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Things I need from David Tennant now that SDCC is over:

David Tennant to guest host on Saturday Night Live with his Duck Tales co-stars, Beck Bennet and Bobby Moynihan.

Originally posted by iwasntinyourass

More bromance images/opportunities between David Tennant and Ben Schwartz.

Originally posted by tennydr10confidential

David Tennant to provide a voice for The Master equivalent of Doctor Zone Files in Disney’s “Murphy Milo’s Law”.  Or frankly anything in “Murphy Milo’s Law” with Duck Tales co-star Kate Micucci.  Also, there will be singing.

Originally posted by palizinhaindanville

For someone to introduce David Tennant to the brilliance of “Weird Al Yankovich”.

Originally posted by 1980s-90sgifs

More of David Tennant fan-boying over Allison Janney, or possibly put them in a production together.

Originally posted by steeevenjohn

A video of David Tennant playing and reacting to playing his video game Call of Duty  WWII.  Seriously, there will be screaming, cursing, climbing of furniture, and facial expressions galore.

Originally posted by dessi1998

David Tennant to become the new voice of Siri so we can all hear David say our own names, or say “I love you”, whenever we want.

Originally posted by hannbluebird

David Tennant and Udo Kier to be in a horror movie together.  Possibly “Fright Night 2; The Vengence of Peter Vincent”.

Originally posted by tennydr10confidential

David Tennant to appear on “Vikings” with Katheryn Winnick (Lagertha). Obviously as a ruthless but ultimately spineless Scottish (Alba) clan leader who is smitten with Lagertha but is no match for her.

Originally posted by bobbijgweiss

David Tennant coming back as the 10th incarnation of The Doctor (who doesn’t want that?) and unknowingly flirting with the 13th Doctor (but in a less creepy manner than MasterSimm flirting with Missy), only to have Captain Jack begrudgingly explain to 10 that he is flirting with himself.  13 does not flirt back and basically, coldly and systematically shuts him down with brilliance and charm at every turn.

Originally posted by tennydr10confidential

More of David Tennant Scottishness, and frankly just more David Tennant.

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Translation for the last image:

Edward: Isn’t there any rum?
Arno: Huh? I’ve got a baguette if you like.
Ezio: I’d prefer some pizza instead.

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A lucky shot. by Steven Rosenow
Via Flickr:
A shot in which I hope isn’t the last I catch before the window of prime imaging opportunity passes for the gas giant. The skies here in the Pacific Northwest have been absolutely brutal for astronomers since October. This is the best 45% of 6500 frames stacked in AS!3, using a Nikon D5500 DSLR and a ten-inch Meade LX200 f/6.3 Wide-Field telescope. Image acquisition done through recording a series of 55-second MOV files, converted over to AVI using ffmpeg.exe utility. Acquisition settings were through manual ISO control on the video, with 1/160 shutter speed equivalent at IS06400, at 60p frame rate. Effective f/ratio is approximately f/25, @ approximately 6500mm to 7200mm focal length. Magnification provided by a custom-modified barlow lens (essentially a lens element grouping out of an old Soligor Nikon F-mount zoom lens), fit into the rear cell of the telescope. Image is uncropped from the final AS!3 output. Note Io and Ganymede. Skies fogged up within minutes of capturing this at 1:15AM Pacific Daylight Time. The GRS had just begun rotating into view when the fog rolled in, which forced me to pack it in for the night. Final processing done in Registax 6, then post-processing done in Adobe Photoshop CS6 and then Lightroom 6 for the final touchups and export.

Title: A Letter to Jake McKenzie (An Officer McKenzie fic, Slight JakexMC)

Follow along the audio post by reading Rebecca McKenzie’s letter here

Characters: Officer Rebecca McKenzie, Jake McKenzie, M/C
Word Count:
2746
Summary:
Rebecca thought he was out of her life for sure.  It’s been far too long.  Since he disappeared, she has mourned, stored away the memories, and moved on with her lifeThat is, until a glimmer of hope resurfaced into her life, reviving her determination to search for Jake again. 

Author’s Note:
The soundcloud audio and visual of the letter are just ADDITIONAL COMPONENTS!  You can still enjoy the fic without reading the letter or listening to Rebecca’s audio post.  The letter is in the story, just separated in chunks between Rebecca’s memories.  I just got really into this story so added a lil something extra. 

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Lok’tar Ogar!

Private Instruction

A/N: An anon request for a smutty JJ x Reader where the reader teaches her how to go down on a girl. This is Pre-Will and super cheesy. I hope you enjoy :D @coveofmemories @sexualemobitch @jamiemelyn @unstoppableangel8 @iammostdefinitelyonfire26 @marvelfanlife @amarislestrange @obsessed5sosfreak @sonhadoraativa @1enchantedfantasy1 @ace-and-rosey @blakendores @twelveyearoldchildprodigy @offbrandcursewords @entelechysymphony @milkandcookies528 @pugs-cats-bb-8 @davidr0ssi @sarahkay-19

Warnings: Smut

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“Jayge, you’ve gotta get back out there,” you said encouragingly. As her best friend, the last thing you wanted was for JJ to be alone when she so badly wanted to share her life with someone. “I realize your last couple of relationships didn’t end well, but there is some lucky ass guy out there who is going to love you.”

JJ laughed lightly, the air escaping through her nose as she turned from the kitchen counter to face you. “What makes you think I’m only interested in men?” Your eyes widened at the thought. JJ liked women? Oh, that was not good news for your wandering mind. JJ was quite possibly the most beautiful woman in the world to you and she’d been the object of your affections since you started at the Bureau. As you formed your thoughts into something coherent, you attempted to wipe the blush off your face. 

“In all our years of knowing each other, you’ve never once mentioned being bisexual.”

She shrugged and turned back toward the counter, where she was preparing mini ice cream sundaes for you both. “Guess, it just never came up. I’ve never been with a woman though. I just know I like them. I’m…” JJ told you nearly everything. What was she going to say?

“What?” You asked, but she turned away again. “Come on, I’m one of your best friends in the world, tell me.”

You definitely weren’t expecting the next words out of her mouth. “I’m nervous about ever getting into a relationship with a woman because I wouldn’t know what to do…sexually.”

You walked up to her side and placed your hand on her shoulder. “Did you know what to do the first time you were with a guy?”

“Kind of. Books and stuff.”

“Book learning is so minimal. I mean practically. Did you know what he liked? What he wanted? Before you slept with him?” Her wariness about the whole situation was actually pretty adorable. She shook her head. Of course she didn’t. No one did. You flew by the seat of your pants and hoped that you had a communicative lover so you could figure out what they liked. Whether it was with a man or a woman, it didn’t matter - same rules applied. “Exactly. If you end up with a woman, you’ll figure it out. Plus, you just have to do what you know you like on her.” You’d always been under the assumption that women were better lovers than men because women tended to pay attention more. 

The conversation died into nothingness for a few moments before she blushed at the fact that it had even happened. “You’ll figure it out as you go along. I did.” Out and proud since the age of 15, you’d had relationships with both men and women and knew your way around bodies of all shapes and sizes. “You’ll just need to find someone who’s willing to teach you all the things you need to know,” you laughed. Shy was never your thing; you lifted your fingers in a “v” shape on either side of your mouth and made an “obscene” gesture.

“What? Like you?” JJ asked. Was she joking? Maybe she was joking? But why on earth should you let this opportunity slide?

The images that had run through your head in regards to JJ and a bed ran the gamut from her writhing underneath your fingers to her head buried between your legs to using a range of different toys on each other. “Jayge, I would be more than willing to teach you all about the ways of eating out of that’s what you want.” Honestly, it was said in jest. Never in a million years did you expect her to actually be open to the idea. 

“Really?” She asked genuinely. “Would you?” 

When she turned to meet your gaze again, she’d frozen in place, her eyes full of curiosity. “I mean, Jayge, you’re beautiful. If you genuinely have no idea what you’d be doing, I could give you some practical instruction. It’s not like I don’t think you’re one of the most beautiful creatures in existence.”

JJ blushed and looked at the floor. She’d always been so confident; seeing her so meek and unconfident was unusual. One last time, you tried to gauge whether or not she was serious. Once you did, you closed the space between you and placed your arms on either side of her body, resting against the counter. 

In your mind, you’d done this with such confidence, but you never imagined actually getting the opportunity. Hesitantly, you leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. Her eyes fluttered closed - lips pressed insistently against your own. You lifted your hands to the sides of her neck, cradling her face as you parted her lips with your tongue and turned to sweet kiss into a more passionate one. She tasted of strawberries; it was all you could do not to devour her right there. 

Apparently, the feeling must’ve been somewhat mutual because she snaked her delicate hands around your waist and pulled you closer. Her trembling fingers told you she wanted more, but was hesitant to do anything wrong. “Slide your hands under my shirt,” you whispered, her mouth eager to swallow your words. Grabbing her hand, you placed it at the hemline of your shirt, hissing slightly when she lifted the material and the cool air of the apartment hit your heated skin. 

When you leaned into the kiss, reveling in the feel of her fingertips against your stomach, JJ moaned into you. “See,” you said. Your lips brushed against hers, just a hair’s breath away. “You know what you’re doing without realizing it.”

“Does that mean we have to stop?” Her giggle made you melt. How could someone be simultaneously so sexy and so cute? It was maddening.

You shook your head and parted her lips once more. “Not if you don’t want to, Jayge.” Her sigh of relief made you wonder if she wanted this as more than just instruction on the art of women loving women. Everything in you hoped that that was the case, but even if it wasn’t you were going to enjoy this. Stay in the moment. 

In a blur of soft fabrics, bright colors and quiet thudding sounds, somehow, you and JJ had ended up in your bedroom, thin slips of lace now all that were covering you. “Jayge, you are so gorgeous.” Marveling at her sun-kissed skin, you slowly kissed down her collarbone, between her breasts and down toward the hemline of her black lace panties. “Never imagined I’d get to do this.” 

Your tongue jutted out to taste her above the lace; the sweetest sound you’ve ever heard left from between her lips as you kissed her. As her back arched upward, she brought her hands to her breasts. Taut peaks became visible underneath the delicate material, silently begging to be freed from their restraints. Despite what she’d said, JJ didn’t seem to need much instruction, but that didn’t mean that you weren’t going to make sure she enjoyed this. 

Breathing heavily, you kissed back up her frame and lifted her top half off the bed so that you could remove her bra and sending it floating to the floor. You weren’t about to leave her upper half neglected as your tongue traveled over her, tasting. You brought each nipple in your mouth before taking her hands in yours and placing them over her sensitive breasts. “I’ll take care of the rest.”

JJ whined sweetly as you glided back down her stomach, leaving small love bites along the way. You grabbed the material between your teeth and pulled them down her legs bit by bit, before resorting to using your hands; you were growing impatient. This moment had played over and over again in your mind nearly since you began working with her; you weren’t about to wait much longer, especially once you heard her mutter your name. “Y/N,” she breathed.

“As with men, start out slow,” you said, laughing against her as you kissed her folds. “Figure out what she likes. What sounds is she making and when is she making them?” Raking your fingers gently around her thighs, you flattened your tongue and licked up the length of her slit; she quivered, but you wanted more.

Your tongue delved into her folds, licking and sucking gently at first, and then more insistently. When she arched upward into your mouth, you took a second to tease her. “Arching is usually a good sign that you’re doing something right.” Her smile brought a laugh up from the depths of you as you returned to devouring her, adding the sensation of your fingers thrusting in and out of her slick heat as your mouth provided a suction around her sensitive bundle of nerves. “Oh my god,” she breathed. “Y/N, please…more.”

Feverishly, you kissed and licked at her center until she was writhing underneath you, arching up into your mouth and begging for more with only her strangled cries of pleasure. You nearly shook with your own pleasure; watching her come undone was more than worth the price of this session of instruction. As she eased down from her climax, you kissed back up her body and took her lips in a passionate yet sweet kiss. “I think that was a very successful study session,” you giggled against her. 

“I’d say so,” she said, her breaths still slightly ragged. She slid her hand up the length of your back and into your hair. “But I think I may need another lesson or two.”

You chuckled into her neck. “I’m sure I could be convinced to provide you further instruction.”

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anonymous asked:

How about Jason and Dick having hot making out sessions while patroling? And Dick worring about them getting caught bc nobody know about them yet but then they find Tim and Kon also making out? Pleaaase :3

What a freaking awesome prompt, A+ anon. 

There was a dark chuckle from the shadows. 
Dick tensed, just slightly, on instinct, but he already knew that voice intimately. 
“You know,” he said casually as he continued to observe the people on the street below him, “if we’re going to keep doing this relationship thing, we’re going to need to talk about boundaries.”
Jason’s hands wrapped around his waist. “Boundaries?” Jason whispered hotly in his ear. His hands slipped down to Dick’s hips. “Talking?” 
Dick turned so they were facing and he folded his arms in a show of mock-superiority. “Some of us have jobs you know.” 
Jason let Dick’s hip go in order to give a mock salute. “Aye aye, Officer Grayson.” Then he leant in for a kiss, hands slipping inappropriately down Dick’s back. 
Dick made a desperate noise before he came to his senses and pushed Jason away as gently as he could. “Batman watches everything,” he reminded Jason, reciting the Family motto. 
Jason smirked at him. Dick took the opportunity to ingrain the image into his mind, Jason in his Red Hood regalia, his mask abandoned a few steps behind him, jacket open to reveal a shirt showing abs that Dick really wished he didn’t know were real. 
“Then let’s give him a show,” Jason purred and stepped forward again. 
Dick sidestepped, gracefully dodging the attempt. “Jace-” 
Jason’s eyes narrowed at him, eyeing him up the way he had a thousand times. As a threat. A target. An enemy. 
But there was no heat in his smirk and Jason wasn’t reaching for his gun. 
Jason took a cautious step forward and Dick danced back a bit more. 
And then Jason leapt. 
Dick hadn’t been expecting it; it was completely nonstrategic to throw yourself at your enemy, allow yourself to be open to all sorts of attack, and so Dick fell quickly to the floor under Jason’s tackle. 
Jason caged Dick’s head with his elbows. “Hello again,” he said easily. 
Dick couldn’t help a snort. “Does that line work often?” 
“You tell me,” Jason replied as he pressed a soft kiss to Dick’s lips. 
“Jason,” Dick said, a half-moan. “We can’t. I’m supposed to be the good child.” 
Jason made a noise. “Says the one who ran away to Bludhaven and became a cop.”
“What’s wrong with being a cop?” Dick protested as Jason trailed kisses down Dick’s neck. 
“Nothing, unless you’re the heir to a multi-million company,” Jason’s fingers were scratching against Dick’s spandex covered hips now.
“Actually I believe it’s a multi-billion dollar company,” Dick corrected, one knee coming up to press against Jason’s hip. “And it’s no better than me running around in spandex every night.” 
“I’ll say.” Jason decided he was bored with the conversation. Dick was in his incredibly skin-tight Nightwing outfit and Jason wasn’t made of stone. His tongue licked hotly against Dick’s mouth, seeking access that Dick gave willingly, Jason’s back arching so that he could move deeper into the kiss. 
They pulled away panting. “No…not here,” Dick managed to get out. 
Jason groaned and dropped his head on Dick’s shoulder. “Gotham’s a whole city, bluebird. He’s not going to find us. And he probably won’t care.” 
Dick gave him a look. “This is Batman we’re talking about.” 
Jason groaned again, even louder as he rolled off Dick and jumped to his feet. “Fine.” 
Dick grinned widely at him and Jason’s stomach definitely didn’t roll happily at the sight. 
Jason walked over to his helmet and he picked it up and put it on, hoping to hide his disappointment. “I’ll see you later then,” he said shortly. 
Dick slid over to him. “I didn’t say we had to stop,” he said coyly, putting his hands in Jason’s jacket pockets to pull him closer. “Just that we had to change the location.” 
Jason raised an eyebrow in question before realising Dick couldn’t see him. “I thought you were supposed to be the good one,” he chided. “You have a secret make-out spot?” 
Dick blinked his wide blue eyes at him from under his mask. “Doesn’t everybody?” 
“No.” Jason wondered if he was in over his head with Dick. He was far more evil than Jason could ever have imagined. 
Dick slipped his hand out of Jason’s pockets in favor for one of Jason’s. “It’s one of the few spots Batman doesn’t know about.” 
“What happened to him knowing all?” Jason asked curiously as Dick lead them over rooftops. 
Dick grinned at him again. 

“Here it is,” Dick said happily as they finally came to a stop. 
Jason shook his head. “We passed like ten of my safe houses,” he bemoaned. 
“It’s worth it,” Dick told him, as he reached over and gently slid the helmet off Jason’s head. “So I can see your eyes,” he said genuinely. 
Jason looked at him suspiciously. “So you have access to my mouth,” he corrected. 
“That too,” Dick grinned, pressing a small kiss to Jason’s lips before somersaulting off the building towards the dark spot he’d indicated. Jason sighed and followed with far less frilly moves. He caught up to Dick, standing on the edge of his supposed make-out spot. 
“You know,” Jason began. 
Dick gave him an alarmed look. Jason frowned and stepped forward to have a look at what had ruined Dick’s playful mood and-
He snorted loudly. “No way.” 
Tim and Kon jerked apart, Kon flying up a few feet of the wall Tim had pinned him against. 
“I thought this was supposed to be your secret make-out spot,” Jason continued brashly, “not the whole Family’s.” 
Dick stepped forward and folded his arms. “It was supposed to be just mine,” he said with a disapproving look at the boys. 
Tim looked sheepish. “I may have come across you-”
“Wait, you and Nightwing are together?” Kon interrupted loudly, dropping back to the floor now he was sure that he wasn’t going to be stabbed by Tim’s older brothers. 
Dick paled. “What? No! I mean!” He gave Tim a scolding look. “You’re dating Superboy!” 
“And he stole your make-out spot,” Jason added.
“And you stole my make-out spot,” Dick repeated. 
“You’re twenty-four years old, you’re too old for a make-out spot.” Tim gave Jason a wary look. “Or so I thought.” 
Jason slung an arm around Dick. “Beat it, Replacement, we had first dibs.” 
Tim looked at him, as if weighing his options. Finally, he turned away from them. “I won’t tell if you don’t.” 
Then he jumped off the side of the building.
Kon gave them a regretful look as he flew off. 
“How did Tim sneak Kon into Gotham without Bruce finding out?” Dick wondered, not for the first time in awe of his little brother. 
“Don’t we have something more important to be doing?” Jason teasingly whispered into Dick’s ear. 

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