☁︎ What The Angels *ੈ✩ Will Sing For The Man Who Enters Me For The First Time (ʃƪ˶˘ ﻬ ˘˶)

❥ｇｅｔｔｉｎｇ ｌａｔｅ

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴: 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘪

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙣𝙨𝙛𝙬, 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩, 𝙩𝙤𝙭𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙣𝙩

𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙤 & 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙧 𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙮-𝙤𝙣𝙚

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you looked up with curiosity and interest. It was currently 1:30 am and the moon seemed to dance throughout your room in the attic. It was pleasant and it was beautiful. Almost to the likes of the man whom stood in front of you.

his beauty was of a thousand moons and you were just a star lucky enough to share the same galaxy. You wanted to explore all that he was; caress every individual blemish and scar that every dared to deface such a beautiful canvas. You were like an artist and he was your Dorian Gray. And when he looked at you, your heart screamed. It screamed for his love, for his touch.

instead his scarred hands would then travel down to undo his belt as you continued to marvel from your spot on the queen bed. Slowly your hands would go up to take off his black turtleneck, fingertips caressing the muscle that toned his abdomen. Once his shirt was fully off, you would gaze upon his upper body. Your hand would unconsciously go to touch the new scar that was still purple on his left side. It was beautiful. You shifted as you went up to plant a kiss on it as he exhaled forcefully.

you loved every part of him. Every part that touched you, every part that complimented you, every part that loved you even if he had a funny way of loving you. But your hips had missed his and thus he moved to take your skinny jeans off. Hands fumbling with the tightest of the material around your plump skin. You smiled softly at how he handled you.

eventually you both were unclothed in the dark room, the only light trickling in lightly to reveal he had moved from the side to the end of the bed. He would lift you and put you down in the middle of the bed. The moon seemed to agree with you as it had reflected in just right onto his face and chest. You gazed in awe.

your heart seemed to palpitate as he wrapped his palms around ankles, his eyes concealed by his crimson & ivory locks. He started off slow, first trailing up your legs, laying various kisses. Once he had reached your inner thigh he stopped which scared you.

opening your eyes you looked down immediately meeting his gaze. He stared at you in silence, it was the first time he had made eye contact with you since he walked in your apartment door.

“watch.” So you watched as he licked his two fingers before pushing them into your warmth. You whined, hips pushing into his hand as he pumped once only for him to stop again. His eyebrow quirked upwards with confusion. You quickly flickered your eyes back downwards.

his tongue would then emerge into the arena. His lips planting kissing all throughout yours. You moaned his name, hand going up to grip his hair as he quickened his pumps.

closing in on your climax, your legs wrapped around his body. “Sho,” You whimpered.

“i know, my love.” He pulled his hand out only to replace it with it with his member, whispering into your ear. He lacked his previous temperament though cause he proceed to pump into you with such velocity that the bed cracked.

you moaned into his shoulder, hands scratching his back in ecstasy. He never touched you like this. Held you like you would be gone, kissed you with a softness, loved you like you mattered. Despite this, you loved him.

“shoto!” You exclaimed as his lips took residence on your nipple. His tongue could work magic you swore.

his hips continued their assault in and out of your walls which some how could take all 7.8 of his inches. With how little he fucked you, you were surprised you could still take him at all. But with every fuck he stretched you out further and looking down you could swear your stomach was being pushed upwards.

you cried with his each of his pumps into you. It wasn’t enough. You wished to feel him everywhere, in all that you were. You cried with every squeeze of his hands on your skin. You prayed his heart wouldn’t forget the warmth you provided with your tears.

“fuck.” He muttered as his hips jittered into yours, leaving future bruises in their wake. His hand came up to rest on your throat as he finished inside you, cum painting your walls white. You thanked him because to be touched by him was to be seen & loved by all that mattered.

you were no longer bound by all that defined you, you loved.

THT Is a Love Story

(Yeah I said it. And I'll tell you why.)

In the very bittersweet context of being in the middle of the final season, and with the knowledge of all the press notes/directional spoilers out there ramping up to the finale, I’ve been thinking a lot about The Handmaid’s Tale as a a whole. What it’s about, at its core, and what would accordingly make for a truly satisfying ending. Margaret Atwood’s novel, of course, has presented a disturbing and brilliantly crafted political commentary and cautionary tale since its debut in 1985: the bleak but ultimately hopeful story of an ordinary woman’s survival trapped in a cold and cruel extremist regime where human rights (and particularly women's rights) are a thing of the past, made possible by environmental ruin and the everyday apathy of ordinary people. The show is that too, of course. It’s also at it's core a story of loss, perseverance and ultimately revolution. But moreover what weaves all the themes together in a truly compelling way: I think at essentially the very heart (fittingly), it is a love story. Not just in the most obvious romantic sense, but on so many broader levels. It’s a love story of parents and children, of family (born and chosen), of human connection. It’s a love letter to the perseverance of the human spirit, the ability of the heart to expand and evolve, the triumph of light over dark in the soul and in the world at large. And dancing at the center of it from the very start (and enduring against incredible odds) has been Nick & June: yes, the very epitome of epic, passionate romance with a capital “R”, but also on a deeper level, the symbolic and tangible embodiment of all of the above.

I’ve also been reflecting a bit on some of the things the show’s writers and producers have been saying about the ending and the last season in general, like how it has been “crafted with viewers in mind more than ever” and focused on “delivering a rewarding conclusion for the audience.” They’ve also hinted at a purposeful harkening back to the very first season and touching on all the seasons in between. All of this would have me believe they are paying close attention to staying consistent with the repeated motifs of the show, and striving for satisfying, full circle cohesiveness AND catharsis in the end. With this in mind, I wanted to go back and explore how the ever-present and echoing theme of love is depicted through the words of the characters themselves. Namely here, a trio of major power players since the beginning: June, Nick, and (in the opposing corner) one Mr. Fred Waterford.

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June:

"What else is there to live for?"… "Love." - 1x05 "It’s lack of love we die from." - 3x05 "Nichole, she was born out of love. Her father’s a driver named Nick… he helped me to survive." - 3x05 "It’s too dangerous” "No it isn’t… at least someone will remember me… at least someone will care when I’m gone. That’s something." - 1x08

June believes in love. This is made clear from the very beginning and is one of the core tenets of her character. It’s not a “nice to have” and it’s not something she’s able to separate from herself, even in Gilead, a place where love is essentially forbidden, where it should feel impossible. It is framed by her as essential to life itself, like water or oxygen. It’s what she credits her very survival to. Moreover, she believes that love is worth dying for, it’s that vital to her. If June stops fighting for love, stops believing in the power of or perhaps even the very existence of love, who is she then? How depressing and devoid of hope would that ending be? Sure, the June we bid farewell to at the end of 6x10 will inevitably not be exactly the same June we met in 1x01, but given the consistent through narrative, we should expect this core value of hers to remain steady, if not indeed grow in conviction.

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Nick:

" Love is patient, love is kind... Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It bears all things, believes all things, endures all things. Love never fails." - 2x05

It’s fitting that it’s Nick who reads this passage in the show because perhaps more than any other character, Nick’s love throughout has been the very epitome of the verse. We’ve seen his actions play it out literally line by line. Nick knows his Bible verses. He picked this one for a reason, his (barely) coded Hail Mary message to June: I’m still here, this isn’t over, please don’t give up on us. Nick believes the words he reads to her, believes them to his very soul, and he continues to show it in his efforts season after season, demonstrating the constant and undying nature of his devotion. It’s notable that in fact, the full 13:8 verse reads "Love never fails, but where there are prophecies they will cease, where there are tongues they will be stilled, where there is knowledge it will pass away," emphasizing love as the one true thing that remains.

"I’m trying to keep you alive. You and our baby" - 2x02 “I’m trying to keep you alive" - 4x02 "I just want her to stay alive"- 4x03 "She changed you, she changed me" - 4x03

It’s Nick's love for June (and Nichole) that drives him more than anything else, and we see the real, tangible reverberations throughout the story. June and Nichole are safe, alive and free (at least in part) because of his love. Nick is changed because of this same love. And June’s love saves him from a life lacking in meaning, purpose and true connection. If Nick fully turns to "the dark side", if he becomes somehow irredeemable (particularly in June's eyes), it would negate in the cruelest and most nonsensical way all of this, and in one fell swoop rip to shreds the hopeful rainbow of his cumulative character arc.

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Fred:

"Love isn’t real. it was never anything but lust with a good marketing campaign" - 1x05 “Every love story is a tragedy if you wait long enough." - 1x05

Fred on the other hand, scorns the idea of love. His cynical, contemptuous views are presented as the antithesis to June's quite early on. In rose-glass tinted flashbacks of early life with Serena, we see glimpses that this may not have always been the case, but what was once their love story has indeed turned to tragedy: corrupted into a bitter, twisted thing under the weight of the monster they created together. In the present, he does not believe in love and the selfish callousness of his actions (in stark contrast to Nick) clearly shows it, over and over again. To Fred, 1 Corinthians 13 is just a silly meaningless little verse (of no more consequence than the vapid old fashion magazines he "gifts" to June) in the book that he uses, not as a guide or an inspiration, but as a weapon: a cudgel to wield for his pathological ego-driven power trips, no matter how many must suffer (including his once beloved wife), how many innocent lives it ruins or much how it blackens his soul.

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If in the final episodes Nick were to be exposed as a “true villain”  who ends up burning June (and in fact his soul) in favor of “power and prestige”, then Fred will have been proven correct all along, and we (like June) will have been stupid to ever believe in love.

- If Nick truly decides to throw away everything he's done, everything he's held close to his heart even at his own peril all these years, to remain in a dismal teeter totter of emotional pain and privilege in Gilead;

- If June refuses to forgive, to endure, to truly fight for Nick as he's fought for her;

- If they truly flame out in epic betrayal and irreparable rupture:

Then we will know love has failed. And Fred was right. Love doesn’t save, it destroys. Love doesn’t endure, because in fact it was never even real to begin with. Love isn't the ultimate reason and purpose, but a tragedy. A lie. 

That's not the story. That CAN’T BE the story. Fred doesn’t win. He was so dead wrong that he is now dead and buried for it. He eschewed love a long time ago and it warped him into a depraved, cruel shell of a human with acts so heinous under his belt that we all cheered as he was hunted down and the flesh savagely torn from his body, because he deserved it. 

No, this isn’t The Debased Delusional Small-Weak-Man Commander’s Tale. This is not the story of how Fred was right after all.

This story is love endures all things. This story is love never fails. This story is love lifts us up, love saves us and gives us the will to fight. And that (someday) a child conceived in love in this brutal place and saved by the love of her parents will unite with her long-lost but dearly loved sister to burn it to the ground.

They may want the viewers to believe that it’s possible for Nick to be irrevocably lost for the drama of it all; for the shock of the reveal, the reckoning and the emotional payoff when the ship rights itself. And I’ll keep my clown makeup handy in case I end up being astonishingly wrong, but I just can’t see how they would so blatantly, not just blow up the story, but in doing so essentially erase the very core of the story we’ve been told up til now.

(just look at them, don't you fucking dare break up this family for good!)

*screencaps/captions sourced by me*

why do i feel like shoto would overhear the word dookie then try to call you it after

like on sum “hey lil dookie” then u just burst out laughing and he’s just there like 🙁

ᴍʏ ʜᴇʀᴏ ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍɪᴀ;

deku

twenty minutes; you guys hadn’t even been going at it for that long… [nsfw]

shoto

getting late; you looked up with curiosity and interest. It was currently 1:30 am… [nsfw]

novalunosis; The room was filled ceiling to wood flooring with sweating heads and drunken movements... [sfw]

we’re not getting married; “we are not getting married!” you exclaimed… [sfw] [pt. 2]

shoto’s search history; [pt. 2]

lovestruck shoto;

headcanons;

pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3 | pt. 4 | pt. 5 | pt. 6 | pt.7 | pt.8 | pt.9 | pt .10

dabi

give me the pistol; you didn’t want to do it anymore. the goodbyes… [nsfw]

him filling you up;

headcanons;

pt.1 | pt. 2

bakugo

with god as my witness; kiri told me i should write this and i thought it’d be a good idea… [sfw]

katsuki’s confession;

headcanons;

pt. 1 | pt. 2

denki

headcanons;

pt.1 | pt.2

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ᴀᴠᴀᴛᴀʀ;

neteyam

let me go; the clan would be lying if they said you were the ideal mate for the future Olo'eyktan... [sfw]

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1917;

will schofield

wherever you are; the soft summer breeze sifted around your bare legs as you sat in your backyard... [nsfw]

CALL OF DUTY;

simon “ghost” riley

life or death, love or hate; you grimaced as the nurse finished wrapping the bandage around your arm... [nsfw]

is that the best you can do; “is that the best you can do?” simon asked… [nsfw]

headcanons;

pt.1 | pt.2

VIKINGS;

ivar the boneless

troublesome; you sat in the main hall as everyone finished celebrating… [nsfw]

REBLOG IF ITS OKAY TO TALK TO YOU.

Please.

- ,, ｌｉｆｅ ｏｒ ｄｅａｔｈ， ｌｏｖｅ ｏｒ ｈａｔｅ

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴: 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘯 “𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵” 𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘺

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙭

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you grimaced as the nurse finished wrapping the bandage around your arm. who knew such a minuscule injury would result in you having to spend the night in the nurse’s office.

rubbing your eyes with tiredness, you turned to sleep as the nurse left with a bang of the door.

“fuck.” you recognized that scruffy voice anywhere. quickly getting up to verify, you slid the curtains to your bed revealing a bandaged Ghost.

“youre fucking kidding me.” simon fucking riley the one guy you couldn’t get along with on the team.

“lovely to see ya too, sweetheart.”

“what the fuck are you doing here?”

he held his hand up, “someone knock their head too?” a mission gone wrong. you had forgotten to clear every room in the house resulting in not one but two men getting the jump on you and ghost.

“right. you gonna scold me about that too?”

“hell fucking yeah.” he scoffed. “i’ve met children better at this job than you. bloody lucky you have gotten the boot yet.”

“everyone seems to agree with you on that one.” a few moments passed between you as you both kept eye contact.

“i could give two fucks,” he began, the energy in the room seemed to shift. “you almost died and I’ll be damned if I let that happen.” you stared as he made his way over to your bed, towering over you.

“then show me you care.” your mouths immediately smashed into eachother as if you both had been waiting for this moment forever. it was almost as if a fire had started in your mind that had been waiting to be stoked.

both your clothes came off like honey, simon taking his time to kiss every bit and piece of you as if he wished to imprint it in his mind forever.

“want me to eat this pretty little cunt, yeah?” you whimpered for him, hips lifting towards his mouth. “that’s too bloody bad then.” he chuckled as he immediately slid inside you without prep.

it was like you were seeing stars - his huge length accompanied by the zero prep stunned you. it was like your body was a song and his fingers already knew all the notes. his rhythm, in up out, was something you never knew you needed but now you knew you wouldn’t be able to live without.

“fu-fuck you,”

“mm, love to.” he continued his assault as he pumped into your hips with force. you refused. you refused to show the fucker he actually was fucking you good.

“ill fuck you out, love.” he smirked, “maybe fuck some sense in ya, hah?” you weren’t gonna last.

i need moots like bad

: ̗̀➛Ｌｅｔ ｍｅ ｇｏ

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴; 𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘺𝘢𝘮, 𝘫𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘯𝘦𝘺𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘪, 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘪 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘭𝘰’𝘢𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨; 𝙬𝙖𝙧, 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩

𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙙𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙬𝙤𝙩𝙬 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙠𝙖 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙙𝙪𝙡𝙩𝙨!!

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The clan would be lying if they said you were the ideal mate for the future Olo'eyktan. You were bad-mouthed, ill-tempered and far too unpredictable even for the Na’vi. But you paid little mind to the various different words now associated with your name. You were to be mated with the future chieftain and love of your life, Neteyam.

Life had been easy with the eldest of four. His family had accepted you with open arms back before you had even fallen for him. So when you insisted on attending war parties, they were eager to have you by their sides on the battlefield.

Battles usually went one of two ways - clean and easy with little to no casualties or high risk and unforeseen consequences. It seemed this one was the latter as the party had been backed into a corner without your ikrans to provide aerial support.

At this point, there was a handful of options and the clan wasn’t too keen on falling on a consensus.

“We charge!” A younger Na’vi bellowed, bow bouncing in the air. Other voices agreeing whilst others booed.

“Splitting for the ikrans is the best idea, Jakesully.” An older Na’vi, who seemed to already have healed scars coloring his blue body, spoke calmly with the ease of a determined warrior.

“Let me think for second!” Jake exclaimed, clearly overwhelmed with the weight of the clans men’s lives on his back.

“Ma Jake, you will get us through this.” In came Neytiri, comforting the agitated male.

With the distant sounds of gunfire slowly dissipating, it gave the party space to think and contemplate your current predicament. You grew inpatient, sitting in one place knowing the enemy was just a few hundred feet away waiting, making eye contact with Neteyam who stood with his father.

Sitting on the large rock you watched as groups of men continued to converse different ways for this situation to go. As you began tapping your leg in preparation, little did they know you were cooking up your own plan.

Making eye contact with your mate for one last time - who currently eyed you with that same look he usually gives you before a brief scolding - you stood slowly backing into the forage behind you.

You ran towards where the previous gunfire only stopping when you knew you were close. You looked up at the trees to determine which one would give you the best vantage point before preparing to climb it. Sliding your bow over you chest, you steadied yourself into the ground below.

“Y/n!” A familiar voice echoed out.

Ears piqued, your eyebrows furrowed. “Nete?”

An out of breath Neteyam ran towards you, stopping in front of you to catch his breath. “I,,,” he muttered. “Trying to run out of here already?” He asked, eyes landing on yours.

“Listen.” You already knew where this was going.

“I do not wish to hear it. My father told me to fetch you. You’re coming with me.” He went to grab your arm but you pulled back, leaving him surprised as this was the part where you would usually gave in.

“No, I am staying here and you are leaving.” You whisper-yelled at the 8 foot tall male. “ I have something to do and it is important.”

“Important? You think I do not understand-“ He rolled his eyes, “I do not like seeing you act the way you do but I love you despite it. But now, I cannot sit and watch you commit such dangerous acts.”

“No, you don’t. If you understood how I felt at all about situations like this then you’d let me go.” You cut him off.

“And what about my feelings? Do they not matter?” He insisted.

“They do-“

“Then do not risk your life, yawne. For me, come back with me and let my father figure it out. “ He whispered with urgency sensing exactly how this would end.

Seconds would pass in silence as birds cawed above. You stood looking at the ground in contemplation. You took a deep breath before speaking again.

“I am sorry. This is far too important for the sake of the clan and I must do what I have to.” You felt Neteyam’s chest fall with every word that escaped your mouth.

“Y/n, please do not do this.” But you had made up your mind.

“Hayalovay, Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan.” You reach upwards, exchanging a deep kiss with your mate. He neglected to open his eyes and you departed. Perhaps to not see what would happen next as you ran ahead, leaving him alone once again.

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(meant to be a blurb but guess who got carried away)

shoto the type to wait till sum1 leave the room to start running his mouth about their outfit

dad! shoto the type to sleep with the kids at any minor argument just to further annoy you

shoto the type to speedrun the enderdragon in under 3 hours

shoto the type to pretend to be dead in order to avoid sum1

shoto the type to cry during the class 1-A’s Big Hero 6 viewing

adult! shoto the type to thank you for the meal before going down on you

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yooo i try ahaha 🙈 im glad you liked it

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