They’re finally heading off to battle. Their comms are completely jammed. The mission just became a shitfest.
Anakin reminds him to stop being so self-destructive constantly. We don’t get many smiles from these two in the movies, but when it happens, it’s the best thing ever. That’s why I included this part. Anakin isn’t even trying to pretend he doesn’t love Obi-Wan at this point. They are so cute.
just wondering but does jeremy have a tattoo in the tattoo au?
Oooh! That post was from pre-Jeremy (or at least pre-Jeremy in the main room and thus his fabulous self was not yet in my writing) so i hadn’t considered it but of course he would! Hmm. Jeremy might actually be the only one to have a set colour scheme rather than a set symbol (and i’m sure you can guess what that filthy colour combo is).
Following a close call where Jeremy came to his rescue in the most obnoxiously improbable way Geoff gets a lurid monster-truck ramping off his shoulder blade. And with that the final unspoken barrier was breached, undeniable evidence of the truth they’d all long since embraced, that Jeremy was as permanently entrenched in the crew as anybody else.
It would be a joyous event except, well. The tattoo tradition is well and truely in place at this point so it turns out to be more of a problem than anything, considering not a single other member of the crew was even remotely prepared to ink that travesty of a vehicle onto their bodies.
Geoff cops a lot of shit for his choice, and for the longest time nothing is done, but eventually it is, as usual, Jack who comes up with a solution. She turns up one morning, after a long drunken night on the town with Jeremy, inexplicably bearing a neat little row of shots across the inside of her bicep. The glasses, holding varying levels of liquid, are two-toned; the same eyesore colours as Geoff’s truck, the unmistakable mark of Rimmy Tim.
From there all bets are off and within the next month or two the rest of the crew adds to their collection. After the pair utterly destroy a rival gang with little more than their fists Michael gets the most cartoony looking knuckle dusters printed on his ribs. When Jeremy spends a week going out of his way to keep Gavin occupied after a particularly nasty job got him down Gavin comes home with a fluffly little purple and orange tabby cat cheerfully etched into his skin.
Ryan’s takes a while, waits so long that Geoff’s gleefully insisting that the only thing left for him to do is to immortalise the godforsaken cowboy hat the whole crew thinks Jeremy wears just to spite them. In the end though, after Ryan and Jeremy get paired together for jobs more and more often the image comes easily. Crossed weapons, Jeremy’s favourite ridiculous custom coloured semi-automatic over Ryan’s sleek and sensible matte black, like crossbones over the fiery glow of an explosion.
I really liked your opinion on Louis's article. The comments in the beginning about personal problems didn't phase me because timing wise we learned had to do with his mum.The mention about fanatical fans really had to do with the shit show @ the airport. But the article has spread & the general public knows more about him. The fandom & industry execs know how incredible he is. It is rather odd he stayed at Syco and a bid deal hasn't been made about it. So that's really what I'm curious about.
As far as I can see Syco is only using Louis Tomlinson to promote their human trash panda James Arthur. Trash Panda is actually way too nice a description so just take the “panda” part out.
I’m really glad that Louis did a project with Steve Aoki, but sometimes given Steve’s relationship with Simon Cowell (they were both meant to work on a DJ talent contest together back in 2015) it doesn’t always seem as organic as it was made out to be. Kind of like when Simon tweeted this
And then a couple months later Zayn, having recently gone solo, was in the studio with him.
The result of “Just Hold On” was fantastic and genuinely the most stunt and drama free I’ve ever seen Louis Tomlinson™, and I’m definitely not doubting their friendship, I’m just saying that Louis Tomlinson™ is a business. Just like Harry Styles™, Liam Payne™, Zayn Malik™ and Noll™.
Speaking of Niall, may I once again point out how aggressively Niall is the perfect example of “one of these things is not like the other”?
I cannot name one girl that Niall has dated in the past two to three years besides Selena Gomez and even that is just because someone I know saw them making out in Shoreditch House with their own two eyes. Selena Gomez was in London with Niall Horan and there were ZERO articles about it, but Louis Tomlinson’s girlfriend wears clothes and it’s Daily Mail worthy? Niall is the only member of One Direction who has been able to release music without being publicly attached to a woman. Why?
Niall can hang out and be all over other women’s snapchats without being rumoured to be dating them and yet some rando buys the same shirt as Harry Styles and suddenly she’s “The One”…but only until his album has dropped and his tour has sold out and then he dumped her or she dumped him depending on which tabloid you’re reading.
Louis Tomlinson, despite being in LA numerous times over the past 285 days, didn’t post one thing about that baby on Instagram, and yet three weeks before his single is coming out he’s teaching the baby to play guitar and is suddenly father of the year? He was rumoured to have cheated on his ex-girlfriend, which resulted in said baby, then proceeded to be rumoured to be thinking about marrying the baby mama, then dropped her like Netflix drops diversity for another woman who a year later he’s rumoured to be thinking about marriage with, then dumps her, gets back with the original gf and now they’re goals and also rumoured to be engaged? I’ve never met a twenty-five year old man who wants to get married as badly to any woman as Louis Tomlinson apparently wants to marry every woman he dates.
The general public knows everything there is to possibly know about Louis Tomlinson™ except for the way his music sounds. I really, genuinely hope that this shit show pays off in terms of converting public interest in his soap opera of a life into music sales, but once again the only promotion I’m seeing for Louis’ music is from fans. Bebe Rexa is the only person connected to Louis’ career IN MUSIC that I can see talking about his music. Does his team genuinely think there’s going to be a “No Control Project” for every single thing they fuck up?
I’m just sick and fucking tired of Louis Tomlinson being used to promote everybody’s career but his own.
(I hope I got that right and didn’t just call you a blind squirrel in Russian or something even worse.)
me, did you enjoy yourself tonight, Dean?”
himself to look up from where he’d been absentmindedly staring at the glass in
his hand, taking a sip of his remaining whiskey before offering Cas a slow nod.
Cas… Yeah, that was nice.”
was sitting right beside him, their knees touching-, nodded too, mirroring
Dean. “Sam insisted on inviting some friends over for your birthday, I
wasn’t sure you’d appreciate a surprise party, but I trusted his judgment.”
head, Dean huffed in amusement. “I figured… It’s fine, it was good seeing
fell, and Dean noticed how soft music was still playing in the background, even
though the guests were long gone. His mom had been there, and Jody, and Donna, and
some of their other fellow hunters. Even Claire had tagged along; she’d given
him a dorky birthday card that jokingly spelled the message ‘congratulations, old man’.
laughed about it good-naturedly, of course. That was typical Claire.
now that the only ones left were him and Cas, along with a lot of empty glasses
and some leftover snacks, he found that it nagged him. Because even if it had
been an ongoing joke between them, she wasn’t wrong. Dean wasn’t getting any
almost hear the gears turning in your head.” Cas muttered, and Dean felt a
hand carefully grazing his knee. “Something is wrong, isn’t it?”
But it was kinda fun, to be honest, mostly cos i got to here the audio for this over a thousand times and it never gets old XD But man, I love the tmnt panels, all the voice actors are such sweet hearts, but I love these 3 the most. Rob Paulsen is a legend and he’ll always be under my top 3, Greg Cipes is freaking Greg Cipes, he’s a cinnamonroll, too precious for this world (just like mikey!) and Seth Green is such s sweet bean, I love him. For anyone who’s interested, I took the Audio from the nickelodeon SDCC tmnt panel 2015, around the 10 min mark.
Author’s Note: This request for serial killer Taehyung was from quite a while ago (I’m talking months) from @unpretty-writer, and it’s been brewing in my mind ever since she suggested it. I was constantly jotting down ideas any time they came to mind, and about a week ago I finally had enough inspiration to sit down and write it. I’m still not fully satisfied with it, but I do have moments I’m quite proud of. I want to thank a multitude of people for helping me finish this; you know who you are. I hope you enjoy it, loves.
I will say do pay attention to the timeline. There’s a reason for everything.
Word Count: 9,408this is the longest piece I’ve ever written.
Warning: This contains mentions of blood and a bit of torture, amongst other elements associated with this genre.
“Please,” barely a whisper, the word that left your lips cracked in your dry throat, difficult to get out. His fingertips slithered their way up your bare arm, small bumps forming at his delicate touch. He kissed your exposed shoulder, the heat sinking into your skin and making your heart pound against your ribcage. He nuzzled his nose up your neck, breathing you in, reveling in the scent of nothing but pure, unadulterated fear; this is what he lived for, these prolonged moments consumed by your anticipation of his next move.
Your breath hitched the moment the sharp tip of the knife danced across your skin, sliding against the back of your shoulders, Taehyung using it to push your hair to the side. His free hand which had skimmed the surface of your arm now took hold of your strands and tugged hard, exposing the nape of your neck to the now frigid air of the lavish hotel room. His mouth descended upon you, licking a sliver upwards upon your flesh, your pulse pumping beneath the tip of his tongue. Heart rate rising and breaths quickening, your eyes shut tight; the rapid rise and fall of your chest was beautiful to him, and he cherished the sight. He could feel you tremble beneath him, and when his teeth nibbled at your earlobe, he captured the shaky sigh that fell from your exquisite red-stained lips by placing his mouth upon your own in a heated kiss.
This was it. You were going to die. And you were absolutely terrified.
U r my go to girl so my request is: stiles being the most clumsy human known to man but on the field he is a force to be reckoned with. Derek, who is super cool on and off the court of his boyfriends rival team(rival team as in the basketball and lacrosse team hate each other), is the biggest, softy marshmallow, adorable, shy, dopey puppy ever.
Derek jumped up, cheering as he watched Stiles run down the
field, lining up the perfect shot and scoring the game winning goal.
The rest of the crowd erupted as well and Derek couldn’t
take his eyes off of his boyfriend. Stiles was hoisted into the air, throwing
his arms up as he celebrated with his teammates.
“Hale,” Derek heard someone call.
He turned around to see the Sheriff walking up to him.
“Derek, how many times do I have to tell you to call me
“Right, John. How are you?”
“I’m great. Not every day your kid scores the game winning
goal. Are you guys going out after the game?”
“Maybe. You know how overwhelmed he gets when the attention
is on him for too long. We might get dinner alone.”
“Well enjoy your night. See you this weekend at dinner.”
Derek waited for the crowd to die down before making his way
to Stiles. When he spotted him, Stiles’ face broke out into a giant smile
before running towards Derek and Derek had just enough time to open his arms to
catch his boyfriend.
Ryan and Jeremy are ghost hunters who honestly suck at their job, but one day are hired to take care of a few ghosts who won’t leave this abandoned apartment building. They decide to check the place out before anything, just to see what they’re up against and all together they find four ghost.
On the first floor is a bubbly ghost who introduced himself as Jack. He likes to stand behind the counter and act like he works there. With a bright smile, behind his beard, he welcomes his new guests and asks them if they’ll be staying long and if they were sharing a room, causing Ryan to fumble over his own tongue with a blush. Jack instantly showers them with love and makes them feel like they’re home before he even gets their name or knows why they’re really there.
They soon find themselves on the second floor where a rather relaxed and laid-back ghost tells them his name is Geoff. He swears he’s in charge here, but honestly no one actually listens to him so he just gave up and let’s his boys do whatever as long as no one living gets hurt. Geoff loves to float room to room and read all the books that were left behind. The loud noises from the third and final floor make it hard sometimes. He tends to talk to them with a fake ghost voice just to irritate Ryan because it never gets old to hear the man say, “Geoff, we get it, you’re a ghost!”
Once on the top floor all seems quiet until one of the doors fly off its hinges, causing Jeremy to scream. From the room a rather loud ghost with fear on his face, races out the doorway with an in raged ghost chasing him. In between fearful screams and angry curses there’s laughter, but once they see the Battle Buddies they freeze and share a huge grin. They introduce themselves as Michael and Gavin. Team Nice Dynamite. They take an immediate liking to Jeremy, calling him a Lad, while they seem to look up to Ryan in some way.
Weeks go buy and it’s enough time for Ryan and Jeremy to tell their client to scram because these ghosts are the coolest, and that’s the story of how the two are the worst ghost hunters because they now own an abandoned apartment building, just to hang out with four dead guys who swear have never felt more alive before the day they met…
The Battle Buddies!
Please. Y’all knew it was a matter of time. Someone was going to do it. Someone will probably do it better than me, but here is my contribution, complete with a light smattering of Promptis. This is literally something I pulled out of my ass in a span of an hour, so don’t expect anything profound or mind-blowing, lol!
A chill swept through the air and Noctis held back a shiver
as he crouched, surveying his surroundings. The world turned silver as he
counted. One, two, three MTs guarding the Citadel doors, two more flanking each
side corridor, and at least one in every hallway up to the main elevator. From
there, he could make out a peppering of guards, but they were far too heavily
banked on a ground assault. Infiltrating it by air seemed to be the way to go.
He sighed, the world returning to its natural state, and he
fiddled with the hook attached to his gauntlet, careful to avoid the tip of his
hidden blade as he adjusted the fit. It wouldn’t have been the first time he
had accidentally stabbed himself, but the first and second times were more than
enough to instill the fear of a third. Standing, he gave one last glance toward
the place he once called home before sliding quietly down the slanted roof of
an old, nearby church. A pang of sadness settled in the pit of his stomach. It
was unbecoming of a prince, no, a king, to abandon his kingdom, but the
Brotherhood left him little choice.