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Imagine being the first and only girl in the Penetrators Russ bus.
Author’s note: Not requested. Also, not romantic. But if y'all like it, I can write a part two with some forbidden romance ;) so comment on this post if I should continue it.
Update: So the lovely Alyssa, aka @imyourliquor-youremypoison, rewrote my story, fixing the errors and making it less cringy to my beautiful readers. It’s the same story, but with beautiful words, I promise! Hahaha and go check Alyssa’s fics too, she has two about Chris and they’re incredible.
That Tortured Soul On The Drivers Side|| old man logan
So… the first time I had this nearly finished, my computer decided to crash. Let’s go.. Round 2!
Jist of prompt: You are in no need of a chauffeur, but that doesn’t stop you from calling on Logans services. Over time, you find yourself falling for the man on the drivers side and slowly manage to break past his defenses. When he comes to you looking for help with Laura, you find yourself unable to keep your secret anymore.
Coalescence is defined as the process of joining to form something or to bond, or the union of two things in one completely new and unique in which the original parts are still recognizable. It’s also the term used to describe the union of two galaxies.
Tags: Nessian College AU. A lot of feels.
A lot of bickering.
A lot of teasing. Song based. Sisters bonding. Attempted Sexual Assault. Rated mature due violence and sexual content.
The chair felt too cold, even with the balmy weather of spring. Her ears followed the sounds of many voices, unconsciously gathering the new informations about the case. Audiences from the Disciplinary Committee weren’t exactly a popular activity, but, apparently, everyone and anyone who cared about the College’s position in the national ranking of football decided to show up and take a good look by themselves.
Feyre sifted in her own chair for the millionth time, dragging her eyes from the spot Nesta has been staring since she entered the room. It was a neutral spot, right in front of the table the ‘judges’ would be reunited, the line between the dark carpet and the wooden floor, a safe spot that would help her to focus her attention in her hearing instead of her vision. If she was supposed to care, of course.
“Can you stop it?” Nesta spoke without looking at Feyre again, she could hear the sound of her sister chewing her nails.
“How are you not nervous? He can be expelled!” Her sister’s voice was colored with worry and it made her give her a small eyeroll.
“Why would I be?” The nonchalant tone was real enough that Feyre’s eyes shimmered with disbelief. She opened her mouth to reply, but the head of the Disciplinary Committee decided to approach her seat, bringing with her the football coach and two professors that Nesta didn’t know.
She felt him, even if her eyes were now checking the woman who held his fate in her bony hands. She had a dark, ebony hair, pulled tight in a bun, her clothes were black, from the blazer to her shoes and she seemed to be confident of her function. Good, Nesta admired strong women.
I was a little bit buzzed. Well, okay, I’ll admit, I had had a little more than I could take. But after the week I had, I sure as hell needed it. And besides, I had Jared and Shannon to watch my back, even if they were a bit shitfaced too.
I giggled, wrapping my arms around Shannon and swaying to the beat. I felt a chest come in contact with my back and I looked behind me to see Jared. He leaned down to whisper in my ear. “I got lonely.” He pouted.
somebody that i used to know (part 2) || old man logan
This is part II to Somebody That I Used To Know - back by popular demand! The way this is going.. you all are going to eat it up because it’ll probably be more then three parts.
Previously - You left Charles Xaviers School to restart somewhere new, far away from the man who held the remaining pieces of your heart. It’s now years later.. and he’s shown up on your door with a little girl and Charles Xavier. The question is… why?
Part II - Logan recants the Westchester Incident and why he’s on the run with Laura to you. The only problem with him being at your house for safe shelter is that he’s completely unaware of the reason why you really left the School - the only one who knows what you keep is the ninety year old telepath with crippling dementia.
If I didn’t make it clear in the last part, this ficlet takes place AFTER DOFP. I’m not entirely sure what the time gap is between DOFP and Logan.. but we’re just gonna roll with it.
Here’s my 1st try at a Wayhaught Fic ….Not my best but this fic idea had been bugging me and i wanted to get it finished to move on to write other ideas, Hopefully you folks like it and if you guys do let me know.
thing Nicole was aware of as she slowly came too from her deep sleep was a pain
in her head that grew the more she came back to consciousness and a queasiness
in her stomach. The sound of muffled voices and laughter filtering from
downstairs wasn’t helping the pain slicing through her skull either. She slowly
sat herself up against the headboard and looked around the room noting that she
was alone. Her foggy brain took in a room that she was quite familiar with but
wasn’t hers. ‘Waverly’ quickly came to mind as she tried to remember what had
lead up to her awaking in her girlfriend bedroom alone with a killer hangover.
her eyes and willed the pounding in her head to cease so she could remember
what had happened the night before. She remembers going to Shorty’s with some
of the other officers after her shift since it was one of their birthdays. They
had been a few rounds in when one of them started suggesting shots every time
someone wished the birthday boy a happy birthday……Which in a small town in
Purgatory generally everyone wanted to wish the birthday boy their best wishes,
and Nicole had a sneaking suspicion that when Doc caught on to what was
happening he was wishing him a happy birthday every chance he got just to see
the deputies get drunker and drunker. So naturally a few happy birthdays later
and Nicole was well on her way to alcohol poisoning.
When Spot woke up his head ached a little less and he had
vague memories of a church and lots of people looking at him and a taxi, but
now things were a little muddled. His
first thought was that he was still alone, because Race wasn’t there beside him
and his room still felt far too empty. But then the guy he’d been in love with
for as long as he could remember was leaning against the door jamb, sipping one
cup of coffee and holding another. There was a smile on his face that was
something between amusement and affection, and Spot could tell there was a
story he needed to hear.
“What did I…?” he tried, rubbing sleep from his
eyes and accepting the coffee he was offered.
Race grinned. He sat on the bed beside Spot and brushed a
thumb over his cheek. If there had ever been any doubt he was in love with this
boy, the stunt he’d pulled at the church that morning had entirely confirmed
take a sip every time they call out each others name trying to find each other eg: fight the future cornfield scene “MULDER!!!! SCULLY!! MULDERRRR!!! SCUUUALLLLAAAY!” (not every time they say each others name in casual conversation)
take a sip every time mulder and scully call each other on the phone and scully starts w “mulder, its me” cue: “where are you?” from either one of them
take a sip each time mulder and scully gaze at each other / wordlessly understand each other
take a sip every time mulder has a farfetched theory he pulled straight out of his ass and guesses right; cue: scully proceeding 2 roll her eyes so far back she can see her braincells dying
take a sip every time mulder and scully argue w/ skinner
take a sip each time krycek fucks up
take a sip each time one of them shows their badge / proves their identity / “agent mulder and scully fbi”
take a sip every time scully is typing up a report / field journal
take a sip each time mulder calls/meets up with/ sees an informant (deep throat, mr. X, well manicured man,…); this includes CSM
finish ur glass every time scully gets kidnapped/hurt/is the target of the guy theyre after
finish ur glass every time mulder runs away alone without warning scully and she has to save his musty ass
finish ur glass every time scully says “i’m fine, mulder”
finish your glass every time their computers do smth crusty 90s computer could not do
finish your glass when scully’s right
take a shot every time mulder touches crime scene evidence and brings it to his mouth
take a shot each time mulder sees supernatural shit and scully arrives too late
take a shot everytime scully fills in for any science related job ever ie: superscientist and overqualified scully knows everything there is to know about science ( x )
take a shot when mulder or scully says “believe” in whatever context
take a shot each time someone whos not mulder impersonates mulder and flirts w/ scully
take a shot each time there are insects involved in an xfiles.
take a shot every time samantha mulder is mentioned / a reference is made to her abduction
EDIT: the opening isnt included in the drinking game + my advice: dont go pure
pairing: jikook (side ships yoonseok & namjin + platonic!sunshine line) length: chaptered, ongoing genre: school au, enemies (kinda) to lovers, angst, smut, fluff, badboy!jungkook x shyboy!jimin rating: 16+
summary: jeon jungkook is everything jimin hates in the world: rude, manipulative, possessive, cruel - and, overall, a complete bad boy. after an awkward session of spin the bottle at a party jimin never wanted to go, the two become far too involved in each other’s lives, and jimin realises that he can use this to his advantage - maybe, he can finally get jungkook back for all the pain he’s caused. maybe, he can finally get revenge…
but, then again, jimin never expected to fall in love along the way.
Ahhhh can you please please please translate Amen if you have the time? ^^ your translations are super helpful for understanding Francesco's true genius!
Hi and sorry for such a late reply! It actually took me a while to reply to this requests because I know “Amen” is one of the most popular songs by Francesco, so I was sure there were already translations of it around. I found this one for you: lyricstranslate. Also, if you were specifically looking for an interpretation and critique of the song, dear @iacomary97 already did a wonderful one right in this post.
Anyway, I had fun trying my own translation so here it is: “Amen” by Francesco Gabbani from album “Eternamente Ora”.
not a professional translator so there might be some mistakes. I just
hope to convey the message of the song to non-Italian speakers.
Barbarians at the door hide the provisions, the spare coins under the tail, under the tail, under the tail
Organ traders and Vandal raids are in style, are in style, are in style
A mystic visionary at university told me utopia will save us Teetotallers in alcohol-induced comas from infelicity the mass has ended, sons: go in peace The wind loses strength, no dissent, everything falls silent again
Then go forward, people! Who believe in a miracle Let’s deal with this loss with an ‘amen’ (amen) From the wealthy with an ascetic look to the poor in spirit let’s forget everything with an ‘amen’ (amen) amen, amen
The athletic poise, the cosmetic treatment are in style, are in style, always in style
With the monk’s habit, the philosopher’s beard I move the tail, move the tail, swing of the tail
Jesus has become agnostic, killers converted some of them are already in scent of holiness The crowd is queueing up at the stores of uselessness The offer is already over, friends: go in peace The
wind loses strength, no dissent, everything falls silent again
(spoken part) Man fell asleep and in his dream he created the World There he lived in harmony with the sky’s birds and the sea’s fishes, earth spontaneously brought forth fruits in abbundance There were no war, no death, no illness, no suffering… … then he woke up
STORY SUMMARY: This is based on one of the prompts
for the microfiction contest. But seeing
as how I suck at writing short, here comes a one shot where the OC finds
herself in a bit of a mess after a drunken run-in the night before with the new
sexy professor who moved in next door.
STORY RATING: M
STORY WARNINGS/TRIGGERS/AUTHORS NOTES: Mature for
swearing and for hints at sexual content.
been some time since I wrote, so feedback would be the best thing ever! I hope
you enjoy it and that it translated from what I envisioned as funny in my head
I once said soldier is one easy forgot their anniversary,but second thought,I think engi is the one “mature” enough that don’t care about celebrate
anniversary anymore.soldier in my head more like a kid so he probably will remember the day and get excited by prepare gift or somethingXD
and here’s Rex’s lovely ffic,you can read it under cut
Rotting is the second album by Sarcófago. It was released in August 1989. Prior to recording, drummer D. D. Crazy left the band to join Sextrash, and M. Joker took over on drums.
The guitar recording has a peculiar method where the one guitar recording is played in both speakers with one having a slightly altered pitch to give the impression that two different guitars are playing precisely the same thing.
Clarke met Bellamy four years ago at the Christmas tree lot where he works during the holiday season. He’s gruff and standoffish at first, until she offhandedly references a show they both love while he’s helping with her tree.
He catches the reference, she’s impressed, and they fall into easy conversation after that. She’s kind of ridiculously into him, and pretty sure he’s into her too, until she realizes that he’s the brother her roommate keeps trying to set her up with.
Long story short, Octavia shows up, they figure out who they are to each other, and passive aggressive remarks ensue. Clarke’s not eager to be set up with anyone—never mind that she was thinking about asking for his number five minutes prior—and he makes it abundantly clear he’s not going to date his little sister’s roommate.
She swears she hates him after that, and it takes at least two months for scathing, snarky comments to cool down to…normal snarky comments. It takes her a while, but once she can look past hurt feelings and bruised pride, it’s hard to ignore the positive traits she saw in him when they first met. He’s smart, funny, and—most importantly—fiercely protective of those he loves.
Stranger still, is that she becomes one of those people over the course of a year, thanks in no small part to Octavia’s stubbornness. If her brother and roommate aren’t going to date, they’re damn well going to get along, or they’ll be hell to pay. And Clarke can’t even really say she’s bitter about it. He’s one of her favorite people now, four years after their catastrophic first meeting, if not her favorite overall. He’s her best friend.
She’s also in love with him. Which is basically the worst. Just her luck to fall for the one person she knows isn’t interested.