get off my case old man

Simple Man (Part 4)

Originally posted by heytheredeann

Summary: The truth comes to light when reader has to call Dean for help…

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Pairing: cop!Dean x reader

Word Count: 2,700ish

Warnings: language, brief violence

A/N: This was a fun and quick series that I hope you enjoyed as much as I did!…

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anonymous asked:

Imagine the squad trying to get percy/annabeth to crack/sell the other out or whatever and they're trying so hard to intimidate them but lmao these kids have seen and fought some fucked up crazy shit do you think the threat of going to prison is gonna scare them? so percy jus kinda. looks bored the entire time and annabeth stares the interrogator down as soon as they walk in and continues to do so throughout the whole thing

this baby monster of a brooklyn 99/pjo crossover is finally here.

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As with all interesting cases, it starts with blue cake.

Well, technically, this one is kicked off by the seasoned detective, Rosa Diaz, responding to a routine breaking and entering at an apartment a few blocks away from the precinct, on Lincoln St. Okay, maybe not routine for the victim—an older woman who says she’s a school teacher—but Rosa thinks that in some part, it’s the tenant’s fault for not being more deliberate about how they choose to protect their homes as well as conceal its location.

That being said, she’s intent on making the people of this city (or at least those who deserve it) feel safer, especially with instances like this that are totally preventable. So, she’s taking a statement from the lady who’s claiming that no, nothing was actually stolen but my beloved Tommy is missing. When Rosa asks who Tommy is (perhaps her child?), the woman scoffs that it’s her five year old exotic shorthair and that no one appreciates felines.

Just as the woman is showing her pictures of the admittedly ugly ass cat, and Rosa’s considering telling her so, a heavy thud resounds from the apartment over, as well as a sharp shout.

Rosa quirks an eyebrow, and the woman rushes to complain about her neighbors: a girl and a boy, who she can faintly hear speaking to each other through the thin walls. “Those two college kids—living together in sin—and I swear they just hate Tommy. They probably stole him.” She gasps dramatically. “They could be torturing him!”

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Carl Doesn’t Have to Know (Negan x Kaitlin)

Originally posted by neqns

Originally posted by sassmastersarahkv

Word Count: 2,025
Genre: Smut
Fandoms: Negan, The Walking Dead, Jeffrey Dean Morgan
Pairings: Negan x Kaitlin (Original Female Character)
Rating: Explicit
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Warnings: Language. Zombies. Heights. Cheating. Oral sex. Vaginal sex.

Summary: Requested by @kaitlinlexieporrini. Carl’s girlfriend Kaitlin narrowly escapes the walker horde at Alexandria with Negan, returning to the Sanctuary with him for a naughty rooftop fling.

Note: I realize that Carl Grimes’ age is a hotly debated topic. His sex life with Kaitlin is vaguely mentioned in this fic, but as I wrote her as being 18 years old, I am also assuming at least for the duration of this story that he is at least 18 as well.


“Fuck!” Negan cursed as he ran away from Alexandria, the once quiet town now overrun with a horde of the walking dead. Rick and company escaped from the opposite end of the main street while Negan and a young girl that he’d never met escaped through a crack in the wall near the front gate. He dragged her along simply because she was there, trying to keep her safe. They careened around the trees, branches snapping beneath their feet, keeping an eye out for walkers and managing to avoid most of them.

“Let me go!” the girl screamed. “I know who you are!”

“Look, little girl, there is no time for this shit! We can get you back to your boy Carl later on! Every moment you waste fighting me is another moment for the walkers to close in. Now come on!” Negan tightened his grip on her arm and continued leading her through the woods to the place where he parked his truck. He shoved her roughly into the driver’s seat. “I call shotgun. Literally. I’m gonna keep this rifle aimed out the window at those walkers just in case. You drive. Fast!”

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anonymous asked:

Ahh yay asks are open!! Could I pls request a scenario with daddy!Kacchan and his s/o who have a young daughter that has Kacchan's exact personality so she is always causing trouble for them? thanks <3

I had a lot of fun typing this out! Just imagining Daddy!Kacchan makes me swoon…. like just imagine him older, so tall and much more built and ughhhh he’s so beautiful (*≧∀≦*)

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Bakugo, Katsuki (Daddy!Kacchan)

“Get off my case old man!” Kana snapped, shrugging off her father’s grip against her shoulder. She pushed passed the tall man and went straight to her bedroom, slamming the door behind her in the process. Everything down to her personality was the spitting imaging of her Pro Hero father, King Explodo. Spiky blonde hair with fiery eyes to match the sharp attitude and as the years pass, she has grown into the same passionate stubborn young teenager he was back in his day. This spitting image of Bakugo, Katsuki also had his track record of destroying things, the same vulgar mouth and his horribly inflated ego. Kirishima who was still close friends with this girl’s father let him in on all the trouble she got herself into at U.A. There were no secrets in this family. 

“DON’T SLAM DOORS IN MY GODDAMN HOUSE!” Bakugo screamed back standing in the hallway, his tightly clenched fists shaking from all the anger he was trying to keep within himself. He knew he would be cursed to have a child who acted like himself, it was pay back for all the years he mistreated his own parents. Even his mom told him so. “Fuck my life…. she’s making me age faster….” he murmured, one of his hands going up to pinch the bridge of his nose roughly, sighing out loudly.

His wife giggled behind him while she patted against his broad back, “she’s at her rebellious stage… you had and still have one too. I know she’s a lot to handle sometimes…. but so were you honey.”

“Why can’t she be two again? Or be like her damn brother.” Bakugo groaned turning to face his wife with a large pout. A small coo caught his attention and he looked down to the bundle in his wife’s arms. He gently caressed the tiny bald head of their newest addition to the Bakugo family with a small smirk, this child looked like his wife and not him.

“He’s barely a month… of course he’s not getting on your nerves yet,” Mrs. Bakugo added, “Don’t be angry with Kana….she was an only child for so long… I think she’s scared Kasumi will take all of the attention away from her…. you know the two of you always had a close bond, go talk to her a little…. try not to piss her off this time though.”

Knocking on the door, Bakugo waited for an answer before entering Kana’s room but his knocks went unanswered irritating him instantly. “I’m coming i—-!!!” The second he opened his daughter’s room he was met with a pillow slammed against his face, both his fists steaming from his anger. He chanted calming words in his mind, the only way he could control his anger around his kids, otherwise their house wouldn’t be standing any longer. ‘Stay calm! Stay calm! This is your kid! Your Kid!!’

“Get out!” the tiny girl screamed, hiding under her blanket and Bakugo melted, his anger cooled down and he felt a smirk start to rise on his cheeks. She was so determined not to be seen, it was ridiculous. He remembered he did this exact thing to his parents.



“I’m sorry.”


“I’m sorry…… You have been lonely right?” Bakugo began, walking over to the girl’s bed and sat at the edge, his crimson irises looking around her room. It was always odd to see himself on posters and billboards, even weirder when he was made into cheap action figures sold around the world but seeing his merchandise plastered all over his daughter’s room made him feel warm inside. She was always his biggest fan. “Your mother and I have been spending a lot of time with your little brother… I know…. but we don’t love you any less, dumbie.”

He paused, his glance now on the little bump under the covers that stayed silent, “I know it’s rough…. and changing is hard…. but you know, you’ll be protecting him right. Like a real hero.” and this caught Kana’s attention, he knew so because she poked her head out from under the covers.

“You going soft on me now old man? That was just cheesy as hell… gross…” she murmured, her cheeks a slight tint of red. His words moved the little girl but she wouldn’t admit that to him. “…. I am the best kid dammit…. why’d you have to knock up that hag again….”

“Watch your goddamn mouth!”

“What did you say to me!? Get out old man! Out! Out! Out!”

“THAT’S IT!” Bakugo grabbed his small daughter and threw her over his shoulder, she screamed, kicking and punching to get out of his grasps. Bakugo’s furrowed brows twitched harshly as her quirk started to spark within her palms, of course she would inherit his incredible quirk. She blasted a few explosions as he forced the girl from her own room and back to the living room with her mother. “What did we say about using your quirk inside the damn house?! You want to get punished huh!?”

“Now Kana…. calm down….. please don’t wake up your brother… Mama wants to get some sleep tonight.”

SHAAADDAP!!” the little girl scream, a series of explosions erupting from her tiny palms and just like her mother had warned, the tiny Kasumi began to scream along with his sister. Both the older Bakugo’s ripping out their hair.



IT WAS BOTH OF YOU——!! NOW SHUT IT!” When mama Bakugo was the one to scream, both Bakugo and Kana fell silent, scared of the dark shadow that consumed the woman. They messed up big time and pissed off mama! She was tired, irritated and wanted to nap but no one in her family was going to let that happen, not unless she made it happen. “Now…. Mama’s going to get some rest…. Daddy take the baby, Kana—” she paused to hand over the fussy baby to the shaken husband’s free hand and then turned to grip the girl by her cheeks, forcing her daughter to stare into her dark threatening smile. “You. Must. Behave…… Or else.

There was a reason Bakugo married and had his children with this woman, she could easily tame the King of Explosions, his tiny explosive kids were nothing different. 

Part Two: My "People Skills" are "Rusty." (The Third Man S0603)

Episode Summary:  Sam, Dean and the reader call Castiel for help when they investigate a case about several dead police officers who seem to have been killed by the plagues of Egypt. With Heaven in a state of chaos, God’s weapons have been stolen. The four head off to find the thief and come face to face with an old enemy. Meanwhile, the reader and Dean try to work like professionals with one another, and not let old feelings get in the way.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Word Count: 4,641.

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ISG : Chapter 1

Welcome to the Internet Support Group. Please Enter your name and patient number to login.

Name : Luke Alvez

Login # : 765009

The lights flickered in the room, lamp swinging side to side as the boat rocked. He took one step forward, testing the floorboards and making sure they wouldn’t creak and alert the target of his presence. He stepped lightly making his way in despite the ringing in his earpiece telling him to wait for backup. Advice he might have heeded in any other situation except this one. He felt his unit chief words bind him in place for a second, pulling him back but he swore under his breath and pulled the ear piece out and ran in. He kicked the door open, nearly smashing into pieces.

“Federal agents! Put the weapon down!” he yelled on instinct. But as soon as the fell off his lips he froze. The perp stood over Mel, blood dripping off the knife in his hands. The metal plate walls stained with it as well. The smell of rotting flesh and smoke filled the air.

The man turned, face him. Pale white skin gleaming under the dirty dull lamp light, yellow teeth shining through a thin lipped grin.

“Should have waited Agent” he sneered. As if on instinct Luke’s hands fell on the trigger, pulling it and shooting furiously at the man. The light bulbs burst from a stray bullet. Luke put his gun down, grabbing the flashlight on his waist and turning it on. The man had gone, only leaving his victim bleeding profusely.

Luke looked around trying to figure out how the killer had escaped but it didn’t matter now. He ran to his partner , his friend who was attempting to sit up despite the fact that he was cut open. Stomach slit with medical precision almost reaching the spot between his lungs.

“Mel, hey Mel look at me buddy. You alright?” Luke called, hands cupping his friends face flicking the flecks of blood of the sides of his mouth.

“Bomb” he coughed, choking. He gripped Luke’s hand and pushed him. “Go” he coughed.

“No I’m not leaving ya Mel, come on “ Luke said, panic evident in his voice. He shook the chain that were locked around Mel’s wrist and ankles. A ticking time bomb on his half open chest.

Mel grabbed Luke’s hand with all the strength left in his body, shoving his  badge and wedding ring in the palm of Luke’s hand.

“Go” he croaked.

Luke gasped sitting up in his bed, sweating and panting. His hands clutched the bedsheets around him. Roxy whimpered beside him, lifting her head up from the doggy bed in the corner.

Just a dream, just a goddamn dream.

Dreams are figments of imagination Alvez, you didn’t imagine that.

“Luke? You okay?” Irene asked, rolling onto her side. At least, he thought that was her name. He’d picked her up at the bar merely a few hours ago and they really spoken that much.

“Yeah, yeah just hold on a second” he mumbled hopping out of the bed. The dull moonlight glistened against his bare and sweaty body as he made his way to the living room, Roxy trotting at his heels. He picked up his phone and scrolled through the contact list ,quickly tapping at the number that sent him straight to voicemail.

“Hey Hotchner, this is Luke. I’ve reconsidered. Is that spot on your team still open?”

Welcome to the Internet Support Group, courtesy of the U.S government for struggling veterans.

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Name :Mayavati K Pillai

Condition : PTSD (relapsed); Anxiety

Current profession : NCIS Special Agent

military affiliation :Ex Navy Doctor

Maya stormed into the office, flinging the door open so that she startled the PA whose name she’d forgotten.

“Is Vance in?” she growled, glaring at the girl with wild eyes.

“Y.yes but you can’t..”

Ignoring her Maya pushed through the door straight into Vance’s office, interrupting his phone call.

“I will call you back Eli” he sighed, cutting the phone.

“You’re benching me?” she yelled, slamming the form that  Gibbs had placed methodically on her desk.  

“I had no choice” Vance snapped, face clear with annoyance.

“Yeah you did. You could have not benched me. Come on Director it was one breakdown, one. It didn’t even cost us the goddamn mission “ she pointed out, pacing about the room. Stalking him like a hungry lioness.

“A breakdown is still a breakdown. What if your teammates hadn’t been there?” he replied.

“I would have shot the guy and the victims would have gotten justice” she retorted.

“You don’t believe that” Vance sighed.

“No I don’t, which means I am thinking rationally and am aware my actions could have had consequences. But they didn’t and won’t because we are a team and are always there for each other. I was in the Navy for God’s sake, I know how to fight through fear” she sighed, voice tinged with desperation.

“Put me back on the field Vance”

He looked up at her and simply sighed, spitting his toothpick out into the trash.

“Until you prove you are mentally stable I can’t, it’s protocol”. His response cause Maya to snap yet again.

“Where was protocol when we were in Somalia?” she yelled. The tensed silence that filled the air was broken when Gibbs walked in.

“You will attend that support group every day until you show to me that you can handle the field. Besides it will give you time to figure out how to do paperwork” Vance ordered, the edge in his voice clear that his decision was final. Maya stood up straight and stormed out, glancing at Gibbs who merely shrugged his shoulders.

Her mind was blank with rage she stomped on each step with all the strength in her body as she walked down to the bullpen, hoping to at least slightly damage the infrastructure. She pushed passed her co-workers who had been crowding around her desk, staring at the Director’s office.

“I take it that didn’t go well” Tony asked, wincing as Maya slammed her desk drawer shut, pulling the days files out.

“No it didn't” she sighed, still fuming.

“So are you going to do it? Attend the support group?” McGee finally asked, after Tony nudged him for the billionth time.

“Do I have a choice?” she sighed looking up at the three of them .

“You could attend a real support group and physically talk to people” McGee pointed out.

Maya scrunched her nose at the very thought.

She pictured a white and cream colored room with too clean wooden floors and people sitting in a circle crying their eyes out over other people’s problems. The awkward ice breakers, the touchy feely mentors.

Maybe Vance had caught her a break.  

“Well it is better than not being able to work here” Ziva suggested, nudging her arm.

“Easy for you to say, you already passed your psych eval” Maya grumbled, logging onto her computer to begin running down the location of their most recent victims mother.

“With great difficulty. Trust me Maya , it’s better that you actually talk to someone about your feelings before you take it. Otherwise you just end up saying the wrong thing” Ziva consoled, squeezing her shoulder before she walked off to her desk.

As her co workers settled back into their daily routine, Maya began her new one. One filled with aimless info searching, data entry and filing.

Oh joy.

Thank you for choosing the United States Support Group for your needs. We have analyzed your application and paired you up with your partner for this 6 month period. Your partner is chosen based on the similarity of your conditions and experiences.Everything you type is protected so you are free to talk about your professional lives within reason. Please email us at

User ; Maya.K

Check in time : 6:47pm

Maya.K : So what are you in here for?

Luke.A : What no hi, hello, hey how’s it going…

Maya.K : Hi I’m Maya, what are you in here for

Luke.A : Hi Maya I’m Luke. I’m here for PTSD, what about you.

Maya.K : Pretty much the same thing, among other things.

Luke. A : Wanna talk about it?

Maya. K : So direct, we’ve only known each other for 2 minutes

Luke . A : 3 minutes actually. And this is coming from the girl who’s words to me were what are you in for?

Maya.K : Technically it was so, what are you in here for. And how do you know I’m a girl.

Luke. A : I don’t know many men called Maya.

Maya.K: I could be a 40 year old obese man who chops up people to get off for all you know.

Luke.A: Why is that scenario so specific?

Maya.K : My last case revolved around a dude like that. It was creepy.

Luke.A : What is it you do exactly?

Maya.K : I’m an NCIS agent

Luke.A: Navy? Ex-Military?

Maya.K: Navy doctor.I would say ex but then again dies ex military really mean anything?

Luke.A: If it did we wouldn’t be here.

Maya.K: Who said anything about breakdowns? I am a completely fictional human being. Now, what’s a seemingly normal guy like yourself need therapy for?

Luke.A: I am attempting to join the FBI,which is why I need to prove to them I am not crazy.

Maya.K: Fair point, but if you are working with crazy people you have the license to be insane within reason

Luke.A : Insane within reason,what does that even mean?

Maya.K : I guess we’ll find out together now won’t we.

Tags - @sassygeek77 @ultrarebelheart @gubl-oser

P.S Thanks to @teatimewithtiya for going over the first to chapters and answering my questions <3

Lolita References In Lana Del Rey

Hey guys, I know this is not ballet related and I should really make a Lolita blog, but I love and adore Lolita and Lana Del Rey, and someone asked me to explain how Lana sings about Lolita and most of her songs are literally telling the story or have to do with Lolita, and nymphet related things. So skip this if you are not interested. :) I’m going to try my best but some may be wrong or just misinterpretations so I’m sure thenymphetballerina will help me out. :) I am going to list some songs. Please pay attention to when italicize anything, it means it is a song lyric.


Off to the races is one of those songs that literally, is Lana explaining the story of Lolita in her lyrics. (Remember, when I italicize, it means it’s a lyric)

My old man is a bad man but I can’t deny the way he holds my hand and he grabs me, he has me by my heart.

This could mean how yes, in the novel, Humbert could be considered a bad man, because he’s not taking a lot of things into consideration and not realizing some of what he’s doing. But the way he holds Lolitas hand, is referencing that he shows this obsessive love for her that she likes and starts to like him and take advantage in some situations. 

Light of my life, fire of my loins, be a good baby do what I want

This is literally a quote out of Lolita. One of the most significant quotes is Light of my life, fire of my loins, my sin, my soul, Lolita and Lana says the first part of it. The second part could be referencing how there comes a point where she knows how Hum wants things from her, and now she wants things from him so she wants him to do what she wants. 

Gimme them gold coins, gimme them coins

In the novel, Lo really wanted to get a few dollars off of Hum, she tried to do things in order to get this. Even in the end of the novel, she wanted the money so this could be referencing that. 

And were off to the races, cases of bacardi chasers, chasing me all over town 

In the novel, Hum was taking Lolita all over the country and they suspected that someone was chasing or following them, this is what shes referencing

Im your little scarlet scarlet, singing in the garden

Although she wasnt singing, the first time Hum saw, and fell in love with Lo, was when he saw her in the garden


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My old man is a tough man but he got a soul as sweet as blood red jam

This shows how no matter what, Hum did love her and he didnt have horrible intentions, he had a good heart for lolita not knowing what was being done

Since I cant reference everything, the rest of the song says how shes crazy and misbehaving like Lo. 


This song is pretty self explanitory, especially since she made a home music video of herself including SCENES FROM LOLITA! And she sings Hey Lolita Hey so this song and the home made video are pretty self explanitory.

Kissin my fruit punch lips 

Reffering I guess to the amount of red lipstick she wears


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Lolita took place in 1947 and 1949 rhymes and works so the dates are pretty close. So, this one has a lot so here we go.

Carry me up them stairs, Put my white socks on


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You like my blue nail polish

As you can see, she is putting on nail polish ahha

The mess upstairs dont be scared

This is when Charlotte, Lolitas mother, tells Hum when hesmoving in not to mind the mess

Daddy dearest, you know how I like to take trips, 

They take a so called trip all over America to get away froim the bad situations

Stop at the Kmart, Buy me my peach lip gloss, cigarettes and lollipops, mad magazines and white socks

For lollipops, Lo always had candy or gum in her mouth

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When Lana says mad magazines, she always was reading these magazines in the movie. Its again self explanitory


Lights, Camera, Action, If he likes me takes me home

This is referencing how, Hum fell in love with Lo, started to obsess and took over her life which is how lana says takes me home

Come on you know you like little girls, you can be my daddy

In some parts, Lo teases hum and this is like shes saying to him that he likes girls her age so just do it with me, and this also refers to the age gap in the novel movie

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I cant make it on my own, put me in a movie

This shows how shes still innocent and cant manage fully on her own 

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This one is also pretty self explanitory but the name Carmen is also referenced alot in the novel and movie so 


He hit me and it felt like a kiss

Some parts Hum gets mad and paranoid and smack her but in the  end he shows his love and its crazy but


Lay me down tonight, Im your favourite girl

This is where not only Humbert, but Lolita knows how much Hum loves her and she wants to do more things with him

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There are so many more references but I cant do them all, theyd take too much time but even though this nothing to do with lana, I do beleive that Lolita and hum did have some real love for each other, even though everything was his responsibility

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some ‘harlocks the time travel child of thog and ashe’ headcanons

- though Ashe and Thog are harlock’s bio parents, Firi is very much considered a third parent to her, bc Firi’s dating ashe and helped raise harlock from babyhood

- markus and inien find out that harlock is from the future and that they know her parents, and desperately try to figure it out. they realize that Ashe is her mom when they turn off the lights and harlock’s eyes are just. fucking Glowing and harlock is just like ‘what?’

- Markus: so if Ashe is one of your parents, then whos the other?? Is it Firi????
Inien: Is it THOG???
Harlock: ….. yes???

- It was Harlock who helped build Firi’s prosthetic leg, using her robot arm as reference. Many years down the line, a very young Harlock became very interested in Firi’s prosthetic leg, causing her to build her own arm when she loses hers. It’s a Time Cycle

- Charoth is 100percent Harlock’s big brother he will tackle any leaf or rock or ant that happens to get in her way. She grows taller than him in like No Time but he never stops treating her like a baby. it would annoy her if the idea of her ‘Older Death God Brother Pampering Her’ wasn’t so damn cool 

- harlock 100 percent calls thog “old man” and everyone else gets in on it and he hates it So Much

- Harlock: god get off my case old man :/
Inien: yeah old man :/
Thog: shut the fuck up yoU ARE OLDER THAN ME

- U know that one scene from Emperor’s New Groove, where Pacha’s kids don’t want to go to bed so Pacha’s just like “thats fine, you can stay up, me and your mom were just gonna tell each other how much we love each other <3 <3″ and the kids scream and run to bed???? that’s Harlock Thog and Ashe in a nutshell 

- *harlock voice* i get my eyes from my her (points at ashe), my hair from him (points at thog), and my robot parts from her (points at firi)

- Firi, being an artist and a generally observant person, could tell Immediately that Harlock had physical traits of both Ashe and Thog. That’s why she was fairly surprised when Ashe revealed her feelings for her; less so surprised when they arranged for Thog to date Ashe too

- ashe and firi absolutely had a few bio kids too and ill design them at some point just u wait dnsjfdsfkdsfnjdsfdskfdsmdsjnfsdmfds

- when Harlock grows up into Adult, she’s taller than thog and he hates it. he hates it sooooo so so much

IDK i just love this headcanon so much its so dum and i hope it never becomes canon bc its too dum

Imagine you are Chibs’ Old Lady and the guys tease him about the age gap between the two of you but he shows you he is not an ‘old man’. *Smut*

Warnings: smut, language.

“Shut up,” Chibs grumbles, folding his arms across his chest defensively.
The guys laughed.

“I mean,” Tig said, “I get that she likes older guys, but you’re old enough to be her grandfather!”

You knew it was an exaggeration, but you knew it pissed Chibs off nonetheless. The guys loved to make fun of the age gap between you and your Old Man and while you knew it was just fun, Chibs took it personally. You suspected it had something to do with him having already been married once but you never asked in case it caused problems.

“Yeah, how’d you land someone as young as her anyway?” Jam chimed in, “She’s, like, my age.”

You heard Chibs huff and decided now was as good a time as any to butt in.

“Chibs, we really get going, don’t you think? I still have to make us dinner and it’s getting late.” You said, placing a hand on his arm to get his attention and show your support.

He gave you a look, one eyebrow raised, that told you he knew exactly what you were trying to do. Still, he didn’t object. The two of you bid your goodbyes and rode home on your Old Man’s Harley.

“You know they’re only joking, right? They don’t really think you’re too old for me.” You told Chibs as you put a pot of water on the stove to boil. Chibs was leaning on an island bench, watching you from the other side of the kitchen.

He only hummed in response, too busy watching you bend over as you searched the refrigerator.

You were dicing up a carrot when you felt hands on your hips, followed by soft lips and scratchy stubble on your neck. You shivered and set the knife down.

“I could’ve chopped my fingers off, you know?” You said, but it came out halfhearted due to the lust that was quickly making you feel lightheaded.

“I wouldn’t let you get hurt.” Chibs mumbled into your neck.

This time it was you who hummed as you tilted your neck and leaned back on your husband. You could feel the bruise forming where your Old Man was sucking and biting at your neck. You let out a soft moan and, in return, Chibs growled lowly and spun you in his arms to smash your lips together in a fierce kiss. You gripped the back of his neck, pulling him in closer and letting his tongue slide into your mouth.

He stepped closer to you, trapping you between his hips and the bench. The felt the bench digging into your lower back but paid it no mind as you could also feel the tent in Chibs’ jeans pressing against your front. Your hands found their way into Chibs’ grey locks, tugging lightly. He reached behind you and shoved the chopping board aside, the carrots scattered, forgotten on the floor. He grasped your hips roughly, lifting you onto the bench. You spread your legs so that Chibs could come to stand between them as he kissed and nipped your neck and chest, pulling on the collar of your shirt to gain more access. (As he kissed you, you reached over to the stove and turned it off so not to burn the house down).

“I don’t care what they say,” he muttered between kisses, “I’m not too old to make you feel good.”

His hands gripped the collar of your shirt and before you could protest he pulled, buttons went flying and your shirt was ruined but you could care less; you’d worry about it tomorrow. Rough, calloused fingers toyed with your bra. He was rubbing and massaging your tits through the thin material, occasionally letting a digit or two slip in to tease your nipples.

You pushed him back (with a whine at the loss) only to push his kutte off his shoulders and pull his shirt over his head. The moment you had rid him of his kutte and shirt, you ran your hands over his chest, the small hairs tickling your pals, and then raked your nails lightly back down his pecs and stomach, stopping at the button of his jeans. Then,  you removed your hands to undo the button on your own jeans instead.

“Come on then, old man,” you teased as you undid your jeans at a slow, tantalising pace, “show me what you’ve got left in you.”

Chibs gripped your wrists hard and removed them from your jeans so that he could undo them himself. He dropped to his knees in front of you. You lifted your hips up to help him drag the denim down your legs. He planted kisses along your inner thighs as the smooth skin was revealed. When he had finally rid you of your pants, he went for your underwear next. The bench was cold under you and you couldn’t help but feel slightly exposed from your position, but those thoughts left your mind the moment Chibs stood up and pushed down his own jeans, letting them pool at his ankles.

“Fuck me, old man.” You teased, tugging him closer to you and shuffling further towards him.

I,” he said, lining his leaking tip to your entrance. He pushed in and you couldn’t contain the cry that spilled from your lips at the feeling of being so full. “Am not old.”

You didn’t get a chance to say anything more before your old man was pounding into you with all that he had. You threw your head back with a particularly loud moan and you felt yourself shudder. You felt like your whole body was on fire; his hips slapping against your thighs, your fingers tangled in his hair, his lips all over your body, every time he touched you felt hotter than the last.

“Do you like it when I take you like this?” He asked.

“God, Chibs, yes!” You moaned out but gasped when he hit your g-spot hard.

You felt your stomach tighten and you knew you were close to finishing. The way Chibs’ thrusts were losing rhythm told you he was too.

“Kiss me,” you ordered and he happily obliged.

The kiss was lazy and hard but passionate; your teeth were clashing but your tongues danced in perfect timing.

“Oh my- Chibs, I’m gonna come!” You whispered into his mouth.

He looked down at you through thick lashes, eyes clouded in desire.

“Good.” His voice was deep and rough, his accent thick. That alone was enough to send you over the edge. Your body shook as you came and you clenched around him. He kept thrusting as you rode out your orgasm, and soon he followed suit as he came inside you with a cry of your name.

He slumped and let his head rest on your shoulder as the two of you caught your breath. You hopped off the bench and put your hands on Chibs’ shoulders to steady yourself, your legs still shaky. Chibs, ever the gentleman, bent down to pick up your panties and his shirt. You thanked him when he passed them to you and slipped them on while he pulled up his own jeans.

“Sorry about your shirt, sweetheart.” He said, although he didn’t sound sorry at all.

You stood on your toes to kiss him deeply. “Do not apologise for that. That was amazing, and I, for one, will never call you old again.”

You didn’t miss the smug smile that made it’s way onto his face.

Dear Hollywood Undead

Hi. Big fan of your work. Just one itty bitty problem. We were promised a cd in “early 2017″. It is now at the end of March. So forgive me for saying this but THERE ARE SIX OF YOU IN THIS F*CKING BAND! SIX! FOUR OF YOU RAP! DANNY SINGS LIKE A MOTHER F*CKING ANGEL! DA KURLZZ…..well honestly Da kurlzz you’re okay in my book, you don’t sing per say so I guess I can forgive you…BUT FIVE OF YOU SING! SO GET OFF YOUR LAZY TATTOOED WHITE BOY ASSES(except Funny Man cuz duh not white) GET IN THAT STUDIO AND MAKE US THIS F*CKING CD! THERE ARE ONLY SO MANY TIMES I CAN LISTEN TO OLD CDS BEFORE I MARCH MY HAPPY ASS TO L.A. AND SMACK YOU ALL WITH A CD CASE! I’M AT THE POINT WHERE ALL YOU NEED TO DO IS RELEASE A CD OF JUST CHARLIE SAYING D*CK FOR NINE HOURS! AND I’D BUY THAT SH*T! FOR F*CK’S SAKE! 
Ahem. Anyway. Love your music. Come back to Asheville, NC.

Not a gangster by any means but still a fan albeight a rather enraged one,
Morgan Bondarko

Everything Dallas Winston says in the book.

“The kid’s okay?”

“Good behavior. Got off early.”

“Speakin’ of movies, I’m walkin’ over to the Nightly Double tomorrow night. Anybody want to come and hunt some action?”

“How about y’all? Two-Bit? Johnnycake, you and Pony wanta come?”

“Yeah, and this time it’s for good. That little broad was two-timin’ me again while I was in jail.”

“Who’s gonna make me?”

“I know you too. I’ve seen you around rodeos.”

“You two barrel race, huh?”

“Oh, my, my. You’ve got me scared to death. You ought to see my record sometime, baby. Guess what I’ve been in for?”

“I’m never nice. Want a Coke?”

“This might cool you off.”

“Fiery, huh? Well, that’s the way I like ‘em.”


“Okay, kids, whatta ya need me for?”

“Good for you.”

“Oh, shoot, kid. I was in the bedroom.”

“Glory, but your ears can get red, Ponyboy.”

“It wasn’t anything like that, kid. I was asleep, or tryin’ to be, with all this racket. Hank Williams…Me and Shepard had a run-in and I cracked some ribs. I just needed a place to lay over. Ol’ Tim sure can pack a punch. He won’t be able to see outa one eye for a week. Well, wait a sec and I’ll see what I can do about this mess. Ponyboy, are you wet?”

“Glory, hallelujah! You’ll die of pneumonia ‘fore the cops ever get you.”

“Get that sweatshirt off. Dry off and wait here. At least Johnny’s got his jeans jacket. You ought to know better than to run away in just a sweat shirt, and a wet one at that. Don’t you ever use your head?”

“Here. The gun’s loaded. For Pete’s sake, Johnny, don’t point the thing at me. Here’s fifty bucks. That’s all I could get out of Merril tonight. He’s blowin’ his loot from that last race.”

“Pony, do Darry and Sodapop know about this?”

“Boy howdy, I ain’t itchin’ to be the one to tell Darry and get my head busted.”

“Here! It’s Bucks—you an’ him ain’t exactly the same size, but it’s dry. It’ll get cold where you’re going, but you can’t risk being loaded down with blankets.”

“Hop the three-fifteen freight to Windrixville. There’s an old abandoned church on top of Jay Mountain. There’s a pump in back so don’t worry about water. Buy a week’s supply of food as soon as you get there—this morning, before the story gets out, and then don’t so much as stick your noses out the door. I’ll be up there as soon as I think it’s clear. Man, I thought New York was the only place I could get mixed up in a murder rap.”

“Git goin’! Take care kid.”

“Glory. He looks different with his hair like that.”

“Hey, Ponyboy! Or should I say Sleeping Beauty?”

“Hold on, kid. I can’t answer everything at once. You two want to go get something to eat first? I skipped breakfast and I’m about starved.”

“Yep. Gotta cancer stick, Johnnycake?”

“The fuzz won’t be lookin’ for you around here. They think you’ve lit out for Texas. I’ve got Buck’s T-bird parked down the road a little way. Goshamighty, boys, ain’t you been eatin’ anything?”

“You’re both pale and you’ve lost weight. After this, get out in the sun more. You look like you’ve been through the mill.”

“Hey, Ponyboy. I gotta letter for you.”

“The President, of course, stupid. It’s from Soda.”

“He came over to Buck’s a couple of days ago for something and found that sweat shirt. I told him I didn’t know where you were, but he didn’t believe me. He gave me this letter and half his pay check to give you. Kid, you ought to see Darry. He’s takin’ this mighty hard…”

“Shoot, kid, them boys at the station know me by now. I get hauled in for everything that happens in our turf. While I was there I kinda let it slip that y’all were headin’ for Texas. So that’s where they’re lookin’.”

“Sure can. But don’t you kids get to pickin’ up my bad vocabulary.”

“Kid, I swear it don’t look like you with your hair all cut off. It used to look tuff. You and Soda had the coolest-lookin’ hair in town.”

“Do y’all want somethin’ to eat or not?”

“Well, I’ll give you a ride for your money.”

“Glory. You don’t need to make like every mouthful’s your last. I got plenty of money. Take it easy, I don’t want you gettin’ sick on me. And I thought I was hungry!”

“I didn’t tell y’all something. The Socs and us are having all-out warfare all over the city. That kid you killed had plenty of friends and all over town it’s Soc against grease. We can’t walk alone at all. I started carryin’ a heater.”

“Ya kill ‘em with switchblades, too, don’t ya, kid? Don’t worry, it ain’t loaded. I ain’t aimin’ to get picked up for murder. But it sure does help a bluff. Tim Shepard’s gang and our outfit are havin’ it out with the Socs tomorrow night at the vacant lot. We got hold of the president of one of their social clubs and had a war council. Yeah, just like the good old days. If they win, things go on as usual. If we do, they stay outa our territory but good. Two-Bit got jumped a few days ago. Darry and me came along in time, but he wasn’t havin’ too much trouble. Two-Bit’s a good fighter. Hey, I didn’t tell you we got us a spy.”

“That good-lookin’ broad I tried to pick up that night you killed the Soc. The redhead, Cherry what’s-her-name.”

“Yeah. She came over to the vacant lot the night Two-Bit was jumped. Shepard and some of his outfit and us were hanging around there when she drives up in her little ol’ Sting Ray. That took a lot of nerve. Some of us was for jumping her then and there, her bein’ the dead kid’s girl and all, but Two-Bit stopped us. Man, next time I want a broad I’ll pick up my own kind.”

“She said she felt that the whole mess was her fault, which it is, and that she’d keep up with what was comin’ off with the Socs in the rumble and would testify that the Socs were drunk and looking for a fight and that you fought back in self-defense. That little gal sure does hate me. I offered to take her over to The Dingo for a Coke and she said ‘No thank you’ and told me where I could go in very polite terms.”

“Man, this place is out of it. What do they do for kicks around here, play checkers? I ain’t never been in the country before. Have you two?”

“I got a cousin that lives around here somewheres. Tipped me off that it’d make a tuff hide-out in case of something. Hey, Ponyboy, I heard you was the best shot in the family.”

“That was a good idea, I mean cuttin’ your hair and bleachin’ it. They printed your descriptions in the paper but you sure wouldn’t fit ‘em now.”


“You sure you want to go back? Us greasers get it worse than anyone else.”

“The boys are worried. Two-Bit was going to Texas to hunt for you.”

“No, they didn’t. Blast it, Johnny, what do they matter? Shoot, my old man don’t give a hang whether I’m in jail or dead in a car or drunk in the gutter. That’d don’t bother me none.”

“Blast it, Johnny. Why didn’t you think of turning yourself in five days ago? It would have saved a lot of trouble.”

“Johnny. Johnny, I ain’t mad at you. I just don’t want you to get hurt. You don’t know what a few months in jail can do to you. Oh, blast it, Johnny. You get hardened in jail. I don’t want that to happen to you. Like it happened to me…”

“Oh, glory!”

“What for? Get back in here before I beat your head in.”

“For Pete’s sake, get outa there! The roof’s gonna cave in any minute. Forget those blasted kids!”

“Man, am I glad to see you! Those —— hospital people won’t let me smoke, and I want out!”

“Shepard came by to see me awhile ago.”

“Said he saw my picture in the paper and couldn’t believe it didn’t have ‘Wanted Dead or Alive’ under it. He mostly came to rub it in about the rumble. Man, I hate not bein’ in that.”

“Kid, you scared the devil outa me the other day. I thought I’d killed you.”

“When you jumped out of the church. I meant to hit you just hard enough to knock you down and put out the fire, but when you dropped like a ton of lead I thought I’d aimed too high and broke your neck. I’m glad I didn’t, though.”

“Uh…how’s the kid?”

“Two-Bit, you still got that fancy black-handled switch?”

“Give it here.”

“We gotta win that fight tonight. We gotta get even with the Socs. For Johnny.”

“Hold up! Hold it!”

“I was. I ain’t now.”

“Talked the nurse into it with Two-Bit’s switch. Don’t you know a rumble ain’t a rumble unless I’m in it?”

“Come on! We’re goin’ to see Johnny.”

“Hurry! He was gettin’ worse when I left. He wants to see you.”

“Look sick. I’ll say I’m taking you to the hospital, which’ll be truth enough.”

“The kid—he fell over on his motorcycle and I’m takin’ him to the hospital.”

“How would I know if he’s bad or not? I ain’t no doc. Yeah, we could use an escort.”


“I was crazy, you know that, kid? Crazy for wantin’ Johnny to stay outa trouble, for not wantin’ him to get hard. If he’d been like me he’d never have been in this mess. If he’d got smart like me he’d never have run into that church. That’s what you get for helpin’ people. Editorials in the paper and a lot of trouble…You’d better wise up, Pony…you get tough like me and you don’t get hurt. You look out for yourself and nothin’ can touch you…”


“We gotta see him. We’re gonna see him and if you give me any static you’ll end up on your own operatin’ table.”

“Johnnycake? Johnny?”

“We won. We beat the Socs. We stomped them—chased them outa our territory.”

“They’re still writing editorials about you in the paper. For being a hero an all. Yeah, they’re calling you a hero now and heroizin’ all the greasers. We’re all proud of you, buddy.”

“Never could keep that hair back…that’s what you get for tryin’ to help people, you little punk, that’s what you get…”

“Damnit, Johnny…Oh, damnit, Johnny, don’t die, please don’t die.”

anonymous asked:

Have you noticed how unusually ACTIVE Aomine always gets when it comes to Kise? How he goes practically out of his way for/because of Kise? He throws that ball on Kise's head, he punches Haizaki to protect him (after having met with Kise first, as we all know he did - what for? to check on Kise because he was worried for him?), not to mention how he always takes Kise's food and teases him. He even mentions Kise when giving Kagami the shoes. I tell you, Aomine's infatuation with Kise is so canon!

Weru weru of course I’m aware of this sshhh If you read enough shoujo manga in your life, these two are practically over the top like a damn shoujo manga couple itself slkajsdlaskjd

Not to mention that their first meeting itself starts with Aominecchi throwing a ball to Kise’s head and it’s the same tactic that he used to pick up girls before shshsh He even recognized Kise the first time they met, and considering that Aominecchi can’t even remember that Midorima was in the same class as him, that speaks volume of how much attention he has on Kise, mmkay?!~~ And and Midorima said that it is rare for Aomine to remember names in one of the flashbacks, but Aomine does remember Kise’s name (and most likely his face too) when they mentioned about him just joining the basuke club shshsh

Or during that time when he arrives earlier to the match, already warmed up and ready to play in the Touou/Kaijou match because he was going to play with Kise after a while and there’s no way he’s going to be late if he is going against Kise ;; v ;;

Or that time when he smiles to himself because Kise has gotten so strong and it excites him so much, and then when Kise lost to him, AOminecchi was not even happy with his win, and judging from previous matches, he had the tendency to taunt the opponent who lost to him, but with Kise, AOminecchi was being especially careful because he doesn’t want to say unnecessary things to Kise and worsens their condition anymore.

Also not to mention that even AOminecchi felt the pressure from the match against Kise mmkay?~

It was not because of the possibility of Kise copying him, it was most likely because that at the end of the match, one of them is going to lose to the other and for once, they have to accept the reality that they’re not in the same team anymore, and there’s no more things like swinging arms on each other shoulder ;;A;;

Plus with the fact that Kise was going to quit admiring him, and Aominecchi is probably used to having Kise following him from behind, only that when glanced at his back again, Kise is no longer following him hnghhh But he’s at Aominecchi’s side so it’s okay now. 

Putting the rest under the ‘read more’ cut because this is getting long uwu

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"You Aren't Ruined" One Sho

Author: Abby (amorluzymelodia)

Summary: Imagine TFW finding out you were sexually abused and at first being really mad but then helping you through it

Warnings: sexual abuse/rape, physical abuse, cursing,

Word Count: 5595

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You’d known the Winchester’s for years. John and your father hunted together on occasion, throwing you and the boys on Bobby or in a sketchy motel room for weeks at a time. Though you were a few years younger than Sam, he and Dean became your brothers. Dean taught you how to make your own sawn-off and throw knives on target and Sam gave you book after book, defining difficult words and talking about theme and plot points late into the night. Bobby took you all to the park and let you watch old movies when you were supposed to be training. John and your dad became friends and started going on hunts more and more, which was fine with you. Any time spent away from your dad was a gift.

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True Story: Racism at its Worst. A Response at it's Finest.

I was in an elevator inside an indoor golfing place where I stood next to three older Korean gentlemen. As the elevator ascended, I could feel the stares of the three gentleman on the back of my neck. For some odd reason, from a single glance, they assumed I wasn’t Korean and so they started to talk about me.

“God, there are so many Chinese people coming into this Golf course.”

“ Why is this one so big, he looks like one of those chinks that come through just to mess around and trash the place.”

Now if you know me, I’m not a quiet person when it comes to acts of racism even if it’s not “really” directed towards my ethnicity. But, they were old, so I cooled off on my temper and let them continue with their conversation. I was getting off soon anyways.

As we continued to go up, the elevator stopped, and a large African-American man in a suit came in with a brief case. Seemed like he came here for a meeting of some sort. The moment the elevator doors closed, you guessed it, the old men went on with their racial commentary about the man in the suit.

“Oh my God look how dark this man is.”

“I know why is he so dark? He looks weird.”

“I wonder what he’s doing here. I hate it when black people come into our area. ”

As you may or may not know, I grew up in a predominately Black neighborhood so my blood started to boil. As I clenched my fist and slowly turned to say something, I was caught off guard by something completely unexpected. The elevator stopped, the large gentleman turned around, looked towards the three old men and said in KOREAN:

“ Excuse me. I stood here and listened to everything that you said, and I am sorry that the color of my skin offends you.”

The man walked out the elevator, turned around right before the elevator door closed , and bowed.


That's Not How the Return Policy Works...

A couple of weeks ago I had a customer come in about 20 minutes after we opened with a plastic bag…

*Customer puts the bag on the counter and stares at me*

Me: Hey! Got some trades for me?

Customer: No. I’m returning this PS3. I want my money back. It sucks.

Me: Ok, sorry you feel that way.

*I pull out the receipt from the bag*

Me: Uh, unfortunately, it’s already been three weeks since you purchased it. The return policy is only good for one week.

Customer: I was told I have a month.

Me: You have a month to exchange it out for another of the same model if there’s something wrong with the original one you purchased through us…

Customer: No. I’m returning this! I was told by the guy I bought it from that I could return it in a month if I didn’t like it!

*I look at the receipt again and see I was the one who sold it to him*

Me: Yeah, I actually was the one that sold it to you, and I would never say that. It just isn’t our policy.

*He snatches the receipt from my hand and flips it around and points to the return policy*

Customer: What does that say right there?!

Me: That says you have 7 days to return it for a full refund…

Customer: Oh, my god! This is unbelievable! Can I speak with a manager?!

Me: I’m the only manager on duty at the moment, and if another was here they would say the same thing.

Customer: This is bullshit! I demand you return this for me!

Me: I mean, the best I could do is trade it in for you. It already went past the 7 days, three times. 

Customer: Wow. I guess then. Let’s just trade it in. You guys doing good? Making a bunch of money, robbing people?

*I do my best not to call the guy an asshole and kick him out of my store. I start to pull out a 160 gb slim PS3, the power cable and two off-brand wired controllers.*

Me: Yeah… do you happen to have the Sony brand controller that came with it?

Customer: No, you guys do.

Me: What do you mean?

Customer: I traded it in last week.

Me: Gotcha. I unfortunately need a Sony controller to go with it to even take it in.

*Guy starts freaking out*


Me: That’s ours now. I would need one with this system in order to take it.


Me: That controller is not a part of this transaction. You traded it in last week. That’s ours now. I need one other than that one to take your system in for trade.

Customer: Why won’t these work? 

*Points to the two wired controllers*

Me: Whatever were to come with a new PS3, is what we would need to take in a pre-owned one. So, the system itself, the Sony controller, the charge cable for the controller, the power cable and the AV or HDMI cable.

Customer: I don’t even have the AV cables. It didn’t come with one when I purchased it.

Me: It had to of had either the AV cables or an HDMI cable. We don’t take them in without one. So, we wouldn’t have sold one without one.

Customer: Well, I don’t have them.

Me: What did you use to connect it to your tv?

Customer: I have an HDMI cable.

Me: Ok, well, we would either need that or you can purchase these universal cables we have for $17.99.


Me: Yeah, I understand that, but we still need one for the system.

Customer: Jesus Christ! You rip off all of your customers?!

Me: Sir, I’m not trying to rip anyone off, I’m just doing my job.

Customer: Yeah, doing it well, too. You get commission on your sales?

Me: *Nervous chuckle* No.

Customer: Yeah, ok. So, what? I’m just screwed then? 

Me: Like I said, you can bring it all back with an HDMI cable or you can purchase the AV cables we sell. And we still would need a Sony controller.

Customer: Fuck. Ok, I’ll go get the HDMI cable. I can just buy a used Sony controller, right?

Me: Sure, but… Do you have our Power Up Card?

Customer: No

Me: Ok, in that case the controller would be $44.99, and you’re only gonna get $35 in cash for the system.

And I had never seen a 30 year old man stomp off faster than that in my life.
We’re also RIGHT next-door to a used movies/game/cd place and I watched him head in there.
I knew they wouldn’t take it either. Lol
And then, after about 15 minutes, he popped back in just to say “Fuck you” to me. 
It was quite the experience. 

Stripped Stakes

Title: Stripped Stakes

Pairing: Reader x Dean

Word Count: 1,304

Theme Song: Caramel by Suzanne Vega

Request: Can you do an imagine where the reader and Dean play strip poker and end up making out in the end?

A/N: Eek! This is the sauciest I’ve gotten on here! Haha. That’s all. Just wanted to put a little disclaimer up since I haven’t done much sexy time stuff writing. ;)

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Your name: submit What is this?


Placing your computer in the center of the table, you put your Pandora on a mixed station and readied yourself, looking between Sam and Dean who were already seated.

“Don’t worry, Y/N. We’ll go easy on you,” Dean smirked. “Now everyone ante up.” Poker was a little different in the bunker. You three didn’t deal with money so much so the pot ended up being a mish-mash of things like laundry duty and driving shifts on the next case, so you had a supply of paper ready and each of you had a pen to write IOUs on. Once everyone had chipped in, Dean started dealing out cards.

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apotatowithpersonality  asked:

If prompts are still open, then Bill using really cheesy geometry pick up lines on Dip dop

I have had horrific writer’s block lately, and while this prompt is a bit old, but I always keep the prompts I get, in case I have a moment of inspiration.

I had a moment. It’s a bit ridiculous, but hey, cheesy pick up lines are always fun! My apologies.


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Exo reaction when they see their daughter in bed with her boyfriend

Sehun: I think it’s time for us to talk.

Kai: I would feel more comfortable if you two would leave the door open and maybe he will stop clinging to you like that.

Tao: Oh quit with the drama sweety, you would thank me one day. I was young once and I know what they all think when they are in bed with a girl.

Kyungsoo:*gif talks for himself*

Chanyeol: I called you  my son and this is how you repay me back?

Chen: Read my lips kido when I say this: being in the same bed with my baby girl it’s a NO NO NO NO.

Baekhyun: You’ll be surprised to find out how many things can happen in a bed. I made you sweety in that bed.

Lay: Ah really, you weren’t doing anything? then why is your shirt off?

Suho: So you two were just sitting there right?then maybe I should go in this case…..

Kris: Well aren’t you gonna get off her now or do you prefer sitting like that while I talk?

Luhan:*mocking what his daughter told him*” We weren’t doing anything dad, stop being such an old man and leave”…

Xiumin: Kido I wasn’t born yesterday like you were. Off  the bed now!

I’ll probably lose followers for this but some of you aren’t realizing that your TC’s pursuing you aren’t men in love, they’re disgusting pedophiles. I know you don’t want to think of it that way but I get extreme anxiety reading about some situations. A 40 year old man shouldn’t like a 15 year old girl. The dynamic there is so off!

You may not realize it now, but when you’re 14/15/16 years old, you aren’t as grown up as you think. I’m 18 now and still consider myself a child. It’s just wrong in my eyes. If a man that old can’t find a woman around his age, there’s something wrong with him.

And yes, this is after I’ve given this so much thought. Age gaps are nothing to fetishize. They’re just weird in some cases. [keyword: SOME]

Edit: YOUR FEELINGS ARE VERY VALID. You can’t control who you like! I’m talking about the old men who actually act on their feelings before you’re of legal age. It’s not right.

varevare  asked:

psst can I prompt, DamiTim, maybe, with Damian trying to get Tim a proper christmas gift?

Title: My True Love Gave To Me (Part 2)
Characters: Damian Wayne, Tim Drake, (background Clark Kent, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Alfred Pennyworth)
Pairing: future?timdami, implied superbat
A/N: I don’t think I mentioned it in the first part, so I’ll fix that in a minute, but Damian’s like…I dunno, 19/21 in this story. Clark ships these two apparently, and wants to help them get together/be happy. I honestly didn’t mean for that to happen. The boys had their own little gift exchange, and will have one with Bruce and Clark and everyone else in a few days. Along with the books, Damian also got Jason some old/antique guns. Uh…I can’t really  give you a reason as to why Clark was at the manor and Bruce isn’t. Let’s just say he’s in the shower or something.

(Part one was requiemfordamian’s prompt and is right here!)


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