why does this make me so angry

upd8 about my psych class

  • he’s writing a book about women and how they think
  • he thinks women looking for a serious relationship should follow the “six month rule” and withhold sex for six months to see if the guy will wait. if the guy DOES wait, make him wait another six months.
  • his favorite psychologist is freud which really shouldn’t be surprising
  • he argued with me about why freud is so great when i said i didn’t like him, even AFTER saying that yeah i understand that he made important contributions but he was a sexist pig who sexualized children
  • also i pointed out that nazi doctors also made great contributions to medical fields but that shouldn’t excuse the suffering the “subjects” had to go through, nor should they be your favorite doctor

all in all i’m very angry about the psychology field and how most contributions made were at the expense of women and children, but i didn’t want to get into a full on debate in the middle of class, so i grit my teeth the whole time

  • my teacher fully believes in a milder version of penis envy :/
  • we’re expected to give a presentation and write a paper on events in our lives that have shaped our personality, and while he said it’s fine if we don’t talk about personal shit in our presentation, he went on to add, “you can just include it in your paper.”
  • doesn’t seem to believe that anyone in the class has experienced sexual assault???
  • said ‘we’ve all been teased at some point in our lives, some people are just able to shrug it off better’ as though it is ever the victims’ fault if they are deeply affected by abuse

on the plus side it looks like this class will be a super easy A, and it’s short term, so it’s like 9 weeks of listening to him talk and then i won’t ever have to see him again.

my awareness of social justice issues and my intolerance to being treated like i’m lesser than other people has made it SO HARD to deal with male teachers. i can think of TWO male teachers i have EVER had that i actually enjoyed.

i am never ever taking a psych class from a man again. ever.

I just love how high of a tolerance level Keith has for Lance who’s always egging him on, challenging him, talks a lot, and is so goofy sometimes. 

Most of the time Keith is just making faces at him

or he’s just confused af

or he’s like: “Get the f away from me,” because he really doesn’t want to deal with him

then there’s those moments where he’s just done with Lance

And others where he’s like “Why do I even associate myself with this dude?”

But he never actually gets angry at him and if he does it’s very rare, he more gets annoyed

Keith literally handles Lance so well for a guy who’s so impulsive and has a pretty short temper, and I think that’s really cute.

Harry Fic Recommendation Post

There are so many great blogs and great fics out there that I think deserve more love, so I thought I would do up a post. I have probably missed so many blogs but I will be doing another post when I hit one thousand followers.

Originally posted by ohstylesno

I’ll put the blog first, then some of their fics I love in particular with brief descriptions.

Some of the fics don’t have titles, so the description is the link.

@pendantstyles 

  • Adore - Harry makes a realization
  • Home - Harry being asked about the picture of you in his wallet
  • Talk to Me - giving Harry the silent treatment after getting sick

@harrylillies

@hardliquorhaz

  • Shakespeare - amazing series in which Harry is a poetic frat boy who just so happens to be the TA of your new English class. A perfect blend of romance and angst, does contain smut so be warned.
  • Break M’Own Rules - in which alcohol and pricks make for a messy, angry Harry

@harryslittlelovehandles

@wroteasongabouther

@heart-attack-harry

  • Running on Empty - fainting into Harry’s arms at the gym is one way to get his attention, right?

@harryforvogue

@band-blogging

  • Ruins -  you, along with hundreds of others, are living in a post-apocalyptic society brought upon earth by nuclear war. The effect of this is long-lasting and only allows you to see the sun one every two years. I love this fic a lot, it deserves so much more love and I really hope there will be a part two.

I’m so sorry if I haven’t included your blog in this post, I probably love your blog and have just forgotten to give you a mention. Keep writing more amazing stuff because I love it all!

My masterlist

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so, we all know that originally Tulio & Miguel were meant to be a married couple. and we have them saying these parting words, which’s kinda funny and all-

BUT

in Russian dubbing the above convo goes WAY better and really changes the story.

it starts with Tulio, saying: “Well, we’ve been friends…”

then Miguel adds, quite timidly: “I just want you to know… I’ve been admiring you for a long time-

and Tulio ends with: “Same here.”

so, it’s like Miguel wants to confess his eternal love for Tulio, then they’re interrupted, then there’s Chel, and then Miguel goes all nuts and angry bc he had no chance to say ‘i love you, pardner’ (and it was kinda obvious to me when i was a kid, okay, it was literally the only plot i knew back then!)

reasons why monsta x is ACTUALLY the best group to stan ever
  • they ruin their own self images, so u don’t have to worry about the fact that ur embarrassing because i can promise u, they are worse
  • they’re honestly basically in love with like all of their fans. like why would u need a man when u have shownu promising to marry u n stuff. or when minhyuk says you’re the prettiest girl (or boy, hey, mx don’t care) they’ve ever seen !!!!
  • they’re really including of all of their fans. like some other groups only care about girl fans, or about korean fans, or about some other specific type of fan ??? but like monsta x ???? they literally love everyone ?????????? like even ppl who aren’t their fans ????? like they’re the type to see u on the street decked out in some svt merch and still be like “wow she’s so pretty aw i like her sweater i love woozi” ????
  • they’re all super talented. like shownu’s dancing, kihyun’s voice, jooheon’s rap, hyungwon’s modeling,,,, like what can’t this group do ??
  • they all really love each other. they’re not like those groups where u KNOW that they all hate each other on the low. they may want u to think they hate each other sometimes (looking @ u,,, kihyun) but we all know they’re lying
  • honestly the monbebe fandom is so nice ??? so peaceful ?? drama ??? what is that ??/ we don’t know ??? the only drama we have is when other fans of other groups do something against us. but like other than that ???? where the drama @ ???
  • okay,, guys,, WONHO. THAT BOY. HE IS AN ANGEL. LOVE SHIN HOSEOK WITH ALL OF YOUR HEART EVEN IF U AREN’T A MONBEBE. this boy loves EVERYONE. like he LITERALLY SUPPORTS EVERYONE AND EVERYTHING. he has like 485975973287589375 pieces of “for a cause” clothing and jewelry. like he has this necklace against child abuse (i think it was) ??? he panted his pinky green for this charity type thing. like WHEN HAS YOUR FAVE EVER ?? like honestly i can’t think of anything wonho doesn’t support ?? gay marriage ? hell he’d marry a guy if he can cook 4 him. causes against domestic and child violence ?? sign him up !! he wants the world to be a happy and good place. wow. such an angel. wow i love hoseok. love hoseok trust me he will never hurt u.
  • they haven’t done anything dumb yet. like problematic. ya know what i mean. like they’re probably gonna do something that starts a scandal one day,, but like they try REALLY hard to make sure they don’t say things that could hurt ANY of their fans. like they don’t talk about race or get offended when they hear people think they’re gay or anything. the only thing they get offended at is cucumbers apparently ???? like honestly they’re angels ?? they care about us so much they try so hard to not screw up n hurt us. get u a man who ?? (or 7 of them,, i support that too ??)
  • they’re literally ?? so dumb ?? and so funny ?? like they argued over which greek goddess is goddess of victory,, LITERALLY for like 20 mins. they have no lives. their lives revolve around doing dumb things to make us laugh ?? like ?? they stopped caring about their image before they debuted ?? who cares ?? they don’t ?? lets ruin it ourselves ??
  • changkyun’s VERY strong urge to see wonho naked. why. i’m sure a lot of mbb won’t complain. but why changkyun. why are u trying tto give us a naked hoseok every single time we see u ??? what is ur motive ??
  • kihyun is really violent. like i don’t understand how someone who dresses in a hamster onsie regularly can be so angry ?? where does he store it ?? why is he so sinister ?? (or should i say why does he just do stuff to people and then laugh for like 2 months over it bc that’s all he really does. he gave minhyuk a cucumber once actually. he still laughs over it. like yoo kihyun are u 5 ??? why are u hurting minhyuk like this ?)
  • changkyun’s really bad puns. those r another reason to stan. trust me u hate it at first but eventually u can’t go a day without listening to him make some weird and oddly funny pun about a name or smth.
  • shownu. dad. honestly a real dad. like. throwback to every member calling him dad and reminding him to not forget the room key. honest dad figure. i wish hyunwoo was my dad.
  • minhyuk is really happy nd cute and honestly u could probably smile for like 3 hours just after looking at a picture of him smiling. he’s literally the definition of sunshine. we need more people like lee mihyuk in this world.
  • i ran out of thing to think of and it’s 2am but honestly stan monsta x ? like it’s so worth it ? they’re so caring and funny and loving and talented and like ??? the fandom is so including and amazing ?? like there isn’t even tension between k-fans and intl-fans ?? we literally all just love each other ?? like stanning monsta x is such an AMAZING thing like it cleanses ur soul from all the bad things in this world. i swear. it’s like actually confirmed. monsta x is so pure and wow. just stan those cute 7 little boys who dress up in animal onsies and dance to girl group songs just to make their fans smile and laugh

Please Forgive Me, Lance

Blue hated this so much. She’d wanted to go back on it ever since the first second she stopped letting Lance in. He looked like he’d cry. That made her want to cry, too.

But that had nothing on right now. It was in the middle of the night, two or three am in Earth time- Lance’s time.

He walked up carefully to her, looking her in the eye for two seconds at most, “Hey, Blue…. Look, I know you don’t want me, but I need to know. Please tell me why you gave me up.”

She’d wanted to. She’d wanted to reach out to her boy, to say, But I do want you. And it’s killing me that I can’t let you come back to me right now. And it’s killing me that it’s hurting you. But she didn’t. She couldn’t.

He continues, “Please, Blue… I want to know why you gave me up. I need to know why I’m not worthy of you. Am I even worthy of Voltron anymore?” His voice cracked, forcing the lion’s heart to follow suit. You are more than worthy. If anything I am unworthy of you. I didn’t want to, Lance, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry.

He’d whispered, “Why can’t I ever be good enough? Why am I always just a fill-in? Why can’t I ever be more than just an extra wheel?!” Blue hated this with every fiber of her being. She didn’t want to push him out. But she had to, for Voltron. Fight now, all she wanted to do was tell the world Fuck Voltron.

He’d dropped to his knees now, shoulders shaking. Little splash noises hit the ground. Blue felt her hypothetical stomach drop the second she’d realized what they were. Tears.

But God, how it hurt her when he sobbed, “Why did you even bring me here?! If you were just going to… to ditch me like that, why did you bring me here at all?!”

I’m sorry, Lance, I’m so sorry. I want you to pilot me, but you can’t. Not right now. I love you so much, but I can’t.

He’d sobbed, “I’m not even meant to be on this team! I want to go home, where I’m wanted!”My baby, you are wanted, I’m so, so sorry I can’t tell you and none of us want you to leave. You’re meant to be here, Lance. Please know that.

A whispered voice of, “Lance?” The former Red Paladin had walked over, Lance frantically wiping his eyes. He’d realized it was too late, just letting tears fall.

Lance whispered, “Keith. I just… why doesn’t Blue love me anymore?!” He latched onto the other’s neck, sobbing. I love you so so much Lance, my baby, my raindrop. She felt bad using that nickname. She felt she didn’t deserve it with how she was forced to treat Lance.

Keith had whispered back, “I don’t know, Lance… I’m sorry. I’m sure she has a reason.” Keith had glared up at her. He loved Lance a great deal, she could tell that by his normally fiery and passionate gaze becoming a cold and unforgiving glare.

After Keith had gotten Lance back to his room, probably to sleep, he’d returned. He had the same stony and cold look in his eyes. He was angry that she’d hurt him. Angry at her. She was angry at herself, too.

He told her, “You hurt him. A lot. I don’t understand why you aren’t fixing it. He’s doubting his place on the team because of you.” I know, and I hate it. I can do nothing.

Keith continued, “I don’t know what came over you, but freezing him out like that has made him so insecure. He doesn’t even think he deserves to be called a Paladin. All because you couldn’t spare two fucking sentences to tell him otherwise.” I wanted to. Go, how I wanted to.

She wasn’t angry at him. In all honesty, under all the sadness and guilt plaguing her, she was glad Lance had him.

“I just don’t get it. He was so devoted to you. I mentioned you once outside his door, and he made sure to tell me that you two were very happy together and that you were his lion only. He loved you-still does-and you don’t even care enough to tell him he’s important?!”

“Why don’t you get it, Blue?! I know how it feels to be abandoned like that. It kills you. It makes you feel like you don’t deserve the ground you walk on, the air you breath. It makes you feel so alone, even if you’re in a room packed with people. You’re hurting him so much, Blue. Do you even care enough to fix it?”

She did care. So, so much. She’d be killed for her Paladin without thinking twice. He was her baby. She loved him with everything.

“He thinks you hate him. I know that isn’t totally true. Because if it were, you wouldn’t deserve to be a lion. I try to tell him he’s important and wanted and loved, but he doesn’t listen. He thinks that just cause we’re dating I’m lying to make him feel better. He talks so highly of you.”

I don’t deserve it. I don’t deserve him. I’m horrible and awful and I shouldn’t have ever agreed to Black’s plan. I’m going to strangle her. He doesn’t deserve something like me.

He’d finished off with, “You’d think that after all that’s happened, you’d know that mistakes of this scale last a lifetime, and do irreversible damage.” After, he stormed out, leaving her to her thoughts. She was pushing the other lions out at all costs right now.

I hate this so much, and I’ll make it up to you as soon as I can. As soon as Shiro comes back, you’ll come back to me, and I’ll tell you everything.

She felt awful. She hurt her baby. Made him feel like he doesn’t belong. Made him think she hated him.

I’m so incredibly sorry, Lance. I can’t… I can’t let our connections come back, or I won’t be able to take it away again. I just hope Red will comfort you. Please don’t hate me, Lance. Please remember all the times I’ve told you how great you are.

I hate this so much, and I’ll make it up to you as soon as I can. As soon as Shiro comes back, you'lll come back to me, and I’ll tell you everything. Every single word about how great you are. Maybe then you’ll know why I did this. Please don’t hate me.

Please forgive me, Lance.

honestly tho this is one of my favorite random little scenes

like. we have no context for why Bakugou is good at using a kitchen knife. he just. is

it’s such a random, completely normal, domestic household skill and it’s Bakugou (aka Mr. Baron von Blasty MsSplodokills) who’s presented, by the narrative and the characters themselves, as being really good at it, and i love it

I JUST LOVE HOW RANDOMLY TALENTED HE IS OK and honestly this scene begs the question of, like, did he help make meals at his house??? did his mom make him help out with making dinner?? does he just enjoy cooking?? why is he so good at using a kitchen knife????

what other random domestic skills do you have, Bakugou 

tell me your secrets my angry child

Bakugou is such a Mom Friend ok

Soulmates

Hi guys so this is something new for me. I’ve been asked to write some smut and honestly I didn’t feel comfortable at first writing it but I kinda wanted to test the waters and push the boundaries and I guess I wanted to see if I could write something out of my comfort zone. So here is the finished product! Hope you like it, please send me any feedback… Love - L


WARNING: SMUT, RATED R?

You had always believed in soulmates, since the day you learnt about love, you clung to the prospect of love in your own future, a love that would be strong, powerful and that could handle anything that life threw it’s way. Since the day you learnt about love, you believed that you would meet a lovely man, who hopefully would be kind, handsome, caring, talented and would hold the same interests and passions as you. You knew that you would find a man and if he was your soulmate you would know and hopefully he would know too. But when you met Harry four years ago now, you hadn’t got what you bargained for. You thought that it would be easy, that you would fall in love with your soulmate and that you would be together and live happily ever after. Of course you were too naive, you often were. You were still happy with Harry - not with Harry, not together with Harry, but you were happy being best friends with Harry.

You see, you met Harry when he was just that ; Harry. Before he was the well-known Harry Styles loved by many and hated my few - a jealous few you thought. You both had big dreams, maybe a bit too big for the both of you. Harry had always said “for an awfully small girl, your dreams are very big” and you would frown and he would place a kiss to your forehead and whisper “’s alright though love. Got big dreams for a big heart”. You fell in love with him back then, of course he grew and you grew with him. Him in one direction and you on your own, just as successful in the same industry. Then Harry became just him and you we’re still just you, still madly in love with each other, still naive.

Naive because you loved him and he loved you, but you thought he didn’t love you and he thought you didn’t love him. All too complicated for my liking. You knew he was your soulmate, hence why you were having this one particular discussion, more like argument really.

“I don’t get it love. Why are you going on a date with this dickhead?” he said, sitting on your bed, legs crossed, arms resting on his knees, head resting on hands and an adorable pout sitting on his all too perfect face. You were doing your makeup, elegant, way too elegant for this date, but he still thought you looked gorgeous.

“He’s not a dickhead Harry. He is a nice respectable man and he’s kind” you said, as you applied your mascara.

“Still a dickhead” Harry mumbled making you giggle and look up to meet his eyes and pouty face in the mirror.

“’m being serious Lou” he said, sitting up straight and coming to sit on the edge of your bed.

“H, with all due respect, you’ve never met him” you said, making him screw up his face.

“Don’t need to. Just have a bad feeling” he said, so innocently, almost making you question his true motives.

“Harry please” you said, putting hair spray in your curled hair.

“What? If I was going on a date with a girl and you had a bad feeling I’d respect your opinion and not go, because I trust the opinion of my best friend” Harry said, making you sigh and turn around to face him. Slowly, you stood from your seat at your vanity table, walking towards him and placing your hands on his shoulders as his came to rest on your hips.

“If you truly don’t want me to go, I won’t” you said, looking down at him as his pout slowly began to fade.

“Yer gonna make me feel bad” he said, making you sigh.

“What do you want then Harry?” you said, beginning to get frustrated.

“Just want ya to myself love. Was wrong with tha’?” he said, making you sigh again.

“What does that even mean Harry?”

“I’m jus’ sayin’ Lou. I know you’ll regret it” Harry said, making you angry. 

 “why do you always do this! You say something nice and cute and then I ask about it and you change the subject! What’s that even supposed to mean!” you said, now raising your voice and walking away from him.

“Fine! So you’re saying that everything you’ve ever told about the soulmate shit, is now just forgotten! You said that you’ll know when you meet the person that they’re the one! Well you’ve already met him so what? Is he the one?” Harry said, raising his voice too. But he was right, he usually is. 

 “That doesn’t matter! Why do you even care Harry! You’re supposed to be happy for me!” you said, getting so frustrated that tears ran down you cheeks. In all honesty you hated arguing with Harry. 

 “Maybe because I’m pissed off! I’m pissed off because I know you’re the one but you’re too naive to see that! And I’m too naive to think that someone like me would be your soulmate! Would be the one for you! I don’t want you going on this date because if you go on this date and he is the one it ruins everything. It ruins all possibilities of you waking up one day and realising that no maybe I’m not the one but yes…. Maybe I’ll do” Harry said, his own tears falling down his cheeks and he sat back down on your bed. Feet planted to the floor, arms on thighs, head in hands, head facing downwards. Suddenly everything all made sense and a wave of sadness washed over you. Dropping to your knees in front of him and placing your palms on his knees, you began to talk.

 “Is that what you think?” you said softly, your heart breaking as he sniffed and sobbed a little. No answer from Harry and you had to make him see otherwise.

 “No Harry… No. I, I thought you didn’t love me. Harry listen to me, you, you are perfect, everything I’ve ever wanted. I loved you the moment I saw you, I got to know you and Harry you were perfect. You still are perfect. I agreed to this date because no he wasn’t you, but yes, he was nice and kind and I was tired of waiting for you” you said, making him look at you. 

You stood up, his eyes following you, you placed yourself on his lap, using the pads of your thumb to wipe the tears from his beautiful tanned cheeks. Harry took your small hands in his and placed a kiss against them. 

“Harry I love you, I love you so much and I’m so sorry for not telling you sooner but I was so afraid” you said, making him hush you. 

 “No love. I’m sorry too” he said, both of your tears still falling but coming to a gradual stop. 

“C'mere” you said, pulling his head closer to yours. You placed your lips against his for the first time ever. It was more than you had ever imagined, his lips rough yet soft against your small ones, tears mixing together and lips pushing against each other, intoxicating the both of you.

 A love filled kiss shared between two former friends, the possibility of a love together floating through the air. Your dreams of your soulmate and a strong love true at last. Finally you pulled away, Harry still chasing your lips. 

“Be my girlfriend please” Harry said, making you giggle at how childish he sounded. 

“As long as you’ll have me, my love” you said ,making Harry smile widely. 

“My mother is going to be so proud” Harry said, as you played with his hair.

“Mhmm. Gem will finally stop teasing you” you said, making Harry giggle and place another kiss against your lips.

“the boys will be happy too. Finally got the girl I’ve been pinning over for four years. Louis will be ‘appy, loves yer he does, yer his best friend after all” he said, making you nod.

“My mum’s gonna smother you even more now, you know that right?” you said, making Harry smile and nod. 

“Won’t get a bollocking from your brothers will I?” Harry said making you laugh and tilt your head back, Harry leaning forward a kissing your throat, your hand threading further into his hair as he attacked your neck. 

“Na they love ya. Not as much as me though” you sighed out. 

 “And ya dad?” Harry said, as he sucked at your sweet spot, blood running to the surface and your gasp ringing through the room. 

“Don’t wanna be thinking about my dad right now H” you said, making him tilt your head down to his and placing his lips to yours again, his tongue slipping into your mouth, the foreign feeling making you rut against him, the both of you loving the feeling.

“Probably should call and cancel that date with was his face” Harry mumbled against your lips. 

“Probably” you mumbled back, tongues fighting against each other and your hips moving against his, a particular rub working for the both of you has Harry thrusted his hips against yours in pleasure. 

“Mmm baby” Harry mumbled, out as your hands ran down his chest, undoing the last few buttons of his shirt and running your hands down his chest to his jeans.

“Gonna call him then?” Harry groaned out, as you placed a kiss against his chest, marking him against one of the swallow tattoos. Harry was growing by the minute not wanting this to stop and praying that you wouldn’t stop this to call him. 

“Na fuck it” you said making Harry groan out and flip the both of you over so Harry was hovering over you. 

“Thank God for that. Thought you was going to leave me all hard for a moment there” Harry said, making you both laugh loudly. You giggled as he placed soft kisses against your neck tickling you. Harry sighing into your neck before moving to see your face. His hand cradling your face, leaning down to place a kiss against your lips, the mood suddenly changing. 

“You’re so beautiful” Harry said staring at you, making you blush. Your hands came to rest on his shoulders, pushing his shirt off before pulling him closer. 

“I love you so much” you mumbled against his shoulder, as you placed kisses there.

“Hmm. Think I love ya more pet” he said sucking at your neck and groaning when your heavenly gasp floating around the room, your hips arching off the bed and slowly rubbing against him.

“Harry” you gasped as he placed his lips back on yours. Frustrated, you tried to unbuckle his jeans, groaning when you were unsuccessful. 

“Harry” you said again, kissing his neck and distracting him 

“Yes love?” he groaned as you accidentally rubbed your hand against him still trying to unbuckle his jeans. 

“Get these off” you groaned, as his hands came to push your dress up, bunching at your thighs. Your hands finally steadied against him, managing to undo his belt and then successfully undoing his zip and pushing his jeans down his hips, past his round bum and down to the middle of his legs where he kicked them off.

“Can’t believe that twat was going to get a date with you… You’re too gorgeous even for me” Harry said making, you giggle as he your dress over your head. Harry ’s hands found your waist pulling you closer to him and attaching his lips to yours again. You sighed against Harry’s lips as his tongue entered your mouth, feeling Harry twitch against your thigh. Harry kneeled above you, you rising up so you were kneeling in front of him, you lips attacking his neck, moving down to his stomach, kissing against his butterfly tattoo and finally against his ferns.

 "What you doing love?“ Harry said, directing you back to his lips. 

"Admiring you. You’re perfect” you said, sucking a love bite at his collar bone, earning a loud and full groan from him. Harry placed his hands against the small of your back, lifting up and unclasping your bra before placing the two of you down against the mattress. 

“God you are perfect. How are you so perfect?” Harry mumbled against the mold of your breast, making you moan. Your hands found his hips, pushing his boxers down slowly. Harry’s hands pushed your lace panties down your hips and past your legs, moving them off the bed along with his boxers. 

“Are you sure about this kitten?” Harry said, smiling down at you, you lent up and placed your lips on his, his tongue entering your mouth “yes” you said quickly. Harry took condom out of your draw (he had browsed through your draws once whilst being bored, teasing you afterwards, to which you just punched him).

He placed the condom on, you then wrapped your legs around his hips, Harry then pushed the tip of him in, making the both you gasp. 

“Fuck” Harry said, as he pushed the rest of the way in making you arch your back against him and moan out. 

“God it’s like you’re made for me” Harry said, as his lips find yours. 

“Move H” you said, sighing into his mouth at the heavenly feeling. Harry pulled away and placed his forehead against yours as he began to trust slowly and deeply into you making you gasp again as he instantly found your g-spot. 

“Harry, you feel so good” you said, squeezing around him and making him groan and throw his head back.

“I love you so damn much” Harry said, placing his forehead against yours again, placing soft and passionate kissing against your lips.

“Gonna -fucking hell- take you on so many dates and- ummphh - treat you like a -shit so tight- Queen” harry said, as he continued to trust against you.

“Oh God Harry. Faster” you gasped against him, beginning to meet him with his thrusts. You placed your legs further up Harry’s body, now wrapped around his waist, making it able for Harry to hit a new angle inside of you.

“Oh God babe… So close” Harry said as you tugged at his hair. Your back arched and your eyes closed as you came closer to you high. 

“Baby, look at me… Look at me… Wanna see your face when you come” Harry said, thrusting faster now. 

“Ohhhh Harry” you said, as you reached your high, your back arching off the bed, your breasts touching his chest. You squeezed around him as you came, making Harry spill into the condom.

“I love you, I love you I love you” Harry said, kissing you softly as the too of you came down from your highs. Harry rolled off you, pulling you closer so your head was against his glistening chest, quickly sliding the condom off and throwing into the bin next to your bed. 

“Never done that before?” Harry said, confusing you.  

“What do you mean? You’re not a virgin H” you said, your arms crossing on his chest, your head resting against them and looking into his eyes. 

“Never made love to someone before…” Harry said, making you smile.

“Me neither” you said, kissing his now swollen lips. 

“I love you so much. And I promise I’ll take you on dates, and do all the stuff we’re supposed to do and I’ll spoil you rotten. But I can’t wait so please be my girlfriend?” Harry said making you kiss his chest.

“Of course H. Don’t care about that stuff… Just want you” you said, making him smile and kiss your forehead.

“Well you have me” Harry said reaching for his phone. 

“who are you texting? That’s incredible rude after what we’ve just done” you said making Harry laugh and then he showed you who he texted. He had text Gemma telling her that you two were now together. “

You need to text that douchebag anyway” harry said. “Na just leave it” you said making Harry laugh loudly.

Team Angry Cat

Last year, I went to a con in Chicago. On Saturday morning, I took the elevator from my room (fourth floor) to the con suite (second floor). Also on that elevator: a dude taking it to the first floor. As soon as I pressed the button, he said chidingly, “Two floors! Should’ve walked it.” And then he literally, actually tutted at me. “Tut tut tut” went the arbiter of everyone else’s body and abilities. Just so I’d know for sure that I’d been bad and been judged for it.

Now. There were a couple of conversations we could have had at this point. I could have told elevator dude the truth: that I have lupus (please please don’t make the House joke; you have no idea how many times I’ve heard the House joke, and I promise you that sometimes it is in fact lupus), so I keep an eye on my energy and pain levels and try to save some of whatever ability I have for later. That I’m especially careful to do that when I’m at an event or traveling, because I don’t want to be in my room exhausted or in pain when a thing I really wanted to do is happening two floors away, and I really don’t want to be in pain and out of energy while traveling in modern American airports (apparent motto: “If you can’t stand for four hours and run two miles full-tilt while carrying two weeks’ supplies, lol no go fuck yourself”). So I’m careful. I don’t push it. In the mornings, I might take the elevator, which the hotel did, after all, install for people to use.

I could also have told elevator dude to go fuck himself, which is the other honest conversation we could have had at that point. It is seriously none of his business whether I use the stairs, or the elevator, or rappel down the outside of the building, or maybe just dissolve into primordial ooze and drip down the walls.

But, you know, confrontation is another energy burner. I wanted to save my energy for having fun with my friends, the people I came to see. So I said something non-committal. Elevator dude wasn’t done, though. “You should always find the stairs, first thing when you check into a hotel,” this dude who was maybe ten years older than me and in no way my father said. “Did you know you’re not allowed to use the elevator during a fire? Whenever you check into a hotel, you should think: what if there’s a fire?”

Indeed, elevator dude. What if? What if, in my second decade of staying alone in hotels, you had not come along to tell me how to do it? I might have done it wrong, and then I would surely have burned to death in a fiery inferno, just as I have at least once a year throughout my adulthood, despite my mother giving me pretty much exactly those instructions back when I was seven and actually needed them.

Fortunately, at that point, we arrived at the second floor. I headed to the con suite and settled in. Some minutes later, I mentioned the mansplainer in the elevator and his profound concern for my well-being in case of fire. I didn’t complain about the “should’ve walked” comment, largely because I didn’t expect any support for it; I know an apparently able-bodied (and fat!) woman taking the elevator is cause for judgment in this world. (In some places, going by the general response, it’s borderline actionable.) And most people at that particular table didn’t know the details of my medical status, since in general, when given the choice between talking with my friends about lupus or talking with them about people banging, or being unicorn space eagles, or both, I tend to choose the pointy space birds and their sexytimes.

“Why would anyone say that to you?” one of the women at the table asked, in that mystified dudes-why-are-you? tone. “How does that even come up?”

So I explained about how we got on the topic of elevators. As soon as I said, “He said I should’ve taken the stairs,” ten women around the table looked up and angry cat hissed in unison. It was like they’d rehearsed it for weeks after months of watching angry cats and studying their motivations. Truly a beautiful moment.

From this experience I learned some things:

  1. Support matters. Those women and their instinctive and audible anger didn’t just make me feel better; they actually changed the way I remember the event. They became what was important about it rather than elevator dude. His judgment has become small and insignificant to me, and in fact I smile when I think about him, because he’s inextricably linked to that moment ten people became Team Angry Cat for me.

  2. A lot of times, I don’t reach for support because I don’t expect it. I don’t talk about the random elevator dude type aggravations of life, because I assume there’s a good chance most people will side with the elevator dudes of the world. It’s worth it to find the places where that isn’t true. And it’s worth it to reach for support when I can.

  3. I need to look for more chances to be on other people’s Team Angry Cat. I don’t need to know about that person’s life or judge their worthiness; if they’ve experienced harassment or microaggressions, I’m gonna try to support them.

  4. I’d pay significant money for a YouTube series that was just ten women angry cat hissing at ability enforcers and mansplainers and dudes shouting “smile, baby!” at random ladies and so on.

Oh, yeah, and to the ten members of that particular Team Angry Cat: thank you. You’re the best, and I will hiss for you anytime.

one week since u looked at me

James and LIly fight and it’s 100% the other person’s fault, and everyone is just a little bit unhinged. 

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For @expressopatronum​, who requested a jily fic based on the Barenaked Ladies song. :D


tues.

James Potter to M8S B4 D8S: well. Fuck.

James Potter: im broken up

James Potter: literally

James Potter: and metaphorically

James Potter: and every other kind of shitty ally tbh

James Potter: hello?????

James Potter: im in Crisis here

Peter Pettigrew: we know, mate. You ok?

James Potter: how??

Peter Pettigrew: well…

James Potter: she texted u???

Remus Lupin: she texted me

Peter Pettigrew: then he told us

Remus Lupin: wtf, Prongs

James Potter: u believe her???

Remus Lupin: didn’t say that, mate. Just a weird situation, yeah??

James Potter: Weird = shitty, then yea. her fault tho for being so dramatic!! And do u arseholes have a group chat w/out me???

Sirius Black: nah. y would we do smth like that to u prongs. go chill @ mine. AND i for one am being a good mate and withholding judgment. (except on evans cos shes clearly at fault here)

James Potter: damn straight she is. 100%!!! and im already @ urs, actually. where r u tho?

Sirius Black: alcohol

James Potter: Good Man

Remus Lupin: I’m getting pizza

James Potter: don’t bother?? never eating again

James Potter: PS no more talking to evans unless its for espionage

Peter Pettigrew: this should be fun

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 James Potter to Not Lovely Lily: ready for ur apology, like, whenever, babe

James Potter: no?

James Potter: sirius’s sofa is super fucking cosy, btw

James Potter: PS whatever the current differences between us, pls dont stoop so low as to eat Mums biscuits

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Well, today is the day I die.

Warning: v jealous Luke, anxiety, cussing, scary Luke

Description: Luke gets jealous when you want to get food w/ a old friend.

Luke was unlike anyone you’d ever met.

He was quiet.

But had a way of being the light of any room he entered.

He didn’t have to say a word to make you smile or laugh, even cry.

But when he did it made him even better.

When he let you into his heart it was different from other people.

The way he thought and felt.

It made you wonder why he was so insecure. He was so beautiful, inside and undoubtedly outside.

His hair he started growing out after you met him was now curly gold locks. The way his eyes shined when he smiled made it impossible not to fall in love with him, which you did.

You fell in love with him so hard. You promised yourself you wouldn’t fall in love with anyone that hard but it was no longer your choice.

You loved the way his mouth moved and the sound of his accent. You loved the way he looked at you, even when you didn’t realize.

But most of all you loved the way he loved you.

So recklessly and effortlessly. He loved you just as much as you loved him. It took him longer to fall in love with you but he did.

You knew the exact moment too.

The moment you made him yours.

It was a simple day. Not one particular special or different from any other.

You and Luke were laying in bed, you literally had gotten up once to get food and go to the bathroom and it was nearly 4 in the afternoon.

You both loved days like this, no pressure to do anything or be anywhere.

Just laying with your boyfriend in bed watching television but mostly talking.

He was telling about his childhood while you distracted him by playing with his fingertips. You could feel him watching you while you studied his long slender fingers.

When Luke finally noticed you and took the time to talk to you, it was obvious he was intrigued by you. Though he made it clear he didn’t want a relationship at the moment within a couple weeks he couldn’t stay away from you.

Now here you two were, having such a closed off boy share his most vulnerable stories. He stops talking, too preoccupied by you laying with him.

You stop fiddling with the tips of his fingers and just interlock your boney fingers with his. You notice the absence of his voice and glance up at him. His hair is fanned out over his forehead.

His eyes are pouring into yours so intensely you are drawn to him. You smile at him, knowing that look on his face.

There is no way explain it but pure love. You pushed his hair out of his eyes with your free hand and he leans down to kiss you.

“You’re my best friend.” He says quietly after you two pull apart.

They aren’t the words you expected him to say but it almost meant more.

That night has been imprinted in your brain ever since. Though it was months ago, you remember it like yesterday.

And it was days like this where you wish you could go back to that exact moment.

“What are we doing for dinner tonight?” He asks, climbing into the passenger seat of the car.

You liked driving, which worked out because Luke will never admit it but driving makes him kinda nervous.

He slides his dark sunglasses off his face, giving you a look at his beautiful eyes you love so much.

“Oh, I was actually going to tell you I was planning on getting pizza with Marcus.” You back out of the parking spot.

You could feel Luke’s harsh gaze just as you expected.

Marcus was an old friend from high school. You two had kept contact and he has been wanting to meet up.

You have been putting it off because you were honestly afraid of how Luke would react. Luke wasn’t overly jealous, but if a guy looked at you for too long in public he would make sure to show him you were together.

You were okay with it because you loved Luke and wanted to make him feel secure in your relationship.

“Well. Okay…” He says shortly before looking out his window.

You were surprised that was all the fight he put up.

“Okay.” You say clicking on the radio.

Luke scoffs and harshly turns it back off.

You knew you were getting away too easy.

“Marcus? Is he that bloke from your secondary school?” He spits.

You wanted to smile from the difference in your language. Sometimes it like you two spoke different languages but you had been around him so much you understood.

“Yes. He has been wanting to hang out for a while. I’ve put him off as long as I can without being disrespectful.” You say simply.

You look over in Luke’s direction, glancing back at the road every couple seconds.

His eyebrows are tightly knit together and his blue eyes are dark like they always are when he gets angry.

“Why? So he can make a move on you? Does he know you have a boyfriend? You graduated school like three years ago. Have you been talking to him the whole time we’ve been together?” He shoots question after question at you.

“What a dick.” You hear him mutter under his breath.

His accent gets really thick when he is frustrated. You can see him clenching and unclenching his jaw over and over again.

“I… we were really good friends in high school. He found my Facebook and messaged me. Why is this any different than if a old girlfriend wanted to hang out with me?” You question him right back.

You don’t like him accusing you of anything. It actually hurt you more than you like to admit, almost like he doesn’t trust you.

You have never done anything to make him think that way.

“Because I don’t know what his intentions are. What if he tries to make a move on you?” You looks out his window again.

You glare at him this time. “Then I shut him down and leave. I have my own personal boundaries. Do you really think I would let him do something like that?” You raised your voice.

You get stopped a stop light which gives you a moment to look at him. He finally looks in your eyes and you raise your eyebrows.

He shakes his head, biting his bottom lip deep in thought.

“I just don’t like the idea of you hanging out with him alone.” He says continuing to shake his head

“When did I ever say we were hanging out alone?” You say getting a little frustrated. “We will be with a group of other people we went to highschool with. Plus even if we weren’t we would be in a PUBLIC place.” You say in hopes of making him feel better.

You almost want to invite him just to ease his mind but this whole thing has kinda pissed you off. You shouldn’t have to go everywhere with him. You love spending time with him and at the end of the day with him is where You want to be but you are two different people. Though you two are in a relationship you both need to be able to have your own lives.

That’s called a healthy relationship.

Your hopes of easing his mind fails when his glare intensifies and he looks ever more angry. You can practically hear his breathing quicken and he stares into your soul.

A honk behind you breaks you from his lock he has on your eyes. You realize the light is now green and you step on the gas pedal.

“Well why didn’t you bloody tell me that in the first place.” He is now yelling. “Is it- is it because he was the only person you can think about and- and the only person you look forward to seeing?” He is so mad he can barely speak which ends up making him more mad.

“No-” he doesn’t give you a chance to finish.

“You know what. Go. I don’t give a shit anymore. Fuck who you want. See who you want. Get pizza with who you want.” He slams his hand on the dash making you jump.

What is he saying.

“Luke-” You say softly, trying to reason with him.

He wasn’t having it. He now keeps his gaze out the window, shutting down the conversation.

You wouldn’t be that happy if he wanted to hang out with a girl he went to school with but you wouldn’t act this way. He was being unreasonable and almost scaring you, which he has never done before.

“Fine then I won’t fucking go. If it’s that big of a deal to you.” You look at him.

He shakes his head, still looking out the window. Refusing to look at you.

“No I just said I don’t give a shit.” He says. His voice is still very angry but he isn’t yelling anymore.

From what you can see of his face it is very red. From anger which was very obvious.

“Luke I don’t want to fight about something that isn’t even a thing.” You say, reaching with your hand that isn’t on the wheel and grasping his hand that’s laying on his thighs.

He snatched it away quickly but still doesn’t look at you. He leaves you wondering what shade his eyes were and you want to see them so bad.

“Don’t fuckin’ touch me.” He puts his hand back on his thigh. It is clenched in a fist, his knuckles turning white.

He finally looks at you, his eyes not at all what you expected. They were like you’ve never seen, so wild with anger. A sickening color of blue.

“I’m so fucking pissed you have no idea.” A smirk plays on his lips. But not the usual one where he wash playing around. It was one that looked almost evil.

“I can’t even fucking look at you.” He looks back out his window.

He was furious. You had expected him to be mad but this was outrageous. You feared this would be the day it all ended. The days in a warm bed with Luke. The secret glances you two shared that only you guys knew what they meant. The last time he looked at you with love in his eyes.

You are so caught up in your thoughts now that when you finally look at the road you were barreling towards a car stopped at a red light. You stomp on the brake, your car making a horrific noise as it skidded to a stop just in time.

Luke’s head snaps forward, his hands pressed against the dash to stop him from flying forward.

Your hands are gripping the steering wheel so tight, your heart pounding so loud at the close call.

“FUCK!” Luke yells. “Pull the fuck over. Pull over.” He is back to yelling.

You obey, turning your blinker on and making your way to the shoulder of the road.

“Why weren’t you paying attention we almost got in a fucking accent. Get out. I’m driving.” He says.

You park the car, turning it off, still trying to catch your breath.

He goes to open the door but you quickly lock them.

He turns his head painfully slow toward you. “Don’t fucking do that.” He practically growls.

“Luke.” You say as he turns back to his door once again trying to open it. You again lock it and he starts punching the door.

Yelling as he does it, you have ever seen him so angry. This time he just couldn’t handle it and all the anger he had built up comes out

“Fucking unlock the door, I can’t even fucking look at you. Fuck you! Fuck you!” He yells and you can’t help but start to cry.

“Luke.” You say again, your voice cracking. “Luke.” You say louder.

Your hand reaching out and literally forcing him to look at you. He tries to push your hand away but you grip his jaw and force him to look into your eyes.

“Luke! Stop. Please stop!” You yell louder than he was. Your tears falling freely down your cheeks.

His breathing is unstable and he is still fuming but he is finally looking at you.

“I won’t fucking go. I can’t understand the reason you are so mad but I can’t lose you. I fucking love you and would never do anything to hurt you.” You say.

You are still gripping his jaw, not harshly and he isn’t trying to pull away. His lips are extra pouty because of the way your holding his face.

“I fucking love you, Luke. You are my best friend.” You repeat the words he once spoke.

He almost looks like he is about to cry. He falls forward, laying his head on your chest. His nose buried in your neck.

He kisses your neck repeatedly, his hot breath hitting your skin.

“I’m so sorry.” He says repeatedly.

The tall lanky boy falling apart in your arms.

“I love you so much. I’m so sorry.” He says again.

You hug him, overwhelmed from how this afternoon turned out. You had fought before but never like this.

He kisses your neck again, but it wasn’t in a sexual way. It was in a loving apologetic way. Almost like he was giving himself to you.

Like you had when you first met him.

I’m sat here at work, behind the bar, on a very slow day.  As I’m sat here, I’m listening to a conversation about the 13th Doctor, between a friend of mine and her sister.  Mind you, Stephanie(my friend) is a lesbian, staunch feminist and HUGE Doctor Who fan…Christa is fan of the show.  Now, this conversation took a turn I hadn’t expected it to, being as it centred round how wonderful it was to have a female Doctor.  Roughly about 15 minutes in, Stephanie switched gears so quickly, even Christa was caught off guard by it, as was I.

What made Stephanie switch gears so fast, was something Christa said about Peter Capaldi, and the 12th Doctor, and how wrongly cast the Doctor had been.  Stephanie stopped mid-sentence, glared hard at Christa, and very calmly said “How do you figure it was badly cast?”  Christa, without missing a beat, “Capaldi was too old, and definitely not hot enough looking for the part.”  Stephanie goes, “Anything else?”   “His acting was very wooden, dull and repetitive.  Comes from being too old.  Bad idea to cast him as the Doctor.”   

Stephanie simply says, “Were you even watching the same show I was? Because, I very highly doubt you were.”  Christa didn’t answer, so Stephanie continued on.  “So, what you’re saying is, had they cast a younger, hot looking man, regardless of how good, or bad, his acting was, this younger, hotter looking man would’ve been better casting?”  Christa nods, “Definitely.”  “Ok, so we have a female Doctor now.  You and many others, are gushing over this fact, right?”  “Yes.”  “It’s thrilling, I get that.  I’m thrilled by it, too.  But, what I do not get, is how every single one of you are so surprised by some of the backlash over this casting.”   Christa, stares at her for a second, “What do you mean?”  “What I’m saying is, did you forget something very crucial here?”  

Christa looks rather confused by this question.  Even I’m not sure, at this point, where Stephanie is going with this.

Christa finally says, “I’ve no clue what you’re talking about.”

Stephanie, “The crucial point is, every single one of you, who are now waxing poetic about getting a female Doctor, were also the same exact ones tearing down Capaldi and the 12th Doctor.  Bitching and moaning about how he wasn’t young enough, how he wasn’t good enough looking to be the Doctor.  Did you all of sudden, forget doing that?  Did you collectively forget being superficial, shallow ageists?  Or, is it something you’d rather forget, now that it’s being said about this Doctor, and the fact they are female? You’re so surprised by the sexism being tossed around, and why is that?  Why?  Because you’re looking in a mirror at yourselves, and it’s not a very pretty image, is it?  Was it perfectly okay when you were doing it?  No, it wasn’t.  It was mean, cruel, cold and narrow minded.  Is it perfectly okay for those doing it now?  Absolutely not.  It’s never okay, period.  Everyone has a right to their opinions, doesn’t make them right.  Just because you, and many others, did not like Capaldi, or his Doctor, doesn’t mean that no one did.  And, just because many are thrilled to get a female Doctor, doesn’t mean everyone is going to feel the same.  They are nothing more than opinions on how YOU, as an individual, see it.  It does not make your opinion the be all, end all…you can’t throw out ‘everyone better agree with me, or else,’  bs.  You end up looking the fool, if you do.  You end up mighty surprised, and very angry, when someone else goes, ‘No, I don’t agree.’  Again, why the surprise?  Why the anger?  How can you be, when YOU were doing the same thing to them?”

Me and Christa were both sat with our jaws in our laps.  

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“So let’s go back to Classic Who, which you’ve watched numerous times.  Now, you even had opinions on all those Doctors, same as many others do.  Again, many of you have tossed about the ‘not good looking, too old, too young, too this, too that,’ nonsense…’the acting is wooden, dull ‘blah, blah, blah. Same utter bs is going on now.  The reboot comes along, they give us Eccleston, Tennant and Smith.  And guess what they were?  Good looking and young.  But what happened?  Along came Capaldi, and oh my god, every single one of you flipped your shit over it!  Instead of going, ‘It’s the Doctor, our hero still lives!’ what did you do?  You started tearing him down before you even knew what he’d be like.  You screamed ‘Too old! He’s ugly!  He’s not Tennant or Smith!’  Because that’s where the so-called loyalty lay.  It was with the good looking, younger guys who ignited wet dreams.  You collectively went ‘Ewwwwwwwwwwww’ and stopped watching the show.”

(let me add, that about half way through that last part, Stephanie stops, grins widely and says, “I’ll admit, even though I’m a lesbian, I’d go bi in a heart beat for Capaldi!  Good lord, that man is beautiful!”)

All Christa has said up to this point is, “This isn’t the same thing! They don’t compare at all!” Stephanie shrugs, “They are the same thing.  Just worded differently to fit the situation.  All those who were tearing Capaldi down, and who still are, even now, don’t understand where the one is, you’ll have the other.  Sexism, ageism, superficiality, bigotry etc, are all nasty and narrow-minded thinking.  We are ALL guilty of this thinking process.”

Finally, I think Stephanie realised I was sat there.  She looks at me and says, “And, your thoughts on everything I’ve said?”  I was like, “Er, well…” She grins, “You are part of the Capaldi camp, right?”  “And, proud to be.”  “And, you had shit lobbed at you for liking him? “Yeah.”  She shook her head, says “I’m seeing all kinds of hate thrown at him now, even more so the ‘Finally! We’ve a GOOD Doctor, a cute Doctor.  And, we will finally have GOOD stories again!’  I’m sure you feel like these people are comparing the 12th Doctor to a annoying road bump on the way to the amusement park.”  I nodded.  “It feels that way, yeah.” She smiles, “Oh, now don’t you feel that way!  Without 12,without all his grumpiness, his childlike wonder, his insanity, or his actual character development, would we even have the 13th?” She smiles more, leans forward and says, “No, we wouldn’t.  But don’t you worry, 12 isn’t going anywhere, he’s always right there, where he should be, in the heart. And if anyone tries to tear you down for the fact that you adore him, adore him harder! Same goes for everyone adoring ALL the Doctors, including 13. “

deal | pt. 3.5 (m)

Originally posted by sugamysavagebaby

summary: the years spent working hard had really paid off and was it so wrong to want to rub that in a few faces? The cliché mean girls that often teased you for not doing anything with your hair or clothing, wouldn’t it be great to show off someone like Jungkook? High school reunion au + ceo!jeon

word count: 2,405 (a short confused side chapter/continuation) 

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On a more serious note:

The most horrifying thing about the Las Vegas massacre is listening to the voices of everyone during the situation. It was especially hard to listen to the police officers because I could tell they were trying to be calm but their voices were shaking with fear. Hearing one of them frantically calling out, “We can’t worry about the victims! We need to find the shooter or there’s just going to be more victims!” made my heart stop in my chest. And now with the survivors coming forward, describing what it was like, the terror and panic, I just want to cry for days.

I keep trying to do what Mr. Rogers told me to and look for the helpers and it gives me hope, seeing how everyone leaped to help each other, but to know that one man did this, caused so much death and pain and suffering, it makes me so angry. Sandy Hook happened and nothing changed regarding gun laws. Las Vegas has happened and I don’t see a lot of hope for gun laws changing either. What I want to know is how many people have to die for the NRA to finally realize that oh, maybe we need to make it a little harder for people to be able to get their hands on guns. Why was this man able to amass an arsenal.

Why does it take multiple fucking tragedies for people to start talking seriously about gun control.

Better This Way (ChapterTwelve)

Ugh this is a good chapter. Watch out for the NSFW!
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“Damn it, say something, Spidey.” Wade muttered after what seemed like years of silence. “Say anything, just stop staring at me.”

“Oh my god.” All the anger rushed out of him and Peter slid from the recliner and to his knees on the floor. “Wade.”

Wade closed his eyes against the trickle of hope that filled him when Peter didn’t recoil from the mess that was his face. “Did he fuck you?” he asked again. “Did he help you through your heat?”

“Would you be upset?” Peter was still staring, chewing on his bottom lip anxiously.

“I’d kill him.” Wade stated, his body tensing. “I’d kill him.”

“Why?” Wade still wasn’t looking at him, so Peter reached up and pulled his mask and then his gloves off, setting them on the floor. “Why would that upset you?”

“Because you’re mine.” Wade groaned. “You’re mine, Pete.”

“And?” Peter prompted, and crept closer, edging towards the big Alpha.

“You’re MINE.” Wade repeated, louder this time. “You’re mine Pete, and the thought of you with another Alpha—”

“And what?” Peter urged. “Why else? Why does the thought of me with another Alpha make you angry?”

“Because…” a shuddering sigh, hiding his face in his hands. “Because I’m… yours.”

My Alpha.” Peter whispered and Wade nodded.

“Yeah.”

“Say it.” Peter was almost in front of him now, almost touching but not quite, his hands hovering over Wade’s legs. “Say it. My alpha. Mine.”

“Your Alpha.” Wade’s voice was shaking. “Your Alpha, Pete.”

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People are always asking me why I hate football, and I think tonight was a perfect example to explain my feelings.

My dad’s team was losing pretty badly, so I started cracking some playful jokes at him about it, and he got really pissed off. I mean, LEGITIMATELY angry at me. They were really lame, juvenile jokes, too (i.e.: “How many members of your team does it take to change a lightbulb? One, because they’re great at that but TERRIBLE at football hahaha!”). So, really stupid stuff, just to kind of make light of their loss–and he yelled and went off on me for it.

So, why do I hate football? Because of the culture of it. Because people get way too riled up over a GAME, and take throwing around a ball waaay too seriously. Because football players are treated like celebrities, and can get away with a ton of shit because we worship the hell out of them. Because our focus should be on things that really matter, not a sport. Because my high school had TWO football fields and our city spent over $70 MILLION DOLLARS on a new football stadium.

I’m not a huge sports fan in general, but of them all, I absolutely hate football, and it’s for this exact reason.

BTS reaction to having to kiss their crush during Spin-the-Bottle

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Seokjin

Jin would get super shy and hide his face behind his hands when he sees the bottle land on you. He would be hesitant to kiss you thinking you wouldn’t want to. But when he finally does kiss you his lips would quiver and he would break into nervous laughter right after.

“Why is fate so cruel to me?”

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(bonus: He would definitely write this in his diary)

Yoongi

Yoongi would shoot a quick angry look at the sky and mumble something vaguely threatening before shyly making eye contact with you. He would hesitantly take your hand and complain right until your lips hit his. He would lean his forehead against yours after the kiss and sigh.

“This game is so stupid. I can’t believe you are forcing me to do this!”

“You don’t have to Yoongi…”

“Alright, alright, I’ll do it! Stop being so pushy.”

Originally posted by kookie-monstah

Namjoon

Namjoon would have previously bragged about what a good kisser he is and that whoever he gets can count themselves lucky. All that confidence would be gone once he realizes that he has to kiss you. He’d awkwardly take your hands and hold them between the two of you and give you the worst grandma kiss ever.

“It was good, right?”

“Perfect even.”

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Hoseok

Hobi would try and play it cool, even though he would be dying on the inside. He would be really loud and say stuff like that he’ll take care of you and that you don’t have to be nervous. When he would kiss you it would be really sweet and would last longer than strictly necessary and he would give you the tiniest, cutest smile after.

“See, told you I’d be good.”

Originally posted by bangtoori

Jimin

Jimin would get really shy at first and fake complain about his luck, but the second you are close enough, he would be absolutely hypnotized by your lips. He wouldn’t be able to keep his eyes off of them and he’d probably also hold his breath.

“Woah…”

Originally posted by taedamn

Taehyung

Tae would be surprisingly okay with the whole situation. He always wanted to kiss you, and now he’s actually getting the chance to do so. He would hold your face in his hands and give you a last long look before he would kiss you. The kiss would leave you blushing and he wouldn’t be able to help himself but smile a little.

“That was GREAT. Let’s do it again sometime.”

Originally posted by btsbulletproofgirl98

Jeongguk

Kookie would implode right then and there. He would be so flustered and hesitant it would be really endearing. After a pep talk from the boys he would gather enough courage to kiss you. The kiss would be short and quick; he would hide his face in your should after.

“Are you okay?”

*muffled screaming*

Originally posted by jung-cooookie


-Admin Krümmel

Persistence

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Request:  Hi Its ok if you don’t see this but I have heard many stories of James always making Lily Evans mad by asking her out over and over and I was wondering if I could have an imagine where Sirius is always asking the reader out and she gets pissed at him and says no but finally one day she says yes because she realizes her feelings for him. Thank you so much and love your writings!

Warnings: None I believe, maybe some cursing

Author’s Notes: Thank you so much! You are so kind. I was really excited to write this request because the prompt really interested me. I’m sorry if this isn’t exactly what you want, but I tried my best to stay on prompt for you! I want to really apologize for not posting anything in so long. I have been super busy with school and work and I just have not had time to sit down and actually produce something that I am proud of enough to put out here on tumblr for everyone to read. That being said, I really want to get back into writing more so please send in requests for either Harry Potter or Supernatural!

Word Count: 1413

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The only thing that was getting you through revising for your upcoming OWLS was the fact that you knew if you went over your notes and you read enough, your grades would reflect the hard work you were putting. There was also a hint of competition between you and your long-time friend, Remus Lupin, though neither of you wanted to admit it.

You had been in the library for around five hours undisturbed as everyone else in the room was also studying for their exams. It was nice to be able to escape to a place of utter peace and quiet, seeing as you were usually surrounded by the loudness that comes along with Remus and his friends.

It wasn’t that you disliked the other Marauders, in fact you considered them to be your best friends. It was just at times, you felt so different than them. Apart from the fact that you had been sorted into the same house as the four boys, you did not think you had much in common with them. You often attributed that the result of your friendship with James, Peter, and Sirius was due to the fact that you and Remus had been friends long before you ever came to Hogwarts.

Nonetheless, those four boys were your absolute best friends and you knew they would do anything for you and that you would do anything for them, but sometimes you needed a break from the constant noise they carried along with them.

The silence in the library came to an end when the doors burst open, followed by two loud sets of laughter. Everyone in the library looked up from their books and notes to the direction of the distracting sounds, their faces distorted in annoyance. You knew right away who was causing the commotion and you only hoped that they would not notice you in the back corner or the room.

Though, you knew it was unrealistic and soon you found yourself waving to the four boys as they each took a seat at your table. Closing your books, you looked towards Remus, who only shot you an apologetic gaze before turning his head towards James who was discussing his new plan to get Lily to agree to go on a date with him.

You tried to look back at your notes, but you felt a pair of eyes on you, and you knew whom they belonged to. It clearly wasn’t Remus or James, as they were in deep conversation, and Peter usually listened to whatever James had to say. That left none other than Sirius Black. Peering up from your parchment, you caught his gaze and his mouth turned into a smirk.

“Well hello there Y/N”, the boy cooed, “might I say you look absolutely ravenous today?” He placed his hand in his palm, not diverting his eyes from you.

Rolling your eyes in annoyance you crossed your arms over your chest. “Ravenous? Did you have to have Moony teach you that word?” you teased.

Sirius dramatically placed his hand over his chest, “Darling that hurts! Why do you always have to be so mean to me?”

Your eyes softened and you placed your hand upon the one he still had on the table as a way of letting him know you were sorry and his face then shifted back into his usual over confident look. “So, Y/N, my dear, are you going to let me take you out on a date to Hogsmeade this weekend?”

Instantly you snapped your hand back and began gathering your things. This caused James’ and Remus’ conversation to come to a halt as they both shifted their attention to you. “Honestly Black,” you sneered through gritted teeth, “if I didn’t say yes to you the first one hundred times you asked me out what would make you think I would say yes to you now?” Your sudden outburst earned several different shushes from other students in the library, but you didn’t pay them any attention as you stormed out of the doors and up to the Astronomy Tower.


Remus must have known where you were headed because not long after you got yourself situated in the tower, with your notes spread out before you, a voice called out your name from behind you. Deciding to ignore him in hopes that he would go away, you kept your attention on your notes.

Remus shuffled his feet and took a seat next to you, not saying a word, but you knew his eyes were on you. Sighing in defeat you looked at your best friend who pulled you into a hug. Remus knew how you were feeling without you even having to say it, but still, you needed to get your frustration out.

“Honestly Moony! Who does Pads think he is? Yes we are friends but that doesn’t mean I owe him anything more than friendship! I know how he is with girls and I absolutely despise it!” You stood up and began pacing around the tower.

Remus nodded in agreement, “I know Y/N. Believe me we have had this conversation with him many times before.”

A groan escaped your lips. “I mean he acts as if he is some kind of GOD and that every girl in this school wants him! A part of me thinks he’s actually been through every female student in Hogwarts besides me and that is why he wants me so bad! I do not understand why some boys just cannot take no for an answer. You know me and Evans have become pretty close because we both have a daft boy from the Marauders chasing after us even though we have denied them again and again! No means no! Why is that so hard for Padfoot to get through his thick skull!” You balled up your fist and instinctively punched the grey stone wall and immediately you regretted your decision and slumped onto the ground, holding onto your hand.

Remus tsked and moved closer to you “Lemme see love,” he insisted taking your hand in his. “Aw Y/N why does this make you so angry?” He began muttering several healing spells and you felt the pain in your hand being slowly lifted away. “Y’know, he would not keep asking you like this if he didn’t really truly care about you right?” Remus mumbled. Your head shot up and you placed a hand on each side of your best friend’s face, forcing him to look at you.

“What did you say Moony?” you inquired, searching Remus’ face for any hint of information. He groaned and pulled away from you setting his head in his hands. “He’s gonna kill me for saying something, but you deserve to know.” Remus looked up at you. “You say Sirius is daft, Y/N, but did you ever think that dear old Pads really does have true feelings for you? Haven’t you noticed the way he looks at you? Godric, you are so oblivious it is actually scary” he chuckled.

“This isn’t funny Moony,” you warned folding your arms over your chest. “Sirius Black does not have true feelings for me. I think you must have forgotten that I am his friend, I know how he is with girls. They are like objects to him, he doesn’t give a damn about how they feel. I have seen countless numbers of girls crying because my friend used them and then just left them! You cannot truly expect me to believe that he is capable of any feelings other than lust.”

Remus shook his head and his eyes met yours, “there is honestly only one way he is going to stop asking you out Y/N. Just go on one date, it doesn’t have to be anything serious.” He laughed to himself at his own little pun, eliciting an eye roll from you. “But really, one date couldn’t hurt could it? Just think about it yeah? I have to go, James needs help studying for Potions.” Remus pulled you into a quick hug before descending down the stairs.

You stared out at all the stars and hated that you couldn’t even appreciate this view without thinking of Sirius. Perhaps Remus was right. If you agree to one date, and it doesn’t go well, which you know it won’t, Sirius would give up. Little did you know at this very moment Sirius was thanking Remus over and over for helping him get you to agree.


Okay, so I left this open for me to do a continuation of this story. I plan to do at least one more part, but there will probably be more! Please make sure to leave me feedback, I really do appreciate every ounce of feedback I get!