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xxhorace: Kate Winslet

xxhorace:

Kate Winslet

widchadidcha: callmedawgz: gay-hopeless-romantic: The U.S. in…

widchadidcha:

callmedawgz:

gay-hopeless-romantic:

The U.S. in a gif series.

Pls keep reblogging this till this become a classic tumblr post , because it needs to be

I would fully support a school or college student walking into a class waving a dildo ….. dildo or gun …. DILDO EVERYDAY AND TWICE ON SUNDAY!!

Clair(e)voyance

notevenjokingfic:

3.1

He felt her slow touch down his spine. 

“Again?” he mumbled, sleepily,  “God, Woman, let me rest a bit, aye?”

“Ooooh, was I too rough on you the last time?” she whispered, running a hand over his hip and between his legs.

Jamie stopped her hand, gently removed it.  

“Oh,” he chuckled, “I’m fine wi’ a bit of rough, it’s just…that’s twice already…I feel dehydrated.”

She laughed at that.  A full belly laugh in the night’s stillness.  The sound sliced through the bedroom like moonlight piercing darkness. 

Luminescent. 

Celestial.

Sorcha.  

The key had changed everything.  

At first he was reluctant to use it.  She gave of herself so cautiously that he didn’t want her to regret it.  Didn’t want to come on too strong.  Over time, it became easier.  Natural.  Expected.  He started leaving a change of clothes.  A toothbrush.  Shaving kit.  More clothes.

Now he had more of his stuff at her place than his own.  

And she didn’t seem to mind. 

It wasn’t easy earning Claire’s trust.  There could be no secrets.  No lies.  No time for questions to form in her mind.

In the past six months their relationship had grown, flourished, became stronger.  Claire had grown, flourished and became stronger.  She was less anxious.  Less guarded.  A more confident lover.  

Sensual.  

Provocative. 

And every day he loved her more than he did the day before.

He rolled to his side gathering her close.  She nestled against him, her perfect round arse wedged tight against his groin.  Her breast resting heavy in his hand.  He kissed her shoulder, tasting the saltiness of her skin.  She was warm and supple and smelled like sex.  Closing his eyes he balanced on the edge of sleep.

“Ye love me, aye?” he said, softly.

“You love me, too” he heard her say before he slipped into unconsciousness. 


Chief Inspector John Grey rose from his chair and quickly stepped around his desk.

“So good to see you, Sir.  Welcome!”  He offered a hand to the older man. 

The Deputy Commissioner was a man of wealth, privilege and influence.  He was also Second in Command of the London Metropolitan Police.  As a favour to John’s father, he had given his best friend’s son a glowing recommendation when he joined the Academy.  Later, he helped John win promotion after promotion.  

He owed this man his career.  And was never allowed to forget it.

John turned his attention to the young woman standing just behind her father.  His eldest daughter was with him now.  John had met her on various occasions and his opinion of her rarely changed.  

Proud.  Privileged.  Conceited.  She was all feminine wiles and no warmth.  Quite the opposite of her sister, actually.  

“Good to see you, as well,” John stretched out a hand to her.  

She took it with a forced smile.  

“Now, John,” the older man said sternly,  “No Vice, and no Homicide.  I won’t have my daughter working those cases, and not with those types of cops.”

“I understand, Sir,” John said, cutting a glance at the petite, dark haired woman.  

He smiled at her as warmly as he could.  “I understand you are an expert in Identity Theft?”  

“Cyber Crime,” she replied, voice haughty.  “Not just identity theft, but fraud of any kind.  If it’s done on a computer, I can solve it.”

How modest, John thought.  I can already tell she’ll be a pain in my arse. 

He turned his attention back to his boss.  “Rest assured, Sir, I’ll have her assigned to the right department, working with the right people.”

They shook hands again, and the Deputy Commissioner departed without a look in his daughter’s direction. 

“Please, sit down,” John said, indicating a chair in front of his desk.  “Let me just make a quick call and we’ll get you sorted in Cyber Crime.”

“I prefer something else,” she said, her large brown eyes pinned on him.

John offered a tight smile, “And I prefer to obey my superior.”

As he made the call she looked around the busy precinct.  Officers were beginning to arrive.  She could hear the faint hum of conversation, watched as men carried coffee mugs and files, checked cell phones, booted up computers.  

Middle aged men. Sloppy.  Shoddy.  Tired.  With bad suits and worse hair.  Honestly, what was I thinking?  Give me a computer, a nice office with some young, hot, twenty somethings like myself, and let me go to work.  I thought I wanted something more exciting, but not if I have to spend time with these geriatrics.

And then the main door opened. 

“Who’s that?” she asked, sitting up straight.  

John looked through the glass that surrounded his office to the busy room of officers.  It took him a moment to locate her target.  

His breath caught.

No.

No fucking way.

“It doesn’t matter. Whomever he is, he’s homicide.”

“I don’t care what Father says, that’s what I want,” she announced firmly.  Then she shook her head slightly and said, “I mean, he looks like someone I could learn from.  What’s his name?”

John grit his teeth so hard his jaw popped.

“I said, no, Geneva.”

sherrigamblin: importantbasementmiracle: widchadidcha: On the…

sherrigamblin:

importantbasementmiracle:

widchadidcha:

On the 16th of April it will be Semicolon Day. Every year my family draw a semicolon on our wrists, some have had their semicolon tattooed. Why do we do this? Let me tell you a bit about my family.

I was diagnosed with major depressive illness, panic disorder and OCD, I can’t remember a time when I didn’t have them. I do not self harm, but I have been suicidal many times. As my mental illness is genetic, it has been passed onto 2 of my 3 children. My husband and our youngest son do not have it.

My son was diagnosed when he was 8 years old with major depressive illness, anxiety disorder and ADHD. He does not self harm, but has been suicidal many times and has had many attempts at trying to end his life.

My daughter was also 8 years old when she was diagnosed with major depressive illness, anxiety disorder, OCD and ADHD. She does self harm. She also has been suicidal many times and has had many attempts to take her life.

For the 3 of us it is a lifetime illness. We keep in regular contact with our psychiatrists, who manage the variety of medications we take. We also see our psychologists regularly, my kids see theirs every fortnight. We have found that any longer in between visits and things can start rolling down that hill.

I do not want or need your sympathy, pity or anything along those lines. We are fine, we do not feel we have been given a bum deal in life. We are totally accepting of the hand we have been dealt. We deal with it the best way we can and get on with it. The 3 of us have relapsed too many times to count, but that’s how mental illness rolls. Having said that, we could not do this on our own, we need the help of our mental health teams.

We refuse to live under the seriousness or the heaviness of the subject of mental illness. We laugh, joke and poke fun at ourselves and each other all the time. My husband and I have raised our kids to talk openly about it and not to be ashamed or hide it. We have tried to prepared them that they may encounter people who are not open to the subject or to them. We have instilled in them that if they do encounter those people, they are the ones with the issue and it’s theirs to deal with not yours. We refuse to perpetuate the stigma attached to mental illness.

 My daughter is the one out of us that has been bullied, discriminated against, had insensitive and inappropriate comments said to her, and not one of these from a child. Yep, all from adults, and educated adults that knew her history. She didn’t get to finish and graduate high school as I was asked to not bring her back in the new year. Her high school considered this kid that consistently made A’s and B’s too much work. It was too much work to give the extra support that they were required to provide. Worse still, the principle did not want the name of his school associated with a student with mental illness who was currently having a relapse.

Why am I tell you all of this? I want people wherever you live in the world to be aware and educate themselves about mental health. Not only in general but especially kids with mental illness. They need and deserve some understanding. I want people to have conversations with their children, I want teachers to start dialogues with their students. I want discussions about tolerance, acceptance, understanding and support. I want to encourage people to speak up, to tell their story. I want to raise awareness.

What do I want from you? To reblog and get the message out. To start having those conversations, raising awareness and educate. To talk about the negative and the positive sides of living with mental illness. Thank you all for taking the time to read this.

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ON APRIL 16, 2018

EVERYONE WHO IS FEELING SUICIDAL,

STRUGGLING WITH MENTAL ILLNESS,

LIVING WITH ANXIETY AND/OR DEPRESSION,

SELF HARMING,

SURVIVING A BROKEN HEART,

OR LEARNING TO LIVE WITHOUT A LOVED ONE,

DRAW A SEMICOLON ON YOUR WRIST.

A SEMICOLON REPRESENTS A SENTENCE THE AUTHOR COULD’VE ENDED, BUT CHOSE NOT TO.

THE AUTHOR IS YOU AND THE SENTENCE IS YOUR LIFE. 

Post
a picture of your semicolon,
Weather
it is drawn on your arm,
Or
tattooed, we want to see it.
 

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