what do you say to taking chances

Please, if you meet someone who makes you excited to wake up again, don’t waste your chance. Tell them how you feel before they slip between your fingers. Because never knowing what you could have been, it breaks your heart just as much as being rejected. Take the risk. Do it for me. Do it for yourself. Do it because you can’t let love pass you by. Not again. Not this time.
—  These words hurt but I need to say them. For you. For me. For everyone too scared to try.
What to do when you really don’t want to study.

I think we’ve all been there - the class is important and you know you need to study but when you sit down you end up feeling grOSS AND YOU don’t want to. So here are some tips to overcoming that:

 Take a deep breath and reevaluate why you need to study. Try to stay positive.

  • When I’m not motivated I keep saying things like “what if I just don’t do it?” And then - surprise! - I end up not studying and suffer/regret it later. When coming up with reasons to study, try to keep it positive. Don’t say things like “if I don’t study I’ll fail the class.” Instead, say things like “if I study, I have a better chance at doing well on the exam. Future-me will be so proud of current-me.”
  • If you truly cannot find a single reason to study, set your studying aside for later and do another productive activity or take a long break.

Drill it into your mind that you really don’t need motivation to do well.

  • Even if you find the reason to study, that doesn’t necessarily mean you are very motivated. Sometimes we feel like no motivation = unable to study. This isn’t true.
  • Make a deal with yourself. Try studying for ten minutes. And actually try to study. If by the end of ten minutes you feel like you can continue studying, great! Keep going! If not, then you can take a break and do something else.

Choose a study scheduling method that works for you.

  • Some people feel great studying for hours on end once they get in "the zone.” Others feel the need to take quick breaks every half hour. Studying and scheduling methods are different for everybody! Play around with scheduling to find out what works for you.
  • In high-stress times, work (studying, assignments, etc.) can feel pretty overwhelming. To organize all the stuff you have to do, write it down! This takes some of the stress of remembering tasks off from your brain, so that your brain can focus on the more crucial things.
    • If you’re making a to-do list, keep the general list short. This way, you won’t feel overwhelmed by too many tasks. (You can keep sub-lists on separate paper/sticky notes to break down each task.)
    • If you’re making a time-table, keep your schedule loose. Give yourself buffer time to complete each task, just in case you overestimated your efficiency.
    • It’s totally okay to overestimate efficiency! - ifyou do, you learn more about yourself and how you study best.

Small (pomodoro) breaks

  • Pomodoro technique in a nutshell: 25 minute blocks of working with 5 minute breaks in between. Feel free to change the length of the blocks according to your preferences! During your breaks, you can
    • Get more water
    • Get snacks
    • Make tea/coffee
    • Stretch
    • Do a tiny bit of yoga
    • Walk around the room/building
    • Stretch
    • Five-minute meditation
    • Head massage
  • Try to avoid looking at a screen. When you look at a screen, you stimulate your brain and it won’t get its rest. Also, the internet might suck you in and your break could last longer than intended. (cough tumblr)

Long breaks

  • Sometimes I really really really really reALLY don’t want to study. Or do anything. And I feel kind of gross and am on the verge of a mental breakdown. If you feel this way, stop.
  • Take a hella deep breath. And another one. One more. Aaaaand one more just for good measure.
  • Get away from your desk. I associate desk with studying, so getting away from it helps me relax. Lie down on a bed, or move to a different room if you can. If you can get near a window, try looking into the distance to relax your brain and eyes.
  • Breathe for a couple of minutes, then evaluate how you feel. Again, try to stay positive. Instead of “I feel shitty and I don’t want to do anything,” try “I feel tired right now and resting can help me feel better.”
  • Based on this evaluation, estimate the amount of time you need to rest. If you have a lot of studying to do, try to keep it under an hour. Set a timer for the amount of time you have decided on. (remember to include buffer time!) Getting back to work on time can make you feel more productive, which conduct better productivity!
  • During a long break, do an activity that makes you feel good and takes your mind off studying. You can
    • Take a long walk. If you live near a park or a trail, try strolling around in it.
    • Eat healthy food. Junky comfort food can make you feel groggy, especially foods that are fried. Instead, try eating some fruits or nuts.
    • Take a shower/bath
    • Talk with a friend
    • Make some art
    • Enjoy a long coffee break. (avoid caffeine if you feel anxious/panicky, though)
    • Play with a pet
    • Take a power nap
    • Longer meditation/yoga
  • Again, try to avoid looking at screens. Also, avoid thinking about studying. Let yourself have the luxury of NOT THINKING ABOUT STUDYING for a while, so you can return to it with a fresh mind.

Mental health days

  • Sometimes everything is just too much and you might feel the need to stop everything for a day. If so, take a mental health day!
  • Think of mental health days as physical health days. If your body isn’t feeling well, you are allowed to stay in bed and sleep/not do anything for a day. Similarly, if your mind isn’t feeling well, you are also allowed to stay in bed and sleep/not do anything for a day.
  • Let your parents and teachers know that you don’t feel well and can’t go to school. From my experience, most teachers are pretty understanding and will let you have the day off. (You might have some work to make up later, though.)
  • Do not study on mental health days. Don’t even think about studying on mental health days. Instead, just focus on getting better. You can
    • Sleep in
    • Clean your room
    • Take a super long bath, complete with bath bombs and candles
    • Watch a good movie
    • Read a good book
    • Sing your favorite songs really loudly
    • Literally anything that (IS HEALTHY and) makes you feel good about yourself.

Study groups can keep you going, even when you kind of don’t want to

  • Setting up a time (like a date!) can keep you on track
  • Study with someone you trust to keep you accountable. Don’t study with someone you know you’re going to gossip or watch cat videos with.
  • If you really feel the need to cancel a study date, it’s ok! Just like canceling any kind of date, it’s 100% okay to back out if you feel uncomfortable.

Stay safe, stay healthy, and happy studying!

I’m madly in love with you
I don’t know if I can see myself with you in a couple months or in years. I don’t know if I can see myself growing old with you. But what I do know is you make me happy, I’m comfortable and I’ve never felt more safe than when I’m with you. Isn’t that enough? Enough to say okay let’s take a chance. I can’t promise it’ll turn out great, but I I can promise you that it’ll be so worth it.
YOU ONLY LIVE ONCE is Victor's Love Story

Ah…
You Only Live Once

Take a chance, do what your heart says. Move from the comfort zone. It’s okay to pursue your own LIFE & LOVE.

You’re so beautiful.
I was entranced by you tonight.
Even the hourglass stops,
So take my breath away.
Shining so bright,
Your fighting form declared,
“We were born so that we could shine”

The night of the banquet Victor became entranced by Yuuri. By this drunk Japanese man livening up a boring affair. By someone bringing fun and joy into his life. By Yuuri living.

Waiting for the light,
I can’t hear a thing
There’s a shining butterfly
Amid the light
“We mustn’t fear being hurt so that we can shine”
Shining all the while,
That’s what you taught me!

Victor travels to Yuuri. He takes the chance. But Yuuri is different now. Rejecting his advances, almost scared of him. But why? Victor needs to know. He stays, Yuuri is still so beautiful, even in this different being. He can see that dancer in him, hidden under the anxiety and fear. Yuuri taught him to embrace life, so he’ll teach him right back. His own lost lesson.

Oh…
You Only Live Once

You’re amazing;
We’re at a loss for words.
Even if your strength expires,
Everybody knows you’re right.
Your form is just too beautiful…

Watching Yuuri’s skating. His training. Watching him come into his own again. Everyone is stunned at fascinated by Katsuki Yuuri. By who he is now showing, by his love.

When you’re sad and having a hard time,
We believe in you.
Oh, I’m just dreaming of the day
That every day up ‘til now will resound like recompense:
Thunderous applause!
“We were born so that we could shine” Shining all the while,
That’s what you taught me!

Yuuri’s anxiety. His fight to GPF. All the struggles. His wish for Yuuri’s success. His desire to help him, to love him. Yuuri’s continued lesson from the banquet. Now in both their hearts.

Lyrics from the YOI wikia.

  • Yurio: Viktor! What the fuck are you doing taking so long? The other Yuri is about to get on the ice!
  • Viktor, wailing: I WAS DOING MY HAIR THIS MORNING AND YUURI GOT MAD AT ME
  • Yurio: Katsudon got mad? I didn't think that was possible. What did he say?
  • Viktor: HE SAID I WAS TAKING TOO LONG AND WE HAD TO LEAVE
  • Yurio:
  • Yurio: so?
  • Viktor: SO I DIDNT WANT TO AND HE TOLD ME IT WONT MATTER IN THE END BECAUSE MY HAIR WILL FALL OUT
  • Yurio:
  • Yurio:
  • Yurio:
  • Viktor: IVE BEEN TRYING TO SEE IF ITS ALREADY FALLING OUT
  • Yurio: YOU ARE 28 YEARS OLD! ACT LIKE IT, DUMBASS! GET OUT THERE AND SUPPORT YOUR STUPID FIANCÉ OR YOUR HAIR WONT GET THE CHANCE TO FALL OUT BECAUSE I'LL SHAVE IT OFF
How to tell if the signs like you

Aries: There is a good chance that they will be direct and just tell you or show it by some heavy flirting. They also get very nervous around and oh god, they blush a lot.

Taurus: It will take sometime for them to actually admit that they are falling for you. They will really hard at your jokes and will laugh with their whole face, especially the eyes. They will also do sweet little gestures and would like to be around you a lot.

Gemini: They will naturally flirt, but will make you feel extra special. They will listen intently to what you are saying. They will call/text you at weird times and would would like to share more of their private life.

Cancer: There is a very small chance of them telling you that they like you, but they will enjoy spending time with you. They will go that ‘extra mile’ to make sure you are happy and comfortable with them.

Leo: They aren’t shy to show how they feel. They will direct their attention to you instead of themselves. They will also include you in their ‘day-to-day’ and express their future with you and show you off to their friends.

Virgo: They will be quieter around you and will try to help you in every way possible. They try not to be overbearing, but will want you to know that they are thinking about you a lot. They also want to do all the little things for you.

Libra: They make many sacrifices and put great effort to spend time with you. There would be so much body language and they will charm the hell out of you. They may introduce you to people in their life as well.

Scorpio: They inquire a lot about you, because it makes them feel closer to you. They make themselves available to you. They will also really look at you when you are talking or doing anything for the matter.

Sagittarius: They will make time for you, which is very rare. They would want adventurous memories with you. They show their ‘softer’ or more ‘vulnerable’ side, and want to share many memories with you.

Capricorn: They have that look in their face while you talk. You can easily make them laugh and they get shy when you give them compliments. They make it their mission to make you notice them.

Aquarius: They will ask many questions about you and text you a lot. They smile a lot and become lost in your stories or views on life. They will show, in their own way, how you’re different than others.

Pisces: Freaks out if you don’t text and they expect a lot of hugs. They become quite relentless in getting to know you and they will share ‘dreamy’ thoughts with you.

The Limerick Bard's strange fetish

Premise: We were fighting a group of manticores, and were down to the last one. The Haiku Paladin steps up to the plate.

Paladin (Ooc): I use my “Smite Evil” ability and offer the Manticore challenge.

MageGM: Alright. What do you say?

Paladin: Come forth, you foul beast.
              Allow my sword to rend you,
              Guide you into hell.

MageGM: The Manticore has enough understanding of common to know that you’re getting ready to whoop its ass, but takes the chance while you’re talking to pounce with an attack of opportunity.

Paladin (OOC): What the fuck?!

MageGM: Talking isn’t a free action.

Paladin (OOC): Okay that’s fair…

MageGM: The manticore has you grappled and you are pinned to the ground. Roll to break the grapple.

Paladin: *Rolls*

MageGM: Alright. Your sword arm is free.

Paladin (OOC): I drive my sword up under the manticore’s chin. *Rolls* HAH! 20!

MageGM: *while the rest of the table is cheering her on* Nice. You drive your holy sword up under the manticore’s chin, and the aura of godliness emanating from it makes the manticore explode, drenching you in its blood and guts.

Paladin (OOC): I stand up to challenge anyone else that would try to fuck with me today.

MageGM: There are no more enemies, but you look incredibly badass.

Bard: Seeing you so covered in gore,
          Looking much like a god of war…
          And now this bard
          Is very hard.
          It makes me want you all the more.

Barbarian: Nec-tar believes you have problems, musical friend… (OOC) Seriously, though, save the flirting for outside the game.

Christmas time fluff, Dean and Cas being grossly cute boyfriends in high school, making out on a couch, what else could you want?

ao3 link

“So, I heard something at school today,” Dean tells Cas who’s squished into the corner of Dean’s couch, Dean being the one squishing him.

“Oh?” Cas says simply as he struggles to lean forwards to the coffee table where a bowl of popcorn sits, the TV in front of them playing ‘A Christmas Carol’.

“Yup,” Dean says as he swipes at the bowl of popcorn, picking it up and taking it right out of Cas’ reach. Cas blinks at Dean.

“Do you mind?”

“So you wanna know what it was?” Dean inquires, grabbing a handful of popcorn.

“Sure,” Cas sighs, trying to grab for the popcorn. He’s been with Dean for long enough to know that if he straight out asks for popcorn there’s probably a lesser chance of him getting any.

“So I hear there’s this guy, right? And he goes to our school,” Dean goes out, picking out a handful of popcorn. Cas wriggles underneath him, his arm still outstretched.

“Uh huh,” Cas replies.

“And this guy, right, he’s got like a huge crush on this one person. Like he’s head over heels for this person, totally in love,” Dean says through half a mouthful of popcorn.

“Why does this matter?” Cas inquires, finally able to grab a few pieces of popcorn, much to Dean’s dismay.

“Well, it matters because you are the object of his affection,” Dean informs Cas, giving him a knowing glance. Cas raises an eyebrow. Practically everyone in the school knows that him and Dean are together so Cas can’t really imagine who would have a raging crush on him.

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Do your thing. Do it unapologetically. Don’t be discouraged by criticism. You probably already know what they’re going to say. Pay no mind to the fear of failure. It’s far more valuable than success. Take ownership, take chances, and have fun. And no matter what, don’t ever stop doing your thing.
—  Asher Roth
  • <p> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b>me:</b> hey i think i might possibly have this disorder<p/><b>me:</b> *does research on it*<p/><b>me:</b> wow this fits me pretty well<p/><b>me:</b> *takes multiple tests online*<p/><b>me:</b> oh these all say i probably have this disorder<p/><b>me:</b> *talks to someone who was literally diagnosed with it*<p/><b>me:</b> golly this person says what i do and feel fits perfectly with that of what people with this disorder do and feel and that there's a high chance i have this disorder<p/><b>brain:</b> lmao but what if youre faking it<p/><b>me:</b> shit you right<p/></p><p/></p><p/></p><p/></p><p/></p>

“how do you take risks in everyday life?” well every time i wear an oversized sweater/coat i can either look like a cute blogger or a lazy ragamuffin and i think the potential benefits outweigh the drawbacks so i chance that shit on the daily, what can i say i just love a good thrill. not being able to tell if i look like an adorable fashionista or a jaded street urchin is what keeps my days interesting

Music Conservatories:

- NO !!!!!!!! MATH!!!!!!!! CLASSES!!!!!!!!!

- when you meet people you ask them “what instrument do you play?” instead of “uh, do you by any chance play an instrument?” 

- the person you’re walking out of your dorm building with…? THEY’RE A MUSICIAN

- :O NO ONE CLAPS DURING MOVEMENTS??!?!?!??! ::OO

- everyone’s so understanding and respectful to when you say “sorry, I have to practice.” 

-THAT ONE HOT! GAL/DUDE OVER THERE???? YEAH..THEY’RE A MUSICIAN…(AND THEY’RE REALLY GOOD AT THEIR INSTRUMENT TOO…)

- literally everything is music related.EVERYTHING.

- the little girl with the case thing on her back standing in the lobby of your school? SHE’S A MUSICIAN TAKING A LESSON FROM A MUSICIAN WHO TEACHES OR ATTENDS YOUR SCHOOL!!!!!!!

- FREE concerts practically every night

-literally music 24/7 ok?

- your roommate? MUSICIAN

- NO SCIENCE CLASSES

-the teacher teaching you about theory? MUSICIAN duh

- hearing the word ‘practice’ about 58688 times a day

- singing 5 notes to a symphony and BOOM everyone is singing along with you

- Getting mad at your roommate for practicing aurel skills to a metronome at 1am

- NO HISTORY CLASSES (well, there’s music history, bUT ITS MUSIC RELATED!)

- that old dude walking down the stairs with a cane???? MUSICIAN and not only a musician, buT ONE OF THE PROFESSORS and you probably shouldnt ever call him ‘that old dude walking down the stairs with a cane’ in public

- …seriously…the amount of times one hears the word ‘practice’

- the amount people walking around conducting to the music on their headphones 

- see that person eating across the room from you???? MUSICIAN

-EVERYONE’S A MUSICIAN. EVERYONE !LOVES! MUSIC. EVERYONE’S AMAZING AT THEIR INSTRUMENT. 

*EVERYONE KNOWS THEY DON’T HAVE A HUGE CHANCE OF SUCCESS WINNING A JOB IN THIS… “DYING ART FORM,” BUT.STILL.DO.IT.ANYWAYS.*

Admit it. You aren’t like them. You’re not even close. You may occasionally dress yourself up as one of them, watch the same mindless television shows as they do, maybe even eat the same fast food sometimes. But it seems that the more you try to fit in, the more you feel like an outsider, watching the “normal people” as they go about their automatic existences. For every time you say club passwords like “Have a nice day” and “Weather’s awful today, eh?”, you yearn inside to say forbidden things like “Tell me something that makes you cry” or “What do you think deja vu is for?”. Face it, you even want to talk to that girl in the elevator. But what if that girl in the elevator (and the…man who walks past [you]…at work) are thinking the same thing? Who knows what you might learn from taking a chance on conversation with a stranger? Everyone carries a piece of the puzzle. Nobody comes into your life by mere coincidence. Trust your instincts. Do the unexpected. Find the others…
How to ask a girl out if you are a lesbian

An interesting article I found on the internet.

Asking a girl out is not easy, especially for lesbians who are a little shy and don’t want to ruin the chances with what feels like the girl of their dreams. Even men find it hard to find the right words to say too. But don’t worry because most girls will give you a chance for the mere act of trying but you have to step up and be bold or you will forever wonder what if.

Below are steps and tips on how to ask a girl out, draw some courage from it and ask her out. Remember, all you have to do is relax and be yourself!

1. Approach the girl. Be yourself and say “hi” then ask a question or give a compliment. This sounds very simple but can be quite scary, especially if the girl looks unfriendly.

2. Flirt a little. Take a deep breath, relax, crack a joke or, if you have the courage, break the touch barrier.

3. Gauge her interest. Take note of the eye contact. Did she smile when you said “hi”. When you crack that joke, did she laugh? Is her responses to your questions or compliments showed enthusiasm? Try to read the body language. What did it say? Observe how she looks at you. If she likes you, she will hold it for a long time or pull right away if she doesn’t.  But pulling away could also mean that she may just be nervous though she likes you. Try to glance at her and if she stares back at you then this means she likes you although she may quickly dart her head in a different direction. Take notice if she touches you more often than most friends do. You can be on the right track, if she finds excuses to do so but don’t assume that just because she isn’t touching you that she doesn’t like you. She may just be nervous yet.

4. Pop that question. “Hey, why don’t you come to the movies with me this weekend?” or you could say, “I heard about this movie showing this weekend, would you be interested to come with me?” Aside from movies, think of what she might be interested in. If she is interested, ask if she would like to see it with you.

5. Keep your cool if she says ‘No’. Remember to be always graceful in your responses. When she says no, say “no problem” or “okay” then follow it with “maybe some other time?”

Ask a girl out when nobody is around as the presence of others will stir pressure on her to say yes or no. When asking, try to look the girl in the eyes. Be direct in your approach and don’t be afraid of rejection. Ask her and don’t beat around the bush even if you are nervous. Don’t text or call by phone. Girls will admire if you show confidence which could increase your chances. Good luck!

Oh, Princess - A.I.

Originally posted by ohfuckoffhemmings

Alright, so, first off….I got WAY too excited and carried away with this. It’s eight pages in my drive. Second, Daddy!Ash, and when I say daddy, I mean “I’m going to fuck the shit out of you” daddy. Third, I hope this is what you wanted anon…

Warning: Smut x10. Slight BDSM?

Four months and sixteen days. That’s how long it had been since y/n had last seen Ashton. She wasn’t usually one to keep track like that, but considering she hadn’t gotten the chance to visit during his mini tour due to her sister’s wedding and not having any extra time to take off of work, you could say she was frustrated. All she had wanted to do when he got home was have a nice day in at his apartment, watch a few movies, have a couple of rounds of sex, and call it a night, so when Ashton had called her up that morning asking if she’d be his date to a fancy dinner with management instead of staying in, you could say she wasn’t pleased.

“Hello, love,” Ashton said, grin on his face as y/n opened the door to her small apartment. Ashton dressed in formal attire had always gotten her riled up, which just added to her frustrations even more. “Why don’t you look excited?”

“If we’re being honest here, I’m not,” she said back simply to head into the living room to retrieve her heels, the white dress she had on falling to mid-thigh hugging every curve of her body with flowing sleeves making her look like an angelic version of the devil himself.

“And why not?” he questioned lifting up the shawl she had draped over the couch ready to lay it over her shoulders.

“Because I haven’t seen or touched you in over four months, Ash, so the last thing I want to do is get dressed up to go out when I could be in my room lying beside you completely naked, preferably with your head between my legs,” she said back, crossing her arms, Ashton’s jaw dropping slightly at the words that escaped her lips. She stepped closer to him running her manicured nails down the front of his button up, back to the top where she unbuttoned the top two buttons preferring to see bits of his chest hair rather than having the shirt look like it’s choking him. “Wouldn’t you prefer that, daddy? Seeing your princess naked, ready to take your cock all night long?” Ashton knew what she was doing, trying to keep himself composed to at least make it to dinner. He didn’t really have a choice on whether or not he could go, but there were no restrictions on how long they needed to stay.

“Come on,” he barely choked out, draping the fabric over her shoulders before tugging her out of her apartment, a groan escaping her lips. She thought she had him wrapped around her finger in that moment, which only meant she would need to try harder, and what better way to get a good night of sex than to tease him in front of the boys?

The ride to the large restaurant was quiet, Ashton’s hand resting on y/n’s thigh while he drove the ten minutes into Sydney deciding to valet his car rather than attempt to look for parking. Y/n had seemed to forget what had happened at the apartment, letting Ashton’s arm snake around her waist as he led her inside to a small room in the back filled with his band mates, their dates, as well as members of the management staff and their dates. A few bottles of champagne lined the table as a few appetizers scattered around, the couple finding two seats in between Michael’s date and Calum.

“Glad you could finally join us,” Luke teased as Ashton waited for y/n to sit, pushing in her chair before taking a seat next to her, flipping Luke off in the process.

“I was running late,” Ashton said letting the blame fall on him, which was true, Y/n was ready for once when he had shown up at her door, taking a minute for him to figure out how to style his now short hair, something he wasn’t necessarily used to. The group shared a bit of small talk, y/n joking with Michael’s new flavor of the month as she shared stories from when she visited the boys in Montreal.

“Can I grab any drinks?” a waitress asked, perched happily in between Calum and Ashton as the blonde turned to his girlfriend, poking at her thigh trying to grab her attention.

“Babe, I know you won’t drink the champagne. Do you want a rosé or a pinot noir? I can get a bottle?” he questioned stroking at her thigh with his thumb in a comforting way, driving y/n crazy only adding to her own issues at the moment.

“Rosé’s fine. I don’t care which one,” she said letting her own hand land on his, stopping the movements as he turned back to the waitress requesting the bottle, as well as two wine glasses instead of the champagne flutes.

“Of course, sir,” the waitress giggled, y/n’s lips curling into a frown as the girl shamelessly flirted with her boyfriend who was just too oblivious to notice she wasn’t just being nice. But, this was also the boy that needed y/n to literally strip for him the first time they had sex for him to get the hint. It was hard enough being deprived of sex for one hundred and thirty-nine days, this was just the icing on the cake. She scooted a bit closer to Ashton, catching his eye only for a moment before he turned back to Calum, engaging himself in a deeper conversation as her hand landed on his thigh, raking her nails lightly up and down as she rested her head on his shoulder trying to make the gesture seem as innocent as possible. She was going to make this experience as difficult as possible for him.

Once everyone received their alcoholic beverages, the appetizers were passed around, y/n skipping on most of them not being a huge fan of seafood, but gladly taking the bruschetta passed around, letting it sit on her small plate, her hand only leaving Ashton’s leg to grab at the large plate before passing it down on it’s way through the table. She waited until Ashton had taken a piece of the tuna bite on his plate, moving her hand down agonizingly slow to cup at his crotch, squeezing it lightly causing him to choke on what was in his mouth, moving the same hand to his back rubbing soothing circles as he cleared his airways.

“Are you alright?” Luke asked from across the table, looking at him nervous, Ashton holding up a thumb as he continued to cough into his elbow, throwing a glare at his girlfriend who kept the best poker face he had ever seen. There was so much sympathy thrown onto her face, but her eyes held that lust filled, devilish look he had grown to know from the escapades in the bedroom. This was on purpose.

“You alright baby?” y/n questioned gripping at his wine glass, holding it to him for him to take a sip, putting it back on the table once he could breathe properly once again. He moved his mouth towards her ear, keeping his face as normal as her could not wanting to throw up any red flags with the guys knowing he would never hear the end of this.

“Don’t fucking start with me, princess. Now is not the time,” he basically growled in her ear as she furrowed her brows turning to face him as if she was confused, cocking an eyebrow up slightly.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, daddy?” she said, the name reserved only for the bedroom slipping off her tongue in fluidity as if it was supposed to be out in the air like that. “I bet I could suck you off right here and no one would notice.” His cock twitched in his pants as he became aroused at the thought of getting head in public, in front of his band mates and, pretty much, his bosses: so vulgar and tempting, enticing him even more.

“Princess, if you let one more vulgar thing leave that dirty little mouth of yours, daddy won’t let you cum tonight,” he whispered again, pulling his head away from her not letting her respond as her mouth hung open slightly in shock and disbelief, arousal soaking her panties just at the thought of understimulation and how good her orgasm will feel when he does let her cum. It would be something new for them, and that excited her more than anything at this point setting her over the edge of her frustration. She didn’t even care about dinner that this point. She wanted to go home and fuck Ashton so good that she wouldn’t be able to get out of bed in the morning.

She sighed in content before placing her hand on his thigh once again, fingers dancing atop his dress pants as she ate the piece of bread with the tomato mozzarella mixture that resided on her plate. Once she had finished that, she stood up to head to the bathroom, only to pull off her panties and return moments later with them shoved into her hand, sitting down with her hands folded in her lap.

The waitress had finally returned with the entrees, once again standing between Ashton and Calum, dropping off both entrees for the men as y/n laid her panties on Ashton’s lap, a playful gleam in her eye as the waitress caught sight of what she was doing, knocking over Ashton’s glass into his lap. He didn’t bother standing up, just looking down as his wine coated crotch, catching sight of his girlfriend’s undergarment that should be on her body, his semi growing hard, now, just waiting to be touched. He grabbed the flimsy fabric, quickly shoving it in his pocket as he stood up from the table, all eyes on him.

“Are you alright, Ash?” Michael asked, catching a glimpse of the boy’s eyes, mistaking his lust for anger as he shook his head slightly.

“We’re going to go,” he said simply, moving to the side waiting for his girlfriend to stand up, the color draining from the waitress’s face as she apologized profusely thinking it was her fault the beautiful man was leaving, having no idea that y/n had set him over the edge. Ashton liked to play sexual games with his girlfriend, teasing the other in public was one of them, but he didn’t enjoy the thought of some other guy catching a glimpse of her bare pussy due to lack of clothing. He had mentioned that time and time again. The table looked between the two, Ashton’s frowning face as y/n pouted, bottom lip jutted out, poker face hiding her excitement and nerves at once as she thought about the punishment she knew was to come. He grabbed her hand in his, pulling her to the exit without another word, handing the valet a slip of paper before the man went running to retrieve his vehicle.

“Ash,” she mumbled not enjoying the silence. As many times as she had pulled something like this in public, he was never this quiet, only earning a shake of his head, a small chuckle leaving his lips.

“Oh, princess, princess, princess,” he said, the car pulling up, parking right in front of them as he opened the passenger door for her helping her  inside of the car. That was all he had said, the entire way home, a stuffy silence filled the car as y/n shifted in her seat nervously, looking at Ashton out of the corner of her eye, his clenched jaw, hands gripping the wheel as his eyes were fixated on the road. She went to reach towards his leg, only to have him grab her wrist before it could graze the fabric on his leg. “You really don’t want to do that right now.” She moved her hand away deciding to just leave it be as he pulled into her apartment complex, helping her out of the car before making their way inside to her small apartment, Ashton escaping to the kitchen as y/n followed him slowly, now worried she had pissed him off instead.

“Ash,” she said barely above a whisper as she watched him pull out a glass from her cabinet, heading towards the freezer to fill it with ice.

“Go lay down,” he said back simply not turning to look at her as she bit down on her lip, shifting her weight between her feet.

“Look, I’m-,”

“Daddy said to go lay down, princess, so I don’t know why you’re still standing here,” he said cutting her off, finally turning to face her, his eyes clouded with lust. The look he was giving her was something new, and it had her knees weak. She quickly made her way towards her room, sitting on the edge of the bed knowing better than to do anything she wasn’t told to do. She had already worked him up enough for today. “Such a good girl,” he muttered watching her from the doorway, her eyes shooting up to meet his, taking her lip between her teeth as he moved to set his glass on the stand next to her bed before beckoning her onto her feet, his body replacing hers on the bed. “Strip.” She hesitated, but only for a second before pulling down the zipper on the side of her dress, letting it slip from her shoulders and pool at her feet leaving her in just a bra and heels before unclasping the bra, tossing that to the side as well. She stopped, not sure if he meant the heels as well when he said to strip, watching his eyes rake up her body. They had been together for a little over two years now and, yet, he could still make her feel insecure and vulnerable with just once glance. “Want me to go over the rules, princess? Daddy’s added a couple of new ones for tonight.” She nodded her head slowly, arms crossing over her bare chest as he quickly pulled them away, revealing her body to him. “Words.”

“Yes,” she squeaked out, Ashton raising an eyebrow, smirk tugging at his lips.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, daddy,” she mumbled, her hands intertwined with his as he pulled her hands to his lips, placing a soft kiss on each knuckle.

“First, and foremost, darling, I am in charge. You do not tell me what to do, you ask, yes?”

“Yes, daddy.” His hands let go of hers, placing them on her hips softly and slowly, trailing them up her sides.

“Number two: what’s our safeword, princess?”

“Red.” His hands started to trail back down her body as slow and soft as they had going up.

“And when do we use this safeword?”

“When I’m uncomfortable or am hurting.” A chill ran down her spine as goosebumps coated her skin at the feeling of his skin on hers. He lifted a hand to her mouth, his thumb tapping at her lips for her to open, sticking the digit in for her to suck on it as he watched her.

“Number three: you ask permission to cum,” he said watching as she nodded her head, tongue swirling around the tip of his finger, teeth grazing lightly as he bit down on his bottom lip. “Number four’s a new one princess. And this is only for tonight, okay?” She nodded her head once again as he moved his finger from her mouth, standing up in front of her, only to lift her up and turn her around to place her on the bed. “Don’t you dare cum until I say so.” He pressed his lips to hers roughly as she returned the favor, hands running through his hair as he grabbed at her thigh, pulling her leg up to wrap around his hip while the other hand pulled out the panties she had taken off at the restaurant. “Arms up,” he commanded against her lips watching her eyes flicker with excitement, more than ready to lift her hands above her head for him as he dominated her. He tore the fabric at the seams so it would be easy to tie through the posts of the headboard, y/n’s eyes widening in shock. “You know how I feel about you not wearing panties in public. So next time, we’re going to keep them on, yes?”

“Yes, daddy,” she said, a blush on her face as he slipped her wrists through one loop, twisting the fabric before tying her tightly to the headboard, but not enough to cut off circulation in her wrists. He climbed off her body, making his way to her closet where he knew she kept her toys for when he was away. “Daddy.”

“Yes, princess?” he called out, pulling down the box on the top shelf, settling for the vibrator he had gotten her for her birthday the past year.

“What are you going to do?” she questioned, watching him return with the bright green toy, his shirt now unbuttoned as he pulled it from his shoulders onto the floor.

“I told you. I’m not going to let you cum,” he said turning it on to a medium speed, sticking it in his mouth to wet it before rubbing it lightly over her clit causing her hips to buck up towards him. “Hips stay down, princess.”

“But I didn’t say anything else bad,” she muttered, Ashton pressing the toy down harshly on her clit causing her to moan loudly before pulling it back to teasing her once again.

“You’re right, you didn’t baby. You were such a good girl until you went and took off your panties in the bathroom. So, now, I’m going to punish you.” He pressed down a bit harder on her clit, circling the vibrating toy over her nub as he turned it up another speed, letting the toy drop down to her opening to collect some of her juices, letting it trail back up rubbing over her. He legs started to shake as she tried as best as she could to keep her hips down, whimpers escaping her lips as she tried to hold it together. “You close, princess?”

“Y-yes, daddy,” she moaned, her hands pulling on her restraints as she cried out. “Can I cum?” she asked quickly, only to have the toy pulled away from her, a loud whimper escaping her lips as she breathed heavily trying to catch her breath.

“Why isn’t daddy letting you cum?” he questioned letting a finger trail up through her folds collecting the wetness spilling from her as she shook from the sensitivity.

“As a punishment,” she responded, eyes closed as she heard the vibrator turn on once again, bracing herself.

“And why is this your punishment?” he questioned pressing it to her her clit again as she moaned loudly once again, back arching off of the bed.

“Because you don’t like to hurt me,” she said quickly, panting heavily as pleasure took over her once again, her orgasm building up quickly from being denied the first time as she moaned loudly over and over, Ashton loving the way her body thrashed against the mattress trying to relieve herself. He’d rather watch her like this than watch her ass turn a bright shade of red, spanking her harshly. “Cum?”

“That’s not a full sentence,” he said, turning the speed up once again as she screamed trying desperately to hold it together, only to have him deny her orgasm for the second time. Her body fell back to the mattress, sweat starting to coat her body as she looked at him through hooded eyes. She could tell he was enjoying watching her beg, but knew he wouldn’t last much longer, especially when it started to become painful for her. He knew her body just as well as she did and what her limit was. He placed the toy down next to her body, situating himself between her legs, face level with her pussy, eyes gleaming at the amount of her arousal dripping from her onto her satin sheets. “Such a pretty pussy, baby,” he muttered letting his tongue lick a stripe up collecting some of her juices in his mouth before diving in, her arms tugging desperately at the restraints now, wanting to tug at his hair and push him deeper into her pussy. It didn’t take long for her orgasm to build up for the third time, now hanging on by a single thread as she tried to get the words to flow from her mouth.

“CanICum? CanICum? CanIcum?” she practically chanted, her words flowing together as he pulled back from her, another whine escaping her lips. “Fuck, Ash.”

“I’m sorry, what’s my name?” he asked gripping her face in his hand. “You didn’t seem to have any issues calling me daddy in front of the guys and management? Why not now in the comfort of your own bedroom?” She didn’t respond, letting her brain process what was going on. She desperately needed a release, but her cunt was so sensitive at this point, she wasn’t sure she could handle anymore. “I’m speaking to you princess.”

“I’m sorry,” she muttered looking into his eyes before looking away once again. “I’m so sorry.”

“I know you are, princess,” he said leaning up to press a kiss to her lips. “You’ve been such a good girl, handling your punishment.” He crawled off of her, feet touching the floor as he pulled off his pants and briefs, his cock standing at attention as he rubbed over his tip looking at her carefully. “You’ve done such a good job, it’s my turn to please you.” He didn’t bother with a condom, crawling back onto her before slowly pushing inside of her, letting out a moan from how wet and tight she felt around him.

“Fuck,” she moaned, her legs wrapping around him once again as he started to thrust into her at a quick pace, his hips snapping against hers harshly as one hand dug into her hip most likely going to leave bruises the next morning while the other held him up as she moaned loudly with each thrust. Her orgasm was approaching quickly, he could feel her tightening around her as she struggled to form coherent words, digging his face into her neck as he left love bites along her flesh.

“You can cum, princess. All over my cock,” he let out in a raspy breath, her body shaking from the orgasm as she squirted, the sight setting him over the edge as he pulled out, releasing over her sweat coated stomach as she caught her breath. They both took a minute to calm down, Ashton retreating to the bathroom to grab a towel using it to clean himself off of her before untying her wrists from the headboard, kissing at her skin repeatedly before peppering her face with kisses. “Was I too rough?”

“No,” she mumbled kissing his lips as she struggled to stay awake, Ashton catching the hint as he settled in next to her, cuddling her body tightly to his.

“I love you so much, baby,” he whispered in her ear as she nestled into his body even more than she already had.

“I love you too, Ash.”

Here is something to consider about polytheistic cultures in the old days:

We actually don’t know how many of them were actually properly pious.

The first course I ever took in Near Eastern Studies was your basic 101 course about the history of Mesopotamia. My professor was talking about a Sumerian ritual where they would remove a statue of a deity from their temple and take it in procession to another temple, where the deities would visit with each other. Then they’d take the deity back home.

I still remember my prof saying something like “We don’t know how many people actually believed the deities were talking to each other.”

We don’t know, we assume. We assume that our ancestors always 100% believed in the deities. We forget that the ancestors were people, like us. We forget that they wrote crude graffiti on the walls or sang really, really filthy songs featuring their deities. (Seriously, they’re filthy.)

So remember, if you don’t know what the fuck you’re doing, chances are if you go back far enough your ancestors had no clue either.

Me, a Larrie, in court:

Antis: Your honor, this Larrie, and others like her, RUINED Louis’ chance at being a real father, DROVE HIM UNDERGROUND SO HE NEVER PUBLICLY POSTS ENDEARING MOMENTS WITH HIS SON and ENDED his relationship with his beloved leggy actress girlfriend, Danielle Campbell. 

Judge: Larrie, how do you plead?

Me: 

Antis: MONSTER!!!!!!!!

Judge: What do you have to say for yourself?

Me:

Judge: Then I have no choice but to end babygate and Douis, based on the efforts of the so-called Larries.

Me:

Do your thing. Do it unapologetically. Don’t be discouraged by criticism. You probably already know what they’re going to say. Pay no mind to the fear of failure. It’s far more valuable than success. Take ownership, take chances, and have fun. And no matter what, don’t ever stop doing your thing.
—  Asher Roth

#89 “Did they hurt you?”
#90 “I don’t need a hero. I need a friend.”
#93 “Why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?”

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“Did they hurt you?” The doctor asks, checking your body for wounds. “I could, you have no idea what I could.”
“I don’t need a hero, doctor. I need a friend.” You whisper after he left out a relieved sigh that you aren’t injured.
“I’m so…I’m your friend.” He says after an awkward silence and you feel bad.
He did so much for you..
“Can I ask you something?”
The situation is awkward enough, so why don’t take the chance?
“Sure.” He nods.
“Why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?” Curious you look at him and his eyes widen surprised before they get sad.
“Because it’d make it real when you’re awake.”

If you apply the “Mirror Test” to something and it sounds wrong, chances are it’s wrong in the original setting.

Example: If you’d find it disgusting if someone made a Netflix series titled, “Dear Black People” filled with instructions on what black people should and should not do, all while the creator of the series takes to Twitter saying “Fuck Black People” multiple times, then you should find it disgusting if the term “black” is replaced with “white.”