caught speeding

If you dropped a water balloon on a bed of nails, you’d expect it to burst spectacularly. And you’d be right – some of the time. Under the right conditions, though, you’d see what a high-speed camera caught in the animation above: a pancake-shaped bounce with nary a leak. Physically, this is a scaled-up version of what happens to a water droplet when it hits a superhydrophobic surface. 

Water repellent superhydrophobic surfaces are covered in microscale roughness, much like a bed of tiny nails. When the balloon (or droplet) hits, it deforms into the gaps between posts. In the case of the water balloon, its rubbery exterior pulls back against that deformation. (For the droplet, the same effect is provided by surface tension.) That tension pulls the deformed parts of the balloon back up, causing the whole balloon to rebound off the nails in a pancake-like shape. For more, check out this video on the student balloon project or the original water droplet research. (Image credits: T. Hecksher et al., Y. Liu et al.; via The New York Times; submitted by Justin B.)

10

As usual, I turned off the news about 60 seconds into their daily coverage of Trump press briefings. Basically when it’s obvious that there is no substance in what he’s saying or he starts talking about “fake news” and I doubt the press conference will produce any further meaningful material.


Well a little bit later I got on twitter and realized I missed a significant portion where this country’s president used a national stage to defend blatantly white supremacy our nations ugly history of racism and horror.

As a black person I’m obviously not surprised at the lengths Trump is capable of dragging down the office of the presidency - an office that tainted with the stain of systemic oppression slavery and black pain.

However what more needs to be said and done about this president before he is no longer allowed to use his platform as a literal white supremacy recruitment campaign?

On top of the everyday victims of anti-black hatred and white supremacists bigotry, all Trump is capable of doing is adding deadly amounts of fuel to an already abhorrent fire that has been burning from this nations birth.

So yeah. I happened to miss this happen live. Don’t know what place I would have been in mentally if I saw this live. But here are the tweets that caught me up to speed case any of you missed this as well

Tailgate and honk on a single lane street, how'd that work out for you?

This happened a few months ago as I was driving my work van(the biggest Mercedes sprinter you can drive without a commercial licence) around Amsterdam delivering groceries. This story takes place on a single lane road with high curbs on both sides that takes you from one neighborhood to another. Speed limit is 50kph, although it could have been 70 imho except in some tight corners.

Now I’ve driven here so many times before that I feel comfortable doing 60-ish, just a bit faster than normal without the risk of getting caught speeding in an urban area.

Suddenly I hear a loud beep behind me, and wouldn’t you know it, it’s a BMW! “What a surprise!” I think to myself. I was quite impressed by my ability to guess the brand of this automobile, because everything forward of the rear doors wasn’t visible in my mirrors.

The tailgating and honking continues for a little while until I spot the perfect opportunity to teach this Ikea-pencil equipped douche a lesson: a long straight section in the road. For those of you who haven’t been to the Netherlands before, our government loves two things: taxes and using those taxes to build speedbumps.

As such we have a wide variety of speedbumps and this straight section was equipped with my personal favorite: the bus bypass variant, a trapezoid block just wide enough that a normal car has to pass over it with at least one wheel, but a bus can pass over it unobstructed.

I’ve had plenty of practice with these obstacles and line up for a flawless pass while accelerating to a mindnumbing 70 kmh, the BMW still glued to my rear bumper. I pass over the obstacle without the slightest inconvenience….. The oblivious BMW driver however hits it in the worst possible way, launching himself into the ceiling of his car and grinding his oilpan as the suspension compresses.

After that he kept a good distance.

Hangover

Originally posted by lolurnotgrantgustin


Pairing: Barry Allen x Reader

Request: “15,28,27? 💖💖 I love your stories!!!”

Prompt:

15. I’d kill for a coffee… literally;
28. How drunk was I?;
27. No. Regrets.

Word count: 840

A/N: Finally, I found time to write this imagine. I’ve been planning this since I read your request for the first time, but I had some problems with my school works. It’s hard to balance school and hobbies, mostly when I spend more time at school than at home. Sorry for the late reply and I hope you like it.

- G. x

Warning: (Y/E/S) is Your Eye Shape and (Y/E/C) is Your Eye Colour.


It was one of those strenuous days and you’ve been yawning since you sat on your computer chair at S.T.A.R. Labs.

You had a wild night with your co-workers and, obviously, you were wasted out of your mind. You were not a much drinker, so you never learnt how to handle the alcohol and you never managed on staying sober until the end of the night, even though you only had few shots every single time.

“How are you, (Y/N)?” You suddenly felt a cold breeze on your skin and you knew that it was Barry talking to you.

I’d kill for a coffee…” You seriously answered, but Barry took it as if it was a joke. In fact, you heard him laughing so hard, but quickly stopped as you gave him a death glare. “… literally.”

You immediately felt a cold gust of wind for a second and you saw Barry, holding a tray with two coffees on it, using his right hand. Obviously, he also uses his super powers to make up his friends’ days.

“Thank you!” You smiled widely as he handed your cup.

“Hangover, yeah?” He teased you as he took the seat next to you, watching you taking a sip of your still burning hot coffee. It tasted so good and you thanked Barry for his pleasing gesture.

“Yup.” You sighed as you brought your fingers to your temples and massaged them, trying to ease the ache your head was having. “Sometimes, I envy you.”

“Huh?” He raised an eyebrow as he looked into your (Y/E/S) (Y/E/C) eyes, trying to put pieces together to find the appropriate answer.

“Alcohol never affects you and you’ve never gotten drunk.” You answered confidently, as if the answer was already obvious.

“Oh.” He answered and a loud guffaw escaped from his mouth. “I can imagine, but I am just twenty-seven and my drinking career has already ended.”

“It’s better, duh!” You arrogantly exclaimed. “And then I can’t even remember anything that has happened last night.” You whined as you took another sip of your relaxing caffeine bomb drink.

“You wouldn’t want to know what you did last night.” He chuckled as he remembered the happening of the previous night.

“OMG!” You were shocked because of what he has said. “How drunk was I?

“Enough to ask me to pretend to be your boyfriend.” Your eyes widen for what he has said and he just snorted for your reaction.

“Awkward.” You covered your face as you laughed for your stupid drunken actions.

“It’s fine.” He winked at you and you felt that your cheeks got hotter and redder.

“We didn’t do anything abnormal, right?” You asked, peeking from the spaces between your fingers.

“You mean that you don’t remember how you kissed me last night?” You quickly looked at him with your mouth partially hung-opened.

“Are you kidding?” You felt your cheeks burning and Barry knew how embarrassed you were. “It can’t be.”

“What? Are you rejecting me?” Barry pretended that he took your reaction as an offense and you just rolled your eyes.

“Shut up!” You slapped his arm playfully and he started to laugh once again. “I’m having to deal with this embarrassing situation here, okay?”

“Didn’t you have fun?” He asked you, leaning a little bit nearer towards you.

No. Regrets.” You sighed as you rolled your eyes. “I did a very bad figure.”

“I’m your best friend, (Y/N). We grew up together and we both did bad figures in the past. It’s not like I’m judging you if you behaved like that last night.” He caressed your now normal-coloured cheek. “I mean, I even had fun protecting you.”

“Thank you, Bar.” You rested your head on his shoulder, shaking off the shameful figure you did last night.

“It’s not a problem.” He leant in to leave a kiss on your forehead. “What do you think, then? Another night out this Saturday?”

“Oh my goodness, no! We better have a lazy movie night, instead.” You raised your head from his shoulder and you shook it for several times.

“Sure,” He flashed you a playful wide smile. “so you can feel how our lips fit and move in sync together.”

“Oh shut the fuck up!” You pushed him away from you and you gave him a loud and painful slap.

“Ouch!” He complaint as he rubbed his arm carefully. “Peevish!” He started to run away from you as he made fun of you. You rolled your eyes and you threw him your now empty paper coffee cup, which he has caught using his speed.

“Dumbass!” You insulted back as you started to type something on your computer, not minding Barry anymore.

You were thankful that you had Barry as your best friend, instead of someone else. At least, you were safe with him, even when you weren’t unconscious of what’s happening around you.

You were lucky to have him, even though it cost you patience every time he would make fun of you or he would tease you.


18 senior in high school decide to have a small get together with some friends bonfire and cheap vodka type night. End up camping outside because nice weather and all. Few sleeping bags unzipped to use as blankets and we all lay down and the order went my gf, me, girlfriends best friend, her boyfriend, two other couples. Well the other girls boyfriend was passed out drunk my girlfriend was asleep and I was nodding off, girlfriends best friend rubs against my dick with her ass. Think nothing of it were packed in like sardines figured it was an accident. Rubbs against me again start to stiffen hear her moan she leans back to me and says “they’re asleep you know” I say “Yeah they got pretty drunk” she says “so they won’t find out if you put that cock of yours in my ass” she reaches into my shorts and pulls out my cock puts it up her ass dry we fuck as quietly as we can but she’s a noisy one start to get worried we’ll get caught so I speed up. Cum buckets up her ass then roll away from her to find out my gf has been awake the whole time and has been running one out to me fucking her best friend in front of her.

Sun (Pietro Maximoff x Reader, slight Thor Odinson x Reader)

Summary: Friendships can be hard, especially when one of the people in the friendship falls for the other. It gets especially hard when the person that you love likes someone else. And it is extremely hard to let that person go, even if it means that the darkness creeps back in.

Word Count: 4,134

Warnings: Angst, Swearing, Slight Mentions of Clowns (Don’t worry there aren’t actually any in it), Fluff.

A/N: HOLY CABOOSES THIS IS SO LONG! I’m telling you guys, when I write about Pietro I go all out. This one is about a dream I had and I wanted to share it with all of you lovely people! I hope you enjoy and if you want to be added to my Tag List, just let me know! 

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MASTERLIST

Originally posted by thatsadarksoul

“Ah!” You laughed, smiling widely. “Pietro, put me down!”

“Never!” Pietro shouted, smiling brightly as he ran around the compound with you thrown over his shoulder. Spinning around, you both laugh as you pounded on his back, trying to get him to let you down. “Have you learned your lesson, Draga?”

“Yes,” You lied, and he finally set you down. You see, you had not-so accidentally ate Pietro’s cupcake that he had saved. Wanting to ‘teach you a lesson,’ or so he put it, he had picked you up and ran you around the compound, spinning and laughing the whole way.

“And what have you learned?” He asked, breathless.

“Not a single thing,” You said with a shit-eating grin before taking off. Running through the halls, you slid on the wooden floor as you rounded the corner, Pietro laughing behind you. As if you could outrun him.

Laughing joyously, you ran through the halls of the compound as Pietro chased after you. Right as you were about to make it to the kitchen, Pietro used his super-speed and caught you, laughing as you tried to get out of his arms.

“You’re not going anywhere this time, Draga,” He said with a grin, looking down at you. Pouting in his arms, you tried to release your best friend’s grip on you. Stuck in an iron clasp, you began to look for help. A flash of blonde catches your eye, and you smile deviously. “What are you-?”

“THOR!” You shouted, trying to get the god’s attention. Confused, Thor walked back out into the hallway to find you struggling in Pietro’s arms, with Pietro no longer laughing at the sight of Thor. 

“Yes?” Thor asked with a smile, waltzing up to you.

“Would you be a dear and make Pietro let go of me?” You asked, fluttering your eyelashes at the muscular man.

“Of course, Lady (Y/N),”

Gulping, Pietro quickly released you. He had once sparred with Thor, and let’s just say it did not go well for our friend in blue.

“Thank you, O great and mighty Thor!” You said, fake swooning at the end. Booming laughter filling the room at your acting, Thor smiled at you in amusement. Eyes rolling, Pietro looked at the two of you.

“C’mon, (Y/N),” He started. “I won’t capture you anymore. Let’s go watch some TV, yes?”

Thinking about it, you shook your head. “Nah, I’m going to spend some time with Thor,” You said teasingly, looping your arm through his. “He’s my new best friend.”

Gaping, Pietro looked at you. “What?!”

Laughing at his reaction, you dropped your arm from Thor’s. “I’m just joking,” You said, waltzing up to Pietro. Lightly hitting his arm, you smile. “Lighten up.”

“We will spend time together though, right?” Thor asked, drawing your attention back to him. 

“Of course!” You said, lighting up. 

“Then I shall look forward to our meeting,” The god said with a smile as he walked up to you. Picking up your hand, Thor placed a gentle kiss onto the back of it, causing a blush to creep onto your cheeks. “Until then.” 

Eyes turning into slits, Pietro glared at the god. “C’mon, (Y/N),” He grumbled, grabbing your other hand. Dragging you away, Pietro wanted to put as much distance between you and the overly-affectionate man as he could.


“I just do not understand why you don’t tell (Y/N) that you have feelings for her,” Wanda sighed, laying down on her bed as she created energy orbs around her. Groaning, Pietro ran his fingers through his hair once again.

“I can’t!” Pietro said, lightly pulling on his hair in frustration. Rolling her eyes, Wanda looked at her twin.

“Yes, you can! Give me one good reason why you can’t tell her about your feelings,” Wanda challenged, quirking an eyebrow up at her twin. Sitting on the edge of his sister’s bed, he looks at her.

“Because she is my best friend,” Pietro starts as he looks at the picture of the three of you on Wanda’s dresser. “Because it would ruin our friendship if she doesn’t like me back. When, I should say, because she most certainly does not like me.”

“Why do you say that?” Wanda asked, focusing more on her brother now.

Sighing, Pietro looks at her. “Because she likes someone else. Thor, to be exact. I can see it in her eyes. Every time the two are together, there is a sparkle in her eyes. And of course she would like him, who doesn’t? He’s great.” Pietro groaned, falling face-down onto the mattress. Scooting closer to her brother, Wanda laid her hand on his back.

“You’re great too,” She comforted, looking down at her distressed brother.

“Noagrempf,” He replied, muffled by the mattress. Groaning in frustration, Wanda turned over her brother.

“Repeat what you said,” She ordered, crossing her arms in front of her. Staring blankly up at the cream-colored ceiling, Pietro sighed.

“I’m not as great as him,” He mumbled, looking at his sister. “Compared to him, I’m nothing. (Y/N) wants and needs a strong man to protect her, to love her. He’s a god, and I’m just a man. He’s king of Asgard, and the only thing I’m king of is nothing. King of nothing. Why wouldn’t she pick him over me?”

Heart breaking just a tad over Pietro’s insecurities, Wanda found herself looking at the photo of the three of you as the room filled with silence. The photo was of the three of you at Disney World when the team took a trip. You, wanting to take a picture right in front of the opening gate and in front of the castle, had grabbed both her and Pietro’s hand. You were in the middle of the two of them, smiling brightly at Tony who was holding the camera. While Wanda was smiling at the camera the time of the picture being taken, Pietro was smiling at you. Even back then, he loved her, Wanda thought as she looked back at her brother whose arm was thrown over his face.

Huffing out in frustration, Pietro sat back up. “Whatever, I need to go distract myself. I’ll be down in the gym.” Nodding solemnly, Wanda pulled her knees into her chest as she watched her brother slip his shoes back on. 

“Hey, am I interrupting?” You called out, knocking on the wooden door frame as you stood in the doorway. 

Eyes flitting towards her brother, Wanda responded. “No, not at all,” She said as Pietro had looked from her to you.

“Great!” You said, smiling brightly. Eyes landing on Pietro, you smiled at him. “Hey, I was about to go watch Hell’s Kitchen, wanna come? I know just how much you love that show.”

Smile faltering a little bit, Pietro looked at you. “No, I think I am going to go do some training.” What is he doing? Wanda thought as she felt her brother break a little at his own words.

Your own smile faltering at your best friend’s words, you quickly fix it. “Oh, want me to come with you? I really do need to get some training in and-”

“No,” Pietro said, cutting you off. “I just want to be alone right now.” You idiot! Wanda thought as she saw your smile fall. 

“O-oh, okay,” You mumbled. “I guess I’ll go see if Thor is doing something.” Feeling her brother’s heart break at your words, Wanda looked at her twin in disbelief. “See you around?” 

“Sure,” Pietro said softly, before pushing through you and out the door, carrying his heartbreak with him. You had left shortly after him, carrying your own form of hurt with you. 

What am I going to do? Wanda thought as she began to watch her two closest friends drift apart, seemingly forever.


It had been a month since you and Pietro had last talked. A month since you talked to your best friend, seen him smile. And you had no idea what you did wrong. You had constantly gone over that last day, replaying every little detail to find out what went wrong, what you did wrong. Finding nothing, you had turned into a shell of your former self. Without him, you didn’t know what to do. How to act, how to laugh, how to live. Without your best friend, you had nothing. That month was full of darkness, along with your life now, and you only had one little ray of sunshine in the never-ending darkness:

Thor.

In that month of darkness, he was there. There for you when the person you wanted most wasn’t. Thor had been there, cheering you up with his heroic tales of gallantry, making you laugh as he watched all of your favorite shows with you. Through the dark, he was always there. Pulling you out of bed each morning, promising that it was a new day full of wonderful surprises. You now found yourself in your bed, just like the beginning of every day for the past month, trying to find out what went wrong.

“(Y/N)?” A low voice called out, knuckles rasping against the fine wood of your door. Turning the knob, in came your little ray of sunshine, pushing and fighting back all of the darkness and demons in it. “Are we just going to lay in bed all day?”

“Yes,” You mumbled, pulling the sheets back over your head. Not even a moment later they were thrown back off of you, to be replaced with the smiling face of Thor. 

“You must really get up, it is nearly eight.” Thor said, tugging you up into a sitting position by your arms. 

“Yes, nearly eight,” You repeated, gaze falling on him. “Which means that I shouldn’t be up this early.”

Laughing, Thor tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear. “What if I told you that today will be an adventure?” He asked, smiling when he sees your eyes light up at the word ‘adventure.’

“What kind of adventure?”

“Oh, the best kind. One filled with fun and danger,” Thor replied, smiling. “Now, will you be going on this adventure with me, or do I have to take the Man of Iron instead?”

“You’re taking me,” You said with a smile. Standing up, Thor offered you his hand. 

“Go get dressed, then. We have a big day ahead of us,” He said, pulling you up. Nodding at his words, you quickly got ready in your bathroom as Thor entertained himself in your bedroom with your TV. Walking back out, Thor looked back up to you.

“Ready for our adventure?” He asked with a smile, offering his hand to you.

“Yes, yes I am,” You answered taking his hand, your fingers interlocking with his. Leading you out of your room, Thor walked with you happily through the halls, swinging your interlocked hands back and forth. 

And you were ready for your adventure. Ready for new things, for new chances. You were tired of the darkness in your life, tired of the pain it brought you. I’m going to be happy, you thought as you looked up at Thor, who was humming a little song. Happy without him, you thought, heart tugging at the thought of your former best friend. 


Hearing footsteps and humming outside of his door, Pietro woke from his light and un-restful sleep. Groaning, Pietro made his way to his door to found out who the hell was humming at eight in the freaking morning.

Head peaking out of his door, Pietro felt his heart tear in half at the sight before him. There you were, the girl he loved, holding hands with Thor, smiling up at him. 

Too shocked to say anything, Pietro numbly closed his door. Back against the cold wood, he slipped down towards the floor, sitting down. Head resting against the door, Pietro screwed his eyes shut as he tried to keep the tears from splashing over and onto his cheeks. Failing, a tear slipped out onto his cheek, rolling down his face at the feeling of his heart ripping to pieces. 

Rip, rip, rip, Pietro thought as he wiped the fresh tear away. That’s all you ever do, no? He asked himself, looking down at his heart. And he was right. That’s all his heart ever did, nowadays. Every time he looked at you, with or without Thor, his heart ripped and tore itself to pieces. Over and over again.


This, is our adventure?” You asked in shock, staring at what was before you.

“Yes,” Thor said, smiling in triumph. “I thought you needed a bit of cheering up, so I took you to the most fun place around. Do you like it?” He asked, looking down at you. Mindlessly nodding, you took in the sight before you.

“Yes!” You shouted with glee, snapping out of your daze. “I can’t believe you brought me to a carnival! I haven’t been to one since I was a kid! But I have to ask, what is the danger?”

Thor, smiling down at you, began pulling you towards the noisy carnival. “Well, there are clowns here, aren’t there? Very scary beings, very dangerous.”

Laughing at his answer, you pull him towards the game booths. “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you,” You said with a smirk, taking in all of the bright colors.

“My hero!” Thor laughed, smiling as you dragged him all over the carnival, beginning your adventure.


“Pietro, get up,” Wanda demanded, looking down at her brother who was splayed out on his bed. Not receiving an answer, Wanda’s patience began to wear thin. “It’s three o’clock in the afternoon. You need to get up, shower, and interact with people.”

Groaning, he looked at his twin. “There’s no point.”

“What do you mean ‘there’s no point?’”

“I mean,” Pietro sighed, sitting up. “There’s no point. It’s over. She’s with him.”

Feeling his heart break again, Wanda looked at her brother with sympathy. “Don’t say that, Pietro.”

“Well, too bad. I’m sayin’ it,” Pietro pouted, falling back onto his pillows. Anger flaring inside of her at her twin, Wanda gritted her teeth.

“That’s it,” She grumbled. With a flick of her wrist, the blinds opened, allowing sunlight to stream into his room. Pietro, screwing his eyes shut because of the bright light, groaned.

“Noooo!” Pietro said, burying his face into his pillow. Stomping over to her brother, she yanked the pillow off of his head.

“Now, you are going to get up and shower. You are going to get dressed and then go interact with people. I am sick and tired of seeing you like this. So you are going to get up, you are going to shower, and you are going to do it all with a huge smile on your face, like you are the happiest fucking person in the whole world. Understand?” Wanda asked, eyeing her brother down. 

Sitting up, Pietro nodded shamefully at his sister. Looking up at her, he is met with her staring him down. Smirking slightly, he quirked up his eyebrow. “You know, sometimes you remind me so much of Mom when you do that. Act all bossy.”

“I know,” Wanda replied softly and with a smile at the thought of her mother. “Now get dressed.” She said, voice demanding once again.


The day certainly was an adventure for the two of you. The day was full of laughter and fun as you rode rides and tried to win stuffed animals at the game booths. Thankfully, the two of you hadn’t run into any clowns, reducing the ‘danger’ aspect to your day. The sky that was once blue was now pink, turning into a deep orange as the sun set on a great day.

“Did you enjoy your adventure?” Thor asked, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“Yes, I did,”

“And did you get to do everything that you wanted to do?” He asked, hand still holding yours.

“Well,” You said with a sly grin as you glanced up to the large Ferris Wheel. “Almost.”

Eyes following yours, Thor realized what you wanted to do. “Well, let us ride this Wheel of Ferris.” He said in that booming voice of his. 

“Let’s,” You laughed as he pulled you towards the wheel. Before you knew it, the sky was turning a dark midnight blue color and the stars were coming out as the two of you boarded the Ferris Wheel. Carnival lights shinning the rainbow all around you, the two of you slowly made your way around the wheel.

“These lights,” Thor said, cutting through the silence. “They remind me of the Rainbow Bridge, back on Asgard. It is a wonderful sight, really. I should take you some time.”

Lighting up at his words, you turned towards him. “You would take me to Asgard?” You asked, disbelief flooding your words.

“Why, of course,” He smiled, turning towards you. “I would do anything for you.” He finished, voice almost a whisper. 

Heat creeping up your neck, you looked at Thor, chanting the words that you said to yourself this morning over and over again: I’m going to be happy. You even added a new phrase: I deserve to be happy. Leaning in ever so slightly, Thor moved a piece of hair away from your eyes, leaning in too. 

“You deserve to be happy, (Y/N),” He whispered. Flushing once more at his words, you leaned in closer, ghosting your lips over his. His hand moved to the back of your head as his lips brushed over yours, before firmly placing them against yours. You kissed him back, your own hand moving up to his cheek as your lips moved in sync, just like the lights on the Ferris Wheel. 

“Pietro…” You breathed out, completely in a bliss. Stopping abruptly, Thor pulled back and looked at you. Confused as to why he stopped, you too looked at Thor until you realized what you said. And it definitely wasn’t his name.

“O-oh my gosh, I-I am so sorry,” You quickly said, fumbling over your words as heat flooded through your body in embarrassment. 

Looking at you, Thor smiled slightly before answering. “It is alright,” He said, interrupting your incoherent ramblings. “You deserve to be happy, and you will be the happiest with Pietro. I knew that, but I still wanted to try.”

Gaping at his words, you just nodded along to what he said. You will be the happiest with Pietro. And suddenly, it all made sense:

You would be the happiest with Pietro. You didn’t need a little ray of sunshine in your dark world, you needed a Sun. A Sun that would fend off all of the monsters and demons. A Sun that would fill your world with light. And Pietro was just that, your own personal Sun.

“I-I need to-”

“Go to him. I understand,” Thor said, nodding. Ride stopping at the bottom, the two of you got out. “Are you ready for your next adventure, Lady (Y/N)?” He asked as the two of you walked back out to the car. 

“Yes. I finally am.”


Car stopping in the garage, you frantically undid your seatbelt as you went over your speech that you were going to say to Pietro. Looking over at Thor, he gave you a small smile.

“Thank you,” You said, breaking the silence. “For everything. You truly were my little ray of sunshine in the dark world.”

“You are very welcome, (Y/N),” Thor responded as he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. Eyes lighting up, he looks at you. “Hey, that would be a cool movie title. Thor: The Dark World. What do you think?”

Eyes rolling at him, you chuckled. “Sure, whatever you say.” Pausing, you look up at the familiar compound with a little fear inside of you. 

“Go, before I pick you up and take you to him myself,” Thor urged, nodding towards the compound. Nodding in determination, you leaned over and kissed Thor on the cheek before exiting the car. 

Making your way through the compound, you felt like your heart was going to jump out of your chest. As a mantra, you kept repeating your speech:

Pietro. I love you. I always have, and I always will. I don’t care if you love me back, but I just had to tell you. I want and need my best friend back.

Over and over you repeated your mantra, letting your feet take the familiar path to Pietro’s bedroom. Before you knew it, you were at his door, and you were so not ready yet.

Eyes screwed shut, you reached out your hand and knocked on his door. You heard a clicking noise and then the familiar creak of the door opening. And then, you heard him.

“(Y/N)? Why are your eyes shut? You look kinda stupid.” Oh, such a romantic.

Eyes opening, you look at your best friend and you feel your heart ache for him. “C-can I come in?” 

Hesitating, Pietro nodded, opening the door wider for you to enter. You quickly walked in as Pietro shut the door closed. “What can I do for you?”

And just like that. Poof! There goes your memorized speech. “I…uh…”

“(Y/N).”

Snapping out of your daze, you shook your head as if that got rid of your nerves. “Sorry, sorry. I just have to tell you something.”

“And that is?” He asked, quirking up an eyebrow as his heart began to race with what he heard next. And it was so much better than the speech you prepared.

“Pietro, you are my Sun. The Sun that lights up my whole world. The Sun that warms me to my bones, the Sun that leaves me feeling alive. Pietro, you are the Sun that drives away the darkness, the demons, the fears. And without my Sun, my whole world plummets into darkness. A darkness where I am stranded, with no light to warm me, no light to keep me living. Sure, there are some people that were little rays of sunshine that somehow broke through the darkness, but they could never warm me fully. I was always left a little cold, a little empty. And partly, that was my fault. I killed my own Sun. I drove it away. And for that,” You said, choking back a sob. “I am truly sorry. I am sorry for driving you away. And I am truly sorry for what I am about to say, because it is in no way fair for me to say this to you, after all that I have done. Pietro-”

Breath hitching at your words, Pietro took a step closer to you.

“Pietro Maximoff. I want my Sun back into my life. I want it back so desperately because I didn’t realize what I had until it was gone. Pietro, I am a girl that fell in love with her Sun. Even if you don’t love me-”

“Shut up,” Pietro interrupted, grinning wildly at you.

“What?” You asked, wiping away a tear.

“I said, ‘shut up,’” He repeated, taking another step forward. Falling silent, you looked up at your Sun. “Who said that I didn’t love you?”

“W-what?” You said, smiling as Pietro cupped your cheek in his hand. 

“You heard me,” He said with a smile. Your hands found his face now too. “Do I need to say it again?”

“Yes,” You answered, love pouring out of you.

“I love you.”

“PIETRO MAXIMOFF LOVES ME!” You exclaimed, throwing your hands up in the air. Laughing at your antics, Pietro tugged your face towards his, crashing his lips onto yours. Smiling into this kiss, your hands found his hair as his found your waist, and you both pulled the other towards yourself. Your lips moved in perfect sync, more in sync than the lights on the Ferris Wheel would ever be. The kiss deepened as Pietro glided his tongue across your bottom lip, which you happily accepted. Pulling apart (too soon, in your and Pietro’s opinion), you rested your forehead against Pietro’s, a smile plastered onto both of your faces as butterflies danced in your stomachs.

Gently kissing your lips once more, Pietro smiled blissfully as you whispered to him those three little words that he had just said to you. 

“Hey, guess what,” Pietro said, nudging your nose with his.

“What?” You asked, running your hand down his chest.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N) LOVES ME!” He exclaimed, throwing his hands into the air, just as you did. Laughter bubbling from your chest, you tugged him down towards you for another kiss, grin matching his. As your lips met, you felt that warmth spread through your body and seep into your bones. The warmth that only your Sun could provide.

FANFIC * NESSIAN * PART TWELVE

Originally posted by princessofpoldark

Nessian Part Twelve by L.J. LaFleur 

I stiffened as his snarl deepened. Amber droplets fell towards the hem of my indigo gown. Cassian slid his rough hand over mine, his unfailing warmth spreading through me. I didn’t dare look at him, nor did he glimpse at me.

So, we watched, as I struggled to make it through the endless night. We watched as I faintly sung Feyre’s lullaby, as I attempted to speak of the curse and failed. As I prayed to whatever gods or goddesses Prythian kept.

We stood in silence, watching as I counted the brightest stars—wishing upon them for a different life. Wishing for a stronger body, one that could have fought off monsters and feral beasts without failure. A body and spirit that would make the earth tremble my name.

The night progressed, creatures of all shapes sniffed me for pleasure, for food. Only to be scared off by something my human ears could not tune into.

Threatening shadows, hissing their warning to those who lingered.

Sapphire ink circled the sky, wrapping itself in a new cloak of stars. I cried in pain, trying to drag myself towards the direction Tamlin left in, hoping to find Feyre. Pulling myself by tree roots, I made it halfway up the hill before rolling back down, defeated. I wept as I caught speed, only to slam my head into a moss-covered rock at the bottom. I faced the stars once again, feeling the trail of drawn blood leak down my pale face.

“Feyre…” I mumbled as the distant lights blurred into one another, more crimson dripping from my temple. “Fey…”

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@salutmapoulecestmanu, @onestenrepublique, if you are interessed…

If anyone around our french blogs that speak only english wants to know how French politics is going right now, knowing than April the 23rd we vote for our president, here we go:

Yann Barthès: Well.. we’re may be going to stop to speak about Donald Trump because we’re getting worst than Americans. Today the French election campaign arrived into a new area. A area we call in our office the “Fuck it” area.

[Show a Emmanuel Macron picture]

We’re Mars the 1st, I still didn’t present my program *. Fuck it ! Vote for me anyway.

[show a picture of Jean-Luc Mélenchon and Benoit Hamon]

we’re are the same, we have no chance to win if we don’t associate with each other. But fuck it ! Vote for us.

[Show a picture of Marine Le Pen]

Well me I got to investigations about me one about the financing of the campaign of my party, and the police that summoned me about a case of fakes jobs. But I didn’t went ! Fuck it ! Vote for me !

[Show a picture of François Fillon]

[sight]

[sight again because seriously]

midday today, press conference.

Fillon:  Ladies and Gentlemen, My lawyer learnt I will be summoned March the 15th by the examining magistrate for an investigation procedure.

Yann Barthès: March the 15th, the candidate of the right wing will get an investigation procedure against him. Fuck it !

Fillon: I won’t surrender, I won’t withdraw from the campaign. Yes I will be candidat to become the president of the republic

Yann Barthès: I don’t give a fuck. fuck what I said on TF1 {first french TV channel} in front of millions of French people.

Fillon:  Only one thing would stop me to be a candidat. If my honor was put at risk. If I was put in an investigation procedure

Yann Barthès: Fuck what I said last August in front of my campaigner

Fillon: Who would imagine for a second general De Gaulle with an investigation procedure against him ?

Yann Barthès: Fuck it.

Fillon: the president shouldn’t be a president of  miscellaneous news.

Yann Barthès: I don’t give a fuck.

Bourdin: if there was an investigation procedure against you, would you be candidat ?

Fillon:  No I wouldn’t.

Bourdin: No ?

Fillon: really not. I there was a investigation procedure against me I would consider I am not able to lead the country exemplary.

Bourdin: So it’s a question of morality ?

Fillon: Yes. It’s a question of morality. of course.

Yann Barthès: Well there is at least one good new in all of this. listen to what he said.

Fillon: When I travelled across France for three years, I heard plenty of time French people telling me “us, if a speed camera caught us, we pay. You up there, we got the feeling you never pay”. This needs to change.

Yann Barthès: “this need to change” Yes ! the good new is if Fillon is elected, this need to change. so I announce you we are all allowed to stop paying our fines ! with the fines we do that

 [tear up a fine]

because we don’t give a fuck either. fuck it !

[applauses]

what did we do to deserve that ? What did France do to deserve candidates like that ? what  did we do to get a campaign shitty like that ? after a dark time for France, with horrible attacks in Paris or nice… we though they would be up to it. up to what we went trough.

we were wrong.

[musical video singing “rien à foutre” {fuck it} while we got all the non sense ours candidates make us went through since novembre: our actual president announcing he won’t be candidate next year, the Penelope Gate, the fact Fillon will run for president anyway, Le Pen that didn’t went to the police, Mélenchon’s hologram, Macron screaming]


* Macron finally presented a program on March the 2nd. I quote him (as much as I can with my translation skills): “people though we were'nt serious if we didn’t say “this is a political program”. so we release a  “this is a political program”.

#thatReassuring

Crush//Chibs Telford

Info: Opie’s younger sister comes into Charming to reconnect with roots and get away from city life but a son catches her eye.

Warnings: swearing, smut

Originally posted by samcro-redwoodoriginals


y/n was Opie’s younger sister by a year, making her thirty years old. After she turned eighteen, she hit the road, seeking city life. Charming was a small town, everybody knows everybody, same stores everyday, nothing changed. Big city, the big city has thousands of people, ever changing stores and landscapes, that’s what eighteen year old y/n craved and got. But after a while, it was tiring and maybe sleepy ol’ Charming was what she needed. Reconnect with Opie, her nieces and nephews, even the sons. Opie had kept her up to date, joining the club, its members and everything else, they were close. Sure the members may have changed, but Jax had to still be there, at least she’d know him alongside her brother.

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Caught up on Speed

Betty was fast.


She loved speed, anything quick and smooth had her heart.

She blamed her dad, he would prop her up on a stool in his garage as he worked on some new sports car grinning at her when the engine would rev.
After every successful repair he would take her for a drive around town in whatever fast car he was working on at the moment.

As she got older she realized the adrenaline she got from riding shotgun in a corvette was nothing compared to the feeling of running down the school track, the concrete pounding under her sneakers as the trees blurred around her.

I guess her heart got caught up in all that speed too , because she didn’t think it was possible to fall in love with someone as fast as she did Archie Andrews.

Archie was always happy to comply to the speed she wanted to go, keeping her satisfied along with so many other girls.
She figured that was what happened when you fell in love, it wasn’t fair of her to keep him all too herself when he was so great.

But, she was getting older she was going to be a junior this year and watching all the couples finally become official she couldn’t help but feel hurt when she spilled her heart to Archie for him to only tell her, he would never feel the same way.

And then there was jughead.

He made you laugh, he was smart and wise beyond his years always coming up with a witty comeback or a movie quote to relate to the situation, and those eyes.
You couldn’t really avoid them when you found yourself staring right into them almost every time you came to pops.

Not to mention the fact that he had totally saved you from smacking Archie square in the face, when the insensitive jerk wouldn’t stop going on about his new love. For some reason you felt much more relaxed with this moody boy than you did with your supposed best friend.

On that thought process, why did he seem so protective of you?
You figured you were the one who did the protecting in this secret friendship you’d made up.

You could remember the quiet arguments with weatherby about the dark haired boy being treated unfairly by students and teachers.


Always making sure his booth was open when he came to Pops,
(You had to threaten quite a few people to keep his safe space, safe.)

And taking his jacket one day when he got up to the bathroom , only to bring it back the next day , sewn and washed good as new.

That was how this worked wasn’t it? You admired him from afar, knowing he would never be interested in you like that, so settling for the boy next door. That was routine. It was normal.

But apparently normal was totally overrated when you found the boy of your thoughts sliding into your booth and agreeing to join the school paper, with very little begging.

What a weird day.

Tightening your sneakers l, you figured a midnight run would clear all these crazy thoughts out of your head.

Mom would absolutely kill you if she found out you were running around riverdale with Jason blossoms murderer still on the loose.

It was a good thing mom was too doped up on sleeping pills to wake up for the next nine hours.

Six miles in, your lungs were burning and the ache in your calves told you it was time to turn back.

“Two times in one day, green eyes, what kind of luck do I have?”

Betty whipped around so fast her earbuds went flying out of her ears.

Standing about two feet away from her was none other than the mysterious boy she couldn’t get out of her head

Jughead Jones.

Looking around her eyes widened, she hadn’t even realized she’d run right into the south side, current home of jughead and the scariest thing to hit riverdale

The Southside Serpents.

Life After You

Originally posted by tahyns


ANONYMOUS ASKED:

Hello! Could I ask an angst one with yoongi where his s/o got hit by a car when she tried to save his dog Holli? This came from a dream i had haha thank you~~


Genre: Angst

Word Count: 510

A/N: This is long overdue I’m sorry that it’s so short but it’s really the best I could do.


Two years flew by fast, almost a haze; and before he knew it, it was October again. Yoongi sat in the kitchen, admiring the cloudy day outside. He began to reminisce over the past, the way things had been before it seemingly became dull. He remembered how she loved days like this, the gray sky, the sound of thunder, and the imminent rain that accompanied it. The way she’d get all giddy like a kid who’d seen lightning for the first time, her beaming smile at the smallest of downpours. Yoongi couldn’t help but smile to himself at the thought of her waking him up excited, smiling from ear to ear saying, “Look! It’s going to rain today!”

Just as easily as he remembered, he felt a twinge of sadness. It was on a day like this that it happened.

It was on a late morning like this one that (y/n) went outside to bring Holly in the house before he’d be soaking wet. As she held Holly in her arms and started making her way back, loud as a cannon, thunder cracked across the sky. Holly freaked and jumped from (y/n)’s arms, and bolted through the open gate out to the street. Immediately (y/n) yelled for Yoongi to come out and help her, and she too ran. Holly was about to cross the road when (y/n) caught up to him, a speeding car caught up to them as well, however; and in an attempt to save Holly, she released him. The car, taking her out with ease. It was something Yoongi would never forgive himself for. When he made it to the scene it was already too late, the damage had been done, and (y/n) was fading. He just kneeled there without saying anything, his face burned from the anger, and tears streamed down his cheeks from the sadness. She was declared dead on the scene and put to rest that week. Holly now a reminder of then, but he never blamed him. He could find peace in the thought that some part of her still lived in Holly, even if it was in some metaphorical way.

Yoongi glanced at the sleeping mutt, who’d become an indoor pup after that day, he could feel the knot in his throat tightening and the tears welling up in his eyes. A single tear was shed before he got up and went back to the room they once shared, and tried to get ready for work as a distraction from his own pain. The house was silent, as it had been ever since. As if not a single soul inhabited it. Holly continued to sleep even after Yoongi left. He bought flowers on his way, and payed a visit to his lover. He laid the flowers on the grass before speaking.

“Holly and I miss you, darling. Hopefully we’ll meet soon, yeah? Take care, I love you.”

He walked away from the grave back to his car, and as he did he whispered to himself,

“We’ll meet again soon, (y/n), I promise.”

Another waifu chart. Luna! Whos next?? Not sure.

If you hadn’t been caught up to speed, I came late into the fandom (around the beginning of season 5) I felt like giving them a shot.


Here’s the list so far:

Rainbow Dash: https://bow2yourwaifu.tumblr.com/post/160557899837/here-is-my-next-waifu-chart-this-time-i-went-with


Trixie: https://bow2yourwaifu.tumblr.com/post/156182131882/my-first-waifu-chart-was-a-prettu-successful


Applejack: https://bow2yourwaifu.tumblr.com/post/155464661087/i-wasnt-a-brony-or-artist-for-that-matter-when


More coming…

Some BSD Headcanons

[Before I head to bed for the night, here’s some headcanons in no particular order.]

  1. Dazai has insomnia [this is kind of canon, because I believe it’s mentioned in the guide book], and overall can’t sleep due to how much he has going on in his head at any given moment.
  2. Most things don’t work to help Dazai sleep, but, for some reason Melatonin knocks him right out, even though it isn’t as strong as prescription sleep aids.
  3. When Atsushi can’t sleep, he tries to focus on the noise outside the apartments, like cars passing, and that usually helps him.
  4. Kunikida usually causes about half of the messes in Katai’s house, because they end up drinking together after cleaning [based on the Wan comic] and Kunikida doesn’t realize how much of a mess he’s caused until he’s sober.
  5. Kunikida is the sleepy/happy drunk who could probably spend hours just giggling to himself and then go nap in a bath tub.
  6. Chuuya is the kind of guy who pays for people’s things if they don’t have enough cash on hand. He mostly does this with kids or elderly people though.
  7. Chuuya had to have one of those toddler nets above his bed when he was younger, because he couldn’t control his ability, and would drift upwards in his sleep.
  8. Fukuzawa owns, and wears, sweatpants, but no one has ever seen him in them aside from Ranpo [Mostly because Ranpo was raised by him, and they probably lived together, or still do.].
  9. Dazai has trouble taking naps, even when he appears to be sleeping, because he keeps his guard up 24/7.
  10. Kouyou has a million pictures of Kyouka doing the most random things.
  11. Sometimes Yosano will take advantage of the empty infirmary and just scoot around in the office chair at high speeds. [Someone caught her once and she crashed into a table.]
  12. Chuuya remembers the names of everyone he meets, or at least 9 times out of 10 he does. So if you piss him off once, he’ll remember you forever.
  13. Oda is secretly very good with animals, because he can see if they’re going to attack or not. [He used to get passed guard dogs simply by scratching their favorite spot and giving them treats.]
  14. And finally, Kunikida’s ideal even has a page on underwear, and why boxer briefs are the most superior undergarment. [I’m slowly falling asleep as I type… oh dear…]