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has this been done before?
catholics be like âdonât be horny kidsâ and then bombard you with images of half naked men tied up to thingsÂ
ur right and u should say it
Okay but pulling on my clothes to get me closer to you is pretty fuckin hot
Three Kids and IT Panel | Sophia Lillis, Wyatt Oleff, Jaeden Martell | MCM Comic Con
Did she just ask these children if they wanted to do the orgy scene because Can You Fucking Not?????
Ok but I donât think thatâs what she asked?? The book is like 1000 pages, the movie missed a lot. Thereâs a lot of scenes they could have wanted to film but didnât. The kids jumped to the orgy scene cause theyâre teenagers and you can see Jaeden smirking at Sophia and her shaking her head at him with a smile on her face.
Itâs not gross or anything itâs just a interviewer asking a genuine question and the teens being teens, they could have easily been like âthe blank sceneâ and just gone on.
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But now Iâm just thinking of that egg implanter dildo
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Matthew Morrison as Trevor Kirchner in American Horror Story: 1984
This is a young adult novel, someone write it.
âHey, can I, uhâŠhire you?â
I splayed my fingers over the notebook page in front of me. It was blank, save for a few doodles populating the margins. They werenât good, but at least they were recognizable. Wonder Woman. Daphne from Scooby-Doo. A poorly rendered Katara.
I twisted in my seat, back cracking like a glow stick. Tyler stood behind me, hands stuffed into the pockets of his shorts. His grin was a little crooked in the way that I knew most girls at school liked. I guess it was pleasant enough, if you took the time to consider it.
âMy going rate is five dollars,â I said, shifting my elbow on my desk so it covered my notebook. The barest suggestion of heat filled my cheeks at the mere thought of getting caught drawing Daphne in my notebook. Iâd drawn little hearts around her head and everything.
Tyler pulled a crumpled up five dollar bill from his pocket, smoothing it out as best he could before extending it to me. It still retained most of its original crinkles, looking more like crumpled tissue paper than money.Â
Snatching it from his hands, I tugged on the bill, holding it up to the disgusting fluorescents that schools were so fond of. I didnât know what I was looking for, exactly, but Iâd seen my dad hold up $100 bills to lamps. And besidesâit made me look official.
I folded the five in half and tucked it into the breast pocket of my old flannel shirt. âWhoâs it for?â
I didnât have to specify exactly what Tyler was hiring me for. All of the boys in school knew about my âservice,â as it were: I wrote love poems for them to give to their girlfriends. They were never more than a few lines long, and rarely specific, unless the boys gave me something they wanted to say.Â
I got the feeling Tyler wasnât going to give me any specifics, the way he kept aiming that stupid grin at me. I kept my expression impassive as I blinked at him, waiting for an answer.
âKeira Haggerty.â
It was truly a struggle to keep my expression tame. Iâd written poem upon poem before, for dozens of boys about dozens of girls. But Iâd never written one for someone like Keira before. Unlike Tyler, she wasnât super popular, but she was super pretty. She had these brown eyes that somehow looked good in the bright hospital lighting of our middle school classrooms, and her curly hair was the color of cinnamon. And her lipsâ
I had to stop. My heart felt caught in my throat as I pushed my feelings down, down, down. âI didnât know you two were dating,â I managed, casting a glance across the classroom where Keira sat bent over her notebook, scribbling away. Throughout the school, she was known for her art skillsâsheâd even gotten an award from the art department last year.
âWeâre not,â Tyler said. He bit down on his lower lip quickly, tossing a look at Keira. âYet,â he added, the word spat out faster than the others. âI hope this poem will be a good way to ask her out.â
âSo you want me to write a poem asking her out?â
Tyler nodded, his floppy blond hair dropping over his eyes. He tossed his head almost violently to the side, clearing the strands from his face. It was a classic popular-guy move. Was it meant to show how nice their hair was? I donât know. It wasnât the same as when Keira twirled a curl around her pencil.
âSure,â I said. âIâll give it to you at lunch, âkay?â
Tyler nodded and spun on his heels, bouncing to his group in the back of the class. He fist bumped with one of his cronies and tossed himself into his chair with reckless abandon. The teacher began her lesson on the Civil War, but I wasnât planning on listening to any of it.
Iâd never admitted this to anyone, but Iâve had a crush on Keira since fifth grade. I didnât even know it was a crush, at firstâIâd admired her art, the way she colored the lips, the way the freckles dotted her portraits, how she knew exactly where the light was supposed to be. And I liked watching her get better over the years. She put my superhero doodles to shame.
At some pointâand I donât know what pointâI looked at Keiraâs drawings less and looked at Keira more. I liked the way she had graphite smudged across her fingertips, or clay still stuck under her nails. I liked the brown of her skin, how it seemed warm no matter what season it was. I liked the sound of her laugh from across the library, and the giggles that followed after the librarian shushed her and her other art friends.
It was easy to write Tylerâs poem. I talked about her art, her callused hands, how she captured images of people so well and I wished she could capture me, too. JustâŠnot on paper. I wanted her to capture me in her arms and hold me and kiss me and stroke my hair and dot paint on my nose.
When I finished, I smoothed my hands across my notebook sheet and carefully tore it on the perforated line, making sure the rip wasnât perfect like a boyâs wouldnât have been. It was a last ditch effort, because the poem was written in my handwriting. Usually I made some attempt to obscure my scrawl and make it more chaotic, harder to read, but Iâd gottenâŠdistracted. It was a common theme with me, Iâd noticed. Always distracted, always thinking about life like it was dipped in rosewater and colored pink.Â
The tinny bell dismissing us to lunch rang throughout the classroom. The teacher clapped her hands together, thanking God that it was lunch because she was hungrier than âheck.â As if weâd never heard a swear before.
I stuffed my notebook into my backpack, slinging it over my shoulder as I watched Keira. She tossed her head back and gave one of her friends a glowing smile. The ticking of the clock even seemed slower, the world stopping to wait as she gathered her things. She tucked her sketchbook into her book bag and crossed it over her body, its canvas body slapping against her ink-stained jeans.Â
At lunch, Tyler was easy to find. He sat perched on top of the lunch table as one of the cafeteria monitors snapped at him to get down. One of his friends clapped his leg good-naturedly as he slipped down from his perch. I caught his eye and jerked my head at the water fountain.
I went myself to get a drink, leaving the folded-up piece of looseleaf on the back of it, safe from water splashes. After taking a quick drink, I walked away, my back turned as Tyler approached the fountain in my stead. Careful eyes might have caught him pocketing the note, but it went largely unnoticed. I kept my gaze on Keira, but she wasnât even looking at Tyler. Itâs like he wasnât even on her radar.Â
I sat down at the corner of my little lunch table. I sat with my âfriends,â but we were all bookworms. We just pulled out our latest novels to read while we ate. Some did homework. No one spoke. It was a bookclub of sorts, and none of us minded the lack of conversation.Â
I pulled my book from my bag as I settled into my seat, facing the rest of the student body so I could watch as it all went down. Tyler twiddled the note in his fingers, shaking it like it was burning. It was a sharp contrast to his confident stride as he walked right up to Keira and the rest of the art kids.Â
He handed her the note, his hand not even trembling, that irritating crooked smile on his face. Carefully, Keira took it from him. She pinched it between her paint-stained fingers as she unfolded it, brows furrowed.
I didnât want to stay attached. It wasnât very business-like; I was supposed to watch the girls, write the poetry, and clean my hands of it. And sometimes I did, even if I looked at the girl a little bit later. But I had already been looking at Keira, and the poem just gave me a chance to really say what Iâd been dying to. Tyler hadnât even read itâheâd just taken it with the confidence that Iâd written something good. That feeling glowed in my chest.
Something wasnât right, though. Usually, the girls would say something like, âDid you write this?â It looked like Keira was following the scriptâbut Tyler wasnât. Because he pointed at me.Â
I slammed my book shut in front of me. I hadnât even been reading it, but it didnât matter now. Nothing mattered now.
Stuffing it into my bag, I rose quickly from my table and ducked out into the hallway. I hadnât heard any laughter, but it would only be a matter of time.Â
It was always just a matter of time.
I should have known better than to trust Tyler. The schoolâs so-called pretty boy, Mr. Popular, Mr. Perfect. Boys like him werenât nice to girls like me; they were cruel. Every single movie Iâd ever seen had told me that. Tyler lived up to expectations. Expectations I should have had.
I pressed my back against the cinderblock wall, the painted white bricks only sort of rough through the fabric of my hoodie. Slowly, dramatically, I sank down until I was crouched in a little ball. Burning tears stung my eyes. No matter how quickly I wiped them away, more came.
The cafeteria door swung open. A flash of sound rose through the open door and cut off just as quickly. I didnât look to see who it was. Hopefully theyâd just go to the bathroom and not say anything.
âHey.â
I froze.Â
It was Keiraâs voice.Â
Crap. Crap. Crap. I wiped my eyes one final time, catching my nose on the sleeve of my sweatshirt as I turned to look up at her. The fluorescent was hidden behind her head, casting her unruly mane of hair in a halo of light. The note was held loosely between trembling fingers.
She squatted down, then thought better of her position and twisted until her back was pressed up against the wall, too. âYou wrote this?â
It was the same old script Iâd heard a hundred times. I sniffled, opening my mouth a bit to reply, but the words turned to dust on my tongue. I nodded instead.
âItâs, uhâŠitâs really good. Like, scary good.â Her words were tinted with a smile, and I blinked through the tears until I could see that she held no malice in her gaze. Just awe, and kindness. âI wish I could make something like this.â
I laughed. It was short, like a bark, and echoed down the cavernous school hallway. âWhat are you talking about? Did you even read the poem? Your art is insane! Itâs the best Iâve ever seen. I mean it.â It was more words than I usually said to anyone. And they were quick, like a river, and just as energetic. Maybe not as smooth.
Keira grinned at me and set the note on the ground between us. âAnd you meant it all?â
I nodded again. I couldnât have another river pouring out of my mouth. That was possibly even more embarrassing than being caught crying on the hallway floor.
There wasnât even time to blink. Keiraâs mouth pressed against mine. For the brief moment we touch, my lips burned. Sheâd caught them on fireâpoured gasoline on me, lit a match, and I was ablaze.
I was alive.
It was over as quick as it had come, as though she was afraid someone would see. Shouldnât I have been afraid, too? Thatâs why Iâd come out here, after all. To hide from people who would hiss the words at me: Lesbian. Homo. Dyke.
But Keira didnât say any of that stuff. She didnât swear, or hiss, or spit. Sheâd kissed me. âYou meant it all,â she repeated.
âI already said yes,â I replied.
There was a pause. It lingered on her lips. I thought lips were supposed to be ripe and red from kissing, but herâs werenât. I guess a kiss has to last for more than a second to make them all pink and stuff. But I couldnât stop looking at them.Â
ââŠEven the part about asking me out? You meant that?â
My gaze drifted from her lips up to her eyes, and it was clear that she was serious. I pinched the bottom of my hoodie. âI-I mean, I was asking for Tyler, butââ
âTyler doesnât want to ask me out, though,â she said. âTyler wanted you to ask me out.â
âIâhe did?â
Keira nodded. Her arm fell as she let her fingers drift across the folded up note, ripped poorly but penned in my hand. And Iâm glad I hadnât changed my handwriting. Iâm glad it wasnât perfect, but that it was mine.Â
âSo what do you say?â Keira asked. âWill you go out with me?â
I could even answer. I just dipped my head in towards hers, quicker than anything, striking like an asp with my lips. This press lasted longer than the first, and my hand drifted up to brush one of her curls away like Iâd seen in movies. I ended up losing my balance a bit and falling into her.Â
The kiss broke, and we both descended into laughter. It was bright, brighter than the school bells.Â
âYes, Keira Haggerty. Iâll go out with you.â
That story was beautiful
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Mine: Â A Black Widow Fanfic
Buy me a â Character Pairing: Â Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader
Word Count: Â 1872
Warnings:Â Smut (F|F, BDSM, D/S, Domme!Nat, Sub!Reader, Toys, crops, bondage, anal play, anal plug, forced orgasm, safewording, sub drop, aftercare)
Synopsis:  After subbing for Natasha you experience a subdrop.
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Your knees burn and your thighs ache. Â Youâre not even sure how long youâve been kneeling on the rug with your head lowered, in only your panties. Â Time is relative and when pain and desire are involved. Â Right now you have both in abundance. Â The thin lace of your boy leg panties are soaked through and your legs are beginning to tremble. Â Youâre not even sure if thatâs from the searing ache in them or the burning anticipation for what is coming. Â So you wait.
There is a click as the door opens. Â The sound of heels on the hardwood floor and then the door closing again. Â You donât risk looking up. Â Punishment has its uses, but itâs more fun when youâre being rewarded.
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Learning Opportunity
Learning Opportunity: Â A Black Widow Fanfic
Buy me a â Character Pairing: Â Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader
Word Count: Â 1343
Warnings:Â PWP, Smut (Vaginal Fingering, squirting, in fact, this is almost a step by step guide to making you squirt if youâre into that)
Synopsis:  You and Natasha meet up at a seedy motel to catch up. Natasha decides she has something she wants to show you.
Learning Opportunity
The motel was seedy. Â The kind with thin scratchy towels, sheets covered in pilling and a pool you most definitely didnât want to actually use. Â Cigarette smoke clung to the walls and the curtains, stale and acrid, and the toilet was stained and ran constantly. Â It wasnât a hotel you would choose if you had any other choice.
It was okay though. Â You were paying by the hour.
Natasha kicked the door closed behind you both as she kissed you hungrily, pushing you up against the wall and scrambling to unbutton your shirt.
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PRIDE MONTH 2017 READING LIST
Looking for some YA books with queer main characters to read during pride month? Hereâs a list of titles Iâve read and/or heard great things about. Most of these were published within the past year or so. Feel free to add on!
You Know Me Well by David Levithian and Nina LaCour
Two classmates, one gay and the other lesbian, meet during pride month in San Francisco and help each other through relationship problems.
 Tell me Again How a Crush Should Feel by Sara Farizan
Finally! A cute F/F novel where no lesbians die in the end! The main character is an Iranian American with traditional parents.
 Last Seen Leaving by Caleb Roehrig
Mystery/thriller about a closeted gay boy whoâs girlfriend goes missing, and he becomes the focus of her disappearance. I can usually figure out what happened in mystery novels early on but this one had me guessing until the very last page.
The Abyss Surrounds Us and The Edge of the Abyss by Emily Skrutskie
Lesbian pirates and sea monsters. Need I say more?
When the Moon Was Ours by Anna-Marie McLemore
This oneâs like reading a modern day fairy tell starring a trans boy named Sam, whoâs family immigrated from Pakistan, and a Latina girl named Miel who grows flowers out of her wrists. And thereâs a glass coffin. Itâs super creepy.
Queens of Geek by Jen Wilde
Yâall, this is set at SupaCon (like Comic Con!). There are two narrators. Charlie, an Asian movie star who is bisexual, and Taylor, a blogger who has ASP.
Radical by E.M. Kokie
This oneâs a little darker. Itâs about a butch lesbian doomsday prepper who accidently gets involved in a dangerous plot that could get her and her family into some serious trouble. I liked this book because Bexâs views about guns are completely different than mine. But thatâs why we read, right? To learn about people who are different from you.
 Of Fire and Stars by Audrey Coulthurst
This book was pitched to me as a fantasy book about a princess betrothed to a prince but she falls in love with his sister. Itâs pretty good.
PS: Dear Mrs. Coulthurst, thank you for Chapter 34
 10 Things I Can See From Here by Carrie Mac
A f/f story set in Vancouver about a girl with anxiety who goes to live with her dad and falls in love with a musician.
 How to Make a Wish by Ashley Herring Blake
Like Sarah Dessen? Youâll love How to Make a Wish! Itâs about a girl, whoâs bisexual, who falls in love with a biracial dancer. Itâs part love story, part mother-daughter story and super amazing and emotional!
 History Is All You Left Me by Adam Silvera
Keep your tissues close. Youâll need them. Griffinâs ex-boyfriend, Theo, drowns and heâs left devastated. He grows close to Theoâs boyfriend, Jackson, who is one of the few people who knows what heâs going through.
We Are Okay by Nina LaCour
Speaking of tissues, youâll also need them for Nina LaCourâs latest YA/NA crossover. Marin is staying at school alone for Christmas holidays and her best friend Mabel comes to visit. Itâs a tear jerker but also amazing and beautifully written.
The Upside of Unrequited by Becky Albertalli
Iâm gonna cheat with this one because the main character isnât queer. BUT she has two moms, theyâre a biracial couple, her twin sister is a lesbian, and the sisterâs girlfriend is pansexual. And her momsâ wedding is a big part of the plot. Great book to read during pride month!
Dreadnought by April Daniels
Superhero novel with a main character whoâs transgender and a lesbian. Iâve read this and heard mixed reviews but for the most part, itâs a good book if you like superheroes.
The Better to Kiss You With by Michelle Osgood
This is a f/f story that Iâm not entirely sure how to categorize. Itâs part paranormal romance, part mystery/thriller, but could also be NA. The love interest is a butch lesbian whoâs a werewolf!
Girl Mans Up by M-E Girard
Main character is a butch lesbian who comes from a traditional Portuguese family.
The Cursed Queen by Sarah Fine
If youâre a Clexa shipper, youâll love The Cursed Queen. A fantasy novel with a bisexual main character who falls in love with her chieftainâs daughter. You canât help but fall in love with Ansa and Thrya. And the best part? No dead queer girls!
Weird animal hybrids that actually look reasonable