my other car is a tank

anonymous asked:

high key can u give me a rundown of ur fav wacky wwii shenanigans

Okay friends today we are gonna learn about the GHOST ARMY, which, disappointingly, was not actually an army made of ghosts

pictured: the unit patch for the Ghost Army, which is DOPE AS FUCK

see one of the things that made WWII so fucking nuts was the totally bizarre level of technology. Like wow we invented the first real computer and radar but also if you wanted to see how many troops were hanging out somewhere you had to send a dude to fly over and take pictures manually??? this left A LOT of room for shenanigans

so the normal method of dealing with aerial surveillance was to cover shit with camouflage netting. Say you’ve got an nice air base that you really don’t want any bombs dropped on- you literally just cover that with a ludicrous amount of netting and some fake trees and BAM now it looks like just an empty field from the air

there’s a building under that weird lump

that’s cool! That’s really cool! But not cool enough

At some point somebody sat down and went “hey wait. What if…what if instead of disguising buildings and units as fields, we disguise fields as units”

holy fucking shit!!!

the British had used a bunch of fake tanks and like, boxes of provisions stacked up in tank shape and then covered with a tarp in 1942 during Operation Bertram and it worked really well, but they didn’t have a special unit devoted to just clowning on the Germans like that.

so the US military decides they do want a designated clowning unit and goes out and recruits a bunch of fucking nerds from all the art schools and makes them into the 23rd Headquarters Special Troops aka THE GHOST ARMY, WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU USE ANY OTHER NAME LIKE SERIOUSLY

the ghost army’s job was basically to go in, sidle up to a real unit, and then basically set up a fake version of that unit while the actual unit sneaked away to go dunk on Nazis where the Nazis weren’t expecting them

okay time to get into the really cool part of this story, which is HOW the ghost army faked being a real unit:


that’s a big ol balloon!!!

the ghost army had a stockpile of inflatable tanks, aircraft, artillery, cars, whatever, that they would set up and then poorly cover with camouflage netting so from the air it looked like someone had just done a real shit job of hiding actual materiel. They even had dummy soldiers that they would set up to make the scene look populated, since the ghost army itself was about 1,000 dudes regularly imitating units of 30,000 men

what’s really cool is that visual deception was more than just the inflatable stuff itself. If the ghost army plopped down a balloon tank, they then also had to go out with shovels and rakes and shit to make a fake track that a real tank would have left, because it turns out tanks are really hard on your landscaping

step 2: “spoof radio”

the last couple of days before the real unit moved out, the radio operators of the ghost army would move in. see, radio transmissions were done in Morse code, and it turns out every radio operator has a slightly different “fist” when typing Morse. A “fist” is basically typing style- some people would take longer to type out certain letters or would have pauses between groups or anything like. Anybody listening to the radio transmissions who was skilled enough could tell different radio operators apart from just their fist

anyway the ghost army operators would move in and basically listen to all the real unit’s radio transmissions until they had learned the real operators’ fists. Then they would take over radio traffic, imitating that fist so it seemed like the real operator had never left. I forgot to make this section funny because I was too caught up in how rad it is SORRY

step 3: making a lot of noise

the ghost army had special trucks fitted with huge fuck off speakers and a whole library of stock sound effects. Once the real unit left and the fake unit inflated, the sound trucks would come in, select a combination of sound effects that matched the unit they were impersonating, and then played everyone in the 15 mile radius of the speakers their fire mix tape

step 4: fuckin partying!!!

see the thing about impersonating your own units is that other allied units would know about it and might talk about it where enemy collaborators could hear. So the ghost army had to fool the Germans but they also had to fool their own army. Every time they impersonated a new unit, the ghost soldiers would paint that unit’s insignia on all the fake materiel, make fake signs with the unit’s name and colors, and sew the unit’s patches on their own uniforms

once they were dressed up as soldiers from the impersonated unit, the ghost army dudes would go into town and mingle with other soldiers from actual fighting units nearby and hang out in bars while loudly saying things like “YES HELLO I AM DEFINITELY A REAL SOLDIER FROM THE WHATEVER DIVISION, ABSOLUTELY FOR REAL STATIONED ON THAT HILL OVER THERE”

so anyway this bunch of weedy American art nerds staged 20+ battlefield deceptions between 1944 and the end of the war, sometimes fooling that Germans so successfully that they actually got shelled

I'mma leave you with this quote from the book “The Ghost Army of World War II” by Rick Beyer and Elizabeth Sayles, because it’s a quote from an actual member of the Ghost Army and that alone makes it funnier than anything I could ever write:

On another occasion, two Frenchmen on bicycles somehow got through the security perimeter. Shilstone managed to halt them, but not before they had seen more than they should. “What they thought they saw was four GIs picking up a forty-ton Sherman tank and turning it around. They looked at me, and they were looking for answers, and I finally said ‘The Americans are very strong.‘”

Shawn and his Jeep
  • Clean ALL the time
  • Like seriously always clean
  • three of the ‘new car’ air fresheners
  • “Shawn you know one would work just fine?”
  • “But I want that new car smell. It’s gone.”
  • Don’t even THINK about putting your feet on the dash. 
  • Like seriously are you a savage?
  • Always kick off your snow before getting in
  • On July 1st one huge ass Canadian flag attached to the back on your way to the beach with a cooler in the back. 
  • Him keeping hair ties in the glove box for you when the doors are off even though he likes when it gets messy from the wind.
  • “I like it, it reminds me of… never mind.” 
  • Car washes. 
  • A lot of car washes 
  • and thank god he’s got a deep wallet.
  • “Shawn it doesn’t kill your car to have a little dirt on it. You do know Jeeps were made to go off-roading, right? That mean’s dirt.”
  • “I don’t like it, it doesn’t look as nice.” 
  • Him spraying you with water after you still bicker at him while watching him wash it. 
  • And in retaliation you gentle wipe your dirty shoe on the side of the door
  • Queue upset Shawn.
  • Long summer highway drives.
  • Shawn playing bopping summer tunes and putting your hands out the window like when you were a kid. 
  • And yes off-riding, but nothing too crazy because he doesn’t want to wreck his Jeep.
  • Again more car washes.
  • A lot of bugs on grill and windshield. 
  • More car washes watching Shawn in tank tops, flip flops and shorts from the inside as he grumbles about the bugs. 
  • Silly faces exchanged through the windows before he sprays at the window with water. 
  • Quick glances and smiles with one hand on the wheel, the other reaching for your hand. 
  • Hood make out sessions. 
  • His strong arms picking you up to get off. “Careful, please don’t scrape the paint.” 
Whoops- Montgomery x reader smut

Well shit, Montgomery. What the fuck.

Warnings: Smut, swearing

I need Jesus holy cow.

Originally posted by montedelacruz

“Come on y/n, its gonna be so fun!” Sherri exclaims, jumping up and down while holding onto my arm. We were sitting on my bed, Sherri trying to convince me of going to the party tonight at Bryce’s.

“I don’t know Sherri…” I begin but am immediately cut off by Sherri putting her finger over my mouth and shushing me.

“Pleaseeeee” she begs, putting her hands together in a ball and shaking them back and fourth, begging. I simply roll my eyes and nod, Sherri jumping up and hugging me. “Thank you, thank you, thank you! I promise, were gonna have a blast. I’ll pick you up at 9, alright?” Sherri asks, grabbing her bag off the floor and beginning to exit my room.

“Yeah yeah, sure.” I say, waving her a quick goodbye. Tonight was another one of your typical high school parties, however like usual, I did not want to go. Parties just really aren’t my thing. Being as the time is 8 o’ clock, I begin to get ready. Somehow, I manage to shower, do my hair, makeup, and pick out an outfit for tonight within the span of that given hour. By 9:15, I’m reminding my parents that I’m staying at Sherri’s tonight and waving them goodbye on my way out to Sherri’s car.

“Look at my best friend, looking all hot and shit.” Is my greeting from Sherri as I enter her car. I just laugh and give her a quick hug before taking over the AUX and plugging in my phone, playing some bomb throwback music. We drive down the streets heading over to Bryce’s house jamming to “Party In the USA”, a classic. Getting out of the car upon reaching our destination, I realize lots of girls are in short, tight dresses. I, on the other hand, am in black shorts with a maroon tank top, pairing with my converse. I shrug off the questions I’m having about my outfit choice and walk into the house with Sherri, immediately running into Jess and Justin.

“Hey guys!” Jess yells, obviously being a little overtaken by the alcohol in her system. “Drinks are in the kitchen, keg out back, you know the drill.”

“Thanks Jess” Sherri says, pulling me over to kitchen and begins to make me a drink. Once finished, she hands it over to me and I take a sip. Immediately I can taste the alcohol and I nearly gag it all up.

“Jesus, Sherri, what’s in this?” I ask, looking in the cup as if I was going to be able to figure it out that way.

“Oh you know, a little bit of everything” Sherri winks at me as I laugh and take another sip, when suddenly I feel an arm wrap around my waist and pull me in.

“Well, would ya look who it is, y/n and Sherri, coming to having a little fun with their favorite guy” The possessor of the arm says from behind me. I simply laugh and turn around to face the guy of whom the voice obviously belonged to.

“You’re a funny guy there, Monty.” I say, pulling his arm from around my waist and dropping it by his side. The smirk on his face becomes bigger as I roll my eyes and take a big sip of whatever the hell Sherri has made me, turning my back to him. Not going to lie when I say I’ve always found Montgomery really fucking hot… I mean he’s a complete asshole, but hot nonetheless.

“You know, I could show you how much of a fun guy I can be.” Monty breathes into my ear, sending shivers down my spine. I shake my head, simply walking away to the outside area where I find Jeff, Alex, and Zach hanging out around the pool.

“Hey guys!” I say, joining in their little group.

“Hey y/n!” Zach exclaims, throwing his arm around me. I’ve always been super close with these three boys, so I didn’t feel awkward in the least butting into their conversation.

“What’re you guys up to?” I ask, looking around to see who else is in the area.

“Nothing much, just chilling out.” Alex says, shrugging.

I was talking to them about school and sports when Jeff taps me on the shoulder.

“Hey y/n, Montgomery over there has been staring at you for the past couple minutes… need me to go beat him up?” Jeff asks, staring Montgomery down. I just laugh and shake my head.

“No need Atkins, I’ll take care of this one.” I tell him, backhanding him playfully in the chest before waving a quick goodbye to the others. I walk my way over to Montgomery, who is now looking down at his phone. “What’s with you Monty?” I ask, hitting him on the arm lightly. He looks up at his phone, directly in my eyes and at that moment I can tell something’s up. Before I can ask, Montgomery grabs my hand and pulls me inside to the nearest bedroom, where he slams the door and immediately crashes his lips on mine. I kiss back, disappointed when he pulls away, his hungry eyes looking me up and down.

“Fuck, y/n, you’re such a fucking tease” Montgomery gets out between breaths while kissing my neck. “You’ve only just got here, but I’ve been thinking about you since. And fucking hell y/n, you’re gonna pay for it.” I bite down on my lip, feeling myself getting wetter by the second. Like I’ve said before, Montgomery was fucking hot, so I had no problem with this. I nod my head, a small moan escaping my lips as Monty makes his way down to my chest, roughing kissing. He then pulls away, and looks me deeply in the eyes as he pushes me over to the bed, forcing me down on it.

“We’re gonna play a little game.” He says, sitting down near my legs. He begins simply rubbing one as he explains this game. “You see, tonight you are mine. I have complete and utter control over you, you hear me?” Monty says, nearing his face to mine, leaving random kisses on my body. “A little slut like you doesn’t get to cum whenever, so you have to wait till I say,” By now, he’s by my ear, nearly whispering. “You’re in for a rough fucking night y/n” Montgomery says, nipping my ear. I let out a small moan as I nod, practically dripping down under at this point.

“Fuck, alright Monty.” I say, pleading to be touched. I see a smirk form on his face as he sits back, letting out a huff of air.

“Tonight, I’m daddy to you, alright babe?” Monty says, and quickly I nod my head. All of a sudden, I feel him on top of me, kissing me roughly. His tongue shoves in way into my mouth, fighting with me over dominance. Painfully slowly, he begins to remove my shorts and tank, leaving me only in my lacy underwear and black matching bra. Biting his lip,  he quickly removes my bra and goes to work at my breasts, sucking on one and massaging the other. Moans are flying out of my mouth like crazy when suddenly the pleasure goes away, leaving me angry. I look to find Monty standing at the foot of the bed, a devilish look on his face.

“You see, I’m not here to do all the work for you, Now do what daddy asks, and please yourself.” Monty says, an evil smirk taking over his face. I groan at the idea, using my hands to slowing being massaging my breasts and making their way down my stomach to my underwear, in which I quickly throw off my body. I use one digit to feel myself, seeing how wet I am. I spread my legs and inset a digit to my soaking core, a loud moan escaping my lips. I begin pumping in and out, slowly at first, and then begin to pick up speed, groaning loudly. I insert another digit, and another, pumping in and out of my core as quickly as I can. I look up and make eye contact with a now shirtless Montgomery as I feel the pleasure becoming more intense, my high nearing. I see him bite his lip and he rushes over to me, pulling my fingers out of my dripping vagina. I whine at the lose of contact, but immediately feel the slamming of his fingers deep in my core.

“Fuck D- fuck!” Is all I manage to get out, throwing my head back as Monty uses his thumb to intensely rub my clit, his other hand holding down my hips from bucking up. I feel my high approach and I moan out. “Fuck, fuck, hol- fu- I’m gonna…. fuck” I gasp out, about ready to release when Monty completely stops everything he’s doing, and pulls his fingers out of me.

“What the actual fuck?” I ask, but I’m forced down on his lips as I feel his pants being removed, leaving him in his underwear. I break the kiss, moving down to his underwear band, nipping at it. He throws it off his body, his throbbing member springing up. He grabs my hair, collecting it into a ponytail, and forced my head down on his dick. Moving my head up and down, I continue to fill my throat with his member, using my hands to get whatever I cant fit. Monty above me is a moaning mess, and I feel his dick twitch in my mouth, the hot cum shooting down the back of my throat.

I’m then flipped over on my back, my neck being attacked as I hear a wrapper being opened and a few seconds later, feeling Monty slam into me. A loud moan comes from both of us, and he beings to quickly pound in and out of me. Monty takes both of my legs and puts them over his shoulders to reach deeper into me, and I’m over whelmed with immediate pleasure. Every trust is hitting my G-spot and I cant get enough of it. He picks up the speed, swearing under his breath.

“Shi- fuck, you’re so fucking tight” he breaths out, slamming deeper and deeper into me with every trust. I feel my near approaching, throwing my head back and arching my back.

“Fuck, daddy, I’m so close” I whimper, feeling the knot in my stomach getting tighter and tighter. At this point Monty’s head has found its way to my neck and I’m scratching at his back like crazy.

“Fuck. me too.” He says, thrusting harder and deeper, grunting on top of me. “You want to cum, don’t you, you little slut?” I nod my head, arching my back as I feel the knot about to release. “Alright babe, now” Monty get out, as I scream out his name beneath him. That must have set him off too because a few seconds later he’s picking up the speed an riding out both of our highs. His thrusts become sloppy and slow.

He pulls out of me and disposes of the condom, putting his clothes back on. I take a look in the mirror, gasping. “God Monty, you couldn’t have made these any more noticeable?” I say sarcastically to him, pointing out 3 huge hickeys on my neck already forming. Being the asshole he is, Montgomery laughs, shrugging it off with a simple “Whoops!” and winks at me before exiting the room back to the party. A few minutes later, I leave as well.

Throughout the rest of the night I catch Montgomery’s eye and he winks at me, smirks always forming on his face. Lets just say that wasn’t the last time I’d be covered in hickeys by Monty.

“Throw Your Ex Here” - Kian Lawley Imagine

Request: i have MAJOR kian feels ugh it’s killing me!! could you pleasee write a fluff with kian?

A/N: I know I was supposed to make Sammy imagine instead of this one, but I was having Kian feelings too and I just couldn’t help it :’) I hope you don’t mind. Enjoy!


It was around 1 a.m. and I was lying in my bed and scrolling through Instagram, Twitter, Tumblr and basically, all social meadia that I have. 

It was when I was going through my Instagram and saw a very interesting pic. There was a trash can and on the wall above the trash can was standing an inscription ‘THROW YOUR EX HERE’ (the picture above obviously) and it immediately reminded me of Kian. 

Kian is my ex boyfriend who broke up with me, about a year ago and before the break up happened, we had been together for 2 years. We had so much fun and we loved each other so very much. We were in a serious relationship even tho we were never serious, if you know what I mean. We even used to live together, but then I moved out after we were done. 

I honestly never wanted to end our relationship, but he was saying ‘I need some space’, ‘maybe we should take a break’ and other shit like that and I instantly knew that that was it. I was heartbroken because of the break up, but we stayed friends. We talk sometimes, we say hi to each other if we see each other somewhere and stuff like that. 

Since the pic reminded me of him like I said, I decided to tag him in the comments below and after about 2 minutes I got a text from him. 

Kian: would you really put your favorite boyfriend in a trash can, y/n?
I don’t think so.

I chuckled a little on his message before replying back. 

Me: EX boyfriend, honey 

Kian: hmm.. ;) 

Me: what’s that supposed to mean?

Kian: maybe I miss you 

Me: good for you 

Kian: why you so harsh? 

Me: what do you want me to say? 

Kian: well I was hoping ‘I miss you too’ 

Me: you wish

Kian: let’s go for a walk 

Me: what? when? 

Kian: now 

Me: it’s 1:15 a.m., I don’t think so 

Kian: I’ll be in front of your building in 5 min ;) 

Me: Kiannnn! 

Kian: I’m waiting for you, baby 

I groaned getting out of bed. He can’t be serious. Why does he want to go for a walk now? Oh well, I forgot that it’s Kian. He’s being unpredictable as always. 

I put on my black pants, plain white tank top and black cardigan with a pair of black vans on my feet. I did NOT put any makeup on because it’s 1 a.m. and Kian’s seen me without makeup before, so..

I got out of the building and found him standing in front of his car with his hands in his pockets. 

‘Hey’ He said spreading his arms. 

‘Hi, psycho’ I said shortly wrapping my arms around his body as he wrapped his around me pretty tightly. 

‘Why psycho?’ He chuckled as we pulled back from each other. 

‘Because it’s 1:30?’ 

‘I was bored!’ He whined. 


‘He’s asleep and I’d rather go for a walk with you than him.’ He said looking at me as we already started walking. I just rolled my eyes and sighed. 

We were walking down the streets and just talking about some random things for about an hour when Kian suddenly stopped. 

‘What?’ I asked confusedly. He smirked, lifted me up in his arms in bridal style and started running with me in his arms towards the black trash can that looked smiliar to that one on the pic. ‘Kian, stop! We’re gonna fall down!’ 

‘Throw yor ex here!’ He said opening the trash can and I started screaming. 

‘Nooo! Kian, stop!’ I laughed tightly wrapping my arms around his neck as he tried to put me into it. ‘Please, no!’ I buried my head into his neck and then he walked away from it laughing as he sat us down on a bench. ‘You’re so fucking crazy’ I said. 

‘Oh c’mon, do you think I’d ever put you in there?’ He chuckled holding my legs in his lap. 

‘Honestly? I’m not sure.’ I couldn’t help bu laugh at how crazy he is. 

When laughter started to die, he all of a sudden asked  ‘Y/n, why did we break up?’

‘You said you needed space’ I said looking away and playing nervously with my fingers. 

‘That was so fucking stupid.’ He said. ‘That’s the stupidest move we’ve ever done.’ 


‘I miss everything we had, you know? I really do. It doesn’t feel right this way’ 

‘What way?’ 

‘This. Without you in my life because all I found without you was misery.’ He said. ‘And I blame myself because we didn’t fight for each other.’ 

‘Kian, I never even wanted us to break up. It was your decision.’ 

‘I know, fuck, I know.’ He said throwing his head back. ‘I don’t know what was wrong with me. You were all I wanted, all I needed. Fuck, you still are and you’ll always be. But it’s too late now to ask for one more chance isn’t it?’ He asked not looking at me at all. 

I moved myself to sit in his lap and then I made him look at me and when he did, I put my hand on his cheek while being really close to his face. 

‘I don’t know’ I said quietly. ‘Maybe it isn’t’ And then we kissed. Only then I realized how much I really missed him. His lips brought all the memories back. 

I broke the kiss and leaned my forehead against his as he pulled me more into him. 

‘I’m just really scared that you’re going to ask again for some ‘space’ after some longer time’ I said honestly. 

‘I once made that mistake, I promise that it will not happen ever again. I promise.’ He said. ‘Do you still love me?’ He asked and I looked up at the sky smiling. ‘Answer me’ He chuckled. ‘Y/n..Answer me!’ He started tickling me and I started screaming.

‘Kian, stop, stop! I do, okay? I do.’  

‘You do what? Say it.’ He said burying his head into my neck and leaving kisses. 

‘I love you’ I said smiling. He pulled back grinning like a child and kissed my lips. ‘I love you, Robert. Always have, always will’

anonymous asked:

"Humble lesbian with a train of death"? That sounds like it has a story behind it. Do you care to share?

sometime last december i joined an apocalyptic campaign (nuclear winter) as a driver named Zed: 

and zed was gay for her savvyhead but i digress–she owned 2 trucks, one she lived in (something with an attached trailer like a u-haul) and one she fixed up to basically be like a tank. It was one of those 18 wheelers with two trailers and 3 guns and a bunch of spikes and shit. Since there were several other people playing we used the tank more just for the sheer space and protection it provided: 

and since we used it so much everyone sorta referred to it as a “death train” 

it was fun, it was like mad max meets ice road truckers; zed ran over a sports car

“Oh my god, I can’t believe him. I’m so mad I could punch something. No, you know what? – I’m going to punch him, he deserves it.”

Callie clenched her right hand into a tight fist, eyes flaring in anger and a scowl settling in deeply along the crease of her brow.

“Right in the nose. He can have his precious plastics posse fix it up for him.”

Making a beeline from the bedroom, still clad only in her pajama shorts and a Johns Hopkins tank top, the brunette made her way across the small apartment with determination in her stride.

“You’re not nothing! You’re everything. You’re my fiancée – you are Sofia’s mother. You.Are.Her.Mother.”

Arizona scrambled from the bed, bare feet hurrying along the hardwood floor as she followed the other woman. She’d finally told her about the heated words that had been exchanged between her and Mark after the car crash and during their daughter’s traumatic birth. Mark had apologized of course, profusely, but she’d always known she would have to tell Callie someday – she had wanted to – but until her fiancée had made a full recovery, Arizona hadn’t been willing to upset her any further than the last four months already had.

It had been a quiet morning, a peaceful morning. Sofia was still miraculously asleep in her bassinet, and the two of them had been cuddled up happily under the covers talking – it had seemed like as good a moment as any. Arizona had anticipated that Callie would be upset, and emotional, but she hadn’t anticipated the outburst of furious anger that had lit up the other woman’s face almost immediately.

“Mark should consider himself lucky to parent a child with you. I can’t believe him, I can’t—oh, he is going to hurt when I’m done with him…”

“Callie, wait.”

“I’m serious, Arizona,” the brunette whipped around, hair messy from sleep, fist raised again at the ready, “it’s not okay. Just one good punch, right in the—“

“Calliope Torres you are not going to punch Mark in the face.”

“Oh yes I am—“

“Well not with that kind of fist at least!”

Callie blinked once at the sudden outburst that interrupted her, looking down as the blonde woman’s smaller hand grasped onto hers. Arizona mimicked her action of making a fist and held it up between them, thumb tucked under the edge of her forefinger, and she tilted her head with an almost exasperated – albeit slightly amused – expression.

“This is how you break bones, Calliope, and you can’t just go around breaking your million dollar surgeon hands. Any wife of mine is going to learn how to punch like she means it.”

Arizona blew some stray hairs from her face and shifted her fingers, stretching them out and slowly curling them back into a proper fist as she held it up for Callie to see. The brunette was simply gazing at her with a dumbfounded look on her face, the anger ebbing slightly from her darkened eyes, and Arizona smiled sweetly, nodding her head affirmatively.

“Always keep your thumb on the outside, like this.“

She picked up Callie’s now slack hand and formed it into a fist for her – nudging her thumb to curl around the outside where it should be.

“This way, when you hit your target, you’re going to hit him right across the proximal phalanges and your metacarpals will take the brunt of the pressure. They’re much stronger than your thumb, which you were about to crack with your first hit.”

The blonde looked perfectly innocent despite the words coming out of her mouth, and Callie looked at her closed fist, eyebrow arching slightly.

“Aren’t I supposed to be the bone doctor here?”

“Well, I thought so,” Arizona’s dimples appeared with a grin, “but clearly your fighting skills aren’t as advanced as mine.”

Arizona shifted her stance and sent a forceful, fast punch out into the air in front of her, and her fiancée’s eyes widened perceptibly at the clear strength behind the fluid motion. She knew Arizona was strong, obviously, having long ago memorized every perfect, toned muscle in the other woman’s body – but this was an entirely new revelation.

“I grew up with the name Arizona surrounded by a bunch of military brats. My dad taught me how to punch hard and fast so I only had to punch once.”

Callie’s hand unclenched from its own fist and she brought her fingers up to trail along the bare, lightly freckled shoulder in front of her – she traced the blonde’s bicep, completely unable to help herself, and bit back a small smile as she looked up to meet blue eyes.

“So…did you go around punching people out often, or?”

“Well…” Arizona paused a moment, considering her answer, “not often.”

Licking her lips almost unconsciously, Callie slid her hands to the smaller woman’s waist, tugging her closer across the small space between them.

“That’s kinda hot.”

“Just make sure you remember – thumb outside. I like your fingers to be in working order…”

Smirking slightly, Arizona slid a hand over one of Callie’s and tangled their fingers together, wrapping around the strong digits as she ran her thumb lightly over warm, soft skin.

“I’m furious at Mark…I still really want to hit him for saying that to you.”

The anger and aggravation flared across brown eyes again, but Callie let out a slight sigh at Arizona’s gentle touch – the hand still on her waist tugging the blonde firmly against her own torso.

“I know, and I love you for that. But how about…”

Glancing backwards in the direction of the bedroom, Arizona lowered her voice a touch and listened for any sounds from the tiny sleeping infant behind them. Hearing nothing but silence, she brought Callie’s hand up to her own and pressed a kiss against her fingertips, slowly and ever so lightly letting her tongue flicker out to trace around them.

“…we make better use of this hand right now?”

Swallowing almost audibly at the look in her fiancée’s eyes and the low, sultry tone of her voice, Callie could only stare for a moment, her body suddenly tingling in anticipation as a warm, wet tongue darted out to trace along her finger again and a pair of soft lips wrapped around it, sucking lightly.


Her eyes fixed on the blue ones in front of her, Callie stuttered slightly, nodding as a slow, satisfied smile tugged at Arizona’s face. Suddenly, her anger from earlier was definitely forgotten for the time being.

Anger could wait. Arizona was always a priority.

“…I can punch him later.”





I’ve had a few questions and requests to explain my set up and how I care for my hermit crabs. This is just how I do it, and I’d like to stress that I am not an expert and I’m still learning myself. Make sure to do your own research in regards to any information in this post.

Set Up:

Glass aquarium - I’m really not too sure about the exact size, but it is fairly large

Substrate - Mixture of coco fibre and washed children’s play sand. The tank also has a pure sand pit area and has a false bottom made of large pebbles to allow for drainage.

Lighting/heating - cheap aquarium light from eBay - not necessary but I like to add a natural day/night cycle. Heating pad. Digital hydrometer and thermometer.

Structure - Foam rock background cut to fit to encourage natural climbing behaviour. Wooden rodent bendy bridges used as dividers and against wall all climbing toys. XL piece of goldvine as centrepiece and climbing toy. Wooden rodent climbing tube.

Bowls- Large white fresh water bowl (as you can see in the above pic the crab can fully submerge). Smaller salt water dish (to be replaced with larger bowl that crabs can fully submerge in). Two food dishes, one for staple diet and one for treats and fresh food.

Extras - Vines for decoration and climbing, Repurposed reptile hide, dollar store auction cup shower caddy used to hold moss and spare shells, spare shells, pinecones for climbing and cuttlebone for calcium.

Food - I don’t feed commercial food. I use a mix of coconut, shredded oats, seeds, dried fruit and seaweed as an everyday food. In addition to that I also give fresh fruits and vegetables as treats. Rarely I’ll also give them a pinch of good quality fish flakes or dried shrimp as a treat.

Care schedule:

Daily: I spray the tank daily with declorinated water, and refresh the salt and fresh water. I find my crabs like to trek substrate in their bowls a lot so they don’t stay clean for long. I also feed a small amount of my staple diet every day, and make sure to remove and clean any old food/treats. I also daily check for mould and spot clean if necessary.

Weekly: Clean and reset. I remove the top layer of substrate and any soiled parts being carful to not disturb any crabs that may be buried below moulting. I replace with a layer of fresh substrate. On my big cleaning day I also fix any plants or decorations that the crabs may have disturbed and I shuffle their spare shells around. I also clean all the bowls with boiling water.

Monthly: I clean the glass with warm declorinated water and clean all of the lids.

As for where I got my supplies I really don’t have a concrete answer as their tank was given to me by a relative and many of the other supplies have been frankesteined over time from many different stores. I do have some tips though. Bird and rodent toys often work really well for hermit crabs, especially natural wooden toys as they can climb them very easily and they’re nontoxic. Just make sure to check any wooden objects for mould and clean them often. You can also use reptile supplies.

Hope this answers any questions you may have about my tank and crabbies! If there’s anything else you’re curious about, or if you see something I can improve on feel free to message me.

(And yes my crab is white ^^. These are Australian hermit crabs)

@amazingpetenclosures - hope you don’t mind me tagging you. I received most of these questions after you reblogged my set up.

also thank you to @fantasticbeastsandhowtokeepthem for your lovely advice!
😊Slide Into My Dms (Grayson x Reader)

Summary:  An imagine where Grayson dms the reader and he finds her cute so they keep dming each other back and forth. One day they decide to meet in person and whole fandom goes crazy because they recognize her from tumblr and twitter.

Warnings: None

A/N: All the twitter messages in italics are DM’s and the ones not are actual tweets. ETHAN SERIES WILL BE UP SOON!!!!

Originally posted by daydreamminds

Two months ago, Grayson Dolan dm’ed me and my life was changed. It all started with a following spree on twitter.

@Graysondolan: Hey thanks for subscribing and having our dm’s on! I LOVE YOU❤️😊


@Graysondolan: We’re going to have a guest star :) I’ll keep an eye out and make sure you watch it❤️

@your_username: Always babes 💕😊

Our dming turned into everyday conversation. He constantly tells me that I’m cute and that he wants to see me, but I’m too nervous. I very popular on tumblr based off of my Dolan Twins imagines account. I didn’t want people to send me hate and make Grayson hate me either. After talking with some of my friends, I decided to take a chance. I decided to initiate a date first.

@your_username: Hey Gray, would you wanna possibly meet up and get to know each other? Just an idea 😊

@Graysondolan: Of course cutie :) Wanna meet at the Grove? Let’s say 7?

@your_username: 7 sounds perfect❤️😊

@Graysondolan: Like you 😘

@your_username: Save that flirting mister!

I took a quick shower and I decided I would wear a black tank top with blue jeans. I straightened my hair and threw on a little straw hat and I checked the time which read 6:45. I decided I would go ahead and head off to the grove and hopefully Grayson would already have a booth or something instead of me having to pick it out. Just as I started my car my phone started buzzing like crazy when I saw Grayson tweeted something.

@Graysondolan: So excited for my evening with @your_username It’s going to be so much fun. Who knew a few DM’s would turn into this? 😊

My phone was blowing up with twitter and tumblr messages which was so crazy. I mean my Tumblr app would always blow up, this time it was my messages going crazy.

Dolanfan1: OMG U AND G ON A DATE



Even my twitter mentions were blowing up. I finally decided to turn my phone off so my phone wouldn’t explode. I parked my car and saw I was a few minutes late. I threw my powered off phone in my purse and quickly made my way into the restaurant where I saw Grayson was in line. I casually pushed past some people while I muttered ‘excuse me’ and ‘sorry’. Soon Grayson must have heard me, because he turned around and he smiled.

“I was starting to think you wouldn’t show.” He says and I shake my head.

“No your mention literally blew up my phone so I was checking on that while I was in the car. I didn’t want anything to distract me from this date.” I knew what I said right after it slipped. Neither Grayson or I called this a date and now I looked like a crazy fan. I pulled my bottom lip in between my teeth as I mentally smacked myself.

“Well you’re the only thing that’s going to be distracting me from the date.” He chuckles and I bury my face in my hands. He gives my shoulder a reassuring squeeze and he smiles. “Yes, Y/N this is a date.” He smiles as our waitress takes our drink orders and we look through the menu. We just talked and laughed most of the night. Every so often Grayson’s knee would bump mine and he would apologize, but I would brush it off. People would come up and ask for pictures with Grayson and I and I knew rumors would be swirling once I turned my phone on. Finally our food came and we ate. Grayson kept making me laugh and he even posted a pic of my on his snapchat.

He was honestly so cute and super sweet and he drove me crazy. He was such a cute little bean and I adored him so much. When the check came around I reached for my purse, but when I looked back at the table the check was gone and Grayson was just smiling.

“Grayson!” I playfully snapped at him. “I wanted to pay for my half! You didn’t have to do that.” I sighed and she just shrugged.

“This is our first date. You really think I’m going to let you pay? My dad told me gentlemen will pay for the cute ladies and you Y/N are a very cute lady.” He smirks which I start to feel myself blush. Grayson even walked me out to my car, opened the door, and kissed my cheek as I drove away from him. I pulled into my driveway and turned my phone back on. Out of all the crazy tweets I noticed one that made my heart melt. It was a picture of me taken off guard. It was when I was looking for our waitress to refill Grayson and I’s drinks.

The caption read ‘I always did say I would date a fan ❤️😊’ My mentions still blew up and so did my messages on Tumblr, but I didn’t care at this point. I just went on a date with Grayson Dolan and it was probably the greatest thing to happen to me since he DM’ed me.

I’m in Las Vegas. Haven’t been here in 15 years or so.

The sidewalks are crowded, more than I remember. Business must be good.

I saw a 400 pound woman driving a mobility scooter one handed. In her other hand she held a cigarette. There was an oxygen tank in the basket behind her.

I was shaking my head at that. Then another mobility scooter rolled into sight. That one had TWO 300 pound women on it. Talk about squeezed in. They weren’t smoking though.

Living in Minnesota it’s not often I smell cigarette smoke. Minneapolis just banned it from city parks. I thought it already was banned. Many people smoke in Vegas. Inside, outside, in cars, in restrooms, probably even in operating rooms and daycare centers I’m guessing.

I went to a car museum. Most of the vehicles were for sale. I don’t understand some people who obtain a car hoping it becomes a classic. 1991 Corvette and a 1985 VW Golf convertible. The VW was $45k. I think the Vette was $60k. Neither had ever been titled and neither had over 50 miles driven. Don’t listen to me; I’ll never own a classic car. The all black ‘70 Charger was pretty cool though. At least someone had driven that car and gotten some enjoyment out of it.

My feet are tired from so much walking. I’ve gambled $3 so far. I’m down $3.

I would give ALL my love and gratitude to the person that writes a stud-ly grease monkey Nicole and super girly city girl Waverly meeting when Waverly’s car breaks down in the middle of freaking nowhere and Nicole rides past and is all super cocky and flirty and all “I can fix that” and Waverly is instantly smitten and her eyes can’t stop staring at the way Nicoles tank top/overalls cling to her body. And she wants to pay Nicole but ooops oh no she doesn’t have any cash….isn’t there any other way she could pay Nicole for her services *wink wink*………they have sex in case it wasn’t clear.

My pool gave out a few years back and I had put all of the equipment in my garage and shed at the time.  You all know that I miss having a pool but it will be some time before I can afford to replace it.  As I am just now getting close to the end of the project to remove the deck, back fill the area and have it seeded etc as I mentioned yesterday.

So this morning I decided it was time to let go of some of the pool stuff and I was putting it out at the end of my driveway for someone to take and put to use.  I also was putting out a few of those resin chairs I had by the pool, which were many years old and a bit ashy etc.  

An SUV pulls up and asks if the chairs were broken and I told her no, just need to be cleaned up and add a few cushions.  She asked if I could help load one in her car and hang on to the other one for her until she came back in a few minutes to pick it up.  

About 5 minutes later she came back and as I was loading the other chair in the back of her car for her, she mentioned that a few years ago they were going through a hard time financially and were passing by my house in late Nov or early Dec.  I was putting out a fish tank/ stand that I did not need and she was the one who took it.  She recalled asking me if it leaked (which it did not etc).  Anyway, she brought it home  got it all setup for her kids for Christmas.  She said they are still enjoying it today, as their pet turtle now calls it home.

She told me that I was their Santa that year and they think about that/me each time they pass by my house.  

Anyone who knows me, knows how much I love Christmas and being a Santa.  So you know that her story of course chokes me up and just tells you sometimes things all happen for a reason!

mcheffer  asked:

You are so awesome. You are kind and funny, and talented. Thank you so much for the goody of The recent Richonne getting it on gifs! I was like all 👀 Did you notice that while Rick has his shirt off, Michonne still has on her clothes? Not only that, but Michonne is actually wearing a long sleeve top. In the other clip where Rick is pleading for more, Michonne is wearing a tank top with no sleeves. I think these are two separate occasions. Any thoughts? Thanks in advance! Blessings to you!

Oh wow, thank you so much! ❤And you’re quite welcome, although it is absolutely my pleasure to do it. 

And yes, I absolutely noticed Rick is just wearing his drawers and Michonne is fully clothed. I’m just imagining him greeting her at the back of the van like:

But yeah, this is definitely a different day than the car, and even the promo scene where they’re kissing in the school, so we’ve got a lot to look forward to. They’re about to get it in on this little road trip. I’m already imagining a wedding and honeymoon all in one. And there goes my heart exploding all over again. 

30 Day OTP Challenge (Bucky Barnes) Day Three: Playing Video games

Note: Slight swearing, hilariousness

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Words: 1170

Tony had given (Y/N) the day off considering Bucky wasn’t in a good place at the moment so he knew that Bucky needed (Y/N) as much as he could have her. (Y/N) was complaining, walking up to his room she knocked on the door hearing shuffling before the door slowly creaked up. Bucky had his hair tied back in a bun with a few hair strands sticking out, only in a pair of dark grey sweat pants that did wonders on his thighs. She held a few new video games that she had bought from the store so they could play together. She wasn’t the best at games, but she’d try for him if it mean making him happy and she’d do anything to see him smile. His face lit up almost instant seeing her gorgeous face in front of him before he held open the door for her.

“Hey there.” She grins walking into the room as he shuts the door. “Stark give you the day off?” He asked softly. “Yeah, so I decided to spend it with you.” She sets the games onto his bed as he quirks an eyebrow. “You mean he gave it to you off so you could help me.” He counters when she turns around crossing her arms. “And you’re complaining about that?” She asked as he went silent for a moment. “No, I just feel bad… You should have to always come to my aid whenever I’m not feeling myself.” He sighed when she walked over cupping his face gently. “Buck, I love you. I will always be here for you whenever you aren’t feeling your best. That’s what girlfriends do. That’s what lovers do. They take care of each other.” She whispered softly.

“But you’re always taking care of me. I never get to take care of you.” He said rubbing the back of his neck as anger flashes across his face. She turned his cheek to make him look at her as she held a frown on her features before sighing. “Bucky, I don’t mind taking care of you, and you do without realizing it. Whenever you lean on me for something That’s how you take care of me. Because I need you as much as you need me.” She smiles, but Bucky didn’t looked convinced. “Enough, let’s play some games, eats some pizza and have fun today. Just you, me and the foot of your bed.” She grins as Bucky smiles when he pulls her into a very tight hug causing her to squeak. “You are something else Doll.” He whispered before pulling her over in front of the TV.

“Which game do you want to play? I have ‘Left for Dead Two’, ‘Mario Kart Eight’, or ‘Resident Evil: Outbreak.’ I have others, but these are ones I’m semi-good at.” She blushes causing him to laugh as they both plop down onto the bed. “Hm… I’ve never played Left for Dead Two.” He said as she picks up the case grinning. “I’m Ellis. You can be Nick.” She said before popping the disk into the console. “Who’s Nick and Ellis?” Bucky asked quirking an eyebrow. “Two characters. It’ll be fine.” She said before handing him a controller as the both look to the screen. “This is an apocalypse game?” He asked as she nods. “Yup, Nick, Ellis, Rochelle, and Coach, all team up to get out of each map on the game.” (Y/N) explains as he nods looking from her to the screen.

“Alright, which map?” He asked as she clicks on the one called ‘Swamp Fever’ causing him to look at her. “Why is it called Swamp Fever?” He asked. “It’s mostly flooded and it makes it harder to move in the area.” (Y/N) said as they started the game. An hour into the game they were laughing as (Y/N) jumps up onto the bed screaming. “DON’T SHOOT THE WITCH!! SHE’LL KILL YOU!! OH MY GOD THERE’S A TANK! WE’RE SCREWED WE ARE SO SCREWED!!” She screams as Bucky’s eyes widened before he screams when the witch cried out running towards him. “What the hell is that thing!” He said in shock. “That’s the witch!!” (Y/N) huffed before she sat on her knees when she starts to bounce on the heels of her feet as Bucky smiles watching her.

He had a smile on his face watching her go from a very serious secretary or nurse to a young woman who is screaming as a group of zombies come for her. It was amusing and he found himself falling even harder for her when there was a knock at his door. (Y/N) frowned pausing the game as she stood up mumbling that she’ll get it before walking over and opening it. “What are you guys doing here?” She asked to the other Avengers standing there. “I heard slaughtering of the dead, it was calling me.” Clint said as everyone said how they wanted to watch when she looked back to Bucky before he nods. “Sure, but it’s (Y/N) and I playing.” Bucky comments when everyone pours in, sitting on the floor or bed around the TV to watch the duo.

Soon everyone was laughing as (Y/N) growls smashing buttons on the controller while slaughtering a group of the undead surrounding her. They were playing ‘Dead Center’ now and were running around the mall to collect the cans of gasoline for the car. “Stay at the bottom and I’ll hand you the gas cans! It’ll be more efficient!” (Y/N) said as Bucky pulled his legs up to sit indian style on the bed. “Shit! There’s a tank!” He said as (Y/N) screams trying to get away from it. “BUCKY GET THE GAS INTO THE CAR!! I’LL WORRY ABOUT THE TANK!” She said as everyone sat closer watching the screen intensely waiting for them either to die or be successful. “I got it!” He exclaims happily when it cut to the scene as they team busts out of the mall.

“Finally!” (Y/N) grins excitedly before they look to each other. “Remind me if there’s a zombie apocalypse to have you on my side.” Clint comments as everyone murmurs their agreements. “Damn right!” (Y/N) said pointing at him. “Language.” Steve sighs as (Y/N) blushes looking to him. “Sorry Cap.” She said when they chuckled. “What other games you got?” Clint asked as him and Thor grab a controller. “I have ‘Mario Kart Eight’ and ‘Resident Evil: Outbreak’ left.” She said as Clint grins. “Mind if we play?” He asked looking to Bucky. “No, just don’t break the controllers.” He points a finger at him as a warning causing everyone to laugh. “I’ll order pizza.” Tony stood up walking out as everyone started playing Mario when Bucky looks to (Y/N). ‘Thank you.’ He mouthed with a soft smile. ‘No need. I love you.’ She mouthed back to him when he kissed her softly feeling a lot better.

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Prompt ~ Arkham knight Jason Todd x reader. So reader has history with Jason and was heartbroken from losing him. But when city of fear hit she finds him and when he convinces her to leave for her own safety she ends up coming back meeting him on a rooftop where she says she can’t leave him, never again, she brings her over and holds her from behind where they share the iconic kiss

“Bruce you can’t be fucking serious.” You glared at Bruce who looked beyond pissed.

“You’re going to stay with Alfred, don’t even think you’re going out there.” Bruce stated with his nostrils flared.

“You let Nightwing help, am I not good as Golden Boy?” You spat, slamming your hand on your desk in anger.

“I can’t lose you too.” Bruce said in a softer tone, the whole night had been hectic. Barbara was dead, Tim wasn’t answering, Nightwing was dealing with Penguins caches, Scarecrow was planning to let our fear toxin all over Gotham, people in the city had been evacuated, and you were stuck with Alfred trying to find any background on the Arkham Knight.

“I’m not unstable any more Bruce, it’s been years since his death.” You added, Jason’s death had taken a huge toll on you. You were depressed for months and once you saw the tape of him getting shot you lost it, you ran away from the manor and hunted down the Joker. You tortured the Joker just as he did to Jason, Bruce and Dick had found your hide out and stopped you from killing the douche. You knew deep down what you did was wrong but you didn’t regret a thing. So once you found out Joker died you were beyond ecstatic, Bruce even let you back out on the field. He had punished you for your actions which pissed you off but you had made amends with him, little by little you built up your relationship with Bruce again and even helped him train Tim even though you despised the kid at first.

“I’m not going to do anything bad, I’m just gonna go patrol and see if I find anything suspicious.” You pleaded. Alfred rolled his eyes already knowing how this was going to end.

“Fine, but you will contact me or Alfred if anything seems out of the ordinary and you will not take on any of the militia, understood?” Bruce instructed with a stern tone, you nodded your head anxiously and shut off the cam.

“I suppose you’ll be needing this?” Alfred handed you your mask, “Thank you Alfred.” You quickly slipped it on a small smile making its way on your face.

 Driving through the streets of Gotham was something you always enjoyed, the feeling of the wind blowing your hair back and not having to worry about the speed limits since no one was gonna tell vigilante off. It was a good way to clear your mind but tonight it was none of these, there were no cars and other motorcycles it was lonely. It felt wrong, it made your skin crawl and made you anxious, just waiting for something to happen. Just as you were about to take a right turn you were knocked of your motorcycle by a tank.

“Shit.” You groaned as you rolled clumsily to the ground, your motorcycle crashed into a building, but that’s not what worried you. It was the man standing before you that was speeding up your heart rate.

“Y/N?” The Arkham Knight stepped closer to you, you backed up, “How do you know my name?” You stood up, ignoring the pain your legs.

“Who are you?” You questioned as he cornered you, “Not yet.” He replied, “Bats is gonna be pissed.” You kicked him on his chest making him stumble back, you landed a solid punch on his helmet. In his distracted moment you tried to escape but he grabbed you by your shoulder and pulled you back with so much force you landed on the ground.

“Stop.” He growled as he pinned you down, you thrashed in his hold, “Fuck off.” You spat back trying to kick him off. “Still stubborn I see.” He twirled a strand of your hair, it was an action that was familiar to you and comforting, but right now it was pissing you off.

“You’re still as beautiful as I remember.” He continued, you barred your teeth at him, “Shut up!” You screeched as he began to peal your mask of slowly, revealing your Y/E/C eyes full of fear.

“You son of a bi-” You shut yourself up as he clicked a button on his helmet, it slowly began to reveal his face. That’s when you spotted the scar, the scar that the monster had bestowed on him.

Jason?” You whispered vulnerably, tears began to pour out your eyes, “You’re alive?”

“I missed your eyes.” Jason wiped your tears with his gloved hand, “God I missed you so much.” His eyes bore into yours, his blue eyes looked sadder than you remember but they still looked breathtaking.

“It’s you, oh my god, it’s you.” You sobbed, his grip on your arms loosened, you slipped out his grip and cupped his face.

“He took you away from me, I wanted to kill him. I was so close, but now you’re here. How? I saw you die?” You asked, he pulled you up from the ground but still held you in his arms.

“He thought I died, I was able to escape.” Jason answered his eyes scanning your face desperately.

“Why are you working with Scarecrow?” You’re eyes hardened, “Bruce has to pay.” Jason’s sweet demeanor changed, his tone darker.

“Jason, Bruce mourned over you.”

“No he fucking didn’t! He let the piece of shit live and he even fucking replaced me. Are you seriously taking his side?” He screamed at you his eyes full of rage.

“I’m not defending him, but you were his son. He didn’t replace you dammit, Tim wanted to be Robin. Bruce changed and he wasn’t the same, Tim wanted to help him and he gave Bruce hope. They searched for you and they got the tape, I was depressed for months and they wouldn’t let me look for you. I got so mad with Bruce and when he showed me the tape I told him how much I hated him and I ran away! You can’t do this.” You said, your eyebrows knitting together.

Jason’s eyes watered, “I’m sorry, that monster changed me and I’m not mentally stable. You need to leave the city.” Jason pulled you into his chest.

“Scarecrow is going to release the toxin soon, you need to go.” Jason cupped your face, rubbing circles on your cheeks.

“Jason you can’t do this-”

“Please Y/N, I have to fix this.” You nodded your head slowly, he smiled at you, god you thought you would never see his smile again.

His glanced down at your lips, “Can I?” You nodded your head again, he locked your lips with his. It felt different from all your other kisses with him, it was needy and passionate. His lips were still soft and molded perfectly with yours and it made your knees weak, just as you pulled away you placed a tracker on his back.

“I love you.” Your lips were only centimeters apart, foreheads touching. “I love you too.” He kissed you one more time, you pulled back and grappled your way through the city back to your apartment. Bruce wasn’t going to be happy but you believed in Jason, even if he wasn’t mentally stable you knew he would fix everything.

You hated Metropolis, nothing eventful seemed to happen here and if something did happen another superhero would deal with it, no doubt one of the Kents. You only been here for a few hours and you were already tired of the city, Bruce hadn’t even tried to contact you. Alfred did and you just told him nothing was going on and to not worry. You were starting to regret leaving Gotham but you didn’t want to upset Jason.

“Fuck it.” You grappled back down to the ground from the skyscraper you were on and hopped onto your new motorcycle that Luscious has sent you. You quickly speed to Gotham, you had to get there because if something happened and you didn’t even try to stop it you would hate yourself for it.

Just as you entered Gotham your jaw dropped, people were already flooding back into the city. But that wasn’t what shocked you, the footage on the big screen showed Bruce with his cowl off, it kept replaying and it made your stomach drop.

“Y/N?” You parked your motorcycle, Bruce’s hologram appearing on your cam, “Bruce? What happened, I’m sorry I couldn’t-”

“Jason told me.” Your eyes widened at the mention of Jason’s name, “I don’t blame you, but protocol Nightfall is about to begin.”

“Bruce you can’t be serious, there has to be another way-”

“I have to do this to protect all of you, this won’t be the last time we see each other.” Bruce’s eyes bored into your masked ones, “You promise?” You bit your lip trying to hold your sobs, “I promise.”

“I love you, dad.” You smiled sadly at him, your heart breaking at the thought of how hurt he must feel, “I love you too.” He smiled back at you one last time and shut his cam off.

“Jason…” You mumbled, you needed to find him. You clicked a button on your gauntlet revealing where he was, he wasn’t far he was still in the city. You hopped off your motorcycle and grappled towards the skyscrapers. You ran across buildings heading towards the east side of Gotham.

After a long time you finally got closer to him, from the distance you spotted a shining red helmet. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion at the new look.

“Jason!” You screamed, the figure turned around, you sprinted and jumped on him. He quickly wrapped his arms around your waist to prevent you from falling.

“Is it you?” You asked.

“Of course it’s me if it wasn’t I would have dropped you.” He chuckled as he put you down.

“I told you to stay out of Gotham it’s still dangerous especially after what happened.” He took of his helmet revealing his thick black unruly hair.

“I can’t leave you, not again.” You went near the edge of the skyscraper, looking at the city down below once again full of life.

“I’m sorry, this is all my fault.” Jason’s chest pressed up against your back, his arms wrapped around your waist.

“I don’t care right now, just kiss me.” You turned your head slightly to meet his lips, this was just the start of new hectic chapter of life but right now you didn’t care, right now everything felt right in his arms.

Bungou Stray Dogs Book 1: Dazai Osamu’s Entrance Exam [Chapter 3 Part 7-9]


so, first of all, chapter 3 part 5 didn’t have any tags, so some of you who were looking for the translations through the tags might’ve missed it. I deleted the re-post of ch 3 pt 5 already~ I didn’t know why I didn’t add tags, maybe I forgot? Maybe I was in a rush? I don’t really remember… anyways, I added the tags now!

Also, there were supposed to be TWO updates! ch 3 pt 7-9 and pt 10-12 were supposed to be separate. But in the archive I used to share docs between @vanillue and I, it was titled 7-12 so I didn’t bother checking twice when I uploaded, here’s the missing part between 6 and 10! I also renamed ch 3 pt 7-12 to 10-12!!!

I hope this clears out any confusion >< 

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Damage assesment from yesterday’s accident. Driver floor pan buckled, thr whole hatch floor scrunched up behind me. Gas tank crushed and punctures. Ripples in the roof, force cracked the front windshield. Front strut towers moved, rear strut tower fucked. The rear coilovers are pretty much toast. Hit so hard the rad fan got dislodged, the interior plastics broke off, trans tunnel tweaked. Also got pictures of the other car.

Holy shit how did I walk away from that.

Grabbed my Nardi steering wheel, sex I gauges, and some other miscellaneous shit.

The tow guy was nice enough to grab my Mardi horn button and out in the glove box when he found it on the street. Big ups to him.

anonymous asked:

Still open?? 77,78 and 79 with.. gang/mafia!Shownu ? Is it possible? ^^ Thank u 😙

Originally posted by chaelips

People think getting shot results in immediate, devastating, searing pain. They’re wrong.

You’d taken a different way home from work after a friend told you it was shorter. With your shift running late, it was already dark and cold and you just wanted to get home as soon as possible. It was through a part of town you weren’t familiar with, but it seemed safe enough. As you pass a closed storefront, a black car speeds by. Something hits you in the shoulder, hard like a pebble. 

You stumble and yell after the car, “What asshole throws something out a car window at a stranger?”

You lean down to try to find the stone but nothing is by your feet. Something dark drips onto the yellow pavement. A glance up shows only black sky. Your hand goes to your shoulder and finds something wet. When you pull your fingers away and hold them up to the light, they’re covered in red. More of your blood stains your shirt in a lazy river flowing down your chest. That’s when the pain hits.

The burn shoves your knees to the pavement. Your eyes lock on the blood on your hand. Someone shot you. Why? You’re a nobody, just some kid pretending to be an adult with a crappy job to pay the bills.

Dully, you note the screech of brakes on the road beside you. It’s the same car that passed before. Two men in dark clothes jump out and race over to you, their hands roughly grabbing your bare arms. You cry out in pain at the pull on your shoulder and one slams a hand over your mouth. It smells like grease and urine. You want to wretch, your head spinning.

The other man grabs your chin and jerks it up. A third man leans out the window, looks at your face with empty eyes, and nods.

Scared, hurt, and confused, your mind takes pity on you. You can’t handle this situation. You pass out.

Raised male voices wakes you up. You whimper and try to move, but your limbs won’t move. Something dry and rough is stuffed in your mouth and tastes of sweat. Panicking, you open your eyes only to be met by darkness.

The pain from your shoulder comes back with a vengeance. Moaning, you struggle to move. Plastic needles dig into your wrists. As your eyes adjust to the dark, you can barely make out the cheap rope that binds your hands and legs to an old chair. Your captors were thorough; there’s not enough give in the rope for you to bend down to take out the gag. Not that anyone would care if you screamed.

Tears stream down your face. You’re going to die and you don’t even know why. You don’t even know when they’ll kill you or if they’ll torture you or worse before so.

The voices come closer and you notice a thin outline of a door in front of you, the light weak. You shrink into yourself, trembling.

“You’re sure none of your men followed you, Shownu?”

“I told you they didn’t. I gave you my word. Now where is she? You hurt her and your head is mine.” You don’t recognize the man’s voice, but the chill in it leaves no doubt he means it.

What have you gotten into?

“Cool your damn jets, man. We only hurt her a little. Easy patch up. She’s in here.”

The door opens. The bright light blinds you, the hurt temporarily distracting you from your shoulder. A shadow crosses over your vision and hands come to your face.

When you open your eyes, another man’s face is in front of you. Not one of the men who took you, but you still don’t know him. But he’s acting like he knows you. His eyebrows are pressed together in a worried frown, his mouth gritted in anger.

You flinch when he raises a hand to your cheek and moves closer. He takes off the gag with gentle fingers, pressing his forehead against yours. He whispers,  “You’re safe now. I’ve got you.”

“I don’t know you,” you breathe. You can’t speak any louder. You’re too out of it.

“I know. It’s okay. I’m still going to get you out. Just do what I say, okay?”

You nod, biting your lip and trying not to cry harder. You don’t have any other choice but to believe this stranger.

Louder, he scolds, “You shouldn’t have even been there!”

“Too bad you didn’t warn your girl better, Shownu,” says in the man in the doorway. His face is still in shadow. “Now, tell us where your stash is and we’ll let her walk away. You’ll stay with us so we’re sure you don’t lie to us and your crew don’t jump us.”

“Fine. Just let me get her out to my car, alright?” At the man’s nod, Shownu hurriedly and expertly unties you.

He sheds his jacket, leaving him in only a tank-top, and puts it around your shaking form before easing you into his arms. Shownu strides out of the room with all the confidence of a king. You shut your eyes and turn into his chest. You don’t want to see anymore. You don’t want to feel anymore. You just want to be home.

Cold air hits your exposed skin.

“Almost there,” Shownu murmurs. “I’m going to put you in the car. Cover your ears and stay low once I shut the door. Okay?”

He takes the tightening of your fingers on his shirt as a ‘yes.’ His hand leaves your back, followed by the click of the door. The leather seat is expensive smooth beneath your cheek. From the corner of your eye, you see Shownu’s hand that had been adjusting his jacket around you enclose around the dull handle of gun on the floor.

“Lay low,” he mouths, smoothing the hair away from your face.

He closes the door and pandemonium erupts. You cower, heart frantically beating. Gunshots and screams and shouts make it through the thick windows and your hands covering your ears. The car rocks, but nothing more hits you.

Then, silence.

You scream and jerk up when someone opens the door.

“It’s okay; it’s me,” Shownu says softly. Blood runs down his cheek from a scratch and his shirt sticks to his chest with sweat. “I’m sorry. You weren’t supposed to hear that. We wanted to extract you without exposing you to this more, but they were too fortified.”

“But why bother? You don’t know me?”

“I chose this life. I won’t have innocents die because of me.” Shownu straightens and calls, “Changkyun, come here.” He looks down at you again. “Changkyun will take care of you. We’ll decide where to go after that.

A/N: Firstly, loveliest anon, HOW DARE YOU!!!!! MY FEELS WRITING THIS!!!! I’m only half kidding, I love you and thank you so much for playing.

Name: Drew Smicht. Don't ask me what smicht means, I got no clue.

Age:  21.. yeah I’m still in highschool, what of it?

Current Residence: Michigan,.. wha?… you want the town? Huh okay royal woods, you probably heard of it.

Friends: Well I got some regulars I hang out with but nowadays it’s mostly just this Lil’ punk dude named Vince and this gal named Stella. I probably got more, but I ain’t good at rememberin’ names.

Siblings: Naomi (Step-sister/Pain in my ass)

Significant Others: If I had any, it wouldn’t be any of your business. Now would it?

Eye Color: What is this spy flick? You need my retinal scan or some shit?

Hair Color: W-wha? What are you color blind? It’s orange… maybe red… well I'm ginger either way, so whatever.

Skin color: Pretty white, the last time I checked. Though I got a bit of tan on me so that could something?

Distinguishing features: Say something about my eyebrow. I dare you. Or my hair? Or the fact that I got a pointy nose? or-or maybe you wanna mention how tall I am? C’mon, say something? If you got the balls to do it?

Dress: Huh I got a jacket… a tank top… some jeans- w-what is this? Am I on fashion show right now? What the hell do you care?

Habits: Right now it’s being asked a bunch of stupid questions. But I tend to fix stuff, like bikes and cars what have you. I like fighting sometimes, but my parole officer said I had to quit that shit. So now I just keep my hands busy with other stuff.

Hobbies: hobby… hobby… hob-by…. shit I don’t know. I tend to listen to music I guess. Like uh… Stella got me into these musicals, which surprisingly isn’t as stupid as I thought it would be. I also play some music, the harmonica. Yeah, I know it ain’t no guitar or drums but it’s an instrument. You play music with it. Whatever.

Interests: Well talkin’ been kind of an interest. Right now I’ve been 

Strengths: Fixin’ stuff, breakin’ stuff, talkin’ to folks, honesty and uh… yeah I think that’s about it.

Weaknesses:  Let me think… I’m too honest! yeah, I've pissed off… a lot of people in the past for being too honest. You know my mah always said honesty is the best quality and shit like that but let me tell you… people do not appreciate it. Woof.

Family Life: Thought we covered this? Fine. I got me, my mah, my step-sister and my step-dad. We’re alright, nothing out of the ordinary. My mah works at a diner, my sister’s in high school, my step-dad is an officer. So that's pretty much my life, and I’m just trying to get through high school. Nothing else worth mentionin’ there.

“I was wondering if you’d go out with my brother?” Darry imagine

requsted prompts: “I think I’m in love with you, and that scares the crap out of me” “I think you’re just afraid to be happy” “choose me”



The first time you met Darry was during the first week of summer. You had been walking down the street in the blistering Tulsa heat (That rhymes). The moment you saw Darry it got hotter. He was shirtless and roofing a house. You stopped mid-strut and took a gander as he did the same. If this wan’t love at first sigh you wren’t sure what was. You realized you were still staring as you gave a flirty wink and went on your way.

Darry couldn’t stop thinking about the “mystery girl” (you) he explained to Soda and Ponyboy. He told them how stunningly beautiful you were. He never gushed about anything to his brothers let alone a girl, but you were an exception. Thinking about you made him happy which put everyone in a better mood overall. He even dreamt of you that night. You did the exact same thing when you invited some of your friends over to hang out. You couldn’t stop blushing and fanning  yourself as you explained the “Mystery man”.

With Darry in such a good mood he got off of Pony’s back about things so  Ponyboy hUNTeD you down so he could convince you to go out with Darry. After two hours of looking all over Tulsa he went to the DX to ask Soda if he had seen you. He found you gassing up your car. You bought a drink and waited for your tank to fill up. It was as hot as the day you met Darry. Ponyboy knew who were by the way Darry explained you.

“Excuse me, Miss?” Ponyboy sang politely.

“Yes?” you replied raising an eyebrow.

“I know you don’t know me, but i was wondering if you would go out with my brother?” He gulped.

“What?” you laughed.

“Well my brother has been in such a good mood ever since he saw you in the street the other day. I was just wondering if you could do me a favor and go on a  date with him?” Ponyboy said looking down at his shoes.

“Your brother’s the one who roofs houses, huh?” You chuckled, paying for your gas.

“Uh yeah and I think y’all should go out because if just seeing you made him this happy, just think of the good times you guys could have together” he lied as his ears burned bright red.”

“A date huh? Well where do you live? I’ll drive you back to your house and talk to your brother about this ‘date’ “ you teased opening your passenger door for him.

He got in the car as you drove off following his directions. You parked parallel to the sidewalk across the street from his house and Ponyboy walked you into the shabby looking house.

“Darry isn’t gonna be home ‘till six are you okay with staying until then?” he questioned.

“Well it’s worth a shot” You decided, placing yourself gently on the couch.

“Oh uh, Im Ponyboy Curtis by the way” he yawned, siting next to you.

“Y/n L/N” you said extending your hand for a shake.

Ponyboy took your hand and gave it a squeeze.

“So…how old is your brother?” You chirped.

“20. You?” he countered.

“Just the same you replied, leaning on the arm of the couch.

The both of you had an entire conversation based purely on questions. You thought of it as a dating questionnaire. And you came to find that Darry, Pony, and their other brother Sodapop had lost both of their parents. And that they could only live with Darry if they behaved. And that Darry had to work two jobs to keep up with the bills, food, and everything else. Ponyboy assured you that if you went steady with him he would make time for you. You also found out that Darry also tends to get on Ponyboy’s back about anything he does.

“Oh so that’s why you want me to go out with your brother!” you giggled.

“W-What?” he stammered.

“Oh Ponyboy don’t be so thick! I know you want me to go out with Darry so he’ll got off your back, right? I mean I’m not complaining I would definitely go out with Darry no questions asked, but seriously?” you nudged his arm.

Pony boy stopped midway through his response to see Darry and Soda walk into the house.

“And who might you be?” Soda flirted, taking your hand.

“I’m y/n” you blushed.

“Well y/n I’m-”

“Going to go wash up” Darry interrupted.

“Oh…uh..yeah. That.” Soda  finished. He let go of your hand and made his way to the bathroom. 

“Hey Darry! Guess who I found?” Ponyboy chided with glee.

Darry looked at you for a second time since he got home. You swore you saw him blush.

“Your little brother has been pursuing me all day” you smiled. 

“Is that right?” Darry asked trying not to frin.

“Oh yes. He’s been persisting I ask you on a date” you replied.

Ponyboy’s smile dropped and his eyes widened.

“And what gave him that idea?”Darry sneered.

“Well, he’s been talking to me all day ever since he saw me at the DX. I guess you’ve been talking about me? And listen I realy have no objection if you want to go out on a date or not” you said gazing into his eyes.

“Well I mean if it’s not too much trouble I would love to go out on a date. How about  a date tomrrow at 7 at the diner intown?” he asked.

“Sure. Sounds great” you laughed.

“You guys will thank me later” Ponyboy proclaimed while walking to his room.

You laughed and looked down at the floor. Darry smiled and scratched the back of his head.

“Do you uh, wanna stay for dinner?” he hesitated.

“Oh no I’d hate to intrude!” you paused.

“Oh no you wouldn’t be anything like that!” Darry urged.

“No no really! It’s late anyway and I’d better be getting home!” you said as your voice reached a higher pitch.

“Are you sure?” Darry sighed.

“Yeah I’ll be fine. I’m a big girl I can drive my own car and everything” you teased.

“see ya tomorrow!” you called walking out the door to your car.

As soon as you began to driving home you let out a deep sigh and your heart started beating like crazy. 

‘I just asked the hottest guy in Tulsa out’ you thought as you parked your car and went inside.

-time skip-

You got ready and headed back to the Curtis house at 6;55 pm. You strode up to the door and gave it two knocks. Soda answered the door with a wide grin.

“So we meet again, y/n? Come on in” he smirked.

“It seems so” you egged on stepping through the door way.

Soda went into the kitchen and you saw Darry sitting in the living room in a chair reading the paper. He looked so cute in a mundane way. He looked up at you and set the paper down.

“Wow you look great! Ready to go?” he asked.

“Yup” you said as he grabbed his keys.

You followed him as he walked out to his car. He opened the door for you and helped you get in the car. Once he got in the car you drove off to the diner.

A waitress took you to a booth more towards the end of the restaurant. While deciding what you wanted, you couldn’t help but feel Darry staring holes into your face.

“Darry are you alright?” you worried reaching to feel his forehead in a joking way.

“We’‘ not really y/n. I think I’m in love with you and that scares the crap out of me” he stated bluntly.

You were a little shook at the sudden confession and began to blush profusely as you tried to respond.

“I think you’re just afraid to be happy . I mean the way Ponyboy explained you to me it sounded like you were an uptight 20 year old taking on 40 year old responsibilities. And if we’re being honest here I think I’m in love with you too. And Darry, I’d rather you choose me than any other girl in Tulsa.” you confessed.

It was his turn to be shook. His eyes widened and he took one of your hands into his. He looked like an excited school boy.

“Really y/n?! This is a little foreword considering we just met and all but..would you be my girl?’ he asked squeezing your hand lightly.

“Darry of course I would!” You breathed.

The two of you were more giddy than you had ever been in your lives that night. After the date, you called your parents telling them you were only going back home to pick up some things for a sleepover at your friends house , as much as you hated to lie, you really spent the night with Darry