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Seventeen Based Off YikYak Posts
  • S.Coups: I walk around like everything is fine, but deep down, inside my shoe, my sock is sliding off.
  • Jeonghan: Sometimes I think I should get into art, but then I realize that I am art and someone needs to get into me.
  • Joshua: Chem final got me like NaBrO.
  • Jun: Haven't lost my virginity because I never lose.
  • Hoshi: I want to open a coffee shop, but I'm really bad at writing with chalk.
  • Wonwoo: I just looked at my bank account and figured out I can live comfortably for the rest of my life as long as I die Saturday.
  • Woozi: Tried to type "What a time to be alive", but iPhone corrected "alive" to "alone." I can't decide which one is more accurate.
  • DK: Three exams next week and I'm doing a Buzzfeed quiz to see what type of coffee I am.
  • Mingyu: How do people forget to eat? Like, I'm counting down the minutes until it's socially acceptable to have another meal.
  • The8: Your dick was in my mouth last night, the least you could do is wave back.
  • Seungkwan: Why do you think it's okay to take my seat this far into the semester. Dishonor on you. Dishonor on your cow.
  • Vernon: Got her number in Chem class, call that significant digits.
  • Dino: After much research, experimentation, and consideration, I have decided that adulthood is not for me. Thank you for your time.
Altean broom closet

((CLAUSTRAPHOBIC LANCE fic under the cut with some Klangst and some cuddling))

He doesn’t remember what the fight is about, but he knows it’s petty. Something stupid that they both blew out of proportion.

“Do you ever just shut up!?” Keith yells, bringing a hand up to the bridge of his nose.

Lance folded his arms, “Do you ever stop saying stupid shit!?” he mocked, getting into Keith’s face with an angry step forward.

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When I say that I can’t stand people who don’t vote I mean the people who are able to vote but simply refuse to. The able bodied and able minded folks who stubbornly said, “it doesn’t matter,” or “it could be worse so I don’t care.” You are the people who are inherently selfish, only looking for what doesn’t screw you over and leaving millions of people to struggle and hurt and die.

Sometimes guilt is good to feel. Let it sink in that you did matter; enough to affect millions of people and drag them all down. And then go do something to help the people you ignored.

  • me: *on the train, jamming out, dancing in place*
  • other train takers' thoughts, maybe: i wonder what fresh new beats that teen is listening to
  • my earbuds: I WAS MEANT TO BE YOURS WE WERE MEANT TO BE ONE I CAN'T TAKE IT ALONE FINISH WHAT WE'VE BEGUN YOU WERE MEANT TO BE MINE I AM ALL THAT YOU NEED YOU CUT OPEN MY HEART THEN JUST LEAVE ME TO BLEED Veronica! open the, open the door please, Veronica! open the door. Veronica! can we not fight any more please? can we not fight anymore? Veronica! aaaaSure you're scared ive been there, i can set you free! aaaahhhhhhVeronica! dont make me come in there IM GONNA COUNT TO THREE !!!!
Things you can do while laying by the toilet during migraine:
  • -Wonder where that mark on the side of the tub came from
  • -count tiles until you can't take the light anymore
  • -groan aggressively at the cat who is confused
  • -design projects that you will literally never do
  • -vow never to leave the house again
  • -cry
  • -realize the wallpaper in here is disgusting
  • -turn lights off again
  • -decide you're probably mediocre-looking at best
  • -roll around
  • -think of all the shit you could be doing
  • -turn the lights back on and panic because you almost barf
  • -can't barf, curse the gods
  • -turn the light back off
  • -become suddenly religious and try praying
  • -ask the cat to kill you
  • -realize there is no God and space is huge and you're already almost one-third dead.
  • -be very still
  • -hate the guy mowing outside i mean who the hell mows this late that motherf

a-real-life-horror-story  asked:

Prompt: Draco, hungover, waking up in someone else's bed next to some hella fit guy... but wait... no way... he can't be Harry Potter! Draco h a t e s Harry!!

((thanks for the prompt, missed you!))

The club was too loud, too dark, and Draco was miserable. He took a sip from his fourth drink.  Was it just the fourth? Whatever. No one was counting. “And then when I asked him to meet me for a drink, he fucking laughed,” Draco paused to take another drink.  Well, Potter’d said yes but he was laughing when he did.  That couldn’t have been a real yes.  "So I said, ‘you know what. Never mind.’ Now I’m here drinking by my damned self. Wanker…I really hate him.“

The couple sitting at the bar next to him gave him a sympathetic look, both women talking over each other with the typical ‘you can do better’, 'I bet you could get any man in here’, 'he doesn’t deserve you’, and the like.  

Not long after, the woman sitting closest to him leaned over to speak with a hint of privacy, “We’re going to go. You’ve got a bloke coming over looking at you like he could eat you with a spoon.  Good luck, sweetie,” she said before pulling the other woman to the dance floor.

Draco threw back the remaining contents of his glass before turning to see just which bloke’s company he’d be settling for that night.

Draco struggled between sleep and consciousness for a few minutes.  He hoped desperately that the hangover potion was still in the pocket of his jacket. Fuck.  He wasn’t wearing his jacket.  He was in bed but not his own.  The buckle of his belt was digging uncomfortably into his skin, and he didn’t have a shirt or shoes on.  Draco opened his eyes and tried to take in his surroundings. It wasn’t quite morning yet, and he wasn’t alone.  The other man was sprawled across the other side of the bed, turned away from Draco.  He was wearing nothing but a pair of shorts that looked painted onto his very nice arse.  

Draco sat up though his whole body protested the movement. Draco thought it was such a shame he’d passed out before he and this gorgeous man had the chance for a shag.  It couldn’t hurt to look for a minute before I sneak out, right? Draco’s eyes trailed over strong legs, an arse he wouldn’t mind burying his face in. Are those scratch marks on his back? It was hard to tell on dark skin in a dark room, but Draco knew he sometimes got a bit rough when snogging. Draco couldn’t quite make out the tattoo that took up the entire width of the man’s broad shoulders.  Wait…Draco’s eyes settled on a messy head of hair that he would recognize anywhere.

Draco’s head throbbing worse now than it had been seconds before.  Potter. “What the fuck!?”

Potter shifted, “Eew. You always wake up like that?”

“Only on special occasions,” he said, “what the fuck am I doing here?”

“Hopefully, you’re drinking the hangover potion I left on the side table for you before going back to sleep for a couple hours.  Or possibly just sitting quietly thinking about how to make up for the worst first date I’ve had in ages.”

Draco froze. “What?”

anonymous asked:

NIF IM SO GLAD YOUR REQUESTS ARE OPEN. Okay so I always see fluff about Ignis taking care of his sick s/o, but what if Ignis got sick? And maybe he hides it from his friends and s/o until something happens and he can't hide it anymore? And Iggy has to be taken care of for once?? Love you and your writing, Nif, you're a gem ❤

A Near Miss

Ignis x Reader
Word Count: 1,602

Uhhh I hope this is alright, it got super sUUUUPER angsty as I was writing it and then I tried to inject it with fluff. So hopefully you like it! I was gonna wait to write something until tomorrow but I’m still sick at the moment so this prompt called to me, haha.

Ignis was not well. Not that he’d ever admit that out loud—no, there was too much to do, too much ground to cover, and not enough time in the day. The stinger of a killer wasp had grazed his ankle, not enough to knock him off his feet, but enough that the poison had slowly started to seep into his blood stream, making him weaker and weaker with each step.

He’d used the last of the potions on Noctis, who’d needed it more than he did, and so he suffered in silence as beads of sweat rolled down the side of his forehead. He wiped it away with the back of his glove and pressed on.

You eyed him curiously. It wasn’t like Ignis to be so quiet. He normally couldn’t help but chastise the others for one thing or another, or toss in a quip or two while they made their way back to camp.

You could see the blue haze of the campground coming into view. Out of the corner of your eye, Ignis stumbled.

“Iggy?” You turned to face him fully, and he looked awful. His skin was so pale, and a layer of sweat coated his body, and you could hear his teeth chattering as it cooled on his skin. You weren’t ten feet from camp when he collapsed to the ground, his breath coming in short pants.

You ran over to his side and rolled him over so that his head was in your hands. His eyes were fluttering shut, and you were in an absolute panic.

“Guys!” you screamed frantically. The others turned to you, alarm written across their faces as they rushed over. “Noctis, do something!”

“We have potions back at camp,” he said hurriedly. “Prompto, c’mon!” The two of them dashed away towards the tent to get the emergency supply of potions from the cooler. Gladio kneeled down to be eye level with you.

“Here, let me take him.”

“B-but,” you stammered, tears falling from your eyes. “What if we move him and something goes wrong?”

Gladio placed a hand on your shoulder in an attempt to stop you from shaking. “We need to get him back to camp where it’s safe. We need to see what happened and what’s wrong with him, and for us to do that, you need to let me take him back to the tent. Okay?”

You looked down at Ignis’ face, his pulse slowing under your fingertips. He looked ghastly, and his skin was starting to turn an unhealthy shade of white. You bit back a sob and nodded. “Okay.”

Ignis wasn’t a short man, so you couldn’t help but briefly marvel at how easily Gladio scooped him up in his arms. He carried him with ease back to the campsite just as Noctis and Prompto charged back with several potions in hand. Prompto cracked one open just to get the healing process started, and Noctis helped you to your feet.

“C’mon,” he urged you forward. “He’s gonna need your help.”

You nodded and followed him back up the small hill to the tent, where Gladio had laid him down on top of his bedroll. You crawled over to his side and placed a hand on his cheek.

The potion that Prompto had administered was already helping, thankfully, but he still looked so pale. You took another potion from his hands and tilted the bottle to his lips, leaning his head up so that he could drink it a little easier. It took a few minutes for the magic to take effect, but soon he was asleep, his breathing back to normal.

“Is he gonna be okay?” Prompto asked nervously, wringing his wrists out of habit. You sighed, but gave a nod.

“Yeah. I think so.” You glanced at your friends, who all looked anxiously down at Ignis, wondering what happened. “You guys should eat something. We have some Cup Noodles left. I’ll stay here and check for his injuries and wait until he wakes up.”

The others eyed each other, but quietly agreed and exited the tent. You sat cross-legged at Ignis’ side, stroking your fingers gently through his hair. You weren’t sure what happened—he seemed fine earlier in the day. You’d had to deal with some MTs, a spiracorn or two, but nothing too taxing.

But then you remembered the killer wasps that you’d had the misfortune of angering earlier, and immediately went into a panic. Had Ignis been poisoned?

You tried to look him over for injuries, or any tears to his clothing. You made it down to his leg, where a small tear near the hem of his pants revealed the answer. You lifted it up and saw a long, thin scar, healed over from the potions, where the tip of a wasp’s stinger had ripped open his skin.

You felt yourself getting angry, unable to comprehend why he wouldn’t just tell you or ask for help. You shuffled back to his side, hands folded in your lap. You hastily wiped at the tears pricking the corners of your eyes and waited for him to wake up.

It was maybe an hour later that he finally stirred. The others were still out by the campfire, knowing better than to intrude on the two of you when they knew something was wrong. Ignis woke to the sound of you quietly crying, pressing the heels of your palms into your eyes to try and get yourself to stop.


You lifted your face from your hands, your vision a little blurry. “Iggy?”

He sat up on his elbows and groaned before lying back down. “Am I dead?”

You wanted to smack him. You wanted to scream, wanted to haul him up to his feet and pound on his chest for scaring you like that. But instead, all you could do was cry.

“My dear,” he reached a hand out to graze your forearm. “What’s the matter? Please don’t cry, everything will be alright.”

“Iggy,” you sniffled between breaths. “I almost lost you. And you didn’t say anything to anyone. What if we hadn’t gotten back to camp in time, huh? What if you just dropped dead in the middle of the woods in my arms and that was just…it?” You shook your head, looking skyward. “What were you thinking?”

He was quiet. He hadn’t thought of that—calculating, precise, strategical Ignis, hadn’t thought of what would have happened had he actually succumbed to the poison. Hadn’t thought of what you would have gone through if he had died without an explanation, didn’t realize the mistake he had made by staying silent.

Ignis brought his hand up to wipe a tear from your cheek. “My love,” he said, barely above a whisper. His voice shook and his fingers trembled. “I’m so sorry.”

His words broke your resolve and you sank down beside him, crying into his shoulder as you curled against his side. He brought his arms around you and held you tightly against him, stroking your back until your breathing slowed.

You wiped your face hastily with your sleeves. “Don’t ever do that again,” you grumbled, smacking his chest lightly. “Next time you need help, or need someone to take care of you, please just tell me. I love you so much, I don’t want to lose you.”

Ignis nodded, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I love you too, my dearest. I promise it won’t happen again.”

“Good,” you pulled him closer, hugging his lean torso. “Because next time you almost die on me, I’ll kill you.”

He laughed, the sweet sound filling your ears. It was such a relief to hear the sound as it filled the tent, warming your heart as you gazed up at him. The colour was back in his cheeks, and he looked like his usual self again.

You cupped his face in your hands and brought your lips to his, rolling halfway on top of him to get a better angle so you could deepen the kiss. Ignis’ hands came up to card through your hair, his leg sliding between your thighs. You were about to slide your hands underneath his shirt to gently claw at his abdomen when—


You practically jumped off of Ignis as Noctis cleared his throat from the entrance of the tent. You pretended to cough, and Ignis smiled lazily from his spot on the ground.

“You look like someone’s feeling better,” Noctis commented as you brought a hand to your face, hiding the blush that dusted your cheeks.

“Better than ever,” Ignis confirmed, sitting up and rolling his shoulders. “I daresay I’m ready to engage in physical activity.”

Noctis rolled his eyes. “I don’t wanna know.” He swiftly exited the tent, and you swatted at Ignis’ arm. He couldn’t help but laugh, dragging you closer again.

“Now, where were we?”

“Nuh-uh,” you wagged your finger in his face. “You’re not fully healed yet. And I am not having sex with you in this tent with those nosy bastards outside listening in on us.”

Ignis merely shrugged, pecking you on the cheek. “Unfinished business always provides the most lucrative rewards in any case.”

You chuckled and helped him stand up. “Come on, handsome,” you said, leading him out of the tent. “Let’s get you something to eat. And don’t say what I know you’re going to say.”

Ignis shook his head at the innuendo, but couldn’t wipe the smile off his face as you laced your fingers with his and led him outside into the cool evening air.

Sins of the Father: What the Spirit Says

Pairing: Finn Bálor x Reader

Warnings (some potential triggers): Incredibly sacrilegious/blasphemous smut, anal sex (female receiving), graphic death (minor character), hints of dub-con, detachment, bondage, knife play, blood play.

Word Count: 1141

A/N: Hello hello! So we’re coming to the point in the story where things get disturbing as hell. This is the beginning of the end.

Anywho, I hope you enjoy it. :)

My Bálor Babes: @yourr-anger-your-anchor@motleymoose@georgiadean37@wweximaginesxd@racheo91 @daddy-slug@blondekel77@ambrosegirlforever @liam-is-sexy10 @fucking-bandsx@boundtomyfate@hotspurmadridista@florenceivy@geekoftv@behindthesesilvereyes@vsturgeon5489@thegoddessqueenrileycarter@justhavingfun123469@wwesmutandstuff @devitt-club @anerdysouthernbelle @thebadchic   

Originally posted by letstalkwrestling

Because context - even of the sacrilegious kind - is everything, catch up on the Masterlist before you proceed.

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Meet Your Overwatch Quick Play Team
  • Genji: either there's an enemy Bastion they're trying to counter, or this person thinks they're pro and will definitely waste your time; cried for 5 hours when Genji got nerfed
  • McCree: really good at hitting crack shots and somehow manages to get at least three people with Deadeye every time; alternatively, they could be almost unspeakably bad at landing shots
  • Pharah: JUSTICE RAAAAI--AUGH! every goddamn time; on the other hand, if you politely tell them to flank before ulting, they'll probably listen and improve, because they're usually decent people
  • Reaper: they don't know the meaning of "teamwork" and honestly believe their teleport is silent; they'll queue in last and choose Reaper when there's still no healer
  • Soldier 76: takes the game way too seriously but never bothers to focus the enemy Pharah; almost always uses their Biotic Field selfishly with few exceptions
  • Tracer: is actually pretty good about staying alive on their own and harassing the enemy team; on the other hand, they might be terrible and constantly spam "Need healing!" from across the entire map and can never stick their ult to anyone
  • Bastion: can't seem to figure out that Genji's Deflect will absolutely destroy them if they keep shooting; alternatively, they might save the game, but they'll definitely steal the POTG in the process
  • Hanzo: has a foot fetish and can't seem to stop aiming for the enemy's feet, but loves it because the hitboxes are ridiculously big; definitely hates your team and will refuse to switch heroes even if they're unbelievably bad
  • Junkrat: previously played Demoman exclusively in TF2, and is here to fuck shit up for the enemy team; you GUESS they're pretty good, but their ult always steals the POTG
  • Mei: they're either spot-on with their Ice Wall, protecting your team from nearly every enemy ult, or they can't aim for shit and always end up blocking your team in terrible spots
  • Torbjörn: *announcer voice* Play of the Game *footage of Torbjörn's corpse next to his turret, which manages a quadruple kill before someone blows it up*; Defense Torbjörns hate themselves, and Attack Torbjörns hate their entire team
  • Widowmaker: there's a teeny tiny chance that they're actually a pro and can land all sorts of insane shots; more likely, however, they're unspeakably bad and turn your game into a 5v6
  • thinks that is a front-line tank and an acceptable stand-in for Reinhardt; doesn't understand the meaning of "disruption tank", but tries their best anyways
  • Reinhardt: a team player, but also kind of an egotistical asshole when they manage to get POTG; they'll protect you, sure, but they won't hesitate to blame the healer for a lousy game
  • Roadhog: is either an excellent enemy harasser who always lands their hook, or is the only tank on your team when attacking on Volskaya; often forgets about their self-heal
  • Winston: thinks Harambe memes are the best, and is generally a fairly good addition to your team to counter Tracer, Symmetra, or those damn enemy snipers that your Hanzo/Widowmaker can't ever seem to take care of
  • Zarya: is always there for you, shielding you at just the right moment, and doesn't get enough love; alternatively, they don't know how to aim with their secondary fire
  • Lúcio: probably a salty Mercy main who just needs a break; they'll be there for your team, and if everyone else dies during Overtime, count on them doing a panicked yet determined Payload Dance™
  • Mercy: is completely numb to the suffering of their teammates spamming "Need healing!" from 50 miles away; drinks straight vodka and does their best, but never gets enough appreciation from solo queues despite almost always carrying the team to victory
  • Ana: loves the idea of being a support sniper, and is pretty damn good at it, always landing their shots and grenades to keep the team alive; the resident team grandma, complete with freshly baked cookies
  • Symmetra: likes making "death chambers" with their turrets and miraculously manages to keep their teleporter up for a decent amount of time; alternatively, they may be the worst teammate and never seem to have their teleporter
  • Zenyatta: doesn't seem to understand that Zenyatta is always best when paired with another healer; singlehandedly wrecks the enemy team with their Discord orb, but can't manage to keep the team alive on their own

anonymous asked:

Hi, so I'm an exotic dancer that has been working in a gentleman's club for two years now and can I just say thank you so much for writing a story about us that doesn't slut shame or look down on us. I can't count the stripper au stories I've read in which the writer makes out like we are forced or oppressed or our profession is bad, when it's not. (Cont)

(cont) I mean where I work, it’s very similar to what is written in your story, we aren’t forced to do anything we’re comfortable and actually if you want to perform on the stage then you have to pay a fee to do so, so it’s not like we are forced. Some girls don’t take their clothes off, some girls only do private sessions so thank you for writing us in a positive light!! ❤️

I’m happy to hear your working conditions are good! I always hear horror stories about strip clubs and people being forced to do things, but I also found a lot of positive stuff online. I guess it all depends on the type of club you work at. I’m glad you enjoy working there :)

Newsies (musical) Lyric Meme
  • "Them streets down there, they sucked the life right outta my old man. Well they ain't doin' that to me."
  • "Everyone wants to come to New York."
  • "You keep your small life in the big city. Give me a big life in a small town."
  • "They say folks is dyin' to get here. Me? I'm dying to get away."
  • "Close your eyes. Come with me."
  • "I bet a few months of clean air, you could toss that crutch for good."
  • "You can bet we won't let them bastards beat us."
  • "Don't you know that we're a family? Would I let you down?"
  • "It's a crooked game we're playing. One we'll never lose."
  • "Ain't it a fine life?"
  • "What a fine line carrying the banner!"
  • "It takes a smile that spreads like butter, the kind that turns a lady's head."
  • "If I hate the headline, I'll make up a headline!"
  • "Shave me too close and you may slit my throat."
  • "It's the simplest solutions that bolster the bottom line."
  • "Give me a week and I'll train them to be like an army that's marching to war."
  • "That's the bottom line!"
  • "I'm doing alright for myself."
  • "The thing I want most, I can't get."
  • "Honey, that's rich."
  • "This life's too short to waste it on you."
  • "Love at first sights for suckers. At least it used to be."
  • "I never planned on someone like you."
  • "Turns out that love ain't blind, it's dumb."
  • "You are the most impossible boy ever."
  • "They think we're nothing! Are we nothing?!"
  • "They think they got us! Do they got us?!"
  • "And the world will know!"
  • "The world don't know but they're gonna pay."
  • "The world will know that we've been here!"
  • "Either they give us our rights or we give them a war."
  • "Everyday we wait is a day we lose!"
  • "All I know is I don't know what to write."
  • "As I may have mentioned, I have no clue what I'm doing."
  • "Am I insane? This is what I've been waiting for."
  • "Lie down with dogs and you wake up with a raise and a promotion."
  • "Just look around at the world we're inheriting and think of the one we'll create."
  • "Now is the time to seize the day."
  • "Stare down the odds and seize the day."
  • "Courage cannot erase our fear."
  • "Courage is when we face our fear."
  • "Once we've begun, if we stand as one, someday becomes somehow."
  • "Wrongs will be righted, if we're united."
  • "Proud and defiant, we'll slay the giant."
  • "Nothing can break us. No one can make us quit before we're done."
  • "One for all and all for one."
  • "Let me go far away. Somewhere they won't ever find me and tomorrow won't remind me of today."
  • "No more running. No more lying."
  • "Where does it say you gotta live and die here?"
  • "Where does it say a guy can't catch a break?"
  • "Why should you only take what you're given?"
  • "Why should you spend your whole life being trapped where there ain't no future?"
  • "If the life don't seem to suit you, how about a change of scene?"
  • "I can't spend my whole life dreaming."
  • "I ain't getting any younger, and I wanna start brand new."
  • "Just be real is all I'm asking."
  • "I'm dead if I can't count on you."
  • "You don't need money when you're famous."
  • "Look at me, I'm the King of New York!"
  • "I gotta be either dead or dreaming!"
  • "Guess I wasn't much help yesterday."
  • "There's no way I am putting them kids back in danger."
  • "You know why a snake starts to rattle? Cuz he's scared."
  • "You can't undo the past."
  • "Your abject surrender was always the bottom line."
  • "Be glad you're alive. I'd say that's the bottom line."
  • "Til the moment I found you, I thought I knew what love was."
  • "Love will do what it does."
  • "One night may be forever, but that's all right."
  • "If you're gone tomorrow, what was ours still will be."
  • "I have something to believe in now that I know you believed in me."
  • "Do you know what I believe in?"
  • "There's change coming once and for all."
  • "Write it in ink or in blood, it's the same either way. They're gonna damn well pay!"
  • "Once and for all if they don't find their manners, we'll bleed 'em!"
  • "Once and for all there'll be blood on the wall if they doubt us."
  • "This town will shut down without us."
  • "Wherever you go, I'm right there by your side."
Steven Universe Theme Rewrite
  • Hunk: If you're evil and you're on the rise, you can count on the five of us taking you down. 'Cuz we're good and evil never beats us. We'll win the fight and go in for space goo!
  • Shiro: We are the paladins. We'll always save the day, and if you think we can't, we'll always find a way! That's why the people of this world believes in Shiro, Klance, and Pidge, and Hunk!
  • Allura: If you could only know what you really are, when you arrived with me, from far away from here. We were amazed to find your beauty and your worth. You will protect our kind and you will protect your Earth. You will protect your Earth! And you will protect us!
  • Klance: We will fight for the place we are free, to live together and exist as we!
  • Pidge: I will fight in the name of Matt Holt, and everything that he believed in!
  • Shiro: I will fight for the world I was made in, the Earth is everything I've ever known!
  • Hunk: I will fight to be everything that everybody wants me to be when I'm grown!
  • Paladins: The odds are against us, this won't be easy but we're not going to do it alone!
  • Paladins: We are the-
  • Hunk: Paladins!
  • Paladins: We'll always save the day!
  • Lance: And if you think we can't we'll-
  • Paladins: Always find a way! That's why the people of this world believes in.
  • Shiro: Shiro!
  • Klance: Klance!
  • Pidge: And Pidge!
  • Hunk: And Hunk!

anonymous asked:

when newer mercys talk about how theyve had 1 or 2 four man rezzes that they're proud of and you feel good for them bc you remember when you were still getting a hang of timing and positioning but now with almost 200 hours you have lost count of how many 4-5 man rezzes you do because your team can't kill 2 flankers, along with the missed 4 man rezzes because they were so spread out you couldnt get them all. You almost want to warn the new mercys about the path they gon take

anonymous asked:

I'm just gonna say something. Veganism is chill. I'm not part of it, but if someone I know is a vegan, I respect their decision. I just don't agree with the scare tactics and such. If a vegan comes up to me and screams at me, telling me I'm a murderer and I should kill myself, that's not cool at all. And some people just can't go vegan. They have allergies or deficiencies. I'm allergic to a lot of protein supplements and substitutes. So like, please chill, don't scare people. Especially kids.

How many times has a vegan come up to you and screamed it your face telling you to kill yourself? Maybe I can make the effort as well and count how many times we’ve been insulted and threatened when we were out on the street advocating and educating. Take a long hard look at your people before you go accusing us of being aggressive and violent. 

And I sure as fuck don’t need to be warned not to scare kids (what the fuck even) by someone who eats kids. Thanks though. 

angie-ave  asked:

HI ILYSM can you give me some Cisco smut pls lord. Like maybe he vibes you being hella naughty and giving yourself some love (wink wink) and then can't get the image out of his head and after a while he just like?? takes you?? pls and thank you ilysm xoxo 💕💕💕


Title: I Could Do It Better

Word Count: 3120

Vibing about his friends was a pretty common thing for Cisco, as it normally helped him with the problems they had with the meta-humans in the city. However, Cisco had never vibed something like this. He felt like he’d violated your personal life seeing you in this situation, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away. The way your face twisted with pleasure as your fingers glided over yourself knocked the wind out of him, he felt so hot, like he was in a sauna. He watched carefully as your hand gently groped your own breast, drawing a soft noise from you that made Cisco feel something deep in him awaken. How gently you were treating yourself, it was torture to him. He wanted to hear you. Just as your fingers slowly began to make their way to open your folds, giving him a glorious view of your mound, the vision ended.

“Hey Cisco? Did you find my jacket?” You called out to him when you walked into the lab, making the poor boy jump and drop the fabric he was holding. “U-Uh, yeah. Um, here. It was, uh, in here.” His cheeks were redder than Barry’s suit and he looked frantic. Picking up your jacket, Cisco handing you it and quickly made his way past you. Scrunching your nose in confusion, you put your jacket on and followed behind him. “So, are we still on for that movie tonight?” You asked, making him stop. “Y’know, I just remember I have something to do tonight, so I can’t” Raising a brow, you crossed your arms. “Really? What’s more important than going to see The 20th Anniversary of The Fifth Element in theaters?” You asked, obviously not believing his lie. Cisco scrambled for an excuse, he needed to clear his mind before he spent any time with you. “M-My, uh, my washing machine! It broke, so uh, the repair guy is coming to fix it tonight?” He suggested, making you let out a disappointed sigh. It was obvious he didn’t want to spend the night with you. “Alright, whatever. I’ll go see it myself, see if Iris wants to come see it with me or something.” And with that, you walked past Cisco and out of S.T.A.R labs.

After that day, it seemed like Cisco was avoiding you. He canceled any plans you guys had made and declined to come to any new ones. The only time you ever saw him was at the lab, which normally didn’t even last long as he couldn’t even look you in the eye during your conversations. He was jumpy around you, seemed embarrassed even. Not only did it confuse you, but you were also extremely hurt. You hadn’t told anyone about it, but you had a mad crush on Cisco. You hadn’t told anyone of course, as you knew that secrets between two people didn’t last long at S.T.A.R labs. For Cisco, on the other hand, looking at you was absolute torture. He couldn’t look at you without having those images pop into his head. Not that it was bad, I mean he really enjoyed the show but each time he looked at you all he thought about was ripping your clothes off and ravishing you. He’d decided to keep his distance so that wouldn’t happen. Cisco really liked you, but he was sure that you didn’t feel the same way.

The distance between the two of you was obvious, as both Iris and Barry had asked what happened to the two of you. You ended up telling them that you didn’t know, because you really didn’t. “Hey Caitlin, can you come with me to help carry the food here?” Barry asked, making her stand up and grab her sweater. “Yeah of course, you guys look out for any meta-human activities.” Caitlin gave an innocent smile, of course you knew exactly what they were doing. They wanted the two of you to work out whatever was going on between the two of you. Smiling back, you have a quick nod. “Gotcha.” Cisco replied awkwardly, and when the two of them left the silence in the cortex was more than awkward. It was uncomfortable, and it made you want to cry. What did you even do? Was it because you ate the last popsicle? You apologized for that! Taking a deep breath, you stood and sat down on the table near him. “Hey, uh, Cisco?” You grabbed his attention, he didn’t look to you though. “What’s up, Y/N?” His vision directed towards the screen in front of him. Biting your bottom lip, you let out an exasperated sigh. “Look, whatever I did, I just want to say I’m sorry. I don’t know what I did, but I just…I’m really sorry. Please don’t be mad at me anymore.” Your voice cracked as you quickly wiped away the tears that were forming in your eyes.

This had definitely caught his full attention, causing Cisco to turn to you and see you wiping away your tears. Rolling over to you in his chair, Cisco panicked slightly. “Woah, woah. Y/N, I’m not angry with you, what made you think that?” He asked,  concern written all over him. You rolled your eyes at him, a hurt laugh leaving you. “Well, what else am I supposed to think when you can’t even hold a conversation with looking me in the eye! You’ve been avoiding me, and I didn’t know what to do other than think that I did something.” You sniffled softly, cheeks red in embarrassment. Cisco wanted to punch himself for making you hurt like this. Leaning back in his chair, Cisco let out a long sigh. “Y/N, you didn’t do anything. I…it was me who did something.” Raising an eyebrow, you tilted your head in confusion. “You…did something?”

Biting his bottom lip, Cisco let out another long sigh. “I…I vibed you. Well, I vibed your jacket and saw you.” You were even more confused, as it didn’t seem that bad. “Cisco, I don’t understand. What did you see that would make you want to distance yourself from me?” You asked, and his heart dropped. He really didn’t want to tell you. What if you were repulsed by him seeing you like that? “God damnit..” He paused, running a hand through his hair as he averted his gaze from you. “I saw you, uh, in a bit of an inappropriate situation.” It still hadn’t clicked, as your face still held an expression of confusion. “You were, um, how do I say? P-Pleasuring yourself?” The minute those words left his mouth, your jaw dropped in shock and your cheeks flourished with a red hue. “O-Oh god! Oh my god!” You gasped, causing him to look back at you finally. His cheeks were as red as yours, a guilty expression placed on his face. “I’m so sorry Y/N, literally I tried everything to look away and I just couldn’t.” Your body felt like it was on fire. He saw you giving yourself some good ol’ self love and couldn’t look away.

“C-Couldn’t?” You asked. Wasn’t he normally able to move or look away from something in a vision? “I..god, you were so beautiful Y/N. The expression, the noises you were making, fuck I couldn’t look away. I didn’t want to look away” You felt like you were going to melt. He thought you were beautiful and he wanted to see you like that. Your heart felt like a hammer against your ribcage. Looking to him, you noticed he’d gotten out of his chair and was bow standing in front of you. You felt cornered as you couldn’t back up with how you were sitting on the table. It went silent for a moment, the only noise you could hear was the loud beating of your own heart. You had kept your gaze on the floor, however his shifting made you gather your courage and lift your eyes to look at his own. Cisco’s gaze had been on you the entire time, his brown eyes blown with obvious lust.

You weren’t sure how it happened, but his lips were on yours in an instant. It felt unreal, the way his hand gently cupped your cheek to pull you closer, the way his arm wrapped around your back possessively. Was this really happening? Eagerly you pressed back against his lips, and your heartbeat was thumping against your chest at a pace so quick, you thought it could even be faster than Barry. The kiss was passionate, full of intense longing with a hint of lust behind it. It didn’t last long though, the lack of air pulling the two of you away from each other. Silence had filled the air once more as Cisco leaned his forehead on yours, enjoying having you in his embrace. “Was that…good?” He asked with a hint of nervousness, drawing a breathy chuckle from your chest. “More than good, Cisco.” It was definitely more than good, and you wanted more.

He watched intently as you bit your bottom lip, a soft sigh leaving you. Your small action seemed to have made something in Cisco snap, because all he could do was mutter a strained ‘fuck’ before he was on you again. His lips captured yours in a greedy, lustful kiss as his hands scrambled to get rid of your shirt. He grunted with frustration as he fumbled over the buttons of your shirt, you were sure you felt a few pop off due to how rough he was being. You felt yourself being pushed back against the table you were sitting on as Cisco began to move his kissing from your lips to your neck, drawing small sighs. In a sudden haze of lust, you lifted your hips and ground against Cisco’s, drawing a guttural groan from him. You could already feel how hard he was through his restricting jeans.

Pulling away from you, he removed your shirt and threw it behind him. It didn’t take him long to unclip your bra and throw it in the same direction as your shirt. Wrapping your fingers around the belt loops of his pants, you pulled him closer as you quickly tugged at the hem of his shirt, removing it from his body. Cisco took his time to look over your exposed torso, noticeably swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat. Leaning forward, he latched his lips to your neck once again, however instead of kisses like you had expected he began to suck and bite at your neck. A sharp gasp rose from your chest at the first bite, however as he began to place more hickies along your neck and chest your small gasps soon turned into soft moans. “You’re so beautiful Y/N..” He murmured against your skin, and you couldn’t help but let out a small whimper.

He was wearing too much clothing, you were wearing too much clothing, there was just too much fabric and not enough skin. Moving your hands at a quick pace, you rushed your fingers over his belt buckle and struggled to unbuckle it and remove it. Once you’d finally gotten it undone, you unbuttoned his jeans and quickly shoved them down his legs. Cisco seemed to get the hint that you wanted no clothing on. Pulling back and inspecting his work with pride, Cisco shuffled out of his jeans and quickly removed yours. You were just in your panties now, and you wanted to kick yourself for not wearing anything cuter. However, this didn’t seem to bother him as he looked over your body with a loving gaze. “It’ll last longer if you take a picture.” You teased him with a light chuckle.

At that statement, a troubled look came over his face, making you raise an eyebrow. “Can I make an odd request?” He asked, shrugging softly you nodded. “Shoot.” Biting his bottom lip, he let out a sigh. “Could you maybe..touch yourself a little, maybe?” He asked, and you tried not to let the smirk crawling on your lips show. Leaning up from laying on the table, you let out another chuckle. “Cisco, are you asking me to recreate your vision?” You asked, and the poor boys face turned beet red. “Uh, maybe?” Before he could try to defend himself, you pulled your panties over your hips and down your legs. Throwing your panties somewhere onto the ground, you confidently spread your legs and displayed yourself to him. This caused an unexpected groan to leave him, his eyes trained on the scene in front of him. “Sit back and enjoy the show.” You said with a sarcastic tone, but in reality you were nervous. You’d never shown yourself to anyone like this, and you never thought it would be Cisco of all people.

Laying back down on the table, you gulped the forming saliva in your mouth and got to work. You started with running your fingers gingerly down your stomach, drawing a tingly feeling to your skin. You were slow with your actions, achingly slow. Cisco felt like he was in slow motion as he watched your fingers slowly reach your lower lips. The way you massaged your labia was breathtaking, and the minute that soft moan left your lips it was like anything that helped him think straight was thrown out the window. His eyes followed as your other hand ran up your sides and gently groped your breast, drawing a shuddered sigh from your lips. Just like his vision, you slowly opened your folds and pushed a finger in, groaning at the sensation. It had been a while, not too long, but long enough to make your body ache for more attention.

You didn’t realized Cisco had gotten closer until you felt your hand being torn away from your mound, a pleading whine leaving you as your body screamed at you for stopping. Your whine was cut short when he pressed his lips against yours, pulling you closer, you realized two things. The first thing was that he towered over you quite dominantly, making you aroused more. The second thing was that he’d removed his boxers because you could feel him pressing against your entrance. Wrapping your arms around him, you rolled your hips, as a way to tell him it was alright and that you wanted this. Cisco didn’t take any time as he slid into you with one quick motion, the stretch making you arch your back against him and moan against his lips.

He tried to start a slow and sensual pace, but with each thrust you could tell he was losing more and more control. Moving your lips from his, you began to place soft kisses up to his ear, letting out a couple of moans into his ear to spur him on. “You don’t have to be so gentle with me Cisco..” You whispered, your hair tangling itself in his hair to give a slight tug. Cisco let a low groan emit from his chest as he painfully gripped your hips and practically began to slam into you. It wasn’t long until a mix of your loud, whiny moans and his groans filled the cortex. The way he held onto you made your heart swell, and you couldn’t stop moaning his name. With each moan of his name, his thrusts got sloppier and harder.

Dragging your nails down his back, you ground your hips into his. You could feel your own orgasm coming, your stomach feeling tight and your toes were curling. You just needed a little push. “Fuck, Y/N!” It seemed that Cisco could tell you were close, as his groans got louder as you clenched around him. Moving his hand from your hips, he was quick to attach his thumb to your sensitive bud, rubbing zig zags and circles. The feeling made your entire body feel tingly, and your moans turned into whiny shouts of garbled words. With one particular thrust and one particular rub at your bud, it was like your walls came crumbling down. Your orgasm felt like rushing water, a long shriek of pleasure echoed throughout the cortex. Cisco’s own orgasm followed soon after as he let you ride out yours, quickly pulling out of you with a long groan as he released onto your stomach.

The room was silent, the only noise you could hear was the panting and gasps for air coming from the both of you. Leaning forward, Cisco placed a number of kisses on your lips before pulling away and helping you clean yourself up. You felt tired, sleepy even. As the two of you finished cleaning up and getting dressed, you cleared your throat, hoping to find something to say. The air was awkward, and you hated it. “Y’know next time you wanna watch me play with myself you could just ask.” You joked, drawing a chuckle from Cisco as he sat back in his seat. “Yeah, I’ll keep that in mind.” He said with a sarcastic tone. It was quiet after that, and you couldn’t stop thinking about the time you two just spent. “Cisco, I uh-” You were cut off quickly by the sound of Barry and Caitlin, your cheeks immediately flourishing in a bright hue as you crossed your arms over your chest.

“Hey guys! Anything happen while we were gone?” Barry asked, and you quickly shook your head. “Nope.” You quickly retorted. “Not a thing.” Cisco quickly added after. The two of them raised a brow as they looked at the two of you. “Well, anyways, we brought food.” You nodded, however before you could walk over to get any, Cisco pulled you aside. “You were going to say something?” He pressed, you bit your bottom lip and shrugged. “I was uh, just wondering if you wanted to come over later?” You asked, looking to him with a hopeful look in your eyes. The wide smile that broke on his lips cause you to bring one to yours as he nodded. “Yeah, sounds like fun.”

“I believe you owe me twenty bucks Mr. Allen.” Caitlin whispered to Barry as she stuck her hand out, and the speedster could only roll his eyes as he took out his wallet. “Yeah, yeah whatever. I didn’t think they’d do it in the cortex!” He said, scrunching his nose in disgust. “I’ll have to clean the table later.” He said as he handed her a twenty. Caitlin and Barry watched as you and Cisco conversed, unbeknownst to you that the blue and purple hickies that littered your neck were quite noticeable.

anonymous asked:

Uhhh I've never really requested anything sexual before haha/////;; sorry if it's shit. Um maybe everyone (Rfa,V, Unknown and Vanderwood) react to MC being a horrendous tease in public??


Ps. i literally just wrote this at 3 am, there’s no proofreading here…


  • Oh god
  • He wasn’t expecting you to be like this tbh
  • he’s not complaining tho
  • keeps his cool, he’s a gentleman after all
  • he tries his best not to be affected by your teasing
  • fails
  • the beast is too strong for him lmao
  • when you get to a private place the beast is UNLEASHED
  • “Princess… it isn’t good to play with the beast like that~”
  • not that you’re complaining, this is what you wanted after all


  • surprised at first
  • acts unfazed although he’s loosing his shit
  • why are you doing this now where he can’t take you?
  • considers leaving and taking you ANYWERE that’s private
  • almost does it
  • welp
  • keeps his poker face until you’re finally somewhere private
  • “You’ve been a naughty kitten, Mc… Naughty kittens get punished~”


  • shook
  • baby wasn’t expecting this when you two had gone for coffee
  • tries to keep calm but you just keep teasing
  • she honestly just wants to go home and do you
  • starts saying that she doesn’t feel too good and that you should head back
  • Once you get home she pins you to the wall and kisses you
  • “I can’t believe you did that.” she says between kisses
  • it doesn’t take long until your clothes are on the floor and you’re pinned under her in your bed
  • Jaehee is def a Dom fite me


  • He’s so flustered
  • why would you do this to him he can’t take it!!!
  • he tries so hard to seem unfazed
  • fails horribly
  • poor bean
  • once you get somewhere private he won’t take the initiative
  • so you go and “play” with him
  • and a rope
  • asdfdfgdhhgjfd


  • EH? MC!!!
  • he’s as red as his hair at first
  • but he gets used to it
  • sometimes he’ll tease you back
  • it turns into a teasing battle
  • everyone around you regrets being there lmao
  • when you finally get somewhere private he deosn’t really do anything
  • he’ll either wait for you to act or act when he gets tired of waiting
  • when you get to do the do he teases you for the longest time
  • remember he’s a sadist yo~
  • that side comes out 


  • Ah…
  • wasn’t expecting that
  • at first he laughs it off and you’re just like????
  • as it keeps going he just kisses your cheek
  • it really frustrates you cause HE’S BEING TOO SWEET GDI
  • you stop teasing him for a while
  • So he starts teasing
  • fuck just imagine V actually being a tease
  • i’m deceased
  • he keeps teasing you until you’re somewhere private
  • he’ll just kiss you and lad you to the bedroom
  • fuckin finally ayy


  • oh so this is happening?
  • ok
  • a bit flustered first but then he’s okay with it
  • he can deal with the teasing
  • he’ll tease you back for a while 
  • if he can’t take the teasing anymore he’ll tell you to stop or you’ll have to pay later
  • you don’t stop
  • he loses his patience and just takes you anywhere that counts as semi-private
  • takes you then and there
  • good luck walking dear


fucking tumblr posted my draft :) without him asasdsf

  • No
  • not okay with the teasing
  • doesn’t pay attention to your teasing
  • he’s not a pervert
  • seems unfazed
  • he won’t do anything until you’re either home or a 100% private place
  • then he’ll make you pay for the teasing

i’m sorry idk if i know enough about Vanderbabe to write him TT-TT

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