you can be angry but think about it

anonymous asked:

YOu and the rest of the foujishi fangirls don't give to two shit if not only for SNS or any gay pairing in any series!! You're over here "offended " that Neji died? Plz, you're all mad Hinata stayed with Naruto that's it, leave your social "justice " aside hypocrites!! I don't like Hinata, but anyone can see that SNS is a selfish fandom as the NH fandom that cares only for their pairing individually you all ducking hate Naruto since Sasuke is the prize same with NH only thinking about Hinata.

1) I’m not a fujoshi. If you would spend any amount of time on my blog, you would see that there’s barely any sexual content. I’ve made lots of analysis posts that have literally nothing to do with sex. You can try to stereotype me however you want but that doesn’t mean you’re correct.

2) Yes, I’m angry that Neji died and no, it’s not just because I dislike NH. Kishimoto spent time developing Neji as a character, pointing out the flaws in their clan, and perfectly set it up so Neji could have been the one to fix them. Instead, what does he do? Kill a good character, FOR THE SOLE PURPOSE OF creating a “NH moment” that ended up being about all the people who have made sacrifices for Naruto. The Hyuuga clan was partaking in low key slavery. If you can just blow that off as some “snowflake social justice warrior bullshit”, then that’s on you. It’s fucked up and I have a problem with it. 

3) There are SNS shippers who dislike Naruto but I am not one of them, by any means. It literally says “PRO-NARUTO” in my blog description, if you would do just the smallest bit of research, before sending this dumb shit. 

Naruto OBVIOUSLY loves Sasuke, they both love EACH OTHER. SNS brings both of them happiness. 

4) You’re a fool. 

anonymous asked:

Shawn Headcannon where Y/N gets arrested or in a physical fight w/ someone💕

  • Using your one phone call in jail to call Shawn at 2am 
  • Him answering half asleep
  • But suddenly he’s wide awake when he hears where you are
  • “You did what!?”
  • He’d bail you and your two best friends out
  • “What the fuck were you thinking?”
  • He looks like he just rolled out of bed
  • “Resisting arrest, what the hell?”
  • He sounds angry, but you know he’s not really mad
  • You’re friends are a little worried that he is though
  • You’d apologize profusely
  • And your friends would offer to pay him back
  • But he’d just shake his head at the three of you 
  • And then start teasing you about your bad decisions
  • And joking that he can’t date a girl with a record
  • But you know he’s secretly just glad you’re alright
  • You know because he doesn’t let go of your hand the entire car ride 
  • You’re exhausted and you just want to sleep
  • Shawn takes you all back to your shared apartment
  • Mumbling something about taking your friends home in the morning
  • Shawn makes sure your friends have everything they need 
  • Before entering your bathroom where you’re taking off your makeup
  • Just standing there, leaning against the wall, watching you in silence
  • Not taking his eyes off of you like he’s scared you might disappear
  • Or end up back in jail if he does
  • When you’re finished in the bathroom
  • He’ll approach you brushing his thumb lightly over your swollen lip
  • And the bruise forming near your eye
  • Making sure you’re alright
  • Whispering, “You’re a badass.”
  • He brings you one of his tshirts so you can change
  • And pulls you into his arms as soon as you have it on
  • Kissing you on the forehead
  • “I’m going to get grey hair from worrying about you so damn much.”
  • Dragging you towards the bed
  • “You better have a damn good reason for fighting.”
  • Before you respond, he turns off the light.
  • “I wanna hear it in the morning.” 
  • And he’s yawning and pulling you closer to himself
  • He’s snoring before you know it

anonymous asked:

Baze/Chirrut/Bodhi "let us take care of you"

Oooookay!

***

Bodhi distinctly remembers the smell of his mother’s apartment. He couldn’t tell you the color of the walls, he could only recall the number of rooms – one, with a thermistove in one corner and two beds next to each other in another. They’d used the restroom and sonic showers in the shop below – because they’d been too poor to afford a place that had them in the plural, but he could always remember the smell that clung to that single, tiny room.

His mother’s apartment had been above a Twi'lek spice merchant’s shop. It had always smelled like cayenne, like mint, like Jehda’s native Itmuul, like hundreds of different spices from hundreds of worlds. It had sometimes smelled like the delicate perfume his mother had spritzed on occassion. When his mother had fallen sick, it had smelled like bacta. When she had finally died, it had smelled like dust and memories.

Bodhi sits in the back of the Rebel captain’s ship and thinks about the fact that every scent, every moment, is gone, along with everything he had ever known that wasn’t the Empire.

His hands stir restlessly in his lap. He wishes he were the one piloting the ship. At least when he flew something, it took all of his attention. Here, sitting in the back with a quiet, angry young woman and two Temple guardians, he’s allowed to think too much.

That was his problem, he decides. He thinks too much. His hands ball into fists and squeeze until they hurt, and part of him knows that Jehda City had been destroyed because of him. Because he’d dared to think he could help change something. Because he’d listened to Galen Erso and his fervent words.

He’d had nothing left on Jehda, after his mother died. It’s why he’d joined the Empire. The chance to travel the galaxy had always been a dream of his; and the chance to get away from the spice-scented home of his mother had been something he’d needed, desperately.

But it hadn’t been as simple as that. He’d seen things, transported people and artillery meant to destroy entire towns. He’d played a terrible part in the destruction the Empire wrought.

Perhaps Jehda was karma coming to bite you in the ass, Bodhi tells himself, perhaps you deserve the guilt, and then presses his hands to his eyes when the thought runs it’s course. It was like Galen always said: grief fades, but guilt will eat at you until there’s nothing left.

Bodhi honestly isn’t sure which he’s feeling right now.

It’s while he has his eyes covered that the monk makes his way over to him. Bodhi pulls his hands away and looks up bleary-eyed at a smiling, blind face when the monk politely clears his throat and says, “It isn’t your fault.”

“And how do you know that?” Bodhi asks, angrier than he means to sounds.

The monk hums and sits down beside him. “Okay, I lied. It is your fault.” He says, cheerily. “But to live with regret is no way to live at all. You have done what you think was right.” He taps his staff once on the durasteel floor. “Think about that instead of whether or not it’s guilt or grief you feel. Most likely, it’s both.”

Bodhi doesn’t bother to ask him to explain. He’d grown up with Guardians of the Whills – he knows how cryptic they can be, and how much they can know without asking.

“How do you feel?” He hears himself asking the monk.

The monk purses his lips and thinks. “I feel great sadness,” he finally replies. “The only home I have ever known is gone, aside from Baze there, of course.”

The monk’s guardian grunts from the other wall. The monk smiles.

“You see, Bodhi Rook, homes are other people. I sense that Jehda has not been a true home to you for a long, long time.”

Bodhi doesn’t respond to that. They both know it’s already true.

“What I’m trying to say,” the monk continues, and presses a hand over Bodhi’s. “Is that you should allow us to take care of you.” Bodhi looks sidelong at him and the monk smiles at him, genuine. “Jehda City may be no more, but we are. We can continue it.”

Bodhi sighs, and shrugs. “Your bodyguard doesn’t even like me.”

The monk waves a hand in Baze’s direction, calling him over. “Baze is gruff and more than a little angry–”

“Thanks, Chirrut,” Baze grumbles as he comes to a stop beside them.

“–but he is a good man, and so are you.” Chirrut nods as if he’s just sealed the deal with that one sentence. “We would do good to stick together.”

Bodhi looks from Chirrut up at Baze, who offers him a smile that’s surprisingly gentle.

He’s thinks about his mother. He thinks about the one-roomed apartment. He thinks about Jehda City. The scent of spices fill his nostrils.

“Okay,” he says.

Alright, thoughts on all of George’s music in general: All of his songs are things you’d listen to at night when you’re alone but not lonely per se? Do you know the feeling of no feeling? You’re not happy, not angry, not sad, just a little empty and a little melancholy, maybe a little nostalgic for something but you don’t know what? That’s what his music makes me think of and feel in a way, it’s not something you listen to when you’re full of energy and ready to dance though you definitely can. 

I Don’t Wanna Waste My Time: Has the same calm piano we’ve heard in other songs but reminds me most of They Don’t Understand and feels like it could be related to it. In that vein, it seems not to be about a specific person even though it’s directed towards a singular and could almost be a romantic song. It seems a little too…bitter? I’m not sure what word I want to use here but it seems a little too much to be romantic exactly, even if it were a song about an ex, it just doesn’t come across as being about a singular person to me. 

IDWWMT also feels like something you listen to at 4am when your eyes are burning but you can’t go to sleep so you put it on and just close your eyes and listen to different parts of it as it loops around. Sometimes you listen to the piano, sometimes you listen to the beat, sometimes you listen to the vocals. All in all it’s a simple song but it’s so complex in a really beautiful way. It’s aesthetic in audio format. 

I’ll not talk about the actual song itself until we get the lyrics cause I definitely want to do a line by line analysis of it. Until then, I’m just listening to it on repeat and thinking about George coming up with the lyrics at four in the morning, smoking and thinking about where his life is going. Good places I hope. 

Dear Charlie,

It feels so wrong writing to you once you won’t even see this letter. Although I wrote your name, I don’t really know who I’m writing to. Whoever will read this, though, I hope will understand and won’t blame me for all those things I write. I just thought that it would help me somehow.

 Now, I know that I’m sounding like a Mexican soap-opera, but things go through my head all the time. And I can’t help it. I think about stuff a lot. I think so much sometimes that I forget to live. I see faces laughing, getting angry, loving, and I wonder what they are thinking when they feel all that or why they feel a certain way. Sometimes, I see strangers walking furiously, or some girls laughing and fooling around the sidewalk or a guy with costume and tie and I am thinking of what they’ll be doing tonight. One of those people who walk furiously is a woman with three children and her husband had an accident at work two days ago. And she is feeling so sad that nobody has asked how he sleeps at nights. None cared that he came so close to die, so close to never see again the people he really loves.  One of those girls is going to bed feeling so afraid that she may be left alone one day. So she knows she has to be as fake as she can to be accepted by others. Finally, the guy with costume will start counting his money as he does every night, because that’s all he cares for. He prefers a stack of money, fine wine, fine car and all those things that make people jealous for not having, more than anything,  because he is so afraid to face how dead he really is.

 I wonder if it’s a sin to think so much. If it is, I have fallen. It’s kind of fall, isn’t it? When you confess a sin but you do it again afterwards. I’ve fallen so many times. I wish it wasn’t that bad. But it’s so hard. It’s so hard to know that not everybody is happy tonight. They feel bad with their life, things they say without really wanting, people they hurt although they love them, and all those chances they had to make their life better but they missed or ignored taking them. And I’m not different. I feel the same. And I’m sick of it. I’m really tired and it’s late, so late Charlie. Though, toning I’m going to bed with a poem in my mind.

“The hugs, especially the hugs

They will be left behind, well-formed for several hours

Even when the hands are gone

Even when people are gone.”

                                                                                                 Love,

                                                                                               Somebody

Othello, whatup?

I think Othello is one of the most irritating books I’ve (believe me, I read 13 reasons why back in 8th grade). The thing is: it is so stupid. How can the people in the book really be THAT stupid, I mean, Iago can’t full all of them. Roderigo should have noticed that Iago doesn’t care about whatever happens with him and Desdemona since the start and Othello should know that after putting Michael Cassio in a superior position than Iago, Iago would be angry or resentful.

But, I think the most stupid is Desdemona. She needs to chill with the love thing, she doesn’t even love Othello that much. Everything she has to say is SO IRRITATING. Othello, you love how Desdemona looks nit actually her. Maybe they do have some connection but they need to chill with the love thing.

Today when we read Act 4 in class, I almost had a mental breakdown. Everything about the book was awful and I still don’t get why everyone found most of the things funny.

If you have the priviledge, don’t read Othello.

3

Red:
Aggressive and domineering, angry and quick-tempered, violent.
Represents energy, action, desire, passion, including passionate hate.
Alerts you to danger.

Yellow:
Impatient and impulsive, spiteful, non-emotional.
Helps with clear thinking and quick decision making, but it can also be impulsive.
Relates to the head not the heart.

Blue:
Trust, peace, calm, familiarity.
I’ts a safe color.

anonymous asked:

do you mind making some more lance hcs?? I've read all of the other ones like 3 times.

anon that’s a lot of headcanons to be reading lmao.. i don’t shut up about my Blue Boy. This is half headcanon/half character analysis lmao.

WHOM UP FOR SOME LANGST.

  • Lance has a boatload of insecurities, but I don’t think he has depression. (Time to project) What happens is that his ADHD causes him to hyperfocus on his mistakes to the point that he gets trapped in his Hell Brain, stuck in this bad cycle where he constantly berates himself and inflates his personal fears. But he’s normally able to manage because he has a huge support network- his bigass family.
  • There are definitely little kids in Lance’s family, and being around kids who love you is so nice?? Whenever Lance starts feeling weighed down, he plays with his baby siblings/cousins/neighbors and lets their enthusiasm feed his until everyone is bouncing off the walls and being ushered outside. I’ve probably said this before, but Lance was Born to be an uncle.
  • Anyway, Lance is used to being surrounded by people he has a deep connection with who truly care about him and love him. So at the Garrison, when he was far away from his family, he struggled a little bit but ultimately supplemented his human contact quota by befriending pretty much everyone. If he knows that people like him, then he can like himself.
  • Which is why in space he’s kind of… deflating. Because he’s surrounded by people who have rebuffed him before, and it’s hard not to internalize that, ya feel?? Like:
    • Pidge refused to do anything with Hunk & Lance when they were all at the Garrison, which is fair bc she was in Deep Cover, but Lance obvi didn’t know this so he was honestly kind of hurt? 
      • All his attempts at friendship and bonding were coldly shut down the moment they left his mouth. Lance spent many a sleepless nights wondering what was wrong with him, what aspect of his personality made Pidge hate him on sight. 
      • It… sucks to know that no matter what you do, someone will remain distant, especially if you’re used to making friends. Lance is a fixer, but how can you fix something if you only know part of the problem?
    • Keith straight up forgot who Lance was. And you know that Lance had really built-up their relationship in his mind. Even if it’s because Lance claims they ‘hated’ each other, it’s clear that Lance considered Keith special in that he was a goal to beat/overcome, and he clearly assumed Keith viewed him the same way. So when they reunited and Keith didn’t recognize him… Ouch
      • It hurts to realize that you’ve put way more into a relationship than someone else, but it especially sucks if they never even noticed you in the first place. 
      • Also, lots of resentment issues thanks to the Garrison constantly comparing Lance to Keith. Bastards.
    • Shiro is Lance’s hero, but Shiro is such… a jackass to Lance gsdhkjgd I’m so mad about how Shiro has been treating Lance as the show progresses. 
      • Shiro kind of… assumes that they’re equals, which normally is fine, but Shiro physically pushes/shoves Lance around, ignores his opinions, and tells him to knock it off whenever Lance acts like himself. 
      • And between close friends, that behavior can be ‘acceptable’, but again: Lance looks up to Shiro. So this treatment.. I can only see Lance negatively internalizing it. How good of a teammate can you be if your hero only ever treats you as a joke?
    • And Allura… it’s clear she’s really not interested in Lance’s flirting. Which would be fine, but it’s kind of been their entire relationship so far (mainly because of Bad Writing), so when Allura rejects Lance’s bad pick-up line she kind of rejects any connection at all, including friendship.
      • Like, you can argue that this is Lance’s fault for constantly hitting on her, but Allura’s natural response to Lance is either Carefully Maintained Neutrality or clear exasperation.
      • That’s not exactly… a warm welcome, so I could see Lance slowly just starting to avoid her. Because it SUCKS to enter someone’s line of view and immediately see their smile drop a fraction. It sucks to know that someone immediately has their guard up the moment you try to talk to them. It sucks to feel like you’ve sabotaged any chances before you even knew you had them. It sucks to realize that you, and your personality, made someone feel this way, and that you are the problem. From there, you learn it’s better to just… stay away, and stay quiet.
  • TLDR Lance is really only comfortable comfortable around Hunk and Coran. And the Space Mice, provided they don’t rat him out to Allura.
  • Lance internalizes a lot of stuff lmao. He reacts by overcompensating; when he feels hurt or out of his depth, he amps up his ego, he goes all out with the flirting, he uses bravado to cover up any cracks in his armor. 
    • (If you keep making them laugh, then they’re too busy to laugh at you.)
  • Lance is his own worst enemy. If someone yells at him and calls him a failure, he can get righteously angry and ignore what they said or crack a joke to ease the tension. He can deflect. It’s when he’s alone, when he has time to think, that he begins to place more pressure on himself.
    • You know how people can become paralyzed by their perfectionism? They’re so worried about getting the end product perfect that they can’t even start the process. That’s Lance, to some extent.
  • He prunes his own self/image. If he can’t get something right, he cuts it out of his personality. He doesn’t cling to it. He gets rid of anything he thinks makes him a failure, anything that shows that he’s useless. All those branches, traits, imperfections- they’re snipped away. And what he’s left with, he clings to. This is his absolute. This is his foundation. These are the tenants he builds himself up from. He’s the ladies man. He’s the sharpshooter. He’s the funny one. This is what makes Lance McClain worthwhile.
  • So when that foundation gets rocked… it’s bad. And normally, he can spring back, because he has his support network. But right now he’s billions of light years away from home, stuck with a team that only seems to like him 70% of the time.
dating people with bpd

written by a girl who loves a girl who has bpd

disclaimer: i do not have bpd (borderline personality disorder) and this was written from my experience dating a beautiful girl who has bpd and she proof read it!! i just want to help others whose partners have bpd! this may not apply to everyone because everyone is different but these are things that i have experienced in my relationship!

1. TALK ABOUT BOUNDARIES
this is important for every relationship whether the person you are dating has bpd or not, but it’s crucial for when you’re dating a person with bpd. this is important because certain things that you may not even think about can make them sad or even a bit angry. it’s important to talk about what triggers them and be super understanding when their triggers seem a bit uncommon, and let them explain their boundaries and symptoms they experience. it’s important to be patient and listen to them.

2. TELL THEM WHAT’S REAL
some people with bpd have a blurred sense of reality and need to be told what’s real and what isn’t. even if it’s just the color of their jeans, it is still important.

3. REASSURE THEM
some individuals with bpd have an intense fear of being abandoned, which usually comes from early childhood abuse, and need constant validation to reassure them that you aren’t going to leave them. be patient when they ask if you wanna breakup with them, or if they ask if you’re mad at them, or when they say their sorry for even the slightest of mishaps.

4. DON’T BE SCARED
personality disorders have tons of bad stigma surrounding them and individuals with these mental illnesses are demonized and made out to be like monsters in the media. it is important to ignore all the articles and posts about bpd that demonize them written by neurotypicals. people with bpd aren’t inherently bad.

5. IMPULSES
impulses are things you want to do. some impulses can be self destructive while others are not. most people with bpd don’t have impulse control like those who don’t have bpd do. a thing that works for me when their impulses are self destructive is (assuming that you’re their fp) asking them how they would feel if i did that, or asking them to do virtually anything to take their mind off it. and if that doesn’t work, it’s important not to get mad at them if they do it. they don’t know when an idea is bad or good, so just be patient and understanding and don’t be a fuckass.

6. EDUCATE YOURSELF
educate yourself on the disorder and read about the symptoms. the best person to talk to about bpd is your partner. because everyone is different, it’s important not to limit bpd down to certain symptoms. figure out what your partner experiences and read about those. i suggest following the bpd tag on tumblr or even browse it a bit to get a general understanding of the disorder. bpd is very complex so it’s important that you get a general understanding and realize that it’s not relatable to you. certain posts may be relatable but do not think that you can reblog them, because the extent in which they are felt is extremely different. most people with bpd have very intense emotions and feel things that we feel to a much higher level.

to conclude, dating someone with bpd isn’t hard or scary. however, it is different from dating someone who doesn’t have it. it’ll be hard if you don’t research it or ask them questions or get a general understanding of it, but if you do it’ll be easier for the both of you. people with bpd aren’t inherently abusive, and it is possible to have a stable relationship with your partner.

hey um. consider a stevens university au where the gems actually react realistically to steven bubbling bismuth:

  • pearl shrieks “you did WHAT?” and slaps a hand over her mouth, looking horrified
  • garnet clenches her fists and has to take a deep breath
  • she kneels down and holds steven’s shoulders and says “i know you were scared, and i’m sorry that we put you in that situation. sometimes we forget that you’re a child and there’s still so much we haven’t told you about the war. steven, bismuth wasn’t wrong to want to shatter the diamonds. the diamonds aren’t like you or me. what they’ve done… they deserve to be shattered. now, let’s unbubble bismuth, and then we can talk, okay?”
  • then they unbubble bismuth
  • she’s confused and angry; she didn’t think she’d come back so soon after the last time. there are tears in her eyes.
  • garnet and pearl wrap her in a hug as soon as she comes out
  • steven apologizes to her for poofing her and bismuth says “it’s okay, steven. i know now that you’re not rose quartz. my anger at her shouldn’t stop us from being friends.” steven holds out a hand to shake hers and she pulls him into a hug instead.
  • then they sit down on the floor and the gems tell steven about the war and about rose shattering pink diamond.
  • bismuth stays a member of the crystal gems and steven has the chance to learn more about his and his mother’s history!
  • (bonus: amethyst is feeling left out by all of this and when they sit down, she goes to sit on the couch instead, but bismuth grabs her hand and says “where are you going, girl? you’re a crystal gem too! come sit down next to me.”)

in all seasons of skam, this was one of the moments when jonas’ friendship felt the strongest. because you can see how genuinely worried he is for isak. isak, the best friend he’s known for years, the best friend he grew with. and it’s so obvious jonas has always cared for isak, it was obvious back in season 1 when he asked eva if he could join them at the cabin so he wouldn’t be alone, because he knew he and eva were pretty much his only friends, and he tried to not make isak feel left out. it was obvious when isak’s dad ran off and his mother wasn’t doing well at all, and jonas stayed with him so he wouldn’t have to be so alone, face everything alone 

jonas knows isak, knows how isak usually behaves, knows that isak doesn’t go around pushing people like that, especially not a friend who was simply teasing him. in that moment, jonas doesn’t simply feel like isak is not behaving like his usual self. it’s more than that, jonas feels, sees that he’s losing isak, the isak he knows, and that isak is also losing himself. and it’s scary when you don’t recognize the best friend you’ve learned to understand and grown to so genuinely care about, the best friend whose well-being means so much to you. and you can hear the fear in jonas’ voice, in the way he curses, you can see it in his eyes as he tries to hold isak’s gaze, tries to read his face, tries to understand what’s going on. jonas is not angry and pushing isak away, he’s worried and trying to hold on to him as best as he can at that moment. because this is not only scary for jonas, it’s confusing as hell, he’s not used to seeing isak like this, i don’t think he’s ever had to deal with isak behaving like this 

and he tells him, in the next episode. that no one’s angry at him, that they’re just worried about him. he tells him that he can come talk to him, because i think that’s what they’ve always done. jonas knows he can’t force isak to open up, knows that isak will usually reach out to him when he’s ready, at his own rhythm. and this is why when isak finally makes the first steps to talk to him, jonas sort of immediately feels some sort of relief. and this is part of the reason why jonas reacts to isak’s coming out the way he does, like it’s no big deal. because it is no big deal to jonas. it’s no big deal to him in general, but especially in that moment, because he sees that his best friend hasn’t slipped away like he feared he might, that his best friend is here and that’s honestly all that could possibly matter to him 

I have some opinions/thoughts that I’d really love to get off my chest even if other people think I’m completely wrong.

Gaston did not deserve to die, Gaston was hardly a bad person, Gaston was basically forced into being the villian of this story.

[I’m referring to the 2017 remake of BATB rather than the original animation.]

Let’s point out some difference between the 1991 Gaston and 2017 Gaston
-2017 Gaston was not a misogynist
-did not abuse Lefou
-even verbally
-Like for fucksakes, the friendship between Lefou and Gaston was so genuine. I’m frequently seeing these things around Gafou is an abusive ship, buts it’s really not? He tells Lefou ‘thank you’ says ‘you’re the best Lefou’ sincerely asks ‘how has no woman snatched you up?’, messes around with Lefou like buds (wrestling bite marks, picking him up to demonstrate strength, gets on the table and dances with him), let’s Lefou calm him down and boop his nose, and not once does he insult or hurt even when it seemed like he would (after Lefou wrapped his arms around him, or when he couldn’t spell his name, when he said ‘who needs her when you’ve got us’, etc). They’re sincerely good, close friends, but don’t worry I’m not ignoring all the shitty things Gaston did to Lefou I will get to that in a second.
-I said he’s not a misogynist, right? Cause that’s important. Big step away from the OG.
-Doesn’t insult Belle for reading
-Instead he feigns interest in the book because he knows it’s her interest
-even brings her flowers, whataguy
-Has manners (“excuse me, please let me through” going through the crowd, didn’t push everyone out of his way)
-Goes to her rescue when the town’s people are being mean (sure this is because he wanted to be the hero to seduce her, but seriously he was one of the few people who didn’t harass or bully Belle for being different)
-Doesn’t call Maurice crazy and instead offers his help to soothe the men (again, seduction, but seriously he’s still being polite and helping the underdog unlike the OG)

I’ll probably think of more things to add to this Gaston-wasnt-an-asshole list but I think this basically gets the point across that, well, Gaston wasn’t an asshole. He was immensely vain, yes, but that doesn’t mean he was a bad person.
Cus ya know who else started out incredibly vain but still managed to be the fucking prince in this story?
Yep, the Beast/Adam of course.

Time to do some comparing of the prince and the villian because spoiler alert, they basically parallel each other.

I’ll begin this part with Belle’s comment of, “No one can change THAT much, Gaston”
Ahem

LITERALLY SHUT THE FUCK UP ARE YOU SERIOUS
This line pissed me off immensely, because that’s literally Adam’s entire character arc, changing himself completely, literally and figuratively.

Like I’m sorry you wanna do a repeat of the song “Something there” aka the song where the lyrics are basically “he was an asshole brute who I hated but now he’s c h a n g e d”
Literally so pissed off at that all.

But as I was saying, Gaston basically mirrors Adam’s arc, meaning to say they’re practically the same character things going on but sorta reversed.

Like okay
-Upon first meeting Belle, the Beast locks her father then her in a tower and is a huge dick but then they bond over books and he gives her flowers and he’s nice to her.
-Upon first interacting with Belle, Gaston is nice to her, gives her flowers, tries to bond over books, but then he’s a huge dick and locks her father and then her in a cart.

Do you see what I did there? Literally the same actions, but backwards.

Let’s do some more comparing.
-They both have terrible, terrible tempers.
But you know what? The Beasts is definitely a lot worse than Gaston’s.

Let’s review how both Gaston and Adam dealt with Belle’s dinner rejection
-Beast: literally motherfucking demands she has dinner with him, bangs his paws on the door, scrEAMS at her, and then announces she can starve if she won’t eat with him
-Gaston: [not direct quotes, can’t remember exact words but basically what he says] “oh, busy?” nope “okay, then some other time?” boom that’s that. Yeah he still is persistent on winning her over even after this rejection but the man handled it a lot better then Adam (and he brought flowers for her dinner table).

I’m about to move on from Adam and start talking about how Gaston treated Lefou in a sec, but I would just really really really like to put some emphasis on the fact that both Adam and Gaston were incredibly narcissistic men. The amount of self pride and conceded they have is in the beginning is completely parallel and it leads to both of their unfortunate fates. The point in this, is Gaston is not a bad guy just because he loves himself a bit much, just as the Beast was not a bad guy for loving himself too much. Like, the way Adam turns down Agatha for being ugly seems exactly like something Gaston would do, so why does the movie end with Gaston dying while the Beast learns his lesson and gets his happily ever after?
Because, the OG Gaston was truly an asshole who deserved to die and this 2017 remake of course had to stay true to the story. Even though this Gaston really wasn’t a true villian and didn’t deserve to die – rather he deserves a redemption arc just as Adam was given – he died anyway because that’s how the story goes.

Anyway, I’ll get on with this and bring back Lefou.

Some of you have probably been reading this while thinking “But Marley [das my name], Gaston was a shitty person, he wasn’t a good friend to Lefou at all because he manipulated him, let him get punched in the face, didn’t protect him at all, and threatened to lock him up. Plus, he was only into Belle because she’s pretty.”

Alright alright alright: Lefou.
He’s an exceedingly important character as he gives us insight to Gaston’s character.
Two crucial things he reveals about Gaston … .

-Gaston has anger issues. My father has anger issues, and so do I, and we both are on meds for it. Let me say, having anger management problems and getting angry are very different things. It’s just like he having anxiety and getting nervous are very different things. I think most of you can probably relate or understand anxiety more then anger issues, so just put yourself in Gaston’s shoes with that in mind. Anyway, back to Lefou. He shows us that Gaston has anger issues when he rushes to Gaston’s aid by saying “deep breathes” and then “think about the war”. He tells us that Gaston has coping mechanisms for when he gets like this. Does it matter if Gaston has anger problems? Does it make him less of a dick? Like, seriously Marley, does this information really make up for any of the things he did? Yes, yes it does matter. It’s like when you/someone your love is having an anxiety attack, or when you fall into a depressive episode, or when a loved one acts out of PTSD [which Gaston could totally completely have], or when someone with schizophrenia or delusions starts having episodes, it’s basically exactly like whenever anyone’s mental illness starts to act up. You don’t feel like yourself and you don’t so things you would normally​ do. This is definitely the case for Gaston; he acts out of character when he gets angry like this. And that’s my second point that Lefou proves in this movie.

-Gaston is not being himself when he starts doing all that terrible shit that leads him to his demise. Lefou makes it fairly obvious that that is not how Gaston usually acts. He does this in numerous ways which I will quickly try to summarize and go through:
1) Questions Gaston. Obviously if Gaston often tied up old men to trees or in general left people to die, Lefou would have just went with it instead of going “are you sure?”
2) doesn’t immediately lie to save Gaston’s ass. Again, if Gaston frequently had Lefou lie for him, then it would have came to Lefou like second nature and he wouldn’t have hesitated.
3) Once more, questioning Gaston. The scene I’m about to refer to is when Gaston locks Belle and her father in the carriage. Lefou grabs Gaston’s arm and goes to question him again, but before he can Gaston threatens to lock him up as well. Dick move on Gastons end, no? But this isn’t something he would normally do or say to Lefou, for if it was Lefou wouldn’t have bothered speaking up because he would have known what Gaston’s reaction would be. Instead, Lefou is used to being able to talk sense into Gaston and reason with him (refer back to nose boop scene).
4) Running to Gaston’s side for protection during the fight [castle scene]. Lefou is probably used to having Gaston protect him during fights (war time) and obviously didn’t expect Gaston to throw him to the enemy. Like, yous guys heard him shriek Gaston’s name before the piano fell on him, right? He was obviously expecting Gaston to rescue him. Even after he’s trapped under the piano, he still reaches and calls out for Gaston. The way Gaston is acting is not the Gaston he knows.
5?) “I was on Gaston’s side, but we are so in a bad place right now” [however he says it you know the line I’m referring to]. Aight I think this is the one line that really captures the point I’m trying to make. Lefou has switched sides because Gaston is being a major douchebag and Lefou’s not having it. Lefou doesn’t put up with being treated like shit [MrsPotts saying he deserves better and Lefou agreeing]. So o b v i o u s l y Lefou is not used to Gaston being so cruel and angry. If Gaston treated Lefou like this all the time, then Lefou wouldn’t be by his side [because he left his side once he started acting like this]. Lefou knows how he should be treated, and how he’s being treated is not what he’s used to.
You dig what I’m saying? I’m kinda rushing through these points because I’m getting tired of this.

*deep breathe* Alright, last point, as I mentioned above, ‘Gaston only wanted Belle because she was beautiful’ Alright alright alright I’m not even going to talk about the Gaston in this point, I’m just going to talk about the huge flaw that is Beauty and the Beast.

Adam is turned into the Beast because he needs to learn to not judge people by how they look, he needs to learn that it’s what’s on the inside that matters.
Right.
So why is Belle the one that learns this lesson?
Adam falls in love with a gorgeous girl, meanwhile Belle falls in love with a hideous monster who turns into a nice dude on the inside.
Belle is the character who learned to not judge a book by its cover [cover being a monsterous beast but inside he is a gorgeous prince].
As soon as Belle walked into the castle, all the furniture was like “yooooo she could be the one, master hit her up” and instantly Adam’s like “well I need a girl to fall in love with to break my curse and she cute yeah let’s do it”. Like of course there’s more to our then this, but what I’m trying to say is Adam had already planned to try to charm Belle before he knew what kind of person he was because he was desperate to break the curse.
So he and everyone in the castle just saw her and was like “she was a girl, he was a boy, can I make it anymore obvious?”
So anyway anyway anyway, Gaston was only interested in Belle because she was beautiful and he wanted a wife, but Beast was only interested in Belle because she was beautiful and could break the spell. See the parallels again? Like, Beast later fell in love with Belle for who she was and she made him a better person, Gaston could have totally done the same thing.
And okay, there’s no proof Beast cared that Belle was beautiful or not, but yo, Disney definitely should have made Belle ugly af so when Adam met her the snob in him would have been “ew she’s ugly, next” and then Lumiere and Mrs. Potts woulda been like “boi Imma whoop yo ass if you don’t give that girl a try, I don’t care how fucked up her teeth are smfh” and then Adam would have learned the lesson that the enchantress was trying to school him about in the first place [this applies to the 1991 animated film, not directly at the 2017 btw]

Well I was trying to keep this professional and moreso eloquently written but you can tell I’m coming out of my cage and I’ve been doing just fine gotta gotta be down because I want it all

Okay okay okay
Okay okay
Okay

I believe we’re nearing the end. I believe I’ve said all I needed to say made all the points I could [honestly definitely not because I’m constantly thinking about this and arguing with no one in my head, I have a lot to say and later I’ll be making toast and be like “anD ONE MORE THING”]

I’m very upset Gaston died because he wasn’t a terrible enough character to deserve death.

So Dear Disney, either make Gaston more of a shitty person, or bring him back to life. I’ll be waiting for an apology letter until this is done.

Of course I’m kidding.

I just have such a love and passion for Gaston and I’m truly sick of hearing people tell me that Gafou is an abusive ship and Gaston is a villian.

And if you refuse to see that Gaston wasn’t a bad guy but still believe that Adam is such a prince than you’re insanely hypocritical.

People just see what they want to see.

Also I’m terribly sorry for making this so diddly damn long, I honestly have no idea how to do the cutoff “Show more” thing, I’m on mobile. So sorry if you’re trying to rapidly scroll past all of this and it’s taking forever.

But honestly fuck you don’t scroll past my argument.

And also if you legit read all this then motherfucking congratulations to you. Like I don’t even want to read all of this shit to edit it.

Thanks for the attention. Marley OUTT

so yesterday i was thinking about matt and neil’s friendship, specifically in tfc when neil calls matt from the payphone in columbia. can you even imagine how angry matt must have been? we all know that matt basically decided he would die for neil the second they met, and here was his tiny, jumpy new best friend telling him that andrew had taken him to eden’s. matt said, “i’m going to fucking kill him.” matt would willingly have fought andrew for neil. he knows that he definitely wouldn’t win, but that doesn’t matter. neil is scared, neil could be hurt, neil needs help, neil is with andrew. 

andrew would burn the world for neil, but matt would give him the lighter.

dex has red hair

i have red hair too, which is pretty awesome. and also horrible, sometimes, because being ginger affects so much more than the just the pigment of your hair. so anyways here are some facts about dex and his hair bc i can relate:

  • he’s so pale
    • he’s so pale
    • even when he kind of manages to get a little darker after a sunburn fades, he’s still paler than everyone else’s normal skin tone
  • he does not tan. ever.
    • yeah sure, he may work on a lobster boat all summer, but buddy, i promise you, he’s not gonna come out of it looking nice and bronze
      • (why do people write fics where he comes back from the summer with a killer tan??? no bro, he probably just looks like a lobster. it sucks)
    • his skin just slowly gets pinker until he has a terrible sunburn, and then sometimes if he’s lucky it will turn out a little tanner when it fades
    • he probably uses at least spf 50, lbr here
      • actually, nah probably higher than that if we’re being honest
      • and he has to apply it like every hour
    • ugh and oh my god, he probably gets splotchy sunburns!!!
      • SPLOTCHY SUNBURNS ARE THE WORST
      • basically you think you’ve put sunscreen everywhere and spread it evenly but NOPE
      • random blotches of your skin will just be bright red while the rest is ridiculously pale and you look like you have some sort of disease-ridden rash
      • it has probably happened on his face and it’s the saddest thing
  • he has freckles for dayssssss (especially after the summer because they come back in full force during that season)
    • freckles everywhere
    • in the most random places
    • some are on his lips and on the back of his knees and his elbows and just very odd places
    • its a never ending cycle of freckles fading while new freckles form
    • he kind of gets a tan through his freckles??? 
      • bc he has so many and as they fade they kind of blotch together and make him look tan, but when you look really close you’re just like, oh, those are just tiny dots bunched together, not the actual pigmentation of your skin
    • he has. SO MANY. freckles on his shoulders
      • if you are of the male specimen, you probably go out shirtless in the summertime, and the sun hits you really hard on your shoulders, and thus, so. many. freckles. there.
      • (this is literally the most prominent place of freckles for redhead boys. please ask my brother and all of my cousins)
  • “does the carpet match the drapes?” ;)
    • why do people ask this
    • he gets this all the time, and it’s not just from people hitting on him
      • PEOPLE JUST GENUINELY WANT TO KNOW FOR SOME REASON???
    • and it’s super awkward
    • especially when they don’t match. bc um. a lot of times they don’t. just so you know.
    • “haha, firecrotch, huh?”
      • will wouldn’t find this funny even if it were accurate
  • back to the sunburn thing, it’s nice in the winter when he doesn’t get fried!! JUST KIDDING BC BLUSHING IS A THING
    • yeah anytime he gets remotely embarrassed or flustered, his face is the color of a tomato okay
    • even if he’s not actually uncomfortable, it still happens
      • “dex, nice shirt, man.” ➝ red face
      • “dude, nice assist!”➝ red face
      • *accidentally bumps into someone* ➝ red face
    • anytime nursey says anything ever, his face is red. i promise you this. i know this to be true
  • HE NEVER WEARS RED
    • or pink or orange, for that matter
    • (but i mean he goes to samwell so the red thing is kind of hard)
    • he unintentionally gravitates towards green and blue clothing bc his mom probably accidentally instilled in him that they compliment his hair as a child
      • this is so real. this is the realest, most relatable thing
    • going to samwell was probably super weird bc he had to start buying spirit wear and stuff and when he did, he realized he didn’t own any other red clothing
  • people always make irish jokes or assume he is irish, especially around st. patricks day
    • dex has no idea if he is irish
  • people always ask if another redhead they know is related to him
    • no
  • he has heard every “ginger” joke under the sun
    • no one has ever actually bullied him for it
    • but everyone makes the same jokes
    • will basically mouths the words as people say them bc he knows them so well at this point
    • he’s not actually bothered or offended, it’s just like… dude. he’s heard this before. you’re not being original
      • it’s very boring and a little irritating
    • but if he gets annoyed or doesn’t laugh people think he is a bad sport, so!!! he laughs them off even though he’s very disinterested and wants to tell them to maybe get some new material so they can actually say something remotely humorous next time
    • and he totally knows its not a big deal at all, bc some people have to deal with racist or homophobic jokes, and this doesn’t remotely compare. it’s just… very eye-roll inducing.
  • he gets horrible bruises for the stupidest shit, and sometimes just randomly and he’s not sure where they came from, bc ya gotta love that sensitive skin!!
  • oh and back to the ginger jokes thing, someone always makes a comment about that redhead temper!!
    • which is kind of unfortunate, bc dex kind of does have some temper issues
    • those jokes do not make him less angry either
      • (dex, seriously man. just chill for a sec)

wow this got really long and i could go on forever and ever but yeah basically this is the gist of it. also i’m aware some of this can apply to lots of people but anyways hooray for redheads!!

9 | You’ll Never Walk Alone

BTS + GOT7 X READER [GANG!AU]

WORD COUNT: 5,242

series warnings: mature themes, strong language, violence, substance abuse, eventual smut. this chapter contains graphic content such as violence, blood and description of unpleasant injuries

Originally posted by runchrandas

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The room fell silent.

“Can I talk to you?” You asked Jimin calmly as you entered the exquisite dining room, he was sat at the head of the large table, every man in the manor house surrounding him as he briefed them with the upcoming plan of action.

“Sure.” Your brother smiled, sliding his chair back with his legs as he stood up, his warning gaze flitting between Jungkook and Taehyung, who sat either side of him eyeing you curiously.
“Minho you can take it from here.”

Today was the day Jimin planned to kill Hoseok, if anything you should’ve been proud of your brother for being so brazen and bold, but you couldn’t shake away the bad feeling captivating your body. Heading up the stairs to Jimin’s office you quickly and quietly made you way inside and sat down, Jimin in tow. He sat across from you, his once shiny silver hair now beginning to darken into his natural brown/black colour, his bangs lightly grazing the contours of his hooded, dark chocolate eyes.

“What’s this about? Did somebody hurt you?” He asked, brows knitted together curiously as his gaze settled upon your worried expression and the fact you were fidgeting with your sleeves.

“No, it’s just-“ Even though you promised Sung you wouldn’t say anything, you had to confront him, you had to make sure he was 100% certain he knew what he was doing, and after what happened to Jin you knew better than anybody that Hoseok was a dangerous, psychotic man.
“I know about the attack… And I just want to make sure that you know what you’re doing…”

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anonymous asked:

Hey it's the Disney anon! Yeah I meant sort of live action BATB cause I love the Bucky fic you did😊 So if it's something you'd be happy to write for can I request a reader x gaston fic where they grew up together and she is in love with him but is convinced it isn't mutual & that he deserves better so doesn't tell him. Another guy asks her out & she accepts cause she thinks she should move on if gaston will never love her. But Gaston actually gets super jealous/possessive. Hope it's ok thanks❤

Pairing: Gaston x Reader
Fandom: Disney ; Beauty and the Beast (2017)
Warnings: /

A/N: asdfghjkl, I’m so glad you send me this request, I literally grinned so hard when I got it! I don’t normally post two things a day, but I literally had the easiest time writing this. This prompt gave me so much inspiration that I just typed it in one go and I’m actually quite happy with how it turned out. I hope you like it as well and if you have any other gaston x reader request please send them my way. I LOVE writing for him and the reader. (added Gaston to my fandoms list)

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“You’re staring again,” LeFou, who had seemingly sneaked up on you, whispered.

You blinked a few times to break the spell you were under before and turned around, wanting to convince him that, no, you weren’t staring at Gaston like a fool in love. 

But the look he threw you was enough to know that it wouldn’t work on him.

“It’s not like I don’t understand. And I’m certainly not the one to judge you,” he winked at you and you had to laugh a little. “But what I don’t understand is why you don’t tell him. You’ve known each other for so long..”

“Oh LeFou. If only it were so easy. Look at him..-” he was currently chasing Belle again. “He doesn’t feel the same and I doubt he ever will. He needs a woman who cooks for him and plays the good wife. You and me both know that I’m not that kind of woman.”

“Neither is Belle! Which is why he fancies her! So what makes you different?”

“I’m a huntress, LeFou. Belle and me are completely the opposite of each other. If she’s his type then I’m most certainly not.”

“She’s beautiful. That’s why she’s his type. And do I need to remind you of your beauty?”

You sighed and turned around to face your friend, smiling a little, then hugging him.

In the meantime, Gaston gave up for today in chasing Belle and approached the two of you.

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Naughty Girl - Justin Foley Smut

Justin Foley x reader

Request:  Can you do smut with Justin Foley (13 reasons why) …(x reader) maybe..you didn’t fuck for a week because you have problems and he catches you masturbate and he is not happy about it so he punish you…

WARNINGS: Smut, rough, swearing


Me and Justin haven’t been talking for days. He practically pushed me off of him the other day and I’m pissed. For some reason we have been arguing more than usual. Just two days ago we argued cause Justin forgot to pick me up to go to school cause he decided to drink with his friends. It’s been leaving me frustrated. In many ways. Its Saturday night and Justin keeps calling my phone and leaving message after message.

Babe I’m sorry about the other day

Baby please pick up…

I’m sorrrrrrrry!

What do you want me to do?

I can bring strawberry ice cream for you 

Babbbbbby please answer me 

I roll my eyes and put my phone on silent. I’m more angry with him cause with all this arguing we haven’t had sex in over a week and it’s killing me. I have been wanting to slap him and fuck him at the same time and I think he knows it. There is a knock at the door and I say a small ‘come in’.

“Hey sweetheart” my mom peaks in. She’s all dolled and dressed up. I do that signature dog whistle and laugh. 

“Hey mom, where are you going looking all nice” I smile. 

“Me and your father are going out for dinner surprisingly”. I look behind her and see my dad with his thumbs up. I laugh and shake my head. I follow them downstairs as they put their jackets on.

“Okay have fun you too” I say, walking up to hug and kiss both of them.

“We will, come lock the doors behind us. And you know the rules n-”

“Yes, yes, no partying, no drinking, no smoking, no inviting strangers, no going out after 12 and call you if I invite Justin over.” I say nonchalantly.

“Good girl” she kisses my check while my dad rubs my head.

“See you kiddo, be safe.”

“I will, love you”

They both say quick ‘love yous’ and get into their car. I watch them drive off and quickly close the door and jog up the stairs back to my room. I look at my phone and see more text from a now angry Justin. I huff and turn my phone off. I lay on my bed and start thinking about where we went wrong. Just last week we were making love. Making love. I start thinking about how good it felt for him to be inside me with his hands roaming my body. I start thinking about his lips on my neck. Thinking about this started to make me feel hot down there. I continue thinking about his mouth on me and found myself creeping towards my underwear. I never thought I would do this, being that I had Justin, but obviously I don’t have him right now and I need something. I peel my underwear off and start rubbing around my heat. I keep thinking About Justin and imagine my fingers as his.

“Justin” I moan. My fingers speed up and I arch my back into myself. I grab onto my bare breast under my shirt and pinch onto my nipple feeling nothing but pleasure. I keep moaning, sliding a finger into my now wet core. I’m lost in my own world as I slide in another finger. I want Justin more, but this will have to do. I continue pumping in and out while moaning my boyfriends name. I need him so bad. I’m so wrapped up in my moans that I didn’t notice my door fly open. I jerk up and see none other than Justin. A very angry Justin. He looks mad, but his eyes look like something else. Lust.

“What the hell do you think your doing y/n” 

“I-I don’t know” I say, covering my naked body with my sheets. He walks up to the bed and yanks the sheet away from me, scamming my body up and down.

“What the hell were you doing”

“It was nothing, I just wanted to try something dif-”

“You wanted to fucking finger yourself!” he says while still looking at my body. I feel weirdly exposed in front of him, but I kind of like it. 

“We haven’t had sex in a while and I have been aggravated” I say quietly, but he doesn’t say anything. He just stared. 

It was the way he stood and looked at me. Watching my every move and staring at me with those deep eyes. And I loved it. I loved the attention he was giving me. The long needed attention. It made me feel wanted and special. It was his attitude. The way he stood leaned against my headboard with his arms crossed on his chest and lip in his mouth. 

I look away feeling queasy in my stomach. It wasn’t an uncomfortable feeling, but a feeling of excitement. I uncover my hands from my chest and fix my posture, sitting up. I bit my lip and look back at him. His eyes leaves my face and goes straight to my chest, smirking. That was all it took for him to make his way to my bed and sit down next to me.

“You like being a naughty girl don’t you?” he whispers. His voice suddenly got deeper and husky, making my lower body ache. Definitely a turn on, making me want him even more. 

“Do you like it?” I ask, biting my lip seductively as I smiled. 

“No not really” I almost frown at his response until he speaks again.

“Only I can touch you like that, and I don’t like you doing my job.” I close my eyes, trying to contain myself from jumping onto him right now. I want him badly. So badly right now. 

“Then touch me” I whisper into his ear.

“If I do, I might not be able to control myself cause I’m still angry at you for doing this” I bite my lip as I climb onto his lap and bite his ear softly before whispering.

“Then don’t”

As soon as I said it, Justin attack my lips, wrapping my legs around his torso pressing his body against mine. I moaned against his lips as I kissed him hard while his hand went in my hair and his lips moved hungrily with mine.

“Mhm.” He groaned as he pulled away slightly. Grabbing his waist, I attempt to pull down his sweats. He sits up and pulls them off. I starting bucking my bare core against him, earning grunts. I drew circles with my hips as his hands stayed firmly on my waist. I started to feel him harden under me and I smiled through the kiss. 

“Fuck this” he mumbled through the kiss. He quickly threw us over and yanked me to the edge of the bed.

“This is my job and don’t forget it”. With that he spread my legs apart with his hands on either sides of my inner thigh, spreading them as wide as he would while looking my core. He rubbed his hand back and forth and I moaned slightly while wiggling to try to feel him more. He held my body in place.

“Don’t fucking move” I bite my lip and nodded him.

“Yes baby”

I smiled at the sight of my boyfriend going down on me, his head between my thighs as he pleasured me. He rubbed his fingers again me, going up and down fast. Faster than I was. He made sure to press hard against me. I moaned and moaned even louder when he slide his long finger into me.

“God.” I moan, smiling at the sweet pleasure. I open my eyes to see him watching me as he adds another finger and curl them inside me.

“Yessss Just- my gosh!” I moan.

“What was that” he smirks. He adds a third finger and starts roughly pumping.

“JUST-” I couldn’t even speak cause of all my moans. He pulls his fingers out and kneels down further into my core. I then feel his lips touch my heat, making me grind my hips against his face for more. He starts going slow to tease me then speeds up. I wrap my legs around his neck, arching my body as he flicks his tongue harder against me. He movements started to make me whimper.

“Ha-right there, yes, fuck!” I whimper as he looks up at me while still moving his tongue. I throw my head back, not caring how loud I’m being. My small hands were in his hair, pushing on the back of his head I tensed, my eyes shutting as I moan his name again. I feel myself close, knowing I can’t hold it in.

“J-Justin, I’m ab-”

“Let it go baby.” I do as I’m told and cum while Justin licks everything up, smiling at me after. All of this just made me want Justin more than ever. 

“Justin?” I pant.

“Yes angel” he smirks.

“Fuck me.”

He throws of his underwear before grabbing a condom out his jean pocket and doesn’t give me a chance to register anything. Still at the edge of the bed, Justin grabs my hips and slams into me, making me whimper. my knees were dangling off the bed, spread apart as Justin thrust into me. I was eager for him to go harder, faster, rougher. I need all of him.

“P-please Justin harder” I moan. He doesn’t need for me to say it twice. Justin pushes himself deep into me, but doesn’t move. He just stood there, deep inside of me. the pleasure was so amazing. 

“Fuck!” I yell, my body shaking and desperate to grab something as I cling myself onto his back.

“Ju-justin” I moan, my breathing heavy. He pushes my hips back down, held them down there before he slammed into me as hard as he could, making my bed move backwards. I let out a loud whimper, my hand grabbing his.

“God! Fuck me, Justin, Harder baby!” I beg, moaning louder than ever. He held my tiny hands so tightly in his, almost crushing my fingers as he went faster, deep groans escaping his throat.

“Holy fuck!” he growled. His voice sounding so deep. He only went harder as I scratched lines into his back. I tried to scream, but I couldn’t. My whole body was shaking beneath him. 

“Fuck!” he screamed. I could hear his dick slam into me with each thrust, slamming into me as deep as it could. My back slammed into my bed each time. Tears were starting to come out my eyes as I was screaming his name. I exploded and it surprised me. Justin pulled out and looked exhausted. He slowly climbed onto the bed, pulling me onto him and could barely catch his breath. He only said one thing. 

“Baby?” he pants.

“Yes?” I ask in the same state.

“I love you, but please remember to lock the door next time”. With that we laughed and then fell right to sleep in each others arms, finally back to normal.


A/N - Sorry if this isn’t that good. I hope you guys like this one! I appreciate you guys feedback :) love you