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A Standing Ovation Ch. 4: Two Outs, Bases Loaded, Pt. 4

Refer to: Cast, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

In the Audience

The game is about in its eighth inning.

The audience is wrapped in an unusual craze.

It was Kanshirou Munakata’s record that was stopped at his three turns at the bat continuing from the previous game, but-

After that, on his third turn to bat for this game he hit a home run and then hit another home run on his fourth turn at the bat.

With this today’s score is three home runs with three strikes in one inning. If after this he gets another turn at bat it will be lined up with a major record comparable to the king players as four consecutive home runs in a game.

“Well this sucks, the game is also getting so interesting.”

In front of the craze of the spectators the stadium is wrapped up in Izaya was captured with the desire to observe the fate of the enthusiasm until its very end.

“I think it is bad hobbies of yours, but if you are really interested in it you can ask miss Nec to save the recording of the audience and enjoy it later.

“My, for you to make such a proposal without thinking of the civilians’ privacy.”

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anonymous asked:

somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me i aint the sharpest tool in the shed she was looking kind of dumb with her finger and her thumb in the shape of an l on her forehead well the years start coming and they dont stop coming fed to the rules and i hit the ground running didnt make sense not to live for fun you brain gets smart but your head gets dumb so much to do so much to see so whats wrong with taking the backstreet youll never know if you dont go youll never shine if you dont glo

Kai: “But together, we can fix this. Tell all your friends, or anyone you know who sings All Star, to stop with a gentle pat to the face.”


Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, little Smut

Words Count: 805 (sorry lol)

Author’s Note: This is a Songfic based on the song Say you won’t let you go by James Arthur.

When y/n met for the first time Castiel, her life was literally hell. Her father had left when she was little, and at age 17, her mother was killed by hit-and-run driver. Y/n had nothing. She had no home, she had no family, she didn’t have a job. She was alone in the world.
Y/n was living on the street; she slept where found an isolated spot, she stealing food. Sometimes she was also arrested, but since she was an adult now, the police aren’t held her ever, and they let her go.
And she began again all over again.
It was a winter evening, when Castiel appeared to y/n; she was lying on a bench in an abandoned park, cold, and dark. Suddenly she saw a light in the distance; she felt the warm glow get closer and closer, and by that light, came the most beautiful man that y/n had ever seen.

I met you in the dark
You lit me up

Castiel told her it was an angel, and he was there to help her. y/n, although it was an incredible story, she believed the man’s words. She got up from the bench, and she decided to follow him.
Castiel was felt y/n a new person; he never managed to be sad with him, that he could always tell her sweet words.

You made me feel as though
I was enough

The y/n’s life had changed after the arrival of Castiel; she had found the strength to start again, in a new house with a new job. But the more time passed, and the girl could see that she loved the angel. But how could the angel to love someone like her? She was just a simple human, and one of the most trivial. He could get any better.
And if one day Castiel will have to go? And let alone y/n, again. Y/n doesn’t want him to ever go away.
She was at odds with herself. Loving the angel and hope that he never go away, or let him go one day, when he would no longer be able to stay?

I knew I loved you then
But you’d never know
Cause I played it cool when I was scared of letting go.

Time passed. Castiel was always on the side of y/n, and the girl was beginning to hope that he will never go away. Her love for him was so strong, that sometimes y/n felt selfish to want him all to herself.
“You know I’ve never thanked him,” said one day y/n to the angel.
“I never said thank you for what you have done for me, Castiel. You saved my life that day. Now I have a job, I have a house. And I have you.”
Castiel grew closer to y/n, and his fingers brushed the cheek of the girl. Touched by Castiel burned on her skin. And in that moment y/n realized that she didn’t care if one day Castiel would go away, because at that time he was there with her.

I’m so in love with you
And I hope you know
Darling, your love is more than worth its weight in gold
We’ve come so far my dear
Look how we’ve grown
And I wanna stay with you

Y/n always felt more the tension that was created between her and Castiel, and in a moment she decided to bring down the wall remained for too long turned from her to the angel. The lips of the girl touched those the angel. They knew of sweetness, altruism, and love. Castiel didn’t turn away the girl from him, indeed, even more attracted to him. And y/n wept, tears of happiness for that moment so intimate and eternal.
Castiel took her in his arms and spread themselves both on the y/n’s bed; the angel kissed the girl as if she were goddess for him. He left wet kisses on her lips, then her cheek, until arriving into the crook of the neck.
The body of the girl always burned more, the minimum touch of the angel, the moans from her lips made her feel free. They took off both clothes, and they made love. Y/n finally felt happy, while Castiel was inside her; she felt happy and loved, while Castiel pushed more and more into her, telling her sweet words.
Castiel told her he loved her, and y/n wept again, as she continued to kiss him. When they came at the same time, the girl said to Castiel that she had never loved anyone as she loved him.
Castiel smiled, and promised her that he would never have left her. And they were there, their naked bodies embraced, to think about their future. Together.

Now everybody knows
Cause it’s just you and me
Until we’re grey and old

if you want to be tagged in my fanfic tell me!

So even though I’m cutting my powers have gone through the roof. I think it’s because dropping weight his helping me move under the bar faster. I have yet to take a serious run at hitting a PR total but my squats aren’t close to what they were 6 months ago so I don’t think I’ll be hitting a clean and jerk PR anytime soon. Maybe snatch tho.


“what do you think about when you daydream or get distracted?”

nothing. my head is just a running loop of the hamilton original cast recording


6 years, and not even a freckle on his face had changed. Her first love’s gaze summoned demons within her to resurface that she had long locked away in her subconsciousness. When did he get back? And how the hell did he find her?

“It’s been a while Bright Eyes. Can we talk a minute?”


A. Phaedra let’s him in for some coffee. 

B. Phaedra sends him away. 

C. Phaedra says nothing. 


Jack and Bitty’s daughter isn’t into hockey. She doesn’t like baking too much, and isn’t really fond of many sports. She doesn’t take to art like Auntie Lardo and though shes never forgotten a word Uncle Crappy’s told her she can’t really say she wants to be an activist. Not a poet like Uncle Nursey or a computer engineer like Uncle Dex

No, their daughter fell in love with history. Jack completely let it slide that his child was not a fan of hockey (not that she can’t spout immediate hockey stats and size people up on the spot, that’s just not happening in her house hold) because one, that’s his kid and he would never put his legacy on her shoulders because he knows what that feels like, but also two, he fucking loved History and the fact that his baby hit the ground running with it possibly has him in tears when she says she wants to know more

Bitty is constantly touched by the fact that two of his favourite people in the entire world will sit together for hours, enraptured by a documentary on World War II or the Indus Valley Civilization (their daughter is fascinated by ancient history while young and modern history as she gets older), curled up together and then be able to discuss it afterwards. He makes them pie for the after documentary discussion because it always ends up being a long one, and he kneads dough with his baby girl sitting on the counter telling him about ancient writings as Jack corrects and quizzes her

pls don’t make me write this I need the fic

Hit and Run (aka another depressing af Victuuri fic)

This is unbeta’d so please inform me if I forgot to remove any unintended grammar mistakes!

Thanks to @ppastelderpp, @gays-on-ice, and @such-sparkly-trash for encouraging me to write this fic and letting me discuss my ideas with them.

Chapter 1…

Victor knew the instant something was wrong.

Yuuri had been laughing and grinning with him just a moment prior, but as soon as his eyes flicked to the left, his face paled significantly.

It took a moment for Victor to process just what was happening, as Yuuri sprinted to him, arms outstretched. Victor knew that something was amiss from the pure horror on Yuuri’s face, so he glanced in the same direction that Yuuri had looked just seconds before.

A truck. It was a truck, barreling at speeds that should be illegal in this part of Hasetsu. And it was only four yards, no thre-

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Blessed be the Dawn for those who fear the Night.

Another Yuuri oriented picture for @beanpots AU, because I had so much fun with the last one. Something about this post really inspired me, so what happened before Otabek was around? We may never know. Tumblr still kills quality, so clickity click.

Bonus under the cut 

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