this is the only reason i got glasses

hello everyb. it me, doctor elly, cat doctor ph.d (Ph.luffy Doctor).

so many people sufferin so much lately. in world, and also on small human scale. human roommnt Rave Sahnsyed and me hear from especial many of yu in this week. some of u lost somebyyd or somthin important, or anticipting loss. som of u feel so lonely n isolated. some of u have get in truble for mistake & torn between fel guilty bad (for mistake) & resent (for unfair reaction). other ppl feel guilt for have problem in face of global scary tension. some of u just very scared for no reason, or all reason.

im dont mean 2 minimize all individ problem by combinin response this way. but i am nonly one small cat & carnt even read. so, its hard 2 answer all of this. especial hard for me 2 answer questions no one can answer, like, what happen if we cannot stop unraveling of global systm? jeez, i donnt no. im domb as hell.i mean yestrday i got trap again between glass tabletop n table.

so look, i say this only. i make recomend:take some time 2 NOT BE ON INTERNET. i know this sim like denial – STOP ABSORBING INFORMATION! – but internet IN PARTICULAR is machine for collapsing of experience. is no way 2 make emotional distinction betwen things Happenin to U and things Happenin to World that matter and things Happnin to U And World that dont matter, on itnernet. its all comes at u all time and it only make so tired.

so this is why im ask  u to unplug for couple hours or days if u can. ok? try maybe only tomor saturday. read book from paper, newspaper from paper. go outdise if u can, see how flowers comin in on trees. perhaps go to tax march tomor if u feel like u must engage with World. listen to new kendrick album!! (doctor lely luv kendric.) enjoy sensual, concrete pleasure and pains. try 2 spend time living consciously in those sensations, good n bad. 

adapt this recomnednatin to yur personal situat and limits. i cant atully go outside bc will die of panic attack if bird or squril gets 2 close. so im just stick my butt out window in the sun. this give me perspectiv and warm.

will this solv world problem? of course not. but mayb will give u strength & distance from feeling of crushing overwhelm, deep breath from which yu can re-enter heartbreaking lovely pointless important garbage endeavor of being alive. im tellin yu, those flower are gud.


Dear Taylor,

I’m Suzy and I want to share with you something that is a big part of my life and that you are also a big part of it. When I was High School I wasn’t the most popular and didn’t have to many friends. I had braces, glasses, and didn’t know how to dress and teens called me weird. The only reason guys liked me was because of my body and that made me feel so used. I listened to your music a lot and it got me through a lot of hard times. When it came to prom my senior year, I thought I was actually going to get to go because a guy I really liked told me he would take me but in the end he backed out. I was left feeling like I wasn’t pretty enough or worthy of even going. That I would be laughed at if I went by myself. I decided to stay home, I wish I would have had friends to go with but none of them so called “friends” wanted to go with me. I was very unsure of who I was, until a few years ago. I went to your 1989 Tour and I heard your clean speech and the lines that stuck out to me the most of what you said was “You are NOT somebody else’s opinion of you.” and “You ARE your own definition of beautiful and worthwhile.” I knew from that moment, I am who I know I am. That I am beautiful no matter what others say. You gave me hope!! Now I am stronger, more confident, and feel beautiful!! I decided that since this year is my 25th Birthday, I want to have a party that is Prom themed!! That this will be the prom I have always dreamed of, the one I didn’t go to because I was afraid to. But now I am fearless!! I know this is kind of last minute and I know you are a very busy person but I would love to invite you to my 25th Birthday Prom!!! There will be lots of food, music, and dancing!!! A place where I am free to be myself, a place where love will be!!! My Birthday Party will be on Saturday, June 24th, 2017!!! Would you, @taylorswift be my guest of honor at my birthday prom??? It would be a way of thanking you for all you have done for me and to have you at my party celebrating who I am now, it would mean so much to me!! I know it is such short notice but it would mean the world!!! I can’t say how incredible you are and how you have changed my life with your kind and loving words!!! I love you, Tay  :)


Suzy W

I am convinced only niggas from California are delusional about black women and how they are treated. Maybe if they take their rose-colored glasses off for a second, they’d realize colorism is alive and well. They always swear “Beauty comes in all shades and sizes! No colorism here! We love our brown and chocolate sistas!” Meanwhile colorist casting agencies and modeling gigs come from L.A. I can never fully respect West Coast hip-hop culture for this exact reason. They got a black woman problem, dark skin problem, and their music is filled with rape culture sentiments about us. And it’s always 90% L.A. niggas and bitches who believe colorism is a myth. It’s not that they’re denying it, it’s that they simply believe all black women are equal in their eyes.        This “colorblind” mentality they have about black women is problematic. A lot of them simply just pretend it’s not real so they can keep disenfranchising us. They want to discriminate against dark-skinned and even monoracial black women in peace. Face it, the South may be fucked up with their colorism, but at least most of us and our families don’t deny it’s a thing. A lot of us may just think it “goes both ways,” but discrimination and misogynoir against dark-skinned black women isn’t outright denied like it is in the West Coast. Y’all got a problem, and it needs to end. 

Rowan Whitethorn

So I went to see this bird show right and the only reason I agreed to go was I wanted to see a hawk, so I got there and they’re like “so here is our white tailed hawk” and I was like ooh and then they were like “his name is rowan” and I swear to god I jumped out of my seat and viscously pumped my fist in the air and everyone was looking at me like wtf girl

What am I to you? ~ Park Jimin [Fuff/Smut]

Group: BTS
Member: Park Jimin
Type: Fluff/Smut
Word Count: 
Part: 1/2 

When everything around you becomes hazy and the only thing in focus is you and that person…is that considered love? Giving yourself up to not hurt them? To ignore your feelings so they can be happy? But what if it’s taking over your life and there’s absolutely nothing you can do about it?
That’s the cruel thing about love.
You can’t decide when to stop your heart from fluttering for someone.  It might hurt at first, make you feel like your heart is exploding but eventually it’ll pass. The pain of loving someone who doesn’t even know you exist.

You’re walking through the cramped hallway, your locks framing your head perfectly as you keep your gaze fixed on the tiles underneath her feet, looking at the mess that’s your reflection. Your head hangs low to avoid any possible eye contact with him. Every time he passes, the moment seems to freeze. Your heart seems to skip a beat whenever you catch him smiling, talking so passionately about the things he’s enjoys.  The way his hazelnut brown eyes light up with so much adoration like a million shining stars at night.
Your heart seems to break whenever you see him touching another girl like they’ve known each other for years.
A smile tugs on the edge of your lips by the thought of it. You quickly catch your lower lip between your teeth to avoid anyone from noticing.
You quickly run into class, your heart stopping when you see him sitting in front of the class. He’s sitting on his desk, talking to the other boys of the football team and with the cheerleading captain by his site. You pull your syllabus closer to your face to hide your red cheeks burning with fire. Your breath hitches in your throat when you see him catch his lower lip between his teeth and biting down on it ever so gently. You quicken your path to avoid your thoughts from going any further and sit down at your desk at the back of the class, listening to his fainted giggles mixing in with the loud obnoxious ones from the girl next to him and seeming to admire him more by the second.
You drop your head on the desk and watch him from afar. You let out a deep breath out of frustration and shut your eyes. Why is it so hard to forget about him when he doesn’t even seem to notice your existence?
But who are you to blame? His short brown hair and gentle dark eyes are able to make any girl fall for him in a matter of seconds. To him, you probably are no one. The thought of you feeling attracted towards him, might even be absolutely stupid to him. When the bell finally rips you out of your thoughts your heart drops by the sight in front of you. Her hand on his arm, laughing hysterically at  one of his jokes.  

You want to scream, run away or slap the smile out of her face but then again, you’re in no position to feel jealous or protective over him. In the end, he doesn’t even know you exist.
You quickly collect all your things, not wanting to bear the sight in front of you any longer. He waves good bye to the girl when you walk past.
You start to feel uneasy, tears prickling your eyes. Your heart breaking more every time he walks pasts you without even noticing you.
Suddenly you feel a hand brushing against your shoulder gently. You stop in your step and stare ahead, trying to control your emotions. You slowly turn around to them, so many thoughts wandering through your mind.
Your eyes widen when you hear your names fall from the lips you’ve dreamt of so many times. He gently turns you around, his eyes glistening when he locks eyes with you. Your mouth falls open by the sudden realization that your only wish finally came true. He giggles gently at your expression, his lips turning into a smirk. “Can we talk?”

You’re trying to keep up with his fast pace as you follow him outside. You open the door to the rooftop and stop for a moment. He continues walking without looking back at you once. Snow is falling miraculously from the sky and onto your oversized bobble head. You wrap your coat around your body tighter and slowly walk over to him. He’s standing at the edge of the roof, staring down at the in white covered city.  

“Park Jimin…” you mumble, your voice not recognizable to you. You hear your heart thumping inside your chest, feeling like it’s going to burst out any moment.

Your breath hitches in your throat when he turns around to you, his gaze meeting yours. “Why do you like me, Y/N?” he asks. You feel your anxiety raise inside of you and want to avoid any further conversations with him.
“Well…just because.” you’re having trouble forming proper sentences as his intense stare burns into your eyes. There are no emotions on his face, his skin glistening underneath the snowflakes melting on his face.
He giggles at your answer and turns away from you, leaning his body against the brick wall. “That’s not an answer, Y/N.” he answers, his tone appearing more impatient. 

You gulp, your mind giving you endless possibilities of how you could mess this conversation up any more. “I just do…”

Jimin turns back to you quickly, taking a step further towards you. His mouth is only a hairs-breadth away from yours and you feel his minty breath on your shivering lips. His eyes wander from yours down to your mouth and he bites down on his lower lip gently. “That’s not the answer. Tell me why I’m the only guy you seem to focus on. Why all the other guys don’t seem interesting to you, Y/N. There’s got to be a reason.” he growls and pushes you into the glass door behind you. 

You feel tears starting to fill your eyes and want to scream but something about him makes you feel easy, something tells you to stay. 

“You aren’t like the other guys, Park Jimin. You might be the most wanted guy in town but I know you’re different.”

Suddenly he slams his hand down into the glass next to you, making you jump at the sudden movement. He shakes his head at your words and looks up at you again. “I fucked every girl in this building, got expelled twice and didn’t show any interest in you at all and yet you still seem to have nothing else on that sweet little mind of yours, but me. Why?”

You gulp, feeling your body burn with desire by his threatening words. Something about him makes you lure for his touch. “We’ve been friends since kindergarten, Jimin. Things don’t change that quickly. No matter how much you try to ignore me, I know you’ll always be yourself, Park Jimin.” you answer.

Jimin places his thumb over your lips and parts them slightly, a smirk lying on his lips. “No, it’s because I’m dangerous and I know you like to play dangerous games, kitten.”

He presses his lips against yours in a hot, forceful kiss, his hand wandering up and into your hair.

“Then how about we play one, kitten?”

Part 2 coming soon! ~ Love, Youngmi.

Oh my god, you guys..are so sweet and I really apprectiate all your kind words! 

I’m not going to leave, I was just saying sometimes I’m tempted to…destroy sth I was building. Like that feeling when you’re holding a mug (maybe it’s your favourite mug you got from a friend with their drawing of Loki on it and inscription “I drink what I want”, or a random mug, or a glass) and you have a sudden urge to smash it on the wall. Without a good reason. You can actually feel yourself doing it but you don’t. That’s how I feel sometimes. 

So don’t worry, I’m not delating my blog (it’s my only form of validation, I need it) and I’m currently working on another part of that voltron series. Here is a small glimpse:

Fic rec series: Down to Agincourt

Okay, so I am about to rec you a fic that is actually an entire book series, Down to Agincourt. The word count is massive, I will not lie to you. Currently, word count is over one million.

Don’t freak, okay. Take it out of fic context and put it into book context: the Harry Potter series is longer than this fic series- thus far. The most recent one has chaps 22/25 posted.

Still. Harry Potter. Song of Fire and Ice. The Dark Tower. Wheel of Time (coming in at a whopping 3.3M).

Okay. We good? I’m not reccing you a fic, I’m reccing you a book series. Don’t balk.

You good? You calm? You gonna hear me out? Good.

NO! Don’t leave. You will sit yourself right there and you will fucking listen before you balk and panic over word count. I repeat: Book. Series.

Let’s start at the beginning, shall we?

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What a Tease.

gif from: isophhia  gif source: x

(check out their posts bc they are a peaky blinders blog and have a lot of cool posts)

John Shelby x Reader

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 

Prompt: You are hired by the Shelby’s after impressing them. 

A/N: I will be releasing a part 2 that involves more reader and John stuff than this one. This is more of an introduction than anything with slight hints at John taking a liking to you. Hope you enjoy!

Smoke swirled about the room, topped with laughter and the strong scent of alcohol. The further into the night, the looser the lips in the room became. Louder and louder as more people packed in the later in the day it became. The front doors smacked against the wall as they entered and the room became slightly quieter, still loud with whispers. As the three entered the side room the bar crescendoed back into speaking and laughter. 

You wasted no time and walked behind the bar reaching for the top shelf placing three glasses and whiskey on a tray. You passed the men crowding around the bar stools towards the Shelby’s side room. The tray weighed down on your hand as you knocked with ease on the small door. A creak came from the door that was now opened slightly, inviting you in. Only one of them looked up at you as he took a large puff on the cigar in his hand. The other two continued talking not paying attention to you pouring the whiskey into the glasses. Silently listening to the conversation acting as if you were hearing nothing about their newest business plan, your eyes drift upwards from the drink making unwavering eye contact with the lighter haired Blinder. Usually you avoided doing this with guys, knowing it usually only leads to trouble. Maybe it was because you were yelled at by the boss today or that you had been groped by twice as many guys today but you didn’t break as you continued to pour drinks.

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skip-supports-ships  asked:

Newt/Percival prompt- Percival needs glasses and Newt is loving the glasses look

One prompt coming right up, I hope you like it!:

For @realpercivalgraves and @skip-supports-ships

“Percival? Percival have you seen my-?” Newt’s words died right in his mouth as he stared at the sight before him.

Percival was sitting on the bed, a pair of glasses perched upon his nose as he read book under the dim light of the bulb. The older wizard looked up, quite confused at the way the magizoologist was currently staring at him. “What did you lose this time?”

He seemed to pause, sighing as he put the book down and took of his glasses. “Please tell me none of your beasts got out…”

“Hmm?” It was quite hard for Newt to concentrate for some reason. “Oh no, no. Not at all, all my creatures are accounted for. No it’s, it’s… How long have you been wearing glasses?”

“These things? For several years, though I only use them for reading. Why?”

“No- no reason…” Newt muttered, looking down at his hands. 

He clearly didn’t want to let on how much this was affecting him, and that in itself brought a delightful challenge with it for the older wizard.

Percival slowly rose from his bed, smirking as he slowly closed the distance between them. “Mr. Scamander…” he drawled, “I believe that you might be compromised.”


“Hmm,” Graves hummed, “If I didn’t know any better” he put his glasses back on “I’d say you have a thing for my glasses.”

Newt shook his head, “I wouldn’t-”

“Wouldn’t you?” Percival rested an arm against the wall as he leaned over the magizoologist, just a few more inches and their chests would touch… “Such a shame.”

The auror chuckled, leaning in to whisper into the Brit’s ear. “I do hope you find whatever it is you’re looking for, Newt.” He walked away, staring at a flustered brit over the rim of his glasses one last time before returning to his book.

Jumped: Part 2

Part 1

After a day of marathon shopping with Oliver, I was ready for a quiet evening at home. I reheated some pasta and curled up on the couch with a book (that I totally intended to read but probably wouldn’t), a glass of wine and my phone. My fingers were itching to pull up the picture from earlier. I wanted to play it cool and pretend like I hadn’t been affected by my celebrity encounter, but I was. And it wasn’t that he was famous (I was pretty sure). It was him, it was this guy who had this presence that I couldn’t describe. The banter on the phone, the blueness of his eyes, the rush of my heart when his fingers brushed mine, these were the things that stuck with me, that had been circling my brain all day.

With a sigh, I gave up my pretense and opened the photo app on my phone. There it was, the selfie. He was right. I did look terrified. My eyes were wide, my lips pale and in a tight line as I stared into the camera. Wow. Thank god he had sent himself the Minnie Mouse picture and not this one. He looked much better in the pic, unsmiling and maybe a little tired but he was a naturally photogenic guy and his blue eyes and the dark stubble on his chin framed a really handsome face.

I switched over to the text message he had sent himself, the infamous Minnie Mouse picture. It was taken four months ago on Halloween at my friend Margot’s annual party. The theme had been Disney but it was not a family friendly party. My mini skirt and fishnet stockings were modest compared to some of the other costumes. There were more slutty princesses than you could count. Oliver had dressed as the priest from The Little Mermaid, complete with a tented shift.

Niall’s number stared at me from the small screen of the phone. I knew I would never call it, one humiliation (okay at least three humiliations) in front of this guy were enough to last a lifetime. But I couldn’t bring myself to delete it. If he were smart, he’d be changing it soon anyway after giving it away to a total stranger. Finally, I gave into my baser instincts and opened his contact. I printed his name (which I had to google for the spelling…and then maybe looked through the images a little) and then added his cropped out face from our selfie. I stared at the face and name, replaying our interactions and wishing with everything I had that I didn’t want to talk to him again.

I was startled out of my daydream by a text alert. Pinching myself to make sure I hadn’t actually fallen asleep and that this wasn’t a dream, I read his name. Text message from Niall Horan. Exiting out of the contact, I pulled open his message and immediately started to giggle.

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                        🌱 Limited $10 Dollar Sketches! 🌱

Let’s just get to the point, I’m saving up for some glasses AND two of my most amazing friend’s bdays (they’ve been so wonderful to me, they deserve something nice)!

SO- for a limited time I will be offering super quick, full color & shaded sketches for $10 USD!!!

This will only go on until April-ish!
So send me an email at juliearty.comissions@ if you’re interested!

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(Im also only taking a few slots at a time, so act quick if you want something done!)

sylphofspace730  asked:

Tell me the mirror story

Back in middle school when I was in 7th grade I went up to Gatlinburg, TN for a band trip. I wanted to stay with one of my friends since he was the only band friend I had at the time and for reasons I can’t recall we were the only two guys with a group of six girls, which I didn’t mind too much.

On a free night we came across a mirror maze which we decided to check out. We were given gloves to not smudge the glass and we were put into a triangular maze of mirrors so that it looked like it went on forever in every direction.

I was lovin it! But some of the girls weren’t! One girl, wanting to make sure she didn’t lose her way, held onto me when finding me halfway through.

At one point we got disconnected, and I told her not to worry, I was right in front of her. So naturally she sped ahead.

I wasn’t right in front of her.

She bounced off the mirror.

And thats how I met my first girlfriend


Please tell me this is as cute as I intend it to be. Ahhh, unrequested stuff

Dick’s jaw dropped the very moment the elevator’s doors opened and you stepped in.

“Oh hey there!” You greeted Jason who was standing beside him, with a few grocery bags in his hands. Dick hid his face behind his bags and mouthed a “she’s cute” to Jason before the taller male got the chance to greet you back.

“Hi (y/n).” finally said Jason as the doors closed. “How have you been?”

“Oh you know, good, overall I guess” you said nervously, avoiding to meet his gaze. You weren’t sure whether you had blushed or not but for your own dignity’s sake you didnt want to embarrass yourself by looking in his eyes.

Okay but who could blame you for crushing on the hottest person ever, who happened to live right across the hall.

The small talk in which Jason introduced you to his brother died right after the elevator stopped at its destination. Yours and Jason’s floor. You had to admit it was pretty quiet for this time of day, or so you thought as you walked right in front of Jason and Dick to unlock your apartment door.

“Wait you live right across from him?” Dick exhaled, practically jumping off his place, the groceries threatening to fall from his hands.  

“Yes you dick now leave her alone” Jason managed to speak before you and brush the smile off your face that had formed in your attempt to answer. Dick shot you an apologetic stare before going into Jason’s apartment.

With a sigh you entered your apartment too and set the keys on the counter top. Another sigh came out of you before you decided that it was time for you to hop in the shower.


“If you don’t hit on her, I will.” Dick spoke, utterly angry at his brother’s behavior.

“What the fuck Dick?” Jason shot immediately back.

“Oh as if you didn’t see the way she acted around you. You’ve probably made her think you wouldn’t lay eyes on her. But maybe you’re acting like that because you like her too” Dick smirked at the thought, mostly because he knew it was the truth. Jason stood there, dumbfounded as he tried to get the groceries into the drawers and fridge.

“I don’t even know if she is in a relationship” Jason said, not meeting Dick’s eyes. A look of disappointment was covering his face.

“ well has anyone ever come here? She lives right across you”

“Well, no one has. But how do I know she’s not meeting anyone?”

“I’ll slap you” Dick threatened “stop being stupid”

“If you slap me I’ll shoot you”

Dick smirked once again as a mischievous plan came to his mind. He was convinced it’s work. It was brilliant.

“Whatever, I’ll make some cereal”

Not even give minutes had passed that Jason had sat on his couch, that he heard the sound of glass shattering.

“Oh fuck Jay.”

“What did you do?” Jason growled and got up, only to be met with the broken glass sugar jar and all it’s contents on the floor.

“I’ll clean it up, I swear. Can you just go get me some sugar?” Dick spoke, trying his best to cover the small laugh in his throat.

“I’ll kill you” Jason yelled as he stormed off the door. Oh he knew the exact reason why Dick had done it, and he wasn’t coming at your door. Oh no, he wasn’t. He’d probably go to the elder lady in the end of the hall.

But then again, this was such a good excuse to see you.

Without seconds thoughts he knocked on your door. Seing there was no response, he started ringing the bell.

“One moment, please” was the only thing he heard and he sat silent, awaiting for you to open the door.

“Hello.” You finally said as you opened the door, clenching a towel on your body.

“Fuck I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were showering. I’ll just-”

“No. Come in” you said with a nervous smile “how could you know I was showering?”

“Yeah.. I just, want some sugar, because Dick had an accident and he needs it for his cereal and I’m bubbling aren’t I?”

If Jason could he’d also his head at the moment. He was never so nervous around women, whether they were naked or not, or half naked, and what the actual fuck was wrong with him? Was he blushing?

“Well it’s in the left drawer. Take as much as you want” you laughed nervously and this time he noticed. He was as much nervous.

The following conversation was a mixture between intense stares, awkward laughs and yeahs. And some more apologies by Jason.

“You should totally crush in my apartment after Dick leaves.” Jason said as he exited the door and knocked on his own, waiting for Dick to open.

“Oh hey again (y/n)!” You laughed as Dick’s expression changed when he saw your towel.

“Hey, Dick. And I’ll be glad to come Jason.”

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Guys Night Out ~ Stilinski Twins AU

Author: completedylantrash

Characters: reader x Stiles x Stuart (mostly, with mentions of Scott and Derek)

Rating: Mature 18+

Word Count: 3712

Synopsis: It’s Stiles and Stuart’s 21st Birthday and they decide to go out, just the guys

A/N: I’m Sorry I had to do this. I heard this song and my mind just took off like a shot! This will be a multi, I already have part 2 finished. Not sure how many more after that. There’s no smut in this one (some good teasing though) but there definitely is in part 2.

Music reference: Ayo Technology 

“I have to be at work in thirty minutes,” I complain. “Was this meeting absolutely necessary, Derek?”

Derek glared at me, annoyed that I was always the one to say what everyone was thinking, but they were all too chicken shit to say it. Except Stiles, I could always count on Stiles for a good smartass remark.

“Yeah, Derek, couldn’t this have been done over a group text or something? It’s Friday for Christ’s sake, and we have plans, remember?” Stiles’ arm jerks to the side, as if speaking for Stuart and Scott to his left.

Stuart shoves Stiles’ arm from in front of his face, not bothering to look up from his phone. “Not my plans, I’m being forced against my will,” Stuart mutters.

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Tension at the Office

Character: Jessica (SNSD)
Word count: 2519
Summary: CEO Jessica Jung always took her work seriously. Even if she had to work with an infuriating, tardy woman in tight dresses and high heels | #(slight)smut #fluff #office!au
Warnings: slightly smutty themes (business woman Jess got me feeling things …), slight bad language

Originally posted by heyjessica

She couldn’t help the way her eyes rolled when you walked into her office, twenty minutes late and beaming to the brim with a smile.

“Good morning, Jessica! Sorry I’m late!”

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TOG as Sims - part 1

lol I’m so incredibly annoying that I feel the need to share pics of what I’ve been wasting my time on over the past few days. Find under the cut :P

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All of Me, All of You🚿

11/29/16 3:23 AM

Once I opened the door, we both walked inside. It’s dark in my apartment, I didn’t leave any lights on. I close the door behind us and lock it. She quietly stands still in the dark while I search for the light switch. When the lights come on, she smiles.

“You can see now, huh?” I help her take off her coat. She doesn’t say anything. She just waits for me to lead the way, but I’m trying to follow her lead. We stand there for a second. 

“Do you want something to drink?” I put her coat away and head for the kitchen. “No.” she says. 

“I just want to take this dress off and take a bath..” I walk back over to her and gently take her by the hand. “Ok.” I tell her, “Come on.”

We walk into my bedroom and she turns around and lifts her hair up. “Unzip this.” I pause. A wave of nervousness crashes into me. We’ve never had sex or taken each other’s clothes off before. I don’t wanna mess it up. I unzip her dress slowly, enjoying every minute of it. She has on a red lace bra and he back dimples are deep. The dress falls to the floor and she steps out of it. I still have my dress and my coat on. When she’s around I forget how to function, she laughs because she knows it. She takes my coat off of me and then unzips the back of my dress. Her fingers are cold but I don’t mind. 

“Take it off.” she kindly demands. I do as she says. I follow her into my bathroom and she starts to run a bath. She opens a bottle of bubble bath and pours it into my tub. She giggles to herself, I’m watching her pour too much in the tub but I don’t tell her to stop. I just watch. 

“I like bubbles.” she mumbles as she pulls down her panties and pops off her bra and steps into the tub. She’s sitting in the water waiting for me to do the same. I’m hesitant. I don’t have the best body and no one taught me that I should love the stretch marks that cover my ass. I think to myself, “Fuck it” and take my bra off. She’s silently watches. I step into the water and it’s warm and smells like roses. We sit across from each other, the only thing touching is our legs. She had three glasses of wine, I only had one. She’s so calm though, almost too calm. Her eyes are glistening and there are bubbles all over her neck. 

“Why do you like me?” She asks.

I almost start to say that I don’t know why but I stop myself. 

“I like you because you’re different. You are…” she stops me mid-sentence.

“No, tell me the real reason.” she grabs my ankles under the water.

“When I saw you, I immediately wanted a piece of you. I didn’t think I could have all of you. You seem like you got layers to you. There’s parts of you that you don’t show to everyone… shades of you that you only let certain people get a glimpse of. I figured you wouldn’t want to be with a woman like me, I’m ordinary but after the first date I realized that you see that I got layers and shit too… you make me feel like I’m worth something… like we both can be golden together.” 

“Hmm..” She nods her head and plays with the bubbles. 

“Why do you like me? Do you like me like that or are we just.. you know?”

She looks up at me. She moves towards me through the water, she sits in my lap. I’m at a loss for words or thoughts. I’m blank, don’t know what to do but to put my hands on her body. My hand slowly come up out of the water, higher on her wet hips. She’s watching me become mesmerized by her. She rests her head on mine and then leans in and kisses my lips. My heart drops from my chest to the pit of my stomach. She completely takes my breath away with one simple kiss. Her lips move from mine to my neck, she licks the water from my chest. I squeeze her in my hands. She kisses my lips again, harder. She stops to give me a chance to catch my breath. You would think I’ve never been with a woman before the way she got me all unraveled. I kiss her chest, the water moves with us. 

“I like you because…” She stops and looks at me.. then looks down at the water. “… you remind me of myself. You don’t see it yet but I do. It seems as though we come from two completely different worlds but we’re one in the same. You know how to take care of a woman, I noticed. I could never just give someone like you a piece of me, you’d have to be ready to take all of me, all at once because once I know it’s you that I want, I don’t hold back.” 

She slides down off of my lap and guides me onto her lap. The water moves with us, side to side. We switched positions basically. She holds my body with her wet hands and pulls me closer on top of her. I know what she wants now. 

“If I show you how much I like you, will you say my name for me?” she asks as she opens her legs and pulls me even closer to the meeting of her thighs. 

All I can do is nod and lean in. She can have all of me, every inch, every curve. It’s all hers. I melt into her. She kisses my breast, using her tongue to arouse me. I let out a moan. 

“Yes, let me hear you. Be loud, don’t hold back.” She says to me. I can’t believe how much she’s turning me on. Everytime we make eye contact, she smiles which makes me smile and then we have to just stop and laugh at ourselves. Then I kiss her lips and she puts her arms under mine and grabs my shoulders, pulling me down deeper onto her. We move back and forth and the water moves with us. Back and forth, she strokes on me. She gives me a tingly sensation. I gasp for air. I already want to cum and we just started. 

She moans softly and I get a feeling of accomplishment. I put my hand into the water and slide two fingers inside of her. She looks me in the eyes, her mouth opens but she’s says nothing. Her eyes rolls back and her back arches. I slide down off of her and inhale before going under the water. I lick her up and down slowly and her foot slides down off the side of the tub. I come back up for air as soon as my face comes out of the water she kisses me, hard. She climbs back on top of me and I grab her body, the water slides down my arms. The wet kisses are so passionate, I can taste her in every way humanly possible. 

I am not shy anymore. I want to fuck the shit out of her. She lets the water drain out of the tub. The bubbles start to go away. She starts to move her focus from me to the vanishing bubbles.

“Olivia.” I want her attention back. I say her name again, “Olivia.” She acts like she doesn’t hear me. I grab her kind of forcefully and say it softly in her ear, “Olivia, let me have all of you right now.” She hears me that time. She looks deep into my eyes and says nothing but “Ok.” 

She stands up in the middle of the tub. “Come on.” I follow her out of my bathroom and onto my bed. She turns around sits back onto the bed. As she moves back, I move forward on top of her. We pause, we’re still wet but I am way too into her to care. I put my hand to her chest to feel her heartbeat. She looks at me like I’m crazy until she realizes what I’m doing. I am trying to show her that it’s not about the sex for me. I don’t just want her body. It’s her heart. I want her heart too. I want her body, her heart and her mind. I want it all. Her heart is pounding against my hand.

She grabs me and throws me down on my back. She puts her head in between my thighs and licks me so gently, I let out a whimper. She grabs my hips and goes in deeper. She slides her tongue inside me and I become her bitch. I am soaking wet everywhere. I can’t form words, all I can do is moan and whimper to her. She comes up from between my legs and gets in my lap.

“Alexis.” She whispers in my ear. “Will you be my girlfriend? She licks my cum from her lips. I nod and kiss her with all the strength that I have. We fall back on the pillows and she holds me. Tight. I do not ever want her to leave. I want this girl and I want her forever. Not just a piece of her, I want all of her forever. 

Missing Children and Brown Headed Cowbirds

It was absolutely hell on fucking earth.

Bobby was first. Lil Bobby, not even six months old but I had never watched a baby who smiled more. Stolen right out of his crib during the night, mom came in to feed him and the crib was empty. Cops were called, the estranged father taken in for questioning. Meanwhile everyone looked the other way- we live in that kind of town, where unwed mothers on welfare aren’t cared about and a fatherless child not spoken of except over a glass of wine and hushed whispers.

It was when the Hukk twins disappeared two days later when things really started to get crazy.

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“You’re being… affectionate.  It’s sort of weird.”

Ain pauses in handing you the glass of water he got you, unasked, from the kitchen, and blinks.  “Come again?”

You take the water from him and motion for him to sit down, which he doesn’t.

“You’re so condescending to everyone else.  Don’t think I haven’t noticed.  You’re only nice to Elsword and me.  Is there a reason?  Is it just, like, a priest thing?”

You don’t think you’re imagining the ever so slight blush coloring Ain’s pale cheeks.  He turns his head away.

“In a manner of speaking,” he says, looking ever so uncomfortable.  You stand up.

“So, that’s a no?”

He shifts his weight awkwardly.

“Maybe I care about you,” he finally admits, and ducks his head, not meeting your gaze.  “But don’t take it the wrong way.  My mission is more important.  Ishmael-”

“-wouldn’t mind love,” you cut in, and reach out.  He flinches when you touch his cheek, but he doesn’t slap your hand away.

“It’s not love!” he denies furiously, but the blush spreading across his face says otherwise.  You laugh.

“Sure it’s not.”