this scene had a double meaning


Did you arrest him because of what I said? Only in part. But it helped? Yeah.

Can we all stop for one second and appreciate Taylor and the whole team that made this video? Because they literally put 10 years of everything that happened to her into 4 minutes. And it is so clever. But also visually out of this world. And some scenes have double, hell - even triple meaning. Even the conversation at the end between all the Taylors had to be scripted in a way that makes sense. And all the Taylors from different eras? Don’t forget that someone had to make her hair and make-up look exactly the same as it was back then. They did that. So I’ll be over here, shocked and in awe of the brilliance that @taylorswift, Joseph and the whole team just graced us with.

So, let's talk about Taylor Swift. 🐍

With the release of the video for “Look What You Made Me Do”, people have been noticing some… Things.
It all started with people hinting that the albums release date for November 10th was a subtle reference to the anniversary of the passing of Kanye West’s mother, Donda West. Although Taylor’s publicists insist it’s all a coincidence, some fans aren’t buying it.
Later on at the VMA awards, Swift unveiled the video and publicly released it to YouTube, where more “coincidences” were quickly called out. The first being when Swift lies in a bathtub full of jewelry, admiring her ring while singing the line “I don’t like your perfect crime”, which many people thought was a nod towards Kim Kardashian’s 2016 robbery, where she was gagged, put in a bathtub, and held at gunpoint while her jewelry was stolen.
Although it’s supposed to be a reference to a quote from Swift, talking about her character in her last album who “jet sets around the world collecting men”, gets left, and sits “crying in a bathtub full of pearls”, many people still think it has a double meaning.
Soon after that scene, Taylor cuts in with a scene depicting a car crash, with the car door opening to reveal Swift lying back in her seat holding a Grammy award. This is almost unquestionably a reference to Kanye West’s violent 2002 car accident(the same year that he won a Grammy), where he nearly died, was put in the hospital with severe injuries, and had to have his jaw rewired. What’s more is that this scene is furthered by the fact that later in the video, the same car explodes as she walks away from it. I wonder if she’s telling Kanye to crash and burn?
Finally, Swift is seen in the video holding a chainsaw on top of the wing of a jet airliner. She saws off the wing, and it falls to the ground, where later the same jet is seen in full view behind her and her alter-egos. In that shot, it appears that the jet in the video is also the same as Kanye West’s private jet, just painted gold. Once again, she’s subtly sending the message that she wants Kanye to crash and burn.
Even though some people think he deserves the drag because of his video for “Famous”, in which he showed a nude figure of Taylor Swift in his bed, calling her “that bitch” and saying “I still might f*ck Taylor”, others think she’s gone a bit too far in response, especially because of the mention of the robbery and hinting towards the anniversary of the death of Donda West.
All of that aside, it’s hard to find the humour in someone mocking someone else’s near-death experience, violent robbery, and possibly someone’s mother’s death, as well as numerous fans speculating that she’s copying Beyoncé’s “Lemonade” and “Formation” in several scenes.
When you consider that her problem with the Kardashian/West family is over a speech interruption, video gone wrong(that she apparently knew about beforehand), and a lyrical disagreement, it becomes clear that she’s gone a bit too far in mocking their robbery, violent car accident that nearly resulted in death, and tragic death of Kanye’s mother post-surgery, all for a video.
But hey, she broke the Vevo record.

That Was Not Acting - Cody Christian imagine

Summary: Y/n is an actress, she stars as Theo’s beta on Teen Wolf and has been for the past 1 ½ years. Her character Rebecca is required to have a steamy make out session with Theo leading into other things. No one knows that both Y/n and Cody are actually in a serious relationship until now.

Warning: Steamy make out sesh,kinda fluff and suggested smut.

A/N: gif credit to their respected owners ps ignore the fact i used Scallison as a gif it was the closest to my imagination XD

Originally posted by asplittingoffrerard


The day started like any other I arrived on set at a quarter to 8 as I always did, as usual Shelley and Tyler were on set first. I parked my car,grabbed my phone and bag then made my way out locked the car and went on with my way.

“Hey Y/n,on time as usual” Tyler greeted “that’s my girl” Shelley embraced me sweetly “So whatcha wanna do till showtime?” I asked “I dunno how bout pull a prank?” Tyler smirked wickedly “yes totally” Shelley moved her hands like a wicked scientist “but who?” I wondered “well we’ve done Dylan,Sprayberry,Ryan,Victoria-” Tyler began but Shelley cut him off “Khylin,Michael, Ian,J.R,Melissa,Holland,Each other” I pondered “Cody..we haven’t done Cody” I smiled nervously “that’s so true” Tyler exclaimed “let’s get a move on it he gets here by before 9″ Shelley expressed.

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Pairing: Prinxiety (platonic or romantic)

Prompt: “I love your laugh.” 

CW: Tiny little bit of insecurity, an almost-fight


Virgil didn’t realize there was an ulterior motive at first. Roman often picked ‘themed’ movie marathons, so by itself, the suggested ‘comedy night’ wasn’t all that suspicious.

What was a little suspicious was the fact that he hadn’t invited the others, too.

“I thought it would be good for us to spend some time together, just you and me,” he’d said, when Virgil had questioned him about it. “You know. Get some bonding time.”

“Uh huh.” Virgil had frowned. “Who put you up to this, Roman? Was it Patton?”

“No, I…”

“Because if so, I can just tell him it happened and you’ll be off the hook without having to actually sit through a movie with me.”

“No!” Roman had looked honestly upset. “Anxiety–Virgil. I…I really…” he slumped. “I misjudged you, before, and I…I really want to make amends. I want to get to know you better.”

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Burning Like Liquor

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Reader

Genre: Smut, slow burn(?)

Word Count: 4.7k

Warnings: cheating (not involving Seokjin), sexual content

Summary: You don’t know why it is you find yourself in front of the rich, arrogant, Kim Seokjin’s penthouse after discovering your boyfriend with your best friend. You wonder why you chose to come to him, of all people, wonder why it’s him that you feel can be your only distraction, wonder why you seem convinced that he is the answer to the equation you’ve never been able to solve. 

Kim Seokjin wonders why it’s you that ignites a raging inferno under his skin when he usually feels nothing at all.

A woman’s bra thrown haphazardly on the floor. That’s the first thing you see when you step into your boyfriend’s apartment. A little further down the dimly lit hall, a pair of pink stilettos that don’t belong to you, a pair of hastily removed black pants, an undone tie, and a deep scarlet dress that’s torn down the front. Two unfinished glasses of wine sit alone on the coffee table. One has the imprint of bright red lipstick smeared along the rim, marring the otherwise perfect chrome surface. It glows crimson in the pale light of the apartment, a scarlet letter. You’re not exactly sure how to categorize how you feel as your heart plummets like a stone in your chest, not sure how to describe the bitter cold that threads its way through your body, every nerve crystallizing into ice until even your fingertips are numb. The room drifts out of focus and you’re seeing double—two pairs of those offending pink heels, two black ties, two sets of those infuriating half-filled wine glasses—and it isn’t until you blink a stinging, humiliating teardrop out of your eye that you realize you’re crying. The entire world slams back into crystalline focus.

You’re numb as you walk down the hallway to the bedroom, movements mechanical and dissociated. The pathway is decorated with hastily abandoned articles of clothing. You aren’t stupid, by any means, fully aware of the scene that’ll undoubtedly greet you, but some perverse, insidious desire for confirmation prickles under your skin. You had noticed how his schedule had gradually become busier and busier, noticed how his responses to your messages became slower and slower, noticed how even when he was right next to you, he felt miles away. So you can’t describe your emotions as surprised when you step into the doorway and see the silhouette of a naked woman in his bathroom and see him in the middle of the room, only a towel wrapped around his waist. He freezes completely when he sees you. But your eyes aren’t on him. Instead, they’re drawn to the oh-so-familiar back of the woman in the bathroom. You can’t help but think about a nearly identical scene two years ago, flashing in your mind’s eye, as the exact same wave of dread drops over your shoulders. It feels like a funeral shroud.

“(Y/N),” he breathes, and she whirls in surprise.

Your best friend’s eyes land directly on yours.

Not again. It feels as if you’ve been kicked in the stomach, all the air in your lungs escaping your throat in a twisted little sound of pain and betrayal you barely recognize. You feel your heart shatter in your chest. The pain is raw and blinding and it tears through your entire body, unforgiving and without mercy. It’s both scalding and freezing at the same time.

She can’t bring herself to look away from your eyes. Even she can’t find any words, tongue stumbling over an empty explanation, and your boyfriend moves to shield her from your view, protecting her even now. Blood roars in your ears as you turn away, a flood of emotions slamming into you all at once, too quickly for you to process. This time you recognize the burn of tears in your eyes. Each one sears a burning path down your cheek as you stumble aimlessly out of the apartment building and hail a cab.


You don’t know why you end up in front of Kim Seokjin’s penthouse. You feel empty now, utterly hollow. It seems as if you had already cried out every drop of sadness in the fifteen minute drive, your eyes dry and throat hoarse. You slam your fist on the door twice and cross your arms impatiently, still unable to process the raging chaos of thoughts racing through your mind.

You hear movement inside and a muffled sigh. A glass clinks against a table top. “Jungkook, I told you—” The door opens and Seokjin’s tall frame appears, bronzed hair tousled. A wry grin spreads across his face and he cocks his head as he takes in your disheveled appearance in a slow, sweeping gaze. “You’re not Jungkook,” he says, intelligently. “What a lovely—”

You push past him, thoughts still thundering in your ears. You wonder why you chose to come to him, of all people, wonder why it’s him that you feel can be your only distraction, wonder why it’s him that can make you feel anything at all.

“Yes, come on in. Make yourself at home,” he calls after you sarcastically, scoffing in disbelief as he watches you collapse onto his couch.

“You have alcohol, don’t you?” Your hands come up to cover your face as your head falls back against the cushion. You want to forget more than anything right now. You want to experience everything from the detached, muted haze of alcohol.

You hear him close the door. “Why?” he asks, voice lilting. “Did you finally come to terms with the harsh reality of your dear, cheating boyfriend?”

Your eyes snap open and heat rushes to your face. He returns your glare evenly, head cocked to the side. “What, you didn’t think everyone already knew?” He lets out a biting laugh, but there’s nothing humorous about it. “That’s why you’re here now, isn’t it? To drink yourself into a stupor so you can forget all your problems?”

His words sting, cutting deeper into your already battered heart. “Why else would I ever come to you?” you shoot back acrimoniously.

The smile on his face stiffens, his eyes locking with yours momentarily. After a beat of silence he turns, pulling open a cabinet behind him and placing two crystal glasses on the marble countertop. “What do you feel like?”

“Anything other than wine.” You want to wash the lump in your throat down with the burning fire of alcohol. “The stronger the better.”

Seokjin nods in assent, selecting a short, dark bottle filled with a golden fluid.

When he hands you your drink, he brushes unnecessarily close to you, choosing to walk behind the couch so that he can press the drink into your hand by leaning in so close you can feel his hot breath fanning over your neck. You don’t really mind. The warmth he emits is comforting, and it disappears all too quickly when he steps around the corner of the couch to sink into the leather beside you. “To forgetting everything,” he says drily, raising his glass. His arm nudges yours to indicate for you to do the same.

You grimace in response but clink your glass to his anyway, just to humor him. “To forgetting,” you echo, and bring the liquor to your lips, taking a giant gulp.

It burns like fire going down your throat. You cough and splutter as you struggle to swallow, throat flaming and eyes stinging. The alcohol sears a blazing path down your body as it slides down your chest to your stomach.

“Careful,” Seokjin warns wryly, taking an equally large swallow without flinching. “You’ll only be able to drink like that after many of these nights.”

You ignore his warning and knock back your head with another large draught, grimacing as you swallow. It slides down smoothly this time. The warmth pools in your chest and blooms in a white hot heat that curls slowly outwards and causes your blood to rise to your cheeks, tinting them a bright crimson. Yet you feel a perverse sense of satisfaction at the pain, a bitter smile curling your wetted lips. “Isn’t it funny?” you say into the bottom of your glass, eyes glazed and distant as you watch the golden ichor-like fluid swirl hypnotizingly slowly in your hands. You ask no one in particular—it’s an empty question asked only by those who don’t want answers. Seokjin listens anyway. “I’m not even surprised. You’d think that I would be satisfied now, finally knowing the truth I had suspected all along.” Your eyes burn along with the liquor in your chest. Seokjin doesn’t say anything, only sips on his drink in silence as he watches you from the corner of his eye. You let out another bitter laugh. “You’d think I could feel liberated now, knowing the truth.”

Seokjin scoffs into his glass. “Now, (Y/N), you know better than that, don’t you? That’s never how it works. You should know better.”

Blood boils in your veins.  You want to push him, to force something genuine out him. You want to see something real from the unfeeling Kim Seokjin. You’re destruction in the form of harsh, caustic words, and you want Kim Seokjin to come tumbling down with you. “It was Eunwoo,” you snap suddenly, focusing your blazing glare on him as you say her name so you can watch his reaction. You want to see the pain on his face. You want someone else to experience the same betrayal and anger, the same pure, raw pain. You want to feel something, and there was no one better than Seokjin for that. You don’t want to be alone in someone else’s company. Not now.

He freezes, his glass half tipped back, the drink just barely grazing his lips.

“The girl he’s been fucking behind my back. It’s Eunwoo.” A cruel smile twists the edge of your lips. “You like her, don’t you? I’ve seen you watching her when she’s with me.”

You watch with twisted satisfaction as his eyes darken and knuckles whiten around his glass, still frozen mid-sip.

“My best friend, Eunwoo. Eunwoo, beautiful and intelligent.” Acid in your lungs and saccharine poison drips in your words. “Eunwoo, who all the men fall for. Eunwoo, who has drawn in every man I’ve ever fallen for.” You spit her name like a curse. You don’t know if the burning in your chest is from the liquor anymore. “Eunwoo, who has fucked not one, but two of my boyfriends behind my back.” A sliver of the betrayal you feel slips into your voice treacherously, contorting your words so they fall out with a broken inflection. “Why do you like her?”

“What do you mean?” He lowers his drink from his lips, eyes still storming. Good.

“Eunwoo. Why do you like her?”

He turns his head away from you with a sigh. “I can’t answer that.”

It infuriates you. “Why?” you press, unable to stop yourself from self-destruction. “Are you in love with her?” Your eyes are probing, listening intently with a shameless, desperate curiosity for his answer. You anticipate his yes, his dry confirmation in that viscous, smooth voice of his. Yes, he loves Jung Eunwoo. He’ll say it with pain in his dark eyes, you’re sure. But despite yourself, even as you wait expectantly for his yes, your ears desperately listen for his no. No, Kim Seokjin does not love Jung Eunwoo. No, Jung Eunwoo’s presence in the wistful corners of his guarded thoughts does not mean more to him than your presence here, right next to him. No, what Kim Seokjin feels for Jung Eunwoo does not take precedence over what he feels right now. No, you are not alone in someone else’s company. You can’t bear that anymore.

Seokjin laughs, but the sound is harsh and wrong. “Did you love your boyfriend?”

“Yes,” you say decisively, relishing in the way his eyes flick over to you immediately, eyes dark and intense, knowing he wasn’t expecting an answer. “I did.” Perhaps it’s the alcohol coursing through your veins, or maybe it’s Seokjin’s piercing, heavy gaze, but your tongue is loose tonight and you crave his rapt, burning attention.

“Why?” His eyes have darkened several shades. They pin you and you feel as if they are slowly peeling back the layers you have buried yourself under, exposing you, making you naked under his gaze.

“He cared,” you say finally, after a few moments of dead silence.

Seokjin lets out a harsh breath of disbelief. “That’s it?” He snaps his fingers and widens his eyes as if he’s had an epiphany, pointing at you with his index finger. “So the mailman—you’ll love him too? And Park Jimin, your friend? Ah, and who else, your boss? That’s all it takes for you to love someone? He just has to care?”

You ignore his sarcasm and wrap your hands around the glass in your lap, thoughts far away. Your finger runs absently around the rim, wetting in the condensation. “No,” you say, so quietly it’s almost inaudible. “He cared about me. Like I mattered.” That bitter, sad smile returns to your lips once more. “I wanted to matter to him.”

Seokjin swallows his anger as he watches you, your gaze distant as your fingers slowly slacken around the glass placed so precariously in your lap, the liquid sloshing dangerously.

He leans forward and catches the drink in your hands just as it begins to slip from your grasp. His skin burns hot against yours as his hand wraps around your fingers to cup the glass, his much larger hand easily dominating yours. Your body tenses at the contact. The glass is cold against your palms, but his hands are blazing, the heat pulsating from him igniting you. It’s as if time has stopped completely. Your breath stills completely in your throat, and it seems as if Seokjin’s has too, because he stares down at your small hands in his, unable to move. You watch the bob of his adam’s apple as he swallows, his eyes trained on the light twitch of your fingers as the pad of his thumb sweeps the delicate skin of your hand. The stroke is so light and tentative you barely feel it, but it still sends shivers down your spine.  

“Am I really so dumb to want that?” you breathe, cutting into the silence.

You immediately regret asking. He seems to come back down to reality, pulling his hand away from yours hastily as he straightens. That hand that grasped yours curls into a fist in his lap. Instantly, your hands feel cold again, the ember that he had ignited in you flickering away to ash. You crave his warmth, his touch. You crave the feeling of those burning fingers ghosting your cold skin again.

“No,” he manages, his voice thick and low.

“How do you know?” you press. You don’t know what it is you’re expecting to hear. An admission? A confession? But curiosity boils in your veins nevertheless.

His jaw clenches tightly. He turns to face you, eyes dark and smoldering as he holds your probing gaze. The grayed ember reignites in the pit of your stomach as you look at him, his tousled bronze hair glinting in the light, the top button of his shirt undone and just barely exposing his chest. He watches your eyes travel down to his ruby lips, full and soft, and you can’t seem to pull your eyes away, drawn like a bee to honey, utterly enraptured. His face is less than a foot from yours. Sweet breath mixes with yours. Cologne fills your senses. He draws in closer—there are less than six inches between his mouth and yours. “It was never Eunwoo,” he murmurs, his full lips curving around each word.

It’s only four words, but they carry a thousand meanings. Time seem to slow to a crawl around you. It’s a simple elementary equation. Kim Seokjin is to either Jung Eunwoo or you. If the answer is not Jung Eunwoo, to whom is Kim Seokjin? Yet your mind can’t seem to wrap around the solution.

But you can understand the searing heat of Seokjin’s skin on yours. You can understand the throbbing desire that tears at you from within, craving for the heat of his gaze on you, his lips on your throat. You can understand that it is only Kim Seokjin that can ignite you from within and leave burning trails of fire every where he touches. You can understand the dull ache of pure, unadulterated need to feel that fire again.

Kim Seokjin is to you as you are to Kim Seokjin.

You set your glass down on the coffee table in front of you, slowly, without taking your eyes off of him. “Are you going to do anything about it?” It’s a challenge weakly guised under the pretense of an innocent question.

Kim Seokjin has never been one to back away from a challenge. A flood emotions flash in his eyes as you lean closer. “I won’t hold ba—”

You don’t wait for him to finish, closing the distance and finally, finally, crushing your lips against his. He abandons the glass in his hand, dropping it onto the wool carpet and ignoring the telltale slosh as it spills into multi thousand dollar fibres, undoubtedly staining. He couldn’t care less. The hand immediately comes to rest on the outside of your thigh, applying delicious pressure. You can’t help but notice that the curve of his hand fits you perfectly. You shift, moving your body so that you’re straddling him, your knees on either side of his spread legs. He tugs you closer, the hand once holding his glass slipping under your shirt and pulling your hips flush against his. It’s still cold, damp from the condensation left on his hand, and you shudder at the feeling. You fist your hands in the fabric covering his chest. You can feel his heartbeat through the thin fabric of his shirt, thrumming under your fingertips as he deepens the kiss, his fingers dancing along the sides of your waist under your shirt.

You can taste the liquor on his lips, on his tongue, burning and sweet. Kim Seokjin kindles a fire in you that burns brighter than the alcohol.

You are the one to break the kiss, lips swollen and bitten. Everywhere he touched blazes. Heat blooms in your chest again, stronger than even the liquor in your veins. The memory of your boyfriend’s betrayal is far in the distance, already nearly forgotten, and all you can think is Seokjin, Seokjin, Seokjin, as you latch your lips onto his defined jawline, the sweet taste of his skin mingling with the salty thin sheen of sweat. He groans as your lips travel lower, along the column of his neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin. His eyes flutter closed and his head falls back against the couch as you drag your teeth across his skin slowly, teasingly. You unbutton his shirt hastily as he reaches behind you to unzip your dress. His touch ignites a raging inferno as his warm hands push the fabric off of your shoulders and you tip your head with a breathy gasp of yes, Seokjin and he nearly loses himself, right then and there. Your head tips back to expose the creamy, smooth skin of your throat, lips parted. His hot mouth finds purchase in the newly exposed juncture of your neck and collarbone, lightly biting into that sensitive spot that makes goosebumps erupt along the surface and chills run down your spine, your fingernails digging into his shoulders.

He shrugs his shirt off of his shoulders as you fumble with his belt impatiently. He chuckles, a low rumble that you feel against your skin, at your impatience, one eyebrow cocked before gently pushing you off of him so he can do it himself to remove his pants and briefs together. Your skin feels unnaturally cold without him pressing against you. You impatiently shrug off the rest of your clothing and throw it unceremoniously onto the floor. Just as he begins to stand, you push him back down onto the couch, your palms flattening against his toned chest. His eyes sparkle with amusement as he looks up at you, legs spread. He’s bigger than you expected, much bigger than your boyfriend had been. For a second, you worry that you won’t be able to take all of him in. But the need for Seokjin burning hot, so hot, in the pit of your stomach far outshines the slight prickle of worry.

You straddle him carefully, hands gripping tightly onto his shoulders and fingernails digging into the warm skin. Just as you begin to position yourself on top of him, his hands come up to grip your hips, preventing you from moving. You look at his hands in surprise and desperation, unable to move against his firm hold. His jaw is tight from restraint. The muscle in his jaw twitches slightly when you whine, but he keeps his grip steady. His eyes are warm when you meet them, the pad of his thumb rubbing slow circles against the sensitive spot on your hip that sends a flash of warmth straight down between your thighs, where a dull ache burns.

One of his hands comes up to gently brush a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “Are you sure you want this?” His voice is strained from the effort, and he honestly doesn’t know what he’ll do if you say no.

“Please, Seokjin,” you whimper, and he relents, groaning your name under his breath.

You sink onto him slowly, reveling in the pleasure of feeling him stretch you so widely, fill you so deeply, and a gasp of pleasure escapes your lips as he bottoms out completely, rubbing your walls in all the right ways.

“Fuck,” he hisses. “You’re so fucking tight.” His fingers grip your hips so tightly you’re sure he’ll leave bruises, knowing you need time to adjust.

Your head falls to the crook of his neck, teeth grazing his sensitive throat. “Fuck me, Seokjin,” you breathe. He shudders underneath you, a low growl rumbling deep in his chest. His hands burn against your skin as he lifts your hips, guiding you up and down, setting a smooth rhythm.

Your head falls back in pleasure as his hips roll against yours, hitting deep in you. Small gasps fall from your mouth at the pace he pushes into you, your eyes rolling back in euphoric pleasure as pressure builds from that dull ache at your core. Seokjin’s mouth is at your throat. His full, soft lips suck and nip at the sensitive exposed skin, down from your jaw, along your throat, ghosting the tops of your collarbones, heightening every sensation.

You roll your hips to meet his, clumsily at first, but the pleasure increases tenfold as he hits an entirely new spot deep in you and you let out a loud, heady moan, fingernails dragging down his chest as your other hand buries and twists in his silky hair, pulling slightly. He groans at your movements. “Does that feel good?” he manages, thick through his teeth. You can only let out a sharp cry of pleasure as he drives into you with a sudden quick snap of his hips. His grip tightens on your waist as he does it again, impaling you on him the same time he thrusts upwards, slamming into you. “Does it?”

“Y-yes,” you slur, head tipped back as he fastens his hungry lips on your jaw. “G-god you feel so fucking good, Seokjin.”

He hums against you in satisfaction at your answer, rutting into you faster, nipping and sucking every square inch of exposed skin he can reach. You can feel your orgasm building again. It tightens in your stomach and you rock your hips against his faster to convey your urgency.

Seokjin watches you through hooded lids, reveling in the way you’ve become so absolutely wrecked for him, your glistening lips parted in silent cries of ecstasy, your hair messy, eyes clenched shut as you mewl his name, begging for him to go faster, harder. “You’re so beautiful,” he says as he acquiesces and pounds faster, gritting his teeth when he feels your fingers tighten in his hair.

“Almost,” you pant shallowly, vision blurring as he continuously hits deep into you.

“Come for me, (Y/N),” he groans into your throat. “Now.”

You unravel with a sharp cry, your entire body tensing as you reach your release. Pleasure overtakes your body in waves as your nails drag down Seokjin’s shoulders. You can feel yourself tightening around him, desperately trying to milk out his orgasm, but he doesn’t relent, continuing to rut into you as you descend slowly from your high.

He stands, still buried in you, and you instinctively wrap your legs around his slim waist and your lips find his, hair falling forward like a curtain around your faces. There is only Seokjin.

Suddenly, you’re pressed back against a cool plaster wall. The cold instantly seeps into your bare skin, and you yelp in surprise against his lips.

Seokjin smirks and he starts his hips again, rolling against you. One of your arms snakes around his neck, pulling him closer as your other hand tangles in his already mussed hair as he fucks you against the wall. He doesn’t go easy this time around, now trying to achieve his own high.

His hips slam against you relentlessly, forcing your back to rub against the wall with each deep thrust, adding an edge of pain to the pleasure that again tightens in your stomach.

“Seokjin,” you gasp as he hits that spot with a particularly hard thrust, your fingers tugging senselessly at his hair. You’re already on the precipice of your next orgasm, teetering dangerously on the edge as he fucks into you. You dig your heels into the small of his back, forcing him impossibly deeper, and your back arches in white pleasure.

Ff-fuck,” he stutters, his rhythm faltering. You can feel him swell inside you, filling you even more. “Say it again.” His teeth drag along the delicate skin of your shoulder. “My name.”

You smile, though he can’t see it. “Seokjin,” you sigh breathlessly, your lips pressed against the soft shell of his ear, your sharp nails raking down his back.

He tenses, body drawing completely taught, muscles flexing. Seokjin comes violently and messily, you learn. His body shakes as he releases, filling you with rope after rope as he rides out his orgasm, your name falling from his lips like a mantra.

You come undone once again at the feeling of him losing himself in you, your name on his lips, his hips stuttering. Your vision whitens as your fingernails dig so deeply into his back the skin breaks. Good. You want to mark him as yours. You want him to remember you. You want him to remember the burn of your bodies moving in perfect unison. Your lewd moan of release is muffled in his neck as he stills.

You feel his heartbeat thrumming against you, sticky skin pressed flush against sticky skin. You can feel is racing pulse under your swollen lips.

The room is silent except for the sounds of your combined heavy pants. Neither of you move as heartbeats slow and chests still.

You don’t want to move away, you think, even as you unhook your legs from around his back, even as you flatten your palms against his chest and apply gentle pressure. Your legs are unsteady but your push him anyway. Seokjin pulls out and steps away, catching you just as you lose balance.

You don’t complain when he lifts you and carries you back to his bedroom, setting you gently on the plush bed. He takes a few seconds to pick up the clothes you left on the ground in the living room, shrugging his wrinkled shirt back onto his shoulders as he hands them to you.

“Thanks,” you say intelligently. You don’t know what else to say. There are a thousand questions at the tip of your tongue, a thousand thoughts crowding your mind, a thousand emotions coiled in the pit of your stomach.

A small smile teases his lips as he watches you. “I’ll wait for you.”

A/N: J e s u s ok please forgive me for this

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Neither Innocent Nor Guilty (M) - Shin Hoseok [Monsta X]

lordofthebigtimesupernatural  asked:

Oh my god. Your actor Au actually gives me life. My skin cleared up. The sun is shining. The birds are singing. You're awesome. Do you have an other HCs, particularly with our shy little Keith boy? Or any of them in general, I love this AU with everything I have. :)



oh man do i have headcanons for him

  • keith is a blackbelt in taekwondo and hapkido
  • Lance nicknamed him Bruce Lee because they both kick ass and have mullets
  • he is extremely modest - he gets super embarrassed whenever someone compliments him on his work but he’s happy that people acknowledge how much he works hard
  • adding on to this since he can’t take compliments he stammers a lot and spouts ridiculous things
    • so one time he finishes a scene with shiro
    • “wow keith, that was an amazing fighting scene! nice moves!”
    • “um uh…nice muscles”
    • “what”
  • he’s a perfectionist - he always tries to make sure that every scene he’s in he makes his part look exactly the way it’s instructed
  • this doubles his anxiety because voltron is the first time he ever gets to be a lead role so that means he gets a lot of screentime
  • due to this Keith has had the most number of injuries on set from the cast because he does all of his own stunts by himself without a stunt double
  • one time he accidentally knocked out Hunk and he spoiled the big guy for weeks because he was so ashamed LMAO
    • H: Keith, buddy, chill, it’s okay
    • L: Wow, kinky
    • H: Shut up Lance
  • the cast is awed and a little intimidated by the fact that he’s able to keep a straight bitchface when he’s acting because they’re all so used to the Keith that smiles and is a cute ball of fluff offstage
  • he laughs at bad jokes - hence why he laughs at Lance’s jokes :^)


Me working out Jenny Fraser

We were given this clip:

And I found the new clip between Jamie and Jenny in 302 really… tone deaf? ‘Jamie, I’ve always thought you looked braw with a babe in your arms?’  And then it hit me:

1) Did Jenny know about Faith at all?

2) What did she really think about Claire, at least how they’ve portrayed her in the show?

Jenny and Faith

I know, this is seen as a lovely scene in what is known as @lenny9987​‘s worst OL episode ever (Fox’s Liar) but when I watched it, something just didn’t feel right. If Jenny knew about Faith and the impact it had on them as a couple, I’m sorry but that’s just wrong.  If she knew about Faith and then said what she did to Jamie that’s double wrong.

Why?  Because it brings up pain.  We sometimes say things that have an impact on others that we don’t mean, but I really wonder whether we’d say something similar to our loved ones if we knew something that had a really bad impact on them had happened?

So, did Jenny know about Faith or did they keep it to themselves?

Jenny and Claire

I think that I’d like to believe that Jenny and Claire are like this:

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And on one level they probably are.  But, again in this clip there is almost a derision to Jenny’s voice when talking about Claire.  Which makes me think that

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Actually isn’t entirely right.  That Claire is still seen, by Jenny, as a Sassenach and one to be mistrusted.  Jenny knows something’s not right, that Jamie isn’t telling the whole truth and it made me wonder whether (at least Show!) Jenny thought that Claire was a spy after all and just left Jamie.  It would make sense in the way she’s talking to him now, in the way she pushes him towards ‘known’ women.  But also, Claire ‘took’ Jenny’s place as the main woman in his life and I never got the sense that Jenny really liked that and what it meant for her.

Equally, Jenny must look at how Jamie grieves, hate it and also relfect on her relationship with Ian.  And I think it’s not until Ian goes that she realises Jamie’s grief.  Yet at the time, I believe she thinks Jamie could move on and the more he doesn’t, the more frustrated she gets.

I have no conclusion to make, and I’m hoping that we get some more meat to this going forward, but I’m not sold on Jenny…

Colin O’Donoghue--OUAT Chicago 6/11/17

Colin O’Donoghue Q&A Panel

Note:  I had some issues with my recordings of this particular panel.  I had to record the panel in 4 separate parts, because my voice recorder couldn’t handle any more than 17 minutes at a time.  A couple of the parts went missing.  I was able to fill in most of the missing segments after hunting through YouTube for videos to supplement what I had, but there are, I think, a couple of minutes I’m still missing.

Announcer:  Welcome Captain Hook himself, Mr. Colin O’Donoghue!

Colin:  Awesome!  A bit of Led Zepplin.  You can’t beat it.  Hello everyone!

Fan (from audience):  Hello, gorgeous.

Colin:  (looks around behind him)  Who you talking to?

Fan (from audience): You!

Colin:  Oh, thank you.  It’s a lot…it’s a lot of people.  Hello.  I guess I’m gonna start with the questions.

Fan: Hi, sorry. (giggles and cries)

Colin:  This is a good start.

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As much as I loved the hand nuzzle scene in 4x3 I’ve gotta admit my favorite scene of s4 so far might actually be the one in 4x1 when Clarke is grieving over l.exa and Kane does a double take after seeing the look on Bellamy’s face.

I mean, Kane had to have already known about Bellamy’s feelings after everything he did to get Clarke back in 3x2, and it couldn’t have just been an accident that he glanced over at Bellamy after hearing Clarke’s words to her mom.

But seeing Bellamy in this moment, openly staring at Clarke while his heart is silently breaking, you can tell how taken aback Kane is by how deep Bellamy’s feelings truly go. He literally sees into Bellamy’s soul with that two second glance and it just kills me every time.

anonymous asked:

I've watched the male scenes again and can I just say how much I love the writers for destroying every single argument in favor of clalec and romantic jalec?its so refreshing to see no confusion, hints or double meaning because yes alec had feelings for jace but I really don't think he ever felt phisically attracted to him, he never looked at him the way he does with magnus thats why he strated to think to having a shot at happiness the man himself confirmed it was the magnus bane not jace

It’s amazing, I know, Anon. And let’s not forget that the biggest Malec stan out there (we call him Matthew Daddario, but pssshhh!) made this tweet on Dominic Sherwood‘s birthday when people wanted to trend Jalec while Malec was having their first date? And Matt be like: You don’t come into my house and do shit like that. They’re brothers, stop this crap. How many more times do I have to call Jace my brother. lmao

Seriously, we can’t thank those writers enough for destroying all this problematic shit from the books. Like f.e. the 600+ pages of Alec’s biphobia in the books? Destroyed in 1(!) sentence when Alec assured Magnus that it is okay talking about Camille. He even asked how he felt. Or them talking before the second kiss, and like…I don’t care what’s in the past or if you haven’t had any relationship. I am here now, I want this to work. CC was probably losing her shit, lying on the floor and banging her fists against the floor, sobbing, when she saw that. I am living!

And now watching them falling in love completely? Becoming each other’s rocks? I wanna throw myself from that balcony, because please…. can you believe???
Falling Petals Chapter 9: talking to cute girls is hard, a danny phantom fanfic | FanFiction

           If you asked her, Valerie Gray would say she was used to getting weird ass customers. I mean, you’d have to be a little weird to walk into a tiny coffee shop that’s right across the street from the literal Nasty Burger. Usually they just got fanfiction-writing nerds and book worms that were too preoccupied with reading to even glance at the cup of coffee that they absentmindedly ordered. Every so often Valerie would find someone she used to be friends with in highschool standing on the seat to get a better picture of their perfectly arranged bagel and foamy cup of coffee before taking a sip and a bite and walking back out the door. And then there was that guy that stopped in every Saturday morning and just sat by the window, staring out with a glazed sort of look in his eyes. Oh, and Valerie couldn’t forget that old couple that only spoke in whispers and sent death glares toward Nasty Burger, discussing in whispers about how bad that place was for your health.

           Yeah, Espresso Patronum was certainly a hotspot for weirdos. Valerie was 99.9% sure that she had seen it all.

           And then, one day, a girl walked in.

           Her long, wavy black hair, which would easily reach her butt if put down, was pulled into a high ponytail with a bright blue hair band that matched her eye color exquisitely. Her white shirt very clearly read “drop dead gorgeous” and was accompanied by a tiny cartoon ghost. She was wearing baggy gray sweatpants and Christmas-colored slippers that clashed horribly but somehow just worked for her, and, when she moved to find a seat, Valerie caught sight of a tiny cartoon ghost tattooed on the inside of her elbow.

           Valerie felt her heart skip a beat, because holy shit that girl was hot.

           Cedric, who had started working at Espresso Patronum because he thought the irony was “fucking hilarious,” walked out from behind the counter, straightened his apron, and started heading towards the girl. Valerie pushed him out of the way and pulled out her little notebook with practiced ease.

           “Good afternoon; my name’s Valerie. What can I get for you today?” she recited, pushing a strand of curly brown hair out of her face and ignoring Cedric’s incoherent sounds of anger from behind. Now that she was closer, Val could clearly see tiny freckles dotting her cheeks and nose and a healthy blush lighting her skin. She had multiple earrings in, all of which were simple studs, and a tiny little crystal nose piercing that was almost impossible to spot unless you studied her as closely as Valerie was studying her at that exact moment. The girl, who was easily eighteen, by Valerie’s calculations, glanced up at the sound of Val’s voice. Her eyes sparkled in the dim café light.

           “Holy shit; you’re hot. I’ll have a slice of you and also a double espresso, please.”

           Valerie was so shell-shocked that she dropped her notepad on the floor. She was sure that her entire face was glowing red.

           “Ok, maybe not the slice of you. Was that too straightforward? That was too straightforward. Sorry, I don’t really have a filter. Name’s Danielle, by the way, but everyone calls me Dani. Nice to meet you, Valerie.”

           Valerie was still frozen to the spot, jaw unhinged in utter shock. Cedric had to come up behind her to pull her away from the scene.

           “God, you’re horrible with hot girls. This is why you shoulda let me handle it.” He whispered, steering her towards the kitchen. “Do you even remember what she ordered?”

           “She called me hot.”

           “Wow, of course she’s gay. Great. Perfect. Why would the only hot girl that walks in here be straight? No offense, Val.”

           “She ordered a double espresso.”

           “I just mean to say that you’re not my type, I mean, I see you more as a sister, I just—“



           “Shut up before I break your nose.”

           “Double espresso coming right up.”

           Valerie straightened her apron self consciously. God, she had completely froze out there! She fought ghosts in her free time and she couldn’t even look the cute girl at the café in the eye! She blew a curl out of her face. Wasn’t she supposed to be good at this?

           Valerie glanced over at Danielle, who was interesting herself in the sugar cube bowl situated in the center of the table. She popped a sugar cube in her mouth and clicked her nails against the table distractedly.

           “Here’s the double espresso, Val,” Cedric said, coming up behind her.

           “I thought you liked Dani?”

           “Val, she’s gay, you’re gay.”

           “I’m bi.”

           “Irrelevant. You guys are, like, that perfect homosexual match.”

           Valerie glared at him.

           “Go get her, tiger.”

           Val sighed, straightened her apron again, and headed over to Danielle’s table. Fuck, she was shaking. Her heart felt like it was pounding out of her chest.

           Talking to pretty girls was so much harder than fighting ghosts, Valerie decided.

           “Here’s your order,” she said, trying to steady her hand to set the espresso on the table.

           “Sit with me?” Dani queried.


           “Would you like to sit with me?”

           “Uh, I’m kinda working…” Valerie trailed off, glancing behind her at Cedric.

           “JUST SIT DOWN, DAMMIT,” Cedric yelled across the room, startling a boy in the corner wearing giant glasses and reading a rather thick book. His coffee splashed onto the table and Cedric rushed to help, sending a thumbs up towards Valerie whilst simultaneously apologizing.

           I hate that boy, Valerie decided, sliding into the booth opposite Danielle.

           “That your boyfriend?” Dani asked.

           “Oh, hell no,” Val answered, eyes widening a fraction. “He’s way too much work.”

           “Thank God. For a second I thought you were straight.”

           “Just because I’m not into Cedric doesn’t mean I’m gay,” Valerie argued, sending Danielle a look that was both confused and a bit angry. She had a habit of hiding her fear behind an angry façade.

           “Am I wrong?”

           Valerie said nothing.

           Dani laughed, throwing her head back. Strands of baby hair that had been tucked behind her ears spilled forth, gently framing her face. “You can’t fool me, Valerie. You travel the world and you learn some stuff about homosexuals.”

           “That’s not at all what I thought you learned while travelling the world. Besides, aren’t a bit young for that?”

           “For what? Adventure? Bullshit. I just got back from Australia like,” Dani glanced at the clock over the store door, “thirty minutes ago.”

           “And the first thing you did when you got home was go to a Harry Potter themed café?” Val queried, crinkling her nose.

           “I happen to be a fan of Harry Potter, thank you very much.”

           “Didn’t tack you as a nerd, Dani.”

           “Didn’t tack you as a bitch, Val.” Danielle stuck her tongue out at that and then proceeded to hide her smile behind her coffee cup.

           Valerie felt her fear ebb away. It was so damn easy to talk to her.

           “Hey, don’t do that.” Danielle said suddenly.

           “Do what?”

           “That grin thing.”

           “Why the hell can’t I grin?”

           “’Cus it’s fucking cute! I just wanted a cup of coffee, dammit.”

           Valerie snorted. “Maybe you shouldn’t have called me hot.”

           “Maybe you shouldn’t have been hot,” Dani retorted, sipping her drink. “Ow, fuck!”
           “I burnt ma tangue,” she answered, letting her tongue flop out of her mouth. “I’m ganna thue.”

           “You’re gonna what?”

           “Thue! I’m ganna thue!”

           “Say that again, please?” Valerie was trying her damndest not to smile and, yet, still managing to fail miserably.

           “Thuck you!”

           Valerie burst into a fit of laughter, her hand coming down to smack the table. Dani glared, tongue still sticking out, a grin lifting the corners of her lips.

           And then Valerie heard Danielle gasp lightly and looked up just in time to see concern twist her features.

           “Fuck me,” she whispered, tongue back in her mouth.


           “I gotta go.”


           “My, uh, cousin wanted to meet up with me after I landed and I totally forgot.” Danielle stood. “How much do I owe you?”

           “It’s on the house,” Valerie insisted, standing as well. She was surprised at the sudden cut in conversation and found herself missing it already. “Well, I guess I’ll see yo—“

           “Hold up. Gimme your pen.”

           “My what?”

           “The pen that’s in your apron pocket, ya goob.” Danielle glanced out the window, searched the sky with one quick sweep of her eyes, and smirked at Valerie.

           “Oh! Here.” She passed it over.

           Dani rolled her eyes, reached across the table, and grabbed Valerie’s wrist. She wrote down a collection of numbers and finished it with a little cartoon ghost, which was something that Valerie had started associating with her.

           “Call me later, okay?”

           It wasn’t until then that Valerie realized that that collection of numbers was Danielle’s phone number. “Oh. Oh! Okay!”

           “See ya.”


           Danielle rushed out the door with a small little wave, the bell dinging softly as she left.

           “You scare her off?” Cedric asked, coming up behind Valerie.

           “I got her number.”

           “Really? That fast? That’s impressive. What’d she run off for, then?”

           “She had to see her cousin.”

           Cedric snorted. “That sounds suspiciously fake. I’m honestly confused whether she wants to talk to you or she was just trying to get away from you.”

           Valerie turned on her heel, coming face to face with Cedric. “Hey, shut it! I’m sure she was just busy.”

           And then a ghost came straight through the opposite wall and landed with a crash behind the counter, followed by a black and white blur.


           “Oh, would you look at the time, Cedric! I gotta go!”

           “Your shift doesn’t end for another two hours!”

           Valerie was already out the door, hiding behind a trash bin beside the café, and letting the cool metal that made up her suit envelope her entire body through tiny openings in her wrists and ankles.

           She grinned from underneath her mask.

           A cute girl gave her her number and now she got to kick some ghost’s ass. She decided to mark today off as a good day.

           Valerie jumped and her hover board popped out from the bottom of her shoes. She couldn’t think about that right now. That black and white blur just had to be Phantom.

           Duty calls.


Paul “the stelena king” Wesley: There was a scene in season one where Stefan was trying to hide his vampirism from Elena. (E: Don’t. S: Elena, i can’t. E: Yes, you can. Don’t hide from me.) And she finally said, “I’m not scared. Look at me.” And she thouched his face, and his veins were flaring, and i just thought it was symbolic of people accepting others despite their differences. So, the scene had kind of a double meaning. Not to get sappy, but i thought that was a really beautiful moment for the show. ♥ [how i love there is always in his mind, his favorite scene from 1x10 about Stelena.]

Being on set with Dan Stevens and the two Davids in the coffin...

By: Eric Goldman x

Legion’s first season was produced inside a single, massive, converted warehouse in Vancouver (Season 2 will move production to Los Angeles), meaning as you walked around, all sorts of work was simultaneously being done for various parts of the production. So while Dan Stevens lay filming in a confined space representing David’s mental coffin, Amber Midthunder was doing fight rehearsal nearby for the sequence where Kerry imagines she’s fighting deranged mental patients. Meanwhile, Aubrey Plaza was stopping by set to practice being in a harness for moments as the Shadow King (in his Lenny guise), while I also walked past the Clockwork mental hospital set in shambles from Syd’s journey though it, and the replica ice structure used to film scenes between Oliver and Cary the day before. Later in the day, as I was getting ready to leave, I’d see Rachel Keller and Bill Irwin begin to film the scene where Syd and Cary go into that stark white room, with the red chamber in the center.

All of which is to say that everywhere you turned on the Legion set, there was something cool and imaginative to see.

Stevens’ work on this busy day involved him playing both David and David’s “rational mind” (sporting a British accent, as Stevens does in real life) and on set, Stevens shot the British side first. Then, when he acted out the other half, the earlier footage was being played back at the same time, so Stevens was hearing himself say the lines to respond to.

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“Today’s kind of fun,” Stevens told me with a laugh, noting the really tricky sequence for him was one that he’d already shot the day before (but follows the coffin moments onscreen), where the two Davids go into a classroom and the Shadow King/Xavier history is explained.

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“Yesterday was very challenging,” Stevens remarked. “It was a whole day of blackboards - it was literally a whole day of two Davids. It’s essentially a very smart series recap, but it’s David kind of figuring out his s**t – “What do we know?” – and going through and plotting everything. This [in the coffin] is sort of the introduction of those two characters, which is kind of fun and it’s more contained. But yes, I’ve had this script for a couple of weeks now, just over two weeks probably, and it’s been weighing pretty heavily on me. All of these words, all of these ideas. I mean, what an amazing challenge! And every episode has been something that I’ve never done before, never even attempted before, and I know a lot of people have done these sort of double scenes with themselves, and they’ve always looked like fun. I’ve always wanted to try one. So yeah, it’s been nice to try that.”

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While Legion has certainly taken its own path in regards to what the comic book set up, Stevens said he felt this storyline – and seeing David speak with his own alternate personality – had notable nods to the source material. As he put it, “In the comics, this is sort of the extent of what is inside David. We could do a hundred seasons of this show and not get to some of the really freaky stuff, like creatures - it’s not just humans that are in there, it’s all sorts of weird stuff going on. This is, I guess, relatively mildly!”

As for the idea of using a British accent, Stevens revealed, “I checked in with Noah [Hawley] when he sent me that scene, and I was thinking of different ways of distinguishing [the two Davids], and I was like, ‘Well, it’s kind of a little nod to the Professor X thing,’ which we’ve kind of laced again through the series without getting too explicit. There are definitely rewards for people who know the comics. I don’t think at any point we’re directly adapting any story, or even any frame of a comic, but the paradigm exists. So this idea of characters being locked in there, of a battle for control over David and his powers, of this ongoing throughout history kind of thing… We use that and borrow that. 

But the British thing, I said to Noah, ‘Well, what about if we make him British?’ And he immediately was like, ‘Yeah, I guess deep down all of our rational selves are probably British.’ I was like, ‘Oh, good. That sounds like an endorsement, so I’ll go with that.’ I’m not sure how true that is, but anyway, it seemed funny to me!”

By The Willow Shade

TITLE: By The Willow Shade


AUTHOR: MaliceManaged

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine being a witch (on Earth) and accidentally summoning Loki. He gets angry and confused, but ends up actually liking your company and teaches you more magic.



    The next five days were spent mostly in Loki’s chambers barring dinnertime, alternating between practical lessons and Loki simply explaining things and reading to her from his books on the subject when Willow needed rest; as well as enjoying each other’s company, with Loki telling her of his childhood and the trouble he and Thor got themselves into. By the sixth day, however, Willow’s curiosity got the better of her and when Thor stopped by she asked him if he would show her around the palace, seeing as Loki still couldn’t leave his chambers. Thor happily agreed while Loki only reluctantly accepted it; he knew the Thunderer would never let anything happen to Willow, but he still didn’t like the idea overmuch. They would likely meet with Thor’s friends and he wasn’t comfortable with her being around them, save maybe Volstagg.

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anonymous asked:

Idk if I'm being whiny but it really pisses me off that haleb had that super sexual scene when they got back together and tonight both spoby and ezria got fairly explicit undressing/kissing parts of bodies and emison got really dark, pretty damn timid kisses? Is it just me seeing the double standard?

No matter how ~¡progressive!!!~ Freeform is, they will never live up to the expectations they hype up themselves up to be.

You’re not whiny. I was SUPER annoyed by how dark Emison’s scenes were. Idk if anyone has noticed but if you’re a gif maker/editor, you’ve definitely noticed how dark this season is in means of lighting. So take that and then put Emison outside and all you got is us squinting to see wtf going on. Especially when the Spoby, Haleb, and Ezria’s scenes were bright af. 

But for a sex scene, it was pretty underwhelming because no sex was even implied like the other ships. With the others, riding and hip movements are typically implied to show sex is going on. With Emison, you would think at least a hand would be under the sheets. But apparently sex for Emison is just bare backs and kisses. Not even a side-boob. That night, Spencer and Aria are removing their tops (Emison’s “undressing” was still clothed) and pressing their bare bodies up against the guys while Alison is holding the sheet to her chest for their dear life lmaooo

But MK’s “HBO sex” is coming in 7x20!!! Whooohooo! George R.R. Martin is gonna be SHOOK. GoT who???????? (heavy sarcasm)

So let me tell you a little bit about strawberries….

…and about this scene in particular.

In ancient Greece, Strawberries were the fruit of Aphrodite, the goddess of love (and lust), both because of their heart-shaped form, their red colour, and their supposed aphrodisiac properties. The Roman goddess Venus was also often depicted with strawberries. They were gradually evolving into a symbol for  sensuality, lust, and sex. 

Unsurprisingly, strawberries did not do quite so well during the Middle Ages. A medieval German ecclesiastic text condemns them for being “shameless” because they are wearing their seeds on the outside, “on public view for everyone”. The famous painter Hieronymus Bosch incorporated strawberries in various little scenes in his famous painting “The Garden of Earthly Delights” (c. 1510-1515):

Eating too many strawberries was rumoured to lead to mental illnesses and turn humans into raging apes:

Now, up until the late 18th century, all that existed were small, wild forest strawberries. From the 17th century on they were cultivated. During the 1750s, a new variety from Chile and another one from North America was brought to Europe, and after a few experiments those two were crossbred, resulting in what is now known as the common garden strawberry, which was first grown in Brittany, France. 

The sexual connotations were not forgotten. Strawberries appear often in 18th century embroidery, especially on garters or on the inside of needle bags and small purses, painted onto fans, or fake ones worn as hat decorations. As they were also an expensive luxury item, they generally stood for abundance and had a slightly scandalous reputation (our word “juicy” when used in a sexual context goes back to the 18th century, when many fruits had double meanings, especially as a kind of code-language in paintings).

Interestingly enough, strawberries were also used as an early form of treatment for depression.

So, what does it tell us in this particular scene?

Well, not only are the Warleggans able to afford a luxury food item and eat it just like that for breakfast in bed, instead of serving it at a party as a fancy dessert. If you take into consideration that they’re both wearing a morning gown - they have been in their nightshifts some moments before; now George’s shirt is open and Elizabeth’s nightgown has slipped off her shoulder - and both look quite happy and satisfied, it’s no hard guess what has happened here. The strawberries are just a nice visual :-D

okay so i finished s1 of jtv and i felt like ranting some more about jane/michael/rafael triangle.
disclaimer: i know michael dies, and if some of you are grieving him or his death i’m so sorry and maybe consider not reading this because i’m trying to be realistic and still say my honest opinion on characters from where i stand rn.

when i started watching it i was warned by my mutuals that jafael is “bad” and c.ordueva is “good” so at first i tried to convince myself that rafael is going to be somehow horrible to jane and i tried to “make” myself ship jane and michael. and it just didn’t work at all. for numerous reasons. i just don’t like their relationship at all. the fact they are “boring” and look more like best friends than 2 people in a romantic relatinship isn’t even the main issue. it’s the way michael treats jane. he’s not abusive or horrible or anything like that, i just dislike his behavior towards her from the very beginning. first, he’s desperately holding onto this idea of him and her, because that’s what’s “meant to be” and those are the “plans” they had. jane had different plans, he proposes to her anyway. he convinces her that “life is short” and “screw the plans” but then she has to tell him about the fact she’s pregnant. he straight up pulls out the “it’s what’s good for you” card and goes to her house trying to convince her to get an abortion and says something along the lines of “do it for us” which i’m sorry but is beyond stupid. [ yes i understand the situation is unrealistic, i understand every boyfriend/fiancee would be pissed etc. but none of the circumstances were realistic lbr ] so anyway. sooner or later he is on board with whatever she decides to do so i’m like okay. let’s give him another shot. he annoyed me throughout the whole season even more and more. he lies to jane all the time, even about stupid things, hides things from her for no reason. he seems like he’s constantly desperately clinging onto the idea of their relationship and keeps repeating how much he loves her and how much she means to her yet never actually did something to show that to her. he’s also hypocritical. i love double standards according to which jane isn’t allowed to hang out around rafael [ WHICH HE ACCEPTED AND KNEW HE HAD TO DEAL WITH IN THE FIRST PLACE ] yet he’s allowed to have sex with his co-worker. i also remembered the scene where he and jane broke up, jane got together with rafael, and he was at the hospital. jane comes to visit and of course, EVEN THOUGH SHE’S WITH ANOTHER MAN, he again brings up how much he “loves her” and convinces her that she and rafael are not going to last. if he is so sure of their love why not let her figure out this stuff herself? also when he asked “who knows you better me or rafael” and she said “you” [ obviously because they’ve known each other WAY WAY longer ? ] and then he says “then i know you don’t love rafael you love the idea of family” ????? i’m sorry but who are you to judge how she’s feeling? or know it better than she does? he has this idea in his head of who jane is and won’t accept anything else. the fact she’s changed, her life is different, life isn’t just a pattern to follow or a plan you stick to. he plays it safe. on the other hand, rafael is labeled by the fandom as a “bad guy” why exactly? i was waiting for him to screw up and it kinda… didn’t happen? he was respectful, wasn’t trying to manipulate her into cheating on michael even though feelings and chemistry from both sides were super obvious. he waited. he respects her and treats her like an adult. he wants her to be bigger, better, not to settle but rather follow her dreams. they are so different and come from different worlds yet he didn’t mind. he wanted to get to know her, and her family. he did selfless things without jane knowing. for her own sake, not for the sake of winning her back. he tries really hard all the time despite the fact her family isn’t very fond of him, despite his messed up family, and everything that’s happened to him in the meantime. he seems like he is going to be a great father too. i honestly don’t understand why is michael a saint in the eyes of this fandom when he’s honestly not. far from horrible or abusive, but he doesn’t deserve to be portrayed as a saint either. of course, this seems insensitive knowing he dies and i haven’t got to that part; but i felt like saying what’s on my mind.

i didn’t mean to make rafael look like a saint by writing this post though, he made mistakes too, i just think he had a more mature way of handling them and never tried to make himself look like a saint either, because he was aware he wasn’t.