I chose 5 of my favourite images that I’ve taken in the past few months to sell in my print shop. They’re up now! (andrewknapp.com/prints) Each print is pawtographed and packed with a Momo sticker. I’ve decided that the first 50 sold will receive a one-of-a-kind polaroid of Momo!
It was hard to choose the photos. It’s like answering a question I get asked often “what’s your favourite place you’ve been”. I probably give a different answer every time. Different places hold a different meaning for me. I might tell you that I miss the desert - specifically Santa Rosa, New Mexico - because I absolutely love the history. I’m curious about the stories of people who have seen the city change from its hay days to its dusty present. Or I might be missing friends in the city that raised me and recall the incomparable feeling of community that embodied me while I was there. Hope you’re staying weird, Sudbury. Right now, I’m thinking about the Baja Peninsula in Mexico.
SasuSaku Smut Week Risqué . Title: Unlike Last Time . Summary: They are finally back to the forest of Death. Years have passed since that terrifying experience, and just like the leaves of those tall trees, both of them have changed and matured from their childish forms. . A/N: This will be my only entry for the SS smut week because of the SS month, so I’ll try to write a long, detailed and smutty fic! I’m not good at writing this, but I’m really excited with this idea! Also, if you just want the smut scene, I’m already warning you that I WILL write an entire background story before. I can’t simply write them doing it for nothing. I hope you enjoy it, and please, leave me a Review! .
Note: Sternocleidomastoid is one one the muscles of your neck. Just making it clear because that was something I added because of my love for anatomy XD
. Rated M . . . It has been a long time since they have last visited that haunted place. Years have gone by, seasons have come and gone; and still, nothing seems to have changed.
Lives have ended and started; and yet, stepping into these woods is still as uncomfortable as it used to be when they were younger. The forest of Death is still as frightening as when they first participated in the Chūnin exams, and not even their current ninja status prevents shivers from moving down their spines.
This place is still that same hell-hole forgotten by the gods, and neither of them can understand how the Rakudaime still insisted on using it for the second phase of the examination. Children shouldn’t be left alone in a place like this, and the past has already taught them a good reason why. It’s impossible to prevent what could happen this year, and making sure all the participants get out of there alive cannot be guaranteed at all.
The forest itself is an unpredictable enemy that cannot be forgotten by the participants, and had they taken that in consideration when they first crossed those gates, their first experience on the Chūnin Shiken might have been a little less traumatic than it was.
Had they taken that in consideration years ago, neither of the Uchihas would be apprehensive now, as they infiltrate the deepest parts of that deadly place, following the terrified screams and blood trails in search of the contestants.
The exams have began.
But unlike last time, neither Sasuke nor Sakura are participating. The Uchiha couple, like some of the former rookie 9, is here to simply observe and make sure the forest doesn’t take anymore victims than the ones already taken in the past.
So the FixyMan came and fixed my laptop but not all the documents were fully recovered, so I’ve had to reinvent half this chapter. And meh, I don’t like it. But there you go.
Usual overwritten, overblown crap below:
They didn’t bring him back to the cell after
that, but it wouldn’t have mattered. She knew that James didn’t exist anymore.
He couldn’t. The length of the wipe, the ferocity of his screams, the quality
of the silence that followed, they must have taken it all away. Decades of
catching each fragment of his past, gone. She didn’t think it would be possible
to bring it back.
When they came for her, she was sitting on the
floor, slumped against the cell bars. They opened the door, grabbing her
ungently, their own anger at the mission’s failures leading them to treat her
even more harshly than normal. The cut on her leg began to bleed again, a
trail of drips following her footsteps towards the chamber.
Pierce was gone, briefing the Winter Soldier
on his next mission. The usual bored-looking team of handlers, soldiers, and
technicians, filled the room, this brutal torture mundane to them now. She
stood waiting, uncaring any more about what was going to happen. Until it
began. Then the cries of pain were forced out of her, no matter how hard she
In Paul’s song Little Lamb Dragonfly, the lamb reference originates from another ‘in-joke’, specifically John’s tendency, during jams with the Beatles, to imitate a bleating lamb during the song “Mailman, Bring me no more blues” while also changing the lyric to make it about a lamb. Possibly recognising that this reference directed the sentiments his way, John later borrowed part of the melody in his 1980 Woman, so suggesting he saw the song as a positive part of their conversation. In Little Lamb Dragonfly Paul was pining for his former band mate; stating how much he missed him, was concerned about never seeing him again and accepting there had been right and wrong on all sides. It is perhaps this vulnerable tone that led to the delay in its release, as in 1971 Paul wasn’t yet ready to share those feelings with John.
Not Playing Fair (M) // Im Jaebum + Choi Youngjae (2JAE)
Pairing: Jaebum x Youngjae (2Jae)
Genre: Smut, boys love
Summary; Jaebum and Youngjae in the shower together after dance practice~ Can things get any hotter? I’m dead
This scenario is rated M for mature as it contains smut + slight S+M behaviour.
A/N: A kind reminder that this is a boy x boy fan fiction. So if you’re not into that, don’t read it and don’t flood my inbox with headass homophobic comments bye~
Dragging his feet along the corridor with his bag containing
his belongings, Youngjae walked the short distance from the dance practice room
to the men’s showers. By now, the rest of GOT7 had already showered and since
gone home while Youngjae was set the task of cleaning the practice room and
making sure everything was back in its rightful place – all thanks to Jaebum.
“Asshole” Youngjae cursed under his breath. Jaebum had been
in a foul mood all day – and of course took it out on the first person to
royally piss him off no matter how big or small the offence was. After missing
a few steps to some old choreography, Jaebum lost his infamous temper at the
younger man, telling him that he can stay behind by himself to clean up.
Youngjae didn’t talk back; he knew there was no point in retaliating as everything
would have just ended in tears anyway. So instead, he took whatever Jaebum had
to throw at him in his stride, and just did what he was told to do.
Upon letting himself into the shower room and after removing
his clothes, Youngjae let the shower water cascade over his overheated, sweaty
body – the cold water instantly cooling him down marginally before he swung the
shower curtain in the small cubicle closed.
“Aaaah~ Finally” he breathed out a sigh of relief as he
began squeezing out some body wash and massaging it over his entire body. He
couldn’t wait to just finish up and get back home to snuggle with Coco and just
chill out in general after the shit show of a day he was put through – and a
nice, cold shower was a good way to redeem it.
As he finished up rinsing all of the bubbles lathered by the
shower gel, Youngjae heard what he thought was the sound of the door to the
shower room open and slam suddenly. He stopped, carefully listening for any
sign that someone came in, before shutting the water off to listen further.
Klaine one-shot - “Judging Books by Covers” (Rated PG)
Kurt is running late for school, dropping into the only bookstore in the city that currently has a copy of the one book he’s been searching all over for. Unfortunately, it’s locked in the hands of a handsome man who doesn’t seem all that willing to give it up. (2222 words)
“Uh … excuse, me. I’m sorry,” Kurt says, creeping up on the
man draped over the single bookcase dedicated to musical theater at Unnameable Books – the section Kurt is
currently trying to get to. Kurt did
have something less polite in mind to say considering the man is blocking the
entirety of a 5’ x 5’ section of shelving. Even if he is gorgeous and
built like a CrossFit instructor trapped in the sensible wardrobe of a Harvard
professor (eccentric curly hair and Wayfarer glasses included), that doesn’t
excuse the fact that he’s keeping Kurt from the book that he’s been searching high
and low for for months - impatiently so since he’s already running late for
class. Unnameable Books might be only
a train ride away from his loft in Bushwick, but it’s three trains and a bus
away from NYADA. So Kurt really is in
a rush, and this man’s presence is an extreme
Kurt was more than ready to say so - that is, until Kurt saw
the book the man is reading.
How about my good man Merle now that I finished Taz crying
Good man Merle and my fav non-canonical ship
“For the love of Pan
Merle” Magnus walked in with a stern look on his face, “we’ve been trying to
call you for days!”
“Yea pops, uh—so like…what the fuck.” Taako hissed also
mildly annoyed. Both boys ambushed old man Merle the only other place he’d be
when he wasn’t working on the youth adventurers guild by his manor. He was down
at the coast by Chesneys. His new bar in Bottlenose Cove.
Merle looked up from his seat and smiled a bit, “I swear
this time it was on silent.”
“We took it off silent the last time we visited! Do…do you
not want us to visit anymore?” Magnus frowned a bit, of course out of all of
Merle’s children, biological and not, Magnus was on the sensitive side. Even as
the grown man he was, he was already jutting out a puppy-dog pout.
Sheepishly Merle rubbed the back of his neck and slowly rose
a hand. “Ok…Ok! You got me…I have been avoiding you guys…just a bit, maybe…you
“Ok…ok I dig…so…again, what the FUCK.” Taako repeated
himself with a hand on his hip. “You know we’re all really busy Merle so taking
time to see your old face once in a while is more for you than us. I could be
at work right now instead of luggin’ around spinach puffs.”
“Ooo! You made me spinach puffs, shucks fellas I didn’t know
you missed me so much.”
“Merle we’ve known each other for like…hundred years and
some. We saved the world together, so yeah I think we’d miss you every once and
a while. You know…” Magnus smiled a bit. “Right Taako?”
“Yea I don’t know I-I uh…had this whole heartful spiel I was
going to pull out and try to make half sound like it was real but now I don’t
think I can make it sound 20% real. Its all bullshit if I tried.”
Merle sighed a bit putting his hands up, “Ok, ok look I’m
not avoiding you boys because I don’t want to talk. I’ve been busy, honest.”
“I thought the guild was closed for the season since…the
kids are going back to school.”
“No not the guild…”
Taako rubbed his chin a little, “is it being Earl? Because
I, yes Taako, know a lot about what its like being in a placement of absolute
power. So if you ever need someone to be your sub for Earl, cha’boi is always
up for a little ruling~”
“Taako, being in charge of a group of people is really
important. Because of my backstory I’ve gotta tell you I’ve got a sore spot for
“And because of my lack of shits, I don’t really care—“
“—Taako we’re here for Merle not because you want a power
“—last we spoke we were just going to visit him and he doesn’t
want to be visited, did you even tell him we were coming or did you just “rush
in” and think he was free?”
“I don’t need an invitation to see our dad!”
“Oh boo fuckin’ who don’t come with me with that familial
bullshit, a text would have been fine!”
Taako and Magnus barked back at each other making Merle’s
head ring a little. He was wearing his good Hawaiian shirt and summer shorts
and did not expect to be bombarded by his grown, adopted sons. He pinched the
bridge of his nose and finally felt himself snap. “I’m meeting Davenport.” He
sighed, grabbing his glass and taking a long sip of his drink.
“Wha?” Magnus and Taako just looked him over and realized
slowly…Merle was dressed up. He had a bowtie made of two ivy leaves and in the
knotted center was a daisy. His beard was combed, hair up, new shirt and he
actually smelled like something remotely clean other than dirt and wine.
“Oh shit…Merle…are you…dating?”
“Wait…DAD YOU’RE DATING CAPTAINPORT?!”
Merle winced a little, “Long distance…mostly…Davenport has
been…you know finding himself and seeing the world now that he’s not just
yellin’ his name out like a pocket monster. So I didn’t want to bug him.” Merle
glanced at the glass. “But as time went on, hunger being gone and we’re all
rebuilding our lives I’ve had a lot of time to be around my kids and remember some
of stuff we didn’t get to remember before and I was thinkin, since Davenport
and I had something 100 years back…”
“…WAIT YOU WERE DATING CAPTAINPORT?! WHERE WAS I?” Magnus grabbed
at his sideburns in pure, screaming exclamation.
“My guess?” Taako eyed him up for a second and shrugged. “Dead.”
Magnus nodded, there wasn’t really disputing that logic. One point for Taako.
“Look I’m just…you know I’m not getting any younger. And
with the adventuring slowing down, the kids are back with their mom for school…I’ve
been lonely and not the kind that goes away with shits and giggles I mean…I’m
just lonely.” Merle looked down and smiled softly. “I haven’t dated in a long
time…and Davenport and I have just been talking while he’s been overseas. I don’t
even think this can work…”
“Merle…” Magnus’s eyes grew a bit softer. Their old man just
wanted to have a companion. Someone to share these adventuring days with,
Magnus and Taako could get behind that idea.
“Who am I kiddin, I’m just some ol’ coot. A memory…Davenport’s
been all over the world by now. How do I hold up to that?”
“He’s got a point.” Taako added in getting a nudge from
Magnus. “What? I’m not gonna-uh, uh lie to him. Davenport’s been all over the world
there is a good chance coming home to Merle isn’t high on his list…but there is
a good chance it is.” He placed a hand on Merle’s shoulder. “Ya know, I don’t..uh
have much experience because, nat, I’m super loved by everyone but if he really
“Yea dad, there isn’t a cooler dude out there…well other
than the Powerbear he was pretty cool.”
“Yea…yeah he was I miss him.”
Merle chuckled a bit relaxing for only a moment when the
doors to the bar opened and a soft voice carried into the building. “Merle?”
Davenport looked over at the bar, holding what looked like a bouquet of
flowers. Magnus and Taako slowly made themselves scarce as Merle turned and
motioned Davenport over. From the look of their faces, the smiles they shared
and the way Davenport reached for Merle’s hand. The world paled in comparison
to what a hundred years of waiting had made.
Summary: you and Remus haven’t seen each other since leaving Hogwarts for the summer holidays and when you finally get to spend some time alone, he confesses a surprise to you.
A/N: Okay so this is the first thing I’ve written in a while and is the first imagine I’ve written on here, so please forgive me. This was originally supposed to be a blurb from a prompt given to me by a friend for a first kiss between the reader and Remus but I was watching friends while I started brainstorming what to write and I ended up using a prompt from the show.(in the episode where it’s Thanksgiving and Chandler gets mad at Monica and to make up for it, she puts a turkey on her head and dances around to cheer him up.) Anyway if you haven’t seen the episode I highly recommend it, it’s hilarious. Anyway, I hope you like it :)
Remus and yourself had been friends for as long as you could remember. You knew about his lycanthropy and had for some time now. You were one of the only people that Remus was fully comfortable around, other than his three trouble making, partners in crime. Before you both came to Hogwarts, you often kept in touch and visited during holidays, but after you were both sorted into Gryffindor you became almost inseparable. The bond you had was growing and over the years developed into a beautiful relationship. It wasn’t until 5th year that the marauders convinced Remus to ask you on a date, on which you spent the day sitting by the lake with a picnic full of food that James and Sirius nicked from the kitchens.
so this is my first fanfic on here and I hope you guys like it! Basically takes place around a month after 1x13 and is just some Bughead smut really. My ultimate goal for their first scene in season 2 lol x
So it’s a bit long sorry and like I said smut you have been warned haha
It was a dreary Friday afternoon. The halls of Riverdale
High seemed to have transgressed into an even duller shade of grey, rivalling
the clouds outside. Betty sighed as her
eyes drifted to the clock behind the teacher’s desk, willing the hands to move
faster. The usually attentive blonde was barely tuned in; the teacher’s voice a
humming in the background fading into a symphony of tapping pens, restless
feet, and quiet chatter.
Her eyes scanned the room as she slumped in her seat- a
rarity after being raised with indoctrination of the importance of correct
posture- taking in the other patrons of the room. Ethel was to her left idly
taking notes, while Veronica on her right was texting behind the guise of her
text book. Archie was a row in front of her jotting what Betty presumed to be
lyrics in a notepad, while Kevin was next to him probably texting Veronica. She
sighed again, deflating as her heart ached a little at the missing piece. Jughead was at Southside High, probably
staring down hallways greyer than these, softened against the harsh leather
that plagued the school but dull none the less.
Betty understood why he went. He didn’t have much of a
choice, but she respected that he was content with what had played out. These people,
the Serpents and the Southside community had accepted him without a second thought,
welcomed him before they knew him and offered unwavering support and
protection. A family. It was something the people on this side of town had
never done. It was something even his oldest and closest friends had failed to
deliver on many times. It was something he had only ever found in her and as
much as that warmed her heart and made her feel special, she knew that he
needed it in something else too; now more than ever.
The piercing shrill of the bell intruded Betty’s reverie and
she jumped slightly in her seat, making a mental note of the homework the
teacher was now rattling off for the weekend before hastily gathering her
things. Kevin was by her side immediately.
“Is it just me or is everything particularly mundane this
Friday?” the sharp tongued boy asked her, shaking his head. Betty laughed
lightly nodding in agreement.