what is that thing on her head

In the months after that fateful week, Nancy starts taking the long way to chemistry, just so she won’t have to pass Barb’s old locker. She finds herself waking up in the middle of the night from dreams of flickering lights and blood. She shares knowing looks with her brother and lets her mom hug her, but finds it difficult to talk about what happened. How would she describe the emptiness Barb left behind or how painfully right the gun felt in her hand? So instead she puts her head down and studies because she wouldn’t be Nancy Wheeler if she didn’t have a perfect GPA.

Hot and bothered

(Request: Hi! Can i request a rick smut where they are at the prison and the reader is younger and stubborn and thinks she can do things her own way and rick teaches her a lesson with some really dirty smut and handcuffs maybe?)

Note: Enjoyyyy!!

Warning: smut!, mild blood kink, oral (reader receiving)  
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Originally posted by goyardine

You were loading up the car to get ready and go out on a supply run. This was your first run and you were pretty excited. You smiled at Maggie who handed you a gun, and you were just about to jump in the car when you heard Rick shout your name. You turned your head, along with Maggie, Daryl and Glenn.

“What’re you doing?” He asked, walking closer to you.

“What does it look like? I’m going out on a run” You replied, placing your hand on your hips.

“No, you’re not” Rick shook his head and carried on. “Not just yet, you’re not ready”

“Of course, I am!” you defended yourself. You were great at gun training at Hershel’s farm but Rick was still hesitant on letting you go out.

“You’re not my dad Rick, you don’t tell me what to do” you said, turning to get in the car but Rick grabbed your wrist hard, making you look at him in shock. You saw him eye the others before they got in the car and drove away. You watched in anger as they pulled away from the prison without you.

“What the hell was that?” You shouted, yanking your wrist back. You started to walk back to the prison when Rick caught up with you.

“That was me protecting you! You’re not ready (y/n)” he said.

“You don’t know what I’m capable of Rick! I’ve been out there I know what it’s like!”

Rick stared at you for a few seconds before grabbing your arm and dragging you to the cell block. You tried to fight back, trying to pull your arm away only hurt you more than him, so in the end you just went with the flow. You furrowed your eyebrows as you approached cell block D.

“Why are we here? We’re meant to be-” Rick covered your mouth with his hand and pushed you up against a cell door, trapping you with his body.

“I think you’ve forgotten who’s in charge around here” Rick growled, his predatorial voice coming out. You stared into his eyes, hoping he could see how much he was making you wet. He took the handcuffs from his pocket and swiftly put one around your wrist before looping it through the bar on the door and then clasping it around your other wrist. He did it tight, and you knew he wanted to shed some blood, he was hungry for you, all of you. You tried to move your hands to see how tight he did it but a single movement sent a slither of pain around your wrist.

He began to kiss your neck, at the same time undoing the buttons on your jeans. In one quick motion, he yanked your jeans and panties to the floor, leaving you naked from the waist down. He looked up at you with dark, lust filled eyes before he shoved his face into your heat. You cried out as he slid his tongue along your slit, picking up your sweet juices along the way. He nibbled on your clit and then moved his head down lower, starting to enter his tongue into you. You couldn’t stop your hips from bucking forward, you wanted more friction and if your hands weren’t tied you’d push his head further. He was tongue fucking you at an extremely slow place, knowing what he was dong to you was torturous. This was your punishment. He moaned into you, sending vibrations through your body.

“Rick!” you cried out.

He ignored your pleas for a while longer until he gave in to your sweet sounds and placed two fingers in you. He curled his fingers up, making sure to hit your soft spot every time they plunged into you. As soon as he felt your walls clenching around his fingers he pulled out of you, stopping the connection all together and denying you your sweet orgasm. You squirmed against the bars, closing your legs together to try and get some friction that way, it didn’t work.

“Only good girls get to experience their sweet relief. Maybe this punishment will teach you not to defy my orders in front of the group” he growled at you.

He bit and sucked at your neck as his hands roamed under your shirt, kneading at your bare breasts. He took your nipples into his fingers and started pinching them, making you cry out at his touch. You forgot your hands were restrained and you tried to move them down to his hair but the sharp edges of the handcuffs dug into your wrists.

Rick finally moved away from your body and started to undress himself. He left his shirt on but unbuttoned, exposing his sweaty and tan chest. He fumbled with his belt and stepped out of his trousers once they were off. You looked down at his erection and you moaned at the size of it. Rick stepped towards you and grabbed your face in is hand.

“You gonna take my cock like a good girl?” he asked, his voice low and husky from how aroused he was. He loved seeing you squirming and getting hot and bothered over him.

“Yes” you whimpered, almost getting angry at the lack of touch.

He grinned at you before lifting one of your legs up and slowly pushing himself inside of you. He was moving at an excruciatingly slow pace which left you grabbing onto the bars above your head.

“Rick-” You panted.

He looked at you with dark eyes, knowing what you really wanted. He almost felt bad for teasing you for this long, so he decided to thrust into you hard, taking you by surprise. You cried out as he continued to fuck you against the bars, your back rubbing against the cold metal, cooling down your heated and sweaty skin. Rick grunted in between trusts, the sounds of you both moaning was echoing off the walls. You felt the familiar heat rising in the pit of your stomach, indicating that your orgasm was slowly building up. Rick was finished punishing you. He quickly pulled out of you and grabbed a set of keys from his pants on the floor. You watched as he unlocked the cuffs from your hand and you brought your arms down. You looked at your wrists and saw small lines of blood along them.

“Don’t worry about that” he panted, thrusting inside you again. He wanted to feel your hands roaming his body and grabbing his hair. You completely forgot about the mild pain in your wrists as Rick rammed into you, hitting your g-spot over and over and over. You clutched onto his shoulders, loving the feel of his sweaty body under your arms.

“Fuck” Rick grunted into your neck as you hugged his head closer.

“I’m close” you whispered. Your walls were clenching around him and your release exploded through your body, finally Rick allowed you your orgasm and you wrapped your fingers in his curly hair. Soon after you Rick came, his fingers digging into your hips as he pushed into you for the last time, releasing himself into you.

You both stood still and took a minute to catch your breath back. Rick slowly lowered your leg back down and you leaned against the cold bars behind you. “Shit” you laughed, shocked by how good that felt. You had completely forgotten about your wrists when Rick picked them up in his hands. He brought his shirt up from the floor and wiped the small specks of blood away.

“You didn’t mind that?” he asked, unsure of whether you were upset about the cuffs.

“No way, that was kinky as hell” you smiled at him.

He laughed and passed you your clothes, both of you getting changed before heading back outside. “How about I take you on a run tomorrow?” Rick asked.

You looked at him with excitement and nodded your head. “That would be great!”

He looked down to the floor and smiled. He then looked back at you and cupped your cheek before leaving to go talk to the group.
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anonymous asked:

I'm not sure if it's just me, but I have this weird thing like if I'm carrying something, or I'm bored or nervous I just put things on top of my head. And I have to wonder how aliens would react to weird "habits" like that...

I do that too!! You are not alone my friend. And i feel like aliens would just accept our strangeness by now

Ah, human Jess is balancing a potter plant on her head. What ever im done with all this human bull crap

anonymous asked:

Hey rosy! Where do you think Bellamy's head is going to be at in 4x08? Do you think he's completely given up on mending his relationship with Octavia. I found it funny that he had to begin letting Octavia go the same episode it's looking like she's pulling herself out of the darkness.

Oh. 

I don’t find letting go to be a bad thing at all. 

In my experience, when you let go, you then are able to truly appreciate what actually is there. Bellamy is holding onto his relationship with Octavia as it was, with him as the protector and her as the protected. Their singular relationship that was entirely dependent upon their dysfunctional dynamic… or wait… it actually was functional… on The Ark. It kept Octavia alive and together enough that they could get through their horror…. which I’ve begun to think was almost like growing up in a death camp. Right? So their relationship that they’ve been holding onto all this time still comes from that place.

He HAS to let go of Octavia. He’s been trying. But it’s really hard. And she has to be independent. She’s flailing. They have finally both let go. 

They reached the low point. The Ark is gone. The hope for space/nightblood is gone. The Blake siblings are independently at their lowest point in their relationship. His sister his responsibility is gone. He can’t protect anyone. Bellamy needs to find a way to keep going. 

Bellamy Blake needs to find a reason to keep fighting. 

Anyone want to take a guess what I think will be his reason? Something just for himself? Not for his responsibilities to his people or his sister, who he can’t save anyway.

Anyone want to guess how Jasper “I don’t want to survive, I want to live” Jordan is going to push him to come to that conclusion?

CLARKE!

It’s CLARKE!

He’s going to decide that his feelings for her are worth pursuing because he loves her and the clock is ticking and this is all he’s getting anyway. 

2

Still in a daze about the previous night’s revelations, my head was all over the place. I was still waiting for my parents to have a chat about god knows who, and that was lingering on my mind, too.

Pippa was attempting to chat to me whilst Destiny was playing in her nursery. I was only partly paying attention as she chatted away about random things. However, she caught my attention when her face suddenly turned serious.

“Hey Mom, can I ask you something?” 

“Sure, go for it.”

What she said next, was the last thing that I was expecting.

anonymous asked:

We have a flier for a 6 hour sale this coming Thursday(3/23). A woman came up and asked "what's the 6 hour sale" I blankly stared at her a moment and she did that head nod thing waiting for me answer so I said "...a 6 hour sale" just like the flier says. I don't know what customers expect us to say to those kinds of questions

Magical Witch Academia is often compared to Harry Potter, and the influence/inspiration is clearly there (while there have been magical/witch boarding school stories well before Harry Potter, I think it’s probably impossible to do one in a post-Harry Potter world without Harry Potter being an influence, whether you want it to be or not). 

But what I love is it’s almost, like, opposite Harry Potter?

Harry shows up at school and is instantly pretty good at things like flying and basic magic, with lots of untapped powers he wasn’t even aware of (like being Parseltongue).

Akko shows up at school and is immediately awful at flying and basically everything. 

Harry shows up as basically a celebrity, even though all he really wants to do is keep his head down and live a peaceful life.

Akko shows up with most of the school wary of her before they’ve met her, and her dream is to be a big damn celebrity. 

Harry had a terrible home life with a family that tried to bury magic despite his personal family history; Akko’s family seems loving and abundantly supportive of her interest in magic despite their having no family lineage in it. 

The smarmy wealthy blonde rival from a good family in Harry Potter is kinda evil and often breaking the rules just for the purposes of being mean. Meanwhile Diana is actually the best and is honestly right like 99% of the time, and (while this isn’t true of her groupies) she’s not particularly mean or stuck up, just rightly confident in her positions, and regularly puts herself in danger to save Akko or the school from messes (that are… often caused by Akko). 

While in the Harry Potter universe Magic is a big secret, and people go to great length to keep it that way, in Little Witch Academia magic is a known commodity that’s losing popularity, so the witches are basically always promoting it to non-magical folks in an attempt to raise magic’s PR.

I remember one time when I was 18 and lady gaga was like having her breakout moment I read something, not sure if a real quote, where she was talking about like. How she could give herself an orgasm using only the powers of her mind. And I still think about it sometimes out of the blue I’m just like. What thoughts can she possibly be having. Anyway that popped into my head while I was j/o and I had to stop bc I like couldn’t stop laughing about that thought. Idk why it’s so funny to me but it really is and it sent me on such a head trip for a minute there. Anyway I’m done with that and now I’m going to do all those responsible things I said before

anonymous asked:

Momma, i don't know what to do. My gf has borderline and is suicidal. A few months ago things spiraled out of control and she tried to take her own life. After that things got a little better. But now we're on the same path downhill. She says she wants to start taking medication and get help, i even looked up the phone number for her. But she doesn't call. And sometimes it all gets too much in her head and she takes it out on me. I love her so much but i am so tired and running on fumes.

You can’t care for both of you when you’re on a drop yourself. Spend a bit of energy and make the call for her. It’ll suck but it’s better to get her treatment than to try to slow both of your descents. Once she’s got an appointment you can concentrate on what you need to do to get yourself on level ground.

-Lou the Lobster

anonymous asked:

How would you type the winx?

Hoo boy, ok so, again, the problem with winx is that the characterization isn’t always consistent but here we go
Bloom- ISFP encredibly strong moral core, individual identity is super important, and initially her power fluctuated based on her moods.
Stella- I’m almost positive Stella is an ENFP. She’s probably looping a lot tho. She gets off subject a lot, emotions rule her decisions, and she has a bossy streak a mile wide. That being said she also knows just how to cheer/distract her friends when they’re down.
Tecna- INTP, like if you didn’t see that coming idk what to tell you. She’s in her head ALL the time, and rarely considers things from an emotional starting point until she’s in a romantic relationship.
Musa- ISTP, go figure that she and Tecna room together lol, she seems equally in her head and grounded, has a dream of music and does whatever she can to realize it, when she’s put her mind to it she can sail through social situations, though awkwardness isn’t uncommon, keeps emotional trauma to herself.
Flora- ISFJ, Flora in general is… kina placid, she doesn’t have a lot of ups or downs, and has trouble expressing her personal feelings even if she cares for you, but touch her friends (or plants) and you’re dead.(ok flora is my fave so I might be a little biased, I could also see her as a very lowkey INFJ)
Layla- ESTP, Layla is a frickin thinker y'all can fight me on this. In place in her surroundings even if unfamiliar, independent thinker but relatively quiet, her Fe is high enough to be hurt when it seems like she’s not truly part of the “winx”.
Keep in mind I am no expert at typing and am mostly working of vibes the characters give me ✌

anonymous asked:

who is mel and why asre they your litmus test for how much somethings gonna hurt?

So roughly 7 years ago I was a Glee blogger, because my life has been nothing but a series of embarrassing interests, and there was this one fanfic on livejournal that I loved but that was never being updated. So I did the only logical thing I could do and hunted down the author, relentlessly forced my friendship upon her until she loved me, and then used that friendship to make her finish the fic I wanted her to finish.

Now, 7 years later, we’re still best friends. 

I don’t remember if I forced supergirl on her or if she just liked it too because we always like similar things, but we spend all our time swapping pretty painful and goofy head canons. The ‘supercorp makeout with their eyes open’ concept? All Mel. She’s an innovator. A gift to the fandom. Anyway, I do what all good best friends do and try to hit her hard with the angst whenever possible, and the more extreme her reaction is the better my angst must be. 

anonymous asked:

Because I couldn't get this thought out of my head: a slightly crack-ish!AU to Marines. Everything's the same, but whenever she has to fight, Riskua transforms into "Pretty Pirate Princess Ri-chan!" - the only thing it does is make her wear this big, elaborate, frilly outfit. No special powers past what she can already do. Just the temporary outfit change. Nobody acknowledges it, business as usual. Maybe one lowly Marine recruit notices, but nobody takes him seriously.

“But why can’t any of you see it?!” Dear god, they’re all blind, they all continue on as if nothing’s wrong. Though, Johnson supposes, it could be worse. It could be one of the Admirals who undergo’s a magical transformation… Maybe he should stop asking questions.

anonymous asked:

Elesis(BH) pranking/teasing/memeing everyone in the elgang and how they would react ;)

Elsword: He joins her in pranking everyone else.

Aisha: She whines about it and can’t believe that (actually she can) that Elesis would do such a thing.

Rena: She’s surprised, but somewhat amused on what humans do for fun.

Raven: He gets embarrassed to fall for something like that and tries to stay composed, but you can tell he’s trying not to react.

Eve: She is confused on why humans enjoy pranks and spends more time asking Elesis questions than reacting to it.

Chung: He is embarrassed and yells at Elesis about it with his face red.

Ara: She is flustered and falls over when she chases after Elesis with Eun laughing in her head.

Elesis: She is busy pestering the Elgang and is laughing the whole time.

Add: He growls at her to get out of his lab and fumes even more when she keeps teasing him.

Lu: She thinks it’s fun and joins Elesis in teasing others.  She even offers Elesis some ideas for future pranks!

Ciel: He ignores most of it and asks Elesis if she wants a cookie.  She takes the cookie before running off to her next victim – I mean person.

Ain: He is confused and doesn’t get it.  The stares he gives her makes her go away.

anonymous asked:

Hello! I was wondering if you wrote things for Haruka as well. If so, could I have a scenario where she's having a panic attack over the amount of work and pressure that's on her shoulders and it's up to the members of STARISH and Tomochika to help her out?

Smile- Part 1

(parenthesis)=thoughts
bold text =actions
italics =dialogues


Haruka: (Its not finishing….no matter how much I work…I’m getting worried now…what should I do..) shakes head I have to finish it now!

–An hour passes–

Haruka: As I thought…its too much! If I don’t finish by the deadline, the President wouldn’t appreciate it. (Stupid Haruka! Why do you always take more than you can? But I can’t help myself…I want to be of as much as help possible.)
Haruka: feels chest tighten and tears well up her eyes (Oh dear…I’m crying…I shouldn’t but..) tears stream down her cheeks and she rubs her eyes, sobbing quietly, her breathing uneven It just…won’t end…I don’t know what to do..
Tomochika: opens door Harukaaaaa~! Woah are you alright?! runs to her side and immediately pulls her into a hug Try to breath Haruka…Shhh I’m here with you…tell me whats wrong her eyes waver, obviously worried
Haruka: gu.. hiccups Tomo-chan…Its not finishing…I…
Tomochika: (Ah, she’s still been working…) Deep breaths!
Haruka: tries to breathe Tomo-chan..the deadline is tomorrow..I’m really worried that I can’t… feels chest tighten and tears in her eyes again
Tomochika: Will you do something for me Haruka?
Haruka: nods
Tomochika: Lie down there for me. Close your eyes and just rest. I will be back in a few minutes! leads her to the cot and pulls the blanket over her
Haruka: Where are you going Tomo-chan?? sits up
Tomochika: rests her palms on Haruka’s shoulder and makes her lie down again Give me fifteen minutes!
Haruka: But…! I need to write the song!!
Tomochika: Please lie down for fifteen minutes. For me, Haruka looks pleadingly at her
Haruka: worry fills her eyes but she nods, resigned Alright Tomo-chan pulls her covers and closes her eyes, exhaling a shaky breath


–At the main room–

Tokiya: So she’s been overworking herself. his gaze shifts downwards
Otoya: stands up I knew something was off! She looked so tired when I saw her for breakfast!
Masato: She had her breakfast late? eyes widen with concern
Tomochika: She had her breakfast after I forced her out of the room. sighs Its just that inspiration isn’t striking her
Ren: Yare yare, don’t you all think we should do something for the little lamb? leans back and eyes his teammates At this rate, she’ll collapse any time soon. The last time she worked too much, she ended up with a fever
Syo: yeah….but what do we do…?
Natsuki: I know!!! beams cheerfully

–They all look at him hopefully–

Natsuki: I’ll bake a cake for Haru-chan!! claps hands excitedly
Syo: HELL NO
Natsuki: Eh??? Why not Syo-chan??
Syo: WE WANT NANAMI TO SMILE NOT LAND IN A HOSPITAL DUMBO!
Natsuki: looks down ….
Syo: (shit was I too rude?)
Otoya: Natsuki?
Natsuki: jumps onto Syo and catches him in a tight hug You are adorable when angry Syo-chan!!!!! rubs his cheeks against Syo’s
Syo: IYAAA LET GO OF MEEEE
Masato: Cooking is not a bad idea
Tokiya: yes but she had her breakfast late Hijirikawa-san. I’d rather not compromise on her nutrition.
Ren: smirks wolfishly Maybe I know just how to help her~
Masato: Definitely not.
Otoya: Wahh Natsuki!!! Syo’s dying!! He’s dying!!
Ren: sighs you sure know just how to ruin the mood Hijirikawa
Tomochika: claps ATTENTION GUYS!

–The room turns their gaze to Tomo–

Tomochika: clears throat I think I know just how to make her feel better! You all will help, right?
Tokiya: Of course, Shibuya-san
Masato: nods
Otoya: Definitely! Tell us what we should do! looks hopefully at her
Ren: Anything for the little lamb shrugs with a lazy smile
Natsuki: Haiiii! We’re ready~
Syo: raises his hand in a thumbs up as he lies on the floor gu…
Tomochika: smiles That’s the spirit! Now here’s the plan-


I have planned a part 2 for this! Send an ask for it and I shall give you part 2!

No, Simon’s Stupid in General

Prompt: Hey would you mind writing something where fem!Reader was an engineer before the outbreak, and she’s always babbling about the weirdest things, and much to reader’s dismay, her girlfriend Arat and her brother Simon team up to tease her about being such an adorable nerd. - Requested by Anon

Pairing(s): Arat x Reader, Simon x Reader (Siblings)

Word Count: 756

Warnings: none (?) 

Notes: Had to google ‘engineering smart words’. It was a pretty crazy Friday night.

Originally posted by wise-emperor

Originally posted by grab-my-boner

Arat growled and a pillow hit you in the back of the head as you flicked the lamp on. “Sorry.” You called over your shoulder, opening your book to a random page and scrawling down unreadable thoughts. 

“What the hell are you doing?” Arat grumbled, and you smiled at the pout in her voice.

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anonymous asked:

I've been sending frequent Zayadora asks but more things keep poppin' up in my head. We never really hear Isadora have casual conversation except for in a few instances and two I remember well in GM Permanent Record "What were you?" "I was his cute friend." *smile* And then in ACM, "Yeah, you crossed out a lot of stuff. And you wrote some of your own stuff." I'm not saying it means anything but we just don't get to hear her casual dialogue often.

Yeah 😑 I wish that she had more screen time. I think it’s interesting that we never see her and Zay officially meet, but the scene in HS part 1 shows that they have a history. Not to mention all the conversations that she and Farkle hint at having but are never shown. 🤔
I’m sure it has to do with the time constraints.
Another thing to consider is that this show is technically in Riley’s perspective. (Is she a reliable narrator?)

Don’t forget in World Meets Girl, Cecelia Balagot says that she wasn’t in the show enough.
That statement stood out to me. Whether it was something MJ asked her to say, or something she decided to say herself, it’s just true that we don’t see Smackle very often, and I think that we don’t see Isadora very often. Zay brings her out in ACM, though ☺️

     “okay, so i have a question for you.” she took a deep breath, unsure why now of all times she had to get this out of her head. “if you really loved doing something but knew that you had to do something you were…well, terrified of, in order to actually do the thing you loved doing…what would you do? like would you just stop doing what you love or would you be brave and do the thing you’re terrified of first?” she bit her lip once she stopped talking, unsure if she made any sense but positive that she had rambled. tallie refused to look over at the person she’d just spoken to, positive that they could see right through her. her gaze locked on their surroundings instead, feigning interest in the people around them.

  • Me: sees queen Elizabeth is trending
  • Me: hasn't had an emergency news alert from the BBC
  • Me: is confused

Are you ever sorry?“ He asked.

"For loving you?” She smiled and shook her head. “No. There are so many things to be sorry for, but loving you isn’t one of them.”

For some reason, that answer made him even more restless.

“What are the things you’re sorry about, then?” He asked after a while.

“I’m sorry that I wasn’t quite right for you. That you weren’t quite right for me. That the timing wasn’t quite right for us. We were never lacking in love. It wasn’t ever a question of whether we loved each other enough or not, because if love could fill a whole room - ours would have needed more space. It would have burst out of the windows and banged open doors.” She stopped, and smiled such a sad smile it broke his heart all over again.

“You know I loved you so much.” He whispered.

She reached out to squeeze his hand and said, “I know, darling. I know. But even the greatest of loves cannot withstand the wars of this world. And no matter how much we loved each other, it wasn’t a war we were supposed to win.

—  we were beautiful but we weren’t quite right // Genefe Navilon