“Okay, but just don’t cancel at the last minute again. You know how much I hate getting dressed to go out.”
I tossed the last pile of utensils in dishwater, then readjusted my headphones. My best friend was giving me her lame excuse, as to why she cancelled our movie date.
“Was Joe mad?” Her voice was full of guilt.
“He wasn’t mad, but annoyed.” I sigh, “He planned something for us last night. Instead I shut him down for you, which I will never do again, by the way.”
“Ugh, I’m so sorry. Please give him my love!”
I couldn’t help but grin. “Let me think on it.”
Footsteps enter the kitchen and I take a glance to my right. Joe walked past me towards the fridge and grabbed a beer. He gulped down half the bottle, then sat it on the table. Suddenly, I found myself in a staring contest.
“Let me finish cleaning, and I’ll get back to you later.” I take out my headphones. “Hey, everything okay?”
His thin lips twisted at the corners, as his eyes lowered. His bare arms folded across his chest.
“It’s funny that you seemed to notice that things are not.”
“Babe, what are you talking about?” I sigh and place my hands on my hips.
He takes a few steps closer. “There’s always something taking away your time from me. Work. Errands. Friends.”
“Don’t interrupt me.” A long finger lifted in front of my face. “I’ve been put on the back burner too much over these few weeks. I miss coming home to a welcoming wife. As hard as I work, don’t you think I deserve that?”
I eagerly nod. “Yes, babe. You do.”
“Well, lately it hasn’t seemed like it.”
I watched the redness amplify in his face, as well as my guilt. I could lie and say his words didn’t just slice me in half. He was telling the truth. Lately, I had been making time for everything imaginable, except him. The straw that definitely broke the camel’s back, was flaking out on him for my best friend. I felt like crap as soon as I’d done it, but I couldn’t renege at the last minute. Luckily, she cancelled but it was too late.
“You’re right,” I breathe, “I’ve been neglecting you lately, and I apologize for that. I can’t even give you an excuse, because there isn’t one. But just know that I’m so sorry, baby.”
He rolls his eyes. “Is it me? Am I doing something wrong? Am I not there enough for you?”
“No! It’s not you!” I cup his face, “You’re part of my Universe that can’t be replaced. I can’t get enough of how you make me feel, and what you do for me. If there was a problem, I wouldn’t avoid it. Especially like this.”
He pecks my thumb, as it glides across his lips. “You sure there isn’t another man you’re telling these problems to?”
“Don’t even play with me like that.” My voice hardens, “Not one bit, Joseph.”
He presses his hips against me, pinning me to the counter. “Don’t give me a reason to, Lia.”
My name sizzled into my skin from his breath. Instantly, he had me right where and how he wanted me. Hot and trapped. He bore his fingers into my hips, and leaned down to my ear.
“Turn around and bend over.”
I did as told without hesitation. Didn’t even need to be told twice. My yoga pants were slipped down to my ankles; thankfully I was bare underneath. His thumbs pressed into my lower back, prompting me to arch perfectly into position.
“Let’s see if we can fix your problem.”
“I don’t have any pro—AH!”
Joe breached into my sleek opening, casually pushing deeper. Once my ponytail was grabbed, the motion was set. His grunts mixed with my moans echoing in the sink, filled the kitchen. I came onto my tip toes, urging him to pound me the way I like it when I’m close. He answered me by gripping my thighs, and folding my legs around his waist. I released a squeal from the surprising lift, feeling more of him in this intensified position. He yanks my body hard against him, grinding onto my throbbing walls.
“Still have a problem?”
“Are you going to continue putting me off?”
“No I won’t!” I gasp, “Baby, I promise!”
“You promise?” He spanks me.
“Problem solved.” He spanked me a few more times.
The hot stings radiated through my body and I came on a loud cry. He stilled my body, while he shuttered from his gut wrenching orgasm. Joe grabbed for his half filled bottle of beer, gulping down the rest. The strength of him holding me up with one hand was turning me on, so I wiggled my butt on his pelvis. He cracked a smirk, softly spanking me. My lower half was gently placed back on the ground, as we caught our breaths. Joe wrapped his arms around my waist to pull me up against him. I sealed my back to his front, inhaling his scent. My arms folded atop his, as I laid my head back onto his chest. Nothing like a much needed quickie to get my mind back right on my husband. That’s for damn sure!
There is defiantly a problem with the fantasy genre not casting a lot of people of color in general, especially women of color. We can see this recently with the movie Doctor Strange with the casting of Tilda Swinton. That’s a bit of white washing when they could have casted a perfectly capable asian actress. I have nothing against Tilda Swinton(brilliant actress) but seriously? Really, I do believe they are getting better with casting as we can see with Star Wars but there is still a long way to go. Also, this is just not a problem in the fantasy genre alone but with movies in general.
Then the problem of having just strong female characters is just like ugh. Seriously, when people think of a “strong” female character it’s like the traits they have are INHERENTLY MASCULINE. It’s annoying as f**k.
There was a person who reblogged my recent rant about what some people who think poorly of Sarah’s character. Sarah’s feminine features are the advantage in Labyrinth. That’s why I love the character Sarah soooo much because she’s rare in the fantasy genre, and in general.
So, yeah I get it. We are all frustrated. We just have to be vocal about it like what we are doing right now and support the movies, books, etc… that do this.
Deancas, high school!au, approximately 900 words. Bonus points if you catch all the references! which probably 90% of you will lbr anyway, enjoy!
Ugh. Why am I even here? Dean thought as he
looked around the room for what felt like the hundredth time since they got
here. Homecoming was stupid. And whoever had decided that “Under the
Sea” was a good theme for homecoming was even stupider. There were bubbles
everywhere. And why did everything have to be blue? Ugh. And then his eyes fell on Cas. Right. That’s why I’m here, his brain provided unhelpfully.
Dean had decided
early on that he was skipping homecoming this year. He didn’t have a date, and
he hadn’t been interested in getting one. He and Cas could just hang out at his
house and watch movies. That would be way more fun anyway. He’d been on the
verge of telling Cas about his plan when he had come up to him the Monday
before the dance, but Cas had beat him to the punch:
had asked, somewhat shyly. “Would you like to go to the dance with me on Friday?”
Dean had been so shocked that he’d stared at his friend, completely speechless
for what felt like half an hour – although it was probably closer to ten
seconds. But just as Dean had snapped out of his trance, and was about to tell
Cas that hell yes he wanted to go to
the dance with him, the other boy had quickly added “As friends of
course.” and he’d started to babble about how it was their last year, and
he really wanted to go, but he didn’t have a date and -
Cas,” Dean had cut him off, ignoring the sinking feeling in his stomach
and smiling instead. “If it makes you happy.”
And Cas had smiled
and Dean knew in that instant that it had been the good call to make.
And now it was Friday
and Dean had picked Cas up earlier tonight – he’d nearly fallen off the Novaks’
front porch when Cas opened the door because
woah, but that was besides the point - and here they were. Sitting at a
table in the corner of the gym farthest to the dance floor, staring at the
people around them, Dean resolutely avoiding Cas’ gaze. At least the music is decent, he thought. Their friend Charlie had
been appointed as the DJ for the night, which meant that it wasn’t ballad after
ballad like last year. Actually, he was pretty sure there hadn’t been a slow
whispered, effectively breaking Dean out of his reverie. “Do you want to
dance?” He asked, as though he’d read Dean’s mind.
“Yeah, okay,” Dean
shrugged, standing up and fixing his tie. Why
did I even wear a tie? I don’t do ties.
The music slowed as
the pair reached the dance floor. Seriously,
Dean how much of a cliché can your life be? he thought. And then he
recognized the song. He looked up at Charlie on the stage, daggers in his eyes, just as she began to speak. “This is for all you film nerds out there,”she said, winking at Dean. I’m going to murder her. And I’m never telling her anything ever again. Dean
ground his teeth together.
“Hey, Cas, you find a
partner, I’m gonna sit this one out.” He said, pointing to their table.
“Wait.” Dean felt
Cas’ grip on his wrist as he turned away. He looked over his shoulder, only to
see his best friends’ eyes filled with the most determined – and hopeful? –
look he’d ever seen. “On Monday, you said you’d come to the dance if it made me
happy. You dancing with me would make me even happier…”
“Yeah, Cas and I
will, I promise, but… this song? Really?”
“This song.” Cas
Dean gulped, feeling his
heart speed up even more. Is it possible?
Does he…? “Aright,” Dean finally answered, his hands shaking as he placed
them on Cas’ waist. “Alright.”
Cas rested his hands
against Dean’s shoulders and the two boys swayed together to the soft rhythm
for a moment, hardly touching. Eventually they both relaxed, melting into each
other, Cas resting his head against Dean’s shoulder, pressing a smile to the
other boy’s neck.
“Dean?” Cas whispered
just as Dean was pressing his cheek into his hair.
“Can I kiss you now?”
“You know, Cas, I
think I’d be okay with that,” Dean replied, smiling, as Cas lifted his head
from his shoulder.
Their lips meet for
the first time as the last lines of the song fade out, and maybe, just maybe,
homecoming isn’t so bad after all.
angel, Earth angel, please be mine.
My darling dear, love you for all time.
I’m just a fool, a fool in love with
Five years later, if the song
plays during the first dance at their wedding reception, well that’s just
because Cas is a mushy romantic.
(Who am I kidding though, Dean
chose the song because he’s a sap and they’re both smiling so wide that they
can barely kiss and holding each other so tight that they can barely move so
really it’s mostly just them staring at each other and being utterly happy in
the middle of the dance floor and it’s perfect.)
Coke or Pepsi: Coke Disney or Dreamworks: Disney Coffee or tea: Tea Books or movies: Books Windows or Mac: Windows DC or Marvel: DC because BATMAN Xbox or Playstation: Xbox Dragon Age or Mass Effect: Never played Mass Effect Night owl or early riser: Night Owl Cards or Chess: Chess Chocolate or vanilla: Vanilla Vans or Converse: Converse are the best Star Wars or Star Trek: Star Trek, Spock is my spirit animal One episode per week or binge watching : BINGE WATCHING Gandalf or Obi-wan: Gandalf! Heroes or Villains: Villains? John Williams or Hans Zimmer: WHO ARE THESE PEOPLES?! Disneyland/Disney World or Six Flags: Disney World Forest or sea: Sea. Mainly because I live in Florida.
Flying or reading minds: Flying. I would love to fly. Idk why. I just do.
Twin Peaks or Northern Exposure: Never seen Northern Exposure. Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings: Harry Potter. Why? My Immortal. Cake or pie: Pie. Pumpkin Pie is a gift from the gods. Beyoncé or Lady Gaga:
Rain or sunshine: Rain. Because I’m a depressing Person.
Steven Universe or Gravity Falls?: STEVEN UNIVERSE!!!!!
oh this is so much better than the movie because there’s more steve and nat interaction during their cover and the kiss was SO AMAZING WHY DIDN’T THEY DO IT THIS WAY UGH :((( like they’re holding hands and stuff this is too cute
“If you hate it so much, why didn’t you just quit?”
“Ugh. I signed a contract. I think the guy who wrote it is part demon…is that even possible?”
“Sorry. Anyway, if I didn’t finish the film, no one else would ever hire me.” The actor tilted his head back and took a deep swig of his drink, mirrored by the demon sitting across the coffee table from him. “Were you really trying to curse the movie?”
“Wouldn’t you?” Across the table the demon – Alcor the Dreambender – took another drink, and idly Richard wondered if demons could get drunk.
A PSA to all members of the Madagascar and/or Penguins Fandom
On Friday, May 27, 2005, Madagascar premiered in the US. On Wednesday, May 27, 2015 (one month from today), the movie will turn 10 years old (10! Can you believe it? Where did the time go?)
As a way to celebrate the movie that started the whole franchise and this entire crazy, amazing fandom, I would like to dub the week of May 24-30, 2015, Madagascar Week.
This week would honor all of our favorite characters, scenes, and absolutely anything else from everything in the Madagascar franchise: all four movies, both of the TV shows, the two television specials and the short Christmas Caper film. The week would also showcase the fanfiction, fanart, and everything in between from the amazing people in the fandom.
Screencaps. Gifs. Edits. Music videos. Your homemade plushy dolls. Your story of how you got into the fandom. EVERYTHING. Let’s make it happen. Under the authority I do not possess, I demand it!
Tag your stuff “Madagascar Week”, I want to see all of it. It’s coming up soon, Fanguins! :)
I also just realized that this wouldn’t be much different from any other day on Tumblr if we didn’t have some theme days. So here’s a schedule (if you think of something for a day that might be better, LET ME KNOW, I want this to be fun for everyone):
Sunday, May 24: Movie Day. Your favorite stuff from the 4 movies.
Monday, May 25: TV Show Day. Your favorite stuff from the 2 TV series.
Tuesday, May 26: Miscellaneous Day. Your favorite stuff from the TV specials and the short film.
Wednesday, May 27 *10 Year Anniversary of Madagascar!*: Madagascar Day. Your favorite stuff from just the first Madagascar movie that started it all.
Thursday, May 28: Character Day. Your favorite characters (scenes, quotes… idk, analyses of why they act the way they do… hey, I’ve seen it before).
Friday, May 29: You Day. How you got into the fandom and, if it has, how it has affected your life (I’m giving this a whole day because I really want to know people’s stories). Oh and your merchandise! If you have any, let’s see it.
Saturday, May 30: Fanon Day. The fanart. The fanfiction. The fanmade videos. And anything else. Yay for writers and artists and everyone!
Again, tag this stuff “Madagascar Week”. I hope this is something that people might actually want to do. Shoot me a reply or an ask or reblog this and let me know if you plan to participate, just because I kind of want to know. And if you do plan to do this, SPREAD THE WORD so the other Fanguins know! :)
AND THEN CONTINUE TO SLAY ME WITH FEELS EVEN THOUGH I KNOW THE STORY ALREADY
THEY MAKE ME CRY WITHIN THE FIRST 5 MINUTES OF THE MOVIE
AND DON’T LET ME STOP CRYING UNTIL IM CURLED UP IN BED
THEY CREATE FLAWLESS MAJESTIC COSTUMES THAT I WILL NEVER GET TO WEAR
THEY CREATE RIDICULOUS OSTENTATIOUS SETS THAT MAKE ME WANT TO ROB A BANK SO I CAN LIVE IN A PLACE LIKE THAT
THEY WRITE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL DIALOGUE BETWEEN CHARACTERS THAT MAKES ME WANT TO STAB MY EYES OUT BECAUSE INSTEAD OF A BOY ASKING ME “CAN I HAVE THE PLEASURE OF THIS DANCE” I GET “YO GIRL LEMME GRIND UP ON YOU.”
THEY GIVE ME EXTREMELY UNREALISTIC EXPECTATIONS ABOUT MEN
THEY CREATE BEAUTIFUL MASTERPIECES THAT I WILL NOW OBSESS OVER FOR 500 YEARS AND I REALLY DID NOT HAVE ROOM FOR ANOTHER OBSESSION IN MY LIFE
IN CONCLUSION I HATE LOVE DISNEY AND AM ABSOLUTE TRASH
ugh. This is ridiculous. I can't believe you charge this much. Why are snacks so expensive here?
haha well all the ticket sales go to the studios so concession sales are the only way we earn a profit so we can make minimum wage pay! :) Enjoy your movie! Sorry you couldn't go 80 minutes without 3 boxes of candy, nachos, popcorn, and a large drink!