you knew it would happen!

dunkirk is the kind of film you sit on after you see it. at first you’re like, yeah that was a good film. it was a different kind of war movie. then you leave the theater and you start thinking about it, all your favorite moments, the ones that made you bite your nails off. you think about the message and what christopher nolan is really trying to get across with the way he directed it. and then you realize that it’s actually sort of spectacular. because you were in the film. you weren’t just hearing a bunch of dialogue, knowing what someone was going to do next. you were basically living it. between the music and the acting, you were feeling what they were feeling. long story short, if you were unsure of dunkirk at first: sit on it. i guarantee you’ll see the beauty in it. 

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“Although I made such a decision, there is absolutely no regret in my skating life. It is a big decision for me, but I take it as a milestone of my life. Moving forward, I will find my new dream and goal, I will keep smiling, and I will keep moving on.” #ThankYouMao

“secretly we all love angst” Sentence Starters

dont deny it DONT DENY IT 

  • “It never works for us, and it never will.”
  • “I’m done. I’m done trying so hard only for you to never even look in my direction.”
  • “I can’t fall in love with you.  I don’t want all the pain that comes with it.”
  • “My roommate had to go into my room and throw the sheets away because I haven’t been able to sleep in that bed since you left.”
  • “I keep asking myself “why isn’t the sun bright anymore” but then I remember you’re not in my life anymore and realize it’s just my own eyes.”
  • “I regret it all.  I really do, I swear.  Please, please– let’s fix this, please.”
  • “Remember when you promised we’d always be together?  Because I remember when I thought you meant it.”
  • “I can’t move on from something that wasn’t supposed to end!”
  • “The phone calls aren’t the same… I can hear in your voice that it’s not the same anymore.”
  • “I’m trying to avoid talking because I know what it’ll lead to, and I don’t want that to come.”
  • “Don’t you think you can fall back in love with me?”
  • “This whole time I’ve been using you to make me feel better, and you never caught on.  You never caught on.  I want you to hate me now, but I don’t think you’re even able to.”
  • “Kissing me breaks the promise… remember?”
  • “Every time we fix things something else ends up breaking.”
  • “Why don’t we stop pretending we’re not on a road to destruction?”
  • “It wasn’t even fun at first, honestly.  It was just like… Morphine.”
  • “You’re just not enough anymore.”
  • “It’s been too long since you’ve really smiled.”
  • “Ah, it was all my fault.  Wasn’t it?”
  • “To think, we thought just the sex would be enough to keep us in love.”
  • “Back then, I lied when I told you I didn’t love you.  You needed to move on from me– I needed to protect you from me.”
  • “You never had that shine in your eyes when you were with me.”
  • “Quit trying to fix me when you need to just fix yourself.”
  • “I’m so tired of everything about us, and about how we thought we were in love, and how we think forcing it can make us be in love– I’m so tired of it.”
  • “This whole time you’ve still been in love with him/her… Not me.”
  • “I couldn’t make you fall in love with me.  I thought I could do it, I really did, but… But I know you… And this isn’t love.”
  • “Did you really think I needed that kiss back then when all that you conveyed in it was pity?”
  • “To think I’ve changed so much to get you to like me, and you still never really look my way.”
  • “I know I deserve better than you.  I realize that, but you were so broken… I didn’t want to be the one that made you shatter.”
  • “All of this was to protect myself.”
  • “I feel like I’ve been looking for who you used to be… Back when you were actually happy.”
  • “I never want to even hear your name during my life anymore.”
  • “Your lips used to be sanctuary, but now I just feel trapped.”
  • “Isn’t it time we both stopped pretending we make each other happy?”
  • “The thing I regret the most is giving you so much hope by agreeing to this date.”
  • “We have the kind of history anyone would never want to think about again, and you’re hear asking me on a date?”
  • “What makes you think I’ll be any different this time?”
  • “I’ll let you down.  I will always let you down.  I’m not enough for you to be satisfied.”
  • “Are you satisfied with the mess you’ve created out of me?”
  • “I should have listened to everyone who told me this was a bad idea.”
  • “I’ve never met someone who can so gently destroy me the way you do.”
  • “I can’t forget about him/her!  It’s not in my power to forget how he/she felt when they loved me.”
  • “The saddest thing is that when I told him/her I loved him/her, he/she thought I was lying.  He/she never believed someone could fall in love with him/her.”
  • “Listen…  You’re his/her best friend… and I completely fucked up– it’s over between us, but… please, punch me, or punish me, or do something to me because he/she just… cried.  He/she wasn’t even angry, they were just so sad– Please, be angry at me, please.  Give me what I deserve.”
  • “It would have been better if we never met.”
  • “You’re my regret.”
  • “I’m not angry at you, just at myself… Because I knew this would happen, but I let myself fall in love with you anyways.”
  • “Don’t tell me to give up like everything is meaningless.”
  • “This is why I don’t let myself fall in love.”
  • “Somewhere deep inside me, I still have hope that you’ll fall in love.  How pathetic.”

send a sentence and a name xx

I stopped shaving my legs every other day
I stopped only eating citras and drinking a gallon of water a day
I started smoking weed with my friends
I stopped bringing my phone with me to Temple, to coffee houses, to record stores, to concerts
I stopped ignoring my family and started baking cookies and pancakes with bananas and nuts and apples
I’ve made 32 pancakes since Friday,
I’ve burnt 13 but I’m getting there
I won’t let you burn me anymore I’m so fucking sick of flames
Turns out I don’t get off on pain
I don’t get off on being treated like a toy
I do not enjoy having a collection of sticky notes covered in conversation topics because you never held up your end
It’s true that one person always loves more but the other side needs to give something
You knew this would happen I have to go for my own self respect
I should’ve known when you stopped sending good morning texts
Or when your texts didn’t come at all until
late at night
When your words were always about sex
Maybe I should have turned my phone off or blocked your number when you told me about the first girl
Or the second or the third
But I thought you were worth it that I’d never find a better guy
You always listened you respected my boundaries
It’s probably easy when you have six other girls who will give you what I protect
I’m not picking up this time
I’m not checking your timeline I’m not listening to your music
I’m not dying my hair your favorite color or getting a tattoo
You
You don’t deserve my kind of love
Not from me,
You deserve a quiet love that won’t take up too much time
You killed me over and over again
You wasted and
disrespected me without even noticing
My heart has been replaced with beetles and old peach pits but soon
You won’t live there anymore to poison my wood
Flowers will bloom in my brain once again
Watered by my own love and confidence
Planted by me for me
You will never see them
Lilacs and roses were my favorite before you
Fuck your daisies you’re the one who cut them down
—  I Always Grow Back

imagine being 45 and on antidepressants and youre a lawyer and your job keeps you busy and you make it a point to cook a new recipe for dinner every thursday night because you get out of work earliest that day and feel obligated to cook new things and satisfy your partner and kids and both you and your partner havent had a real conversation in over a decade because the spark was gone 11 months into the marriage but you both knew this would happen ahead of time and had just kind of accepted it and are working hard to socially engineer a good experience for your kids even though youre both alcoholics and your kids are already showing signs of being abnormally quiet and emotionally restricted

It’s real. It’s real because when other people hurt me I blame myself. I never think about the other person’s fault. I begin to tell myself, “‘You knew better. 
You shouldn’t have gotten attached.’ 
It’s happened so many times in the past why would you think this time it would change
? You let it happen. 
You knew it would happen and you didn’t do anything. 
You shouldn’t have even kept entertaining the conversation. 
You need to pull yourself back together and stop letting small things affect you so much.
—  writtwithwitt 
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Farewell Teen Wolf Challenge:
Day 9 & 10: Best Character Development ↠ Scott McCall

“They call it a true Alpha. It’s one who rises purely on the strength of the character, by virtue, by sheer force of will.”
“You knew this would happen.”
“I believed. From the moment I knew you were bitten, I believed.”

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“You’ve been too busy saving the wizarding world”, said Ginny, half-laughing. “Well, I can’t say I’m surprised. I knew this would happen in the end. I knew you wouldn’t be happy unless you were hunting Voldemort. Maybe that’s why I like you so much.” | Harry Potter and The Half-Blood Prince

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Seeing people complain about the CW’s lack of positive female rep and in particular female friendships is great. Seeing them complain about Arrow especially is even better.

Seeing them complain about it without mentioning Laurel Lance though, is WILD.

“Felicity’s so isolated, she has no female friendships”

“The new team has no women”

“What happened to women supporting women”

“Why are there no female friendships”

like, man, I dunno, it’s like they all disappeared for NO REASON I WONDER WHAT HAPPENED

Having a child with Newt would include…

- Even though he would make sure that you and your child are always safe, you would usually accompany him when he’d go somewhere

- Him telling your child about all his adventures and how he is one of the very few people who actually saw some of the most rarely seen creatures

- Him usually modifying the bedtime story a bit

- “… And so the prince did not kill the dragon because he realized they are very misunderstood creatures who mean no harm and need to be protected”

- Niffler loving to be around your little one, sometimes even giving some of his own treasures to them to play with for a while

- Pickett actually kind of abandoning Newt because he would simply refuse to leave your child’s side

- Aunty Queenie and uncle Jacob visiting on weekends, bringing all kinds of sweet pastries for the coffee

- Queenie and you going shopping for clothes for your child together

- You sometimes coming home to Newt and your little one deeply asleep, surrounded by drawings of all the creatures they’ll see together at some point

- The three of you sitting in front of the fire place on cozy evenings, cuddled together under a pile of pillows and blankets

- No matter what, your little family would always come first for all of you, because regardless of what would happen, you knew that you could always be sure to come home to the people who love you the most

Spoiled || R.B.

Word Count: 1875

Pairing: Ross x reader

Summary: Coming from a rich family, you never had to work a day in your life until you met Ross. After a confrontation with him, he makes you work for your orgasm by riding his thigh.

Warnings: smut, thigh riding, blowjobs, dirty talk, rich!reader, spoiled brat!reader

Requested by @faee12 : “Omg can you do a imagine with Ross and thigh riding”

Masterlist

Also, listen to Blackbear’s new album while listening to this preferably I miss the old you and make daddy proud trust me it makes it 100x better.

To be blunt, you were so happy that your family was rich. Your father was the CEO of a multi million-dollar company and your mother was a New York Times bestselling author. Put together, your parents made more than you could spend in ten lifetimes. This caused you to never have to work a day in your life.

As a child, you had a personal maid, Carla, who picked you up from your private school that your parents paid a lot for, made you your favorite snacks, and anything else you wanted. She would also read you to sleep at night since your parents were never home due to business meetings or events they had to go to. Carla became like you second mother, she taught you about boys and periods and other things a mother figure should teach you.

When you moved to middle school, you started to hang out with other rich families. You would hang out with the other children while your parents would talk business. You would brag about the latest electronic your daddy had just bought you just like the other kids. Your parents always wanted you to be better than all the other kids so they would spoil you with whatever you asked for and even what you didn’t ask for.

It reached a whole new level when you went to high school. Your mother hired you a tutor, but he would never teach you, but just do the work for you. You never said anything though, it was just work you didn’t have to do. You started to go with your parents to fancy parties and events which was your favorite since you got to go shopping for a new dress. Your daddy never gave you a price limit when you went shopping; he had given you a credit card in middle school and it had never been declined so you thought it didn’t have one.

You mother would set you up with boys from other rich families. All the children of rich families knew what happened when your parents would set you up. It was like an unspoken code. You would go to the event, laugh, dance and have a great time because you knew when the party was over you would go home with your date and things would get hot.

The only thing that changed when you moved to college is you stopped hooking up with the local rich boys and moved on to the frat boys. You went to parties every weekend, got shit faced, and on occasion hooked up with someone in the spare room. The school’s staff knew your parents so you never had to worry about your grades, but your father still hired you a tutor who just wrote your essays and took your tests for you.

When you got out of college, you had no idea what you wanted to do with the rest of your life but again you didn’t worry about it. You became a public figure and the face of brands who paid you a lot of money just for an Instagram post or to show your face at a party. You met Ross Butler on one of these brand deals. You were at a showing party of the new Netflix original show, Thirteen Reasons Why.

One of your girlfriends had introduced you to him, and when you made eye contact, you were instantly infatuated. He had this sex appeal that he carried around but he acted like he didn’t have it. When you flirted with him, it’s like he didn’t notice and he never flirted back. You were utterly confused since men had always shown interest in you.

It wasn’t until the third time you had hung out that you finally blurted out, “Do you not find me attractive? I have a been flirting with you nonstop since we met and all I have gotten back are a few compliments and one hug goodbye.”

He was shocked when you had confronted him like that. He just sat there with his mouth open, eyebrows scrunched, and stuttered, not being able to get a full sentence out. You got up in a huff and stormed out of his house. You were frustrated and angry that he had pulled you along like that since he was the one to invite you. You decided to treat yourself to a few new shoes to help calm your nerves.

It was about a week later when your butler had notified you that Ross was at your door and he wanted to talk to you. You really wanted to know what he had to say after he had basically turned you down. You had opened the door with a bitch face, “What do you wa-“ you started to say before Ross had rushed in and pushed you against the wall opposite to the door.

He had his hands on either side of your head and you could feel his breath on your face, “Princess, you have never had to work for anything in your life,” He paused and pressed his body against yours, “but tonight that’s going to change.”

The idea of working for something had never excited you like it did tonight. You let out a breath you didn’t know you had been holding and your heart started racing when he led you to the living room by your wrists.

He plopped down on a black leather chair in the corner of the room. He was wearing a simple white t-shirt and dark jeans with his legs spread out. He ran his hand up your leg which was exposed because you were wearing a silk nightgown with lace details. He held eye contact as his hand went higher up your thigh until he grabbed your butt.

“I’m not going to do anything, but sit here, baby girl, so get to work if you want something.” He teased as he took his hand off you and leaned all the way back in the chair. You looked at him with your eyebrows raised as to say, are you serious, and he crossed his arms over his chest and challenged you with his eyes.

You chuckled and rolled your eyes as you straddled his lap. You rubbed your hands up and down his chest and you pressed down your core onto his. You brought your lips to his neck and peppered kisses from his jawline to base of his neck where you settled on his collarbone and started to suck. You lightly grazed your teeth over the mark you made and he let out a raspy groan.

You started to fumble with the button of his jeans when he grabbed both of your wrists in his hand to stop you, “Did you not hear what I said? Princess, you’re going to have to work for your orgasm.”

You were confused for a second, not knowing what he meant. It wasn’t until he patted his thigh that you knew what he wanted you to do. You let out a huff as you moved to straddle one of his legs. You held eye contact as you started to rock back and forth. The roughness of his jeans making your eyes roll back as it contacted your bare core.

“I wish you could yourself right now, using my thigh to get yourself off.” His hands went to your hips and pressed down so more pressure would be on your clit. You let out a loud moan and your hands went to his chest to steady yourself.

“Fucking ride my thigh like the spoiled brat you are. Daddy can’t buy you out of this one, can he?” He teased. You started to move faster on his thigh as you felt a knot form in the pit of your stomach.

“Fuck, keep talking.” You managed to get out between pants.

“Baby girl likes when I talk? Of course, you do, you can’t do anything yourself, can you? I bet no one has ever made you work for anything so this must be hard for you, do you want my help?”

“Yes, please.” You begged as you felt the knot getting tighter.

“Ha, have you not listen to a word I’ve said? Fuck your daddy needs to pay for a better education if you don’t understand by now that I’m not going to touch you at all tonight.” He laughed while you gave him a desperate look.

“Oh, is the brat close to her orgasm?” He teased, “Come on come for me.”

You made eye contact with him as your orgasm took hold of your body and you collapsed on Ross’s chest as your body convulsed with the earth-shattering orgasm. You never felt anything like that before and it felt ten times better than your best orgasm.

“Princess, you’re not done.” He held you up and pushed you down to the floor in-between his legs. You knew what he wanted and you started to feel more comfortable because this was your forte.

You were still recovering from your orgasm as you ran your hands up and down his thighs skipping over the spot he needed you most. He let out a groan and mumbled, “Don’t tease me, princess”

You giggled as you unbuttoned his pants and slid them down his thighs. You peppered kisses all the way from his bellybutton to the band of his boxers while rubbing him through his boxers. He let out a muffled cuss word and put his head back on the top of the chair.

You pulled his boxers down and his dick sprang up and hit his stomach. You looked at him hungrily as you licked a bold line up his shaft to his tip where you took it into your mouth and sucked lightly. He grabbed your hair into a makeshift ponytail and pushed you down onto his erection. You took as much as you could into your mouth as he hit your gag reflex, your eyes started to water as he kept you there for a couple of seconds.

When he finally let you come back up, you were gasping for air but you went right back to his dick and started to swirl your tongue around the tip. When he started to let out a groan, you stopped and took your mouth away and continued to jerk him off with your hand.

He gave you a warning look as you connected your lips with his dick again and took a good amount of him into your mouth. He started to buck his hips up into your throat and you knew he was close. You paid attention to the underside of the tip with your tongue and your hands went to his balls where you played with them.

“Fuck, princess, your mouth feels so good. Keep going, I’m close.” He grunted. It wasn’t long before he shot his load into the back of your throat and you had no choice but to swallow it.

He looked down at you and smirked, “Working for it makes it better doesn’t it baby girl.”

You giggled and looked down with a small nod. He knew it had been as amazing for you as it was for him.

a/n- I know this isn’t relatable at all but oh well its what I wanted to write so. Also, tell me what you think about this in my inbox! I love hearing your feedback! Thank you guys for 1k I love you so much omg!

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I love you. I am in love with you. I will love you forever. No matter what. I’m yours. Okay? I’m yours.

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Plance draws ;///u///;;;
FFXV AU and Goblin AU