go tube

Co-managing as Head Boy and Head Girl is a give and take. You have to pick your battles. One of the battles that I picked was to stop James from running plastic tubes all over the common room and placing hamsters inside of them. He was going to call it Tube City. So, yes, I do owe him one.
—  Lily Evans
Saying Things

Peter Parker x Reader

So this is for the precious, most adorable person @dej-okay because she deserves only good things.

Summary: You’d lost count of how many times you’d thought of kissing him. You had never let yourself imagine that maybe, he thought of it, too.

“Or how badly I’ve wanted you like this,” and he didn’t have to explain what he meant…”

Warnings: None. Just A LOT OF FLUFF AND CHEDDAR CHEESE. Words: 3.6k


“Parker,” you cautioned as he not-so-gingerly picked up the beaker that was mostly full of blue liquid that resembled and even smelt a little like Windex, shaky hands bringing it over to your side of the lab table, mixture sloshing around the insides, goggles beginning to steam up around his eyes from how heavily he was breathing, tiny rogue hairs from fallen waves at his forehead fluttering as warm puffs of air escaped from the spaces between funny eye wear.

It had taken the two of you nearly half an hour to mix the contents in said beaker just right, waiting for the telltale appearance of that crystal blue to color the glass and signal the correct chemical change.

You’d both laughed excitedly as you’d watched with anxious eyes, two pairs of goggles level with the table; forgetting that you were still holding glass tubes and going in for a high five, catching yourself with a sheepish expression just in time. He’d offered an air five instead.

“Peter, carefully,” you urged when the clumsy boy caught a sneakered foot on the corner of the table, neon blue peeking at the edge of its container as it swayed inside, nearly raining down on top of the shiny black below it.

“I know, I know, I’ve got this,” a tiny smirk following his words, and you found yourself believing him despite the sound of glass clanking together as he began pouring that blue liquid into the compound you’d just finished mixing up. The puffs of air fogging up both of your goggles stopped as blue hit green and you held your breaths, the whole feel of him changing when that red precipitate formed in uneven clumps at the bottom of the beaker. Bubbly laughter spilled from his lips in a rush of air as the tension released from his lungs and the smile that lit up the whole of his face kept you from doing the same, kept you from breathing, and you weren’t sure if you would ever be able to bring yourself to draw air into tingling lungs again if he were going to smile like that around you, at you.

Because he was looking at you with the sun in his eyes and happiness making up the whole of his features in a way that warmed your heart entirely and made your body feel sluggish and uneven like the mess of chemicals in that beaker. The longer you looked, the more aware you became of how the color of your cheeks must match the color of that clump, and oh, but his eyes were glowing, and you were glowing, and his lips were pink and stretched prettily across white, mostly-even teeth in that charming way that only his lips could.

And that was the first time you realized that Peter Parker was someone that you could kiss. Peter Parker was someone you wanted to be kissing.

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“She should cut her nails” - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Summary : The men of the Justice League tease Batman about the scratches on his back, and the love bites on his chest…Bruce is not amused.

Just a silly fic cause why not. Wrote it in literally fifteen minutes because I was bored, and didn’t proofread (as usual really) so it’s quite meh, hope you’ll still like it though :

(My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com)

I wrote some sort of part two to this, it’s here if you’re interested : “Bruce…sucks !”

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Bruce could feel their gaze on his back. He knew they were smiling like idiots behind him, and he heard them giggle a few times, like goddamned teenagers.

He finally turned around to face his fellow Justice League members, that had been staring at him for the past hour. They were in the men shower room of the headquarter, and the fact that they were all half-dressed made them look even more ridiculous, with their idiotic smile on their faces.

Hell, even J’onn was snickering with them ! Bruce would expect from Clark, Oliver, Barry and maybe Arthur to laugh like nitwits, but J’onn ? He thought he was better than this.

And yet, here he was, grinning at the Batman like a moron.

-What ?

Bruce asked a bit coldly, even though he already knew what was going on.

Clark answered, a sly smile on his stupid handsome face :

-We were just wondering…When did you got those scratches on your back ? Like, which villain inflicted you such terrible wounds ?

Bruce rolled his eyes. By now, Barry and Oliver couldn’t hold their laughter, though the look the Bat gave them stopped them cold in their track. Damn that man could be intimidating, even for them…Bruce, glaring at them, went on :

-Are you guys fifteen ?

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Not a dead mall: Ski Dubai, opened 2005. Part of the Mall of the Emirates. 

So this place gets really good reviews on TripAdvisor but… it looks so artificial and creepy to me. I grew up around tons of snow though, so maybe this has a lot more appeal to those who live in places like Dubai that never get any snow. 

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today’s Lala&Mon-chan

Mon-chan liks massage❤︎
Lala like tubing!

今宵のララモン。
モンちゃん、お腹マッサージ結構させてくれました。
ララたんは相変わらず筒GO大好き。

頼んでないけどいいところに
フレームインしてくるララたん。笑



#hedgehog #lalamon #ララモン #cute #love #ハリ部 #ふわもこ部 #animals #お腹マッサージ #筒GO #tubing

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red through me

belated birthday ficlet for @nicaforov​, who requested “i want to kiss you” for kic-verse viktuuri :) hope u like it i lov u long time!!! 

There are several things Victor could have said.

He could have said, “That color suits you.”

Or perhaps something that makes conversation, something like, “Nice, what will you wear with that?”

Or maybe even just, “You look really good, wow, amazing,” and he could have left it at that.

Victor has several options here, but the one he chooses is apparently the big red button in the corner of his mind labelled ‘DO NOT TOUCH—PRESS FOR REGRETS’ because here he is, reaching up to skim the back of his knuckle against the freshly applied lipstick on Yuuri’s mouth and blurting out,

“I want to kiss you.”

Yuuri freezes. Victor’s mind short-circuits.

(From the corner of his eye, he can see a pair of interns entering the HMC closet and then immediately exiting when the words leave his mouth.)

No one moves for so long that the motion detector sensors prompt the lights to turn off, plunging them in darkness and surrounding them in shapeless racks of clothing.

And that’s, well. That does it for Victor. His hand jerks erratically, flying to the scarf around his neck as if to readjust it, as if it weren’t hanging perfectly already. The lights turn on, and Victor gets a quick glimpse of Yuuri staring at him with wide eyes and parted lips—full, dripping red, utterly kissable, completely untouchable—before he screws his eyes shut.

Darkness again, so that maybe Yuuri can leave before he continues to make a fool of himself.

Breathing through his nose, he counts a full three Mississippi’s before saying quietly, “Please excuse my words. They were hardly appropriate, and I understand if you’d prefer to take your leave for the rest of the day, or the week, even, and you’d be fully compensated for—“

He cuts himself off when he feels something soft brush against his lips.

This time, he’s quick to react. He presses forward, pushing their mouths together again. And again. He cups Yuuri’s jaw, traces a thumb back and forth on his jawline. A hand slips into his hair and pulls, not that hard but enough to make him gasp a bit, and then a tongue is slipping into his mouth.

Victor’s not sure if his mind has short-circuited again, or if maybe it never recovered from earlier. All he knows, all he feels, is Yuuri—licking into his mouth, pushing him against the shelf of handbags behind him, slipping a hand underneath his shirt to press hotly on the muscle of his abdomen.

There are small details, too, that he registers faintly. Like the sound of a tube of lipstick dropping to the floor and rolling away, and how Yuuri tastes like coffee but smells like tea, and also how he’s relieved microfiber doesn’t wrinkle.

He says that last part out loud probably, while Yuuri has ducked down to mouth at his neck, because suddenly Yuuri’s pulling away to give him a look of utter disbelief. His lips are wet, lightly bruised from kissing, and covered in a messy smear of Dior Rouge around his mouth.

Victor’s sure he looks the same, but he laughs anyway. “You look incredible.”

Yuuri blushes, but his mouth twitches. Victor wants to paint him in every shade of red imaginable.  “You have never looked better,” he says, smiling and serious.

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Working desk job means exactly this: apartment, tube, workplace, tube, apartment. It’s hard to find sunlight anymore, but he doesn’t think he minds: maybe he’s already used to this. It’s been longer than he cares to remember. 

He spends about two hours a day on the tube - not much compared to the amount of time he spends in his booth at work, but he doesn’t really register those eight hours. It’s like his mind switches itself off the moment he arrives to work and leaves him running on muscle memory alone. Time operates the same way when he’s at home, so by now maybe he’s only really conscious during the two hours on the tube. 

[…]

Sometimes he stays back on the tube past his stop. Sometimes until it reaches the end of the line. Sometimes he takes the tube with the intention of going somewhere specific, but then just sits there as his destination flies past him into the dark tunnel he’s just passed. Sometimes he goes down into the stop, just to hear the quiet again. 

Sometimes he sees maintenance doors somewhere in the tunnels, and for no reason he keeps their locations in mind. 

[…]

Sometimes the tube takes a turn that he doesn’t recognize, and he feels his heart beating faster all of a sudden. He would stare at the railway through the window pane, counting the seconds, until the tube runs past a corner he knows, or until he reaches his destination. Those moments still happen to him after two years of taking the tube to go… anywhere, really. He thinks he has the whole map learned by heart by now, but the underground keeps proving him wrong. 

[…]

There’s a community online for tube dwellers. He doesn’t know any of the dozen of members, online or offline, but he has come by some of them on other forums before. They don’t seem to be of any particular profile: there are men, there are women, ranged from 20 to maybe older than 50. The posts are few and far between, but some of them detail everything reachable by the tube. There are things even he doesn’t know. 

He screenshots some of the posts and keeps the photos in a separate folder, for no particular reason. 

The community hasn’t had a new activity for about three months by now. The members call themselves Rats. He checks through some of their personal pages on that site; the ones he checks have all been abandoned. 

Maybe they’re tired of the lack of sunlight in the tube, he thinks on the way to work. The tube sways and trembles quietly, its hum fills the air. Humans aren’t made for the underground afterall. 

concept of something vaguely formed in my head. I call it Rats of Spice City. 

4. “So we’re stuck with each other?”

    guys i never wanna ask much of you but pls give me some feedback bc i am super nervous about this fic idk why pls

words: 13k

warning: this will make u sad :( bc sad and scared Dan Howell

Summary: “Straight Guy Worries He’s Being Homophobic To Gay Roommate, Realizes He’s Fallen In Love With Him.”

      “You want to what?”

Dan chomped down on his crisps and held a finger up. His friend stared back at him and waited a bit impatiently for him to swallow.

“Move out.” Dan chewed another chip. “And get a roommate.” Dan said after swallowing.

Caspar was quiet before bursting into laughter which surprised Dan.

“What?”

“You’re scared of people, buddy.”

Dan stuck the finger up as he ate the rest of his chips. He thought about what Caspar said and rolled his eyes. He wasn’t scared of people…. he didn’t like people he didn’t know or feel comfortable with.

Didn’t that damn Pineapple Boy know the difference?

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Always be prepared .

Great things can come in small packages like what you can stash in a Go -tube

 Contents dry after 2 hour submergence test include in the larger CF version, Latherman style multi tool , Silva SERE compass ,ferro rod toggle , handmade spark fire wheel wrapped in jute cordage and heat shrink  , mini MK3 double sided cyflect location marker and x3 tinder paper circles .

 Smaller mini go -tube has x6 10 hour mini chem -lights , micro ferro rod with needle in gutted 550 cord sheath , x2 tinder paper circles , x2 surgical steel blade wrapped in flamable brown waxed paper .

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20mm Cannon Stash .

 Pimped up recycled 1940′S WW2 UK made brass 20mm cannon shell casing converted into a stash container .

 The brass casing was etched /brass blacked and then stonewashed perhaps better suited for stashing rather than shinny brass .

 The friction fit end cap was salvaged from a used Cyalume SOS light stick holder with technora 600 friction saw capable lanyard and kirinite starlight star bead , but it also happens to fit the silicone / rubber end caps from Oscar Delta Go tubes .

 I was quite surprised how much small gear I could stash inside including a mini Leatherman tool ,custom micro LED flashlight , tinder wrapped spark wheel fire fuse and ceramic blade , x6 tinder paper circles , tungsten striker and a brass SERE compass .

Also managed to stash x2 10 hour mini chem-lights ,a fire steel toggle, mini fishing kit and a Oscar Delta cuff key / bobby pin .

 Custom knives , sheaths and gear from rtknives@hotmail.com

Big Brother

Prompt: Combines 3 of them: Dick Grayson’s biological little sister, oneshot where reader is part of the batfam and when she get’s her first bf the boys get really protective and edgy, Batfam sister with a crush on Wally West

Words: 674


You can feel their eyes on you as you slip on your flats. “I don’t get why you guys are so edgy about this.”

Jason just scowls, “Men are evil creatures who only want one thing.”

You smirk, “Last time I checked, all of you were men.”

“Exactly, how do you think we know?” Dick adds.

“Look at Bruce!” Tim points out

You want to laugh, but you don’t. You know it would just hurt their egos, and they’re already stressed out enough. You turn to Dick, “Wally is your best friend.”

Dick shakes his head, “Not anymore. He broke the bro-code. He’s dating my baby sister.”

You roll your eyes. “You’re older by two minutes Dick, that doesn’t mean you get to dictate who I date. And we’ve known Wally since we were eight.”

The sound of the zeta tube alerts you to the fact that Wally has arrived. He come through with a bouquet of daffodils, and there’s the slightest hint of a blush on his cheeks. You smile as you walk toward him. Two steps in you realize your brothers are walking with you. You stop, and look at them, ”I’m eighteen, and perfectly capable of walking by myself. In fact I’ve been doing it since before I was a year old.”

They stop, as you move forward. You smile as you take the flowers, “They’re beautiful, thank you.”

He smiles and rubs the back of his head, “I know they’re your favorite.”

“I’m going to run up the stairs and put these in water, do you want to come with me?”

He looks around you at your brothers and shakes his head, “Nah, I’ll be all right down here.” Then he leans in and whispers, “I have to get it over at some point.”

You just smile and move up the stairs. A moment later Dick appears beside you, “If he hurts you I’m going to have to kill him you realize.”

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re just a tiny bit overprotective.”

He smiles, “You, every day since Bruce adopted us.”

“You’re my only living blood. We were born moments apart, and we’ve never been apart for longer than a few weeks. We learned to fly together, we learned to fight together, we found our family together.”

You nod, “I know, that family is currently downstairs interrogating my new boyfriend.”

“I don’t want to see you hurt.”

“Wally would never intentionally hurt me. We both know that. Maybe it doesn’t work out, and maybe it does. Either way we both feel something and we’d like a chance to explore it.”

Dick stares at you for a second, “No PDA in front of me, and I still claim him for our guys night.”

You hug your big brother, “Fair enough. You okay now?”

“Yeah,” he nods, “Go save your boyfriend, and have fun, just not too much fun.”

You just smile. You walk in on your three younger brothers surrounding your boyfriend. You break through their circle, grab Wally’s hand and the two of you go through the Zeta tube. You come out on the other side smiling, and Wally’s arm wraps around your waist.

“Well that was fun,” he states, as the two of you go walking down the sidewalk

You look up at him, “I don’t see any bruises or anything, so I’m assuming they were nice.”

Wally just shrugs, “Lord only knows what they’d do if they found out we’d been dating for over a year.”

You agree, “It was so much easier before Bruce found out. Know it all detective.”

Wally pulls you in a bit tighter, and kisses your cheek, “At least he didn’t rat us out. Now, let’s go get dinner!”

You laugh, “Yes, you haven’t eaten in over an hour, you must be famished.”

Wally pulls you in for a kiss “That’s why I love you. You understand me.”

“You love me?”

He smiles, and leans his forehead against you, “Yes, I love you.”

You smile, “Good, because I love you too.”

“Come over here and get some healing.” 

Soldier 76 hands me a juice box and a tube of Go-Gurt. I am a robot and am incapable of consuming any sort of food, but the fact that he cared enough to try heals me anyway.

Later, Genji asks me for healing. I throw the juice box at his head, and the way it explodes when it hits him is satisfying. Once again, my systems are made whole.

Shtpost #1

[some content pasted from a hangouts message] 


You know what my aesthetic is? Chanyeol laughing so hard his right eye twitches and squints a little bit and he does that seal clap and his teeth just look like they’re about to fly off his face and he kinda sounds like a dying goose and then when he can’t control himself anymore he hits the person beside him like really hard and I literally won’t be surprised if he pulls a Dan one day and falls off his chair-

And also, do you know that feeling when you’re hanging out with someone you usually are pretty comfortable around but then on that specific day you just get really awkward and can’t make eye contact? Well, this:

I’m digging up all this treasure of CB in the past please just UNDERSTAND. Tomorrow I’m going snow tubing with my family and I was watching a video of EXO’rDIUM where Baekhyun and Chanyeol were derping off to Run with e/o and I just thought of how lucky they both are to have each other and be able to know each other because THEY’RE WILDTING SOULMATES DON’T ARGUE WITH ME.


UGH and the friendly thigh support there? Absolutely. Friendly. mhm yes some BEST FRIEND crap right there my bois being supportive of each other and each other’s wild ambitions yes yes. 

AND Another thing is how… aeSThetic they both are??? I just can’t believe I’m in the same era as them because I’m blessed. None of these gifs really have any other connection besides the fact that their appreciation and unconditional love (and unspoken respect) for each other is so beautiful and I love them so much I’m so glad I ranted I feel like a deflated balloon but like a really happy deflated balloon ya know what I mean? They’re real people. They’re physically there. I can see them and I can see their emotions and their actions and they definitely have thoughts that we might not see and that’s what’s so nice about stanning EXO in general UGH I’m going on forever about them because they’re just so precious and I love all of them so much it hurts me


Anyways, if you’re having a bad day and want to destress:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=spdTvSvCCcg

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sPLxhnBVRjU

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cIvSdI7iZjc

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y2cN1GFvY2M

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7QP5TcbI5nY

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-mmkpcL5HpU

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6wmX5h4V_Rs


Have a great day, everyone! 🔥💛

|A Theory part 5|

GROUP: GOT7

GENRE: Angst, Smut, Pure unadulterated nonsense

LENGTH: 4.2K

A/N: I am so so so sorry for how long this took for me to get out. I really hope you guys like it. Now, I since already gifted the Jackson stans, I believe the eldest hyung and the leader deserve some love too, yes?

Originally posted by got7official

Originally posted by msmichellec

GIFS ARE NOT MINE


“Dress sexy” .

Jackson’s husky words echoed in my mind as I washed my body, making sure to shave, exfoliate and almost everything else in the book I could think of. I touched my skin making sure it was silky smooth to the touch before turning off the water and stepping out. The steam enveloped the room, making it a foggy maze to the door. I grabbed the dark colored towel off of the rack, wrapping the fluffy thick cotton around my body before I left the humid room, relishing in the cold air hitting my wet skin when I opened the door and stepped out into my room. In my immediate line of sight, I could see a broad back and shoulders going through my closet, carefully inspecting each article of clothing before pushing it aside and moving onto the next.

“I like the red” I heard his low, smooth voice speak as he inspected a dress I wore once to some high end fashion party Bambam dragged me to.

“It suits you” he mused.

That deep, melodic and smooth voice belonged to only one person. But how and when did he get in my room? How long was I in the shower for? It couldn’t have been that long, could it? My mind was swirling with the bombardment of questions assaulting my conscious, the most prominent one being what the hell was going on.

“Jaebum?” At the call of his name he took his attention away from the dress and turned to me.

I could fully see how he was dressed now, a simple white button up, buttoned up to his elbows with black slacks on. It was simple, but with his accessories of the silver earrings and simple chain, adorning his neck, he made it gorgeous. Giving me a once over, his lips spread into a gorgeous breathtaking smile. He kept his hand on the smooth, silky fabric of the dress as he addressed me.

“Evening baby girl” he said in a smooth, polite voice.

The initial shock of Im Jaebum in my room, while I was naked no less, was staggering and highly difficult to get over to say the absolute least. He raised an eyebrow at my silence and I could see the smug glint in his eye. He was breath taking, it was almost impossible for me to take my eyes off of him. His dark hair was styled back and away from his forehead, giving me a view of his gorgeous features. He watched me as I watched him, silently egging me on to do something as I continued my ogling unabashedly. That was before my mind took me back to the reality of the situation; Until I was reminded of the questions that needed to be answered.

“What did Jimin tell you?” Finding my voice was difficult but to produce it was even worse.

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