double clutched

when trixie tore their friendship photo in 2 and veronica like senses it at the mall and doubles over clutching her heart on the escalator dropping her shopping bags is the funniest fairly oddparents moment here it is communicating to me across all these years

Live, Laugh, Love

I PROMISE I HAVE BEEN WRITING HARTWIN PROMPTS *sighs* NaNoWriMo is kicking my arse, but I have been writing and will endeavour to post stories.

Like this one. Dedicated to @elletromil (how’s this for taggin you when it’s done? *Eggsy wink*) From the tumblr post about how amazing it feels to make someone you care about really, really laugh.

It hit Eggsy the first time he made Harry laugh. Not the small smile he’d had when Eggsy mentioned My Fair Lady, nor the proud, wide grin when he’d woken up in hospital with Eggsy at his side and been told how his recruit’s loyalty had saved the world. Not even the little chuckle Harry would give whenever Eggsy said something particularly cheeky and Harry’s pain meds had been particularly effective that day.

No, the first time Eggsy said something that made Harry Hart double over, clutch the wall for support and straighten up with a hand covering his still laughing mouth made Eggsy realize that he was completely in love with Harry.

This should not have been as much of a surprise as it was, really. Eggsy’s known he thought Harry was gorgeous since he turned around to see him leaning against the wall outside the police station. Eggsy’s wanted to buy a Joys of Gay Sex book so he could bang Harry in every position since the man sat down and finished drinking his pint after wiping the pub floor with Dean’s goons. Eggsy knew he liked Harry since their twenty four hours together, making martinis and being taught how to eat like a gentleman.

Nonetheless when Eggsy watches how Harry reacts to a one-liner meant to take the piss out of Roxy, he is fully cognizant of the fact that he wants this laugh in his life. Every day. Eggsy wants to be the one who Harry can count on for a hearty laugh like that; the one who will always brighten his days.

Eggsy wants to be the one for Harry.

“You have the best laugh,” he said instead of a lengthy declaration of affection and intentions that would probably end in an ill-timed marriage proposal..

“Even better than little Daisy’s?” Harry asked as he began to compose himself. “I highly doubt that, dear boy.”

Eggsy grinned. “Dais’s laugh is magic, but she laughs at the microwave door opening and throwing herself into a pile of pillows. Your laugh is all the better for how we’ve known each other for years and I only just heard it now.”

Harry ducked his head and focused quite intently on fixing his cuffs. “Yes, well. I do admit to a certain… taciturn nature when it comes to such displays of mirth. Rather a hazard of the job, I suppose. One I do hope you never acquire. You have the most charming laugh.”

Now it was Eggsy’s turn to avoid eye contact, focusing his attention on how Harry was straightening out his already pristine sleeve hems. As he watched Harry’s movements, Eggsy saw that Harry was fidgeting. Nervous. As if he’d said something wrong. Or, Eggsy realized, said too much. “Oh.”

“Oh?” Harry asked, raising his eyes as Eggsy raised his own. “Have you remembered something important? You look most intense, dear boy.”

“I love you.”

Harry blinked once and then again. “I beg your pardon, Eggsy. I seem to have misheard you.”

“You didn’t,” Eggsy smiled. “I love you.”

“Ah,” was all Harry said.

A moment of silence passed.

“This is the moment when you say ‘I love you too, Eggsy’,” the young man prompted.

“Of course I do,” Harry replied. “I was thinking of a rather more poetic way to say the same. More… meaningful.”

Eggsy grinned. “I don’t need poetry, Harry. Don’t want it. Just want you. But go ahead, hit me with all the poetry you got. I love you.”

Harry smiled at Eggsy, eyes full of so much love that Eggsy’s gut clenched. The older man drew a deep and dramatic breath. “Ditto.”

The force of Eggsy’s laughter bent him double and he had to stabilize himself against the wall as he lost himself in the joyful release of knowing his feelings were returned.

When Harry kissed him for the first time, they were still laughing against each other’s mouths.

“Oh,” thought Matsukawa, the first time he made Makki laugh so hard that the pink-haired boy had doubled over and clutched his sides and shook with laughter. “Oh,” he’d thought again, when Makki finally caught his breath and righted himself and grinned at him, and he saw that Makki’s eyes were wet with tears of joy, and his cheeks were slightly pink. “Oh,” he’d thought again, when Makki punched him playfully on the shoulder and grinned at him, saying something about Mattsun’s unbelievable sense of humour and about how hilarious that joke had been and how terrible Mattsun was to make him lose his composure in public like that.

“Oh,” he’d thought. “I want to make him laugh like that again.”

“I want to make him laugh like that forever.”


✨NOTE: Dec 1st, 10am PST, I’ll be listing these two pins individually in batches. First round l’ll have 50 of each. Then another 50 once those are out later (I’ll let you know!)
🔸They are about ~2in in height, featuring a larger rhinestone than old mermaid pin. 🔸Double clutch for extra safety, gold plating, & rhinestone. 🔸Shipping might take a while if lots of orders come in. PLEASE be patient!😅💕 Thanks everyone!!💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

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anonymous asked:

With KuroYama comes TsukkiKen. Kuroo and Yams become a thing and Tsukki and Kenma are just kinda there, third and fourth-wheeling to the group couple and they just decide to be their own thing and they're able to keep it on the down low until Kuroo walks in on them cuddling and maybe making out a little and he gets super excited like "I'm with your best friend. You're with my best friend!!1! Double dates!"

-clutches chest-

Aight but you know Tsukki and Kenma are gonna be so against double dates but all it takes is the pleading looks from Kuroo and Yams to get them to agree

East of the Sun: Part 2

Summary: Sasuke and Sakura have a pattern: they save each other, precisely when they need help the most. SasuSaku.

Rating: Mature

Part 1

She sleeps until midday, when the sun is high overhead, filling the room with golden light. Sakura wakes, yawns, and stretches. The servants have been washing her same four kimonos—all patched and frayed, except for her mother’s wedding silks. Today she wears Okaasan’s blue kimono, the only thing she owns that she feels the least bit pretty in. It fits better after a week of good meals, and she smiles as she dresses. Last night is still much on her mind, and she hopes that Sasuke is thinking of her too.

Sakura finds him in the training yard, dueling Kakashi. This time his master wins, with a swift, decisive strike to the ribs. Sasuke doubles over, clutching his left side, and gives Kakashi the foulest look she’s ever seen. (So he’s a sore loser; this is good to know.)

After his sensei leaves, Sasuke walks over to her and says, “You’re finally awake.”

“I was up late,” she says, smiling. Sakura wraps her arms around his neck. Stands on the tips of her toes to close some of the distance between their heights. She expects him to lean down and kiss her, but he doesn’t. Instead, Sasuke takes a step back, so that she’s forced to let him go.

Sakura tilts her head to the side and asks, “What’s wrong?”

“I’m fine,” he says stiffly.

“But last night—”

“Do you want to train?” he interrupts.

“No,” Sakura says. “I want to talk.”

Sasuke looks away from her. “There’s nothing to talk about.”

When Sasuke comes to bed, she turns away. He puts a careful hand on her shoulder, silently entreating her to face him, but Sakura remembers the way he brushed off her affection this morning. As if she is good enough to touch at night, but not in the light of day. Then he kisses the nape of her neck, a soft apology pressed to her sensitive skin, and she weakens. Sakura lets him turn her over, so that she’s on her back beside him. There’s just enough moonlight coming in through the windows that she can see the shape of him above her, if not his features. She reaches up and traces Sasuke’s cheek, exploring his dark-hidden beauty with her fingertips.

Slowly, softly, he presses his mouth to hers, giving her ample opportunity to refuse his advances if she wishes to. She’s still angry and more than a little hurt, but Sakura kisses him back.

I could touch you forever and never grow tired of it.

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Play fighting. Fuck us up fam.

“Sweet mother o’ fuck, Shanaris!” Mahat bent nearly double, both hands clutching her nose, trying to stem the tide of flowing blood. “Yield! I fuckin’ yield.”

The druid across the ring dropped out of her stance and into her usual stiff posture, the light of battle in her eye fading to her usual bored expression. “Very well. Would you like me to tend to your wounds?”

There was a bruise forming high on her cheekbone, where Mahat had gotten in a hit on her blindside, but she was otherwise unscathed. She had utterly dominated the brawl, stepping casually out of the way and letting Mahat exhaust herself in her customary reckless frenzy of strikes, before moving in and delivering a combo of body blows and an elbow to the face. Three solid hits meant the fight was over, according to the company’s agreed-upon rules.

“Would I–nay, thank ye, Shana, I think I wou’ rather ‘ave Doc drug me up and saw off m’ nose entirely than let ye an’ y’fuckin’ magic hands any closer jes’ now.” Mahat straightened, baring her teeth in a growl, made more menacing by the blood streaming over the lower half of her face.

Shanaris seemed unimpressed, giving the barest sketch of a shrug. “Suit yourself. Your injuries are minor and therefore there is no need for me to insist upon healing them. Enjoy your absurd masochism.”

Mahat sputtered indignantly as the druid turned to climb out of the ring, “I–I will!” Great comeback, ‘Hat. Quality. “An’ ye enjoy bein’ a, a sadistic fuck wi’ stone an’ deadwood where y’heart shou’ be!”

The druid looked down on the rogue from the lip of the ring’s edge, raising an eyebrow in faint amusement.

“I will.”

(( For the Acts of Affection meme. @guardianscribe mention! ))


Iman Shumpert throws up a lob for JR Smith who finishes with a NASTY double clutch reverse SLAM!! LeBron’s reaction says it all, that may be one of the sickest in game alley oops we have ever seen.


Red Jammers are buses used at Glacier National Park in the United States to transport park visitors. While the buses are called reds, the bus drivers are called jammers because of the sound the gears made when shifting on the steep roads of the park. The “jamming” sound came from the unsynchronised transmissions, where double-clutching was a must.

Originally tested at Yosemite National Park in California in 1935, they were manufactured as the Model 706 by the White Motor Company from 1936-1939. The distinctive vehicles, with roll-back canvas convertible tops, were the product of noted industrial designer Alexis de Sakhnoffsky, and originally operated in seven National Parks. Glacier National Park still operates 33 of their original buses today on the Going-to-the-Sun Road in Glacier National Park, Montana, United States, where they are referred to as Red Jammers. Glacier’s “missing” buses still survive to this day. The park kept one in original condition at its headquarters in West Glacier, while the other operates in Anaconda, MT giving tourists a ride around the town. Yellowstone National Park park runs seven of their original 98 and also keeps one in its original condition. In addition, Gettysburg National Battlefield runs two of Yellowstone’s buses for tourists.

Glacier’s two were modified between 2000-2002 by Ford Motor Company in conjunction with TransGlobal in Livonia, Michigan, to run on propane or gas to lessen their environmental impact.[1] The bodies were removed from their original chassis and built upon modern Ford E-Series van chassis.[2] The original standard transmissions were also replaced in 1989 with newer automatics, removing the trademark “jamming” sound. Yellowstone’s seven buses were restored in 2007 by TransGlobal.

Key changes made to the Red Buses include:

Powertrain/Fuel System – The          original carbureted gasoline engine was removed and replaced with a          new fuel-injected 5.4L bi-fuel engine, capable of running on either          gasoline or LPG (propane). An all-new exhaust system also was          provided.
         Chassis – The original chassis was removed and replaced with an          E-450 chassis modified to fit the Red Bus body.
         Brakes – The brake system was replaced with a production          4-wheel disc ABS system.
         Windows and Lights – All windows were replaced with safety          glass and external lights were replaced or repaired and brought up to          current standards.

Along with the new technology, extreme        care was taken to maintain the charm and historic integrity of the        buses. Technology and safety were key, but comfort also was important.        Examples include:

Body – The original body of the          Red Bus was carefully removed from the chassis. Damaged areas were          repaired, cleaned and repainted in the original color scheme. New          sheet metal or fiberglass components were blended into the vehicle          where needed, such as the fender wells and the rear door. In addition,          all the door latches were replaced and the plywood floors were          replaced with composite aluminum sheeting.
         Seating – All passenger and driver seats were refurbished with          new comfortable fire-retardant material. New padding was added to the          handrails on the seat backs.
         Running Boards – Running boards were replaced, but remain          consistent with the original design.
         Ornamentation – When possible, original ornamentation was          refurbished. When replacement was needed, it was done with component          designs consistent with the original.

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Ginny was nearly 8 months pregnant now, and her pregnancy had been without any problems. After the first few weeks, when she had avoided Oliver, she had kept her word and kept him as involved in the pregnancy as he wanted to be. The less than standard arrangement didn’t go unnoticed by the Daily Prophet, and after she had to take a break from Quidditch, Ginny tried to stay out of the public eye as much as possible, not wanting to give the people any more to talk about.

That morning, she went about her business as usual, showering, having breakfast, and going for a walk. Just as she stepped back into her flat, she felt a stabbing pain in her abdomen, and Ginny nearly bent over double, clutching her belly. The pain subsided after a minute or so, and she headed into the kitchen to make some tea, once hand still clutched over her belly, telling herself she’d go see her healer if she felt the pain again.

She didn’t have to wait long. A few minutes later, there was another stab in her stomach, so painful that it made her drop her cup of tea, gasping for air. Feeling a sudden hot, sticky sensation in between her legs, Ginny looked down, panic rising when she saw blood.

Without thinking, she apparated away, finding herself at the Puddlemere United training facilities a split second later. It seemed like the panic had completely closed up her throat, and all Ginny could do was stare up at the blue blurs in the sky as she clutched her belly.


10 Years Ago Today Hunter Thompson Was Cannonized

Ten years ago today, about 350 friends and family of Hunter S. Thompson said goodby with a raucous funeral according to the Good Doctor’s wishes. Thompson died February 20, 2005 after shooting himself in his kitchen at Owl Farm in Woody Creek, Colorado, at the age of 67.

On August 20, 2005, Thompson’s cremated ashes were fired from a 153-foot tall tower topped with the infamous double-thumbed fist clutching a peyote button. The explosive send-off was held on Thompson’s Woody Creek property accompanied by a fireworks display.

Among Thompson’s friends attending were actors Sean Penn, Bill Murray and Johnny Depp, along with artist Ralph Steadman. Lyle Lovett and the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band performed.

Johnny Depp organized and paid for the event to the tune of more than $2 million, according to Thompson’s family. The fist cannon, belonging to Depp, is now safely tucked away in a storage facility. (x)

Johnny talks about Hunter’s funeral:

Rest in peace, Colonel. Or actually rest in chaos, that’s more your scene ;)


New Porsche Cayman GT4 Clubsport for the Track

Porsche has added a new race-ready sports car to its fleet: The Cayman GT4 Clubsport celebrated its world premiere today at the L.A. Auto Show. The 283 kW (385 hp) mid-engine racer for motorsport newcomers, which is not road homologated, is based on the street-legal Cayman GT4 sports car. 

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