this is the last one i have done

Dinner // H.S.

I open the oven and take out the chicken before turning it off and attending to the green beans on the stove. I fan myself with a nearby magazine to cool my skin. It’s hot. Too hot. I leave the stove after checking that the knobs are all correctly turned, walking over to the living room to turn the temperature down a few degrees. As I turn to make my way back to the kitchen, I hear the jiggling of keys and the click of the lock. A few seconds later, the door opens to reveal a very exhausted Harry.

“Hey, baby. How was your day?”

He scoffs and drops his messenger bag onto the floor before collapsing into a chair at the dining table.

“Not the best, (y/n).”

I walk over and stand behind him, rubbing his shoulders and neck lightly. He had been in the studio every day for the past two weeks and I’ve been noticing how stressed he is. They’ll be touring before we know it and it’ll only get worse.

“How come?”

“We were supposed to be done today, but I kept screwing up this one verse. We ended up just leaving for the day, so we’ll all have to go back tomorrow and-“ he sighs and rests his face in his palms, “I’m just so out of it.”

“You’ll get it tomorrow and it’ll be done early in the day. We’ll do something to celebrate, I promise.” I remove my hands from his shoulders and walk back into the kitchen to make plates for us both. “But, for now, how about we eat, yeah?”

He forces a grin and stands up to join me in the kitchen, opening the fridge and pulling out a beer bottle.

“Y/N, you want anything to drink?”

“Erm, yeah, grab me a beer as well.”

He does so and brings them to the table, along with silverware. I fill our plates with chicken, green beans, and salad before joining him at the table. He sits across from me, but he’s not so far since the table is more of a small square. We start to eat in silence and I mostly watch him stare at his plate and I can tell he’s beating himself up over his little mistakes. I already know there’s nothing I can say to comfort him, but I do know something that I can do. He’ll never admit to it, but he absolutely loves being possessive, and I know I shouldn’t like it, but it’s basically the hottest fucking thing he does. He does need a distraction.

“So, work was interesting today.”

I smile wickedly at him and he finally looks at me.

“Oh yeah? What happened?”

I look down and push my green beans around with my fork, still grinning deviously.

“There’s this new guy at the office; he’s quite cheeky. He kept showing up at my cubicle to talk to me and he’s really quite handsome. He even went out and got me Starbucks.”

I glance up and he is staring at me now, his fists balled up on the table. I try to hide my excitement, but I can see the jealousy burning in his eyes.

“Really. And what else?”

I look up innocently and flip my hair over my shoulder. He’s impatiently awaiting my reply.

“He asked me on a date.”

In all honesty, I laughed in Tommy’s face, pointing at the picture of Harry and I on my desk. He was disappointed, but I could really care less. I already have the man of my dreams and I couldn’t ask for anything more. For the sake of my desire to have Harry fuck me on this table, I lie straight to his fuming face.

“I said I’d think about it.”

I pretend to think little of my response, putting one last bite of chicken into my mouth before deciding I’m done. I look up and his face is red, his eyes narrowed and dark. I pick up my plate and carry it nonchalantly to the sink. I rinse it off, and dispose of the few leftover pieces. As soon as the water shuts off, I feel two large, warm hands grasp onto my hips. Harry presses his crotch into my behind and I try to hold back a moan, but the tightness of his pants against my thin yoga pants is too much. I turn to face him and immediately, he roughly pulls my shirt over my head, letting it fall to the counter next to the sink. He doesn’t kiss me, but presses his lips to my neck instead, pulling the skin between his teeth and sucking harshly. A bruise appears quickly and he releases my neck, rolling his tongue over it soothingly. His mouth finds its way to my ear next as his hands run over my torso before reaching to my back and unhooking my bra.

“This mark is proof that you’re mine.”

He hisses the last part in my ear making my legs feel like jello. His hips push into me harder than before, holding me up between him and the counter. I don’t respond to him, because I don’t want him to be done yet. If I agree, he might just return to his dinner. Instead, I maintain a straight face so that he creates similar hickies on each of my breasts, the contact causing me to pant uncontrollably. My chest rises and falls under his mouth and I feel myself get incredibly wet. I wrap my arms around him, tugging at the hem of his shirt, but he grabs my wrists, slamming them against the cupboard and pinning them there. The harsh contact with the wood makes me cry out, but I love the feeling.

“I’m going to show you, Y/N. You’re mine. No one else’s.”

He flips me around and pushes my back down so that my chest is flat against the freezing countertop. I feel his warm fingers hook onto my pants and thong, pulling them down and leaving them at my ankles. I try to turn around to look at him, but he presses my cheek onto the cold granite. He removes his hand, but I don’t dare move my body, no matter how curious I am. I see from the corner of my eyes as his shirt falls to the floor. I close my eyes and gulp as I hear the zipper of his jeans and the light noise of the material hitting the floor. One of his hands grips onto my hip as I feel his hard member between my thighs. I instinctively spread my legs shoulder width apart to give him room. I want him so badly and he doesn’t even realize what I’m doing. That’s the point. I want jealousy pumping through his veins the entire time. My eyes are still closed when he pushes himself into my entrance without any warning, making me gasp as he fills me up. My hands smack onto the surface, trying to claw at it. Once inside, Harry instantly pulls back, thrusting back in ten times harder than the first time. My lips part, resting against the counter, moans expelling as he continues to thrust, slowly out and very quickly in. His free hand runs up my back and finally reaches my head. He holds tightly to a tuft of my hair, pulling on it lightly. My head lifts from the cold surface and he bends down to run his lips along my shoulder. The position makes his thrusts hit the perfect spot, making me scream loudly. He pulls my hair again and I arch my back, lifting my chest off of the counter as well. His other hand leaves my hip and holds onto my breast instead, holding my body there.

“Say it, Y/N. Say you’re mine.”

I can’t speak. I can’t do anything but whimper and pant in pleasure. He slams into me, this time his hips slapping against my bottom and he stops there. I long for more friction. I need it.

“I’ll stay right here until you say it.”

He tugs at my hair again and leans down to nibble at my earlobe. His lips are tantalizing me even more.

“I’m yours, Harry! Please, fuck me!”

I can feel his devilish grin against my shoulder as he pulls his body back up to stand up straight as he continues the movement of his hips, making my jaw drop in ecstasy.

“All mine, Y/N!”

I feel my climax approach and moan loudly as his fingers reach around my thigh and rub tight circles around my clit.

“All yours, Harry! All yours! Ohh, god. I’m clossse!”

He gyrates his hips to hit my g-spot each time and the loud, deep groans escaping his throat send me over the edge. My legs shake and tremble when he slows his pace down, coming as he mumbles my name over and over under his breath. As we finish together, he pulls out and when he is no longer holding me up, I let myself fall to the floor. He pulls his pants up and joins me, sitting on the wooden floor and pulling me into his arms comfortingly, kissing my lips passionately. I try to catch my breath between kisses, finally resting my head on his shoulder and chuckling lightly.

“I guess I’ll say no to that date, then.”

Hey everyone, I want to let you know that I’m moving to a new house so I have a lot of work ahead of me, and I will be offline for a couple of days later next week too. I’m going to try and set up a queue but I’m not really good at that, so you can expect more reblogs. :D 

 I also want to take this opportunity to thank each one of you for following this blog, not too long ago, it reached the number of followers the old blog used to have, it took one and a half years and I’m so glad you’re here.

 I have a beautiful and rare photo of Stevie to share with you as a thank you for your constant support, so check back later. 

 Last but not least, a big apology to the many anons who’ve sent me questions and requests in the past month (palm reading anon, if you’re reading this, I don’t think it should be done without consent :D ), hopefully, I’ll be able to catch up with everything once I’m settled in the new house. :)

 I’ll leave you with this gorgeous gif for now.

Danielle

“Holy water. You bastard,” said Hastur. “You complete bastard. He hadn’t never done nothing to you.”


Inktober #21 “Furious” (& Hastur from Good Omens)

I’m not very happy with this one, but whatever. About Ligur’s and Hastur’s look in my headcanon: we know it’s been a long time since Ligur’s been on Earth (Hastur tells him: "It’s a car. A horseless carriage (…) I expect they didn’t have them last time you was here. Not for what you might call general use"). So I gave him something like 19th century clothes. Hastur came more recently, but I don’t think he’s on Earth very often. I imagined him still quite fond of a 1920′s mafioso look. (Maybe Crowley says ciao to mock him ^^)

Toshiya BURRN! Interview 2/3

“It’s like a mirage, when I get close to it  the person I want to be gets away”

In the past 20 years, while pursuing music as a goal persistently, there were also adverse effects from the down tuning to get sound pressure and heaviness. He also has dealt with the difficulties of his position as bassist with an innovative playing method. However, we talk about  even now he is like “I’m not doing 100% things that I want to do” or “Maybe I should have done more things because there are many”.

Text: You Masuda

Part 1/3 here.

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anonymous asked:

Maybe I'm like dense or something but why are San Vers folks calling the show homophobic? Did I miss something? I kinda stopped watching the show last year, so I'm not invested or anything I'm just curious af (if there's a can of worms involved, you don't have to answer, and if it's the usual 'storyline not happening the way we want it to waaah' stuff, no need to explain) thanks and have a good one!

oh good lord. well it’s nice to know that as dumb as some of the stuff on my dash has been, i’ve yet to see anyone outright say they’re homophobic. so there’s that. well done, dash. but assuming what you’re seeing is just an extension of what i have seen, then yeah, it’s literally just displeasure at what’s happening dressed up in social justice advocacy to cloak it in a false sense of legitimacy. this isn’t unique to this fandom, it’s been a trick fandom has been pulling for the last couple of years, but it’s certainly reaching epic levels of ridiculousness when a show with two explicitly gay characters in an explicitly romantic storyline that is literally all about their relationship to the detriment of pretty much anything else about these characters since they’ve been together and has, when confronted with an actor choosing to leave, not only forewarned its viewers that this would be happening, but has doubled down on giving the character and the couple a proper storyline building up to that character’s promised happy exit… is getting called homophobic.

I MEAN, COME ON.

polym78  asked:

When you get this, reply with 5 things that make you happy, then send it to the last 10 people you have notes from in your activity ❤️

i got one from @pollycro as well so here it goes! i’ve done i think two of these before so hopefully i don’t run out of things that make me happy so i can keep them fresh for y’all and you get a better sense of who i am! hahaha.

1) snuggling in rainy weather with a nice cup of coffee or hot chocolate

2) my aunt’s fresh made biscuits with honey butter and blackberry jam

3) my brother’s laugh

4) when we have cookouts for my birthday and all my loved ones get a lil turnt and we pay board games and laugh and eat really good food

5) there was a night when two of my friends and I sat on the back porch of our university’s old library facing the “quad” and smoked and drank beers and just talked about love and life and everything and anything. other nights like that? the feeling i had. that feeling makes me happy.

anonymous asked:

Taylor's promo song in the past have usually done between 80k-150k but it's funny that her promo songs are still outselling and doing better than artists singles on the charts. To go back last era I look it up so with WTNY this was one of the few promo songs before the album "Hot Digital Songs: #5 Welcome To New York, @taylorswift13 84,000 (debut)." and Gorgeous will debut with basically that much too. Ready For It did what Out of the Woods did sales wise both were 1st promo songs.

well she is Taylor. not many in her league 

Ok so the “Anon” hater is back...

They are flooding my inbox. I think they are obsessed with me…its a bit creepy actually. If this was real life, I would get a restraining order against them. Apparently they said they aren’t going to leave me alone and that they are going to keep sending me hate… shows how much of a life they have. Funny since they said previously “I am done with you and your shit” … APPARENTLY YOU’RE NOT!!

OH PS!! I did get your asks last night and I replied with screencaps of our past conversations! Just an FYI to you! 

Ok thats all! Staying strong here. Got my protection squad!! Not going to publish the hate unless I get really tempted to! Besides, I took the appropriate action ;) This constitutes as cyber bullying! Its disgusting and immature. But if there’s one thing this person wants, its attention! Anyhoo Lets get back to posts now!!  

let’s talk about Benny Boo…

Hey, so Ben Fankhauser doesn’t have a wikipedia page which is so weird like what?

But anyway, because of that, a lot of stuff that he has done isn’t well known so here’s two things I think a lot of people don’t know about him but totally should.

1. Have you seen him sing “Just Like Me”? well, there’s a professional recording of that but he doesn’t sing it lol (but it’s still very good when Justin Guarini sings it). Anyway, he sings a song called “Gone” on the album which is the last one on the album (I think) but it’s like the best song ever actually and it really showcases his talent and ugh go listen to it and fangirl about it with me.

2. He played Ernest (a replacement) who is gay and makes out with another male character and there’s a bootleg out there so… (also Christy Altomare played Wendla and I love her more than anyone)


More needs to be figured out about him :( (not like in a creepy invading his personal life type of way but his career life)

anonymous asked:

Do you have or know of any good Carrison smut works?

Tonight, I’m in Charge- This is one of mine! If you like the thought of dominant Carrie, this would definitely be for you. Rated E for explicit, Seriously pretty much PWP

In Sick as Every Dog and in Health- by the wonderful @hewouldve. The last chapter posted has mature content. The story isn’t finished, but it’s very well done, and is an interesting concept. Rated M for Mature

Bubble Pop Electric- by the ever fabulous @titasjournal. Another M for Mature fic. 


These are the only ones I can think of off the top of my head! I hope you enjoy and don’t forget to comment/leave kudos! 

So I’ve been thinking of this idea where the turts are out of the shadows and instead of everyone being repelled and afraid, they kind of become celebrities. Idk, it may have been done before (actually probably) but the bros are competing for popularity and of course Leo is the highest, followed by Michelangelo and Raphael who are always trading places. But Donatello is consistently last because he’s the shy one and doesn’t care for the spotlight. I don’t know much more about it, other than there being the drama of ‘losing who they are’ and such, but it’s something that I’ve been thinking about for a while. Idk if I want it to be a fic, or a x reader… idk. Though I’m thinking about running it by Orange and getting her opinion on it. Might rekindle something…

It’s nearly over!!!

This is my last week of uni contact time. So last week of classes and lectures. I then have a week to prepare for my 4 exams, which is going to be rough, but I am just so SO done with uni now. I’m ready for this to be over … I’m almost EXCITED for exams to be here because I know I am finally free.

All I have left to finish is one major assignment, two final module quizzes, present my group research project and finish watching lectures.


All I can say right now is:

Originally posted by toust

i have this short book called “the cia’s greatest hits” and its like a compilation of a bunch of evil shit the cia has done, 2 pages each per operation and i cant find a pdf anywhere but its worth reading and i wish i could link it bc the cia is fucking vile and they should be more widely hated and more americans should know about all of the disgusting and horrific stuff theyve been responsible for

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A doodled comic about my many inconsequential quirk related questions 

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modern disney aesthetic
↳ aladdin

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mist and shadow
cloud and shade
all shall fade

all shall fade

Patience yields focus.
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What is a legacy? It’s planting seeds in a garden you never get to see.

Stan Talent. Stan EXO. (pt 1) (pt 2) (pt 3) (pt 4) (pt 5) (pt 6) (pt 7) (pt 8) (pt 9) (pt 10 - other talents) (pt 11 - talent?)