slapped across the face

Hey why does jojo have those two scenes. You know. Those two scenes. The first one with polnareff and the second one with hayato. Why do these scenes happen and where do i find araki to slap him across the face for making me look at this

anonymous asked:

What are your five longest fanfics?

Oh lord.

1. The North Remembers (ASOIAF, 617k words, literally slap me across the face with a dead fish if I ever write something this long again)

2. The Dark Horizon (OUAT/Black Sails, 459k words, THIS ONE IS MAKING A GOOD EFFORT TO GET THERE WELP)

3. Incarcerus (OUAT, modern vampire AU, 270k words)

4. The Lightbearers (OUAT/OUATIW, steampunk AU, 239k words)

5. Crimson (OUAT, 230k words, my first finished long CS fic, still oddly popular)

Imagine - Zach breaks up with you

Originally posted by pitterpratter

@thrtreasons Request: “pls zach x reader where they dated for a long time and they were super goals but then they broke up idk why and he’s still in love with her and you know he’s not doing well after the tapes and she notices and helps him?? i mean he tells her everything and thinks she’ll hate him etc anyway thank you💫”

It has been exactly one month since you and Zach have broken up, and it was over something extremely stupid. It was over an argument that the two of you had. An argument over the fact that you and Bryce were “too friendly with each other”. Clearly Zach had gone mad. Because you would never cheat on him, and certainly not with Bryce Walker. That guy was a complete asshole and a pervert. If anything, he was always flirting with you, even though you were dating one of his best friends. But you had no intention what so ever to cheat on Zach with Bryce. You loved Zach, you truly did. And he loved you, but clearly not as much as you though because he couldn’t see how it was not you being “too friendly” with Bryce but the other way around.

It has been a painful month for you after the break up. You and Zach were perfect for each other, in your eyes and in the eyes of most of the students at Liberty high. You two were the “IT” couple. Always the talk of the school on how cute the two of you were together and how others wished that they had what you and Zach had. Why did things have to end between the two of you. You remember the night where everything went downhill, like it was yesterday…

“I’m not ‘all over Bryce’ Zach! That’s ridiculous!” You yell.

You and Zach were sitting in your living. Your parents were gone for the weekend on some business trip and Zach had promise to keep you company in the time being. So he had come over to your house so the two of you could cuddle and watch some movies. But things turned south pretty quickly…

“Sure you’re not.” Zach scoffs “You two are always flirting with each other! And right in front of me too!” He booms out.

“You know I’m really surprised that you haven’t left me for him yet, slut…” He breathes out the last word that you nearly missed what he said.

But it’s too late. You heard it. And you have never been more humiliated and furious in your life.

You look at him straight in the eyes, seething, and slap him. Hard. Right across his face.

“You know what!? Fuck you Zachary!” You spit out. “I fucking hate you! Get out!”

Zach scoffs and then says with malice, “Sure, I’ll leave, but know this, we’re fucking done (Y/N). I don’t even know why I went out with such a slut like you in the first place.” Then Zach walks out your door.

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Imagine Tony going up and hanging with the Guardians for a while after Civil War and during his stay, he picks up a few of their,, like,, unusual alien mannerisms and stuff and so Rhodey and Peter are Super Freaked Out when he gets back home and starts greeting them by touching their noses and then sliding it up across their head like he was shown how to do on a planet he stayed at for a month, or how he had to be reminded that yes Tony you can eat your food warm that is how we do it on Earth remember, because for the past few weeks him and the guardians had had to eat their food icy cold.

And Tony can’t even be annoyed because holy fuck he’s literally been on other planets and overcome his worst fears and made some brilliant new friends and he’s just too fucking happy to care that he accidentally slapped Rhodey across the face in greeting yesterday because that’s just what you do on Morag, damn it, I’m sorry Rhodey-Bear please don’t hit me back your punches hurt-

dan and phil have been sharing so many sweet singapore photos with us, but can you imagine how many they haven’t shared? the ones that are just for them? dan probably has so, so many of phil that he browses late at night when he thinks phil is asleep beside him. and then he catches hold of a fleeting realization that slaps him across the face in full force–out of seven billion people, phil chose him, and chose to remain by his side for all these years. phil, too, enjoys flicking through his photos of dan, still continually surprised by this man with a love for aesthetics and memes, who sometimes closes himself off to the world but will always come right back to phil when he’s ready. phil’s watched him grow into the wonderful person he is today, and couldn’t be prouder that he’s finally sharing his true self with the world. their love really is one for the ages, and they wouldn’t change a single thing. and i think that’s absolutely beautiful.

Rhythm | Lee Joo Heon | One-Shot

jooheon (monstax) + you (reader)
word count: 7,233
warnings: i have no excuse for this flithy, graphic smut (that includes but is not limited to thigh riding, breath play, mild degradation, spanking, etc) and strong language (some slut shaming) and brief mentions of infidelity
a/n: i was inspired by the new mv and channeled that inspiration into a gang!au, bad boy jooheon sexy time fest and before you say anything yes i know he is a total squish in real life that’s why it’s called fiction :)

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epiphany | jungkook

Pairing: Jungkook + Reader 

Genre: Fluff + college au 

Word Count: 3.6k 

Part: | 1 | 2 |  

Summary: You hated his guts, especially after he ruined your chance at getting a good grade in one of your toughest classes. But why did your heart beat a little faster every time you saw him? And why did he feel the same way?

Reader’s POV

“I’m afraid I’m going to have to give you a failing grade, Y/N…” Mr.Ransford frowned,“ You should’ve saved your work somewhere separately you know?”

You gaped at him in complete shock, as everything came crashing down on you.

“B-but you don’t understand! It wasn’t my fault-” you stammered, your hands flailing around in a frenzy as you attempted to explain your dire situation to your psychology professor.

“Y/N, I’m sorry I’m afraid we can’t discuss this right now, I have a class in 2 minutes. We’ll talk later, hm?” he said as you sighed, your shoulders slumping in utter defeat.

He patted your shoulders in sympathy as you walked out of the door, tears welling up in your eyes as you thought of all your hard work that was now flushed down the drain. All because of one boy.

That damn Jeon Jungkook.

—-

“YAH!” you yelled, raging, as you approached the boys, a deadly glare in your eyes as you grabbed Jungkook by the collar of his tshirt. Pulling him up from the bleachers where him and the rest of his friends were sitting, all of them gasped, mouths going agape as they witnessed their golden maknae get manhandled by you.

“Y/N~What a pleasure,” Jungkook said, giving you a lazy smirk.

Your blood boiled at the audacity the boy had, to address you in such a way, after he had destroyed your chance at a good grade- heck a good year of college. Without thinking first, you lifted your hand and slapped him across the face, the contact shooting vibrations of pain down your arm as the noise echoed in the air. Immediate silence followed, everyone looking at the two of you with rounded eyes as Jungkook himself, was in shock.

You stood there, your chest rising up and down, breathing heavy as you glowered at him. His hands flew to his cheek as he let out a stream of curse words, his gaze landing on yours, fire kindling in his eyes as he reddened in embarrassment.

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Vax'ildan with his loved ones
  • Vax: [crying] I love you you are wonderful you're the best thank you so much for being in my life I don't know what I'd do without you you are my family you are wonderful
  • Vax: [slaps them across the face] okay bye fucker
YOU'RE THE OWN WHO TRIED TO PUNCH THE PRIEST IN THE FACE!

Alright, so a recent homebrew game had us in the time period of the Salem Witch trials and all three of my players managed to get the entire town to think that they were witches. Fittingly enough, only one of my players is actually a witch, my most experienced player was a werewolf, and our newest player was a thief. All three were gonna be burned the stake as night time fell, and here’s basically what happened with the WW.

DM(Me): The town’s people have surrounded you as you’re tied down. Many are shouting obscenities and several have found rotten fruit to throw at you. As the priest starts his bullshit speech about cleansing your souls you see the moon start to rise.

WW(OOC): Is it a full moon?

DM: Yes.

WW: Seeing the full moon I transform, breaking the ropes and start towards the priest. 

DM: Why the priest? 

WW: Because…well… Because I wanna kill the priest.

DM: *sigh* Alright roll for strength and dexterity.

WW fails both rolls almost with flying colors. 

DM: In your current form you stumble towards the priest who backs away out of fear. Snarling, you raise a clawed hand and swipe, only to miss his face by almost twelve inches. Your poor strike catches you off guard and this gives the town’s people to time gather more rope and tie you down more securely. You’ve ended up back where you’ve started and now they have a definite reason to kill you. 

Thief: Does one of them get close to me? Do they have any weapon?

DM: The one closest to you has a hunting dagger strapped to his belt. They were smart enough to tie your hands down so you can do nothing.

Thief: Can I kick him though?

DM: I-… *sigh* roll for accuracy. 

Thief ALSO fails his roll with almost flying colors.

DM: You reach out to kick the townsman where the sun doesn’t shine. Instead, all you do is graze his ass with your foot, and upon feeling it, he turns and slaps you across the face, before threatening to slit your throat before your burned. You’ve given them another reason to kill you. Again. During this… event… the moon has risen almost to its peak, and the town is ready to start your execution. Several of the men have lit torches and are starting towards where you stand, ready to burn the kindling.

Witch: Can I use an non-verbal spell?

DM: Ah, fuck it, sure. You have the ability.

Witch: Then I cast Group Teleport.

DM: Roll for Magic Strength and Distance.

Witch manages a decent first roll and a sorta shitty second.

DM: The three of you successfully teleport away from your death leaving the ropes behind. However, misjudge the distance and the spell only takes you about ten feet behind the towns people, and someone manages to see you. 

WW & Thief(unison): RUN!

And thus began a fifteen minute chase scene complete with a high cliff that almost killed the thief, a very confused dwarf that almost got trampled both by my adventurers and the townspeople, and an argument between the Witch and the Werewolf along the way about whose fault it was.

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If any of you start to whitewash Billy, Zack, Trini, or Kimberly, I will fight you. I will slap you across your little bitch face. I don’t care. Representation is very important. Don’t forget that. I feel like I shouldn’t have to say this, but I will anyways just to be careful. Also, don’t erase the fact that Billy is autistic and that Trini is LGBT. Both of those are VERY important reps.

DON’T ERASE IMPORTANT CHARACTER DETAILS SO THAT THEY CAN FIT YOUR IDEAS.

At Some Point in Season 3 Probably...

Lance: *is clinging to a severely injured Keith* Come on buddy, we’re almost back to the lions! We can do this!”

Black Paladin Keith: *in a weak voice* Lance…if I don’t make out of here….I want you…to lead…*is immediately slapped across the face* OW, FUCK! WHAT WAS THAT FOR?

Lance: FOR TRYING TO PULL A DAMN SHIRO! NOPE! NOT GOING TO HAPPEN. FUCK THAT.  WE’RE NOT GOING TO PULL ANOTHER ROUND OF MUSICAL LIONS BECAUSE OF YOU AND SHIRO’S HARD-ONS FOR DEATH AND INJURY.

Black Paladin Keith:……..I want you to lead Voltron.

Lance: DAMN IT!

The Only Exception (Part 8)

Summary: AU. Reader is given the task of running a popular love advice internet show when her coworker is fired. Her cynical attitude toward love makes her offer some harsh advice, and more than a few hearts are caught in the aftermath. Will hers be one of them?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,733

Warnings: language, fire, panic, dangerous situation, rescue, drinking, bad jokes, I’m off the handle because I no longer care

A/N: If you don’t like it, don’t read it. After the posts I saw last week that personally attacked me…I wish some people put half as much effort into helping others and the earth as they do being genuinely awful.

Anyways, it’s fiction.

Part - 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9

Originally posted by mizar113

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All I Want - Jughead Jones

 Request: Hii! Could you maybe do one with Jughead where he thinks he’s not good enough for the reader so he starts distancing himself from them and they confront him and then just fluff please? Thnxxx love your writing 💕

Why thank you little cinnamon roll! Hope I did your request justice :)

Warnings: swearing

Jughead Jones x Reader

OH AND ALSO, I have nothing against Reggie. Personally I think there should be more imagines and stuff for him. CHUCK on the other hand, I hate with a fiery passion. He can spontaneously combust for all I care.

Cheers to @satanwithstardust for being trash and reading stuff as always cos she smells. Oh and @betty-coopers-number-one-stan for being my new friend because I’m alone ;c eheheh ENJOY

Words: 3,014 (longest one yet yayay)

“How long have you two been dating now?” Veronica queried, as you walked down Riverdale High’s empty corridors with her by your side. She was of course, referring to the ‘Sad Breakfast Clubs’ power couple, you and Jughead Jones. 

A light blush creeped onto your cheeks as you responded. “A few months now,” You tried to play it off casually, acting like you didn’t know it had been exactly 3 months and 17 days since he’d mustered the courage to ask you out on a date to Pop’s. Everything had escalated from there and you’d never felt happier. He was your best friend and the one you loved, and in your eyes, there was nothing better than falling in love with your best friend. 

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Here’s the thing about selkies: they’re creatures of water. Our air is their water, in a way. Have you ever noticed how streams of water over your face make you blink and shut your eyes? The wind does the same thing to them.


If you ever see humans with eyes too big, too limpid, that cannot stay open against a gust, make sure you don’t fall in love.

It can be painful. Especially if they can never look at you.


I control the winds, you see. All the air that runs through this city (never mind its name) is mine while it is here. In a way, the life that lives here is mine, too. I am the gardener, you see.


I do not boast when I say I am the best gardener for miles. I sow more seeds, plant more things than the average green thumb could aspire to. I am the one who carries the pollen around, making more of the beautiful flora that this quaint little city is known for. I don’t bother the soils too much, instead blow fallen greenery into it. Fertile soils, you see. And I do more than that. I pick just the right plants so that there’s always flowers around, always light and joy. Just the right flowers that are always close at hand to spark the blossomings of romance. 


It is one of my hobbies (indeed there are many) to blow hair just the right way, to cause eyelashes to flutter, precious things snatched out of hands, blown just the right way, into the right hands. I am the reason the eyes meet, the reason for shy smiles and spontaneous offers of “Coffee, sometime?”


There is nothing I love more than watching love blossom among my loves, my loves that populate thus city with their busy, determined faces that would too easily forget to “Stop awhile, and smell the roses”, if I weren’t around to remind them.


So I sow my seeds and watch patiently as flowers and romance bloom hand in hand. Daffodils, Camellia and Bloodroot in spring, more Sunflowers that the eye can follow in summer, deep, red roses in the fall, and Snapdragons and Daisies to tide through the winter. I watch the flushed cheeks and wonder, with a bittersweet ache in my chest.


And then all of a sudden, cutting into my world like a winter wind, came Nerida. I watched with wonder the thick brown waves that flowed down her back, a flower I had never seen before in her hair. Waterborn. I wondered at how she could not hold her ground against even the tiniest of my breezes, blinking as if someone had thrown cold water across her face. But that was the thing. Cold water across her face wouldn’t even make her flicker. It was me. The deep rooted ancestral dislike of the air and those who breathed it. The fact that it felt like a slap across the face, even after the water had been diluted many, many times over with blood.


The bittersweet ache was replaced by a rush of a different kind of pain. The pain that tore and rented, fed you a mixture of hope and despair until there was only chaos, and only one thing to dispel it.


The flowers began to grow wild, and they were mixtures of flowers of celebration and mourning. The chaos was still beautiful, and I could see her watching it in delight. The flower in her hair never wilted.


I noticed something odd. She seemed to have taken it into her head that she would face the winds with a will. She would often sit in the midst of the clusters of flowers, forcing her eyes open, joy lighting up her face when she managed to keep it up a little longer than the last time.


How could I stay away? I began to help her with her struggle, starting with just whiffs of wind that got stronger and stronger, until nothing short of a gust could make her press the long lashes together.


As I watched the joy move across her face (I would never tire of that), she looked straight up at me and smiled. The rush that went through me blew her eyes shut, but they were open again in an instant. She spoke to me as only selkies and cats can, with a drawn out blink that means more than words ever could, and confers worlds. I could feel the flowers rejoicing around me as I blinked slowly, rapturously back.


Ooh, I really wanted to get in on the selkies fun like everyone else, and this time I finally could, thanks to @caffeinewitchcraft. Of course, it’s nowhere near as moving as her story with Isolde (I still fangirl over that), but perhaps a little story to make your day a little brighter. *stares longingly into the sunset, wishing for a love life* Hope you guys have fun!!!

Some anti-Autism Speaks memes...did ‘em for fun.

Use these to annoy Autism Speaks supporters.

[Image is the Batman and Robin meme, a comic panel of Batman slapping Robin across the face. Robin’s speech bubble has white text outlined in blue saying “#LightItUpBlue for autism awareness!” while Batman’s speech bubble has white text outlined in red saying “#RedInstead for autism acceptance!”]

[Image is the Autism Speaks logo with a Scumbag Steve hat pasted over the blue puzzle piece. Top text says “Is supposed to support autistic people” and the bottom text says “Ignores autistic voices.” The text is white with a black outline.]

[Image is the Autism Speaks logo with a Scumbag Steve hat pasted over the blue puzzle piece. Top text says “Makes tons of money every year” and the bottom text says “Gives 4% to services for autistic people.” The text is white with a black outline.]