Gray Boxes Instead of Photos on Text Posts Update II
It looks like the gray boxes are here to stay, so I’ve written a simple extension called “Auto Load Images”, now available on the extension gallery, that loads the photos without you clicking on them first.
“Screw writing “strong” women. Write interesting women. Write well-rounded women. Write complicated women. Write a woman who kicks ass, write a woman who cowers in a corner. Write a woman who’s desperate for a husband. Write a woman who doesn’t need a man. Write women who cry, women who rant, women who are shy, women who don’t take no shit, women who need validation and women who don’t care what anybody thinks. THEY ARE ALL OKAY, and all those things could exist in THE SAME WOMAN. Women shouldn’t be valued because we are strong, or kick-ass, but because we are people. So don’t focus on writing characters who are strong. Write characters who are people.”
Inspired by this. (x)
I am attracted to the idea
of your lips
exploring my body
as if it were a map
and you kept getting lost
Her heavy breathing mingles with the rustle of sheets. Though his warmth disappears from above her, his touch isn’t idle; She squirms as the slow trail of his fingers return to grazing her thigh, and she holds back the laughter that threatens to errupt at the tickle his soft touch ignites.
"Tony," She cries, unable to curb her reaction, and his low chuckle echoes her own as he moves back up her body, kisses following his path up her stomach. She helps him unfold the sheets around his head, and his pleased expression greets her at last in a tangle of cotton.
She molds her body to him, sliding a bare leg between his own, and he’s still grinning as he settles his head beside her own on the pillow.
"Proud of yourself?" Ziva smoothes her thumb against the stubble of his jaw, and his grins stretches against her palm. He leans forward to capture her lips deeply, humming in approval as her mouth parts, yielding to his.
"I’ve always liked that tattoo." He murmurs while pulling back, a mischievous glint in his eye, and the hand he’d tangled in her curls glides back down her body, disappearing once more under the sheets surrounding them.
I’ve been following some of you so long I’m so attached to you I don’t even care what you post anymore I just enjoy your presence and personality thanks for being so rad even though I don’t talk to a lot of you yeah this post just got 10 times creepier ok bye
i just wait until i have entirely too much homework and then write instead of do any of it :p