this is your friendly neighborhood reminder that you can ship two characters in an exclusively romantic way!!! also high school sophomores dating high school seniors is not a strange concept!!! and not every country has the same dating/legal age standards as america!!! and guang hong and leo have a similar age gap!! so idk maybe chill tf out a little
“What kind of bitch comes to a private tuition with no panties on?! It’s one thing walking around displaying your tits, and letting your erect nipples stay visible to everyone, but no panties? Who are you planning to fuck, slut? I’ll bet you took them off just at my front door. Hoping I’d let you have some of my cock, huh?” He growled and threw her to his couch and slapped her ass so hard that it echoed through the room. “You better answer me, bitch!” Sensing her submissive nature, he responded for her with the strongest voice she’ve ever heard him use.“ So you’re a cock whore,” he stated so matter-of-factly. “From now and today, you’ll be MY cock whore, clear?” The Professor growled then he slapped her ass again and again until he’d reached ten. He stepped back and looked her over. He knew she could handle much more, enjoyed spanking very much. He ran a hand over the pink flesh, feeling the heat there. “I should tell your mom. After all, your mother pays alot for your tuition. In the truest sense of the word.” he chuckled darkly.
“1000 years later and you’re still boring as hell,” Guy says flatly, banging a wrench against the modified ‘motorbike’ once again. The engine he is working on is more demure than the past’s Harleys’ and the body has a high sheen more brilliant than the past’s most reflective Honda. A bike is still a bike.
orphaned at young, angela was a child who lost her family to sickness, it was a miracle upon PRAYERS that she had been spared of the illness. but once she was hiding away as THEY passed by, the royal family, she could never cross their paths for she was nothing but a homeless, dirty child of dead parents. but that didn’t happen, when the woman’s eyes came in contact with BRILLIANT blues. angela felt a sense of a warm being,( she seems kind…) the child thought to herself, that was until angela found herself being coaxed into coming out of hiding, the voices of a man yelled to the woman before her.
‘LEAVE the pathetic thing! she is of no USE to us!’ it stung, oh how she thought the woman was kind once she saw her PORCELAIN digits falter at the man’s words. ( i-i’m… pathetic—) angela repeated in her mind, this was what she was seen as. not a helpless thing, but a pathetic one at that, day to day it was hard for her to eat. to find the will to sleep, dirt was caked onto her face as dust seeped into her once beautiful dress.
You might not know, but I like you… I’m telling you in every way possible except through words. But… you’re absorbed in investigations. How would you notice that? Love at these times… could be a luxury. Still… love helps me get through these hard times. Only love…
[korra and asami at university, or: asami is a little bit of a lonely genius and korra is a bad ass soccer player, and sometimes bad things happen, but they’re really very in love with each other.
chapter 1, or: korra & asami meet, and they’re really already kind of gross. also, jinora is a brilliantly kind human being. /// ao3.]
tonight the city is glimmered (an august monsoon is heat & wet)
All you want to do right now is take a nap.
You’ve had 5:30 am practices for a week, and you’re exhausted—between those and how hard you’re having to work at Calc II, you don’t even want to bother walking back to your dorm when you can just nap in one of the big empty lecture halls they leave unlocked in the Bio building.
Despite the fact that you’re so tired, you really like it here: it’s way bigger than your old school, and your teammates are pretty cool; you’ve made some good friends in your Western Civ class already.
But you are tired, even if it’s a good place to be, and so you heft open the large door silently and almost just go straight to the back of the classroom, but then you’re caught off guard by the sound of someone writing on the blackboard, almost frantically.
If you could ask your dad to resurrect anyone, who would you pick and why? Would you chose someone different if you could only spend one day with them? //OOC: So why are the albums called Nico’s gap teeth?
I already have asked. Several times. He can’t bring back my mother or my sister, and keeps telling me that it’s not what they would want. Now that I’ve grown up a bit these past few months, I understand what he’s meant. I wouldn’t want to drag them back just because I was being selfish. And if it was just for a day? *scoff* I can do that any time I want.
//My flatmate/recording partner Kierstin noticed that I tend to whistle on my ’s’ sounds and puts quite a spike in the recording audio. She said, and I believe I am quoting, “Damn, Nico has a gap in his teeth.” Since this is the last of that Album, figured I should definitely answer!
“there was literally no reason for rin and haru to share a bed. it was a fanfiction trope. it was nothing but a shameless fanfiction trope.” - everyone who watched that episode probably
Rin wakes up, and the bed is too small.
He’s used to sleeping stretched out, letting his limbs splay out in every direction – he likes having his hands and feet dangling off the edges, likes how it feels almost as though he’s floating on a calm lake in the middle of summer. But now, the mattress is too hard, and the blankets are too tight, and there is something – there is a weight on his chest, pushing him down and smothering him.
Anonymous said: hi nico! how was your christmas and new years?
After being accosted by Hazel, Annabeth, and Frank? It was pretty good in the ‘I’m not leaving my room, I hate you all, go burn’ kind of way. They wanted me to go see some fireworks or something with them, but that involves me being…social, and leaving my room.
icauruslanding said: ICIV: Since you’re settled into Camp Half-blood now, what would you say your favorite activity is?
I’ve always enjoyed Capture the Flag. It’s so much more fun when you can summon wave after wave of skeletons to bum rush your opponents while you sit up on Zeus’ Fist and laugh at them. I remember once we had a scavenger hunt, but then some Hephaestus kid had to turn in a live grenade and ruin it for everyone else. The swimming competitions are always fun, too, when Percy isn’t competing. He sort of spoils the whole thing, you know?