two things i will never have like this again

I really appreciate all the gentiles reblogging my post about Richard Spencer’s antisemitic tweet, but I’m seeing a lot of comments like “Antisemitism is back!” And “I never thought I’d see Nazism again” and “haven’t people learned from the Holocaust?” And while I can understand how shocking it must be if you were truly unaware of this, but please just know that Jewish people have been keenly aware of antisemitism in the US, and many of us will tell you it never went away. So if you’re reacting to this with shock, then I ask two things of you:

A.) Please follow Jewish bloggers. Many of us routinely post about antisemitism, and you’re more likely to see it if you follow us. I can provide recommendations if anyone wants them.

B.) Please be aware that we don’t see antisemitism solely from Nazis; there’s a lot of antisemitism on the left as well that is arguably much more difficult to address. Please make an effort to learn about it and combat it even within your own circles.

anonymous asked:

Hi! So, I ship you with Fred Weasley! One, you're very sweet, and I feel like Fred would be completely smitten with you. Two, you love to laugh, so that's perfect for reasons I don't have to explain. Three, Fred's the kind of guy that would make sure that you would never feel bad about yourself ever again, because you're perfect in his eyes. I'm a girl, I'm straight, my favourite thing would either be the Common Room or Yule Ball, I'm a Gryffindor, and Neville's my fav! (sexy kiss) Thank you!

(NOT TAKING  SHIPS FOR KISSES CURRENTLY)

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Right first of all! Thank you so much for the Fred Weasley ship! I absolutely adore him (he’s probably third in line for favorite, Neville being first) and second! I’m really glad that I can write a sexy Neville kiss for you! I hope you enjoy it! (not like it’s a hardship for me at all XD)

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The start of the morning had gone well. Your friends had woke you up with cheers and loud poppers that sprayed dissolving glitter and ridiculously long strings of brightly colored paper across your bed. You smiled brightly as you got ready, accepting their birthday wishes.

When you descended from the girls dorm your first instinct was to look for your boyfriend. With a scrunched brow you frowned. Usually, on any other day, Neville would have been waiting for you in the common room, you had expected, it being your birthday and all, that he would be there.

“You just missed him,” you turned, Ginny was seated on one of the couches, books gathered in her lap and a scroll of parchment falling just past her knees. “Happy birthday by the way.” You gave her a thankful nod and went to leave the common room, feeling suddenly not as happy as you had been when you’d been woken up.

You made it the Great Hall, a few of your class friends stopping you along the way to give you well wishes. Once at the Gryffindor table you, once again, searched or Neville near the end where he always sat by Seamus and Dean.

Dean caught your stare and shone a smile in your direction, beckoning you to sit where you normally did.

“Havin’ a good birthday so far?” Dean asked, jabbing his fork happily into his breakfast. You attempted a smile in his direction and shrugged.

“It’s been alright I guess, mum and da probably sent presents late like usual so they won’t be here till tomorrow, and the girls surprised me this morning which was nice…” you paused, eyebrows drawing together in the manner that they had when you’d been in the common room earlier. “Have you lot seen Neville this morning?”

Seamus took a long pull of juice, his face turned away from yours as Dean took a large bite of breakfast. You made a face before, two people down the table, Hermione rolled her eyes and caught your attention with a gesture.

“He’s helping Professor Sprout and told me to tell you he’d see you at lunch.” You smiled at her and nodded. She stood from the table, gathered up her things and said goodbye to Ron and Harry before heading out of the hall.

You finished your breakfast quickly and went to class, suddenly eager for lunch to come so that you could finally see Neville.

While you were weren’t a particularly clingy girlfriend, Neville wasn’t the biggest fan of PDA, you could admit that not seeing him for long periods of time or the normal times that you did see him made you unreasonably anxious.

The classes only seemed to move by sluggishly as you went from one to another to the next. It was only until after charms were you able to make it back to the great hall where you hoped Neville would be waiting for you.

To your immense happiness, your boyfriend was sat at the table, his cheeks tinted red and a flustered little smile on his face, Ginny giving him the tiniest punch to his shoulder which made him even more bashful. You swallowed a little nagging feeling down and headed to the empty seat beside the brunette.

Neville jumped at your sudden presence, spinning in his seat to greet you with a wide smile and a quick kiss to your cheek as you poured yourself some water. You smiled at him, the both of you silent while Dean and Seamus dragged Ginny into conversation about Quidditch and the upcoming game.

“Sorry I wasn’t there this morning.”

You turned to face him, his cheeks still red from whatever he and the others had been talking about.

“You don’t need to apologize, Hermione told me you were helping Professor Sprout.”

He nodded, eyes flicked down as he fiddled with the bottom of his robe sleeves.

You started in on your food, half  listening to the conversation going on at your section of the Gryffindor table but also focused on Neville. He seemed… nervous… he also had yet to wish you a happy birthday. You tried not to let yourself be too disappointed by that fact, knowing that he was a very forgetful person.

While you’d been happy to see Neville he wasn’t acting quite like himself. Usually he tried to engage you in conversation over the meal or talk to you about his classes. Now he just seemed  far too quiet, it was making you uncomfortable for some strange reason.

Before you got the chance to do anything Neville was standing from the table.

“I’ve got to get to Astronomy.” He dropped another kiss to your cheek and before he could get too far you grabbed his hand to hold him back just a bit.

“I’ll see you at dinner yeah?” Neville half smiled down at you and let out a shaky affirmative before heading from the dining hall.

You tried to feel past the pang of hurt in your chest at the recurring idea that he had completely forgotten about your birthday.

Throughout the rest of the day, no matter the ease of the classes or the well wishes from friends, the fact the Neville had forgotten made it impossible for your spirits to lift.

As dinner rolled around you grew more weary, not wanting to see Neville when you knew you’d just be upset at him and for what really? One missed day? An important day, your mind supplied, but still, just a day all the same.

You sighed, shouldering your books a little higher as you left potions and made your way back to the common rooms to put your things down. Suddenly there were hands covering your eyes and you stilled in fright.

You were about to call out when you caught the faint scent of dirt and lake water.

“Hello Neville,” you did your best to sound happy to see him.

“Hello,” he responded. After a moment of slightly uncomfortable silence he cleared his throat. “Think you could follow me a bit with your eyes closed?” The question was so out of the blue that you almost laughed. You were still rather hesitant though.

“Uh. Sure. I suppose.” You kept your eyes closed as Neville slowly removed his hands from your eyes. Taking your hands in his, Neville began to guide you slowly, making sure that you didn’t trip over anything on your way.

After a few minutes of walking you realized that you were outside. Scrunching up your face you were about to open your eyes but Neville repeated that you needed to keep them closed. You sighed and continued forward being guided by his hands.

Another minute or two passed and it was warm again, you were inside a building. You had a sneaking suspicion you knew where you were but that didn’t make you any less confused.

Neville took his hands away from yours and you could hear him shuffling a bit.

“You - You can open your eyes.” He sounded anxious and you opened your eyes slowly.

Your mouth dropped open slightly as you took in the greenhouse. You could tell it was Greenhouse 2 because of the oversized sunflowers pressing close the ceiling. That wasn’t what caught your attention the most.

In the middle of the room there was a small table, a silvery present wrapped neatly in the middle, two thermoses and what looked to be covered plates. Around the table, filling the air of the greenhouse were little twinkling lights that looked like suspended stars. You reached out to touch one of them and your finger passed right through it.

“Hermione helped me with the spell this morning and Professor Sprout said as long as I clean up and don’t stay out past lights out I could use the greenhouse.” Your eyes flicked to Neville. He was picking at his nails nervously, head titled to the side as he stood a few steps away from you.

You felt mad at yourself. How could you have thought for a moment that he had forgotten.

Without any prompting you grabbed Neville, one hand on his neck the other on his shoulder, and leaned up to place your lips against his.

The boy wasted no time to place his hands on your hips, helping you lift yourself to meet his mouth.

There was no slow movement to start, you were far too emotional for patience as you ran your fingers through his hair, pressing him closer to your body as your lips slotted together wonderfully.

You felt him shiver against you as his fingers fluttered against your waist. Your lungs were pleading for air by the time you brushed your tongue against his bottom lip causing Neville to open his mouth and gasp lightly. You took your chance for air before pressing back against his warm mouth.

His tongue slipped slowly against yours, unused to this kind of kiss as you two rarely had the privacy or time to indulge in long spurts of physical affection.

You felt him groan, his chest pressed against yours, the sound vibrating on your skin as you pressed even closer.

Neville’s hands dragged up slightly, his fingers unintentionally hooked to the bottom of your shirt, exposing a sliver of skin that the pads of his fingers brushed against. A sound whispered past your lips and into his mouth, spurring him on.

In a sudden and unexpected moment of boldness from the boy, he let on hand slip hesitantly under your blouse to rest on the small of your back, his teeth catching softly at your bottom lip. You trembled against him and broke away to catch the breath he’d stolen from your lungs.

Neville took the moment to press little kisses down your throat.

“What - What about dinner?” Honestly you didn’t care but you and Neville had never kissed this way before and it was making you both nervous and excited.

“It can wait yeah?” Neville whispered against the skin of your neck causing a little wave of goosebumps to erupt across your body. You nodded hurriedly before dragging his head up to meet him in another kiss.

Originally posted by spilledheart

rorysummersblog replied to your photoset “why does this sound like two parents passive aggressively criticizing…”

I have a question: Where was Kendra in this episode?? Like, the world is ending again, shouldn’t her Watcher have seen this, and sent her to help?

honestly the watcher’s council kind of sucks at this sort of thing, yknow? never there when you need them, too in your face when you don’t

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Present and surprise are separate things on Kenma’s birthday when it comes to Kuroo

me: I’m writing this fic for Myself, because I want to and it’ll make me happy. Psh I don’t care if anybody likes it or not because it ain’t for them.

also me: *times things perfectly to have the highest number of people read it the instant it is posted* *advertises it on tumblr and twitter and various other social media* Come read my fic and shower me with praise so I feel validated in failing two finals and a project because I spent all my study and prep time writing this! Tell me I did good!

also me when the reception is (inevitably) not as warm as expected: As God as my witness, I will never write again. Let my soul float away from this mortal coil, for it is not worthy.  

so far sherlock have told john

- that he [and mary are the two people who] loves and cares about john most in the world

- “there’s something i should say, always, but i never have, and since it’s unlikely that we’ll meet again i might as well say it now…”

- “i like you”

i mean….john my boy pls wake up a bit and get your head out of your ass and maybe um LISTEN

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I have a love for meth that no one can understand.
And nothing in this world can make me feel the way she can.
Since the first time I met her I knew she was the one.
Never questioning or judging me despite the things I’ve done.
No matter what I’m going through, I know she’s always there.
Like two peas in a pod, I think we make the perfect pair.
When I’m with her, I’m invincible, having not the slightest fear.
She fills my head with lies, so my problems seem to disappear.
And sometimes she leaves me lonely, so much I’ve wished for death.
And fills me with diabolical voices who scream madness in my head.
But like I said before and repeat but once again,
No one understands unless they’ve been through where I’ve been.
On the brink of insanity filled with anger, rage, and hate.
On the path of a dead man or another prison inmate.
But be that as it may, either prison life or death,
Nothing will ever break this bond of love for my darling Crystal Meth.
And as she slowly takes my life I bid farewell goodbye.
But you can bet your bottom dollar on my deathbed I’ll be high.

need-not’s x-files fic masterlist

updated: 12/6/2016

If y’all have never read my fic, (especially if you’re a new follower,) here is a great place to start! I tend to not write long, mostly 1k or under, occasionally 1.5k. SO no matter what you’re looking for with fic, hopefully I’ll have something for you <3. And if you like it, maybe reblog or like or drop me a line?

The Fall list will be coming shortly!

The X-Files

smut:

Inevitable: First-time smut for @storybycorey

power lines: MSR car sex

love bites: MSR, hickeys

ouroboros: Kinky MSR sex, post- “Never Again”

Fictober Posts

among other things, i’ve taken up smoking: season two, scully angst

fear: day four, scully-centric drabble. MSR.

fragile hearts: post- “Paper Hearts,” Mulder-Centric

how can i: romance/angst, post “Pusher” 

if we series:

part 1: if i kiss you 

part 2: if i let you 

part 3: if we dated 

part 4: if i leave you 

angst

what we once were: Post “Home Again,” season 10. MSR

saving grace: Post “Christmas Carol”

fine lines: Post “Irresistible”

it’s quiet uptown: Post “Christmas Carol,” lightly Hamilton inspired.

certain half-deserted streets: Cancer Arc. Honestly my favorite fic I’ve written.

memento mori: Ask prompt, Mulder takes Scully home post- “Memento Mori”

fluff

chameleon: Fluffy AU where William and Emily are alive. 

the upside of right: For @2momsmakearight​‘s challenge. Fluffy Emily AU. 

romance/drabble

what we lose in the dark: for @leiascully​‘s XFWC prompt: night.

radio silence: She’s discovering she doesn’t need the radio anymore. MSR, Scully POV.

constellations: Based off @noamchimpsky​‘s prompt. 

unconditional: Scully reflecting on the loss of Queequeg. First XFWC post I ever did.

alone: A short drabble from early on in the series.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice” 

“what the hell are you wearing” 

multi-chapter/in-progress fics

Something Stranger Yet: X-Files/Stranger Things Crossover

You Must Prepare for the War: Reyes/Scully. AU where the cult kills William, and, fearing Mulder may be next, Scully recruits Reyes on a cross-country race for revenge

HS AUs

(parentheses): Dana Scully HS AU drabble

prompt 53: Who crawls through someone’s window at 4am for ice cream?

londongirl2001 replied to your photoset “In this season’s exploration of Isak and his sexuality, this might…”

It is this scene that makes the eye-fuck scene later on rather sad than hot to me :-(

Well, I think two things happened before that scene that changed Isak’s outlook again? I agree, he was having really dark and self-hating thoughts that week. When Sonja was introduced, it hurt him far more than just Even being taken. He likely was beating himself up for ever thinking about the possibility of this being something, telling himself he must have been projecting his own attraction onto Even. So, he turns around and he’s ready to give up entirely, he’s going to arrange a new pre-game with Emma and do his best to hook up with her. Be better at being straight. 

But then, Jonas reacts so strongly when he makes that remark about the dance instructor being gay. Jonas is one of the most important people in his life and also a source of some of the casual homophobia Isak has absorbed too so I think that moment of being called out by him really sticks with him. But really, the ♪ eye-fucking to Call Your Girlfriend ♪ neverrrr would have happened without Even saying “You don’t think that’s a bit of a superficial generalization?” and having that conversation with Emma. @ravenclawisak already did a great breakdown on just how much that would have meant to Isak, to sum it up: “This is the first time he’s heard that he could say ‘I’m gay’ and not have every other part of himself erased in other people’s eyes. Even if they had never gone further in their relationship Even would still have changed Isak’s life with this moment.”

I think that’s why his eyes first seek out Even, his mind is completely fixated on what he just said and what that could mean. He just cracked open the world again: made Isak wonder it wasn’t just him and offered him something he desperately wants.

I mean, it is fucked up though! It’s hot and sad and conflicted, hopeful and jealous and wanting and wondering. Just singing with tension. That’s what makes it so good though, it’s such a loaded moment. But it didn’t happen with Isak hopeless like he had been before and that question to it makes all the difference imho. 

I love this episode because everything builds on the moment before: if Even hadn’t said what he did, Isak wouldn’t have been looking him on the dance floor like that. Then Even looking up and their eyes locking leads right into the almost kiss in the kitchen. Rather than this being a “game” they’re playing, I more think everything they do is feeding more and more into what’s between them. Until they reach that breaking point and… *cue Noora*

a ramble about garnet that just came flowing on out

Something I’ve been thinking about a bunch: just going by her personality and the ethos of the Crystal Gems in general I could see Garnet being really curious and experimental with her existence during the early years of the rebellion–by which I mean once she could form pretty much instantly at will (and eps have shown that Sapphire and Ruby can fuse at a touch) she would de-fuse and fuse again a lot more often

And I think that, because the CGs didn’t have the brute force of their opponents (-Garnet- has brute force, but I feel like against multiple opponents–especially as a youngun’ who wouldn’t have had total control of her abilities yet–she wouldn’t have wanted to use -only- that) there’s a possibility that she tried things out as battle strategies that present-day Garnet would never consider–abruptly splitting up to confuse an attack, for instance, or sneaking up as two little gems and taking care of business as one big gem. And it was probably??? Awesome???? Like Bismuth’s “power couple” nickname referred to both the two and the one, because Garnet always exists wherever Sapphire and Ruby’s love is.

I’m not saying one or the other state of being is better or healthier than the other but I think that after the war that changed–you could say they got less capricious, settled down, although you could also say they did that because war sobered Garnet up a lot. Maybe one of those times splitting up for an ambush they got separated, and after that they unfused WAY less often, I think that’s really plausible.

But honestly I don’t think of Garnet as two scared traumatized people clinging together for dear life, I think of her as like…an old married couple who’s seen a lot together and like to stay home these days. I think that’s what Garnet is to Sapphire and Ruby–home. *goes off whistling that Edward Sharpe song*

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hi everyone! i was tagged by @gimtajoo for an accent challenge! 

(forgive my voice)

questions (which i sometimes said the numbers to and sometimes didn’t because if i’m anything it’s inconsistent)

  1. what’s your name and username?
  2. where are you from?
  3. what’s the time where you are?
  4. pronounce the following words: meme, pepe, doge, sudoku, espresso, celtic, açaí, dr. suess
  5. what’s your favorite pizza place? favorite pizza topping?
  6. what’s your favorite dessert?
  7. what’s your favorite food? what food do you hate?
  8. what’s your favorite tv show? which tv show were you into, but then got out of?
  9. what brand is your phone?
  10. do you speak a second language?
  11. how do you define a group of people when you’re talking to them? do you say ‘guys’ or ‘dudes’ or?
  12. which harry potter house do you most identify with? if sorted by pottermore, do you agree with the one you got?
  13. is there something you should be doing right now but are procrastinating?
  14. now that you’ve talked about what you need to be doing, go do it!

i tag: @dibidibidismynameisjhope @biaspile-lz @daesungismyeverything @six-same-matsus @conaejito @kellyzipcode @ladyshayla @theyweredreams and anyone else who wants to do this!! as always, you don’t have to if you don’t want to! 

Something I realised this spooky week

So for some reason I have always thought that Dan was the most scared one of the two, like because he is afraid of the dark and all that, so i thought phil was the braver one. I just thought Phil was a bit more jumpy at times and got jumpscared by small things, but he was never really scared I felt like. But now especially after the outlast video I have realised that I maybe couldn’t have been more wrong. First of; Phil saying he almost didn’t get through the video of Dan playing it, and rating it higher in the spooky-scale etc. Etc. But I realised that a lot of the time when something scary happened, Phil would be scared (Dan too of course) and Dan would like try to calm down and look at it rationally, not just for his own sake but for phils too. For example when a door was opening and closing, Dan found the explanation that it was the wind, and proceeded to find proof as to why it was the wind and that it was nothing scary, which seemed to calm Phil down. I just found times where Dan, despite being scared, would try to be calm about the situation to calm Phil down. So Dan is actually the brave one who will try and calm Phil down, and watch out for him. So Phil doesn’t have to be brave by himself much like the tweets from a long time ago.

Hamilton characters as things I have said/texted about on my first week in college

Hamilton: Oh so we were supposed to write just a 7-line paragraph? I wrote these whole two pages do you think she’ll be mad at me
Burr: Hey… so… have you read that ninety-two-pages long text that she asked us to? Oh… So… could you lend it to me for a sec? I know we never spoke before but jeez… haha… I’ll owe you one thanks
Eliza: I don’t know literally a single thing about this subject do you think he’ll accept it if I just show him my beatboxing tallents in the format of a seminary
Angelica: You tell me if he hurts you. I know we barely met but I will roast him in public and then kick his ass if he hurts you like that again.
Peggy: I just find it really amazing how you guys keep fucking forgetting that I exist hello I am right here
Lafayette: I thought that learning these two dead and foreign languages would be a lot easier than it actually is and I’m actually really sad that I can’t roast the teacher in latin
Mulligan: *bursting into the room without noticing that the lecture had already begun* Hello motherfuckers I have arrived *softly* shit
Laurens: I’m just so glad that there are so many gays around here. Just look at it. So. Many. Gays. I could die happy
Jefferson: I don’t even know this bitch yet but I don’t like her already. She talks too much. Why can’t she be quiet for a second? You don’t need to fucking argue about every single thing you see ffs
Madison: *coughs a lot during all classes*
King George: He thinks it’s nice to be so fucking passive agressive at us, he won’t find it very nice when I poison his water
Washington: I’m just… So tired. I’ve been here for so long. I want to go home.
John Adams: I simply hate being here. I think I’ll just give myself some unofficial vacations

everyone in the show aknowledges that john “moved on” from sherlock using romantic terminology but honestly like ….mycroft is even like. why do you need to see him. sherlock has to ask about him. its been two years and some months. they only even knew each other for a year and a half. sherlock could have just? come back and never spoken to john again? he could have moved back into baker street and let john find out in the papers? he didnt need to come back to john at ALL? HE LITERALLY JUST LOVES HIM

anonymous asked:

"Tell me what hurts most"

ive been wanting to write something like this for like two months and i have a different version started in my drive but im writing this one for sport

send me 5 word prompts

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Worth the Wait

request: can you make an imagine where it’s really angsty at first, like maybe you’ve been injured while running the maze or you and newt are fighting and then end it with either fluff or smut? i love all the ones you’ve done so far!

warnings: smut

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  “God fucking damnit, Y/N,” Newt grumbled as he jerked out of the grip you had on his wrist. “I’m trying to get things done, okay?”

  “But Newt, you’re always ‘getting things done’ nowadays. You never have time to get me done anymore,” you whined. Newt had been ignoring you for days now, and it’s been at least three weeks since the last time the two of you had fooled around with each other. It was driving you crazy and you needed him again.

  “It’s not like I’m bloody trying to ignore you. We need to get out of this hellhole, Y/N, and fucking around with you isn’t going to get that done,” he shouted and pushed you back a few steps when you had tried to wrap yourself around him, walking off in another direction.

  You weren’t giving up that easily, and jogged back up to Newt, stopping in front of him. “I’m sorry Newt, it’s just that I need you. I’m so wet, Newt, I need you,” you whined again, pouting and biting your lip.

  “This is exactly what I mean, Y/N. Why can’t you understand that I don’t always have the time to screw around with you because unlike yourself I’m actually trying to do something about this place. You’re over here acting like a bloody baby because you haven’t been getting in my pants recently while everyone else is trying to survive out here. If you’re not gonna help us then go somewhere else where you won’t bother anyone,” he yelled, stomping off.

  You didn’t follow him this time, you knew that if you did it would only make him even more mad. Instead you made your way to the Map Room, where you knew you could be in peace because the Runners wouldn’t be back for hours. You slammed the door behind you and jumped up to sit on the big table in the middle of the room. Minutes of silence passed before the door suddenly swung open and Newt stood in the doorway.

  “What the hell are you doing here, Newt?” you asked, jumping off of the table and crossing your arms at him.

  “This,” his lips were immediately on yours, kissing you hard. You kissed back and snaked one of your hands behind his neck and placed the other one on his chest. He wrapped his arms around your waist and hoisted you back up onto the table top.

  He tugged at your shirt, breaking the kiss for only a couple seconds as he took off your shirt and bra. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I haven’t been giving you much attention, have I?” His lips attached to your neck, sucking and nibbling the soft skin there.

  After sitting and thinking about it, you did understand why he wasn’t paying as much attention to you. But this is what you wanted, so you didn’t say anything that might make Newt stop. You moaned lightly as an answer.

  “Well that’s gonna change, darling. I’m gonna make you feel good, okay?” He mumbled against your neck, and took his shirt off. He pushed you back against the table so that you were lying down and slid your pants off of your legs. He licked his lips as his eyes wandered all over your body. You could see the growing bulge in his pants and motioned for him to take them off. He did as you wished, and you could see more of him now that only his boxers were holding him back.

  “You’re so beautiful, babygirl,” you could feel his breath against your stomach as he kissed a line down it, creeping slowly towards your centre. Newt’s eyes met yours as he hooked your panties down with one of his fingers. “You’re dripping for me, beautiful. This is so hot,” he muttered, closing the gap between his face and your wet folds. You moaned at the contact and arched your back a little. Newt suddenly shoved his tongue inside of you, swirling it around as you whimpered.

  “Newt, please,” you whined as he continued licking you. He pulled away from you when you found yourself coming closer to the edge. He pulled off his boxers as his dick sprung free and you moaned at the thought of how big he would feel inside of you after so long. Your thoughts were stopped abruptly when you felt his tip toying with your entrance. He ran his length over your folds and you groaned in frustration. You wanted him, needed him. Now.

  “You want it?” he asked teasingly, even though he already knew the answer.

  “Yes, oh my god, Newt just please fuck me,” you screamed at him as he entered you. You were right, he did feel really big after such a long time. “Shuck, Newt, you’re so big,” you whimpered as he started moving inside of you.

  Newt thrusted into you faster, making you arch your back. You were already close to your orgasm after all the work he did with his tongue. He increased the speed of his hips once more. He grunted as his hips met yours with every quick thrust. Your orgasm soon washed over you, sending chills up your spine. You cried out, unaware of the fact that Newt still continued pounding into you.

  “Fuck, Newt,” you moaned, still sensitive from your orgasm. He pushed himself into you faster and harder, grunts escaping from his lips.

  “You’re so tight, Y/N. It’s been so long since I last time I fucked you,” he groaned loudly. Newt brought one of his hands down and rubbed circles on your clit with his thumb. “Shuck,” he grunted and pounded harder. You screamed out with every thrust of his hips, moaning from the pleasure he was giving you.

  “I’m close, Newt,” you whimpered. He nodded and twitched inside of you, he was close, too.

  “Cum for me, baby,” he grunted and thrusted even faster. You arched your back and cried out his name loudly.

  “Newt, ugh I’m gonna cum. I’m gonn-” you were cut off when you felt your orgasm hit – hard. Your liquids flowed out of you, coating his cock. He pushed into you a couple more times before you felt him squirt inside of you. He pulled out, and you felt your juices pour out. He gave a quick lick to your folds before wiping the corner of his mouth and putting his boxers back on.

  “Was it worth the wait, sweetheart?” Newt asked, handing you back your discarded clothing. You moaned and sat up, still breathing heavily from what Newt had just given you.

  “Oh yeah,” you nodded and started putting your clothes back on.

 

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a/n: okie dokie, artichokie. that one’s done. i’m hoping to get at least one or two more done today, so be ready for that (: thank you for requesting, bby.

I will wait until the 22th of January before giving up completely, and not the 29th because the dvd release will be on the 23rd and it wouldn’t just make sense if it is on the 29th.

If it does happen, which I really hope it does, eventhough I won’t forgive Mofftiss for the pain they have put us through, I will take back most of the things I said in anger and bitterness (as long as they don’t queerbait again, though) and I will accept that I was wrong (not completely, but still) because I am not a self righteous ass.

If it doesn’t happen, I will give up and never look back on this show. I won’t wait for a special (like the Abominable Bride) nor for a season 5. I would consider only the first two seasons of Sherlock. Maybe part of the third one. But certainly not the fourth season. I don’t want to prolong this queerbait any longer.

Here are my thoughts. You can agree or disagree, I certainly won’t judge you for it. But it’s now or never, Mofftiss. It’s now, or never.

i said, if she really loves someone else, why is she
still writing about you?

it’s an important question
with a kind of answer that makes my heart
nervous.

marissa had told me a story about her uncle,
who loved someone but then also loved someone else.
he carried the first woman around
like a set of keys to a house he no longer lived in.
at dinner parties, he would pull them out of his pocket
and hold them to the light, tell his nephews
about this person he would never see again.

when i think about airplanes now, i have to remember my life isn’t
just an arrival gate. the last time i was flying somewhere,
i cried through the in-flight movie. my big fear
is that i will never love someone like that again.

which is a shame. which is a waste.
if there was one thing i was good at,
it was leaving my door unlocked.
—  Yena Sharma Purmasir, “two of thirty” (2016) 

we had a thing for two years, or is it even a thing? he was in the final two years of high school and i was in my first and second. we were on and off for 8 months at the very maximum and shared our first kiss. he prolly was depressed and bipolar, i never figured out, but i did realise that he was toxic and even caused me to lie to my own parents. when he tried to reach out the last time i told him off, and i do admit that i never felt whole again since that day.

he claimed to have never even liked me, but would you kiss and make out with someone you feel platonic towards? i do feel better now after 8 months and i could finally go back to school events and see him without flinching, but i still think of you.

“Pending snap - 3rd December 2015”

The best @may-shepard asked me to play the brilliant game where you list four things that you would LOVE to happen by season end, like insane wish fulfillment type things. She tagged me three hours ago and I’ve thought of little else (here is her list if you’d like to see!)

1. “I love you, I’ve always loved you” from both parties. OMG I’d DIE.

2. John working behind the scenes (maybe with Mycroft) to take down Mary. Learning that after Mary shot Sherlock John never forgave her, and was willing to do what it took to protect himself, the baby, and Sherlock.

3. An apology, these two have hurt each other over and over again, and both need to apologize for so much, neither are blameless. 

4. Something (a kiss, taking each other to bed, waking up beside each other) to let the audience know that it’s a romantic relationship versus platonic. I want the casuals to absolutely know they’re a couple. 

What four things would you LOVE to see @conversationswithjohnlock @ellipsicalelle @sussexbound @silentauroriamthereal and @rominatrix