i hate it when adults assume i’m on the internet all the time by choice. if i had enough money to travel around and etc, do you think i would be withering away my youth behind a computer screen you useless paperclip.
I dont think i have ever heard the term useless paperclip used as an insult before.
“will will smith smith?” is a grammatically correct sentence
so is “Will Smith will smith.”
“Smith Will Smith will.”
I also just realized this could be a conversation.
Will Will Smith smith?
Will Smith Will Smith
*Yoda nods in agreement* Smith Will Smith will.
imagine someone who isnt that good at english reading this and just thinking “what is wrong with these people”
Good news, everyone! New episodes of Futurama return tonight at 10/9c with the one-hour season premiere!
Here’s my illustration for November in the 2013 Homestuck Calendar!!! I am so honored to have been asked to contribute, and so proud of how this turned out, and so excited to show it off at last!!!
“Tifa, you are most welcome.” His fingers continued to trace the scar, memorizing it’s pattern through touch, his eyes on her face. “You have been through so much, seen so many things, lived when others would have died. If anything I should be thanking you for just the attention.”
Worried that her state of undress would be making her uncomfortable, he stopped his caress and pulled off his shirt, once again letting her see the patchwork of his own skin. He wanted her still so badly, he wanted to make those tears disappear until they came from happiness. Not giving her a chance to reply, Cain pulled her body back against his, her mouth greeted by his for another passionate kiss. Their skin, scar and smooth alike, touched, sending fire and electricity through his nerve endings. Her chest flattened against his, as he returned to holding her shoulders to hold her tight. Another growl slipped out, but Cain felt more confident about keeping himself under control.
Ultimately, she held all the power. He knew this, He was willing to do anything to see her smile, to make her feel all is right in the world, to make her forget any bad or stress for just a little while. Whether that meant leaving or becoming one, Cain was prepared to do it. His hands slipped from her shoulders, caressing and playing around the back of her bra, finding it to be a front clasp, he didn’t how to proceed or if he had permission for more.
She held her breath when she watched him remove his own shirt. There were stories along his skin, from his own battles, his own survival. Unlike when she viewed herself in any mirror, what she saw along his upper body was nothing short of magnificent. Cain was different from Cloud, his muscles pure and not altered from Mako energy or JENOVA cells. He wasn’t built like a killer. But he held the power of one.
One of her hands moved to trace his scars, like he had been doing with her. She flattened her palm over where he heart was, looking into his face with a calmness that only he was able to provoke from her. The position didn’t last very long, as he grasped her and pulled her against him. Suddenly, Tifa flushed with heat and she wasn’t sure how to react.
Is he…is he growling because of me?
It was an animalistic, possessive sound. If it had come from someone else, the barmaid would have assumed it was offensive or demeaning. Somehow, however, she knew that Cain wasn’t doing it to be that way. It sent shivers down her spine as her hands crawled up his bare back. While his fingers began to move around the lining of her bra, Tifa found herself giggling into his shoulder.
Honestly, she didn’t know what to do. Could she really go further than this with him? In Yuffie’s home? Part of her wished they were back home, where no one could interrupt them. “D-Do you think…this…is an appropriate place to…to do this?” she asked, looking at him with smoldering crimson hues, wanting to make sure he understood the possible consequences. “I wouldn’t want…to embarrass you or put you through more humiliation because of me…”
Cain wasn’t sure how to answer her question. Was this her way of saying stop? Was she saying that she didn’t want to risk embarrassment? Cain thought of answering her with another hungry kiss and maybe doing something more productive with his hands but her blush gave him reason to think.
“Tifa, yes I do. With everything around us happening, I cannot think of a better time or place. When we leave to go back to Midgar the ship may crash and kill both of us, or maybe tomorrow Wutai gets attacked and something horrible happens. I’d rather go to the grave knowing I had one night with you where nothing else mattered than to know that I missed my chance. However, if you aren’t sure you are ready or want to wait, we can. I’m not going to force you. I don’t want you to do something you will regret for the rest of your life because of me.
“Besides, even if we get caught in the act and very compromised, to me it would be worth it and not the most embarrassing thing to ever happen to me. I have Rose to thank for that experience but that is neither hither nor far. ” He smiled at the memory. Sure it sucked at the time but now was not the time to relay that misadventure. “If you aren’t sure, hows this: Close your eyes. now I want you to do one of the following. If you wish to simply cuddle, give me a kiss, if you would rather we slow down and I go get a second futon give me a hug, or if you want to continue as we were place one or both of my hands on your chest. Keep you eyes closed now and let your instinct react. Don’t think about anything but the actions to take. Either a kiss, hug, or caress. I will be okay with whatever you choose.”
remember when yugioh was straight fucked up.
Kanye’s been compared to Jesus, Hitler, Walt Disney and even Steve Jobs. And now Kanye has decided to release this, YEEZUS, the most exciting record so far. It should be obvious by now that New Slaves is the undisputed masterpiece on Yeezus. The song is so catchy, most people won’t even remember the words… But they should. And then there’s this one song, I Am A God, that the title practically speaks for itself, but of course, the insecurities of a mainstream music press will never understand its true meaning, because it’s about ME.