hi youre perfect

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The Eleventh Hour so far has my favorite storytelling from Griffin! So here’s a pseudo-movie poster ehuehueue

Had to do another illustration for our Fantasy Illust class and our prof gave me the go signal to draw TAZ again as long as I found good face refs for them. B^) I based Magnus, Taako and Merle on John Spainhour, Paul Boche, and Brian Cox respectively! 

  • Joker: The stars are beautiful tonight
  • Harley: Yeah
  • Joker: You know what else is beautiful?
  • Harley: ...What?
  • Joker: *points at the sky* The batsignal

This younger generation of gods, they have no respect.

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cute bare faced jiyongie all bundled up (๑>◡<๑)

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You acted like the bad guy in front of her, but I know you’re hurt inside. I was aiming for that.

You love me, right?

A/N: Maybe not exactly what you had in mind, but I hope you enjoy. 

“Don’t touch me!” you giggled. But Harry didn’t listen as he continued to reach for you, narrowly avoiding the bicycle kicks you were sending his way.


“Oh, come off it, m’hands aren’t that cold,” he said with an eye roll as he finally got you to settle beneath him. His hands rested on your sides, and while your flesh was protected from his chilly fingers by the thick fabric of your sweater, you could feel the coldness hovering above.


“They are freezing, Harry.” You looked around best you could with Harry keeping you still, trying to find some way to escape. But you were trapped in the middle of the bed like a raft out to sea with no sight of shore.


“Fine, fine. Won’t touch you.” His shoulders slumped in dejection, bottom lip protruding pathetically. You looked for signs of movement; you’d been in this relationship long enough to know Harry never gave up without a fight. “But yeh know, love, cold hands mean ‘ve got a warm heart.”


Your eyebrows raised, mouth in a hard line. “That is the biggest load—”


The words hardly left your mouth before Harry’s hands infiltrated your warm sweater. He roamed the expanse of your warm body, squeezing and tickling all the spots that made you squeal. Maybe it wasn’t his cold hands, but the sound of your laugh echoing throughout his bedroom did make Harry swell with warmth.


“Harry…Harry, please,” you pleaded through heavy breaths, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes. “My tummy hurts…think you’ve given me a cramp.”

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Job Satisfaction [S]

pairings/characters: kth x reader

genre: smut; one shot?

word count: 6k

summary: Taehyung needs something more than just money if he’s going to keep working for you.

‘When it comes to what you want, you dont mind playing dirty.’

Mafia!Au Sniper!Taehyung

pure smut, lacking context but hints to possible continuation

Originally posted by donewithjeon

“You know that these works are supposed to leave no traces right?” You whisper more to yourself than to your subordinates as you read through the last article.

Another killing was spotted in Seoul, by the same mysterious shooter who left the sign “V” everywhere he went. He was notorious for the lack of traces he left, each investigation reaching a dead end every time. But he was no mystery to you. You knew who he was because he worked for you.

The man in the picture, his skin drenched in his own pool of scarlet blood was none other than your so-called “trade partner” one that was sucking you dry of all your resources. Things were simple when dealing with weapons.

“I supply goods, you pay me money.”

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Here Comes Trouble

Summary: During a case with the Winchesters, things take a turn for the worse, and some secrets you’ve been hiding come to light.  

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: mentions of past smut, angst, pregnant reader, witches, injured Winchesters, character death, arguing, language, fluff

A/N: This fic is based on the prompt; “Reader hides her pregnancy so Dean won’t make her stop hunting yet, and when he finds out he is really pissed off” from a list @deanwinchesterxreader​ made a while back. 

As always, feedback is welcomed!

Your mind kept running back to the positive pregnancy test you’d stashed in your bottom drawer of your room the night before. It wasn’t that you were upset by the news, but you knew as soon as you came clean to the boys about the news- they’d stop you from hunting. You knew they’d become protective over you, worry about the future, and you also couldn’t bear the idea of Dean’s reaction to the fact you were carrying his baby. 

 You’d spent one heated night together after a rough hunt, you both needed to blow off some steam after going up against a group of vamps and coming out a little battered and bruised after eventually taking them out.

Usually, you and the Winchesters would blow off steam by heading to a bar and possibly finding random hook ups for the night, but on this particular case, Sam had stayed behind after getting injured in a previous hunt. Which meant it left you and Dean alone. You’d helped patch each other up and had a bottle of whiskey at hand, you weren’t in the mood to go out after the day you’d had, surprisingly Dean offered to stay in with you.

One thing lead to another and soon you were in a haze of  naked bodies kissing, touching, moving against each other in heated passion. The memory of him sent heat straight to your core, his perfect plump lips, his gorgeous body, his insanely talented mouth and not to mention his impressive-

“-Earth to Y/N.” Dean’s gruff voice pulled you from your daze. He furrowed his brows at you through the reflection of the rear view mirror as you sat in the back of the impala. “You alright?” He asked, the concern clear over his face. 

You ran a hand through your hair and nodded, “yeah, yeah I’m good.”.

You could tell by Dean’s face that he didn’t believe you, but he didn’t press any more about it as the three of you exited the car and headed for the victim’s house to talk to his wife. 

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then and now…

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That time when C137 got the postcard from Miami Rick

Stan & Rick spent the day being salty old men together.

anonymous asked:

So I've been thinking about carpool karaoke with Harry lately and I was wondering if you could do a little blurb about it?? Like y/n and Harry on a road trip just singing every song that played and him laughing at how terrible of a singer you are but like still loving you. It should be so cute and fluffy that I wanna vomit ya know?? Love you!!

Susie you should write a blurb about Harry’s girl taking charge in the bedroom!

Joined these two.  This was fun.  Bit of a surprise in here.  Haven’t written that scenario before.  Enjoy.

The trip from Los Angeles to Las Vegas was around four hours.  When Harry suggested a quick road trip and a weekend together in Vegas, you could hardly resist.  It would be the only real time together the two of you had been able to get since his solo CD had been released.

His tour was slated to start in three weeks, this gig in Vegas was strictly a fan thing.  The car was packed with the necessary food haul for a road trip though it was modified because both you and Harry were health freaks.  So instead of the standard junk food there was a cooler full of water, fruit and a nut/berry concoction Harry swore was better than sex.  You’d just have to see about that, you told him with wiggled eyebrows.

And you were off.  The first hour had been easy conversation about all the things the two of you had missed about each other’s lives while Harry had been gone promoting.  Your new job, his offer for his own record company, you made it to five mile runs without stopping, he’d graduated to being able to deadlift close to 350 lbs.  It was discussions like these that you missed the most.  Nothing important was being said yet everything important was being said.  This was the good stuff.  The things about Harry that no one else knew but you.  Mundane details that were insignificant but made up who he was.  All the reasons you loved him.

You thumbed through your Spotify, smiling to yourself when you connected your phone to his truck’s Bluetooth and turned on your roadtrip playlist.

Harry looked over at you,

“What’s this?”

“I made it special.  When you suggested a roadtrip I knew we had to have music.  What roadtrip is complete without music.”

Harry reached over to squeeze your hand,

“Very true, My Love.”

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Two Weeks Apart

Title: Two Weeks Apart

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 1,375

Warning: There is zero plot, literally all smut

A/N: This was inspired by the picture below. Enjoy!!

Summary: With crazy schedules like yours, it’s been two and a half weeks since you last saw each other. Jensen bursts into the house, dropping his bags, kicking the door shut behind you and starts looking around the house for you.



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