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malectric  asked:

#i want to write malec with guns so badly' do it jdhjkdf kill us with the power couple <3


i already have so many aus where they have guns that are just chilling in my head and i would love to write one long form but i’m gonna give you and myself something to tide me over

under heavy grey skies that were threatening rain, the city was impassive and unchanging, slick lines of glass and metal, skyscrapers reaching like jagged fingers towards the sky. and underneath them, magnus reclined against the slick black mustang, all of the harsh lines of his black suit lit up by the bleak light just before a storm. drenched in black like that, with his hair slicked up and the goatee around his mouth standing out against his skin, he was beautiful and you didn’t have to be smart to know this man was deadly. there was something sharp about every single one of his edges, something too calm about the way he reclined, like every single one of his muscles was taut and ready to jump into action. and honestly, they were. which was why the minute he heard a door behind him he reached into his jacket, fingers curling around his pistol.

the way he turned was so painfully fluid, forearms resting steady on the top of the mustang, the gun steady in his hand and his painted fingernails curled around the trigger, as lanky legs and a matching black suit sped down the steps towards the car. there was a shot, glass breaking, but alec didn’t stumble for a second. however magnus’s attention wasn’t on him, it was on the man who stepped out of the building after alec, a heavy kind of anger resting in his face, and a shotgun settled in his hands. magnus didn’t give him a second to use it.

the shot was clean, it rung out through city streets, a headshot leaving the man and his gun dropping to the floor. magnus paused only for a second to smirk, before he went for the door to the car.

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but i am good, i am grounded

written for day one of robron week - family. 

robert sugden is struggling, and not a single person has noticed.

or, aaron gets out of prison and wants to know why none of his family was looking out for his husband.

Robert Sugden was good at putting on a brave face. It was one of his greatest talents, really, being able to hide his true feelings underneath a layer of snark and disinterest, and he’d spent ten years using it to his advantage, away from Emmerdale, away from his family.

People only saw what he wanted them to see. That was how he’d always gotten by, people had never really seen the real him, the true feelings he hid under a soulless smile and an expensive haircut.

Aaron saw through him. Aaron had always seen right through his bullshit, been able to read his moods and thoughts and feelings in a way that had scared Robert, once, but made him feel safe, and loved, and appreciated now.

But Aaron wasn’t there.

Aaron was banged up, and he’d be there for the next year of their lives (not if Robert had any say in the matter, but judging by the sympathetic looks from Aaron’s solicitor at their last meeting, he didn’t have a say) and Robert was the one who’d been left to run things, keep everyone going.

It was fine.

Of course it was fine, it’s not like he was the one in prison or anything. Robert just had a few more people than he was used to relying on him, Liv needing a brother right now, the Dingles always needing him for something or other, because he was one of them now, and Aaron wasn’t there to help.

But it was fine.

It had to be fine, because Robert didn’t exactly have a choice in the matter. He had to keep their lives going, the scrapyard ticking over, keep the work on the Mill going so that Aaron had a life to come back to.

Robert wasn’t going to have his husband come back to a wreckage of a life, a life Robert couldn’t keep afloat on his own.

No, that would make him weak.

Robert Sugden was not a weak man, not when his husband needed him to be the strong one.

So Robert dug out his brave face again, and he got on with it.

Or at least he tried to.


The raven-haired boy held his hands underneath the running faucet inside the corner store’s restroom. His t-shirt and jacket laid crumbled on the floor on top of his backpack that was leaning against the wall. He took the bar of soap and ran it under the water, rubbing it until suds began to form. Once the soap was foamy enough in his hands, he began to scrub his arms, up to his elbows and then to his armpits taking a little extra time there. He had deodorant and body spray tucked away in that backpack of his.

Jughead Jones was homeless. This little sink was going to be his bath for right now. At least he didn’t have school the next day, but he didn’t want to walk around smelling like he walked out of a dumpster. He would shower at the school, but since it was Saturday morning and they were having some sort of sports game, he knew it would be too risky. Once his body seemed to be covered in soap, he took some water into his palms and began to rinse it off. He slipped off his beanie, tucking it into his back pocket and then used the soap bar to rinse his hair. He took the towel he had lifted from the locker rooms at school and began to dry himself off.

The situation he was in sucked. It was embarrassing but he had to make it work. He didn’t have much money on him and his dad would barely offer anything to him. Maybe he would offer one or two words of encouragement, but words can’t buy food or clothes. He grabbed the deodorant from his bag and rubbed it onto his armpits. Taking a quick sniff of himself, he nodded in approval. Jughead got changed, packing up his bath supplies and slipped out the beanie from his back pocket. He adjusted it onto his head and draped the backpack over his shoulders. Walking out of the bathroom, he snatched a few candy bars and went to the counter. The clerk looked at Jughead and then started to scan the bars. Jughead hadn’t noticed the droplets of water sliding down his face until they dripped onto the counter.

The teen paid for the bars and then walked out, unwrapping one of the chocolate bars. He took a bite from it and then started down the sidewalk. He munched away and surveying the neighborhood. Inside the teen’s mind was his plot about where he was going to sleep. Which house was empty or had a for sale sign? It wasn’t going to take long to figure out how to shimmy through a window or unlock the door. However, he did have to watch out for those alarms. The last time he pried open a window, a loud beeping started and dogs in the neighborhood started to bark. Before he could close the window, he took off running in the opposite direction. He managed to find an empty warehouse and sought shelter until the cops passed, but then he ended up falling asleep.

All that remained of the candy was its wrapper. He headed to the nearby park, tossed the wrapper into the trash can and went to sit down at a picnic table. He set his bag down and exhaled. The silence broke when he heard his nickname. The boy turned his head in the direction and saw his friend, Betty approaching him with a cute smile on her lips.

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And what of the stanzas
we never sing, the third that mentions “no refuge
could save the hireling and the slave”? Perhaps,
the truth is, every song of this country
has an unsung third stanza, something brutal
snaking underneath us as we blindly sing
the high notes with a beer sloshing in the stands
hoping our team wins.
—  Ada Limón, “A New National Anthem,” published in Buzzfeed’s Reader
Richonne 7x12 Party Day 1: When did you start shipping them?

I have said this before my but my TWD journey is a little bit different in that not only was I late to joining the show but I was familiar with most of the characters because my best friend is a huge fan. Either way, the first episode that I was exposed to, was the episode where Tyreese died. My friend had already told me all about Rick and Michonne and so I was intrigued about how the Rick she had told me about had turned into the Rick that I was seeing in front of me. One who was hardened but underneath it, there was something more. 

All of this to say, that I started watching TWD shortly thereafter and when Michonne and Rick first saw each other my interest was there. And then came the episode “Clear” and all I could think was that, these two would be great together if tptb had the balls to go there. I didn’t think that did and how glad I am to have been wrong about that. 

The moment that I decided that I was going to go down with this ship and was in full shipping mood (I was halfway there with Clear) was in “Claimed”. The kitchen scene with Rick telling Michonne that Carl needed her, with Michonne telling Rick that she was done taking breaks. I just knew that no matter what happened and what was thrown in their way, I would be behind them. Rick was in such a vulnerable place. In some ways maybe even  more vulnerable then when he first met Michonne. And what we have here was her accepting him. Not pushing him and being a support when he needed it the most. They were okay with the unknown because they had each other and together they would overcome it all. 

(pic not mine)


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anonymous asked:

Dumb question for a non-reptile keeper #3345: How do you pick up a snake, exactly? I've seen a ton of comments about handling, what to do if the snake thinks you are food, etc. but none saying 'here's where ya grab'em'. Do you lift them from above, the sides, etc? Or do you wait for them to come to you? [Assuming we mean non-defensive, non-hot sneks here and you need to pick them up for husbandry reasons and not to make a living scarf]

Oo boy so…
when approaching the animal, do so from the side as much as you can because coming from above means PREDATOR! to most snakes. Its important to SCOOP and not pinch. So shimmy your paws underneath the snek and lift from the bottom DONT grab them with your claws. Make sure to support their entire body. i usually have my hands 1/3 and ¾ of the way down their body with as much of their bulk resting on my arms as possible.
For especially food driven snakes, i use a hook.

to-my-beloved-fandoms  asked:

our boys go to a gay pride fest for a case ,one thing leads to another, they still need to blend in while chasing the bad guy/girl, sherlock is about to take off his scarf and jacket to throw some rainbows on when John stops, him blushing slightly, with out thinking goes. "I got this." wipes off his jumper, showing a bi pride, tank top underneath, gay pride bracelet and grabs a handful of glitter from a near by person. " I told you, not gay. I am Bi." Sherlock is in shock but then smiles.

I love this !

Shin Soukoku Week

Day 1: Moonlight/ Fair Tale

Red Riding Hood au in which instead of there being a wolf there’s actually a tiger who comes out under the moon light rampaging the near by towns aka Atsushi Nakajima. And Akutagawa known as one of the most ruthless hunters out there whos trademark is the red hood that hides a dark power underneath *cough* rashomon *cough* is sent to kill the tiger, but he sees something deeper within the eyes of the tiger that he has not seen in any other animal hes hunted before which leads him to wanting to get to know more about the tiger instead.

anyone else so baffled and disturbed when VERY famous youtube make up gurus have those “boyfriend/husband does my voice over/does my make-up” videos and the dudes can’t tell shit like concealer and foundation apart, or they don’t know where highlighter goes and so on..

and not because i expect anyone to have knowledge of make-up, but because these women make their careers out of youtube beauty videos. those are their jobs, and honestly, oftentimes it looks like they are the breadwinners there.

so like.. your wife/gf has a career built on putting make up on in front of the camera. she shops, vlogs, everything connected to make up, sometimes puts quite a bit of her/your personal life into it and you pay that little attention to it that you think highlight goes underneath the cheekbone?

or, do they like pick the knowledge up as i’d expect but pretend to be bambling bafoons anyway because it would make them feel insecure?

why can ppl not see there’s an issue with saying stuff like ‘i hate ____!!!’ and then adding underneath ‘but if you’re ____ you’re cool!!!’ like…….what

like if it said ‘i hate straight people but if you’re trans its okay!!’ like how about…….just dont say u hate an entire group of people

‘i hate cis people but if you’re gay it’s okay!!’ you guys are so transparent??

honestly its on the shipping side of things as well ‘i hate *insert nasty ship* but if you use it to cope you’re cool!!’ like what are you going to do ?? harass every single shipper of a ship you dont like to see if they use it for a coping mechanism or not?? just block it lol

- mod sombra

Amelia got struck by lightning while splashing in a puddle during a thunderstorm. Not that you can tell it’s her, of course. But it does prove that she has the pointy ears underneath all her hair. Meanwhile:

Amelia’s misfortune didn’t clue Elizabeth in that splashing in a puddle during a thunderstorm might be hazardous to your health…

anonymous asked:

I know you talked about this a few hours ago but those DMs are definitely fake. "Louis" sent two messages within one minute, which means that his icon should only appear next to the second message and the time aka 03:57 should only show up underneath the second message too. Just thought you'd like to know :) All the love x

i didn’t know that 👀 probably bc no one slides into my dms

The first time Fry takes off his jacket in front of Bender and is wearing only a white sleeveless undershirt Bender almost falls out of his seat. (Its mid-summer and the heat is blistering, they’re skipping their shift, hanging out on the deck of the Planet Express building and trying to stay cool under loftily made sheet-umbrellas.) He manages play it cool, though, with some completely unecessary coughing (Bender has no lungs) and making some offhand comment about being temporarily blinded by the paleness of Fry’s arms , casually hiding behind lighting up a cigar.

The real story, though, is that he never realized that Fry would actually have arms underneath all that fabric, not to mention some pretty hefty biceps (“underdeveloped” or not, Bender still likes them more then is probably reasonable), and he definitely didn’t expect them to be littered with a smattering of freckles, either.

Fry doesn’t take note of Bender’s comment, only continues complaining about the too-hot heat, thoughtlessly throwing his jacket behind him. It’ll probably be eaten by Zoidberg later.

Bender abruptly stands up, announcing his departure by grinning and exhaling a cloud of smoke into Fry’s face. Fry grimaces and is in the middle of trying to somehow blow the smoke away without inhaling any of it when Bender wordlessly heads toward the cooler.

Bender thinks to himself that maybe he should try and get Fry to take off his jacket more often. He opens the cooler and pulls out a couple of beers - It could be fun. Bender silently walks back, pausing behind Fry’s chair to drop a half-melted ice cube down his tank top, laughing when Fry jumps away with a yelp.

Bender sits down and watches Fry over the head of the beer he’s got set against his mouth, grinning to himself as Fry scrambles to get the ice cube out of his shirt. When Fry finally settles Bender gives him a moment, smirking in the face of his glare. He shrugs in response,

“Just trying to help ya cool off, meatbag.“

He tosses a freezing bottle of beer into Fry’s lap, making it look accidental, and stifles another smile when Fry shrieks again and desperately tries to get it away from his crotch. Fry’s arms are funny and pink in the harsh summer sunlight, looking like they’d acquired more freckles in the past two minutes then they’d had before.

Bender dutifully opens the bottle for Fry after the redhead manages to get a hold of it and shoves it in Bender’s face, scowling. Bender lightly grabs Fry’s wrist, knowing his fingers are as cold as the beer, if not colder, and smiles when Fry flinches reflexively from the cold but doesn’t pull away. Bender guides the bottle to Fry’s lips and gently pours, smirking at the way Fry’s face quickly becomes as flushed red as his sunburnt shoulders and at the way Fry swallows thickly, like his throat has suddenly filled with cotton.

Bender gently let’s go of Fry’s wrist, leans back into his lawn chair, looks Fry in his no-longer-scowling eyes and winks. Bender hums idly to himself and lowers his sunhat over his face. Yeah, messing with Fry when he doesn’t have his jacket on is definitely fun.

And cute.

anonymous asked:

Hii ☺️ I saw that you posted the screenshot of a Twitter DM that someone submitted and it proved that Louis' DM to that E*eanor update account is fake. I just thought that I should add something 😁 As that anon already said, if you send more than one message within one minute, the icon should only show up next to the last message. What they didn't mention though (or maybe I just didn't see it) is that the time stamp (aka 03:57) should only appear underneath the last message too :) All the love x

Oooooh!! AMAZING!! Thank you for this other addition x