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Akatsuki no Yona chap 140-141


I really don’t know where to start. If you’re going to read this, get ready for some mindblowing spoilers, ‘kay? First off, I was really shocked at how King Il knew about Yona being King Hiryuu’s incarnate. Yes. He knew. But… that leads me to wonder…why he would forbid Yona from using weapons. Being a princess had nothing to do with it. We could also say it was because of her mother. Being assassinated and all. But what about what Su-won had previously said to Yona, the night of her Father’s death?

“Do you understand? The king who forbade the use of weapons, drove a sword through my father, his brother.”

Whether that happened or not, I’m sure would have something to do with it as well. Though, personally, I doubt it. In chapter 140, it left us off with Yona giving Su-won a fierce and slightly intimidating gaze, he returning a fair shocked one. Perhaps, he thinks that Yona is still the stubborn, yet timid girl he once knew. She has gone through too much to still be that way. She’s experienced everything she couldn’t in the palace. I’m not sure Su-won realizes he was part of that harsh experience, which is why I believe she could never bring herself to love him that way again. I’m also rather fond of how determined she was. As much as that’s been said in this blog, and perhaps many others, it’ll never get old because she’s always shedding a new leaf. 

Without giving too many details, spoiling, but nonetheless, it was revealed that Su-won also knew what his Father did all the years ago, which he disclosed to Yona, who had asked. What threw me off my rocker, and Su-won, too, no doubt, was her reply.

“I see now…why Uncle Yu-hon did not become king.”

A look of disbelief…and perhaps mild annoyance passed over Su-won’s face. Now, normally, I’m sure Yona would have been slightly intimidated by his reaction but she merely noted how that had been the first time his feeling were so plainly planted on his face. So, taking it back a little, to the day of her 16th birthday. The smile that he constantly wore. It makes me wonder how real it was. I know…that some part of that; the airy, nonchalance; is in fact part of him. But some of it was a facade. It had to be. I’m also sorta concerned about this Kye-sook character. He seems to be another Ju-doh, only, he’s concerned with Yona, not Hak. Is Ju-doh still as fervently against Hak? I must say, I was very tickled by how he tried to get Su-won to leave, to which he disagreed. 

At some point, Lili stepped in, as you remember in the last chapter, she was told about the troops and more than likely knew that Yona would be there. If she didn’t know, that bold spirit of her’s was going to confront him about it. Some chapters ago, Lili had asked Su-won if he had a special person, to which he replied that he knew nothing of romance or anything like that…but he did, in fact, like people. That, by itself is a very plain statement, and could really mean anything. So, it’s extremely complex. Does he like Hak? Does he like Lili? I think asking if he likes Yona is a bit irrelevant. He, at most, tolerates her, as he tossed her aside the night after she confessed. 

The night after.

And when she found him out, or rather when he told her, holding a bloodied sword in front of the corpse of her father, he showed no sympathy and justified his actions.

Maybe, he feels bad for her, knowing what it’s like to loose your only family member in immediate relation, but he feels no remorse for murdering him. I think that’s what fuels Hak’s anger, too. After Lili stepped in, Yona persuaded Su-won to settle things peacefully, he agreed. 

With Hak and Vold, back at the border, I believe, some black cloaked men showed up. Vold excused them as “nobles of opposition that support Princess Tao”.

But with the look that Hak gave, I would not trust them as easily.

SO. I didn’t give away EVERYTHING. But that was the bulk of all that happened. So, you may have varying opinions of everything, and that’s entirely okay.

As always, Thank you Ms. Kusanagi for your hard work. 

Of all the states that we drove through I want to say georgia was the worst but Indiana was so mind numbingly boring it made me almost die in the front seat of a uhaul


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wordcount: 2.1k

Summary:  Y/N and Jughead take a long drive out of Riverdale for a road trip and discover their hidden feelings for each other 

Warnings: swearing, slight smut, drinking

‘Swerving on the 405, I can never keep my eyes off this’

We’d been driving for hours, we didn’t even know where we were going anymore, or what were running from. The sudden impulsive decision to get out of town and take a road trip was decided by Jughead. He had been distressed at school lately and said he had a lot of stuff going on in his head, and he needed to get away. 

Me being the good friend I am, and caring a great deal for him, didn’t want him to be alone so I decided to make the offer on taking him away for a while. 

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Dina Ali is a woman from KSA who fled the country despite strict travelling laws placed on women. She fled Saudi Arabia in hopes to have refuge in Australia away from her abusive family. However, upon landing in the Philippines, Dina was detained by airport officials who prevented her from travelling any further despite her desperately explaining to officials that her family will kill her the moment she returns to Saudi. PLEASE HELP SAVE DINA ALI BY SPREADING MORE AWARENESS. SHE MATTERS TOO.

There are millions of Saudi Arabian women who face injustice and oppression in their own country by the very people who are meant to protect them. The government and their families.

Women in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia cannot travel even outside their own homes without a male guardian. Women in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia are barred from driving leaving them very dependent on male relatives. Among other basic human rights violations.

In July 2011, a woman from Jeddah was sentenced to ten lashes by whip for driving a car although the sentence was eventually overturned. Women are even being controlled at their workplaces, a woman’s work must also be deemed suitable for the female physique and mentality. Women are allowed to work only in capacities in which they can serve women exclusively; there must be no contact or interaction with the opposite gender. 
Consequently in 2005, most Saudi women worked as nurses,doctors,teachers and at women’s banks. Jobs such as judges or other jobs in the high public office are forbidden to women.

Even in schools the quality of education is lower for females than males. Curricula and textbooks are updated less frequently, and teachers tend to be less qualified. At the higher levels, males have better research facilities.

- In 2008 Khamisa Mohammad Sawadi, a 75-year-old woman, was sentenced to 40 lashes and imprisonment for allowing a man to deliver bread to her directly in her home. Sawadi, a non-citizen, was deported

- 2013 was when the Kingdom registered its first female trainee lawyer. It’s first ever female lawyer to be granted an official license from its Ministry of Justice. 2013!!!

- “We all have to live in the borders of the boxes our dads or husbands draw for us.”
-Zahra, 25-year-old Saudi woman, April 7, 2016.

-“It can mess with your head and the way you look at yourself. How do you respect yourself or how [can] your family respect you, if he is your legal guardian”?
-Hayat, 44-year-old former school principal, December 7, 2015.

- In 2013 Saudi women were first allowed to ride bicycles, although only around parks and other “recreational areas”. They must also be dressed in full Islamic body coverings and be accompanied by a male relative.

- In 1991, Saudi women launched a campaign for more rights. 47 women drove illegally through Riyadh, in protest against the ban on driving. Activists presented a petition to King Fahd requesting “basic legal and social rights.” Subsequently, a feminist leader was arrested and tortured. members of the public demanded strict punishment of the women who had driven in protest, and denounced activists as “whores.” The mutaween enforced the dress code more aggressively.

- In 2013 the Saudi government sanctioned sports for girls in private schools.

Despite all of Saudi Arabia’s blatant human rights violations including the indiscriminate bombing of Yemeni civilians and the treatment of women in their own borders, they still get elected to the United Nation’s Human Rights Council.

things to think about:

  • maine
  • agent maine
  • agent maine of project freelancer
  • arguably the most intimidating freelancer
  • the freelancer who doesn’t like needles and probably doesn’t like heights either
  • the freelancer with the fishbowl helmet
  • the guy who took a bullet for carolina
  • the freelancer who straight up posed with the knifle to see if it looked cool
  • the only one heavy enough to counter-balance the sarcophagus
  • the guy who drove a car through the air to catch carolina and york
    • and had rap music playing
  • the person carolina gave up her ai for
Revenge on a waitress

Not sure if this is the place for it; but I thought I’d share anyway.

I used to deliver pizzas for a great many years, we went to the local TGICHILIBEE’s and the entire time we were being served and I was eating I was trying to think of where I knew the damn waitress from. Finally when she brought me the bill, it clicked. I went out to my car and grabbed every piece of change I could find, and with delivering pizzas; it was plentiful. We made a point of hanging around there ordering a few me drinks, decided to have desert, and just generally make hell for this waitress. I know for a good hour I was her last table and she was just waiting on me; which was fine. Once we needed to leave to get to the cinema; taking the kids to the latest Pixar crap, I paid the entire $98.72 bill in change, with zero tip. Spread the change out across the table to resemble a big smiley face.

As I scooped up my kids to put coats and shit on them, she came over and her face dropped. I simply smiled at her and our family walked out.

As I was doing up car seats, the manager and the waitress came out and the manager asked what was wrong. I looked the waitress dead in the eye and spouted out her address and that I was simply returning the favor. Manager looked dumfounded, I backed out and left.

This dumb bitch ordered pizza regularly, 4 or 5 times a week, delivered; paid with an obnoxious amount of unrolled change in a Ziploc bag; if I was lucky, and never a tip. Not a single penny. On top of it, she’d frequently call and complain that we’d forgotten something, to the point that her order always showed up in red on the delivery screen to have a manager come visually check that all the items for her order were there before we left.

As a note, I do genuinely tip; always at least $10, regardless of the bill. I couldn’t bring myself to tip her. I had to make a point. I simply returned the favor and hopefully taught her a lesson.

I’d told the managers at my store what happened on my next shift and that she’d likely call and complain if I ever delivered to her again, which I knew was inevitable. It was a small family run pizzeria, managers told me I’d be taking the run anyway for a laugh if it came up and it was my turn just to see if she’d call and complain. That’s fine, I’d be more than happy to smirk in her face again, even without a tip. Just to have my curiousity fulfilled to see if she learned something.

A few weeks later I managed to, unfortunately, draw the short straw and take her delivery. She just stared at me like an idiot when she opened the door and handed me what she normally does; bitch didn’t learn anything.

I treated her no differently than I would a known $20-tipper at the door, knowing I wasn’t going to be getting a fucking thing. She did in fact call the store to complain about fabricated bullshit, and I just laughed. Apparently I called her a bitch, drove through her lawn and hit her mailbox. We all had a good laugh, and she was banned from ordering deliveries after a manager drove past her house to simply make sure I hadn’t actually fucked her lawn up and knocked over her mailbox.

If you work for tips, you should definitely tip yourself.

anonymous asked:

Camp sex with harry

Glamping was a hard sell when I’d suggested it.  Sure, Harry Styles could get down and dirty with the best of them, but the idea of sleeping in a tent that took him three hours to build while simultaneously trying to keep himself bug bite free was not something he was so jazzed about.  And glamping, in his words, “just seems unnecessary”.

Vacations were hard to come by for the two of us these days.  Since his solo career had launched it seemed like I had been carted from one four-star resort to another.  And sure, it was fun.  But the idea of being out in nature, under the stars, snuggled in a sleeping bag with Harry was just so enticing.  

He’d tried to convince me to let him take me off to The Caymans or St. Croix but once he’d witnessed the look on my face when I’d suggested the glamping, he agreed.

So we were off.  To our 4 night stay in Conestoga Ranch in Utah.  The accommodations we were staying in were actually old covered wagons.  Harry was actually ok with that part.  Because honestly, who in the world would expect to see him staying in a covered wagon in Utah?

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briellasophia  asked:

hey loves i was wondering if y'all have a tag for where stiles and derek are both super protective of each other?

We have a protective!Derek tag and Protective!Stiles tag but here’s moar! - Anastasia

Originally posted by theflowersknow

Especially You by MellytheHun

(1/1 I 949 I Teen)

“Is now a bad time to mention I’m claustrophobic?”

Hands Off by Reiya_Wakayama

(2/2 I 2,152 I Teen I Girl!Stiles)

No one messes with what is hers.

Join the club by Nival_Vixen

(1/1 I 8,598 I Mature)

Derek is human now, the others are following up on Scott’s theory about the Benefactor being a Banshee, and Stiles is more of a badass and less of a hyperactive spaz than Derek initially thought.

A seed taking root by Nival_Vixen

(7/7 I 11,107 I Mature)

It wasn’t really in his life plan to get a tattoo, because, y'know - huge freaking phobia of needles over here, thank you very much! - but Stiles kept reading these things about images and words imprinted on a person’s skin actually having power in the magic books that Deaton had given him. (There were actual emissary books in the world, who knew?! They would’ve been helpful a year ago, but whatever. Deaton was still vague and cryptic as all fuck, but the books were helping now. A bit. It was hard to think of anything as helping, especially after the nogitsune, but Stiles couldn’t sleep without waking up screaming, so he figured reading these books were better than the alternative.)

After the events of the nogitsune, Stiles decides to get a tattoo without letting the others know. Derek finally finds him at the tattoo parlour and decides to stay with him, even after the end.

Light at the end of the tunnel by Lesatha

(1/1 I 19,413 I Mature)

“Careful, Stilinski. Don’t think you can go around telling me what to do, or coddling the werewolf.”

“What does it matter to you?”

“If the feral alpha kills you, it will be my fault, as your supervisor.”

Stiles’ head whipped towards the werewolf. He couldn’t see much of him apart from his red eyes, always following Stiles. Crazy as it might sound, it comforted him. The werewolf wasn’t the rabid animal Elis seemed to picture. He was just… hurt.

Nothing Stays The Same by BigBadLittleRed

(14/14 I 33,570 I Teen)

There had been a tremendous amount of stress, emotional and physical tolls pressing down on all of them. There had been death, pain, sadness. Many things pushed him to act, certain moments that told him it was time to make a move.

So he left with a note to his dad and two bags of stuff before getting on a bus. Beacon Hills turned into a distant memory behind him as the bus drove through the night. No matter how much guilt he felt, there was a fire in his chest that told him he was doing the right thing for himself.

That was three years ago, and now he’s back. Armed with victory scars, a new outlook on life, and a new list of priorities.

Number 1: Derek
Number 2: Himself

He’s only here for a favor, that’s it. He needs to do his job, and get the hell out.

Of Wolves and Little Reds by maimas

(12/? I 33,942 I Mature)

Stiles was really hoping that after the whole Kanima and Gerard thing that things would go back to normal. Well, normal-ish? Whatever. It didn’t. She really just needed to accept that this was her life now. Werewolves are a major pain in the ass. Especially those of the Alpha variety. Ugh.
She could handle a lot of bull-shit, but really? Really? Werewolves, man. Werewolves.

Non-Compliant and Always Underestimated (or Underestimating… Shut Up Scott) by nina_rosa95

(28/? I 40,189 I Mature)

He folds his arms under his head and nods at Derek as he approaches, claws extended. Stiles exhales deeply, eyes fixated on the tips of Derek’s claws. “I’m ready.”

Stiles doesn’t tense under his touch like Derek thought he would. He doesn’t whimper or writhe with aborted movements to get away from Derek’s touch when he starts on the first leg of the Triskelion, the incision too shallow at first. He doesn’t ball up his fists when Derek has to dig into the beginning of the first leg to split the sinew apart deeper than before.

His heart rate doesn’t make alarming jumps and he never tells Derek to stop, not even when Derek digs his claws into the pale, vulnerable flesh of his stomach above his navel as he draws the second leg of the Triskelion.

A Wolf and His Boy by lovesrain44

(1/1 I 59,000 I Mature)

While running in the woods, Stiles is attacked by a feral werewolf. This leaves him marked but unclaimed, which makes it open season on Stiles, which means that any wolf can claim him and take him away. Derek presents a solution, but Stiles says the price is too high. After all, it’s only his safety that is at risk, so he can say no. Right? Wrong.

Lonely Road by CranApplePye

(22/? I 168.791 I Explicit)

Stiles is running from things he doesn’t want to face. Derek is running from a past he cannot leave behind. Their paths collide on a lonely stretch of road when Stiles’ car breaks down and Derek is the only mechanic on hand. An unexpected closeness develops, but both men are harboring secrets and Stiles may have just found the one person whose luck runs worse than his own. When the past catches up with the future, it may be one collision that neither of them can survive, and it may end up pulling everyone they love down with them.

As everything begins to unravel, choices must be made. Stiles must decide how far he’s able to go to protect the people he cares about, and what he’ll do when he hits his breaking point. Derek must decide whether he can overcome a lifetime of betrayal enough to trust in someone again, and what he’s willing to sacrifice if he is. And Scott and Allison must decide what it means to stand by your friends, and what price they are each willing to pay to do what is right.

There’s Magic Between You and I by halcyon1993

(25/25 I 260,699 I Explicit)

After the disaster that was junior year, Stiles is more than ready to finish his last year of high school and move on to college. He splits his time between his studies, taking care of the pack—well and truly blossoming into his new role as the alpha’s mate—and training his powers with Deaton. At the same time he learns shocking secrets about his heritage, strange things start happening around town and to the pack themselves, and he finds himself in a race to save everyone when a new evil arrives and threatens to destroy everything he loves.

And while I’m on the topic of BvS…

I’ve recently seen a wave of morons criticising the fact that Bruce Wayne drives a jeep during the Black Zero event.
People saying shit like “Bruce Wayne would never drive a jeep.”

I mean, there’s thin arguments and then there’s just fucking nonsense.

Bruce Wayne, Batman, the most prepared man in fiction, would never drive a jeep, a sturdy, rough terrain vehicle, through a city that’s being blown apart?!?!

Nah, you’re right, that’s ridiculous, he shoulda drove a Lamborghini through the attack, just in case anybody wondered why playboy billionaire Bruce Wayne was driving the wrong kind of car through the end of the fucking world.


Isaac Lahey x female reader

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Author: T💕

Request: “Can You Write Hardcore Isaac Smut But Make It Long??? I’ve Seen What U Write & It Is All Great But Too Short.”

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, (don’t be silly, wrap your willy), Daddy!Kink, public sex, public teasing, and language.

  On a Friday afternoon school was the last place I wanted to be. It wasn’t even second period and I already want to go home.

  Lydia Martin, my best friend, came running up to me. “Y/N/N! –I can’t run in these heels–Do you wanna go shopping? Allison and I don’t want to sit in class.”

  I sighed. “Yes! Oh, my god, yes! I have to go tell the hubby first.”

  “We’ll go with you.” Allison smiled.

  The three of us walked to the group  of boys by Scott’s locker. I walked closer to Isaac, and he pulled me into his side, resting his hand on my hip.

 “Psst.” I whispered, trying to get my boyfriend’s attention.

   Isaac ignored me and continued with his conversation with Scott and Stiles. I huffed and tried again.

  “Isaac?” Nothing.

  “Babyyyy?” I said, sing-song. Still nothing.

  I turned to the girls. Allison egged me on and Lydia shrugged her shoulders, letting me know that she was out of ideas.

  A lightbulb went off in my head. I looked between my boyfriend and the other two of my friends that he was so caught up in talking to.

  I cleared my throat. “Daddyyy?” I asked innocently.

  Isaac choked on his words mid-sentence and Scott and Stiles both looked bewildered and hung their mouths open.

  Lydia and Allison giggled behind me. Isaac turned to me.

  “Uh–I–Yes, princess?”

  I moved so that I was standing in front of him. I reached my right hand out and grabbed a handful of what was sitting in the front of his jeans. I squeezed his crotch gently and inconspicuously.

  “I just wanted you to know that Allison, Lydia, and I are going to go shopping for a little while.”

  My boyfriend nodded. ‘Uh, shopping, fuck–okay. Sounds fun.”

  I let go and smiled. “Okie dokie, then. We’ll see you boys in a couple of hours. I love you.”

  “I love you, more. Hey, wait, do I not get a kiss?”

  I smiled and pulled Isaac’s head closer to my head. He leaned a little further to whisper in my ear. “Daddy’s gonna get you back for that later, baby. You better be ready for it.”

  Isaac kissed my lips and I kissed back,  still a little stunned by his comment.

“Okay, Y/N! If we don’t get moving we won’t have time to shop, come onnnnn.” Allison and Lydia took a hold of my hands and took me to Lydia’s car.

  At Lydia’s car, we all threw out ideas on where we were planning on going. “Sooooo, I figured that we could go to the mall so that we can eat and shop. But I’m down for whatever, but we have to be back before last period; Y/N and I have a test that we can’t miss.” Allison chimed while buckling her seatbelt.

  The three of us girls all agreed that we should go to the mall, and Lydia started to drive off in that direction.

  After a minute or two, Allison spoke from the backseat again. “I have a feeling that Scott likes this freshman girl in our Chem class, but I’m not sure.”

   The only way that my brain would let me respond was with loud and obnoxious laughter form the passenger seat. “You thi-HAHAHAHA-Scott and some freshman-HAHAHAHA! I’m-I’m sorry, Alli, it isn’t that funny.”

  Lydia snickered from the drivers seat as she turned the corner and drove through the parking lot, looking for a spot. “I mean, it is kinda funny.” Allison smiled.

  “Babe, I’m gonna fuck you up with some truth, okay? Scott would never in a million years leave you. He stuck with you when he found out your family are all a bunch of hunters, and he isn’t gonna leave for some freshman girl in your chemistry class. He loves you. You’re special to him.”

  Lydia’s breaks squeaked as she pulled into the parking space. “Oh, and he knows that Y/N would rip his ass to shreds.” She added.

   "With my teeth.“ I say and push my werewolf canines out to add to the comment.

  Allison smiled and said thank you. The three of us got out of the car and started to the main entrance of the mall.

  "Where to first?” Lydia asked as she looked around her.

  Allison and I also looked around. Seconds later, we all pointed at the Victoria’s Secret store.

  “I don’t know why I come in here anymore.” Allison laughed while she searched through the lace thongs.

  “What do you mean?” Lydia asked her.

  “Scott and I almost always get caught when we try to have sex, so I’m not totally sure that it really matters what I wear.”

  Lydia and I nodded. “Stiles can’t even keep it together long enough to see what I’m wearing, so I honestly get it.”

  I kind of just shrugged. “I’m really not sure that Isaac even cares what I wear soooo.”

  Lydia started yo laugh at me. “Hmmm, I thought it was "daddy”. Is that not what you called him in the hall at school today? Allison, wasn’t that what she called him?“

  Allison put a hand on her chin and made a thinking face. "I do recall Y/N calling Isaac "daddy” today.“

  I let out a loud laugh at my two best friends. "Oh, my god! I swear no one was supposed to find out that I call him that!”

  “It isn’t such a secret now, is it, babe?” I whipped around to see my tall, blonde boyfriend standing behind me with his arms crossed.

  My cheeks and ears started to feel hot. “I–uh—What are you boys doing here?” I stuttered out and acknowledged the other boys too.

  “Scott was hungry and wanted chinese food. And I was hungry too; But not really for food.”

  Scott waved. “And this was the closest place to the school to get chinese.”

  Lydia turned her head. “Um, isn’t there a Panda Express near the school though?”

  “Well, yes, but Isaac said he was hungry, but like, not for food, so I made a joke and next thing that I know we were heading to the mall so that Isaac could…you know…” Stiles winked at me.

  I rolled my eyes and walked off. “Y'all are acting like a bunch of eighth graders.”

  I walked to the food court with Isaac walking by my side, trying to hide the fact that he was laughing at me. I slumped down in my chair and rubbed my head.

  “Ughhhhh.” I groaned.

  “Awe, baby, don’t be so embarassed. It isn’t that bad.”

  I gave my boyfriend a sidways look. “Okay, alright, maybe I overstepped a line. I love you, though. Like, with all my heart.” Isaac pursed his lips and I playfully rolled my eyes, and leaned in anyway.

  The kiss started out as soft and sweet, but it quickly changed to something very dirty. Isaac smirked into it and trailed his hand up to my covered sex.

  I gasped a little and ground onto his hand harder. Isaac’s touch got rougher and the kiss got even more heated.

  “Say my name, Y/N. Go ahead.” Isaac kissed me harder.

  It completely slipped my mind that we were in public. But I pulled my lips from his and moaned out his name. “Fuck, Isaac….”

  Isaac made a ‘tsk tsk’ noise at me and dew away from my lips completely. “Now, Y/N, that isn’t the name i was talking about. You can say it in public.”

  Isaac ran his thumb across my bottom lip and flashed his gold eyes at me. He touched me harder and I moaned a little louder than I should have, considering that we were in public. “Daddy…oh, fuck.”

 Isaac smirked at my reaction; Lydia, Allison, Scott, and Stiles all sat down around us. “Okay, so where are we gonna eat? I reallllly want a cheeseburger. Boys what do you–Isaac, can you stop devouring my best friend so that we can figure out what she’s getting?” Lydia asked.

  “Getting some dick.” Stiles snorted.

  Even Scott shook his head at his best friend. I gasped smally as I felt the knot in my lower abdomen tighten near release.

  “I’m gonna get a cheeseburger or something. It just sounds good.” I informed.

  Scott stood up. “Welp, I still want chinese sooooo.” He walked off to get his food.

  The rest followed, but I held Isaac down for just a second longer. I bit hy lip and panted a little bit, until I felt a wave of pleasure pulse through my body. Isaac caught on to what just happened and smirked at me.

  “Do you feel better, babygirl? did you like how daddy was touching you?”

  I took a few deep breaths before I stood out of my chair and extended a hand to Isaac. “Yes, and, yes.” I smiled.

  Isaac took my hand and walked with me to stand in the line with Lydia. Scott, Stiles, and Allison stood a few meters away from us, getting their food.

  “Whatcha getting, babe?” Lydia asked me.

  I looked at the menu above my head and thought. “Ummmm, I’m not really sure yet. I, what are you getting?”

  “Hmm, that’s a very hard decision, Y/N.”  I grinned as Isaac pushed into me. I could smell his arousal, and I know for a fact he can smell mine. It took everything that I had not to throw him on a table and ride him like a fucking horse.

  “Y/NNNNNNN…I realllllly need to cum. But, like, preferably inside of you. Please, babygirl? Daddy needs it.”

  That was all it took for me. I touched Lydia’s shoulder. “I’m going to show the hubby something because he doesn’t listen. I’ll be right back.” I lied.

  Lydia seemed to believe me. “Go prove  him wrong, girl!”

  I pushed Isaac toward the nearest unisex bathroom and dragged him inside. I removed his grey v-neck from his body, and then got started on his belt. I threw it somewhere behind me and heard  it clang against the linolium floor. The next thing I got rid of were his pants.

  I dropped down to my knees and took his rock-hard cock into my mouth. With as much pent-up arousal I had, I wasn’t really in the mood to tease. I was in the mood to get laid.

  I savored the salty-sweet taste of Isaac’s pre cum on my tounge and the sensation of his hand reaching to the back of my loose hair, and pulling it into a makeshift “ponytail” with his one hand.

  I lifted my eyes to look at Isaac. He had a smirk on his face while he tossled his blonde hair.

  “Oh, fuck, Y/N. You look so damn beautiful with those pretty lips wrapped around my cock like that. Oh, yeah! Fuck!”

  I hummed as I felt his tip touch the back of my throat. I pumped him in and out of my mouth. “Why are you so good a sucking me off, princess? Fuck, it’s a blessing”

  I took him out of my mouth and pumped his shaft still. “I just want to please you.”

  Isaac pulled me up from my knees by my hair. He took my shirt and my shorts off.

  He licked his lips and said, “I never get tired of looking at your body. You are so damn beautiful. But now,” Isaac bent me over the sink, and I hissed at the contact of the cold metal on my breasts. “I’m going to fuck that pretty pussy, and you are going to scream loud enough that everyone in this mall knows who is making you cum, and who is the only person who can make you cum.”

  “Yes, daddy.”

  Isaac rubbed his wet cock head over my dripping wet entrance. Seconds later I felt his dick enter me and stretch me out.

  “Fuck!” I squealed as Isaac hit my g-spot the first time.

  By the pace of his thrusts already, I would say that he was not in the mood to go slower than he needed to. And I certainly am not complaining.

  Isaac slid his cock in and out of my pussy, stretching me out beautifully and hitting my g-spot with each thrust.

  “C'mon, Y/N. It’s okay to scream. Matter of fact, I want you to.” Isaac thrust harder into me.

  I could barely open my eyes from how much pleasure I was getting from my boyfriends thrusts, but I somehow managed to get a scream to run through my lungs and out my throat. “Oh, yes! Ah, daddy, harder! Harder, please!” I pushed my hips into Isaac’s thrusts.

  Isaac placed on hand on the mirror and gripped my hip with the other. I let go of every noise that came out of me. I didn’t have the power to hide a single one.

  “God, Y/N, You take my cock so well, oh, yeah….Who is daddy’s little slut? Huh?” Isaac began to thrust deeper into me, my release threatening to explode.

  “I’m your little slut, daddy. Please–fuck–please, let me cum.”

  I felt Isaac’s cock pulse inside of me, so I knew he was close too. “Since you asked oh so nicely, baby, yes, you can cum. I want you to cum all over my cock. I want to feel you clench around me baby.”

  That was all it took for me to let go. I came and screamed “daddy” at the top of my lungs. It actually made my throat a little sore. I felt Isaac cum too, his seed dripping down my leg.

  Isaac gave my ass a squeeze as we got dressed. “Now, let’s go get all kinds of dirty looks from people outside waiting for the bathroom.”

  We shared a laugh and walked out of the bathroom with post-sex hair, and couldn’t contain any of our laughter.

“Rum & Coconuts” - h.s. Part 2

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You could see Charlie’s large sun hat before you saw her face once you landed in the airport. Though Harry had attempted to roll both yours and his suitcase in a chivalrous way, you had given him a look as if to say, “Really?” before lugging your own behind you as Harry led you and Savie through the airport.

“Charlie!” you called, waving your arm frantically as you attempted to catch her attention. She turned, her long, luxurious and silky hair swishing around her as a large smile overcame her face and she waved back, jogging to meet up with you. 

“Y/N!” she cried and nearly sprinted into your arms. “Oh it’s been so long! When Harry called I nearly thought he was joking saying you’d be visiting! It’s so good to see you!”

You and Savie had known Charlie since university. She’d been the Armenian girl down the hall whose grandmother always sent her nice treats. You’d gone with her on her first trip to her home country when her parents had asked if she wanted to spend the summer there. Her answer was yes, and that she wanted to bring friends. 

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Mojave Blunderbuss

This started out life as a Rossi break action 12 gauge shotgun that I bought from a pawn shop for around $25-30, can’t remember what it was exactly because I bought a few others at the same time and it was listed as broken. The stock was cracked, the barrel had a dent in the end and the gun itself was a little rusty so I decided to work on it and create a weapon that looked like it belonged in fallout. 

First step was breaking it down in to it’s parts. Some of them I had to toss because they were rusted and broken. Firing pin being one of them and the spring around it also since this is a rebounding hammer. Internals looked mostly ok except for a spring so I cleaned it all up and got to work. 

I replaced the firing pin with a nail I dremeled down to shape then heat treated and tempered to get it to be strong. I put a click pen spring around it as a return spring to keep it off the primer and bolted it in place. Then I took the spring for a air soft weapon and cut it down to size then put it inside for the internal latch spring and it works great. 

The butt plate had a crack in it too so I took it off and made a new one from an aluminium cake pan. This is before I recessed the screws. Don’t worry, I took the screws out, dremeled the aluminium and now they sit flush with the rear of the shotgun. 

On one side I carved Padyenie in… which is bad Russian grammar. I meant to say down fall but it literally means the act of falling. Oops. Oh well. The tape did not last long on the grip. 

The leather pouch was one I had sitting around. For the key on it I used a 7.62x54r keychain on a leather shoe lace and it holds seven rounds of 12 gauge. Ive had to rewire it twice because the wire or the pouch snapped previously but it still sits on there and works great. 

On the crack I used wood glue, drove nails through the stock and also used big heavy industrial staples to bind it. Now it’s not spreading anymore. I also cut out a bit of leather to use as a buffer in that area so it’s shielded from shock. 

The other modifications I made was a sling from an old karate belt (why don’t you use a seat belt? I hear that a lot. Because I did not have a god damned seatbelt at the time. I had a karate belt so I used what I had) and I put it on with a couple D rings, some ring mounts and screws. Because I wanted a sling on I had to use hose clamps around the front guard to keep it on because it’s only a tension one and not a screw one so it pops off if you don’t have the bands there. I also removed a good portion of the finish, hacked off the barrel to 18.5″ I made the shell holder there from an old purse and I’ve been hunting with it for about five years now. 

Here’s an old video of it being shot before I hacked down the barrel


It’s had a few names over the years but Mojave Blunderbuss stuck and it’s what the editor of TFB called it so I ran with that. 

The Best He Can

Characters: Baby, John Winchester, Mary Winchester, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Y/N Y/L/N (Reader), Bobby Singer, Charlie Bradbury, Donna Hanscum, Jody Mills

Pairing: Dean x Reader, John x Mary, Sam x Amelia (briefly mentioned - only as in canon)

Warnings: Implied smut, pregnancies, cheating, nothing other than that really aside from canon deaths and angst.      

Word Count: 5800ish (woops!)

A/N: This is written for Baby’s Big 50 writing challenge hosted by @butiaintgonnaloveem and it is told from Baby’s PoV. She is still a car, but she is the one to tell the story, much like the episode Baby but done with words. I hope this worked out as well as I hoped it would.

My prompt was Allman Brothers Band - Rambling Man - I am sure I could have used it better but these were the lines that really inspired me when I wrote this fic: Lord, I was born a ramblin’ man, Tryin’ to make a livin’ and doin’ the best I can.

This is sorta a rewrite of the entire series. Very boiled down and written through Baby’s eyes.. Headlights? Whatever :P Just read it :D

Thanks to the sweet amazing @blacktithe7 for betaing this for me

I have been lucky in my time on Earth, even if I have been through more than most. Sal, as flawed as he was, was a good man. He tried to do the best he knew how to with the short time he was given. He wanted to save people even if he couldn’t save himself. So he drove me around, giving Bibles away to people he felt needed some guidance, right up until the day he drank himself to death.

Standing on that lot at Rainbow Motors, I missed him. He had treated me right, and I had no way of knowing if the next guy would. I feared the uncertainty then like I never have since. When he walked up, I knew where I belonged. Even if he wasn’t the guy that took me home, I felt a connection to that man I was not going to understand for years, but I knew I belonged with him.

It wasn’t just the way he talked about me. The way he admired me. He spoke as if he knew me. Like I was important. I was sad to see him go, but John Winchester gave me some good years. He took care of me, and he loved me. So did Mary. They were amazing people, but in all my 10 years with them, the nights I felt the most important were nights I only came to understand later on.

One night after being to a drive in movie, Mary and John didn’t quite make it home. They spend the night in my backseat, and I felt their love as they loved each other. They had done this before of course, but there was something special about that night. I could feel it then, and nine months later, when John was forcing me to go as fast as I could to get to the hospital in time, I knew what it had been.

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 516

Warnings: Mild angst

A/N: Because I’m currently obsessed with The Maine’s new album Lovely Little Lonely, I may or may not be writing drabbles based on their songs. This one in particular based on the song Taxi. Hope you guys like it. 

Originally posted by imaginingbucky

“Is the sadness everlasting?”

Looking out the window, the taxi drove through the city streets as the radio played softly through the speakers. You bit your lip and blinked the tears away that threatened to fall, waiting for an answer from your friend.

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The Hills

AU: Based on The Hills by The Weeknd 

A/n: Boi have I been having those Calum feels lately. It seems like no amount of fanfiction can quench my thirst, so I just made some myself. Honestly, I’m so proud of this. Also, this story isn’t verbatim to the song, cause I don’t think I could handle fuckboy Cal js xx

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April 1st, 2017

Day 13: 4WDing Through The Bolivian Wilderness

After a morning of bread with jam, ham, and cheese, we were on our way for the second day of our Bolivia tour. And it was a nice-weathered day for journeying through the country.

The first stop of the day was a site with dried up, petrified coral reefs from long, long ago. After spending a bit of time here, we moved on to the next location, an area with a great view of a far-off mountain and rocks around it. I know, a terrible description. Before long, we were back on the road to our lunch location, which was near a beautiful lake next to a volcano/mountain. And in this lake, there were tons of flamingos that were just chilling and eating. My first time (I think) seeing flamingos! The group spent time trying to take pictures of them but it was actually pretty difficult because they were so far away and my camera just could not zoom out that far. Eventually, everyone gave up and went to lunch, which included chicken, rice, and veggies. After lunch, we tried once again to capture flamingo pictures with some success. But the coolest part after lunch was the reflections in the lake! With the sun coming out from the clouds, the scene was perfect for taking the reflection photos that we weren’t able to get on the salt flats.

After shooting a ton of photos, we left and headed for the next flamingo lake. We spent a little bit of time here before going to yet another lake in the area. Oh, because I didn’t mention it earlier, I just wanted to mention how driving today was absolutely crazy. A true 4WD experience! Going up mountains, driving on rocks and gravel roads, driving through water, etc. And on our way to the next location, the Stone Tree, the roads were completely gravel and dirt and was essentially a free for all. Before reaching the Stone Tree, we made a stop at some rocks that sheltered chinchillas. We had a heck of time feeding them cookies, chips, and veggies. Chinchillas are so chubby and they look like a mix between a rodent and a big bunny. Very funny looking things. Once we were at the Stone Tree, we looked around at the different rocks that were shaped by the wind and quickly moved back to the car because of the intense winds around the area.

With the intense pace at which we were visiting sites, we next stopped at the Laguna Colorada, a big red lake that was a home and sanctuary for three different types of flamingos. Here, we learned about the flamingos and the lake and how it gets its color. Before long, the wind again pushed us back into the car and we headed towards the entry point for the Eduardo Avaroa Andean Fauna National Reserve.

Once we had our tickets in hand, we drove a long while through the park until we got to the geysers and hit the area with bubbling mud. At 4900+ meters high, the temperature was super cold here and the wind was rough. We walked around and looked at the odd landscape there before retreating back to the car to escape the harsh conditions. During this stop at the geysers and drive, I noticed just how surreal the landscape was around us. The geysers were steaming enough to give an eerie feel to the area. Some clouds were in the sky and the sun was peeking out through the steam and clouds. Pretty cool. We eventually got back on the road as it was nearing time for dinner. The landscape on the drive was all red and orange with rocks and stuff everywhere. The initial thought in my head was how Mars-like the landscape looked. The big hills and mountains were something I’d expect to see on the surface of Mars. And the rocks and boulders scattered all over the place looked strangely similar to pictures I had seen of Mars before. A pretty unique thing to see and one I definitely wasn’t expecting to see in a place like Bolivia.

When we finally arrived at our makeshift hotel for the night (a stone building with rooms with multiple beds that were sitting on bricks with floors and walls of cement with generator-powered electricity), most of the crew decided to brace the cold to go down to the hot springs nearby. But I decided that because I was cold and didn’t really feel like being down in the hot spring (and because I had recently gone in Iceland), I would stick around the hotel and just chill out with my friend Rosie who also decided to avoid the cold. So we ended up just hanging out at the shelter and chatting as I tried to do a time-lapse of the clear and beautiful night sky. Once everyone was back, we had a dinner of sausage, mashed potatoes, and veggies with soup. And before long, a little bit of hanging out happened and it was time to end the long but productive day of Bolivia adventures. Last day down in this part of the country tomorrow!

5 Things I Learned Today:

1. The unpaved roads down in this part of Bolivia were essentially created from the 4WDs of all the different tour companies. Taking away tourism, there usually isn’t much traffic or people in these areas. So really, this area is for tourism and tourism only.

2. No one really lives down here in southern Bolivia. It is barren and far away from many things.

3. The rainy season in Bolivia was delayed by around 20 days this year.

4. Flamingos take off like airplanes with the need for minimum speed for takeoff.

5. The Mars we have been told about and have actually been studying about all these years is really just Bolivia. I came to that conclusion while sitting in the car and looking outside the window at the weird Mars-like landscape surrounding us.