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So obviously this had to happen

In reference to Chris’ answer to my question of whether he would ever do a graphic novel (He said as long as he was the main character and had abs)

Chris.

Call me.

Let’s make this happen.

Seriously though, if anyone like. Has Chris’ number I should probably send this to him right? Right.

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Since I’ve wathed Sherlock I quite can’t push idea of BBC!Sherlock and Discworld crossover. 

Also how do I neutral expression. 

i can never be convinced that Peepers didn’t totally admire Stella Starbella when he was a child. Where do you think that love for gogo boots came from??

The Foxes as Hamilton songs
  • Dan: History has its eyes on you
  • Kevin: Non-stop
  • Matt: My shot
  • Aaron: Wait for it
  • Seth: The story of tonight
  • Allison: Satisfied
  • Nicky: Helpless
  • Renee: That would be enough
  • Neil: Cabinet Battle #1
  • Andrew: Meet me inside
  • Wymack: Dear Theodosia
  • Jeremy: What'd I miss?
  • Jean: Guns and Ships
  • Riko: You'll be back

“Ah, Miss Trevelyan,” he said at length, “I hear that you’ve been causing my constables a great deal of grief.” [X X]


Inspector Cullen commissioned from the incredibly talented and incredibly lovely falsesecuritysketches​​

There was yelling about MZ being the World’s Best Goober Dad, and then my hand slipped…

Fridays (Jimin Smut/Fluff)

Word Count: 1,355 Words

You loved him. He was your little ball of sunshine even when he was an asshole to you. He would hold you tight, sometimes never letting you go to work. Your boss hasn’t asked why you always seem to take off Fridays off a lot. He would spend the whole day with you, just holding you close to him like a kid would hold their teddy bear.

Being with him for so long, you two gone far in intimacy and he was a different person, a man of only sexual desires that you had to fulfill. He was commanding, demanding and had absolute control.

“Kitten~” His sleepy voice rang in your ears when you sat up on the bed. He touched your shoulder, kissing the skin before resting his chin on it.

“Morning, Jiminie.” He played with your hair, twisting strands around his fingers and  knotting up your hair. You let him, knowing your hair was still a mess without or with his ‘help’. He sat up, shifting beside you and holding your hand.

“I think you’re forgetting something.”

“And what is that?”

“This.” He tilted your head by your chin and kissed you. Usually you would use the ‘bad breath’ excuse but he would just get on top of you and kiss you anyways.

He pulled away, smiling and you finally stood up. He was still holding your hand when you got up, pulling you back from going to the bathroom.

“Stay in with me, kitten.”

“Jimin, not this Friday too.”

“It’s the only day I get off besides the weekend.”

“We still have the weekend?”

“Please stay home.” He pouted like a child, in your head he still was one. You still pulled your hand away to which he just followed you into the bathroom.

“J-Jimin, what the hell! Go back to bed.”

“Not until you say you’ll stay home with me.”

“I guess you’ll be following me all day.”

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“When I said you’ll be following me all day, I didn’t mean it literally.”

“It’s too late for that, you should’ve said something before we left.”

“You jumped into my car, I wasn’t going to kick you on the street.”

“Well, there’s a first time for everything.”

“Well you’re just going to have to help me then.” You were a student teacher for a 1st grade class and their actual teacher is away today.

“What?”

“You could teach them a bit about music and dance. I’m being teaching the main stuff and you could organize stuff from me because you decided to follow me to work.”

“It would be fun if we were home, you know?”

“Oh, it’s time to pick up the kids.” They lined up outside until the bell rang, which rang and you beckoned Jimin to follow you again.

“Come on, guys.” You smiled at them, and they followed you to the classroom. They say in their assigned seats except these two boys.

“Alex, I know you’re sitting Liam’s spot. Switch back, please.”

“Yes, Miss Y/N.”

“Now, good morning class.”

“Good morning, Miss Y/N.” They chorused , that was your favourite part. You explain to them what they would do today and hoped nobody would ask about your lovely Jimin who was still in the rocking chair, playing with his thumbs.

“Miss, who is the old man?”

“I’m not old, little girl.”

“He’s a special guest I brought for you, he’s going to teach you guys Dance and Music just for today.”

“Morning, kids. I’m Jimin.”

“Hello, Mr. Jimin.”

“Now that we have introductions out of the way, let’s start our first lesson.” You started with language arts, reading them a storybook.

“Miss!”

“Can I go to the bathroom, please?”

“Jimin, can you please take him?” He looked at you, dumbfounded and you silently begged him. He took the little boy and you told the class to write a few things about the book that they liked.

You sat at your desk, marking and reading over some of the other work they did last week.

“Miss Y/N?”

“Yes, Alice.” You walked over to her, helping her with her question and Jimin walked in. He got close to your ear, his lips basically brushing against them.

“Can’t I leave? That kid is a menace.”

“Jimin, hush and you said you would teach them.”

“I could make an excuse.” He whispered while you walked back to your desk. You went back to your desk and waited for the kids to finish.

“Okay, does anyone want to share? Yes, Shawn.”

“I like the characters because they were all different and interesting.”

“Good, anyone else?”

“Me! Me!”

“Okay, Alex, go ahead.”

“I like the way Miss Y/N read the book.”

“Alex, that’s very sweet but what is your thoughts on the book?”

“I like the pictures.”

“Okay, thank you Alex.” You told everyone to read their books for the rest of the period to lunch and went back to reading next to Jimin.

“That little kid.”

“What, Alex? Isn’t he adorable?”

“It sounds like he has a crush on you.”

“Jimin, he’s 6. Are you jealous~?”

“N-No, I’m clearly cuter.”

“And jealous~” You punched his cheek a little before he slapped your hand off and heard the bell rang. The kids ran outside for recess.

“I’ve dreamt about this, Y/N.”

“J-Jimin.”

“It’s 30 minutes, right?”

“Jimin.” He kissed your neck, sucking lightly on the skin. He left no hickeys but you could feel his marks on your skin. He quickly unbuttoned your blouse and unzipped your pencil skirt.

“Are you going to be good for daddy, kitten?”

“Yes, daddy.” He pulled down your skirt quickly and bent you over the desk. He played with your thong, rubbing the material against your wet pussy.

“Dirty little slut, is it proper to come in a thong? Answer me, kitten.” He spanked you, your answer being screamed out in pleasure. He squatted, and buried his face in your pussy. His tongue did an assault on you before his fingers pounded you.

He started with one finger, two fingers, three fingers then his whole hand was inside you.

“Fuck-J-Jimin!”

“Take it, you fucking slut.”

“G-God.” You try to hold in you climax, knowing what would happen but you couldn’t contain yourself. You came, his tongue licking you clean and he flipped you over. His fingers plunged into your mouth, your fingers licking your juices clean.

“What do I always tell you?”

“N-Not to cum without Daddy’s permission.” His fingers pounding into you again, you pushed up on the desk.

“If you want to cum, you’re going to keep cumming until I tell you to fucking stop. Got it, kitten?”

“Ooh, yes-daddy.” He made you cum again and again, so much so you thought you were going to faint from the overstimulation.

“Bend over.”

You flipped over, your ass in his view and he slid himself inside you. He grabbed your hair and began to pound you against the desk.

“Fuck, kitten. You’re so fucking tight.”

“A-ahhh.” The desk shook when he thrusted deep inside you, you moaning out his name. He pulled on your hair tighter, your moans becoming louder.

He picked up, and sat in the chair. He moved your hips to make you feel him deeper. You would scream out, the sound of your skin slapping against each other not enough to overpower the sound of your moans.

“Cum like the dirty little fucking slut you are, kitten.”

“J-Jimin!” You reached your high yet again, his cock following not too long after. You got up, putting your clothes back on and going into the bathroom on the side of the classroom.

“Kitten, are you alright?” He kissed your forehead and helped you fix your ‘sex hair’ and he wiped off yours and his sweat.

“How am I supposed to walk the rest of the day?”

“I’ll just carry you everywhere.” You were going to respond when the kids all came back. They looked pretty eager to do dance and music now.

“We’re going to have fun today, guys. I’m sure I did.”

But it’s only when I see a clip of her in the field, leading a raid on the main entrance of the Nut, that something clicks and I realize I’m in the presence of another victor. Lyme, the tribute from District 2, who won her Hunger Games over a generation ago. Effie sent us her tape, among others, to prepare for the Quarter Quell. I’ve probably caught glimpses of her during the Games over the years, but she’s kept a low profile. With my newfound knowledge of Haymitch’s and Finnick’s treatment, all I can think is: What did the Capitol do to her after she won?

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could be that the “materia” command in the menu covers all the types of materia that aren’t confined to magic? like all the command materia, for instance

absolutely possible, and would even make a great deal of sense for Remake’s smaller command menu, given that the original command menu could sometimes end up looking like this