pound into a pulp

Signs as movie quotes
  • Aries: Sometimes I don't think people realize how lonely it is to be a kid. Like... you don't matter.
  • Taurus: Sweetheart, you can't buy the necessities of life with cookies.
  • Gemini: It's called a sense of humor - you should get one - they're nice.
  • Cancer: If you were happy every day of your life you wouldn't be a human being. You'd be a game-show host.
  • Leo: The night of the fight, you may feel a slight sting. That's pride fucking with you. Fuck pride. Pride only hurts. It never helps. You fight through that shit.
  • Virgo: You can't change who people are without destroying who they were.
  • Libra: If the sky were to suddenly open up... there would be no law... there would be no rule. There would only be you and your memories... the choices you've made and the people you've touched.
  • Scorpio: It's mercy, compassion and forgiveness I lack. Not rationality.
  • Sagittarius: Well, it's a crazy, fucked up world! And we're all just barely floating along, waiting for somebody that can walk on water.
  • Capricorn: You think you're free? I'm free! You don't know what freedom is! I'm free! I can breathe! And you - you're gonna go choke on your average fuckin' mediocre life!
  • Aquarius: One thousand years from now, there won't be any guys and there won't be any girls, just wankers. Sounds all right to me.
  • Pisces: The first time I ever saw a box jellyfish, I was twelve. Our father took us to the Monterey Bay Aquarium. I never forgot what he said... That it was the most deadly creature on earth. To me it was just the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.
Undeniable Heat Chapter 15: Complications

Jensen Ackles x Reader

1500 Words

Chapter Summary: Facing an issue from your past might mess up your relationship with Jensen.

Story Summary: You’ve just gotten a job as one of the makeup artists on the set of Supernatural. Nervous on the first day, you become completely awkward, winning the affection of the divorced Jensen Ackles. You try to fight your desire for him, but he thwarts you at every turn. Will you be able you separate work and play, or will you let Jensen win?

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Author’s Note: There is mentions of abuse in this chapter, and more angst is coming in the next chapter!

“Brad?” You whispered, ready to head back into your trailer and lock the door. Maybe if you did, and closed your eyes he would be gone. It would be one big bad dream. Closing your eyes for a second, you opened them, frustrated and scared to see Brad still on the step. He was looking up at you, a bouquet of flowers in his hands. He hadn’t changed much in the year since you had last seen him. His dark brown, almost black hair, was cut extremely short, his face still a creamy tan with chiseled jaw bones. His dark brown eyes stared up at you, studying you closely. His wide shoulders were encased in a gray long sleeved henley, and he looked exactly the same. And it scared you. “What are you doing here?”

“I had to see you.” He said, his voice still the same, sandpaper gruff voice you remembered. The voice that still occasionally haunted your dreams. “It’s been too long.”

“Not long enough.” You answered, shrinking back from his outstretched hand. He noticed, his brown eyes darkening enough that they almost looked black.

“Y/N, is that anyway to treat your fiancee?” He asked you, his hand clenching into a fist.

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kiwispaz  asked:

Stretch puts suction cups on his ribs where nipples would be. Asks Edge if he thinks it's cold in here.

Stretch leaned against the counter in the kitchen, his hands casually shoved in the pockets of his shorts–since he had currently shed his usual orange hoodie in favor of his black tanktop.

Edge stood beside him, furiously punching tomatoes with his fists to make his sauce.  That was new; usually, he conjured a bone to pound them into pulp.  He must be irritated.

Stretch smirked.  His sucker clicked against his teeth as he shifted it from one side of his mouth to the next.  He expected Edge to acknowledge his presence, but the edgy skeleton was pointedly ignoring him.  

“hey,” Stretch finally drawled, tilting his skull back against the cabinets.  Edge didn’t even grunt in his direction, but Stretch noticed the next punch was more forceful than the others; he was surprised it didn’t crack the counter.  He waited a little longer, the passing moments punctuated by the loud whack/splat combination of bone pummeling ingredients.  A bit of tomato speckled Stretch’s exposed arm.

“hey, edge.”  The other’s eyesockets narrowed even more than usual.  “hey, is it cold in here?”  No response.  More pummeling.  

Whack.  Whack.  

“it feels cold in here to me.”


“c’mon, buddy.  are you givin’ me the cold shoulder? heh.”


Whoops, the counter broke.  Stretch doesn’t even flinch, chuckling instead.  Edge finally whirls around to face him, fury vibrating through his bones.  


Edge’s eyelights shift down to the other’s chest, and Stretch arches his back, his grin turning positively shit-eating.  “were you gonna say shame, edgy?  ‘cause that’s not somethin’ i really have.”

Edge releases an inarticulate scream before picking up the closest thing to him–the skin of a tomato–and chunking it straight at Stretch.  


The prankster leans his head to the right, and the peel slams into the cabinet behind him, slowly sliding down and leaving a streak of red.  

“didn’t mean to get’cha seeing red, pal.”

And then Stretch winks and teleports away to the sounds of Edge destroying the kitchen.

( @messedupessy​  I immediately thought of you.  xP )

I was really inspired after reading @beta-19‘s origin story for her Scrappy Morty (go check it out!), so did some fanart of him. The poor thing ends up cycling through like five Ricks and just needs a hug so badly… but is also capable of pounding your face into a pulp if pushed.

It was so much fun doing this! Got to test out some new Photoshop brushes and just tried not to worry too much about being neat :) And it’s always fun to do colourful alien planets.

robinasnyder  asked:

The someonecares story hit me real hard. Oh boy! I have so many things I want to knos. First is does any Jedi (especially the council) tell Qui-Gon off for babying obi-wan? And does Qui-Gon ever get mad at people for things they haven't done yet? Like just viciously kicking dooku's ass around the training rooms for going sith when he hasn't yet? (It just occured to me that might seem kinda darkside to people, both the attachment and the weird bursts of anger). Anyway, thank you!

Its a slippery slope.

Qui-Gon has to remind himself that these are not the people who committed the acts, not yet. He has to grasp himself by the neck in the salle and not pound Yan into a pulp the few times he’s there long enough for them to spar.

Meditation is needed during those times and he lets go of his rage and grasps the calmness instead. But he makes sure to reach out and asses him for how grey the other has become. He will not hesitate on the day Yan shows signs of Falling, no…

He still remembers the desolate expression on Obi-Wan’s face, all alone as he was on Tatooine.

Yan Dooku was not the only perpetrator, but he is the one Qui-Gon usually meets and sees.

Not that he’s always happy with Yoda and he makes sure that is well known this time around, that the master meddles to much in things he shouldn’t and that the Order has become much to political. He’s starting to wedge a gap between himself and Mace because of his rather loud opinions.

“Master, is it wise to argue with Council member Windu?” Qui-Gon tilted his head and looked down at the slight shape beside him, smiling slightly at him while resting an affectionate hand on his padawan’s shoulder as Mace marched away.

“Someone has to remind them that the Order is not suppose to be a political body. We are the Order of the Jedi, we are suppose to be neutral. Yet we involve ourselves in the politic of the Republic?” Qui-Gon shook his head and squeezed the boys shoulder, tugging him along. “No, that does not match the original intent of the Jedi.”

He didn’t bother to keep his voice low as he continued on wards towards the salle with Obi-Wan, he wasn’t shy about his opinion and knew that if the Jedi order was to survive, then they would have to start now to separate themselves from the political climate of the Republic.

Obi-Wan mulled over that before looking up at his master. “I guess. But master, aren’t we suppose to protect the Republic?”

Now Qui-Gon had to walk a careful line. “Of course. But getting mired into the political options is not our best course of action. We are more liable to end up being sent where the Senate tells us to go instead of where we are needed. People need us, not the Senate. We serve the Republic by negotiation peace and prosper trade.”

He kept his tone light on purpose as he was quite aware of ears listening in on them.

He didn’t want to be expelled for heresy after all.

No, it was best to be patient, take it as slow as he could.

If he could just get some to listen to his opinions then…

Hmmn, years in the future.

As it was, he had a padawan to train who needed him.

He smiled down at Obi-Wan who was still mulling over what he had been told.

Good, he wanted Obi-Wan to form his own opinions based on the information he was given. Though Qui-Gon was going to give him a lot more information to work with this time around and some of it would not be easy for the other to swallow, he knew that.

But the future that awaited if he didn’t…

Force, Qui-Gon wondered where Shmi was right about now.

If he knew…

He didn’t think she had arrived on Tatooine yet. And Anakin wasn’t even close to being born yet.

Perhaps he could try a discreet check in a few years.

But until then he had a padawan who needed him.

Qui-Gon chuckled a bit. “Alright then Obi-Wan, lets get started on those techniques Tahl showed you. I know you’re itching to try them.” He teased lightly, grinning when Obi-Wan’s eyes instantly lit up in interest.

Force, please let him do right by the boy this time.

Affectionate head pats, shoulder and back touches were never lacking this time around though hugs were kept to the privacy of their quarters. He didn’t need the Council breathing down his neck about coddling his padawan.

‘As if, Obi-Wan asks for more and harder every time I try to go easy on him. And he brings back good grades, never slipping his assignments.’ Qui-Gon thought in amusement as he adjusted the boys position. ‘He’s going to be just as great a Jedi as last time…but lets hope I’ll be there in the flesh to see it.’

Ignoring the whispering he could hear through the open salle door, his own name mentioned, Qui-Gon focused on Obi-Wan, giving his padawan the attention he deserved and needed.

Champagne and Dancing

Dick Grayson X Reader

Notes: Soul Mark Universe, where the first words spoken to you by your soul-mate appear in a random spot on your body, on your sixteenth birthday.

Words: 1132

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

You watch them dance from the main table. They’re both dressed to the nines, Dick in his tux, and Charlotte in her flower girl dress. She’s standing on top of what have to be shoes that cost more than your car payment, as Dick glides her around the floor.

          Your eyes never leave them, even when Luke slides into the chair next to you. He wraps an arm around your shoulders and asks, “Are you happy?”

          You finally turn to him and say, “I keep expecting to wake up. That this entire thing is a dream. Corny I know, but still.”

          Luke grins and gives you a side hug, “It’s supposed to be this way. Happy, with your  kid, and your soulmate.”

          You kiss your older brother’s cheek, “Thanks for being their Luke, I don’t know what Charlotte and I would have done if it wasn’t for you.”

          “You’re my baby sister, I’ll always be there for ya kid. Never doubt that.”

          “I won’t.”

          There’s a moment of silence before he asks, “Do you need me right now because there’s this girl I met in the buffet line earlier …”

          You laugh, “Go on.”

          He does, leaving you to your thoughts as the song ends. You turn back to the dance floor to see Dick swing Charlotte into his arms and approach the table. You grin as Dick slides back into his designated chair, before passing Charlotte to you. You take her and hug her close before asking, “Did you have fun, Snooks?”

          She grins, “Uh huh, Daddy really knows how to dance.”

          You and Dick both freeze at that word, and you can tell from how wide Dick’s eyes are, that this is the first time she’s said it to him. Charlotte seems to pick up on it instantly, “Am I not allowed to call you Daddy yet? I thought once you were married, that Dick was my daddy, like Mama is my mommy.”

          You recover quickly saying, “You know, that sounds like strong logic to me, what do you think Dick?”

          He smiles, “I think that, that title is right up there with husband and soulmate.”

          Charlotte smiles before holding her arms out to Dick who takes her back and hugs her. Then she’s sliding down and racing off to join Dick’s sister Faith on the dance floor. He turns to you and asks, “Are you okay with this?”

          You lean forward and kiss him, when you pull back you say, “Richard Grayson, as far as I am concerned you are her father. And as soon as the adoption papers go through, everyone will think that.”

          He takes your hand and leads you onto the dance floor, where Charlotte and Faith are dancing with Jason’s little boy, Lincoln. You smile as Dick twirls you around the floor, and you can’t help but think, that things don’t get better than this.

          Eight hours and a bottle of champagne later finds you alone with Dick in a hotel room. You’re curled against his chest, his fingers drawing patterns against the bare skin of your back when he says, “I love you so much.”

          You kiss his shoulder and say, “I love you more.”

          He grins, “That is not possible Mrs. Grayson.”

          You laugh at the name and say, “You know, I actually kind of like that. Say it again.”

          He grins, before leaning down and kissing you, “Your wish is my command Mrs. Grayson.”

          You smile and cup his face with one hand and say, “My only wish, Mr. Grayson, is that you, Charlotte and I can live the rest of our lives, peacefully, and happily, with you and I staying madly in love for the rest of eternity.”

          He leans in to kiss you, and whispers, “Your wish is my command.” Before kissing you. The two of you fall asleep that night tangled together, in blissful love. You don’t wake up until the next morning when the phone starts ringing.

          You face is buried in Dick’s chest, and you mumble, “Did we ask for wake up service?”

          He grunts something before one of his arms flail out to grab the phone. He picks it up with a grunted, “What?” before he shoots up in bed.

          You’re immediately awake, as you watch horror take over his face. He slowly sets the phone down, before he turns to you and says perhaps the worst sentence you’ve ever heard, “We have to get back to Gotham. Charlotte’s been kidnapped.”  

          You almost swear that your heart stops, as Dick pulls you in close. You don’t even realize that tears are falling until he wipes them away and finally gains your attention. The first thing you notice is that he’s serious. The easy going Dick Grayson that you’re used to has given way to over a decade of training. “I need you to get dressed. Bruce has the jet coming to get us, but we have to move quick, the first twenty-four hours are crucial.”

          You nod, and do your best to stop the tears as you pull out jeans from your suitcase. Dick is already dressed and ready to go while you’re still pulling on your sneakers. You grab your purse and the two of you are out the door.

          You make it to the private airport where you’re forced to wait for Bruce’s jet. You can’t sit still so you pace. You can feel Dick’s eyes on you while you walk back and forth before you just stop. You turn to him and he moves to you. His arms wrap around you, and his scent surrounds you, and you feel the tears come.

          He just holds you closer, and instead of making shushing sounds he tells you to let it all out, to not keep anything in. When the sobs finally stop wracking your body, he pushes your hair back from your face and says, “Y/N look at me.” You do, and he looks you in the eyes and says, “No one is going to hurt her.”

          Your  voice is raw, “You don’t know that.”

          He nods, “Yes I do. She’s under Wayne protection, that means she’s worth a lot more alive and unharmed. Bruce and my brothers are already searching for clues, as to how the hell whoever did this got into the manor. The list of people capable is very, very short. We will find them, we will rescue our little girl, and I will then proceed to pound them into a pulp for daring to touch one hair on our little girl’s head. They will become a cautionary tale.”

          In that moment you see every ounce of love that Dick Grayson has for you and for your daughter. And in that moment you cling to every ounce of strength he’s willing to share.

Resistances and Dalliances

Chapter 14: Lightning Rod

“Glad you all made it! Now let’s talk about Firaan,” Ryder said, looking at a sight that made her feel as though the universe was right again: her whole team back on the Tempest, with Evfra at her side, no less.

“It is good to be back,” Jaal said with a smile; he looked a little worse for ware, but not enough to worry her.

“I was worried there wouldn’t be anywhere to come back to, from the news I heard,” Vetra said, running her hand along the table edge unconsciously.

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Don’t Fear the Reaper Chapter 26: Together

Sam Winchester x Reader

1500 Words

Chapter Summary: The main showdown at Stull Cemetery

Story Summary:  You are a reaper, actually one of Death’s favorites.  You’ve been following the story of the Winchesters for a while, staying out of sight, never letting them see you. You slowly fall in love with Sam, even though he doesn’t know you exist. But that all changes one day. Set in Season 5

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

You looked over at Dean in shock, as the music pounded through the speakers. The road jarred you, and you had to hold on to the arm rest as you looked ahead. And what you saw had your jaw tensing, ready to fight for Sam, no matter the consequences. Sam, or Lucifer who was wearing Sam, was standing with his legs spread wide. His hands were at his side as he watched Dean driving up, his gaze one of wonder and boredom. Michael, who had shown up in Adam’s body, who you had found out was their brother, stood on the other side, staring at you also.

It looked like you had surprised them, stopping them before they had started. Dean shut the engine off, shrugging his shoulders at you. “What the hell.” He said, before climbing out of the car. Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath, before opening your door and stepping out. Crossing to the front of the Impala, you stood  next to Dean as both Lucifer and Michael strode forward a little.

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I actually forgot to come up with a title for this one and scheduled it anyway. OOPS.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Word Count: 2,676
Summary: You can sleep through anything, literally anything, except for the banging of your neighbour’s pipes when they decide to shower at three in the morning. You decide to say something, and well, it doesn’t necessarily go as planned.
Warnings: language, alcohol, Steve Rogers in only a towel
Author’s Note: This is based on the prompt: I SWEAR to GOD if I hear you showering at THREE IN THE MORNING again, I will seriously fight you, the pipes in this building are RIGHT above my bedroom, WHY are you taking showers at THREE AM. As always, it’s for @rogersxbarnesx who can see herself dreaming about the Avengers fighting crime in terrycloth.

Originally posted by heartfulloffandoms

You’re usually a heavy sleeper. You’ve slept through thunderstorms, house parties, neighbours yelling at all hours of the night, and even a tornado that one time. You’ve slept through screaming babies on airplanes and your old roommate’s extremely loud sex noises. You pride yourself on being able to sleep through anything, but you can’t sleep through this. You can’t sleep through these fucking pipes.

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i ache:
there’s this emptiness
without teeth gnawing
where i was glued together
i am coming apart

i ache:
there’s this loneliness
i can’t seem to place
all i know
my heart and my mind
its petty punches
around the hollows of my body
i am pounded pulp

i ache:
there’s this overwhelming urge
to cry
to open lakes and dams
flood all my river valleys
until i am no more
i swim limbless

i don’t know where it is but i ache.
nobody’s home and i ache.

i ache, love.

i ache.
j. p. berame // psychosomosis (no. 050816)
Until Then drabble

The tides were flowing about, more violent than usual, an aftereffect of Moon being pissed with the humans.

The Solar Gods could feel it in their hearts as well- Moon’s rage was radiant, evolving and effecting them all.
It was a gift that they had. But most claimed it was a curse to everyone Moon was around.

“What the hell are we supposed to do?” Mars grumbled, arms crossed. “It’s so fuckin boring, all we do is wait around for some star to come…”

“Patience, my fiery friend,” Moon hushed, turning around, their cape flowing along ominously, moondust falling onto the marble floors. “With this star, I am capable of delivering a message to Aversa.”

“Why couldn’t you use it to grant a wish, or something?” Saturn suggested, playing around with a little statue of herself.

“I would, but that would be a little unfair to the other side.” Moon answered, sitting down on their chair.

They were on the moon, in Moon’s temple that was adorned with silk, marble and star dust.

Everyone who was here- Mars, Saturn, Pluto and Moon, excluding Aversa, whomst was busy doing whatever they did.

“How odd,” Mars commented. “The Moon I know would never pass up a chance to win so easily.”
Moon tilted their head, smiling mischeviously. “I have a trick up my sleeve, Mars. Surely you knew that,” They replied. “But dearest Pluto knows me. I crave blood, I crave vengeance on the humans whom had turned all of my friends, my lovers, against me.”

“Well, that’s true, I guess,” Pluto finally spoke. They weren’t the type to make their presence known, as they were mostly observing.

“Besides, wouldn’t pounding them all to a pulp sound fun, mm Mars?” Moon simpered, smiling playfully.
“I suppose. They are quite annoying, with their loud mouths.” Mars responded.

“But don’t we all never shut up?” Saturn laughed. “They inherited an attribute of ours, being able to talk, and frankly, that is very stupid.”

“Which is why the star can be of use to us. Aversa is able to give us information, seeing as they existed far longer than any of us and is the holder of time itself.” Moon stated, boredly glancing at the dark empty sky.

The stars were missing. None of them could be found.
That’s because Moon foolishly gave them away to their beloveds, Sun and Ocean.
They had no idea what they both done with them.

Without stars, they could not do anything.

It was pure hope, of trying to find a misled star.

Hours had passed and the Solar Gods had fallen asleep.
Moon was monitoring them, and their dreams.

But then, a faint light struck across the sky, slow.

It was small. Faint.

Moon’s eyes widened, upon realizing that faint glow.

“Could it be…?” Moon quickly rose, running out of the temple, rising up to catch it in their hands.
@phovol i prob portrayed you wrong, sorryyyy ;v;
A/N: its shitty but rhap liked it,, so,,