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One of my favorite things about overwatch as a whole is how much of their energy went into the character animation. Every single one of them has mannerisms that are all unique even down to their “Hello!” hand-waves. Seriously, there’s a difference between Soldier’s slow and minimal open-palmed wave and Ana’s salute, between Sombra’s curly-fingered long nailed wave and Reaper’s wave seeming more like he’s trying to grab something, between Bastion’s choppy finger-wave and the repair module waving in sentry mode and Genji’s short bow with a distinctive hand motion. It’s all completely unique to each character to express something about their personalities even with the same general motion.

This isn’t even the half of it. Compare EVERY SINGLE CHARACTER’S seated emote for example. Even if characters are in the same pose, like McCree and Bastion and Lucio? The way they ENTER those poses is completely different. McCree holsters his gun and sets his hand on the ground before seating. Bastion spreads their legs a bit, balances with their arms, and then PLOMPS onto the dirt unceremoniously. Lucio fuckin BREAKDANCES into his seat, how extra can you get, what a show-off, I love him.

And the guys who take a knee instead of sitting down??? Also completely different. Pharah does a little flourish with her weapon before kneeling. Soldier just sweeps into it, all no-nonsense and efficient. Ana sweeps her cloak behind her first and gently eases into the kneel. Reinhardt fuckin hefts his hammer murder-side down and kneels like a knight, gazing slightly upwards to some imaginary monarch he’s in the service of. Zarya clonks her whole gun on the ground and kneels beside it, and it really starts to make sense just how BIG and HEAVY that thing is when you see it beside her like that.

The meditators? Fuckin. Nothing is safe from the character quirks and differences. Genji makes some kind of hand pose on one foot and balances into meditation, keeping his hand near his face. Zenyatta hovers a little lower, bows his head, and his orbs spread out to chime like prayer bells. Hanzo sets his bow down and sits seiza, with his hands on his knees. On that note, Mei also sits seiza but doesn’t meditate, instead awkwardly looking around and glancing at snowball for confidence.

And the COMPLETELY unique poses are probably my favorites. Junkrat wants you to paint him like one of your French girls, fingers tapping on the ground and OOZING such misplaced confidence and insanity that I can’t NOT love him. D.Va reveals her stash of snack food and plays on her Future GameBoy for a while, completely uninterested in what else is going on. Symmetra’s too pompous and confident to sit on the ground, so she creates a seat for herself out of hard light to sit on instead.

Just. I fucking love this game.

Obi-Wan Kenobi: The Dashing Duke and Pirate Lord of Tatooine

This is for you @jerseytigermoth


“Obi-Wan Kenobi, know aliases Ben Kenobi, Ben Kryze, Old Man Kenobi, Obes Kenobes?”

The Jedi Master/Pirate/Rebellion General smiled at the befuddled expression on the Prosecutor’s face opposite of where he stood, hands cuffed and resting lightly on the bar in front of him. He chuckled. “Ah yes! That alias was given to me by a very lovely woman. She was quite nice.”

Shaking his head in a mix of confusion and disgust, the Prosecutor continued on. “Also known as Captain Kenobi, the Pirate Lord of Tatooine, High General Kenobi, the Dashing Duke and the Sass Master of Mandalore?”

“Is that all of them?” Obi-Wan asked. “Are you certain you haven’t missed any? That list seems a little short. Did you include the Scourge of the Outer Rim? Oh! For a while I was calling myself Arulas because someone thought it sounded cool.”

There was a snort from back in the gallery of criminals and a sullen, “It did sound cool.”

Flabbergasted the prosecutor tried to reassert his authority. “Your list of crimes against the galaxy are…”

“Ah! Rako Hardeen!” Obi-Wan nodded, reaching up to scratch his nose. “I knew you forgot one.”

The presiding judge banged his gavel and leaned forward, peering down at Obi-Wan. “That’s enough out of you, traitor! You’re far too old for such childish antics.”

“Quite right, your honor,” the Jedi Pirate Rebel nodded with great dignity. “Please continue, Tanver.”

The Prosecutor stammered out a puzzled, “What?! How… how did you know?!”

Winking, Obi-Wan replied. “Jedi Secrets. Also your name was included on my arrest documents. You have a most artistic signature, Counselor.”

There was a low-level snicker coming from the gallery and the Judge hammered his gavel.

“ORDER!”

“My apologies, your honor,” Obi-Wan smiled and turned to look back over his shoulders at the assembled criminals, hoodlums, rebels and pirates behind him. “Do be quiet, dear friends. Prosecutor Tanver Seabright is trying to charge me with grievous crimes against the Empire.”

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Crooked Nature - Negan Imagine

Pairing: Negan & Reader

Prompt: [REQUESTED] ~ “Can I get a one shot where you’re rick’s teenage daughter and one of the saviors always gets in your face/touches you inappropriately and when you finally tell your dad you don’t know that negans listening and he punishes the man(all your imagines are great and I know this one will be too”

Word Count: 1330

Fandom: The Walking Dead

Warnings & A/N: mentions of inappropriate language directed towards a minor, assault on a minor (not rape - chill)

Theme: Angst

Originally posted by grungedaddykinks

Originally posted by blackcanarywrites

Another day had come where The Savior’s came to collect rations from Alexandria. As much as your father attempted to sugarcoat it, you knew the groups linked to the same ‘deal’ that your group had, were planning on defeating the Savior’s for once and for all.

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-INTERMISSION: The Eyes Which Overlook Hesitation-

A single throne in front of a large window overlooks the city. Behind the single, yet imposing seat, a holographic screen materialized, revealing a six-petaled flower head AI with a rather annoyed expression.

Flowey: Great. Just great! We lost two of our better soldiers to the stupid ERG, Muffet failed, that other human’s still alive SOMEHOW, and furthermore, you can’t even RESET now!

???: Nothing we can really do about that, dear Flowey. Muffet knows what would happen if she fails again, and overall, it’s not even that big of a loss. I will say that I knew I should’ve taken the cutting route, but I didn’t want to ruin the new shirt with their blood.

It seemed like the one sitting on the chair didn’t seemed that fazed. In fact, it almost seemed like they were…not even concerned about the matter at hand, especially given the blatant sarcasm at the end. Flowey’s expression transitioned from annoyed to worried.

Flowey: Chara! This is SERIOUS! It may not be that way right now, but what about LATER?

Chara chuckles, with a faint smile on their face.

Chara: I wouldn’t worry too much about that, Flowey. This would be an interesting duel between two determined souls. But for right now….

We’ll just have to see what happens NEXT.

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ldyglfr62  asked:

My birthday is May 16. I would love a fic that features Age!Gap Everlark with Katniss 5 - 10 years older than Peeta. M or E rating. Thanks for running this fabulous web site.

Originally posted by mister-pulido

Wishing you the happiest of birthdays, @ldyglfr62! Your gift - the penultimate offering from everlarkbirthdaydrabbles, was written just for you by @xerxia31. We hope you enjoy!


When Irish Eyes are Smiling

rated M, for language and adult situations.


It’s not completely unexpected, but it’s still a shock to see it. Thick, expensive card stock, pale pink with roses and their names embossed in gold.

Madge Undersee and Gale Hawthorne, along with their families, request the honour of your presence at their wedding…

I’m happy for them, I truly am. I’m just still kind of shocked that after nine years together, it took Gale less than three months to marry my replacement.

It’s not like I thought Gale and I would ever marry each other, even if our friends all expected it. And our breakup was completely mutual. But that he moved on so fast is kind of a slap.

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I think what makes Pretty, Little Liars so successful is that no matter where you are in the world, you can relate. I think the most important part of our show is the relationship that the girls have with one another. The relationships that they have on a romantic level and the the ones that they have with their parents and family. That’s probably what I’ve heard the most. I think also the fact that there’s drama. There’s mystery. There’s romance. There’s all of that. It really does make our show so exciting and on the edge of your seat every single episode.

Another Chance

Bucky Barnes x Reader 

Summary : There was a severe storm where you were, which delayed your flight. As you sat in the airport, waiting for time to pass, you run into someone who will forever change your life. AU

A/N : Just wanted to make a fluffy Bucky fic. This is a rewrite of one of my other series, Written in the Stars. Hope you enjoy! 

Word Count : 2,354

Warning : Fluff and language.

The airport was crowded with strangers. All huddled in, either on their phones or staring at their laptops. Even the kids had a device of their own, eyes glued to the screens as if they were hypnotized. 


You sighed playing with the pages of your book. It’s been two hours since you arrived, and you were nowhere near boarding. 

The storm was chaotic, and even if you wanted to forget the trip and go back to your warm and comfortable apartment, you couldn’t leave. The roads were closed off around the area. Which only meant, you were stuck. 

There was a slight cold breeze, radiating from outside. Creating you to shiver though you were wrapped up in your coat. Not even the body heat around you could keep you warm. 

You suddenly remembered passing a coffee shop when you were running to catch your flight. It wasn’t too far, and you were sure it could help pass time. 

As you made your way to the coffee shop, you rummaged through your purse, looking for your card. 

“Dammit, where is it?” You grumbled to yourself. 

Without paying any attention to your surroundings, your body collided right into broad shoulders, almost making you fall. The sound of paper shuffling, and a soft grunt hummed in your ears.

“Crap! I’m so sorry!” You said, hoping you didn’t hurt anyone and bending down to retrieve the papers that fell. 

The stranger slightly chuckled, as he hunched over as well to help you. “It’s okay, don’t worry about it.” 

His voice made the hairs of your neck stand up. It was low and rough, but slightly kind of intriguing. You slowly looked up, and met the gaze of the most alluring blue eyes you have ever seen. They were warm, but inviting. 

He helped you up to your feet, his hand molding with yours, it created a sudden flutter in your stomach. 

“T-Thank you.” You stammered. 

The man before you was tall, making you crank your neck just to see him. And you definitely took the time to look over him. Your gaze traced over his long messy brunette hair, to his worn combat boots. He was lean, and perhaps well built under that heavy coat that draped over him. 

His lips slightly twitched up, flashing you a faint smile. “Are you okay?” He asked, a bit worried. 

You snapped out of your daze, and nodded. “Y-Yea, I’m fine. I am so sorry again, I wasn’t paying attention.” 

He shrugged his shoulders, his lips curving more by the second. “It’s fine. Trust me. All that matters is that no body got hurt.” 

There was something about him that drew you to him, and you couldn’t figure out what it was exactly. But you shook off the thoughts immediately, and cleared your throat. 

“Um, here. I believe these are yours.” You muttered, handing over the pile of papers. 

As he reached for his belongings, you couldn’t help but glance down. They were drawings of people. Breathtaking silhouettes and portraits. 

“Thanks.” He muttered, catching your attention once again. He slipped the papers into his bag, and returned his gaze to you. “I’m James, but people call me Bucky.” 

“Y/N.” You smiled. “I’m lame, I don’t have a cool nickname like yours.” 

As you both chuckled from your cheesy joke, you couldn’t help but shiver from the cold breeze you felt earlier. It reminded you of what you were doing there in the first place. You glanced behind him at the line and suddenly you thought of something. 

“How about I buy you some coffee?” You asked. “Its the least I could do since I plowed right into you.” 

Bucky curved his lips, and ran his hand through his long locks. “That’d be great.” He stepped to the side and motioned for you to lead the way. 

You could feel his stare though you were a few feet in front of him. It made your heart begin to race, something you haven’t felt in a while. 

Finally, you reached to the front of the line. The barista seemed exhausted, and a bit annoyed, but the moment her eyes laid on Bucky’s features, her whole demeanor changed. 

“Hi, what can I get tarted for you?” She asked with a flirtatious smile. 

“I’ll have a small white chocolate mocha please.” You decided to answer first, just so she knows you were there too. 

The barista didn’t give you the time of day, she just punched in your order, and returned her eyes to Bucky. “And for you sir?” She bit her lower lip. 

Bucky shifted in his stance, pushing his hair back as he looked over the menu behind her. He was obviously not paying attention to the poor girl, it was kind of entertaining to watch. 

“I’ll just have a cup of black coffee, nothing else.” He smiled. 

“Of course.” 

You gave the barista your card, and paid for the two beverages. 

“Thank you.” Bucky whispered, leaning closer to you. 

The barista handed your card back, along with your order. With one last glance, you smiled. “No problem.” You stated. “It was nice meeting you.” 

Before he had the chance to respond, you started walking toward the back. hoping to find a single seat. You were scanning around, looking from one side to the next, until suddenly a couple got up from the table in the very back by the window, and made there way out of the shop. 

“Sweet.” You mumbled to yourself. 

Walking over, your phone went off, startling you for a second. 

“Hello?” you breathed, placing your purse down onto the table as you took a seat. 

“Hi sweetheart, just wondering what the update is.” Your mother asked. 

You let out a soft sigh, looking out the fogged window. “Still the same. Looks like this storm is going nowhere.” 

“Are you serious? Have you tried another flight, or a cab?!” 

“Mom, seriously there’s nothing I can do. I can’t even go home if I wanted too.” 

She only but huffed, and you could imagine her roll her eyes as well. 

“You can’t miss Christmas. This is the only time we ever get to see you.” She exclaimed. 

“I know. I’ll try my best. Okay?” 

“Okay sweetheart.” There was a long pause and for a moment, you thought the line had disconnected. 

“Hello?” 

“There’s something I have to tell you.” Your mother said. “Your sister and Todd have decided to show up after all.” 

Your heart felt as if it had dropped to the pit of your stomach. Your mothers words played in your head over and over again. 

“I didn’t know they would-” 

“It’s fine.” You lied. “Look, I have to go. My phone is about to die and all the outlets are being used at the moment. I’ll call you when I leave.” 

You heard your mother sigh. “Okay, love you. Be safe.” 

“You too.” You ended the conversation abruptly and shoved the phone back into your purse. 

Every part of you felt heavy. As the thought of Todd began to make your stomach churn. After all this time, you had hoped not to hear that name again. But here it was. Bringing back all the painful memories you thought you erased. 

“Is this seat taken?” A familiar voice rang from behind you. 

Looking back, your lips curved into a smile. It was Bucky. The cute stranger from just a few minutes ago. 

“No, not at all.” 

Bucky smirked, and walked over to the seat across from you. As he plowed down, he placed his bag over his lap, and ran his fingers through his hair. Something he did quite frequently. 

“Thanks, all the seats are being used.” 

“Aw, and here I thought you were just stalking me.” You teased. 

Bucky belted out into laughter, his shoulders bounced up and down. “You caught me!” 

“So, where are you off too this Christmas?” You asked. “Let me guess, the Bahamas? Completely opposite from this crappy weather.” 

“I wish!” He exclaimed. “But I am actually returning back from visiting my Sister and niece. I was hoping to catch a cab but the storm decided otherwise.” 

“Why didn’t you stay for Christmas?” 

Bucky shrugged his shoulders, taking a quick sip of his black coffee. Immediately burning his lip. “My sister wanted to spend the holidays with our father and lets just say he and I don’t get along too well.” 

You glanced down at your hands, feeling like a prude for asking him too many questions. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-” 

“Its okay.” He cut you off. “What about you?” 

You decided to act on the sudden subject change and not ask anymore questions about his family. “Well, I am visiting my parents back home. It’s the only time we get to see each other really, so I try to make an effort to visit them. Though I wish I could skip out this year.” 

Bucky tilted his head, as he leaned back into his chair, lingering on every word that fell from your lips. 

“My sister and her boyfriend are going to be there, and I definitely don’t want to see them.” You exhaled. “Her boyfriend is my Ex.” 

“Oh.” Was all Bucky could say. He didn’t know how to react to something like that. The pain in your voice was so distinct, he could see just how much it hurt you. And though he wanted to know more, he didn’t want to force you into talking about anything you weren’t comfortable with. 

“But anyways, enough with the family drama.” You chuckled. “I noticed your drawings earlier. They’re really amazing.” 

He swallowed hard, clenching his jaw tightly as he held his gaze with yours. His drawings were something personal to him. Something he never shared with anyone because it was just a way to escape from reality. 

“Can I see them?” You asked. 

“Thanks, but they aren’t finished.” 

“Well from what I saw, I thought they were breathtaking.” 

He took another sip of his drink as well as you. The first sip felt so soothing as it went down. Definitely what you needed. 

Both you and Bucky talked for what seemed like forever. You learned a lot about him. From his favorite book, to the cute little childhood stories. You both shared so much about your lives, you were beginning to feel as if you had known the guy all your life. 

He made your stomach hurt from laughing, and your cheeks ache from smiling so much. But it was the best few hours you’ve had with a guy since Todd. 

“Okay, serious question.” Bucky muttered, pushing his hair back. 

“Uh oh! Here it goes.” You chuckled. 

“If your house was on fire and you had-” He paused and shrugged as he came up with a number. “And you had 60 seconds, what would you take?” 

You were taken aback, furrowing your brows as your locked your gaze with his. “What?” You breathed. 

“If your house was-” 

“Yeah, no. I heard you, I just-I don’t know. I never thought about it.” You whispered. 

Bucky opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by the loud sound of a woman’s voice speaking through the intercom. She was informing everyone that the storm had passed, and it was time to begin boarding passengers. 

You swung your legs and hopped out of the chair, and pulled your purse over your shoulder. “Man, i didn’t even get to enjoy my White Chocolate Mocha!” 

Bucky propped up on his feet as well, looking a bit bummed from the quick end to the conversation. “Guess thats you?” He asked. 

You nodded and forced a smile. “Yep. Off to spend some quality time with my awesome family.” 

“If your mom made that oh so amazing apple pie you talked so highly about, I’m sure it’ll be one hell of a trip.” He winked, making you snort with laughter. 

“Fingers crossed.” 

“It was nice to meet you, even if it were just a few hours.” He smiled. “I had a great time.” 

“Me too. I enjoyed hearing your crazy stories about You and your best friend-Steve right?” 

Bucky nodded, answering your question without a single word. 

“You guys are crazy.” You chuckled, reaching your hand out to him to shake.

This was it, you had to say goodbye to the stranger that somehow made you feel happy in such a short amount of time. Bucky reached for your hand, and pulled you into him. Giving you a gentle hug. He was warm, and so comfortable, you couldn’t help but feel safe in his arms. As if you were meant to be exactly right where you were. 

You barely knew one another, but somehow, you both felt such a strong connection. Like a pull you both couldn’t escape from. As he held you close to him, Bucky was trying to find the courage to kiss you. Every part of him feigned for that touch, since the moment you bump into him. He was so mesmerized by you, it was insane. But he was too late to make his move. 

Clearing your throat, you took a step back, pulling yourself away from him. Though a part of you didn’t want to leave. “Well I ought to be leaving. Don’t wanna miss my flight.” You said awkwardly.

“Yeah, of course.” Bucky smiled. 

“Goodbye, and good luck with everything.” 

You turned on your heels and made your way to the terminal. Leaving Bucky behind, with his thoughts running wild. He watched you until you faded into the crowd, until you were no longer visible. 

“Good job.” He mumbled to himself. 

Bucky reached for his belongings, until something caught his eye. And in that moment, as he reached for your phone that laid still on the table, a little pinch of hope sparked inside of him. Maybe this was fate giving him another chance? or maybe it was just coincidence. He wasn’t sure. But he knew one thing for sure, he wasn’t going to mess this up again. 

Without giving it a second thought, Bucky ran after you. 

Club Sin

Warnings: Cussing. Negan. oral sex. smut. (does this count as kinky?)

Request: Hi hi can I make a request where the reader meets Negan at a club and they’re like grinding up on each other. And then Negan takes her home to his house and they have some hot kink sex (spanking, biting, scratching, choking, oral, literally everything) make it as kinky as you possibly can with in your comfort zone. - anon

I really hope this is what you requested! I tried. Please let me know what you think!!


Tonight was the night. You’d planned this night to go out with your ‘girlfriend’ and have a little fun at the club. You just finished getting ready when your doorbell rang. Your heels clicked against the hardwood floor. You opened the door to reveal Sherry, your best friends since high school standing at the door. She had on a tight low-cut red dress with matching heels. She looked gorgeous. 


“(Y/N),” she squealed when you opened the door. “You look amazing!,” she said referring to your tight black dress that hung to your curves and showed you off. “You planning on picking up a hot guy tonight? huh?” she wiggled her eyebrows at you as you laughed softly.

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Racism isn’t always someone overtly shouting vile things towards you.

Racism is when you sit down at a single seated table at Tim Hortons and the old white lady at the table next to you shifts her body posture away from you and moves her phone and wallet to the other side of the table.

Racism is when a group of white folk stop talking as you walk by and simply stare at you.

Racism is when no one sits on the seat beside you in a jam packed bus/skytrain.

Racism is when your community is treated as a prop that someone uses to make themselves look more “cool.”

Racism is when an outspoken PoC is viewed as an annoyance, but an outspoken white person is seen as a valiant legend.

Racism is when people gaslight victims of non-verbal racism and make them feel even more alone and isolated than they already are.

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It’s my personal belief that the main reason Dean had Baby locked away in the garage is because he just wouldn’t have been able to drive her without having an emotional breakdown every time. Just being in the car knowing he’d never have Sam riding shotgun ever again would have been torture. All he’d have to do is look to the right and see the empty space and he’ll be assaulted with memories of them pretty much growing up in that car. 

And I think Jensen kind of thinks along the same lines if his dream was anything to go by.

“I dreamed the end of the series. And this is not the way I – I don’t know that I’d want it to go this way, but it was really interesting. Sam had died and Dean couldn’t get him back. All of the tools he wanted to use like angels or deal with Crowley or you know like any kind of deal he could make, all of it was gone to him and there was no way that he was getting him back. So in my dream and I still see it, it’s very vivid – There’s this long long stretch of highway with nothing but fields and Dean gets out of the impala and hands the keys over to a stranger and the guy hands him keys and we don’t know to what and the guy gets in the impala and takes off. And then the camera kind of turns around to reveal Dean’s got a motorcycle and he gets on and it’s super sad because he is like I don’t have my brother so what do I need a passenger for. So he gets on a single seated motorcycle and drives off down the highway. That was my dream.” (x)

The Other Prince + A CS Modern Royalty AU [Chapter 4]

Modern Royalty AU: HRH Prince Killian has grown up in the shadow of the crown while enduring tragedy and the burdens of being the spare to the heir. With a desire to escape his past, he agrees to play host to the visiting general’s daughter in exchange for an eventual life outside royal bounds. Moving on is never that easy though and he quickly learns that being the ‘other’ prince is even more difficult when you find yourself falling for the girl everyone wants your brother to marry.

Catch Up On Previous Chapters: One, Two, Three
Also on FF.net and AO3.

Word Count: 5,549

Okay, here’s the next Emma chapter. I’m sorry it ended up taking so long to post - life got really crazy for about a week and this took longer to finish than planned. A little more backstory here and the next chapter will be the one we’ve been waiting for :) thanks for being patient with me. The reviews and flails are all so wonderful and they make my day! As always, all rights, characters, and my soul belong to OUAT.


“So you still don’t believe me?”

Emma nearly laughed at her father’s quickly drawn conclusion as he flopped down in the seat across from her. Peeking up from the recent issue of Time magazine she’d borrowed from her mother’s bag, she found the analyzing eyes of the man who’d just asked her something of a question.

“I never said that,” she replied with a sly smirk. “Just trying to process your new level of popularity. I guess I didn’t realize how much things have changed since I’ve been gone.”

His gaze was understanding and the tiniest bit concerned, almost as if he needed to hear that she was okay with this little venture. She’d assured him she was a few times over the past couple of days and even if it wasn’t totally honest, Emma knew it was the right thing to do. Normalcy was the next step in her father’s recovery process and if being in regular communication with a few members of the royal family fell into their now typical realm of “business as usual"….well, she would just have to learn to deal with that.

"It’s not that different, Em,” he started with a raised eyebrow. “I used to tell you all the time about how I was in the active ranks with the Queen’s son years ago. We were quite good friends even back then.”

“Yeah, but you also used to say you’d help slay the imaginary dragon under my bed,” she replied, matching his expression. “You can’t blame me for questioning what sounds like the stuff of embellished fairytales, Dad.”

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anonymous asked:

For the five word prompt, 'Why do i love you' or 'Are you stupid or stupid' with Saeran, maybe? ^-^

Prompt: “Are you stupid or stupid?”

“We made it!” you exclaimed in relief as you bent over to catch your breath. Your face was flushed, stray strands of hair stuck on your sweaty face and you peeled them off one by one as you grinned smugly at the man seated next to you. He too, was panting slightly, but not nearly as much as you were. A drop of perspiration was sliding down the side of his face though, and he was fanning himself with his hand with a rather irritated scowl on his face. It was a hot day, you had to admit – you were definitely going to smell later – and he didn’t seem too pleased with being made to sprint like that earlier.

“it’s so hot today,” he grumbled under his breath, reaching up to adjust the air vent above him so that the cool air would blow directly at his hair and face.

Of course, that also meant depriving you of the much needed cold air.

You frowned a little, reaching up to adjust the air vent so you could enjoy the air-conditioning instead. That earned you yet another glower from your boyfriend, who smacked your hand away lightly and shifted the air vent back towards him.

Now it was your turn to shoot daggers at the redhead, and before long this turned into a childish game of seeing who would get the air-conditioning. The other commuters cast the both of you disapproving glances, but you couldn’t care less. It was a hot day, and you would have the air conditioning, even if it meant tackling your boyfriend to the ground and kicking him out the bus at the next stop.

Eventually, Saeran wisely gave up fighting and allowed it to face you, and settled for shifting closer to you so he could also get some of the cold air on his face. So the both of you were practically squeezing together on a single seat, your thighs pressed against each other and his chin directly behind your head. The proximity allowed you to feel the summer heat radiating from his body in waves. It wasn’t all that comfortable, but this was the best compromise you were going to get.

Besides, you couldn’t deny that you liked having him seated so close, given that the man was usually so averse to physical contact even when you begged him for it, simply because he was just so awkward and shy when it came to that.

“How long will this ride take again?” he asked, absently gazing out the window at the blur of cars, cement roads and tall buildings passing by.

“Twenty minutes,” you replied confidently. You had done your homework the night before, and this was the shortest way to get to the cherry farm that you and Saeran had been interested in visiting for the longest time. You just hoped you wouldn’t miss the stop when it came.

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Tom Hardy and Greta Honold in The Long Red Road  
February 13 – March 21, 2010

Excerpt from Esquire Magazine Interview by Tom Junod. dated April, 2014.

“Of course, he is an English actor, so he’s not just allowed to curse; he’s practically obligated to. He is not in the line of succession to George Clooney or any other American movie star but rather to Peter O'Toole, Richard Harris, and Richard Burton, unrepentant hell-raisers all. He has gone to drama school; he has trained for the British stage; he regards himself as primarily a theatrical actor and employs an array of eccentricities to deal with the anxiety of performance. Where Olivier steeled himself by standing behind the curtain before it parted upbraiding the audience with muttered obscenities, Hardy is in the habit of coming to the theater early and “climbing into every single seat in the house and shouting from every chair. I stand on every single chair and shout from every single chair. And that’s my warm-up." 


photos courtesy of  goodmantheatre.org

I admit I’m not fully sober right now, but listen up:

I just looked over at my cat and realized that she doesn’t give a shit about who’s president.  And why doesn’t she give a shit?  Because I take care of her.  

So here’s what we’re gonna do, we’re all gonna take care of each other.  Watch each other’s back, let each other vent, support your friends who are lgbt, black, disabled, muslim, or any of the things that a Trump presidency is hateful towards.

Go fucking vote in 2018, every single House seat is contested in the mid-term.  But until then, UNITE, ok?  Enough of this clique shit, we’re all fighting the same battle.

We’re gonna take care of each other.  We’re gonna make it.  And we’re gonna kick ass in the long run.

6

After a ton of requests to make a photo series about this much loved plane, here it is.

Photo series #6

BRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTT, this is the Fairchild Republic O/A-10 Thunderbolt II or as the commonly referred name “Warthog” or just “Hog”.

This twin engine, single seat, jet aircraft is one of the most (if not the most) sucessful CAS aircraft in the world. Although designed to be solely a CAS aircraft, it also fills the ground attack and foward air controller roles (when on foward air control role the A-10 becomes OA-10).

Introduced in March 1977, the A-10 was designed around it’s cannon, the GAU-8 Avenger, a seven barrel Gatling-type 30mm autocannon manufactured by General Electric. It was also built with durability in mind, the cockpit is armored with 540kg (1,200 pounds) of titanium to protect the pilot and the aircraft systems, it was also designed for short takeoffs and landings combined with it’s easy and low cost maintenance the Warthog can be deploy from improvised airfields close to the front lines or from highways adapted to be makeshift runways such as the ones in Germany.

The A-10 has flown in a number of combats such as the Gulf War in Op. Desert Storm, Afghanistan, Iraq, and against ISIS in the Middle East. During these combat it’s durability has been tested, one such event was during Operation Iraqi Freedom when Captain Kim Campbell suffered heavy damage from flak fire resulting in damage to the engine and hydraulic system which required her to fly the Hog manually for an hour but managed to land safely.

One of the biggest battles the Warthog is fighting today is against the budget cuts and it’s replacement to the new fifth generation strike fighter, the F-35. So long it has managed to stay in service and some rumors say that the US Air Force is planning a big upgrade to keep it in service all the way to 2040s and one of these upgrades would include a engine swap removing the two General Electric TF34-GE-100A turbofans and changing it for new and more powerful engines.

Well, this is it for this photo series, don’t forget to like and reblog. 

If you have any suggestions, contribution or want to send a complete photo series, don’t be shy, send them up and i’ll upload them!

anonymous asked:

fuck coworkers and FUCK CONTROLLING NEW COWORKERS!!!! a new girl just came on as hostess and is trying to tell ME, the TRAINER, how to seat in proper rotation when she was the one who septuple seated a SINGLE server. By the end of the night, our senior server had around 15 tables (she usually has the most) and Mel, my seven table wonder had about 26 tables. I'm not able to watch her 24/7 and she fucked up so bad last night on a BUSY night. God i felt so bad for Mel but i hope she got $$$.

Never Ever - Excerpt/Deleted Scene

Originally posted by marktuqn

“Y/N?” Mark called as he stepped inside her apartment with wide eyes. It wasn’t what he’d expected at all – although, he wasn’t sure what he had been expecting. Maybe a lot of dark clothes thrown all over the place, half-empty beer bottles, possibly a secret lover passed out on a couch.  

This place was…almost empty.

He took a step into the living room and took it all in. It gave off a vibe that no one really lived here. To his left was the kitchen which was spotless, no dishes in the sink, no food out on the counter, and even the trash seemed empty. The living room had only a single love seat in the corner, and the small table by the window had just one chair. There was no television or photo frames or personal decoration of any kind. The most personal thing about the room was the keyboard sitting in the center with several pages of filled staff paper resting against the stand.

It looked like a weigh station, a squatter’s abode. A place no one stayed in for long.

“Mark?” He turned his head at the sound of her soft footsteps coming out of the bathroom and found her looking at him from the other side of the living room. He was about to say something, hello maybe, but his words caught in his throat at the sight of her.

Y/N had apparently just stepped out of the shower because her hair was damp and dark, and the faint, clean smell of soap reached his nose. A loose white t-shirt hid the shape of her body and came to a stop halfway down her thighs, with a pair of shorts just peeking out from underneath. She was barefoot and barefaced and the only familiar thing about her was the bangle on her hand.

She looked…soft, and real. Not just another one of his dreams of an untouchable, unreachable girl, but someone he could hold.

“Hi,” Y/N smiled and tugged at her sleeve shyly, pulling Mark out of his thoughts. He suddenly recognized the shirt she was wearing – it was GOT7 merchandise, which drew a stupidly happy smile out of him too. And then, to his surprise, she crossed the room and slid her arms around him in a hug, tucking herself under his chin. Mark hid his smile in her shoulder as he automatically embraced her. She was so warm, and she fit perfectly against him, he realized smugly. “You’re early,” she said as she pulled back.

Mark cocked his head and checked his watch. “Actually, I’m fifteen minutes late,” he grinned apologetically.  

“Aish, really?” she ran a hand through her wet hair. “I must have lost track of time again, I’m sorry. I had someone over earlier today and I guess I got caught up.”

“It’s really fine, Y/N, don’t even worry.”

She was looking at him now with those eyes that made his fluttering, agitated soul calm, and the warmth on her face could have melted ice. “You’re the best, Mark. Okay, let me just change real quick, and we’ll head out.”

“Sounds good,” he nodded and let out a sigh of content as she walked back to her room. That is, until he saw the back of her shirt. Because right under the GOT7 logo was the name JACKSON.


[Never Ever - Mini Masterlist

Happy Easter, my friends! I’m a little tied up with being Responsible, so I’m not sure if I can post Part 3 of Never Ever as soon as I’d like. So to compensate, I thought I’d share this little clip from later in the story. This scene has been stuck in my head for a while, but I’m not sure if I totally love this direction of narrative or if this clip is even going to be included. Let’s pretend it’s a deleted scene or something for now haha, and the closer we get to the later chapters, the clearer it will be where I’m going with the story. Love you all <3

@the-porcelain-doll-xo this is for you because you gave me the Mark feels :’)