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Vacation, part 2

I know you guys have been waiting to hear what else happened on vacation, and I want you to know that I rushed through all my chores and errands this morning so I could get on here and share with you.  A girl has to keep her priorities straight, but that doesn’t mean it’s easy!

So, not much happened in the days after the drunken elevator ride, as there really wasn’t any time with my son that didn’t also involve my husband.

On Friday night, though, my husband and I got dressed after dinner and went out to one of the nighttime hot spots in town.  Not much to tell about it, but my husband got me drink after drink, knowing well that drunk = horny for me.  Not that he needs alcohol for me to have sex with him; I think he just likes that I get a little wilder about it.

It was pretty late when we returned to the room, and I was plenty drunk.  And the way my husband was feeling me up in the elevator and hallway made it clear that we were definitely going to fuck.  He said it was too bad our son was there, or he’d fuck me out on the balcony.  I pointed out how late it was, and said that if he was sleeping already, we could probably still get away with it.

The lights were off when we opened the door, but there was enough light coming in from the windows to see our way around.  I went over to the sofa bed our son was sleeping on for the week.  I leaned over him, and while he stared right into my eyes, I loudly whispered to my husband that he was definitely asleep, and we should be fine out on the balcony.  My son looked very confused, but took the hint and closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep as my husband tried to sneak by and quietly open the sliding door to the balcony.  I followed him out and closed the door behind us.  As I suspected, the lighting outside made it impossible to see back into the room, unless you did that thing where you cup your hands around your eyes.  Anyway, the point is that from the balcony, we couldn’t see our son, but I was sure he could see us.

We started kissing by the railing, but almost immediately I dropped to my knees and pulled my husband’s cock out of his pants and started sucking it eagerly.  That didn’t last very long until he stood me up and bent me over the railing, lifting my dress and pulling my panties down my legs.  I was dripping wet, so he easily slid into me as he stepped up behind me.  While he fucked me, he unzipped my dress and pulled it down, then took off my bra so that my tits were hanging out over the railing.  After a couple minutes, he let me stand up and shimmy out of my dress and step out of my panties.  I had already cum twice thinking about my son watching me getting fucked, but when my husband pushed me against the living room window, it seemed like I couldn’t stop cumming over and over imagining my son jerking off to the sight of his mother’s tits smashed on the glass while getting fucked fast and hard.  I finally had to beg my husband to stop because my legs were shaking and I thought they were going to collapse.  He pulled out of me, and told me to grab my clothes and meet him in the bedroom.  After I closed the sliding door behind me, I stopped for a moment at my son’s bed; I bent down and kissed him briefly, but deeply.  I was tempted to find and grab his cock, but my husband was telling me to hurry up.  I told him he couldn’t make my legs all wobbly and then expect me to move fast in stripper heels.  Then I gave my son another quick kiss before stumbling into the bedroom.  My husband shut the door before he tossed me onto the bed and made me yelp and moan my way through three more orgasms before he finished inside me.

I don’t know if it was real or my imagination, but I definitely felt like my son was looking at me very differently the next day.  Nothing happened on Saturday, but yesterday (Sunday) I had my seat reclined in the car when we stopped for gas.  After my husband had filled the tank, he went in to use the restroom and pick us up some snacks and drinks.  As he was walking away from the car, my son (who was sitting behind me) started rubbing my shoulders.  I sighed a little and told him how good that felt. He asked if I was sure I didn’t mind his hands on me, and I told him I didn’t mind at all, and that I would love to feel his hands on me anytime he wanted.  I was well aware of the unspoken subtext of the brief exchange, and even knew what the conversation was leading to, but I was far less prepared than I thought when during a similar stop that afternoon I felt his hands slip under the straps of my sundress and then down into the dress itself to cup my breasts.  My nipples instantly hardened, and his fingers easily found them and started playing with them.  Any resistance I had was gone in a moment, and I pulled up the hem of my dress and started rubbing my clit while I gave my son instructions on how to better tease and pleasure my nipples.  I was really deep into it when my son said my husband was coming.  I opened my eyes and could see him through the window at the checkout counter.  As my son started to pull his hands back, I grabbed one of them with my free hand and begged him not to stop yet because I was so close.   I could tell he was nervous, but he grabbed my nipples again and started squeezing them and rolling them between his fingers.  “Harder,” I gasped right on the edge, and as I watched my husband start walking toward the door, my fingers on my clit and my son’s fingers on my nipples pushed me over that edge, and I moaned and shook my way through a surprisingly powerful orgasm.  My son pulled his hands out of my dress as the gas station door opened, and I pulled my dress back down over my legs, set my seat upright, and tried to settle myself as my husband walked back to the car.

A little ways down the road, I sent my son a text that said, “Thank you! That was… intense! Felt wonderful! I love you!“  And while I berating myself for being a silly little schoolgirl for sending a text like that, I got back a text that said, “Luv u 2″ which turned me into a huge pile of mush for the next 50 miles or so.

So now I’m really nervous and flustered to think about what might happen this afternoon when he gets home from school.  Speaking of which, is going to be pretty soon.  Guess this took longer to write out than I thought it would!  Maybe if I was typing with two hands more often than with one hand. Hee hee!  OK, time to change into my exercise outfit!  I’ll try to get some asks answered and respond to some messages while I do it.

I brought back torrance (left) and momo (right), my elvish variety of seelies (benevolent faeries of irish and scottish lore). Momo used to be my old witchsona but I decided to make her a separate character and a female. Being a seelie, momo is very bright and free spirited and radiates good natured childlike energy and curiosity at all times. Torrance is a bit of a black sheep since he lacks a good natured attitude and is easily irritated, especially when it comes to momo. He’s a bit of a tyrannical older brother figure to her and they bicker often but he means well. He just isn’t as in tune with his empathy and sympathy as her.

My variant of seelies also grow assorted mushrooms and other fungi on their hands, arms, and shoulders, all of which bring the eater a different temporary state when consumed depending on the elf that grew it. Momo’s would give the consumer a mild sense of euphoria and taste sweet like grass while torrance’s are more bitter and make you sleepy. Picking and growing the mushrooms cause no pain to the seelies, it’s as natural as growing arm hair to them.

Harry’s new tattoos - an R and a Scorpion?

You can see Harry has new tattoos just under the Mermaid’s arm. There are clearly 2 new tattoos. The R is distinctive. The other is not as obvious. 

Close up with a lot of zooming - it looks like an insect with the R.

And what doe sthe R mean?

Well, thanks to Louis, the ever supportive boyfriend who likes to let us know when Harry has a new tattoo (Anchor tshirt) and he knows info on Harry before anyone else - the day after Harry’s ad, Louis wears a cap and trainers to let us know.

So, we know “You can tell a man by his ankles” or shoes. A triangle and the L for Left and R for Right. And Harry has a new R tattoo. Subtle, Louis. I’m guessing Louis has L and Harry has R .And we know the triangle is a gay symbol.

So the Scorpion?

What does a Scorpion tattoo mean? (This is where it ALL makes sense!)

Well well well. 

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#KingJacksonDay 

Happy birthday to the funniest, liveliest and sweetest member of GOT7. I’m so happy he’s well again and that before his birthday. I never realized how much I missed him over the past few days without him. I can truly understand the meaning or ‘’7 or never’’. I love this human being with all my heart. Happy birthday Jackson ♡ ♡ ♡

anonymous asked:

Okay, so you've said before you've done a fair amount of research on the russian bratva, and I'm dying to know more about Otabek's tattoos in the mafia au. Like, where/when did he get them? Not in prison, surely? What are their significance? I know the stars on the shoulders mean something along the lines of "bow to no one", and knuckle tattoos are symbolic in their own way... But yeah. I am thirsty - scratch that - I am dehydrated for these details

WELL all my research is years, years old and I haven’t truthfully brushed up much besides dusting off my tattoo encyclopedia and finding a folder of scanned research from my college days (lol what was college Kait up to i’ll let you think about, but I did take two semester of Russian history. Do I remember much besides my professor talking about traversing a mountain with his mother as a child to get to safety? not really). Anyway, thats all a disclaimer to say that if I’m wrong about anything I’m more than willing to be corrected~

In the AU, several of Beka’s tattoos he DID get in prison. With shitty prison tattoo techniques. It’s not glamorous or fun and definitely wasn’t safe. But, its just something that happens. Some of them, he got outside of prison with actual proper tattoo guns either as markers of status or loyalty etc.

But, since I’m way too busy to properly make a tattoo guide for Otabek’s tattoos now like promised, I’ll break them down here:

- Stars on the shoulders mean that he’s a respected thief/criminal

- Rose in a hand on his left arm means he turned 18 while in prison

- Sunrise over water is about a longing for freedom (he did this one while in prison)

- On inside of his right arm he has that feather with text that says “I was born into torment, I don’t need happiness” (yikes Beka tone it down, I know you had a hard life but)

- Crosses on his knuckles are the amount of times he’s been to prison (he has two, fyi)

- He has ring tattoos that are basically just a thieves cross, one that means he is hostile to authorities/police, one that means he was sentenced as a minor, one that means he served his sentence in full

- I keep wavering on the text on his lower knuckles, so I’ll let you know if I keep it lol

I think thats all of them? I may have forgotten some (again, why I SHOULD have made a guide but other things take priority D: )

LOOK AT HIM!!!! BRAGGNG ABOUT MOB!!!!!!! UNDERRATED SCREENSHOT HE WAS SO EXCITED TO REPEAT WHAT HE’S LEARNED FROM MOB AND IMPRESS THE FUCK OUT OF TAKEUCHI HERE HE WAS ABSOLUTELY GIDDY TO SAY THIS 

he probably also thought it sounded humble but teru, no, sweetie, kdslfdk he means well tho hes TRYING hes just an ass also i love him so much

anonymous asked:

So I just finished reading Ron Chernow's Alexander Hamilton biography (the book the musical is based on) and uh, Tjeffs wasn't really Hamilton's biggest rival, neither was Burr up until the end, and Burr had ZERO regrets over killing Hamilton. He legit joked about it like "something something... my dear friend Alexander Hamilton, whom I shot." LIKE WTF. Idk I just thought you might appreciate this.

well of course? i mean back then u don’t have rivals, more like u hate that person and the other person is like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ idk why but okay

i mean rivalry was common don’t get me wrong and tjeff and aham weren’t actively trying to kill each other,,, it’s just that its funny to see fuckboys fight each other hence lin’s pov of american history

romaniangirltfm  asked:

Person A kidnaps Person B since he was in his way.( by that I mean that he killed somebody and Person B found the body) Thank you very much!!!

1. “What do you want with me?”

“Absolutely nothing. I’m just not a fan of witnesses.”

2. “It wasn’t my fault, you know. I never asked to be like this.”

“If you’re asking your HOSTAGE for pity, you should probably rethink your life choices.”

3. “Why? Why on earth would you kill them?”

“You couldn’t possibly understand.”

4. “Is there any chance of me getting out of here alive?”

“Well, what do you think?”

“That’s what I was afraid of.”

5. “You just STABBED someone.”

“You’re lucky it wasn’t you.”

I hope these help!!

Just putting together some of my very excited and also incoherent thoughts abt harvey’s solo music so here goes: I hope there’s LAYERS, like lots of beautiful layers of sound, soaring instrumentals, as many trumpets as he daMN well wants!! i would v much love if there was a sax solo at some point, like that’s not a requirement obvi but i would just diE and i mean that in the BEST way. If he sings about love in any way shape or form u can expect me to cry an ocean of my own tears and then drowN in them. lbr i’m gonna do that regardless of what he’s singing about soooOOOOOooo, ANYWAY. if henri decides that he’s gonna break my damn heart again w some painful as hell music that’s fine because GUESS WHAT??? I LOVE THE PAIN!!!!! AND If he plays any instruments on this, like even the castanets or cowbell or the TRIANGLE i will be g o n e. LIKE GONER THAN GONE!!!!!!! lmao i can’t w8 to die :))))) 

decesez  asked:

why do you not want anyone to date narancia you big meanie

Hmmm, all joking aside, I’ll be honest here and just find the idea of people wanting to date him weird. Or maybe just the concept of him dating people. I guess this is headcanon time?

Heck, you lot seem interested enough in my opinions about OPs and EDs and everything, so I might as well go on a bit.

Romance doesn’t seem like it would be in his interests in the slightest. He gives off the impression that he’d groan loudly and make gagging noises when there’s a lovey-dovey scene in a film or show or anything. I mean, he’s immature enough in plenty of other situations.

Like, I dunno, I look at him and think ‘son’ or ‘friend’ rather than ‘boyfriend’ or anything like that.

Eh, I know you’re all just messing around asking me, though.




… This has absolutely nothing to do with the anime, though.

TalesFromRetail: Cash? What's a cash?

Working today has been… interesting to say the least. For some reason, holidays make people insane, and multiplying that by the lack of intelligence the customer usually possesses, you get an odd mix. A couple hours ago, I had this weird interaction with someone. CG for “Cash Guy” in question.

He walked up to the register, asked if we sold money orders.

Me: Yep, but you need to use cash and there’s a 99c fee.

CG: Okay… I have a debit card. I’ll just use that.

Me: unfortunately sir, it needs to be in cash.

CG: What do you mean in cash?

Me (dumbfounded): Uhh… the entire transaction must be paid in physical money. I can’t take a card.

CG: But I have a card….

Me: Well we have an ATM in the corner of the store, otherwise I won’t be able to help you today.

CG: Okay… At this point he walks away, and I’m left wondering if I wasn’t being clear by calling US dollars as cash, or if there was some language barrier. He gets back in line, and walks back up to me.

CG: so just to make sure, I can’t use a card. What do I use then?

Me: Dollars. Physical, real, United States issued money.

CG: Uhhhh…. alright.

I don’t understand. I’m completely at a loss for words. I don’t get what the issue here was, he just could not grasp the idea of what a dollar was I guess.

By: LemonDaemon

hungryhungryhannibal  asked:

What are your TAZ headcanons? I just got caught up and I am Obsessed.

I mean lots. Here’s one:

Angus McDonald’s parents are either dead or gone due to Circumstances. He was raised by his grandfather. 

A few years ago his grandfather fell ill and sent Angus to live with another relative, possibly an aunt or uncle. That did not work out, they were not fit to raise a child. Not abusive, but irresponsible and negligent. 

By that point, he had already begun using his detective skills to help various organizations. The next time he was offered a reward for bringing in some ne’er do well, he took the money and bought a train ticket. He found a place to live and has been taking care of himself since. 

Due to his work catching criminals for local authorities, he’s never had to worry about feeding himself, but he also hasn’t had anyone to take care of him for a long time. When he met the THB on the Rockport express he’d been living on his own for a little over a year.

You know, it just hit me (once again) that…

YUGI HAS ALREADY FOUND THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE AND IT’S ATEM BUT HE IS DEAD AND HAD TO LEAVE YUGI AND OF COURSE YUGI WILL LIVE ON AND BE HAPPY AND ATEM WOULD HAVE WANTED IT AS WELL BUT HOW IS YUGI EVER SUPPOSED TO LOVE AGAIN I MEAN IT WOULD ALWAYS FEEL LIKE CHEATING ON HIS SOUL MATE EVEN THOUGH ATEM WOULD PROBABLY EVEN BE OKAY WITH THAT BUT YUGI CAN’T HE JUST CAN’T OKAY BECAUSE IT WOULD BE WRONG BECAUSE HE LOVES ATEM HE IS HIS SOUL MATE HIS ONE TRUE LOVE AND YUGI WOULD NEVER GET INTO A RELATIONSHIP WITH SOMEONE KNOWING THEY WOULD NEVER BE HIS NUMBER ONE BECAUSE THAT’S ATEM AND SO YUGI REMAINS ALONE FOR THE REST OF HIS LIFE BUT HE ALWAYS CARRIES THE LOVE ATEM HAS GIVEN HIM IN HIS PURE GENTLE LITTLE HEART AND IT WILL NEVER FADE AWAY AND HE KNOWS THAT AS LONG AS HE REMEMBERS THAT LOVE IT WILL ALWAYS BE THERE AND A PART OF ATEM WILL ALWAYS BE WITH HIM AND OH MY FUCK I CAN’T TAKE THE DRAMA AND THE TRAGEDY AND HOW PERFECT THEY ARE FOR EACH OTHER AND YET THEY ARE NOT ALLOWED TO BE TOGETHER GROSS SOBBING

anonymous asked:

Can you do a AU of negan x reader where Negan is in some sort of motorcycle gang while the reader is on a girl gang and they go to the same bar but never got along that well until the reader becomes a substitute teacher and find out Negan is not a complete asshole?

Originally posted by negangifs

Rolling your eyes when Negan and his men walked in, you turned back towards the bartender. “Really, Ed.” You smirked, knowing that Negan would be passing by. “You really outta weed out the scum that comes through here.” Downing your shot, you saw Ed chuckle and shake his head.

Negan leaned against the bar facing you. “Evenin’, sweetheart.” He licked his lips. “Why don’t you gals join us? I’m sure we could have a lot of fun.” The implication was clear. “I mean, unless you don’t know what that is. Is that it? Such a shame. Perky ass like that wasted.” He sighed.

“Dick.” You shot back as he walked away.


Walking into the local high school, you looked around. You were subbing for the English teacher, and needed to get to the class room to get situated for the day. “You must be the sub for Mrs. Franks.” You heard behind you, and you paused. You knew that voice. Turning, both of you looked shocked. “Well, never pegged you for the teacher type.” Negan chuckled.

“Same can be said for you…” You replied, shocked to see him there. “Let me guess, gym?” You motioned to his clothes.

“You got that right, sweetheart.” He smiled. “Why don’t we play nice while you’re here? Seeing as we’re in a completely professional setting and all that.”

That actually made you laugh, his sarcasm so perfectly paired with that smile. “Well, care to show the substitute teacher to her room?”

Can we appreciate how when Killian gets scared, he makes bad decisions?? I’m not saying it makes it right because him trying to destroy his memories, and then thinking he needed to leave to try and find the man she fell in love with again, were definitely wrong decisions. But it’s such an identifiable reaction. He’s so terrified and hates himself so much right now that he keeps making things worse for a while instead of making things better.

And of course now he has to pay for his bad choices - just as he finally gets back in track, he gets sent off by Gideon. And he has to shoulder the blame for a lot of it because HE messed up and now somebody else took advantage of him and he’s gonna find what he needs (meaning personally) to be the best man possible - not just for Emma, but himself as well.

I don’t think Killian is gonna be ‘not quite there’ anymore by the end of this (aka how he sees himself as a hero), and it took him being a bit of an idiot to get there.

anonymous asked:

"I fucking hate calculus" said Baz

Simon looks up, surprise written all over his face, “Really?” 

Baz rolls his eyes, “Yes really, don’t tell me you don’t.”

Simon looks down at the book in front of him, there are eight problems left that he doesn’t even know how to start, “I mean, yeah, I hate it too, but I hate it because I don’t know how to do it. You do.”

Baz shuts his own book, “Just because I understand it doesn’t mean I don’t find it tedious and dry and any other bad adjective you can apply to maths.”

“Then why do you always volunteer to help me with it?” Simon asks.

“Well,” Baz pauses, a very light blush struggling to form across his pale nose, “because I like you.” 

anonymous asked:

Omg speaking off Anti being mistaken for a student imagine the students his been teaching for a long time play along and pretend anti is a student as well. And so when one of the others walk in to see no one is teaching they notice anti and just give him a mean look until he starts teaching again.

omg yes, he’d be THAT kind of prof., that just writes some shit on the board up front, probably turns on some music, and then just chills off to the side or goes n chats with his fave students n helps them out with stuff.