if that was his car he was parked on the line

voltron amusement park headcanons

i was inspired so here:

  • hunk fuckin destroys at the arcade
  • he also destroys at those boardwalk games
  • wins everyone stuffed animals
  • lance naively challenges him to a virtual racecar match
  • lance ends up crying
  • like i said before, keith is a roller coaster/thrill ride nut. the second they get to the park he makes a bee line for the coasters
  • he’s been on kingda ka, he’s been on el toro, he’s been on top thrill dragster. he’s been on them all. he’s seen some things.
  • pidge isn’t really into roller coasters but she goes apeshit over bumper cars
  • “GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY SHITLORD” - pidge as she smashes her car into a five year old’s
  • shiro films her from the sidelines with his giant 90s camcorder
  • “pidge! pidge look this way sweetie!”
  • pidge roars at the camera
  • shiro: *tearfully* they grow up so fast
  • allura splurges on all the sweets, comes back to shiro’s bench with her arms full of every flavor of cotton candy and ice cream imagineable
  • shiro takes one look at her load
  • allura squints because fuck u she wants her sweets
  • but shiro only says “you didn’t get popcorn. we have to go back and get popcorn.”
  • coran is the designated holder of bags/purses/toys, but he does join in at one point to challenge hunk to a match
  • everyone is concerned for coran’s health
  • hunk is hesitant but agrees
  • they get set up
  • coran FUCKIN OWNS HIM
  • everyone starts screaming
  • coran is crowned god
  • hunk resigns himself to hanging out with pidge, who insists they go on the tilt-a-whirl
  • hunk has never been on the tilt-a-whirl
  • it does not end well
  • hunk: crying
  • pidge: maniacal Chaotic Neutral laughter
  • keith gets bored going on coasters by himself so he finds lance flirting with an employee and drags him on with him
  • lance refuses
  • keith: what are you, scared?
  • lance: WHAT NO i just don’t wanna be stuck sitting next to YOU
  • keith doesn’t believe him so lance is forced to prove his honor
  • about five seconds into the car going up the hill he starts screaming and clutches onto keith’s hand for dear life
  • he screams throughout the whole thing
  • not even separate screams just one long continuous scream
  • keith feels bad so he doesn’t say anything when they get off the ride and lance has to lie down on a bench for 10 minutes
  • lance gets his revenge by dragging keith to the haunted house
  • the reason lance thought the castle was haunted was because he’s a huge horror fan
  • loves movies, video games, comics, novels, rides, anything to do with monsters, and loves being scared
  • keith likes them too, but he just can’t do haunted houses
  • keith doesn’t scream per se, but he’s tight lipped and stiff throughout the whole thing and never lets go of lance’s sleeve
  • elsewhere shiro and allura decide to ride the love boat/tunnel of love together Just As Friends (hhahahhahaha)
  • it’s dark and romantic and there are candles and stuff
  • they kinda look at each other then look away
  • shalalalalala my oh my looks like the boy’s too shy
  • they finally work up the nerve to lean in, lean in, lean in-
  • out of nowhere pidge pops up behind them “hey you guys got anymore fig newtons?”
  • allura shrieks and shiro nearly tips over the boat
  • hunk appears too (they were both hiding in the backseat) “im so sorry it was all pidge’s idea oh gosh please don’t be mad”
  • shiro and allura just stare
  • finally allura rubs her temples and decides to take a nap on shiro cause he’s comfy
  • shiro hands over the fig newtons
  • at the end of the day hunk challenges coran to a rematch
  • they tie, and both regard the other as an equal
  • the end
Easy Pt 6

Originally posted by 19940331


Bodyguard Chanyeol vs. Assassin Sehun
ChanyeolxYouxSehun
Who do you fall for? Read to find out!
(SPOILER: Sehun ft. PLOT TWIST)

Chanyeol yanked Y/N away from Sehun. Marching back towards that piece of shit car, away from that piece of shit tool bag…Chanyeol felt his face going completely red. Just a faint whine from Y/N brought him back to his senses. He looked back at her and gasped when he peered at her wrist he was tightly holding. Black and blue fingermarks lined her whole wrist. “Aish, Y/N..I’m so sorry. Are you okay?” he asked quickly letting go of her wrist. She slowly nodded and rubbed her eyes. Chanyeol lifted her chin so he could see her eyes. He pulled her into a soft hug when he saw tears threatening to let loose.

“Sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you.” he smiled down at her gently. He should’ve known better, Y/N was always sensitive when it came to him. He pulled away from her and wiped her damp eyes with his sleeves. “Such a baby.” he laughed poking her cheeks.
“….Am not!” she said swatting his hand away. 

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Sehun stood in the parking garage, unable to move from the spot he was currently in. He wiped a hand along his lower lip, to find it covered it blood. “That son of a bitch..” he muttered to himself. Sehun could feel his blood boiling just at the thought of Y/N leaving with Chanyeol. The fact she chose him just made Sehun mad. And the fact he couldn’t understand why he felt this way just made him angrier.

After a few more moments of pondering the whole situation, he began walking to his car. As he stuck the key in the lock on the door, he heard a click. Stepping slightly back he twisted the key the rest of the way and the car exploded and sent him flying across the garage. He held his ears, trying to get the ringing in them to stop. He knew that was going to happen…He got up and wobbled back to the ground.

He saw someone rushing towards him, but he couldn’t hear anything over the ringing in his ears.

Originally posted by lullabyun


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“Chanyeol..Did you hear that?” Y/N asked after hearing an abrupt explosion deeper in the parking garage. Before he could answer, she darted off in the direction they came in search for Sehun. As she reached the spot they had left Sehun, panic took over her body. Seeing an exploded car scattered everywhere throughout the garage level, surrounding car alarms screaming, and Sehun in a ball on the floor covering his ears and groaning in pain.

She ran to his side and crouched beside him. “Oppa! Oppa!!!!” she called shaking him. His eyes were everywhere but on her..She felt Chanyeol run up behind her and he pulled her back, looking down at Sehun.
“We should go, it could be dangerous.” Chanyeol said. Y/N looked up at him. She’d never seen Chanyeol act so coldly towards someone who was hurt. Usually he’d be panicking with her, but his words and eyes were frigid.
“Chanyeol we can’t leave him here…He’s my friend.” Y/N said wriggling out of his arms and back over to Sehun.

“Oppa? Can you here me? Sehunnie oppa…” she smiled pulling out her phone. “What are you doing?” Chanyeol asked.
“Calling the police and the ambulance obviously.” Y/N giggled.
Suddenly, Chanyeol kicked her phone out of her hand and dragged both of them behind a nearby car.
“My phone!” Y/N said trying to crawl back to get it. Chanyeol firmly wrapped his arms and legs around her, covering her mouth with a large hand.
“Mmmmppff!” Y/N whined. She continued to try to wriggle until she saw a man walking around the parking garage..He was armed with a handgun and checking behind all the cars.

Y/N froze looking up at Chanyeol. He looked down at her and gave her a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry” he mouthed down to her. She nodded and pressed herself into his chest, feeling surprisingly safe with him.

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Chanyeol felt Y/N’s heart racing, he watched as Sehun was slowly gaining consciousness. He could hear footsteps coming closer, and he quickly released Y/N and lunged at the armed man, knocking the gun out of his hand. He could see Y/N’s terrified stare in the corner of his eye. The man was skilled in martial arts, hitting Chanyeol repeatably in his stitches, making Chanyeol fall in pain.

The man looked in Y/N’s direction and started walking towards her. “Wait! WAIT!” she screamed as he got closer. Chanyeol started helplessly crawling towards her, still trying to protect her. He had to, he couldn’t lose her..Not now, not ever. He was almost in tears knowing he wouldn’t be able to save her alone when he saw Sehun suddenly stand and send a fist to the man’s face.

Chanyeol froze completely shocked Sehun actually protected her too. The man looked up at Sehun with his dark circled eyes, looking just as confused as Chanyeol. He nodded and darted off, leaving shocked Chanyeol, Sehun, and Y/N behind.

Originally posted by dazzlingkai


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Sehun walked towards Chanyeol and offered him his hand. “What the hell was that?” Chanyeol asked.
“Just take my hand…Damn.” Sehun said. Unsure, Chanyeol took his hand and Sehun pulled him up, supporting him so he could walk. “Y/N go to this address. Its my home.” Sehun said writing down a scribbly address. “Lock the doors, lock the windows, don’t call or text anyone. I’ll meet you there, and explain everything.” he continued. “No..Come with me.” Chanyeol said with pleading eyes.

Y/N looked between them finding it hard to listen to one over the other. “I’ll go to Chanyeol’s. He can decide to tell you where it is or not…Please come soon.” she said a little shakily. Chanyeol smiled and Sehun nodded watching her disappear into the night.
“You have guys on her right?” Sehun asked Chanyeol.
“Why do you care?” Chanyeol glared.
“Same reason as you do.” Sehun sighed.
Chanyeol stared at Sehun and laughed.
“You suddenly want to protect after you almost got her killed? Yeah right. What do you want?” he asked.
“Exactly. I realized I can’t do it…I can’t turn her in. I can’t kill her, I can’t lose her..I just…need her. Like you.” Sehun answered.
“Don’t worry…She’ll always choose you…Eventually, I’ll have to tell her the truth and so will you. Everyone hates the assassin, we’re always the bad guys.”

Originally posted by xehun

Chanyeol felt his heart drop. Sehun was right, she’d always choose Chanyeol over him. And he was happy, but at the same time…He felt guilty.
“What’s going to happen to you?” Chanyeol asked.
“For protecting Y/N and stopping someone from killing you, so you’d finally be out of the damn way? Probably on the spot execution.” Sehun said.
“Yah! Don’t say that…” Chanyeol said.
“I’m serious…” Sehun looked at Chanyeol sadly.
They continued walking to the hospital in silence. Upon entering the doors, Chanyeol was rushed to emergency surgery so the bleeding would stop.

Sehun paced the surgery doors back and forth waiting for Chanyeol’s surgery to be over. If Sehun couldn’t survive then damn it Chanyeol would. Y/N needed him…

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PART 7 COMING SOON! So…Will Sehun survive? Will Chanyeol intervine??
WILL Y/N GET KIDNAPPED (evil smirk)

anonymous asked:

44 for kagehina?

44. “If you die, I’m gonna kill you.”

A prayer circle made up of Noya, Tanaka, Yachi, Yamaguchi, and a very reluctant Tsukishima and Ennoshita surrounded the pair. They all held hands, heads hung low. Mournfully, Tanaka was the first to raise his head. He’d been compared to a monk before, and in the moment could be compared again. In his softest, sincerest voice he whispered, “good fucking luck.”

Hinata gulped.

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@zephyr-iffic wanted the Super Dark starter so here we go.

The teenager pulled up into Blackwell’s parking lot, carelessly taking two empty spots, wheels screeching. He drove back in a daze, the injection Jefferson had given him still in effect, and he was certain he hit something with the back of his car, when he lost control of it while he sped through a curve.
Not like he could give it much thought.

Turning off the motor, Nathan pulled the car keys out, before pushing the door open, trying to step out; instead his legs just gave out. The impact he made with the floor knocked the air out of him, but he pushed himself up, crawling forward, before trying to scramble to his feet again, not bothering to even lock his car behind him.

He needed to get the fuck to his room. Cut a line, trip. Fast.

The boy’s breath went fast, and before he could even reach the door to the dorms, he doubled over, throwing up on the concrete.

He couldn’t have killed her, he didn’t REMEMBER anything about it. He hardly remembered anything that happened, he just remembered a sting in his neck, and… No, no, Jefferson could go to fucking hell.

Nathan spat out, then let himself fall against the door to push it open, before stumbling through the hallway. Only then he thought, he couldn’t go to his room, he couldn’t go to Victoria. He would KNOW. He would find him, he’d fucking know.

Instead, he dragged himself to the bathroom, and just slid down the nearest wall, wrapping his arms around his knees to just let himself come undone in peace, like he did when he was a small child.

At least, until he heard the door open right behind him. Intuitively, he backed away, covering his face with his arms.

“No, please. Please go away…!”

instructor probs pt. 2

(part two meaning there’s more context in previous posts)

so the other taekwondo student, the mother, let’s call her B, she did speak to my instructor about me last night like I thought

we have multiple dojangs, so tonight my instructor was teaching elsewhere while my grandmaster taught our class. when I arrived and parked my car, I breathed a sigh of relief when I realized his wasn’t there

I walked in and B waved. grandmaster led class as normal, having us do lines of various kicks and blocks across the length of the room. then he divided us up and had us each do our poomsae. I’m currently working Taeguek Sa Jang (this is my favorite form so far actually) and he stood and watched me do it. He gently corrected me, “Stephanie-shi, it’s a spearhand strike to the solar plexus, tuck your thumb in” and “your inside block is too short, elongate the chamber. like this. one and pahng. Okay I’m watching. Do it again. MUCH better.” In contrast to the harshness from my instructor, this was a nice and welcome change.

At the end of class he spoke briefly with myself and B before heading into his office to do some work. I could tell he wanted to say things to me in response to seeing me leaving in tears the other night, but he let it go. B turned to me, and asked, “so are you okay?” I took a deep breath and replied “you want to talk about last night?” and she said “yeah.”

She told me that she pulled my instructor aside with the intention of speaking to him as a friend, not master to student. She told him that a private conversation with me would’ve been more appropriate than him yelling at me in front of the whole class. She didn’t disagree with his desire to get me to do better, but rather in the delivery. She reminded him of the time that grandmaster scolded him in front of her, and how embarrassed he was, and tried to get him to emphasize. She also told him that she’s noticed that he’s been increasingly harsher over the last week or two, that it’s very out of character for him, and that she’s concerned because it’s affecting the whole dojang (apparently I’m not the only student who has complained recently). The way she relayed the story back to me made it sound very positive. I was sure it was going to have a happy ending.

Apparently it wasn’t though, and he didn’t react kindly to her words. This is the part of the conversation that I saw last night from my car where he was gesturing very angrily. He told her that she was being very disrespectful, that he was her master not her friend, and how dare she speak to him in that way. He said that the tone of the dojang has been very low energy, disrespectful, nobody is trying, nobody is respecting or obeying the upper belts and masters, and he’s just trying to whip us back into shape. She said she understood where he was coming from and his desire to tighten things up a bit, but that his approach was wrong, and that he’s hurting his students. He said that he’s not being too harsh, we’re just being too sensitive, especially me. He said that his correction during Krav last night wasn’t as bad as the time grandmaster scolded him and that I was overreacting.

Unfortunately B said things just got worse from there. My instructor had no interest in changing his behavior or even just listening to her. He didn’t acknowledge any of the things she brought up but instead accused her of being a bad student. And so, after spending nearly an hour trying to get her point across, she left.

She told me that she’s going to distance herself from him for the time being. She encouraged me to do so also, to just come to class and train and to be respectful but don’t seek any relationship with him outside of class. She said she considered them friends previously, but because of his behavior lately she now considers him just an acquaintance. She told me not to waste my energy or emotions on him anymore as he obviously doesn’t care for me. She told me to let him go and move on.

That’s really tough because I love him so much. I have so much respect for him. I don’t know what he’s going through right now but there has to be something in his personal life that’s stressing him out. B did share with me that they closed one of the dojangs this week - maybe that’s the cause? He isn’t acting like himself. I know him to be so much better and I believe he can be.

B did tell me that the reason he went straight in his office last night was to hide from us, he didn’t want to have a conversation. I still want to have a conversation with him - not to bash him, as I feel like part of his anger is a defense mechanism. I just want to understand and maybe reach some sort of common ground. I feel like if I start the conversation with an apology about my behavior, and to ask for his help, that maybe he’ll also be willing to apologize and move on.

He should be teaching tomorrow. We’ll see how things go. Overall I do feel better after talking with B, because I realized that it’s not just me being overly sensitive - there is an actual observed problem happening. She did tell me that I shouldn’t waste my time trying to talk to him as he’s likely to react in anger again and that’s only going to hurt our relationship. But I don’t want to give up on him just yet. I think there’s enough grace and that we can get past this.

1920s Game of Thrones AU

Home from Princeton for the summer, Jon Targaryen returns home to his father and mother’s Park Avenue apartment to find their family still desperately clinging to a dying way of life. Old money still revels in string quartets and debutante balls and first class cabins on Cunard Line sailing ships while new money races cars and dances the Charleston and drinks bootleg gin at scandalous speakeasies. Jon finds he favors the excessive lifestyle of the new upper class, and he’s not alone–his cousins, Robb and Arya, and Arya’s beau Gendry Waters also get caught up in the scandal and glamour of the Roaring Twenties.

But will a certain Manhattan debutante, the daughter of his late grandfather’s former business partner Tywin Lannister, make Jon reconsider tradition? Or will he drag a wide-eyed Clara Lannister into the modern age?

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Originally posted by aintthatakick

I was tagged by the lovely @zmediaoutlet to list the first line of my top 20 fics and see if there are any similarities. (Soooo interesting. For a Sam!girl, I sure talk about Dean standing by a pool or the ocean A LOT.)

  1. A cold wind bit at Jensen’s ears as he walked up to T-Rex Vinyl, keys dangling between his fingers. (untitled WIP, J2 AU, explicit)
  2. Sam Campbell leaned back against the parked car and stared up at the sliver of stars that lit up the alley between the two old brick buildings. (All That Matters In The End, Wincest Big Bang to be posted, explicit)
  3. “I think I have a solution to your problems.” (The Sugar Daddy, Swesson, mature).
  4. It was supposed to be a one-night stand. (Different Time, Different Place, Swesson, mature)
  5. The front of the building was nothing special, just plain white granite walls and a small green awning. (Bright Lights and Whiskey Kisses, J2, explicit)
  6. Dean stood with his hands on his hips at the side of the cracked cement pond that passed for a pool in their current motel. (Cracked Cement Pond. Wincest, explicit)
  7. The first time Sam sees him, he’s standing outside a little coffee shop in St Paul.  (Doppelgänger. Samcest, explicit)
  8. “So, you’ve never done this before? Because it’s very important to my client that his dates are… well, more on the innocent side.” (Baiting The Hook. Wincest, explicit)
  9. She moves quietly on bare feet around their room, carrying a mug of steaming coffee with lots of cream and sugar, and sits on a stool by the window where the first rays of sunlight hit the blank white canvas on the easel. (Morning Light, SamxJess, teen)
  10. Dean Smith stood next to the lifeguard tower scanning his side of the Olympic size pool. (Lovers, Soulmates and… Lifeguards? Swesson, teen)
  11. "Oh, so you guys are like the X Files?” (Mountain Climbing, Wincest, teen)
  12. Sitting on that hot and humid New Jersey beach, Dean tried to keep his eyes on the swell of the ocean beyond the break or on the quaint wooden pier jutting out into the water or the badly dressed tourists walking by. (Bomb Pop, Wincest, mature)
  13. Dean pulled himself out of the pool, his palms rubbing against the hot and rough concrete edging. (Fireworks, Wincest, explicit)
  14. The room was quiet when Sam woke up. (Up On The Roof, Wincest, explicit)
  15. Jensen watched from across the green room, his bottle dangling from fingertips, condensation rolling down the green glass sides as the beer got warm. (Sweet Child Of Mine, J2 - WIP, explicit)
  16. Nights in Blue Earth were quiet and dark. (The Things We Leave Behind, Wincest, explicit)
  17. It’s dark and smoky in their dorm room as they sit next to each other on the floor, passing the spliff back and forth, their fingers careful of the delicate rolling paper Brady used. (Deep In My Lungs, SamxBrady, explicit)
  18. “Dude, the answer to everything is not dildos and demonic possession,” Sam said, rolling his eyes as his brother gleefully collected the black and white cards from the center of the table. (Cards Against Humanity, SamxCara, mature)

  19. The wheezing of the motel room’s air conditioner was the first thing Sam heard when he woke up. (The Palest Ink, SamxRuby, explicit)

  20. Dean paused as he raised the beer bottle to his lips. (Crossing The Line, Weecest, mature)

Tagging @samshinechester @adoredean @hideyourdemoneyes @specialcases-soulmates @anotherwinchesterfangirl @withoutaplease @blushingsamgirl @if you haven’t been tagged yet or anyone who wants to do it.

10

I woke in my car in the visitor center parking lot. I gathered my things to hit the first shuttle bus to the Narrows at 6am. I got in line and there was a guy that asked me where I was headed. He asked if I had a walking stick. I hadn’t done any research and took his suggestions to grab my trekking poles. I made it back to the bus just in time. I thanked the kind stranger, who I exchanged contact info with. His name was Shack and he was a traveller from San Francisco. 

I made it to the Narrows and followed a family that was ROLLING. They sped out of my view and I was alone in this massive water filled canyon. After about a mile a buck and a fawn came through, scared and moving quickly. It was such a beautiful experience to be there with them as the light was peaking in with no one around to gawk and point camera flashes at the beautiful creatures. 

Seeing animals and not knowing much about their body language made me really appreciate how expressive humans can be with their facial features and gestures. 

Turned Tables

Getting to Washington Square didn’t take much time, even with the city’s traffic, and Silas knew that. So the extra seven minutes that it took to arrive there from his apartment were purposefully calculated, drawn out. It was just long enough for Matt to start wondering if he was even going to turn up, just enough for the anticipation to linger beneath his skin. Slowing to a stop at a curb, Silas glanced in the rear view mirror to the figure standing a good five feet behind the spot where he had swooped in to put his car in park. He sent a text message to let Matt know he was there, watching in the mirror as the boy glanced up the line of parked cars until locating the black Mercedes. Silas flicked the car’s heater back on just as Matt was opening the passenger door. “Traffic was a nightmare.” He offered by way of explanation of the waiting that Matt had to do. The very quick and easy drive back to his apartment made clear indication of the falseness of that excuse. It occurred to the dark haired male as they made their way up the stairs to the second floor that the last time he had brought Matt into his home, he had been much less conscious. Small details at this point. He unlocked the door slowly, gaze flicking over his shoulder at where the younger boy lingered close to him as he opened it. He wasn’t hurried about the way that he pulled his key from the lock and shut the door again behind them. He didn’t speed up at all as he locked the front door again and removed the beanie from his head to gingerly place it on the hook behind the wall, his car keys discarded shortly after onto the table behind the couch as he brushed passed Matt into the front room. “Are you thirsty, can I get you something to drink?” The offer was casual, though as he half turned from the table behind the couch to look at Matt, the faintly forming smirk on his face indicated something a lot more than that.

h3c70r  asked:

Regarding all the pairings/AU's people post on your page; imagine Jimmy with his window rolled down at the parking booth for the courthouse, animatedly telling Mike about any/all of these stories, getting himself tangled in his seatbelt trying to gesticulate being so excited. Mike listens wordlessly, emotionlessly, until the end. There are ten cars now lined up behind Jimmy. Mike just nods his head up and down slightly and says "Yeah, that'll happen." and pushes the button to let him through.

HOLY SHIT yes i love it. i wanna see that. jimmy just being an excited little puppy dog getting to talk to mike. he tells mike all of his ex-wife stories, like the one that cheated on him with his stepfather. and maybe he didn’t mean to mention any ex boyfriends but it just tumbled out and mike still had no reaction so jimmy took that as a good sign and just kept rambling about how once he dated a guy who could only get off if they fucked in the backseat of the car and how that guy left him for someone with a ferrari

Also oh in the continuing adventures of i fucking hate old people they always leave their damn carts in the middle of the fucking parking lot usually like 20 parking spots away from any other car and 50 from the store so fuck you all for that but no two separate old men pissed me off today i was pushing a line of carts back to the storefront and he had just finished and most people when they see me struggling with a bunch of carts at least have the decency to ask if i can take one more no this dude just fucking silently swear to god without a fucking word pushes his cart directly in front of me and another dude from half the fucking parking lot away tried to get my attention by whistling at me like a fucking dog i hate old people i cannot wait until everyone currently over 60 dies