pace-counter

Jack knew something wasn’t right when he woke up. The covers were too hot on him and his head was pounding like he’d been drinking too much the night before. He shifted, trying to get his bearings, but at some point during the night, he must have pulled the covers over his head. He struggled free, enjoying the fresh air, before noticing a pair of paws on the bed. When he moved his arms, the paws moved too. What followed next was a confusing jumble of panic and incoherent screaming that came out as yowls.

He must have passed out again, because when he came to, he was still disoriented and nauseous. He confirmed that, no, it had not been a bad dream. Somehow, he’d grown four legs and a tail overnight.

After the initial panic, he jumped on his bedside table where his phone was, but he was uncoordinated, and ended up knocking the phone to the ground. He batted at it on the floor, but found that the battery had drained itself overnight when he’d forgotten to charge it.

Cursing and swearing to himself, he wandered his apartment on shaky legs. Thankfully, he hadn’t quite turned off the tap in the bathroom and the dripping of the faucet helped to parch his thirst as he tried to think of what try next. He needed to get help soon. Otherwise, he was going to end up starving to death in his own apartment.

In the living room, Jack found a window that he’d left open because it had been too hot last night. He squeezed out onto the fire escape and tried not to look down. It was strange in this body. Jack never had an issue with heights before, but now, a glance downward to the street had his head spinning with vertigo.

Left with no choice, Jack began to climb upward with the dim hope that someone had also left a window open.

He didn’t get too far before the enticing smell of spices and baked dough reminded him how hungry he was. He followed the smell until he staring into a kitchen where someone was bent over, pulling pies from an oven. Jack called out for the guy’s attention, and when he finally glanced in Jack’s direction, he scrambled to open the window.

“Hey, kitty. What are you doing so high up?” he asked. Jack stiffened when the guy picked him up, but he let himself get rescued from the precarious ledge. “Where did you come from?”

Help me! I’m not really a cat! Jack tried to say, but as expected, it came out in a series of pitched meows.

“Hmmm, okay. You hungry?” He set Jack on the floor to rummage around in his fridge. He set out a plate of leftover meatballs which Jack, losing his composure, attacked immediately.

“I’ll take care of you. Don’t worry, little–uh– guy?” He attempted to lift Jack’s tail to check, but Jack had hissed and swiped his claws. “Okay, never mind. We’re not going there,” he said backing off. Satisfied, Jack continued to eat, though with a suspicious eye on the guy who’d now dropped onto his stomach to watch Jack with a bright smile.

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statuepuppie  asked:

O Captain, My Captain! (Janeway would approve!) Would you please feed my soul with some Kara and Maggie bonding? Thanks!

Alex hasn’t been dating her long.

And Kara is still adjusting, is still stiff about it.

Not around Alex – around Alex, she’s all heart eyes and thrilled that she’s with Maggie, that she’s happy.

Because she is happy that she’s happy.

But around Maggie?

Kara’s still stiff, still distant.

And Alex knows her sister. And Alex knows her girlfriend.

So one night, she does one of the things she does best: covert operations.

And they both show up at Alex’s door at the same moment.

Kara, through one of the hallway windows; Maggie, up the staircase.

Kara, bearing ice cream and potstickers; Maggie, with pizza and root beer.

“What are you – “

“Why are you – “

“She had a rough day – “

“She texted me – “

“I just thought she’d want some – “

“I wanted to bring her – “

“Sorry, you go ahead – “

“Sorry, I keep interrupting – “

“Ahh!”

“Okay.”

“Hi Kara.”

“Hi Maggie.”

“So your sister had a rough day.”

“She did.”

Kara’s voice is just a little more tense than it usually is.

Just a little more prim than it usually is. A little more reserved, a little more… maybe… angry?

Maggie’s heart tears.

She doesn’t exactly have a good history with the families of girls she likes.

And Kara’s always nice to her, she’s always… cordial. But there’s a distance, a nervousness, maybe. A protectiveness. And Maggie gets it. She does. But it still scares her. It still hurts.

Both of their phones buzz at the same time. They have an identical novel of a text.

Kara, Maggie – my day was fine. I just didn’t know how else to get you two alone together. To bond. And I want you to bond. Because you’re the most important women in my life. Kara, I know you’re not used to sharing me, and Maggie, I know you feel like you don’t fit in with my family. So… surprise? I’m with James and Winn for the night – use my apartment, have at it. Kara, just don’t make her watch old musicals. She’ll probably like them, and then I’ll have to hear random bursts of corny old songs from both of you.

Kara finishes reading first, and she gulps a rough gulp and studies Maggie while she finishes reading. While she tries not to shake. Kara knows, because Kara can hear her heartbeat. She tries to pretend she can’t. She adjusts her glasses and waits. Watching.

Maggie gulps, too, and glances up nervously.

“So I guess she thinks we’re not sufficiently bonded, huh?”

“Well, you did break her heart. And she is my sister. I’m going to be protective.”

To Kara’s surprise, Maggie smiles.

“I like that you’re protective of her. She deserves that. Someone to fight for her like you do.”

Kara adjusts her glasses and stares.

“And you want to fight for her, too?”

“I never want to stop.”

“Why?”

“Are you finally giving me the shovel talk?”

“Why do you want to fight for her, Maggie? Because you didn’t, when she left that bar hysterically crying, trying to convince herself she wasn’t even a lesbian to make the pain go away. The rejection.”

Kara startles at the intensity of the hurt that flashes across Maggie’s face, and she regrets her uncharacteristically harsh words immediately.

Maggie swallows and nods for Kara to open Alex’s apartment door and follows her inside, putting the pizza and root beer on the counter and pacing immediately, left hand settled below her lips.

“You know Alex. She’s… she’s quick, and she’s brave, and she’s… she’s the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen, but not just on the outside. Your sister… she didn’t give up on me. Not when I was kidnapped, not when I was being stupid and thinking that she’d be better off… I didn’t want her coming out to be about me, Kara, I was… I know it’s screwed up, but I was trying to protect her. I was trying… I was trying to be good enough for her. And I know I never can be, but I want to try. Every day. I want to try to be good enough, because Alex deserves that. You… you know what I mean?”

Kara stares and Kara thinks and Kara thinks about that goofy grin Alex has developed in the last week or so, that distant look in her eyes that means she’s daydreaming about Maggie, about this girl who makes her smile, who makes her giggle, who makes her laugh like Kara’s never seen her laugh before.

“More than you know,” she answers softly, and then her face splits into a grin.

“I know you have a thing for vegan ice cream – and I agree with Alex, gross – but how do you feel about potstickers?”

“That all depends, Little Danvers – how do you feel about pizza and root beer?”

“Like you’d better be ready to give me most of it.”

“Done.”

When Alex gets home late that night, she doesn’t expect Maggie to still be there.

But she’s pleasantly surprised.

Because it might be midnight, but the two women that mean most to her – that she… loves… – are still awake, still there, surrounded by empty root beer bottles and pizza and potsticker boxes and pints of ice cream.

And her apartment is full of 90s boy band music and raucous laughter and deliberately off-key singing.

She’s not sure what she’s started by giving her sister and her girlfriend a compulsory bonding night, but she’s sure of one thing: she loves it, she loves it, she loves it.

3

A pace counter is a simple abacus used to count paces, ie, every time your left foot hits the ground. You get a good measurement of what your pace is, and you can use it to measure off how far you’ve walked. They’re particularly useful if you’re walking around at night. When you get to the amount of paces that equals 100 meters, you slide down one of the top beads. When you’ve reached 1 kilometer, you slide down one of the lower beads. When all four lower beads have been slid down, and you’ve slid down the last of the upper beads, that means you’ve reached 5 kilometers.

I decided to make one out of some Tibetan skull beads I have. I have two different kinds. I “believe” one is carved from human bone and one is from buffalo horn.

I had to ream them out in order for the cord to go through. Unfortunately, one or two of them were reamed a little too much and they tend to slide a bit more than I’d like. I was tempted to take them off and replace them, but getting them strung on the cord was such a monumental pain, I opted to just leave it as is. I made it more for fun than anything else. I have other pace counters that I would use in real life anyway.

baker151910  asked:

"Stay the hell away from Ginny..." Mike said to Rachel.

He storms past where she’s standing in his house, pacing by the counter, bringing his fingers to his eyes, attempting to dig the image of Ginny’s disappointed face out of his mind.  The slight pout of lips, her brown eyes brimming with tears, but her shoulders pulled back, her head held high, as she attempted to act unaffected.

A simple, “I hope you and Rachel are happy,” were the only words she spoke to him the entire day, instead responding with shakes and nods, as if they were playing an endless game.

Rachel’s once smug look fades to irritation, as she crosses her arms.  Her mood prickling at the sound of Ginny’s name.

He turns on her, his forehead wrinkling with rage, pointing his phone at her like an accusatory finger.

“What did you say to her?” He seethes.

“I didn’t tell her anything that wasn’t true,” she spits with a raise of her eyebrow.

He steps closer, the heat of his rage coming off of him in waves, as he punctuates his words.  “What did you say to her?”

Rachel didn’t back down, instead baiting him.  “Why do you care, Mike?  Hmm?”

He straightens up at his question, the one he’d been asking himself a lot lately. 

“Because I have to work with her, Rachel.  If we’re not communicating then we’re not winning,” he explains to her as if she’s a child who doesn’t understand a lick about the relationship between pitcher and catcher.

Rachel gives a sideways grin, bringing her head down with a sad shake.  “Oh yeah?  And you call up all your other pitchers late at night too?  Bring them food, go to all their doctor’s appointments?”

 “Rachel,” he warns, scrubbing his hands over his face.

“I just told her that we were happy, we were trying to make it work, and it would help if she wasn’t around so much,” she admits.

“You what?” His eyes growing wide, and the sudden avoidance of Ginny all day making sense.  His suggestion of tacos afterwards earning him a shake of the head, as she quickly slid by him, his skin tingling where she’s brushed against him.  “Damn it, Rachel.”

“It’s true, Mike.  How are we supposed to try when you’re trying more with her?”

He wants to refute it.  He wants to tell her that she’s crazy.  That this isn’t his fault.  That he feels nothing for Ginny.  But that’s a lie.  He’s known it since the moment he showed up at her hotel room.  His body may have been with Rachel, but his mind, his heart had been several floors up with Ginny.

“We’re done.”  Realization washing over him, a sardonic laugh paired with his admittance. Rachel looks at him oddly, before he grabs his keys and turns to head out again.

“Where are you going?” She yells.

He reaches for the handle of the door, taking a deep breath, bringing with it a knowing smile.

“Where I should’ve gone months ago.”

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Rings - Taeyong (M)

Requested:  can i request a taeyong femdom smut where the reader keeps teasing him out in public bc he didn’t listen to her and when they get back home the reader decides to use a cockring on him bc he keeps disobeying her?? (lots of begging and whining pls!! include eating out/face riding if that’s fine!!) thank you~ ^^

A/N: This was so hard for me to write OTL… Hope you like it, I don’t have much experience with cock-rings, but I heard there are vibrating ones☺ Sorry if this is bad!!!!

**THIS IS SMUT! READ WITH CAUTION**

Word Count: 1,134



“I told you” you said, crossing your arms.
“This is the right way” he countered.
His pace sped up and dropped your arms, letting out a sigh and following him.
“We already passed here- let’s just ask someone-”
“No” he growled, continuing his rapid strides.

You arrived with him to the party late, feet sore. You apologized to Mark and wished him a happy birthday as Taeyong disappeared. You were separated from him for the whole party… You held a small grudge against him for being so stubborn and for your aching feet.

You were ready to go home when the clock struck 10. You scouted for Taeyong, looping your arm with his when you found him and leaning up to his ear.
“Let’s go” you suggested, trying to hold back a yawn.
His gaze was intense, like always, as he gave a small nod, finishing his conversation with Yuta.

The walk to the car was quiet.
“Don’t get us lost this time” you said, sass evident in your voice.
He glared at you before pulling the keys out of his jacket pocket. His intense gaze made you smile to yourself. He looked so good tonight. During the ride home you tried to be affectionate with him, intertwining your fingers with his free hand. He held your hand passively, as if still bothered by your sass to him earlier. You thought to yourself in the car. How could you punish him for his moodiness and grumpy attitude all day? You thought about the black box under the bed that you and Taeyong seldom used. You could picture the cock ring around his swollen length, the way he would cry out from the throbbing. The imagery of turning on the vibrating contraption  made you close your legs and take a deep breath. You wrestled with the idea of suggesting it to him when you got home, but you knew he would probably be against it with the way he was acting.
The garage came into view and you withdrew your hand from his. You bit your lip as you tried to plan the scenario out.
Once you got inside with him and both kicked off your shoes you grabbed his hand, pulling him into the bedroom. Immediately, your hands flew up to his skinny tie, working to untie it. He stuttered while trying to figure out what you were doing.
“I want you so bad” you murmured, your hand boldly cupping his manhood. You knew you had to be quick, before he got hard, if you wanted to use his toy on him. You ordered him to get undressed quickly as you easily pulled the box out from under your bed. He was cautious when stripping, trying to see what you were doing. You tossed the box onto the bed, and pulled his loose tie from his unbuttoned shirt. You turned him around, trying this wrists together. You then pushed his slacks down along with his boxer-briefs. They pooled at his ankles and smiled to himself. You forced him toward the bed, pulling your secret weapon from the box and coming toward him. He scooted back, looking pathetic without being able to use his arms. You easily straddled him, your dress hiking up to your hips. With his soft member in front of you and his wide eyes watching you in anticipation you attached the cock ring. A strap around the base of his strap, a strap under his soft balls.
“Fuck-” he cursed, letting his head fall back.
You got off him, easily unzipping your dress and coyly smiling as you saw him hardening. You crawled onto the bed and pressed a small button at the base of one of the rubber rings. The small buzz of the vibrating sounded in the room. He squirmed on the bed, letting out a surprisingly high moan. He groaned after, trying to control himself. You slipped your thong off, leaving your bra on as you climbed over him. His length was hard, his girth bigger than usual. You mounted his shoulders, running a single finger over yourself before making eye contact with him. You adjusted and felt his lips brush your womanhood. You wove your hands into his hair, pulling him closer. His tongue lazily lapped at your folds, making you grind down on him for more friction. He was doing a poor job, you knew it was because he was too preoccupied with himself and breathing. He let out a small whine when you pulled away making you smile.
“Please- (Y/n)” he said, his voice weak sounding.
“Please what?” you mused.
“I need you to fuck me” he whispered, his eyes pleading.
You got off him and moved to straddle his hips. Using your hand you led him to your entrance. You slick lips provided enough lubrication to slowly let him slide in. You let out a sigh at the familiar feeling and began to ride him slowly. Your breath hitched as your clit brushed the vibrating ring. Your hands fisted the sheets by his chest as you leaned forward to speed up. Your jaw clenched as he bucked up. Mercilessly your sexes collided, both of your moans loudly filling up the room. He was close, you could tell by the way he was focusing on just trying to breath. You loved seeing him like this. How he could go from withdrawn and cold to you to a hot, writhing mess. He was more vocal than ever. He cursed and yelled, crying out as he reached his orgasm. You halted, and rocked on him, letting your clit rub against the vibrating cock ring at the end of his shaft. You eventually came as well, laying down against his chest as you tried to recover. After you did you got off him, his member still swollen and tall. You carefully turned off the vibrating ring and slipped both of them off. You stroked him a few times and his eyebrows knit together.

“Cum one more time for me~” you whispered.
You kissed his tip giving him a small kitten lick, tasting yourself. Taeyong didn’t take long before he came again while crying out. He looked so absolutely fucked-out. You licked your lips as you crawled to lay beside him.
“You-” he started, stopping to gulp again.
You pecked his cheek, trailing to his lips.
“How was it?” you asked, propping your head up with one of your hands to look down at him.
Your other hand rested on his chest as he closed his eyes.
“Do I get to do something to you tomorrow?”
You smiled and gave a short giggle.
“If you want to,” you cooed, brushing his damp hair from his forehead, “just next time listen to me when I tell you where to go.”

Auggie the Clock Watcher

There was very little to enjoy about working in the fast food industry, but nothing quite so bad as the customers. They were demanding, impatient, and firmly believed they were right even when it was obvious to everyone else that they were not. The worst were the parents who left their kids in the restaurant and expected us to babysit while they went shopping in the plaza next door, even after they’d been asked and then told not to.

Many of us were fairly young ourselves with no idea how to handle a rambunctious, messy child, so if anything ever happened to them, we’d be totally lost. That ever present concern just made us dislike them even more.

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Surprise Visit

Request:  Hiya! Can you do a Tyler imagine where the reader is a baker and she has a order to fill. So she bakes a cake for a client and Tyler wants to help her. So things get messy in the kitchen like they goof around , play music , throw flour at each other and Tyler showers the reader with kisses and grabs her by the waist. They decorate the cake and the reader puts icing on Tyler’s nose and licks it off. Just cute fluffy stuff. Thanks and stay alive. Love your imagines. ❤️

Tyler Joseph x Reader

word count: 743

Warnings: none

               You nervously paced behind your bakery’s counter; today a client was coming over to order a big custom cake. The bells on the door chimed, announcing that someone entered the bakery.

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Oh, come to daddy

 Pairing; Joker x reader 

A/N: Y/N runs and hides in the house which Mister J isn’t at all pleased with

Warning: Smut

You and Mister J had just gotten into a huge fight over a heist gone wrong. You happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time and the bat caught your foot and threatened to throw you off the roof of the building if Mister J didn’t surrender. He knew you were his only weakness. You put yourself in harm’s way, and Mister J was not happy. Usually when he got angry like this, he would take it out on you sexually and honestly, you didn’t mind. Actually, loved it when he played rough with you.

Only you’d never seen him this angry before, which made you scared so you stormed out of his bedroom. The minute you slammed the door you could hear it being kicked open again and his footsteps chasing you down the hall. Which leads us to your current situation. You sitting with your knees pressed to your chest inside the kitchen counter.

You could hear him entering the kitchen and you held your breath, praying to god he didn’t hear your breathing through the cabinet. ‘’Y/N??’’ he sang as he paced around the kitchen counter. ‘’I know you’re in here doll’’ his voice was lower now.

Every time he walked past your hiding spot, your breath hitched in your throat. He kept pacing around the kitchen island, torturing you. ‘’Don’t you wanna play with your daddy?’’ he growled. All of a sudden, he stopped. The crack of light between the counter doors were now blocked by a shadow. He tapped his fingers at the fridge. ‘’If you come out right now, I won’t be too hard on you. Your choice dollface.’’

You considered it. If you came out now, he’d play a bit nicer. On the other hand, if you just stayed in here, he would eventually have to give up and go look in another room. You decided to stay put until he got tired of looking. Wrong choice.

All of a sudden, the counter doors were slammed open and a hand grabbed your arm and pulled you out of the cabinet. He let go of your arm and breathed heavily as he glared at you. You started to back away slowly, turning your head to see what your options were in terms of escaping. Slim. Before you could attempt to make a run for it, he caught you from behind and used his grip to spin you around so that you were facing him. He squeezed your hips and lifted you up on the kitchen counter as you whimpered. ‘’You’ve been a very very bad little girl.’’ You couldn’t lie. His rough and dominant side had always turned you on. ‘’Daddy’s gonna have to punish you’’ he growled, his lips only inches from your sore ones.

He used his rough hands to part your legs and got in-between them. Attaching his lips to your neck and started sucking, his hand started travelling up your knee. When it reached your mid-thigh, you slapped it away without even thinking. The feeling was so intense that your body shivered. Mister J looked into your eyes and growled at you before using his other hand to grip your throat and slam the back of your head into the wall as he squeezed.

He used his other hand to glide it up your thigh until he started rubbing your inner, warm thigh. You couldn’t help but sigh in pleasure as he caressed your body roughly. His hand slid further up and he started rubbing your throbbing pussy through your stockings. Mister J let go of your throat and attached his lips to yours. The kiss was needy and passionate. You felt your legs turn to Jell-O as his tongue worked wonders on you.

‘’M-mistah j’’ you whimpered in pleasure as he placed his lips on your earlobe and started nibbling on it. ‘’Such a good little girl’’ he purred into your ear as you threw your head back. His hands grabbed your waist and carried you out of the kitchen and into his bedroom again. He carried you to the bed and dropped you on it. You were on your knees, looking at him with puppy eyes. ‘’Nice try, princess.’’ He chuckled as he sat down on the edge of the purple satin sheets.

He patted his thighs, ‘’On your stomach.’’ He growled and you crawled on top of him and laid down. Mister J pulled down your stockings in two swift movements and ripped your black lace panties off with his strong hand. You shrieked quietly as you felt the sting of the materiel being ripped off your skin.

You were breathing heavily, the anticipation killing you. Mister J started rubbing your ass with his palm and breathed heavily. ‘’Daddy’s good little girl’’ he murmured as your bit your lip. His hand came crashing down on your butt cheek and you screamed from the pain and the surprise. He kept slapping your ass with all the force he could muster, your back arching for every slap. ‘’Mmmmm’’ you moaned when he slapped you for the fifteenth time. ‘’Oh you like that don’t you? Naughty, naughty.’’ He purred as he rubbed your pink, sore ass.

His fingers started rubbing your inner, naked thigh and you took a deep breath, devouring the pleasure he was providing you with. He used his thumb to run it over your slit, feeling your pool of wetness soaking his finger. ‘’God, you’re so fucking wet for me.’’ His voice had turned into a low growl as he pushed two fingers inside you. You arched your back and moaned loudly as he rubbed circles on your clit with his thumb.

As soon as he had begun, he stopped and pushed you onto your back, on the middle of the bed. He ripped his white shirt and pants off as he crawled over you like an animal. Your body was withering, desperate for his touch. He put his tongue on your hard nipple and swirled it around. Just the sight of it, made your pussy drip.

He slithered down your body, placing little bites and kisses on your stomach as he reached your throbbing pussy. He looked at it and kissed your slit, teasing you to the point where you nearly started screaming. ‘’Look how swollen your cute little clit is for me’’ He kissed it and you moaned at the intense feeling spreading through your body. The side effects were always sexual, and you were dying for a taste.

Mister J grabbed your thighs with his strong arms and pinned you down as he started flicking his wet tongue on your swollen clit. You moaned loudly and arched your back as you gripped the satin sheets. ‘’Oh, god!’’ you moaned. Mister J looked up at your and smirked. ‘’Yeah, you like that baby? Does that feel good?’’ he growled, his voice sending vibrations through your body.

He began sucking on your clit and you felt your eyes sink to the back of your head. ‘’Y-y-yes daddy, fuck yes, it feels so good.’’ You whimpered as he devoured you. Just as you felt your orgasm building up, he stopped and crawled back on top of you. He pulled his throbbing cock out of his boxers and ran it up and down your slit as he stared at you. You felt chills travel down your entire body. Before he could continue, you pushed him off you and got on your knees. First, he was surprised, but when he saw you crawling over to him, cheeks red and hair messy with your perky little tits, he didn’t object.

You used your tongue and flicked it on his tip. Mister J threw his head back and growled under his breath. ‘’Don’t tease me.’’ You ran your tongue up his shaft before you took all of him into your mouth and started bobbing your head. Mister J tightened his jaw and grabbed your hair, stroking it. ‘’Goooood girl.’’ He groaned as he watched his little girl make her daddy feel good. When he felt his stomach tightening, he grabbed your head and pushed you up. You quickly got the hint, and straddled him. You rubbed your wet pussy on his hard cock, teasing him, before he grabbed your hips roughly and forced himself into you.

You both moaned at the sensation. You started bucking your hips, feeling his cock fill you up and hitting all the right places. ‘’God, you’re still so fucking tight.’’ He groaned and pinched your nipples which made you gasp in pleasure. ‘’Mmm, god you feel so good.’’ You moaned with your hands pressed on his tattooed chest.

Mister J grabbed your waist and threw you on your back before crawling on top of you and thrusting into you, harder than he’d ever done before. You felt your stomach tighten as he thrusted into harder and faster for each time. He kept his eyes locked on yours and grunted as he felt your tight little walls pleasure him. You were both two moaning messes, groping, biting, sucking and slapping every body part you could find on each other.

His thrusts eventually got sloppier and he clenched his fist on the headboard of the bed. ‘’You gonna cum for your daddy hmm? Come on dollface, cum for me. I want your sweet little juices to cum for me’’ You moaned at his hoarse words as you grabbed his shoulder and moaned loudly, your walls clenching. ‘’I want you to cum in me daddy’’ you moaned into his mouth and this sent him over the edge. He growled loudly as he released his warm liquid into you. You were both panting heavily, lying next to each other. He rubbed your chin with his thumb and admired you. Next time, find a better hiding spot.

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Hard Contact: Chapter 2 - Darman

So, it’s really annoying that this first sequence of sections through chapter one and the first section of chapter 2 go: day of Geonosis, Etain on Qiilura three months after Geonosis, Niner and Fi on Ord Mantell the day after Geonosis, Omega briefing for Qiilura three months after Geonosis. Like, that is just terrible pacing and is counter-intuitive wrt the flow of time.

No wonder: there was a stripe of raw flesh across his face that started just under his right eye, ran clean across his mouth, and finally ended at the left side of his jaw.

Because I’m just really familiar with this series, this time around, I just processed this sentence as so, does this indicate anything about Vau’s handedness? (@izzyovercoffee tells me: it depends and without actually witnessing the situation or having it describe in detail, it’s difficult to tell)

“Zey’s head moved back just a fraction. “An intelligent and significant question,” he said.

@sgtbossman and I talked about this briefly, but like this particular line is so patronizing. But, like, so far, Zey has been nothing but polite and I’d say almost accommodating. He generally refers to the troopers as gentlemen, besides this line (and arguably “Do you understand everything I have said?“) he doesn’t speak down to them, he clearly expects the troopers to openly talk to him, Darman feels he has Zey’s approval to be openly curious about things that aren’t strictly need to know for the op (even if… Darman is taking it out of a conditioned eagerness to make Jedi pleased). Jusik generally is very forward, bordering on unintentionally rude.

“Ahhh,” it sighed. It had a voice like running water. “My, that’s indeed Fett’s face. Fascinating.”

The gurlanin know Jango Fett. I wanna hear more about this.

my fave retail experiences pt.2

- (serving an older man - this happens A LOT)

me: ok that will be $54.35 
man: (gives me $60)
me: ok here’s $5.65 change (aka, give the correct change smoothly and without hassle)
man: good girl! (genuine shock that i managed to process the sale without help from anyone)


- my co-worker is a young (19), very beautiful, friendly girl. the amount of shit she has to deal with from male customers is ridiculous. she has literally been asked out, while at work, by men twice her age. multiple times she has checked her facebook message requests to find random guys messaging her asking ‘are you the chick that works at such-and-such)’…honestly how does anyone find this behaviour to be appropriate? sometimes i’ll be serving a man and the entire time he’s interacting with me he will be watching her from across the store, not attempting at all to mask his ogling. there are literally a dozen regular customers who she refuses to serve (she will literally run from the counter when they enter the store) because they cannot keep their comments and their eyes to themselves. no one should ever be made to feel like this at work! we’ve had to completely ban one customer because of the comments he has made to her (and myself) in the past. he even went as far as to wait outside of the store for her one night when she was closing by herself (fortunately her brother was meeting her in the car park). 
the most difficult part about all of this is that i want to be able to tell these creeps to go fuck themselves, but the consequences on my end are dire. watching her smile and be polite to the 45 year old dude who is begging her to go out to dinner with him, knowing that she is screaming inside, is fucking ridiculous.  


- a woman was buying a bottle of vodka for a gift. she bought the bottle and a gift bag and was nearly out of the store when she looked at the gift bag and realised the handle was pink. she rushed back to the counter asking if he had any other gift bags because the present was for a boy and she didn’t want to embarrass him. this was right after christmas so our gift bag supply was pretty much out. i told her no, sorry thats it and she anxiously paced around the counter looking at the other bags (they were all exactly the same) saying, ‘i can’t give a boy a bag with a pink handle!’ while i was literally screaming in my head ‘yes you fucking can!!!’ she ended up returning the bag and putting the bottle in a brown paper bag…

Hit It (Iwaizumi x Reader)

Team: Seijoh

Character: Hajime Iwaizumi

Request: Can I get a nsfw scenario with jealous iwaizumi  thank you! -Anon

Warnings: Language, nsfw

Notes: Click on the top right-hand corner of this post to get the full experience!

I’m sorry this took so long to complete! I’m currently in school so it’s difficult to juggle my priorities around :(

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My Treat | Kim Jongdae

Genre – Fluff

Word Count – 1k

Summary – In which you finally use your much awaited bank card at the place where you usually make a fool of yourself with handheld-cash (you know change and what not), but you seem to face some… “technical difficulties”

Coffee Shop AU

Originally posted by galaxychen

Rushing through the frost-dawned streets, you made your way to the campus café. Your need for caffeine combated your inherited trait of clumsiness as you smoothly sped around students with ten million text notebooks piled in your arms. Coffee wasn’t the only reason you were in a rush though; your best friend’s shift was also around this time and you had quite a lot on your mind on this fine afternoon. With missed assignments, annoying landlords and texts from boys that required decoding, you pushed open the glass door and paced towards the counter. Not paying much attention to who was actually behind the counter, you began to ramble on about your problems as soon as you arrived in front of it. 

“You seriously do not understand how stressful the Chemistry assignment is.  And on top of that, you know who has decided to get a haircut! -and you are not who I thought you were. Hello.” You backtracked; freezing at the sudden realisation that the barista behind the counter was in fact, not your best friend. There stood Kim Jongdae with the classic smirk on his face which made you want to both punch him  in the face and… do other thing to him too. Don’t get me wrong he wasn’t a douche, but you’d like to think being considered the college’s hottest senior would boost a little of his ego. You’d spoken to him on some occasions in class and every time you came here in the evenings. You found him attractive maybe, but that was about it. You still didn’t understand how he was now apparently… the new afternoon shift barista and why your best friend didn’t tell you about it. Oh how you wish you could just disappear right now. Okay talk! He’s staring at you now! Seriously say something! 

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title: good things come in threes

fandom: boku no hero academia

ship: todoiideku

a/n: it was obvious i’d end up writing something like this bc i love this ship. for day five of iida appreciation week!

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“Do you ever look at some people,” Uraraka says, out of the blue, “and think, ‘Wow, what a shame you don’t know you’re dating?’ ”

Everybody in the group seems confused, but then they follow her line of sight to the other end of a classroom. After that, they collectively sigh.

“You mean Todoroki and Midoriya?” Yaoyorozu asks at the same time as Kirishima says, “Midoriya and Iida are oblivious,” and Hagakure mutters, “Iida-kun and Todoroki-kun, huh.”

They gape at each other, shocked, before turning to look at the three in question again, standing by Todoroki’s desk and simply talking. There’s a moment of awkward silence.

“That’s…” Yaoyorozu starts, unsure.

Uraraka nods, as if satisfied. “My point exactly.”

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Rainy days and Tuesdays

Chanyeol wakes up around four in the morning, just like every other morning.

A shadow of an annoying beeping sound still echoes in the drums of his ears even though they got rid of that pesky alarm clock years ago. Both of them deemed it unnecessary to keep one since Chanyeol’s body clock has already been set at the same time. Not only is Chanyeol far more effective but this new arrangement also lessens the chances of mini morning heart attacks.

The rain’s grumbles weakens his will and lulls him back to the comforts of his spit soaked pillow but he sets aside sleep in lieu of blending today’s coffee. And waking up Baekhyun.

Especially waking up Baekhyun

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Positive (An Ezria fanfic + Spencer)

Aria Montgomery and Ezra Fitz have been married for two years.  He proposed on Labor Day in a not-super-sanitary bar called Snookers, but for Aria Montgomery it was perfect. It was them.  He slid her a copy of To Kill A Mockingbird and she found a ring taped to the inside. He didn’t even have to ask, but she patiently waited as he poured his heart out and her eyes filled with tears.  They were married in June, and by July the pair was packing up 3B to move to New York City. They kept Ezra’s apartment, though.  She said it was for when they visited Rosewood, but he knew she couldn’t bear to part with it. And honestly, neither could he.  That was about two years ago.

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shima-fam  asked:

Hey boom, summer sales are here, and I had no idea who to ask. Which dark souls or bloodborne game is the best? what even is the difference between dark souls and bloodborne?? lol HALP

OKAY, SO HERE WE GO.

Personally, I’m a much bigger fan of Bloodborne than I am of Dark Souls. I prefer the fast-paced, counter-based, in-your-face approach that Bloodborne takes with its combat in comparison to Dark Souls, but I also didn’t give Dark Souls much of a chance. 

I fell in love with the art direction and story of Bloodborne way faster than I did with Dark Souls, but the Souls series in general is known for having really vague, piece-it-together-yourself style stories that I didn’t expect to love as much as I do. All in all, it just comes down to personal preferences. Both games are fantastic in their own right, you just gotta look into each and see which one is for you.

Honestly my selling point can be summed up in a quote from myself that I told @castmachine when I started playing it: “I’m sexually attracted to the basic hunter garb. Like, not even the actual hunter himself, just the outfit. I would take that outfit on a date.”

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Let Me Love You // A Beautiful Boy Drabble

WARNING: explicit content. 


“Okay.” Logan stood in front of the bathroom mirror, eyeing her reflection as she shook her hands out. It wasn’t that she was self-conscious, she really wasn’t. But the thing was, she just had a baby ten weeks ago. And Harry hasn’t seen her naked except for during labor which she doesn’t think counts because that’s his job. But this, she thought to herself as she turned to the side, sliding a hand over her not-so-toned stomach, is not his job.

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The List

Title: The List
Characters: Dean x Reader
Summary: The reader finds out that Dean cares for her more than he has lead on and she panics, knowing that love is what gets you killed in this life. So she tries to leave, but not before Dean has anything to say about it. 
Word Count: 3,540
Warnings: none
POV: Readers, 2nd person

From the very first time your fingers curled around the cool metal handle of a shotgun at twelve years old, you had accepted the fate in store for you. You knew, growing up as a hunter, exactly what happened to those who let their guard down, to those who dared to care for others enough to get themselves killed in the process. Your father had molded you well before he died. The possibility of family and friends beyond your own bloodline was not only inconceivable, but undeniably forbidden.

Every person you cared about became a name on a list; a fragile list of people the very things you hunted could use against you in ways you wouldn’t even allow yourself to imagine, a list of people you were terrified to lose, terrified to hurt. The longer the list, the more people you endanger simply by having the misfortune of knowing you.

After your father died, that list had become blank. The emptiness of that list protected you despite being the very thing that tore at the hollow space in your chest until there was nothing but a dull ache where your heart should have been. It was blank for seven years. It gained two names the day you met the Winchesters. Now, that list was your undoing.

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