umm...for reasons

13 Reasons Why Not?
  • Me: I liked 13 Reasons Why
  • Her: Nooooooo, you don't understand!! It's so inaccurate!
  • Me: Well, actually...
  • Her: You've never experienced mental illness yourself!
  • Me: I've been diagnosed with depression and tried to...
  • Her: BUT THERE IS NO WAY IT COULD HELP ANYONE EVER BECAUSE IT MAKES DEATH LOOK ROMANTIC
  • Me: Actually, it realistically portrays...
  • Her: YOU'RE WRONG FUCK OFF GO AWAY BITCH

the thing that really fucks me up about people defending 50 shades is that even after you shoot down all their arguments of it being a non-abusive relationship, their last argument is that the third book explains why Christian Grey is like that. Like their argument is literally that his backstory excuses his abusive behavior. The fact that people think this is a good argument is fucked up. Fuck this book and fuck this movie.

anonymous asked:

You should do a ghost!Laurens thing.

Philip’s fingers roamed the ivory keys, creating a familiar melody that echoed through the large room. He knew the song well and didn’t need to look at his music to play it, so he let his eyes drift closed. He jumped in shock when he felt a weight over his shoulder, it was almost as if someone was touching him but… not. He stopped playing and looked around. When he found nothing out of the ordinary near by, he brushed his shoulder off and returned his attention to the piano. He felt the weight again. A murmuring, wailing, perhaps even could be described as a moan, in any case it was a sound that penetrated the comfortable melody and it was completely out of the ordinary. 

“What?” He muttered to himself.

“I said, ‘that sounds nice’!” A voice returned, it was hoarse and resembled in sound to when someone blew bubbles into a glass of water through a straw. “I’m sorry,” It spoke again, “I haven’t said anything to anyone in a while.” Philip squinted at a sort of shimmering that had appeared next to him, he began to notice more distinguished features- a freckled nose, a curly ponytail, a military uniform that Philip recognized from the depths of his fathers closet. Philip remembered how his father would tear up whenever he tried to ask about it, something about that uniform would strike a sort of sadness into him that nothing else could. Philip watched as the figure scratched the back of its neck nervously.

“Oh my god.” He jumped up from the piano bench, it’s legs scraping across the floor.

“Don’t be scared!” The human-esque shimmering said urgently. “I’m not going to hurt you… I couldn’t if I wanted to.” Philip scanned the figure, more of its features becoming clear, most prominently a glimmering smile.

“I’m not scared.” Philip said, straightening his posture and puffing out his chest. The figure chuckled,

“You’re just like your father.” It said, “I’m John by the way. John Laurens.”

“Umm… Philip.”

“I’m a ghost. In case you were wondering. I didn’t die in this uniform, but in most of my best memories I was in it, I was shot in a gunfight in South Carolina,” John poked his side where he remembered being shot, “ouch! Anyway, that’s about all you need to know. Questions?”

“You-You knew my dad?” Philip asked,

“He didn’t ever mention me?” John questioned, looking a little hurt. 

“He doesn’t like to tell stories about the war.” Philip said.

“Really? That man thrived on the war when I was with him.” John shook his head sentimentally. “Maybe something happened after I died.” He wondered aloud,

“Or maybe,” Philip started, contemplating the thought himself, “Maybe what happened was that you died… Were you two close?”

“We were closer than close.” John smiled, remembering his best moments with Alexander, “I still can’t believe he never talked about me.”

“I think it makes him too sad.” Philip’s brow furrowed, in deep thought, he was beginning to warm up to this ghost. “I used to ask him about his uniform” Philip pointed to John’s jacket, “when I was younger, but he’d always tear up.” John raised his eyebrows, “Here, come with me.” Philip walked to the door, gesturing for John to follow him. 

Alexander sat at his desk, consumed in his writing, spectacles balanced on his nose. “Dad?” Philip poked his head into the door frame, 

“Yes?” Alexander put down his quill and looked up at his son. Philip waited as John walked into the doorway next to him. Laurens grinned widely, doing nothing to stop the full laughter that bubbled up from his chest,

“Alex!” He said.

“Did you want to speak to me?” Alexander asked, eyes still focused on Philip. 

“You can’t see him?” Philip said, taken aback.

“See who? Philip are you alright?” Alexander said, worry etching into his voice as he got up to press a hand to Philip’s forehead.

“No. Dad, nevermind. I’m fine.” Philip swatted his father’s hand away and glanced at John, who’s smile was now a heartbroken frown. Philip tried to place a hand on his arm comfortingly but found that it only glided through and caused a shiver to run up his arm. 

“Son-”

“You know I hate it when you call me ‘son’.” Philip rolled his eyes. However heartbroken he was, John couldn’t help from smiling at Philip’s words just like his father.

“You are my son.” Alexander said.

“Nevertheless, did you… did you know a man named John Laurens?” Philip asked. Alexander straightened and frowned. 

“John Laurens?” He prompted for clarification. Philip nodded.

“Yes.” Alexander said, “We fought in the war together… it could be said that um… that I loved him.”

“I love you too.” John whispered from beside Philip.

“He died right after you were born.” Alexander looked to the floor, working to hold back a flood of tears.

“Loved him like…?”

“Yes.” Alexander said after a moment’s contemplation. Philip raised his eyebrows in shock and turned to look at John, who was staring at Alexander with tears in his own eyes. “Well, why do you ask?”

“Umm… no reason, I’m going to go back to the piano.” Philip said quickly.

“Philip, where did you hear that name?” Alexander asked, more insistent.

“Um, mom mentioned him.” Philip lied, “Briefly.”

“Oh.” Alexander added quietly. Philip turned and walked back toward the door down the hall. John took one last look at Alexander before finally following him. 

anonymous asked:

i saw the nsfw request asking for voice kink with aomine. cn i have the same kind of prompt, except w/ kagami? tnx!

Kagami was trying hard not to seem affected by your quietness as he tried his hardest to pleasure you. He thrusted harder, faster, slow, deeper, but nothing was working. You weren’t making a sound and Kagami suddenly stopped.

“T-Taiga, why did you stop?” you breathed out, cheeks flushed and eyes filled with lust and confusion.

Kagami just blushed and looked away, not meeting your eyes. He didn’t want you to know about his insecurities and how much he was affected by the fact that it seemed that he couldn’t pleasure you properly.

You stared at him with a soft expression and gently pulled his face to face yours. “What’s wrong?”

He averted his eyes and said, “I- I don’t… I don’t feel like I’m satisfying you enough…”

“What? Why?!” you asked in confusion.

“You’re just so quiet, I don’t know if you actually enjoy being intimate with me. You never make a sound even when I try so hard to get you to moan or to say my name.”

You blushed a deep red and tried to stutter out a response. “U-umm, Taiga, the reason I don’t make sounds in bed is because I want to hear you. Your voice t-turns me on and I want to hear just y-you.”

Kagami’s face flushed and he smiled, gently kissing your cheek as he picked up his speed again. He made sure to vocalize his pleasure, in hopes of turning you on even more. Moans, groans and pants filled the room and your core was burning up as Kagami pleasured you with all he had.

When you both came undone, he flopped next to you and grinned, happy that he had satisfied you.

anonymous asked:

Why do you hate Hux? I am curious...

Umm a list of many reasons, Hux is basically Tarkin, he’s a fascist, Starkiller base which destroyed 3 systems. Don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing wrong with liking a villain but I don’t have to like him either and frankly I could care less about his character. Kylo and Phasma are much more interesting to me, like in the OT you don’t care about Tarkin, you hate him, but people do like Vader cause at least he’s interesting. You may not feel the same way, but just respect that, cause I don’t want to be afraid of sharing my true opinion just cause he’s popular in the fandom. I do like Dohmnall Gleeson as an actor and he plays the villain well, I still don’t like Hux though

anonymous asked:

Can you do Drabble 61 and 63 with Barry?

WARNING: Smut! Read at your own risk.

61.     Sex In the closet.

63.     My hot new teacher.


‘God he’s so sexy.’

You thought as you tried to make it seem like you were paying attention to his lesson. 

Mr. Allen was your hot new teacher because Mr. Reid quit the job for unknown reasons.

You remembered yesterday’s girl who stopped by and said she ‘cooked too much lasagna’ and even threw out there the fact that her parents were out of town and she was home alone. This happened every day with different girls; even teachers came by to make suggestions at him.

‘Yeah like he cares about that.’ You thought to yourself rolling your eyes. 

“Miss Y/L/N, do you not agree?” Mr. Allen asked you and you were left at a blank because you had no idea what he was asking you. 

“Uhh… I’m sorry. I wasn’t listening.” You admitted and to shake off some of the awkwardness you felt you adjusted your uniform tie. 

“Pay attention next time… as I was saying, tomorrow you will present your…” He continued to explain but once again you got distracted by his green eyes and his big hands. 

Your thoughts stopped when you realized he was standing right in front of you. 

“Bell rang. Time to go home Y/N.” He said closing the book he held open for his own lectures. 

“Okay.” You took at deep breath trying to calm yourself but instead you caught a scent of his cologne and that drove you mad. 

“Is there a reason why you have been so distracted?” He asked and you looked up at him and his eyes widened as if he already knew the reason. 

“Umm I have some problems catching up with homework. Do you think you could help me?” You asked quickly trying to change the subject. 

“Yeah sure. Can you help me put the text books back in the closet then?” He asked dragging his hand through his hair. 

“Okay.” You stood up and fixed your skirt and walked over to pick up some books and put them inside the rather large storage closet.

You turned around and saw that Mr.  Allen was standing only a few inches away from you. 

“Sorry, I was trying to reach for the stethoscope.” He added but didn’t pull away. 

“Your eyes are beautiful.” You said and Mr. Allen’s face flushed red with embarrassment. 

“Thanks.” He laughed a bit and stared down at you leaning to plant a soft kiss on your lips. 

You were in shock but recovered quickly and deepened the kiss before he had any second thoughts. It didn’t seem like he did though because he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to his body. 

“Mr.Allen…” You moaned when his hand found its way passed your skirt and palmed your ass.

He pulled away and looked at you. “Just Barry, you can call me that when we’re alone.”

He kissed down your neck biting that soft spot and ripping a moan off of you.

You began unbuttoning his shirt and he did the same to your white uniform shirt. You pulled it off his shoulders and admired his toned abs.

“Are you sure?” He asked stopping his actions for a brief moment.

“Never been more sure about anything.” You smiled at him and he smiled back at you and trailed kisses from your collarbone down to the valley between your breasts.

He got rid of your shirt and your bra followed right after. He took one of your nipples in his mouth while his fingers played with the hem of your panties and pulled them down.

You moaned out his name when his index finger slid between your wet folds and began to rub adding the perfect amount of pressure to your clit. You reached your hand down and palmed his growing bulge which earned you a small grunt from him.

He moved to kiss you hard on the lips and then pulled away when he noticed you had begun to undue his belt and pull his pants down. He brought the finger he used on your womanhood to his mouth and licked it to put it back on your pussy to pump it inside of you.

“Barry…” You moaned out beginning to feel the burning sensation in the pit of your stomach. You had begun to shake and your knees were growing weak, you were so close and he knew it because before you could finish he pulled out his finger covered in your juices.

“I want to be inside you when you finish.” He said laughing a bit at your frustrated expression.

He set you down on the floor giving you an apologetic look when you flinched at the cold tile floor making contact with your skin. He pulled his boxers off and you caught a glimpse of him and you began to wonder if you would be able to accommodate him inside you.  

He held your thighs and wrapped them around his waist and looked at you for approval to enter you and you nodded biting your lip in anticipation. He pushed the tip of his penis inside and slowly moved in deeper inside until he was fully in.

He waited for you to adjust and then began to move at a slow pace which began to increase after a few thrusts. You moaned out and dug your nails on his back sure you had left scratches.

Barry began to move faster and buried his face on your neck to mark you. You were sure that people would’ve heard you moaning if he hadn’t covered your mouth with one of his hands.

His thrusts became sloppy and you knew he was close as were you. He looked like a masterpiece, covered in sweat and panting to catch his breath and pushing in and out of you as quick as he could.

“Barry I’m so close.” You moaned out.

“Me too baby.” He panted and he gave a few hard thrusts and sent you over the edge. He followed soon after and collapsed on top of you. You both caught your breath and you asked the so very dreaded question.

“Now what?” You asked him a bit afraid of his answer.

“We keep this a secret. I’ll give you my number.” He smiled grabbing your shirt and handing it back to you.

“So… we’re dating?” You asked.

“Yeah, unless you don’t want to.” He answered and you smiled and pulled him in for a tight hug.


Author’s Note:

Sorry , it probably sucked. I’m a bit rusty. Hope you guys liked it though.

anonymous asked:

But why do you hate them :S is there a reason?

umm I’m not sure? it’s just something that has always made me uncomfortable and for the baby/princess one I associate it to the daddy kink which most of you know I can’t stand so that goes hand in hand. but probably because like my family just doesn’t use pet names? and the ‘pet names’ (if you can call them that) that we do have/use are like unique to us/a story to them? like my grandmother will call me nina or boba same with my mom like that is my pet name I guess you can say and I’m fine with that but like call me love and I’m like yikkkeskekekskskssskskssk how about no 

idk they just always made me feel uncomfortable I really don’t like most of them

Diabolik Lovers Lunatic Parade: Sakamaki Kanato (Chapter 1)

Kanato: Here, this is the castle town where the parade is being held

Yui: It’s really lively, it’s making me kind of excited

(I can’t help but think back to the carnival we went to before)

Keep reading

vkdragonfire  asked:

1, 13, 15, 32 :)

Any scars?

I have a few on my thighs and my wrists, I also have one big healed wound on my back.

Height?

164 cm/ 5′4 ft

Eye color?

Boring brown 

Favorite show?

Used to be Sherlock (bbc) but after that season well…I also liked Gotham but that got shit too….Umm I think 13 Reasons Why at the moment.

anonymous asked:

Hiiii I want to request a reaction to GOT7 trying to ask you out for a date ! I love your work! I'll try to request more as u wish ^^ PPL SHOULD I MEAN U ROCK THANK U XD

OMG Thank u guuuurl! awww srsly thanks

hope u like this one ^^


Yugyeom  
*tries to act casually* yoo! are you hungry? let’s go out for lunch *happy maknae*

Originally posted by got7gifs

Jackson -Kayee-
*dances around because he is nervous* wild & sexy Jackson found out a new amazing park and wants you to *stops and says shyly* g-go with him!

Originally posted by got7ish

Youngjae
*calls you* I was thinking maybe you can go with me to walk coco *happy the excuse worked*
Wh-hy you?? umm n-n-no reason *blow it up in the end* *internally dying*

Originally posted by mjbm

Mark -YiEun-
I-I heard the amusement p-park are doing a sale t-this weekend wanna go? *doesn’t mention it is a couples sale* I won

Originally posted by markjin

Jr. -Jinyoung-
*confident af* hey let’s go out for lunch
When?? Now
LET’S GO

Originally posted by incrediyeol

JB -Jaebum-
*totally nervous but acts cool* l-let’s take a break tomorrow 

You: to do what?

JB: *forgets everything he wanted to say*… OH yeah! Let’s go out for a nice fa-ancy dinner hmm?

Originally posted by crying-in-korean

BamBam -Bhuwakul-
*all shy because he liked you for a while* *waves* h-hey umm i was thinking…let’s go out for di-iner *smiles shyly*

Originally posted by jypnior

draginraptor  asked:

A version of the missing ahoge prompt, but with smooth/unsmooth Izuru, in the AU where Hinata's personality remains. (It could even be that some only recognise him when smooth, and others only when unsmooth)

A/N Ack, so I just realized that I wrote it down differently. Hope you still like it though. I don’t know why I wrote this, I blame you and the rest of the fandom.

PS This is set in this au where izuru retains hinata’s personality

Team Smooth or Team Unsmooth?

“SMOOTH!” One side yelled.

“UNSMOOTH!” The other side continued.

And in the middle of the room was Izuru Kamukura.

“What the hell are you guys fighting over this time?”

It was a war between factions of extremes. And just like any war, there were no winners only casualties and among those was Izuru who was caught in the crossfire.

“SET HIM FREE! Don’t tame his beauty! Let it loose! UNSMOOTH and natural all the way!” Ibuki screamed.

“Non, non, non. There’s a reason why the smoothie was discovered even though there’s already the shake. Everyone likes it better smoothed.” Teruteru reasoned.

“Umm… It’s really hard to m-maintain long hair so m-maybe it’s more convenient for him to go unsmooth.” Mikan stuttered her opinion on the matter.

“Shut up! Who cares if it’s convenient or not for him? We’re talking about looks! You’ve got to have pig barf tastes to like him unsmoothed!” Hiyoko sneered back.

“Well they do use ‘smooth’ as a compliment. You don’t hear anyone being happy over getting called ‘unsmooth’.” Mahiru reasonably added.

“Fools! To judge him by his mortal shell was already your downfall. His untamed mane is just proof of his power coursing through them!” Gundam bellowed.

“I don’t wanna hear that from the person who wears makeup and gels his hair. Face it, the dude’s cooler as a smooth criminal.” Souda argued back.

“I do not wish for him to be a criminal though. Therefore I will side with him as unsmooth.” Sonia said in concern.

“It’s called a figure of speech. But you gotta admit that the guy has more style with him smoothed.” Kuzuryuu smirked.

“Style won’t affect performance though. However, I like the fighting spirit I get from him unsmooth!” Nidai laughed.

“Fight? If I can fight him then I’m with unsmooth too!” Akane seconded.

“I will side with smooth… for reasons as well.” Pekoyama calmly admitted.

All the while, Izuru was at a lost as to what they were talking about.

“Why is everyone fighting over smooth or unsmooth? What does it even mean?” He asked out loud but most of the class was still absorbed in their own arguments that he thought he’d never get an answer.

Until finally, Ryotwo decided to shed some light on the topic as he calmly looked up from his work and mouthed, “Your hair.”

What?

“Seriously?” Izuru asked him incredulously.

Ryotwo nodded solemnly.

All this discourse just over his goddamn hair??

“Oh, come on!” He yelled in exasperation.

They were all fighting over something so petty and no one even bothered to ask HIM on his opion of HIS hair!!

“By the way, I’m “Team I’m cool with both” in case you were wondering.“ Nanami nonchalantly pointed out.

"Isn’t this exciting? I wonder which hope will shine brighter at the end?” Komaeda commented mostly to himself.

This was not what he signed up for when he became the SHSL Hope.

Izuru was just so fucking done with this.

“Nope. No way.” He said and as he walked out on them he was muttering, “I’m not taking any more of your bullshit.”

The next day, Izuru came to class with his hair braided. 

And that was the end of the smooth or unsmooth war.

Unfortunately for Izuru though, that wasn’t the last stupid war.

A&E patients...

Me: Ok so your son has a bruised cheek, because he fell over yesterday. So, umm… is there any other reason you’re here?

The mum: No :)

Me: Do you have any concerns about him?

Mum: No :)

Me: …

Mum: …

Me: So why are you here exactly?

Mum: Well actually, since he hurt his cheek I was wondering if you could just check his teeth over? 

Me: That’s a dentist you need, then. This is A&E. It’s for emergencies and we don’t do teeth.

Mum: … oh. I guess I’ll take him to the dentist then.

Me: Yes, that might be a better idea :) 

Me Internally: *THIS IS WHY THE NHS IS STRAINED OMGGGGG*

Originally posted by princess-anna-sexual

[Translation] Otousanto! MakoHaru DJ (Part 1/2)

Finally got around to doing a rough translation of this cute makoharu dj I got from the event I went to a few weeks ago.

I make no profit from this. Please do not use my pictures or translations without permission. Support the author Harumitu whenever possible. I just want to spread the cuteness of makoharu <3

{Part 2}

Title: Together with Dad!

Page 5 (this is 1st page of manga)

Mako: Mama, Mama

M.mama: Um-? what is it Mako-chan?

M.mama: Weren’t you just playing with daddy?

M.papa: Umm… about that

Mako: I..I…with Haru-chan, I want to play with him you know..!

M.mama: Ah~.. papa you’ve been rejected

M.papa: Yup…

Page 6

Mako: (stare)

M.mama: Umm~ Mama is a bit busy right now ~ Papa, can you take Mako-chan to Nanase-san’s place?

M.papa: Sure, no problem.

M.mama: (what a face you’re making) <– about Mako-chan’s pouty face

M.mama: Honestly this boy, he really likes Haru-chan, doesn’t he?

M.papa: Hello, this is Tachibana ~

Mako: Haru-cha..n ~

Haru: Makoto?

Mako: Haru-chan!

M.papa: Oh..Haru-chan are you looking after the house?

Haru: Yup, with dad

Page 7

M.papa: Is that so ~  And where’s your dad? Wonder if he’s busy right now

Haru: Nope

Haru: He’s sleeping    (lol otou-san)

H.papa: (sniff sniff)

M.papa: (Wait, he’s crying right!?)

M.papa: Um..why are you crying in front of your kid?

H.papa: Because… my family has been mean to me…

Mako: [let’s play Haru-chan!]

~ 1 hour ago ~

H.mama: So, I’ll leave the house to you Dad!  
(Note: not sure it’s necessary but to those who’s not familiar, Asian families have a habit of calling each other Mum and Dad between couples when they have kids, so that kids follow their example)

H.papa: Ehhhhhhhh! You’re suddenly leaving me behind!?

H.mama: Of course we are ~ the only time men are useful to tag along when ladies go shopping is to carry heavy bags (<— lol)

Page 8

Haru: Me too.. I will stay at home with dad

H.mama: Eh!

H.papa: Haruka..(happy face)

Haru: Because — I’m a big boy you know. I don’t want to go shopping with girls.

H.papa: Ah..aa…umm, of course that’s his reason (<— poor otou-san lol)

H.papa: So, right! don’t you think they’re mean!? the way they treat me!

M.papa: Yeah, of course. (what a pain…)  XD

H.papa: Umm! Speaking of..where’s Haruka!?

M.papa: He’s playing with Makoto over there.

M.papa: Well.. playing? umm

H.papa: Yeah

M.papa: That’s..

H.papa: Yeah

Page 9

M.papa: That’s…can it even be called playing?

H.papa: Yeah…I wonder. Both of them looks happy and satisfied though..

[Haruka who is looking at a picture book about fish]

[Makoto who is looking at Haruka]  <— first word is not printed properly but it’s probably Haruka’s name in kanji

H.papa: That Haruka boy, even though a friend came to visit and he still ends up reading a book

H.papa: He really goes at his own pace

M.papa:  Well it’s so like Haruka-kun so nothing wrong with that!? In fact if you put it that way…

M.papa: I’m worried about Makoto, always clinging to Haruka-kun. He opens up to me and his mother, but always unassertive and quiet when it comes to strangers…so it makes me worry that he might get pushed around by others easily…

H.papa: That’s not ture, Makoto-kun will be okay.

M.papa: Eh?

Page 10

H.papa: What I’m trying to say is, it’s not that he just goes with the flow.

H.papa: It’s likely that Makoto-kun has an understanding of what’s going on.

Mako: (Ah..that fish-san looks really cool isn’t it!!)

H.papa: Makoto-kun can read the atmosphere and knows what Haruka wants Makoto-kun to do

H.papa: And because Haruka is a very quiet child

H.papa: The fact that there’s someone who can understand him exists is a very significant thing for Haruka, that’s what I think.

H.papa: And from now on, if there ever comes a time where Haruka hits a slump and can’t get out, I think Makoto-kun will be the one to realise it and extend a helping hand out. (although it’s mortifying [as a parent that I won’t be able to do that])

H.papa: That’s why…


<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3


That’s all I had time to do today, should have been working but got distracted trying to finish at least half of this dj lol >,<

{Part 2}

Here’s my translation {Master List} if you want to read other djs I’ve done so far :3

The devil he wore such a fine, fine shirt
And it stayed so clean while he dragged me through the dirt
- - [insp] ♥ ♥

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