BSS is dead

Trent and Angela had just been through a gruelling match with Will Ospreay and Bea Priestley which they won. Trent grabbed Angela and softly kissed her head.
“Love you, bunny” He sighed into her hair.
They were going to leave the ring when seemingly out of nowhere Pete’s theme hit and you and Pete sauntered down the ring, smilling at them. Pete hugged Trent and you did the same with Angela.
“Congrats, guys.” Pete said with gritted teeth. He nodded at you. This signalled your attack. You stomped, kicked, punched and ripped at Angela. Whilst Pete did the same with Trent. Tyler ran down towards the ring to try and stop you from going any further. The boos echoed around the ring. You didn’t care. You attacked Tyler giving him a sit-out piledriver directly on his head. He rolled out of the ring and groaned in pain.
You gradually stood up as Tyler did get some offence, until Pete ripped him off you in anger. Pete lifted you the rest of the way up. As soon as you were up, you were pulled into a feverish kiss from the “Brusierweight” and tongues were everywhere. Hands in each others hair, pulling. As soon as Pete let go put still holding you securely around his waist he grabbed a mic. “British Strong Style is dead”

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i mean both are good? maybe depending on the situation. i can see needing soulless murder izsak a lot tbh…

if anyone pisses you off soulless murder izsak is here

otherwise i will narrate magnus bane sauntering around your place in a blood red and burgundy ensemble with his eyes unglamored, his shirt unbuttoned to below his sternum, chest covered in necklaces, casually using magic to turn on some music and pursing his lips together, turning on his heel and asking you for a cup of tea. at his feet? beowoof who is eagerly sniffing the floor and everything you own, leaving trails of inky black smoke off of his body, snuffling at magnus’s thigh and whining for treats

cant-stop-the-jellyfish  asked:

How many snakes are in Medusa's hair

No idea, but it’d be dank if instead of snake hair she had shake hair and you could just saunter up and slurp some vanilla shake from the top of her head before she turned you to stone.


“In fact, what happened was Harrison and I both began to drink and at some point early on I said, “Do you want to see me do an imitation of you?” Harrison didn’t walk, he swaggered, like John Wayne in slow motion – taking his seemingly bad attitude for a walk. To depict this, I moved out of sight and after a moment reappeared, strolling as he strolled, sauntering my way into whatever fresh hell I found myself. I’d become him, disenchanted Lord Ford, master of all he surveyed. I hadn’t looked at Harrison yet to see how my portrayal of him was going over – too busy appearing indifferent and impatient with my surroundings. As I continued to portray his inner monologue, I finally let at least one of my eyes slide wearily to his face and saw that he was not only laughing, he was laughing that silent and hard laugh reserved for true enthusiasm. Almost 40 years later, I still think of it as one of the greater moments of my life.”

So all these ACOWAR theories and fics - where Rhys swoops into the Spring Court and is like, “Hello, Feyre darling, my High Lady of the Night Court,” and Feyre saunters over to him and just leaves Tamlin in the dust - are great and all, but do you know what I want? For Rhys not to show up for whatever reason. For him to just tell her - through the bond, a magic piece of paper, whatever - it’s time, wreck havoc, please come back home as soon as you can. I want Feyre on her own - no Mor, no Az, no Cassian, no Amren, and no Rhys - up against Tamlin on his own. I want Feyre to have a nearly villain-esque monologue where she explains everything that’s happened, all the information she’s stolen from his mind and passed on to the Night Court, all the ways she’s sabotaged for the Spring Court etc. I want Tamlin to first be confused, then in denial, then hurt, then angry and nearly … mocking? “If you’re Lady of the Night Court, where’s your army? Where are the people ready to break in and rescue you? Where’s your High Lord?” And Feyre just smiles all evilly and goes, “I’m High Lady of the Night Court. I don’t need rescuing.”

After which she proceeds to royally kick his ass.

So Allura has a major crush on Shiro, right? And she finally decides it’s time to make her move.

The only problem is she has no idea how humans court?? So she thinks about it, tries to figure out if she should ask Coran if he knows anything, and then it hits her.

So she saunters up to Shiro, raises one eyebrow, and says, in the smoothest voice she can muster, “You’ve activated my particle barrier.”

Called Out (Part 6)

Summary: Bucky has been crushing on you for a while now, but he refuses to say anything. That is, until he butt-dials you and leaves a voicemail that records a very compromising conversation.

Word Count: 921

Warnings: None.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

A/N: Soooo, let me know what you all think haha. 

Originally posted by coporolight

Laurie remained at the tower for the rest of the day. Steve raised a brow at you as she walked into the living room whilst you and Steve were about to watch a movie together. She plopped down next to you and grinned.

“Mind if I join?” she asked, cheerfully.

You shot her a wide grin that you hoped wouldn’t reveal that you were just about to attack her. “Absolutely not. The more, the merrier!” you piped up. You heard Steve snort next to you and jabbed your elbow into his side.

Halfway through the movie, Bucky came sauntering into the room and sat between you and Laurie, shooting you a smile as he brought her closer to him, his arm firmly wrapped around her waist. You shot him a grin of your own before turning back to the screen. Steve watched all of this with raised eyebrows and pursed lips.

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u know what i love about qrow??? he’s so extra. 

  • he spells out SNOBS in the WOR
  • his entire argument with james was basically “im ozpins favourite i do what i want”
  • teasing his scythe in the winter fight and then doing the asshole “come get me” hand gesture as well as that shit-eating face
  • pretends to be attacking james during the v3 finale for the pure fucking fun of it
  • casually saunters to his weapon during the LIFE OR DEATH tyrian fight 
  •  ends the episode on “what’s your favourite fairy tale?” like an asshole instead of saying “you’ve dismembered two people and remember the silver eyes power??? they’re after you for both of those things”

like he’s the biggest fucking drama queen im in love

What's up I'm an Assassin.

the teifling mage is being held captive in a cave system by dwarf mage and the party is attempting to rescue her.

Paladin: Hey! Could you let the teifling go?!?!

Dwarf: How the fuck did you get in here?

Paladin: 😐 I came through the window.

Rouge: *sauntering up* What’s up. (attempts to be non threatening, rolls a nat 1)

Dwarf: (that’s totally a fucking assassin)

Rouge, OOC: Hey, what’s up? I’m an assassin.


She stepped through the diner doors, and I knew I was a goner. She had said that she had an errand to run, but I had no idea what she could possibly have to do that didn’t involve us. We always stuck together. The minute she walked through the doors, I understood.

“Oh boy,” I mumbled as I eyed her sauntering toward the table.

“What?” Sam questioned, turning his head in her direction.

“Whoa,” he mumbled as she approached the table.

“Sootch your bootch, Dean bean,” she laughed at me as she moved to sit beside me in the booth. I didn’t move.

“Dude,” she gestured, waving her hands so that I would scoot over. When I didn’t move she laughed. “Dean, pick your damn jaw up off the floor and scoot your ass over.”

I blinked rapidly and smiled, moving slightly to make room for her.

“Its just you look,” my breath caught in my throat as she turned to look at me with a smile.

“I look what, Dean? Like a girl?” she deadpanned, a look spreading across her face that said I was an absolute idiot.

I chuckled at that. I loved her sarcasm.

I narrowed my eyes at her, thinking before I spoke. “You look beautiful,” I breathed, reaching out to run my fingers through her freshly cut Y/C/H hair.

She tossed her head back in laughter. “It’s just a hair cut dude!” she exclaimed with a smirk.

“Its not just that,” I mumbled. When I started to pull her face to mine, her smile fell and her eyes darted to my lips.

Her eyes shot up to meet mine, full of questions, right as my lips met hers. Her eyebrows shot up in surprise at first then her hand landed on my thigh and her other hand gripped my wrist holding her face as she deepened the kiss.

She pulled away with a laugh. “All that because of a haircut?”

I smiled brightly as I brushed her short hair out of her beautiful face. “No. But it did make me realize that I’m tired of you not being mine. You take my breath away woman,” I said with a shaky breath.

“And apparently your words,” she laughed.

“Shut up,” I smiled, kissing her again.

“Maybe I should go run errands more often, eh Winchester?” she teased, her fingers slipping into my hair.

“You can do whatever the hell you want sweetheart as long as you’ll be mind at the end of it all?” I asked, a bit of fear slipping throw my typically tough facade.

Her face moved closer to mine, her lips just grazing mine, her nose brushing against mine. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to hear that from you, Dean. Say it again,” she whispered.

“You’re mine,” I growled, my hand landing on her neck and pulling her lips to mine again in a passionate kiss.

When we were both breathless she rested her forehead against mine and whispered, “I always was, Winchester. I was just waiting for you to see it too.”

Career Counseling: Sirius Black

(( OOC: Text and plot taken from chapter 68 of “We Were Infinite” by the amazing @captofthesswolfstar :) )) 

Minerva didn’t think she would ever be so pleased to see the cocky grin on Sirius Black’s face as he entered her office. 

It seemed that most of her students were becoming more and more pessimistic about the future as the day went on, but Sirius sauntered into the room looking as confident as ever.

Sirius: *smirks and pulls out the chair* 

McGonagall: … And you think it would be fun to continue in your training as a pair?

McGonagall: *quirks an eyebrow at him* 

Sirius: *attempts to unclench his fists, suddenly self-conscious*

McGonagall: And it also means listening to authority.

McGonagall: … but it would be a matter of life and death as an Auror.

Sirius: *glares, attempting to read McGonagall’s expression* 

McGonagall: I just want you to be prepared for what will be asked of you if you pursue this career. It’s not about whether or not I think you’re skilled enough, you most certainly are.

McGonagall: *slowly puts Sirius’s file away, listening intently* 

Sirius: *takes a deep breath* I don’t want people to hear my name and think of me as nothing but another status obsessed pureblood, elbows deep in the dark arts…

Sirius: *growls* This bloody caste system… 

To Be Continued


Pairing: Barry Allen x reader

Warnings: Cursing, inappropriate themes

Prompt: “I platonically want to have sex with you—no big deal.”

“Hey, could you run these up to Barry for me?” Joe, your partner of 5 months asked. You were a transferred detective from Keystone who came to Central City looking for adventure. Boy, did you get one. After accidentally walking in on Barry using his powers you found out he was not only super attractive but also a superhero. You may have a crush on him.

“Yeah, sure.” You take the files and run up the stairs to his lab. You knock on the door frame which draws his attention to you. When he sees you his face lights up as you start to saunter over to him. You hand him the file and he thanks you. You sit on his desk with your feet swinging down. “How’d your date with that one chick go?”

“Fine, I guess.” You squint your eyes skeptically.

“Okay so you called a date fine, then added I guess, indicating it was not fine.” He sighs.

“I just— I mean not to be conceited, I just feel like all she wanted me for was my looks.”

“Ooh. What’d she say to indicate this?”

“Just— she um, she kept on making references to, uh, doing the deed?” You started laughing. You couldn’t help it. Barry Allen was the only man to ever pass up a purely platonic sexual relationship. “What’s so funny?”

“She wanted to bang you dude, you gave that up because she liked the way you looked?”

“Well— when you put it like that.” He huffed and slumped in his chair. “I just wanted something more with her than just… Sex. But clearly that’s all she wanted.”

“You know, you are the only man I have met to pass up sex. I mean there have to be hundreds of girls who want to fuck you cuz your hot and you pass it up because you want a relationship. I just find that hard to believe.” You shrug your shoulders and hop off the desk, fully prepared to go back to work.

“(Y/n).” You turn around as acknowledgment. “Did you just call me hot?” He’s smirking as he says it.

“Mhm. Hell, I’d bang you.” He looked surprised.


“I platonically want to have sex with you—no big deal.” Then you turned and walked out leaving him confused on what your friendship really was.


Five days later, you haven’t talked to Barry. You and Joe got swamped with CCPD work, and Barry with Flash work. Things started to slow down so Joe invited you to dinner with Iris and Barry to thank you for the hard work. Of course you said yes.

You weren’t really worried about seeing Barry after your confession. He could ignore it completely, or he could pick up the subtle-not so subtle- offer.

You walked up the sidewalk to Joe and Barry’s house and rang the doorbell. When the door opened you were greeted by the West daughter, who had seen you less than Barry had.

When you walked in you noticed Barry on the couch chewing nervously on his lip.

“Hey, Iris.” You whispered to the brunette. “What’s up with Sonic?”

“He’s been super nervous ever since this morning. I dunno why though. He won’t budge when I ask.” She shrugs her shoulders and walks to the kitchen to help her dad. You decide to follow.


Later, after Barry sets up the table you all sit down and start eating. You, Iris, and Joe make polite conversation, while Barry stays quite and picks at his food.

“Hey Barr. What’s up with you? Why are you so quiet?” Iris asks.

“Huh? N-nothing’s up, I mean it’s not like anything happened— pfft what happened? Nothing.” He’s looking around frantically while talking and then when done he stuffs his face. Iris huffs with annoyance and Joe is on the break of laughing.

“Barry. Why are you acting weird?” Joe asks smiling and chuckling.

“What–I always act weird.”

“Weirder than usual.” You say trying to help. He looks at you and opens his mouth and closes it quickly then goes back to eating his food fast so he didn’t have to talk. “Okay, weirdo. So, Iris, how’s work?”


Later on in the dinner, you suddenly feel a hand on your inner thigh. You look at the source of the hand, whom was Barry, quietly eating his food. Acting like he’s not touching dangerously close to your lady parts. You put your hand over his and start to move it a little bit closer but stop when it’s just before your hip. You see him smirk out of the corner of your eye.


“Hey Joe, where’s your restroom?” You ask Joe close to the end of the night.

“Upstairs, second door to the right.” You mumble a thank you and stand to go to the restroom.

Once out of the bathroom, you see Barry resting against the opposite wall, resting. You smile then smirk.

“I think you and I both know, that I know the reason you’re acting weird.” He chuckles lightly then pushes himself off the wall, slowly walking over to you looking at you like you’re his prey.

“Oh really? Maybe because you confessed you thought I was hot. Maybe because you said you want to have sex with me. Maybe because ever since I’ve been having dreams about you and me… together. Maybe because all I can think about is you.” He’s now so close to you he’s trapped you between him and the wall. He tilts his head to hover over your lips and then grabs your hips and pulls you close. You put your hands on his arms and close your eyes, waiting. When still nothing happens you nudge his nose with yours. “Or… Maybe it’s something entirely different.” He walks away, leaving you breathless.


Later you take all the dishes into the kitchen alone. You start to wash when you hear footsteps.

“You wash, I dry?” Barry asks you innocently.

“No. I’m mad at you.” He smirks smugly and dries the dishes you hand him.

“And whys that?”

“You know exactly why.” He puts down the dishes then looks at you. You’ve already dropped everything and you’re looking at him.

“Maybe because—”

“Don’t start.” You grab a fistful of his shirt and forcefully kiss him. He returns with exactly the same force. You only break away when you hear a loud crash In the doorway.



Drabble Prompt: “Can you struggle a little? I feel like you’re taking this way too calmly and I’m worried.“

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Requested by: @torn-and-frayed

“Happy Birthday, sexy!” Your boyfriend exclaims when he saunters into your best friend’s house.

“Thanks, sexy!” You sass jumping up, wrapping your arms and legs around the insanely gorgeous man.

“You made it.” You whisper into his ear sounding muffled.

“Of course I made it, gorgeous. I would never miss this.” He whispers back leaning his forehead on yours.

“Ok ok. There’s other people here, you fuckers!” Jared cracks making you bury your face into Jensen’s neck, trying to hide flushed cheeks.

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The Ways We Say I Love You

(based loosely off of this beautiful piece of art by UpTheHill)

In the mornings, the sun rays hitting your pale skin, the way you’d slowly saunter towards me, bending over and observing me, as if you were trying to remember every possible detail as quickly as you can. You think I’m asleep, but I’m not. I see the little flutters of your eyelashes, the small little freckle on your face that you always try to glamour before going out, the way your pale blonde hair sticks out in a very un-Malfoy-ish fashion after you’ve just woken up. The way you’d slowly maneuver your lips over mine, straddling my hips, ghosting your warm lips over mine as you whisper silently, “Time to wake up sleepyhead.” The way you’d threaten me, while smiling lightly, to hit me with the pillow you held in your hands if I didn’t get up soon. The way I’d flip you over and you’d start giggling as if it was the funniest thing ever as I’d pin you down and kiss you. The way you’d lead me slowly into the kitchen, your sweatpants hanging low on your hips, giving me a glimpse of last night’s adventure. The way you’d sit me down on the breakfast counter, giving me pancakes and a warm cup of coffee. The way you’d giggle over the useless things I’d tell you as we sat there, submerging ourselves in the worlds in each other’s eyes. The way you’d play with my fingers, tracing the small calluses on my hand and the scars from school, nodding along to my half-hearted explanations as our hearts beat in sync. The way you make my heart flutter just by looking at me, the way your breath hitches when you see me enter a room. 

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Supercorp Headcannon: Kara Danvers lazily making breakfast on a Saturday morning. She’s wearing a robe and remnants of Lena’s lipstick smeared across her neck. Kara smiles to herself as she flips an omelette. Alex knocks on the door but opens it almost immediately anyway. Kara is startled because she was so *distracted* by thoughts of Lena she didn’t even hear her sister walk up to the apartment. Kara greets her sister and is a goddamn awkward mess. She stumbles into the living room and is smiling too big and Alex knows something is up. Of course, Lena saunters into the room at that moment. Lena is disheveled and is looking thoroughly fucked after the morning round of Supercorp Sinning™. If Alex didn’t understand what was happening before, she certainly notices how Lena is wearing an oversized National City University t shirt and it is in no way covering the fingerprint bruises on Lena’s thighs. Alex’s eyes are almost bulging out of her head and Kara is redder than the tomato she added to her long forgotten omelette. Kara cannot remember how to speak in anything other than squeaks and garbled nonsense and Alex takes that as her cue to silently turn around and walk out. Alex hears Lena cackle as she quickly shuts her sister’s door. 


victuuri week | day seven: mythos. in which persephone, enthralled by hades’ eros, vaguely saunters to the underworld on his own volition.

some headcanons for this au: (1) yuuri has watched viktor bring light, life, and beauty wherever he goes; (2) they meet at a banquet, where yuuri is exceedingly drunk and begs for viktor to marry him; (3) viktor slips into the underworld without demeter noticing, and there he gets to know the lonely ruler of the underworld.