gorgeous with a gun

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My small wish: Benedict and Martin filming a cop movie.
I want Benedict as a new, enthusiastic stubborn cop and Martin as a bad dirty cop. They hate each other at first but soon realize they’re actually good partners.

SEVEN PSYCHOPATHS SENTENCE STARTERS.

  • ❝ What the hell happened? ❞
  • ❝ I set the car on fire. ❞
  • ❝ You’re gorgeous. ❞
  • ❝ It’s their blood. ❞
  • ❝ Where are your guns? ❞
  • ❝ You’re better than me. ❞
  • ❝ Put your hands up! ❞
  • ❝ You’re fucked from birth. ❞
  • ❝ Are you pissed at me, baby? ❞
  • ❝ Why would I be pissed at you? ❞
  • ❝ Of course we’re friends.❞ 
  • ❝ Come with me. Please. ❞
  • ❝ I wanna jump inside your pants. ❞
  • ❝ Are you looking at something? ❞ 
  • ❝ Why did you kill all of those people? ❞
  • ❝ What’s with your sour fucking puss? ❞
  • ❝ Are we gonna have a peyote party? ❞
  • ❝ Friends don’t make their friends die. ❞
  • ❝ Are you nervous because we’re killing a chick? ❞
  • ❝ I’m going to be over to kill you on Tuesday. ❞
  • ❝ Maybe the world just doesn’t understand you. ❞
  • ❝ Poodles always look like they’ve been crying. ❞
  • ❝ We all gotta dream, don’t we? ❞
  • ❝ Have some pride in yourself. ❞
  • ❝ Fuck the cops! Fuck them! ❞ 
  • ❝ You ever shoot a guy in his eyeball? ❞
  • ❝ Sorry if I haven’t been a very good friend to you. ❞
  • ❝ Don’t ever say I never do anything for you. ❞
  • ❝ Seriously, just fuck off! I’m not in the fucking mood! ❞
  • ❝ I stabbed a guy in the ear once. Ice pick, right in his fucking ear. ❞
  • ❝ You think I’m not serious just because I carry a rabbit? ❞
  • ❝ Are you out of your alcoholic fucking mind? ❞
  • ❝ You’ve eaten too many hallucinogenic cactuses tonight, [ name. ]❞
  • ❝ I don’t have a drinking problem. I just like drinking. ❞ 
  • ❝ Sorry for hitting you in the face so hard. ❞
  • ❝ Sometimes I think God’s gone crazy. ❞
  • ❝ No shoot-outs, no pay-outs. Just human beings talking. ❞
  • ❝ You might want to stop drinking if this is how you’re gonna behave. ❞
  • ❝ It’s impossible for someone’s head to actually explode, isn’t it?  ❞
  • ❝ When are you gonna get a job that’s not just stealing from people? ❞
  • ❝ This guy just telephoned a psycho-killer to come psycho-kill us! ❞
  • ❝ God loves us. I know it. He’s just got a funny way of showing it sometimes. ❞
  • ❝ I didn’t mean to break his nose. His nose was just in the middle of where I was punching. ❞

anonymous asked:

*Whispers* will we ever get a lost keith update?

alright my dudes, here’s the 4th and final part of lost keef :) 

(i really hope this format is ok… this is my first time mixing texts and actual fic-style writing so i hope it makes sense and flows ok!)

part 1!!  |   part 2!!   |   part 3!!

Lance’s phone toppled to the floor of the cockpit as he sprinted for the exit. Fiery adrenaline coursed through his veins and his heartbeat pounded in his ears - a steady thrum of “Keith, Keith, Keith”. He rounded corner after corner, firing his rifle blindly and taking out galra drones left and right before finally (and impatiently) arriving at his destination.

As his weapon fired one last blast into the lock, he swung open the door and was surprised to find Keith sitting unceremoniously in the middle of the room. Darkness surrounded him and he was tied down, but when his eyes met Lance’s, a handful of emotions flooded his expression; shock, fear, hope, dread, each one seamlessly right after the other.

“Lance!” Keith cried, the shackles on his wrists clanked as they stopped him from reaching out. “Oh god, please leave… Lotor will -”

Lance wordlessly stomped across the room and planted his feet on either side of Keith’s before protectively holding the red paladin’s face between his hands. Bruises painted the pale skin of Keith’s face and he flinched when Lance reached out to him. He looked so… different. Lance could’ve gone his whole life without seeing Keith look as frail and defenseless as he did then.

“Forget about him, alright? I’m getting you out of here.”

“Y-you found me…” Keith stuttered out, leaning carefully into Lance’s touch.

“Of course I did, Mullet.” Lance smirked before shifting forward and pressing a possessive kiss into Keith’s forehead, “I love you. I’m saving you.”

A small smile played across Keith’s lips and Lance’s heart fluttered at the thought of getting his teammate back to safety in the castle ship. He couldn’t stop himself from smiling back and brushing a gentle thumb across a pale cheekbone but just when he started to forget where they were and why, Keith’s dark eyes darted past Lance’s gaze and fear replaced all the positive emotions the blue paladin had managed to coax out.

“Say cheese,” The shutter of an iPhone camera clicked, accompanying a sickeningly smooth voice that Lance knew belonged to Lotor without even looking. He turned and stood instantly, trying his best to shield Keith’s body with his own.

Remembering that his helmet was still functional, Lance jumped at the opportunity to alert the others as to where they were (which in hindsight he should’ve done right away but he’d yell at himself for that later).

“Guys! I found Keith! We’re in the room past the –” Lance’s words jolted to an involuntary stop and his teeth rattled in his head at the unexpected impact. When had he fallen to the floor? It had all happened so fast. He spat out blood and looked up to see Lotor standing above him, fists drawn.

“You really think I’d let you finish that sentence?” Lotor laughed, smirking evilly down at the blue paladin. Lance hated making eye contact with him, especially when he’d finally had the privilege of seeing Keith again; he never wanted to look at anyone else. His eyes avoided his aggressor’s gaze and darted up to his teammate instead.

Keith’s face was contorted in pure fear - something Lance had never witnessed before and never wanted to again. This was Keith, for god’s sake. Strong, stubborn, fearless Keith; the red paladin, known for always charging into dangerous situations without a second thought because he was crazy and hotheaded and lacked foresight. The memory of that Keith filled Lance’s entire being and fueled him to push forward. 

He sprung off the ground with newfound determination and managed to pin the unsuspecting Lotor down on his back. Lance hovered above him, glaring angrily down at the galran prince. 

“It’s quite pathetic, really,” Lotor began with a smile before Lance could get out any of the furious words his mouth considered, “He was so passionate and tenacious when he first arrived… But I showed him your messages everyday and he lost determination rather quickly.”

Lance’s arms were busy holding the prince down, so the rage that consumed him had nowhere else to escape but through a powerful headbutt (that he regretted almost instantly). He saw stars.

“Lance!” Keith screamed, but Lotor was already up off the ground and stalking across the room in Keith’s direction. Keith tried his best to avoid looking at Lotor; he’d learned over the last few weeks that that was the best course of action when trying to avoid making the prince angry.

Lotor reached out a hand and gripped the red paladin’s throat roughly, cutting off Keith’s breathing as quickly as he could. Keith trained his eyes on Lance, hoping that if he didn’t make it, at least he’d die looking at the person he loved. The edges of his vision darkened and he stayed silent - he knew Lotor was saying something to him, but he ignored him and kept watching Lance.

He would be okay as long as he could see Lance, and in that moment he could.

He saw Lance sit up. He saw Lance reach for his blaster. He saw Lance aim and he saw Lotor fall to the ground. The last thing he saw before slipping into unconsciousness was Lance running to his side.

~

When Keith fell out of the healing pod, the first thing he saw was Lance. 

Lance caught him and smiled down at him with that sparkly smile he used to use exclusively on pretty girls while crooning things like “Hellooo gorgeous, the name’s Lance”  and snapping finger guns in their direction. Keith chuckled at the memory and smiled back, earning a bright red blush from Lance.

“Thank you, L-” But the blue paladin wasn’t nearly patient enough to let him finish. His lips found Keith’s and didn’t let go until they both gasped for air. 

When they pulled apart, the other members of their team had long since left the room to give them more privacy and the smile shared between them was equal parts unsteady and elated. 

“Thank you for saving me,” Lance whispered into the dark hair above Keith’s ear. The red paladin jumped back in reply and quirked a confused eyebrow in Lance’s direction.

“B-but… You saved me…?”

“You have no idea how many times I almost gave up… Or how close I was to believing the others when they insisted you must be dead, Keith. I couldn’t eat or sleep or… anything. When you texted me back, you saved me. You brought me back and gave me a reason to fight again… So, thank you.”

Keith forced out a small laugh to cover the emotion stuck in his throat; he threaded his fingers into the hair at the base of Lance’s neck and pulled him in for another kiss. He stopped just before their lips met and looked directly into Lance’s deep blue eyes with a genuine smile.

 “You’re welcome.”

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Appreciation post for (some of) Suho’s moles ❤

Romance novels centred around black characters

It’s really hard to find romantic books featuring black women. Most popular books centred around black women are based on some sort of suffering and or abuse. Whilst it is important for their stories to be told, it is quite disheartening there is so little representation in other genres.


Until There Was You - All he was looking for was some peace and quiet. Instead, what ex-FBI agent Luke Grayson finds in the secluded cabin in the woods is a gorgeous, smoky-eyed woman…who just happens to be pointing a gun in his direction.

A Little Dare – Shelly and Dare were torn apart when Dare decided to pursue a career in the FBI.  Shelly kept her pregnancy a secret so as not to tie him down. She returns 11 years later to her home town to rekindle her relationship with the father of her son.

Taken by Storm - A handsome U.S. marshall Raphael Madison tells floral designer Simone Whitfield that he’s her live-in bodyguard for the duration of a high-profile court case. Simone discovers that sharing her home with a bodyguard stirs up a storm of longing. Soon, their closeness becomes electrifying

Tonight and Forever- Lorren Jacobs marriage ends in divorce and all she wants is to leave California behind. She returns to Texas where she meets Justin Madaris. Lorren has vowed never to give her heart to another man, but she can’t stop herself from responding to the handsome widower’s sensuous whispers of love.

The Right Kind of Trouble - Twenty year old Lauren Bailey is organized, responsible, and hyper-driven toward her goal of graduating college. She already has enough on her hands and definitely has no time for trouble. she’s not interested in that level of distraction. Until Ty. Ty opens Lauren’s mind to a world beyond the strict walls she’s built.

Forbidden - Eddy owes her life to Rhine, but she won’t risk her heart for him. As soon as she’s saved enough money from her cooking, she’ll leave this Nevada town and move to California. No matter how handsome he is, no matter how fiery the heat between them, Rhine will never be hers. Giving in for just one night might quench this longing…

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Winchester M1887 display model shotgun

Designed by John M. Browning, manufactured by Winchester Repeating Arms c.1888 and factory engraved c.1888 and 1901 - serial number 6728.
12 gauge five-round tubular magazine, lever action repeating shotgun, 76cm long damascus steel barrel, piano polish, extensive engravings.

One of only five display M1887 shotguns, which makes it extremely rare on top of being gorgeous.

Lost Series - Part Five

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four

Paring : Jerome x Fem. Reader

Requests are open. xx

Originally posted by savagepatchkidzzz


I sat on the hood of this oil truck that we stole. I didn’t know what we were doing, but to be honest I don’t really care. Aaron, Greenwood and Jerome sat inside of the truck and Dobkins stood off to the side doing whatever it is that he does. I leaned against the windshield and lit a joint.

I glanced behind me and saw a school bus about to drive by. I knocked against the window and nodded my head towards the bus. Jerome smirked.

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