you're just too beautiful

Dear Strange Man on the Train,

At 11 o’clock at night, you moved across the train car to sit far too close to two girls about half your age so you could interrupt our conversation to tell us how pretty we are. We said thank you, have a good night, and went back to our conversation.

You interrupted us a second time to say that you didn’t want to bother us, but we needed to hear it, how pretty we are. We said cool, thanks, have a good night, and went back to our conversation.

You interrupted us a third time to say you wouldn’t say anything else, you didn’t want to bother us, you just had to let us know. We said have a good night, and went back to our conversation.

This seemed to perplex you. You came all that way across a train car to bestow upon us this life altering knowledge - the fact we were pretty - and all you got was a polite thank you? You grumbled about gratitude, about how you better not end up on facebook, were we putting you on facebook? Why was my friend looking at her phone? Was she putting you on facebook? All you’d done was tell us we were pretty.

At this point, my friend says, “Sir, we’re trying to have a conversation. Please don’t be disrespectful.”

This was when you got angry. Disrespectful? YOU? For taking the time out of your day to tell us we were pretty? Did we know we were pretty?

“Yes, we knew,” says my friend.

Well, that was the last straw. How dare we know we were pretty! Sure, you were allowed to tell us we were pretty, but we weren’t allowed to think it independently, without your permission! And if we had somehow already known - perhaps some other strange man had informed us earlier in the day - we certainly weren’t allowed to SAY it! Where did we get off, having confidence in ourselves? You wanted us to know we were pretty, sure, but only as a reward for good behavior. We were pretty when you gifted it upon us with your words, and not a moment before! You raged for a minute about how horrible we were for saying we thought we were pretty, how awful we turned out to be.

I took a page out of your book and interrupted you. “Sir, you said you wouldn’t say anything else, and then you kept talking,” I said. “You complimented us, we said thank you, and we don’t owe you anything else. It’s late, you’re a stranger, and I don’t want to talk to you. We’ve tried to disengage multiple times but you keep bothering us.”

At this point, our train pulled into the next stop. My friend suggested we leave, so we got up and went to the door.

Seeing your last chance, you lashed out with the killing blow. “I was wrong!” you shouted at us as we left, “You’re ugly! You’re both REALLY UGLY!”

Fortunately, since our worth as human beings is in no way dependent upon how physically attractive you find us, my friend and I were unharmed and continued on with our night. She walked home; I switched to the next train car and sat down.

So, strange man, I know you’re confused. I don’t know if you’ll think about anything I said to you, but I hope you do learn this: when you give someone something - a gift, a compliment, whatever - with stringent stipulations about how they respond to it, you are not giving anything. You are setting a trap. It is not as nice as you think it is.

But you’ll be happy to know that when I sat down in the next car, a strange man several seats over called, “Hey, pretty girl. Nice guitar. How was your concert?”

“Thanks. Good,” I said, then looked away and put on my headphones, the universal sign for ‘I’d like to be left alone.’

“Wow. Fine. Whatever. Fucking bitch,” he said.

This Life Is Fine

Originally posted by shxwnmendess

A/N: I really don’t know where this came from but i wrote it bc i couldn’t start another piece so here. thanks to @sourshawn and @holyhotmendes for writing such good shit & giving me inspo to better my own, i love u guys :’)

enjoy guise x

She loved seeing him in one of his most vulnerable states. Splayed across his mattress, legs parted, and short breathy pants falling past his bitten lips. She loved him with every bit of her heart, sometimes it ached. Y/N loved being the reason he laughed the loudest and grinned the brightest. However, she loved being the thing that made him moan the loudest the most.

“Fuck it, I’m done waiting.” Shawn sighed in relief as he slammed Y/N back down against his thighs. She yelped, reveling in the feeling of his hips stuttering against her heat.
“Again, please.” He granted her request, gripping her hips in his palms and pulling her off his throbbing cock. She screams when he drops her again, the tip of his cock hitting her deepest spot perfectly. 

She rolled her hips over his own, picking up speed with every rotation. Shawn thrusts his hips up, meeting her gyrations in sync. His fingers bite into her hips, leaving reddening bruises that’ll still be alive in the morning. “Come on honey, I feel you clenching.”
“I can’t.” Y/N cried. Every single one of her sense were on high alert, exceedingly hypersensitive to everything. She’s teetering on her fifth orgasm of the night, Shawn already having ripped three from her with just his tongue and the most recent with just his fingers. She really felt like she couldn’t.

At least she thought she couldn’t. The moment Shawn’s lips encase one of her breasts while in his large hand and his left thumb relocates to her clit, it’s no longer impossible. Another orgasm tumbles out like the cries now floating from her throat and her body convulses in his lap.

Her arousal leaks over his pelvis like the sweat dripping down his neck and it starts a bolder, fiercer fire in him. His hips thrust briskly, chasing his release through a tortuous maze. He can feel it coming, he knows it’s gonna take him; take every last puff of air from his lungs. It’ll snatch the lasting remnants of energy from his veins and he tries—he tries so fucking hard to prepare so maybe it won’t—but it catches him unsuspectingly.

The burn in his throat after the loud “Shit!” he screams is nothing compared to the ache of his bones as he cums, holding her body flush against his own. His hips stumble, riding out the last of his orgasm and he just sits there, Y/N in his arms and a goofy lazy smile slowly finding its way on his face.

He’s so fucking gone. He could think of a million and one different ways someone else would say to spend the night, but this was fine for him. This was enough and he wouldn’t like it any other way.


Jon Bernthal Appreciation Week 
Day three: favorite photoshoot
∟ Tribeca Portrait Studio 2017

anonymous asked:

*pokes head out* I've been following your art for quite a while now and I love how there's always this element of softness/sweetness/brightness/light to it. It's in the characters' expressions and the way they look and move and it's just there in general in all your artwork. I just take one look at your art and go "Ah, there's so much love in these artworks!" Something about your artwork makes me happy when I'm having a bad day no matter how many times I look at it. *rolls shyly back into cave*

*pulls you out of cave and gives you an aggressively tender hug* i love you. you’re too kind to me. i’m crying 


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anonymous asked:

Damian thrusting the handle of his cane into his S/O while whispering praises and dirty thing into their ear. "You're doing so well for me, dove. Shh, I know how much you want my cock inside you, but you're just too beautiful like this. You'll have to be patient."

Y'all are killing me tho, it’s not even 8 AM and I’m dying with this holy fuck.

anonymous asked:


Actual Sweetheart™ Viktor Nikiforov cannot stop posting up photos of his fiancé after the Grand Prix is finally over because he’s so proud and happy for him; Yuri’s extremely flustered when he sees himself in 95% of Viktor’s recent posts but he’s flattered nonetheless

anonymous asked:

How different is the novel going to be from the fic?

A lot will be different, but most will be the same.

  • All werewolf aspects will be removed, which changes things around a little. For example, the scene where Derek turns into a wolf will need to be replaced with something else, as will every other supernatural event.
  • Fic!RH is kept intact in novel!RH - I’m hardly changing anything there, and John, Robert, Peter, and OC names are the same.
  • Since I wrote the first chapters of the fic a couple years ago, the writing will be cleaned up and much better.
  • All plot holes in fic!Home will be filled in and made accurate. For example: the technicalities with the badge/department, legal stuff, why Richard is still a police officer 27 years later…
  • Major plot points like the deaths are drastically different, some nationalities are changed, and Melissa’s character (Rachna) and Lydia’s character (Summer) have bigger roles.

But the story and theme is still there, and the personalities of the novel!characters mirror the fic!characters exactly. In a nutshell, Raising Home will combine the fics and polish them :)

Headcanon where Nagisa complains to Gou about having “never received a love confession from a girl,” and gets really disheartened. He knows he isn’t the “coolest” or most “manly” boy on campus, but surely someone out there has had a crush on him before? Right, Gou-chan? Some girls like cute boys too, don’t they?

But Gou just stares at him blankly and laughs because, um, everyone in school thought he and Rei-kun have been dating for like two years already? So no one’s tried?

Nagisa laughs and waves her off. Pfft, him and Rei-chan dating? Yeah right! First of all–and he drops his voice all deep–“Love is illogical and blah blah blah,” and second of all, they’re just friends!

Gou gives him another look and drills him.

Who’s the first person he’d want to contact if he had something cool to share? Rei-chan, he guesses. What about if he got a really good grade on a test? Well, Rei-chan, but that’s only because he sits right in front of him…. Okay, what if a new dessert shop opened up and he wanted to go eat there with someone? Rei-chan, of course! Because he always pays for his meals when they go out!

At that point, Gou just rolls her eyes. “Then you two might as well be dating!” she sighs and shakes her head.

Nagisa scoffs at her far-fetched proposal, but Gou just stands up and tells him to think about it–like, really think about it. The lunch bell rings, and Gou leaves Nagisa behind with a very troubling existential crisis.