this is going to be sucessful

MBTI and F. Scott Fitzgerald quotes

ISFP:
- There are all types of love in this world but never the same love twice
- Her philosophy is carpe diem for herself and laissez-faire for others

ESFP:
- Personality is an unbroken series of sucessful gestures
- It was only a sunny smile, and little it costs in the giving, but like morning light scattered the night and made the day worth living

ISTP:
- The world only exists in your eyes. You can make it as big or as small as you want
- So we’ll just let things take their course, and never be sorry

ESTP:
- I don’t want just words. If that’s all you have for me, you’d better go
- It was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life

ISFJ:
- It’s not a slam at you when people are rude. It’s a slam at the people they’ve met before
- I don’t ask you to love me always like this, but I want you to remember. Somewhere inside of me there will always be the person I am tonight

ESFJ:
- I wish I have done everything on earth with you
- Things are sweeter when they’re lost, I know because I wanted something and got it. It was the only thing I ever wanted, and when I got it, it turned to dust in my hand

ISTJ:
- Our lives are defined by opportunities, even the ones we miss
- I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you find the strength to start all over again

ESTJ:
- There are only the pursued, pursuing, the busy and the tired
- The loniest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly

INFP:
- A woman should be able to kiss a man beautifully and romantically without any desire to be either his wife or his mistress
- And in the end, we were only humans… drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness

ENFP:
- For what it’s worth: it’s never too late to be whoever you want to be
- Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall

INTP:
- Everybody’s youth is a dream, a form of chemical madness
- The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in mind at the same time and still retain the ability to function

ENTP:
- It’s funny thing coming home. Nothing changes. Everything looks the same, even smells the same. You realize what’s changed is you
- Live the full life of mind, exhilarated by new ideas, intoxicated by the romance of unusual

INFJ:
- Life is essentially a cheat and its conditions are those of defeat: the redeeming things are not happiness and pleasure, but the deep satisfactions that come out of struggle
- I’m a romantic: a sentimental person thinks things will last, a romantic person hopes against hope that they won’t

ENFJ:
- You are the finest, loveliest, tanderest and most beautiful person I have ever known - and even that is an understandment
- There’s something between us; a sort of pull. Something you always do to me and I to you

INTJ:
- Living your life is a task so difficult, it has never been attempted before
- Why don’t you tell me that “if the girl had been worth having she’d have waited for you?” No, sir. The girl really worth having won’t wait for anybody

ENTJ:
- Genious is the ability to put into effect what is in your mind
- Nothing is beneath you if it is in the direction of your life

Happy National Book Day

magicrainbowbewbs  asked:

Hello! My friend and I recently saw your post about your great great grandmother and the nudes and we started arguing, Did the nudes make him come back? Was the husband your great great grandfather or did she remarry or something? We also started arguing about what the nudes looked like and what she was doing but out of respect I wont ask about that. Thanks!

First of all, thank you for not being a weirdo and demanding to see GGG’s nudes becauxe a lot of people here are WERID.  So if you go through the “Family Lore” tag on my blog, you can hear the whole story under “A Holiday Story”, but to Clarify:

1.  First husband was a JACKASS, drunk and abuser who had nine daughters with her, then faked his death and fucked off to Chicago.  She had every reason to believe he was dead, as his brother had been murdered due to gambling debts the year before and had to be fished out of the Thames.  Victorian England Sucked.

2. GGG re-marries, has two more daughters, including my great-grandmother, so I am not related to First husband.  Second Husband is a pretty OK guy who only beat her sometimes.  Victorian England still sucks.

3. Fist Husband runs out of money, writes her for more.  This causes a problem as they never divorced, so now GGG is committing bigamy in the eyes of British law… despite the fact they handed her his death certificate.  Victorian England- You get the idea/

4.  In the middle of this legal brouhaha, Second Husband dies from being stabbed at a Pub.  Distraught and having 11 daughters to support GGG goes to a studio and has The Nudes done and mailed to Chicago in hopes of coaxing him back.

5. First Husband, because he is a JACKASS mails them back with an angry letter saying he never loved her and “I was as glad to be rid of you as one is of a leech.”

6. Well.

7. GGG takes a look at all the bills and the lack of pensions and court fees and decides if First Husband can Fuck Off To Grand America, so can she, so she goes about making sure all of First Husband’s daughters  are married/moved away/have their names changed so the courts can’t get to them (the first nine are all adults by now). and books three tickets for her and her 16 and 14 year-old daughters of Second Husband on the Titanic, because if you’re going to Flounce from a country to go murder your First Husband, do it in STYLE.  Third-class BUT STILL.

8. Great-Aunt Liz (14) gets the measles, inadvertently saves everyone.

9.  They’re on the NEXT Boat, because First Husband Still Needs Killing, they end up picking up some of the survivors from ANOTHER wreck, which is how GG (16) met a nice Definitely Austrian Man, And Absolutely Not A Russian Jew Fleeing to America (19).  He accidentally gave her head lice, so she had to be shaved when they got to Ellis Island, and he felt so bad about it he tracked her down and presented her with a Nice Hat*.

10.  The allow the Nice “Austrian” Man to accompany them as they travel East, because this is 1912 and America is kind of an armpit so it’s handy to have a Man to deal with the locals and he’s good at bargaining and not bad-looking and regards the three of them with an Appropriate Level Of Fear.  They get to Chicago and find out First Husband has died, painfully, from drinking tainted whiskey, tell the state of illinois they’re not going to pay court fees for his sorry ass, and settle in Cleveland Ohio.  

11. GG and The “Austrian” man marry, produce my grandmother, GGG never re-marries, as she is done with the court system, but has fun taking “cooking lessons” from Mr. Bianci down the street, and everyone lives happily ever after in the relative lower-middle-class comfort.

*Unfortunately, the Nice Hat was lost when an uncle set my aunt’s house on fire during a particularly nasty divorce.  We also lost grandpa’s Hip-bone Cane and Popeye’s Single Sucessful Hunt Trophy.

When to Cast a Spell - By Weekdays

my personal correspondences by weekday, complied form my grimoire. i’ve interpreted the below poem “children” as anything that will be produced by your efforts

Monday - “Monday’s child is fair of face” - glamours, beauty and confidence spells. weather work. healing spells. 

Tuesday - “Tuesday’s child is full of grace” - communication and love spells, friendship spells. any delicate magic. plant and herb-based magic

Wednesday - “Wednesday’s child is full of woe” - cursing, hexes, bindings and banishments. space and cosmic witchcraft.

Thursday - “Thursday’s child has far to go” - spells for travel and protection, astral travel and psychic protections. sea witchcraft, hedgecraft

Friday - “Friday’s child is loving and giving” - any spell planned for someone else, love/lust spells. banishing barriers, friendship spells. kitchen witchcraft.

Saturday - “Saturday’s child works hard for its living” - job and money spells, sucess and motivation spells. creativity and truth.

Sunday - “And a child that’s born on the Sabbath day, Is fair and wise and good and gay.” - intuition spells, justice and legality.  

star-anise  asked:

I challenge you to retell any piece of Jack or Bitty's college years as a series of in-universe RPF callout posts

**whispers** dammit this is clever and I’ve never done a real callout post so let’s see how this goes

*clears throat, we’re now in the land of my UBER SUCESSFUL in-universe rpf blog. My character will be one of an ex-Pimms shipper who’s been jaded by the discourse surrounding Jack’s OD.* 

Here’s a brief coverage of Fall Semester of Year Two: 

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Kirishima really loves kids. Whenever Bakugou and him go out together, kids always end up following them, asking to play some games. Bakugou is totally pissed off (”these damn brats cannot leave us alone?”), but Kirishima looks just so happy that he gives up.

Thirteen minutes after, they’re all playing heros together. Bakugou is the villain because he wants to take revenge on the kids who destroyed his beautiful date. It means tickling them while screaming “I’LL MAKE YOU ALL REGRET IT, FUCKIN’ LITTLE HEROS”. The kids ended up loving him.

Kirishima is just so proud of his explosive boyfriend, so he makes a video of it. It is a huge sucess, and now the entire 1-A is making fun of Bakugou.

We cannot solely rely on ‘luck’ to bring good fortune in our lives. As amazing as it may be, it is actually our actions that are the providers of happiness, tranquility and longevity. ‘Luck’ is never guaranteed, however, the efforts that we make and intentions that we have, are.
—  Nicole Addison @thepowerwithin

randomnoteforfuturereference  asked:

Idea: Mušḫuššu, or sirrush, are an offshoot of Asian dragons; possibly diverging from the early ancestor of the aži. Their build and physiology allows them to travel for long distances, and at impressive speeds if need be, in the arid Middle East. Many attempts to domesticate them like camels with varying degrees of sucess.

 For some reason I can’t imagine an animal of this build being much bigger than a deer, but in that sense they might make good, albeit somewhat less intelligent doggos

Only the males have the long, straight brow horns, which they use for jousting over territory, which may contain multiple females. Their scaly hide is more similar to the osteoderms of an armadillo or crocodile than the overlapping scales of the pangolin. Nevertheless their hides were coveted for making armor in ancient times, and illegal poaching has driven them to the brink of extinction.

They aren’t as closely related to the aži, which secondarily lost its scales, as you might think. The sirrush also has the odd quality of having simple, round, grinding teeth in the rear of the jaw that function like molars, giving it a more varied diet than its aquatic relatives.  

Hey sorry i took an entire month to answer this I literally had a tab open for it the entire time and still managed to forget lmao

So Niall mentioned Eric Clapton when asked about career goals, and I think he couldn’t have chosen a better artist, because 1) if you want to be the best you have to follow in the footstepts of the best and 2) because I can’t help seeing some parallels between them.

Eric Clapton always loved music and started playing guitar when he received one as a gift when he was a kid. He started playing in bands and he was basically the guitarrist. He didn’t really start singing till he formed Cream, a rock band who achieved great sucess, and he basically played the guitar in it while also singing some songs. He formed part of some other bands, and after many break ups, he finally decided to go solo (best decision he could have made).

Basically he started being that guy who played guitar in a band and did, ocasionally, the voice in some songs, and ended being an artist that decades later still sells albums and tours. He is considered one of the biggest artists in history, he is in the Rock & Rock Hall of Fame THREE times (as a solist and with two of his bands) and he is also, as a guitar player, considered one of the best, in fact he is the number #2 in the prestigious list of Rolling Stone magazine of the “100 greatest guitarists of all time”.

I’m happy that Niall recognizes what a great artist Clapton is, and even knowing how hard it is, that he aims to have the kind of career path he has. And let me tell you that, maybe, there can’t be a second Clapton in history and it would be vain to think that a person who has just “started” in the music world can be like him, but I think that Niall is talented, hard-working and kind enough to achive great things too on his own way.

(Also as a fun fact, Eric Clapton is known in the music word with the nickname of Slowhand, a funny coincidence)

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Significant Women in Film History: 1900s-1920s

Anita Loos (1881-1981)

Born in 1881, Anita Loos spent her childhood in San Francisco. At the age of eight, her father urged Loos and her sister to begin acting in a stock company. Although acting made money for Loos and her family, she held dreams of being a writer. By 1911, Loos would be introduced to short films through the theater where she acted, which would play the reels after performances. She would soon try her luck writing screenplays and soon be writing and sending in scripts to the Biograph company. Her scenario The New York Hat would be the first to be produced. By 1915 she had moved to Hollywood, where D.W Griffith secured her a job on the payroll at the Triangle Film Corporation, making her the first writer to ever be put on a payroll at a production company. She would go on to write a number of sucessful action films for Douglass Fairbanks. Her films were often noted for their witty intertitles and Photoplay would go on to dub Loos as” The Soubrette of Satire” because of this. Throughout the 10’s and 20s, Loos screenwriting career would continue to prosper. By 1925 Loos would publish her most famous work Gentlemen Prefer Blondes which would be adapted into a film starring Marilyn Monroe and Jane Russel in 1953 (although she had no part in this particualr adaption). The novel proved popular enough that she would be able to adapt her novel for the Broadway stage not soon after and write a sequel, But Gentlemen Marry brunettes in 1927. Although she took a break due to marital issues she would return to writing for the silver screen with Red Headed Women and continue to write for MGM throughout the 1930s. In 1936 she would win an Academy Award for the film San Francisco. She would write the screenplay for one of the most famous films of the 1930s, The Women in 1939. Although she was apprehensive about changes the censors required, the film has gone on to remembered for its sharp dialogue that only Loos could have written. Throughout the 1940s she continued writing for the screen and stage. By the 1950s her biggest contribution would be the stage adaption of Collette’s Gigi, starring the then unknown Audrey Hepburn who Loos claimed to have discovered in a hotel lobby in Monte Carlo. By the 1960s she would go on to begin writing a volume of memoirs which she would continue to do into the 1970s. On August 18, 1981, Loos would die from natural causes.

Storyline of BTS albums
  • No More Dream: I don't have anything I wanna be when I grow up, I'll just do what I want. I have nothing to work for but I want sucess. #Rebel
  • O! R U L8 2?: Screw school, I still don't have any dreams. Whatever. Why we gotta work for nothing?!
  • Skool Luv Affair: Omg, I like this girl!! I suddenly want to go to school now, please accept my love.
  • Dark & Wild: SHE PLAYING ME, WHY DID I EVEN GIVE HER MY TIME OMG
  • HYYH Pt. 1: Crying because I miss her, I need her.
  • HYYH Pt. 2: Screw her, I'm gonna forget about her and do illegal stuff while I'm trying to convince myself I don't need her.
  • HYYH Epilogue: oH SHIZ, doing illegal stuff was bad, my friends are leaving (*cough* dying *cough*), wow I need her back...she's the only one who can save me from myself
  • WINGS: Hahaha, I'm over it all. I'm an adult, I can do adult-ing stuff and be SINgle.
Attention ✘ Sebastian Smythe Smut ✘

✘ A/N: There! Sorry it got too long.

BY THE WAY: My computer isn’t working, I’m on my school’s computer right now :/ And having fun/stress about beach party! YAY!

I’LL POST A LIST OF YOUR REQUESTS TODAY OR TOMORROW! 

I don’t know if it’s really good, but/so hope you like it!

@lyss-91, thank you for beta!

✘ Request by @unapologetically-insane: Omg I love your Sebastian Smythe fanfics and smuts 😏 I was wondering if you could do an angsty/smut based off of the song Attention by Charlie Puth? And basically the reader broke up with Sebastian over something but now she feels bad and wants him back.

Originally posted by pada-ackles-me

In the middle of my conversation with a remarkably attractive girl, I saw her, my not-so-lovely-but-still-lovely-ex, (Y/N) (Y/L/N).

Of all the parties in every millimeter of LA, did (Y/N) have to come right to the one I was at?

A smirk appeared on my face, of course she had to. Was probably going to any party with the mere hope of meeting me.

My brain begged for my eyes to check her out, and I let it. Focusing on her to study that body completely known by my lips. Fuck, how I missed her soft skin, her lips, her ironic gaze, all of her.

A red dress framed her body. Red. This had always been her favorite color, and it had followed her in the painting of her lips, and I noticed as she ran her hand through her hair carefully on her big fingernails that had scratched my back so many times.

My future one-night-stand continued to blab about dogs, bananas, college or whatever she was talking about. I nodded as I heard a brief pause, automatically assuming she had asked something.

I could try to remember her name, go back to the conversation and get a great night. However, my attention, and excitement, was directed at someone completely different. Too late, girl with no name.

I spent 10 seconds trying to find the girl who had vanished from my sight like smoke in the overcast sky, no sucess yet. Finally, I saw (Y/N) next to me, her usual wry smile on her lips. My icy heart tended to melt just a little at the sight of her, and I let out a grunt in denial. (Y/N) had chosen to do away with it, I shouldn’t feel bad about it. I was being strong, holding my feelings as close to my throat as possible, never letting them pass and show. She didn’t deserve this, and I certainly didn’t deserve it.

“Yet without subtlety on looking at me, Sebastian.”

Dieu es une femme.” I smiled a half-moon smile, showered with shared irony, taking care of my features when reciting an old saying. “And she wears red.” Added.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, but she was too proud to let the conversation end here and lose our little game. I knew it, and so did she.

“I bet it this red which gotcha your attention ever since I put my feet in. And not…” She gave Amber a disgusted look — oh, I did remember her name! — who was standing with arms crossed looking at the scene with a hilarious and indicative aspect of fury.

(Y/N) was right about that, the red of Amber’s overdressed dress was dull and just tightened her body to the point of letting me wonder if she really could breathe right in that. While (Y/N)’s was perfect for her.

In the past, (Y/N) considered me perfect for her. Would she throw the dress off too?

An ironic laugh floated through the air around me, making Amber think I was laughing at her and not the sadistic humor inside my head, which made her go away.

“You’re still sweet with women.”

“Says the girl who dumped me for no reason.” Ignoring the strange mixture of feelings that the person next to me was causing, I continued to converse in an ironic tone before an argument began. “By the way, how’s it you going to every LA party just to try and find me at one?”

I couldn’t decide if I hated or loved the laughter she gave.

“I think you’re deluding yourself a little too much, Smythe.” Irony had not abandoned her since the second she arrived. “I’m just having fun.”

“You throw dirt on my name so that I’d call you is a synonym for fun?” I shot (Y/N), staring at her seriously. Her light expression faltered, and I smiled. “Well, it looks like I’m not so deluded like that, món bébé.” I said her nickname in a wicked tone, but even so, those two little words rolled out of my tongue easier than I’d like to admit.

“I didn’t say bad things about you.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes, regaining a defensive posture. “I just didn’t speak good.”

I raised my eyebrow at that, about to give an answer, until I realized I didn’t have one.

(Y/N) was just standing there, staring at me after she’d said something remotely offensive. The small wrinkles on her forehead and her close eyebrows as she frowned declared that she was suprised by me still quiet waiting me to say something.

And I wanted to say.

I wanted to scream at her, wanted her to feel bad about what she did, wanted her to suffer. At the same time, I wanted to kiss her and make her mine again, remind her of how that was. I wanted (Y/N) to apologize, I wanted to love her.
And, in the last weeks, all I’ve been trying to do is not to love (Y/N). I used to think that loving someone was exhausting, but to stop loving is even worse.

Which made me sound completely stupid, like Lady Hummel. So I would never let those feelings and thoughts go into the outside world.

I was living well in my own hell, ruled by my only one.

And suppressing it all.

Because (Y/N) didn’t deserve for me to be sad, and I didn’t deserve to be bad for her. (Y/N) broke up with me because of her stupid jealous paranoia. Even if we came back, that would never change. Neither would I change my possessiveness.

We were made to go wrong.

But now, looking into her eyes, I wondered how something destined not to work could give me so many foolish feelings.

‘Cause I still didn’t answer - maybe, after all this time, I’d finally found my breaking point - and (Y/N) was watching me.

And she did the most beautiful and contradictory thing she could do; She smiled sweetly at me.

“You…” I tried to think of something to curse her, make her ill or make her quarrel with me, anything but what my tongue was begging for a chance to speak. 

“You’re the most complicated girl in the world.” I sighed in withdrawal, that was better than my subconscious wanted to do.

“And you’re the most arrogant guy in the world.” Again, (Y/N) was not going to make it cheap, of course, just like me. “But that’s why we’re good together, I guess.”

Fine, that had been like a shot and a straight ticket to paradise at the same time. Like Kurt in mute, but learning signal’s language.

“I… I’m sorry… I had a stupid crisis of jealousy. I miss you.” Before I could take it that (Y/N) had jumped her pride, my body waved goodbye to my conscious part and let my feelings pick up the reins: my lips were kissing hers hungrily.

Her thin arms curled around my neck, pulling me closer, our bodies making a dull thump as they collided.

Fuck, I’ve missed that.

I invaded (Y/N)’s mouth without asking permission, touching her tongue with mine aggressively. (Y/N) didn’t seem to care about that, about the contrary: the way her mouth contracted against my lips pointed out that she had let out a low moan, and that was what she needed to turn me on.

“What are you doing to me?” I whispered against her lips in frustration, giving up restraining myself. I raised my head, leaving us face to face. Her victory was clear, I was an addict and needed my delicious drug.

“Just what you’re doing to me.” Before (Y/N) could finish her sentence, I was already pushing her into the bathroom by the wrist. I quickly locked the door as she checked the place to make sure there was no audience.

I approached (Y/N), agilely laying her over the ceramic sink. My lips followed trail down her neck, kissing, sucking and biting the place, aware that it would leave marks on her (Y/S/C) skin later.

And I wanted those marks, so that everyone would see that she belonged to me, even if only for one night.

Her legs wrapped around my body pulled me closer, making my lower parts touch hers over our clothes. It caused me a growl and a strong bite on her neck, which made her moan loudly.

I quickly pulled myself away from her and opened the zipper of her red dress, that dress was a karma. And as I threw the piece of cloth on the floor, I realized that his whole body was my own karma.

(Y/N)’s small hands took off my shirt, and her cold fingers began the known journey on my skin, leaving a sort of electric ray through the parts she passed as my hands felt her straight curves.

“I want to prove you.” I stared (Y/N), capturing the moment her irises darkened and her pupils dilated, (Y/N)’s body language giving the confirmation I needed, but not the one I wanted. “Do you want it, babe?” I ran my fingers down her skin, noticing (Y/N)’s ragged breath. “Hmm …” I murmured as I touch (Y/N)’s intimacy over her panties. “You’re wet, why?” I kept moving my fingers over her outstretched panties, expecting her to say something, but I just got groans. I sighed in a false discontent, pushing the panties aside with one finger and shoving another inside her. “You have to tell me that, doll face. Or…” I moved my finger inside (Y/N) and she let out a moan, but I pulled it out quickly, pulling away from her then.

“Sebastian Smythe!” (Y/N) exclaimed angrily, I bet she would kill me if she found the strength to stand up.

“You have to tell me, (Y/N), why are you so wet?” I smirked, wanting to hear her words.

“I’m like this because you did it to me, Sebastian. And I need you to just come and work it out!” (Y/N) admitted in an angry tone and I laughed, approaching her again. I got to my knees as I played in her pussy with my fingers, loving how wet it felt.

“You want me to go down on you, princess?” I put one more fingers in, making her body arch. “Do you want me to prove you?” She gasped.

“Y-yes.”

“Beg.”

“What?” (Y/N) stared at me, and I smiled as I met her eyes.

“Beg.” I smirked, (Y/N) would never beg for anything, except this. What made me more excited and need for her words. “Now.” As I caressed her clit with my thumb. She let out a wailing groan, making me smirked even more.

“Please, Seb!” She cried like music to my ears. “I need you, I need you to make me cum. I need you to go down and make me yours.

“Good girl.” I smiled contentedly, then headed down into it. I placed my tongue inside one of my favorite parts on her body, delighting in the precum there. I kept licking it hungrily until (Y/N) was close. I added a finger, two inside her, which made her body tremble. I continued to delight myself there for another minute. 

Feeling my hair being pulled by (Y/N)’s hands as her legs opened and my head was pushed against my particular paradise.

Determined to end her pleasurable pain, I licked (Y/N)’s clit as I thrust four fingers into her, (Y/N) screamed and, before she came, I turned my mouth to the place it belonged, swalling every drop of her taste, the best taste in the hole world.

(Y/N) never need to warn me when she was about to come, I always knew.

“I hope you’re not tired.” I said after a few seconds of just hearing her breath catching. (Y/N),smiled at me as I licked my lower lip, which still had the taste of her.

“I’m always ready for you, love.”

Love.

Those two syllables together caused an earthquake inside me. She couldn’t call me that anymore. We were not even close to loving each other.

She wasn’t even close to loving me.

All the anger and frustration ran through my veins faster than my blood. How could (Y/N) have played so low?

I felt confused, deceived, angry, sad and yet in love. Love fucked me, and I had to discount those feelings somehow.

You’re not coming home with me tonight.” Stated the obvious to (Y/N), staring at her treacherous eyes. Her expression dropped, and a part of me felt pleasure to at least give a taste of the pain I was feeling to the girl in front of me, in counterpoint, another part just wanted to hug her and forget what had happened.
How did I get myself like this? She messed up my life, and I allowed it.

“Sebastian, I…” I started to open my jeans and take off my shoes with my feet. My boner was starting to hurt, screaming for attention.

“You what, (Y/N)? You love me?” I laughed in irony as she lowed her head. But, of course, (Y/N) continued (Y/N), which meant that she got it up the same two seconds later, ready to reply.

“It was a mistake, Sebastian, I already apologized, you know I never meant for that to happen.” I finally got off all my clothes, though (Y/N) refused to look at my body, determined to prove her point of view.

“Maybe.” I smirked, approaching her. “But, doll face…” I gripped her waist at the same time as I pushed my body forward, entering hard and fast inside her. (Y/N) screamed in a mixture of pleasure and surprise, quickly finding support on my shoulders and squeezing them. Just being inside her gave me a increditable pleasure. “You never wanted my heart, either.” I hit her once more deeply, receiving her yelling groan as my only answers. Her hand found my back in a dance known for both of us. “You just want attention.” I waited three seconds, my heart pounding in my chest for the situation and the burning desire that her smart mouth would deny my words, but she didn’t.

(Y/N) (Y/L/N) didn’t deny her non-love for me.

I tightened my grip on her waist with even more strength, my hips moving accurately fast, making us both moan loudly between our lips. Her fingernails, as expected, scraped my pale back without mercy and I kissed her mouth in a continual anguished despair. One of my hands traveled to her boobs, playing with her nipple, which made (Y/N) sigh and arch her hip even more toward my cock. As I returned my kisses to (Y/N)’s neck, in a way too long for the good of the two, I felt her perfume against my nose; Regret, sweet and strong at the same instant.

Finally, I reached her breast, letting my other hand squeeze one while I used my mouth and tongue to play with the other. The groans that came from (Y/N)’s mouth were more than obscene, making me hard than I already was.

Pulling away from her boobs, I found myself in need of feel her mouth against mine again, but (Y/N)’s refused to turn from my my shoulder, giving small bites and quick kisses toward my neck.

I knew what she was doing. (Y/N) always had something for my freckles, she loved kissing each one of them, and her favorite was on my neck.

She reached her goal, making me sigh as I felt her bite followed by a suck in one of the most visible places in my body. (Y/N) has always loved marking her territory.

I had to come, now. I felt it in my particules, I needed it more than I needed oxygen, I had to release my anger and anguish somehow, before they took over my whole body like a snake venom.

Started to run my finger down her clit as I captured her lips, moving my hips in sync with hers.

“That’s what you expected, wasn’t it?” Growled angrily against her inviting lips, sucking her bottom lip before she could answer me. I increased the rhythm of my hips and rubbed (Y/N)’s clit more, looking at her contorted face of pleasure that second, and that was enough to make me come inside her.

The cry of deliverance that (Y/N) gave next reminded me of when she was mine.

And that she would never be again.

anonymous asked:

(chanting begins at a distance) buullet points... buuullet points... Buullet Points! BUUllet POOints! BUUUULLEEET POOints! BUUUUUUUULLLEEEETTT POOOINNTTSS!!!! (CHANTING CONTINUES AT A DISTANCE)

you had me at the first chant friend

  • the first couple of times lena sees krypto, she’s still not exactly sure?? how to act around him??
    • she’ll always hesitate right before touching him because?? this is what she does right?
    • but krypto, he just is one of those dogs that seeks constant affection
      • he always wants people to pet him or sit in their lap. but he’s massive, so it’s a little hard. he’s either one of those big dogs that doesn’t really understand he’s huge or he knows that, but it’s still nice to be held sometimes
        • lena can understand that
    • so he nudges her hand or bumps up against her, and lena’s so surprised, because it just- he’s so soft and sweet and doesn’t really expect more from her than a simple pat. she can handle that, it’s good
  • kara, oh she wants to help and say yes, this okay, he already likes you a ton, but she tries to tone it down and just let it play out
    • even though it hurts her heart just a little (it’s a lot, it hurts a lot), because she knows lena sometimes does the same with her. she’ll look up and lena’s hand will be there, just barely refraining from touching her or she’ll draw away, fingers curling in her fist
    • but it’s okay, because krypto can do his friendly nudges that gets this precious, beautiful- oh gosh, she’s so gone already- but this little smile on lena’s face and kara can make sure lena knows she’s there for her and make sure she’s not at the office too late and have you eaten yet lena??
  • one time kara convinces (that implies it took multiple attempts from kara, but really, no lena said yes immediately) lena to come on a walk with them
    • but of course, of course, kara’s got to go be a hero, and she’s not really thinking when she shoves krypto’s leash into lena’s hand with a promise that she’ll be back soon
      • krypto always tries to follow along, but she can’t- she can’t bring him, because she knows it’d be a lot easier to make him disappear than her once someone catches wind of a superpowered dog
    • lena and krypto just stare at each other for a moment
    • and then he just bolts, and yes, there’s multiple photos of lena luthor, the lena luthor being dragged around by some dog
      • kara finds them two miles from where she left them and she’s just??
      • krypto looks thrilled and lena, poor lena looks like she’s been dragged bushes and grass -she was- and are those feathers??
      • but there’s this thrilled smile on lena’s face and oh, maybe kara forgets to breathe for a second but it’s okay, it’s okay because she doesn’t really have to do that but so often and it gives her an extra minute to stare
  • once kara and lena get closer (ha, see what i did there?), krypto hates it, he’s such a baby, he hates it when lena leaves
    • he’ll howl at the door for hours
      • kara’s neighbors no longer like her which just sucks?? there’s this nice older lady who used to give her any leftovers she had?? and krypto, i can’t survive without those leftovers. cookies, krypto, she’d bake me cookies
      • that’s a lie. no one can stay mad at that duo. they are only slightly annoyed
        • kara still gets her food and now treats are passed to krypto too
    • anyway, lena suggests- and she’s so worried, because is this too much but kara always tries to make sure she’s comfortable and never ridicules her and krypto just looks so sad when she leaves- so she suggests that she can take him to work one day
      • he usually stays at home or kara takes him to the deo. all the agents love him. lena’s slightly worried about his treat intake
        • j’onn totally has a bag of treats in his desk and yes, that’s a bed under it too, it’s uncomfortable on these floors, Kara
    • kara brightens at the idea and krypto? he’s definitely got some pep to his step when lena walks him into l-corp
      • he just dozes by lena’s desk. sometimes lena takes off her heels and krypto just plops down beside her feet and it’s nice and warm. his little huffs against her feet, it’s so cute
    • and when some jerk comes in a little louder than he should, a little more in lena’s space than anyone should be- it’s intimidating. lena doesn’t let it show, but she doesn’t like people in her space, she’s not used to it- krypto is between them so fast
      • no one wants to mess with this huge dog that’s just staring them down
      • lena says fuck it, krypto gets all the treats
  • sometimes lena wonders if this is how she goes, stuck between kara and krypto
    • kara always just curls around her, and it’s nice (it’s wonderful actually, it’s- it’s something she’s never experienced before, kara’s need to be close and there and oh, it’s so wonderful)
      • but it’s really hot?? not in a good way. and kara never really has on the air, because she doesn’t notice it, so it takes a few times of lena coming over before kara thinks to start turning it on
    • but with krypto added to the mix?? lena thinks she’s about to mcfreaking die
      • he tries wiggling between them, oh gosh he loves them so much, but kara just clings to lena, so eventually he gives up and just sprawls out over the both of them and lena??
        • she’s dying. she’s sweating so bad 
        • and kara, she’s so precious, sometimes she’ll notice it, but it’s the middle of the night and snapper is harassing her constantly between crime fighting so she’s tired 
          • sleepy kara is so adorable, lena doesn’t stand a chance
      • but she’s a more than a little drowsy anytime she notices lena’s suffering™ and just sort of reaches over and do you have a fever? you’re really hot
      • and then krypto’s noticing they’re awake and is crawling all over them and kara’s hovering because she’s worried and lena is still hot but mostly she’s in love because she’s got kara and krypto and they’re so amazing and they’re her family, so she just waves them off and gets them to go back to sleep
        • she maybe switches out the thick comforters kara has, but it’s life or death come on
        • alex has to tell kara remember to turn on the air before you cause your girlfriend to have a heat stroke
  • game nights are ridiculous
    • kara and krypto have seem to come to the agreement to help each other steal food from everyone’s plates??
    • no one can resist big, fluffy krypto rolling over beside them or oh, offering his cute paw to shake and kara’s just plucking food right off their plate
      • she teaches krypto to high five just so they can do it after a sucessful operation
    • and all kara has to do is throw an arm around alex or get winn talking about the latest alien with james to distract them. she presses a kiss to lena’s cheek- screw sauve lena luthor, she’s a dork and in love and yes, that’s all it takes for lena to get flustered and distracted when it comes to kara
      • they are the most adorable team. everyone knows what’s happening, they don’t care
  • kara and lena try and go on a trip for a weekend, and winn and james convince them to leave krypto for a guys night
      • it’s good because krypto can get overwhelmed too. when the lights and sounds are too much and a completely different place may get too rough for the doggo
    • kara and lena call constantly. it’s so fucking ridiculous. james starts ignoring their calls until lena threatens to fuck up his suit. he doesn’t know how, but all he knows is that winn swallows nervously, tugging on his tie and that lena is not to be messed with
      • not because she’s a luthor. they had their issues when they first met. more james being untrusting because his best friend suffered at the hands of her brother, but now? not even mentioning the sappy way she looks at kara or they way, oh she melts anytime kara walks into the room or is mentioned, but just simply lena- there’s nothing simple about her, she’s smart and gentle to the ones she loves and is amazing- lena is good
      • but because he’s seen her at game nights. she’s ruthless man, no mercy.
        • she loans kara money in monopoly everytime
      • he makes sure to answer every call after that
    • by the time they get back, kara opens the door and it’s just. a mess. there’s food boxes everywhere and the curtains are ripped and lena, the table’s broken, why is the table broken
      • winn is passed out on the chair with his tie half eaten and james is on the floor
      • krypto looks very comfortable on the couch with a blanket
        • he’s even happier when he sees his two favorite people are back, and they just hug him so tight. it’s so cute to see.

this got really long, i’m going to stop

Mason (Part Seven) - Morgan Rielly

A/N: Part Seven is here! I can’t believe this journey is almost over! I plan on doing an epilogue piece to wrap this mini series up! Thank you to everyone who’s stuck with this! I’m pleased to say this was my first series and I’m glad it’s been super sucessful! Love you all!

Requested: Yes/No

Characters: Morgan Rielly

Words: 4,207

Warnings: None

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zutara fics

hey, so yes i decided to write down every zutara fics i have read on this post to keep everything organized cause i always somehow manage to lose the ones i finished and on times when i feel like rereading it, they’re gone and i’m left searching for it everywhere with no sucess, anyway! there i go..

before i begin i want to add that you should please, please! check out the tags and warnings cause the first one is pretty intense and definitely not for everyone

archiveofourown.org

fanfiction.net

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well, i can’t find the rest right now but i will keep this updated whenever i finish something i will add it here, happy readings 

170. Lily brings James over for dinner one day just after 7th year, and Petunia is there with Vernon. James tries his hardest not to say anything insulting or stupid, (while being very nervous) and at first his attempts are sucessful. Mr and Mrs Evans leave the room and Petunia says something about his nerves. James fires back by casually mentioning how her taste in men is just as awful as she is (goddammit Sirius for teaching me what a decent man is by a 3am conversation). Petunia shouts at Lily about how awful James is, Lily defends James….sorta. Mr and Mrs Evans run back in because the girls are fighting and the boys are uncomfortable. They stop the fight and James thanks them for dinner and mentions he should probably get going. He murmurs a spell that transfigures Petunia’s pearl necklace into bees and Vernon’s jacket into a sheep. James had left by the time it finished transfiguring. Lily walked out and scolded him but thought that was great. Vernon did get told about magic and avoided obliviation.

No matter how their relationship will end up,i will probably still love it ..we still have another 8 weeks to go with this beautiful Anime

Unmasked

You’d been partners with Reaper for a little over a year now, working as bountyhunters.  Between your contacts for getting high paying jobs, military training, and his…..ability, to become a literal phantom, the two of you were an unstoppable team.  You got the job done, got paid, and moved on.  Of course, there were times when one or both of you would want a break, or need one to heal up.  The two of you were good, but neither of you were invincible, although Reaper seemed pretty darned close.  However you’d learned he was at least somewhat human when after a particularly violent fight he’d started bleeding actual blood.  It had freaked you out a lot, but he recovered quickly in the days following.  There had been a few other rare instances, but all in all you could count the number of times you’d seen Reaper bleed on one hand.  Although this incident may make it two.  The bounty was surprisingly an object rather than a person, but the security system was far more powerful than either of you had anticipated.  Reaper had taken practically all the hits while you found a way to disarm it.  

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