#why yes i am still trash at naming my shorts

[igotanidea]

Newcomer : Simon Riley x reader pt 1

Ever since she was a kid she was learnt how to be obedient.

A good girl.

Always listening to her parents, doing whatever they told, listening, being the best student in the school, always with the best grades, sticking with the rules.

Some things changed when she entered the teenagerhood. The "rebel age". Questioning a lot of things, defying her parents, trying to find her own way. It didn;t exactly work well with her parents, who would much rather she was still a kid, that they could control in any way they saw fit. But since she stopped listening to words and taking them for granted, the methods of their behaviour upgraded as well.

Every time she did something her parents believed to be wrong (meaning: done in the way that was diffent from theirs) she was called names, yelled at and condemned to cold treatment until she apologises.

Whenever she tried fighting her way or proving her point or straight-forward call her parents on their bullshit she ended up on the floor, being choked or hit, screaming at the top of her lungs, scratching and wriggling in pain. Sporting the bruises and marks long after cause her father was not a man who took objection well and definitely not the one to pull his punches.

So she moved out.

But pretty much it didn;t change a lot in her mentality.

Yes, she became successfull and made a career.

Yes, she aced in the professional area.

But her personal life was a mess.

And while her "friends" were getting married and having kids she was alone, save for that one guy she was hanging around thinking he cared for her.

But it clearly was not enough.

Every family meeting was met with more and more intrusive questions and moralising that a woman her age should have a husband and a family and a proper life and not spending time solely on her work.

Constant comparision to the kids of her parents' friends was not good for her mental health, since obviously she was a failure in that juxtaposition.

No one ever ask how you doing anymore cause they know nothing good is happening in your life.

Truly there's nothing to say when my colleagues keep talking about their kids with nice family life.

You fucked up your own life. You must have kids at some points.

I am just so tired of admiring other's kids without being able to show off my own grandkids!

You are mental for saying that you don;t want kids!

As fucked up as all those comments from her parents were they were making her feel like a walking disaster. No one. A trash. It was like all her mother and father saw in her was an empty womb that seemed to be a disgrace for the family. Apparently, nothing else in her life was worth mentioning in this competition.

And it fucking hurt every time. Like a shot in the heart cause being alone was not something she choose.

But after months and months of hearing all those harsh words, she made a few mistakes....

Long story short, one night with her so-called-boyfiend ended up with her being pregnant.

And said boyfirend laughing in her face, while calling her a whore, profoundly explaining why the bastard was not his problem at all and leaving her alone, disappearing from her life.

Yes, she could have terminated, but it was not something she could live with in the long term.

So she was keeping the baby.

***

"You whore!" her mother yelled at her

"you both wanted grandkids!" Y/N laughed maniaclly in response "there! your dreams just came true, you should be fucking happy!"

"You're an infamy. You have an illegitimate child, no husband, not even boyfirend, no one." her father added cruelly "do not expect any help from us."

"But--" she stuttered. This was not something she saw coming. But the facts stood clear - her own parents were pretty much disowning her, leaving her completely alone to tend to herself and the unborn baby.

"Get out of this house Y/N. I don;t have a daughter from today."

"But mom-"

"You heard what your mother said. Get out. Now."

It was terrible on so many levels. Not only because they kicked her out, but also because they still wanted the girl who would follow their every order, not realising she was a grown up woman.

So obviously she left. Trying to wrap her head around what happened and figure how to deal with everything alone.

And that was when Simon came into her life.

#simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #ghost x you #simon riley x you #simon riley x y/n #ghost x y/n #simon riley fluff #ghost fluff #simon riley smut #ghost smut

[yagirlpurplefox12]

Baby Girl (The Gray Man x Female Reader)

Based off film, not book

Sierra Six x Reader x Lloyd Hansen

Warnings: Explicit, Age Gap, Violence, Language, Sexual Assault, Loss of Parents

Ages:

You are 21

Sierra Six (Court Gentry) is 41

Lloyd Hansen is 40

Summary: After your parents were mysteriously murdered, a man of the name Donald Fitzroy decided to take you as his own…but unfortunately that doesn’t come without a price. Later the years passed and somehow you caught the eyes of two dangerous men. One of them completely ignoring the chemistry while the other relishes in it.

~ Chapter One ~

This was not the life you wanted, maybe in a fantasy world…sure, but this is reality. At Fifteen you became an orphan when you opened the door to your suburban home with a smile on your face after your friends dropped you off. Only for that smile to fall apart after seeing objects and furniture trashed and a few bodies laying around.

Your friends already left leaving you to clutch your phone as you side stepped bodies, making sure to not create too much noise. Blood painted the walls, cabinets, sofa, and flooring.

Grabbing a gun, you checked to see if the safety was on and if there were bullets left. Safety was off. Bullets were in. You hadn’t gone to a shooting range that much but you know the basics thanks to your father and even some friends. Your parents were not in the living room nor kitchen, which made you still scared for their sake.

“Mom, dad?”

Your voice trembled and tears threaten to escape. Wanting to run far from there but you couldn’t until you knew your parents were safe. Only if.

Fresh blood poured out from your mother’s gauged out eyes and slit throat. A knife still stuck in your father’s chest, his eyes focused where your mother laid. Bile rose to your throat, puking when you turned from the gruesome scene no child should see of their parents. Dialing the cops, they came to the scene and threw a lot of questions at you. Why did you have a gone? Where were you? Who were those men in tactical armor? Blah? Blah? Blah? They brought you into the station and that was when you met Donald Fitzroy. “What do you want? As I said a thousand times before, give me a fucking lawyer.”

“I’m not here to prosecute you. I know you didn’t do that, besides, you’re free to walk out those doors.”

“What?”

“Listen, I’m sorry for what has happened. Truly. You’re just a child who saw the most unforgivable. I’m here to give you my condolences and to offer you a safe place. Whoever did this, they are dangerous and I don’t know if you are next on the list as you were the child of their targets.”

Sniffling, you can’t help but to let out a sob and some tears, “Who are you?”

“My name is Donald Fitzroy and I am the director for CSS short for Cheltenham Security Services. Though, I am retiring so now would be your best bet to come with me for protection.”

“…How am I supposed to trust you?”

Donald smiled and threw a file on the table, “If you got any questions, I’m right here. I don’t know why your parents were targeted…why your family was targeted. Hate to be the one telling you this, but you are the only living member left. Telling me this isn’t random and since it’s just you left, you are the best bet to this puzzle.”

“No time to mourn?”

“You can mourn,” he stated softly, “Mourn all you want. You didn’t deserve any of this.”

After the meeting, he took you on a private jet to his home in a different country. His niece Clair was only seven and though you were distant and 8 years older, you were each other’s saving graces. Yes, there were many problems you couldn’t confide with her as she could with you, but it was nice having her around. Donald and Clair slowly became your family and both helped you overtime with the loss of your own blood.

Time to time—unfortunately—a man named Denny Carmichael would visit to steal you away for a few meetings and made you train. Made you. Being a resilient one made him all the more angry yet insistent about you. Donald hated the idea of making you an assassin, but the CIA all turned their heads away. At one point he took your training so intensely that he had you meet someone to learn how to interrogate. He was a handsome man, you have no shame admitting, but a complete sociopath. Maybe even psycho. With gorgeous blue eyes and a strong mustache, you couldn’t help but blush the first time meeting him. Which made his ego burst more than it should.

“Why the fuck should I waste my time with a brat?”

Those were his first words.

It only lasted a week with him as a woman who you never met seemed to know how to pull strings to get you out of training altogether. Though, you too made quite an impression yourself. Being a young 15–almost 16–year old who about lost everything she loved, every time you spoke to him was as if you were signing for a death wish. He beat the crap out of you when you talked back or didn’t do what you were told. Yet, you always gave him a shit eating grin with blood dripping from your nose and lip.

Lloyd Hansen never forgot about you…the stupidest yet strongest brat he ever met.

Three years passed and you didn’t have to deal with anything involving the CIA and other government politics. Donald was really trying the best he could to let you live as a semi-normal teen. The only thing you had to worry about was Clair’s heart. And the fact your guys address got leaked. That was how you met Six and you completely fell for him. Though, you were only 18 and he was a whole grown man.

“(F/N), can you come here for a moment,” the maid announced. Leaving your room, you paused for a moment after seeing him. Easily guessing him to be around 6 feet compared to your height, you can’t help but blush from his right fit suit and facial hair. Cursing at yourself mentally because of your hormones, you greeted him with a shy smile and offered your hand out for a shake. His grip was strong and you could feel just from it that he was a hardworking man. It was stale for awhile between all of you…well it was just stale with him. Clair was more sassy than usual but you didn’t change your behavior. Every other morning you did your routine of working out with weights and skateboarded out front. Every evening would be a walk and sometimes run around the limits of where you were aloud. You knew that it may have been a pain for Six to take care of two at once but from how he hovered over Clair more you had an idea that Donald may have told him of your training.

After Clair had her peacemaker attack and fell asleep on the hospital bed, you held her hand and tried to keep a conversation with Six.

“She’s not lying about this being another Thursday. You know, she’s a strong kid. More than I could ever be.”

“Hmm.”

“Pfft…you know…come here I got something.”

Cautiously he walked towards you. Rolling your eyes, you reaches for your pocket and pulled out a box. “I’m a gum chewed myself. Donald tried to get me to stop, but I’m just too damn stubborn.”

Offering him a piece, his mouth tweaks a bit and he accepts the Spearmint. “Why did you pull out?”

“I didn’t want to do it. Just because I lost everything doesn’t mean I should be used as a toy. No offense.”

“None taken. You were too young anyways.”

Later that night Clair woke up and you all were able to go back home. Left your bathroom door open, you turned on your shower connected to you room. You threw off your shirt and pants leaving you in lace pink bra and underwear when you noticed something strange.

Or someone.

Pretending to not notice, you grabbed your razor and just as the figure moved you threw it at them. The man stalking you cursed when he felt the razor graze his cheek and took out his knife, rushing at you. Saying “Fuck it” to yourself you ran at him and focused on the weapon. Using your forearm for guarding, you kicked his side which made him grunt and get more frantic in his attacks. Switching the knife to his other hand, he cut your arm and with the pain as distraction, he got a hold of you with his arm squeezing your neck. Yelping, you felt the knife go from your neck all the way down under your belly button.

“My, my, for someone barely legal you sure are delicious aren’t you sexy?”

“You pervert,” you hissed when his knife was poking just under the waist band of your panties.

“She’s right, you are a pervert,” you hear a voice that made you sigh with relief. The assassin’s dirty hands left your body and all you heard was a disturbing gurgling noise. Six then stood in front of you with blood on his arms. “You okay,” he asks you looming over. “Yeah, I’m going to take a shower. You should too.”

He nods and went to the sink to wash his hands.“I’ll clean this mess up. Sleep with Clair when your done,” he orders before drying his hands and moved over to your dresser to pick out your pajamas and even underwear. Your heart races and can’t help the embarrassment to overflow, but you let him get your clothes anyways as you closed the door to take your shower. Behind the door, you smiled and toled him, “You know, that was OOC of you.”

“What does that mean,” Six asked, moving towards the body using your sheets to move it.

“Means “out of character”, usually you hum, grunt, of just say a word or two. Not really have I heard you make jokes. But you did make one about the guy being a pervert when he—well—you know.”

“Well that’s because he was…plus being around you and Clair is such a headache.”

“Pfft, you love us,” you laughed before hopping in the shower.

#the gray man #reader #imagine #x reader #female #female reader #sierra six #lloyd hansen #sierra six x reader #lloyd hansen x reader #you #the gray man x reader #the gray man x female reader #lloyd hansen x you #Sierra six x you #series #the gray man female series

[xariarte]

Team Canada

Raptors/rockets (couldn’t choose one 😭)

Dillion Brooks sympathizer (affectionately)

When I saw this in my inbox, I laughed, because I knew the last part was coming for me one day. 😂💖

But before Brooks takes over this ask, I’m real glad that my Team Canada posts have become a defining factor of my account! I never meant to post this much about Canadian basketball but I actually really enjoy it. And it’s definitely both Raptors/Rockets over here. 🇨🇦

And then the last part…listen, I have to explain myself. 🤣 I know I’ve been flinging Dillon Brooks’ name into Tumblr uncensored 😭. This is good timing to talk about all this because the Olympics are coming up too (and he's gonna be doing stuff, I know).

I’ll split this into a short answer and a longer one under the cut. 😭😭

Short Answer: I don’t necessarily sympathize with him all of the time — he has done CRIMES after all — but I am perpetually amused by his existence. I’m usually looking at him like, “why are you like this?” 🤨🤔 I like him AND hate him at the same time for various reasons, like sometimes he is The Best and other times he is The Worst. 

I do know that when I decided to talk about him on here, it was scary at first because he is so hated (for valid reasons). But I was like, I can’t NOT talk about how amusing he is to me! I also find it immensely funny that my posts on him always end up framing him as "some guy on the team". 😃

I will say though if you hate him, DO NOT let me or my posts stop you. He is a villainous menace. If you don’t want to see him, mute my dbrooks tag!

P.S. If you know Molly Morrison on Twitter/Tumblr, just know I highly relate to what she’s said about Dillon Brooks over the years. 😭😭

Longer Answer (aka the backstory lore of WHY): 

When I restarted my Tumblr account, I met Tumblr user siakam. One of the topics we discussed was the cursed idea of a Fred VanVleet and DB fanfic, because we thought they could be enemies thanks to their conflicting personalities. I was intrigued, but I didn’t know anything about Brooks’ personality. Sadly I do love researching things... 😭😭

This research collided with the NBA season/me getting into Rockets basketball/me catching up on FIBA content…so by accident, Brooks was everywhere. 😩 Houston had a honeymoon period with him and he took over the Team Canada run (and stole the hearts of the announcers and the photographers and the reporters and the crowd) so because of that, most of Canada now ADORES him.

(Do you realize how many Canadian compliments I have to read about this beloved Canadian menace. NO YOU DON’T. 😭💖)

Most of what I read about his personality, which was buried underneath all the media reports of his menacing, was just…normal and wholesome? At least I understand now why the Grizzlies sideline reporter always called him her favourite player, and why all his Grizzlies/Team Canada teammates/coaching staff love him so much. 

That being said, I don’t always agree with his actions though. He chose to do things to teams/star players and he should take the consequences for those actions.

Yes, I do love trash talking, yes, I do enjoy taunting (one of my favourite trash talking quotes is from Donovan Mitchell actually). He did a lot of things to GSW that went too far for me at times. I feel like the intense wave of hatred from last summer was good for him because it brought him down to earth (his ego is still sky high though). He’s been a bit better on the Rockets, more willing to admit his mistakes. But still. Sometimes he doesn’t play basketball and it pisses me off. 🤬

Anyway, apologies for the long paragraphs, but I did have more to say and I couldn’t squish it into something brief. 💔 If you did read all of this, I hope you enjoyed the extra xariarte lore! 💖

#despite the research I still don’t know why he is Like That #I admit it...I DO have a soft spot for Mr. Beloved Canadian Menace (with limits of course) 😂 #i was inspired by the canada bball twitter account #they kept posting photos of him like he was just some guy on the team !! and technically he kind of is. 😌 #thanks for the ask!! i enjoyed answering this one despite its long length 💖🇨🇦 #ask #p.s. if anyone has more questions about this then feel free to ask lol

[toastywarmth]

HBO’s Fred isn’t as bad as you think…

From the title, you’re probably confused, but let me explain.

I’ve seen a lot of people (rightfully so), criticising this new version of Fred, and saying he’s now a bad person.

But after analysing the first two episodes, I believe this Fred isn’t as antagonistic as people make him out to be. Don’t get me wrong, he’s a whiny brat, but when you actually look deeper into it, he didn’t do anything particularly wrong, and it’s the characters around him who give him crap for no reason.

Let’s start with his dynamic with Velma for example;

At first meeting, Fred does not give Velma the time of day and is pretty racist towards her, and is overall a jerk.

In the context of this one scene, Fred was not meant to be likeable, and it would make sense why Velma would dislike him enough, to accuse him of murder.

But...then we get the scene of them having a heart to heart, with Fred opening about his insecurities around his masculinity, and Velma sharing her experience with her mom and her hallucinations. It was a sweet moment between them, and Fred even remembered Velma’s name. This was the only scene in the first episode that I genuinely enjoyed, because it felt like the show was finally taking itself seriously instead of being meta, too bad they had to ruin it, and I’ll explain why in a moment.

After this scene, we get a scene of Velma changing her appearance to fit in, but it only works for a short while, before her classmates remember that she is still the main suspect in a murder case, and begin throwing trash at her. Fred immediately goes to Velma’s defence, though a bit passive aggressive, he was still one of the few people to believe that Velma didn’t do it. Plus, he’s a popular guy, why would he risk that by defending an outcast like Velma, if he didn’t have a smidge of belief in her.

And after both the heart to heart and him saving her from being hit by a paper cutter, Velma still had the audacity to insist that Fred murdered Brenda, even though it fundamentally makes no sense.

The body was found in Velma’s locker, the second body was found in her recycling bin. Surely, if she rubbed together two of her shrivelled, dulled, flea-sized braincells together, she would assume that the person who murdered those girls, is trying to frame her. So why would she believe that Fred (one of the few people who believes that she didn’t do it and openly defended her) be a part of the murder.

“Oh! Because he’s a rich white guy with a small dick—” I will roast you in a chicken rotisserie and feed you to my cat!

Velma is supposed to be the clever detective, yet she is clouded by her own biases, and doesn’t see the clear answers in front of her face. And the worst part is, when she did end up defending Fred, she does it by humiliating him in front of an entire courtroom.

Claiming that he couldn’t possibly cut those girls’ brains out, when he couldn’t even cut his own food, but completely forgetting that in the first episode, he threw a paper cutter with extreme precision and in doing so casually slicing off a student’s leg (yes, this is a real thing that happens the show, no it is not addressed).

Also, I hate how Velma joins in on dogpiling Fred on his body issues, even though she is aware that he struggles with his masculinity. It comes off as really mean, when Fred poured his heart out to Velma, and in return, Velma just judged him like everyone else.

The issues I stated above could’ve been fixed immediately, if they just removed the scene of their heart to heart, and the scene of Fred defending Velma. Velma would still have a reason to suspect Fred of murder, but won’t come off as too ridiculous.

Now that Velma is done, time to move on to Daphne, and her dynamic with Fred.

In their first scene together, it’s framed as Fred being a bad boyfriend. Don’t get me wrong, I am not saying Fred is a good boyfriend, he did planned for Brenda to be his Plan B, if things didn’t go as planned with Daphne. But Daphne is not any better, when it comes to their relationship;

For one, she sexually pressures Fred. Touching him inappropriately, then gets mad at him when he says no. And then proceeds to gossip about him behind his back, all because he doesn’t want to have sex with her.

This is played up for jokes, or seen as Daphne being justified. When in reality, this was wrong of Daphne, she shouldn’t get mad at Fred for not having sex with her, then betray his trust, by talking behind his back to Velma, a person Fred doesn’t even know personally. And the reason this pisses me off so much, because I know this would be taken more seriously if the gender roles were reversed.

Here’s a little Tumblr wisdom; it doesn’t matter if you are a boy or girl or whatever, if your significant other is pressuring you into doing sexual activities, despite your protests, they do not care for you as a person, but more as something to benefit from.

You don’t need a reason to not want to have sex, even with the person you are dating.

This isn’t the only thing that Daphne does to Fred. She doesn’t even come to his defence when he accused of murder. Their relationship is implied to be one out of convenience rather than love, but still, shouldn’t Daphne be at least concerned that her boyfriend (whom she probably known for a while) could most likely end up in jail?

Not to mention, her possibly cheating on Fred with Velma. I say possibly, because I don’t know if it was stated or implied that her and Fred broke up, and I do not have the willpower to rewatch the episodes.

So recap; Fred is a bad boyfriend, but Daphne is an even worse girlfriend. Daphne and Velma are both mega-bitches, and deserve each other.

Now for the writers themselves, who think that having a 15 year old boy being constantly sexually harassed is considered ‘comedy’.

I can forgive something like Family Guy for doing these kinds of disgusting jokes, because they are at least a original property. Fred Jones is a character that people grew up with for years, and they decided to show him in this light, without even having the decency to age him up.

We get constant scenes of random ass adults making uncomfortable jokes about this minor’s dong. We get a scene of a bunch of people photographing this HIGHSCHOOLER in a open robe, and Fred’s father is more concerned about people finding out about his penis size, rather than the fact that these adults are taking pictures of a naked minor. Everyone in this show should be in freaking arrested!

And it’s made worse, it’s made so much worse, when you see the writers of this show are purposely making Fred as infantilised as possible.

Not only do they sexualise/make sexual jokes towards a highschooler, but they did it to a highschooler who has the mannerisms of a toddler. I don’t care if it’s a joke, I am GOING to give the writers the side-eye for this.

Also, side tangent, but making Fred this clueless child-like fool, is a can of worms of itself. For those who don’t know, Fred Jones was autism-coded by the fandom for a while, and was confirmed to be canonically autistic in Mystery Incorporated. I don’t need to explain why it’s bad to make an autistic-corded character into a clueless blubbering man-child. Of course, I know that the showrunners didn’t intend to make an incredibly ableist portrayal of Fred, but that doesn’t make it better. This is why you should ALWAYS do research on the source material before making a reboot, or else you end up with shit like this, and erase actual good representation. I know I sound overly passionate about this, but as a person on the spectrum who felt seen by Fred in Mystery Incorporated, this felt like a huge betrayal for me.

In conclusion to this post, this new version of Fred is annoying, but he deserves more of your sympathy than Velma.

Velma backstabbed him, even though he defended her.

His girlfriend sexually pressures him, and then didn’t have the gull to defend him when he’s committed of murder, and then fucks off to make out with the girl who tried to bash her head in with a crowbar in the earlier episode.

Everyone is constantly sexually harassing and body-shaming him, most of which are freaking adults.

That’s the end of my post, thank you for reading.

#hbo velma #hbo max velma #velma show #velma dinkley #fred jones #scooby doo daphne #hbo max #long post #rant #velma rant

[sora-human-rot]

This account is vigilated by the government. Any suspicious action can result in deaths. (In character)

"Hello, my name is Sora Satou. I am 12 years old. I'm living on the streets now. I don't know if I'm still alive at the moment you're reading this. I can die at any second."

(Some explanation about what Sora is and why the government is watching him here and here)

Name: Sora Satou

Age: 12

Ability: "Human Rot" - The ability user cannot die from external or internal injuries caused by others or himself. However, he will still feel it.

Organization: Unknown. Satou is currently living on the streets.

Likes: Sun, cardboard boxes, ducks, walking.

Dislikes: Snow, rain, cats, the smell of his own rotting flesh.

Appearence: Sora has medium dark blue hair. He has black eyes and wears a torn and dirty black cape covering his body. He wears brown shorts and a gray shirt that appears to be covered in blood. Sora wears black boots that look like they were found in the trash. He has bandages tied to his head and open wounds all over his body.

Extra: Before going to the streets, Sora went to church every day. But for some reason, he was kicked out. He was considered a demon (ask me why if you want to know :3), and because of this he lost everything. Most of the abuse he suffers is from former church members. || Sora is schizophrenic and has heavy trust issues. ^^ || One thing that triggers Sora is water running down the wall. Yes, very specific

this art is a bit old...

more art for Sora here and more useful info: 1 / 2

Rules:

• I am not okay with nsfw questions, Sora is a kid.

• He/they/it for Sora. He/it for mod.

Taken anons: . . .

The Creation and the Meaning - pt1

The Creation and the Meaning - pt2

The aftermath of the slaughter. ( pls go check this one out !!! :3 )

Carrying on with the legacy. (The Creation and the Meaning - pt 3.5)

#bsd rp blog #bsd rp #bsd roleplay #bsd rp oc #sora.🥀

[mayajadewrites]

Stained Red - Chapter Seven

Unexpected

The next morning, your walk to the office felt different. You didn't want up to any texts from Matt, you didn't know if he would be in the office this morning.

You stick to your usual routine though, and stop by Birch's Coffee for your usual iced latte.

Your scarf was covering your face, the harsh morning hair irritating your skin. Your eyes were glued to your phone, trying to get your mind off of Matthew.

As you walk into the coffee shop, you hear someone say your name.

Finally looking up from your phone, you swear you see a ghost. There's no way this man was in front of you right now.

He repeated your name, walking towards you.

"Mason?" Your eyes follow his movement. "I - when - why are you here?"

"I didn't know I had to let you know when I came back to Hell's Kitchen." Mason smiled, sipping his hot latte. "I'm not surprised I found you here, though."

Mason was, well, who you thought was the love of your life. You thought you were going to marry him, have the nice house, white picket fence, and all the children.

Until he randomly broke up with you one day and your entire world shattered within an instant.

"I'm sorry, but seriously - when did you come back?"

"A couple of days ago. I got a new job and they just so happen to be located in Manhattan. So here I am." Mason extended his arms, smiling.

He is your "picture perfect" man. Brown hair, tan skin, brown eyes, muscular, smart, and usually kind.

Mason has commitment issues, though.

The feelings you've kept at the bottom of your stomach resurfaced as anxiety. You really thought that this man was your endgame.

"Do you wanna sit for a little? I have about 45 minutes before I have to head to work." Mason smiled, gesturing towards a small table.

Against your better judgement, you said yes.

"I read your latest novel. I've actually read all of them." Mason smiled, sipping his hot latte. "You're only getting better and better."

"Thank you. I'm working on my latest piece now, though I'm having trouble starting it up."

The way Mason makes you feel is so different from how Matt makes you feel. Matt feels comforting, safe, and like home. Except right now Matt doesn't feel like any of those things. You don't even know when the next time you'll speak to Matt will be.

Mason makes you feel young again. Spontaneous.

You and Mason chatted for about a half hour before you decided to cut it short and start heading to the office. Your iced latte was finished, but you wanted another one anyway.

"Let me buy you your latte. I know you're thinking about getting another. You espresso-fiend." Mason smiled, grabbing your cup and swiftly throwing it in the trash. Without an answer from you, he went to the counter and ordered your usual.

One thing about Mason is that he knows you like the back of his hand. To be expected after years together, but knowing he has seen every crevice of your body, knows all your emotions, and can read your face like a book - leaves you feeling unsettled.

"Thanks, Mace." You smile, grabbing the drink from his hands. Your fingertips gently brushed along each other and you swore you saw sparks.

"Do you still have the same number?" Mason pulled his phone out of his pocket.

"I do. You know I hate change."

"Perfect, have a good day today. Try to get some writing done." And Mason was gone.

Upon your arrival at the office, you see a note taped to your door.

I miss you.

You took the note down and unlocked the door to your office, throwing the note in the garbage.

One thing about you is you do not make the first move. The first real move.

A note? What are we in high school?"

You wanted Matt to be waiting at your office door was white roses and an apology.

But you just got... a note.

As you were in the midst of a writing storm, your phone buzzed.

Mason: Working hard or hardly working?

You: You're interrupting my writing. So, working hard.

Mason: Good girl.

Fuck.

Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip as you flipped your phone over, pushing it to the end of the table.

Buzz.

Mason: It was a delight seeing you this morning. I've missed seeing your bright eyes first thing.

You: You're ok too, I guess.

This was always the dynamic with you and Mason. He is very good at showing his emotions since he wears them on his sleeve.

However, you - not so much. You would much rather show your feelings with actions. Even though you're an author, words sometimes don't work for you.

Matt says you have a way with words, but you don't know if you believe him.

Matt.

Matthew Murdock.

I wonder what he's doing right now.

#daredevil born again #daredevil x reader #matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #daredevil #charlie cox #charlie cox x reader #marvel #mcu #foggy nelson #karen page #the defenders #matt murdock fanfic

[nathaniacolver]

need to live tweet my playing of totk but don't wanna be annoying on my irl so i'll just do it here. this is the first bit:

BEWARE: TOTK SPOILERS BELOW

"i know i'll be ok with you link" okay they are IN LOVE

WHERE IS LINK IN THE CUTSCENE. THEY HAVE TO SHOW HIM IN THE NEXT 10 SECONDS OR I WILL FRET

ZONAI????!!?!!?!??!?!?! (Listen i forgot the gameplay trailer)

me walking at a respectable pace as to not leave zelda's side

BABE THERE'S TOO MUCH MALICE HERE WHY ARE WE STILL GOING

just talked to zelda and she was like "i'm so excited!!!!" GIRL DO YOU NOT HAVE AN OUNCE OF SELF-PRESERVATION

swinging the sword swinging the sword

WAIT WHY DO I HAVE 30 HEARTS WHYYYYYYY DO I HAVE 30 HEARTS

THEY JUST ADDED AN INSTRUMENT OR TWO OH FRICK AND IT'S GETTING LOUDER oh i already love the sound engineering

GLOWY SPIRAL????

DON'T PICK UP THE TEAR BABY oh frick oh frick

OH THAT'S WHY I HAD 30. FOR THE DRAMA

CAN'T LOOK AT MY TYPING I'M WATCHING THE CHTSCENE

OH FRICK IT JUST SHATTERED OH FRICK

gamer lean on x games mode rn

mans said screw it i'm out. fly you fools

BRO I WAS TYPING THE ABOVE WHEN HE LUNGED AND I GOT SO NERVOUS THAT I'D HAVE TO FIGHT FJSKDKJSJDAHHDLADG THE JOYCONS ARE FLOPPING AROUNS ON MY ARMS

THAT TEAR BETTER PROTECT HER I HOPE THAT'S WHAT THAT GLOWY YELLOW WAS

BRO WHAT. THE BLUE GLOWING IS GOOD. this is so anakin skywalker of him btw

baby don't you worry i'm gonna make link level up so fast so he can come and get you

oop naked link again AND HIS SHORTS ARE SHORTER????

nice mani link

A MAN'S VOICE???????? WHO IS IT WHY DOES EVERYONE KNOW THEIR NAMES

okay so The Voice just gives him an arm. okay

the malice or whatever stopping just at the triforce is Symbolic, i think

is it really a master sword or is it a master Dagger

i rly be taking screenshots of everything like i'm a tourist

okay green hand thing go off!!! oop give it a high five and it turns blue and goes behind you as a save point

*taking notes* okay cogs are cogging.......gears are gearing..........

now why the frick did it have me dive like that. what was The Reason

i Forgor that link can tread water indefinitely. swimming king

not me searching every nook and cranny like there's gonna be secrets in this Cave

PANTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ARCHAIC PANTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

wait i put them on and now he looks like a gladiator.......cardboard skirt & Jesus sandals........ok shirtless king

oop just noticed his hair animations & the layers are CRAZY but it lookin good

wait so they was underground......and now in the sky...................i have Theories

they said aerial view shot once again but i mean AERIAL

ope no climbing, you're already too high in the sky

the lighting looks SO GOOD!

it's so silent up here i love it.

the MUSIC AHHHH

WAIT EVERYTHING'S AN ISLAND???? OH WE WAY THE FRICK UP IN THE SKY LINK. HOW CAN YOU BREATHE THAT THIN AIR

this game is making me fall In Love. with Silence

TREE BRANCH YES THE WORLD IS HEALING

apples. i could Cry

is that a broom?????

wait so the soldiers are bad and the stewards are good. it's just like real life!

why do i have the feeling that this is a /different/ princess zelda that left this to him.......oh nvm it's just the purah pad. what happened to the sheikah slate???

is link gonna look at pics on it and get emo

wait so. garden of time (ok Christianity reference). so zelda has lived through some trash already and is like poor link in the past. let's give him this

aw it's lonely :(

YES WE'RE GETTING ZELDA RIGHT AWAY I COULD CRY

ooh the purah pad looks slick (i'm so sorry but why does that sound like a tampon brand LIKEEEEE)

high five!!! oh wait high fives have OTHER FUNCTIONS???!?!

now why did the bridge have to do all that fancy stuff. (ik it's for stability or whatever don't @ me engineers)l

just smashed some pots. link's Primeval Urge

ok so linear path for Diving. got it.

that's a hot-footed frog.......................i could cry. i AM crying

picked up a rock. now i just have to see some Chickens

there are Grates in the ground and you can peek below. idk why i like that so much.

i am hunting these ostriches like i might die

THAT GUY SNUCK UP ON ME SO SILENTLY. I DECIDED I HATE FLOATING MACHINE ENEMIES (don't worry i was fine)

why did i try to light a frog on fire

#totk spoilers #okay that's it i have to go to work now but enjoy. #i do this bc i don't have a reaction yt channel but IF I DID #also i had to edit this ob my computer bc i accidentally added a poll and idk how to get rid of it #totk #tears of the kingdom #loz #playthrough

[tiaamorosa]

The Touches

It was shortly after 4 p.m. when Bruce surprisingly showed up at the police station. “Oh, no one expected you anymore, I hope the seminar was a success?”/ “Well, it's difficult to tell the good ones from the bad ones, but I think most of them were pretty interested. Is Wyatt still there by any chance?”/ “Yeah, last I saw him go to the bathroom”/ “o.k...”. Bruce said goodbye and went to the toilets. “Hey, did you have a successful session?”/ “Man, why are you barging in here like that, damn!”/ “hehe...Sorry”/ “hh, yeah, it was okay. And why are you here? Shouldn’t the whole thing last until 8 p.m.?”/ “They didn’t need me anymore.”.

Marcus was about to dry his hands when he noticed Bruce hugging him from behind. His grip was tight… “Hey, what…”/ “I just didn’t feel like it anymore. I have given these seminars so many times, always the same text. And then these constant thoughts in my head..."/"which...thoughts?"/"The two of us, alone, like now". Marcus was pushed against the sink by Bruce's strong body. "How many times have you imagined something like that in the last few weeks, huh?" The two of us, alone…”/“often… Very often…”/ Bruce whispered “ah yeah… Terrible, right? If you have to jerk off alone every night” / “yes…Bruce…”.

Bruce loosened his grip and turned Marcus to face him. With a fairly quick movement, he grabbed his crotch, which made Marcus take a deep breath, slightly shocked. “So I’m not the only one, luckily. I know you feel neglected, okay? Man, my daughter is sleeping two rooms away and I'm jerking off thinking about you"/"can't you just come over?". …“I would love that, but I'm still afraid that she'll take advantage of it when I'm not there. I actually trust her…”/ “But?”/ “I’m just following my instincts as a father and a cop. But I can't and don't want to pay attention all the time. But I want… more of you”/ “Then… Let me do something”/ “and what?”…Marcus pushed him a little away, then crouched down in front of him. “Oh man, hey, you…”/ “Shut up,… Don’t tell me you didn’t want THAT before?”. Bruce almost lost his breath, it was really happening...not too short and not too long, exactly as it should be. “Sh… shit, ah”…

When Marcus was finished, he grabbed the paper towels you normally use to dry your hands, removed the small white marks and threw the paper into the small trash can next to the sink. Afterwards he zipped up Bruce's pants and washed his hands... He gave him a kiss followed by "Next time it's your turn" and left the toilet.

As he often did, Bruce parked his car a little away from the police station. And just when he thought Marcus was already gone, he saw him standing there. And he also stopped and couldn't resist making an embarrassed gesture. For Marcus this was like confirmation and he smiled a little. “If I am sure that everything is OK at home. is... I'll come over"../ .“hn, are you sure you still want that?”/ Bruce laughed awkwardly and looked a little to the side. “Yeah… I think so.”/ “O.K.… This time I want a report from you”/ “About what, about what just happened? Hahaha… I’ll send you a smiley later”/ “Do that.. Have a nice evening and say hello to your daughter from me.”/ “hehe… O.k.”…

Statement: I really enjoy putting myself in the shoes of men and using a somewhat rougher tone. ^^. This was just an excerpt from what happened yesterday. I hope you enjoyed it a little bit 😉

some Poses by @poses-by-bee , sink (gay) Poses by zhu ? ((unfortunately I don't know the name of the creator, I've had the poses for a long time) …Location by @franglishetchocolat

@drawing-way-outside-the-lines , maybe you like it too, 😆

Have a nice day everyone 😘

#sims3 #simsstories #screenshots #sims3 story #police #gay love #naughty

[sora-s-conscious]

switching @sora-human-rot (old acc) to this one :3

This account is vigilated by the government. Any suspicious action can result in deaths. (In character)

"Hello, my name is Sora Satou. I am 12 years old. I'm living on the streets now. I don't know if I'm still alive at the moment you're reading this. I can die at any second."

(Some explanation about what Sora is and why the government is watching him here and here)

Name: Sora Satou

Age: 12

Ability: "Human Rot" - The ability user cannot die from external or internal injuries caused by others or himself. However, he will still feel it.

Organization: Unknown. Satou is currently living on the streets.

Likes: Sun, cardboard boxes, ducks, walking.

Dislikes: Snow, rain, cats, the smell of his own rotting flesh.

Appearence: Sora has medium dark blue hair. He has black eyes and wears a torn and dirty black cape covering his body. He wears brown shorts and a gray shirt that appears to be covered in blood. Sora wears black boots that look like they were found in the trash. He has bandages tied to his head and open wounds all over his body.

Extra: Before going to the streets, Sora went to church every day. But for some reason, he was kicked out. He was considered a demon (ask me why if you want to know :3), and because of this he lost everything. Most of the abuse he suffers is from former church members. || Sora is schizophrenic and has heavy trust issues. ^^ || One thing that triggers Sora is water running down the wall. Yes, very specific

this art is a bit old...

more art for Sora here and more useful info: 1 / 2 || facts about sora I never told anyone

Rules:

• I am not okay with nsfw questions, Sora is a kid.

• He/they/it for Sora. He/it for mod.

• Respect the same dni list that's on mod's main acc.

Taken anons: . . .

The creation and the Meaning - pt 1

The creation and the Meaning - pt 2

The aftermath of the slaughter. ( pls go check this one out !!! :3 )

Carrying on with the legacy

A worse version of you

. . . Home ?

#sora.🥀 #bsd rp #bsd #bsd oc #bsd roleplay #bungo stray dogs #mine

[gemsofgreece]

I mean, but "Byzantine" is peak Western appropriation of the Roman Empire, so why spread its use? It's not what the Eastern Romans called themselves, it was meant to separate them from the Classical Rome around the time Rome got "hip" with the Western Europeans, its origins are also Western European, and it followed the trend of refusing to call the Roman Emperor with his actual title, instead calling him "King of the Greeks" and using "Roman Emperor" for a Germanic King. That's of course, if

I don’t know if I am missing a part in between but that’s all the mail I got.

If you are saying that Roman history as a whole is part of the eastern heritage then I disagree. I believe the Roman Empire pre-split is either part of the western heritage or both. I also find inaccurate the perception of Ancient Greek heritage as purely western. To my understanding, the Romans were the westernisation of the Greeks but that’s my personal take on it.

Because of that, I find the conundrums created by the use of the Roman label both for west and east and for people of different origins, ethnicities, timelines, language and religion to be expected. Conundrums are the best conditions for appropriation to do its work.

If you mean the Roman empire is heritage of both west and east and thus we shouldn’t be excluded, which is what I think you were saying, I get your viewpoint. The new danger however is that more and more western people will claim Byzantine history as part of the Roman therefore western heritage and, you know what, it really wasn’t. The original Roman might have been inclusive or ambiguous but the East Roman almost certainly wasn’t.

We should never forget that when the Ottomans were approaching Constantinople it was often heard in the streets “Better the Ottoman fez than the Pope’s mitre”. We should never forget that the East Roman Empire would perhaps not have been defeated by the Ottomans (according to many recent historian estimations) if it hadn’t lost almost all its lands, treasures and fighting men after the Crusades the Pope, the Latins and Francs had unleashed against it. Perhaps a few Greeks wouldn’t have internalised so much an ahistorical distaste for the name Greek or a false concept of Byzantine debauchery if they weren’t repeatedly told so by the Western Europeans. Maybe we wouldn’t still hear Protestants say how the Eastern Orthodox Church is straight out paganism and offensive to real Christianity (despite being much older than Protestantism but whatever).

In short, I would rather keep them separating me / us / our ancestors from the inclusion to the western heritage than see them trying to appropriate the eastern heritage as western now that the tables of historical research are turning.

I don’t even care for the whole Western civilisation concept, to be honest. It wouldn’t be the first time west Europeans pat themselves on the shoulder for the bare minimum. Western civilisation is just eastern civilisation that moved west. Greeks did not wake up one day and said “now we are gonna create ‘Western Civilisation’ out of thin air’’. In truth there is just human civilisation and nothing more. The western civilisation is a concept Western Europeans came up with to distance themselves from people they considered inferior, who however had developed advanced civilisations far earlier than those westerners’ ancestors. You see?

So I’d rather be excluded from this western concept rather than be included so that they can claim that stuff they once fiercely hated and trash-talked is now theirs too.

As for telling them, “yes they were Romans, no they weren’t part of your history, do not appropriate” as if they are going to heed us Anon. A person who does not want to understand is simply not going to understand, especially when the issue is objectively perplexing. The woke revisionism of Greek mythology is a perfect example. They suddenly pretend they don’t understand what a mythology is so that they can shred it to pieces freely.

That’s how I feel about this, IDK, I might be wrong and I might have not explained this as eloquently as I would like to but this is something that bothers me so much. The harsh truth is that you can’t get it the right way. Either they will just appropriate Ancient Greeks (i.e it’s a common thing said among N.Europeans that they are closer to Ancient Greeks than Modern Greeks are, a German academic professor told that to my dumbfounded friend) or they will appropriate everything. So I am thinking, better just the ancients than freaking everything. I don’t know.

#cultural appropriation #west vs east #opinion #history #Greek history #Byzantine history #east Roman history #anon #mail

[just-eyris-things]

personally I'm DYING to read gw2 my immortal

Im having it peer-reviewed on saturday night and then I still need to get some thumbs up from some people about certain parts of the fic so when I get an "all clear" i will probably put it here or on my AO3 or both and then I will spectacularly die from shame that something like that came from me.

For now, all I can do is give you chapter one of what I call "Your Mortal", it's below the cut and my dignity is 5 metres in the ground-

Chapter 1

AN: thanks to my guildiezzzz for introducing me to my immortal and inspirigng me to write this. Special thankz to my beta reader [redacted] from tumblr and [redacted] from discord for sending me link to complete reading of my immortal

Hi my name is Ivory Light’ness Rememberance Swan Path and I have midbac long ivory hair (that’s how I got my name) with pink streaks and my eyes are blue like Gornag’s corruption. I am a werewolf but not ugly like a nornwolf but a cute one. I’m also a smart girl and I go to Queensdale Academy in Kryta and I will graduate soon - I’m nineteen. Im a prep and I am also a furry if you didn’t know - I am a werewolf with a cute ivory tail and I like Rytlock Brimstone, but that’s a secret so keep it to yourself you fucking goth trash :) Today I put on a white-ish green shirt with pink and orange flowers with puffed up sleeves at the bottom, white-ish green thigh highs and a pink skirt that is way too short for a decent lady from a good household such as myself, but I was on a mission - a mission to steal hearts. With pink lipstick on, i walked across the courtyard of the academy. I saw that shitty goth logan thaceray stare at me so i seductively flipped my hair at him. You can watch but you can’t touch. Also, logan was known for dating queen jennah, the founder of the academy, so i dont know why he was checking me out. Dirty homewrecker will be smitten by gods one day, for that I pray! I continued walking.

“Hey Ivory!” i heard and looked over my shoulder. I couldnt believe. It was… canach!!!!

“Oh, hello Canoch” i said and in2uired “how are you on this lovely day”

Canach is a hot goth-turned prep. I am so happy for him. Even a sinner like canak can be saved by the six. Yes, he is bald, but i dont mind thay/t. For me he will wear a wig. Some pink sylvari was shaved recently so there will be plenty of leaves for a wig for canach. 

“I’m blessed by the six and my beloved mother,” he smiled at me like a gentleman he was. I blushed.

#anonymous

[teribst]

Should I Tell Him

Should I Tell Him

A STORY BY MIKE

My name is Teri and I’m a 5 foot 4 inch 38 yr old strawberry blond with blue eyes and a full chest. I have great legs and I've been told a nice ass. I have also been married to my guy KC for 11 years with a 9yr old girl and a 10yr old boy.

KC is 6 feet tall and well built with a shaved head green eyes and is well endowed if you know what I mean. And as far as I know, he has been faithful to me and I had never cheated on him… but then that’s the story, isn’t it?

KC has worked for the same outfit for 8 years and has moved up in the company nicely. He had only been there for a few months when he came up with something that made them a shit load of money and from then to now hasn’t looked back.

~

KC boss Todd has always been a flirt and I guess I have sort of encouraged it but I thought it was not much more than just flirting. Once in a while if he was a little buzzed he could get a little feely but nothing too out of hand, so I just let it go never saying anything to KC. We had been to the lake a few times taking them out on our boat and had even taken a couple of weekend trips to Houston or Dallas to watch baseball. I really like Todd's wife Kendra and have had a good time with them every time we have done something or gone someplace with them.

Kendra and I had gone shopping and done lunch a few times and on such a fun day I was trying on a summer dress that I thought was a little too short. I had stepped out of the dressing room and she smiled “Yes I’d say it’s too short.” Her eyes came up to mine “Do you not wear knickers?” Came out in her sweet British accent.

I laughed “God that is short.” Still chuckling, I looked at her “Nope no panties for this girl.” I shrugged “Once when I was little, well not so little I was 13, I was going some places with my folks and they would not stop. I had to pee and when I couldn’t hold it any longer and had just stepped out of the car when I just let go. Mom was so mad she couldn't see. “Just take your panties off and toss them in that trash can.” I smiled at the memory  “I liked the feel of it and haven't worn any since.” I felt my cheeks grow hot. “KC loves it.”

Kendra laughed “I bet he does! Maybe I’ll try it.”

~

A few weeks went by and we were invited to Todd and Kendra for dinner and drinks. Some clients were in town so it was a real dog and pony show. It was well after dinner and with the drinks flowing KC went to pee. That's when Todd slipped up next to me,

“Is it true?’

“Probably.” I smiled “But I guess I should know what it is that's true.” 

He grinned “Kendra told me as she put it “You don’t wear knickers.” Is it?”

I blushed as I smiled at him “She told you the truth.” I gave him a sideways look, then looked at her standing at the bar with KC “She told me she was going to try going commando too. Has she?”

He smiled standing up “Yes and I thank you for that.” He tilted his head to one side “Tell me this, do you dampen easily?”

“Why Todd Anderson! What a question! Shoo, shoo away, away with you!” I waved my hand at him “Go find your wife.”

I  was not driving and had probably had at least 2 too many glasses of wine by the time we were leaving. At the door, as KC hugged and kissed Kindra on the cheek saying good night Todd stepped to me. His lips just brushed mine as his hand went to my butt when we embraced. He got a really good feel of it before I stepped back smiling “To answer your question yes I do and I am.”

~

A week or so later I got a text from KC

“Can you meet us for lunch at Kerbey Lane?”

“Yes, what time.” I text back.

“Kendra will be there about 11:30.”

“Alright I’ll love seeing you there my Mr”

“; )

~

I was there when Kendra pulled up. We went in putting our name on the list and sat talking about some new curtains she was putting in her kitchen. We had only been there a few minutes when KC and Todd came in and we were taken to our table and seated right after that. It was a picnic-style table and when we sat KC sat next to Kendra and Todd was next to me. We ordered our drinks and then our food and the waiter was just walking away when I felt his fingers pulling my already short loose skirt up. I said something stupid and punched him in the arm. The fingers went away, but the dress stayed pulled up. Then the food came and as we ate Todd's hand again found my thigh moving slowly up and down for a moment then it was gone. I knew damn good and well I should have pushed his hand away and wasn’t too sure why I didn’t.

As we left Todd stepped to me for his goodbye hug whispering “Did that work?”

I stepped back hugging Kendra. “Call me, I want to see your curtains.” I turned to kiss KC “I love you, babe.” I looked at Todd. “Yes it did.” I waved “See you.” and walked to my truck.

~

At the Christmas dinner and dance, it was a slow song playing when Todd came from across the room holding out his hand “May I madam?”

“God you're a goof.” I smiled as I took his hand.

He held me very tightly as he guided us to the center of the dance floor “Getting my arms around you is all I could think of for days.” his hands moved over my back and as he turned me away from the crowd it moved down over my bottom. He gave it a good squeeze then his hand came back up.

 “God you are a bad man.” I felt myself blush “Do you go around feeling all of your workers or friends' wives' asses?” I ground my pelvis into him just a little and felt he was growing.  

“No, just one.” He looked around and found Kendra talking to KC “I have been married to the woman of my dreams for a very long time and had no interest in others until you came along.” He looked back at me, “I like that I can make you wet.”

I sort of frowned, well you do and you're the only man to touch me but KC in a lot of years.” The song ended and it was the last time we had a chance to talk that night.

~

It was New Year's Eve and the place was packed, I mean jam-packed. The band was playing something and I smiled not hearing what Kendra said as she pulled KC out to dance. Todd was instantly behind me his arms going around my waist as we were shoved even tighter together by the sea of people.

I felt his hand behind me as the back of my just above mid-thigh length silky skirt came up. There was more movement. “Bend just a little.” I did and suddenly he was in me and it was like fire ran through my pussy as I came “OH GOD!” no one heard or noticed it as he moved thrusting in me, and it made me cum again! “TODD!”

I felt him push stabbing himself into me then the heat of it as rope after rope of his white-hot seed splashed up into me “I gasped “Aaaaaaa” As I came again from the wet heat of it. He held me tightly to him, his lips by my ear “I have wanted you for so long.” He grew soft and slipped out, stepping back letting my skirt fall back into place. He kissed the back of my neck and stepped away as the song ended. It had taken less than 3 minutes for our zipperless fuck and we were both smiling as our spouses worked their way back to us.

KC got the first kiss of the new year then Todd stepped to me. I could taste Kendra on his lips as we kissed holding each other tightly for just a moment.

~

Once home the realization that I’m not on the pill hit me like a ton of bricks and I tried to fuck KC through the bed letting him have me twice before sleep took us as we lay in each other's arms.

~

The next day about 11 my cell buzzed. It was Todd.

“Are you alright?”

“I was wondering if I would hear from you today. Yes, I’m fine, and you?’

“Guilty as hell but ok.”

“Good, then we both feel guilty about it. Todd you know that can’t happen again.”

“Was it that bad?”

“No, you dope. You had to know I came 3 times, but I can’t do that to KC or Kendra.”

“Alright...Maybe next New Year's Eve?”

“Maybe ; )”

~

It’s just after dinner on Thanksgiving November 25 and Kendra sat holding one of my 3-month-old baby girls I’d had twins. I looked at Todd while I nursed one while Kindra grinned the other…She looked at me smiling “They are so beautiful.”

[offscreendeath]

I watched Valerian last night. I appreciated how very ambitious it seemed, but ultimately the performances fell very short. My take is that a lot of filmmakers have tried to do what Fifth Element did as far as crafting an expansive and detailed world filled with unique designs for its characters and sets, which it absolutely did, but failed to create compelling characters who we follow throughout it. Jupiter Ascending which premiered two years after it did this much better, although I have similar critiques.

Dane DeHaan and Clara Delevingne and were not the worst actors I’ve ever seen, but they seemed too stiff and stoic to come off as endearing or relatable, even while they were joking. I didn’t feel much chemistry between them, and neither of them seemed to have meaningful character arcs to speak of.

I wish the writers took the mystery element of the plot even further. An action/adventure whodunit” type of story set in space would’ve been really cool. I found it difficult to accept Valerian as this super deadly space soldier and it wasn’t just because he doesn’t look physically intimidating. I got the impression that it was his ability to come up with a plan on short notice that was his real strength, but that wasn’t highlighted enough to be very memorable. Laureline straight up did not sell the badass and intelligent role very well.

Worse than them though, was Herbie Hancock, who didn’t have much time on screen, but his performance definitely revealed a lack of training and commitment to the role — no shade, I love his music, but he was not impressive. I was initially excited to see his name in the opening credits (and the opening scene was one of the best imo,) but after watching felt like it was mostly a ploy to draw attention.

I felt similarly about Rihanna’s performance. When she wasn’t giving awkward one-liner jokes, there just didn’t seem to be very much passion in her delivery of the lines. It doesn’t help that she was a cgi blue flubber squid alien for a good half of her appearance or dying in of the most egregious “we can’t afford to pay you/use all this cgi/create plot holes so we’re gonna have to kill you off” scenes I’ve ever witnessed.

That said, there were lots of things I found fun about this — the creative and fun moments with action set pieces, (like the chase following the market heist) practical effects, cool characters design (the three pigeon snitches, the albino twink beach aliens) and costumes (a circuit board design on a military uniform,) an unconventional story about war crimes being covered up…all things that could’ve been enhanced by just a bit more effort in terms of acting and storytelling.

There are moments where I was a bit confused about the tone of the movie. Was this a comedy? Is it for children? Am I supposed to be sad about this character’s death scene when what led up to it was a visual pun about stinky trash? I have my own issues with Marvel films, but at their very best they can manage to balance humor and tense/depressing moments pretty well. I got the impression that there was this rush to establish certain things narratively, and as a consequence, certain other parts (the best parts,) weren’t given much breathing room.

After watching Jupiter Ascending I felt pretty hungry for more exciting space epics with immersive, elaborate worlds. After also watching Avatar 2: The Way of Water just a few days earlier, unfortunately I’m still searching. JA wasn’t perfect, but had less obvious flaws than either, helped greatly by some legitimately decent performances. Avatar made me feel sorta motion sick after a while, even though it also had a few interesting plot elements and thrilling sequences.

I was expecting more, and I’m not sure why. I remembered watching the trailer years ago when it first released, and recalled feeling like “oh yes this is what the streets been waiting on!” and quickly forgetting about it not very long afterwards. The 2010-2019 period of Hollywood was very strange. I liked the direction this was heading and since it didn’t do well I’m wondering if it’s failure signaled a departure from movies like this and into the direction we’re headed now. It being the most expensive independent film kinda blows my mind—but only because it makes the end result all the more disappointing.

I don’t regret my watch, however. I think there were plenty of good decisions that were made, but unfortunately casting wasn’t one of them.

4.6/10

#valerian #valerian and the city of a thousand planets #review #text post #film blog #film review

[totallynotsweetheartsbelloved]

Traveler-chan

Totally not based on some of jenitsu’s stories

A/N this is my first time writing a fanfic on here sorry if it sucks, If I missed any warnings and sorry that it is cut short, i might make a part 2

Zenitsu x Fem! y/n 

 Warnings: death,demons (obviously),nickname angel (used once)

You were running to find help from a member of the demon slayer corps, you needed them to kill a demon that had killed almost everyone in your village, everytime the men would go out and try to fight it, they were killed and eaten almost instantly. They were lucky if they tried fighting it and lasted more than a minute. You obviously couldn’t fight it! You were a girl, girls don't fight. Or so I've been told. You were lost in thought when all of a sudden you feel yourself crash against something causing you to hit the floor. “GAAAAH! I’M SO SORRY!” you look up to see a blond boy who looked like he was around the same age as you. “Zenitsu! You have to be more careful." Said the red-headed boy beside him, he was quick to turn his focus towards you, who was still on the floor. The boy extended a hand. “I am very sorry about him Miss…” he went silent it took you a moment to process that he wanted to know your name “huh? OH! Y/N! MY NAME IS..” you calmed yourself down before finishing your sentence “my name is y/n l/n. How about you two?” you ask, hoping that the awkwardness will clear off. “HEY! WHY DIDN’T YOU NOTICE ME!” shouted a voice from behind you. You yelp. “MY NAME IS INOSUKE HASHIBIRA AND I'M KING OF THE MOUNTAINS!” yelled the… boy? Boar? You couldn't tell what he was. “My name is tanjiro kamado! And this is zenitsu agatsuma! It is nice to meet you miss l/n” said the red-headed boy with a bright smile on his face. “So.. Tanjiro, Zenitsu, and Inosuke?” you ask with your sweetest face. “That's us! Also, can I ask do you have a husband?” asks Zenitsu with puppy dog eyes. “Um… no I don’t.” you say, frowning. “W…WELL I CAN BE YOUR HUSBAND!” zenitsu blurted out. You felt a heat swell up in your cheeks. Is he really trying to get me to Marry him? Haven't we literally just met? At this point in my life I would happily marry a trash can as long as I got married, so why decline this charming boys offer? “Ok, if you really mean it.” Zenitsu’s face goes pale for, he can’t believe you said yes. Didnt you only just meet him? He doesn’t care. Why would he when he now has a super cute fiance! Meanwhile Inosuke and Tanjiro are both in a state of shock at the fact you said yes. “What is your job Miss l/n?” asked tanjiro trying to change the subject. “You dont need to be so formal tanjiro! Just call me y/n” you said giggling “but to answer your question, i am a traveler.” i am just waiting to hear them say ‘but thats a man’s job!’ “We could call her traveler. “Her name is too hard to pronounce! So we can just call her traveler” Said inosuke. Seeming rather proud of himself “are you ok with that y/n?” asked tanjiro with that same sun-kissed smile he gave you when you first encountered eachother. “Ok. you can call me traveler.” Zenitsu leaped onto you, holding you close "Y/N!!!! MY ANGEL!!” squealed zenitsu. You told the boys about your situation, you led them to your village, they slayed the demon and helped everyone that was injured.

#zenitsu agatsuma #tanjiro x reader #zenitsu x reader #demon slayer

[this-is-ally-and-im-confused]

Carter hart- Proposing

Carter’s pov:

Nerves.

I haven’t felt nerves like this since my first time stepping on NHL ice. My hands were shaking. But my hands never shake?! I knew why…I was finally going to ask the girl of my dreams the big question. Proposing had taken a while. First, I had to go to her mother and father to ask for their permission. Her parents instantly said yes. Her father took me outside to give firm words about how best to support his daughter.

Then I took my girl’s mother ring shopping. I don’t think I looked at a single price tag I only looked for the ring that spoke her name.

After that, I had to plan how the hell I’m going to ask this. I didn’t wanna go cheesy with it, but I still wanted to make it a night to remember. With a few encouraging words from a few already married buddies I finally set up my date.

So here I am waiting. My hands are shaking, and I’m fumbling over words. She doesn’t get home for another hour but when she does quickly I will have to tell her to change. Then we’re headed for a rooftop dinner at a five-star restaurant. I think she knew about my plans for tonight. Or at least I think she has had suspicions.

It didn’t take long for my rambling to eat up the hour I was waiting. Eventually, the beautiful girl’s frame slipped through the doorway and into the house.

“Hey babe, are we still going out?” Her angelic voice asked.

I nodded and shuffled towards the bedroom to finish getting my things sorted. She walked behind me towards the bathroom. I only paused for a second to lean down and touch my lips to her soft ones.

In less then twenty minutes, she was ready to go. The sun was just setting and the crisp air cause shivers as we walked out to the car. I opened her door for her like I always do, and she quickly settled in. It was a short but nice drive to the restaurant. The car parked and we made our way all the way up to the roof. I look over to see her eyes giant like saucers. The shimmering lights that were hung on the rooftop gleam down and onto her irises.

“Carter, this is so nice.”

“Anything for you.”

We ordered. I told her to get anything she wanted. After all, she deserves it. My hands are sweating through the entire dinner. I’m so nervous I feel like a thousand butterflies are fist-fighting inside my stomach. All of a sudden, the waiter that was serving us came out with a bottle of champagne the way I requested earlier. I took it as my sign.

Subtly, as y/n was still talking, I got out of my chair, onto one knee, and pull the small velvet box out of my inside suit pocket. At this point in time, my soon to be fiancée finally notices what’s happening. I made eye-contact with Joel who was hidden all the way across the rooftop and saw he was recording. I nodded and began my speech.

“Y/n, you’ve been in my life for well over three years. You’ve truly made it always sunny in Philadelphia. You brought me joy and you made my house that was empty a home. I knew I was lucky when I found a girl that was willing to match their ties to my suit or put up with my inability to clean up my trash. Don’t worry I’m still working on that. Your family has brought me in like one of their own and my family probably prefers you over me. It’s amazing the mark you’ve made in my life. And it’s not very often that I open up fully. Especially to girls. But you’re not just a girl, you are my woman. Every day I want to support you and I want to do that for the rest of my life. So will you please do me the honor of being my wife?”

Y/n looks shocked. Tears are flossing down her cheeks and for just a moment I’m scared she’ll say no. But suddenly a pair of arms comes crashing down around me.

“Yes! Yes, of course.” Her petite voice fills my ears.

It was perfect. And I can’t wait to make her a future Hart.

#send in requests #send anything #ally loves hockey #ally is bored #ally’s goalie appreciation night #carter hart x reader

[one-strugling-bean]

Random Thoughts on HTTYD RttE S5 (Ep8-13)

Ep8&9 - And we start with Hiccup suffering. Always a good way to start, I say

Jk, I'm not serious, poor leader boy

Aw, everyone's moods are down :'(

Awwww, Mala, Throk you're awesome!! This is super sweet of you!

Also, is it just me, or has Mala's armour-thing been getting more and more damaged as the episodes go on, and she just hasn't fixed it? It's all battered and scratched now

Viggo and his little creepy crush on Hiccup is starting to worry me

Omg, Mala's island! They just wrecked Ninja island

Ew Spitelout

Why was Gustav walking on all four?

Drago????! Whaaaaa- I did not expect for there to be mentions of Drago here

And Hoody is an ex-pal of his? Well, it explains his methods at least

"-And Spitelout's not what we need right now" or ever, really. But well said Astrid!

Like, I understand where Hiccup's dillema is coming from, but it feels dumb and forced when they have hurt dragons before. Never have they killed dragons, sure, but they certainly have attacked some, usually in self-defense or to save a fellow rider, but sometimes it's simply for the benefit of another dragon who the Riders are closer to - right now the only moment I can name where that happens is that ep with the Fire Worm Queen; they attacked another dragon and chased him away from her nest, despite the fact that this other dragon was just doing what they needed to survive as well. Hiccup and the gang still attacked him and drove him away. So, where's the difference here?

There are a lot of them, I know, but I don't think any of them can completely justify Hiccup's inner conflict right now

Hiccup!! Don't separate, that's not going to end well

Not this "man" again!

I guess Snotlout isn't the only one in the family who likes to name things

I really hate how much of an amazing voice actor David Tennant is - and by hate I mean love, I just hate Spitelout gets to have his voice, he doesn't deserve the beautiful accent :')

Dunno what plan Hiccup could've possibly come up with, but I'll happily wait to see it

Also, props for Toothless for holding his own against the Singetails so well

Throk is a super human apparently, that's fine

Good for the Singetails, they're free again

Sooo, now it's Dragon Eye vs Dragon Eye, let's see how it goes

I gotta agree with Snotlout, that Throk situation is really weird

Ep10 - So the Edge is under renovations, Tuff still knows Spanish,and Garff is trying to kill everyone - yeah, sounds about right

"See ya! Wouldn't wanna be ya! [...] -st least that's how my dad says goodbye to me." Spitelout is such an asshole

Those are some pretty snakes! Or Slytherwings, apparently

Before I continue watching I'm just gonna predict one of the riders is getting poisoned. And my guess is Astrid because it's always poor Astrid who gets this stuff

Okay, Stormfly was the one hit - Astrid still takes emotional damage by proxy, so I wasn't that far

Nice seeing Fishlegs calm Astrid down - those two have a really sweet friendship

I honestly think Fishlegs was the one drawing the short straw this time - he's stuck with the twins and has to extract the venom

"We get icecream?!" Pff, he looked so pure and cute there, poor kid

The serious-ish conversations Hiccup and Snotlout have sometimes are so nice - they always leave me with a happy feeling. Also, Hookfang and Snotlout love, yes please

Fishlegs dealing with the twins is really funny

Ruff, Tuff, now is not the moment

Wow, true, Astrid is a pretty good artist - also, that was really sweet of her

Wait, all dragons can evolute and develop new moves?? That's so cool, and pokemon-ish of them

Ep11 - Am I seeing things again, or do the twins have a skeletal human hand in their trash?

Astrid, knock him out

Awww, Ruff that was super sweet. Neither is ever going anywhere without the other and that's final - not even a marriage proposal exactly Ruffnut's style would move her

To be fair though, she didn't look all that heartbroken

Tuff is faking his own death?? Omg, what is going on

Also, Tuffnut is the baby brother. Random information but good to know

"And should I die, at least then my brother and I will be reunited." That was one heck of a deep and bittersweet statement, and you know what? Best part is that I'm sure she means every single word of it

"I call this Barren Soul Wrapped In Nothingness. It was between that and My Lousy Childhood." Goddamnit Snotlout, stop being funny

Ruffnut deserves a good rest after this episode: first she's proposed, then her twin brother dies, then her supposed groom is threatened by a hord of invisible angry dragons, then her brother's ghost comes to haunt her, then she finds out he's no ghost but was actually her brother, who faked his death for her happiness. It's a full day

The Changewings are kinda pretty

This was a sweet ending - I know I keep saying this, but it's always so much fun to see the twins being just a tad more serious than usual, especially since they're moments that don't last long

Ep12- Hey Heather, Dagur! It sure has been a while

Dagur pulled a sneaky-sneaky on Heather - she's not gonna be happy about it

Is Chicken pregnant? Or she found a lover? Also, Snotlout: the narrator we didn't know we needed

Ouch, Dagur. I thought you guys were buddies too

Astrid's on babysitting duty again

And we're back to Vanaheim, nice

I gotta say it or I won't be satisfied: I'll never forgive Dagur, nor the show as a whole, for forgetting about Shattermaster's existence. He deserved the world and more

I could argue this endlessly but I'll stop here or I won't be able to continue watching the ep

Fishlegs is so enthusiastic, I love him

Omg, Snotlout is indeed playing the narrator, that's great

Is the gigantic dragon skeleton supposed to belong to an Alpha dragon? You know, the big white ones that appear in httyd2? They were gigantic and I think had similar horns - the movie lore that keeps getting fed to this show :'>

Those small, purple dragons remind of the Obsidian and Nether Rock blocks from Minecraft

You know those "out of context" compilations in youtube? That whole scene with Chicken on the cliff would be perfect for one

I have a bad feeling Oswald might already be dead... Either way, I feel for Dagur, man hasn't seen his father for decades I'm guessing, no wonder he's nervous

Yeah he's dead, sad sad

Gotta say Hiccup, that wasn't one of your best comforting moments, but Dagur seemed to appreciate it, so I guess it's okay

Yeah, Chicken found a lover and kids

This whole situation weirdly reminds of portuguese and brazilian soap operas, except it's with a chicken and a guy

I appreciate the lengths to which Snotlout is taking this narrator thing

"I know!" Ahhh, Fishlegs was so cute, he was so proud of himself! As he should be, btw

Something tells me Heather is not gonna happy that Dagur found their dad's body without her

Or not, because she'll be too busy in a wild goose chase caused by Johann and his freaking rumors

Ep13- We're continuing the chicken plotline, that's nice

Hookfang's rider is an idiot

The sunburn marks caused by Snotlout's wrists and arm bracelets are a pretty realiatic detail and I appreciate it

Does Johann know this is trap? He seems even more skittish than usual

Now, are Snotlout and Hookfang gonna be able to help? Or nah? That's the real question here

Is it just me, or is Snotlout even more pissy and sarcastic today? He's been making quips ever since the episode started

Dragon riders that aren't Hiccup or Astrid being competent and making good calls will never not be satisfying

I gotta say though, I call bullshit on the whole "Hookfang can't carry more than 3 people for long" thing. Toothless, who's like, a third of Hookfang, is able to carry 2 people super easily - one of them being Stoick, who is one of the biggest humans in the HTTYD franchise. Barf&Belch, a bit thinner and smaller than Hookfang, are able to carry the twins all the time for whatever period they need. And yet you wanna tell me that Hookfang, who's bigger than both, can't carry Snotlout, Heather and a man who probably weights as much as a couple of Terrors? Hmmmm

And it's not like he's been flying for long either, and he got to rest his wings while Snotlout shopped

Poor Dagur, the guy got his sister back like, 1 year ago? And he's already risking losing her again, and the last time he saw her he stole from her, no wonder he's like this

Oh, fuck that man, seriously. Of course he just freaking tipped the cage to the ocean when leaving. Besides downright cruel, it's just a douchy move

"And how did they know about it?" Astrid, making the right questions

Speaking of Astrid, when did she get here??

Snotlout being competent, my beloved

Wow, Hiccup really just sent the lens right over his head. That's such a dangerous and provocative move. Hiccup really loves to rile up, and mess, and sass with his enemies and it's the best

Geez, thanks Johann >¦T

So, Snotlout and the twins invented popcorn in this world? How weirdly fitting

Astrid's voice is so soothing sometimes, it's really nice to hear

...

What

The

Actual

Absolute

Complete

Fuck.

Uhm, JOHANN!???

Omg, what the hell, I was not expecting this

This could've not have been planned from the start, could it? Isn't Johann already from RoB? Since when was this set up? Have there been previous allusions to his true self and I've just been too blind notice? Man I am so lost right now

In the beggining of this ep I did think he had/was going to betray Heather and the gang, but more in a Peter Petigrew-y sort of way, you know? Too afraid of the consequences dared he not aid that darling duo of Hiccup obssessed lunatics to stay loyal to the riders

Not like this!!!

Not revealing himself, his true self, from the darkness like a freaking comic book villain, voice changed to a much deeper tone, talking to Biatch and Hoody as if they were his protegees, about hating Stoick and that he's been a fraude all these years! What the hell.....

I am very much confused and looking forward to the last season now, thanks Johann.

Uhm, yeah, I guess we're closing things here for now

I don't wanna finish the show though.... After that it'll be RoB, the specials, and then.... I dunno, no more Dragon Riders for me, I guess Q^Q

Welp, that can't be helped, byebye for now lovely person who reading this

Have a good day :>

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