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Every day, Words With Friends shows me a “match of the day” person they say they hand-picked *just for me*, and want me to play against.

The suggestions are priceless.

First of all, roughly 50% are grandmas.

Another 20% are middleaged guys with sunglasses who reeeaaally like to take selfies in their cars.

#1 looks to be in a driver’s seat, whereas #2 is in a passenger sea– … wait, are they in the same car? 

Are they double-car-sunglasses-selfie buddies?!

I’m not entirely sure what’s happening in this photo… which one’s Jolene? Is she the too-bright one in the foreground with no face?

…also, where on earth are they? Tile floor, some kind of seating, floor-mounted computer kiosk… I’m so confused.

At least this shot makes sense.

These nice people just wanted to take a selfie with the damp pavement outside their house. I mean, hey, we’ve all been there.

At first, I thought the app was just suggesting some guy named Steve, but then I looked at the photo, and – plot twist – it appears Steve might actually be his last name.

This also raises the question of what mother decided to name their kid Tyler Steve.

…and the same goes for the mother that named her son Zyngawf 34260864.

Poor, poor Pippifuzz. They’re just a ghostly outline, doomed forever to haunt the halls of Words With Friends suggestions.

Brandon doesn’t have it much better, seeing as he’s a cloud of mist next to a bridge. At least he has a semi-corporeal body, unlike poor Pippifuzz.


Fred… Fred’s seen some hard times.

…also, yes, the Bumble wants to play Words With Friends with me. I’m flattered.

As does this dog.

As does–…

…wait… Gandalf?

GANDALF!

YOU’RE ALIVE

GANDALF IS ALIVE AND WANTS TO PLAY WORDS WITH FRIENDS WITH ME

Hey There, Cool Rider

Sometimes I creep through the bughead prompts tag, so sue me! 
Warning: full on sexy times ahead. Very sin, much smut.

@xobughead: Betty bonds with Jughead’s dad over fixing his motorcycle. Jughead is surprised and sexiness follows.  


They were trying, and although Jughead didn’t necessarily want to admit it he was enjoying spending time with his dad. It was Betty’s idea to go and see him again together, on more social terms this time. 

“Come on, Juggie,” she pleaded, toying with the collar on his denim jacket. “I’ve never been introduced as anyone’s girlfriend before,” she mumbled shyly, tapping the toe of his boot with the tip of her shoe as she looked down, faint blush dusting her cheekbones. The corners of Jughead’s mouth twitched slightly. It was so adorably normal, what they were doing right now. A girl nervous to meet her boyfriend’s father - the mediocrity of it in amongst all their worries was almost comical. 

“Ok, we’ll go,” he conceded, her bright smile making his defeat completely worth it. “But only for a few minutes,” he warned, fixing her with a not-so-stern stare. She blinked back at him with innocence lacing her eyes, tongue coming out to wet her already glossy lips. 

“Few minutes, got it,” she confirmed unconvincingly. Any protesting groan he was about to emit was swallowed by the firm peck she leaned forward and placed on his lips. He brushed his nose against hers as she pulled away.

“Those are underhanded tactics, Miss Cooper,” he sighed, breath fanning over her flushed face. She only giggled in return, grabbing his hand as they headed towards the trailer park.

“It could be fun!”

***

Fun. It was one of the many words that sprung to mind right now. 

When they’d arrived at the trailer park they found FP outside, bent over a propped up motorcycle, back to them. 

“Hey, Dad,” Jughead called to get his attention. FP jumped in surprise, not expecting to find his son standing inches behind him. His boot knocked the almost empty bottle by his feet, a distinct clang ringing out across the shed. 

“Uh, hey, Jughead,” FP greeted him, taking a small step in front of the bottle as if that would hide what they all already knew was there. His eyes flicked to Betty, her hand wrapped tightly around Jughead’s arm. 

“You remember Betty,” at his pause Betty nudged him gently in the side. “My girlfriend,” he finished somewhat reluctantly, looking down at the stubborn blonde attached to his side with an amused smile and pink cheeks.

“Yeah, of course. Hi, Betty,” FP replied, nodding at her in greeting. 

“Hi, Mr Jones.” A silence commenced between the trio, hints of awkwardness beginning to cloud the edges as it stretched on. “So,” Betty started to ease the tension, “what are you working on?” she asked in her politest parent voice, gesturing with her free hand to the bike behind FP. He glanced back, as if he’d forgotten it was there already. 

“Oh, yeah. Salvaged this thing from a junkyard a few days ago, guy was dropping it off as we got there. Nothing like a free bit of metal,” he joked, his grin looking eerily like his son’s in that moment. Jughead rolled his eyes at his dad’s penchant for a deal. “Trouble is, can’t get her started. Might be a bust,” he lamented, kicking one of the wheels lightly. 

“Well…” Betty hesitated, casting a quick glance to Jughead. “Maybe I could help take a look at it? I help my dad fix up cars sometimes, done a couple of motorcycles too.” The Jones men looked at her in shock. FP nodded, gesturing for her to move forward.

“Be my guest.” Betty slipped her arms out of her light blue sweater as to not get it oily, handing it to Jughead who couldn’t figure out how to close his mouth anymore. The night was unseasonably warm anyway, a light sheen already covering all of their foreheads but now, as Betty moved around the bike checking it over for various issues, a sweat broke out over her chest, dripping down in the valley of her cleavage, now tantalisingly revealed by the white tank top she was only left wearing. Jughead watched the bead roll down, disappearing beneath her shirt. He wanted to follow it with his tongue. 

Betty dropped down, crouching on the balls of her feet as she peered into the mechanics in front of her. Her actions revealed a small strip of skin across her lower back, Jughead taking in a sharp breath through his nose at the flutter that erupted in the pit of his stomach. 

“I wanna check the spark plugs. Hey, could you hand me that, Mr Jones?” she asked, leaning back to point to a tool resting on the workbench by FP’s elbow. Jughead watched as she swiped a hand across her cheek, leaving a black smut of oil to trace it’s path. Jughead had never known he had a thing for girl mechanics before, but he sure as hell knew now. 

“Sure. And please, you can call me FP,” his dad smiled, handing Betty what she needed. Betty flashed him a grin in return, turning back to the task in front of her. Jughead barely registered the sound of his father and his girlfriend chatting amicably about different types of engines, models of car, anything, as they worked together. In the back of his mind, yes, he felt an unfamiliar warmth spreading throughout his body at the sight of the two most important people in his life bonding before him. But, for once in his life, more hormonal urges were clouding his brain. 

“Is the tank full?” Betty asked, bending over to lift the cap, giving Jughead the best view of her perfectly round ass, hugged tightly by her light denim jeans. “The engine’s probably flooded, hold on.” With that, Betty swung her leg over the bike, mounting the seat and placed her hands on the handlebars, her position giving Jughead a front row seat to look straight down her top. He looked away, swallowing with difficulty, moving his hands to hold Betty’s sweater strategically in front of him, feeling a stirring in his jeans, head dizzy from lack of blood. Oh yeah, he was definitely having fun right about now.

Jughead startled at the sound of the engine turning over, before finally roaring to life as Betty sat back with a satisfied grin. 

“Whoa, nice work. Got yourself a keeper here, Jughead,” FP grinned, nudging Jughead’s shoulder playfully as he moved to give Betty a rag to wipe her greasy hands on. 

“Juggie, is everything alright?” Betty asked, brow furrowed in concern as she noticed the slightly strangled look on his face.

“Yeah,” he croaked, stopping to clear his throat, “yeah, it’s just getting kind of late we should probably head back,” he finished, pleading eyes fixing on Betty, hoping she’d get the message. The confusion didn’t vanish but she nodded anyway, clearly sensing something was off. 

“Ok, yeah, sure. It was nice seeing you, FP. Let me know if you need my help with anything in the future,” she said, tapping the seat of the bike as Jughead all but dragged her down the path. 

“Will do. See ya, Betty. Night, Jug!” FP called, a hand raised in goodbye. 

“Yeah, goodnight, Dad,” Jughead replied without turning back. 

“Juggie what is wrong with you? What’s the hurry?” Betty asked as their pace didn’t slow. Jughead waited until they were out of sight to clue her in, pushing her gently against the nearest wall and capturing her lips with his. She squealed in surprise before melting beneath him, hands coming up to the back of his neck, fingers burying themselves in his hair. His hands gripped her hips, dipping beneath her shirt to trace along the smooth skin that had been tempting him all night. 

“God, Betts, do you know how hot that was?” he moaned when they parted, lips not leaving her for long as he trailed his mouth down the side of her neck, leaving a blazing path all the way to her pulse point where he sucked gently. Soft mewls left her mouth as a pretty purple bruise blossomed on her skin, his tongue coming out to sooth the irritation. 

“Tell me,” she whined as he pulled her body flush against his, the telltale sign of his arousal pressing deliciously against her upper thigh. All words left his head as she sucked his bottom lip into her mouth, biting down gently and tugging. 

“The way you looked… riding that bike, all covered in grease and dirty… it was almost too much to handle,” he gasped, chest heaving in time with hers. He pulled back to look at her, eyes wild, hair a mess from running his fingers through it, lips red and swollen. She was the epitome of sin. 

“With the way you dragged us out of there I’d say you didn’t handle it too well,” she smirked, grinding her hips against his teasingly. The noise Jughead let out could only be described as a growl, crushing his lips to hers once more as he tried to wipe the smug look from her face, replacing it with one of need and desperation. His tongue swept across the seam of her lips, looking for entrance which she readily gave, holding her own as they battled for dominance. 

“Juggie…” she rasped as he busied himself with palming at her breast, head coming down to lick the bead of sweat that was running down the dip in her collarbone. 

“Hmm?” he hummed casually against her skin. 

“My…” she paused, struggling to catch her breath as she felt Jughead’s teeth graze against her overly sensitive skin, her familiar aroma of strawberries filling his senses. “My parents aren’t home.” He froze, only the sound of their harsh breathing filling the humid night air. He brought his eyes level to her, pupils blown wide with lust. 

“What are we waiting for?” he asked incredulously. Betty couldn’t help but laugh at how much of a teenage boy he sounded right now, loving how naivety looked on him. He spent too much of his childhood being an adult. She gripped his hand, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips before pulling him home. 

***

They fell through Betty’s bedroom door in a mess of limbs, tripping over each other as they attempted to move while keeping their lips on each other’s skin at all times. Jughead walked them backward, hands cupping Betty’s face until her knees hit the edge of the mattress, sending them both tumbling down. One thigh slipped between both of hers, both of them moaning at the heart-stopping friction it created. 

Betty placed both of her hands on Jughead’s chest, pushing slightly until he raised himself up on his elbows, looking down at her with dark eyes. She took a moment to take him in, cheeks flushed, curl hanging down in front of his eyes as he hovered above her, ready for the taking. She pushed further, leaning up herself until he understood what she wanted, dropping back onto the mattress and gazing up at her with expectant eyes. 

“You said you liked to watch me ride things,” she muttered, voice small as she tried to keep the nervousness out. With that she swung her leg over his hips, settling down over his groin and circling gently, pulling a desperate groan from both of them. 

“I-it’s certainly pleasant,” he stuttered, pushing her hips down harder, worried that she might take the dizzying pressure away from him. She grasped the hem of her top, pulling it quickly over her head, expert fingers reaching round to unclasp her bra and throw the offending items into a heap on the floor. Jughead couldn’t keep his prowling hands away for long, fingers dancing up the tanned skin of her stomach before cupping her breasts gently, squeezing experimentally to find the best way to elicit sweet sounds from her mouth, craving the noises she made under his touch. His thumb brushed over the dark pink peak of her left breast, causing her head to fall back, a low groan travelling up her chest, the vibrations heading straight to his pants, hips bucking upwards. 

He broke contact as she clawed at his shirt, too impatient now to care any for the fabric barrier, nails running down his pecs, his abs, before coming to grip the band of his jeans in a silent question. He nodded, nerves tingling in his every extremity. They’d only done this once before, content to take their time, exploring every inch of one another’s bodies. The first time had been nothing like this, awkward, clumsy, and inexperienced hands fumbling with stuck zippers and uncertain movements. They giggled their way through it, high on the nervousness and newness of it all. But this time there was nothing but heat, a fire igniting in both of them they didn’t quite know they were capable of. 

Before he knew it she was completely naked in front of him, wet slippery heat resting against his abdomen as he kicked his boxers off his ankles.

“Are you sure?” he stopped to ask, always the gentlemen, gesturing to their position. She nodded, biting her lip so enticingly he wasn’t sure how long this was going to last. She rolled the condom on, watching his muscles flex as her small hands brushed teasingly down his dick, sinking down onto him straight after, tight heat the only thing he could feel. A breathy sigh fell from her lips, toes curling at the feeling of being completely filled by him. His hands flexed at her hips, willing her to move but not wanted to push, every muscle in his body coiled like a spring. Slowly she lifted up, slamming back down against his hips with little finesse. 

“Fuck, Betty,” he cursed, a tingle tripping down her spine at his rare use of the cuss. She built up her pace slowly, enjoying the way his mouth dropped open at every roll of her hips as she began clenching in time with her movements. He was completely under her control, all power given to her. She loved being the only one to see him this way, open, vulnerable, and laid bare beneath her. 

He didn’t know how much more of her teasing he could take, bringing one hand up to rub small, quick circles over her delicate bundle of nerves. She stiffened, hips bucking faster instinctively as she barrelled towards her high, dragging him willingly with her. 

“Jug…” she gasped as her thighs tightened, every muscle in her body quivering as she fell over the edge, him following quickly behind as she rode him through it. When she felt as if she couldn’t take another moment she pulled off him, collapsing by his side as he tucked her against him, both trying to get their frenzied breathing under control. They lay there in silence, basking in the afterglow. She lifted a finger to trace patterns over his sweaty skin, locking her legs between his. 

“So,” Jughead began, his words coming out as a sigh, “I’m thinking of getting a motorcycle.” A laugh burst from her lips as she tucked her head into his neck, Jughead unable to contain his own laughter along with her.

“Ok, Juggie.”

anonymous asked:

Maybe for a bbrae idea: raven drives bb out of town for the night. Beast boy instantly thanks it's so she can break up with him privately but really she took him there to make out, you can make it lemony :))

Beast Boy stared blankly at the ceiling. He lay outstretched on his bed, his mind numb as he gazed upward. 

This week had sucked. 

If anyone had asked, and almost everyone had, he was simply tired. It wasn’t a lie per-say; they had just finished a rather busy week, full of late night patrols and constant prison escapes. But it wasn’t exactly the truth either. 

No, what really had his mind in a vice grip was a certain empath, who had seemed far more aloof and withdrawn from him than she had in a very, very long time. 

Beast Boy ran his hand over his face, stifling a groan. What if she was tired of him? It wasn’t that hard to imagine, after all, she was Raven. Pretty. Smart. Powerful. 

And he? Well, he could turn into animals. Not exactly the most interesting thing in the world, especially compared to the impressive array of magic and knowledge Raven possessed. Whatever she’d seen in him, Beast Boy knew not, and he feared her interest had finally run its course. Why else would she be so…distant from him? 

A soft rap caught his attention, and Beast Boy rolled off the bed and stumbled to the door. It slid open with a whoosh, revealing a rather empty hallway. He blinked. Huh? Beast Boy leaned out to glance about, only to find nothing. He shrugged, turning to return to the comfort of his room, when something on the floor caught his gaze. 

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Home Depot Cutie

I was in the men’s room at home depot and saw this young worker come into the men’s room. He was about 24-25, messy brown hair, ripped muscles, and a tight ass. He walked past my stall and took the one directly next to me. He took off his apron and then slowly lowered his pants to his ankles before mounting the seat. 

As he reached for his phone, a loud booming fart rattled the bowl. This was followed by a series of soft farts. He was silent for a few minutes, but then finally got to work. I heard a loud crackling for about 15 seconds. Another minute later, he began crackling again. He went silent again for another short period until he passed some looser shit mixed with gas. All in all, he was on the toilet for about 20 minutes. 

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Young Paralegal Explodes in the Men’s Room

When I was in college, I interned at a law firm in downtown Boston. Everyday, older laywers would come in with their newspapers and blast away for 30 mins in the three stall men’s room. They were completely shameless. It did not matter who was in the room with them, they would let everything out. 

There was however, one young paralegal in his late 20s, named Shawn would was completely ashamed of unburdening himself each day of his pent up load. He would purposely wait for everyone to leave the bathroom before he would let loose. He was a gorgeous surfer type with a chiseled jawline and bulging biceps. Everyday I would sit in there and hope one day he would come in and I would get a show.

My chance finally came one friday morning. On fridays, the office was only partially staffed and it was mainly female secretaries. At about 8:45, I saw Shawn come in, looking very hungover from the nigt before. I watched him sit at his desk and drink his morning coffee. At 10am, his need for the toilet finally came. He quickly glt up and made his way towards the bathroom. I got up and followed him in. When i walked in, he was already latching his stall door shut. He spun around and dropped his pants, his belt clanging onto the floor and mounted the seat. 

For the next 15 mins, we sat there in complete silence. Finally, a rapid series of farts escaped Shawn’s ass and he sighed. He couldn’t hold it any longer. A torrent of liquid and gas rushed from his body. After a few minutes, it died down and he quickly wiped up and raced out of the men’s room. 

I remained in my stall basking in the experience, when suddenly the door flung open and Shawn entered again. This time he did not have the option to try to wait me out. He barely got seated when I heard an explosion come from Shawn’s ass as he once again suffered a liquid blowout. We bth started wiping at the same time and emerged at the sinks together. Shawn wouldn’t look my way and sheepishly washed his hands and left.

This was the first, but not last time I caught Shawn unloading in the men’s room.

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And this is the part where I reveal to everyone the reason why my lair is solely gijinkas: I can’t animal.


The Starwind Caravan has found that oftentimes their carts cannot make their way into more dense settlements and lairs. Thus they have taken to using tamed foo and parda as mounts to carry their wares into these areas while they park their wagons outside of the settlement.

Each merchant works closely with their foo (or parda) to the point where there is a bond between person and mount. As well as carrying goods into towns, the foo also help to pull the carts that each merchant lives in; the carts are enchanted with wind magic to make them light enough despite all of the items inside. The foo also act as partners in battle, should the caravan ever be attacked. The merchants work closely with their mounts to hone fighting techniques while riding. Foo are the preferred mount for those of the clan who are more practiced in close-range combat as their large size makes for powerful bite and claw strikes, though they are considerably slower than their agile parda counterparts.

The saddles used by the caravan are made of lightweight leather and wicker framing. A pillow is used on the seat for added comfort due to the long periods of time spent riding; it is tied securely onto the wicker framing that makes up the back of the seat. The saddles are mounted atop a soft fabric used to cushion the food from the sharper edges of the leather; the fabric is typically sewn in the colors of the caravan, but on occasion a merchant will prefer to use a different color scheme. The caravan’s crest is displayed on the metal badge hanging from the saddle’s chest brace. Extra wicker framing is used at the back of the saddle to provide a place to tie on bags of goods.

In order to steer their mounts, the merchants grip the wicker handle bar at the front of the saddle. This bar is latched onto the saddle inside a loose cap of leather, allowing it to move freely forward, backward, or to the side. In order to steer, a rider will lean on this bar in the direction they wish to travel, their weight demonstrating to the mount which direction to run. This method of steering allows the foo to still utilize its fangs in combat and provide quick, fluid turns when on the move. The weight of a merchant leaning into a turn adds speed.

Pictured is Ennian, the troupe’s beast master, beside her tigerblood foo, Laiktan.

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Received this from Brian last week and thought I’d share it with a greater audience. I don’t think I’d change much at all. Sweet looking Bobber Brian.

I race off-road hare scrambles in the San Francisco area, and when I was recovering from shoulder surgery after a crash, I decided I needed a bike project to keep busy. Was considering a café project, but at almost 6’3”, I decided I needed something a bit larger, and decided on an old school Harley bobber.  

This bike started as a very rough and rusted 96 Harley FatBoy I picked up really cheap. The total rebuild time took five months from tear down to rebuild (and countless Stella Artois), going through all the mechanicals (carb, brakes, hoses, bearings, wiring, etc.), and fabricating many pieces including the forward controls, brake pedal, fender mounts, seat mounts, etc., etc.    

I was going to paint the tank some custom design, but over the weeks and months, just fell in the love with the blue color and decided to keep the tank stock. I painted the rear fender to match the tank, and had it hand striped with a Von Dutch-style old school scroll design. There are other touches, including a Jaguar headlight guard, and lots of black powder coating to contrast the chrome.  I think the pin-up girl on the coil cover helps finish the look.  I have had it running now for a couple of weeks and it certainly turns heads wherever it goes.

Thanks for considering this for your site.  I look at it all the time for inspiration, and it would be very cool to see my bike.

Cheers,
Brian Wick

Thrandiel drabble - “The Secret Heart”

Based on this imagine (X).

Title: The Secret Heart

Word Count: 1100

Pairing: Thranduil x Tauriel (Kili/Tauriel mentioned)

Notes: I struggled with keeping this short! Also, Silmarillion and A Song of Ice and Fire references abound. The only Sindarin word I’ve used here is “Reitho” which is a cry for help. Any and all feedback is welcome, and most definitely appreciated. 

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honestly if any sci-fi movie was to be remastered for the stage it could really be the fifth element?

it’s ridiculous enough for some songs and it doesn’t rely on a lot of impossible-to-duplicate cgi and there are a couple subplots enough to cut out simply for streamlining purposes

like if some of Zorg’s toadies were cut out, then it would be possible for some of Korben’s ptsd backstory to get woven in…

and both projection and individual seat-mounted radios could be worked in too with the President’s communiques and Ruby’s radio show

i mean ffs it even has a built-in intermission! right before there would be the scene where Korben and Leeloo get on the shuttle and then after intermission ushers would accept audiencemembers back into the theater as if they were welcoming them to Fhloston Paradise with the song and the leis and everything else

and then the Diva’s performance scene would be like the chandelier scene in Phantom… amazingly dramatic and climactic and beautiful and all-encompassing of the actual performance space of the theater itself

it would be chaotic and different and amazing and PERFECT

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1 & 2 - Trans. tunnel braces have been re-done to fit around the seat & harness mounts better.. it would have been impossible to get at them otherwise!

3 - The passenger seat mounts will be removable, so that I don’t have to commit to using the same (EXPENSIVE) seat for that side as the driver’s. The counter plates get some weld nuts.

4 & 5 - Drill lots of holes, then tack all the mounts in place.

6 & 7 - Nylon bushes for the upper diff brace.

8 & 9 - Diff brace all tacked together.

10 - I thought I’d better check that the brace comes out before welding everything up. It does! Which is nice.

Realm of Eternity: Part 15

(Read: Part I | II | III | IV | V | VI | VII | VIII | IX | X | XI | XII | XIII | XIV | XVI )

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

The wind gusted through Manon’s hair as she soared over the edge of the Bordano Jungle on Abraxos’s back. The small Crochan Aellai was seated in her mount ahead of her, but she had been blissfully quiet since they’d found the rest of the Thirteen and set off. Manon was not in the mood for chit-chat, not when her mind was distracted with the thought of Dorian. Every bone in her body cried out for her to turn around, don’t leave him. But Aellai had been right–she couldn’t face down the other Crochans without making even more enemies, and she had enough of those to go around right now.

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Been asked what Ive done to my BSA other than all the mechanical stuff so heres some detail pics.

The XB 32 with the handlebars I made.

Rear brake adjustable stop.

Exhaust retainer spring clip.

Stainless steel front mudguard stay.

Rear brake light switch.

Rear mudguard stay.

Seat mounts and brackets.

Self-made side stand.

Battery box clamp and retainer ring.

Underseat rectifier cover is a re-styled perforated alloy box from an Aston Martin.