clean hit

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Part 2 of this thing [X] :3c also inspired by Yamato’s pose~

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a cog in the machine pt. 1

pairing: reader x jimin, yoongi

genre: robot!jimin, assassin!au, mafia!au, angst, smut

word count: 6,954

warnings: depictions of violence, descriptive smut, mention of minor character death

A/N: thank you to @kenwayer27 for helping me develop the plot of this series. thank you to @gukvory for putting up with my constant teasers and torment.

Originally posted by the-rap-man

a cog in the machine:  a small or insignificant member of a larger organization or system

“Run!” you heard Hyunsik shout behind you as your feet gained momentum on the pavement. Yoongi was already several yards ahead of you, leading the way to safety. The three of you had been ambushed. Your targets now made you the target.

You could feel your heartbeat in your chest as you tried to run as fast as you could, but you were stuck in place. There was no place for you to go. There was no place for you to hide as the sounds of their bullets started to ring through your ears.

“I told you to run!” he shouted again, angry that your feet hadn’t made any progress.

“I can’t move!” you shout as you turn around to face him.

The air gets knocked out of your lungs when you see the sight in front of you. Hyunsik is on his knees. Flowers grow from chest where the metal bullets made impact. He silently begs you to turn around, not wanting you to see the gardenia’s blooming. You let out a silent scream, no one able to hear your cries as you watch the petals of the white flowers spread open as they drain the light from his eyes.

Your eyes snapped open to a room full of darkness. You were dreaming. It was just a dream. You grabbed at your chest only to find that you weren’t dressed. Sitting up, you realized that you had fallen asleep in his bed. The clock on his bedside table read 4:30 in the morning. You had to be up in 30 minutes.

He doesn’t stir as you slip out of his bed, cursing yourself for breaking one of the most important rules between the two of you: never stay the night. Sleeping with your partner was already a very bad idea and neither of you wanted to deal with what could happen if either of you developed feelings. Emotional weakness could get either one of you killed.

And as your dream reminded you, you had already lost enough.

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Understanding NHL play-by-play announcers: a Masterpost

D to D: not a gay porn thing, defensemen to defensemen

Fans on it: when a player completely misses the puck, which is usually right in front of them. when this happens point and laugh.

Dropping the shoulder: refers to someone throwing a clean hit, if the shoulder is dropped that means they’re aiming away from the head. 

Sends it deep: also not a gay porn thing, refers to someone trying to clear the puck out of their zone, usually happens during a power play

pass cut: someone was being stupid and decided to pass to a guy and didn’t notice the 6 foot + grown man RIGHT IN THEIR WAY.

The slot: a place on the ice right in front of the net where people score a lot. if the other team ends up in yours, just start crying.

a couple of finns: no fish are on the ice, just people from finland

The draw/drop: a faceoff

[blank] is riding him hard: defending him closely, very possibly a gay porn thing

good look: has surprisingly little to do with the eyes, basically a good shot

tape to tape: a clean pass, refers to the tape on the stick blade.

where momma hides the cookies: reference to the top shelf, as in the puck goes into the net high. sometimes they’re gluten free cookies.

tumbling muffin: Boston Bruins announcer Jack Edwards loves these, they probably sell them at Dunkin Donuts. Or David Krejci saved the bruins asses again and sent the puck own the ice. either way. mostly a boston thing.

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Request: “Hii mmhmh, I just want to say that I like your blog so much, I think you’re cute and I would ask for a fic where Bucky and reader have to share a bed so he has a hard time trying to hide how turned on by reader he is. Smut, if possible. THANK YOU.” 

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Language, implied nasty thoughs and activities. The second part will be full of SIN and SMUT.

A/N; I’ll try to write the second part as soon as possible. Thank you for requesting and, by the way, YOU ARE THE CUTE ONE HERE *heart eyes*

PART 1 (of 2)

- Oh, FUCK, yes - you groan pushing the door of the crappy motel.

Bucky let out a ligh chuckle while opening the door wider so he can push in the big bag he’s carrying inside.

- I though we would never make it. Why is this place so far away from… everything? - You complain

It has been nearly four hours of car travelling since you have ended your last mission and arrived to the first motel you have spotted in all the journey. You and Bucky are in the middle of Taiwan, wounded and tired from a rough mission and, of course, you have lost all your communication devices, so you decided to grab a car, hit the road, and stop in the first place you see to call the team and get some rest while they come for you.

- We did it, doll - a soft smile playing on his lips looking at how you nearly drag your feet over the dirty floor.

- Yep - you smile at him too before heading to the man behind the counter - Good evening, we need two rooms, please - you ask politely

The small man doesn’t even blink, just stares at you.

- Excuse me? - you try again - Sleep? - you mimic the universal sign clasping your hands together at a side of your head and something seems to click in the man

- Ah, Thậng khū̀ t̂xngkār thī̀ ca phạkp̄h̀xn pheụ̄̀x h̄ı̂ c̄hạn dū - your eyes couldn’t be wider. You look back at Bucky, searching for help and he looks down at you clueless too

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