why is he torturing me

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Imagine Moriarty finds out about you and Sherlock

“Ah, so this is the new pet I have heard so much about, I have to say Sherlock does have great taste.” Moriarty walks up to you and watches as you don’t even flinch when he lifts your chin. “I can see why he takes interest in you.”

“If you are going to torture me just get it over with.” You stare into his eyes, not showing any signs of weakness, even though you are absolutely terrified. 

“Right down to business then I see. Oh well, I can see that you wouldn’t hold a polite conversation anyway, not like Johnny Boy used to. I like it.” He smiles at you before he lets go and turns away.

“I am not scared of you Moriarty.” He stops and turns back to you, his eyes are dead of all emotion and he is grinning.

“Oh no Y/N, of course you aren’t scared, but you will be terrified by the time I am through playing my game. Tell Sherlock I said hi by the way.” And with that, he leaves you standing in the middle of the room, not sure how to handle what just happened.

Do you ever think about how Gaara was incredibly kind and genuine as a child but had his spirit beaten down so severely that even to this day after recovering from his past traumas he still has a cold exterior that he will likely never grow out of. Do you ever think about this and then die. 

Teen Wolf: [starts]
Me, after 0.2 seconds: can stiles come back??? Where the fuck is isaac he good?? He passing his classes?? Eating his veggies?? Who is he staying with if hes underage??? anD OH MY GOD DEREK??? Did he die like wtf??? Breaden came back and didnt mention him!!!! Scott was/is in deep shit and hasnt even texted him!!!! And where the fuck is Kira??? This whole storyline was literally written for Stiles and her like how can she be missing??

Teen Wolf:…… so here’s Theo :)

Me: [screams]

anonymous asked:

If God is real why is it so hard to find him? How can one even know / have a relationship with him if we cannot physically hear him? I've tried so hard to believe and to put my faith in him and stop questioning things but I just cant. Why is there so much suffering? If God defeated the devil why has he still been torturing us all this time

Oh sweetheart trust me, I know this world hurts, but God’s Word is full of His promises that He loves us!! There’s a pretty clear reason as to why evil exists today. As to right now, It’s merely not His plan for the enemy to be gotten rid of just yet!

“[T]he Scriptures make it plain that God did not create the world in the state in which it is now, but evil came as a result of the selfishness of man. The Bible says that God is a God of love and He desired to create a person and eventually a race that would love Him. But genuine love cannot exist unless freely given through free choice to accept God’s love or to reject it. This choice made the possibility of evil become very real. When Adam and Eve disobeyed God, they did not choose something God created, but, by their choice, they brought evil into the world. God is neither evil nor did He create evil. Man brought evil upon himself by selfishly choosing his own way apart from God’s way. … 

“Although evil is here and it is real, it is also temporary. Evil will eventually be destroyed. This is the hope that the believer has. There is a new world coming in which there will be no more tears and pain because all things will be made new (Revelation 21:5). Paradise lost will be paradise regained. God will right every wrong and put away evil once and for all, in His time.” (from this article)

Let me tell you something. I’ve been dealing with steadily worsening chronic joint pain since I was about fourteen. When it first started to get to the point of seriously interfering with my life I was really angry. I kind of told myself I wasn’t angry at God for allowing this to happen to me but I absolutely was. What I’ve come to realize since then is that bad things are never from God. God cannot do evil. That is His nature. As Paul said in Romans 8:38-39 “For I am convinced that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor things present, nor things to come, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor any other created thing, will be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.”

I’ll be praying for you nonnie!! You are so loved!!

Harry Looks Better Than Me in Short Shorts

Well, harrystylesisonesmartcookie said I could talk to her about Harry in short shorts any time and I started to think about it, and basically I had a lot to say. Let’s get started.

If I’m not mistaken, this started it all.  I mean, what the hell Harry, they weren’t short enough so you had to roll them?  I’m not complaining though.  In fact, good idea.  Great idea.  Do it again.

He did it again.  I don’t even know what this outfit is.  All I know is I love it and he should probably wear it again.  Keep rolling your shorts. And keep letting the butterfly and birds fly free.  Please and thank you.

He rolled them again.  I approve. And also I’m jealous of his legs.

Right about now is where I tend to black out because yellow shorts.

Everything’s blurry.  I can barely see.  It’s raining on my face.

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Save Me - Part 2 - Chapter 13

Jared stepped out of the shower first, shutting the glass door behind him. I was still so wound up that I took a few deep breaths in and let each out slowly, trying to relax even just a little bit. Turning so that the hot water sprayed directly against my tight shoulders helped a little too. I went from uber relaxed to uber tense in a very short amount of time and man, do I feel it.

Through the clear glass door, I watched Jared move around the bathroom, grabbing a towel to dry himself off then one for me. His gorgeous cock looked so hard and beautiful, my mouth watered just looking at it. Being so sexually frustrated and I suppose exhaustion played into this too but I was near tears.

Why does he have to torture me this way?

I suppose it’s not just me he tortures though, he does it to himself too. And based on what I’m looking at right now, I’d have to say that the hard on he’s sportin’ has got to be painful.

Is it really that terrible of me to say that the thought of him suffering too makes me feel a little better?

Holding a large, white bath sheet in his hand, Jared opened the shower door then held the towel up for me to walk into.

“Come here, baby.” Jared said, “Time to get out.”

Leaving the water on as he asked, I stepped into his embrace. Wrapping his arms around me, Jared rubbed his hands over my covered skin as I rested my forehead against his chest.

“Doing okay, baby girl?” He asked sounding concerned.

I actually debated what to say. Part of me wanted to complain because I’m feeling tired, whiny and frustrated. The other part of me knows we aren’t done and if I stick it out, he’ll take care of me.

“Yes, I’m ok.” I responded, lifting my head from his chest.

“Good.” He said with a smile.

Jared finished drying my body off then towel dried my hair too. Taking my comb from my toiletries bag, he held it up to me. I thought he wanted me to take it but instead he pulled it away.

“I’ll do it, I was just making sure I had the right comb.” He said with a shy smile as he quickly started to comb my hair out.

“Thank you, Sir.” I said at his sweet gesture.

Once he was done, he towel dried the drippy ends then tossed the towel onto the counter. Standing behind me, Jared wrapped his arm around my waist as his eyes met mine in the mirror.

“I think you deserve to be rewarded for being such a good girl.” He said as he gently kissed my shoulder. “Get on your hands and knees in the middle of the bed.”

Like an electric shock, excitement pulsed through my veins at the thought of my reward, “Yes, Sir.” I said, quickly making my way out of the bathroom and onto the bed.

Kneeling on the bed, I made sure my ass was facing the foot of the bed, just as Jared likes me to be. Spreading my knees wide, I brought my hands down to the blanket and began to relax while I waited.

Taking a few deep breaths, I could still hear him in the bathroom. I hoped he wouldn’t make me wait too long. Each passing second was ramping up my anticipation so much I could feel my pussy tingling already.

I let my head hang to relax as I heard his steps coming out of the bathroom, turning the lights out on his way into the bedroom. The only light now came from the lamp by the couch and it set the room in a soft golden glow.

“I’ve missed this view, baby girl.” Jared said as he walked to the edge of the bed and kneeled behind me.

Everything felt like it was in slow motion.

Jared sat back onto his calves then placed his hands on my hips to pull my body back so that I was sitting on his lap. With one arm around my waist, he slid the other around my chest with his forearm between my breasts as he wrapped his fingers around my neck. Sitting this way, I could feel the heat radiating off his cock as it rested against my folds.

Holding me tightly against his chest he softly spoke against my cheek, “It wasn’t so long ago, that I first held you like this, do you remember?”

“I do, Sir. I remember everything.” I said, thinking back to that night in Chicago. That was the first night he gave me the strength to explore my true submissive self.

“So much has changed yet so much has stayed the same.” He began as he slipped his hand slowly down my tummy until his fingers reached my delicate folds. “I told you that you make me want to do dirty things to you…” he continued as he used his index and middle finger to expose my sensitive clit. “We’ve done so many dirty things since then, baby girl. The depths of that desire gets deeper and stronger each passing day.”

Taking the tip of his finger, he began to tap my clit sending shockwaves throughout my body.

“Ahhhhhhhh…”. I deeply moaned, my hand unconsciously wrapping around his wrist.

Jared continued to tap delicately on my clit as he began to tighten his fingers that were around my neck. Bending his head, he brought his lips to my shoulder. He was already bringing me to the brink and I couldn’t help it as I began to rock my hips, allowing my entrance to caress his shaft.

“Do you know what’s stayed the same, baby girl?” He asked and at this point, I honestly could barely comprehend what he was saying. “What’s stayed the same is that you are mine and I’ll never let you go.”

As soon as the last word left his lips, Jared slid his finger into my throbbing pussy. My walls, immediately began to tighten around them.

Oh. My. God.

“Ahhh, Sir, I need to cum, please!” I begged, my tummy taunt as I tried to control my butterflies.

Withdrawing his fingers, I moaned, “Noooo, No, please.” I begged.

“Lean forward and put your cheek on the mattress, baby girl.” Jared said.

Immediately bending forward and dropping my head down, I straightened my back, hiking my ass higher in the air. I wanted all of him far more than just his fingers. Jared inched closer to me, so close in fact that I could feel his cool breath against my pussy.

“I love to see how wet you get for me, baby.” Jared said as I felt him lean forward, “It’s so fucking sexy to see your pussy dripping with anticipation.”

As soon as his tongue slid into my opening, my knees almost collapsed, “Ohhh. Myyyy…Ahhhh…” I moaned.

Using his tongue to fuck me, I could feel my walls gripping him. Jared licked and sucked my pussy, circling my clit with the tip on his tongue then letting his teeth graze my overly sensitive folds. Licking up as he held my ass cheeks open, he used the tip of his tongue to explore the outer rim of my puckered hole. My hands gripped the sheets so tight, my knuckles were white as I tried to control my body.

Before I could even ask for permission, he was pulling away. It took all I had not to punch my fists into the mattress.

Not again!

Squeezing my eyes shut tightly, I couldn’t hold the whimper that escaped my lips.

“Soon, baby girl.” He soothed, “Soon.”

I opened my eyes and straightened my position, trying to concentrate of something other than my aching pussy. Noticing the mirror on the wall, above the dresser, I had a clear view of us.

Jared’s mouth was slightly open as he began to stroke his stiff cock. Placing his other hand on my lower back, he trailed his open palm down the crack of my ass as his thumb grazed my tight hole. Leaning forward, he spit, using that to lubricate my ass.

I took a deep breath and tried to relax as I felt the tip on his thumb begin to circle my hole, adding a little more pressure the longer he continued.

“You know what’s going to happen, don’t you baby girl.” Jared said.

“Yes, Sir…. I’m ready.” I responded as I watched in the mirror.

With one hand still tightly wrapped around his cock, Jared worked his thumb slowly into my ass. I did my best to relax through the burn but it quickly became too much for me to deal with. Just as I was going to say something, Jared leaned in again to spit, giving me instant relief.

Once his thumb was firmly seated, I closed my eyes, relaxing in the sensation as he worked his thumb in and out.

“What color are we, baby girl?” Jared asked.

“Green, Sir.” I murmured hoping more was coming.

“I’m going to fuck you hard, baby.” He said, brushing the head of his cock against my opening but not using enough pressure to actually penetrate me, “Because you’ve been such a good girl, you have my permission to cum.”

I felt like I just won the lottery.

“Ahhhh, thank you Sir..” I moaned.

Without hesitation, Jared slammed his cock into me, the force so strong, I was glad I caught myself before I fell flat on my tummy. Quickly bracing myself, I was ready as he pulled his cock so far back, his tip was being cradled by my folds only to slowly push back in. But, that didn’t last long.

When he said he was going to fuck me hard, he meant it. As he thrusted his solid cock into me, pushing in so far he was hitting my back wall, he also began to pump his thumb in my ass. Taking his time, I swear I could feel every vein and every ridge that graced his cock as he pushed into my pussy. My fingers gripped the sheet under me, I was so consumed with absolute pleasure, I couldn’t speak.

Jared’s pace quickened and I knew I was racing towards my climax. His thumb in my ass, the way he was pounding into me, the sensation of my hard nipples grazing the sheet, all of suddenly became too much and I felt that familiar tingle stirring in my core.

“Sir, I’m going to cum!” I loudly moaned.

“Cum hard for me.” Jared said through gritted teeth, his fingers gripping my hip so tightly I knew I’d have bruises tomorrow.

Turning my face so that my moans were muffled by the mattress below me, I tumbled over the edge. My entire body convulsed as he continued to relentlessly pound into me. He kept going and it forced my body to keep going too.

“You’re pussy feels so good gripping my cock.” He grunted as I felt his cock swell.

Pulling his stiff cock back, he started to work the very tip of his cock with shallow strokes into my opening. I wasn’t expecting my body to begin to wind up again so soon but what he was doing felt so fucking good. Having never really come down from my first orgasm, I was again teetering on the edge of bliss.

“Oh my god, Sir, I think I’m going to cum again.” I said, “May I please?”

“Oh yeah, baby…cum.” Jared commanded, keeping his pace.

Every muscle in my body tightened again and within seconds of receiving permission, I came hard. Opening my eyes as I rode out my orgasm, I saw our reflection in the mirror. It was beyond sexy as I watched Jared silently throw his head back, his mouth agape as he fucked me. Mixing sight, sound and touch was incredible and within seconds, I could feel his cock pulse as he exploded and his warmth filled me.

“Ahhh, yeah, baby girl, yeahhh.” Jared murmured as he rode out his own orgasm, gradually slowing to a stop, “My god, baby…”

My body was trembling from exhaustion and not being able to hold myself and the weight of Jared’s upper body in the same position any longer, I finally gave way. Not even the arm Jared quickly wrapped around my waist could stop it. I fell forward, flat on my tummy taking Jared with me. Both of us breathless as he laid on top of me, we slowly recovered.

We rested together, still connected for a few minutes. Eventually, Jared moved slightly off of me, worried his weight was crushing me. Sadly, moving caused his cock to gently slip from my body.

Intertwining our fingers, I tucked his arm under mine as I brought his palm to my lips for a kiss, feeling too emotional to speak. My feeling for him were bubbling up to the surface.

“You mean so much to me, my sweet baby girl.” Jared whispered against my ear as his arms tightened around me.

You know what I’m bummed about?   Bleach is potentially going to end, and ichigo never learned to do that cool chain thing:

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Bedforddanes: Rehearsing really hard

Posted on 4/5/2014

When Yashiro is in love with someone...

Here is PART 2

He tortures them XD

No really.

That’s why It always bother me when Yashiro states so loudly how he’s a masochist when he’s as much a sadist. Of course since he is only a sadist to the person he likes, it’s also masochism since when you hurts someone you like, 1 you alienate them to you, and it hurts 2 it’s hurts because people empathize more when they love.

So basically, here, I will review the manga and points all the little trap test Yashiro throw to the people he loves and why he does it. (actually it’s so long that I will cut it in part, don’t know how many yet and I’ll put it under cut , NOOO PEOPLE DONT RUN AWAY!!!! XD)

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