beach court

Summer Boy || Jeon Jungkook (M)

Picture mine

{ pt.02 }

Jungkook x reader

Genre: smut with a plot?

Word Count: 12,047

~ A long plot and long smut. Possible part two in the future!


I stretched my hand out the window, letting it glide and ride along the wind. The summer sun was beating heavily over the opened sky, with not a single cloud in sight. Though the breeze was just right to keep us from melting over the heat. I adjusted my new pair of sunglasses as my friend Coco, who was driving, nudged me to turn up the radio. I leaned in to crank the small knob and hoped something good would come on. ‘Work’ by Rihanna started playing and the other three girls in the back seats completely lost it. Singing every word passionately in my ear, I cover my face with the palm of my hand, embarrassed that theses were my friends. I looked at the driver’s seat finding Coco mumbling over Drake’s lines. Her father had given her permission to take us to stay at their beach house for the summer as a congratulation for graduating. She had just bought herself a brand new BMW convertible in her favorite shade of cherry red, that she had been dying to take out on a trip. She caught me staring at her and laughed embarrassed at her lack of self-control. I turned to look at the crazy one of us, who we called Bisty because of her lack of height. She stood on her seat with her hands waving in the air, moving her hips to the rhythm of the music.

   “If your ass falls out of the car, we aren’t stopping to help you.” I laughed. She only tried to shake her ass in front of my face as a response and I rolled my eyes before turning back to face the main road.

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Aedion whenever Aelin and Rowan came back from the beach

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Rhysand: Sabotage!
Feyre:…what? Sandwich?
Rhysand: I said sabotage!
Feyre: I know what you said I was giving you an example of it, I’m going to purposefully mishear everything tamlin said until he goes crazy!


Tamlin *falls in Lake* Feyre help me!
Feyre: what?
Tamlin: go find help!
Feyre: you want me to do what? I can’t hear you

some miscellaneous facts about my tour:

1. someone named john yang walked by, our guide says he’s famous

2. there’s a whiteboard in their hq somewhere where someone wrote “The true enemy of humanity is disorder…. and cats” with a doodle of a cat face next to it

3. someone in there really likes legos

4. their breakroom looks really clean, well-lit and the variety in those vending machines dude i want to live there

5. they had a classroom full of computers and chairs, each chair costs $1300. that lumbar support tho A+

6. there’s a little beach volleyball court on the campus

7. they have a lot of fanart and fan creations and fan letters on the walls, i even saw a real handmade sword someone sent to blizzard years ago

and a secret that i’m not allowed to tell, i really want to but i signed a nondisclosure agreement sooooo you guys will just have to see soon™

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Cloud nine was another time, even as the sentiment remains in ever bigger highway signs, but you can still collect the scenes just after everything changed — for better or worse. 

It’s always so hard to tell.

Each time things started to happen again, the highway grew. A little hope at the rise of the Interstate, then the realization that the business moved away. What went wrong? 

Sometimes you might even get sad at all this change.

How to fit in when the people have left the back roads behind? Who wants to look for new places when the twisting tarmac has shunned you? It’s not for lack of brains. It just does no good to try. 

Secondary roads are a desert now. But some things you never leave behind.

There are tens of thousands of photos like these. Put a frame on a few and you fashion something resembling memory — dreams of travel and the possibility to indulge one’s shy mind. Always out on the road.

Little gestures that blink like a bulb on a soon-to-die sign.

What’s it all about?

I guess I just wasn’t made for these times.  

Motel motto.

Originally posted by whenitpoursyoureign

Roman Reigns Blurb  - The Cruise

This ship was enormous. Like, I’m going to get lost in it constantly, enormous. Holy shit. I walked down the never ending hallway and finally came to a stop at room number 2482. I popped the key card into the door and stepped in. I tossed my bag on the bed as I looked around. It was pretty standard - bed, desk, television on the dresser, decent bathroom. It would do. I never slept that well when I wasn’t in my own bed, anyway, so my expectations weren’t that high.

This cruise hadn’t been my idea but when Melanie had started talking about getting the high school crew back together again, this is what we had collectively come up with. It would be fun, I admitted to myself.  It had been years since we had all been in the same place at the same time so we were going to make the most of it. Besides, I could certainly do with some much needed girl time. Matt and I had finally called our marriage quits six months ago after trying for years to make things work. It was overwhelming trying to step back into normalcy. And the dating world? Forget about it. I was too old for this shit. Not that forty was old but Matt and I had been together since we were teenagers, so I didn’t even know how to begin navigating the sketchy waters of dating in your forties. So far, I was failing pretty spectacularly.

“What are you doing? Get changed so we can head out to the pool!” Melanie said as she and Jen walked in. “It’s time to get our drink on.”

I laughed as I dug out my suit from my bag. “Alright, alright.”

“Damn, girl,” Jen said as I stepped out of the bathroom. “Age is treating you well.”

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anidala week 2017 - day three: modern au
fic title: stars in the sky (bring the summer right back to me)
word count: 3962
also available: ao3

It is a truth universally acknowledged that over the summer Jewish children go to sleepaway camp and Padmé Amidala, at age fourteen, finally joined the ranks of her fellow teenagers to attend one such camp. She had argued that there were better ways to spend her summer, such as the Legislative Youth Program that she had wanted to attend, an intense six week program in Washington D.C. where she and other like minded teenagers would learn the nuances of American politics. Her parents chided her, insisting she spent at least one summer away from home as a kid, like her sister Sola always had, and not as the budding politician she one day hoped to be. Her protests shut down, Padmé reluctantly found herself nearly melting and sticking to the seats of an almost-too-old-to-drive school bus on her way to the Jacob and Edith Diamondstein Institute, more commonly referred to as Camp JEDI.

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anonymous asked:

Where do you think champoins live like in which maps? We know Torvald probably lives in the Stone Keep and Makoa in the Frog Isle. I love your headcanons btw

I personally think they shift around a lot and never stay in one place for too long! But since you asked… (also including PvE, Survival and Payload maps for greater variety)

Makoa: Frog Isle

Fernando: Outpost/Stone Keep

Torvald: Stone Keep

Barik: Snowfall Junction

Ruckus: Primal Court

Inara: Jaguar Falls

Drogoz: Hidden Temple

Bomb King: Frog Isle

Viktor: Outpost

Tyra: Jaguar Falls/Primal Court

Sha Lin: Primal Court

Cassie: Fish Market

Kinessa: Outpost

Evie: Frostbite Caverns/Ice Mines

Skye: Outpost

Lex: Snowfall Junction

Buck: Hidden Temple

Androxus: Frostbite Caverns/Outpost

Maeve: Outpost

Mal’Damba: Serpent Beach

Pip: Primal Court

Grover: Serpent Beach

Grohk: Primal Court

Ying: Hidden Temple/Primal Court