on the set of grenade

love is in the air. i’ll make sure of it

not pictured: the window i was throwing clint out of.

question: why was he hanging around in his boxers with a bow??? because hes clint. 

alternatively, ‘i got shot with cupid’s arrow and all i got was this lousy hospital visit.’

10

HGIBO イオフレーム獅電   その3-完成-

獅電完成です、鉄血終了前に終わってよかったー。
モデグラ付録のデカールは鉄華団ではなくテイワズを選択しました。
今までのガンダムあるあるなMSカラーリングとは違い、
四肢が濃くて胴が薄い色という配色は経験値がないので悩みましたが
獅電の基本的な配色は変更せずに塗ってみました。

鉄血だし必要かなとウェザリングしたのはいいんですが、エナメルの強度的に
撮影のためポーズ付けすると汚しがガンガン剥がれるというジレンマ。
コートもしたんですけどね・・・困ったもんです。

-使用オプション-
手首→次元ビルドナックル角 Sサイズ
武装→HG鉄血のオルフェンス MSオプションセット2
   ・グレネードランチャー
   ・ミサイルランチャー
   ・マウントユニット
   HG鉄血のオルフェンズ MSオプションセット6
   ・ブレードバッド

その他隙間埋め用にパテやらプラ材を使用しています。

HGIBO  IO-Flame SHIDEN #3 -Finish-

I Chose “Teiwaz"Logo and Chage Color.
(This decal is an appendix of the
ModelGraphix magazine November 2016 issue.)

Unlike MS coloring which is common in the past Gundam,
The color scheme that the limbs are dark and the chest is light is troubled
because there is no experience value.

I weathering the kit.However, changing the pose for
shooting caused the paint to come off and I was in trouble.

-Use Option-
Hand      → Jigen Build Knuckles"Kaku” Size-S
Weapon → HGIBO MS Option set 2
       *Grenade Launcher
       *Missile Launcher
            *Mount Unit
                  HGIBO MS Option set 6
              *Blade Bat

and,use putty and plaque to fill the gap.

=This sentence was translated by Google.=
英文が合ってるかどうかなんて分かりません。

anonymous asked:

LONG DISTANCE RELATIONSHIP WITH POE. MAYBE YOUR ON A MISSION WITHOUT HIM AND HE HASNT SEEN YOU IN MONTHS AND NEITHER OF YOU ARE COPING SO LEIA INTERVENES IN SOME WAY

“Dameron? Dameron, wake up!”

Poe groaned and pulled his blanket over his head as he heard General Organa’s voice from behind him. He froze in fear; either he was being called in for a mission, or he had been extremely drunk last night.

Breathing in deeply, he rolled over in bed. For the first time in months, he was actually relieved to see the bed empty. He reached for his earpiece which he had left on your bedside table for some reason.

“General?” he asked tiredly, rubbing his bleary eyes.

“Ah good, you’re awake. I need you in the briefing room as soon as possible, there’s something you need to see.”

Thoughts of your mission flung themselves to the front of Poe’s mind, and he flung the bedsheets off himself and climbed out of bed.

“I’ll be there in five, ma'am.”

As he got dressed, Poe thought of how you would laugh if you were there to see him awake so early. There was usually a battle between you as you tried to get out of bed, and he tried to get you to stay and cuddle with him. He sighed, the empty bed catching his eye as he stood in front of the mirror to brush his teeth. He wanted you home.

Poe wasn’t sure if he was hallucinating as he approached the door to the mission briefing room. He was sure he could hear your voice, but it couldn’t be, could it? You still had two weeks left of your mission.

The door opened automatically for him, and he stepped inside. His eyes skipped over the General, and a couple of medics, before landing on the image of you which was being shown on a large screen above the table.

“Poe?” you called out in surprise and joy, and he watched as you moved closer to the camera. Suddenly forgetting every word he’d ever learned, he walked over to the screen and placed his palm flat against it. Giggling, you lifted your own hand so that it was as if the only thing separating you both was a screen, and not half a galaxy.

Poe’s eyes filled with tears; this was the first time he’d seen your face in just under three months. He was vaguely aware of General Organa and the medics leaving the room.

“You look good,” you commented with a grin. “I like the stubble.”

Poe shook his head with a chuckle, rubbing his hands over the thin stubble that had appeared on his jaw overnight.

“I keep forgetting to shave,” he told you with a small smile.

“Well, keep forgetting until I get back,” you replied. “You look hot as hell.”

He burst out laughing, the first genuine laugh he’d had since you left.

“I miss you so much,” he told you, his eyes flitting all over your face as you smiled softly at him. He could see that you’d lost a bit of weight, your face was slightly sharper than usual. A thin, dark purple line went from your right eyebrow and trailed off towards your hairline, telling him that you’d been hurt.

“I miss you too, Poe. I hate being on missions without you.”

You frowned in confusion as he stared at you in silence.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You’re so beautiful,” he mumbled, just loud enough for you to hear. You chuckled, your hand going to the new scar on your forehead.

“You like the battle-scarred look?” you joked. “I think it makes me look all mysterious.”

He smiled slightly. “How did it happen?”

“A trooper set off a grenade in the middle of a fight, the bastard,” you spat. “I was hit by debris, a couple of villagers found me unconscious a few hours later.”

Poe’s stomach sank at the thought of you being hurt. “Just try and be careful for the next couple weeks?” he asked. “You worry me.”

One side of your mouth twitched in a half-smile. “You worry too much.”

“I’m your boyfriend, it’s in the job description,” he replied with a grin. You smiled lovingly at him.

“I love you so much,” you told him, placing your hand against the screen again. Poe copied you, closing his eyes and trying to imagine the feeling of your warm hand against his instead of the cool screen.

“I love you too, (Nickname). I-”

A voice from somewhere offscreen cut across him, and your easy smile was suddenly replaced by a serious expression as you spoke in hushed tones with someone he couldn’t see. Eventually you nodded, turning back to face him.

“Poe I’m so sorry, I have to go,” you said urgently. “There’s a squadron of troopers heading our way.”

Fear bubbled like acid in Poe’s stomach. “Stay safe, please,” he pleaded. You smiled a soft, sad smile.

“You too, flyboy. I love you.”

“I love you t-,”

The screen went blank.

Valuable Asset - One-shot - (Steve x Reader)

Originally posted by recordshopchris

Summary: As the weapons and tech member of the Avengers Y/N stays at the compound. When the team leaves to take out a Hydra base they find out it was a distraction set up by Hydra to infiltrate the compound and take Y/N.

A/N: This was requested by @borderline-person a while back. Sorry it took me so long to finish writing it, you can blame my writer’s block for that, and I hope you like it. 

Request: It’s a steve x reader, where reader is an amazing techy/weapon agent that helps the avengers during missions behind the computers, one mission the avengers are raising a hydra base but turns out to be a decoy/distraction cos hydra just really wants to kidnap the reader for her skills and the avengers are super worried especially steve but when they got back they found out the reader fought all the enemies and they are suprised that she is great at fighting too, sorry if you found it weird haha, it’s up to you how you wanna go from this and thank you so much!!!


“Everything is looking good on this end,” I tell the team as I scan the monitors in front of me.

“Are you sure this is the place Fury told you about,” Nat asked.

“Yes,” I frown. “Why?”

“Something doesn’t feel right,” Steve said.

“Tony is your suit glitching,” I ask looking at the monitor that showed me a feed coming from his suit.

“No,” Tony said.

“I don’t get it,” I say as my fingers flew across the keyboard in front of me. “There seems to be no heat signatures coming from inside the building.”

“I’m getting the same thing,” Sam said and I turned to look at the monitor showing me Red Wing’s feed.

“Guys stay on your toes,” I tell them. “I’m going to get Fury on the line.”

“Y/N,” Fury answers.

“Fury, where did your source get the coordinates to the hydra base you sent me,” I ask him.

“What coordinates,” he asked.

“The ones you sent me this morning.”

“I never sent you any coordinates,” he said making me worry.

“Fury, I’m going to have to call you back,” I say ending the call.

I pull up the message I had received that morning. I quickly run a tracer on the message and let out a few curse when I finished.

“Guy’s,” I say slowly. “That message didn’t come from Fury.”

“Who sent it,” Steve asked.

“Hydra.”

“It’s a trap,” Tony said.

“No,” I breathe. “It’s a distraction.”

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totes4real101  asked:

Hello!! Could I request Junkrat, Hanzo, and Jack coming home late at night, seeing their s/o sleeping calmly and they can't help but kiss them, or take a picture of them, or something?? Please and thank you!!

This is so cute!

Junkrat

  • He tried to come in quietly, his eyelids already drooping from exhaustion.
  • He accidentally stubbed his toe on the side table, earning a string of curses from the Australian.
  • He set his grenade launcher down, slinging off his other weapons and scattering them across the floor as he walked. 
  • He made his way to your bedroom, and he frowned a little as he noticed a light on from under the door.
  • He quietly pushed open the door, peeking in.
  • You were curled up on the bed, the TV that was perched on the dresser casting a soft light over the room.
  • He smiled and crawled into bed, pulling you carefully into his arms as not to wake you.
  • Immediately you cuddled against him, craving the warmth his body provided. 
  • He kissed your head softly, sighing with happiness that someone as wonderful as you was willing to love a stinky boy like him.

Hanzo

  • Hanzo had been gone off on missions for almost a month.
  • Each day he had told you he wasn’t sure when he was heading back. You two missed each other dearly, and when Soldier gave the order that he was allowed to return, he didn’t tell you as to surprise you.
  • He had planned to arrive early morning, but his plane was ahead of schedule and he arrived around 4:30am. 
  • He quietly walked into your shared home, the familiar scent of you filled his nostrils. 
  • He peeked around, not expecting you to be awake at this hour.
  • He found you curled on the couch in one of his hoodies, a blanket half fallen on the floor.
  • He stood in the doorway for a few moments and simply stared at you, the love he felt for you slightly overwhelming. In the moment he felt guilty for being away so long.
  • He pulled out his phone and snapped a couple pictures of your sleeping form, before walking over and placing a soft kiss to your lips.
  • In your sleep you mumbled something about eggs and wrapped your arms around his neck. 
  • He picked you up a bit slowly, carrying you back to the shared bedroom. 
  • He layed with you in bed as you slept, every once and a while taking out his phone to snap a selfie of the two of you. He won’t admit it to anyone. 

Jack

  • He had just left the office when his foot bumped against something soft.
  • He glanced down, surprised to see your sleeping form hunched over against the wall.
  • He knelt down, an amused smile on his face. 
  • He picked up the note you had written. ‘Please don’t take me to my room if I fall asleep here. Waiting for Jackie.’
  • He rolled his eyes as he read the nickname you had given him. He disliked it, but he couldn’t bring himself to say no to you. 
  • He picked you up bridal style, wondering how you didn’t wake up. He carefully folded the note and put it in his wallet. For when he needed a morale boost.
  • He carried you back to your room, stroking your hair lovingly. 
  • He layed you down on the couples couch you had, a wide piece of furniture made specifically for cuddling. He grabbed some blankets and pillows and made a small nest for you both. He pulled you into his arms as the exhaustion began to overtake him. 
  • Later on that day every member was sent a picture of you and Jack cuddling in the nest he had made. He didn’t care one bit.
On Set || Conor Maynard

Originally posted by iheartmyyoutubers

Requests are currently [ OPEN ]

Masterlist can be found [ HERE ]

Word Count: 1k+

A/N: this is based on the set of grenade, where the reader is playing the part of the ‘grenade’. enjoy!!xo




“These teeth feel horrible.” You mutter as the makeup artist began to shape the fake teeth in your mouth, and a completely different woman began to pack the brightly coloured blush onto the apples of your cheeks. Unable to speak anymore until they were moulded, you begin to think about how you wouldn’t have even considered doing this if it wasn’t for Conor being one of your long time friends in the industry and having been in every single one of his music video’s, it would’ve been wrong to deny the opportunity to be in this one.

Initially, he’d asked you to be the girl he was going after, but after he explained the concept of the entire video, you could think of nothing better than being the ‘grenade’. And you were right in thinking that it’d be fun, it was just the steps it took to get there that sucked ass. But before you knew it, the entire makeup was done, and you were finally allowed to look in the mirror. You had to admit, you were excited to see what the makeup artists had managed to do in the short space of time that they had.

The mirror was held up in front of your face, and you gasp in shock before bursting out into laughter, caressing all of the added features and the hair on the bottom of your chin with wide eyes. “This is incredible!”

You continue to praise the makeup artists for a little while before you smirked to yourself and decided to go and show Conor the finished product. You walk out of the small room and onto the set, glancing around the room for just a moment before you spotted Conor stood over the other side of the room, talking to a few of the producers with a serious look on his face.

You smirk and re-route so that instead of coming up directly in front of him, instead you approached him from behind. You give yourself a little run-up and jump onto his back, wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck, keeping yourself up until he reached out instinctively and gripped onto your ass, keeping you up securely as he turned his head around to look at you.

His eyes widen and he stares at you as if you were an alien as you giggle and wiggle your eyebrows at him, licking your newly found teeth. “So, whaddya think?”

“You look- you look- just- wow.” He struggles to find the right words as you jump off of his back and he turns around to look down at you with his eyes still widened. “I think I’ve had this nightmare before.”

You roll your eyes and smirk, resting your hands on your hips and winking at Mikey as he walked right past the two of you, obviously not recognizing you at all. You snort, running a hand through your hair and glancing over your shoulder. “Is everything ready for the shoot?”

“Almost.” He nods, furrowing his eyebrows and playing with the bottoms of your hair. “I thought they said that they were putting your hair up?”

“I said no, they called me a drama queen, I laughed.” You shrug, looking down at your hair and fiddling with it. “They can take away my pride, and my white teeth that I’ve worked hard for since I first brushed my tooth when I was two, but they will not take away my hair.”

“Different face, same attitude,” Conor smirks, and you wink up at him playfully, pushing the thick framed glasses up your nose. He looks down at you and smiles slightly. “You should keep the glasses, they suit you.”

You hold your hand over your heart and gasp in a mocking sense of hurt. “And the teeth don’t?”

“They’re not the greatest, I’ve gotta be honest.”

“That’s sad, I was thinking of keeping 'em.” You reply sarcastically, biting your lip and shoving your hands into your back pockets of your skinny jeans with a small chuckle as you look over your shoulder at the camera crew with a breathy laugh. “Con, I hope you understand how incredible this is.”

When you look back, he furrows his brows in confusion. “What do you mean?”

You roll your eyes with a fond smile, gesturing around the room. “Con, this is all for you, granted Jack played a part too, but you know what I mean.” She grins, and Conor can’t help the smile that grows on his lips. “Babe, look around, and think about how much of a small budget you had back when we were brainstorming your first ever music video. You’ve created a world, and I’m so proud of you.”

He smiles softly, reaching out and twiddling with your hair, something he did often when the two of you found yourselves in a situation where you were just stood, talking. “I couldn’t have done any of it without you.”

You snort. “That’s a lie and you know it.”

“No, no it’s not.” He shakes his head, a small frown on his face. “(Y/N), my first music video was a hot mess, but it wouldn’t have even been that if it wasn’t for you, being there reassuring me every step of the way that everything was gonna be okay. I remember that one day you couldn’t come to set because you had a dentist appointment, and honestly, I didn’t do anything but say maybe that day, because I felt like I couldn’t make a decision without you.”

You smile slightly, “Con-”

“No, let me finish.” He interrupts, and you nod slowly, looking up at him through your purposefully clumped eyelashes. “I wouldn’t be here today if it wasn’t for you. I would’ve backed out of this life the moment I stepped into it, and there’s definitely no way I’d be as happy as I am today, without your goodmorning text with those three hearts that give me the inspiration to get out of bed.”

He exhales softly when he finishes, and you simply stare up at him, chuckling slightly as you began to speak. “If I didn’t look like this right now, I’d kiss you.”

“I get that.” He nods, a mocking serious look on his face before he cracked a smile.

The kiss could wait until you didn’t have miccilanious pieces of false food in-between your false teeth.

seventeen as: things i’ve overheard

seungcheol: “my front door has had the same strip of duct tape taping it together for the past ten years-”

jeonghan: “incest at h&m, sounds like a novel title”

jisoo: “and then she said the b-word and the c-word”

junhui: “i’ll just buy all five and refund the ones that don’t match, not my credit card anyway”

hoshi: “no reason, but is it possible to break your buttbone?” (i cried)

wonwoo: *aggressively lip-syncing and air-guitaring to nirvana in a public setting*

woozi: “where’s my rocket-propelled grenade GIVE ME MY FUCKING RPG” (it was live footage of soldiers on tv istg)

dk: “the skies are manipulating us”

mingyu: “stop hogging the gravy i mADE IT”

minghao: *finger-gun on temple* “i’ve had it”

seungkwan: “i’m sorry to anyone i screamed at yesterday, i was in a bad mood” (no shit)

vernon: “cookie starts with ‘G’, right?”

dino: “when i pick up my custom made tap dancing shoes, i also like to treat myself with summa this” *bites into doughnut*

“Jensen,” you sighed, looking at him holding the grenade launcher. He looked like a kid in a candy store. You didn’t want to be the one to tell him he wasn’t actually going to get to use it in this episode either.

“What?” he asked, looking at you intently. His eyes sparkled as he held it close to his body.

You scrunched your brow up, meeting his eyes. “You’re not actually going to get to use that thing this episode, babe,” you sighed, reaching to take it from his hands.

He looked up at you like you were trying to take away a six year olds favorite toy and told him he could no longer play with it. “Why?” he asked, his face falling in disappointment.

“That’s the way the scene is written, honey. Trust me, Dean will be just as disappointed as you are,” you said, taking the launcher and setting it back in the trunk of baby.

“You bet your ass he will be,” Jensen said, crossing his arms over his chest acting like a six year old.

You reached out and uncrossed his arms, placing them around your waist and letting your hands fall on his hips, pulling them close to yours. He looked down at you mildly surprised, a small smile forming on his beautiful lips. “Even though it wasn’t my call on whether you got to use that thing this episode,” you said, your hands running up underneath the back of his shirt, sliding across the smooth, milky soft skin. “I know I can certainly make it up to you if you come back to the trailer with me,” you whispered, stretching up on your toes and kissing him passionately.

His mouth met yours with fervor, a smile breaking out across his lips. “I’d follow you to the ends of the earth, woman. Grenade launcher or not,” he said, his hands caressing your face, pulling your lips back to his.

When you were short of breath, you pulled away from him, taking his hand and leading him off set. You’d make him forget that grenade launcher in no time.

Time Grenade

Damage: See Text
Critical:
Damage Type:
Burst Radius: 25′
Reflex DC: 20
Range Increment: 10 ft.
Size: Tiny
Wt: 5 lb.
Purchase DC: 25
Restriction: Mil (+3)

Time Grenades are smooth chrome spheres, their surface only broken by a digital readout and a rotatable section on the top. They are surprisingly heavy and incredibly rare. Created by insane and long-lost quantum science, anyone caught in the blast of a time grenade is aged instantly.

Time grenades have ten settings, measured in years. Creatures caught in the electrical blue blast area will instantly age and take damage depending on the setting. For every ten years the creature ages, he will take 1d10 damage, up to 100 years and 10d10 damage (they can only increase the effect in categories of 10 years). Creatures aged past their species maximum longevity, or that take enough damage to die, disintegrate from flesh to bone to dust in a few seconds. Creatures that survive are irreparably aged and suffer from age modifications to their stats.

If the target of the grenade is able to make a Reflex save of DC 20 he is able to dive out of the way and is unaffected by the weapon. Plants age and die (or, in the case of trees get older and stronger), metal rusts and degrades, cloth rots, etc.

it’s really not a coincidence that maggie is seen in alex’s sun shirt on the same episode focusing on kara’s struggle without the strength provided by a sun, and i find it really telling that alex is described as having a “glow” about her after spending time with maggie, which can easily be compared to the very visible glow kara takes on after the yellow sun grenade is set off and her powers are restored.

this episode was heavily hinting that maggie is alex’s yellow sun in a way, giving her power and strength that transcends the life she’s accustomed to. not necessary to live, but enriching existence in such a way that its absence is unignorable once one gets used to the experience of having it close.

55 Minutes Summary [part 1]

Now, this is fun. I like this novel. It has a semblance of lore, and I’m a slut for lore and plot and conspiracies. Especially ones Dazai can’t perfect his way into. 

Why part 1? Because it’s way too long. Way, way too long. I can’t even remove any detail because they become relevant later. Plus, I like suffering. Why do I do a summary when someone will TL it anyway and that person won’t be me? ‘Cause TERRORIST-CHAN DID NOT DESERVE THIS. 

Will I ever do part 2? Who knows. I might not. It takes too much time, I’m not at all good at Japanese, and I like to prolong suffering. 

Special thanks to @akutagawaprize for actually letting me destroy you! Remember, HIS SHOES MELTED OFF. 

Here is a Dazushi-centric post that sums up a little about 55 Minutes and has some translations. I highly recommend it. My summary, after all, is only ever a summary. 

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if Corinna were in the DA universe (not that she ever will be because I *really* don’t need to play it all over again) she could absolutely not be a mage.

I’m fifty fifty on whether she’d meet a sticky end before the game even began due to an impulsive decision in the Fade or if she wouldn’t be able to complete it because the demons had come together specifically to ban her from it, having had Enough Of Her Shit.

plus can you imagine her in a Circle? surrounded by beefy men and women in heavy armor, constantly disapproving of her very existence?

actually, that’s quite an entertaining thought lmao

anonymous asked:

yo i know arrow has its problems with continuity but here's the discourse lol. in episode 4.12 felicity says that there's a shield in the bunker for anything electromagentic. in the new promo she says that an EMP hit the bunker. so what is the truth???? lol

Very good question! Now, without going back and rewatching 4x12 and without having any specific knowledge about such things, here’s how my brain rationalizes it: 

I’m gonna guess that in 4x12, Felicity was referring to electromagnetic influence from outside the bunker. Someone trying to send out an EMP from outside the bunker would encounter the shield (and I’m gonna guess its something they have to activate? That perhaps the shield isn’t active all the time cuz that might interfere with the other tech they have running?). 

I’m also going to guess that what we saw at the end of 5x19 came from inside the bunker. It looked like this was something either already embedded in Felicity’s computer or in the usb that Helix gave her. It looked like the explosion came from that computer specifically, not from outside the bunker. 

So I would guess that a shield around the bunker wouldn’t protect from a blast inside the bunker. Much like setting off a grenade inside a reinforced bunker doesn’t protect the people inside that bunker from getting blown to bits. 

Again, I could be wrong. And I almost hesitate to try to guess before we see 5x20 because they may just explain all this there. In which case it wouldn’t really be a continuity issue, just something they didn’t have a chance to explain yet. 

I hope my unscientific reasoning may have helped! 

Princess of Gotham

Joker x Reader x Harley

Prompt: Can u pls write something where Harley and the joker fight over the reader thanks

{A/N} I wasn’t sure if you meant in a romantic way or not, so I went with romantic. If you thought of another way don’t hesitate to let me know! I’ll write another one for you!
xo Harley

Warnings: Some slight smut.

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“C’mon puddin’, lemme get a turn with her! Ya always get ta have all tha fun!” Harley whines from the office. 

J was sitting down at his desk planning the week out for the two of you- a private island vacation for a change, courtesy of the man he killed just days ago. He knew you were dying to get out and relax, and for once decided to be thoughtful before you decided to skip out on him all together. You awkwardly sit on the couch in the large living room, gazing out at the beautiful penthouse view. Lights flickered on and off throughout the buildings and for a moment, you wondered what might be going on in another apartment. 

“Harley, doll, what did I tell ya about tryin’ to dishevel daddy’s plans…” The tone in his voice was stern, annoyed with Harley. You could tell this would not bode well for her if she carried on.

“It’s just not fair Mistah J, I wanna take her out. Dancin’ or somethin’! She’s tired’a killin’ people for laughs, ya can tell! Just look at her!”

And so she carried on as usual, cruisin’ for a bruisin’.

The corners of your mouth automatically pull into a questioning frown. Did I really look that upset? It wasn’t that you were upset with murders and heists, really. You just felt stressed between them on occasion. They both have a thing for you, and you’re still adjusting to the lunacy that comes with that. Had someone asked you a few months ago if you’d have been in a love triangle like this, you’d have laughed and denied it wholeheartedly. But after a run in with them on a dark street, you found yourself to be the King and Queen of Gotham’s princess. 

That is exactly what I’m trying to do,” he growls, and you can just about hear his eyes rolling from the other room. 

Suddenly, you hear a glass break, causing you to jolt out of the haze you had mentally put yourself into. You’re already picturing J’s amber liquid flowing across the opulent hardwood flooring in the office. You keep your eyes on the window, pretending to be utterly distracted as you hear heavy footsteps coming closer to you and a deep roar following behind it as you’re suddenly swept up into the blondes hands and being tugged out of the penthouse. 

“Harley.. Maybe we should just stay in, all three of us! You know, it’ll be easier, more laid bac-”

“Forget about it sugar! We’re goin’ out! I don’t care what Mistah J has ta’-”

A loud yelp leaves your lips as you feel a hand clutch your shoulder, yanking you backwards and into his tight grip around you. As rough as he is, you can’t help but revel in his possessiveness. Harley’s face turns red as he begins to pull you through the door now, getting into the elevator, pressing the ‘close door’ button and waving at her with a sarcastic, manic grin. You can hear her screaming as she presses the button to bring the elevator back up incessantly. The two of you keep sliding downwards as sound of her frustration fades. 

“Whadda’ya wanna do, honey?” J starts, taking your shoulders into his hands before sliding them seductively behind your back and holding you close. “Anything- we can do anything ya want. Just say the word, it’s done. Tell daddy, and it’s done, done, done.”

His tone was sultry, but pushy. You know he’s trying to get an answer out of you before Harley catches up, but the way he speaks to you paired with the look in his glacier blue eyes sets off grenades in your heart. 

“I do wanna go dancing, but maybe somewhere other than the club for a change.. You know…” You bite your lip, hoping what you were going to say next wouldn’t offend your clown prince. “Somewhere classy.”

His expression tenses as he peers into your soul now. You just did exactly what you weren’t trying to, it seems. Quickly his face changes as the doors open and the blue and red harlequin rips you from his hands. 

“See ya, puddin’!” She exclaims before skipping off with you in tow once again.

“I can’t take this whiplash!” You complain, following her as she, in a rough but still endearing way, pulls you out of the doors and into the bustling street. People begin eyeing the two of you, practically cowering as she drags you down the sidewalk. You smile at the passersby, attempting to assure them this wasn’t entirely against your will as she turns a corner into an alley that always leads you back to the club that J owns. You sigh, wishing silently for just a second that you could go back to the penthouse, slump into the couch and binge on {F/S}, your secret guilty pleasure that you only partake in when you’re completely alone.

J isn’t following as the two of you run between the doors of the club. It’s the middle of the day, so of course there’s no loud music, no drunk people touching each other and you, making J want to blow everyone’s brains out, and making Harley cringe. There’s just you, Harley and an open bar. 

“See, we could have a ball, just tha’ two of us, sugar! We don’t need some island with Mistah J.” Harley muses, walking behind the bar and picking up bottles of liquor and syrups. Her eyes fall upon a glass jar full of cocktail umbrellas, and she reaches for a blue parasol and then a pink one before even starting the drinks.

You shrug and sit down, at least your mother won’t think you’ve gone missing for months on end. She just adored Harley, who often came over for dinner dressed casually with her hair pulled back when your mother invited you over and J was nowhere to be found. ‘Just for a taste of normal’ she would say.

“I could go for a cocktail I guess.” 

“That’s the spirit!” The blonde perks up as she pours concoctions into two glasses and slides one your way, moving around to your side of the bar and sitting next to you. 

Her small smile was heart melting as she absentmindedly tried her drink. “Not bad, maybe I shoulda been a bartender!” 

You try your own, pleasantly surprised at the cherry and blue raspberry cocktail. You lick your lip and grin, “Maybe you should be!”

Harley giggles, leaning your way slightly and wrapping an arm around your waist. 

“I gotta admit,” she starts, “I’m gettin’ a lil more jealous than usual with you an’ puddin’.. No, I don’t like it. But I can’t help it!” She begins arguing with the voices that occupy her mind just momentarily before looking back to you. “Sorry.” 

Her crimson grin widens as she leans in, dragging a finger across your cheek as she pushes a strand of {H/C} back. You lick your lips again just for a second as she leans in further, pressing her plump lips against yours with ease. Harley’s kiss wasn’t like J’s. It wasn’t nearly as possessive or needy. But it was loving, caring. You could tell her insanity wasn’t fully in fruition the way it was with J. And though she certainly was insane, she still had some wits about her.

You nip into her lower lip, hearing a small sigh and feeling it’s warmth escaping from Harley’s mouth. Your thoughts drift to what she just said, and you entertained the idea of Harley for a moment as her hand pulls you closer and her lips meet your neck now. 

Harley. Just Harley. Without J in the picture. The theory was beautiful, but your heart begins to race in a sudden panic at the thought of losing either of them. The same theory with just J and not Harley was beautiful, and the anxiety begins to settle in as she works at your shoulder now. You couldn’t live without either of them. This was the one thing you knew for certain.

Boom. 

I should kill you!” J’s voice roared from the doors that just swung open, shutting loudly behind him as he steps in and walks towards the two of you.

You try to compose yourself again and Harley licks her lips with a smirk, like a kitten interrupted from her milk. 

“Ya been tryin’ for years sweetie, that ain’t gonna change now!” She snorts, twisting around on her barstool and taking another drink. 

“Please,” you plead as he steps closer to Harley and pulls her out of her seat. He looked like a rabid tiger, and she had just stolen the last of his food. “You don’t have to fight over my time like this, we can do something together, just the three of us.. I promise!” Your voice squeaks at the end, and you’ve found your place as the mouse in this wild food chain. 

He throws Harley back down into the seat and looks towards you. His eyes pierce through you as they do when he’s thinking of something ferocious. 

“And what do ya wanna do, sweetheart? With just the three of us?”

You swallow hard, breathing a bit staggered as you try to think of a master plan on a dime that would please everyone as he continues.

“Ya know we don’t share often, doll face, if ever. It’s just been her and I… you’ve thrown a little wrench into our system now..” 

He twists your seat so you’re facing Harley now and leans down, placing his chiseled jawline on your shoulder as his hand slides down between your breasts and to your core over your skirt. He leaves his hand there, and you can feel it’s warmth radiating as his other hand tangles itself up in your hair. 

The fire in Harley’s cerulean eyes flickers as she shifts in her seat, and you can tell he’s teasing her just as much as he’s teasing you, and pissing her off even more than that.

His hand slides past your skirt and onto your bare {S/T} thigh, and you can tell his eyes are on no one and nothing but his queen. You’ve become a pawn in their game now, a dirty toy, and you know there’s nothing you can do about it. You’d be lying though, if you said that you didn’t enjoy every single, aching second of it.

Harley’s legs shift open just slightly as she swivels in the stool, biting into her own lower lip. This causes him to slide his hand up your skirt now, not caring about exposing you as the fabric bunches over his wrist. You can feel something engorged on your back, and it doesn’t take even a few seconds to realize it isn’t his gun. 

The air is heavier it seems, as his fingers reach your wet core, causing it to grow even wetter at his touch. He pulls your {F/C} panties aside as he watches her coming undone before him. You can hear a moan leave her throat as she slides off of the stool and onto her knees. Her stretches his finger, grazing your folds slightly as he gestures for her to come closer. You bite your lip now as she sits up, bringing her face closer to your sweet spot. 

Go on, Harls,” he rasps, his own breath heavy on your neck. 

You whine slightly, wanting nothing more in this moment than to have somebody to something to you. She moves even closer, and your eyes dart to her blonde pigtails, then to her ruby lips that you’re about to share color with on a set of your own. You embrace the warmth of her breath now caressing your flesh, and you can almost feel what she’s about to do already. She parts her lips a little further as her tongue slides past them, gently flicking against the glistening wetness that now coats your folds. 

J’s hand grips onto the back of your head heartily, and you realize he’s waiting to see her taste you even more just as bad as you want her to. 

Moaning and already desperate for the attention they were about to pay you, your hips push just slightly toward her face, closing your eyes. You hear a short giggle, and much to your dismay, Harley suddenly pops up, now standing in front of you instead. You open your eyes as she places her hands on your shoulders as she squeezes them gently. J growls as he once again faces a defeat. 

From the corner of your eye you can see her lean in to peck J on the lips. You sigh, a frown tugging at your {F/C} lips as you reach for the drink she made you. His hand slides from your inner thigh to the small of her back as you close your legs again. You take another sip and try to come back down to earth. 

“Fine..” she coos at him, “We can go on your lil’ vacation." 

Harley was rarely the peacekeeper, but you can tell that the idea of endless cocktails and threesomes on a sunny getaway to a private beach had an effect on her as her eyes drifted towards the ceiling in an absentminded yet still thoughtful cloud. 

"We can always dance on the beach,” you say, pretending to be upset about your idea being thrown out all together. 

You have to admit, you hardly ever traveled, and the idea of a vacation got you excited just as well. I guess mom will just have to wait… 

They both look to you now, grinning their sinister grins as you stand up, smoothing down your skirt and rolling your eyes with a smile in return.

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I love classic Vader,but I wish Anakin had killed Obi-Wan in Mustafar and got out of the planet. The guy'd be so powerful and badass... Besides,I think Obi-Wan deserves some shit...

i actually think suitless!vader is a lot more interesting than people give it credit for - usually, it’s turned into, “vader, but pretty,” and that has a lot of terrible connotations, so i usually loathe suitless!vader on principle. 

the pain vader experienced because of the support system is usually at the forefront of people’s minds - but it runs far, far deeper than that. there’s a lot of symbolism behind people wearing masks; there’s a lot of identity issues tied to mask motifs and characters that wear suits of armor. think: tony stark.

but vader’s not willingly wearing his suit of armor - it was forced on him, through a painful, invasive surgery that he was forced to stay awake for. it’s an armor that was purposely customized to palpatine’s needs, not his.

and vader can’t take it off. he can’t override the system, can’t pull it off, can’t escape from it. a lot of the suit is wired directly into his body; i know everyone wants redeemed!vader to loose the suit, but you have to wonder if that’s actually possible - and, to be brutally honest, it’s probably not. (i know in legends that there’s a scene - i’m specifically thinking of lost command - where it’s taken off, but it’s not practical. and, you know, lost command had vader running around helmetless like he can suddenly breathe again - so i take the medical scenarios in that one with a grain - no, bucket - of salt.)

when people are like, “vader should’ve just left!” how? even if vader were in a place to consider it, the suit’s still there. he needs the facilities only the empire can provide, and even more, where is he going to go? how do you hide a 7ft special-order murderbot? 

that suit, truly, reduced vader’s options to one: sith apprentice. even if vader wanted to overthrow the emperor, he couldn’t. even if vader wanted to leave, he couldn’t. he’s stuck.

and what’s even worse is that the suit is a symbol of his transhumanity - there’s actually a song, in legends, that the imperials sang: lord vader’s many mechanical parts. tagge, in the darth vader comics, literally calls him a weapon, equates him to a lightsaber, and tells vader that he needs to be wielded. recently, it was revealed that vader has a literal off-button, like a real droid. it’s easy to dehumanize someone who looks inhuman - and that’s exactly what palpatine wants, because he doesn’t want anyone considering that vader’s human and fallible. he doesn’t want people taking his apprentice.

if that’s not enough, vader’s senses were tampered with. he doesn’t feel a sensation other than pain, doesn’t see a color other than red, the helmet distorts sounds like they’re coming through water - it’s all very isolating. and it’s constant - vader never gets to really get out of his own head, because he barely experiences the world around him. nothing exists other than what vader has to do - it’s a very fucked up way to live. 

the suit is entrenched in every aspect of vader’s life; so deeply that it became entwined with his self-perception. he’s not just wearing the suit, he is the suit. and that’s exactly how palpatine wanted it, because he wanted an apprentice he could control - so he took away vader’s opportunities, put people off of communicating with vader, and shut off vader’s environment. think of a horse with blinkers; vader’s only goal, only purpose, is the empire, and nothing outside of that should be allowed to exist. 

essentially, palpatine has done more than systematically destroy vader’s life - he’s destroyed vader’s potential life. he’s destroyed everything, so vader becomes unreachable in his isolation and pain. 

and vader thanks him for it. there’s a scene in the old canon where vader thanks palpatine for making him stronger - because palpatine pulled his card and said, don’t you like all i’ve done for you? like he’s given vader a gift. 

the suit is so, so important to palpatine’s subjugation of anakin that it’s hard to imagine darth vader without it - and i don’t think there would be a darth vader without it. 

without the suit, there’s nothing keeping him in the empire - other than palpatine. in a suitless!vader situation, palpatine and vader’s relationship is going to be even more insidious, even more disgusting, because palpatine’s relying on solely his wit to keep is apprentice in line. and anakin doesn’t stay in line for long - i highly doubt palpatine could keep a suitless vader for long. 

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Fandom: Kingsman

Pairing: HarryxReader 

Setting: The hospital where Harry has just awoken from his coma

Warnings: n/a

Word Count: 875

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The Reason is You

Pairing: God!Chuck x Reader

Summary: The reader accidentally incurs the wrath of Chuck while arguing with him regarding his issue with his sister, and Chuck is not happy

Warnings: swearing obviously

A/N: Listen to The Reason by Hoobastank and Cancer by My Chemical Romance for the full feels-experience!

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