your soft flesh. Delving his tongue in as deep as he possibly could, Jeff even used his nose to nudge against the sensitive bundle of nerves.

Crying out as the most earth-shattering orgasm you’ve ever had washed over your body, leaving you a panting, moaning mess. “J-Jeff!” Whimpering as Jeff made damn sure that he didn’t miss a single drop of your juices.

Jeff smirked and eagerly licked up any juices that were dripping from you. He growled deeply and pulled away from your cunt, licking his lips happily. Closing his eyes as he savored the sweetness of your essence.

Fuck…I’ll never get enough of that to quench my thirst for you, darlin’…And, I can honestly say that I’m proud to have an addiction to you…” He murmured and picked you up, lying you on the floor. Having a tarp laid out so the floor wouldn’t get paint on it, he shoved his boxers off and tossed them aside. Quickly getting on his knees to tug your thong off and tossing it aside as well. He was just way too eager to be inside of you.

The rainbow haired warrior was just terrified that this was an all too vivid dream and that he’d wake up without you there. He bit his lip as he let his paint covered hands roam along the curves and dips of your beautiful, paint covered body. He felt as if he was admiring the most beautiful piece of artwork he’d ever laid his eyes on.

Biting your lip, you gazed up at him, feeling shivers go up your spine at his gentle touch, causing you to whimper softly. You realized the gaze of his eyes roaming your body and flushed deeply, feeling self conscious of your body now. However, looking at his eyes, you noticed his hazel eyes glimmering with admiration and awe as he took in every inch of your body. He’d seen your body before when you painted together, having your shirt ride up or something. But he also knew about the scars you had. You shivered as you felt him trace his fingers over any scars that you had, and feeling as his fingers ran along every curve and contour of your flesh.

Jeff took a deep breath and finally breathed out. “So beautiful…So gorgeous…” He was in a daze as he worshipped and admired your body. 

You blushed bright red and gazed up at him. “Jeff…As much as I’m loving your adoration over my body right now…I-I really need you, babe…” You said softly, being shy again.

Jeff bit his lip and nodded. “Right! S-Sorry about that, darlin’…” He chuckled softly and blushed lightly. Lifting one of your legs to rest on his shoulder, he gently nudged your other leg to open up more for him. Biting his lip as he focused on his cock, Jeff held onto the base of his length before pressing the head to your cunt. Slowly, he began to slide in. Screwing his eyes shut, he gasped as he felt your tight heat accepting him inch by inch. “F-Fuuck…” He groaned and looked up at you, seeing you gasping and clawing at the tarp you were laid on, whimpering.

A-Ah! J-Jeff…s-so big!” You screwed your eyes shut and arched your back as you felt him slowly sliding in still. You were panting softly as you tried to relax.

Jeff noticed your struggle, panting softly himself as it took every ounce of him to reign in his control. He reached one hand up and gently placed his hand on the side of your neck, his thumb resting over your throat. Finally, he was seated inside you completely. Leaning down, gently pressing a loving kiss to your plump lips. “Shh… S’alright, baby girl…I’m all in now, but I need you to relax for me, alright?”

You slowly opened your eyes, licking your dried lips at the sight you were greeted with. Jeff’s beautiful eyes gazed at you with the utmost love and adoration, along with concern because of how you seemed uncomfortable. You nodded at him briefly and took a deep breath, managing to get yourself to relax for him. The slight pain eased away and turned into pleasure, causing a sudden moan to escape your lips.

Jeff grunted as he felt your body relax, feeling your walls open up just slightly for him. “Mmn…Fuck, such a good girl…Feels good, hm?” He chuckled softly when you nodded. “Yeah?” He bit his lip, slowly easing himself out, then thrusting back in, earning him a gasp and a small whisper of ‘fuck’ to fall from your lips. “My god, baby girl…You’re still so tight…Squeezing around my cock so beautifully…Feels so fuckin’ good, Y/n…” He spoke softly.

You whimpered and reached your hands to grasp at his waist firmly as he started to pick up a rhythm for his thrusts. You couldn’t help but already be close to another orgasm. Jeff’s voice alone was rather arousing, and the way it sounded as he was over you like this, just…Well, somehow it managed to sound even sexier. You dug your fingernails into his hips, panting, whimpering, and moaning for him as he continued to thrust. 

“Ah! G-gonna…” You squeezed your eyes shut.

Jeff shook his head. “Baby girl, look at me when you cum…I want…No, I need to see your face when you cum…” He watched as you opened your eyes and a cry of his name left your luscious lips, feeling as you came apart around his length for the first time. “Fuck…Such a gorgeous sight…” He said as he was in awe.

You bit your lip shyly, trying to catch your breath.

Jeff smiled softly, turning his head to gently press his lips against your ankle before moving your legs to wrap around his waist. “Fuck, I need to be closer to my girl…” He smirked when he saw you get flustered when he said that. Leaning down to hover right over you, pulling out and thrusting back in roughly, both of you gasping. “Mmn… Feels so good…You gonna be my girl, Y/n?” He asked softly as he was only inches from your face, waiting patiently for your answer.

You couldn’t believe that the Jeff Hardy, your best friend of many years, was asking you to be his. You felt tears brimming your eyes, caressing his face in your hands, nodding quickly. “O-Of course I’ll be your girl, Jeff…” You whispered softly, gazing into his eyes. Your own eyes were shining with unshed tears before you pulled him down into a deep, passion filled kiss.

Jeff moaned into the kiss as his heart began beating a bit faster. He gripped onto your hips tightly, driving himself home deep inside you. He never knew what feeling complete felt like until now. Even as you two made love, even in his favorite room of his house, you made him feel whole. He gently broke the kiss, panting softly. “You feel so fucking good, baby girl…I-I’m not sure I can last much longer…” He murmured, leaning in and going after your neck to mark you with love bites.

You whimpered softly, gasping as you felt yourself on the cusp of yet another orgasm. “J-Jeff…G-gonna cum again, babe…” You bit your lip hard.

Jeff held you close to him, your bodies pressed as close together as possible. “Cum with me, baby girl…Just let go for me… Fuck…Please…” He grunted as he moaned out your name, releasing his cum deep inside you when he felt your walls squeeze around his cock and you came undone with him. 

You panted heavily and held him close before pulling his face down. Firmly caressing his face in your hands, you pulled him into a deep, breathtaking kiss.

Jeff perked up when he heard the door open. 

“Hey Jeffro! I’m here to help you and Y/n with the-” He paused and grinned, seeing you two intertwined on the floor, covered in mostly purple and green glow paint. “Maybe it’s a good thing I was late.. You guys look like a couple of hormonal teenagers.” He smirked, crossing his arms over his chest. “And how fitting that I see mostly purple and green glow paint!”

Jeff growled. “Oh shut it, Moore.”

You giggled and hid your face a bit.

Shannon laughed. “How was she, Hardy? Willing to share ‘er sometime?”

Jeff snarled. “Fuck off, Shan! She’s mine!”

Shannon grinned, knowing the protective nature he had over you was always there, but now it’d be much worse.

Jeff stood up, tossing his tank top and your shorts at you, looking around for your lingerie but having no luck.

Shannon grinned. “About time you two got together…” He murmured and perked up a brow when something caught his eye. He grinned devilishly. “Well, what have we here?” He chuckled and walked over, picking up your deep purple thong, whistling. “Damn…I’d love to see this on ya next time before Jeff rips it offa ya, darlin’. He winked at you. 

You hid your face in your hands and giggled, blushing furiously. 

Jeff grabbed his boxers and his jeans, tugging them on quickly, snarling as he took a step towards Shannon.

Shannon’s eyes widened when he noticed Jeff coming for him and shoved your thong in his pocket. “Well, this was fun!” He ran out the door as he cackled.

Jeff grunted and ran after Shannon. “Shannon, you fucker! Gimme back Y/n’s thong! I ain’t fuckin’ sharin’ her with you!”

You got up quickly and got dressed in your shorts and Jeff’s tank top, running out to catch up with them in the living room.

Shannon seemed cornered. “C'mon, man! Why worry about her thong when you have the fuckin’ gorgeous woman it belongs to all to yourself?”

Jeff snarled and dove for Shannon.

Shannon’s eyes grew wide again as he was speared to the floor roughly by Jeff. Both men landing with a loud thump.

Matt ran quickly from upstairs. “Oh, I see Shannon’s here. Jeff, why the hell did you tackle him?” He crossed his arms over his chest as he tried to understand the situation.

Jeff sighed and held Shannon down. “He walked in on Y/n and I.”

Matt nodded. “Uh huh…I recall you inviting Moore over to paint with you and Y/n… Which brings me to my next question…Why are you and Y/n covered in the glow paint?”

You chewed your bottom lip nervously, shyly as you put your head down.

Jeff didn’t seem flustered of it at all. “Well… We kinda…Well…We did make love…” He cleared his throat and smiled shyly at his older brother. 

Matt nodded again. “I see, now that I know that…Go into detail to why we’re in this situation.”

Jeff looked at you and you simply shrugged, as if it would gross Matt out or make him uncomfortable, right? “Well, this fucker decided when we were getting dressed, that he wanted a memento, and took my girlfriend’s thong.”

Matt shook his head in disappointment. He put his forehead against his hand. “Fuck’s sake…Are you guys in fuckin’ high school again? Seriously! I feel deja vu, I’ve seen you guys do this shit before. Shannon, give Y/n’s thong back.”

Shannon grumbled and rolled his eyes, handing over the deep purple lingerie piece over to Jeff. “Not fair when he gets the fuckin’ girl it belongs to…” He grumbled and crossed his arms over his chest, huffing angrily.

Jeff got off of Shannon and smirked at you, walking over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Y/n, I realize this isn’t considered your home, but you feel like home to me whenever you’re around…It does get lonely here, but when you’re here with me…I feel complete, and this house doesn’t feel so empty, it feels like a home that has a future set…what I’m trying to say is…Would you consider moving in with me?”

You bit your lip, mulling it over before you pulled him down, kissing Jeff passionately. “Of course I will…I practically live here already it feels like.” You smiled brightly. “Mind if I take take a shower, babe? As much as I enjoy being covered in paint, I need to feel clean again.”

Jeff chuckled and nodded, gently giving your ass a parting pat as you walked away to the bathroom.

Matt had long left the room when the fighting stopped.

Shannon got up and went to stand next to his close friend as he was watching you with adoration as you walked away. He leaned in and whispered to him. “How was she?”

Jeff shoved his heavily tattooed friend. “Shut up, asshole. But honestly? I can say I found myself an addiction that I’m proud to have. And that addiction…Is to her.” He smiled softly. 

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The relationship between misogyny and romance: a SJM study

Why female desire* isn’t problematic, but A Court of Thorns and Roses is.

In which I wade into an issue in depth, praying that the flame war gods do not strike me down.

**Please note that this essay discusses only the misogynist elements of SJM’s writing in the ACOTAR series. There are obviously other problematic elements that require acknowledgement, but this is the one I feel confident in addressing. I haven’t read any of ACOWAR yet.** 

*also, female desire in this instance refers to the desire of the presumed female reader of romance. The reading of romance and YA is obviously not exclusive to women, although a lot of the assumptions of SJM’s work ascribe to the concept of a binary gender.

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What’s Your Fantasy? ~ smut

Author: completedylantrash

Characters: Stiles x Reader x Derek

Rating: NSFW 18+ EXPLICIT SMUT ~ Threesome (no m/m)

Word Count: 3836

A/N: This is strictly m/f threesome. No Sterek up in this bitch (sorry not sorry, I’m greedy and I want all the attention) 

“Stiles,” I croon, placing the half folded copy of Cosmo on the bed, looking down to where he sits on the floor amongst the scattered copies of research he’s immersed in.

“Hmm?” He hums as he reads, his eyes darting back and forth over the page.

“Tell me one of your fantasies,” I turn on my side, resting my head on my hand.

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When I started it was like yeah OK I wanna get a leaner, more muscles body.  I can do that, do some cardio and use some machines, eat a little better, more protein, maybe a shake or two.  It’ll just be somethin to do in addition to all the other shit I do, reading and writing and drinking with friends and watching movies and TV…

Somewhere along the line that changed, I dunno exactly where or when.  Don’t really even remember how many months I been doin it for anymore, I just go, day after day.  I look at my closet and I do a doubletake cuz I dont remember gettin so much gear.  How did that happen?  Seems like every clothes I got has a Nike or a UA on em.  Dont even remember the last time I wore boxers or even boxer briefs.  Its been compression shorts every day for my whole life.  Was there ever a day I went to work I didnt have my gym bag with me too? 

Sometimes I think about the future and what could happen.  I keep pushin myself at the gym and it’s not enough.  Need more.  Ive been searching the internet for more things about muscles and sometimes I read so much about muscles that I kinda blank out and then come to and I’m in the gym again, and I’m counting one and I’m counting two …

Like just now haha I just looked up and saw football on the TV.  When did I put football on the TV?  I was watching some Netflix thing, wasn’t I?  I remember watching the game last night maybe I fell asleep with the NFL Network on.  I do that sometimes.  I got a pretty strong fantasy league this year.  But that’s not enough.  Need more.  Gotta play football too, I think.  Makes sense, with all this gear I got.  And this like, grittin my teeth shit all the time, like I’m gettin ready all the time for someone to just ram into me cuz I got the football.  And I have this weird feeling that the minute I hit “post” on this I’m gonna look up and I’m gonna be at the gym again, counting one and counting two and counting three and just really muscling through my reps and I’m gonna be sorer than fuckin hell but it’s all fuckin worth it, cuz muscles gear football is all that matters now.

Other shit just kinda fadin away.  I come a long way so far.  When I think about where I come from, it’s kinda fuzzy.  I still get alot of “smart” comments from people and sometimes it’s still a reflex but it’s harder to remember some things now.  Harder to remember the smart times.  The gym is so clear, muscles burning is so sharp, wearing gear feels so natural.  It isnt even gear anymore, its just my cloths.

Is this what I wanted?  Does it matter?  Cuz its happenin and I’m counting one and I’m counting two and I’m counting three and I’m counting four and I’m counting five…

  • ’ I believe if you were dead the world would be a better place. ’
  • ’ You are not my knight in shining whatever. ’
  • ’ I’m not sure we’re worth fighting for. ’
  • ’ I’m gonna eat candy in the dark and pretend I’m home alone. ’
  • ’ Sometimes it’s actually painful to be around you. ’
  • ’ They say if you talk out loud while you look for something, you find it faster. ’
  • ’ This is your love day. ’
  • ’ I’d lose that crazed smile before you start cramping. ’
  • ’ It’s harder to love someone than walk away from them. ’
  • ’ No, I choose me. ’
  • ’ We’re adults, we’re going to fight. ’
  • ’ Everyone said I was ready. You said I would be okay, so I thought I should just do it and get it over with. But I wasn’t ready for…to be… ’
  • ’ I met a puppy once that was half German Shepherd, half teacup Chihuahua. And all I could think was…how did you happen? ’
  • ’ You should go. Cause I’m about to nut punch you. ’
  • ’ Found it. It’s so old, it’s not even in the computer. ’
  • ’ I wasn’t sure what you’d be in the mood for, so I kind of got everything. Champagne, tequila, pinot noir — pick your poison. ’
  • ’ You are not a person who makes promises he doesn’t keep. ’
  • ‘ I only dance it out when something bad’s happened. ’
  • ‘ People aren’t always who you think they are. You learn to see through it. You learn fast. ’
  • ‘ You’re a surgeon, we make mistakes. We need to be forgiven. ’
  • ‘ You don’t teach by shoving someone else’s face in the dirt. That’s just being mean. And small. ’
  • ‘ Did he say anything to you before you killed him? Can you tell me what his last words were. ’
  • ‘ I’m happy and I never thought I would be again. But I am, and that’s all I need. ’
  • ‘ Aw sweetie, this is about me, this isn’t about you. ’
  • ‘ THIS is what feminism looks like, sir. ’
  • ‘ I think you’ll be a good dad. Your babies will be so foul-mouthed and dirty and cute. ’
  • ‘ I am qualified to tell you how to survive. ’
  • ‘ My husband is dead. Yeah, I’m gonna play that card. ’
  • ‘ Why do people constantly feel the need to kill their arteries. ’
  • ‘ Optimism for the win. ’
  • ‘ I told you to keep that baby in. ’
  • ‘ All my orgasms are gonna be self-made, hand-crafted ones. ’
  • ‘ Just because we can live without something, it doesn’t mean we have to. ’
  • ‘ You want to be a mess, be a mess. I don’t care, I can take it. ’
  • ‘ I just got here. I haven’t had a chance to screw anything up yet. ’
  • ‘ Maybe you’ll get lucky and you’ll snip out the part that makes her kinda bitchy. ’
  • ‘ It’s her song, so get off the stage and let her sing it. ’
  • ‘  I love you in a really really big, pretend to like your taste in music, let you eat the last piece of cheesecake, hold a radio over my head outside your window, unfortunate way that makes me hate you, love you. ‘
  • ‘ I’m not good at relationships or talking about stupid feelings. ’
  • ‘ I’m still in love with you. I tried not to be, but it didn’t work. ’
  • ‘  You’re my sister, you’re my family, you’re all I’ve got. ‘
  • ‘ Everyone needs help from time to time. Someone to look out for them. Make sure they’re okay. ’
  • ‘ There comes a point when you have to suck it up and stop whining and start living. ‘
  • ‘ You died in my arms. You freakin’ died. ’
  • ‘ That’s where love exists. In delusional fantasies. ’
  • ‘ Ah, tonight I have things planned that don’t include her screaming your name. ’
  • ‘ I take things personally. I get too emotional. ’

anonymous asked:

Sasuke should just have married Hinata instead of Sakura given Sakura doesn't understand Sasuke which is why she asked that question and even at her second confession it was only about her fantasy of having Team 7 back rather than facing reality. Only Sasusaku fans would've wanted them together no matter how bad their relationship is. With Hinata, Sasuke wouldve someone who wouldn't judge his background, someone who can understand his pain (itachi and neji) and understand what clan stuff is

Lol, “clan stuff”! That right there is how you know you’ve got a compelling argument XD

But okay Anon, I’ll humour you.

“Sakura doesn’t understand Sasuke”

No Anon, as I proved in this post, in this post, and in many others, Sakura understands plenty about Sasuke.

“Even at her second confession it was only about her fantasy of having Team 7 back rather than facing reality.”


That wasn’t much of a “fantasy” now was it?

“Only Sasusaku fans would’ve wanted them together no matter how bad their relationship is”

Lol, okay? And I can say that only SasuHina fans would want those two together no matter how random, uninterested and unsuited they are for each other. See? I can make petty and ignorant claims too.

“With Hinata, Sasuke wouldve someone who wouldn’t judge his background”

And when exactly did Sakura judge Sasuke’s background?

“Someone who can understand his pain”

Sorry but Hinata wouldn’t have understood the slightest thing about the pain and hardships that Sasuke went through. The acknowledgement issues that she had in the past serve as no comparison. But hey, at least they’d be able to have fun talking about “clan stuff” right? Lol, goodness gracious.

Halloween Night (C.H)

Calum Hood, 5 Seconds of Summer

Part 1  

Part 2 

Part 3 

Part 4  (Final) 

(Y/N’s POV)
I wake up in the morning, with Calum’s arm around me. I bite my lip and try not to make a single sound; I want to  get out of here before Calum wakes up, just to avoid the awkwrdness.

I pick up my dress from the floor and my shoes from the night stand and head to the bathroom, walking on my tippy toes. I need to get out of here. I don’t care how I look, I just need to disappear. What me and Calum did, took me steps back. I need to get out of here and pretend this never happened.
I take a goodlook of me in the mirror and try to figure out how I will look human again, with my make-up all over my face and my hair flying everywhere.

(Calum’s POV)
“Morning babygirl…” I murmur sleepily, turning on my side to look at (Y/N). I find just the bedsheets though, making me sit up. I stretch and rub my eyes, removing the sheeet from my waist and legs.

I stand up and look around, trying to figure out where she is.
I hear the bathroom door open and realize that she might went to the toilet.

Once I see her though, all dressed up in her costume and trying to be quiet, I cross my arms in front of my chest and stand in front of her, causing her to look at me surprised.
“Hey!” She stutters.
“Hi. Why are you dressed? I was thinking that we could spend the morning in bed and then call Michael for the clothes…"I say, my expression completely serious.  She doesn’t answer; she stares at the ground, silently, like a puppy that got scold.
“You wanted to leave? ” I ask her, almost stating it. She nods, before she raises her stare at me.
“Calum…"She begins but I interrupt her.
” Don’t you Calum me… You wanted to leave, without an explanation, without a good morning. That’s what I am for you? A cheap fuck for whenever we meet and then leaving like I am nothing for you? Thats how much you respect me? “ I growl, clenching my jaw.
"First of all, don’t you realize that what we are doing, what goes on between us is toxic? And second, you left too, without an explanation, without a word last time we fucked.? She replie. I look at her confusd and try to figure out what she means.
"The fuck are you talking about? It was an emergency and I left a fucking note on the bedside table. And I fucking tried to fucking call you, but you never answered. Next thing I knew, you dropped by my place, threw the stuff I had at your place on the floor, called me an asshole and left, screaming that you never want to see me again.”
“Really?” She asks surprised.
“Yeah, really. And what the fuck do you mean that this is toxic? How the fuck is this toxic?”
“I mean that I can’t try to be take seriously at my work and then have you spanking me and making me call you daddy. Also, we can’t just have sex and nothing more even if we fullfill each other’s fantasies and kinks, when I have feeling for you. Everytime you touch me, I fall for you more. Everytime you praise my body or cuddle me afterwards, my ovaries explode and I have a whole damn zoo in my stomach, but I know that you don’t feel the same, I know that you don’t want what I want. And I can’t havefalse hopes, that some day, you will feel what I feel. I just can’t. That’s why it’s better for me to walk away. That’s why I wanted to leave before you wake up. That’s why I didn’t let myself stay and watch you sleep. That’s why I was jealous of that fucking Alice last night. There… Are you happy now?” She yells, her face red and her eyes glistening.
“First thing first, who the fuck knows what goes on between you and I everytime we fuck. And who the fuck cares? You are fucking amazing at your job and that’s all they should care about. Second, the sex we have is bomb, and it’s not just a matter of kinks or fantasies. It’s just you and me, expressing our needs. You are the only girl I can be completely honest and open about what I want. And that fucking means a lot. Third, how the fuck you know how I feel about you? I had fucking clothes and stuff at your place, so I could stay at night with you. Dos that mean anything to you?”
“Oh please… Yeah, ok, you had clothes at my place.. So what? We had never been on a date. On a formal date. And don’t tell me that you could ever settle on a relationship… An all goodie vanilla relationship. Like a Saturday morning grocery shopping together relationship. Or a Friday night cooking dinner together relationship. Or a just cuddle and nap because I am on my period  for a week straight relationship. It’s not like you, Cal. I am not dillusional.” She says sarcastically, yelling at the last part. I am boiling.

“Again, how do you know what I want? We hadn’t been on a formal date, cause there would be articles with fake accusations and photos of us everywhere. And I didn’t want to expose you or our relationship yet. But then you went all crazy and didn’t give us a chance. And yeah, I might not want the classic all goodie vanilla relationship. I want the Calum and (Y/N) relationship. I don’t mind just cuddling and napping for a week straight cause you are on your period, cause I know that for the rest 3 weeks of the month, we can have mind blowing sex, fuck like animals. I don’t mind cooking dinner with you on a Friday night cause other than the meal, I’ll get to eat you out too. And I would fucking love to go on grocery shopping with you. I would love to try and have a relationship with you, under our own conditions. Be a goals couple in public and fuck ruthlessly in private. Be my princess in public and my fucking slut in private. Be your knight in shiny armour in public and your daddy that spits in your mouth in private. That’s what I want.” I say, my chest raising and falling. She looks at me, her eyes and mouth wide open.

“I don’t know what to say…” She murmurs.

“Of course you don’t. I’ll go out to the balcony for a smoke. You can go if you want. I don’t want to pressure you.” I say, grabbing my cigarettes from the pocket of my jacket.

I walk out , taking in fresh air before I light my cigarette to drag in the smoke. I just want to clear my head. I know that there is a 99% chance that I won’t find her when I walk back in. I know that maybe she is not ready yet. I mean, she has spent months thinking that I am just a jerk that walked out after fucking her, she has spent months trying to freeze her feelings.

I lean on the metal bar that proofs the balcony and just let time pass.
“Can you call Michael to bring us some clothes, baby?” I hear her soft, feather like voice ask me. She is hugging me from behind, her head leaning on my shoulder blade and her hands on my chest.
I turn around and look at her; she is wearing my shirt, with the top buttons unbuttoned. She takes my cigarette and takes a drag as my hands go to the collar of my shirt that she is wearing. I brush a piece of hair behind her ear and then push her chin up with my fore and middle finger. She blows the smoke in my mouth and I chuckle. I lean in and kiss her, my lips barely pecking on hers before she smiles.
“Why rush babygirl?” I ask, picking her up and carrying her in the room, as she throws the cigarette away.  

@ people saying that evak has better rep because they addressed some of the mental health issues - magnus suffered from depression, he most likely found his mother dead/saw her killing herself when he was 9 (this is something yet to be explored in 2b for sure). He was also mentally abused. Alec has self-harm/self-destructive tendencies. They both attempted suicide; Alec just 2 episodes ago. if you’re trying to make your faves look better because they addressed those things, you’re simply wrong, because in shadowhunters we have this as well even tho it’s fantasy show and I didn’t think they would address such ‘mundane’ things while there’s war going on. 

and I heard about people talking shit about magnus/harry. let me tell you one thing - pray to god I won’t come across any of that because I’m gonna lose it. you don’t have to like magnus but that doesn’t mean you can be disrespectful towards him and offending harry crosses every fucking line. he’s one of the most wonderful people alive and you probably know nothing about him, so better stay away

Originally posted by shadowfairchildx

orbiculator  asked:

So I saw your post on Tolkienesque races/species the other day, and I think your concept of trolls as echinoderms is among the most inventive I've seen so far. So are they like giant, tippy-toeing craggy terrestrial starfish when mature? Or maybe they're more of a mish mash between all taxa, reminiscent of the Elder Things?

They were a “hybrid” sort, Like a sea cucumber with a starfish face.

The “joke” was to make them as weird as possible cause unlike most fantasy races “trolls” really dont have a consistent definition or appearance beyond “humanoid”. I chose to make them echinoderms cause they have “rock like” skin and also Im just fond of the phylum.

Their Larvae bared no resemblance to the adults, being like troll dolls and also real life (bilaterally symmetrical) echinoderm larvae

Trolls are a pain on the internet because their language and logical thinking are very alien compared to the hominid races. It is hard to tell when someone on the internet is genuinely confused or mad about a subject, or if they are just a troll.

RebelCaptain - Kafrene

Originally posted by hardyness

A/N: So here is the first thing I’ve written about my two favourite rebels. This story has been told about a million times now but I honestly never get tired of it. No warnings apply. Enjoy!

Jyn cursed under her breath, vertigo threatening to hijack her senses as she gazed upon the swarming mass of Kafrene below her. 

She felt as though her feet were about to slip from the greasy footholds any second as she attempted to clamber across the compacted rubbish that lined Kafrene’s streets. Each breath burned her lungs as she panted with the exertion, no longer caring about the amount of polluted air she was probably taking in. 

Jyn’s key objective right now was to find Cassian - and explain herself. For this particular mission, there had been multiple contacts and very little time so they had made the poor decision to split up. Cassian naturally opposed this because he didn’t like the idea of his success being dependent upon anyone other than himself and Jyn, of course, had taken offence. The last words exchanged between them had been a rather heated goodbye as Jyn stormed off to find her contact. 

Jyn was trying to block out the shouts of stormtroopers speaking hurriedly into their com-links below her. In truth, it was not her fault that she’d shot the man. The information he had provided her with was barely tangible as he tripped and stumbled over every word, looking ready to squeal bloody murder at any given moment. When she’d tried to leave he lunged at her and her blaster discharged - purely instinctively. Cassian would understand. 

No he won’t bloody understand. Jyn scolded herself, gripping the ledge tightly as she tried to pull herself up onto the rooftop. 

These walls were not designed to be scaled and Jyn struggled to swing herself over the edge. She felt a rush of relief when her knee finally cleared the ledge - only to have the feeling doused immediately by white hot pain blossoming across her hip. 

Jyn could do little more than gasp as she struggled to pull herself up as the pain took over. Adrenaline meant that she didn’t really register what had happened but the tell-tale acrid smell of singed flesh told her all she needed to know. 

Once on the roof and out of sight (for now) Jyn didn’t give herself time to think as she staggered forward, her whole leg now throbbing aggressively with each step. In truth she was too scared to look, but when she brushed her hand over the wound she noted that it was wet with blood and the skin on her hip felt crisp where the blaster had cauterised it. 

She allowed instinct to take over and channeled all of her energy into getting back to the ship. Now that she was wounded, safety was her main priority and her safety was Cassian. 

After what felt like hours later - Jyn was finally nearing the outskirts of Kafrene. She had to squint hard in the murky polluted night to make out the ship which itself was cloaked in darkness. 

As she approached she nearly walked straight into Cassian who was rushing forward to meet her. His eyes narrowed to squint at her form in the dark before she felt one of his hands grip her forearm tightly as he led her back to the ship.
‘What happened?’ He asked, his voice hard and tense as soon as the door of the ship was closed behind him. 

'Blaster - I think.’ Jyn replied, unhappy with how distant her voice sounded as she attempted to prop herself against the wall with little success.
'Sit down on one of the bunks I need to examine you.’ Jyn noticed that Cassian’s jaw kept tensing as he spoke and looked down to see that her one trouser leg was soaked through with blood. The sight made her lightheaded and she stumbled - only to be stopped short by a metal arm, the cold of which stung against her skin. 

'I don’t like to say I told you so - but I did state that there was an 87% chance of her failing to leave Kafrene without a firefight.’ Kaytuesso drawled, causing Jyn to wrench from his grasp in annoyance as he spoke to only Cassian - not her. Cassian’s eyes flashed angrily at K2 for a moment but he resisted the urge to speak. 

Jyn relented - the pain in her leg growing too great - as she hobbled over to the bunk and sat down heavily. Cassian appeared like magic with a med kit, setting it down beside Jyn as he examined the wound on her leg. 

'Jyn…’ Cassian began after a few seconds of silence, eyes flicking up to meet hers as he sat far too close to her as usual. His face looked calm but Jyn could see the shine on his brow from where he was sweating. 

'What?’ Jyn breathed. Cassian looked intense, as though he were somewhere between telling her she was dying or confessing his- 

'Can you please take your trousers off?’ Cassian’s voice was coiled with tension as he spoke, eyes fortunately no longer on hers as she felt her face go hot. 


'Take them off, I need to find out if you need stitches.’ Cassian’s face was schooled into neutrality, the face of a perfect spy as he looked somewhere at Jyn’s forehead. 

Jyn scowled in response, too embarrassed to dignify herself with a verbal answer as she stood and peeled her trousers off, trying to ignore the fact that Cassian had suddenly become very interested in the wall. 

'I wouldn’t worry Miss Erso. Cassian is very unlikely to be sexually attracted to you in your current state.’ K2 hummed from near the cockpit. Jyn opened her mouth to give the droid a mouthful of abuse but Cassian beat her to it with a curt 'quiet’. 

Jyn bit the inside of her cheek to keep her annoyance in check as Cassian began to examine her hip. She hissed in pain when Cassian prized the wound apart, applying a small amount of cleaning solution followed by a hastily applied bacta patch -  he doesn’t do this often, she noted. Jyn stared hard at the grey wall of the ship in front in her and tried to ignore the painful sensation of the wound being opened twinned with the feeling of Cassian’s calloused fingers dancing over the skin of her hip as he cleaned the wound with surprising delicacy. 


Cassian stood, brushing his hands against the top of his thighs in a nervous gesture as he studied Jyn who was examining the bacta patch attached to her hip. 'I have some spare trousers in my bag. Tell me if you get a fever. I don’t want it to go septic.’ Jyn gave a quick nod in response, her tongue darting out to lick her lips nervously as she tried to frame her next question. 

'What about the mission?' 

'What about it?' 

Classic Cassian, Jyn thought to herself. Make me do all the work why don’t you. 

'I failed.' 

'How so?' 

'I killed the contact.’

Cassian’s expression was unreadable and he was off looking at the wall again. Jyn wondered if he was having vibrant fantasies of berating her in his mind.  

'We’ll undergo a full debrief when we get back to Yavin. Things rarely go entirely to plan.' 


'Jyn.’ Cassian started, as his eyes met hers with an unsettling intensity once again. 'I trust you.' 

Jyn didn’t say anything this time. She just swallowed thickly as Cassian gave a small nod and left to join K2 in the cockpit. 

She decided to take Cassian up on his offer and made her way down to the sleeping quarters to change. She felt a little guilty going through Cassian’s personal bag - the last time she’d done this she’d stolen his blaster but this time he’d actually given her permission. As Jyn searched for the clothes she noted that there wasn’t a single drop of sentiment amongst Cassian’s belongings - whether that was because he had nothing from his past life or simply chose not to carry it she didn’t know. Jyn must have sat down on Cassian’s bunk at some point because before she knew it she was waking from a sleep she couldn’t remember falling into, staring in confusion at Cassian’s clothes scattered around her. 

Jyn stood slowly, careful to put weight on her injured leg as she changed into the spare trousers. It amused her that they were slightly too long as she trod carefully not to trip. She headed for the cockpit in order to gain some sense of the ship’s whereabouts when she stopped short at the sound of Cassian and K2’s quiet voices. Even K2’s usual chirpy tone sounded hushed -  no doubt at Cassian’s request and that was enough to pique Jyn’s curiosity. 

'My statistics were perfectly accurate so why hasn’t Miss Erso been reprimanded for her actions?' 

'Kay, call her Jyn. She was badly injured, that was more important.' 

'Oh more important to you. Are you going soft Cassian?' 

'Don’t be ridiculous.’ Cassian growled in response.  

'I’m not saying a match between you and Jyn isn’t a good idea - in fact based on the data I’ve gathered from the body language of both of you-’

'Kay, stop.' 

'But don’t you want to-' 


The droid muttered something to himself that Jyn couldn’t quite make out. She was as confused as she had been when she entered the conversation and decided to push it to the back of her mind and make her presence known. She took a few steps back and trod loudly towards the cockpit, almost smirking at the fact Cassian failed to hide the small jump that he did when she entered. 

'How far are we from Yavin?’ Jyn asked, noticing that they were no longer in hyperspace. 

'Around an hour or so. I was just going to wake you.’ Cassian replied, his hands set firmly on the controls despite the ship being autopiloted. 

'Are those Cassian’s trousers?’ K2 asked incredulously, causing Jyn to clench her teeth. 

'Yes if you must know.’ She snapped in reply. 'Mine are covered in blood.' 

'How very romantic of him.’

'There’s nothing romantic about a rebel giving another rebel supplies.’ Jyn quipped in response, a nauseous feeling gripping her. 

Cassian bristled at her response, must to Jyn’s surprise. 'I think you should go and prepare for us to land.’ He snapped, keeping his eyes fixed forward as he spoke. Jyn said nothing, frustrated with both their behaviours as she turned and headed back to the sleeping quarters. 

Cassian’s attitude didn’t improve following their debrief either. Draven studied Jyn with an intense scrutiny as she explained her story and provided him with the limited information the contact had given her. Him and Cassian shared a look completely alien to her after she’d said what she’d had to. And they were finally dismissed. 

After that Cassian avoided her. Jyn thought she’d done the right thing, said all the right things. They’d come so close to death so many times before, why was this any different? 

Eventually she grew tired of trying to attract his attention and decided to approach him head on. Starting by entering his quarters when K2 was elsewhere conducting maintenance on the ship. 

'Jyn.’ Cassian greeted her and she noted his Adam’s apple bob slightly as he nodded at her.

'What has gotten into you?’ She demanded, placing her hands on her lips as she stood near the doorway just in case he tried to bolt free. 

The sight of her defiance warmed Cassian’s heart and he gave her a small smile as he studied the question. 

'I don’t know what you mean.' 

'Don’t give me that. You’ve been weird with me ever since we got back from Kafrene.' 


'Weird. Distant. Whatever. I just thought that we were actually…y'know…after Scarif.' 

The room filled up with a kind of thick awkward tension that only makes itself known when people discuss traumatic events. Cassian’s smile dropped from his features and was replaced with something much harder - a man still deeply burdened with what happened. 

'I don’t want to talk about-’

'I nearly lost you, Cassian.’ It vexed Jyn to admit it, but the emotion in her voice was evident - unlike Cassian she was unable to school herself into semblance of neutrality. 'And that changed everything.' 

'You don’t think it changed things for me too? The rebellion has been my entire life, Jyn. From when I was just a child. And then you appeared and-' 

'And what? Did I compromise you?’ Jyn asked bitterly, months of tension and unanswered questions finally bubbling over into her speech. 

Cassian let out a sigh and briefly closed his eyes as he tried to get a handle on himself. 'Yesterday - I didn’t think you would return. And it paralysed me. By the time you appeared with all that blood - I just - shutdown.' 

'Cassian…’ Jyn started, the timidity in her voice a sharp contrast to the way they’d clung to one another with few words on Scarif. When Cassian looked up at her she’d never seen him look so torn. Jyn reached out, her fingers barely brushing his palm but he accepted it anyway and squeezed her hand. 

'You’re the only person who makes me feel like - this. I know it sounds ridiculous, given the lives we lead…’  It felt as though they’d been quietly orbiting one another forever but there was only so long Jyn could push her feelings away. 

'I know. That’s what scares me. I think I’ve finally found my pressure point.’ Cassian moved closer to her and Jyn could see the genuine fear in his eyes now, the fear of a boy who had once lost everything. 

'Don’t hide from me.’ Was all Jyn could reply and with that she pressed her mouth against his. It was poorly aimed given the instability of her leg and for a moment she thought he might not respond but after a few seconds he was kissing her back, making a low noise in his throat as he pulled her closer.
Jyn pulled away just long enough to get a glance at his face. His lips were shiny from where she’d just kissed him and his eyes were narrowed and dilated with a previously long forgotten sensation. In that moment he was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. 

Cassian didn’t give her long to admire him though when he pulled her back to him and their teeth clashed a little and his stubble chafed against her chin. She’d pined for him (consciously or not) from day one and now she wanted to indulge herself - ignoring the dull throb of pain in her leg as she leant forward and pressed her thigh against his crotch eliciting a low whine from him.  

'For the second time within 24 hours my predictions about the two of you are once again correct. Congratulations!’ K2’s snarky comment rang cheerfully from the doorway as Jyn and Cassian sprang apart. 

Jyn could hear the growl working its way up Cassian’s throat as he threatened to leave him for scrap on Jakku but she merely laughed. After all, she was in love.

Talent Searching

I can’t believe that I have to do this sort of clarification, but it seems like some corners of the Internet are struggling to understand what we wanted to accomplish with our Lost Citadel Talent Search, as there’s a surprising amount of disinformation and incorrect speculation taking place.

For starters, let’s just get the names right, shall we? I am Nicole Lindroos, General Manager and co-owner of Green Ronin Publishing. If you want to write in to complain to my “manager” that their “employee” is doing something you don’t like, you’re barking up the wrong tree. The developer of the RPG project that is the impetus for the talent search is C.A. Suleiman. That’s with a “C” and an “A.” (It’s only two letters, folks.)

Also, despite repeated trolling of our website to nail down how many employees Green Ronin has, in the hopes of getting us in trouble with the EEOC or some other governmental entity, I’m sorry to have to tell you that you can’t tell a person’s employment status by those with whom they pose for photos. Even if Green Ronin employed a number of people that would put our business under EEOC regulation (we don’t), the EEOC really doesn’t care about our talent search, which is a contest and not an advertisement for employment. It’s just a contest aimed at women.

And yes, that means trans women and people who consider themselves non-gender-conforming, non-binary, or one of some other self-identifiers that may not yet be legally addressed or protected categories, but which I do my best to respect; not because, as some have speculated, I’m trying to cover my ass legally, but because it’s the right thing to do. Of course they’re included in this.

Much has been made by a few over my statement that the winner of the talent search would get a paid contract. This was my language in describing our intent because I wanted to be very clear that this is not some sort of shady scam where a publisher gets writers to submit work that the publisher can then use for free. There have been companies who, in relatively recent memory, have done such things, and I will NOT be a participant in that kind of legal-but-unethical behavior. I want to find new talent to work with, and I want to offer a tangible reward because it is the right thing to do.

You may sense a theme here. We are interested in doing the right thing. For us, that means:

Making sure that a new dark fantasy setting doesn’t default to white male voices because we didn’t make an effort otherwise. Making sure we don’t inadvertently exclude people based on sloppy binary language. Making sure that when we’ve evaluated new talent, we don’t take advantage of or attempt to benefit from their submissions just because it might be legally permissible to do so.

So, amidst the wailing and gnashing of teeth from a handful of guys who just can’t get their brains around why there might be a contest that isn’t built for them, even people who are generally on “our” side in this have been confused and managing to illustrate exactly why this contest is needed:

A perfect example of why I am no longer content to just passively wait for a legitimate gender imbalance in my business to correct itself through the virtues of “meritocracy,” or the hope that good intentions will somehow, eventually, win out without intentional effort, comes from someone who almost certainly considers himself in favor of my goal of finding more female creatives. And yet, despite what I believe were honest and good intentions, this fellow credited a blog piece that I wrote for the Green Ronin “Ronin Roundtable” not to me, but to my husband (and business partner). In the midst of arguing about how many employees we have, none of the men on either side of the debate checked the source material for that very discussion, or if they did, they either didn’t notice or didn’t care about the misattribution. It was corrected only after I corrected it, myself.

And this, this situation where I have to personally advocate for basic acknowledgement of my public positions, even amongst men with good intentions and a desire for an honest debate… this is emblematic of why I’m cutting to the chase. This is why we’re running a talent search that focuses on those voices that are consistently, even if unintentionally, ignored, drowned out, or even erased.

Alright, let’s get something out of the way.

This blog will come to an end one day. When? I don’t know.

But one day, I’ll probably won’t want to post anymore or I’ll be too busy to do so, or maybe I grew tired of it because it’s been almost two years already, maybe I grew tired of the hateful people/idiots like the anon below this, who don’t even get it.

I mean, it’s natural. Everything comes to an end. Are we there yet? No. Not even close, i’d say. Would I just stop posting all of a sudden without letting you guys know beforehand? No. Unless I died all of a sudden. 

Here’s the thing, I think most of you know that the imagines posted here aren’t really about Tom, Chris, Sebastian, or Jared, as individuals walking the earth. They’re about the actors and their work because, obviously, that’s all we know. We don’t know these guys, and I’m most comfortable when I write about their characters actually.

Furthermore, the stories posted are just stories, and all I’m doing is basically pretending like they’ve been cast to play these characters. Or sometimes I build a character I know they could play. So the plots aren’t fantasies of mine, they’re not dreams I have, it’s just FICTION I like to write.

I don’t have to explain myself but I’m slowly growing tired. Especially of the misconception. 

Fiction is not just a hobby for me, it’s why i went to college. But i am done talking about this and the things i should be doing, and the things that make me sad.

So when people come and judge this blog, I just laugh because they still don’t get it. And being accused of being a stalker, has just been the cherry on top.

Do you honestly believe I spend my days looking at these actors’ social media or trying to find out what they’re up to?

I work, and when I’m not working, I like to go out. In fact I’m barely keeping up with this page. 

Bottom line: I have a life. 

This blog isn’t my life, but it’s a very nice hobby.

I’ll usually be leaving 12 or 16 imagines in advance in my drafts before bed every few days, so i can go on my daily routine and just hit “post” from my phone whenever i get a chance. 

So, no. I don’t spend the whole day on this blog or STALKING actors i don’t even know. Give me a fucking break.

I was also accused of hiding behind anonymity.


I’m not hiding. A bunch of my followers are there with me on my personal blog, some even on Instagram. Hiding? Alright, put me in a room with Tom/Chris/Sebastian/Jared. I’ll look them in the eye and tell them what i’m doing here. If they got offended, i would stop.

Darth Vader scrapbooks. Every year on the anniversaries of his wedding and Mustafar, Vader writes a card. It’s handwritten because he is suspicious of the Emperor and the last thing he needs is for the Imperial Spy Network to find it on his hard drive or file history. The handwriting is sloppy, but it’s not like anyone would read them since the people they are for are dead. The cards on the wedding anniversary are for Padme obviously and he tells her all the things he wishes they could do and the things he would do on this day for her such as breakfast in bed, flowers, enduring her favorite soap opera…
The cards he writes on the anniversary of Mustafar are for his unborn child. Padme always insisted the sex be a surprise so he never knew for certain if they had a boy or a girl so he writes a card for both addressing them to the names he and Padme had chosen: Luke and Leia. Much like the ones he writes for Padme, they list the things he wishes he could do. Seeing their first smile, teaching them to walk, holding them as they fall asleep… on the 15th anniversary, in the card for his daughter, he writes how he wishes he could tell her about boys and how stupid they can be. He writes how he would always be there for her and how he would hold her when she has her first heartbreak. For his son, he often writes about teaching him to fly and fix things, he writes about telling him how not to woo girls and how it’s okay to make mistakes on the way, citing the way he flirted with Padme.
The tenses the cards are written in jumps around a lot. Sometimes they are “I wish” other times they are “I will”. Vader occasionally looses himself in the cards, getting sucked into the fantasy of what could have been. And sometimes, he even forgets about the suit he wears and in those moments, he sees himself as Anakin Skywalker.
Vader keeps the cards in an old leather scrapbook he found and hides it aboard his flagship in his hyperbaric chamber. No one knows about it. And following the destruction of the Executor in the Battle of Endor, no one ever does.