will never be over this movie

lefou moments™
  • “she’s so well read and ur so fucking hot athletically inclined”
  • "why do you need her when you have us?” translation: “u and me are practically married already why r u never happy goddamnit gaston”
  • “i’m not done with you yet” “me neither” ;-;
  • “it’s never gonna happen ladies” *prances off after his actual bf*
  • lefou copying gaston’s mannerisms ;-;
  • lefou biting his lip as gaston’s describing married life…and then looking annoyed once gaston mentions belle
  • gaston: “while my love massages my tired feet” lefou: *starts to massage gaston’s back*
  • when he got the dirty old drunk guy to rub gaston’s ears ahahah i was laughin
  • i s2g i thought he broke that dude’s neck jfc
  • lefou, laying across a table in draw-me-like-one-of-ur-french-girls position & singing about gaston’s manliness,
  • “they’ll tell you which team they prefer to be on”
  • tom dick & stanley’s faces say it all
  • the wink
  • when he smacked stanley on the head… & then when he grabs tom by the face to get up onto the table ahaha
  • hes just rlly adorable during the “who breaks hearts like gaston”. happy clappy boi
  • “NOBODY BITES LIKE GASTON” *SHOWS OFF GIANT BITE MARK IN AN AREA NO STRAIGHT MAN SHOULD BE BITING* WHAT DO THESE WRESTLING SESSIONS ENTAIL?? IS WRESTLING A CODE WORD FOR FUCKING??? UM???
  • lefou turning a bro handshake into a gay ass cuddle sesh & looking like it was his favorite place in the world to be (“too much?” “yyyyyep”)
  • him paying everybody to go along with it. him perfectly orchestrating & choreographing everything. my what a guy that lefou
  • when he couldnt get on the table i laughd so hard man
  • gaston: “i shoot from behind” lefou: bent over the table, now on top of the table, now on his hands & knees, now flat on his back staring up at gaston…
  • clearly everyone was choreographed except josh gad. they just told him “prance around & act gay. stand on tables a lot. u can improv the rest. just make it rlly homoerotic” & he was like “k”
  • the…noises as gaston’s describing how he hunts. those r. questionable noises..
  • gaston picking lefou up with one arm & lefou swooning..his faceeee lmfao
  • him dancing while gaston’s on the table aww i luv him
  • gaston dropping his drink down for lefou to catch & drink ;-;
  • the graceful jump from one table to the next ahah
  • how happy they both were when they were dancing on the table, even if gaston shoved lefou out of the way so he could have the spotlight. like those were genuine smiles. the actors were havin a damn blast.
  • my illiterate son,,
  • how he modestly looks down at his feet when gaston says he’s the best
  • “how has no girl snatched you up yet?” 
  • “i’ve been told im clingy” he says, practically sitting on gaston’s lap, his arm around him, “but i really dont get it.”
  • awkward moment of silence. awkward gaston coughs awkwardly. lefou stares at gaston, clearly thinking, “why hasnt a lady snatched me up yet? did ur dumbass srsly just ask me that? r u fuckin serious?? u dumb motherfucker??”
  • lefou’s bitch face….
  • like his arms r crossed & he looks pissy as hell when maurice walks in. hes rolling his eyes. what a little bitch. i fuckin luv him
  • “ohhh”
  • “do u really wanna marry into this family?”
  • how he like. slowly & gingerly cimbs out of the carriage. i thought that was sweet. he’s slow & calculating, in comparison to gaston’s fast & impulsive. 
  • "deep breaths, gaston. deep breaths. think of the war! think of the widows!”
  • ofc gaston’s “…the widows :)”
  • the nose boop. the booping of the nose. pls.
  • lefou’s face after maurice says "u will never marry my daughter” “i saw that coming”
  • lefou’s face when they leave maurice
  • lefou’s face when he sees maurice is alive
  • hes so precious he was so worried augh 
  • i like how he’s talking abt maurice but then gaston looks at him & he shuts up instantly. poor lefou. my poor boi
  • gaston practically seducing lefou by grabbing his chin and staring deeply into his eyes, their faces like barely an inch apart,,, fuk,,,,
  • it was in order to manipulate him by disorientating him in an intimate way…but it was still p fukin hot & def p fuckin gay
  • lefou’s face during that…poor thing
  • also maurice’s face during that says a lot too i think
  • also josh gad has nice eyelashes lmao
  • lefou protesting that they should storm the castle. gaston threatening him. lefou glaring at his back the rest of the mob song. poor bb
  • “are u not the least bit concerned this castle is haunted?” “dont lose ur nerve, le fou”
  • “oh hello! u must be the talking tea cup! & u must be his grandmother!”
  • “gaston!” le fou shrieks as a piano falls on him, which gaston purposely allowed to fall on him,
  • “gaston, help me!” “sorry old friend. it’s hero time” “ouch” defeated sad le fou gives a defeated sad le sigh
  • plumette harassing le fou,,poor le fou. hes having a bad day already
  • le fou & mrs potts teaming up
  • “well ur too good for him anyway” *gay nodding*
  • he was disinterested in the dance & then stanley showed up & he was like ‘omgomg ok cool yes i cant live w this’

No, but really. Power Rangers (2017) was an incredible film. Yes, a lot of it was absolutely silly, but my god that’s exactly what I wanted. I’m so tired of grimdark reboots. This movie had such a great sense of FUN. Rita Repulsa was over the top and wonderful. Each Ranger was interesting, but Billy really steals the show. They focus on the character building a lot, which is exactly how it should have been. I really cared about them by the final fight, and that made it very satisfying. Zordon even had an arc!

And because people want to know (it IS important) Billy is autistic, he states this outright to Jason, and it’s very well done. Trini is definitely questioning, but she never confirms her sexuality to her teammates or the audience. She says that her parents “like labels” and that she can’t talk to them about her relationships. Zack asks “boyfriend troubles?” Then after getting a sarcastic response asks “girlfriend troubles?” Trini doesn’t respond to that, but it seems to bother her.

This movie is so good though, you guys. Go see it, you won’t regret it, and may the Power protect you.

anonymous asked:

(Pst watch dead girl walking from heathers if u arent busy cuz its related to my request)so mc broke in their room from the window and she woke them and said thry aint gonna sleep tonight and she'll break them (rfa+v)

I have to say that I really loved this prompt. At first I was extremely confused by it, mainly cause I didn’t know what the heck Heathers was, but then I googled the song and I stumbled over this animatic version of it and it was such a great experience OMFG! I watched the movie I’d never heard of (and loved it), I watched the musical I’d never seen before (and loved it, although the actor for JD wasn’t Ryan in the recording, sadly) and listened to all the songs again and again, singing loudly to almost all of them. If anyone wants to fangirl over Heathers, my door is wide open. Especially to those who love the fuck out of JD, cause I sure as fuck found a new obsession.

Anyway, I had to change the prompt ever so slightly, making it more angry sex like in the musical instead of directly translating it with the whole window climbing thing. To make up for it I hid almost the entire Dead Girl Walking lyrics within this prompt. One of the reasons it took me so long to write. It also got rather long…again. I have to apologize though, because you requested V, but I just couldn’t imagine him in such a situation. Instead I wrote Saeran and used this as an addition to the troublemaker prompt I posted a while ago.
So here is || PART 2|| and a link to || PART 1 ||.I really hope you enjoy. Writing smut was hard this time.

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|| REQUEST ARE (ALWAYS) OPEN!! ||


Zen

He’d called you about a million times and you had yet to grace him with a reply. Not an answer, not a call, not even a quick text message to let him know that you were still alive. Zen was possessive and overprotective to begin with, but since the accident a couple of months ago where he’d dramatically found out that you were running a huge drug cartel his worries for your safety had gotten even worse. Rightly so, he liked to remind you, as it hadn’t been the last time you’d found yourself shot or otherwise harmed.

Not to mention that you always refused to go to the hospital – “Zen, honey, think about it. How the fuck am I supposed to explain why my body contains two bullets without admitting to smuggling drugs?” - which meant the only patch-up you ever got was from yours truly and Zen was a lot of things, but not a goddamn doctor. The wounds took longer to heal than he was used to and the scars never fully faded. As an actor, who’s job depended on body, he wished you would take better care of yours. 

Then again, it wasn’t like you having those kind of scars made you aesthetically unpleasing to him. He couldn’t have cared less, if that is the only thing wrong with out. What really bugged him was that you seemed to be growing increasingly more reckless, scars multiplying rather quickly. He couldn’t keep up with it. Eventually he’d given up on receiving a reply, hoping and praying that you were alright and come morning he’d find you asleep by his side. He’d fallen asleep eventually, though reluctantly and fitful.


“Zen, wake up”, you whispered into his ear. You let your lips brush over the sensitive skin behind it, watching with pleasure as the little hairs on his nape began standing up. You chuckled lowly, pleased to see the immediate response his body gave to you. You wrapped your arms around him from behind, trailing them down his chiseled chest to the V of his hips and eventually dipped below the rubber band of his boxer briefs. You smirk to yourself when just that is enough to catch Zen’s attention, making him squirm and moan lowly.

Long fingers wrapped around his girth without further hesitation, slowly pumping the long member into hardness. It never really took long to get Zen aroused, a fact that both of you had dwelled in a lot over the years. His refractory period was amazingly short and allowed you to have sex again and again and again. His lust was truly without compare, only ever matched by yours. When he’d called himself a beast he hadn’t lied and you were very appreciative of said fact. This time around, however, it was time for the beast in you to awake.

Once you’d felt the precome beginning to coat your fingers you’d removed your hand, trailing it up his body and to his chest. You’d dug your nails into his pecs, forcefully turning him onto his back and climbing on top of him. Zen’s eyes had jumped open, a gasp falling from his lips. You could tell that he was about to say something, effectively silencing him by rolling your hips, creating sweet friction against his erection. “Sorry, but I really had to wake you. See…I decided I must ride you ‘till I break you.”

Zen, who’d still been half asleep, found himself rather awake when you’d decided to free his cock from the restriction of his underwear. He watched with wide eyes, as you lifted your skirt, pushed aside your lace panties and sank down onto his thick appendage. You hissed at his girth splitting you up and yet didn’t stop for a second, burying him deeper inside of you until his entire length was nestled within your hot, tight walls. You stopped, giving yourself a moment to get used to the sudden intrusion before beginning to roll your hips languidly.

It felt good to be in control for once, the fact that he was naked while you were still fully dressed adding some sort of thrill to it. At first your movements were slow and deliberate, allowing you to take in the sight before you. Zen’s eyes were half lidded and dazed, lips parted and shiny from where he’d licked them. The way he looked at you made your blood rush faster, heating your skin pleasantly. He reached out then, resting his big hands on your hips. His fingers dug into your skin momentarily, leaving his marks on you like you’d hoped he would.

While you rested your hands on his chest, using that hold as leverage, his hands travelled higher to grasp your breasts, holding them firmly as he played with your nipples until they hardened under his admission. It was then that you’d decided that enough was enough, slapping away his hands. You were the one making the calls, not him. To drive that point home you dug your nails into his chest, making him hiss quietly, before starting to roll your hips with more fervour. You were using him to pleasure yourself and you enjoyed it.

“P-please…”, he begged eventually, red eyes trained only on you. You met his gaze, licking and nibbling at your bottom lip, smirking devilishly. Torturously slow you started to lift yourself off of his cock until merely the tip of it remain buried inside you. When you didn’t move right away he whined, making you claw at his chest once more. You took mercy on him, sinking back down. This time, however, your movements weren’t half as slow. You started to gain in speed, practically bouncing on his erection.

Zen attempted to flip you over multiple times, but you made sure it didn’t happen until eventually he gave up, merely looking up at you with awe and arousal shining through his eyes. The pace you set was brutal, almost punishing. You wanted to feel him, feel the sting of his girth spreading you impossibly as you buried him inside you again and again. Once this would end and you would have to leave, you wanted to feel him there for days to come. You could feel yourself growing closer, reaching down to pleasure yourself while you rode your lover.

“Fuck, Zen”, you moaned, head thrown back and eyes shut. With the added stimuli to your clit your orgasm rapidly approached, your movements becoming erratic on top of Zen. The sounds coming from your mouth became filthier by the minute, from mewls and whine to low groans and screams of pleasure. Zen wasn’t unaffected either, as you could feel his cock jump and pulse within you, announcing his nearing orgasm as well. “I want you to come inside of me, Zen. Make me yours. Mark me from within.”

You’d never done it without a condom – you becoming pregnant the last thing either of you could afford – but now you didn’t care. You were about to die anyway, so might as well make the best of it. A couple more strokes to your hardened sex and you came, calling out your lovers name as your walls tightened impossibly around his erection. Zen followed soon after, a mere handful of thrusts upwards as he buried himself inside you one last time before spilling his hot seed. Both of you were exhausted, shaking through our overwhelming orgasm.

You collapsed next to the other, both of you panting as you lay side by side. “Damn, this screams for a post-orgasm cig”, Zen said, chuckling. You smirked, snorting out a chuckle before reaching out for the nightstand, fiddling for a moment, before handing Zen a lighter and a cigarette. Only then did his smile fall, his head turning to look at you properly. “Something is going to happen, isn’t it.” You didn’t meet his eye, a sad smile curling around your lips. “Don’t worry about me, babe. I’m just your usual dead girl still walking.”

Yoosung

Once you’d admitted to your special activities, it had been rather hard for Yoosung to go about even the most mundane of things. He was constantly reminded of the day you’d killed a man right before his eyes, cut him up like it was nothing. Whenever he thought he was somewhat over it – the fact that he even considered getting over it was crazy – pictured began to flash in his mind. So much blood and he hadn’t even averted his gaze. Yoosung only noticed that he’d gotten lost in his thoughts when the cashier cleared her throat loudly.

He blushed and quickly paid for everything and pushed his cart along. Walking home with the groceries his mind drifted off once more. Suddenly everything you did seemed so much heavier than it did before. All the times you’d talked about going for drinks with your friends or having to stay late for work…all he could think about was whether you were actually killing someone instead. Those weren’t the things that bothered him the most, though. What really got to Yoosung was the fact that…he didn’t really mind?

When he came home you weren’t there yet, so he put away the groceries and laid down on the coach, arms crossed behind his head as he stared at the ceiling. He’d been shocked at first, like every normal person would, but now he didn’t even flinch when you told him about your newest kill. He never told anyone. Never called the police. In fact, on more than one occasion he’d found himself anticipating the next story. He’d gotten addicted to the thrill like you’d anticipated him to. Had you had more time, you were sure he would have joined you eventually.


When you got home, slightly out of breath and with a racing heart you’d found your husband napping on the couch, Some of the stress had melted away at the adorable sigh, a soft smile appearing. In a world filled with so much hate and filth he was like your safe haven. Everything about him was innocent, sweet and pure and whatever worry you had melted away when greeted by such a sight. Or it usually did. This time, however, things were a little grimmer. This time you needed something else to cheer you up.

You made your way to the couch, rather impure thoughts on your mind. You would have felt guilty any other time, but not this time. Instead you kneeled before the couch, carefully massaging your husband through his pants, feeling the outline of his cock harden under your admission. A somewhat high pitched groan fell from Yoosungs lips as his eyes fluttered open. He rubbed at them, still obviously disoriented, until he finally noticed you on your knees beside him. Yoosung instantly jumped into a sitting position, just the way you’d hoped he would.

His face heated horribly as he scrambled to cover his erection with a pillow. You had to bite your lip not to laugh, smiling at how devastatingly adorable Yoosung was. “Don’t be shy, honey. I want to”, you assured him. You wrapped your hand around his wrist, tracing the vein with your thumb as you pushed his hand away to remove the pillow. As you began unzipping his pants, still feeling him up through the fabric, you could feel the twitch of his dick under your palm and it only fed into your hunger for the man.

You made a quick job of removing his clothes, no patience or time to tease or any finesse. You wanted his dick inside your mouth asap. Once Yoosungs tighty-whities had joined his jeans around his ankles you’d smirked up at the other, hungrily licking your lips. Yoosungs eyes widened and he swallowed loudly. You grasped the base of his cock, pumping it steadily while licking along the underside of his cock, paying special attention to the prominent vein that always made him mewl when licked and sucked at.

Getting Yoosung off with your mouth had always been the easiest of things for you. At first you merely sucked at his head, twirling your tongue around it, making Yoosung groan and relax under your touch before releasing it with a filthy popping, leaving him to plead. Only then did you wrap your lips around his cock, slowly inching lower until they were nestled around his entire shaft. At first you would merely suck before bobbing your head, moaning around him to send vibrations up his erection, cock twitching within your mouth.

After that it didn’t take much longer for Yoosung to come. The second his head hit the back of your throat it usually overwhelmed him. Being completely settled in the wet heat of your mouth was all it took for him to spill his hot seed down your awaiting throat. You swallowed every last drop, pulling off to lick his cock as well as your lips clean, humming in appreciation. Usually you would have let him enjoy the buzz for a while longer, but not this time around. You had other plans as you got up and rested your hands on his shoulders.

“Get on all fours”, you demanded and Yoosung instantly obeyed. “Such a good boy.” You brushed through his unruly, blond hair, caressing him. He looked at you with his big eyes before pushing up your pencil skirt and removing your barely there underwear. He licked at your folds, hesitant at first until your grip on his hair tightened. “Kiss this dead girl walking!” He sat up a little, hands coming to rest on your thighs for better leverage. He began licking at your folds hungrily, tongue worming its way into your core.

You closed your eyes, focusing on Yoosung’s tongue moving inside you, his nose brushing against your clit with every other lick. You started to grind your hips onto his mouth just the slightest bit, taking full control over your own pleasure by doing so. You weren’t the only one enjoying themselves, however. Yoosung groaned against your sex and his cock jumped every time you rolled your hips or gripped his head tighter to guide his head the way you wanted to. “God, you’re such a good boy, honey. Beautiful”, you praised.

You watched in awe as his cheeks reddened even further, beads of pre-come gathering at the tip of his cock once more. He was getting off on this as much as you were! Your grip tightened once more and you ripped him away from you, causing Yoosung to hiss. Your juices were covering his mouth, swollen and glistening. Without having so say anything Yoosung understood. Something had happened. His first instinct was to protect you, but before he could voice that thought he was once more guided back to your dripping cunt.

“I don’t have to stay and let them catch me. I could change my name and move to Geoje”, you said as his lips closed around your clit. He sucked at it and you moaned. “But I don’t really want to leave so here’s something I’d like to achieve: Spend those thirty hours gettin’ freaky!” And that you did. You began practically riding his tongue and lips, your orgasm approaching quickly. Not that you had any intention of stopping after just one. If this was really your last night together, and you feared as much, you neither of you would spend it sleeping.

His skilled, little tongue was still swirling your hardened nub when suddenly two of his fingers pushed inside you. The intrusion came without warned and you gasped as another sensation was added to the mix. He crooked his fingers and began fingering you, hitting all the right places within you. You began panting uncontrollable as pleasure overwhelmed you, an intense orgasm making you weak in the knees. He licked you through it until you pulled him up, kissing him hungrily. The kiss was messy, wet ans filthy and exactly what you had in mind.

Jaehee

From the moment Nam had appeared at your shared apartment things had become rather tense. Not only for Jaehee but you as well. You knew better than to think he would leave you in peace like that. Now that he was more or less permanently out of prison his first order would be to collect what was his; namely money, drugs and you. You tried to hide such thoughts from Jaehee, but she was too smart to be fooled, even by you. If you were willing to cut his throat with a knife like you’d been that day, he was obviously not to be taken lightly.

Still, you attempted to go about your daily life like you’d been doing before. You took care of the café together, cooked and ate at peace, shared a home and a bed. Yet, the atmosphere was so obviously different, thick and heavy to the point you imagined being able to cut it with a knife. You knew Jaehee had a million questions and while you were ready to answer them, Jaehee apparently wasn’t ready to ask. So you waited for her to be prepared until one day the process was sped up by a little card in your mailbox. A card with a familiar symbol.

Jaehee had been the one to find it, watching you pale upon looking at the double dragon on the otherwise blank card. That is when you started to talk, about who your father was before his early death, how he’d married you off to Nam to not only bind the two biggest mafia groups into one, but to also secure you a safe living. You also explained that the double dragon was a symbol of high rank in the group you were technically the head off and that Nam had sent the card as a warning. He was coming to get you. Soon, from the looks of it.


The two of you had sat in silence for a long time. You’d been boiling and fuming, angry at the mans audacity. Hadn’t you made your point clear by almost slicing his throat? You weren’t his trophy wife and you weren’t his possession. He couldn’t just rip you away from the life you’d established with Jaehee just because it fit into his schedule now. Jaehee on the other hand seemed strangely quiet and you began to worry. This was probably a lot more to take in for her, harder for her, than it was for you. The least you could do was try to explain.

Jaehee listened as you talked about your upbringing, about how Nam and you had actually known one another since early childhood. You’d grown up together, going to the same schools. He’d always been infatuated with you, but you’d never returned such feelings. You’d eventually agreed to marrying him just because there hadn’t been anyone else you’d desired and because you knew it would make your father happy. However, now you had Jaehee and you loved her. You promised to protect her, no matter what, and that Nam wouldn’t harm her.

Your girlfriend didn’t care much for her own safety, however. What she was truly worried about was yours. You’d grown up in such a dangerous world and while by some miracle you’d survived so far, there was no guarantee that you’d survive it any further. To her you were still as innocent and delicate as ever. With a man like Nam-Il after you, she considered you in grave danger without any idea on how to protect you. If he got to you, took you away like he apparently planned, she was certain that you’d meet your demise sooner or later and that thought killed her.

The following day Jaehee refused to open the café, insisting to keep you at home and at least somewhat safe. She’d even jumped over her shadow and called Jumin, requesting a couple of bodyguards for you, if he agreed. Despite not explaining the entire situation to him – and Jumin still being disappointed in Jaehee for leaving – he’d agreed and send over two guards to protect you. Only a day later you found both of them knocked out in front of your door, another card lying on one of the mens chest. The second and last warning you would get.

Jaehee almost had a break down, as she realized that there was absolutely nothing she could do to protect you. Seeing her so upset, no matter how little she might have shown it on the outside, infuriated you even more. You send the guards back, apologized to Jumin for getting them harmed and used the opportunity to send a burned version of the card right back to Nam. If he wanted to threaten you? Fine. But you were not willing to drag Jaehee into his silly mind games. You’d face him head on some day now, but for that day you had other plans.

When you finally got home Jaehee instantly jumped off the coach, about to say something you never got to hear. You cut her off with a kiss, possessively licking into her mouth, sucking her tongue into yours. She was unresponsive at first, mostly due to shock, until you pulled her flush against you rolling your hips against hers. Finally she sighed and melted into the kiss, your tongues dancing together. Eventually you broke the kiss, leaving Jaehee obviously dazed. Needless to say that seeing you had such an effect did great things for you.

You took her wrist in your hand and began tugging her towards the bedroom. She was hesitant at first, trying to ask what was going on, but quickly gave up when she realized she would not be getting a reply. You sat her onto the bed, massaging her thighs and spreading her legs apart, kissing your way up from her knee until you reached her crotch. Pressing feathery kisses against her panties, turning it damp. You were happy to note that the dampness was furthered by Jaehee herself, who was growing increasingly wet, squirming under your admission.

You looked up at her, eyes burning with passion, and didn’t break the gaze once as you slowly pulled down her underwear, throwing it aside carelessly. When you kissed her sex this time there was no layer to hold you back. You licked between her folds, stimulating her clit with your fingers while licking inside of her. Jaehee was still shy about oral sex, but mostly because she was so damn responsive to it. Every lick, nibble or suck got delicious sounds out of her and you swore to yourself that you would coax out every last one of them that night.

After about fifteen minutes of going down on her, working Jaehee towards her second orgasm for the night she asked you to stop, wondering why you were doing this all of a sudden. “'Cause Nam-Il says I gots to go, you’ll be my last meal on death row”, you’d merely replied, grinning up at her before going back down, making her gasp and forget her question altogether. Eventually your tongue had been replaced by one, then two and eventually four fingers, thrusting in and out of her. Just by crooking them ever so slightly you were granted the most beautiful view.

Jaehee was gripping the sheets, head thrown back and her wavy hair a mess. You could see the flush in her cheeks, her teeth digging into her bottom lip to muffle the sounds of pleasure she still didn’t quite allow herself. Well, you’d make sure to change that. You pulled your fingers out, instead standing up to push Jaehee onto the mattress. She had no idea what was going on, but Jaehee had long stopped questioning you. She watched with wide eyes as you undressed before coming to straddle her. It was only when you put a pillow under her hip and threw her leg over your shoulder that she understood.

You decided to scissor Jaehee, both your wet cunts rubbing together. It was something you hadn’t tried often, mostly out of shyness. Now was not the time for that though. Both of you moaned in wanton as your sexes rolled together, sparks of pleasure shooting through both of you. You reached out for Jaehee’s hand, pulling it to your mouth to suck two of her fingers in before guiding her to her clit. She didn’t hesitate to pleasure you and you instantly returned the favour, your bodies sliding together in perfect harmony until finally you reached your peak, screaming out your orgasm.

Jumin

Surprisingly, Jumin finding out that you were the daughter of the head of one of Korea’s biggest mafia groups didn’t put as much of a dent into your relationship as you’d initially thought it would. In fact, for some absurd reason, he seemed to enjoy that little secret you’d hidden from it. You couldn’t quite puzzle together what the appeal was, but apparently he liked knowing everything about you. He also seemed to enjoy the thrill that came with it. Preppy Jumin Han married to the heir of Chil Sung Pa’s admittedly huge empire.

As it turned out, there were also quite some business merits to being married to you. For one, people and entire companies had some sort of newfound respect for the two of you as well as C&R International in general. It probably stemmed from fear, but Jumin was an opportunist with success in mind and anything that helped the company was fine for him. C&R’s networth increased rapidly, especially when you roped your father into signing certain contracts that would ensure not only safety but investments.

Everything was fine and the business was booming until someone attempted to harm your father and you snapped. You were preppy, well-mannered and calm, but if someone dared to harm or so much as insult the people you cared for and loved, you turned into a fury with no regards for morals. You had no problem getting your hands dirty. By the time you arrived at the headquarters, however, it turned out that your father was fine and the person had been taken care of in a rather traditional sense. You were still pissed about the attempt, though, and with nowhere else to let steam off, you turned to Jumin.

When you snuck into Jumin’s office his back was turned to you. He was on the phone with someone, staring out of the window wall, discussing a deal you knew he’d been working on for a long while. You leaned against the wall and watched him work for a minute or two, enjoying the way his muscles flexed under that perfectly fitting and tight suit, the way his voice sounded when he talked business. Your always found his voice extremely sexy, that low rumble that could make anyone weak in the knees, but especially when talking business.

Eventually your patience had been stripped too thin and it didn’t seem like he was planning to hang up any time soon, so you decided to take the initiative. You put down your bag and coat, silently making your way to where your husband is standing. From behind you sling your arms around his slender but muscular frame, trailing them down his chest playfully. It is your way of warning him of what is about to follow. Whether he hangs up for it or not is completely up to him. You can feel his muscles tense and relax but nothing else. Well then.

You press a kiss between his shoulder blades, unbuttoning his shirt from behind, skilled fingers doing a quick job. Finally able to touch bare skin you bury your nails in it, trailing them down his torso to leave your marks. Had you dug any deeper you would have drawn blood. Jumin’s breath hitches every so slightly and yet he continues to talk, as composed as ever. You smirk. A challenge can be quite amusing when having it with Jumin. Both of you are competitive, in control of every aspect of your life and stubborn. Still, this one will be your win.

Your hand moves lower to unbutton his trousers, slowly pulling down the zipper to tease him with the sound itself, even. You can feel the deep intake of breath he makes, knowing that he is preparing himself. Your curious finger slip past the boxers and into his pants, your free hand still holding onto that beautifully tones stomach, feeling the muscles there contract with every teasing touch. Jumin is so fun to play with. Your wrap your hand around his long cock, squeezing it just for the briefest of moments to get his attention.

Apparently this still isn’t enough to get Jumin to end the call, so you increase your efforts. You begin jerking him off, strong, long pumps of your first. You use your thumb to trace the veins raking over his length before starting to pay special attention to the head. You circle it teasingly, tapping the slit ever so slightly until finally you can feel the first beads of seed gather, spreading them eagerly. Jumin eventually starts to rock his hips into your hand, biting down on his bottom lip to keep himself quiet while the other person talked.

While you admired your husbands self control, you were rather happy when it finally came to an end. Ads you sped up the movements of your hand the snapping of his hips turned from shallow to erratic. The pre-come was now coating your entire hand, making the slide much easier and therefor quicker. You could feel his shaft pulse with the need to release. You stood on your tip toes, nibbling at your lovers earlobe and whispering the dirty things you wanted to do to him until finally Jumin spilled over your hand.

Luckily Jumin was a bit of a silent type as it was, so the orgasm didn’t make him scream out or any such thing. It would have been quite hilarious to have him explain that to an executive partner, but maybe it was for the best that it didn’t happen. As it was Jumin apologized, explaining that he had some very important business to take care of and would call them back later. You were happy to know that said important business was you. He turned in your arms, claimed your mouth with a hungry kiss while lifting you onto his desk.

Jumin broke the kiss to go on his knees before you, pushing up your skirt just enough to get to your panties. He carefully pulled them down over your long legs, pressing kisses on the smooth skin along the way. He then proceeded to kiss his way back up, the kisses and playful nibbles to your thigh already getting you excited for what was to come. By the time he finally began eating you out you were a panting, wet mess. Jerking him off, having that control over your husband, it always turned you on. You knew it wouldn’t take much.

He licked between your folds eagerly, your hand coming to rest on his head and pull at his hair as he did so. When you’d first started to have sex he hadn’t been much of a lover. After all, he’d never touched a woman before you. However, many, many times later – honestly, you’d been all over each other for a while – and Jumin knew your body and all it’s soft spots better than you knew it yourself, probably. He was very categoric about it. He knew exactly how to please you, sucking at your clit while fingering you open using three finger.

About five minutes later you finally came, rolling your hips onto the tongue he’d pushed inside you, as your orgasm shook your body. However, you weren’t quite done with him yet and from the fact that Jumin was hard again as well, he seemed to be on board. You pulled him up, kissing him as you wrapped your legs around his hips. “Let’s go, you know the drill; I’m hot and pissed and on the pill”, you said, pulling him closer by the arse, cock brushing between your folds. Jumin growled hungrily, reaching between you to grasp his cock and push inside you.

You mewled at the feeling but attempted to muffle it. The doors were thin and if you could walk in, so could anyone else. "Full steam ahead, let’s break the desk”, you snickered, grinding against your husband to bury him deeper. Needless to say, he did well in attempting to break it. Jumin knew that when you were in the mood, you could take quite the pounding and he delivered perfectly. His thrust were quick and hard, hitting all the right spots within you. When you finally came you started to scream his name, Jumin had to silence you by kissing. Not a bad way to be silenced.

Saeyoung/Seven☼

The night after he’d found out about your work for another agency Saeyoung had lain awake for many hours, curled together on the side as he attempted to catalogue all the new input. His agency was ruined, because of him. Someone from another agency had send you to kill him. The two of you had actually fallen in love instead and he knew for a fact that it would soon cause your agency to be after you as well. You’d not only failed to fulfil your given task, but you’d also bonded with the enemy and such things never sat well with agencies like yours.

For a long time Saeyoung contemplated your options. Neither of you were really safe living a normal life and yet fleeing seemed like such a tedious option. He’d spent too much of his life running away and abandoning things he loved in the process. Saeyoung was done with it. The alternative he came up with was rather unconventional, but maybe that would ensure it’s success in the end. What if, instead of joining another agency for protection, the two of you started your own? Maybe you could even team up with Saeran?

He knew that his twin was still a little unstable, but maybe it made that option all the more suitable. Doing hacking and footwork was something familiar for Saeran. He had no further education that would allow him to pursue any other career and this way he would not only have a stable job, but also one where both you and Saeyoung could keep him safe and mostly sane. The longer he thought about it the cleared the imagine in his head became. When he pitched the idea of you you’d been surprise but then a grin had spread on your face and you’d agreed.


When Saeyoung had first suggested starting your own, small but effectively agency you’d hesitated for two reasons. For one you’d been rather sure that your fiancée had had other plans for the future. He’d always talked about some kind of toy store, building his little robots and similar things to sell them. Not to mention that he’d been so eager to heal and protect his brother that you could not imagine how on earth opening a secret agency fit into the picture. Was he so willing to endanger his brother further only for you?

Which lead you directly to your second reason; safety. By following through with his plan the level of danger in which all three of you would move would multiply gravely. Saeyoungs former agency would be after you. Your former agency would be after you and every agency you’d fuck over in the future as well. Still, you’d eagerly agreed as the thrill of going down that path together drew you in. That was until a job went horribly wrong and you found yourself fearing for your life. Well, fearing was the wrong word. You were mostly pissed.

Every normal human would have tried to flee when faced with a threat like the one you were facing – you know, teams of agents targeting you in specific – but not you. No, you were pissed that you had nothing to do about it. You could either run away or sit around and wait for their attack and fend it off as best as possible. That is until you walked into the bedroom to find a naked Saeyoung sprawled out on the bed, giving you all sorts of ideas how to better spend that time waiting, other than sitting around and twiddling your thumbs.

You slowly climbed on top of the bed and your fiancée, handing brushing up his legs, massaging his thighs before pulling them apart. You rested between your lovers legs, mouthing at his cock, pressing little kisses all over it until it jumped to life. You kissed your way up Saeyoungs body who was slowly beginning to wake up, twirling your tongue around his nipples before biting down on one. Finally his eyes flew open and he stared down at you with a gasp of pain, pleasure and surprise. He blinked rapidly, reaching for his glasses and putting them on.

The sight was surprising, to say the least. You usually weren’t into that whole somnophilia thing. He’d tried once and you’d kicked him out of the bed for it. Saeyoung, on the other hand, sure loved surprised. Especially surprises like that. He smiled down at you, cupping your face and pulling you up for a passionate kiss. His tongue snuck into your mouth, hungrily exploring and claiming what he thinks of as his. You melted into the kiss, allowing him the control for a brief moment. Tongues dancing together you swallowed each others moans before you pulled off

“No sleep tonight for you, better chug that PhD Pepper”, you announced upon sitting up, grinding your hips against his erect cock. He didn’t react at first, still sleep dazed. You weren’t gonna let that pass, instead wrapping your hand around his neck, using your thumb to tilt his face up. “Get your ass in gear, Saeyoung. Come on, make this whole town disappear!” He sat up than, wrapping an around your middle, holding you tight while thrusting his hips upwards to rub his hard sex against yours. Even through your panties he could feel the wetness. 

Neither of you had the patience to neither get up nor get you undressed. Instead he merely ripped the fabric away – he’d buy you new ones some other time – and pushed inside you in one long go. You gasped as the sensation of being filled but didn’t hesitate to glide up and down the others length, burying him deep inside you to hit all the right spots. “Slap me! Pull my hair”, you gasped the command and Saeyoung happily complied. He slapped your rear, hard and quick until pale skin turned bright red.

You gasped with every blow, the sting a pleasant sensation. You could feel the wetness between your legs getting more intense, arousal making itself known to Saeyoung as well. He knew exactly what he was doing to you and from the diabolic grin on his lips he quite enjoyed it. That is when he reached for your hair, holding it together and circling it around between his fingers to get a better grip. Saeyoung tugged harshly, a hiss falling from your lips. You quite enjoyed when he got rough with you, all frustration making way for pleasure.

His mouth attacked you neck, tongue trailing the vein there before he sucked at the tender skin. The sounds falling from your lips were of pure ecstasy, as your neck was rather sensitive and his lips were skilled. He then began nibbling and biting at the skin, leaving his marks all over your otherwise untouched skin. Meanwhile his hips were snapping upwards in a slow but pointed rhythm, making you squirm on his lap, pleasure seemingly overwhelming you. “What is it, sweetheart? You’re so uncommonly quiet”, he teased.

“Touch me”, you panted. “Touch me everywhere and no more talking.” You removed his hand from your behind to guide it to your centre for him to feel just what he was doing to you. He moaned as he dipped his fingers into the wetness awaiting him, circling your clit with his thumb as he pushed two fingers inside your tight heat alongside his cock. You felt even fuller now, desperately bouncing onto his cock and fingers, crocked inside you, driving you mad. All of it seemed too much and yet too little at the same time.

You found your peak when Saeyoung began sucking on your nipple, squeezing your breast with his free hand while nibbling hungrily at the other. His thrusts had become harsh and almost burning and the hickeys now spread over your chest as well. A handful of jabs later you were coming, cunt tightening around his cock, pulling the orgasm out of him as well as he spent himself within your welcoming heat. You collapsed against him, Saeyoung falling back onto the mattress with you on top. “Fuck, I really needed that.”

☀Saeran☀

After the night you’d shared upon realizing Saeran knew about your job all along the two of you had been mostly on the run. You got in hits here and there and you could work as whistle blower from about anywhere, so it wasn’t that much of an issue, but settling down hadn’t been an option for a couple of months at that point. You made it a habit to send Saeyoung a card once a month to let him know you and his sweet, sweet brother were still alive. Other than that, neither you nor Saeran dared to contact everyone else in fear of endangering them.

You did, however, attempt to help with the parties. Be it by sending Saeyoung some files of potential guests or donating a bunch of money to whatever cause they were supporting. Everything beyond that was strictly taboo for the both of you. Not that you minded too much. Most of the time you were either busy with work – people sure liked to have other people killed or fucked over – or with one another. The two of you had learned early on that every day spent alive was a privilege and you wanted to make the best out of every single one of them.

It was about two years into your spree that things began getting tighter. One of your team-mates on the whistle blower team had made a traceable mistake and now the FBI and CIA were after he both of you. Keeping a low profile wasn’t that big of a problem until you’d decided that splitting up was for the best, at least for the time being, and regretted the decision the second the two of you entered your new hotel room all by yourself, respectively. Both of you were miserable all alone and with no means to contact the other without being traced.


After trashing in bed for about an hour, sleep nowhere near, you decided that enough was enough. You were so used to sharing a bed with Saeran that sleeping by yourself seemed near impossible at this point. You got out of bed and walked the multiple blocks to the motel you knew Saeran was staying it. Of course you couldn’t just waltz in through the front door and have anyone see you. It was bad enough that you were visiting him at all, let alone be that direct about it. So instead you found yourself climbing up the wall and through the window.

When Saeran had broken into Rika’s apartment he’d made it look much easier than it turned out to be. You’d been staying at the fourteenth floor with rather intruder-proof windows and yet he’d managed to easily make his way inside like some sort of dark angel. Yet here you were, climbing through a fourth floor window, almost wheezing loud enough to wake Saeran that way. Admittedly, you should have brought more equipment, but the decision to come in the first place had been a rather rash one so you hadn’t been on top of your game.

Whatever the case, you were inside now and no one had seen you. So instead of wasting any more of the precious time you had together – come morning you would have to split up again – you made your way to the bed, climbing atop the others body and waking him up by gently caressing his face and brushing through his hair. Saeran was a light sleeper to begin with, but since you started the job he was even more wary than he’d been before. The drop of a pin could wake him and this situation was no different.

His eyes instantly shot up, hand harshly wrapping around your wrist and tugging you down. You found yourself on your back, pressed into the mattress by your lovers weight. Admittedly, that turned you on more than it should have. Then again you had come to his room with that particular situation in mind, so really he’d merely sped the entire process up. He was panting, staring at you with wide eyes before frowning in confusion as you grinned up at him mischievously. “I was a little lonely up in my room, so I thought I’d pay you a visit.”

Saeran huffed, letting go of your wrist and sitting up, brushing the strands of her from his eyes. “If someone saw you, you’re dead. We both are. Are you seriously horny enough to risk your life for this”, he asked, looking at you with an intense and calculating look. You let your eyes wander over his face, reaching out once more to cup it with one hand, thumb tracing the line of his cheekbone. “I’m willing to risk my life for you.” Apparently that took Saeran by surprise, even after all this time, as his face fell and he quickly looked away from you, seemingly ashamed. 

You know where this behaviour is coming from, something that happened at times when things seemed to finally become undeniably serious between the two of you and Saeran feared of getting too attached and losing something beloved once more overwhelmed him. You sighed, leaning forward to press a kiss to his forehead. "You say you’re numb inside, but I can’t agree, Saeran”, you said, getting his attention.“So the world’s unfair? Keep it locked out there!” You move closer then, burying your face in the crock of his neck, kissing along the sensitive skin. “In here it’s beautiful.”

Saeran was never good with emotions, but he was damn fantastic when it came to sex. Maybe because he was capable of detaching those two things, delivering on one without messing up the other. He tugged on your hair, catching your mouth with his. He kiss was breathtaking and bruising, your lips spit slick and swollen once he broke it. Sucking your bottom lip into his mouth before tugging at just enough for it to sting without drawing blood. “Let’s make this beautiful, then”, he agreed, voice dipped dangerously low. Promisingly low.

When he spoke like this you knew you were in for a ride and it wouldn’t be the gentle kind. The way you two moved was quick and precise with no time to waste. You tugged his shirt over his head while he ripped open yours, leaving it in shreds on the floor. You’d have to worry about that tomorrow. The rest of your clothes joined the shirt in a haze, naked bodies colliding in a storm of desire and passion. Saeran slid into your awaiting heat with easy, your legs over his shoulders as he snapped his hips against yours, almost snapping you in half in the process.

You pulled him even closer, your bodies rubbing against one another with every harsh thrust. Your nipples were hard against his chest, breasts jolting. You clawed down his back, leaving marks that would stay for days as he left his mark within you. Subtle, but no less effective. You pulled him in for a kiss, both of you fighting for dominance until he let you in, let your tongue push past his to lick into his mouth with fervour. Both of you moaned into the kiss, the bed shaking under the two of you. You didn’t see the orgasm coming, hitting you by surprise with an intensity that almost made you black out.

“Oh no, princess. No sleeping for you”, he said, pulling out and leaving you empty and dripping with your own juices. You were about to beg – whether for mercy or more you weren’t sure – when he suddenly flipped you over, lifted your hips of the bed and thrust right back home. “You woke me for this, remember”, he hissed, pointing each word with a harsh jab. When your moans increased in volume he reached around to cover your mouth, his hot breath ghosting over your ear as he fucked you from behind like some rabid dog.

You reached for the headboard for support, gripping it with both hands until your knuckles were about to rip the skin. You’d just come and yet you could feel another orgasm steadily building as he fucked inside you, one hand covering your mouth while the other rubbed at your sensitive clit. “I love taking you like this, like a little bitch”, he whispered into your ear, nibbling at it. He kept up the pace until you felt his cock twitch and jump within you. This time the two of you came together, his seed filling you up as the two of you trembled with ecstasy and collapsed onto the bed with exhausted and sated huffs.

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Sam rubs his hand over his face. What the hell just happened? How did he go from the one doing the dismissing to the one being dismissed? Sam’s not used to this. He knows how a mind works. He knows how to make sure he never has to be anyone but the one saying goodbye. What is it about this Bucky fucking Barnes that made him slip?

When Sam Wilson’s called to help solve a series of crimes in the small town of Brentonwood, Indiana (pop: 4,736) he expects to do what he’s done hundreds of times before: explore a new town, meet some new people and solve the case. What he gets when he meets Bucky Barnes is so much more than that.


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“This is your favorite movie of all time?” Yuuri asks.

When Victor sees Yuuri’s expression, he tosses a piece of popcorn at him. “You’ll like it. I still can’t believe you’ve never seen it before.”

He shrugs as a deep voice begins talking about all known laws of aviation. “I’ve seen the memes before. Isn’t that enough?”

“No, you need to see the real deal.” Victor pulls a blanket over both of their laps and then cuddles against Yuuri’s side, both arms around him.

~

A while later, Yuuri stares at him. “That was your favorite movie of all time?”

“You didn’t like it?”

“It was… It was good. Save the bees.”

“Save the bees,” Victor agrees, and yawns, falling asleep on his shoulder a few minutes later.

“Naruto never loved Sakura because of his rivalry to Sasuke.”

I literally hear that almost every time since after the movie came out back then. Since it’s canon, we “have” to accept it. But it’s not possible because in the manga we just got told over and over again that Naruto indeed had feelings for Sakura.


It’s a bit of a long rant, that’s why I’ve put it under “read more”.

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lexy4020  asked:

whenever someone says "get over it it's just a movie" for the new dn movie i just want to scream like wtf is so hard to understand that representation matters and not everything has to have a white lead like damn you really had to change an entire show that was based in JAPAN to a white lead for some reason like was that really necessary

They did the same thing is Ghost in the Shell, which I’m also pretty mad about. They’re never gonna learn, oh my gosh :))

anonymous asked:

Thoughts on how Xavier is portrayed in Logan?

A very interesting and bold take on the character! Probably the stand-out element of the film for me on a personal level (yes, even over Laura).

Executed through solid writing and disturbingly on-point acting of a person with Alzheimer’s from Patrick Stewart. Seeing what has, for over 10 years, been a kind & stalwart father figure in the movie series reduced to a sagging, soft mess is so gut-wrenching. Hearing him stumble sentences from sage advice, to paranoia, to bouts of swearing, all with eyes clouded by cataracts… ugh. It’s horrible to watch - but that’s the kind of movie this is. You’re going to get catharsis the hard way.  

(And I speak from experience, these behaviors are VERY realistic. Hit a little close to home at some points)

Even still, the story never forgets that Charles is a loving and nurturing person. Traces of his younger self emerge as he dotes on Laura, and in between the screaming and accusations, he still tries to set Logan on a better path.

Like I said, rough to watch, but still a beautiful tragedy.

random things that i feel unbridled rage for

  1. the movie the quiet man starring john wayne 
  2. live action cartoon remakes
  3. when they show animals in the pokemon anime
  4. my headphones being ripped out of my ears
  5. really big parking lots that are never completely used
  6. terfs who take corny pride in being terfs.
  7. the humans that brought european starlings over to america   

anonymous asked:

netflix anon here!! hehe. I completely get your point dude and believe me, I agree wholeheartedly, I think this is actually the first time I've seen like 95% of youtube comments complaining about a characters race; I saw more people complaining about people complaining over ghost in the shell's whitewashing than actual people calling the movie out on it. and regarding the tfc thing, I'm pretty sure the only characters with confirmed races are riko, nicky and seth (who in a potential show +

seth too??? ive always seen people draw him and do edits but i never knew his race was confirmed to be black? all this time i thought it was a fanon thing oh my god…. that’s actually… very problematic… considering how seth was in the books

i added thea because she was described to have dark skin and long braided dark hair so i totally see her as a black woman

So there's a movie coming out about the holodomor

I just want to get a few things out of the way because I know tumblr and how they react to this.

-yes the cast is white Irish/Englishman portraying Eastern Europeans
-Yes they speak in very English accents
-yes there is a somewhat forced heterosexual subplot

But please. For the love of God. Don’t. Boycott it over this. This film is about genocide. About the systematic killing of Ukrainians. There has never been a film about this, it’s never taught in any history book, and to this day Russia denies it ever happened.

This movie is so critical, and as a Ukrainian I am begging you not to shit on it and go full sjw for not accurately depicting the people of the region. Believe me we, Ukrainians, do not fucking care that the representation is not 100% accurate. Seriously, every Ukrainian in the comments of the trailer is begging people to forget about the English accents and are just relieved people are finally learning about this. we want our story heard and we want the world to be aware of Ukrainian suffering and take interest in the nations current state of affairs. Please support Bitter Harvest when it comes out in February.

“he just left in the middle of an argument” dump him
“he rolls his eyes when I start to cry” dump him
“we never agree on what movie to watch and we always go with his choice” dump him
“when he’s mad he’ll stand up straight and tower over me” dump him
“his friends make me uncomfortable” dump him
“he didn’t appreciate the gift I made him” dump him
“I don’t like that he drinks every day” dump him
“sometimes he ignores what I said during sex unless I say it again” dump him
“he told me he doesn’t like it when I wear my favorite sweater” dump him
“he threw something when he got mad once” dump him
“he won’t yell but sometimes he’ll just stop responding until I stop talking about it” dump him
“he doesn’t want me to go to my friend’s parties without him, but he never wants to go” dump him
“he pouts and says his last girlfriend did it for him” dump him
“he plays pranks on me that I don’t like” dump him
“he doesn’t think my jokes are very funny and makes fun of me for it” dump him
“he wants me to wear more make up” dump him
“he got angry that I cut my hair” dump him
“he still hasn’t met my parents” dump him
“he talks about me giving him kids, but we’ve never talked about our future” dump him
“he whines that condoms don’t feel as good” dump him
“I like having a boyfriend, but I have to put up with a lot for this one” dump him (:

More fucky things...

Where was Ben’s 20 page monologue they were so excited for during comicon? 

Where was the scene Martin was uncomfortable to film, and had to do it alone? (it wasn’t Mary’s death scene cause other actors were present)

Why was John typing into a jpg file about a baby that wasn’t born yet?

Why did Lady Smallwood’s name change from Elizabeth to Alicia? 

Why in the hell did Mycroft let his sister who he KNOWS is a manipulative genius psychopath talk to another  manipulative genius psychopath?

Why all the water imagery that was never followed up on?

Why the glowing, sometimes black, skull painting?

Why constantly build Mary up as a villain, then have a half-arsed redemption arch? 

Why WHY do that Molly Hooper?

Why think a secret sibling would be ‘history making’ when it’s an over used, soap opera level trope?

Why would Amanda say an actor playing more than one character would be ‘ground breaking’ when orphan black, vampire dairies, Tyler Perry’s movies and soooo many others do the same thing?

WHY?? 

Something has to be up, this makes NO sense.

Edit: ALSO why this: “ Doesn’t matter who you really are” and “I know who you are” and “its about the legend and stories” When they’ve said OVER AND OVER it’s not a detective show, it’s a show about a detective???

@abouthetwofthem added some great points, so I’ll add them here so we can see!

Also, WHY don’t we know anything about John’s letter, or Sherlock’s recurring dream yet?

WHY did they introduce Hopkins, if she only had a secondary role in the first episode?

WHY did they make a reference to Irene Adler in TLD?

WHY did they credit Henry Knight’s actor and Irene’s actress if the first didn’t appear at all and the second was just mentioned?

WHY did they spread fake rumors about Colin Morgan being in the show and fake pictures of “young Mycroft” ’s actor (don’t know if you remember this, he was thin and had big ears)?

WHY did they use Eurus’ metaphor of the “little girl on the plane” in such a twisted way? How could she be the little girl and herself at the same time?

And WHY “it’s all about the wallpaper”?

The signs in a horror movie:
  • Aries: Questions everything and runs for their life
  • Taurus: Goes to the kitchen to grab a snack and never comes back
  • Gemini: Tries to lighten the mood with jokes but doesn't pay enough attention and gets left behind
  • Cancer: Cries in a corner till it's all over
  • Leo: Acts like they're not scared but freaks out when others are killed
  • Virgo: Is the killer.
  • Libra: Enlists one of their many boyfriends to save them
  • Scorpio: Finds the killer hot and flirts to their death
  • Sagittarius: Takes charge and uses common sense to get out
  • Capricorn: Makes bad choices and ends up accidentally killing themselves
  • Aquarius: Grabs the nearest knife and challenges the killer to a fight
  • Pisces: Hides in a closet and snapchats the whole thing
the signs as Fanon Homestuck characters i experienced in fics over the years because i Love being in Pain

ARIES: goth girl that never smiles. has no friends for some reason?? probably sleeps in a coffin. theres bones all over the house oh my god they are everywhere. “I can see dead people.” jokes

TAURUS: “uHHHHHHHHH,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,” s-s-s-s-stuttering mess. shy apparently? constantly bullied. also has no friends?? looks like they’re 9. im in pain just typing this

GEMINI: owns every bee and bee movie paraphernalia. will fix ur computer w/ a smile like a damn wizard. works at gamestop. has a cellar full of honey all their kitchen cupboards are nothing but jars of honey.

CANCER: doesn’t know any insult other than FUCKASS. all they watch is romcoms and literally does nothing else. 

LEO: probably owns a fursuit. fervently stalks couples displayed on their shipping wall and screams I SHIP IT when something happens. has no character outside of being friends with sagittarius

VIRGO: boring mom friend. in fact has already adopted u, they’re ur New Mom and cancer is ur new sibling. wearing ugly clothes? WILL make u an entire wardrobe without ur knowing to Surprise u

LIBRA: licks everything. doesn’t kno what personal space is. have they licked u yet? here they come dude u Cannot Escape. if they arent Licky McGee they’re eating a bowl of Red Chalk Cereal every hour

SCORPIO: either a helpless “i-it’s not that i like u, b-baka!” tsundere or the Violent School Bully Trope. there’s no inbetween my guy.

SAGITTARIUS: they live in a constant state of sweat. all they do is stand there have have sweat gush forth from their body. their friends are gone they vanished amidst the Sweat Lake, they’re the lonely island in the middle of the Sweat Ocean

CAPRICORN: Jared Leto’s The Joker™. 

AQUARIUS: sometimes on a moonless night… if u listen hard enough u can hear the distant cries of wwehs and nyehs softly on the salty sea breeze

PISCES: i can be your angle or yuor devil. owns a cuttlefish farm where homegrown GMO free cuttlefish are carefully handpicked from cuttle trees. distinct lack of fish puns

John Boyega’s only upcoming starring/leading role that he’s booked since starring as the male lead in Star Wars is in a movie that he’s co-producing. He’s literally having to make his own opportunities. Meanwhile, Daisy Ridley, who’d never been in a film before Star Wars, has 3 starring roles booked and is in talks for another. Hollywood is racist trash. 

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Vacant Cinema: Jane Eyre (2011) dir. Cary Joji Fukunaga

I wish a woman could have action in her life, like a man. It agitates me to pain that the skyline over there is ever our limit. I long sometimes for a power of vision that would overpass it, if I could behold all I imagine. I’ve never seen a city. I’ve never spoken with men. And I fear my whole life will pass.