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If you're still doing the microfics, can I please ask for hurt Keith and protective Shiro? Congratulations on your follower milestone! :3

“Stay back!” Shiro’s head was reeling, but he forced himself upright and interposed himself between his fallen teammate and the group of creatures moving toward them. His Galra arm was glowing already, and he stood defensively, unwilling to move forward and leave Keith behind but certainly not allowing himself to be pushed back.

The five or six aliens approaching through the trees paused and glanced at each other, beady black eyes narrowing, the spines on their back and heads rippling in what looked like conscious patterns. Shiro wondered distantly if they could communicate with those. Most of him didn’t care. These creatures were enormous and seemed highly dangerous, and he wasn’t going to let them get anywhere near Keith.

After some silent communication, one of the smaller aliens at the front of the group took one step forward, upper limbs cautiously outstretched. As Shiro watched, gaze darting back and forth, it retracted the claws at the end of each digit on its six upper appendages. It looked at Shiro without blinking. “Visitor.” Even its voice was careful, almost soft. “You crash-landed from the sky, yes? Your companion is injured?”

Involuntarily, Shiro glanced behind him at where Keith was sprawled in a pile of bracken, limp and unmoving. He had responded weakly when Shiro had dragged them both out of the destroyed pod ship, but hadn’t said anything for the last twenty minutes or so. Shiro wasn’t sure about the extent of his injuries, but he knew they were serious.

He looked forward and raised his glowing arm again. “Don’t touch him,” he spat.

The spokescreature took a tiny step back and raised its upper limbs even higher in the universal symbol of surrender. “We mean no harm to you, sky-traveler. One of our members is a healer. If you will allow us to have a look, we may be able to help.”

Shiro panted for breath and stared into its face, trying to read the truth on a face with features that had few equivalents to human anatomy. It was a losing battle, and he knew it. He had no idea if he could believe what this alien was saying. But Keith was hurt, possibly dying. Shiro’s only option might be to trust these people, whoever they might be.

A chance, even a slim chance, was better than no chance. Shiro slowly straightened, his Galra arm lowering to his side as it deactivated. “Very well,” he said. “I would appreciate your assistance, if you can offer it. But I will not leave my friend’s side, and I warn you, if I have a reason to attack, I can move very, very quickly.”

The spokescreature moved its head slowly in what might have been something like a nod, then looked back to the group and waved an appendage. Another alien, this one presumably a healer, began to move forward. Shiro kept an eye on it, as well as the others, but let them approach.

He hoped he wasn’t making a mistake.

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One Year | A Gaston Story (Table of Contents)

Now that One Year is almost halfway finished, I wanted to post the Table of Contents thus far that I’ll continue to update after I post each chapter! Thank you for all of your reads, likes/reblogs, and comments!!! <3 

One Year | A Gaston Story

Gaston (Luke Evans) X OC

Summary: Gaston made all the wrong choices in life, and when a dramatic fall from the Beast’s castle leaves him wounded and near-death, he thinks it’s the end of his time. Suddenly, an old beggar woman appears at his side and heals him back to his normal self but gives him one year, and only one year, to find true love before his time on earth and the town’s memories of him come to an end.

Table of Contents:

Prologue | One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight

At Your Service ~Nine/Finale~

Part One ~ Part Two ~ Part Three ~ Part Four ~ Part Five ~ Part Six ~ Part Seven ~ Part Eight

You barely recalled falling asleep but you awoke nestled against Thranduil on his bedroll. Your shift hung loosely around you and a thin woolen blanket laid across the both of you. The king was still bare chested beneath and held you to him with an arm around your waist. You admired the serenity of his features as he dozed and slipped out of his grip with reluctance.

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The Parent Trap - Part Eleven

Character: Dean Winchester

Warning: None

Word Count: 954

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven - Part Eight - Part Nine - Part Ten

Summary: When Dean shows up in the middle of the night unexpectedly, the reader learns that he knows more than he lets on and has a similar secret.

Story:

   The only time anyone ever knocked on your door at two AM was when you hunted. They never came bearing good news; it was either inconvenient or a trap. You never answered the door weaponless, especially at two in the morning, so when rapping wakes you from sleep at quarter past, you snatch up the pistol you keep hidden on a top shelf and prepare to use it. Small as it is, even small silver bullets will slow down most things.

   But you don’t need it, as it turns out. The knocker is only Dean. His presence is both a relief and a surprise, and he confuses you further by entering your house without a word.

   “What the hell?” you hiss.

   “Why do you have a gun?”

   “Because someone was knocking on my door in the middle of the night!”

   “You’re expecting me.”

   “What? Why would I be expecting you at this hour?”

   Dean furrows his eyebrows and crosses his arms. “Ramona called me like half an hour ago. Said she was homesick and to please come get her.”

   “Nobody called anybody.”

   “She used your cell, and I have the call history.”

   “Dean, the kids have been asleep for hours. Ramona is just fine, and I have no idea … oh, son of a bitch, he did not.” Pursing your lips, you check your purse for your phone, but you find it missing. “Mitchell.”

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Realize -- Chapter Eighteen “Conflagration”

Sebastian StanxReader  Tom HiddlestonxReader  

I’ve been reading too many imagines on @theartofimagining13 and some from my own silly brain … I have nothing to say. Here’s Chapter Eighteen.

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chapter one | chapter two | chapter three | chapter four | chapter five | chapter six | chapter seven | chapter eight | chapter nine | chapter ten | chapter eleven | chapter twelve | chapter thirteen | chapter fourteen | chapter fifteen | chapter sixteen | chapter seventeen

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  • Ouma: *rolls a die onto a board* Six! Here we go! *moves his piece* One, two, three, four, five, six! Park Place. I'll buy it. *throws monopoly money on the board*
  • Amami: Okay, a couple things: I already own it, you're not the thimble, and you rolled a five.
  • Ouma: *tosses the board with all the pieces and money off of the table*
  • Ouma: *sits back with hands folded and a pout*
  • Amami: Okay, Scrabble. *pulls out the game* This time, try to keep the pieces on the board.

170423 `ㅂ´ SHINee World 2017 in Hiroshima Day 2

Key’s Question for the 1/100 Challenge: “Who ate Hiroshima’s Tsukemen (a type of noodles)……..and are couples / as a couple!!!
J: You can’t be by yourself!
O: [Must be] a couple!
K: Please do not answer as 1 team for a couple, both of you please answer. Target 8 people. 4 teams. (“team” is a measure word for any couple, married or unmarried, that Taemin came up with. Key’s also been using it since then.)
J: Faaaaail!
O: No no no no…1..2..3..4..5..
?: Five?
?: Six?
K: 1,2,3,4….[I got it] corrreect!
J: I’m gonna eat it after [the concert] today. It’s the cold noodles right?
K: I make it spicy and eat it
(© sweetgravity)

The Asset - Epilogue

Prologue / Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six / Part Seven / Part Eight / Part Nine / Part Ten / Part Eleven / Part Twelve / Part Thirteen / Part Fourteen

A/N: I have no idea why I wrote this when I should be working on my unfinished series. This is just a tiny bit of fluff. No tags on this one.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 648


The sun began to set over an expanse of quiet farmland somewhere in the middle of America. As evening slowly cooled the day’s summer heat, a chorus of cicadas and crickets increased in volume.

A lone stretch of pavement was the only road that reached the few farmhouses in the area. There wasn’t much traffic along the road, but on this particular evening, a blue vintage Volkswagen Beetle puttered its way toward the property that sat at the road’s dead end.

As the Beetle pulled off the road and onto the gravel drive, a young boy with a wide smile and a mop of curly brown hair bounded out of the farmhouse and down the wraparound porch’s front steps.

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Rewriting the Past - epilogue

Pairing: ReaderxBaekhyun

Word count: 3.7k

Summary: Baekhyun was your first love when you were sixteen. It was passionate, hot, and messy. But all of that ended six years ago, after a four-year battle for your relationship. Now, you’re twenty-six years old and still reeling from the relationship when suddenly, Baekhyun shows up on your doorstep.

Originally posted by intokai


One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight[m] | Nine | Ten | Epilogue   

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i’m so so so so proud of all of the leafs for getting this far and i can’t believe how much they’ve improved this season and how they’ve continually proved that they /are/ one of the best teams in the league. they sent the washington capitals, the number one seed in the conference, the winners of the presidents trophy two years in a row, to OT in five of the six games they played (which has never happened in caps history). these kids have so much energy and passion and determination and straight up love for this game that they just proved they are on the same level as a team of vets widely regarded as one of the consistently dominant forces in the nhl in the last few years. it doesn’t matter that they didn’t win. of course it’s sad, but they have more than proven themselves.

and just think, this is only the beginning for this group.

Concerning the meme I’ve been doing lately:

Sendak has a personal journal he’s kept more or less since setting foot on the Third Fleet for the first time ( i.e., back when he was very young ) and its entries span over five or six datapads, with over two thousand entries in total. It documents most of his personal feelings ( or confusion for the lack of thereof ) and reasoning behind many of things either questionable or terrible things he’s done, including the many accounts of murder he’s been accused with. 

(Un)Fortunately, all the entries are in an untranslated and hand-written dialect of Zahhan, which only barely resembles Centralized Galran… This results in most of it being illegible, rendering it useless in other hands.

( The chapters in which he had been coping with the loss of his left hand are particularly rough. )

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Captain Canary

Cheesy Tropes

Body Swap AU

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“If you pull up my shirt to look at my boobs I’ll stab you when we’re switched back. I’ll be extremely flattered but there will be stabbing.”

“Noted.”

“I thought you two…” Ray trailed off when they both turned to look at him.

“That doesn’t mean he gets to see them whenever he wants.” Sara replied.

“This is just weird.” Jax said looking around at the team gathered on the bridge. There was a resounding agreement among them.

Somehow, and still, despite re-watching security feeds and the back and forth between the team for more than an hour, Sara and Leonard had been bodily switched without any of them having any idea how or why. It was like being in the twilight zone, the six foot one crook smirking and making jokes while the five foot six former assassin sat brooding on the outside of the group. It was strange and yet Jax had to put serious effort into not laughing at them. Both of them would probably make him pay for it later.

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Chapter Six : Scythe Vs Shovel

[ Please be warned that some chapters may have potential triggers; violence, gore, blood, heavy abuse, sexual content and foul language. If you’re uncomfortable please exit the post or scroll down. ]

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After looking it up, I saw that a Cursed Sarcophagus of the Kings can turn sims into mummies after they sleep in it. 

So after the butler slept in it five or six times SUCCESS.

BEHOLD THE BIRTH OF THE MUMMY BUTLER.

Stand in fear as he puts your books away!

Tremble as he prepares you pancakes! 

Except he shortly glitched out on me. Turns out butler mummies don’t like doors and after he stood waving and yelling for awhile Errortrap took care of him. 

Except after I had Aurelia re-hire a butler he came back un-mummified but still had the mummy actions.

He was glitchy again so I had to exit out of that save. One or two hours work down the drain but it was fun while it lasted :D

A very self-indulgent thing I did today during classes.

I never saw the actresses clearly so that’s partly how I imagine them ?? And the dresses are anachronic as hell, my bad. I’ll just say this is my first try at drawing Angelica and Eliza !

there are few places to be that are more dangerous than between me and fresh pizza