knives are cool

Some facts about Robert!

…Small. whom I love very much

  • Likes pineapple on pizza
  • sits through the movie credits and thanks every crew member individually
  • Prefers Whiskey, but occasionally drinks fruity white wine because its “refreshing and delicious”. dont judge him (id never)
  • likes to whittle and has tons of little scars on his hands because of it (hence the enthusiasm for knives. also because knives are cool, i mean. come on)
  • Thinks Mothman is bullshit (the Dover Ghost is totally legit tho)
  • Has a dog called Betsy (a fearsome hound)

thank you for your attention

I have very few heroes. A couple of months back I learned that a man whose guitar-making philosophy  I revere had passed away. I’d never met him in person, only absorbed his ethos through articles and an interview, but his ideas profoundly shifted my perspective on the essence of craft and workmanship. When I had my storefront repair shop I had a framed picture of his hands at work holding a chisel on the wall above my bench.

Today I met one of his daughters, who brought some of his wood stockpile to sell, part of settling his estate, along with some of his tools.  Most of the knives and saws and cool toys were already gone, but I found these. A little miter guide for cutting rosette tiles, and something really esoteric that few people outside the craft would recognize - a tiny scaffold with a violin peg running through it.  It’s used with a length of fishing line to winch tight cleats inside a guitar body from the outside to reinforce cracks in inaccessible places. Old school repair technology.

Care was taken in making them, I can see the rapid but sure way he eased the sharp corners. The screws that hold the box together are very old. There are scars from chisel chopping. Traces of use. Vestiges of work.  I paid her $10 for things I can make myself, but these  have a deep and indefineable meaning.

roundtable rival // star lord

a/n: everyone needs a little peter quill in their lives ;)

Listen to this while you read: www.youtube.com/watch?v=jvipPY…


LOCATION - The distant planet of Tulsa.




Peter slowly makes his way into the legendary saloon. Inside, it is filled with people dancing, arguing, drinking and watching the most interesting part of the saloon. Unlike other saloons, this one features a giant arena that is home to many fights. He weaves his way through the people, trying to get to the sidelines. He is exactly on time, and if everything goes to plan, he will soon be in that arena.

Y/n L/n stands up and brushes off her coat.  Underneath, she’s wearing a simple leather vest, tight black leather pants and sturdy combat boots.  She’s got a heavy lineup tonight of people to fight, and she’s fully prepared. After all, this is what she was trained to do.

She squints as she steps into the arena. She has never gotten used to the blinding lights.  The crowd roars and cheers for her, and she throws her arms above her head.  She smiles her trademark grin and waves to the audience.  She throws off her coat and saunters to the middle.

Her first opponent was easy. He took about 3 minutes to finish off, and she even went easy on him.  The second one was, if anything, even easier than the first. She took her time on this one, drawing it out to give the audience a good show.

Peter watched her with a strange fascination, wondering how she got here. She wasn’t always the ruthless fighter that she was now. Once upon a time, she fought on his side, right with him. They were Starlord and Y/n.  Quite the terrifying pair of outlaws. She wasn’t his rival, she wasn’t hired by one of the men he hates most, she certainly didn’t hate him, and her mind certainly wasn’t altered to make her forget almost everything about him.

She shakes the dirt off of her hands, preparing for the next opponent. The third man walks into the arena. He is much taller than her, and has a long gash running down his face. She stands up a little straighter, and prepares to start. He runs toward her and lands a punch solidly in her stomach.  She stumbles back and glares at him. She grits her teeth and kicks his feet out from under him. He has no time to react, and he falls onto the ground.  She bats her eyelashes.
“Oops”
He stands up and growls at her.
“You nasty little rat!”
She giggles and continues to dodge his punches. It isn’t long before she finally wins this match as well.

She’s gone through every single one of her opponents, and she has won every single time. She holds up her fists and spins around, relishing the cheers of the audience.

The announcer asks if there is anyone who is willing to challenge her.

No one responds at first.

Then, Peter stands up.

“I am willing.”

Y/n’s jaw drops.

Peter walks over the the doors of the arena and flings them open.  He walks over to the middle, glaring at Y/n.

“What the hell are you doing here?” hisses Y/n.  “I wasn’t supposed to see you ever again!”

“Darlin’, you know me. I just can’t stay away.”

Y/n spits at his feet.



She takes a few steps back and reaches down for her knives. She’s not taking any chances with this one.

Her heart is beating faster than usual.  She simply blames it on adrenaline.

The announcer signals for them to start, and she’s already moving. She’s punching, kicking and dodging, but it’s getting harder and harder for her to keep up. Peter was always the one person who could really get to her. It was almost like he knew exactly what she was thinking.

Soon, he has her cornered.

“Just admit defeat already. You don’t need to do this anymore!”

“Of course I do! I can’t lose or I’ll get in trouble. You know how it works!”

He sees the pain in her eyes, the fear that she tries to conceal so often.

He’s got her arms pinned above her head, knives useless. She’s writhing under him, trying to get free. She shoves her knee into his groin, ducks and rolls away. She screams at him, telling him how he just doesn’t understand. She lands a kick to his abdomen and growls.

There’s no way in hell she’s losing this fight to him.

He kicks back this time, right in her pelvis.  She whimpers in pain and steps back.  He continues to punch and kick until he’s got her pinned down on the ground. He’s sitting on top of her, thinking that she’s won. She lays limp for a minute, and then pulls her legs up around him. She flips him over,  and pulls out her knife. She could kill him right this moment. She should kill him right this moment. After all, that is what she is expected to do to people that the announcer hates.  She pulls her arm back.  

The announcer yells at her. He tells her to just do it already. That she knows what will happen if she doesn’t.


Her hand shakes.

Peter smiles sadly.

“Just do it.”

She puts the tip of the knife against his chest.

She looks into Peter’s eyes.

She can’t read them.

She reaches out to stroke his face, suddenly remembering everything.

She stands up and turns to the announcer.

“You did this to me! You turned me into a MONSTER!”

She throws her knife at him, knowing it will hit her target.

She turns around and holds her hand out to Peter.

He smirks and takes it.

“I knew you’d come around eventually.”

She punches him in the stomach.

“Jesus, you don’t have to punch me anymore!”

Together, they walk out of the arena.

They are no longer rivals.

Heith Week Day 4: Dreams/Reality

For this prompt I wanted to share a soulmate AU that I thought of, but don’t have the time to develop into a full fan fiction. So in this AU people have vivid dreams about their soulmate every now and then, until they finally meet in real life. So Keith usually has these pleasant, domestic dreams about Hunk…

Meanwhile Hunk has these weird dreams about Keith that he doesn’t even associate with what are supposed to be his “soulmate dreams” because of their bizarre nature. He figures they’re reoccurring nightmares from some childhood trauma or something.

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anonymous asked:

The Wammy Boys finding out their S/O is good at throwing knives?

L: L would find it interesting and maybe a tad bit sexy. He would be interested in watching his s/o throw knives at random things, and would even challenge her sometimes by setting up apples in random, difficult places just to test her skills. She would hit her mark every time (and Ryuk would almost pass out due to the fact that they were wasting so many precious apples).

Mello: Mello would find it incredibly sexy, and would constantly begin asking her to throw knives at anything and everything she wanted. He could sit down and watch her for hours. Mello would be the most excited of the boys.

Matt: Matt wouldn’t really care all that much. I mean obviously he’d find it cool that she was good at it, but he wouldn’t really bring it up too much. 

Near: Near wouldn’t really show that he cared that much about it, but he would think it was pretty cool and he would even bring it up sometimes when talking about his s/o to other people. He might ask to see it once or twice, just to see how good they were at it. 

-S

hey look! another unnecessarily long hc post!! as always blame @manonblaxkbeak but also pray for her i sent her nearly 100 (one. hundred.) messages about this

here we go

Six of Crows Modern/Zombie Apocalypse AU!!! 

The basics: Five homeless kids working B&E jobs for the local gangs in NYC and a rookie cop band together in the aftermath of a bioterror attack on the the major cities of the country. They decide to flee the country to escape the infected areas, but the entire plan goes to shit and they make some new friends and a helluva lot more enemies on the way to finding a cure to the virus and way out of the country.

  • Kaz: a brooklyn boy who showed up seemingly out of nowhere in the world of new york gangs, but quickly makes a name for himself with his ruthless efficiency. Fearless Leader, as always. He is safe cracker and strategist extraordinaire. he organizes hits on supply storage of survivalist camps and uses a bow staff to beat off zombies. he wears a brace on his leg that he fashioned sheaths to for two long ass daggers, also for zombie destroying.
  • Inej: stolen by a human trafficking ring she escaped upon landing in the states and started up with the gangs to make money to get back home. the spy, the scout. she sneaks into camps and finds out what theyre hiding where. she uses two big ass swords and has all the knives. so many knives. she never runs out. she decapitates zombies and intimidates any other survivors by being Very Pointy.
  • Nina: an illegal immigrant from russia who fled after the authorities put out a warrant for her arrest on the grounds of “homosexual acts” (”what the fuck? i’m bi. they could at least get my sexuality right if theyre going to imprison me for it”). she is the face of the operation, she is beautiful and amazing and she knows how to work diplomatically to get what they need through bartering and trade. also i don’t care if its impractical, she uses brass knuckles because theyre badass and fashionable. she also has one of those snap out metal core batons for beating people off and a machete for chopping off zombie heads.
  • Jesper: an accounting major with a gambling problem who took up gang work to pay for school. he has his signature pistols, but i am a strong believer in melee weapons in the event of a zombie apocalypse because ammo runs out, dudes, so my boy has throwing knives and a slingshot (fight me they’re actually really cool). Him and inej bond over their cool knives. He’s got those badass rainbow ceramic ones that he always had on him in case there were ever metal detectors when they were casing a place. 
  • Wylan: he’s still their resident explosives expert, a master of being cute and using household materials to make pipe bombs, fertilizer bombs, molotov cocktails, shrapnel grenades, etc. Wylan got kicked out for similar reasons to canon, his father is a UN rep and working with the CDC (idk man i don’t know how these things work just roll with it) after the outbreak. also he doesnt play the flute he plays the harmonica because i think harmonicas are cool, theyre smaller and less fragile than flutes, and it’d be really funny if he played it if they were ever stuck in holding at a precinct
    • just imagine jesper: “ayye boy what that mouth do ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ”
    • wylan: “play cotton eyed joe” *sick harmonica solo*
  • Kuwei: my brilliant boy is chemistry prodigy who went with his dad to family day at the CDC but then everything went to shit, a bioweapon was released, he missed his tinder date, and now he’s a hostage being used as incentive for his father to further develop this bioweapon released to create more zombies and spread to other countries. He super didn’t ask for any of this, especially when his dad got sick himself and died and he had to take over making increasingly aggressive strands. Pretty please message me if you are interested in my theories on the creation of zombies. I have ideas. 
  • Matthias: a rookie cop back from one tour with the special forces after some disciplinary issues regarding protecting refugees and going AWOL. He’s put on a task forced focused on gang activity and he’s been chasing this group of kids his damn age for over a year now and how the hell are they so good at what they do??? He’s chasing them when the outbreak happens and in order to escape a zombie horde ends up running off with them to find shelter. he’s an excellent shot and strategist, also known for physically tossing zombies like a fucking amateur mma fighter this boy is jacked ok he fills out that uniform like a stripper cop and Nina is most definitely Here For It

Miscellaneous plot ideas!

  • Pekka is a sleazy businessman who had jordie killed in front of kaz by some dirty cops while he was getting carted off to juvie for some work they were doing (he never made it to processing). 
  • They hole up in a hospital and find patient records - this is how they start to figure out the outbreak’s origin.
  •  The kids have are trying to leave the country through the CDC base since thats the only place with functioning travel. 
  • Kuwei is saved once they find out who he is while theyre sneaking around the base, Inej is taken in the process trying to protect him. 
  • The Dime Lions are basically the national guard.
  •  Matthias and Nina met when he helped her when she arrived in America, he knew she wasn’t here legally and barely spoke english but after a few weeks she picked it up fast, and disappeared with a bunch of his cash.