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shot no. 36 💉 –

I’m posting this not because I have an innate desire to share my personal life with strangers on the internet, but because I’m fortunate enough to be in a place in life where it is safe for me to be visible; a place in life where I am able as a non-binary person to pursue a transition experience that makes me feel at home in my body and, in many very serious ways, saved my life. Not everyone has that privilege, so I am choosing to be visible for those who can’t be.

There is nothing NSFW about being LGBTQ+. Transgender is not a dirty word.

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The Colt Model 1862 Police,

After the successful introduction of the Colt Model 1860 and the Colt Model 1861, many police departments and security companies across the country requested that a lighter, more compact version of the Model 1861 be produced.  Police officers tended to carry lighter pistols in a pocket.  The Colt Model 1862 Police was a modification of the Model 1861 specifically designed for the law enforcement community. 

Built off of the M1861 frame, the Colt Model 1862 including several features to save weight and make the pistol more compact than other Colt Models.  First and foremost the M1862 featured a shorter barrel, around 3.5 to 6.5 inches in length depending on the customer’s request.  The revolver used a fluted cylinder, which was significantly lighter than the tradition round cylinders of other revolvers.  Finally the M1862 cylinder only held five shots (.36 caliber), whereas other Colt models were six shooters.  All of these features significantly decreased the weight of M1862.  The Model 1851 and 1861 weighed around 2.5 lbs, while the Model 1860 weight almost 3 lbs.  The Model 1862 weight in at a slim 1.5 lbs.

Around 28,000 Colt Model 1862 Police models were produced between 1862 and 1873.  While many were purchased by police officers and security guards, most were purchased by Union soldiers and officers during the American Civil War. 

36 weeks

a/n: i came up with this idea myself, but i hope y’all like it! it’s just a short imagine about roman as an almost-dad :-)

“I don’t think this is going to work.”

She sighs and turns around on the bed, sitting down in front of Roman. She’s 36 weeks pregnant with twins but she’s ready to get these babies out of her as soon as possible – the doctor even warned that they could come early – but so far there hasn’t been any sign of labor. She recently read something that said having sex can induce labor, so of course she convinced her husband to try it – but they spent 20 minutes trying to find a comfortable, accommodating position, and somehow the baby bump kept getting in the way.

“It was a worth a try,” she says, rubbing her hands over her huge belly as she lays down on the bed. “I don’t feel sexy right now anyways, so it’s probably best not to do anything.”

“Aw, babe, are you kidding me?” he chuckles at her. “You’re always sexy.”

“Oh, cut the bullshit,” she throws him a unamused glance. “I’m pregnant with twins, Roman. Your twins. You made me like this. Do you see this huge belly? It’s covered in stretch marks –”

“Shut up,” he laughs and leans down to kiss her. “I said you’re always sexy, and I meant it.”

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girl: i need someone to just fucking DESTROY me right now ;)

me: YOU HEARD HER, GENTS! *shifts my vessel’s hulking chassis 47 degrees clockwise to face her* FIRE! *utterly annihilates her in a single volley of chain-shot from all 36 cannons on starboard bow*

Gang!BTS (V, Fluff)

Originally posted by rapsuckas

Jimin // Jungkook // Suga // V // Rap Monster


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“What are you staring at?” Taehyung’s voice brought you back from your racing mind, spewing thoughts one after the other. “Is there something on my face?”

“No,” you pursed your lips, still deeply thinking. Taehyung watched you intently as well, shifting uncomfortably on the sofa. You sighed irritably, rolling onto your back and shuffling over to lay your head down on his lap.

“Just thinking?”

“Just thinking,” you repeated with an exaggerated huff, earning a chuckle from him and a few head pats. Taehyung began to stroke your hair in a rhythmic motion. Gently, before ruffling it a few times between his fingers.

“Will you tell me what you’re thinking, already?” He whined, meeting your eyes and kicking his feet out in front of him. You sat up, crawling into his lap and straddling his thighs. Taehyung’s hands instinctively held your waist, likewise to yours draping themselves around his shoulders.

“How you’re so good at illegal things. That is what I’m thinking about.”

“I’m good at more than just illegal things, like making you scream-” He mused happily, but you clamped your hand over his mouth with a blush creeping up your cheeks.

“Shut up,” you snapped unhappily. Taehyung’s tongue pressed against the palm of your hand, causing you to pull away and wipe it against his cheek.

“Ew, don’t be gross…” You whined, and he grinned, moving his lips towards your throat.

“Seriously, though. How do you do it all?”

“Well,” he began eagerly, giving you expectations and sudden anticipation. He was going to let you in on the big secret. “…if you take your shirt off and show me those titi-”

Your face fell. “Don’t finish that sentence or you’re dead.”

He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, leaning back to examine your face. “You just need to know how to judge a person by the way they look.”

“I do that everyday and I still have no clue what you’re talking about. That doesn’t explain why you’re so good at breaking the law and not getting caught!”

His eyes darkened at that, and Taehyung was suddenly pushing you back against the sofa, a wicked grin forming on his lips. “You want me to let you in on the big secret?”

“Uh, mm…yes?” Your breath hitched when he leaned back into the same lazy sitting position he was in before. He rolled out his shoulders, earning a cracking sound that definitely didn’t sound too healthy for his bones.

“Pretend like you’re trying to get me to sell you something at a lower price than it should be.” He commanded, looking away from you and automatically falling in his calm, collected, underground gang persona V.

“You want me to act? How is this going to help-”

“Guess you’ll never know how I’m good at being illegal.” He stood, locking eyes with you and immediately smiling. On the table, Taehyung’s cellphone let out a cry to be picked up, to which he obliged. 

“What?” He picked up the phone after looking at the caller ID. You could hear the voices on the other line, telling him to do something.

“Hoseok, I already told you the deal. They only need 6 men to go, 4 in the casino and 2 upstairs. Make sure Jimin goes with them and stays in the hotel room so nobody will see him killing. It should only take no longer than 54.32 minutes to haul your asses out of their, very much alive. Seokjin should be there to see if anything goes wrong. Nobody else needs to be there. Yoongi can be on the other end to get the camera’s off but he won’t physically be there. Do you get what I’m saying? Is Jungkook going? He needs a little more practice with his hands. Don’t let the poor kid jump the gun too fast or you’ll all be dead. On second thought, don’t make him do anything dangerous. Let Namjoon figure out the rest.”

There were a few words exchanged from the other line, and Taehyung’s gaze flickered to yours. He looked conflicted, gripping the phone tightly in his hand.

“You want me to involve (Y/N) on this?” He immediately pressed a button to project the voice far enough so you could hear.

“Yeah, she knows the place almost as well as you. It’s just for a night, that’s it. You’ll need someone else to help because let’s face it- you can’t turn straight men gay in 54 point….whatever minutes. (Y/N) can hear me, right? Wear your most provocative, tit revealing dress and make sure to stick close to Tae tonight. These guys are greasy and looking for a pretty girl to fuck.”

“Me?” You choked out, looking up at Taehyung for guidance. He’d fallen utterly still, allowing the words to process in his mind. You could see the flicker of fear turn to determination before he nodded his head in agreement.

“Alright, you’re right, Hoseok. I’ll be there, so there’s nothing to worry about. Stick to the plan or I’ll cut all your faces off.” Taehyung pressed end call before Hoseok could reply, throwing his phone onto the love seat. He clapped his hands.

“You’re not going,” he ultimately decided, turning around and walking towards the bedroom you shared.

“Hoseok said he needed me! He’s right, you can’t keep whoever those guys are and their attention for that long without getting a little suspicious.” You wanted to experience first hand at how Taehyung worked with all the rolls he had in the gang. He was almost everything, from the sweet talking kidnapper to the pick pocketing assassin that kept to the shadows. You wanted to see Taehyung in his full glory, even if it was a risky move.

“No way in hell am I letting in inexperienced girl get in my way while I work. You’ll get all of us killed. Stop pushing your boobs together, that won’t fix anything. Those guys you’re talking about are massive drug lords that carry 4 guns and have men planted fucking everywhere. One wrong move and you’ll have 36 gun shots right here,” he jabbed a finger against your chest. “ and here.” another jab, except this time against your forehead.

“I won’t do wrong, though. All I have to do is distract them, right?”

He let out a laugh, obviously forced and much to strained to even attempt a facade. “Babe,” his voice was deep, face close to yours. For some reason he had you pinned against the wall, and was brushing hair out of your face. “You’re just not good enough for my standards.”

“Watch what you’re saying,” you warned him angrily. His eyes softened slightly, before he tilted his head and let his hand glide down your body. Taehyung’s large hand rested on your waist, before he dragged it against his body, lips full force and pressing against your own. The kiss left you breathless and wanting more, but he was already walking towards the door and snatching his keys off the table.

He waved inwardly, not sparing a single glance back at you. “I’ll be home later, don’t wait up.”

Your fingers gently touched your lips, before scowling at the empty door and feeling the need to stomp your foot a hundred times. He did it again. Taehyung was way too good at his job.

But you were good as well. You reached for your phone and dialed Hoseok’s number.

“(Y/N),” he answered on the second ring. “Why aren’t you getting ready?”

“Taehyung left without me. He said I’m not allowed to go.”

Hoseok cursed on the other line, before letting out an angered sigh. “He’s probably right to do that. I’m sorry for dragging you into this situation, but I’m not sure any of us will make it out of this alive. Namjoon is going crazy because half of the guys are still gone in Busan for some work while we have this shit to deal with. I really never would’ve asked you to come if it didn’t mean you’d make it out alive-”

“I get it,” you cut in. “Just tell me where to meet and I’ll be there in 25 minutes.”

And you did exactly as you said. You dressed in the most revealing thing you wore, all the while letting your hair frame your face and decking your make up out merely to make it seem like you were out to have a good time. It was a casino you were meeting at, where Hoseok guided you through the back entrance. The ties Taehyung had made with almost every business in the city was incredible, you commended him that. Thanks to him you also knew almost every shortcut and little way in to all places you needed to be.

“Focus on the dark one.” Hoseok instructed. “Taehyung will be there, but he can’t do anything about you once you’re already out and about. Don’t worry about flirting, even letting him feel you up would be preferable. Deal with your jealous bitch later.” He placed keys into your hand, which you dropped into your bag.

“Take him up to the room and Jimin will be there. Push him into the room first or else you’ll be the one getting shot. Make sure he’s looking at you. Get him a little drunk, if you must. Once he’s taken care of go back downstairs and take your next target. Put this in your ear-” yet another thing was handed to you. It was a small ear piece to which Hoseok attached to you.

“Yoongi and Seokjin will be talking to us through this. They can’t hear you unless you press the little button on it, but don’t ever reply when someone else is around. Keep that hidden or you’ll be dead on the spot. Am I going to fast for you?”

“No,” you promised, which sent him off to another flurry of explanations.

“You don’t have a weapon with you, do you? You may need a knife, but that’s it. Keep it hidden somewhere, like your thigh. Yeah, that works. Don’t take it out unless you think your life is going to be threatened.”

“Got it, now are we going to do this, or just hide back here all night?” You felt adrenaline pumping your blood and causing you to feel hot despite being so under dressed in the middle of December. Hoseok nodded stiffly, helping you wire up. He placed his finger onto his ear and you heard an echo of his voice ring through your ears.

“Plan’s set, I’m sending (Y/N) out right now. Seokjin, keep an eye on her. Yoongi, make sure you’re tracking her ear piece so we can follow her upstairs.”

“What?” A voice hissed furiously, causing you to freeze. Taehyung.

“I thought I told you not to come! Hoseok you’re fucking dead tonight, I swear to go-”

“Shut up,” Hoseok barked. “You’re supposed to be working, so do your job. I already let (Y/N) in on everything, so you better not fuck with her and screw her up. Did you hear me, Yoongi, Seokjin?”

“Yeah,” Yoongi muttered.

“Roger,” Seokjin replied.

“Good.” Hoseok took his finger away from his ear and brought you in front of him. He pointed towards the table filled with men in suits, holding cards and staring around lazily. They each had a generous amount of poker chips. You recognized one of those men to be Namjoon.

“Approach the table as if you’re interested in watching. The game should end soon. Once Taehyung shows up, go in for the kill. Seokjin is in the crowd somewhere and should be scouting out for all the other leader’s men. If you think someone’s following you upstairs besides one of the men you want, abort mission. Leave him and go as fast as your high heel’s can take you. Jimin’s in the hotel room waiting and Jungkook’s walking the halls so you’re safe either way.”

“Got it, I’m going.” You let out a deep breath, and Hoseok patted your shoulder as comfortingly as he could.

“You’ll be fine as long as you stick with the plan. This is for the city’s safety, to get rid of these fuckers.”

You nodded, fixing your hair before striding towards the table. Almost immediately you spotted Seokjin in the crowd of people, and he was pretending to be engulfed in a game going on at another table. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” A voice jeered, catching your wrist and dragged you behind a machine. Taehyung pushed you, holding you there. He was wearing all black, and you recognized him to be wearing a waiter’s getup.

“Taehyung,” a voice in your ear warned. It was Yoongi. “If you don’t get the fuck off (Y/N) right this instant I’m going to make sure you die tonight.”

Taehyung stiffened, dropping his arms from you. He shot you a glare before striding off ahead. Not to look suspicious, you let him go farther ahead before you went after him as well.

“Not yet, (Y/N).” Yoongi’s voice caught your attention again, and you turned off on the path you were headed for. “Wait for the signal from Seokjin.”

Ever so often you turned to look at Seokjin, who briskly shook his head each time. You huffed out a sigh, pretending to be waiting for someone and constantly checking your phone to see the time. Finally, after what seemed like hours, you looked up and received a wink from Seokjin. Time to spring into action.

The game was over, you knew, and Namjoon had seemed to win. Of course, no big surprise. It was either a major cheat or he won fair and square. You decided not to guess which.

“Don’t ask for his name, (Y/N).” Yoongi warned. You could hear typing on the other side of the ear piece. “Just flirt with him like you’d flirt with Taehyung when you thought he was actually a good person.”

“Hey,” Taehyung warned quietly into the earpiece, but you blocked him out and moved ahead. You spotted your boyfriend standing off in the distance, watching you, but pretended you didn’t notice.

“What a pretty girl,” one of the men at the table gawked, and you smiled, tipping your head towards him. It was Namjoon, trying to make small talk.

“Good game, everyone.” You murmured sweetly, fidgeting with your dress so it’d reveal more of the money makers. “I was really impressed, especially with you.” You turned towards the dark man.

“Good,” Seokjin’s voice rang through your ear. “Keep it natural, (Y/N).”

“Me?” The man sat back in his chair, crossing his arms.

“Mm, I for sure thought you’d be the one to win…If I could’ve, I would’ve made a bet on you.”

“You would’ve lost, sweetheart.” He chuckled, choking a little.

“Money well spent,” you winked, leaning against the now almost empty table. Taehyung had got to work as well, speaking with the 3 other men and trying to get them to go to a different room. Namjoon pressed them forward as well, you could hear the conversation playing out smoothly.

“You’re quite the flirt, huh?”

“Was I found out?” You giggled, covering your mouth. “I was trying my best to keep quiet, but I just had to talk to you.”

“Just talk?” His eyes narrowed slightly, but you noticed that it wasn’t out of suspicion. That was the same look Taehyung gave you when you had begun to win him over after a night of seducing.

You twirled some hair around your finger. “Well…it doesn’t have to be just talking.”

He was staring right where you wanted him to, at your breasts. You took this moment to brush your hair aside and reveal more, before pulling your legs apart and flashing him your panties.

“How about some drinks? I have a-”

“I have a room just upstairs, second floor.” You prayed it was the second floor. You hadn’t got a good enough glance at the key number before dropping it on your bag.

“Please tell me that’s full of whisky.” He growled.

“And a naked girl, if you want.” You leaned over his chair to hold onto his tie. The man sucked in a breath, nodding firmly. His hands held your waist, before you helped him to his feet.

A hand touched your shoulder, causing you to turn to meet the face of none other than Taehyung. He pushed you aside, leaving you utterly shocked.

“Oh, it’s you again.” The man huffed, fixing his jacket. You watched as Taehyung placed his arm around the man nonchalantly, flashing you a grin.

“Did you miss me?” He cooed towards the man.

“Taehyung!”  A voice snapped into the ear piece, causing you to flinch. “Do your fucking job properly and leave (Y/N) alone!” Yoongi was angry. You could hear him trashing around in the room, probably breaking a few things out of frustration.

“Excuse me, sir.” You tapped Taehyung’s shoulder. He turned back to you, raising a brow as if he’d never seen you before.

“Would you like something?”

“I was just about to bring my friend here to grab a few drinks…”

“Taehyung,” Yoongi warned again. “Leave her the fuck alone.”

“She’s right, pal.” The man shrugged Taehyung off, before placing a hand on your hip. Taehyung wasn’t about to give up, though, until a shrill scream sounded from across the large room.

“Someone help, get this man off my boyfriend!” 

“Go help,” you ordered Taehyung, shoving his shoulders quickly and guiding the man away. In the corner, you could see Seokjin forcefully holding a man down and slamming his fist against his face. Seokjin looked back at you for a moment, giving you a brisk nod as you walked off.

“What the fuck was that?” The man muttered, hand tightening around your waist as he let out a cough. You brought him towards the elevator, but decided against it and went for the stairs.

“Probably just an angry man trying to get his money back, right?”

“Probably,” the man nodded in agreement, moving his hand farther down your hip and gently fondling your butt.

“Save it for when we’re alone…” You murmured.

“(Y/N), you’re dead when we get home.” Taehyung’s voice snapped into the ear piece, and you smiled, hopping up a few more steps and turning.

You held your finger against the ear piece, pretending you were just scratching your ear before making your voice have the most sickly sweet tone you’d ever used.

“Come on, baby…That’s it, we’re almost to the second floor.” You beckoned him forward with a hand, moving up the steps in a swifter motion than him. The man was a good, healthy size, it was evident he worked out, but still, he looked tired.

“Don’t test me, babe.” Taehyung’s voice warned, and you let out a tinkling laugh before pulling your hand away from your ear. This was much easier than you thought.

“We’re here!” You almost moaned, opening up the door and immediately spotting Jungkook walking the halls. He shot you a quick look, pushing along a garbage can. He was disguised as a janitor.

“Which room is it?” He let out a cough, not bothering to cover his mouth.

You pulled the keys out of your bag, jingling them in front of his face.

“27.” You murmured, taking his hand and pulling him along. He pulled his hand free, using it to feel you up. This man gave you a bad, dirty feeling, it made you want to take a burning shower for the next 7 months.

“Oh, we’re here.” He turned to you, but you pushed him against the wall. Jungkook was hovering closer than expected, but the man only seemed to be watching you. You shuffled him over to the door, allowing him to press his lips to your neck as you worked to unlock the door as quickly as possible. The feel of his lips were nothing like Taehyung’s soft, moist lips that worked away your knots easily. His lips were hard, rough, hungry. You hated the feeling.

Finally, you got the door open and pushed him through, mostly so he’d stop kissing your neck. In the corner, a lamp was on, and you did your bed to make enough noise so Jimin could see you were closest to the door and not the man.

You closed the door, making sure not to turn the lock before pushing the man again, this time so he stumbled and almost fell back.

“Now, Jimin.” You murmured, and the man gave you a strange look. His eyebrows furrowed, before a silent poof brought you stepping back against the wall to avoid being shot.

The door shot open, Jungkook pushing through before closing the door and locking it this time. He flicked the lights on, coming over to your frozen body and stepping in front of you so you didn’t have to see the way the man fell to his knee’s and gaped, with no air able to run through his lungs. He left the trash can he was pushing by the door.

“Good job, (Y/N), now we need to get you out of here.” Jungkook amended you.

“Hold on,” Yoongi’s voice shot through the ear piece. “There’s a few of his men in the hall and if you leave too quickly they’ll know what happened. Wait until Hoseok and Seokjin get rid of them. I’m turning the camera’s off, so I won’t be able to see you after this.”

“Can I help, hyung?” Jungkook wondered, and 6 other voices met the ear piece at once.


“Aw, this shit blows.” He muttered, nudging the wall with his foot lightly.

“Go put the body into the  bag and put it into the trash. Grab the rug as well and put it in the can as well, we’ll burn it later.”

“Got it, now shut up.” Jungkook muttered, going back over to the can and pulling out a black body bag. Jimin appeared in the doorway near the bed, beckoning you toward him with a finger. 

“Come here and sit down, you look ready to throw up.” He ordered, which you obliged. After the high died down, you were left feeling sick and wobbly on your own feet. He took your hand, guiding you over to the bed and sitting you down.

“(Y/N), are you okay?” Taehyung asked. You didn’t answer, so Jimin did for you.

“She’s fine, just a little shaken up. We’ll get her out of here soon.”

“Seokjin, Hoseok, hurry up would you?” Taehyung almost shouted, and you flinched at how harsh his voice sounded.

“Listen,” Hoseok began. “If you want to get to (Y/N) on time then shut the fuck up and let me do my job.”

“Mm,” Seokjin grunted in agreement, obviously occupied with something else and being unable to reply.

“Just hurry it up a bit, we should be gone in 23 minutes.”

“It’ll all work out, Taehyung.” Namjoon’s voice cut the thickness. “I believe it will. Hoseok, you’re going to lose a finger if you involve (Y/N) in anything again.”

It grew silent on the ear piece, and Jungkook had long finished dropping the body into the trash can and rolling out. Jimin watched you with doubt for a moment, before forcing you to your feet.

“You’re not cut out for this life style.”

You nodded in agreement. “You’re right, I’m not. I just…wanted to see how Taehyung worked.”

“Bad idea. Some things are better left unseen.” His voice cut you like a knife, even thought it wasn’t meant to be harsh. There was a knock on the door, before Hoseok revealed himself at the entrance.

“Taehyung is waiting for you at the elevator’s. He’s mad. Here, I’ll take the keys and ear piece back. Keep the knife.”

“No way,” you pulled the knife free from against your thigh and dropping it to the floor. Next to go was the ear piece, and you placed it gently into Hoseok’s hand, along with the hotel keys. “I don’t need that knife anymore.”

You left them standing there, watching as you ran down the hall and towards Taehyung. His arms were crossed tightly across his chest, but once you were spotted he came running.

“You idiot!” His voice was shaking as he stopped to wrap his arms around you. Your body practically molded against his, your arms wrapping so tightly around his neck you thought he would die. “Why didn’t you let me take over?”

“I-” Your voice caught in your throat, and Taehyung attempted to pull away. You didn’t let him. “I don’t know…Can we go home?”

“Don’t do this ever again,” his voice was filled with worry and warning, but you couldn’t tell what his expression looked like. “I’ll seriously lock you in the house forever.”

“I promise…I really don’t want to do this again.” Your voice was thick, and this time you allowed Taehyung to pull away from you. He cupped your cheeks with both hands, before leaning down and kissing you deeply.

dysfunctionalfangirl  asked:

10 &36 with my boy ramos. I'm #hella thirsty for some Ramos romance man

OFC ok so 10. “I might have had a few shots.” and 36. “Did I say that out loud?”

Groaning and rubbing your eyes you walk towards the door of your apartment. There’s someone banging outside of it and you can’t help but want to murder whoever it is.

“What?” You as throwing the door open. Anthony is standing in front of you and he’s swaying on his feet. His hair is falling out of his bun and he’s got a goody smile on his face.

“(Y/N)!” he slurs out excitedly, eye wide.

“Anthony, it’s almost two in the morning. what are you doing here?” You ask exasperated. You brag how forearm and lead him into your apartment, depositing him on the couch and heading to get him some water.

“I wanted to see you,” He’s still slurring and his brow is furrowed. “I might have had a few shots.”

“I couldn’t tell,” you dead pan and him a glass of water. “Drink this,” you order him and he grins at you but chugs it down before leaning back against the couch, sprawled out.

“Baby girl, come sit with me,” he’s using his puppy dog eyes. You can’t help the smirk that appears on your face as you slide onto the couch next to him. 

He’s smiling at you and you just grin back. “What?” You laugh cause he’s still looking at you. Your irritation has drained away seeing him so comfortable with you.

“I’m just so in love you,” he replied softly and you gasp. Suddenly his eyes are wide and his hand is thrown over his mouth as if he can’t stuff the words back in. “Did I say that out loud?” whispers wincing slightly. 

“Yeah, you did. Did you mean that?” You ask eyes wide. But before he can answer you interrupt him. “Don’t answer that. We’ll talk about it when you’re sober. Good night Anthony.” You stand up and hand him a blanket and pillow and he’s still looking at you eyes wide. and you smile at him. “I promise first thing tomorrow, we’ll talk.” You walk to your own bedroom grinning. 

You fall asleep praying he meant it.

From beginning to end,

This is a list of chapters for “i will make you queen of everything you see,” put into chronological order for anyone who is interested in reading it that way. I’ve finally fixed this. I’ve brought it completely up to date and made sure they’re all in the proper order—especially snap shots that place within the same year. All interludeschapters containing multiple years—will be in their own list.

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updated to snap shot 77.

fan mixes. // “i will make you queen of everything you see,”. // “untuck your thumbs,” // “finally,” | a queen of everything playlist. //

shemakesmeforget  asked:

36, 47 and 48 for bysoti(d) 😉

36 - one-shot or multi-chaptered story?

Originally posted by marvel-dc-addict

47 - how many unfinished ideas/stories are you working on at the same time?

OMG… I try to limit myself.  I’ll work on no more than three at a time, one primary focus and two side focus.  I prefer only one primary and one side focus.  So BYSOTI(d) is my primary focus.  (In fact, tonight may be a bysoti(d) writing night… we’ll see how the pain meds treat me.  And then I had two side focuses (Modified Cupid and the 10 Yuuris)… now that MC is done, I’m down to 10 Yuuris.  This doesn’t include things like drabbles and such.  Anything that can be written in 30 minutes or less really.  Eventually I’m going to add a project I’ll be working on with Io.  *fingers crossed*

48 - three spoilers for bysoti(d)

  • Twins
  • Return of the (ex)boyfriend
  • Drunken Make-out

Not necessarily in that order…. not necessarily in the next chapter…. this is what you meant, right? :P

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anonymous asked:

Why do you like film photos more?

That’s an interesting question.

I think my interest in film photography is largely a reaction to how accessible digital photography has become in our day and age.

If you think about it, it is pretty amazing… maybe 5 years or so the average point and shoot camera was not even as powerful as the cameras we carry in our pockets that are built into our phones. 
I respect photographers of all sorts, and digital photography is much more practical that film photography. 

That said, there was once a time where it took a great deal of skill and knowledge about photography to produce a great image. That day is dead and gone. Anyone can produce a great image with their cellphone. Anyone can pick up a fancy DSLR and produce an incredible image. 

So film photography is more exciting to me to see because I know the work that went into it. I know that the picture taken was more thoughtful and more selective because the photography only had about 12-36 shots in their roll of film! 

I like the hands-on feel of shooting film and the work that goes into it, so it is exciting to me to see film photography. 

I truly believe that everyone should try to shoot film and that everyone would benefit from it!

TL;DR - I like film photos more because it takes more time and effort to take a good photo on film than it does digitally.

Also I am old-fashioned.

anonymous asked:

Hmm how about 36 for the namjoon one shot?

36. A spoiler for story _________.


Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

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Day 14 of 24 Days of One Shots 🎄

#36 5 seconds of Summer – Ticklish

It’s your and the boys’ annual Christmas party. Party is the wrong word actually since it’s not a party. It’s just staying in, watching Christmas movies and eating a lot of sweets and McDonalds.

As every year, you are watching Elf in the living room. You sit on the couch between Calum and Luke while Ashton sits in the armchair and Michael on the floor. Michael chose to sit on the floor, right in front of the coffee table with all the food in front of him. Calum and Luke have spread out on the couch, as they they always do. You rest your head on Calum’s shoulder and put your legs over Luke, who’s head is laying on pillow.

Calum puts his hand on your stomach, making you giggle quietly. “I’m ticklish.” You whisper quietly.

When he sits up straight and looks at you with widen eyes, you realize that you shouldn’t have told him that. “(Y/N) is ticklish!” He yells out and points at you. Luke, Ashton and Michael turn around to face you. All of them have widen eyes and smirk at you.

“Tickle attack!” Michael announces and jumps up to you. He starts to tickle your and the others do too. You try to hold your laugh in but fail miserably. You burst out laughing and even when you tell them to stop tickling you, they won’t. They keep on going and find out that you’re ticklish, not only on your stomach, but everywhere else on your body as well.

“STOP!” You gasp between your laugh. “I’m fucking extremely ticklish!” You laugh and laugh and can’t stop. Luke and Ashton pin your down on the couch, laughing at you while Calum and Michael still tickle you.

“Stoooop” You tell them as tears roll down your cheeks. Only then they finally stop and you try to breath normally again. Calum, Luka, Michael and Ashton laugh as they resumer back to their spots.

“We’re not done yet!” Calum warns you.

“Yeah! We’re only on a break.” Michael laughs.

“I’m never going to spend christmas with you boys again.” You roll your eyes at them.

“Don’t lie to yourself, love.” Luke smiles.

“There will always be other chances to tickle you (Y/N)” Ashton says.

“We love you though.” Calum says and rests his head on your shoulder again.

“I love you boys too.” You smile.