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ultra-firelily  asked:

Any predictions/headcanons so far on what Lotor's relationship with his generals is like? He's very obviously their leader, but he also seems to have a great deal of respect for each one. Do you think that they have any personal connection with each other? Like, do they sometimes joke around when not on a mission? And are the generals aware on some level of Lotor's trauma and want to help him with it?

I think Lotor and his generals are going to get along very well, actually.

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anonymous asked:

My aunt snuck onto Glenn Danzig's tour bus in the 80's when she was 16... she was stupid and silly. But, he caught her and her friend and instead of being mean and rude he actually talked to her very calmly about how dangerous it was. Something along the lines of "I've seen what groupies go through with certain guys in rock n roll, and you're lucky I'm letting you off easy." She always took his message to heart and tells us all the time about it so we didn't repeat her mistake. Live and learn!

Okay number ONE Glenn being a woke treasure has made my entire year!

Number TWO even if he had done something with your aunt and her friend it would 100% not have been either of their faults. Even if they did sneak on the bus and even if they were standing stark naked in front of him. I want all people to know that. It’s the adult’s responsibility to say no, just like Glenn did, and know the difference between right and wrong. if an adult takes advantage of your trust or their position of power EVEN IF YOU ASKED FOR IT OR THOUGHT IT WAS WHAT YOU WANTED, IT’S NOT RIGHT AND YOU DID NOTHING WRONG. 

thank you for sharing! 

Happy holiday season! May your days be smutty and bright!

“What did I tell you.”

“Shut up.”

Remus toed his shoes off, “No, what did I tell you?”

Sirius closed his eyes, the rain sounding more like hail on the windows, the cars with not-crappy tires whizzing past them from their place on the shoulder of the road, “Shut. Up.”

Remus put his feet up on the dashboard and popped a potato chip into his mouth, shrugging, “I said it was gonna rain, that’s all. I said it was going to rain, and what did you say again?”

Sirius pinched the bridge of his nose.

Remus cocked his head to the side, “What was that?”

“I said it wasn’t going to rain, okay? Shut up.”

Remus put his hands up, smirking, “Alright, alright.”

They listened to a clap of thunder roll across the sky.

“You know, any old person would be saying ‘I told you so’ right now.”

Sirius looked at Remus with a sarcastic smile, “Well, aren’t you valiant then.”

Remus grinned back, “A bit, yes.”

Sirius groaned, slumping in his seat until his knees were crunched up against the steering wheel, “We’re going to be here for hours. Fuck.”

“We have potato chips.”

Sirius rested his cheek against his knees, his voice coming out slightly muffled, “You’re eating all the potato chips.”

Remus rolled his eyes but smiled, crinkling the bag closed and throwing it at his feet, “Oh, come here.”

Sirius pressed his face fully into his knees, “No.”

Remus laughed, reaching cross the center console to try and tug Sirius towards him, “Come here.

Sirius groaned.

“Why?” Remus laughed.

Sirius took his face out from the fabric of his sweatpants just long enough to glower at Remus, “Because you’re just too valiant.”

“Jesus Christ Pads, come here.”

Sirius allowed himself to be pulled, rather uncomfortably, into Remus’ lap, glowering the entire time.

His stare only melted a little at the feeling of Remus’ warm fingers running under his layers of jacket, sweatshirt, and t-shirt, fingers sliding over his rib cage. Remus dug his fingers in slightly, pulling Sirius closer, “I know a way to pass the time.”

Sirius tried his best to keep his front up, “Do you?”

Remus leaned forward, taking Sirius’ bottom lip gently between his teeth. He grinned, “Uhuh…” Sirius’ breathing hitched as Remus’ teeth dug into his skin a little harder for a moment, before he released it, “You might want to loose the glower though… I think you might like it.”

Sirius gaze melted at the mischievous smile on Remus’ face, “Well, what did you have in mind?”

Remus grinned, and Sirius let out a yelp as they were jolted backwards. Remus had flattened the seat out.

“God-“ Sirius laughed, hands falling on either side of Remus’ head, supporting himself, “Little warning next timph-“

Remus’ kiss was hot and hard, lips working slowly over Sirius’ as his palms slid, warm and dry on his skin, and for a moment everything but the constant patter of rain on the windows was whited out. Sirius let himself fall into it, back arching against his hands and chests pressing together. Remus spread his legs suddenly, knocking Sirius’ knees out from under him so that they fell together.

“Jesus..” Sirius panted, eyes slipping closed as Remus’ mouth dragged from his pulse point, the place they had slipped to when Sirius had fallen, along his jawline. It left a cool trail when warm lips were replaced with chilly air. Remus laughed breathlessly, hand moving between them, fingers hooking over the elastic waist of Sirius’ sweatpants for a moment before slipping his hand inside.

Sirius opened his eyes. His chest tingled with each rapid beat of his heart, all sparked by RemusRemusRemus; the look on his face as he watched each of Sirius’ reactions to the movements of his hands, his touch.

Sirius sucked in a sharp breath, letting a small sound escape, and tucked his face into Remus’ neck at a particularly perfectly aimed stroke of Remus’ thumb, “Re..”


Sirius opened his mouth to speak but just ended up sucking gently on Remus’ pulse point instead. He pressed his hand to Remus’ lower stomach in place of words, just above the button of his jeans. His fingers felt too clumsy to ever get it undone— definitely not with Remus’ hand in his pants and breath on his neck— and he ended up just letting out a frustrated noise.

Remus laughed softly, “Having trouble?”

Sirius just shot him a look and roughly pushed up his thick, gray sweatshirt, still rain-speckled from their earlier run to the car. Remus’ white t-shirt came with it, and he threw the two clothing items into the drivers seat. His hands moved back to Remus’ pants but Remus captured both of Sirius’ palms in one of his.

He smirked, “First you.”

Sirius opened his mouth to protest, but was cut short with a gasp as Remus sat up suddenly, pushing Sirius’ jumper up, mouth instantly latching onto his chest. Sirius let his head loll back, his eyes slip shut, as Remus wound his arms around Sirius’ newly bared waist tightly. His lips were soft and slow against the dip in the middle space where Sirius’ ribcage met. Sirius allowed himself to revel in the touch for a moment before he started fidgeting, squirming to get out of the the sweatshirt that suddenly felt all too warm.

They laughed stupidly when Sirius got stuck for a moment, and Remus instantly tilted his chin up to capture Sirius’ lips, only they were almost smiling too much.

“Here,” Remus mumbled against his mouth. He held Sirius tightly with one arm, the other reaching forward to fiddle with the heat, “you warm enough?”

Sirius nodded, nose bumping Remus’, and guided his hand back around him, fingers tilting his chin back towards him.

“‘m warm.” He mumbled quietly, before kissing Remus like Remus had kissed him: hotly and fierce.

Remus’ response was almost instant, his body reacting like electricity to Sirius’. His hands were instantly in his hair, and then on his chest, then tugging at his pants. Sirius’ fingers finally accomplished undoing Remus’ jeans. They broke the kiss for only a moment, Sirius pushing Remus roughly backwards onto the flattened seat, Remus arching his hips off the seat so Sirius could slide the denim from his legs. Remus had an easier time removing the cotton sweatpants, groping Sirius’ bare arse while he was at it.

Sirius muffled a laugh against Remus’ neck and fell against his chest again, mouths colliding messily. He gasped as their bare skin touched, heat against heat, hips knocking together.


Sirius shuttered when Remus’ breath hit his neck as he muttered the curse. Remus’ hands dug into Sirius’ arse, pulling their bodies tighter together. Sirius spread his legs a little, knees against Remus’ hips, feet pressing against the center console and passenger door for leverage.

The moment he started rocking, the moment he saw Remus’ face, he thought he was a goner. The slide of their cocks was slightly awkward, bumping a little, but heaven. Sirius reached up to grab the shoulder of the passenger seat, needing something to hold onto, as he watched Remus’ eyes slip closed and draw his lip between his teeth.

“Jesus Pads…” The nickname sent sparks up Sirius’ spine. Remus’ hands tight on his hips sent jolts of static electricity through him. His hips jolted more sporadically now, slightly more desperate for the building friction. He mere image, the weight of their bodies moving together, was almost too much.

Sirius gripped the seat tighter when he felt Remus’ nails dig into the fragile skin of his hips. He let a small sound escape as Remus too started moving his hips, bucking up as Sirius pushed down, and nearly increasing the friction tenfold. Remus let out a soft noise at the same time he did at this revelation and was suddenly pushing himself onto his elbows, then all the way so their chests were pressed together, cocks held tight between them. Sirius let his head drop onto Remus’ shoulder, cheek to skin, breath fanning across Remus’ neck as he continued to hump his hips forward in time with their panting breaths. He felt Remus press kisses to his neck, his shoulder, anywhere he could reach without putting a single inch of distance between them.

“So fucking good, Pads…” He was breathless, arms tight around Sirius, “So good, c’mon, keep going… please..” He added the please like an after thought, like he didn’t know he was saying it out loud.

Remus’ pleas made Sirius’ breath catch in his throat, the soft murmurs of please and his name in his ear spurring him on to the point where his nails dug into Remus’ back and the tension was almost too much and not enough at the same time. He huffed into Remus’ neck and moved to pull back— only Remus got the message too quickly. Remus’ hand was between them in an instant, wrapping around both of them together and moving a little desperately.

“Re-“ Sirius’ hands went to his hair, threading his fingers through the tousled strands. He couldn’t seem to still his hips against Remus’ skin, “Remus, fuck- yes- God, yes-“

And Remus let out a choked moan and Sirius was finished, gone. He felt Remus’ forehead fall into his shoulder so that their bodies were almost completely intertwined, white heat painting their chests between them. He gasped for air and was only further surrounded by Remus, warm and musky and homehomehome.

Sirius’ breathing was shuddery as it slowed, his lungs and heart trying to match each other’s pace. He could feel Remus’ heart doing the exact same thing, fighting to matching his breaths. Sirius let all of his muscles relax into Remus’ chest, and Remus took the hint, laying them back down against the seat. Sirius let his eyes slip closed, re-opening one briefly when he felt Remus shift slightly, but it was only so he could pull both their sweatshirts of them as a sort of makeshift blanket.

“Good?” He asked quietly as he tried to cover Sirius’ quickly cooling body as best he could.

Sirius hummed contently, tracing his finger tips along Remus’ collar bone. Remus let his head rest back, pushing his fingers under the sweatshirts to rest on the warm skin of Sirius’ back.

“Pretty good idea I had then?”

Sirius hummed again.

“I mean, I know I said I wouldn’t say this but-”

Sirius didn’t open his eyes, “Don’t.”

“I told you-“

“You’re ruining a perfectly good moment.”

Remus pulled Sirius closer, pressing a kiss to his forehead, “This is still a perfectly good moment…”

Sirius didn’t have the energy to fight back and sunk back into to Remus’ chest with nothing but a light hit to his arm.

“…I just had to get it off my chest.”


This is all a game.

Okay, so besides all the homicidal maniacs, what’s Jack’s YouTube channel known for? Sure, he’s known for his loudness, his humble nature, his consistency and everything along those lines. But let’s look past that and simply view the bigger picture.

Jack is a gamer. Done. Dusted. Ta-da, mystery solved. He just plays games for a living, and people enjoy it.

Anti likes to play games too.

Anti understands that gameplay is a massive thing in Jack’s channel, obviously, and he knows we’re there to see Jack’s glorious reactions to each and every one he plays. Anti knows what we like.

So, maybe, he wants us to be the ones to play this time.

Halloween was a case of Jack vs Anti - two sides of the same coin fighting against each other for control. But things have changed. We embraced Anti and welcomed him.

And after a while, we forgot about him. His comeback at PAX was extraordinary, but he highlighted what we all needed to remember; he was pissed. He was annoyed. Because we focused on Jack, not him, and we focused on other things.

Now we’re targets too. Now we’re playing the final game.

“You could have stopped me.”
“It’s all your fault!”
“What do you think?”

He’s making us choose. He’s done with us being in the background, controlling what he does. He’s been reborn; he’s patient, knows what he’s doing. He’s returned; this time, he’s the puppet master.

His actions are based on our decisions. Chase being evil? The answer of “what do you think” was Anti throwing it back at us. What do we choose?

Because here’s the thing; if this is one big game, then we’re playing for Jack’s life. And in games like these, there are sacrifices.

Do we save Chase and risk losing Jack to a monster inside his own head? Or do we leave Chase behind and have a greater chance of saving the green bean?

We pushed at Chase Brody, making theories, even making blogs. And now he’s in danger; a fallen hero. Lucifer used to be an angel: God’s right hand man.

Then he was corrupted. And he fell into Hell where demons ruled the plain.

It’s up to us to decide whether we can get him out. It’s up to us whether Anti has been reborn, or is returning. It’s up to us to save Jack’s life at the end of whatever grand scheme this leads up to; the final level of a twisted game we’ve been playing since October.

It’s always been up to us. It’s always been our fault.

I’ve said it before; I’ll say it again. Our community needs to join together.

For as hard as it may be…we’ve got decisions to make.

@fear-is-nameless @marielgum @lum1natrix @hufflepufftrax @anti-support-group @chase-brody-protection-squad

witchyhoney  asked:

is the clothes sharing tag due for an update? thank u sm

it sure is

It Was About Being You by writingonpostcards (1/1 | 6,961 | PG13)

Derek goes missing and when Stiles finds him, he’s without his memories.
He can’t let Derek out of his sight though. Not now that he’s right there in front of Stiles, within touching distance, for the first time in almost a week. “Derek, please, just let me get you to the loft at least.”
“What do you mean, ‘no’?”
“I’ll walk myself into town.”
“Sure. But you’re going the wrong way.”
Derek furrows his brow and looks along the road. “I suppose… I don’t know which way to go.” His voice is small. “I can’t remember.”

One Up! by FiccinDylan (9/9 | 20,208 | NC17)

When Stiles wakes up in a precarious position one morning at Derek’s house, an offhanded comment from the wolf sets off a titillating tet-a-tet between the two. How far will the boys be willing to go to “one-up” each other?

Like What You See? by cloudyskiesandcurlyfries (1/1 | 1,691 | NR)

Stiles and Derek have to pretend to be together while attending a werewolf conference. Also Derek’s red thumbhole sweater makes an appearance

I Just Want You For My Own (More Than You Could Ever Know) by yodasyoyo (4/4 | 16,062 | PG13)

“What is with that sweater, dude?”

Derek ducks his head to look at it, abashed. “Uh- Mrs Hernandez knitted it for me. It’s an early Christmas gift.” He smooths it down self-consciously.

Stiles cocks an eyebrow.

“What? She’s my neighbor and sometimes I-” Derek trails off. Stiles’ other eyebrow rises to join the first, and Derek sighs. “Sometimes I help her carry her groceries.“

Of course he does. One day maybe Stiles will stop being in love with Derek Hale, but today is not that day.

being stiles stilinski's little sister would include...

Requested: yes, I changed the original request from twin sister to little sister so I could expand on the idea more


  • You two would be the closest siblings in Beacon Hills
  • You’re also the siblings that are always bickering with one another
  • You guys would sneak out one night and drag Scott along to look for a dead body in the woods
  • Your dad would be pissed when he found out and pin the blame on Stiles because he wouldn’t believe that his little angel would have any interest in a decomposing body

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reoccuring feelings - simon minter imagine

Originally posted by sidemen-gifs

requested; yes ( by @hoodminter )

warnings; nuppp

pairing; simon x reader

word count; 681 words

“what is up guys and welcome back to another video.”

to say that filming this video was going to be awkward, was an understatement. i was currently seated in the bedroom of my ex boyfriend, simon, filming one of the most awkward and uncomfortable videos to ever be filmed and put on the internet.

“today i’m here with a very special guest.” he stated before looking over at me.

“hi, its (y/n).” i introduced quietly.

the both of us paused awkwardly, letting the silence over take the atmosphere. the silence was broken but simon clearing his throat before he began to speak again. 

“and today we’re making a video to clear the air and to just… reminisce about the past and yeah.” 

i nodded along in agreement before taking over. 

“so basically, we’re going to have a ‘lightening round’ in which i’m going to ask some questions in the space of one minute that he has to answer. and then were gonna hop under the cover, cuddle a little and reminisce the good old days.” i explained, anxiously twiddling my thumbs around each other.

as i took my phone out of my back pocket, i could feel simon glancing at me. 

“are you sure you’re okay with this?” he asked, eyebrows raised.

i simply nodded in response, watching him take his own phone out. i brought up; the questions i had written down earlier, waiting for him to start the timer.

“right, so i have around 12 questions.” i said to the camera, “so lets see how many we manage to get through and how many you can get right.” i smiled, licking my lips before Simon started the timer.

“right, what was my favourite flavour of ice cream?”

“chocolate.” he asnwered confidently.

“okay, settle down with the cockiness.” i teased. “what was the name of the plush pup you bought for me for out 8 month anniversary?”

simon stopped to think for a moment before a blank expression drew acorss his face. he’d forgotten.

i scoffed slightly, cocking my eyebrow as i looked at him. 

“it wasn’t even that long ago.” i said, tapping my phone impatiently. 

he looked slightly guilty, never the less he answered incorrectly. 

“nope, when’s my birthday.” i continued.

“oh thats an easy one. (y/b/d).”

the questions continued until the one minute timer went off, signalling to stop asking questions. 

“well, to say the least you did shit.” i laughed, looking up at him before realising he was already smiling down at me. my breath hitched in my throat, quickly looking away and hopping up from the couch. i could feel the heat rushing to my cheeks, turning to look over at his bed. 

simon picked up the tripod, fixing it to ange at him bed. i hopped onto his bed and slid under the covers, snuggling into the mattress. simon hit record before hopping in behind me and spooning.

“this was always our favourite position.” he whispered cheekily, causing me to gasp and turn my body a little bit to hit his shoulder. 

simon took the lead this time, explaining that we were now going to look through old photos and talk about why we broke up.

“althought most of you already know why we broke up, for those of you that dont, we broke up due to some rumours and shit that was going on. and the both of our schedules weren’t matching so we called a quits.” he explained. 

my heart sunk,i had almost forgotten why we had broken up. i can remember the day so clearly.

simon pulled up some photos on his tv screen, flicking through them with the remote.

“i remember that day!” i squealed, a large smile spread across my face. “that was the day you fake proposed to me just to get free desserts.” i laughed, his shortly following mine. 

“and then later we got free movie vouchers as an ‘engagement gift.’“ he continued. 

just as i looked up at him he looked down at me. his eyes flickered from mine to then my lips. 

“please kiss me.”

anonymous asked:

What about the RFA + Unknown seeing MC's big scar, and she got it because she protected them during a dangerous accident or something??

Oh goodness 
These are gonna be after everyone’s good/after endings so spoilers ^^
Also this is going into how MC got the scars, and it’s in the second person POV, so I trigger warning for getting hurt I suppose? Not sure how to tag that. If there’s anything you want me to tag it as, let me know! 
OKAY so Seven isn’t in this because I’m having a major writers block on his. I intended to go back and add him, but everyone else is done and I hate this ask just sitting in the drafts, as I finished a while ago. So I’ll post this now, and when my brain works right again I’ll add him in. Quick thanks to the other monds for helping me with ideas~!
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« I love you in an universe where you’re a concertmaster and I’m a conductor. In an universe where we’re doctors living in Boston. In an universe where we work in fashion.”

“In one where you’re a prince,” Louis interrupts Harry, giggling. “My personal Prince Harry. And in one where you’re a rock star.”

Harry laughs. His eyes crinkles, but his wrinkles make him only more beautiful. “And in one where you’re a popstar,” he replies, playing along. “Maybe we’re in a boyband together, can you imagine? »


Never Let Me Go

@loveisalaserquest17 Fuck you I’m a sobbing 😭😭😭

through the ages

Happy birthday @amalasdraws! I love getting to be your friend, I hope you have an amazing day & a great upcoming year! <3

As a kid, summertime is Tooru’s favourite time of year for two reasons.

The first reason is that his birthday is in summertime. It’s one of the few times he’s allowed to have multiple people over, and he doesn’t have to bug his parents to let a friend stay the night, laughing and playing games and enjoying themselves.

The second reason (and what he likes even more) is when his parents take him and his sister out to spend long weekends at the lake house. Now that they’re old enough - and after much pestering - Tooru’s parents allow him and his sister to each bring a friend along, and Tooru has so much that he wants to share with Hajime.

After a long day of playing out in the sun, catching crayfish and splashing each other in the cool water, Tooru can already feel exhaustion pulling at him, but he brushes it away as he climbs into the futon set up in the living room for him and Hajime. The blankets are cool, but he knows they won’t be for too much longer.

Hajime’s rummaging through their bin of movies, pulling out a tape that he likes and sliding it into the player. He pads back to the futon after turning on the old television set up for them, climbing in beside Tooru without hesitation.

Tooru slides over to give him some more room, laying his head back on the pillow and rubbing at his eyes.

“Tired?” Hajime asks, propping himself up on an elbow. He ignores the trailers for new movies playing on the television and reaches over, brushing some hair out of Tooru’s face.

His fingers feel cool on Tooru’s probably sunburned face. It’s nice.

“A little,” Tooru admits, blinking slowly. Hajime drops back down on the bed and Tooru slides a little closer so that their shoulders are touching. “What did you pick?” He asks, turning over towards the television.

Hajime shifts to move his shoulder so that he can tuck his arm under Tooru’s neck. “That magic one that you like so much.”

“Really?!” Tooru turns towards him and grins, excitement evident in his face.

“Yeah,” Hajime responds, turning to face the television set. “You were sayin’ you wanted to watch it again… so…”

Tooru laughs and shoves Hajime a little, who retaliates by jumping back on him and pushing him back to his side of the futon. They both end up in a pile on the floor with a thump and this starts a tickle war, the both of them laughing and trying to best the other, neither wanting it to end until Tooru’s fighting tears from laughing so hard-

“I give!” he chokes out the words between laughter, clutching his stomach; Hajime’s grinning a mile wide when he pulls back, trying to quiet his laughter so that they don’t wake Tooru’s parents.

“That makes thirty-two for me,” Hajime says, pushing himself up to his knees and offering a hand to help Tooru up. “And-”

“Yes, twenty-eight for me! Don’t worry Iwa-chan, I’ll catch up.” Tooru takes his hand and they both stumble back to their feet. Hajime pulls Tooru back into the futon by the hand, flopping down on top of each other as they catch their breath.

Tooru cuddles up next to Hajime and doesn’t even care that he misses the rest of the movie when he falls right to sleep, happy and warm and safe.

Middle school is where everything starts to change.

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Jokers Son Headcanons: Possession

Request: (anonymous) Can I request for the clown prince to get angry and then he and reader have makeup sex?

  • The clown prince acts very cocky but you are his one weakness, he always worries you will find a better man so he is very territorial and jealous. He inherits it from his father who was jealous out of entitlement vs his jealous out of insecurity.
  • He takes you out for drinks at the club and keeps his hand on your leg occasionally tracing his fingertips along your skin up your dress.
  • He makes sure to grab your chin and kiss you when he see’s men looking at you, letting them all know your his. 
  • You get fed up, feeling like you’re being shown off as a prize and move his hand off of you.
  • The clown prince can’t take men staring at you and not being able to touch you and show his dominance to them. He thinks you’ve pushed him away because you’re not interested. 
  • His infamous temper comes out of him and he lunges at an admirer across the room and begins to beat him senseless. 
  • You storm away furious, he notices you gone and with bloodies fists runs after you through the club. Unlike his father he realizes his mistakes.
  • You see a group of men eyeing you by the bar, you know it’s your chance to make him jealous and make him angry like you just were. But you turn around because you love him and say fuck it to everything else.
  • The men don’t want you going so easily and grab your arm. As you try and pull away you see your clown prince dive into the crowd of them and start tearing them apart like a wild animal. 
  • The clown prince smiles again after seeing you turn down the opportunity, becoming cocky all over again being reassured of your love.
  • While he’s strangling the life out of one of the men, the other get’s up ready for revenge but you pull out your own golden knife that your prince gifted you and slit his throat. 
  • The clown princes eyes and body tell two different stories. His body exhumes anger but his eyes have an innocence in them. He is the perfect conflict between the Joker’s viciousness and his own sensitivity.
  • Both of you look at each other, covered in blood and out of breath. You don’t need to say anything to each other, the clown prince’s eyes always do the talking for him. 
  • He picks you up and swings you over his shoulder, grabbing your ass and squeezing slightly as he makes his way to the back room of the club. The room has been here since the beginning, with a bed that Joker and Harley used to visit before they even had kids.
  • He throws you on the bed and you land on your back, putting your feet up to his belt and unbuckling with your toes.
  • He wastes no time and grabs your ankles and spreads your legs apart. He runs his hands up your thighs, leaving bloody fingerprints on your skin. 
  • He lifts your dress up and admires the tattoo on your abdomen that he gave to you. He thinks about the new tattoo he can give you were everyone can see it.
  • He traces it with his tongue as he slides your panties off, he doesn’t want to take his attention away from you so you struggle to get them off your legs yourself. 
  • He enjoys watching you squirm as he hovers over you and moves towards your face. He uses his thumb to wipe your red lipstick across your cheek. You use your finger to wipe some off yourself then spread on his lips.
  • You run your fingers through his green hair and pull the locks down so they’re hanging in front of his eyes.
  • He takes a moment to breath and forget his anger, reminding himself that he is the clown prince and he won’t let anyone take you from him. Admitting to himself that he might not ever let you leave him on your own.
  • You push his leather jacket off his shoulders and let his own gold chains around his neck drop down. He rips the front of your dress open and their cold touch on your breasts gives you goose bumps all over.
  • He refuses to let you be on top, wanting to feel in control and possessing the entire time.
  • When he’s first inside of you he holds still and stares deep in your eyes so you can feel him, he get’s excited just on the idea that he is in you and you’re not going anywhere.
  •  He takes your chin in his hand and kisses your lips. Telling you to remember who’s girl you are without saying a word. 
  • After each thrusts he stops so you both can feel each other, remembering how the fight started and letting all his insecurities wash away.
  • You put your hand on his chest and over his heart, feeling it beating and reminding him that he may be the clown prince but he is still human. He is more in touch with that side than his father.
  • You wrap your legs around his back and pull his head into your neck, letting him have control but loving to feel like you possess him too. Realizing you really are made for each other.
  • He cums inside of you, the idea of being a part of you and owning you making him finish.
  • You finishing on the idea of him loving you own you.
  • You can see the anxiety the blood is giving him, his bursts of anger always give him a high but after he begins to regret them.
  • You both go to the shower where you wash the blood off of each other and make love again.
Submission: Re: the Hatake are literally insane

Got inspired to write a quick drabble at 12 in the morning. Of all the times. The prompt was just too tempting! 

“Dammit, Naruto! Tie his hands behind his back! He’s moving too much! Sasuke put more tape around his mask!” Sakura hissed as their silver-haired sensei wriggled from where they had temporarily tied him to a tree. The two boys hastily complied, knowing their tactics to hold their sensei back wouldn’t last long.

“It’s a good thing we brought duct tape along this time. Kami knows what would’ve happened if we had let him do his…flirting like last time,” Naruto sighed in relief, all the while shooting poisonous glares at Kakashi.

A simultaneous shudder crawled up the three genin’s spines. They definitely did not want to re-experience that one.

“What was his pick-up line again?” Sakura groaned.

“Roses are red, violets are blue, you handle swords well, will you handle me too?” Sasuke repeated the words verbatim, eyes haunted with the scene replaying in his mind.

“Stop it,” Naruto whined, plugging his ears, “You’re making me remember!”

“This enemy-nin just had to be good-looking, didn’t he?” Sakura hissed as tightened the ropes.

Kakashi sighed dreamily and nodded.

Sasuke glared at him, distaste showing visibly. “You’re crazy, sensei.”

The jounin tilted his head in thought before nodding in agreement yet again.

“This one’s kenjutsu was pretty good,” Naruto admitted grudgingly. 

“At least this one was decent-looking,” Sakura allows with a grimace, “Remember conquest number 24. She was..bleh.”

“Her henge wasn’t even convincing enough to make her prettier. Kakashi-sensei knew that and still chased after her. It was all about her Raiton jutsu.” Naruto replied wryly.

“I don’t even know why Jiji—I mean, Hokage-sama,” the blonde caught Sakura’s sharp glance,  “allows him to go on these missions. He falls right and left for the weirdest people, even if they’re blue or have horrible fashion taste,” Naruto sighed.

“Yeah, this perverted lecher-,” Sakura turned to look at their sensei, only to notice that the ropes were undone and the jounin clearly absent from the spot they tied him.

“Shit,” Sasuke hissed and the three genin shot up to their feet. “I thought you tied him well enough?”

“I did! I even took knotting classes to make sure I knew how to tie him down properly!” Sakura gritted her teeth, hands tightening into fists. 

“It’s okay Sakura-chan. We’ll find him,” Naruto smiled half-heartedly, “Hopefully.”

 "I call dibs on hitting him over the head and dragging him home,“ the pinkette growled. 

She stormed off and the two boys stared at each other and nodded. 

They would stay out of the way. Because a mad Sakura would murder them if they got in the way. 

llorstel  asked:

Shiro attempts to grow a moustache alongside Coran after losing his from that one fic you wrote where Coran got his moustache burned off.

“What’s with the face scruff?”

“Solidarity. Since healing up means Coran can’t just shapeshift his mustache back, figured I’d grow along with him until he got all his fluff back in.”

“I was gonna help, too, but Shiro said it didn’t count.”

“You never shave anyway, Pidge. You’re not skipping anything.”

“It’s the thought that matters!”

“You two are weird.”

Hunk leaned his chin on his hand, twirling a spork in the air. “So, you just gonna let it grow in a bush, or do something with it?”

“Dunno. Haven’t given it much thought yet.” Shiro grinned. “Maybe some alien style will just speak to me.”

Hunk tilted his head, looking at Shiro’s face, this way and that, then brought his hand down on the table, eyes sparkling. “Klingon.”

“What? No way-” Lance started to protest-

“Oh, yeah, you’ve totally got the jawline for it,” Pidge agreed, grin huge. 

“He hasn’t grown in nearly enough!” 

“Just because you can’t even manage a pencil-”

“Guys, chill. Though…” Shiro absently scratched at the growing fuzz. “It would be kinda cool if I could pull it off…”


“Come on-”

What’s a Klingon?” Allura quietly asked Keith as the others continued to bicker, and he silently shrugged. Whatever it was, she hoped it really was going to look cool enough for Coran to like it.

title: this too shall pass
series: all for the game
pairing: andrew/neil
word count: 1,444

The most startling thing, perhaps, was how it caught him so completely off-guard.

They’d been having a quiet, blissfully uneventful Sunday, the air in their apartment light with domesticity and their sleeping shirts heavy with cat fur. Neil had gone for a run early in the morning and returned to Andrew cooking breakfast with the windows thrown wide open and the radio humming softly in the background. They’d eaten on the couch while watching the news, and then Andrew had lowered himself on the carpet with his back resting against the couch to work on his psychology homework. Meanwhile, Neil had sprawled across the whole couch and dug his phone out of a pocket, pulling up videos of Tuesday’s opposing team to study their strengths and weaknesses with one calf pressed firmly alongside Andrew’s arm.

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When You Smile At Me You Know Exactly What You Do

Pairing: Jeremy Heere/Michael Mell

Words: 4.295

Summary: “I don’t think I have the stamina for “all the time” but I’m glad you’re optimistic about our sex life.”

(Jeremy and Michael go to the county fair)

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Come a Little Bit Closer (Spoiler Warning for GOTv2)

Peter Quill x Reader

Summary: After escaping from Planet Ego, Yondu survives and encourages you and Peter to finally admit your “unspoken thing”

Warning: Swearing

Originally posted by mintpilot

“That was a close call” Peter yelled as he flew onto the awaiting ship with Yondu- both of them wearing spacesuits.

“Hell yeah it was boy, nearly had my ass handed to me by that maniac” Yondu dusted off his jacket and called Kraglin in to get a report on the ship.

“Peter! Are you okay?” you rushed up to your fellow Terran and checked him over for injuries.

“I`m okay Y/N” he pulled you to him and his eyes reassured you but behind his look was relief and sadness.

“Who knew my Dad was a fucking psycho?” he asked you.

“I told ya Pete, he was a creepy motherfucker when he told me to pick up kids from different planets. I am so glad I didn’t take you to him” Yondu patted Peter on the back as the rest of the team gaped at the revelation that Yondu saved Peter.

Peter didn’t say a word, just went up to his mentor and hugged him.

“Whatcha playing at kid” Yondu complained but hugged back.

The next couple of days were spent recovering from the trauma and treating wounds so you all decided a stop on Knowhere for a much needed night off.

“Whew, I am ready to get laid” Kraglin cracked his knuckles and checked his hair in the Milano`s paint.

“Laid down? Where?” Drax asked and Rocket rolled his eyes.

“On a bed. With a woman” Rocket quipped and chuckled at the gasp from Mantis.

“I wish I was on a bed with a man” she confessed.

“Maybe one day, if you wear a mask” Drax replied.

“Drax! What the hell dude?” you poked him for saying that to a woman.

“Let`s go get fucked” Yondu raised his arm to move us forward to the bars.

“I am Groot” came the small voice from Peter`s shoulder.

“You`re too young” Peter replied and patted the small tree who huffed and crossed his arms.

The bar choice was limited in Knowhere as most places had nightly murders.

“This one is semi-reputable” Gamora announced.

“Oh yeah, they only have a weekly murder” Rocket sassed, pushing you along as you hesitated.

“You know there are times when I regret joining you weirdos” you sigh.

“You`re with us because you couldn’t resist being with another Terran, especially a hot one” Peter winked.

“Oh yeah that`s why” you laughed.

“I wish they would just get together” Yondu nudged Kraglin who nodded.

“I may have an idea” Rocket said, winking.

“What ya winking at Rockie?” you teased.

“Damn it, wrong eye” he huffed.

“Racoons” you and Peter said at the same time.

The next couple of hours were spent with Peter at the bar, drinking weirdly named cocktails and playing a weird form of darts.

“What the fuck is this game?” Peter threw the exploding dart to the other board- yes there are two boards.

“Right, let`s plug this shit in” Yondu commanded as Kraglin worked the speaker Rocket made for fight soundtracks.

Music from Peter`s Zune came out of the speakers to fill the bar.

“What the hell?” you looked across the room to see Peter heading over to Yondu, Kraglin and Rocket who were messing around with the Zune.

In a little cafe, just the over side of the border, she was just sitting there giving me looks that made my mouth water

Peter and Yondu argued from the other side and eventually one of them won as Peter began to dance in the middle of the room.

“Ugh just dance with him Terran” Gamora pushed you slightly.

You looked back at her in shock but made your way over to the fellow human…well former half human.

Come a little bit closer your my kind of man, so big and so strong

Peter pulled you to him and swung you around, holding you closer as the song went on.

“Pete” you laughed as he moved you both around the makeshift dance floor.

“I need to deal with this unspoken thing” he sighed.

“What unspoken thing?” you coughed.

“I love you” he declared, bringing you back to him and you stopped dancing.

“What?” you choked out and he swallowed his nerves.

“I have loved you since I first saw you beat the shit out of that Ravenger. Then my father was going to use you against me, that sick fucker knew I loved you and nearly killed you because of it…I still feel sick thinking about it. Yondu finally told me to grow some balls and tell you how I felt as he said life was too short. He’s right and I should have told you before that shit storm…I love you” he finished with a small smile and nervous eyes.

“I love you too you idiot. Please don’t think you are you’re father, he was a maniac and I don’t know how he was a part of creating such an amazing man. Don’t doubt yourself my love, you are a hero” you pulled him close and kissed him softly.

“Both humans will procreate with their own species” Drax applauded.

“I feel a strong sexual love and I am not even touching them” Mantis nodded.

“Is Mary Poppins a matchmaker too?” Yondu asked.

“Yes” you laughed and kissed Peter again.

“He`s Mary Poppins y`all” Peter chuckled against your lips.

“Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious” you replied and Peter guffawed.

“Super-what?” Yondu looked confused and Kraglin distracted him with another drink.

“I am Groot” a small hand tugged on your leg.

“Yes, finally” you picked him up and placed him on your shoulder as Peter pulled you closer.


Always Mine - Chapter 15


A/N: Here is the new chapter guys! I have decided to split episode 11 of season 7 up into two parts. One reason is because I thought where I ended would be a good lead up to the next chapter. So the next part will be posted probably Sunday since I am still having troubles with TSOSC. As always, I hope you guys enjoy this chapter and let me know what you think!

“What the fuck do you mean she’s gone?”

Katherine’s head whipped towards the bathroom door when she heard Negan yell. She had been in the bathroom trying to make the dress she was wearing show less of her cleavage. Negan had woken her up, telling her to get ready for the day. Katherine wished Negan would just let her be alone for once but knew that wouldn’t happen anytime soon. So she reluctantly rolled out of bed and walked over to get a fresh set of clothes.

Negan however had other plans and threw her a spaghetti strap black dress that stopped mid thigh. She was pretty sure it was the same one she wore when her and Negan slept together for the first time since she agreed to be his wife.

She tried arguing, saying she was much more comfortable in her jeans but when she went over to her bags and opened them, she realized all her jeans and tee shirts were gone and replaced by black dresses and heels.

“Well fucking say something! When the fuck did she go missing?”

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"MythBusters" Serenade Edition Episode 2

Yo yo yo, we’re back with the second episode of “MythBusters” Serenade Edition, where we debunk shitty myths that mislead people. 

Last time, we debunked a myth that Sakura was always there for Sasuke/Hinata was always there for Naruto. Well, if you thought that was bad, as promised, we’re tackling the big one.

“Hinata was always by Naruto’s side/Hinata was the first to acknowledge/be nice to Naruto/Naruto was all alone until Hinata came along!”


So let’s show the facts and keep it real here, ok?

This is what Hinata’s done the whole entire span of the series. Well, until the NaruHina fanservice, that is. She’s just watched from afar. No cheering him on, encouraging him, or even stopping by to say hi. She’s ALWAYS done this. He might as well have been alone. She has never cheered him up from his treatment by the villagers. If she had, then why would he say this during her first appearance:

The Last pretends that they’ve been besties for life, ever since childhood:

When… They haven’t. But The Last is contradictory, so let’s not even go there.

And the second part of the myth? Hinata being the first to acknowledge/be nice to Naruto? No, there are actual people who claim this. Lucky for you, the MythBusters corporation is here to debunk those claims, but I digress.

Anyways, that’s wrong. Why? Well…

This precious man Iruka Umino. Do I need to say more?

Naruto would’ve turned out like Gaara if it weren’t for Iruka, tsk tsk tsk, and people actual try to minimize this bond’s importance. 

Anyways, that was a short episode of MythBusters. Once again, these types of myths are easy to bust. But if we don’t bust ‘em, who will. As for the next myth:

Lately I’ve been on the anti side more often than not, so it’s time to do some more pure NaruSaku posts~ Probably our longest episode so stay tuned.

Welcome to Victuuri Writers Collective’s ‘Author of the Month’ posts! On the 1st of every month, we will choose a fanfic author to feature on our blog. The author will get an aesthetic graphic and a “blurb” about their top fics and writing, along with being featured on our navigation for the month. Ready? Let’s go!


icanhinatashouyoutheworld (@icanhinatashouyoutheworld)


blood is thicker than

“You might be Yuri’s biological parent, Mr. Nikiforov. But I’m his father. If Yuri wants to go with you, that’s one thing,” Yuuri Katsuki’s voice flows quiet and dangerous into the room “but if he doesn’t, don’t think that you’re taking my child away from home,”

Or: Victor Nikiforov finds out he has a son. He wants full custody.

Katsuki Yuuri isn’t going to give up his child that easily.

Or: Victor and Yuuri fight a custody battle for Yurio. Shit happens.

Or: Yuri Plisetsky starts with one parent, and ends up with two.

the skin you’re in (burn it, burn it)

If beauty’s at the bottom of a toilet bowl, Yuuri’s going to fucking find it. 


I choose Kash for a number of reasons. HER WRITING IS FANTASTIC, THE STORY SHE CAME UP WITH JUST SNATCHED MY HEART AND CLAIMED IT. I’d read her writing for the rest of my life. i SERIOUSLY LI KE, CA NT EVEN FATHOM MY LOV VE ♡♡♡ (pssst, read kash fics, asap)

Visit to the Park

My boyfriend and I had been dating for about three weeks now and I still haven’t told him about my little side. Right now we are on our way to lunch and we happen to pass by a cute little park that I have never been to.

“Look!” I let out an excited squeal and soon realize the mistake I’ve made.

“What is it?” he asks looking out my window.

“Can we just go to the park really quick?” I ask and he shrugs, not really caring.

“Sure, why not?” he slowly turns into the entrance and I sit on my hands to stop myself from bouncing in my seat.  “You look excited,” he smiles and pulls into a spot. I immediately unbuckle myself and jump out of the car and realize I’m supposed to wait for him.

“C’mon!” I giggle, deciding to let myself slip into little space. I grab his hand and drag him towards the swings.

“I’m coming baby, calm down!” he laughs and internally I squeal like a little girl in response to being called the pet name he recently just started using. 

There wasn’t anyone near the swing sets so I happily sit down in one of the swings and begin to kick my feet.

“Come swing!” I exclaim as he watches me swing with his arms across his chest and a light hearted smile on his face.

“That’s okay, I’ll watch,” he smirks and I scoff at him.

“Party pooper!” I call out and he chuckles.

“You are such a child,” he smiles and I try not to stop swinging to show his tone affected me.

“Is that a bad thing?” I ask, skidding my feet to stop and I stare up at him. He walks over to me and moves a piece of hair out of my face and caresses my cheek.

“Of course not honey, I love it,” I let a giggle slip out as I reach forward and hug him as tight as I can.

“You’re the best,” I mumble into his shirt.

“I know,” I move away quickly to gasp and lightly slap his chest before laughing along with him.

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