#kirsten smith

[thelonelystarbuckslovers]

10 Things I Hate About You (1999)

"I guess in this society, being male and an asshole makes you worthy of our time."

[elmundoestahechodefrasesyletras]

Acabo de comprender que esto es lo que les pasa a las princesas en la vida real. Ningún príncipe las despierta con un beso. Nadie les da la llave del reino. No viven felices como lombrices. En la vida real, son humillada en público; son lanzadas desde las torres. Esto es lo que no te cuentan cuando eres una niña pequeña: en el fondo, todo el mundo odia a la princesa. Todo el mundo quiere verla caer.

[jerichopalms]

*Legally Blonde (2001, dir. by Robert Luketic)

[adamwatchesmovies]

Legally Blonde (2001)

You can foresee every beat in Legally Blonde and ultimately, the picture is little more than a fluffy, breezy comedy - but that’s exactly what it aims to be. This is the kind of movie you’d watch as a teen and fall in love with, always treasuring it even if you start spotting the flaws in later years.

Sorority girl Elle Woods (Reese Witherspoon) expects her boyfriend, Warner Huntington III (Matthew Davis), to propose. Instead, he breaks up with her. He says she’s not “serious” enough to be wife material for a future lawyer at Harvard. Determined to win him back, Elle applies to Harvard Law as well - and gets accepted.

Two things above all make this film work. The first is Reese Witherspoon. It helps that she’s adorable as a button but one look at her face and you know her soul is pure and clean. This leads us to the second great thing about Legally Blonde; Elle Woods. Though she may come from a rich family and her looks would be able to land her any man she wants, she’s an underdog at Harvard. Men, women, teachers and students all take one look at her and pass judgment without hesitation. They think because she likes pink and takes care of her hair that she’s stupid. She isn’t. No matter where you come from, you see a part of yourself in Elle. We’ve all been in her position and there’s nothing more satisfying than seeing bullies proved wrong. Elle deserves to set them straight because she’s honest, compassionate and charismatic. Even if she wasn't a golden-haired beauty who looks good in a bathing suit and knows it, her personality would win you over.

Twenty-plus years after its release, several elements of the film have unfortunately dated Legally Blonde. For all its talk of not judging people based on their appearances, it utilizes quite a few stereotypes (primarily when shaping its gay and lesbian characters) and if this film were made today, you probably wouldn’t have quite so many moments that approach the #Metoo movement. You could also criticize its conclusion, which works hard to wrap up everything too quickly while also offering everything you want to see. There are several elements director Robert Luketic jettisons unceremoniously when someone should really address them. That’s fine. They don’t take away from the many laughs and moments of sweetness. You know Elle’s unique penchant for fashion will be what makes the difference in the big case she’s been given. That’s your moment of triumph. It might be easier for her to become exactly like her romantic rival, Vivian (Selma Blair) and wear nothing but turtleneck sweaters but then she wouldn’t be herself. You want Elle Woods to succeed. She deserves it.

Legally Blonde could’ve been a lot more hard-hitting. Instead, it’s fun and light, even pleasantly silly. This makes it so easy to digest you almost don’t realize you’re watching an empowering story about the importance of being yourself. You go in expecting some laughs. You get them, and a lot more thanks to Witherspoon’s terrific performance. She makes Elle a real person. You’d be hard-pressed to dislike Legally Blonde; it glitters with charm. (May 8, 2020)

[jjkeremika]

Here to Forever

description: date nights with the AoT men (plus historia lol) <3

pairing: Eren, Levi, Reiner, Armin, Porco, Erwin, Jean, Zeke, Historia, all x (fem!) reader

like A LITTLE nsfw/smutty

Eren

Eren and you almost always went to the movie theaters--your man loves a good trip to the movies. Sometimes you would suggest a meal before, but he was always reluctant, complaining that then he'd be too full to eat the movie snacks. You always rolled your eyes with a large smile on your face, usually caving.

Movie choice alternated each time, you often opting for comedies and animations while Eren advocated for actions and sci-fi's. He liked to sit in the back, able to view the entire screen, usually directly under the speaker so no one could hear your hushed whispers and hearty breaths.

Although you enjoyed a good movie now and then, Eren's eyes were fixed to the screen, absorbed in the film that he wouldn't even notice when you asked for the candy.

So you always enjoyed the bad movies the most, because Eren's attention was on you; and the fact that you had to be very, very quiet while his hands groped your breasts, while they traveled to your bottoms, turned you both on. Sometimes he'd pull you onto his lap, his fingers intimately gracing the sensitive spot between your legs as he nibbled at your earlobe, sucked on your neck. You kept going back, because you've only been asked to leave once.

Levi (age gap)

Levi didn't talk a whole ton, but he liked listening to you. He fervently believed you were smarter than him, always spouting interesting ideas and bringing up counterpoints. And you were so damn kind to everyone, always considerate, and he genuinely did not give a damn about anyone.

Except you. He cared an awful lot about you. Having repeatedly been kicked down by life (he didn't really talk about that), born into a shitty lot in life, had the rug pulled out from under him and lost everything, he built wall after wall and thought he'd lost access to his emotions. Then he found you. And somehow your naivety and wide-eyed view reinvigorated something deep inside.

Although relatively stoic and unemotional in public and rarely voiced his positive opinions with friends, Levi was, in some sense, rather vulnerable when alone with you. He was quite open about his infatuation with you in private; his eyes frequently roaming your body, his mouth pressing hundreds of kisses to your skin.

Then there was the vulnerability that manifested in unique ways. The immense desire to have you, the fiery need to have you on your knees, taking him, all of him, feeling him so deeply it'll last for hours, craving him so deeply to last for days. After he was satisfied with the number of times you'd called his name, begged for more, he'd take the best care of you, wrapping you in his softest sweatpants and giving you the warmest kisses and making you both the most delicious food.

So while most couple's dates consisted of the date then sex, yours was reversed, always working up an appetite.

Reiner

Reiner's dates, a generous term, were always spontaneous activities: playing soccer at midnight, hiking some oh it's only a few miles trails, biking or rollerblading around the city. Even though the physical activity was exhausting and sometimes even daunting, Reiner's presence made it infinitely better.

He'd carry everything, never letting you carry any bags (not that you'd complain). He'd offer various snacks and water, offer to frequently slow the pace or stop and admire the surroundings. Uh, why are you looking at me like that? you'd ask, an eyebrow raised. Hm? I told you. I'm admiring my surroundings, he'd answer, the sunlight reflecting off his brilliant smile.

Hiking was the most frequent activity during nice weather, which, you couldn't deny, definitely had its perks. During higher altitude breaks with clearings in the trees, or at the peak of the climb, when the view was the most clear and pristine and the sunlight was basking on you.

The view was always worth it, and you'd preen as Reiner's lips would connect with yours, smile widely as he gripped your thighs and picked you up, carrying you until your back was against a rock edge or a tree. His large hands groped your cheeks as he kissed sloppily down the middle of your neck towards your chest, already breathing heavy. You smiled as the tingling sensation and a warm heat spread throughout your body, the gorgeous landscape disappearing as your eyes blinked shut with pleasure.

Armin

Armin liked to have you all to himself, often taking you on dates to secluded places or sitting in the corner of restaurants. He was the most gentlemanly and domestic, packing extra jackets and carrying sneakers on the nights you wore heels.

His favorite site was under the large oak tree in the meadows, near where the rabbit's den was. He would set up a picnic blanket in the shade, removing fake glasses for champagne and perfectly portioned meals.

Armin loved telling you how beautiful you looked in the setting sun, the golden light highlighting your features just right. He composed lyrical hymns on the spot, accidentally stringing into teary-eyed poems and soft-spoken sonnets.

The sunset is so beautiful, you would say. Not as beautiful as you, he would reply. You'd roll your eyes because, well, cheesy, before he'd continue: Words elude me as they know they're not worthy of you; Dictionaries are developed to describe you; I could list ten thousand things and none would be as beautiful as you.

And you'd kiss him as the sun dipped beyond the horizon, as the stars shined second to you, illuminating your face as you moaned in ecstasy, intensifying Armin's blue eyes and blond hair as he stared at you from between your legs, his tongue writing love letters in cursive.

Porco

You were the first person Galliard had ever been on a date with, which honestly surprised you. His tough exterior, confident demeanor, honest humor, and cynical smile was so charming you had a hard time believing him when he coyly told you that you were his first, the pink blush on his cheeks just so cute.

During the warm evenings you'd walk along the beach together, enjoying the expansive view of the stars and the soft sounds of the waves landing against the sandy shoreline, watching the tide change.

The sway of you in his huge arms always synced to the sway of the tide, a gentle rocking that soothed your body and mind. You'd close your eyes as his lips would travel along the back of your neck and upper spine. Your hands would travel to his hair and you'd push your hips back into his. Eventually he'd grab your hips and forcefully spin you around, kissing you and dragging you to the soft sand.

He always returned you home after, moist swollen lips and pleasantly tingling bodies, sharing knowing looks and giggles at the dry-humping and grinding that transpired; the sand you find at home for days after becoming an intimate inside joke between you.

Erwin (age gap)

Erwin was the first older man you've been with, and you weren't sure how you had ever survived before. Experienced, mature, muscular, capable, successful, stable.

You were his priority. Were you happy with your wardrobe? He'll buy you a new one. No one to go to the store with? He'll take you shopping wherever you'd like. Did you like the furniture in your apartment? He'll buy you a new set. Did paying bills stress you out? He'll pay it for you. What else would I want to spend my money on if not you? he'd tell you when you'd protest, capturing you within his large arms, pressing you into his strong chest.

Date nights were events, where you both dressed in your nicest garments and ate at a nice restaurant. Erwin would open and close the car door for you, push and pull the chair out for you, pour the bottle of wine for you, order for you, telling you he knew what you liked (he always did).

During the dinner the clouds in his blue eyes whisked into lustful storms. He'd pay the check and hurry you out of the restaurant with his hand glued to your lower back, complaining in your ear about how the food never tasted as good as you did, how he'd wished you'd stayed in and he'd had you instead. He'd rush you into the car, practically running to the other side of the car and racing home.

Jean

Jean prepared you dinner for your first date, buying the ingredients fresh that morning and preparing it from scratch, still cooking (about an hour from being done) when you arrived at his apartment. He'd begged his roommate to leave for the night, and he'd already prepared the table for a romantic evening (about 5 hours before the date started).

He greeted you with a peck on the cheek, a move that you watched him internally question for a split-second, one that he then tried to move on from by awkwardly shuffling you to the counter. You'd smile, a light blush forming from the proximity and the heat of the room.

He liked preparing you dinners for dates, frequently remaking the meal you'd had that first night, kissing you on the cheek every time in homage to that first night. Jean would shower you with compliments, making up for the moments where the sarcastic comments would slip through.

After a few dates you started arriving earlier to cook with him, chopping and dicing vegetables while he seasoned and operated the stove. He'd trap you between his arms against the counter, pressing kiss after kiss to your cheeks and lips and pulling you close, your hands traveling to the growing bulge in his jeans, only moving away when you both started to smell something burning.

Zeke

You had first met Zeke on the lawn at a concert. He was shirtless, sitting on a flannel fabric (probably his shirt), waving both hands in the cool autumn air, a lit lighter in one hand, swaying to the beat of the music, smoking something between his lips.

He put it out as soon as he noticed you standing nearby, scrambling to stand up and started to talk to you between opening acts, somehow managing to intrigue you enough for a date outside the concert venue (totally didn't have anything to do with his six-pack abs).

Although keeping a cool, calm, and collected demeanor, Zeke was always nervous on your dates, constantly wondering if you were enjoying yourself, if the conversation was stimulating enough or if the activities were entertaining enough. He never said anything, but you could read it in the unsteady glances and nervous nail biting.

When you wrapped your arms around his neck, you'd step on your tip-toes and press a soft kiss to his lips, swooping in to ease his anxieties. I had a great time with you, you'd whisper against his lips, thanks for a great night.

He'd tighten his grip around your waist, pull you in as close as you could get, until the only space left between you was the air in your lungs and he was going to squeeze that out too. His attitude would shift as the blood started pumping to his legs, smacking your ass and biting your bottom lip. Let me make it so much better.

Historia

When Historia had first confessed her feelings for you at the coffee shop, you were slightly surprised. The hand-holding and faux-flirting was something she did with everyone. You never realized it was special with you, that it was real with you.

She liked to spoil you, and though she always needed to convince you, you always gave in, letting her buy just that one thing for you or take you to that place you really wanted to go.

Museums were where you both frequently visited, the quiet ambiance perfect for you two. You both talked so much outside of date nights that you had nothing to say during them, and observing art was a hobby you both shared (one that you imprinted on her (she likes it because you do)).

You found out later that Historia considered that time at the coffee shop your first date. But you considered it that first night at the museum, when your hands grazed in front of the Mona Lisa, when you both felt pulled together for the first time, when you both leaned in and kissed for the first time, feeling like no eyes were on you.

Despite that Historia was very affectionate, that first time being an exemption, she never kissed you in public or on camera. That was shared between you two behind closed doors, and you two alone.

[fitsofgloom]

If You Dare . . . Taste The Deadly Passion of The Blood Nymphs!

[dumpitos]

i’m the sweetest girl in town, so why are you so mean?

[dreamyeuphoricll]

if aot ever makes live action,I think these actors will be perfect!✨ (Fancasting from the internet)

Eren, Mikasa, Armin and Jean 🤎(10/10)

Historia, Ymir,Connie and Sasha (9/10)

Bertolt, Reiner , Annie and Marco (8/10)

The veterans (11/10)🔥

Levi's squad (9/10)

The old guys (10/10)

Marleyans (8/10)

Young marleyans (10/10)

Main characters' relatives(8/10)

[ihatecensorship69]

Kirsten Caroline Dunst and Bryce Dallas Howard photographed by Carter Smith

[saintgoths]

ʟᴇᴡᴅ ᴍɪꜱꜱɪᴏɴꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴜꜱᴛꜰᴜʟ ᴅᴇꜱɪʀᴇꜱ

LEVI ACKERMAN X READER - LEWD MISSIONS AND LUSTFUL DESIRES [AOT AU]

[PART THREE TO THE REALM'S DIAMOND SERIES].

WORD COUNT - 3,433.

RATING - 18+. [slight SA not from love interests, kissing, fingering and F/M sex oh and levi being slightly submissive].

[she also has other pairings thus the hashtags but its mainly levi x reader]. comments, liking, following and reblogging would be appreciated!

SUMMARY - y/n has a mission to court the man she desires and she is wilful to complete it.

If someone from the future had told you that there would be a moment you’d drop into a mound of depression, you’d laugh at them and tell them that they are a liar. You were the happiest girl in the world, why? You had belonged to the wealthiest family in the du Aurous country, veritably, you’d be exaggerating if you had told them that you were the happiest girl, but, there had never been moments when you had felt the dreary slate of emotions you had felt currently.

Currently, you had been pampered and readied by your ladies, you already knew you were treated like a doll by them, usually by your marionette and model looks and your pin-up body and your curly and fluffy-hair, yet, this time, you had felt like you were a rag-doll.

Today you were going out for a walk, you were meeting up with an individual from the Sinclair family, their family were coming over for dinner and were a very admirable lot. They lived over at an island called the Sinclair Port, a good trading area and was also known for its fort.

During the First Great War, the Sinclair Port had given soldiers from Oscaar and du Aurous a place to camp and rest. Thus, today you’d be given the pleasure to be around Lady Jane Sinclair, you shared the same age and you had thought her to be very kind and beautiful.

One of your ladies, Mary, had placed a worried hand against your shoulder, it had shaken you to look into the mirror you stood in front and lock eyes with your lady Mary through the reflection. “Are you okay?” Mary curiously inquired and stiffly you had smiled at her.

“I’m fine,” you kindly responded, aware that your ladies were finished preparing you for the day, thus, it had caused your women to guide you out of your room and take you outside to meet with the Sinclair lady.

She had stood on the bricked floor territory outside of the van Richesse manor, an umbrella in her hand to shield her from the sun that had blazed hellishly today. Thankful of your ladies who had dressed you in light coloured clothing for this walk, you had bid your ladies a goodbye ere you had made your way to Lady Jane.

“The Realm’s Diamond,” Lady Jane greeted and drastically you had fanned your hand against your face, Jane giggled in response and gently curtsied in front of you, with humour.

“Lady Jane,” you softly curtsied before you helped yourself get under her umbrella, the two of you had then shared a comfortable conversation, Lady Jane had shared her wish of how she had wanted to be in this year’s Annual Ball due to the amount of gossip she had heard from supplementary guests who had been at the event.

Awkwardly, you had felt a ball form in your throat, but you had attempted so hard to avoid yourself from stuttering. “It must feel good having almost every man at your feet.”

Unmoved, you had raised the both of your eyes, “some of them are disgusting,” you muttered and Jane had laughed at your forward comment. She saw the way you had tilted your head, as if you had wanted to say something else, so gently, she had nudged you and encouraged you to say what you had wanted.

“But?” Jane curiously pronounced.

Caught red-handed, you had sighed and clasped your hands together. “But, there’s one suitor who isn’t a suitor, or doesn’t want to be.”

“Levi Ackerman?” Jane guessed her face mischievous to hear your stumbled response.

Muzzled, you had blushed at Jane’s successful attempt to guess. “How did you know?” You asked and dramatically, Jane rolled her eyes.

“Many people spoke about the dance you shared with him,” Jane replied and faux-surprised, you had raised your eyebrows, you had then linked hand around the upper right arm of Lady Jane and continued to walk down the town.

By the moment you had arrived to dinner you had briskly observed the majority of your guests were your suitors, you hadn’t been shocked that your mother had something like this up her sleeve, thus, instead you had amiably greeted all of them.

You had sat down on a seat close to Lady Jane who had sat opposite you but two chairs away, the dinner had gone well, and you had felt your depression be successfully lifted off your shoulders.

“Sorry we’re late,” a cool tone appeared, the two doors that displayed the dining room had opened and there strolled in Levi Ackerman with his uncle Kenny, the voice had seemed different, so you were aware that it hadn’t come from the shorter man.

“It’s okay,” your father smiled, as he ushered the two of them to sit close to him, their seats were not far away from yours, they were close enough, suitably two arms reach. Truthfully, you had felt a twist of excitement when you saw Levi come in, chiefly when the two of you shared short looks, but you were a Lady, so you had to keep in your excitement.

Though, it had seemed a guest from the table had noticed the brief look you had shared with the Ackerman, the moment you heard a short giggle from Jane you quickly turned to look her way. “The pressure you must be feeling for being the Realm’s Diamond,” Kenny brought up and smally you had smiled at what he had said, you had been in the middle of cutting into your food and you hadn’t realised how fast you had used your cutlery.

“Yes, I’m not going to say it’s a coincidence that all men here are my suitors,” you briefly joked and you could hear the mumble of laughter leave some of the men’s mouth.

Kenny raised his eyebrows, slightly amused. “Yes, aside from your father and I, and Levi.”

“Hm?” You hummed as you could feel the laughter in the room drop. “Well, how comes you two are here anyways?”

“We have business with your father,” Levi answered and you had watched him awkwardly sit up on the seat he was on and if you were blind, you wouldn’t have noticed the familiar glances Jane and Levi shared with one another, yet, you had dismissed it just as another person burst through the doors, their wild entrance had startled everyone yet their stunned reaction had died down once they realised it was Sir. Argent.

He had breathed heavily the second he had arrived to the destination of the dinning room as he babbled unintelligent sentences as he made his way to his seat. Humoured, you had shared a look with Lady Jane who had tried her best to keep in her laughter.

“Welcome, Sir. Argent,” your mother kindly welcomed, and truthfully, you would want to have a talk with your mother to not allow late guests but that would mean you wouldn’t see Levi anymore, unless he began to come to places on time. Sir. Argent and Mrs. van Richesse commenced a small gentle conversation ere your mother had encouraged you to speak to the unprepared man, the moment she had offered your time with him, you quickly pulled a face.

“Thank you for coming Sir, Argent,” you blinked, furthermore, watchful, Levi studied the afflictive and thorny expression you had on the moment you had to speak to the man, dully, you had smiled and curved your vision to your unfinished food.

The dinner had continued and everyone had spoken to each other except you, you didn’t want your depressive wave to return but to see the man who had threatened you strictly yesterday had stomped on the rainbow of content you had previously.

In fact, your mind hadn’t been concentrated with what had been going on. Yu had moved, shortly spoke and listened, but your mind wasn’t there. Currently, you had been tasked to show the manor to your suitors and right now you had been with Sir. Argent, he talked your ear off, while you had pretended to listen to what he had to say.

Your hands were clasped behind your back and your nose slightly pointed upwards, you had walked by Levi and Kenny who had then benevolently greeted you and Sir. Argent who had brushed his arm against yours once he saw the attractive men come into view. The second you were away from the Ackermans you could feel Sir. Argent’s fingers brush against your knuckles.

“Do you remember the deal I had told you yesterday?” Sir. Argent inquired and stiffly you had nodded your head.

You had faked your smile and curved your head into his direction. “How can I forget? You’re being generous with the time you’re giving me.”

“Ah,” Sir Argent happily nodded his head.

“I’ll speak to my mother and father about your marriage proposal,” you informed him and quickly, the man placed his hand below your back, surprised your shoulders had tensed to how low his hand slid down your body and silently you had wished for someone to intrude your conversation, and it was like your Guardian Angel had finally listened to you.

Sir. Erwin Smith had smoothly walked towards the two of you, his figure tall and expression kind, he had held his hand against his chest when he silently greeted the both of you. “May I take Lady van Richesse from you?” Erwin gently questioned and with the look behind his eyes, it had seemed like the Smith man truthfully didn’t require Sir. Argent’s permission anyhow. Moreover, he had showed it when he had taken your hand and guided you away from the insolent man.

“Thank you for saving me from the piteous man,” you thankfully mumbled and softly the blond man laughed at your relief.

He had then winked at you, “I’m here to be your Guardian Angel, and suitor.”

Thankful, you had placed your hand against his arm before you returned both of your paws into a clasped state. “Do you know he’s here for you?” Sir. Erwin knowingly questioned and confound, you had looked up at the tall man, your eyes wide with perplex as they had silently encouraged him to tell you who he had meant. “Levi.”

Confused you turned your sight to the floor. “I thought he was here because of the business he has with my father, like yesterday,” you replied, yet, it wasn’t like you were upset, you had verily liked the idea of him making up lies to see you.

“His uncle Kenny, has business with your father,” Erwin corrected, “just as he did yesterday, Levi just comes along to see you.”

Satisfied, you hid your smile, you clasped your hand together, as you hoped Levi’s somewhat romantic feelings towards you could push him to become one of your suitors. “How do you feel about it? Sir Smith?” You curiously questioned as you looked up at him, a commodity had glinted in his eyes as if he had known you liked the news, he had brought you.

“I’m not threatened, since Levi is not a suitor, if he were then, that’s when there would’ve been a problem,” Erwin joked and thus you laughed along with him before the two of you drowned into a sea-depth conversation.

Currently, you had spoken with Jean, he had actually gifted you some wine his family had created, the Kirstein man had informed you that his family are in attempt to make more businesses for themselves, and honestly, you had liked the liquid they had assembled, grateful that the Kirstein family had actually gifted you more than one.

“It’s refreshing to see your face,” you kindly spoke ere you pressed the curved tip of the cup against your lips, the wine surely had some impact, though, you were still aware of everything, the alcohol had just made you amused at everything.

“Being with you makes my entire day,” Jean gently responded, you had observed the wine had affected him as well, his eyes had seemed sleepy, but his sleepiness had appeared more lustful.

“Having wine without me?” Jane chirped and kindly you had offered your cup to her which she had happily took, “thank you.”

Gently, you smiled at the Sinclair woman before you had turned to face Jean. “Sir. Kirstein, meet Lady Jane, Lady Jane meet Sir. Kirstein,” you briefly introduced and kindly Jane had curtsied in front of Jean who had amiably beckoned his head at the introduction, truthfully, Jean hadn’t seem too interested in the conversation but the alcohol would make him speak to the Sinclair heir, you had used the introduction to seek out Levi who seemed to be walking on his own, his uncle Kenny must’ve been with your father.

“I’ll be coming right back,” you happily quavered before you had glided towards the dark-haired man who appeared to be patrolling the van Richesse manor. Surprised, Levi looked your way but hastily he had returned to his calmness. “I haven’t gotten the chance to speak to you,” you truthfully sounded out and with the raise of both of his eyebrows, Levi had agreed.

“The two of us can go to a more private place,” you blandly offered and with the smug look on the Ackerman’s face you had grabbed onto his right wrist and mildly dragged him along.

“You’re eager to take me to a private place,” Levi dryly mocked and when you twisted your neck to look at him, you gave him a look that sent him into a quick and gentle chuckle.

Just as you made it near your quarters, you had pulled your arms behind your back, your hand wrapped around your wrist while you carefully examined the man in front of you. “You seemed interested in the conversation you had with Sir. Argent,” Levi mentioned and immediately you furrowed your eyebrows.

“Don’t play with me,” you curtly muttered and amused, Levi held back a smile. “I was not interested with what he had to say to me, because it was all about marriage.”

“Well, you’re the Realm’s Diamond,” the Ackerman reminded and with a limited annoyance, you had nodded your head at the reminder, sometimes you wished you weren’t such a prized trophy, maybe that would’ve made Sir. Argent leave you alone. “The entire realm wants to be my suitor, aside from you.”

Humoured, Levi arched his right eyebrow. “Are you dying for me to be your suitor?” Levi wittingly questioned and once more, you had sent him vicious eye darts.

As much as he was the stoic man, he couldn’t help himself but laugh at the expression she had on her face. “Well,” you had then clasped your hands, “it’s not like you came to the dinner to see me. You have business with my father but it seems like your uncle Kenny is the one actually having the meetings.”

Caught red-handed, Levi quickly glanced at you, and with the upper-hand, you had walked towards him, your body pressed against his. “I know that you’ve been coming over to see me, using meetings with my father as an excuse to come here, I wonder how many times you had pestered Kenny to have a meeting with my father so you can take a good look at me,” you sublimely whispered and gently, you had raised your fingers against his collars, using your gentle strength to pull him in closer.

“You caught me,” Levi muttered, “so what are you going to do about it?” He ideally challenged and as a response, you had pulled him into a kiss, vehement, Levi had kissed you back, his lustful embrace fierce and stormy.

Slowly, you had led him into your room, blindly aware of your surroundings that you hadn’t had to pull away from him to be knowledgeable of where you were, but the moment you had entered the room, you had pulled back from him, your hands tight around his clothing.

“Become my suitor,” you whispered and kissed him once more, thoughtful about the entire situation, Levi had led you to your bed, his hands had worked to pull down your undergarment, eager to touch the pearl between your legs.

Apprised that you were damp and drenched, the man used his two right fingers to swirl his digits around your clit and shakingly you had moaned against his lips, his body had hovered above yours, your back comfortably against your cot as Levi had passionately worked his fingers against your pussy.

“Fuck,” he whined at your warmth, his fingers having a mind of its own as it desperately slipped inside of you, quickly, you had gasped at the wild entrance, your hips had rolled in sync with his fingers that had moved inside you.

Your eyes tight shut as you held onto his coat jacket which you had then helped peel off his body. You had whimpered against his lips as you had felt your body tingle against his touch, unconsciously you had begun to hungrily hump for your climax, your movements animal-like; the kiss you had shared with Levi transformed into a moment of heaviness as you had felt his body press against yours, your body had twitched during the moment of its climatic intoxication and there it was, the orgasm you had wildly chased against his fingers.

Eventually, you had shuddered and leaned back as you had watched Levi gravely pull down his trousers which had then revealed his thick and girthy cock that had heaved out, the tip of his cock red and keen to your warmth, as a consequence, Levi had hovered over you again, his kisses against your lips hungrier and intense as he had pushed his shaft into your body.

Intoxicated, you had moaned at his meatiness, your legs wrapped around his waist as he began his strokes slowly, you had felt yourself stretch, surprised that his size was indefinitely abundant. Lewd, you had bit down on your bottom lips as you had felt the man pick up the pace, his face in the crook of your neck as he began to thrust his hips forward, the sac of his cock which had loudly slapped against your buttocks had been swollen, desperate to unleash its load.

Stubborn, you had rolled on top of him, his cock still big inside you, adamant to ride him, you had your hand pressed against his chest, your eyes lustful as you had begun to slowly bounce against him, your hips had rolled forwards in pleasure as you had taken it upon yourself to continue to ridge against the man as if you were a lioness in heat.

Vulgar you had pulled your face down to him while the largeness of his hand had slid up to your buttocks, without shame he had given them a pleasant squeeze as he allowed you to fuck his cock like the beast you were, he had observed how you had pulled off the rest of your garments to expose the plumpness of your breast and the view of the rest of your body had caused the man to shakingly moan.

The way his eyes became small in submission to your lustful ambition, he had then wrapped his muscled arms around your waist and took it upon himself to hump his hips upwards. “[Y/N!” Levi had moaned out, his eyes closed as the two of you had actively fucked each other, promptly, you had wrapped your hands around your breast and massaged them to stimulate yourself more.

“Right there Levi!” You cravingly cried out, your voice high as you had felt the tip of his cock continuously hit the good area of your cunt, ardently, your pussy had squeezed around him, longing to climax around him but dogged, you had kept it away from unleashing.

Gently you had shuddered as Levi had obsessively fucked his cock into your pussy, his girth wet in your folds and his emotions determined and wilful. “Be my suitor!” You cried out, you had lightly licked his ear, inflexible on your choice, “I can always be yours if you allow yourself to be mine,” you lustfully whimpered and drunken with crave, Levi whimpered at your warmth and wetness, your heat over-whelming for him he had resisted the urge to cry out.

“I’ll be yours! All yours!” He breathed out just as he unleashed his hot and thick semen inside you, and relieved you had eventually allowed yourself to climax around him, sapped, you had eventually fell against him, content with your successful assignment.

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[xycuro-illuminati]

Here I am making another one of these whatsapp memes sorry for partying rocking.

[elmundoestahechodefrasesyletras]

No entiendo el amor. No tiene ningún sentido. Supongo que las amistades son un poco más fáciles.

[jamesrodayrodriguezpresents]

The gang (minus Tim) at the Tears For Fears gig, Hollywood Bowl, LA, 2 August 2023

(x,x,x)

[adamwatchesmovies]

The Ugly Truth (2009)

The Ugly Truth is a waste of time. It brings nothing new or fresh or innovative to the romantic comedy genre. The writing is poor. The stars have little chemistry. The plot so predictable you can set your watch to it. Worst of all, there isn't a single laugh within its 96-minute running time. Movies like this are the reason so many people say they hate rom-coms.

Morning show TV producer Abby Richter (Katherine Heigl) is astonished when Mike Chadway (Gerard Butler) is hired to do a segment on her show. Rude, cynical, sexist, and shallow, he’s everything Abby hates. When a piece of advice he gives her seems to work on Abby’s hunky neighbour (Eric Winter), she begins to warm up to Mike.

This movie is pathetic. You’re tempted to leave angry, but why? Why should you pour energy towards this movie when no one working on it did? You know exactly what’s coming the second Abby calls into Mike’s show and angrily tells him he’s wrong for believing what he does about men and women. We’ve all seen the rule of bad romantic films play out like this before. “If two people hate each other, it means they’re destined to fall in love”. To a degree, it's what we come to see but it'd be nice if there was at least the illusion of innovation. If the first words they exchange aren’t enough, just look at Mike's competition for Abby's heart. Sure doctor Colin is handsome but what’s his personality? He has none. There are no scenes where he and Abby have a heart-to-heart. The closest is an awkward baseball game gag - one of the many moments that would NEVER happen in real life - and a romantic evening in the woods that looks uncannily like a car commercial because we don't hear anything that's said. By comparison, Abby and Mike share the same thoughts about bottled vs. tap water. How could he compete?

If the total lack of chemistry between everyone doesn’t turn your heart to dust, the film’s attitude will. "Ugly" is right and with no grasp on reality either. When you get down to it, Mike’s advice is correct most of the time (at least when it comes to the people he interacts with) so what lesson are we supposed to draw from The Ugly Truth? That men care about nothing but appearances, think about nothing but sex and that if you’re not fit to have your picture on the cover of a fashion magazine you’ll die alone, surrounded by cats? The story is so misogynist it makes all of your goodwill towards it melt like a box of chocolates rocketed into the sun. And yet, the film isn’t even THAT R-Rated. You see one behind but there’s no nudity otherwise and nothing Mike says compares to anything we heard in 2007’s Superbad.

If you’re determined to give this movie a chance, save yourself some time. Just go ahead and watch the worst (and most memorable) scene, a sequence in which Abby accidentally wears remote-controlled vibrating underwear to a fancy dinner. If within your DNA the mutant gene that allows human to pass through the floor lays dormant, this is just the trauma you’ll need to trigger it. And this script was written by three women? Are we sure they’re not aliens?

The Ugly Truth is not a wholly forgettable bad film, which actually works in its favor. If you have the misfortune of sitting through it, you'll always remember to discourage anyone else from seeing it and there's no way you'll ever watch it more than once. (May 8, 2020)

[jjkeremika]

Attack on Titan men walk in on you touching yourself…

pairing: Eren x reader, jean x reader, levi x reader, armin x reader, erwin x reader, colt x reader (aot, snk)

all fem!reader

***nsfw*****

Eren:

“What are you doing?” Eren asked knowingly. You were startled, you didn’t even hear him enter the cabin. You were supposed to be alone for a few hours.

When you looked up at him he was staring at you, squinting. You quickly removed your fingers from inside yourself and sat upright.

He took a couple steps forward, his shadow casting a cold over you. “Wait, why did you stop?”

The sudden switch from brain function made your thoughts stutter. “B-Because you’re right here,”

“I just didn’t expect you to…” He stared directly at your crotch, his pupils dilating, “Be here. But you’re free to continue.” He didn’t turn away.

You smirked and drew your toe up your calf to your knee, then traced your other hand along your collarbone, then let it fall to caress your own boob. “Just like you’re free to watch?” You pinched your own nipple.

He gulped, accentuating the muscles in his neck and chest, and reached his hand to his pant fastener. “And free to touch myself.”

Jean:

He’d pressed his ear up to the side of the door when he’d heard strained noises from the room adjacent. Jean’s eyes just about doubled in size when he registered that it was you inside, and the noises you were making were not out of pain, but out of pleasure.

He bit his lip and immediately dropped his palm to his crotch, pushing down to will for his now heavy erection to go away. Jean panicked when he’d heard noises coming in the hallway, new recruits reporting for their shift, he couldn’t risk them seeing him like this.

Or you. He couldn’t have them possibly hearing or seeing you in this compromising position. He had to warn you. It was the right thing to do.

You were mildly startled by Jean’s entrance, but the euphoric daze from having just come was at its peak which made it difficult to process. You smiled blissfully as Jean approached you, still laying flat against the table, arms sprawled out.

“Hey, Jean,” you greeted, “I’m very happy to see you right now.” You winked, your pulse kicking back up again, your stomach leaping at the possibility.

He smirked and climbed onto the chairs and table to lean over you. “You are so fucking loud,” he said quietly. Jean placed his long hand over your mouth and pressed his nose to your neck. “Now… Be a good girl and stay quiet.”

Levi:

If you couldn’t see the tented fabric at the crotch and the tensed muscles in his neck, you would’ve thought he was unphased.

“You’re doing it wrong,” he said roughly, staring directly at where your fingers entered the glistening muscles. You watched him lick his lips. “Tilt your fingers more,” he instructed.

You anchored your foot and lifted yourself off the mattress slightly, adjusting the angle of your fingers inside your already wet pussy.

He stalked over to you, stopping at the foot of the bed, for once looking down on you, his eyes fixed on where you kept moving your fingers. “And you’re making a mess,” he commented, watching the sheet soak up your fluid.

He groaned from frustration (mostly sexual) and grabbed a towel, fluffing it out before ordering you to sit up slightly and draped the towel down.

It wasn’t as soft as the mattress but if it made him happy… “What should I do next, Captain?”

Armin:

“Ah, Ar-Armin!” you moaned his name loudly as he entered the small room, his name slipping into the moan from touching just the right spot.

He stood in the doorway, leaving it open but mostly blocked by his shadow. You hadn’t realized he was as tall as he was. “Oh, hey, are you okay?” You shivered from the slight chill of the hall.

At first he didn’t notice, oblivious to your hands in your pants. Then his eyes trailed down you, like he was assessing you, and you watched the red blush form across his face and noticed his increased breathing.

The ache to touch yourself was heightened from being caught, the blood and adrenaline racing to be at the tip of your finger. At the tip of his finger.

He entered the room and quietly closed the door, his expression unreadable in the dark, but his voice was as comforting and soft as always, a stark contrast from his less-than-pure question, “How can I help?”

Erwin:

The urge to be feel yourself in his office chair was too overwhelming. The air thickly held onto his scent, permeating your nose and convincing your mouth to salivate.

One hand held onto his chair tightly while the other dipped between your legs. You closed your eyes.

You startled at the sudden sound of a deep voice, thick with restrained need. “Now… what do we have here?”

You shot your eyes open and there stood Erwin, standing tall, towering over you, looking down on you with a wanting smirk.

He noticed your hand stopped moving. “Oh, you didn’t have to stop.” He bent down so that he was leaning on one knee, almost at eye contact from your seat in the chair. He was so long.

He confidently placed his hand on your thigh, making eye contact, and slowly inched it towards your hip. “Sit and relax,” he said thickly, warmly, his eyes flickering between his hand and your eyes as it nears your crotch, “Let me take care of you.”

Colt:

The barnyard for the horses was supposed to be isolated today, but you forgot that Colt sometimes visits them during this time. So when he rounded the corner, your soft moans having drowned out his soft whistling, you both made eye contact and blushed.

You were sitting awkwardly on a barrel, one finger intimately gracing your clit. He was carrying a bucket of salt chips.

Despite having the open air to evaporate, the tension stayed near you two, and an unseen pull made it feel harder for him to walk away, like going against a taut rubber band.

He reached his hand out. “Do… Do you want a salt chip?” Colt asked cautiously, taking a couple steps forward.

You laughed, startled by the odd question, and some of the tension shake off. You sat more comfortably on the barrel. “Why would I want a salt chip?” you asked, still chuckling, but put your hand out anyway.

Colt eyed your hand, then flickered back to your eyes, and you noticed the shy blush he wore delicately, a slight sheen of sweat embracing his forehead.

He stepped forward and held the salt chip in his hand. “Open your mouth,” he said, then gestured with the chip like he were going to throw it.

You sighed lightly, amused by his antics and curious to see how his aim has improved. You opened your mouth and closed your eyes.

You reopened them when there was heat radiating directly in front of you, and there a Colt stood, having tossed the salt chip to the ground instead. You felt two fingertips on your tongue.

You closed your mouth, lightly sucking on his fingers. He used his other hand to separate your thighs and stepped between your legs, letting his free hand then lightly caress your upper thigh.

[exoahgasebby]

here’s just a lil snippet of what came to my brain early this morning. genuinely curious to see if anyone can guess the pairing correctly 👀

also i’m v aware it’s a lil rough - this is my rough draft.