we make this harder than it needs to be

Deep Ass Starters.
  • Sometimes it's hard to get in depth with your muse and their backstory, because you can't figure out how to bring those things up with others. Here are a couple of starters intended to make things a little more personal!
  • "What's holding you back?"
  • "I'm not comfortable with this conversation."
  • "Will you /ever/ be comfortable with this conversation?"
  • "Let me in sometime!"
  • "It's not that easy, you know."
  • "Help me understand."
  • "It's hard to connect with someone when all they do is push you away."
  • "Why are you always so cold?"
  • "Why are you always so happy?"
  • "Are you really happy now?"
  • "Who hurt you this badly to make you this way?!"
  • "What, did your ex mess you up that badly?!"
  • "Why do you keep fighting it any time you feel?"
  • "It's a problem, I get it."
  • "This is all kinds of messed up."
  • "That's not exactly a good coping method."
  • "So what happened, with your parents, really?"
  • "What was your childhood like?"
  • "Everyone has at lest a little bit of mommy/daddy issues. It's nothing to be ashamed of."
  • "My parents aren't exactly perfect models, either."
  • "You were bullied? What for?"
  • "Was it hard? Coming out, I mean."
  • "You can't just run away all the time."
  • "You can't just hide all the time."
  • "Are you still thinking about them?"
  • "I'm not the enemy here. But this makes me wonder who the real one is for you."
  • "Is the reason you're so cold and defensive because you feel threatened?"
  • "How long has it been since you last spoke to them?"
  • "You never talk about it, why?"
  • "How come you're so different around them?"
  • "It's like you don't have a care or worry in the world."
  • "You seem so perfect. I don't get it."
  • "What was your ex like?"
  • "I don't think I was ever good enough for them."
  • "Are you not comfortable being intimate?"
  • "Why don't you feel comfortable being intimate?"
  • "Letting someone see you that vulnerable, it's a scary thing."
  • "Are you scared of being hurt?"
  • "Have you ever been taken advantage of?"
  • "Why are you afraid of saying I love you?"
  • "I never understood how someone could say those words so easily."
  • "You're hurting others the way you've been hurt in the past, don't you think that's ironic?"
  • "You use people to make yourself feel better."
  • "I'm scared of being used again..."
  • "Losing someone isn't easy, but you're making it harder than it needs to be."
  • "How long has it been since you lost them?"
  • "You're too attached."
  • "I'm not attached, I'm just comfortable with what I'm familiar to."
  • "Maybe the real reason you're so controlling is because, deep down you'd rather have them in your grasp than lose them."
  • "Why did you ever break up?" / "Why did we ever break up?"

I really do believe that at least part of the problem of people distrusting science has to do with how we as scientists portray ourselves.

We have actively created a system where we derive authority from being seen as better/smarter/more competent than everyone else and then when people ask why they should trust us we respond with a very condescending version of ‘because SCIENCE IS FACT’ or something along those lines.

Like, consider how that would feel from the outside? Here are a small group of people who you have never met/interacted with who sequester themselves in impenetrable ~elite institutions that you can’t access and don’t feel party to who then tell you that what they say is fact because they’re smarter and better educated than you. And if you ever try to question them (no matter how reasonable your objections may be/seem to you) they condescendingly pat you on the head and say something like ‘don’t worry we know better. you can’t possibly understand what we do.’

Why the hell would you trust them? 

No one likes being told that they’re not smart enough to understand something, and no one likes feeling excluded from something they’ve essentially been asked to accept sight unseen. 

I don’t really have a solution to this, except some vague notion about working harder to portray scientists as people working a job, rather than geniuses who are above it all. 

And like trying harder to understand where people are coming from when they question science. And remembering that being better educated than most doesn’t make us smarter than most. It just makes us better trained in certain types of thinking.

I just think we need to keep in mind what we are asking of people. Which is to put a whole hell of a lot of faith in us.

◆ —— LILO & STITCH QUOTES STARTER PROMPTS.

  • ’ Why are you all wet? ‘ 
  • ’ Aloha! ’
  • ’ You’re vile. You’re foul. You’re flawed. ' 
  • ’ Ohana means family. Family means no one gets left behind or forgotten. ’
  • ’ If you want to leave, you can. I’ll remember you, though. ’
  • ’ I remember everyone that leaves. ’
  • ’ You! You’re the cause of all this. ’
  • ’ This is my family. I found it all on my own. Is little, and broken, but still good. Ya. Still good. ’
  • ’ Oh, good! My dog found the chainsaw. ’
  • ’ No more caffeine for you. ’
  • ’ Did you lose your job because of me? ' 
  • ’ The managers a vampire. He wanted me to join his legion of the undead. ’
  • ’ Trust me, this isn’t gonna end well. ’
  • ’ I’m sorry I bit you. And pulled your hair. And punched you in the face. ’
  • ’ GIve us a sign you understand any of this. ’
  • ’ Show us that there is something inside you that is good. ’
  • ’ I didn’t teach him that. ’
  • ’ Come on, what’s the big deal? ’
  • ’ Leave my mother out of this. ’
  • ’ You are such a pain. ’
  • ’ Then why don’t you sell me and buy me a rabbit instead? ’
  • ’ I hate it when you use Ohana against me. ’
  • ’ I’m lost. ’
  • ’ Don’t interact with her. ’
  • ’ Oh, we can’t do that. Uh-uh. That would be a misuse of resources. ’
  • ’ Why do you act so weird? ’
  • ’ You look familiar. ’
  • ’ We’re a broken family, aren’t we? ’
  • ’ I shouldn’t have yelled at you. ’
  • ’ You are built to destroy. You can never belong. ’
  • ’ We need something that can defend itself. Something that won’t die. ’
  • ’ I hear you cry at night. ’
  • ’ Do you dream about them? ’
  • ’ You came back. ’
  • ’ Nobody gets left behind. ’
  • ’ I need someone to be my friend. Someone who won’t run away. ' 
  • ’ His destructive programming is taking effect. ’
  • ’ Did you ever kill anyone? ’
  • ’ Are you.. happy? ’
  • ’ I am the one they call when things go wrong and things have, indeed, gone wrong. ’
  • ’ Our family’s little now, and we don’t have many toys. ’
  • ‘ If you want, you could be a part of our family. ’
  • ’ We’d raise you to be good. ’
  • ’ She likes your butt and fancy hair. ’
  • ’ I read her diary. ’
  • ’ Not guilty! My experiments are only theoretical, and completely within legal boundaries. ’
  • ’ He was designed to be a monster, but now he has nothing to destroy. ’
  • ’ I never gave him a greater purpose. ’
  • ’ What must it be like to have nothing, not even memories to look back on in the middle of the night? ’
  • ’ If you promise not to fight anymore, I promise not to yell at you, except on special occasions. ’
  • ’ Stupid head. ’
  • ’ Did you catch fire again? ’
  • ’ This is your badness level. It’s unusually high for someone your size. We have to fix that. ’
  • ’ Don’t leave me, okay? ’
  • ’ Do you want to be taken away? ’
  • ’ You’re just jealous 'cause I’m pretty! ’
  • ’ My friends need to be punished. ’
  • ’ Heard you lost your job. ’
  • ’ Thus far you have been adrift in the sheltered harbor of my patience. ' 
  • ‘ After all you’ve put me through, you expect me to help you just like that? ’
  • ’ He’s very persuasive. ' 
  • ’ I know you had something to do with this. ’
  • ’ Oh, good! I was hoping to add theft, endangerment and insanity to my list of things I did today. ’
  • ’ I prefer to be called evil genius. ’
  • ’ You smell like a lawn mower. ’
  • ’ I have just determined the situation to be far too hazardous! ’
  • ’ Don’t worry. I won’t hit her. ’
  • ’ This is low even for you! ’
  • ’ You are all mine. ’
  • ’ You know I have no choice. ’
  • ‘  Please don’t do this. ’
  • ’ You’re making this harder than it needs to be. ’
  • ’ She needs me. ’
  • ’ Leave me alone to die. ’
  • ’ What is that monstrosity? ’
  • ’ Does this look infected to you? ’
  • ’ You’d better not have rabies. ’
  • ’ Hiding behind your little friend won’t work anymore. ’
  • ’ Didn’t I tell you? We got fired this morning. ’
  • ’ That is the ugliest thing I have ever saw! ’
  • ’ It has no place among us. ’
Adored by Him

A/N: So this fic is inspired by the song “Adored by Him” by Dodie Clark. Yeah that’s really it… 

Warnings: Swearing but that’s normal.

Word Count: 2, 428

Your POV 

I honestly never expected any of this to happen. When I became friends with Dan, I did think he was handsome and funny. But I didn’t think I would fall for him as fast as I did. I always pushed away the feelings until they asked if I wanted to move in with them. Being around him 24/7 made it harder to conceal it so I just let it happen. No one knew about my feelings, except Phil, who figured out a year ago. I always expected the feelings to just go away but they didn’t.

But then she happened. Allison was Dan’s most recent girlfriend. They’ve been dating for many months now, and he was absolutely smitten (cheeky Dodie reference again) with her. He never spoke about how he felt about her, but I was able to tell. The way he looked at her with adoring eyes, and smile at the mere mention of her name. I don’t blame him though. She was beautiful, with her butterscotch hair and her smile that could shine brighter than the sun, I bet anybody would fall her easily. She was literally perfect, and I was just…well me. It was easy to figure out how she made Dan’s soul practically glow, and it hurt. A lot.  

I won’t hate you but oh it stings,

How does it feel to be adored by him? 

It was hard to hate Allison. She was super nice, and had the same sense of humor as Dan. Plus, she makes him happy. That’s what matters, right?


I was sitting on the couch, watching my favorite movie with Phil. It was raining outside so we decided to dedicate the day to watching a bunch of movies. Phil and I were cuddled up under a blanket, eating popcorn. It was relaxing to say the least. Dan was out at Allison’s house so, of course, Phil questioned me about my feelings.

“Are you ever going to tell him, Y/N?” Phil asked, nudging my arm with his elbow.

I pulled up the blanket to my chest, and sighed heavily. “Philly we’ve talked about this before. I’ll only ruin things so-" 

"You should tell him. It’s best to get it out there.” Phil gave me a sympathetic look. It’s like he knew Dan wouldn’t return the feelings but he didn’t want to keep any secrets. To be honest I’m surprised he didn’t tell Dan by now. 

“Phil, look-”

Phil and I jumped off the couch when we heard a loud bang, and stumbling coming from downstairs. We exchanged confused glances, and hurried to the front door to see Dan, stumbling around the entrance of our flat.

“Hi guys!” Dan said, his speech slurred.

“Dan what the hell happened!?” Phil questioned, running up to his best friend’s side and helping him take his shoes off. 

“Heh, Allison and I got in a fight. Stupid really-” He tripped over his shoes that he just took off and laughed. He looked up into my eyes and smiled. “Don’t worry I’m fine.” Dan pushed Phil’s hand off his shoulder, and walked up the stairs by himself.

“Y/N, do you want to make sure he’s okay?” Phil asked, walking up to my side as we slowly followed Dan up the stairs.

“Why?”

“Just talk to him." 

I let out another sigh, and took another glance at Dan, who stumbled into his bedroom. "Okay. I’m not telling drunk Dan anything though.” I pointed my finger at Phil, and let out a small laugh to lighten the mood. Phil shook his head, smacking my hand away and smiling.

“Just go.” He laughed. 

I walked to the kitchen, and poured a small glass of water for Dan. I ignored the aching pain in my chest, and the tears swelling up in my eyes. I put down the glass for a moment to take a deep breath, and recollect myself. After a few minutes, I made my way towards Dan’s room where I saw him softly crying. My heart broke at the sight. It pained me so much to see another girl make Dan hurt. I hated it. I walked towards Dan’s bed and gave him the glass of water. 

“Here you go, sweetie.” I sat at the end of his bed, waiting for his response. 

“Thank you.” Dan sniffed, taking a sip of the water. 

“You want to talk about what happened?” I moved closer to him. His legs were hanging over the edge of his bed and he was staring at the cup of water in his lap.

“She doesn’t trust me.”  

“What do you mean?” I was right by his side after I finished the question. I tried to make eye contact with him but he was so closed off, I decided to keep a little distance.

“She thinks that I’m cheating on her with you.” He lifted his head slowly and stared into my eyes. My face turned red and I stared at the ground. I felt the butterflies in my stomach go crazy, and I had to take a deep breath again to calm myself down. I looked back into his beautiful, chocolate eyes and stared in silence for a while.  

Pretty girl there’s no need to fret

Because it’s midnight, he’s drunk, and you’re the one in his head.

You don’t even have to try at all. 

“I can’t say I’m in love with her but I feel something…strong towards her you know? I’m not even sure if she feels the same. It’s just- It hurts a lot that she doesn’t even trust me. ” Dan’s eyes got glossy, and he stared down at his cup again. All I did was nod my head. I understood where he was coming from. Someone you may be in love with and they might not even return the feeling. How ironic. 

“I understand, Dan. But you should get some rest, then talk to her in the morning.” I flashed a fake smile at Dan and stood up from his bed. I stood in front of him, and he stared into my eyes like he was searching for something.

“Thank you, Y/N. You’re honestly the best.” Dan put his glass down on his bedside table and got up to give me hug. I accepted it, taking in his warmth for that short moment I had. I sighed when he pulled away and sat in his bed. “You want to…stay with me for a bit?” He asked, not making eye contact. I gave him a weak smile, and nodded, sitting next to him as he got comfortable underneath the blanket.

I lost track of time, waiting for Dan to fall asleep. I stared at his sleeping figure for god knows how long, I felt like a complete creep. He looked so peaceful with his head resting in my lap it was hard not to. I gently stroked his hair as he slowly fell asleep, his arms wrapped around my body as his head rested on my leg. I checked the time on his phone, 1:00 am. I noticed his lock screen, expecting it to be a picture of him and Allison. But instead it was a picture of him, me, and Phil at VidCon on our day off. I smiled at it, but quickly my smile faded when a text from Allison popped up. I decided to ignore it, and finally leave Dan’s side. 

I crept towards the kitchen, hoping not to wake Dan or Phil up. However, to my surprise Phil was standing in the kitchen, drinking some tea while leaning against the counter. 

“So, how did it go?” He asked, staring at me. 

“She doesn’t trust him apparently. Allison thinks he’s cheating on her with…me.” I sighed. All my emotions that I’ve been holding in all night were surfacing, and I wasn’t going to let it happen. “Um, he’s asleep now. He asked me to stay with him for a little while and I lost track of time because he was…uh-" 

"Cuddling with you?” Phil flashed me a smile, but it faded when he looked into my eyes and noticed the tears coming up. He gave me a sympathetic look and walked closer to me. “You should just tell him so he knows. So you don’t have to keep hurting. He will understand, Y/N." 

"I know Phil. It’s just- it hurts seeing them together so much. And of course I want him to be happy! But that selfish part of me wants him to be happy with me. God, it fucking hurts.” I felt a warm streak roll down my cheek, and I quickly wiped it away, looking away from Phil. 

“Y/N.” I knew he was trying to make me look at him, but I hated being this vulnerable. “Y/N.” I gave in and stared into Phil’s icy blue eyes. It was full of sympathy, and I couldn’t take it anymore. 

“Phil, don’t look at me like that please. It’s only making me feel worse.” I felt more tears surfacing and let out a heavy sigh. I heard Phil mumble a small apology and he embraced me in a warm, loving hug. At that point I finally broke. I started sobbing into his shirt, with every sob he would hold me tighter, and tell me everything was going to be okay. He gently ran his hands through my hair. I pulled away from Phil, and sniffed, gently rubbing my nose. 

“Y/N, I know it hurts but-” Phil paused in the middle of his sentence and stared behind me. I looked up to Phil, then turned around to see what he was looking at. There was Dan, his hair curly and disheveled, and his empty glass in his hands.

“What’s wrong?” Dan asked, noticing my red, puffy eyes and the tear stains on Phil’s shirt. He looked into my eyes and I could tell he was concerned.

“N-Nothing.” I lied.

“Obviously there’s something wrong, Y/N, tell me.” Dan walked over to the counter and placed his cup on the surface. I looked up to Phil, and nodded, signaling for him to give us some alone time. When Phil left the room, Dan pulled me into a tight hug, and for the second time that night I broke down. “Want to talk to me about what happened?”

I pulled away from Dan and stared at the floor. “It’s not really about w-what happened. It’s more…what’s happening.” I let out a fake chuckle. Dan shot me a confused look, and backed up to lean against the counter.

“Tell me what’s going on or so help me god Y/N I will-”

“Okay. Um. I guess.”

“Spit it out, please.” Dan tilted his head, giving me a worried look. God I can’t handle this anymore.

“Okay, you don’t even have to respond to this…but I really need it out in the open.” I could feel my heart beating out of my chest, and I took deep unsteady breath. “I just need you to know that…that” I stared into Dan’s eyes and I could feel my heart aching all over again. I felt tears pouring out of my eyes and saw Dan’s tall figure making his way over to comfort me again but I pulled away.

“Please don’t. You’re just going to make this harder.”
“Y/N tell me. Please, you’re making me worried.” I realized that Dan and I were standing really close, closer than we usually are. I looked into his beautiful eyes like it was the last time then stared at the floor.

“I think I’m in love with you.” I mumbled. 

“What? Speak up, love.” Dan said softly. 

“Fuck.” I ran my fingers through my hair and avoided eye contact at all costs. “I think I’m in love with you and it fucking stings so much to see you and Allison together. I mean I don’t blame you, or her. Allison is like the definition of perfect. I mean she makes me look blind with how adventurous she is and you look at her like the world is fucking perfect. It’s so stupid to think that I could compare to her. But god, do I wish it was me in your arms instead of her. Don’t even get me started about how I feel about you because there is too much history to even go over.” I shook my head, staring at the ground, watching my tears hit the white kitchen tiles.

“Y/N, can you look at me please?” Dan was still speaking softly. 

“Dan I told you, you don’t have to even say anything. You could just simply ignore it and leave, I’ll get the point." 

"Look at me, Y/N.” Dan said, more stern but still full of care. I rolled my eyes and stared into his eyes. Even though my vision was blurred I could still see the small glimmer in his eyes. “I’m sorry for-”

“Dan I told you, you don’t have to do this." 

"Y/N, we need to talk about this. We can’t just ignore it.”

“Well I’ve been ignoring it for 3 years now, so I think I’m good. I know the speech you’re about to give me and I just…” I let out a muffled sob into my hand, and looked back up to him. “Please I can’t take this right now." 

"Please let me just-" 

"Dan, I’m so sorry I shouldn’t have said anything. I really need fresh air…I’ll be back in a bit." 

Dan looked over to the clock on the oven, and slowly moved towards the door. "It’s 1:20, Y/N you can’t go outside alone." 

"Well I am, so please move.” Dan was blocking the doorway. I made eye contact with him and got lost in his eyes again. I felt like time slowed down when we stared into each other’s eyes, but I broke the contact because I felt more tears coming. Dan reluctantly walked up to me, opening his arms to give me a hug. But instead, I pulled away from him. 

“I’m so sorry.” I mumbled, and ran down the stairs to the front door, putting on my shoes and coat. 

“Y/N wait-”

I left before I could hear anymore. I let the cold London air enter my lungs, as I tried to relax from what happened, and trying to decide if I should go back and face Dan, or go to a friend’s house. I ultimately decided on staying outside for a while. Sitting on a park bench staring at the trees in the park as I replayed what happened through my head. 

What am I going to do?

A/N: Second part? Or leave it there? YOU DECIDE

shinee as starbucks baristas

onew:

  • his nametag says jim (who’s jim??? he doesn’t even know anyone named jim??)
  • taemin: pls stop spinning the mop you make cleanup so much harder than it needs to be and i am wet
  • writes the names wrong all the time, enjoy your latte, brick
  • lowkey (highkey) he looks like he hates his life when not smiling

jonghyun:

  • memorized the entire corporate-approved playlist, singing under his breath while making coffees in an angry mocking way bc they won’t let him change it
  • corporate trying to keep him down but he won’t be broken 
  • wears his visor backwards 
  • when not in work keeps smelling coffee, asks everyone to smell him to see if they smell it too (key: “jong we work at a coffee store ofc we smell like coffee” / jonghyun: “BUT I SHOWERED LIKE THREE TIMES”)

key:

  • arrives to work with starbucks from another location
  • HATES MAKING FRAPPES
  • but literally when his shift starts a group of people always come in and get frappes
  • he’s smiling but his smile is not really a smile you know???
  • had to fend for himself bc onew hid in the closet when he saw that group because he need to “look for coffee beans” so he locked him in for a bit and “forgot how to unlock it”
  • free cake pops tho

minho:

  • cute latte art!!!! it’s not required but he learned how to do it through youtube and sometimes minho-made coffee have cool designs on them
  • after closing time, has flipped a table (╯ㅍ□ㅍ)╯︵ ┻━┻) bc he always wanted to try that
  • it wasn’t as fun as he expected it to be and plus he had to pick it up after which defeated the purpose 
  • lifting competition with jong on who can squat the most bags of coffee beans (they’re both red and sweating and look dumb af)

taemin: 

  • puts too much whip on order, coffee pours out of the sides and he is panicking 
  • honestly he just struggles with that whip cream canister in general 
  • puts mobile order stickers over the starbucks logo 
  • taking shots of espresso on his breaks
  • employee of the month (???????????)
My Top 11 Poetry Tips

Before I start, I just want to make it clear that I am in no way an expert on this - but recently I’ve been doing poetry for a creative writing class at uni, and I’ve really enjoyed learning more and thought you all would too! So let’s get started:

1) Think about form, but don’t be afraid to switch it up - I used to be obsessed with archaic structure, but even if you don’t use iambic pentameter you can still have a good structure. Writing with traditional forms is great, but you’ve got to remember that with these forms come a lot of assumptions and you might be making your life harder than it needs to be. Without a traditional form/metre, you could use structure to exemplify meaning by establishing your own simple structure and then changing it at an important point in your poem. 

2) That being said, don’t be afraid to use rhyme or any sort of old form. It can be really fun and really test your vocabulary - at this stage in the poetry world, poetry takes a lot of forms, but that doesn’t mean we need to forget old forms. 

3) At the same time, never just rhyme something for the sake of it. Everyone knows if a word is just there for the sake of the rhyme - if it doesn’t work in the poem, find a rhyme that fits or drop it completely. 

4) Take out every word you can and have it still make sense. You’ll have heard this one before, but it’s still one of the most useful things I’ve ever heard for poetry. 

5) Think about how the poem sounds. If you’re writing about waves crashing on the seashore, it might be cool to use words that sound like that - lots of ‘s’ and ‘sh’ sounds might work for that. In the same way, if you’re talking about something falling, lots of quite blunt sounds like ‘b’s and ‘d’s would have a really cool effect for that. 

6) Make sure to read your poem out loud. Some things just don’t sound as right out loud as they seem on paper. That’s okay, but reading it out loud lets you identify and fix that. 

7) Sometimes it might not work as poetry. That’s okay! Sometimes a story is more suited to prose, and that doesn’t mean you’ve failed, it just means you need to adapt. 

8) Don’t be scared of concrete poetry. Concrete poetry is where your poem looks like what you’re talking about. This can look so cool, but again, don’t do it for the sake of doing it. Do it to give your poem more meaning!

9) Get rid of cliches. Phrases like ‘love’s embrace’ should be hacked out of your poem. Those are other peoples words, what do you have to say? 

10) Let other people read it. Not only is it great to show other people your work, letting other people read it means they might see things you’ve missed, and your poetry will be better because of it. 

11) And most of all experiment! You’re never going to write an amazing poem if you don’t try. Poetry can seem terrifying, but you don’t need to have a master in English Literature to write poetry - you just need words, some emotion and your own personal style. 

tvshows-addict  asked:

Hello my dearest firiend. I have a special request for you, and knowing you I think you're going to love it. How about Harry's album tracklist as Larry fics we should read? How fun. A.

Wow, it was really harder than what I though It would be !

- Meet Me In The Hallway :

Sun-kissed Hurricane, Perfect Storm:: Harry is the quiet kid in the back of his statistics class who writes a lot and dreams about Louis’ cheekbones . Louis needs a statistics tutor ASAP before he flunks and the quiet kid in the back of the class seems like a good choice. Harry wants to help Louis however he can and Louis wants to see how much he can make Harry blush. (7k)

- Sign Of The Times :

things have gotten closer to the sun : it’s strange, making the choice to face his past—it almost feels like he’s heading for the sun straight on, like he’s screaming come on and burn me, i deserve it.when a solar flare is announced to end the world in twelve days, harry reunites with the people that he used to know better than the back of his own hand. (49k, read the tags/notes before)

- Carolina :

The Sound of Your Voice From Far Away       It’d be perfect, he convinces himself. Things with Lou are – well. They’re the way they are, and there’s no point dwelling on why it’s got that way. But he thinks this would help – not fix them, because they’re not broken. They don’t need to be put back together, they’re just. Out of sync, maybe. It would help. He thinks it would, anyway, if they could just be the two of them again, to be alone together with no outside influences pressing claustrophobically in on them, just for a bit. And driving down an empty highway with nothing else but Louis beside him is the best way to do that that he can imagine.Or, after the U.S. leg of the Take Me Home tour, Harry and Louis drive from L.A. to NYC. They figure some things out, like how to deal with the distance that’s been growing between them. (39k)

-Two Ghosts :

Something Strange : (…) Or, Harry and Louis are ghosts who are intent on making Liam suffer. (7k)

- Sweet Creature :

Cosmic Love  : Or: Louis lives in a small, desert town in the middle of nowhere Texas, yet a strange visitor manages to find Louis among the stars. (27k)

- Only Angel :

Cupid’s Chokehold  :  Louis is a Cupid who tries to match up Niall and Harry. It doesn’t work out as planned.

- Kiwi : 

sans the surface   : harry likes beautiful things; louis is starshine. new zealand isn’t so bad. a fwb! and ski trip!au  "each trip harry goes on teaches him to behold beauty more carefully, and he thinks that’s why he’s struggling so much; his eyes can’t decide whether he wants to look at the town outside his window or the boy pressed too close to him in the tight seating of the car. he feels like this problem might become reoccurring, and he’s glad that along with beholding beauty he can also tell when he’s completely fucked. ” (31k)

- Ever Since New-York :

These Constant Stars  : Louis’ career has nowhere to go but up. He’s living at the height of New York City on the precipice of an epic promotion. Life is good and only getting better. And then one day, things turn disastrous.This is a story about life, death, and punk rockers turned guardian angels. (31k)

- Woman :

Always Expanding : Harry’s speechless. Apollo’s just revealed he has a thing for mortals, himself specifically, and it’s the most connected to his Greek mythology class that he’s ever felt. How does one react when gods reveal such a thing? Do they bow? Do they flirt back? Do they just drop to their knees in awe? He’s not sure, but he can only do his best with what he’s given, which is currently a wet, blushing, naked boy gripping his towel with all his might while poetically side-eyeing Harry’s next move. or (Gemma brings Louis home for Thanksgiving, and Hot Harry is the last thing he expected.) (38k)

- From The Dining Table :

all the lights are full of colour :  (…) Or, Harry and Louis are separated, but for the sake of their two sons, they choose to spend Christmas together. It may just lead to a Christmas miracle. (26k)

In 2017, women film directors are still an endangered species. “Men are the bankers, and they have the money to invest,” says Sofia’s mother, filmmaker Eleanor Coppola, 81, who spent six years trying to get financing for her first feature. “I don’t have any violence in my film. Nobody dies. There are no guns, car crashes, train wrecks, aliens, robots, special effects. A lot of women’s stories are different than men’s stories, and they are not being told.”

Dunst can attest to that. She’ll make her directorial debut with “The Bell Jar,” a big-screen version of Sylvia Plath’s novel starring Dakota Fanning. But there’s just one holdup. “We need our financing,” Dunst says. “I’m telling you, I have so many great actresses attached. People are afraid of the name Sylvia and that this is a depressing movie, which it’s not at all.” She hopes to shoot later this year. “It’s always harder for women,” she says. “Everyone has to work 10 times harder.”

Kirsten Dunst and Sofia Coppola on Hollywood Sexism, Their Feminist ‘Beguiled’ Remake

My Queen

Drabble Prompt: “I am no longer a princess. Now, I am a queen.“   

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Requested by: @shadowpriestess6


“Sammy…”

“Sammy!”

Dean swears under his breath, watching the scene before him. He keeps trying to get his brother’s attention but it’s obviously not working.

“I’ll text your stupid ass then.” Dean growls as he watches your drunk frame dance on top of the library table.

Library. NOW!

Dean doesn’t know how it happened but you’re ridiculously drunk. A lot more than usual. At first, seeing you prance around in a crop top and boy shorts was pretty hot.

It was funny seeing you dance to a shitty pop song you’ve been blaring throughout the bunker. But now it’s just getting on his damn nerves.

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I feel like no one talks about the positive aspects of living w bpd. Like how our emotional extremes makes it so when we love someone we love them harder and more intensely than most would. And how we’re some of the most empathetic people you will ever meet bc we have dealt w so many demons of our own that we know pain in more ways than you could imagine. How we are always so happy to make someone else happy, we would do anything to make people close to us feel loved and appreciated bc that’s all we want too.

For Me

Alternate End

Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst

Summary: You wanted to go on one final date before finally letting him go.

Word Count: 2926

Originally posted by nelliel66

He looked at you, looked at your radiance, looked at your beaming smile as he complimented your cooking. He looked at you with caring and loving eyes, just not the kind of love that you had thought. He didn’t know when he fell out of love for you, but looking at you now he felt guilty for keeping you at his side when you could be out there looking for someone who could truly love you. 

You looked at him, looked at his tired eyes, looked at his forced smile as he complimented your cooking. You looked at him with caring and loving eyes, the kind of love that you wanted him to have. You didn’t know when he fell out of love for you, but looking at him now you felt like you didn’t want to let him go even if he didn’t truly love you.

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137 Winter  Writing Prompts!

1. “Come out in the snow with me!”

2. “I can’t believe it’s already snowing,”

3. “Want some cocoa?”

4. “I’m baking!”

5. "I can’t feel my legs.”

6. “Don’t open those till later!”

7. “What’d you get me?”

8. “Thanks for the.. Uh.. Gift?”

9. “I have no clue what this is supposed to be.”

10. "I’d rather stay inside.”

11. “The house is so warm.”

12. “It’s warm inside.”

13. “There’s no way I’m going out in that weather!”

14. “Is this the first time you’ve seen snow?”

15. “Isn’t it beautiful?”

16. “Happy New Year’s Eve eve eve eve eve eve eve!”

17. “It’s New Years, aren’t you going to kiss me?”

18. “I wonder where that mistletoe came from.”

19. “Do we have to kiss at midnight?”

20. “Hug me so I can Get warm.”

21. “You’re like a heater!”

22. “Bah humbug.”

23. “You’re useless with wrapping presents!”

24. “Why did you get this for me?”

25. “Merry Christmas, you dork!”

26. “You can wait another 24 hours to open presents.”

27. “I hate waiting.”

28. “Let’s listen to Christmas albums and get drunk off of eggnog.”

29. “Eggnog sucks, fight me.”

30. “Eggnog rules, bite me.”

31. “You’re as red as Rudolph!”

32. “Christmas hats are the bomb, okay?”

33. “Let this be over now.”

34. “No, you can not start listening to Christmas albums before Halloween.” - “Well I disagree.”

35. “Halloween is better.”

36. “Let’s have Hallowmas!”

37. “Isn’t the snow just amazing?”

38. “No white Christmas this year…”

39. “Let’s see who can catch the most snowflakes with their tongue!”

40. “Snow angels!”

41. “Do you wanna Build a-” - “Absolutely not.”

42. “You look cute when you’re cold.”

43. “Let’s sit by the fire.”

44. “Up to roasting marshmallows?”

45. “Come on! Can I open just one?”

46. “You have flour on you face.”

47. “Who knew making cookies was this hard?”

48. “Easier said than done.”

49. “Let’s go get some pre made dough.”

50. “We burned it all…”

51. “Ginger bread people are very serious!”

52. “Cookie frosting contest!!!”

53. “I think I’ve has enough cookies for two years… Wait is that pie?”

54. “Let’s have an all pie Christmas!”

55. “What do you mean ‘too many cookies’?”

56. “Can you reach that spot on the tree?”

57. “We have to get that tree!”

58. “Did someone spike the eggnog?”

59. “Yes I have four trees. Don’t judge me.”

70. “Where’s the topper!”

71. “The tree looks… Nice…”

72. “Oh wow.”

73. “We must win the house lights contest!”

74. “I think we need glitter.”

75. “I made too much tea. Didn’t i?”

76. “Want some tea?”

77. “Did someone eat half of the cookies?!?”

78. “Just because it’s Christmas/New Years doesn’t mean I have to dress up.”

79. “It’s New Years/ Christmas! Of course I need to dress up!”

80. “What the hell do I get them?”

81. “That’s perfect for them!”

82. “Light the candle!”

83. “Why is it so damn cold?”

84. “Happy Hanukkah!”

85. “Let’s watch stupid Christmas movies and get wasted.”

86. "It’s too cold to do anything!”

87. “thanks for the gift… I guess.”

88. “Hey, at least you tried.”

89. “Snow ball fight!!!”

90. “Our ginger bread house is just… Sad.”

91. "My cookies are far better than yours.”

92. “Oh my GOD how did you make these!?!”

93. “This is the best cookie I’ve very eaten.”

94. “This is the worst cookie I’ve ever eaten.”

95. "How could someone make food this badly?”

96. “tea is so much better than cocoa!”

97. “Cocoa is superior to tea!”

98. “Why are we fighting over beverages!?!”

99. “Sit down and eat the damn food!”

100. “We need to make food for how many people?!?”

101. "You’re cute when you’re freezing.”

102. “All I want for Christmas is you!”

103. “No way you’re going out in the snow in that!”

104. “Did you actually get a Santa suit?”

105. “Catching snowflakes with your tongue is harder than it looks…”

106. “I may die if it gets any colder.”

107. “Finally! Snow!”

108. “Happy Festivus!”

109. “So you’re telling me that you got everyone dollar store makeup for their gifts?!?””

110. “It’s Christmas! You’d think at least someone would be selling trees!”

111. “Wake me up when it’s Christmas.”

112. “Wake me up when Winter’s over.”

113. “Winter is my favorite time of the year!”

114. “Who stole all the gifts!?!”

115. “There’s so much snow in my boots.”

116. “We’re snowed in!”

117. “Are you sure you want to get me a gift?”

118. “I don’t deserve you…”

119. “So… Looks like we’re the only ones without dates, huh.”

120. “Wanna kiss?”

121. “I’m alone on valentines day. What could get worse?”

122. “Looks like we’re stuck here until all the snow blows over..”

123. “Seriously!?! The powers out?”

124. “Who sent these chocolates and flowers?”

125. “I don’t deserve this gift, Y/n. You have to take it back.”

126. “I think eating Chocolate alone on a holiday is completely normal.”

127. “Did i actually sleep through Christmas/New years/ Hanukkah?”

128.1 ‘Did you actually dye your hair red and green?”

128.2 “Seriously did you dye your hair blue for winter?”

128.3 “How is it possible to dye your hair gold for new years.”

129. “We’re not going to spend the holidays alone and sad. i won’t allow that!”

130. “I’m bringing the holiday party to you!”

131. “Please come over. I don’t want to be alone on Christmas.”

132. “Yes i’m out clubbing on new years. Please just pick me up!”

134. “I think i love you. Wow that sounds so cliche.”

135.  “I know that people usually kiss under mistletoe but.. I had other things planned.”

136. “Seriously, staring at me won’t get me to be your new years date.”

137. “You know i could never leave you alone on your favorite holiday.”


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every person comes into our lives with a purpose, we foolishly expect them to stay longer than they need to, beg them to come closer.
let them go, they came, they made you crazy, they did what they were supposed to do.
but while they go, make sure you give them love, to make it harder for them to forget.
going is a part of life, the sooner the better, the less time together, the less pain in the chest.
you love them for them, they love you for you and making them stay is not what is supposed to be
who is meant to stay will stay
forever and promises never exist, only life does and with life are chances. who is to say what tomorrow brings, who is say who you smile with, life is to be happy right now, even if thinking about tomorrow kills you
nothing matters, not even time and space, souls are connected by threads, like yours and mine, her and his.
who stays the longest is yours, you may never have to put a name to it.
life is to float, never in a particular direction, just in the wave of love and rain
—  Bini //every time I listen to peace, my heart calls out for love
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How flat can a planet be?

“So how close could we actually get to a flat planet? One strategy would be to take a solid slab of material – stone, steel, or something even harder like diamond or graphene – and build the largest flat disk you could. If you used conventional materials like this, you could create a thin, flat disk many hundreds of kilometers in radius that was stable. In other words, you could make a flat world that was larger than any object in our asteroid belt, and possibly even nearly the size of our Moon.”

We have some pretty good definitions of what it takes to be a planet, and one part of that definition is that a world needs to be massive enough to pull itself into hydrostatic equilibrium. In the absence of external forces and rotation, that means it will be a perfect sphere. But what about if you allow the other forces to come into play? In addition to the many interesting features you’ll get, one of them is a flattening of your world. So that brings up the question of how flat a planet could possibly be? This isn’t just theory; our own Solar System has a great example that you’ll want to see for yourself!

The world may be very close to a perfect sphere, but not all worlds are. Come find out the science of why!

Don’t You Know How To Knock? Pt. 3

Originally posted by namjoonsgurl

Part 3 of Don’t You Know How To Knock?

Part 1  Part 2


You stretched your arms out as you yawned, forgetting for a moment where you fell asleep. His gentle breathing against your skin made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up and his arm draped across you caused a smile to form.

Wait. Shit. Last night was real, you were in Namjoon’s bed… naked. He was naked too. You guys… fucked. SHIT. Your mind raced and the doubt you had before you fell asleep came rushing back to you all at once. You had to get out of the apartment before he woke up.

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Originally posted by hamiltonsource

“Hey, thought i’d stop by on my break. How’s the day going?” You let yourself into your fellow teachers classroom. You had both been quite close since he started working at the collage. Meeting each other whenever you could and sometimes going out for the lunch break together. Though strictly as  work friends, of course.

“Just the usual.” Laurens said, giving you a warm but tired smile. Which suited him more than you’d like to admit.

“What’s that?” You tilted your head to try and read what was on the large chalk board. Some sort of heart and name, but you didn’t really know of what. 

“It seems to be our ‘ship name’.” He chuckled, blushing very slightly. “They seem to think we’re together. But i’m sure they really know we’re not.”

“Oh, really?” You bit your lip, trying to suppress the smirk that was beginning to be harder and harder to hide. You hated to admit it, but you liked the thought of you two being a thing. More than just flirty co-workers. “i don’t think we would need a ship name to make a cute couple.”

“Couldn’t agree more.” He cheekily winked. Making you have the chills. Why was he so charming? 

“Well, i best be off. But… If you want to go out for dinner, i’m always open.” You decided to just go before doing anything stupid. Waving a goodbye at him before closing the door. You let out a deep sigh as soon as you were in the hall. Wow.

for like ONE SECOND can we commend the achievements of trans women without trying to find out a way to make them look evil like are we not already vilified in the eyes of the public, as a people… to be taken seriously by cis society in a capitalist state we need to outperform and out-achieve cis society, we need to show them what the fuck we’re capable of. And that’s what we’re doing. Most trans women work harder than anyone they know just to stay alive and are continually brought down by all the opposing forces surrounding them. Somehow though, whenever a beam of light finally manages to shine through the bullshit and a trans woman actually surpasses the majority of cis men in societal stature and financial success through her efforts, why not like, i dunno, take that as a sign of positive change? a step in the right direction? something to give us hope for the future? Until you’ve successfully dismantled all extant capitalist systems, WHO BENEFITS FROM THE OPPOSITION OF TRANS ACHIEVEMENT? CIS MEN.

I’m just gonna freak out about having FCs in the Sonic Fandom at the moment!

So I’m sure everyone’s seen the trailer about customizing the third character to be whatever you want in Sonic Forces. Some people called that right from the beginning, good for you guys!

You know what the best part about this is, though?

This means Sonic Team knows this is how some fans engage in their work.

“Why is that so important?” you may ask. It shows that they are paying attention to portions of the fandom previously either overlooked or completely disregarded.

It’s a lot easier now to make character customization in a game, but for Sonic characters I imagine it’s much harder than your average RPG. It’s not just redoing the hair or clothes, you need entirely separate models for each species available.

And they actually put in the time and effort to do that.

There are tons and tons and TONS of WONDERFUL FCs in our community. Just take a look at our Fan Character Fridays tag, or @sonicfancharactersandredesigns​! People pour their heart and soul into designing characters, writing their backstories and personalities, creating something new! And now we can watch our characters come to life on screen!

And honestly? People will refrain from making characters for fear they’ll be “Mary Sues” or other somesuch nonsense. But the term has been thrown around so much and at basically every FC or OC ever made that it literally means nothing anymore. Basically what it means at this point is “You made an OC and I don’t like it.”

People may argue that what makes a “bad character” is it using tropes, but this argument serves me better than it does OC-naysayers. There’s not a character or work in the WORLD that doesn’t rely on tropes to tell you something about itself. A tropeless story would be a blank page.

So use the customizable character in Sonic Forces to make your long-standing FC, or a totally new one! Give them a backstory, or like Sonic, leave it blank. Do whatever makes you happy when playing the game.

And, if I may raise a challenge to the community; use the game to destigmatize OCs.

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They​ ​had​ ​been​ ​out​ ​in​ ​space​ ​for​ ​months​ ​and​ ​it​ ​was​ ​only​ ​the​ ​beginning​ ​when​ ​Allura​ ​would​ ​raise​ ​the​ ​alarm​ ​testing​ ​their​ ​speed.​ ​An alarm​ ​out​ ​of​ ​the​ ​blue​ ​wasn't​ ​unusual​ ​but​ ​it​ ​was​ ​still​ ​a​ ​shock.​ ​Which​ ​was​ ​why​ ​the​ ​Paladins​ ​were​ ​now​ ​in​ ​the​ ​control​ ​room​ ​in​ ​their​ ​pajamas​ ​all except​ ​for​ ​Lance​ ​who​ ​compared​ ​to​ ​the​ ​first​ ​run​ ​was​ ​in​ ​full​ ​Armor​ ​ready​ ​to​ ​go.​ ​“Allura​ ​what’s​ ​going​ ​on?”​ ​she​ ​raises​ ​an​ ​eyebrow​ ​at​ ​Shiro​ ​“​ ​I should​ ​be​ ​asking​ ​you​ ​that.​ ​What​ ​happened​ ​yesterday​ ​was​ ​unacceptable​ ​after​ ​forming​ ​Voltron​ ​for​ ​so​ ​long​ ​why​ ​couldn’t​ ​you​ ​now?”​ ​None​ ​of​ ​them answered​ ​surreptitiously​ ​glancing​ ​at​ ​Lance​ ​who​ ​was​ ​standing​ ​tense.​ ​

Allura​ ​notices,​ ​she​ ​always​ ​does,​ ​“Lance​ ​what​ ​did​ ​you​ ​do”​ ​He​ ​looked​ ​up​ ​at her​ ​shocked​ ​“Me?”​ ​​ ​“I​ ​mean​ ​it’s​ ​obvious​ ​everyone’s​ ​looking​ ​at​ ​you​ ​what​ ​did​ ​you​ ​do?’​ ​His​ ​heart​ ​sunk​ ​he​ ​was​ ​trying​ ​so​ ​hard​ ​to​ ​be​ ​good​ ​“I​ ​didn’t do​ ​anything​ ​I’ve​ ​been​ ​good…”​ ​His​ ​voice​ ​breaks​ ​and​ ​he​ ​quickly​ ​glances​ ​at​ ​the​ ​Alphas​ ​neither​ ​of​ ​them​ ​give​ ​him​ ​any​ ​confirmation​ ​that​ ​he​ ​has been.​ ​Pidge​ ​and​ ​Hunk​ ​fidget​ ​“He​ ​didn’t​ ​do​ ​anything​ ​Princess,​ ​he’s​ ​been​ ​good​ ​ol’​ ​Lance.​ ​If​ ​anything​ ​it's​ ​Shiro​ ​and​ ​Keith.”​ ​Keith​ ​gives​ ​the Yellow​ ​Paladin​ ​a​ ​sharp​ ​look​ ​“Me?​ ​I’ve​ ​done​ ​nothing”​ ​

Pidge​ ​rounds​ ​on​ ​him all her pent up frustration​ finally exploding​“Thats’​ ​exactly​ ​it​ ​you’ve​ ​both​ ​done,​ ​nothing.​ ​And​ ​as​ ​much​ ​as​ ​you​ ​want to​ ​deny​ ​it​ ​Keith​ ​we’re​ ​a​ ​pack​ ​and​ ​what​ ​you​ ​did​ ​what​ ​you​ ​both​ ​did​ ​was​ ​super​ ​fucked.”​ ​Lance​ ​looks​ ​panicked​ ​“Don’t​ ​fight”​ ​Hes​ ​not​ ​heard​ ​the argument​ ​already​ ​escalating​ ​​ ​“As​ ​if​ ​you​ ​two​ are​ ​any​ ​better​ ​you​ ​took​ ​apart​ his ​burrow.”​ ​​ ​This​ ​is​ ​news​ ​to​ ​Lance​ ​and​ ​he​ ​jerks​ ​looking​ ​at​ ​them.​​ ​They​ ​really​ ​didn’t​ ​want​ ​him​ ​here​ ​did​ ​they?​ ​All​ ​this​ ​time​ ​hes​ ​been​ ​trying​ ​to​ ​help​ ​trying​ ​to​ ​get​ ​things​ ​back​ ​to the​ ​way​ ​it​ ​was,​ ​was​ ​useless.​ ​He​ ​could​ ​laugh​ ​but​ ​that​ ​would​ ​just​ ​make​ ​him​ ​cry.​ ​He​ ​settles​ ​for​ ​an​ ​uneasy​ ​chuckle​ ​which​ ​is​ ​much​ ​more​ ​jarring than​ ​anything​ ​he​ ​could​ ​have​ ​done.​ ​“We​ ​need​ ​our​ ​blankets​ ​back​ ​Lance​ ​sorry​ ​we​ ​didn’t​ ​tell​ ​you.”​ ​​ ​He​ ​shakes​ ​his​ ​head​ ​and​ ​grins​ ​the​ ​fakest​ ​grin​ ​you could​ ​imagine​ ​even​ ​a​ ​baby​ ​could​ ​see​ ​that.​ ​“No​ ​sweat​ ​guys​ ​I​ ​shouldn’t​ ​have​ ​taken​ ​them​ ​in​ ​the​ ​first​ ​place.”​ ​He​ ​looks​ ​at​ ​the​ ​Princess​ ​an​ ​odd​ ​glint in​ ​his​ ​eye.​ ​“I’m​ ​sorry​ ​It​ ​is​ ​my​ ​fault,​ ​I’ll​ ​work​ ​harder​ ​I​ ​promise​ ​next​ ​fight​ ​we’ll​ ​form​ ​Voltron.”​ ​​ ​She​ ​doesn’t​ ​look​ ​convinced​ ​maybe​ ​even​ ​more confused​ ​than​ ​she​ ​was​ ​when than before​ ​the​ ​fight​ ​started.​ ​“Now​ ​if​ ​you​ ​don’t​ ​mind,​ ​I’m​ ​going​ ​to​ ​catch​ ​up​ ​on​ ​my​ ​beauty​ ​sleep.​ ​You​ ​don’t​ ​get​ ​sexiest​ ​man​ ​of the​ ​year​ staying awake all the time.​ ​​ ​And​ ​hes​ ​walking​ ​out​ ​as​ ​cocky​ ​as​ ​only​ ​Lance​ ​could​ ​pull​ ​off. 

You’re a Child || Jack

Jack masterpost found here

Word count - 1,450

Summary - The one where you’re still in school.

SMUT WARNING

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It was the end of your day at school and you were waiting out front with your friend Michael. You were nearing the end of sixth form and were just counting down the days until you were done. So was your boyfriend, Jack.

Jack was 22, long out of school and with his very successful YouTube career. He was constantly ridiculed for going out with you and you were always being told that dating an older man would only bring trouble. The thing was, none of those people knew Jack. Sure, Jack might’ve had a bad, player reputation online, but that’s not who he was at all. Jack treated you well and loved you deeply. You weren’t just a fuck and chuck. You were his girl.

You still didn’t understand how he fell for you. One minute he accompanied Conor when he had a show at your school, the next he had you pressed up against the wall of a janitor’s closet. The memory still made you blush.

You were chatting with Michael as you waited for Jack to pick you up. It wasn’t everyday that Jack picked you up from school, but it was Friday and you were set to spend the weekend at his house. You knew your parents wouldn’t be too keen on the idea, so you just told them that you were going to Brighton to visit his whole family. They were fine as long as parents were involved. What they didn’t know was that the weekend was just going to include you and Jack having as much alone time as possible.

Mid-conversation with Michael, a pair of arms wrapped around you and pulled you off the ground. You shrieked and gripped onto Jack’s arms so you wouldn’t fall. Once he put you on the ground, he pulled you into him and placed a long kiss to your lips. You cut it off though, pushing him away lightly due to the presence of your friend right beside you. “Jack, this is Michael,” you said, waving your arm at your friend. “Michael, this is my boyfriend Jack.”

“Nice to meet you,” Michael said, sticking out his hand for Jack to shake. Jack did so, shaking it firmly and muttering something about how it was nice to meet him too.

“Alright,” you smiled, taking hold of Jack’s hand. “I’ll see you Monday, Michael!”

“See ya,” he said. He seemed a little uncomfortable but you brushed it off, sent him a wave, and headed to the car with Jack. Jack was being abnormally quiet. He’d almost always ask you about your day.

“What’s going on?” you asked, placing your hand on top of his that was resting on his lap.

“I don’t like Michael,” he muttered, pulling his hand away from yours and placing it on the steering wheel. He was gripping it so tightly his knuckles were turning white.

“What do you mean?” you almost laughed. “What’s wrong with him?”

“I just don’t like him,” he repeated. “I don’t like how he looks at you.”

“How does he look at me?” you asked patronizingly.

“You know how he looks at you,” Jack muttered.

“Please, enlighten me,” you said, folding your arms across your chest with a smirk on your face.

“He looks at you like he wants to fuck you,” Jack said through gritted teeth. “I don’t like that. That’s my job.”

“What, looking at me or fucking me?” you teased.

“Both,” he said sternly. “Don’t get smart with me.”

You huffed, sitting back in your seat and glaring at the road in front of you. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at him, knowing it would only tick him off further. “You’re treating me like a child,” you said. “I hate when you treat me like a child.”

“You are a child,” Jack said.

“I’m 17.”

“And I’m 22!” he retaliated. “I know boys and I know how they think and I know what he’s thinking when he looks at you and I don’t like it.”

“Just because you have sex on the brain 24/7 doesn’t mean every boy does!”

“I don’t have sex on my mind 24/7.”

“Oh really?” you said with a roll of your eyes. “Like you’re not picturing taking me in the back seat of this car right now and punishing me,” (you put air quotes around this bit), “for giving you attitude.” Jack didn’t say anything which just caused you to let out a breath of annoyance. “Exactly,” you muttered.

The drive continued in silence until Jack turned off an unfamiliar road. “Where are we going?” you asked, finally bringing your eyes in his direction again. He said nothing. “Great, silent treatment,’” you said under your breath. “And you say I’m the child.” After a bit of driving still, less and less houses started appearing on the road. Eventually, you pulled up to a park that was so off the beaten trail that it looked like no one had been there in years. This was where Jack stopped the car. “What, are you going to murder me now?” you sassed.

Instead of answering you, Jack got out of the car and stormed around to your door, ripping it open and pulling you out of the car. He then opened the back door and pushed you onto the backseat, slamming the door behind both of you. “What are you doing?” you asked, slightly frustrated still.

“You’ve been acting like a brat ever since I picked you up,” Jack said, pushing you so your back was against the door. “You’re right, I need to punish you.”

Before you could say anything back, Jack pulled you forward so that you were laying on your stomach across his lap. He hiked your skirt up and pulled your panties down your legs. You felt his hand rub your bum for a moment before he placed a harsh slap to it. You bit your lip and closed your eyes. “Four more,” he said, rubbing your ass again. “You make a noise, we add another.” You only nodded. Each smack was slightly harder than the last and you were biting your lip so hard that you could feel a bit of blood. But, with the friction of your clit against Jack’s jeans, you were so turned on.

Once Jack was satisfied, he turned you around so that you were laying on your back looking up at him. He was unbuckling his trousers quickly and you instinctively pressed your thighs together to give yourself some sort of friction. He pulled his jeans and boxers down just enough where his dick was exposed to you. He reached down and shoved his fingers in your pussy, catching you completely off guard. Your back arched immediately and you were desperately moving your hands to find something to grip onto. “You’re already so wet,” Jack said, pulling his fingers out and sucking them. “It almost looks like you like your punishment.”

Instead of giving you time to answer, Jack thrust into you. You let out a cry and gripped onto whatever you could get your hands on- Jack’s hair. “You’re, mine,” Jack said sternly in between thrusts. “You understand? You’re mine.”

“Yours,” you repeated. “Fuck I’m all yours, Jack.” Jack’s thrusts were rough and he was gripping your hips so tightly you were almost certain he was leaving bruises. “Jack,” you said, your voice coming out as a whimper. “I’m close.”

“Not yet,” he said. “Don’t come until I tell you.”

“Please,” you begged now, your fingers tugging roughly at his hair.

“Not, yet,” he repeated, thrusting even harder into you. You did your best to hold it off, wanting more than anything to reach your high. After what felt like far too long, Jack finally muttered, “Now, baby girl. Let go.”

You reached your high, calling out Jack’s name loudly and pulling your fingers through his hair again. You felt him release as well, his thrusts slowing until he wasn’t moving at all. Once he caught his breath, he pulled out of you and pulled up his boxers and buckled his jeans. You blushed as he handed you your underwear and placed a kiss to your lips. “You’re my girl,” he said again, pushing your now messy hair away from your face.

“Always,” you said quietly, giving him a tired smile.

Jack grinned and placed a kiss to your lips before stepping out of the car. He ran around and opened your door again as you got back into the passenger seat. Before he closed the door, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled his lips against yours. “Don’t forget,” you said when you pulled away, “You’re mine too.”