she will be the ultimate winner

Forgiven

Pairing: Ivar x Reader
Summary: Reader belongs to Ivar but at night he belongs to her.
Warnings: HOLY SHIT SO NSFW, swearing, submission, praise!kink, explicit
Length: super long!!
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I walked up to the flowering altar, with my hands on my hips, admiring it at first and just the sight of it brought back memories. Ivar and I had been married no more than a few months now, wedded in the same exact spot in the woods.

I smiled, reaching out to touch it and started remembering how handsome he looked, his hair slicked back and resting nicely. His skin aglow from the setting sun, his tunic a strong blue to match his beautiful eyes. Bjorn had helped him find the right angle for his stool while Floki held him up on his back, waiting patiently.

The way my love looked sitting there on his stool when the drums had started, I recalled it clearly, the way he turned his whole body to see me, the sun hitting his face perfectly. How tightly he was holding and then wringing his hands, fidgeting nervously. The stunned smile when he finally saw me for the first time that day, holding an array of foliage in my hands as I made my way towards him.

My smile grew even more when I turned around and saw Ivar was sitting on a well made chair then, brought out special for him so he could watch his older brother be married up close. I walked up to him and smoothed down his hair, tucking it behind one of his ears. He lightly slapped my hand away with a smirk and raked his fingers through it, as if I had messed it up.

I raised an eyebrow, giving him a warning look and instead was about to talk to one of the other Shield-maidens joining the foray, when he caught my wrist and pulled me to sit side-ways in his lap. He cupped my face and kissed me as softly as only Ivar could imagine.

“I would behave myself if I were you, Ivar. You are playing a dangerous game.” I said lowly, nipping at his ear lobe. We were still newlyweds, nothing or no one bothered us. They all knew how in love we were with each other, getting caught fooling around wasn’t that abnormal in the slightest.

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Rant Time.

Like Detox, I have had it. 

Officially.

I’ve always been aware of the double standards between how the RuPaul’s Drag Race fandom treats the White queens as opposed to the Black queens.

However, it wasn’t until this current season that I’ve really noticed how blatant and unapologetic the fandom’s racism has gotten. And, as a Black viewer, I just can’t sit here and let this bullshit go unchecked.

The constant discrediting and invalidation of Shea Coulee (even Peppermint to some extent) has gotten out of hand. Do you not realize that Shea has won FOUR (Not one. Not two. Not three. But four.) challenges and has gotten three highs? Now, I thought Sasha was going to win last week, and expressed my slight disappointment, but congratulated Shea in the process. Meanwhile, some of y’all were completely shitting on Shea, totally forgetting (or ignoring) from the fact that she pulled out THREE sickening looks, worthy of the win.

Even Sasha, the sweetest Russian egg on Earth, had to check y’all asses on Twitter.

Want a reminder?

Last week, I thought it was ridiculous. But now, as I am writing this rant at 2 AM, this has already left the “ridiculous” category and went right into the hateful and anti-black category. 

Some of you have REALLY tried it tonight. And I knew I had to write about it after I saw a very offensive, disgusting comment today. It went along the lines of: “This is a drag competition … not a ‘who’s the most from Africa’ competition.” 

Really?

So, you really think that blackness is the ultimate factor for how to win RuPaul’s Drag Race?

Just because Bob won last year?

Sure. Don’t count Raja, Sharon Needles, Chad Michaels, Jinkx Monsoon, Bianca Del Rio, Violet Chachki, and Alaska. 

The aforementioned winners won because they earned it. They had the charisma, uniqueness, nerve and talent needed to snatch the crown. I think C.U.N.T., not black skin, is the ultimate factor you need to have in order to win Drag Race.

Shea Coulee has the C.U.N.T. to win. And y’all know that. That’s why some of you feel so spooked that you feel as though you have to lash out and let your true racist colors come out.

You don’t have to worship Shea. Likewise, you don’t have to think that she is the best contender for the crown (as you have the right to like whomever you want). But do not belittle her hard work and talent just because you don’t want her to be on the level of your White Fave. 

Rant done.

National Superhero Day - Avengers x Reader

Words: 1799
Pairing: Avengers x Reader
Featuring: Steve, Pietro, Wanda, Tony, Clint, Sam, Natasha, Bucky
Warnings: swearing
Summary: On National Superhero Day, the city of New York parties the hardest to thank the heroes that are home to their state and city. You decide you need to do a party hop to helo celebrate with all these festivites going on that involve you helping save the world…but at the third party, there is a karaoke battle.
Requested by anon mixed with my own ideas
I think tumblr ate my request, so if you get this twice pls ignore this. :P Avengers karaoke night! Nat, Sam, and Reader are in an intense battle for first place. 🎤 thanks!
Authors Note:  Happy national superhero day! Technically, where I am, it isn’t anymore, but i know other places it still is. I had a lot of fun with this one, I’ve missed writing random, funny things xD
Songs mentioned:
Life of the Party - All Time Low
Bad Blood - Taylor Swift
Superhero - 5 Seconds Of Summer (but in here let’s pretend there is a studio version)
Bang Bang - Jessie J (w/ Ariana Grande and Nicki Minaj)

Avengers / Full Masterlist

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"Steve! Tony! Pietro! Wanda!” You yelled when you ran into the common room to find the four sitting and watching TV.

“What’s up, (Y/N)?” Steve asked.

You had too much energy to sit down, which happened a lot. Your abilities to control electricity helped with your energy, meaning you always had a surplus of energy, and barely ever slept. “Do you know what today is?” You jumped up and down, electricity practically coming out of your fingers from excitement.

“The twenty-eighth of April?” Pietro asked.

“Yes!” You pointed to him with a smile. “Anyone know why it’s so special?” You bounced on the balls of your feet.

Tony raised an eyebrow. “You look like you’re going to explode…this hasn’t happened since you saw a dog on the street two weeks ago. Why is today so special?”

“It’s national superhero day!” You squealed and put your hand up in the air, a bolt of electricity escaping your hand and caused a light to fall. “Oops…”

The four chuckled a bit. “I got it,” Wanda said and moved her hands around to put the light back on the ceiling.

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DAY 3352

Jalsa, Mumbai                   June ½,  2017                Thu/Fri 12:33 AM






So just because it rains unexpectedly does not mean that the leakages shall bear up to the waterproofing .. they do not .. and the conventional utensils come out from their cupboards of confinement and find their way to the source of the glory that farmers wait so patiently for ..


Timely unpreparedness can cause immense humiliation and embarrassment to the being .. nature beats all .. after years of thousand years traces of moisture are reliably learnt to have been seen on the moon .. it is quite possible that it too faced embarrassment - the Moon I mean - and in its power of galactic powers, pushed those unwanted elements earthwards .. and here we are in the middle of the night searching and rushing about towels in hand blocking the breaches .. !!



In hindsight though, it turns a lesson to them that have worked and shall continue to work, on the roofs of the property, embalm them with waterproofing elements of chemistry, till the test of time either accepts or defeats them ..

We hope for the latter ..


“the time has come, to give an answer” …’jawab dene ka samay aa gaya hai’ !!

KBC .. has gracefully agreed to reappear and in doing so has coerced me into recording the Registration Questions for the contest to be on air by August-September .. !! This year … !!

KBC .. the winner from its beginnings .. to me at least .. to mingle with them that come with ambition and desire .. with hope and will .. with the dream of its true coming .. and of course the ultimate desire of spending those hours at the Hot Seat, with complete strangers .. who by the time it ends become your dearest fiends ..

May the fruits of friendships grow .. may the winner be ecstatic .. may he or she be deserving .. and above all, may the wishes of they that come, be delivered in a bounty ..

My love and my wish ..



Amitabh Bachchan

Day Fifty-Seven

-I was thoroughly underwhelmed and relieved by the amount of customers we had last night when we opened the doors. Unfortunately, the real Black Friday shoppers apparently decided to wait until today to come in en masse, and it was more terrifying than I had ever imagined. Thankfully this did not stop Cat Lady from coming in four separate times during my shift without making a single purchase.

-A woman attempted to specify to me which items she wanted a gift receipt for. I would ask, “All of it?” She would reply, “No, just these,” gesturing to everything. This cycle went on for an entire minute at which point we finally reached the understanding that she did in fact want a gift receipt for everything.

-A gaggle of elderly guests shouted from a location I could not determine, repeating, “Excuse me. Excuse me.” in what was simultaneously a whisper and a shout. While it may be later than they would have hoped, I would now like to formally excuse them from all that they could have been asking for.

-Far too many people have come through the store treating Black Friday as a sport, seeing who can sacrifice the most manners to attain the most savings. The winner is whoever spends the least money while purchasing the most stuff. The loser, their cashiers.

-An older woman purchased $150 of Pokemon cards, but at no point did she mention any gift receipts or anything about presents at all. I hope this means that she is working her way towards being the best that there ever was and establishing that Pokemon trainers can, in fact, age past ten years.

-A woman in her sixties purchased Cards Against Humanity along with several expansions. Whether she is entirely unaware of what the game holds in store for her or entirely aware of what is to come, I want nothing more out of my life than to be the Czar.

-The only genuine winners of Black Friday are the two amazingly polite dads who came through with their toddlers in hand, boasting to each other of how much they saved on their kitchen appliances.

-I watched on in confusion and terror as a woman deliberately passed up dozens of smaller bills, one at a time, to ultimately draw out a $100 bill to pay for her $11 purchase. If her goal was to prove herself the highest of rollers in the store at the time, she accomplished this with flair.

-A sweet old woman entered my lane, a mysteriously goatee-shaped bandaid on her chin, pristine white gloves on her hands, a gray sweater with the hood altered to function as a cape perfecting her ensemble. I want her to adopt me as soon as we can both fit it into our schedule, or at least sign her as my fashion consultant and see if I can commission a cape-hooded hoodie from her.

-I handed a young girl the book she had so eagerly purchased. She excitedly took it and ran to the end of the lane as her parents continued the transaction and began to read the story aloud to all within earshot. She spun the tale of the two kittens with such passion that I was left wanting more than another chapter as the family left the store.

-I was greeted by a mother-daughter shopping duo who had also come through my lane the previous night. They were passionate about their savings, but equally concerned with my well-being and lack of sleep. If I had the energy, I would have wept a single tear as they walked away, leaving me behind to watch the closest things I had to friends in this shift attain the freedom I so dearly desired.

-”You have incredible hair,” a bald man told me wistfully, eyeing my unreasonably thick brown mop. The sadness in his eyes made me consider cutting off a lock to hand to him, but I thought better of it, lest we enter a giving-a-mouse-a-cookie style scenario.

-An elderly woman placed her bills down on the conveyor belt one by one to count them out. I picked them up as she placed down the first couple to ensure they were not swept under the belt. I gestured for her to place them in my hand rather than on the moving surface. Instead, she took this as a challenge, throwing her money across the counter, avoiding my hand as best as she could, cackling to herself as I made a mad dash to pick up each. I never expected this sort of chaotic evil to come from such a frail body, but I have learned my lesson. I will never underestimate a potential nemesis again.

-As I was walking towards the guest services counter, I passed a shrieking baby and a mother desperate to soothe him. I happened to have a strip of stickers in my pocket and, before thinking about it, swooped in to hand them to the child. They immediately ceased the crying and the mother shouted her thanks as I walked away. I am now a gracious sticker fairy and I will pursue this new path wholeheartedly.

-The information that I used to work at Forever 21 has leaked to the management, and I became the subject of a battle between a front end manager and a soft lines manager. I believe soft lines won out in the end and I may have been brought into a new line of work.

-A father attempted to heckle me, asking if I would accept his Kohl’s cash. I turned the tables on the man, telling him that I would gladly take it, but it would not lower his total at all. His family found this hilarious, laughing at him uproariously as he pouted to himself after being roasted so severely. Let this be a lesson to all cashier-hecklers: we are doing our best and our jobs are hard enough and some of us cope with humor and sometimes you will get brutally burned.

Right after the third debate. Everyone knew she killed it. Even Donald. Remember he tore the paper off his desk? Someone needs to gif that shit. Hillary walked to the crowd with dominance. One-on-one you can’t beat her. She was ready to do another 90 minutes. The ultimate debater. The pro on that stage. Even Putin hated and had a vendetta against Hillary Rodham Clinton. Everyone says Hillary has a presence you don’t ignore. Even Donald was intimidated. No one denies she’s smart. Brilliant. Was going for round 2. Popular vote winner. The People’s President.

It’s RIGGED!

A/N: A piece where Spencer, Emily, JJ, Penelope, Morgan, Hotch and Rossi are taking turns playing Super Smash Brothers for the Wii U. Despite his genius, Spencer is not good. Also, this is placed before we learn of Rossi’s video gaming skills. :D @coveofmemories @sexualemobitch @jamiemelyn @unstoppableangel8 @iammostdefinitelyonfire26 @rmmalta

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“This game is rigged! It’s fucking rigged!” Reid screamed as he threw the controller up in the air and got up. For a man who kept his cool under the worst of situations, he was getting really and truly angry. Garcia was too for that matter. The two members of the BAU you wouldn’t expect to get angry over Super Smash Brothers, were the ones absolutely losing their shit. 

Granted, this was fun. The team rarely had a day off, but what was more fun was watching their two sweet friends losing their minds over a video game. “This game is rigged!” Reid screamed again. Emily and JJ were rolling around laughing, while Hotch and Rossi just smirked at the absurdity of it all. Angrily, he grabbed a drink from the refrigerator in Rossi’s house before sitting back on the couch behind the rest of the team, fuming. 

Garcia sat down next to him. “There’s a bug in the game or something,” she said, conveniently missing the fact that she and Reid both sucked at video games in general.

“For two geniuses, I find it hysterical that neither of you are good at this game,” Hotch said, as Morgan passed the controller to him after losing to Emily. 

Reid was tempted to keep his mouth shut, but then he figured ‘fuck it,’ they weren’t in the office and Hotch wasn’t his boss right now. “I will kill you in your sleep.”

“What was that?” Hotch asked jokingly. “What did you just say to your boss?” Turning around to face Reid, he couldn’t keep a straight face.

Reid pushed off the couch to lean up and right into Hotch’s face. “I will kill you in your sleep. You’re not my boss right now.” He giggled and fell back into the couch, pissy that he couldn’t beat his friends at any video game ever, while Garcia got up to maker herself a drink.

The entire time they’d been playing so far, Rossi had just been sitting on the sidelines enjoying the spectacle and nursing a scotch. “My turn,” he said, giving Hotch the ‘gimme’ motion and sitting back in his chair with the controller lazily placed in his lap. “Get ready to get schooled, children.” He’d had just enough scotch that he felt in the zone. “I’m of course using Link.”

“Do you play this a lot?” Emily asked. “You have a player you always use?”

“Yes, Link. I’m about to kick your ass, Emily Prentiss. I’d get ready.”

Silence fell over the crowd as Emily picked the same character she’d been playing with the entire time - Pikachu. “Ready, old man?”

“Did you just call me old?” Rossi said sitting up in a competitive stance. “Now you should really get ready to get your ass kicked.”

As the stage started, they seemed evenly matched, but it became evident pretty quickly that Rossi had logged in some serious hours playing video games in general. His fingers danced delicately over the controller. Before, Emily had been button-mashing with the best of them and had beaten, Spencer, JJ, Garcia, and Hotch,; she still hadn’t gone up against Morgan yet; and yet Rossi was here handily kicking her ass. 

One by one her lives blew up off screen. “Dammit, Rossi! How often do you play this?”

“I bought the machine the day it came out and sat here with a bottle of scotch and played for about eight hours. I use it to decompress at the end of a bad day.”

Morgan piped up from the kitchen where he’d gone to make his own drink. “We have a lot of bad days.”

“Exactly,” Rossi replied, never once taking his eyes off the screen. “So I’ve played a lot, which is why I am winning.” Just as he finished his sentence, Emily lost her last life and Rossi triumphantly pumped his hands in the air, walking toward the bathroom without only one thought. “You all better step up your game because I’m going to play the champion.”

Rossi had without a doubt proven that he was not only a master profiler, but a master video gamer too. Again, Reid and Garcia went against each other in a match. Reid one the match, but then lost to JJ. JJ played Hotch and he won, and then he played Emily and she won. The semifinals consisted of Emily against Morgan. Then the champion would play Rossi for the ultimate winner. 

“Emily, stop spamming the Pikachu power!” Morgan screamed. Garcia had been angry she sucked at video games, but she couldn’t stay mad hearing her big, tough chocolate thunder talking about “Pika power” as he continued to call it.

With a grin, she turned to the side. “You mean this? My lightning bolt?! Never!” Emily was the queen of button-mashing and as talented as Morgan was with King DeDeDe, he stood no chance against Emily. “Good, I get to redeem myself from before,” she said as Morgan grouchily handed the controller back over to Rossi. 

Emily braced herself, ready for a battle to the death, while Rossi sunk lazily back into his chair and took another sip of scotch before the match started. “Five stock?” he asked.

“You even know that stock means lives,” Emily replied, astonished that the eldest member of their team was a fan of video games. “Yes, five stock. Bring it.”

Emily was getting better. She fucked Rossi over once fairly quickly, but then he killed her twice just as quickly. Again, she pushed him off the edge of the cliff. They each had three left. “Stop button-mashing!” Rossi yelled. “Put some skill into it for fuck’s sake!”

“Language, Rossi!”

“I’m Italian! This is our way, I just tamp it down at work!” Everyone was having a much better time watching than actually playing, especially seeing Rossi all riled up. “Have some skill! Have some pride!”

“Never! Fear my thunderbolt!” It was too much fun to spam to not spam the thunderbolt with Pikachu. Two lives a piece to go. The Emily only had one.

“It’s down to the wire!” Reid screamed, his arms still crossed over his chest as he pushed himself forward to see the screen a bit better. “Bets on who wins? I’ve got Rossi for 20 bucks!”

“Hey!” Emily screamed. “Traitor!”

“Sorry,” he laughed. ‘I’m going with the track record.”

“I’ve got Emily,” JJ said.

Garcia piped up. “Me too! Emily for the win!”

“Sorry Emily,” Morgan said. “I’ve got Rossi. Hotch?”

“I’m not getting in the middle of this,” he laughed, taking some side eye from Rossi. “Okay, maybe Rossi…sorry Emily.”

“Dammit! You’re all traitors!”

JJ and Garcia screamed simultaneously. “Hey!”

“Except you two!”

In the midst of her screaming, Emily lost her footing in the game and lost her last life. “Dammit! Fuck! Dammit!” She raged and threw the controller back towards Garcia and Reid. “He’s right!” She pointed at Reid. “This game is rigged!”

The Only One — Part 2

Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Bakusquad

Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou

Other Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Canon and Post-canon Timeline, Aftermath of Trauma, Bed-Sharing, Jealousy, Demisexual Bakugou, Panic Attacks, Discussions of Sexuality, Mentions of Homophobia

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Something changes after that night. He doesn’t know what it is, but Kirishima has become altered. Bakugou can’t stop staring at him in class. He finds himself searching for red hair in the lunch room, waiting for him to take the spot beside him. Kirishima throws an arm around his shoulders and his heartbeat leaps.

The first time, it’s no big deal, because he doesn’t know it’s Kirishima. It’s when the fucker decides to approach him from behind, grabbing his arm when Bakugou isn’t aware he’s there. He jerks away from Kirishima’s touch with a snarl, skin flushing and then going cold. The reaction makes Kirishima droop, a wilting flower, and then Bakugou’s chest is twisting. So he growls and plants his elbows on his desk and says, “Make sure I can see you next time.”

From then on, Kirishima makes sure he always knows before he touches him. He’s considerate like that, complying with requests the instant someone says a word. Kaminari and Sero take it as an invite to start poking at him from behind and laugh when Bakugou bursts explosions in their faces.

“Guys,” Kirishima smiles, placing a hand on Bakugou’s shoulder to lean over him, “he really doesn’t like it.” There’s a little bit of extra emphasis to get the meaning across. Bakugou prickles, but doesn’t say a word, only scowls at the mumbled apologies it gets him.

It catches on quick. Soon enough, the entire class seems to know. They stop coming up behind him. They stop surprising him. An entire week goes by and not once does his palm prickle with the urge to detonate.

So it seems like the problem is solved. As long as he sees people before they touch him, it’s fine. Only when it’s Kirishima, regardless of how much warning he gets, he always finds his heartbeat quickening.

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Floreal

So Have some lil Floreal HCs.

Floreal and Grantaire met during Grantaire’s fuckboi phase and she will hold that over him until he literally drops off the face of the earth.

So when they are hitting on her and she’s like f a m I’m not interested in you he is all mopey and “women amirite” (a la R’s Floreal speech in the brick).

Like a coupla weeks later R sees her walking around with like brand new expensive jewellery and goes up to her like “oh did you find someone richer??” and shes like “yeah dude. My GIRLFRIEND happens to be rich and kind and lovely” 

Suddenly Grantaire is like “OH FUCK YOU’RE A LESBIAN OH GOD IM SO SORRY IM THE WORST.” And really it was a turning point in their life. Floreal is standing there in front of them looking butch a f like “hold on you didn’t know???? Oh my god I thought you were just an asshole.” 

Grantaire admits that he definitely was an asshole but not AS MUCH of an asshole as Floreal thought. They decide to talk it out over a platonic coffee.

Over the weeks they get to know each other Grantaire has a fuckin overhaul on the personality front and slamdunks his fuckboi past into the nearest bin.

Floreal introduces them to her gf. Grantaire takes one look at her and KnowsTM that girl is gonna own a massive chain of businesses and is intimidated but ultimately in complete awe. 

Floreal’s gf is High Femme and talks about her tiny butch gf like she is the most beautiful tree in the whole forest and constantly refers to Floreal jokingly as her “trophy gf bc I’m a winner”

❤️ WINNER WINNER WINNER WINNER ❤️

By a freakin OVERWHELMING majority, Amber Benson’s adorable kitty picture has been named the ultimate profile pic! Congrats to her face for looking like that because there were only like four total votes against it in the whole competition.

Thank you to everyone who voted, and to those who voted every round, I see you and I love you and you are wonderful!!! ❤️❤️❤️

tea time ! 

so cbs apparently recorded the jury’s thots post-sierra vote out and here’s what they basically said:

hali - leaning towards voting for aubry as the winner. she’s fascinated by her approach to the game and how she handles herself socially and strategically. acknowledges that sarah is playing well, but ultimately her vote will go to whomever does the most w/ the cards they’re dealt.

debbie - upset that sierra got booted, but she feels inclined to root for the remaining girls, specifically andrea. her vid is less than 40 seconds so thats all she had to say #god bless

zeke - being ugly and rooting for sarah and brad. rolled my eyes for the entire minute and a half he talks. he spoke positively abt aubry and michaela as well, negatively about troy, and didnt mention cirie and andrea at all (bitter mayhaps.)

ozzy - woke legend w good opinions and an accurate perception of this game! wig! he stans andrea and cirie, but thinks they’d both snip the other before ftc. he def thinks they’re playing the best/are the best players in this group of people

anonymous asked:

So Amon and Akira are slowly and begrudgingly having their views on ghouls changed, right? Imagine them stumbling across orphan ghoul children every now and then and just. Heck. They can't leave them there to become super angry and gleefully murderous ghouls or die on the streets. And that's how Touka eventually becomes accustomed to strange children being dumped on her at random intervals.

Several blocks away from the cafe, Amon began to wonder if he was a coward. Ok, he began to actually admit to himself that he was a coward (a gigantic man-baby, in fact). He was totally running away.

Akira’s recovery was…terrifying. He had wanted her to wake up so badly at first that he never considered what it would be like to actually talk to her (even though he’d been dreaming about it for years). Somewhere along the line, it seemed as if he had forgotten who Akira really was (resilient, pragmatic, warmer than he deserved, and unwilling to have her heart broken more than once) and he was ashamed.

Lost in thought, Amon took several turns too many, doubling back on himself and pacing the neighborhood like a creep. As luck would have it, he’d done this multiple times over the past week. People were getting a bit sketched out.

So sketched out that a pack of ghoul children, “The Rainbow Allegiance of Justice”, decided to make him their mark. They’d been following him all day. He hadn’t noticed, though everyone else in the neighbourhood had. No one was surprised (except Amon), when one of the masked kids yelled,

“You’re under arrest!”

And tackled his leg. The other children soon joined in with battle cries of their own. Confused, yet sturdy, Amon simply stood there and stared at the pile forming on his legs.

“What is going on?”

He asked, shaking his leg as delicately as possible in an attempt to remove the kids. Their leader, the one who had tried to ‘arrest’ him, cried out,

“You’re a suspicious person! Suspicious people need to go to…go to…j…”

Stupidly, Amon filled in for him,

“Jail.”

And the child officer just…lit up. Oh no (he was charmed).

Soon the area around :Re was no longer just filled with the scampering of the Rainbow Allegiance of Justice. Now if one listened closely they could hear Amon caving into the demands of children, allowing himself to be ‘arrested’ time and again, and (to the mass amusement of everyone in earshot) lecturing them on proper investigative procedure.

The more that he taught them, the more that the kids demanded he come back. Soon, 90% of Amon’s time was spent out on the streets and a mere 10% in :Re. He still spent time there, though, so his new proteges quickly tracked him down.

He was so proud of them (their stalking was adorably bad).

The proprietress, Touka Kirishima, was less proud. She told his little squad that stalking was a crime and that they’d have to arrest themselves. Then she kicked them out…

Though she told them they could come back at another time (softy).


It happened so slowly that Akira didn’t realize it at first. Hinami took her out to see the neighbourhood kids three times a week. She would play with them for awhile, teach them how to read, and then she would go back to :Re. Their interactions were minimal.

Nothing at all, really.

However, when she was sad they began to bring her gifts. Interesting rocks (’Gems!’ they’d insist about even remotely sparkly stones), flowers, the occasional weed…

And frogs.

The thing was, Akira used to be an expert frog-catcher as a child. The best there ever was (she had composed a theme song for herself long ago). She simply had to pass on her knowledge - it would’ve been terrible not to.

Suddenly, their interactions weren’t so minor. Akira had been dubbed ‘The Frog Queen’ and the children would bow or curtsy when she came by. Their catches become more and more varied (different species, bigger frogs, MORE frogs).

Then, the day came that Akira had a cold and couldn’t go out to meet them. So they came in to meet her.

With their frogs.

Free in the cafe.

Touka was furious (though she didn’t punish the kids…softy).


It was inevitable that the two groups of ghoul children would meet. They both hung around the cafe. They were around the same age, from the same area, and generally came for the same things. Those similarities eventually lead to arguments about who had the better teacher - Amon’s investigators or Akira’s frog-catchers.

Since kids will be kids, this turned into an all out frog-catching competition. Amon’s little team thought that their newfound investigative skills should give them an edge. Akira’s kids were more than happy to kick their asses.

The end result?

More frogs in :Re.

This time Touka yelled at all of them. She gave them all (Amon and Akira included) time-outs as well.

It was ultimately decided that Touka was the winner.


Since his crew of children had newfound respect for Akira and Touka, Amon found himself with some spare time. Spare time meant that he managed to dig himself into a concerned hole over whether or not Kaneki and the rest of them were truly safe here. He couldn’t resist doing regular patrols.

There was a kid he kept coming across on his patrols. Never in the same place, never any better fed, never in different clothes…he was obviously homeless. Amon understood completely (images of orphans and just scraping by coming to mind).

Touka wouldn’t mind one more kid, right?

Since she was their leader (after a fashion…she ran the cafe they were all hiding in and she definitely made more choices than Kaneki) she would be the one making the decision, right?

He tried telling her as much (thinking back on it, that was clearly a bad idea). Her response was simply,

“Congratulations. You’re a father.”

He had to thank his lucky stars that Akira was equally incapable of leaving this kid to his own devices, or Amon would wind up being a father-figure (an idea that terrified him more than he could say).  However, he also wished he had’ve seen her caring for the foreshadowing it really was.

There wasn’t only one homeless ghoul child, after all.

The kid Akira took in was an angry little spitfire that she convinced to move in via a game of wits. She never told anyone what gamble she had the kid going on, but it was obvious that she cheated. Repeatedly. Intentionally.

She purposefully pissed the kid off enough that he came to learn from her at :Re (how she knew he would never move in otherwise was beyond Amon).

To his horror, Amon had to watch as Akira tried to pass the kid off to Touka for some proper mothering (the idea of being a mother scared Akira more than she could say). He couldn’t look away (like watching a traffic accident) as Touka grinned and said,

“Congratulations. You’re a mother.”

Nino Appreciation Week - Day 2: Hero/Villain - “My Hero”

(Also on AO3 / fanfiction.net )

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This is a companion to my ML Reveal Week Fic “Stay”, but it can be read as a stand alone piece.


Nino despised Akumas with all his heart. He despised Hawk Moth too, but that coward never had the balls to come out and play with Ladybug and Chat Noir, sending innocent cannon fodder instead. And as innocent as the akumatized fellows were underneath (Nino should know best, he had been one of the first), outside they were outright dangerous. Lethally so.

It seemed that just during his collège years he had already seen enough akuma activity for a lifetime, but year after year new villains hit and he always ended up in front of a tv watching the development and biting his nails.

And he was sitting there again and gnawing at what was left of his nails. Because just a few weeks earlier the fight Ladybug and Chat had been leading had suddenly become personal. Now it wasn’t just a spotted heroine bravely soaring through Paris skyline in the company of a black feline. Now it was his wife and his best friend risking their lives on a daily basis.

Sometimes Nino wished he could go back to not knowing, so that he wouldn’t have to think about Amélie and Adèle every time Chat got smashed into a brick wall or about his poor heart when Ladybug went one-on-one with yet another monstrosity. He hadn’t sign up for that. Nuh-uh. He married a talented and brave woman, sure, but he hadn’t know she was that brave.

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August Fluff Month - Day 18: Gaming

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Adrien had been preparing for months. He had trained hard, and trained in secret in order to succeed, and it was time to put to the test whether his skills had improved. The couch had been cleared, snacks put on the table, lights dimmed, and controllers charged and ready. Tonight, was the night.

“Marinette!” he hollered into the home. She popped her head out from around the corner, having not been very far away. In fact, she had been trailing about him all day, wondering what he was up to.

“Yes?”

“I challenge you to a battle of wits! Perseverance! Ambition! Strength! And power!” He was being amusingly histrionic, posing at every word. Marinette held back a giggle and tried to take him as seriously as he hoped.

“And what does this battle entail?” she asked.

“A fight to the death!” Adrien held up the game case. “Ultimate Mecha Strike IV!” Marinette screamed in excitement and ran up to take a look at the game.

“Oh my gosh! You bought it!”

“And I’ve been training. I shall prevail!” Plopping down onto the couch, he grabbed his controller and patted on the space next to him. His girlfriend joined him.

“What are the stakes?”

“Loser has to give the winner a massage.”

“You’re on.”

~ML~

“This is so not fair.”

“They were your rules.”

“But I practiced…”

“And your massages are getting better every time.”

Adrien was pouting. He was pouting and providing Marinette an excellent shoulder massage. A part of her wanted to lord her winnings over him for just a little bit longer, but a bigger part of her wanted to smother him in affection. She turned around and gave a swift kiss on the lips before wrapping her arm around his shoulders.

“Would you like some cookies, chaton?” The smiled creeping up behind his pout could not be concealed.

“Yes please.

anonymous asked:

Nastia Liukin, Rebecca Bross, Katelyn Ohashi

Nastia - Like her or not, Nastia is an icon for USA Gymnastics. She delivered some amazing results and had an elite career that spanned nearly a decade. In 2008 I think she was definitely in Shawn’s shadow, but I feel like it is pretty clear that she was the rightful AA winner. She had the competition of her life that night and brought that Nastia grace and perfection. Also fun fact, while I was checking how many Worlds medals she has (9), I noticed that she only has gold and silver Worlds medals.

Katelyn - You know what I actually would have loved? A beam lineup with both Nastia and Katelyn. That would have been so beautiful. It’s hard to think of a lot of “could have beens” with Katelyn. Ultimately though Katelyn has achieved so much. She is one of those gymnasts who remind you that World/Olympic accolades really aren’t the be all and end all of gymnastics.

Rebecca - Sure, I could talk all day about how sad her career was near the end, but it was also so positive. Whether you even liked her gymnastics or not (she was never one of my faves) it was still easy to appreciate her commitment and work ethic. Did she go out the way any of us wanted/imagined, of course not. But she went out in the most Becca way, by fighting. I always thought the video of Marta crying after her bars routine at trials proved just how special Rebecca was. Y’all know Marta isn’t gonna waste her tears on just anybody.

let it be known that I, Maddie, have conceded and give full victory to Shar aka @ebenroot, who fought a valiant battle in three rounds of kahoot. She is the true winner, she always has been the true winner, she is ultimate Yuuri stan number one, I am so lucky to be her kohai, ebenroot sensei you are amazing~~~~~~~~~~ AKJFHDFHKHFFHFKSHD

anonymous asked:

Could you give your thoughts or predictions for Money In The Bank?

i don’t know if you mean just the ladder matches or the whole card but i’ll do the whole card anyway, bold for who i’m thinking will win, italics for who i want to win

  • the hype bros. vs the colóns (predict: IF the hype bros. don’t win, zack turns on mojo)
  • the new day vs the usos
  • kevin owens vs aj styles vs (or) baron corbin vs sami zayn vs dolph ziggler vs (or) shinsuke nakamura (predict: aj still never got a single’s rematch for the wwe title, so there’s that. baron seems to be on the up and up on smackdown, but i’m not sure if his feud with sami is finished, he may not win if it isn’t. shinsuke is the ultimate wildcard in this match, it seems obvious for to win, but being as how he’s only debuted on the main roster recently and he had the momentum build going into this at the go-home show, i’m worried if it’s too obvious for him to win here.)
  • becky lynch vs. charlotte flair vs natalya vs tamina vs (or) carmella, (or) surprise 6th entrant
  • lana vs naomi (predict: if she wins, lana will get immediately cashed in on by the women’s mitb winner)
  • randy orton vs jinder mahal (predict: losing now makes jinder’s win in the first place a complete joke. he needs this win. the added momentum from winning in st. louis, randy’s hometown, and fulfilling on his promises to ‘embarrass’ the orton family name will be a good move for his future as a top player on smackdown.)

anonymous asked:

Helloooo! I absolutely love your blog! I was wondering who are all your biases from all the groups you’re familiar with? ^^

Okay so this is going to take a while lol.

Ultimate bias:
BTS: Jungkook.

Ultimate bias wrecker:
GOT7: Yugyeom.

Biases from different groups:

Seventeen: Vernon.

SNSD: sunny.

EXO: Kai & Xiumin.

BigBang: taeyang

Super junior: Heechul

Twice: I don’t like twice so I don’t have a bias, sorry :(

2NE1: CL

SHINee: Taemin

F(x): Amber

Blackpink: Lisa

Red Velvet: Wendy

4Minute: Hyuna

Monsta x: jooheon

Ikon: June & Bobby  

Gfriend: Umji

K.A.R.D: J.seph

A.O.A: Jimin (she’s so cute)

Mamamoo: Hwasa (legs for daysss)

NCT: Taeyong

Winner: minho

MBLAQ: Lee joon (he was my first ever ultimate bias)

Weki Meki: Yoo-jung

I.O.I : Doyeon.

If you want me to list my bias wreckers, just ask! ;)