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As the fare for public transportation in New York City continues to increase, more and more New Yorkers find themselves in a position where they cannot afford to pay. So many of my clients end up arrested for jumping the turnstile. It is ridiculous and a waste of resources and time
In New York, it is legal to swipe an unlimited metro card when exiting the train for someone else. Swipe it forward and help out someone who cannot afford a fare, or a student who has forgotten their pass. Do a little thing that can help in a big way

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I can’t believe peridot is fucking dead

BLACKOUT | BTS Apocalyptic AU | Chapter Thirteen pt 2

Genre : BTS Post-Apocalyptic AU, SMUT/ANGST, tw: swearing, gore, violence, SMUT

Characters : BTS x Reader, featuring appearances from Got7

Word Count : 3327

A/N: Hello i am back from my time of being sad merry christmas my babies pls enjoy this i kno i did  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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why must i pick a nearly 20-year-old game to become a megafan of during the Crit Role Christmas hiatus

Is Molly really only on screen for 8 minutes? Because if so, in my opinion, it’s pretty impressive that we get to see not one, but two!!! tender cheek kisses, a hot as frick kiss to the lips that, yes might have been a fantasy, we guess…because we’re never specifically told how Sherlock actually faked his death. Regardless, Molly helped him to do so, because Sherlock trusted her enough to help him with something as big as that.

Another thing we see in the course of this supposed 8 minutes of screentime is how well they work together, whether it be in Sherlock’s home away from home at Bart’s, or in his actual home where they solve crimes together before they head out to the city to continue with their sleuthing.

We see their relationship evolve; Molly has no qualms about teasing the great detective, and we get to see how much she she cares and worries for him, and hell, she can make him apology with a single look! Sherlock on the other hand seems so open with her now. He gives her genuine, warm smiles, and he just seems so incredibly fond of her. She gets flack for her slaps now, but honestly she did it out of great affection, and yes anger, but it was obvious she couldn’t stand to see Sherlock so strung out on drugs, and sometimes to bring someone back to focus you have to knock them upside the head. 

 Trust is brought back into their relationship again when we see Molly is the first person Sherlock thinks of when he’s shot; she’s a guiding light and voice for him, and she has his back when he’s ready fall. Even in The Abominable Bride when Sherlock creates a Victorian scenario in his overdosed brain, he can’t even imagine Bart’s, nay a world where Molly Hooper isn’t in it. Say what you will about her lack of screentime, but to me, 8 minutes of all of this has been incredibly enjoyable, and heartwarming to watch. We’ve seen two characters grow, and their friendship blossom, and that’s been enough for me.

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Favourite characters + tropes - Sam Winchester (Supernatural)

“You know me. You know why. I’m not leaving my brother alone out there.”

Destination unknown.  Rotterdam, 2016.

Let’s face it:  Rotterdam is not Singapore and this image was heavily photoshopped.  I removed a few hundred patches of chewing gum that littered the image and will continue to litter the city for some 30 years, if I’m right.  The image got a bit better; the city will have to do without such cosmetic changes.  I left the other half intact in order to preserve some sense of “reality”.

I don’t ship Lauriver, mainly because I don’t like Arrow’s version of Oliver Queen nor the way they established their relationship foundation but damn, the 100th episode of Arrow really got me. Oliver was finally acting towards Laurel like Oliver Queen would act towards Dinah Laurel Lance. With fire, and passion, and a sense of clingy attachment and awe. It reminded me of their comic relationship for pretty much the first time. 

Just makes me mourn what could have been for the show had it actually portrayed the Green Arrow and Black Canary as they should have been. Instead of detouring with the O/city mess, continuously flip-flopping with Oliver’s character, taking far to many cues from pop culture ideals of Batman canon, and getting into the racism and sexism bits of the show is a entirely separate post. 

Real shame, I actually enjoyed the overall feel of Arrow 100th; hopefully with the DCEU films we get a more accurately portrayed GA and BC both individually and together. If not, there’s always the current comics (which I adore), various animated appearances, and such. 

It may seem like a small thing to many, but the fact that the “Emerald City” Facebook folks refer to a character by the gender they identify with versus the gender others might associate with them is SO IMPORTANT. I’d go into more detail, but people might not have seen the show yet and may want to and it’s kind of a spoiler. There’s also a lot to unpack with that particular plot line anyway and probably some more reveals in store.

Still, that character sees themselves in one way and how the Facebook account for the show is handling them is really awesome. It’s just one word, but I think it means the world to some people out there. We need more stuff like that.

Bookstore Shenanigans (Kyungsoo x Reader)

Ehehehe I had just finished reading a book when I thought about this idea. For some strange reason I was also thinking of 50 Shades of Grey (no bondage in this one-shot sorry lol) as well, probably because I was listening to the surprisingly good soundtrack. That and basically Kyungsoo voice porn lol Well, I mean every time Kyungsoo sings it’s like pure sex to my ears. Like holy shite the feels. Kyungsoo bothers me so bad; bothers me in THAT way if ya know what I mean. Anyway, hope you enjoy this one!

P.S. I’m probably just horny af for Kyungsoo and that’s why I wrote this lol 

You tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear with frozen fingers who’s nails were painted a chipped mint color from weeks ago, shifting your brown leather sling purse to the side of your hip as you felt your phone vibrate softly. You continued along the busy city sidewalk, practiced enough to walk and read the text message you had received. You acquitted this skill to the fact that you’d been walking with a book in your nose at the same time since you could read. Your petal pink lips parted with intrigue as you read the message:

From: Kyungsoo
I just arrived at Fernsby & Dankworth’s. I’ll meet you in the Young Adult Literature section.

You couldn’t help but smile, chuckling at the words, knowing that Kyungsoo had a pretty massive distaste for that genre. He was so quiet and mysterious, yet at the same time you knew all these things about him because he seemed to be open only with you.The two of you, ever since bumping into each other at the massive bookstore, had become inseparable. You didn’t talk constantly like normal people; really, now that you thought about it, you didn’t talk to him hardly at all. Instead, the two of you were content to just be in each other’s presence. It wasn’t a conventional friendship or relationship, but it was perfect and it satisfied you.
As you pushed through the massive oak doors of the giant bookstore’s entrance, holding down your skirt from the sudden gust of wind, you thought about Kyungsoo for a moment. You thought about your first encounter with him, when he had silently handed you a book he had just finished reading with a quiet smile on his heart shaped lips. You’d been very shocked at first, since no one hardly ever approached you, a perfect example of a wallflower. You also remember blushing substantially due to the fact that he was such a handsome boy; hands slipping into his pockets as he casually walked away, only to glance back over his shoulder to say that when you finished it to give it back the next time you saw him.
You scowled to yourself as you felt your heartbeat quicken from the memory. You and Kyungsoo were strictly friends and you doubted he would ever look at a girl like you.
Shaking yourself mentally, you began to ascend the steps to the second floor of the blissfully dusty bookstore, inhaling the musty smell of old and new books. Fernsby and Dankworth’s bookstore had been your most frequent haunt for years, becoming part of your routine to stop by numerous times a week, whether it was to read or just take some time to sip tea with yourself, as well as spend time with Kyungsoo as of recent. You entered the extensive Young Adult Literature section, only to find that he wasn’t there.
Frowning to yourself with a shrug, you walked off to another genre, knowing you’d find him somewhere in the store eventually. Padding in your worn brown leather combat boots, you went over to a corner of the store you hadn’t actually been in yet. Strangely, the rows of bookshelves weren’t marked with their genre. Curiosity got the better of you and you walked down the shelves reading the titles with growing revulsion. They were all smut and erotica novels, no wonder the section wasn’t labeled. Glancing up and down the row to check if you were completely alone, you pulled one book from the row, gingerly opening it’s cover. Reading a few pages led to the next chapter, and the next. You were completely engrossed in the strangely appealing sexual literature, that you failed to notice the other person in the row, until a faint chuckle came to your ears.
Your head snapped up like a whip, squeaking in shock, “K-kyungsoo!”
He smirked over to you, raising a dark eyebrow, “Didn’t know you were into those kind of books too, ____.”
You quickly replaced the erotic novel back in its place, pulling your over sized maroon sweater down, stuttering embarrassingly, “I’m not! It’s just…,” you failed to explain yourself much to your chagrin.
He pulled one off the shelf for himself, one hand perfectly balancing the book, the other shoved in his pocket, “It looked to me like you were enjoying it quite a bit.”
You bit your lip nervously, far past the point of embarrassment, cringing at his every word. He walked slowly towards you, not looking up from his reading, “I think you liked it a lot by the way you were practically trembling.”
As his soft voice murmured, you couldn’t help but watch the way his mouth moved over each word. He suddenly spoke again, reading from his book, still approaching you lazily, “Her body shook deliciously as his hands slipped up her thigh, his mouth grazing over her collarbone until his fingers found her aching clothed heat.”
You gulped as he seemed to taste the words on his lips, glancing up at you with a smile as he continued, “She moaned wantonly as he slipped two fingers knuckle deep into her soaking core, pumping in and out painfully slow, allowing her to feel the beautiful sliding motion at its maximum.”
You felt your own panties begin to get damp as Kyungsoo finally reached where you were standing, caging you against the shelf with his body. His head tilted down as his dark eyes looked at you amused, “Are you getting off at this _____?,” he smirked at you, letting a hand fall to your cheek, “Because, it’s okay if you are. I’m enjoying this little show of yours quite a bit.”
His warm palm cupped your cheek as he leaned in close, the pad of his thumb drawing patterns across your lips, and he placed the sensual novel on a shelf by your head. You sucked in a breathe as his beautiful lips moved a hairs breathe from your own, “Her heart began to beat furiously as he leaned in, his warm breathe fanning across her face,” his other hand caught your hip roughly, his voice going an octave lower. “Suddenly it was all tongue and teeth as he tugged at her lower lip, begging she would allow him to ravage and please her completely.”
At your breaking point, you gripped the collar of his jacket and brought him to your lips, attacking his plump lips furiously with your own. You felt his chest rumble with laughter, ignoring it completely as you bit his bottom lip angrily, mumbling between kisses, “Dammit Do Kyungsoo, I hate you.”
As you assaulted his neck, he threaded his fingers languidly through your hair, tugging as he spoke, “Really? Because I actually think you love me.”
You heard him gasp lightly when you sucked at the hollow of his throat, causing a small bruise to grow there. You looked up at him, smirking when you saw his open mouthed and closed eyes expression, daring to unbutton a few of the buttons on his shirt to press wet kisses to his pale chest. You were suddenly pushed back and you looked up to find an annoyed Kyungsoo, his expression also slightly dazed. Looking at his bruised lips and neck made you feel satisfied, that is until he pressed his knee between you legs.
You gasped in shock, looking up to find his dark eyes staring so deeply at your own. His hands managed to nimbly slip underneath your sweater, massaging your sides and drawing circles on your hips, causing you to moan his name softly. He leaned down to your ear, biting at it before speaking lowly, “Tell me what you want right now, ____. Do you want what’s in those books?”
You could hardly speak, your face heating up at his words. You refused to answer and instead decided to see what he would do to you next, a morbid curiosity aroused you.
His eyebrows furrowed, annoyed at you again, “You’re so stubborn, you know that?”
You were about to snap back at him when you felt the knee against you soaked heat replaced by fingers. You groaned as he stroked at your folds through your panties, teasing your clit occasionally. He licked his lips, his dark eyes intense, his fingers slowing their work, “What was that ____? I don’t think I heard you right.”
You glared silently up at him, grabbing his hand yourself and forcing him to pleasure you better. He smirked at this, pressing open mouth kisses to you neck, “You know, this would be easier of you just told me what you wanted.”
You were just getting wetter and wetter, wanting him to properly touch you with his rough hands. It was frustrating for you to see him taking this so easily, even though his arousal was poking at your belly. It annoyed you how smooth and indifferent he was acting. You wanted to see an animal, a beast, emerge from that cool facade.
You pushed his hand away, slipping off your panties and shorts and bringing your own fingers to your core. You moaned as you inserted two fingers into yourself, making sure to look up at him to see if he was watching properly. You decided to see what would happen if you pushed his buttons. You rubbed at your slick clit with a loud gasp, “Oh yes! Kyungsoo, if only you could touch me like this.”
You heard him growl angrily, ripping your hand away from pleasuring yourself and pinning your arms above your head. He crushed his lips into yours roughly, shoving his tongue into your mouth and ravaging you completely. You moaned your appreciation as he pulled his mouth from yours. He stepped back, shifting his jacket off and unbuttoning his shirt slowly. You bit your lip as he gazed at you with an intense expression, slipping the shirt from his flawless torso and letting it fall in a pile to the floor along with his other clothes. He obviously meant business by the way he basically ripped your sweater and bra off, making your breath pick up in anticipation.
He was breathing heavily as well, his chest rising and falling as he stared at your nakedness. Unable to contain himself, he easily hoisted you up and pressed you against the bookcase, attacking your exposed breasts with his mouth. You knotted your hands in his dark hair as he sucked onto one of your hardened nipples, his free hand groping at your ass. As he pleasured your chest, you made sure for him to hear you moaning his name and telling him how badly you wanted it. How much you wanted him inside you. Stroking his ego obviously turned Kyungsoo on, because he abandoned your breasts and guided his member to your entrance, teasing your aching folds as he groaned out, “I’m going to fuck you so hard ____ that you’re not going to be able to walk out of here,” he gripped at your waist as he pushed in the tip slightly, “You’re going to be feeling it for weeks after I’m done with you.”
You nodded frantically and he finally succumbed to need and slowly pushed into you. You gasped out his name when he finally reached the end of his member, fully sheathed within your gripping core. He moaned as well, beginning to shift in and out as your walls sucked him back in each time. His thrusts were powerful and controlled, knowing from reactions just where you wanted him to hit you. The bookcase shook slightly with each thrust as his hips flicked up into you, the feeling of his dick inside of you overwhelming your senses.
You groaned out as he mumbled hotly into your neck, “You like that? I’m giving you something better than anyone in those books could ever do to you.”
His own moans were beautiful, slightly musical and deep in his throat. Every time you would snap your hips to meet his, his moans would sound like he was singing. It was probably the hottest thing you’d ever heard and it went straight to your slick heat that he was currently punishing with pleasure.
You both groaned as your ends approached, your bodies slick with sweat and dotted with bites and bruises. You grasped his hair desperately as you gasped his name over and over and clung to his shoulders like a lifeline. His thrusts became dangerously frantic as you finally found your release. You yelled out his name as your orgasm swept through you, causing you to clench around his member tightly. He groaned your own name loudly as your tightened walls milked the release from him, his hot seed shooting into you in thick, powerful spurts.
As you both finished riding out your releases, Kyungsoo pressed his sweat slicked forehead to your own, breathing heavily as he mumbled, “Huh. I guess it’d be cliche to tell you I love you right now, but I do.”
You laughed and kissed his gorgeous plump lips, “Cliche’s okay if you backed it up with a performance like that. Also, I think you could be an erotic novel writer yourself with the way you spoke to me earlier.”
He grinned at you, the quiet boy gone and replaced with a charming smile and laughing eyes, “Then maybe we should meet in this section of the bookstore more often and you can help inspire my writing.”