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My life’s work is finally here!  Keep Beach City Weird - THE BOOK!!! 

I’ve collected all of my findings into a single, very legitimate looking book, so that everyone can know the truth about my hometown of Beach City!  Finally, my legacy is protected for the ages.  Even if a giant solar flare wipes out all of the world’s computers  - MY BLOG WILL SURVIVE!

Writing this book was a monumental task.  It took me countless hours of slacking off at work to compile all of my writings, illustrations and far-flung theories into one place. I did have a little help from some fellow truth-stigators I met on a Koala Princess forum, Ben Levin and Matt Burnett, but most of the work was definitely done by ME!  

So if you wanna read about lots of weird stuff like Radioactive Centipedes, Giant Women from the Sea, and The Great Diamond Authority - then order a copy!   It’s sure to be an Empire Times Best-Seller!

https://www.amazon.com/Keep-Beach-City-Weird-Universe/dp/1101995157/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1492357206&sr=8-1&keywords=keep+beach+city+weird

I smiled as he finally reached the low front gate where Cassian waited, apparently using the momentary delay to stretch out his wings, to the delight of the half-dozen children now gawking at them.

GIVE ME MORE OF CASSIAN INTERACTING WITH CHILDREN 2K17

anonymous asked:

Ok but that photo you drew of Mcree with his serape flaring out behind him just makes the fabric look like fairy wings. And now all I can imagine is that he's a fairy with unusually large, super big wings patterned like his serape so he just lets them flop down over his shoulders. Maybe normal fairy ettiquite is 'don't touch the wings' but he doesn't know/care and just lets them flop over or wrap around his loved ones.

He’s mothman?

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❝ You are really perfect ❞

Plot:  You and Jimin fights, he calls you clingy and annoying and says he hates when you steal his clothes. So you begin to act “cold”, because you don’t want to be clingy and annoying, first he didn’t realise you stopped doing that but then he does and feels guilty and sad and you can keep going from that, so he makes it up to you.

Pairing: JiminxReader

Words count: 2,3k+

Genre: Slighty angst/Fluff in the end 

For anon, I hope you like it! - M. 

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner!

Everyone at the Big Hit building knew you, so when you came with snacks for everyone they could not do anything but love you even more.  

Immediately one of BTS’ manager told you that they were in the rehearsal room, so smiling you did a deep bow as a thanksgiving and you headed to the rehearsal room.  

It was the first time you visited the new building, but fortunately, a gentle lady pointed you in the direction you had to follow. They were all so polite and kind that you almost felt a rude person in comparison, even though your boyfriend kept saying you were the best person he had ever known.  

Trying not to drop anything, you didn’t want to waste the morning you spent cooking leaving the food on the ground, you’d better squeeze the heat bag in your hand and knocked gently on the blown glass door that divided the rest of the world from the Bangtan.  

A “c'mon” practically screamed at lungs gave you permission to enter and making, even more, attention you opened the door and entered, recognizing immediately Jungkook’s and Taehyung screams that greeted you enthusiastically.  

“Noooooona!” Jungkook ran to help you, perhaps more interested in the food than your presence but you could understand it. Surely they were practicing for hours and they had to be all hungry.  

“Hi Kookie, yes you can bring away the food….” You giggled as you approached the rest of the group, already trying to check what was in the bag. Check and scream of joy, because it was all homemade food and already just opening the zipper the scent was flared out.  

You’d fix better Jimin’s T-shirt you wore, you slipped it into skinny jeans because you were smaller and even lower than him, noticing only at that moment the slightly detached look of your boyfriend. Jimin wasn’t looking at you and it was almost a surprise because his smile was always the first thing to welcome you when you went to spend some time with them.  

“Aigoooo, Y/N, you cook better than Jin Hyung!” The voice of the leader rang in the room, making you laugh as you sat next to the pink-haired boy. You caressed his forearm, but the smile he made was visibly pulled so that you could be worried that something had happened before you arrived.  

He hadn’t touched food yet and didn’t seem intent on doing it, which pushed you to ask him what was going on.  

“Hey.. Something wrong, Chiminnie? ”  

“No.”  

You flinched slightly feeling his blunt response, while with the corner of the eye you would notice Namjoon’s gaze on you. He seemed worried and this did nothing but confirm your concerns.  

“Are you sure..?”  

“Y/N; Stop. I said there’s nothing wrong, can you just worry about your business for once?  

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It’s You That I Hold Onto (Newt Scamander x Reader)

Originally posted by sweetly87

✩ prompt: a lovely anon message a few posts back :) includes a jelly reader and an overprotective thunderbird

✩ word count: a fair amount idk man

✩ warnings: so sweet u could possibly get a toothache :(

It’s You That I Hold Onto

It’s a typical Saturday evening in the Goldstein residence (plus a few), Queenie and Jacob waltzing to sleepy crackling records, dappled golden mid-winter light on the wallpaper, the smell of something delicious wafting from the kitchen. 

Everything seems perfect to Y/N as she makes her way to the living room, her brilliant crimson skirt swishing rather gracefully about her waist, her hair (for once!) cooperating falling over her shoulders smoothly.

Queenie smiles at her, elegantly breaking away from Jacob to switch which record is playing, new music erupting from the golden phonograph.

“Would ya’ care to dance?” Jacob asks, giving her a rather sloppy grin and holding out his hand.

Y/N nods gleefully, enjoying the time with one of her best friends as the stout man spins her about the room, Queenie clapping to the music.

Newt’s eyes flick to the duo dancing gleefully through the living room, his gaze caught on the pretty woman in his arms. How that skirt shows off her hips-

He looks away immediately, blushing and mentally kicking himself for being “an absolute bloody creep.”

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Can we please talk about Natasha in Civil War?

Natasha, whose fear is to see the Avengers torn apart. She signs the Accords not because she trusts the government. Yes, she wants to make amends and agrees to an extent that people with powers need to be put in check, but more importantly, she believes it’s the best option of keeping the Avengers together. Path of least resistance, if you will. Natasha’s a pro at reading the terrain. She knows if they don’t sign, they would be heading down a road paved with pain. 

Her priority throughout Civil War is to keep her family intact. That’s why you can’t place her on a team. It’s not simply #TeamSteve vs #TeamTony. She didn’t hop from one side to the other. She’s playing by her own rules, governed by her head and heart. She tells Steve staying together is more important than how they stay together.

Natasha, who shows up at Peggy’s funeral because she doesn’t want Steve to be alone, worries about Tony’s state of mind, pauses mid-fight to get Clint’s reassurance that they’re still friends. Natasha, who lets Steve and Bucky leave despite the consequences she’d have to face and returns to find out how Rhodey’s doing instead of running to hide. Even in her last scene, she’s still playing mediator.

This is Natasha looking out for her own. This is Natasha trying to be a friend. This is Natasha acting on her emotions for her family, as Steve is for Bucky, and Tony for his parents and the victims in their missions.

So don’t whittle her down to a simple “double agent”. I will fight you.

How about Harry rubbing his tip against your clit..

You’re laying on the kitchen counter, your hot and sweaty back against the cold surface. Harry is holding your legs open for him, and looking down at where you two are joined, watching the way you’re taking him in so easily, his cock glistening from your juices as he thrusts into you in a steady pace, rolling and grinding his hips.

Biting his raspberry lips between his teeth, nostrils flared out as his lashes flutter, and his head tips back, a raspy groan leaves his throat.

“So close, so close from yeh fuckin’ cunt.. doin’ so good fo’ m’.”

He takes a grip of his shaft after he pulls out of you, leaving you whimpering after his touch, his strech and warmth. But your whimpers turn into shaky legs, body jolts and choked up moans, when Harry starts rubbing his tip against your clit.

You pop yourself on your elbows so you can see the full view of Harry’s furrowed brows and his fallen plump lips, his hand working quickly as his chest rises up and down quickly, right between your trembling legs. Harry curses deep under his breath, as the grip of his hand on his cock tightens, when you let out a cry.

You bite your lips, trying so hard to keep your eyes open and your head up. You can tell that Harry’s right on the edge.

“Is daddy gonna cum nicely for me?” you ask him, but he doesn’t even look at you, just eyes clamped shut, he nods to you, as he presses his sensitive tip against you, making your body jolt once again.

“Uh-huh.”

Harry’s panting, his hand gripping tightly to the edge of the counter, knuckles turning white.

“I’m- I’m gonna cu-cum..” he breathes out heavily, throwing his head back, a vein popped up on his neck. His moans get louder and louder, as the tension in his tummy grows. Then he goes completely silent. Hot, white spurts cover your wet core, dripping down from your clit. Harry’s body jerks, as he presses his tip against you one more time, the sensitiveness making him hiss.

He leans down to kiss the insides of your thighs, nibbling your skin and blowing some cooling air on the wet spots. He looks up to you in awe, as you breathe heavily, your hair in a mess and the way your cunt is covered in his cum.

"Look at tha’.. Yeh sweet cunt drippin’ from daddy’s cum.”

the vagabond getting flustered as all hell whenever he’s accused of a crime he didn’t actually do. ( for once. )

a story comes on the news about a recent attack on an armored truck in fake ah territory. everyone looks at ryan, who gives them all an utterly baffled look.

“i — didn’t, though. i mean, i - i don’t think i did. did i? no, no, that one wasn’t me. i think. yeah.”

another news story about a bizarre string of murders, carried out by flare gun. everyone looks at ryan.

“oh yeah that was totally me.”

A Warm Welcome [h.s.]

A/N: here’s some hades!harry! Sorry if it’s shitty I’m trying to get back in the game! And sorry for any typos and mistakes! Enjoy :-)

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Being a god comes with a large bundle of heightened emotions and Harry honestly wishes that they had an off switch. Celestial beings are called “celestial” for a reason, after all. They’re abnormally better than any human, and thus they must keep an attitude and air that enforces nothing less, but damn feelings for being able to get in the way so easily.

Gods must be calm and collected under the most extraneous situations, they must rule with an iron fist, and most importantly, they must forbid emotions from deterring them in any way. He’s not saying that he hates feeling emotions more intensely; some are worth the toil. Pleasure, for example, is felt tenfold what any human could handle and he can almost say that this alone makes the troubles worth it. But it’s moments such as now that bring forward overpowering feelings that he wishes he could cast aside: a dangerous mixture of excitement and anxiousness.

More specifically, the excitement and anxiousness that comes with the return of his beloved wife, Persephone (or as he calls her, Y/N), from being away for her given six months of the year.

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The Pawns And The Kings

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

Originally posted by bangtanbtsmut

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Smut

Plot: The reader is kidnapped, left alone in utter darkness. Once the day of her auctioning comes, she’s given to the head of one of the worlds most powerful gangs, Jungkook. She was nothing but a gift to him. But her little soul turns out to have the power to turn the tides in the worlds angriest ocean. And it turns out, Jungkook isn’t the only man whom eyes have settled upon her.


The devil was once an angel - a beings whom’s sole purpose was peace and love. He held the grace of heaven in his hands and the love of God carefully sewn into his skin by a master seamstress. But one day he grew jealous, the sin in the form of an emotion plagued him. He aimed his heart towards this jealousy and lurched in it, losing himself. The thread in his countenance unwound and the needle grew dull. He had lost his grace. He fell from his family, being crowned the king of despair and agony, becoming the utter essence of hatred that grew in him, becoming the nature of his still beat heart. He had lost it to the desire to be worshiped, and granted himself henchmen. 

And so he was given a new name, a name that has only been uttered from a dead mans lips. What a cold pale purple they hold, the cracks running down the skin as they shiver out the name. “Min Yoongi”

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Beauty and the Beast AU (1)

Summary: Y/N has always been in love with fairy-tales. They give her an escape from the dark and blood world she lives in. With the new Beauty and the Beast movie coming out soon she’s excited as could be. Her boyfriend Dean however has a few issues with it. 

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, OFC, Reader

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Language, heavy making out, fondling, almost smut, angst, a lot of fighting

Word Count: 5,433 (I’m not even sorry)

Part Two Part Three

A/N: This is my fist part to my Beauty and the Beast AU. Hug thank you to @love-kittykat21 for beta reading and helping me with this! Feedback is always welcomed and I hope you enjoy it as much as I am!

Originally posted by gameraboy

Originally posted by bringmesomepie56



“Hey,” a large hand gripped your shoulder, shaking you gently, “Y/N wake up.” Grimacing, you pulled yourself away from Dean’s body looking up at Sam. He had a big smile on his face,  the alarm clock illuminating his face. Looking at the harsh, glaring, green numbers you groaned. It was barely six in the morning and Sam was ready to get going. “Get up, I wanna tell you something.” His voice was soft and timid, attempting not to wake his brother up.

“Okay, just give me a second.” You whispered back to him, getting up as slowly as you could, Dean simply turned away, pulling the crisp white sheets along with him.

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