without-holding-back

Can we talk about the importance of Dante in “Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe”?

He’s a character who’s completely unapologetic about wearing his emotions on his sleeves, while at the same time just being a genuinely good person.

Too often, LGBT characters and individuals in real life are forced to hide their emotions for one reason or another - generally at the fear of what others might think if we’re too open.

But nope. Dante doesn’t care. He’ll kiss his dad on the cheek and tell Ari he loves him without holding back in the least (even though he’s demonstrated to be worried about losing Ari as a friend in the process).

We need more role models like that.

1) Smile at strangers. Because the world is tough enough without holding back such a simple kindness.
And so what if they don’t smile back? A smile is a gift to both the giver and the receiver.

2) Exhale compliments like carbon dioxide. You’re carrying a mouth full of bandages if you’d only say something.

3) School is important. But not more important than your mental health.

4) Your goals are attainable. Everyone who ever did; first believed that they could. So believe. Every expert was once a novice. So practice.

5) Be honest.

6) Don’t take your friends for granted. Take them to the movies instead. Hold them tighter. Remember that it might be the last time.

7)Living is not about competing with everyone else. I know it feels like a race but the only record you need to beat is your own. Be better than you were yesterday.

8)Your success doesn’t mean another person’s failure. You won’t get happiness by taking it away from someone else.

9)You are worthy. You are good. You are loved. Don’t ever forget it. Write it down before breakfast. Sing it in the shower. Feel it in your bones like marrow; in your skin like pins and needles; in your heart like a first love.

10) The count down is silent but you’re still running out of time. Do the things you’ve been thinking about.

11) I know that fear of success can be even more paralysing than fear of failure. What if you achieve all your goals? What if your dreams really do come true? But you won’t find the answer by asking the question.

12) Things will not always work out how you hoped. Be flexible. When the hurricane comes remember that the tree that does not bend; will break.

13) Buy yourself flowers. You are all the reason you need.

14) Be kind to your body. Drink more water. Take a nap. Dance. Don’t just live; feel alive.

15) Applaud yourself. You did good. You’ll do better. The possibilities are endless.

16) Be patient. Most of the things that take time are worth waiting for.

17) You can change whenever you want to. This is your story. So turn to a fresh page. Write yourself over. Call it a plot twist. Don’t let anyone tell you how it ends.

—  17 things I need you to remember this year by Ceres @mentamorphisis
Now onto this famous scene from Episode 2: Attack of the Clones.

The importance of this scene is heavy weighted on Anakin’s view point. He starves for affection, for acknowledgment, and for familiarity. After years stuck with the Jedi who we all know by now kept him at arm’s length and never actually accepted him. Now this person, this angel who he longed for and loved since the age of nine has come back to his life and he can’t contain his excitement. It’s as if he was dead until the moment he saw her again. He wants to tell her everything without holding anything back because he knows she won’t judge him… and that is something only his mom ever done for him. A reassurance, that someone [ admittedly ] cares about him *going back to the Japor Snippet scene in Ep1*. Everything seems perfect, too perfect in fact. So naturally, as soon as Padmé opens her mouth in this scene in particular I’m afraid our dear Padawan was able to return to a sense of… difficult reality which clearly expose how much different their upbringing fundamentally is.

Padmé: We used to come here for school retreat. We would swim to that island every day. I love the water. We used to lie out on the sand and let the sun dry us and try to guess the names of the birds singing.

[ note: lol, I just love how she just bragged about water to a slave boy from a dusty planet. Padmé no! ]

And we see unmistakably that Anakin is having hard time sinking in his own feelings. Up till this moment he was able to forget their status: former slave, former queen. But now it’s all back and he can’t even smile. Like at all. And no one of course can expect him to. While he wants to get to know the woman he loves so much, the thing she was saying kinda felt like drinking acid. I mean what is someone like him expected to answer to that? Having to hear; about such beautiful lavished and serene moment so very much unlike anything that happened in his entire harsher young life. This is where the awkwardness begins. At one point he wants her to keep talking to him, and at another he knows he can’t possibly relate to anything she says.

Anakin: I don’t like sand. It’s coarse and rough and irritating and it gets everywhere. Not like here. Here everything is soft and smooth.

This line isn’t about sand. This line isn’t about Anakin’s hatred of sand. This line is about Anakin’s original home, Tatooine, the place where his mother is (currently) slowly dying in. The muse of his nightly nightmares and where his nonexistence sad childhood had began. Except; he couldn’t just say it out loud. It’d ruin the mood for one thing and surely illustrate the vast gap between their worlds. That could only play into his fears, and serves as reminder that he’s not good enough for her. So, he tries clumsily and awkwardly to connect with her on simpler terms.

This overlooked moment shows how two different worlds came together and how it wasn’t an easy thing to do thanks to the major difference and unforgiving aspects. This very moment also was the start of Anidala courtship.

Family Ties

Request: @widowsfics   The last one ( I swear) 4 and 11 with Steve

@vashanatasha   11) “Did you use my cologne? You smell like me.“ with Stevie 🙏🏻

Prompts: 4)“I don’t want to go, your dad doesn’t like me.”

11) “Did you use my cologne? You smell like me.”

Words: 1156

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Warnings: Fluffy like so much fluffy 

Thank you @widowsfics  you are the best and i love you.

“Babe, please.” You plead to your boyfriend as soon as he lies in bed with you. He looks so good with his hair wet and sweatpants “You know that I would do anything for you, but not this.” You turn around staring at his blue eyes, Steve was always such a good boyfriend, unless when it comes to your family then he refuses to have a conversation.

“You always do this, can’t you see how important is this party to me?” You say gently trying to convince him, a couple of weeks ago your sister got engaged and your family was throwing her a party on Sunday to celebrate but Steve was being stubborn trying to make you go alone.

“Sweetheart, you don’t need me. All your family and friends are going to be there. I bet you are going to have a lot more fun without me. You can dance, gossip and drink without me to hold you back.” You roll your eyes at him; sometimes he really acted like a 100-year-old guy.

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anonymous asked:

Goku Destroying universes?!?!? WHAT I need to catch up on Super but give me the Deets Jax

Okay so basically in the New Arc of Dragon Ball Super Goku wanted to fight in a Multiverse tournament so he went and talked to GOD and GOD said sure

So GOD makes up the rules for the Tournament and God (Or the High Priest Angel) Decides that all 12 Universes COMPETING will have a chance to win and prove theyre the best but THE LOSING UNIVERSE will BE ERASED that means the Kais and Gods of Destruction are ERASED as well. ALSO meaning the afterlife for that Universe will be erased so if you die you literally dont exist but it doesnt matter cause you are erased.

So only 1 universe can win and 7 Will be Erased. 

4 of the Universes are safe because the quality of life in them are high. 

So everyone IS FREAKING OUT about this but Goku is all

“I just wanna fight strong folks I’ll FIGHT EVERYONE COME AT ME BRO”

He literally says that no BS

so When Goku fights this dude named Bergamo he pleads to GOD hey. 

Originally posted by bird-studio

If I win this make it so all the universes are exempt and wont be destroyed please and GOD agrees if he wins he’ll leave all the universes alone but if Goku holds back and lets the dude win he’ll destroy all 12 universes on the spot. So Goku just wants a good fight and battles the dude without holding back and kicks his ass

Originally posted by vgeta

So after he beats him all the other universes are lookin at Goku like WHY DID YOU AGREE TO THIS and GOKU SAYS 

Like totally just Saiyan Blood Hyped up and then at the end this Dude who looks like Robotnic is gonna fight him to see if Goku is evil and Goku says

And then they are going to fight. Honestly it feels like Goku’s TRUE SAIYAN nature is overtaking him to the point he’s indifferent to the Googleplex of lives that could be lost because he wanted to battle 

EDIT FOR THOSE who keep saying OmniKing was gonna destroy those universes anyway.

Thats not the Main POINT of the issue the Main Point is Goku really Doesn’t care about anyone else BUT FIGHTING. So all that “He gave em a fighting chance Bullshit” Doesnt really matter because he didnt care in the first place. When he found out that all the Universes were at stake he was like “Oh….well that sucks. Oh well” but he wasn’t shaken at all. and I know people are saying “well if they win he could use the Super DragonBalls and Restore them” etc but still the fact he is becoming so Indifferent to all the Lives that could be lost is fuckin Bullshit. I know he’s done selfish shit before like
Letting Vegeta, Frieza, and Buu Live when he couldve killed them

or giving a Cell a senzu bean and letting him wail on his son just cause he wanted to see a good fight and thought Gohan will eventually rage boost.

They REALLY Need to address this because even Kid Goku and Early DBZ Goku would not have pulled this shit or if they did they would still be worried about people’s lives, Yes even the japanese one did show he cared numerous times throughout the series so thats what irks me

Donghyun's letter to national producers

“Hello national producers, I am Brand New Music’s trainee HongGeonie ‘Kim Donghyun’. I would have greeted everyone right away, but it took some time because I wanted to write a more sincere letter. Honestly, to think that someone who was just a trainee and didn’t have a chance to stand on many stages would be filming a broadcast… Everything from 1-10, I was ‘question mark’ about. I was also an avid viewer of Produce 101 Season 1 and enjoyed it very much. I think I was even more nervous because it was a dream-like program that touched me and gave me strength in being a trainee. ^^

Also, since it was the first time revealing idol trainees from Brand New Music, I think I was even more nervous because we wanted to show a cool side of ourselves. I remember showing our ‘self-composed song’, Hollywood, during the first recordings and I also remember meeting national producers for the first time at Sangam-dong prior to the first broadcast. One of the national producers saw my name tag and called out my name!! Ever since then, something moved in my heart and I decided that it’s okay even if it’s one person, but I want to show a cool side of myself. Now that I’m trying to write a letter like this, I can remember everything from the beginning to the end. The thing I feel most regrettable about is that I don’t think I was able to fully show who Kim Donghyun is, so that’s most regrettable. Maybe it’s because I’m still camera-shy, but I don’t think my actual self was portrayed often… As we all regret things once it passes, I have a lot of regret left about not being able to show myself more… Since I’m still a trainee, there aren’t many opportunities for me to show you all myself, so I’m worried about when I’ll be able to show myself again, but I believe that I will be able to see you soon!!  And if that opportunity comes, I will show myself ma.gu.ma.gu (a lot) without holding back!! There are also things I wanted to say. During the 4 total stages I did during Produce 101 Season 2, I think I was able to be stronger thanks to all of the cheers and votes from national producers. And while filming, I was able to get really close with the trainee hyungs, dongsaengs, and same-age friends, and learned a lot of things, so I’m really thankful for being given those new relationships, meaningful lessons and experiences. Secondly, the letters that were sent by national producers!! I really do read each and every one. I read them before going into the training camp and I would make time in the middle of the night to read them as well. It really became a large source of strength for me throughout the filming. Compared to the other Brand New Music members, my ranking was a bit low and there were times where I had regrets about the performances I did, and there were other upsetting events too, but whenever something like that would happen, I was able to be strong through the kind and sweet words in the letters sent by national producers…. Thank you..!! There were so many things I wanted to say, but now that I’m actually trying to write it in a letter, I feel like I might cry, so I’m unable to the letter out as easily as I want to… While doing Produce 101 Season 2, I was able to realize so well that there are so many people who cheer me on and love me as well as what I need to do for  those people!!!

Also, lastly, although I regrettably left first, our Daehwi, Woojin, and Youngmin hyung, who are still at the recordings, are Brand New Music family who really have a lot of skills and charms! They will continue to show more cool and charming sides to themselves, so please cheer them on a lot and vote for them!! Please also love me a lot too (wink) Haha. I will work even! harder!! and appear as a cool Brand New Music’s Kim Donghyun!! so please wait just a bit more! Thank you so so much to national producers who have cheered me on!! I really, really love you ♡!”

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What you would experience if each chakra was balanced:

1. Root chakra: You would feel safe, secure, comfortable, relaxed, and grounded. You would have no fearful thoughts and thoughts that used to make you feel fear no longer would.

2. Sacral Chakra: You would feel pleasure and be able to experience feelings of joy without any guilt.

3. Solar plexus Chakra: You would feel confident, say no when you want to say no, and yes when you want to say yes.

4. Heart Chakra: You would feel love in your heart.

5. Throat Chakra: You would be able to speak your truth without holding back. You would enjoy expressing yourself.

6. Third Eye Chakra: You’d feel clarity and have a good sense of what decisions to make.

7. Crown Chakra: You’d be aware of yourself and your surroundings, while also feeling bliss.

Catch Me (Intro)

Summary: In which a bet leads Bucky to have to catch you every day for a week, no matter what.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 969

A/N: This fic is inspired by this moment in Brooklyn Nine Nine (where Terry drops his coffee mug in order to catch Jake). 

There are going to be multiple parts to this fic and I hope you guys are as excited as me. A lot of fluff is going to ensue from here on out. 

Special thanks to @avengerstories for editing this for me. You are the very best. 

Originally posted by iron-man-captain-dorito

You are walking past the living room when you notice that someone is in there. Abandoning your quest for a sandwich, you enter the room and find Bucky with his metal arm under one of the couch cushions. You don’t even have to ask what he’s looking for. “Lost your earphones again, huh?”

“I didn’t lose them,” he mutters while dropping down to the floor to look under the sofa. “They’ve just been misplaced.”

You cross your arms over your chest and chuckle. “If you say so.”

Bucky abruptly stands up from his position on the floor and fixes you with a hard glare. Most people would probably cower under the scrutiny, but not you. You and Bucky have been butting heads for eight months; a rivalry that began the moment you joined forces with the Avengers. Those eight months have been filled with nonstop arguments, snide remarks, and an overabundance of scowls pointed in each other’s direction.

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Vogue Hombre  Jared Leto  Translation Part 2

In case anyone else was curious as to what the side columns and captions were saying, I translated those too. 

Thanks to @she-dreams-of-leto for requesting it! 

Pictures taken from: @mars-avenue (Last picture from @jared-leto-news because some of the words were cut off and I wanted the full picture) 

Translation by me. 

Top left: Total momentum. Men’s fashion invites you to a seductive change. 

Bottom Left: Jared Leto. The talent and the rebelliousness have been key for the musician and actor who has broken all boundaries. 


Left side: Without anything to detain him, Jared Leto has conquered all platforms that he has worked for [singing, acting, directing, etc.] In the fashion world, Alessandro Michele considers him a person capable of encompassing the essence of the fragrance Gucci Guilty Absolute.


Caption in the picture, bottom left corner: Breaking the norm without anything to hold him back! Light silk coat with embroidered details and a cotton t-shirt with the Gucci logo on it, both items from Gucci.


Between the collage of pictures: Whole Lotta Love by Led Zeppelin, Gucci Guilty Absolute, sunglasses by Carrera. 

Below the collage: Timeless spirit. We zoned into Jared Leto’s mystical and most personal universe in which he shared some details that have great meaning in his life. Sport: Rock climbing; Animal: wolves; Album: Whole Lotta Love by Led Zeppelin; Fragrance: Gucci Guilty Absolute; City: Los Angeles; Fetish: Sunglasses.

Top Left: Genius figure. T-Shirt, sweatshirt, and poncho all from Gucci. Previous post: Jacket, sport pants, knit beanie, and platform sneakers, all from Gucci. In this picture: Hair by Gregory Russel / The Wall Group; Styled (hair) by Jamie Taylor / The Wall Group; Producer: Joy Asbury / Joy Asbury; Production: Tommy Roomers / Joy Asbury; Assistants of Photography: David Swanson and Kieth Coleman; Media assistant: Andrew Sauceda. 


Bottom Right: Dark romance. Three piece tuxedo and an extra large bowtie, socks, and shoes with a metal buckle, all from Gucci. Previous page: sweater, cotton t-shirt, pants and beanie all from Gucci. 

Next Time (Solangelo)

This is a smut fic filling the request of @bailci hope you like it!

Between 2,000 and 4,000 words. Rated M
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Dark. Dark dark inky dark all around. Shadows hug my aching sides. The blackness tenderly touches my bleeding skin. God, even my eyes hurt, which makes no sense.


Well, I mean I guess it kind of does, when you consider that I’m traveling through basically a wormhole of darkness and trying not to pass out from exhaustion. I focus hard, squeezing my aching eyes closed.


‘You’re almost back, Nico.’ I think hard, trying to keep myself conscious. ‘Don’t you fucking quit now when you’re so close’ I scream in my head.


Now, I bet you’re wondering what in Hades happened to me. Well, let’s just say one teenager against a horde of monsters is not an easy fight, no matter how many undead soldiers you can conjure up.


My head is pounding, and my heart is beating so fast that I can feel it vibrating in my chest. I’m almost there…


With one final burst of energy, I pop (there really is no better word to describe my entrance) out of the deep shadow of the big house. I remain standing for a holy half second, before crumpling to the ground in a bloody heap.


My breathing is labored and shallow, and the agonizingly deep and long cuts in my skin throb angrily. If I’m completely honest, I’m not sure how I’m even still alive, let alone conscious.


I drop my head to the ground and close my eyes, trying to block out as much of the pain as I can. Gods, I don’t even have the energy to call for help!


I can hear the other campers walking around; the laughter of friend groups, the clash of swords in a tight spar, and the unmistakeable splash of Percy entertaining the younger campers with his water powers. But they’re too far.


And I’m bleeding out.


I almost summon an ironic laugh. After all I’ve been through in my 16 (normal) years of life, is this seriously how I’m going out? A solo battle and being too far away to call for help? I let out a breath, and I utter a small sound. Pretty much a pained moan. It’s all I can do.


“Did anyone else hear that?” A voice says. My eyes snap open. Someone is close by.


“I think so…” Another voice exclaims. Both are female and sound young… maybe twelve or thirteen.


I can hear their footsteps crunching softly on the gravel, being cautious, as every demigod should be.


I’m focusing on them. I’m focusing so hard on their nearing footsteps that I almost miss the taste of metal filling my mouth. But then, it starts building.


My mouth is filling with blood, and I’m panicking. I can’t breathe. I can’t fucking breathe. I try to bring my hands up to claw at my throat, and find myself unable to move them.


‘Oh Gods. Oh Gods-’ I think frantically as the red liquid spills over my lips and dribbles down my chin. ‘is this it?’ The thought has barely crossed my mind when a shrill scream permeates my ears.


I’m nearly choking on my own blood by the time I hear one of the girls yell-


“Get Chiron, now.” She says, before I slip into a complete daze, almost like my death trance. It’s cloudy and misted in my mind when I feel the vibrations in the ground of Chiron’s hooves galloping over to the back of the big house where I lay. My vision swims from hazy to clear as he lifts me gently into his arms.


“Get Will. Now. Hurry!” I hear him say, but it sounds far away, as if he’s speaking to me through a phone…


I can taste the savory flavor of ambrosia when we enter the infirmary. The familiar taste of a pomegranate tart is dulled by my senses.


After about ten minutes and a dangerous amount of ambrosia, my vision clears finally, and my mouth has stopped spilling blood. My wounds are still shedding crimson onto the sterile white sheets without holding back. I can’t move, but out of what is in my field of vision, I can make out the bustle of healers around me.


I look desperately for Will, but he’s nowhere in sight.


An IV is put into my arm once I reach my ambrosia and nectar limit to keep me alive, but I don’t know how much it’s going to help. I feel pretty beyond saving at this point.


“Where is he?” I hear a shout come from outside of the room, probably in the hallway. Everyone in the room stops moving, until the door is thrown open.


In the open doorway stands Will, his blonde hair messy, and his blue eyes sparkling with determination and fear. He looks around for just a moment, before his eyes lock on me and widen. “Nico-” he whispers, sprinting to my bedside and taking my hand. Just his presence is enough to help me through the pain. He looks at me with eyes full of seriousness and worry. “what the fuck did you do to yourself” he asks me, dead serious. I’m a surprised by his use of language; Will doesn’t curse much.


“A-a m-m-missio-n” I croak out in a jumble of stuttered syllables. His eyes harden.


“And you went without telling anyone…” He looks at me hard in my brown eyes, and I melt, right then and there, into his heartbreaking smolder. “not even me…” He grips my hand tighter, and I wince from not his grip, but from collective pain.


He sits straight up when I do so, startling me. He stands up, and over me.


“Guys, clear out for a few hours. Let me take care of him.” Will says to the other medics in the room. They all nod and head out, trusting Will completely with me, knowing that with him in charge, I will do more than just pull through.


As soon as the other people leave the room, and the door is shut, Will walks straight over to it. For a terrifying second, I think he’s going to leave me, before I notice that he’s just locked the door and is walking back to me.


Strange, but I’m in absolutely no place to question him seeing as I’m literally dying.


“W-why did you lock the d-door?” I ask him, some strength returning to my voice from the efforts of the ambrosia and nectar. He just walks over to me, and pushes my black hair out of my eyes.


“Because I don’t want anyone walking in-” he says, staring at me with a look so powerful it makes me almost have to look away. He takes some more steps towards me, and hovers over my bedside, a gentle, caring smile on his beautiful face. “Healing is personal. Especially with someone you love.” He says it casually, but my eyes widen at the words. He… loves me?


Before I have time to contemplate though, a sharp stab of pain rips through my body, and I reflexively arch my back, gritting my teeth and letting out a strangled gasp.


“F-fuck!” I stutter, and Will gets right to work.


I can see why he locked the door when he starts peeling off my bloodstained and slashed shirt, showing him the bone-deep gashes all over my chest, stomach, arms, and even… below my navel.


My face heats up for no reason when his eyes travel over my pale, exposed bloody skin.


‘He’s just doing his job-’ I find myself thinking.


“Okay. I’m going to put my hands on you, and heal you. You may have some scars or minor scabbing over left from the deepest wounds-” he cuts off taking a deep breath and looking at me, yet again, straight in the eye. “but I’ll do my best.” I nod to show that I understand, but my voice isn’t working.


He places his warm, steady hands on my chest and stomach; one over my heart, and the other over my belly-button. He presses down lightly, though I feel no pain from his touch. Suddenly, a soft golden light starts to emit from his hands, warming my whole body and numbing all pain.


I find myself having to hold back moans because of how amazing it feels to be healed by Will; I can feel my strength returning, and my skin regrowing. My wounds are scabbing, and some are even completely disappearing.


Way too soon, Will has taken his hands off my torso, panting and sweaty from the effort it took to heal me. He wipes his brow on the back of his hand, and looks upon me with a smile; I blush when his eyes seem to darken as they rake up and down my body.


“How ‘ya feeling?” He asks in his adorable Will-voice. I move my arms, testing them out, and cracking the joints.


“Good as new.” I say, looking up at him with a smile as I sit up in the red-stained sheets. He sighs in relief, before biting his lip.


“Uhh. I-I have to ask…” He looks down, suddenly nervous. Scratching the back of his neck, he continues the thought. “Aren’t those pants uncomfortable? All… you know… covered in blood?” He asks me sheepishly. A blush creeps its way onto my face.


“Uhh… yeah.” I say. He looks to me with a nervous smile.


“How would you like a different pair?” He asks cheekily, and despite my blush I giggle. Even after me nearly dying, this guy can bring out laughter from the deep depths of who-knows-where-my-sense-of-humor-is. Anyway, I shrug.


“Yeah, actually…” I say quietly, feeling self conscious about Will seeing… well, me. He smiles and reaches into a drawer, producing a pair of black sweats.


“They should fit-” he says, throwing the pants to me.


“Thanks.” I say, before absent-mindedly stripping off my bloody pants and leaving me just my ripped boxers. I look up to see Will staring at me, a bright blush covering his cheeks. He looks up when he notices that I caught him staring, and his blush darkens even more.

“S-sorry…” He stutters. I look him over. He’s still looking at me as if he’s under a trance, and it’s honestly pretty strange. Until I notice something.

His pants are… uh… tightening. A noticeable bulge has started to grow in his jeans, and I can’t believe it. Will Solace is getting turned on my me changing my pants. I throw the sweatpants away, the need to get dressed forgotten. I nervously twist the skull ring on my finger at I look at him.


And now I’m getting turned on my him biting his lip.


And him trying to discreetly crack his knuckles.


And his crazily messed up hair that I just want to run my finger through as he fucks me-


And now I’m walking towards him. And now we’re kissing. Gods, this is not just a kiss. It has to be some magic gift or something from Aphrodite.


His lips are so soft and warm, it’s like pressing my mouth to a cloud of steam. My tongue pushes tentatively into his mouth, not quite sure what to do, but apparently doing it right because Will sighs and pushes his hand into my black wavy hair. He pulls back just for a second, his eyes clouded with a list that makes my already impressive boner that much harder. His swollen lips may also be a contributing factor.


“You’re supposed to be healing-” he says as I start kissing his neck. I follow my instincts on what to do; biting softly and then harder at some places; eliciting animalistic moans from him that make me want to come right then and there. “Nico, you just almost died…” He protests weakly between moans.


“But I’m fine now, thanks to you.” I reply between kisses, my hands under his shirt and sliding it over his head.


His own are running over my already bare chest; they trace the indentations of my pecs and my light abs, (the beginnings of what I hope will turn into a fabulous six-pack.) down to my prominent 'V’ line.


I keep kissing his neck and collar bone, at one point biting and sucking so hard I’m sure it will leave a sizable hickey; not that I care. It just shows everyone that this man is mine.


“Fuck, Solace…” I breathe the words as he palms my erection through my boxers, the thin fabric not leaving much to the imagination.


“Okay, just wait a sec.” He says back sassily as I begin to undo his belt, eventually slipping it out of its’ loops and pulling off his jeans. My cock twitches when I see him almost completely bare.


Gods, he is perfect.


“Nico Di fucking Angelo.” He breathes. “How did I end up here?” He laughs, and I smile, his tented underwear calling me to pull it off and take what’s inside.


“Dunno, but I’m glad it happened.” I say, throwing all control out the window and pushing him up against the wall, pressing our hips together and a sharp moan escaping my lips. I recapture his swollen lips and use one hand to pin Will’s hands over his head on the wall, and use the other to pull off his underwear.


I look down for just a moment to admire the fucking gorgeous cock of Will Solace. It has to be at least eight inches…


eight inches of Apollo-bore heaven.


“You’re so beautiful” I say to him as I start touching him, electing little gasps and grunts from him with each flick of my wrist. I run my thumb slowly over the slit, catching beads of precum on it as it glides over. He breathes heavily and smirks, looking me in the eyes.


“You have no- ah! Fuck!-” he moans in the middle of his sentence, to my satisfaction, when I give him a hard pump. “i-idea how much I want to bend you over a table and fuck you until you can’t walk for days-” he says breathily, pushing my hand off his cock and flipping us so that my back is now against the wall, and I can feel his hot, aroused breath on my face.


Just the words coming out of his mouth make me want to moan, so when he licks and kisses all the way down to the tip of my dick, you can guess how I felt. He looks up at me for a moment, silently asking permission. I nod, and he puts my head in his mouth.


Just the feeling of it makes me moan his name.


“W-Will!” I pant, my hands buried in his hair as he bobs his head, and I thrust along with him. He takes all eight and a half inches at some points, and I have to resist thrusting my whole length down his throat. “fuck…” I moan again as he swirls his tongue around the shaft, before leaving me right on the edge when he lets me go with a string of spit connecting my cock with his lips.


“I want to finish with you.” He says, and I nod, hard as it is… then, I smile.


“Sorry, what do you want me to do?” I ask him, feigning ignorance. He raises an eyebrow.


“I think you know.” He says, running his hands down my body, causing me to shiver.


I shake my head.


“No, I think you need to tell me.” I say to him, and he smiles, catching on. He shoots me a dirty look that has precum leaking out of me, and a moan leaving my lips.


“I want to come together. I want to see you moan my name when you come because of me. I want to feel your body under me as you jack me off. I want to fuck you, but not yet. Next time, when we aren’t in a hospital-” he winks. “You are fucking mine.” He says, before taking my hand, trailing it down to his cock, before taking mine in his own hand.


Soon, both Will and I are balanced on the edge. I’m panting from the buildup, and then-


“Fuck… FUCK! WILL! Gods-” I say as I come all over Will’s fist, him doing the same soon after.


We collapse on the bed, both panting and in a euphoric post-orgasm bliss.


“So… next time we won’t be in a hospital, right?” Will asks me, and I can hear the smile in his voice.


“Nope.” I say. Oh man… I can’t wait for next time…

maybe it’s only because it’s sunday night and i’m feeling slightly mushy, but i’m thinking about the sheer amount of creation that goes on in every fandom i have ever been part of, and just???

we have as fangirls created an entire dialect (anyone who’s spent any time on tumblr can speak it/recognize it, and it’s very distinctive and expressive and the way it compensates for being a text-based medium without inflections/facial expressions and the other things that usually go into a language are endlessly fascinating for me). we come up with off the cuff headcanons. we write vast volumes of insightful and sophisticated media critiques/meta pieces/theories and speculations (and sometimes put more thought and care into it than the actual writers, alas). we get so much meaning out of every look/line/scene. it’s astonishing. we liveblog, we flail, we cry, we enjoy (and bewail) the experience without holding back, and spend so much genuine energy on the Very Real Need for Those Idiots to Just Kiss, and i love it.

we spontaneously and easily create full-length stories that are often better than many published books, or just a snippet to support or flesh out a single piece of narrative/spoilers. we interact and encourage and inspire each other in constantly flexible and fun ways in doing it. we eagerly and happily consume these stories and create more from them in turn.

we spend hours on edits, or gifsets, or drawings or sketches or digital paintings, or other beautiful pieces of art, and the talent is just amazing. simply because we love something and want to make something pretty. after all, all this creation is happening for free, in ordinary people’s off-hours. nobody’s an expert, nobody’s getting paid for it. everyone can participate. yes, there’s the whole question of fandom culture and its problems/issues, but that’s beside the point in terms of what fandom itself is.

see, this is why i am suspicious of any author/creator who proclaims to hate and/or dislike/not encourage fanworks. yes, some of it is creepy and strange and that goes with the territory. but honestly i think that ignoring or discounting the sheer amount of passion with which people love stories, and want to be part of their creation in imaginative mediums, is a mistake.

and because of all this creation, we talk to each other. we become friends. i have people i met here who i text all day every day about my life, regular things, non-fandom stuff (although there is certainly lots of that as well). i count on those people to be there and to support me and to turn to when i need someone to talk to (and try in return to be the same for them).

the world is stupid, the world is dumb, the world is scary. we need more creation. we need more connection. we need more of whatever this energy is that drives us to question and explore and care and make shit and enjoy it together and to tell a new and better story as a result. we need to move it beyond tumblr, sure – but i also think it’s a hell of a start.

so yes. this isn’t anything that hasn’t been said before, obviously, but it struck me tonight for some reason, and i wanted to say something.

i love you guys. keep being awesome.

Your Idiot

Pairing: Mark Tuan x Reader

Genre: angst / fluff

Word count: 2.4k

Originally posted by jypnior

beta: @icedrice

There was a loud buzzing coming from Mark’s bedside table, stirring him from his slumber. He looked over at the alarm clock which read, 1:37 AM. There was a loud groan that fell from his lips; he knew what that meant. Mark answered the phone with a less than enthusiastic voice.

“What?” He growled, throwing his head back onto the pillow.

“Geez, had I known I would get this reaction I wouldn’t have called,” you huffed into the phone.

“I’m sorry Y/N, what can I do for you on this lovely evening?”

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