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Illegal (Part 4)- Park Jimin Racer!AU

Originally posted by gotmeolk

Genre: Fluff/ Comedy/ Angst

Pairing: JiminxReader

Word count: 6.000k

Summary: During your staying in your grandmother’s house you meet Jimin and discover the night life that’s beyond the calm appearence of the town.

No, you were almost certain that you didn’t hear her right. You must have been so focused looking at Jimin that you completely misunderstood what she had said.

“Y/N, are you there?” She asked, waving her hand in front of your face.

“Uhm… y-yeah.” You said, a bit nervous.

You looked at Jimin and then back at her again.

They were both very pretty, there was no way of denying that, and that they would also look good together, not to mention that Peyton had been Jimin’s first crush, so there was, without any doubt, something between the two of them.

However, Yoongi’s words wouldn’t stop echoing in your head, and you desperately wanted to hold onto them and hoped that they were true.

“I-I…” You tried to speak but the words didn’t want to get out. It was like each letter would tangle itself on your tongue and you just couldn’t set them free.

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blinkwithyoureyes  asked:

25. "I'd like it if you stayed."

Supercat + 025:  "I’d like it if you stayed.

“Just think,” Winn said, motioning out to the party, “If you take J’onn’s offer and join me at the DEO full time, this could be our last Catco charity benefit party ordeal.”

 “You never know,” Kara said through a mouthful of food, “We might get invited next year.”

“Oh yeah, sure,” Winn snorted, “Kara, if I weren’t your plus one, I wouldn’t be at this one.”

Kara had discussed the possibility of her leaving with Cat the day before, who’d seemed a little too nonchalant about it for Kara’s liking. Cat’s non-reaction felt almost like being shoved right out the door. Kara frowned, thinking about the way Cat had flippantly waved her hands and told Kara to ‘do whatever she thought was best.’ Kara had really only been considering it because Catco had felt… different, especially now that she didn’t get to see Cat every day. All she’d really wanted was some sort of promise that things didn’t have to change. But that seemed out of the realm of possibility now.

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So, I keep seeing trailers for 47 Meters Down and I’m so sick of the media demonizing sharks so I wrote a little thing to vent

“Dude, this is total bullshit!” Stiles spat, waving his hand at the TV screen. There was a trailer playing, advertising a new summer blockbuster. “Sharks aren’t inherently evil! They just have bad eyesight!”

For the past few minutes, Stiles had been ranting and raving about the movie the trailer was advertising for. Derek hadn’t really been paying attention to the TV, halfway through the book in his lap, but he registered that the movie involved people trapped in a shark cage and bloodthirsty great whites.

He had only raised his head and set his book down when Stiles launched into his tirade about the demonization of sharks in the media. He cited Jaws a few times, along with a handful of other unrealistic shark movies including the one featuring an actor who looked almost identical to Boyd.

“Did you know that the author of Jaws said he regretted it when people started killing sharks left and right?” Stiles inquired, turning his head to look at Derek with incredulity written all over his face. “It’s such fucking bullshit!”

He whipped his head around to look back at the TV where another commercial had taken the place of the shark movie trailer. “Don’t even get me started on shark culling.”

Derek didn’t. But Stiles continued his diatribe anyway, “There’s approximately seventeen shark attacks a year. But a hundred million sharks are killed every year. And for what?! Soup! Fucking soup!”

He folded his arms over his chest with a huff, settling back against the couch cushions as he glared at the shampoo commercial on the TV screen. Clearly, he was still upset about the shark movie that would be swimming into a theater near him in just a few days.

“Humans are the fucking worst. I don’t know how you put up with us,” Stiles grumbled under his breath, narrowing his eyes. “Sharks are fucking awesome. They’re just doing their best.”

Silence fell over them for a moment. Derek broke it by announcing, without preamble, “I love you.”

Stiles’ double take was downright comical as he jumped in his seat and turned his head like an owl to gawk at Derek. His mouth gaping open, Stiles blinked a few times and demanded, “Wait, what?”

“I love you,” Derek repeated, closing his book and setting it off to the side on the coffee table. He slipped off his reading glasses and placed them atop the book.

“Yeah, but why?” Stiles prompted incredulously, leaning forward expectantly. He chewed his bottom lip as he waited for Derek’s response.

“Because you’re amazing,” Derek explained succinctly. “Because you’re so passionate about everything and anything. Because you jump to the defense of sharks even though you’re terrified of them.”

“Oh,” Stiles answered, mulling over Derek’s words for a moment. Glancing at his boyfriend through his lashes, Stiles leaned closer and murmured, “Any other reasons you love me?”

Barking out a laugh, Derek pulled Stiles into his arms. “Because you’re smart and funny and loyal and give great head.”

It’s been a week since Bellamy and the others landed on Earth. The moment she saw him, she wanted to run to him and fling her arms around him. Like that time so many years ago —  a lifetime ago. But for some reason, she couldn’t. 

She stood there silently behind the trees, watching him from afar, as Echo walked up to him. They stood so close to each other. 

Clarke smiled bitterly. 

He looked different. Older. Calmer. Stronger. More dangerously handsome than she recalled. It must be the beard, she thought.

“Is that them?”

Madi’s excited voice startled her. Before Clarke could stop her, the girl ran past, waving her hands above her head. 

Clarke ran after her.

“Madi, wait!”

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“You don’t want to go in there.”

The wandering magician looks at the bathroom, then at me.

“Jay informed me that he exfoliated last night.”

“Ah. Not a problem.”

“Jay. Dead skin cells.”

“If Jay could exfoliate, he would have before. And we’d know about it.”

“He might have tried to learn how.”

“Point.” The magician opens the door with a wave of his hand. Nothing tries to kill us.

This might turn out to be a sane morning.


“Won’t you give a little hint of who you like so far?” the genie persisted.

“Why?” Adam demanded “I’m already at a disadvantage in this. Why would I tell you anything?”

“Tsk tsk” Micah grinned leaning against the fireplace “such a distrusting soul.”

“You and the people like you made me this way” Adam growled standing up “if you’ll excuse me I’m tired…”

“Yes of course” the genie waved a hand dismissively “go mingle. Get to know everyone.” When Adam reached the door he added “I’ll be watching.”


You both landed on the money!

#iatwaa is indeed It’s a Tall World After All (super proud of that play on words, not gonna lie XD), and definitely a ride from start to finish!

I’ll add it to the FAQ in a bit. For now, you’ve earned a sneak peek!

“Wait, what?” she muttered aloud, squinting closer at the opening while the kid knelt by the cabinet. He lowered his hand to the ground and … Oh my God!

There were two guys just casually standing on a hand the size of a goddamn truck. As Emmy watched, they stepped onto the floor and walked along the wall like it was the most normal act in the world. They didn’t even stumble.

“Well, what?!” Olive hissed, suddenly right behind Emmy. Emmy waved her hand absently, eyes fixed on the pair of them. They were moving a lot faster now, one of them trailing a hand along the wallpaper.

They were a foot away when she realized it and backed up, colliding with Olive. The two women scrambled for a moment before backing towards the opposite side of the wall with the others. Emmy’s eyes never left the thin opening.

She held her breath along with everyone else, and, as a group, the wary shrinking victims huddled farther back when the entrance flew open and revealed two silhouettes entering their hiding place, almost like they knew it was there.

She broke the silence. They were only about a foot away, all told. Those guys would have found them eventually. Emmy, who’d been there the longest, stood as tall and steady as she could, and said “Wh-who the hell are you? " 

anonymous asked:

Continuations of post/161683309130/ ? Eve persuades those who volunteered to wake Elsword up to leave it to her, only her.

“What are you doing?” Eve asked as Rena started towards the stairs.  The elf paused to look over her shoulder.

“Waking up Elsword,” she responded.  “You’ve been doing it a lot lately; I wanted to give you a break.”

“There’s no need.”  Eve tossed Moby into the air and stood up.  The little drone squeaked as it caught itself, then zoomed to her side.  “I have no problem with waking him.  Please, allow me.”

Rena waved her hands.  “You don’t have to be polite-”

“I am not being polite.  I will get even less polite if you intend to stop me from waking Elsword myself.”

Eve ignored Rena’s stunned look and swept for the stairs, eager to study Elsword’s sleeping face once more.

Connor of Westfall

Robar let out a small sigh. “My lord… Bringing in a prisoner, now? Don’t you think the other men will question it?”

Darsa was looking out the window of his office. Through it he saw the plague infested land of the Glades, but instead of being appalled by it, he found it to be the one thing to bring peace to his mind. “It’s Nic’s kid. Family still gets protected… What do we have for him?”

Looking over his shoulder to Robar the thin man shifted in his seat and pulled out the paperwork. “His name will be Connor, no last name cause he’s a bastard.” Looking up at Darsa he shrugged innocently. “Could use Noman?”

Originally posted by psicomana

“Connor of Westfall, that way he can use any of his old life as a bolster to his fake life.” Darsa waved his hand. “Why did he get locked up?”

Robar picked up a paper. “Boy did breaking an’ entering with his wolf ‘Clove’, the dog is also being brought here as the warden could not separate the boy form it, that shift of guards will remember vividly that the wolf nearly ripped some of them apart. He was given to us in a plea because the Warden doesn’t know how to take care of a wolf and boy such as that. I will have fake identification for him and when the time comes for him to be here I will personally implant the memories in the guard and the warden.”

“Fucking with peoples minds is dangerous.” Darsa said in a slightly warning way.

Looking up at Darsa Robar shook his head. “Please, that posh warden has been flirting with me for months, he’s going to be easy to leave that kind of memory. You want the boy safe?”

Robar knew Darsa would need the boy safe. As far as Stonebrill was concerned Nic’s children were the only things keeping Lord Carrington sane.

“Aye.” The rogue sighed. “Also.. I’m trying to convince Da to move up here too… Maybe him and, Connor, can do some shooting together. Connor is allowed anywhere, but with Moonie. Boy doesn’t need to know about torture.”

“Said and done m’lord.” Robar slowly put this papers together and shook his head. “The men are preparing stun bombs for the demons, also making knock out gas as well. Everyone gets a gas mask, we’ll be making one for ‘Clove’ as well. If the ‘demons’ attack, we’ll knock them out un collar them and see if we can free them.”

Darsa scoffed. “Who would of thought I’d be the one to use humane ways to deal with this?”

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“You were a street cook once. Drugs have always been your thing.” Robar got up from his chair. “Thus far they haven’t noticed the castle, at least from what we can tell. If Shadow won’t mind, I would ask if her forsaken spies could keep watch for the ‘demons’. To see if they come close to here or not. Being in the caves we’re clueless to what’s going on outside.”

Nodding Darsa looked back out of the window. “I’ll call her in a bit. Make sure when you implant those memories that they are iron clad. Connor might end up being the designated survivor if shit falls apart.”

That was a heavy burden.. but one Robar knew he could take on. “Rest M’lord… Moonie will be in shortly to show you the gas he created.”

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daddariossmile  asked:

#waving his mickey mouse hands and giraffe arms like gET AWAY

LISTEN CECI okay idk how it all went down but Matt probably saw the freaking bee and went all Molly Weasley on it and probably almost smacked the interviewer and Harry cause he was waving his long gangly arms in the air and shouting and Harry was probs like Mateo please and Matt was like lEAVE US ALONE

I love every taako

Dunno if i should do more of those…

One week until the con! Chibis for stickers. I had to adapt my chibi style heavily since my usual kind of half chibi-ish style doesn’t fit small stickers. So this will have to do.