why are you wearing so many clothes

I wonder if one of the causes of animosity towards “entitled millennials” is that many millennials are poor people who look rich.  There’s this growing class of people who wear nice clothes, have fancy new electronic gadgets, go out to eat nice food… and will never own a home or have a retirement fund or put a child through college.

It’s so easy to say “if you cut down on the avocado toast maybe you could save up”, and so hard to accept that a house these days is fifty thousand avocado toasts, and that’s why so many of us have just given up.  We don’t treat ourselves because we think the world will take care of us when we get older; we treat ourselves because we know it won’t.  Might as well feel and look good on the way down.

Houses During Pride Month
  • I am a shit who never posts and I'm only posting now because I signed up for a summer class at my new school that starts on Tuesday and I have 40 pages of homework problems. Yes.
  • Gryffindor: They are into everything happening, they're showing up at every fricking event. Would totally punch a punk in the face for making a homophobic comment. Just like a giant party. Pride colors all the way.
  • Ravenclaw: Has made so many signs. Why so many signs? You don't know. They don't know either. Signs everywhere. And stickers, but mostly signs.
  • Slythein: Wearing the most obnoxiously overdone clothing possible just to piss people off. If not, literally doesn't talk about it at all until someone makes a comment to their face that's homophobic and they just smile and stare into their eyes while they reveal their sexual/gender preferences.
  • Hufflepuff: Is hosting all the best house parties, has stickers all over their car. Might do something really cute like make pride cupcakes or wear a custom shirt.
honestly

why can’t girls just be nice to one another? like fr???? I see so many girls bringing other girls down. honey you are NOT a “cake face,” a “hoe,” a “bitch,” or a “skank” for wearing the clothes you like or the makeup that makes you feel beautiful! post selfies! tell other girls you like their lipstick! start loving yourself and others! and I’m not just talking about white cis girls. ALL WOMEN NEED TO START RESPECTING EACHOTHER. I can not tell you how many times I’ve been called a bitch or a slut just for wearing clothes I think are cute! honestly I am tired of all the women on women hatred. every time I see a girl I try to compliment her! a simple, “I love your hair!” or, “cute shirt!” goes a LONG way! let’s stop hating eachother and ourselves please. ladies you are ALL beautiful! WOC, trans women, everyone!

I will hold on to you

@emmagrangergood sent me a prompt 💙 :)

Okay, so I’ll admit, I had my difficulties with this prompt :D (which I’ll put at the end, so you guys can be as oblivious as our boys :D) That’s why it has taken me ridiculously long to get to this ask. I thought of maybe doing something about Auror partners and a fake relationship thing… Maybe I should have gone with that :D Anyway. Another idea hit me when I was listening to Taylor Swift’s new album on repeat ever since she released it and there’s this song and I love it so, so much and so… yeah… here we go :D

It’s also on AO3 :)


He didn’t want to move. There was so much pain. Pain everywhere. His arms, his legs, even his toes felt sore. And thinking, thinking felt like someone was drilling a hole in his head. This really wasn’t fair. Ron never got hungover. Was this the universe’s way of creating balance? Punishing Harry for Ron’s dumb luck?

He tried to sit up, regretting it immediately. His stomach definitely didn’t agree with moving. At all.

“Ugh, I’m never drinking again,” Harry mumbled to himself, slowly sinking back down.

“You say that every time.”

Startled, Harry turned around much quicker than he should have. The room started spinning, making him extremely queasy. His eyes wouldn’t focus properly, but he could make out a naked torso beside him. Pale skin. Blond hair.

“Oh, it’s you. For a moment I thought I would be forced to have a really awkward conversation with one of our friends.”

“Which one of our friends?” Draco asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I don’t know.”

“Are you telling me you were so drunk, you would have slept with Blaise? Finnigan? Thomas? Theo?” He paused. “Longbottom? Weasley?”

Harry wanted to laugh, but he was afraid of what his stomach would do then. So instead, he settled into a more comfortable position, putting his hands underneath his pillow.

“God, can you imagine? Besides, you were supposed to keep an eye on me. You know what happens when I drink.”

“I do know. Why do you think I’m here?” Draco said, shaking his head in mock disapproval. It made Harry frown.

“You sleep here almost every night. I don’t even remember the last time you slept in your own bed.”

“Is that a complaint?” Draco said in a challenging tone. Harry wouldn’t have needed to see his face to know there was a smirk on his lips.

“Yes. You’re very clingy in your sleep,” Harry replied with an answering smirk.

“Excuse me, I was under the impression you liked that. Well, if you feel that violated, I’ll just sleep in my room tonight.”

Please don’t.

It was on the tip of Harry’s tongue. He bit his lip to prevent him from embarrassing himself. It was bad enough he had feelings for his flatmate… Okay, at this point, Draco was definitely more than his flatmate. He had become his best friend. He couldn’t ruin that by blurting out something stupid. No.

“Seriously though,” Draco grumbled as he threw back the covers and leaned down to retrieve his clothes, “I can’t believe you were thinking about sleeping with one of our friends. Who, by the way, are all in committed relationships. It would have caused so much drama!”

“I wasn’t thinking about sleeping with anyone!”

Now that wasn’t exactly true. And it became harder and harder to hide it every day. Literally. Draco, running around the flat in just his pants or simply a towel, really wasn’t helping this whole situation either.

“I know you weren’t,” Draco said with a grin as he buttoned up his shirt. “I guess you’ll stay a virgin forever.”

“Hey!” Turning beet red, Harry grabbed one of the pillows and threw it with all his might. “Take that back!”

“They should call you ‘The Boy Who Stayed Abstinent For The Rest Of His Life’.”

If only Draco knew! But even if Harry decided to tell him, he wouldn’t even know where to begin. Just thinking about it made him so nervous, he felt like throwing up. Oh, wait, maybe that wasn’t nervousness… Yeah, it definitely wasn’t nervousness.

“Ugh,” Harry groaned, pressing his face into the mattress.

“Five more minutes, Sleeping Beauty. Then you’ll have to come and help me clean.”

“How come you don’t feel sick? You had more to drink than me!”

“Easy. I’m better at everything,” Draco chuckled with a shrug. Harry rolled his eyes and pulled the covers over his head. Going back to sleep wasn’t an option, though. He’d feel awful afterwards, he knew it. Reluctantly, he manoeuvred himself into a sitting position.

Getting dressed took about ten minutes longer than it usually did. Not only because his stomach protested to this kind of activity, but because he couldn’t find any clean socks.

Harry’s heart instantly began beating faster. Socks. Oh Merlin! He nearly felt assaulted by the memory his mind was suddenly springing on him. It had been such a disaster!

“Draco,” Harry whispered. “Draco, wake up.”

The blond let out a grunt and buried his face in the crook of Harry’s neck.

“Let me sleep.”

Harry chuckled, ruffling his hair. He didn’t want to wait. He knew it was childish. Christmas morning was tomorrow. But he wanted Draco to have his present now.

Christmas had always been a little sad for Harry. It hadn’t even been the fact that he’d had to watch Dudley open his ridiculous amount of presents each year. Well, that too, because it had been a reminder that there was no one in this world who cared for him. At Hogwarts, it had changed. He had come to spend Christmas with his new family. And being with the Weasleys was one of the best things Harry could have imagined. He hadn’t thought it could get any better than that. That was before Draco had joined them.

“Accio present,” he muttered, careful not to move around too much. A moment later, the messily wrapped present flew into his waiting hand.

“Draco,” he whispered again. “Merry Christmas.” He held the present to Draco’s ear. Maybe the crinkling would pique his interest.

“What’s going on?” Slowly, Draco opened one eye and rested his chin on Harry’s chest.

“It’s your Christmas present.”

“You’re supposed to give me that tomorrow. Has nobody taught you how Christmas works?” Draco froze, realising what he had just said. “I didn’t mean it like that, I-”

“It’s okay.” Harry’s smile was genuine and he felt a warm trickle down his chest when Draco gave him one in return.

“Alright, you impatient child. Give me my present.”

Harry watched anxiously as Draco took his time with the wrapping paper. For Merlin’s sake, how long was this going to take? When Draco’s hands stopped moving and his expression became puzzled, Harry stopped breathing.

“Socks. You’re giving me socks?”

Harry pressed his lips together.

“They’re… fluffy socks.”

“Seriously? Socks? The most boring present ever?”

It was hard not to feel hurt.

“And this couldn’t have waited until tomorrow because…” Draco looked at him expectantly.

“I was too excited,” Harry said sheepishly, trying to hide how tense he was. Well, what had he thought Draco’s reaction would be? Of course he’d think it was weird. And boring. Draco had no idea what these socks meant to Harry. What he was trying to say with them.

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Practice

Requested by @captaindanindlovu​. I hope you like it!

Summary: Jared Padalecki x reader. Gen gives Jared and the reader permission to do what they’d like.

Warning: Smut, dry humping

Word Count: 2500

A/N: I’m still new to this RPF thing, so I hope y’all enjoy this! XOXO


Sex scenes aren’t the most comfortable scenes to shoot.

Sex scenes are even more uncomfortable when you’re shooting in front of the guy’s wife, who just happens to be visiting and has been given permission to be on the closed set.

Sex scenes are even more uncomfortable when you’re trying to get over the attraction you’ve developed to said married guy.

And sex scenes are incredibly uncomfortable when the married guy who you’re simulating sex with gets an erection. In front of the visiting wife.

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My contribution to the Call My By Your Name fandom

I may be wrong, but…

So, I was listening to “The Mistery Of Love” and when the Hephaestion/Alexander verses came on I had a revelation, brought to me by this flash I had of a random fact I learned many years ago while reading Hephaestion’s page on Wikipedia. 

There was this time when Alexander’s army had just won a battle in Persia and he and Hephaestion were visiting together the captured royal family. The Persian Princess begged Hephaestion to spare the lives of her family members, because she thought he was Alexander (since they were wearing similar, rich clothes). After this misunderstanding, Alexander reacted saying  “You were not mistaken, Mother; this man too is Alexander.

Have you guessed, now, why the author chose this particular couple to be in the song? 
They were so united, so “one soul abiding in two bodies”, as Aristotle used to say, that Alexander considered them to be one person, one being. Ring a bell?

He considered his lover to be him. Therefore, he calls him by his name

BTS / Their S/O undresses at night

REQUEST: Can I request a reaction to BTS waking up in the morning and seeing that you took your pants off in the middle of the night?

This might not be exactly what you requested, but I hope you still enjoy!


Jin

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned


It was the first time you were spending the night with him, so it was normal that you were a little awkward. When you basically insisted that you were going to sleep with jeans and your sweater on, Jin just laughed, telling you that you were probably going to regret it.

Telling him that you wouldn’t, you got into bed with him, trying to calm your beating heart down. He was really close to you. So close that you weren’t sure you were going to be able to sleep at all.

But his soft breathing and the feeling of his warm body next to yours calmed you down enough to realize that you were actually almost sleeping. And then Jin’s prophecy came true. You just couldn’t sleep with jeans on. It was hot and uncomfortable.

At first, you decided you’d just suffer, but a few hours later, you realized that sleep was more important and sat up in bed to slip your jeans off. When you sleepily lied down on your pillow again, you saw Jin’s smiling eyes.

“Oh. Did I wake you?” you asked awkwardly.

“Yeah,” he said, smirking. “I told you you’d regret it.”

You groaned. “Sleep.”

“I’m trying,” he replied, wrapping an arm around you again. “But I can’t sleep unless you’re sleeping, too.”


Suga

Originally posted by chimtae

Yoongi kept trying to convince you that you undressed in your sleep, but you never believed him. You were always too exhausted to remember what you wore to bed but you were certain that you woke up in the same clothes.

“No,” Yoongi disagreed. “I’ll prove it to you.”

You just shook your head, dismissing this topic and went back to what you were doing before he interrupted you.

Once it was time to go to sleep, Yoongi gave you a sneaky smile. “Let’s take a picture.”

“I’m too tired,” you sighed. “Let’s just—”

“Come on, just a quick one. In front of that mirror right there,” Yoongi pleaded.

Groaning, you agreed, simply unable to tell him no. Your exhausted brain didn’t see through his plan as you smiled tiredly at the mirror while he took the picture and then finally allowed you to go to bed.

You fell asleep as soon as your head touched the pillow.

When your alarm rang in the morning, you extended a hand to reach for your phone to stop the annoying noise. When you opened your eyes to put the phone back, you noticed that Yoongi was awake. For the first time in your relationship, it looked as if he woke up first.

“You never wake up before me,” you said matter-of-factly.

“Get out of bed,” he told you.

You frowned. “What—”

“Do you remember how we took a picture before going to sleep last night?” he asked while you sat up, stretched, and stepped out of bed.

“I remember… something,” you said, yawning.

Yoongi extended his hand, not saying anything. He was showing you the picture he presumably took last night. It was you and him in front of the mirror, both of you wearing sweatpants and warm sweaters because the heating in your house wasn’t ideal. Only, as you were looking at the picture, you realized that Yoongi was still wearing the same clothes, while you were only wearing the sweater. Which was inside out for some reason.

Groaning loudly, you realized what he had just done.

“Did you seriously just take that picture so you could prove this to me?” you asked.

Yoongi grinned. “Yes. And see? I was right.”

“You’re unbelievable.”

“Have a good day today,” he said, still smiling, but closing his eyes and cuddling into his pillow. “I’m going back to sleep.”


J-Hope

Originally posted by mvssmedia

You had just come home from the cold weather outside. Even though you took your coat and shoes off, you could still feel the snow on you and you couldn’t stop shivering. Hoseok made you hot tea so you’d warm up and told you to go to bed. You were exhausted after a long day, though, so you fell asleep before he even brought you the cup.

Smiling at your sleeping face, he wrapped the sheets tighter around your body so you’d stop shivering even in your sleep, and then he went to take a shower before he joined you in bed.

When he left the bathroom forty minutes later and got under the sheets, preparing to wrap his arms around you, he almost screamed in horror at the feeling of your cold feet against his legs. He swore you were wearing three pairs of socks before you got into bed.

“Y/n?” he whispered, checking if you were awake.

You didn’t reply, clearly still sleeping. Hoseok didn’t want to wake you to tell you to put your pants and socks back on so you wouldn’t be cold. Clenching his teeth, he threw his leg over yours so his body warmth would warm you up. For the first few moments though, he felt as if the opposite was happening – your cold was passing to him. But soon, he felt you warm up and he wasn’t as cold anymore, either.

In the end, he decided that he preferred warming your body with his, instead of telling you to dress as warmly as you could.


RM

Originally posted by wreckitrapmon

Namjoon liked to hold you in his arms when you slept together and the first few nights he was awakened by you trashing feverishly in his arms. He woke up in shock, releasing you from his grip and watching you take your sweatpants off. Raising his eyebrows in surprise, he realized that this is what you were trying to do all along. You must have gotten too hot in your sleep but his strong arms around you didn’t allow you to relieve yourself from this warmth.

Obviously, as soon as you lied back down in bed, he wrapped his arms around you again, hearing you sigh in content, and smiling to himself.

He got used to this habit of yours later and it became somewhat of a tradition. Whenever he’d feel you nudge him at night, he’d let you go, wait until you undressed so you were comfortable and then hugged you again.

“Why don’t you just not wear pants to bed, to begin with?” he asked you one morning.

“Because I’m cold before I fall asleep,” you said, shrugging your shoulders. “I take them off when I warm up.”

“I’d warm you,” he suggested.

“No offense, Joon, but you’re just as cold as I am when we go to sleep,” you told him. “We’re a mess of chattering teeth and shivers until we fall asleep.”


Jimin

Originally posted by namj00nsweetie

Normally, you brought your pajamas when you stayed over at the dorm with Jimin, but this time, you showed up, not planning to spend the night. Which is why when Jimin convinced you to stay because it was snowing outside (“Baby, it’s cold outside,” was what he said and you had the song stuck in your head the whole night), you didn’t have what to wear to bed.

Jimin had offered you his shirt but for some reason, you felt uncomfortable wearing so little clothing when the rest of the boys were just outside of his bedroom. So, you went to bed wearing the same clothes that you came with.

Needless to say, it soon got really uncomfortable to sleep in jeans and a hoodie that was comfortable during the day but was going to kill you at night. When did it get so uncomfortable? It was starting to get too much for you, so still not being fully awake, you slowly took your jeans off and then a few minutes later removed your hoodie, too.

It felt much better and you swore you haven’t slept that well in months.

What you forgot, however, was that you tended to throw your covers off of you when you slept, which is why in the morning, you found yourself on your stomach with your arm hanging outside of the bed while Jimin was forced to sleep in a pile of blankets.

And like it tended to happen a lot in the dorm, Hoseok burst into Jimin’s room, opening his mouth to say something until he noticed the sight in front of him: you in your underwear and nearly out of bed while Jimin was in a cocoon of blankets.

“That’s an interesting scene…” Hoseok mumbled, pulling his phone out to take a picture of the scene so he could tease Jimin later.


V

Originally posted by mvssmedia

He always had to cuddle when you slept with him. It was natural that you got hot and undressed as much as possible at night. Sleeping next to him was like sleeping next to a heater in summer.

“Why do you always undress at night?” Taehyung asked after he woke up one morning.

“Because you’re too hot,” you answered simply.

He smirked at this. “Is that so?”

“No, wait, that’s not what I meant,” you replied, suddenly blushing. “I mean, you produce so much warmth when we sleep, it’s impossible.”

“It’s probably because you’re hot too,” he said, still smiling. “And extremely cute when you’re blushing.”

“Let’s not talk about this,” you asked, covering your face with your hands.

“No, don’t hide your pretty face from me,” Taehyung said, trying to peel your hands away from your face, so he could see you. “Do you think if I wore extra clothes to bed you’d be even hotter and therefore take more of your clothes off?”

“Tae!”

“I’m just checking,” he shrugged his shoulders, laughing. “I’m probably going to have to try that.”

“I’m going to refuse to sleep with you if you do stuff like that,” you told him.

He gasped dramatically. “How could you say that?!”


Jungkook

Originally posted by justanotherwriter1

Jungkook usually slept with the covers off. That is, he threw them all off of him at night, and all of them landed on you. Naturally, you were suffocating under a large number of blankets, even if it was winter. More often than not, you found yourself waking up just so you could throw your pajama bottoms off in hopes of feeling some more air.

Obviously, you tried to throw the covers back to him but his cat-like reflexes blocked your throw and the blankets found their way back to you in a second or less.

“Jungkook,” you said loudly one morning after you woke up sweating.

He was startled awake and looked at you in shock. “What happened?!”

“Look at us!” you said, struggling to get your hands out from under the covers. “I’m dying in here.”

“Why do you have so many blankets on you, then?” he asked cluelessly.

“Because you threw them all off!” you said. “Honestly, I love you, but this is driving me crazy. Not even taking my clothes off is helping me endure this.”

“Not even—wait, you’re not wearing clothes?” he asked, his eyes lighting up instantly.

“Of course not. It’s already as hot as it is, I don’t need—” you were cut off by Jungkook who gathered every blanket and started to pull it off of you. “What are you doing?”

He pulled all of the blankets away from you and threw it off the bed. You felt yourself shiver instantly but Jungkook seemingly didn’t notice that as his eyes scanned your body that was only hidden behind a white see-through oversized shirt.

“We’re not using blankets anymore,” Jungkook said, decidedly. “We can keep each other warm if we need to.”

The Signs As Texts I’ve Sent II

Aquarius: “I REALLY JUST WANT MY FRIENDS TO KNOW I APPRECIATE THEM AND I’M BAD AT SHOWING IT”

Pisces: “I have a YouTube channel where I only show half my face and read things that maybe could be considered poetry”

Aries: “We should make a petition or something and send it to the government”

Taurus: “I mean my favourite songs range from 80s pop to Green Day to Celtic rock to country to acoustic to Donald Where’s Your Troosers”

Gemini: “If you thought the reason why I was close to tears is because of Raphael Santiago being asexual you’re 100% right”

Cancer: “It looks like a demon could appear any minute but so could a cup of tea if you get my drift”

Leo: “I THOUGHT HE WAS WEARING A BIG FLUFFY COAT THING BUT ITS SOMEONES HEAD”

Virgo: “The most stressful thing is deciding how many and what books to bring”

Libra: “I require menstruating people to form a deathcore band with me”

Scorpio: “I just flung my arm out and cracked my wrist and elbow at the same time”

Sagittarius: “I’ve decided to only bring colour coordinated clothes on holiday with me so I’ve got three pairs of black jeans, four black t-shirts, a black hoodie and my black converse.”

Capricorn: “I tried to type "have fun” but instead wrote “hand gun”“

Loki Imagine - You Realize He’s ‘Odin’

WARNING! Ragnarok spoilers!!!!

Originally posted by kreons

Your P.O.V.

Ever since Thor had left Asgard, going back on Midgard to be with his human friends, Odin had been acting strange. I was a maid in the royal castle and a long time ago I had been great friends with Loki. He had been the only person I could lean on and it was the same for him. Sadly, he got dragged into a pit of darkness and during the chaos with the dark elves, he had died.

I had cried for weeks in row, not being able to handle my crushed heart. A part of me hoped he was still alive and to this day, I mentioned him in my prayers to Valhalla.

It was evening and Odin had returned from his daily duties, which nowadays consisted of theatre and other fun things. The people of Asgard seemed to enjoy the less uptight king but I thought it was fishy.

As I put the books back in place in the library, someone walked in. I stood behind a shelf and held my breath as I saw Odin. He looked around him after closing the door, almost as if he searched for other people. What on earth was Odin doing in the library? I had never seen a book in that old man’s hands.

Odin walked to a tall bookshelf and looked around. Instead of grabbing the book with his hands, he lifted his hand and a golden shimmer appeared around his fingers. Then the book levitated to him magically. A gasp left my lips and I dropped the book I had been holding, making Odin notice me.

Our eyes met and we were quiet for a while. That’s when I put all the puzzle pieces together. Of course! I couldn’t have been this dumb. ‘’Loki’’ I whispered and stepped out from my hiding place. He seemed a little stressed now. ‘’I know it’s you, quit the act’’ I added harshly and felt adrenaline in my veins. My heart was beating harder and I was a little scared.

‘‘Fine’‘ He groaned and let his magic vanish, revealing the truth. Loki stood right in front of me, tall and healthy. His black hair was shiny and he was wearing his usual green clothes. Seeing him alive blew my mind. I covered my trembling lips with my hands as tears stung my eyes sharply. A shiver ran down my spine and I tried to process this all.

‘‘Y/N I can explain’‘ Loki attempted to speak with me but it made it worse. Hearing his voice brought back so many memories. A sob escaped my lips and I closed my eyes, trying hard to contain my emotions but I couldn’t. I had lived long believing my best friend and the man I adored had died!

‘‘W-why didn’t you t-tell me?’‘ I whimpered and looked him in the eye. Loki seemed genuinely worried now. I could almost see a hint of sadness in his pretty blue-green eyes. ‘‘I couldn’t afford getting caught but here we are’‘ He smiled lightly almost like this wasn’t a big deal.

‘‘I thought you were dead!’‘ I raised my voice which caused him to shush me immediately. Loki stepped right in front of me and he grabbed me by my wrists, gently tho. His touch sent another shiver to run down my spine coldly. My entire body was quivering and my mind was running in circles.

‘‘I know, I know and I’m sorry’‘ Loki whispered to me softly. That’s when I couldn’t deny my actions anymore. I freed my wrists from his hands and wrapped my arms around his body, hiding my face in his chest. His scent made me feel like home again. Loki hesitated for a moment until he decided to hug me back, wrapping his arms around my frame safely.

I was crying lightly and my hot tears soaked his clothes. Luckily, Loki and I had been friends through tough times so he had comforted me before. It was bittersweet tho, because he was the reason for my tears this time. ‘’I missed you’’ I admitted and sniffled. Loki’s cool hands were patting my back gently.

‘‘I missed you too’‘ He let me know and it swelled my heart a little bit.After a while of hugging, I looked up to see his face. His eyes were glistening but he wasn’t crying. As he saw me facing him, he offered me a tiny smile. There was absolutely zero signs of mischief. He was actually there and he cared.

We gazed into each other’s eyes and somehow he made my anger fade away. I knew that somehow he could explain this all to me in a way it would make sense. Suddenly Loki’s hand travelled up so he cupped my face, wiping a tear away with his big thumb. His touch felt nice and I was pretty sure my cheeks warmed up.

‘‘I’m glad you caught me’‘ He admitted silently. I couldn’t help but to let out a chuckle. He was back and it filled me with joy. Suddenly Loki leaned down and the tip of his nose brushed against mine. My heart skipped a beat because I was taken by surprise.

‘‘May I?’‘ He whispered and I felt his breath on my lips. My entire body felt tense because I was so nervous but I didn’t back off either. I nodded and that’s when he shut the distance between us by pressing his rosy lips on mine. It felt perfect. My eyes shut and I melted into our luscious kiss. 

For a perfect moment, I forgot about all the pain. Loki fucking kissed me! Our lips molded almost like they were made for each other. I felt like I was on fire because the passion inside me crawled through. I held onto his shoulder and pressed myself closer, devouring his lips with pleasure.

Our emotions were evident in our sweet shared moment. We had both missed each other madly and during that time, we had both realized how much we truly cared for each other. It was obvious now that I cared about Loki in a romantic way and he seemed to feel the same. 

After a while we had to part so we could breathe. A smile appeared on my face and Loki seemed surprised by his actions. Luckily, he smiled as well. ‘’That was nice’’ I let him know quietly. ‘’Indeed my princess’’ He purred and the way he spoke sent a thrill to my body.

 Loki pulled me close again and kissed me hungrily, all our feelings finally pulling through. After years of nervous talk, hinting about our feelings yet never doing anything about it, this was truly an overwhelming moment.Loki bit my bottom lip, asking for access for a deeper kiss.

Just like that, the God of Mischief made me forgive his actions and I melted against him like ice in sunshine. I was just thankful that he was alive and well and all the explanations would be told later, not now.

I was glad I caught him too.

duncanoa-blog  asked:

Why do businesses have dress codes?

Classism. The whole idea that we have to “look right” is a holdover from what capitalism evolved from in the first place. It was, and still is, a short hand to tell who the serfs and the nobles are - or in the case, the hourly and the salaried workers.

Artificial scarcity is one of the means by which they enforce this. “Good” clothes are priced out of range of low wage workers, so even when they do have the liberty to wear as much and want to, they are often not able to afford it. A country club that requires a fancy suit to enter is going to be largely out of access to most low wage workers.

This applies to both employees of a place and to guests of a place.

Capitalism further expands the idea, however, by turning employees into branding. There is absolutely no functional reason why, say, a retail cashier couldn’t wear a comfortable dress. It does not hinder their job in any way, and no one needs them to wear a name tag to know that if they are standing at a register with the light on that they are there to check you out.

When you look at corporate structure you can see a direct line between the lowest wage workers’ clothes and the highest wage workers’ clothes. Some of that does come from safety concerns - steel toed boots for construction workers, for example - but many people find sturdy boots hella more comfortable than oxfords. Even so, when was the last time a CEO wore steel toed boots?

This applies mostly to workers of a place.

There’s also racism involved. We see this often in the way specific POC hair styles are banned to workers, and how certain styles are banned to guests. What your hair looks like doesn’t affect most, if any, jobs. It also doesn’t affect the vast majority of other guests. But you can ban dreadlocks on account of white matted hair being dirty, and you successfully lock out a healthy style for POC. It also allows people to demand conformity to a different social standard - such as requiring flattened / straightened hair - that reinforces the model minority myth.

This applies to both employees of a place and guests of a place.

There’s a lot more nuance to how racism affects this stuff that I just don’t have a frame of reference for, and if you’re interested in learning more I highly recommenced POC activists and social theorists bc they can explain more than just the basics as well as more accurately describe how classism, racism, and capitalism all go hand in hand.

[EDIT: please see this post regarding conflating black women’s marginalization with the marginalizations experienced by other POC.]

Shy Shawn

Request: can you do an imagine where the reader compliments Shawn and he gets all blushy and shy because he isn’t used to being the one complimented?

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“Are you nearly done?” You call out to Shawn. You can hear the sound of slight ruffling from the inside of the changing rooms as he puts on one of the many shirts that he wanted to try on. He’s getting a growing obsession with buying cool shirts that the fans like for him to wear to the meet and greets he does before concerts, and the actual concerts themselves.

You’re not entirely sure why, but he values your opinion of his clothing and outfit choices the most above everyone else, so you always just go along with it when he wants you to try to help him pick 2 or 3 shirts out of the 10-15 he likes to try on. He’s honestly becoming more obsessed with clothes and shopping than you are… and you kind of love it.

“Yep!” Shawn shouts back as he opens the curtain to the dressing room and struts out awkwardly, pretending he’s walking the catwalk again like he did once. “So, what do you think?”

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I’m Your Huckleberry: Coda 13x6

Ao3

“Cas, gonna watch a movie,” Dean hollered over his shoulder as he headed down the hall to his room. Cas got up and followed him.

“What are you planning to watch?” Dean was poking his head into Sam’s room. 

“Hey Sam, wanna watch Tombstone?” Cas listened to Dean as he waited just two feet behind him. 

“Haven’t we seen that like a hundred times?” Sam’s voice was one of complete and utter disinterest.

“Fine, suit yourself.” Dean turned to Cas and said, “Looks like it’s just you and me.” He moved past Cas into the room and Cas followed him again. After some moments pass where Dean sets up the movie on his laptop, Dean takes the laptop to the bed and pats the space at his side. “Okay, get comfortable.”

Cas hesitated a moment next to the bed then took an awkward seat. “What makes this movie special? Are there Jedis in this one?”

Dean laughed. “No. Scoot back or you won’t be able to see anything.” Cas moved onto the bed more and had his back pressed to the headboard. Their legs lined up. Things were warm and nice this close. Dean cleared his throat. “So, this is the western that I told you about.” He was smiling  a bit at the screen.

“With cowboys?”

“Yeah,” Dean said with a bit of reverence rolling off his tongue.

“You really like cowboys.”

Dean swallowed and said, “Well, yeah.” He ran a hand up through his hair. “What’s not to like? They get to wear cool hats. They also get some of the best lines in all of the movies. Boots are cool.”

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APOLOGETIC LIBS

A fun, easy-to-use format if you, a public figure, is dragged into an apology for a destructive history of sexual harassment or assault!

Hello. I want to address the stories told to [reputable New York-based print publication] by these [number] [type of person you sexually preyed on while taking advantage their trust in a professional environment]. I just want to say right now: these allegations are true. I am writing this letter to [verb that isn’t quite a synonym of “apologize”] to the [synonym for “beautiful”] women I’ve hurt in the past. I’m [adjective that’s not “sorry”] for taking out my [dick].

I came of age at a time when standards were different. It was [any time in human history that wasn’t like three weeks ago]. Almost anything was acceptable. It was okay to [verb you’d do on a farm] women. I saw my father once [verb you’d do in an Orange Julius] a woman with a [noun you’d shoplift from a Sharper Image] he found at [Lids hat store]. That was just the norm back then. You could basically do anything to a woman, especially if she was a [number less than or equal to six]. I mean, in the eyes of the law a woman less than a seven is a [type of house pet]. You’re allowed to take them to the vet. I heard that once. Again, I’m [word that’s not “sorry”] about my [dick].

I honestly don’t remember the allegations about my [dick]. I have a pretty bad memory. I don’t even remember what happened in [episode of acclaimed AMC or Amazon drama]. I used to have to read Wikipedia between episodes of [Halt and Catch Fire or Bosch] to remember what happened the week before. How could I forget [extremely detailed recap of season 2 episode 5 of Halt and Catch Fire “Extract and Defend,” which is the one where Cameron and Joe cross paths, sending Cameron into a tailspin and Gordon searches for connection as he absorbs difficult news]! So of course I wouldn’t remember corning a woman in the bathroom at our [place of work] and going to [verb] her [noun] and then taking out my [noun] and making her [verb] it while blocking the [door or window] so she couldn’t [verb] even if she wanted to. That just wouldn’t really make an impression.

Look, I’m not afraid to admit it. I am a cute little pervert, and so is my [dick]. I am sick, just like [friend or co-worker who is an actor on a streaming show or a member of the United States senate that you want to throw under the bus to take the heat off your apology] who is also definitely a predator, I have proof. I have harassed all kinds of women. [Nationality] women. [Other “nationality” which borders on racial slur] women. I made both [famous tennis playing sisters] watch me [way of cleansing one’s body with water while standing up]. I’ve always thought [female fast food mascot] was very attractive and I once ordered a venti [favorite flavor of Frappuccino] and put my [dick] in the cup so it would look like the Starbucks mermaid was sucking my [dick]. Look. How many times do I have to say it? I’m [not quite “sorry”].

In my defense, honestly, you can’t say these women weren’t a part of the problem. Of course they were asking for it, why else would they be named [female name that ends in “i”] or [literally any other female name]? They would walk all around you at parties wearing [type of clothes] clothes. Can you believe it? [Type of clothes] clothes! You could clearly see their [non-sexual body parts]. Come on. How was I supposed to resist? If a woman really didn’t want the attention, why would she be wearing her [body part]? She[any amount of the letter “e”]esh!

This story has encouraged me to address other aspects of my life. I will go to rehab for being an a[dick]t. What I’ve learned from this ordeal is that I am an extremely influential [profession] who is admired by [number between three million and all] people and could’ve been [a more academic profession] if I had wanted to, everyone in my family thought so, I just didn’t want to go to that many years of grad school. Also, in other news, I now choose to live as a [gay or religious] man. Please give me and my [gay or religious] [dick] our privacy.

Again, I would just to end by [gerund that is not “apologizing”] one more time. Please [Christian noun] for me as I go on this journey of recovery. And hey, cut me some slack: at least I’m not [Woody Allen].

Sincerely,

[Your name] and [your name]’s dick

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4x01 “Lazarus Rising”
On the Aspect of Objectification and Invasion of Privacy

So I re-watched this episode the other day and I felt the need to type this up after this scene rolled around, because imho it is actually quite a disturbing moment as it is one incident of many over the course of the show in which Dean as a character gets objectified (yes, he partially joked about just that in S3 when he has his “She’s All That”-moment with Bella and yes, it is also one of the few incidents outright playing with the notion of Dean on SPN being framed with typically female associated stereotypes such as prettiness, being emotional, etc.) or rather downright harassed.

As I said before the list of Dean having his privacy - physically as well as mentally - invaded is a long one. Think of Meg force-kissing Dean without his consent or how Amara got way too close into Dean’s personal space and overrode his agency. Azazel is another good - or well, horrifying, example - but there sure are many more incidents in which characters either comment on Dean’s good looks in a defaming/degrading fashion (you could even count Bobby’s “princess”-comment here, but for the moment I’d file that under parental loving teasing even though of course there are a lot of problematic things that could be said about this) trying to ridicule Dean or catch him off-guard or physically get way too close to be considered in any way appropriate.

The reason why this scene makes me so deeply uncomfortable is due to how a) it is embedded into the narrative and b) how it seems to be supposed to be perceived by the audience.

So let’s take a deeper look at this scene, shall we?

We start into this scene with Dean having just returned from Hell and being plagued by his experiences there as the flashbacks clearly indicate. It’s just mere days after he dug himself out of his grave and the first few minutes the audience meets Dean after the last it seen him was one season prior when he was strung up on chains about to be pulled apart in Hell by meat hooks. And yes, Dean’s Hell is sadly rather descriptive of Dean’s entire life in which he was the one desperately trying to keep a family together that was drifting apart with him smack in the middle and therefore ending up being the one hurt most. He was pulled apart alive figuratively speaking, in Hell - as we know - he was pulled apart literally. From everything that we can gather from Dean’s flashbacks and later on the confrontation with Alistair who is probably the prime example for the abuse Dean suffered mentally and physically in Hell and what he continues to reveal to Sam over the course of S4, it is not too crazy to assume that Dean has been subjected to torture and abuse of any kind and in ways unimaginable.

Keep that in the back of your mind when looking at this scene play out and also keep in mind why Dean after Hell proceeds to sleep only fully clothed (I’ve written about that topic, about protective layers last in my “Dean Wearing John’s Old Leather Jacket” before HERE). That’s telling you a lot without Dean having to say a single word about what happened to him in Hell. So yes, keep all that in mind and now look at this moment again. The reason that Pamela throughout the show and the few times she pops up is framed as “a friend/good person” might be why people don’t pick up on it immediately, but what Pamela does here is wrong and disgusting on so many levels and checks all the boxes for harassment/non-con. Sure, her and the boys have joked about a threesome before, but this right here is never in any case okay.

And it gets even worse when you know that the only people he was touched by with “loving hands” after 40 years of torture were Bobby and his brother - and I bet even those hugs must have been somewhat difficult at first (even if they then were very cherished). Now he is back, but barely with head above water and trying to find out who saved him from Hell and they go see a stranger and then that woman proceeds to just grab him between the legs. There is nothing remotely normal or funny about that and when you look at Dean’s face you can tell how freaked out he is about the whole incident. He is fragile all over in this entire episode and scene (the whole season really, and frankly who wouldn’t be after returning from Hell) and so self-conscious about the handprint alone. Just showing that bit of skin to someone he doesn’t know you can see is a task for him and then right before this happens.

And then there is the question of how the show intended for this scene to be perceived. I’d argue many casual viewers would not recall this as an extremely problematic moment at all and that is exactly what unsettles me tbh, because similarly as “Yellow Fever” - and yes, I can understand Dean being afraid of a cat may seem funny, but really the whole episode is not - I feel/fear most casual viewers would probably smirk or even laugh. Now tell me, would they do that if the roles were reversed..?

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tis the spooky season, have a werewolf!seungcheol!

  • for as long as you’ve known seungcheol,,,,and that’s been exactly three weeks since he switched his class into yours,,,,,you’ve seen him wear the same hat every day
  • a white baseball cap, perfectly simple and never ,,,,,,well not on his head
  • and you wouldn’t have noticed this,,,,until your professor assigned a long-term project that you would end up needing a partner for
  • and who was your partner? according to the mixed roster of names your professor emailed the class: choi seuncheol
  • you’d swapped contacts in class, at that point you didn’t even bat an eye at his hat,,,,,
  • but then you started meeting up to discuss the project and,,,,that hat was on his head - rain or shine
  • sometimes it didn’t even match his outfit
  • other times, you’d look around and see that people took off their hats coming into the library or other boys would do that thing where they lift the hat, run their hands through their hair, and then slip it back on
  • but seungcheol? never moved it
  • looking at him,,,,you just assumed maybe this was his style
  • broad shouldered, athletic physique, a handsome face fit right for the role of a star quarterback crush,,,,,,looking at him it was like seeing every lead in a high school romance
  • he even dripped of the same, slightly dazed charm
  • “oh, i never would have thought of that - you’re so much smarter than me!” he chuckled into his hand once and you’d turn away in embarrassment 
  • that’s when you noticed something even stranger than the hat,,,,,the sleeves of seungcheol’s shirt were so long
  • to the point that they reached the center of his hand, basically all you could see were his fingers
  • you looked up at him and you thought for a second,,,,,,is he hiding something?
  • “balding. he’s balding.” your friend seokmin suggested and you scrunched up your nose
  • what hair you could see sticking out from the cap didn’t look thin,,,,you were pretty sure it wasn’t balding
  • so one afternoon,,,,when it was sweltering in the library - uncommon since it was usually like a freezer in here, you couldn’t help but stare at seungcheol’s jacket and cap
  • “aren’t you hot?”
  • he looked up and smiled “physically? i think im pretty hot.”
  • you narrowed your eyes “no, not like that. i mean,,,,how are you wearing so many layers.”
  • you could see his shoulders tense and he just looked at you “im fine.”
  • you weren’t sure if you believed him, but it wasn’t like you expected him to just up and take his clothes off in the middle of the library 
  • yet, as he got up to get a book for your research, you went after him
  • you were away from the study area of the library, the dark corner of some bookcase when you finally saw why seungcheol was always wearing that cap
  • he had taken it off, smoothing over his hair like everyone else did
  • but then,,,,,,unlike anyone else,,,,seungcheol had two ears - dog ears - situated right in his locks
  • they weren’t big, just the right size to be flattened against his hair and hid by the cap
  • a fuzzy, contrasting grey color and before you knew it you let out a gasp
  • seungcheol turned, staring at you and in the dark his eyes glowed
  • “i- i -”
  • with a speed you could describe only as inhuman, you found your back pressed to the shelf
  • “you didn’t see anything.”
  • seungcheol hovered over you, those glowing eyes looked like they were made of yellow gold
  • “i,,,,,,,,,,,,,,wolf,,,,,,”
  • he was looking at you, hands on either side of the shelf and you could see his sleeves had fallen back to reveal dark hair on his forearms, along with scars and scratches some new and healed
  • the kind of scars you got when an animal pawed at you, angered
  • you wondered briefly: did he get those from other,,,,,,,,,,what’s the word,,,,,,,,,,,
  • “werewolf.”
  • his voice was low as his hands dropped down to his sides. you wanted to say something but you realized you didn’t know what 
  • “you can say you’re scared.” he started, voice lower than before, but you just shook your head
  • “no. im not.”
  • he watched you,,,,,,,,and then pushed back,,,,,slipping his hat on and adjusting the sleeves of his shirt
  • you swallowed the lump in your throat,,,,you had so many questions,,,,but more than anything you wanted seungcheol to know,,,,
  • “i won’t tell anyone. i promise.”
  • he nodded slowly “i believe you.”
  • you shifted and he turned with a small smile “i can smell the truth on you.” 
  • your eyes widened,,,,,,,could he really do that?????
  • chuckling at the look one your face, he leaned forward and ruffled your hair. it seemed as if he was just being,,,,,,,,,,seungcheol 
  • “sure i can, werewolves can read minds too!”
  • you gaped “w-what?!?!?!”
  • he laughed, “im joking, but we should get out of here the heat is bad for my hairy arms” 
  • you followed him back to your seat as you got your things together 
  • it was as if,,,,,,,nothing had just happened,,,,,it seemed so normal
  • that when you two finished working, this time sitting in the cool campus cafe, seungcheol said he’d see you again tomorrow
  • but before he went you blurted out “i think your,,,,,,,,the ears are cute,,,,,,,,,”
  • he blinked and then pointed to his hat,,,,,,,,,,before bursting into laughter
  • “never met someone who thinks werewolves are ‘cute’ you’re a keeper, a real keeper.”
  • he waved and walked away as you stood there, clutching your bag to your chest,,,,,,,,,,you couldn’t tell if he was joking but hearing him say that did get you a little excited,,,
  • dating a werewolf seemed like something new - plus wasn’t halloween just around the corner?
Little Things

Originally posted by downwiththemachine

Request: Opie imagine, something cute & fluffy.

So I was recently reminded how much fun I had with Shorty, so I decided to use that as my inspiration for this. Opie with a short girl is adorable. Hope you guys like it xx

Timeline: First season, obviously for this one there is no Donna or kids.

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“Stay still.” You ordered.
Opie obeyed, stilling his movements from his position on the floor. You sat on the bed behind him, your legs either side of his shoulders as you braided his hair.
He had a beer in front of him and was rolling a blunt while you worked on his hair, both of you absentmindedly watching reruns of The Simpsons on the small tv in his dorm room.
His hair was soft and long and you liked the way your fingers felt when they touched it.
Without moving his head he reached out for his lighter and sparked up the joint, taking a long drag and blowing out a plume of smoke before he passed it to you.
You took a drag, letting the smoke fill your lungs and you relaxed your grip on his hair as you held the smoke in. You turned your head to the side and blew out a long, slow cloud before you passed it back down to him and you continued working on his hair, running the wide tooth comb through his locks.
“Really man?”
You both looked up as Tig spoke. He was leaning against the doorway between Opies dorm and the hallway.
He had his eye brows raised as he watched you braiding your old mans hair and Opie shrugged.
“What? It makes her happy.”
You couldn’t help but smile at his words and the hint of a blush crept onto your cheeks. Somehow after all these years Opie still had that affect on you.
Tig shook his head and you stuck your tongue out at him before he left.
Opie stretched his arms out and began to stand.
You pouted up at him, putting on your best puppy dogs eyes.
He laughed. “Im just going to get some snacks.”
“And then can I finish your hair?”
Opie frowned, as if the answer was obvious. “Of course.”
You grinned and met his lips as he reached down to kiss you and he passed you the rest of the joint.
He walked out of the room and you smiled to yourself, finishing off what was left of the blunt. You blew out your last cloud and stubbed it out in the ashtray beside the bed when you decided to help him.
Opie always underestimated how many snacks you could eat. You may be little, but you could almost eat your weight in food, especially when you were high.
You jumped off the bed, his large t-shirt dropping around you like a dress and padded across the carpet to the kitchen.
You were just about to enter when the mention of your name made you stop.
You hung back and backed up against the wall and tilted your head, listening carefully.
“Don’t get me wrong, she’s a great girl. But why go for a girl thats so short when you’re so tall?” Tigs voice asked. “Doesn’t make sense to me.”
“I don’t care how tall she is man.” Opie answered. “I love her. She always wears my clothes even though they’re huge on her but I love it. And I can pick her up whenever I want, even though she always tries to fight me.”
They both sniggered and you smiled to yourself.
“She stood by me for five years when I was inside, man. Visited me every week for five years. Not many old ladies could put up with that. But her, she never missed a visit. She’s a smart girl, she coulda gone anywhere, been with anyone she wanted. But she chose to stay with me and I’ll always love her for that.”
Your smile spread wider as you heard the love in Opies voice and you silently turned the corner.
His back was facing you and you snuck up behind him and leapt onto his back.
He didn’t even move, your weight slamming into him having no affect on his strong stance.
He let out a laugh and grabbed your legs, hoisting you up further onto his back and you draped your arms over his shoulders.
“I love you.” You whispered against his ear.
He turned his head to the side and pecked your lips before grabbing the bag of potato chips and candy in his hands and nodded to Tig.
And Tig watched in awe as Opie piggybacked you back to his dorm, the love the two of you shared clear to see.

~

The front door opened and Opie followed Jax inside.
You had told him this morning you were spending the day at Jax’s house, helping Gemma get the place ready for Abels homecoming.
‘Im in here!” You called, your voice slightly muffled.
The boys walked into the kitchen and took in the sight.
You were standing on the counter, on your tip toes, desperately trying to reach the top of all the cabinets with your feather duster.
“You need a hand?” Opie asked while Jax sniggered.
You glared over your shoulder and reached a little further.
“I can reach.” You said. You swiped over the top of the cabinets and turned to face them.
“How was your day?” You asked, a sweet smile on your face.
“Good.”Opie said and moved towards the counter and reached for your hands, helping you down.
“Don’t you wanna stay up there, ya know, see what the world looks like to normal people.”
Opie laughed as he took you by the waist and lifted you off the counter and you kicked your feet in Jax’s direction.
“Fuck you, Teller.” You said, raising your middle finger and thumping Jax’s arm with your fist once Opie placed you on the ground.
Jax laughed and leant his arm on your shoulder as if you were an arm rest.
You rolled your eyes. You were used to Jax leaning on you all the time and as much as you argued with him you knew he would never stop. And you would never admit it, but you didn’t really mind.
“Thank you for helping.” He smiled down at you.
You nodded in response. “Anytime.”
“You finished?” Opie asked, peeking out of the kitchen and scanning the spotless house.
“Yeah, Gems just finishing up in the nursery.”
The three of you walked down the hallway to the nursery and found Gemma smoothing over the quilt in the bottom of the cot.
“Hey sweetheart.” Gemma smiled when she saw her son.
He walked into the room and kissed her on the cheek.
Opie stood behind you, pressed against your back, and his hands resting on your sides
“It looks perfect Gem.” You smiled at the matriarch, admiring the work she had done in the room.
“Thankyou baby.”
Jax stared between the you and the cot, an amused look on his face.
“What?” You muttered, suspecting he had thought of something new to tease you about.
“I think you could fit in here.” he gestured towards the cot and leapt towards you.
You squealed and ran behind Opie, using your boyfriend as a human shield.
Opie rolled his eyes while Jax laughed and Gemma gave him a scolding look, but she wore a smirk.
“Thats enough, Jax. Shes been a huge help.. Well, maybe not huge.” She smirked and looked you up and down.  “But she’s been a help.”
You gasped and stared at Gemma. “How dare you join the dark side.”
They both laughed and Opie sniggered before leaning down and  kissing your forehead.
“C’mon, lets get you home before you kill someone.”
You said your goodbyes and you led the way outside and Opie took your hand as you walked.
You walked in comfortable silence as you made your way to his bike and he handed you your helmet when you finally reached it.
“I can, you know.” You said in a hushed tone, turning towards him with a wild spark in your eyes.
Opie looked at you questioningly, one eyebrow raised. “What?”
“I can fit in the cot.”

~

You sat in Opies lap. both of you smiling as you watched Jax rocking his tiny newborn.
Gemma stood behind him, a proud, teary smile on her face and Wendy sat to the side, watching her child and the man she loved.
The club was crowded around the room and everyone watched the SAMCRO prince with his son.
Jax looked up and eat his best friend eye and he shuffled towards you and Opie.
Ever so carefully he handled you the baby and you smiled down at Abels sleeping face.
“Hes perfect.” You smiled up at Jax.
Jax grinned down at you and Opie squeezed your thigh.
“Its a shame he’s not a girl, then you two could have shared clothes.”
You kicked your foot out, colliding with Jaxs shins while the rest of the club laughed.
Opie rested his head on your shoulder and the two of you watched Abel as everyone else began to mingle.
“You want one?” Opie whispered in your ear.
You turned to look at him.
His eyes were sparkling and your heart soared, your love only growing stronger as you pictured what a great father Opie would be.
“More than anything.”
Opie smiled and kissed your lips.
“But Id have to have a c-section.” You continued.
“Why?” Opie asked as he took a swig of his beer.
“Jesus, Ope have you seen the size of you? Your baby would destroy me.”
He let out a deep laugh and nodded in agreement.
You stood carefully and walked over to Wendy, handing her back her son.
She smiled at you and you kissed her cheek.
“Hes beautiful, Wendy. You did good.”
She didn’t need to say anything else, your supportive words were enough and she thanked you silently.
You turned back to Ope and took his large hand, tugging him up to his feet.
“Cmon.” You whispered to your bearded giant. “Lets go make a baby.”

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Towards All Tomorrows

Inside the Meido

A little girl tugs at the only thing she can reach, the strange green skirt. She mumbles sternly, “No crying”
The woman shrieks, scaring the little white-haired girl, whose eyes shut and ears flattened in pain. After feeling warm familiar arms, the young hanyou opens her golden eyes to find the strangely dressed miko hugging her close.
“I’m not alone!” The miko exclaims, though the girl did not know she was talking to herself.
“Of course not, stupid!” She reprimanded softly.
Kagome blinked and put enough distance between them, though still not wanting to let go of the only other soul in this darkness, to see who this little demon child might be. What a strange thing for A CHILD to say. She wouldn’t put it past Inuyasha to say something like that but …
If she hadn’t been so scared, she would’ve cupped her mouth with her hands in instinct but she just gasped and gaped at the girl who was giving her a strange look.
She sniffed, “You smell weird. Who are you?”
This is Inuyasha’s child! It has to be! She looked to the jewel, seeking clarification. After all, why would the jewel allow her to see anyone? What was it plotting? But it gave no answer to her silent question.
She looked back to the girl to find a frustrated expression and a twitching ear that she knew all too well. She knew that the hanyou child was getting impatient. Kagome smiled, “I’m-”
“MORIKO!” Kagome whipped her head about at the sound of Inuyasha’s voice. Instantly the girl shouted back, “PAPA!”
Was she not an illusion after all? “INUYASHA!” Kagome yelled as well.
“You know my daddy?” The girl questioned. Kagome smiled, “Of course I do. I love your daddy towards all tomorrows.”
The little girl’s face lit up at that. “You’re-”
She paused and sniffed the air. Then she wrenched herself from Kagome’s hold and ran towards … Kagome’s heart wrenched in pain as she saw Inuyasha appear, the tetsusaiga in its meido form casually laid back one shoulder. “Inu-”
“Moriko, are you alright?!” She giggled as he sniffed her, checking her well-being.
His little girl climbed up on his other shoulder once he finished. “Papa! Look!” She pointed but she didn’t need to, he already knew.
Inuyasha had smelled her and heard her begin to say his name the moment he’d come here. At that moment he remembered his wife saying that time was a tricky thing, and that it was best not to mess with it. But what the hell am I supposed to do now?? She’s already seen both of us.
The young Kagome smiled, and his heart melted when she spoke, “So you got to have a happy future. I’m glad.” He could smell the tears beginning and nearly flinched.
“Kagome …” He didn’t want to spoil the future and he chose his next few words carefully.
“I guess the meido’s fabric of time is different. Somebody important to me once said that time is a tricky thing,” he quoted his wife, “Perhaps you were meant to meet us before so that you would know what you would be coming back to.”
“Ah.” Kagome rubbed her eyes, which were already raw. She was beginning to accept that Inuyasha must’ve fallen for another woman and had a child. She knew she shouldn’t ask about the future but … “Come back? Do I leave? Am I stuck on the other side?”
The young half-demon on his shoulder looked confused. “Daddy? What are you and mommy talking about?”
Kagome deadpanned, then blushed and Inuyasha put a hand to his face and groaned (but secretly enjoying young Kagome blushing). “So much for trying to avoid screwing up the future.”
There was a moment of silence before the older Inuyasha steeled himself, “Kagome, have faith in me … The- the young me” He clarified.
The pure soul that was Kagome smiled, “I have to believe that the future is not set, Inuyasha. Besides, I know better than anyone that ‘time is a tricky thing.’ But what’s going on? How are you here and not your younger self?”
“He’s here too, looking for you. As for why I’m here, this little rascal got too close to the meido. It was an accident.”
“Sorry Daddy.”
He nodded to her, then continued, “Kagome. You’ll know what to do, and you can do it. I promise.”
Inuyasha turned then, whipping his sword through the air, opening a meido. Through the opening, Kagome could make out an unfamiliar house and garden on a sunny evening.
He stepped forward, then leaped through. On the other side, the little girl on his shoulder waved. Inuyasha turned and yelled through time, “The idiot forgets to say it but I’ll say it for him: I love you!”
Then the portal shut before she could reply. It was so sudden that she burst into tears despite the fact that she has already cried all her tears away. She wasn’t sure if it was because she was so happy, or because as the portal was gone so could that future.
After some time, the jewel spoke again, “Be true to your heart, Kagome. What will you do?”
She gathered herself up from her knees, holding Inuyasha’s words dear to her soul. Kagome stared at the jewel with new determination, “I won’t make a wish. I believe Inuyasha will come for me.”

Ten years later

“Soooooooooo, how was your little trip?” His wife grinned innocently from the doorway, her arms crossed over the swell of her belly. He was only a few weeks away from meeting his second child. He smirked as he remembered his bet with her over his unborn’s gender.

His mind acknowledged her question, and remembered what happened before he jumped in after his daughter. Kagome had simply watched, as if she hadn’t been concerned in the slightest.

Growing bored watching her father pondering his thoughts, Moriko hopped off and dashed up the few steps to hug her mother’s leg as all children often do. She rubbed her cute chubby face in the fabric, apparently in love with the sensation, then perked up, “Momma! You won’t believe it! We met your twin!”

Kagome smiled softly at her daughter, but before she could say anything, her daughter continued, “Papa called her by your name though…” she gasped, “We traveled through time! Just like you used to do! Why did you wear those strange clothes? I could barely reach them.”

His wife pressed two fingers to her own forehead, feigning that she had a headache, “So many questions.”

“Keh.” Inuyasha ascended to her side, tickling her ear with his soft whisper, “You were just as annoyingly smart wench.”

She returned his smirk and smacked him a quick kiss. “And you were just as impatient.”

The couple watched their daughter bound about the yard like a puppy, which she technically was being part-demon. Kagome sighed, “And energetic as well.” She pulled his clawed hand and pressed it to her swollen mid-section. He nearly jumped at the harsh thump that came from inside her. He was used to this one being calm, only hearing its heartbeat.

Giggled at his reaction, she gave him this expression full of love, “I love you.”

Cupping her cheek, he replied, “Towards all tomorrows.”

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*squeals loudly* I AM A GENIUS!!!

WEEEELLLLLL This took two hours of my ‘study time’ … no regrets

lookie wut I made @keichanz