While I happily indulge folks appreciating Asterios for his shy, gentle, flufflad nature…
We probably shouldn’t forget that when fighting or angry, he’s almost an entirely different person. He can keep his cool well enough, but Madness Enhancement’s a hell of a thing. ESPECIALLY when you’ve got pent up aggressions and a lot of lives on the line. We’re talkin’ Lu Bu, Herc, or Hijikata when talking about the Shinsengumi levels of rampaging here.
He’s every bit the Berserker you’d expect the goddamn Minotaur to be.
ok so let’s start here with this gif. We all like to laugh about this, right? How Adrien climbs his fucking rock wall to tackle Plagg out of the air? Shout out the small badass Adrien moment since he does this hard part of the wall like a goddamn spider monkey w/o any harnesses and shit?
well I was looking at a photo of Adrien’s room for reference and I noticed…something.
See how he’s climbing up? Directly up? Look at the angle of his body, he’s going directly up. But look at this from a different angle. See what’s directly below him?
That’s right it’s the fucking scoreboard. This kid HAD TO FIRST GET ACROSS HIS WALL, CLIMB ON THE SCORE BOARD, THEN UP ON tHE WALL. EXCEPT THERE AREN’T REALLY ANY FOOT HOLDS THERE.
what the fuck Adrien????
oh but wait. there’s more.
The purple arrow points to where he disappeared at. The green arrow is Plagg’s line of sight. Adrien somehow turned around up there (and the wall seems to be pretty flat against the wall) and fucking POUNCED on Plagg.
what the fuck, Adrien? You cat.
WAIT. IT GETS BETTER.
After pouncing on Plagg like a goddamn lion or some shit….he landed on the couch.
And casually as you fucking please. No bounce, no roll, no pain. Just plop.
EXCEPT HE WAS ON TOP OF THE RED PART OF THE ROCK WALL. WHICH MEANS….
FACTS: it’s 1,250 not thousands. LEGITIMATE REFUGEES not illegal OR immigrants. Fuck Trump. Fuck Trump and his outright misinformation. Fuck his dehumanising propaganda, fuck his sheer man-child tempered lack of diplomacy, fuck every goddamn piece of shit word that spews from the anus located where his mouth should be.
I’d say burn in hell but as I’m not religious I’ll go for the real world equivalent and say burn in a detention centre. Let’s put him in one and leave him there indefinitely.
What she means: Motherfucking Jesse Eisenberg Jesus Christ fuck dUde mother fuckinG facebook movie bullshit jesus can you fucking bElieve this shIt goddamn creator of facebook and fucking lawyers and shit right fucking winklevoss twins goddamn rowin the boat fuck yo shit I cant even fuckin believe this shit have you seen this shit Fuck I just watched this shit Fuck Jesse EisenberG man motherfucking spiderman spiderman you put in the time fuck put in the time motherfucking build sHit with his barE hAnDs fucking best friend shit jeSse Eisenberg I’m very tired No man I’ll just talk aBout the Facebook movie all day shit man you have to bE sO interested in the shit I have to say about the facebook movie fUck dude I just watched it a year and a half ago fuck Jesse Eisenberg man he fucked over spiderman crazy Winklevoss twins rowing Trent resin or did the soundtrack fuck this guy who invented facebook I don’t like dying I can’t think of who the fuck invented Facebook all I can think is the guy who played the guy who invented faceboOk Who the fuck invented Facebook
➾ warnings: incredibly filthy smut with no plot at all | cumplay | dirty talk | tit fucking | slight demeaning names/ name calling | face fucking | oral sex | unprotected sex
➾ summary: ceo!jimin takes it upon himself to discipline you when your attire doesn’t exactly adhere to HR regulations
➾ a/n: okay look this is just my excuse to write a ceo!jimin smut… i just felt like i owed him big time after what i did to him in instant gratification :”) i speed wrote this in a day and didn’t proofread whatsoever rip…
The clattering sounds of typing,
clicking and pages flipping lull you into a state of lethargy as your eyes
flutter half-shut in your cubicle. Having graduated as an arts major two years
ago, you’d never imagine being holed up with a mundane 9-5 office job that had
almost nothing to do with your major. But bills needed to be paid and rent had
to come from somewhere, so you find yourself trudging to work soulessly every
morning, day in day out.
“Hey, are you almost done with those
files I gave you this morning?” The voice of your co-worker Mingyu in the next
cubicle jolts you into awareness immediately.
What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I’m the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Marine Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.
A/N: This is all written with love for fan fic. I’m teasing, not putting it down in any way. Hope you enjoy! (Sorry, tag list is closed!) XOXO
“Reading anything good?” Dean asks.
Sam’s inside the gas station, picking up some snacks instead of listening to this conversation, so your face doesn’t feel the need to flush with embarrassment. Dean already knows exactly what you’re reading.
“I guess,” you tell him. No need to feed his ego by telling him how hot the story is.