so aim for the head

If Lance ever betrays the paladdins (and I hope to God he does if he just spends all of season 3 squawking and moaning every time Keith and Allura make eyes at each other)

Imagine him fighting against Pidge. She tries to dodge his attacks, but he moves with terrifying speed with lethal accuracy. Before she knows it, she’s shot and bleeding on the floor. He sneers down at her
“You have no idea how many times I’ve imagined this, Katie!” He spits her name out like it’s acid.
“I can’t tell you how many times I asked myself why I always stepped in to protect a snot-nosed brat like you whenever you mouthed off at the garrison”
He jams the end of his rifle into the wound on her shoulder and grins at the sound of her scream.
“Why was I putting my neck out for a scumbag who thought they were too good to give me so much as the time of day, outside the simulater?”
He stops smirking and rams the weapon deeper
“Do you have any idea what it’s like to work your ass off for something and be told every third second that you don’t deserve it?”
His eyes turn murky from the memory and he fires the gun on reflex, and blood is rapidly pooling on the floor, mixing with Lance’s tears of rage.
“AND THEN YOU FIND OUT THAT SOME GIRL GOT INTO THE GARRISON JUST TO PLAY MULAN, WITHOUT ANY TROUBLE WHATSOEVER, WHILE YOU HAD TO BE CONSTANTLY REMINDED THAT EVEN AFTER WORKING TOOTH AND NAIL, YOU ONLY MADE THE CUT BECAUSE SOME LOSER WITH A MULLET WANTED TO PLAY CONSPIRACY THEORIST?”
He pulls his mouth back into a distorted grimace and repositions the rifle so that he’s aiming for her head.
“If I had to paint the floor with anybody’s brain matter, Id prefer it to be Keith’s. But until I’ve got his freaky subhuman self in my sights, I’ll make do with you”

Data
A House Divided- Avengers x Reader(f)

Authors notes: I don’t really know where this came from but here it is haha

Notes/Warnings: Major character deaths (but not really), guns (but not really) violence (okay, yeah its a little tense)

Originally posted by there-and-always-back-again

Captain America paced in the small conference room, pinching the bridge of his nose. “This is going to tear us apart.” He sighed.

 “Maybe,” Natasha said plainly. “But it has to be done.” She pulled back the hammer on her gun and held it in front of her as she headed out of the glass doors cautiously. “They chose their sides and they knew what it meant.”

 Cap picked up his weapon and huffed. He pressed a hand to his ear to use the coms to speak to the rest of the team. “Alright, everyone, keep your eyes out and watch your six.”

 “Cap,” Sam replied from under a desk in Tony’s lab. “I’ve got movement up stairs near the bar. I think someone is in the vents.”

 “That’s gotta be Clint.” Natasha chimed in as she ran towards the common room. “I’ll take him out.”

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You Again?

Originally posted by rackhamrogue

Summary: After reuniting with your father, Rick, Negan pays Alexandria a visit. Rick hasn’t informed you about the notorious psychopath with a baseball bat, but once he greets you, you are completely aware of who he really was previously; your high school gym coach.

Warnings: Language, Negan’s vulgar mentions.

Reader is over eighteen in flashback.

Not condoning relationships like these, just for entertainment.


You instantly fluttered your weary eyes open as the familiar smell of freshly cooked bacon filled your nostrils. A sigh escaped your full lips as you positioned your body the opposite direction to face the clock. It read; 11:50PM. “What the hell?” You muttered in annoyance as your feet came in contact with the hard wood flooring. Your father was apparently whipping up breakfast at midnight.

You didn’t know much about Rick, other than the fact he was your father. Your mother decided to leave him at a young age, because in her point of view, she wasn’t ready to be tied down. So, from the ages 5 to 21, you went without a male figure in your life. Because of that, you didn’t exactly care for your mother. Awful to say, but she just wasn’t cut out to be a mom. You were sick of not having a responsible parent in your life so you went to where she said your father would be, Alexandria; a small area in Georgia. It has been a total of two weeks since you’ve stayed with him, and you could finally say you had a father, even if there’s not much people to tell because of the apocalypse.

You walked downstairs to find your father munching a bacon sandwich, pairing it with a glass of whiskey. You snickered in amusement at the sight, covering your mouth at the sudden sound you didn’t mean to make. He quickly glanced at the end of the staircase to find you with a silly grin plastered along your face. “Laughin’ at me, kid? Here, have a sandwich, but don’t touch the whiskey. Even if you’re twenty three, I don’t like seeing you drink.” He replied in a joking manner, chuckling as he grabbed the plate of cooked bacon that was placed on a paper towel that was now soaked with grease.

You mentally gagged at the sight but showed no disgust to spare his feelings. “Uh, no thank you Rick - I mean, dad. It’s a little to late for me to be eating.” You corrected yourself with a apologetic grin.

You watched as he returned the genuine smile, nodding his head in acceptance. “That’s okay sweetheart. I’ll save this for you and Carl in the morning.”

“Thanks.”

You couldn’t believe your step brother was still sleeping with the aroma of bacon in the house, but after him trying to score a date with Enid all day, you understood it was probably pretty tiring for the poor kid. 

He walked towards the door as he slipped a flannel along his torso. “You can go back to bed if you want. I’m sorry if I woke you. I’m going out for a little bit if that’s alright.” He responded, awaiting your approval.

You instantly nodded your head, placing your hand on the railing of the staircase. “That’s fine dad. See you in the morning.”

He simply smiled happily at your new nickname for him and shut the door, heading to wherever Michonne was.

You knew he was visiting her every night and staying with her which made you pleased. You adored Michonne at first meeting. She had that wonderful motherly vibe to her that you appreciated and was desperate to have.

-

Your eyes shot open at the sudden loud interruption from downstairs. You were positive your father wasn’t back already, considering he usually spends the night with Michonne. But who else would it be ransacking downstairs in the kitchen? 

You slyly grabbed your pistol from the nightstand drawer and tip toed downstairs to see the action play before your eyes. You gripped the weapon as you aimed your head towards the kitchen so you could see from an angle.

You covered your mouth in fright as you saw a tall, slender man with dark hair slicked back, dressed in a leather jacket and black slacks. What troubled you most was the bat covered in barbed wire draped across his shoulder as he plundering through the refrigerator.

“What the fuck are you doing in here?!” You bowelled as you cocked the gun towards him with a look of disgust.

He jolted as if he were alarmed by the sound of your voice, placing his hands up in surrender with a smirk plastered across his face once his eyes met yours. “Mmm baby doll, I didn’t quite catch who you are. I’ve never saw you around here before. What’s your damn name?” He inquired flirtatiously.

The man didn’t know you, you had a gun aimed at him, and he still wanted in your pants?

Your eyes widened at the familiar resemblance once his eyes scanned over yours. C-Coach Negan?”


You stretched your acing muscles as you placed your weight onto your hand which gripped your friend, Angela’s, shoulder. “He is so much better than high school boys, Ang.” Your teeth came in contact with your bottom lip as you bit down hard, staring at the older man instructing another student from the bleachers.

“Kid, I don’t give a fuck if your mom says you can play basketball. You can’t dunk, pass, or dribble for shit.” He exclaimed bluntly as he forcefully returned the ball towards the player which hit him in the shoulder causing the rest of the classmates to laugh in amusement.

Angela snorted, “He’s pretty hot but definitely an asshole,”

As his eyes scanned you from head to toe, she fake winced in pain as she stretched her lengthily leg too far causing her to curse, trying to get coach's’ attention. “Watch and learn.”

Coach Negan’s gaze shifted towards the two of you causing your heart to race. “You girl’s okay?” He climbed across the bleachers which was a struggle for his long legs.

She shook her head, displaying false pain as he sat below the two of you. “I think I pulled a muscle, Coach.”

“Shit Angela, you gotta be careful.” He began to massage the calve, all the way up to her upper thighs with swift motions. 

Your mouth practically watered at the sight as you imagined it was you.

He playfully slapped her knee as he was finished. “You’re good to go. I suggest you don’t fake it this time.” A smirk toyed upon his lips as his chocolate eyes were fixed on yours.

“(Y/N), how about you come down here and we’ll work on your stretching. You really can’t even stretch for shit.” He chuckled loudly as he extended his hand towards you making you gulp nervously, taking his hand which felt like electricity running through your veins.

He gave your hips a light squeeze as he pulled you onto the gym floor making you softly gasp.

“Now, try and stretch your leg over your head.” He requested as he folded his arms across his broad torso, placing the clip chart with everyone’s attendance onto a random seat.

You scoffed, “How the hell am I suppose to do that?”

His throat vibrated against your shoulder as he chuckled softly. “Lift your leg up.” He purred into your ear as you obeyed, your heart pounding faster in excitement.

He gripped your thigh as you lifted your aching leg higher and higher making a soft moan travel from your lips as he helped you.

“Don’t get too excited, we’re on school grounds.” He groaned as he squeezed your shoulders, quickly pulling away as a group of students passed by.

You felt embarrassed. He most likely thought of you as a kid even if you were nineteen years old, the oldest in his class.

Maybe all the touching was just a joke? But those looks weren’t. They were looks of pure lust. He couldn’t joke that. Even Angela admitted he was staring so hard during one game that another teacher had to get his attention to focus. The idea sounded wrong but you were a consenting adult and so was he.

“(Y/L/N), help me place all the basketballs in the storage room. Your ass sure needs more points.” He pointed out as he gestured towards the hall where the room was located.

Angela smirked at you with a supporting nod as you glanced her way.

“Come on.” He instructed in a more stricter tone causing you to jog his way.

“Sorry Coach.” You smirked seductively at him once his eyes met yours.

“Oh, you’re fucking pushing it.” He pushed your body against the wall once the coast was clear.

“C-Coach..” You whimpered as you wrapped your arms along his torso.

“Listen, I don’t mess with kids. Considering you’re nineteen, you’re an adult. Though, the school doesn’t give a shit and they’d still fire me. Just promise you won’t tell anyone?”

You instantly nodded as you crashed your lips onto his, feeling as this is what you’ve waited so long for.

A throaty groan escaped from his lips as he continued to press his soft lips onto yours, snaking his arms along your small frame.

“This, is this what you’ve been waiting for?” He hissed, squeezing your waist as his lips explored yours excitedly.

You eagerly nodded until he pulled away, his finger coming in contact with your bottom lip as he stopped you. “To be continued.”

After that experience, it was continued multiple times. Coach Negan became closer to you until a student reported the taboo behavior between the two of you. They had no evidence so the school dropped it and warned him. He informed you he could no longer be around you without wanting more, so he quit his job as a gym teacher to be a cars sales man. It practically devastated you.


Negan’s eyes lit up with joy as his eyes scanned the young woman who was so prominent in his past life. His life before it all fucked up. “(Y/N), shit, I knew that was you.” He responded happily as he pulled you onto a tight hug.

You smiled as you embraced the older man. “I have to say, I missed your smart ass telling me I suck at everything.”

He chuckled loudly, placing his hands on your wide hips. “I didn’t half recognize you without those tight little gym shorts on, doll.”

You blushed, shifting your attention towards the floor until his fingers lifted your chin. “I’ve missed you, doll. Not just screwing around in that tiny storage room, really you.”

You giggled at his same dialogue. “I’ve missed you too. I apologize for how.. uh..” You searched for a word. “How naughty I was back then.”

He laughed softly, dragging your bottom lip. “Good times.” He whispered seductively.

You leaned in, pressing your lips onto his which caused him to squeeze your hour glass shaped waist.

He gripped your hair gently as he continued to kiss your familiar lips. “To be continued.” He chuckled against your lips causing you to roll your eyes at his usual catch phrase.

“I didn’t miss that phrase.”

You two joined in laughter until a knock interrupted. “I’m home sweetheart.” Rick’s voice shouted.

Originally posted by scruffy-negan

The Mistress - Optional Bias

Author’s Note: If I could explain to you guys how long it took me to write this! LOL! I worked hard on it. It’s a little different from my usual themes (Dom!OC/Sub!Bias whaaaat?!), but I had a lot of fun writing it. Thank you again for all your patience! It means so much :) I hope you like it! 


It is a truth universally acknowledged that people in high power positions tend to be very submissive in bed. It made sense. They spent their entire day making big decisions, high stress jobs that required 100% of their attention. It was only natural that in bed, they wanted to give up that control and let someone else be in charge of making them cum. He was no different. As one of the youngest and most prominent CEOs in South Korea, he spent many nights in compromising positions, tied up, pinned down, and so fucked out that it was impossible to count his orgasms.

You glanced up from your book at the clock nonchalantly. He always arrived at 11 pm. Sometimes he’d come once a month, other times he’d come every night of the week, but every session began at 11 pm. You’d give him another fifteen minutes. No sooner had the thought entered your mind did you hear the distinct knock of the infamous CEO. You laughed to yourself. He was the definition of punctual.  

“Come in.” you said. The door slowly creaked open as he walked in, smiling shyly as he entered your apartment.

“Sorry I’m late.” He began. “I had to –“

“Stop talking. Take off your clothes.” You interrupted. His mouth snapped shut, but he did as he was told. He began undressing quickly, articles of clothing flung haphazardly in any direction in record speed. You fought the urge to laugh as you sauntered over to him, your heels clicking loudly on the floor.

“You kept me waiting.” You said simply.

“I’m sorry Mistress.” He said softly. You clicked your tongue disapprovingly. You pressed a hand to his chest and slid it down his torso, your nails raking across his skin, before cupping him firmly between his legs. His head rolled back with a shaky exhale.

“You know I’m going to have to punish you.” You said, smiling at the visible shiver that went down his body and the way his cock began to twitch before your eyes.

“Yes.” He answered with a slight nod of his head. You slapped him across the face, not hard enough to hurt but enough to get his attention. “Yes Mistress!” He quickly corrected.

“That’s better.” You said, rewarding him with a few pumps along his cock. You gently tugged him by his cock further into the room, stopping when you reached the bed and pushed him down on his back. He scooted back until he reached the head of the bed. You smiled at his compliance as you straddled his hips and reached up to handcuff his wrists to the bed. He watched anxiously as you secured him to the bed, his dick pressing against your thigh impatiently. You intentionally grinded against him, the only barrier between you being the thin lace panties you were wearing. He groaned deeply and bucked his hips up towards you. You leaned forward, placing kisses along his neck and jawline.

“Are you going to be a good boy for me?” you asked, your breath ghosting over his ear. He ran his tongue along his lips and nodded.

“Yes mistress.” He whimpered, his cock twitching under you. You pressed a quick kiss to his lips before jumping off of him, leaving him tied and hard on the bed.

“Where are you going?” he asked, the alarm in his voice almost pathetic. You giggled calmly.

“We’ll need some lube, won’t we?” you said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. After fetching the lube from the bedside table, you climbed onto the bed and situated yourself between his legs.  You spread his legs and kissed up his inner thighs. You stopped, maintaining eye contact with him, and enveloped him whole. His eyes widened in shock before they rolled to the back of his head.

“FUCK!” he yelled out as his head slammed back into the pillow. You chuckled with him inside your mouth, the vibrations added a new sensation. You pulled back to the tip, swirling your tongue around his slit, and lowering back down until you felt his cock hit the back of your throat. You continued between deep throating him and teasing the tip of his cock until a string of moans and the clinks of the handcuffs filled the room. You pulled back, pressing the tip of your finger against his entrance. He jerked in surprise, his cock twitching in your mouth in response. You leaned down and kissed his hip soothingly.

“Relax baby.” You cooed. You waited until you could feel his muscles relax before taking him in your mouth again.  You slowly slipped a finger to the knuckle, keeping the same pace as your mouth. He moaned loudly, his teeth sinking deep into his bottom lip, unsure of which way to move. You added a second finger, curving them over his prostate while your tongue flicked over the slit of his cock. He thrashed against the bed, screaming your name.

“I’m…I’m gonna cum—” he moaned. You pulled your mouth and fingers away, squeezing the base of his cock to ward off his orgasm. He bucked his hips, desperate for any friction that might help him over the edge, but to no avail. The frustration and disappointment in his voice gave you a giddy sense of joy.

“Do you need to cum?” you asked sweetly, your grip still snug on the base of his cock.

“Yes, please.” He said, still breathless as beads of sweat began to run down his forehead.

“Well, that’s too bad.” You said, nipping at his earlobe. “You’re only allowed to cum when I say.” you said firmly in his ear.  

You waited until his breathing returned to normal before starting again. You took his cock in your mouth again, alternating between sucking and licking, while you thrust your fingers in and out of him at a steady rate.  By his fourth orgasm denial, there were tears in his eyes.

“Shit…I’m so close” he sputtered under his breath, his eyes shut tight. “Can I please cum? Please?” he whined. You pulled your mouth away, giving the swollen head of his cock a light lick.

“Yes, you can cum.” you said as you grabbed his cock and pumped it in rhythm with your fingers. High pitched moans and deep growls flowed as his hips bucked wildly.

“That’s it, baby, cum for me.” you urged. His jaw dropped and his head fell back as spurts of cum shot across his abdomen and chest. He collapsed down on the bed, the handcuffs barely supporting his arms. You continued to milk him for all he was worth until he began to pull away from you.  

“Thank you, Mistress.” He said, his voice barely audible. You let him take a few deep breaths before getting up from the bed. You grabbed a towel and wiped your hands before sloppily wiping the loads of cum from his chest. Tossing the towel to the side of the room, you slowly slid down your panties and reached down to massage your clit. HIs eyes were trained on you, dark with lust.

“I think you need to make me cum. Right now.” You said. His eyes locked on your dripping center. He reached up and licked across your folds eagerly. He reached up to grab your thighs as best he could against the handcuffs. You lifted yourself away from his mouth and pinned his hands down firmly.

“Did I say you could touch me?” you scolded “Use your tongue.” You ordered. He nodded and swept his tongue across your clit in a way that made you arch your back with a moan. He smiled and continued to lap at your clit, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud.

“Good boy.” You moaned. You reached up and unhooked your bra, pinching your nipples and tweaking them. He moaned into your pussy at the sight. His wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked harshly, making you scream out in pleasure. Your fingers reached down and buried themselves in his soft hair. You leaned back, running your hands down his body and taking hold of his cock. He was already hard again. You ran your thumb over his slit, eliciting a strained moan from him.

“You get off on pleasing me, don’t you.” You asked.

“Yes Mistress.” he nodded, his tongue flicking ceaselessly against your clit.

“That’s it. Keep sucking my pussy like the naughty slut you are.” you moaned. You began to roll your hips on his tongue, eager to reach your own orgasm. He relaxed his jaw and let you grind against his hot mouth until you were tensing up and coming undone over him. He continued with soft licks, helping you along, until you’d come down from your high.

“Would you like to fuck me now?” you asked as you slid down his body, siting just above his erection.

“God yes!” he groaned. “Please.” He wasted no time, his hands coming out to take hold of your waist. His lips latched to your neck and began to mark you.

“Condoms are in the bedside table.” you moaned. He rolled over, quickly ripped open a foil packet and sheathed himself. You shimmied down and lined him up with your entrance. You both moaned in unison as you sat down on his dick, not stopping until he bottomed out. You reached out and gripped his shoulders, holding on as you glided up at a glacier pace before slamming back down on him.  

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He groaned, rolling his hips to meet you thrust for thrust. With this new angle, every bounce had him brushing against your sweet spot. His lips came up and wrapped around your nipple, gently biting down and swirling his tongue around the nub. It was almost too much for you.

“Mmm…I’m gonna cum.” You warned. His fingers began circling your clit as you bounced wildly. You screamed as your inner muscles tightened around him and bringing him towards his own orgasm. His grip on your ass tightened as he emptied himself into the condom, dropping his forehead into the crook of your neck to catch his breath. A few halfhearted thrusts later and you were both spent, leaning on each other for support.

He kissed your shoulder, your collarbone, the darkening mark on your neck, and aimed for your mouth. You turned your head so that his lips would land on your cheek instead. You climbed off of him and threw your legs to the side of the bed, slipping out of those heels before walking to the adjoining bathroom to clean up.

You could feel the jolts of pleasure as you walked, the tiniest of movements still managing to stimulate you. You slowly wiped your face, fixing your smudged eyeliner and lipstick and smoothed down your wild hair (tasks that would normally take you 30 seconds stretched to five minutes). You walked back into the room to find the CEO carefully putting his clothes back on.

“Um…thank you.” he said, his cheeks flushing. You smiled endearingly at him. How could he possibly be embarrassed after an hour of fucking?

“No problem.” You said nonchalantly. He looked…cute. All the worry lines and stress induced wrinkles were smoothed out in his afterglow. You low key wanted him to spend the night, to sleep in his arms and wake up to that messy hair.

“Have dinner with me tonight.” he said rather than asked, his sudden change back to professional demeanor bringing you out of your daydream. He asked every time he came over and every time you said no. You didn’t want the type of life he was offering. And he knew that. You shook your head and pulled the sheet tighter around your body. He walked over to you, closing the space between the two of you before you could stop him.

“Then at least let me kiss you.” He said. Your eyes widened as you shook your head. Kissing him would make this mean something. Kissing him would unleash all the feelings you’d been trying to keep at bay.

“Just one kiss.” He said, tilting your chin up so that you couldn’t look at anything expect him. He leaned in slowly and pressed his lips to yours gently, giving you the opportunity to break the kiss if you wanted. When you made no attempt to stop him, he cupped the sides of your face, deepening the kiss as if he’d been saving it after every dirty word, every hook up, and every orgasm. His tongue glided over yours, his tastes mingling on yours in this new, intimate way. You hadn’t been kissed like that before in your life and it made you yearn for more. You weren’t ready for him to pull away, but he did. He winked down at you, managing to make you blush. He put his jacket back on and kissed your forehead once more before leaving your apartment. You smiled as you locked the door behind him. He hadn’t been gone for 30 seconds before he came knocking on your door again.

“Did you forget something?” you asked. He shook his head.

“Same time tonight?” he asked.

“Yeah, sure.” You answered.

“Great. I’ll bring dinner to you. Wear some cute pajamas.” He said with a proud smirk. He waved before you closed the door in his face, rolling your eyes and unable to wipe that stupid smile off your face.

009. hogwarts!jimin

009. I saved a piece for you.
Pairing: Hogwarts!Jimin x Reader
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I knew the kid would purposely do so to annoy you, so…


As you walked towards your usual compartment on board the Hogwarts Express, you could hear a set of boisterous laughter very much familiar to your ears. Merlin, you thought, those boys are way too loud for normal ears. As you had suspected, you slid into the compartment to find Jimin and Taehyung engaged in a friendly banter, sweets scattered all around them.

“There you are, y/n,” Taehyung chimed, raising an eyebrow whilst staring at you, “I thought you missed the train or something.”

“You wish, Tae,” you replied, rolling your eyes while sitting beside Jimin, the Slytherin boy pulling you close almost immediately, his arm wrapped around your torso as you leaned against his side. “I just went to the loo first.”

“Besides, if she did miss the train,” Jimin joined in, smirking lightly, “I would be off the train right now to pick her up.”

“And get us both in detention for illegal and underage driving of magic cars?” you challenged him, smirking back. “I don’t know about you, but I’m aiming for Head Girl next year so I have a perfect record to keep. I don’t really mind if you’re not Head Boy, though.”

“Is that so?” Jimin chuckled lowly, his eyes going dark for a moment, “Last I checked, I have a higher chance than you in becoming a Head.”

“What is this sexual tension,” Taehyung groaned loudly. “Get a room, you two.”

You laughed at the Hufflepuff’s antics while Jimin shot him a glare, and soon the two were caught up in a staring game like the pair of children they were. Noticing the sweets around them, you started scavenging for Liquorice Wands, but could not find any.

“Tae did you finish all the wands again?” you shot Taehyung a glare, to which he replied with a shrug. “I’m pretty sure I’ve told you more than thrice to leave some for me.”

“Can’t help it, y/n,” he replied nonchalantly, “Those wands are too good to share with others.”

You let out a groan and stood up to find the trolley lady to grab yourself more candies, when a hand grabbed onto your slender wrist and pulled you down again.

“I know the kid would purposely finish the wands to annoy you,” Jimin started, smiling softly whilst swiftly ignoring a cry from Taehyung to not call him ‘kid’. “So, I saved a piece for you.”

Jimin produced a wand from behind his back, and boy, he loved the way your face lit up brighter than the lumos charm, the way a huge a smile spread onto your face and most of all, he loved the way you pecked him lightly on the cheek before eagerly – he would almost say that you looked like a child, but he wouldn’t risk a silencio coming his way – tearing the wrapping and eating the candy.

“Whipped,” Taehyung snickered as he watched Jimin’s facial expression, but soon shut up after you casted a silencio to quiet him down.  

Because I am never going to have the energy to draw this but I’ve been thinking about it since Friday and it won’t leave my head:

Jen: Oh, DAY-AY-UMN~ It is kind of a sausage party in here. FOR THE RECORD, *Points at David* Would hit it. *Points at Gwen* Would hit it. *Points at Campbell* Would hit it. *Points at Quartermaster* Hard pass, haha!

Quartermaster: Cameron…who is this…person?

Cameron: This is Jen, my new counselor! She used to work at a nearby camp before it got shut down!

David: A camp that got shut down? But that sounds like-

Daniel: *pops up behind him* Oh, YEAHHHHHH~! She’s my former co-counselor. My bestie from camp, the apple of my eye, the bullet to my gun aimed at some poor shmuck’s head. Campbell, thank you so much for hiring her. Even thought she is *leans close to David’s ear in the most annoying fashion* THE WORRRRRRRST~~! She is the worst person in the entire world. Total skank, can’t even draw a pentagram properly. But thank you, means a lot!

Cameron: Of course! Can’t say no to two counselors with plenty of experience.

David: *leaning away from Daniel* Does it have to be these two counselors?

Jen: Oh, hey, boss man, that reminds me; I need to leave early today because my shrink got me and him tickets to a concert. And I already committed to that so if you say I can’t go, it’d be like you’re taking something away from me.

Gwen: Actually, sir, we really do need her to stay and help-

Jen: I totally hear you, I also don’t like what you’re saying. So if you say no, sir, I WILL sacrifice a camper to Satan in the bathroom.

Cameron: Well, I can’t say no to that, can I?

Daniel: What did I tell you? *Leans close to David again* The WORRRRRRST~~

(x)

fin du monde dans nos paumes

Pairing: Sormik
Rating: T
WC: 2181
Category: hurt/comfort; fluff
TWs: mild body horror (sprouting wings)
AU: tainted AU
Notes: i love ignoring any mechanics anyway i just wanted some h/c so here take it i love tainted au

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The realization doesn’t come slowly, or even over time. There are no warning bells, nor any flags. It just hits him, harder than any strike of a Hellion ever could.

Sorey’s look, genuinely scared, aimed at him is stronger than any of them combined.

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How the Batboys would react to their s/o dying the same way they did- Jason Todd

You frowned at the sight of Gotham’s most hated and feared clown, the Joker.  He and his deranged girlfriend, Harley, have been wreaking havoc ever since they broke out of Arkham Asylum. AGAIN.  You were tired of this bullshit, and Jason was, too.  The “no killing” rule was starting to get on your nerves, even if you weren’t apart of the great Bat Family.  A mercenary like yourself shouldn’t even be close to them, but ever since you met Jason when you were training with the All Caste.  You joined him when he formed The Outlaws, and stood by his side when the team fought against the Untitled. After that, you and Jason returned to Gotham and found out that the clown prince broke out once again.  You were on strict orders to observe and report their actions from daddy Bats, but he never said you couldn’t use a sniper to watch him.  Currently, he was joyriding in a stolen vehicle and causing mayhem on the streets.  You couldn’t see Harley in the car with him, but you knew that she would soon appear.

“(S/H/N) to Red Hood, the Joker is in my sights, but Harley hasn’t shown up yet,” you spoke through the comm.

“Copy that.  I’m about a few minutes from your position, I’ll catch up with you soon,” Jason said.

“See you soon.”

You started running across the rooftops and following the speeding car. When you were falling behind, you grappled from building after building, and shot a tracking device on the trunk.  You smirked and linked the tracking device to Jason’s gear, knowing that he would like to know where the maniac is.  The tracking device led you to a shutdown amusement park, which you thought was a waste of space.  Why is there so much wasted space in Gotham?  You knew that tons of money went to crime lords and corrupt politicians and businessmen, so that was one of the many reasons Gotham was wasting away.  You landed on top of an attraction that had the perfect cover for keeping an eye on the Joker.

“Oh Harley, I’m home!”

You frowned when Harley didn’t appear to welcome her lover home.  Footsteps behind you made you realize that this was a trap.  You turned around and had a mallet hit you right on the side of your head.  You collapsed on the ground and tried to pull yourself up, but the world was spinning too much.

“Nighty night, sweetie!”

———————

You groaned when you regained consciousness, the pounding in your head and nausea informing you that you have a concussion.  The ringing in your ears did not help you focus, but you were able to take in the scene around you.  You were on the floor inside one of the attractions at the amusement park, but you didn’t feel any rope or handcuffs on your wrists or ankles.  You tried to move your arm, even to just twitch your finger, but your whole body was paralyzed.  You steadied your breathing, knowing that keeping calm is the best thing you could do right now.  You could see all of your weapons on a table at the far corner of the room, but you knew that you still had your tracking device embedded in your arm.  It would take a lot to brake that device, and you knew that Jason was on his way.  After a few minutes, laughter could be heard from behind you.  The laughter grew until you heard a door squeaking behind you, hinting that you are in some deep shit right now.

“Look, Harley, the little hero is awake!!” Joker cackled.

When he was in your line of vision, he was swinging a crowbar and whistling a tune you weren’t familiar with.  You felt your heart beat faster and faster as he inched closer to you with the crowbar in hand. You willed yourself to move, but you only managed to twitch your index finger slightly.  Harley grabbed your limp arms and cuffed your hands to chains hanging off of the ceiling.  You were on your knees with your hands suspended in the air when the first swing from the crowbar connected with your stomach.  His cackles overpowered your gasps and heavy breathing.

“It’s been awhile since I’ve done this, but I think I’m getting the hang of this!” he said and swung the crowbar at you again, hitting your ribs over and over again.

The beatings continued for what seemed like hours, but you knew it was only a few minutes.

“Puddin’, he’s almost here!” Harley shouted, interrupting Joker’s swing.

“Oh well, looks like we’re cutting our playtime short,” he chuckled and walked over to the door.  “I definitely had a bomb, but I guess I had a little bit more fun than you.  You are awfully quiet, but I guess it’s just your brooding character.”

The door was slammed shut, leaving you alone in the room beaten and broken.  You were finally able to move your fingers and pick the locks on the cuffs.  You fell face first onto the ground, but you were able to slowly crawl to the door despite your broken ribs and injuries.  You were able to reach the handle of the door, but it was locked.  A sharp pain erupted in your arm and you retracted it away from the handle, knowing that Jason would soon be here to save you.  You heard a beeping noise and froze.  Once you gained the courage, you slowly looked over to your left and saw a bomb timed to go off in a minute.  You placed your hand on the door behind you and pulled yourself up, wincing when the pain was too much.  You went to the table that had your weapons as quickly as you could and returned to the door.  The timer had thirty-eight seconds left when you shot the handle off and rammed into the door.  You lost your balance and fell onto the floor once again, but you refused to give up.  You pulled yourself up again and used the wall for balance to escape as fast as you could.  When you were finally able to see the exit, you were relieved to know that this was almost over.   You clutched onto your gun and continued to the exit until a gunshot echoed throughout the hall.  You collapsed and screamed, the pain erupting from your abdomen flooded your senses.

“I just knew you were going to escape!” Joker stated and aimed the gun to your head, “I am so glad I stuck around to see your last moments.”

You gave Joker a bloody smile before shooting him right in between his eyes, “If I’m going, I’m taking you with me you psychotic piece of shit.”

You tossed your gun to the side and leaned your head up against the wall.  You knew that your time was up, and all you had on your mind was Jason.  A few tears slid down your cheeks as you thought about the future the two of you wanted but will never get.

“I’m sorry, Jason.”

Jason was only a few feet away from the entrance when the building exploded and went up in flames.  He was knocked down by the force of the explosion and screamed your name.  Once he was back on his feet, he ran into the building and found your bleeding body right near the Joker’s dead body, which he left to burn in the flames.  He cradled your broken body and immediately checked for a pulse, but found nothing.  He ripped his helmet off and tossed it to the side.  His blue eyes looked at your injuries and knew that there was no way to revive you.  He wiped the tears off of your face, only to have his own replace yours.  He knew that he shouldn’t have involved you in this.   He knew that he should have left you with Roy when Bruce called him.  He looked back at the burning attraction, feeling relieved that Joker was finally dead.  His heart breaking overpowered that feeling, making it useless to find the pros of your death.  He knew that you would tell him to move on, but he couldn’t.  He gathered your body in his arms and contacted Roy, telling him of the new mission that required his expertise.  Jason knew the consequences of using the Lazarus Pit, but you were stronger than he ever was.  

anonymous asked:

AU: "Dont make me come in there, Veronica, I'm gonna count to three! One, two-" the closet door opened slowly, almost hesitantly, and her pale face appeared in the shadows looking up at him with unmasked fear but something else too, something JD couldn't quite place. "Okay, JD… okay." she said, her breathing uneven. "Please- please can all of this just end now? No more violence, can we just… run away together? Please?" tears streaked her face and she collapsed into his arms. (1/2)

He blinked twice and swallowed. Staring down at Veronica, his beautiful Veronica, who had started sobbing against him he felt his stomach drop and guilt washed over him. Absently, he stroked her hair, and his arms tightened around her as he pondered the thought of running away. No more violence, no more killing… if it fixed what he had broken with Veronica then yes, he decided, he was willing to give it a shot.

“I’ve made you cry,” he whispered, “Veronica, I’m so sorry, I promise I’ll stop and we can just go away somewhere with no heathers and everything will be better, I promise.” Veronica looked up at him. She nodded hollowly. “This ends now JD.” Her hands shot out, pushing herself away from his body and he fell to the floor, too shocked to comprehend what was happening. 

In a flash Veronica had wretched the gun from his hand and held it, shaking ever so slightly, aiming at his head. “I love you JD and I’m sorry I brought you down this path. In another life, another world-” “A world without heathers and marthas? Maybe. You didn’t bring me down this path Veronica, and I’d do all of this again for you. Maybe in another life you would have understood.”

“Maybe, but never this world. Goodbye JD.” She pulled the trigger, watching in mute horror as the bullet embedded itself into his brains and red spilled out against the white carpet. No suicide note this time, Veronica decided as the tears started to fall. No suicide note could explain the monster she had created within JD and how their love had been poison, but still… it had been love.

His last words played over in her head as she collapsed to the floor and hugged his lifeless body. Maybe in another life

JESUS CHRIST ANON GO AHEAD AND FUCK ME UP?? W O W THIS WAS A+++ I LOVE 

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Ohh yes, Keith is so angry that he physically tries to drag Lance back because he thinks Lance will bring the whole team in danger but Lance is like "i'm already in the middle of the battle just let me stand still and shoot, that way I can protect you" and Shiro gives him the benefit of the doubt (ofcourse it doesn't work because he still needs to turn his head to aim and shoot so in the end he's severely bruised/wounded and someone has to carry him back because his dizziness is worse than ever)

Aah yes!!!

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* nervous!ivar fiddling with the leather strapped around the handle of his bow to keep himself from freaking out (he’s never taught anyone anything before)
* setting up the arrows, axes and swords neatly on the ground or in a small pile somewhere near by
* pointers to begin with, then he’d really start explaining how to do things properly
* “Arms straight.”
* “Like this?”
* “A little tighter, and legs more apart.”
* when hitting the target he’d smile and give you a high five
* “Good job! But, go again.”
* “We’ve been doing this all day.”
* “Practicing ensures that you the odds will be a little more in your favour each battle.”
* sword fighting each other for hours, only for there to not really be a winner because you both laugh at each other’s serious attempts
* “What kind of swing was that?”
* “The kind of swing I was hoping to be good, but the sword is too heavy so it did not work out.”
* having a break and talking about possible battle tactics
* “If I could only do this…”
* “Perhaps if you tried it like this…”
* hitting a tree in the same place with the axe to practice aim
* “Now throw it.”
* “The axe? Is that safe?”
* “Not all the time. But you have to work on your aim.”
* “Okay, but if someone’s limb is taken it is your fault.”
* “I think that is enough training for one day, don’t you think?”
* “Back here tomorrow?”
* “Yes, although you should still practice that aim a little.”
* throwing the axe so it lands just above his head
* “Still need to practice?”
* “Still a yes.”

izombie sentence starters ( season 1 episode 13.)

  • “ just calm your ass down.”
  • “ who is this guy and why is he up in our business?”
  • “ see. brains.”
  • “ hey buddy.”
  • “ kiss. my. ass.”
  • “ i love the moxie. but i’m the mick jagger here. time is on my side.”
  • “ it would certainly motivate me.”
  • “ i hope you brought your appetite.”
  • “ piss off, nancy boy.”
  • “ this indian mustard you brought in sucks donkey parts.”
  • “ ___, come here!”
  • “ ta-daaaa!”
  • “ screw that, i’m ready now!”
  • “ i don’t care.”
  • “ i want my life back, ___.”
  • “ it’s disgusting.”
  • “ i’m disgusting.”
  • “ i’ll sign a waiver, just let me do it.”
  • “ rub it in, you smug little…!”
  • “ i’m such a moron.”
  • “ what happened to your face?”
  • “ it’s a long story.”
  • “ who writes this stuff, right?”
  • “ you’re suggesting that i’m somehow responsible?”
  • “ if the subtext is confusing, yeah, i’m suggesting you had something to do with it.”
  • “ hey! creepy-stares-alot, i can see you.”
  • “ i would never root for anybody’s death, okay?”
  • “ we gotta move.”
  • “ this has got to suck.”
  • “ so i’ve been doing a bit of online research, trying to figure out how long you’ll survive in here, and guess what i discovered.”
  • “ spoiler alert.”
  • “ i can keep you in here, alive and suffering as long as i want.”
  • “ why are you doing this?”
  • “ wow. that felt really good to get off my chest.”
  • “ knock, knock.”
  • “ no one’s stopping you, brother.”
  • “ look, i don’t know if you’re hungry, but you know what my mom always says? there’s always room for soup.”
  • “ come on!”
  • “ there you go.”
  • “ say what you want about the lady that owns this place, she makes a mean bean and bratwurst stew.”
  • “ what the hell?!”
  • “ oh, looks like you found the secret to our secret recipe.”
  • “ aw, c’mon. eating brains doesn’t make you a monster. it takes a little more effort.”
  • “ what are we looking for?”
  • “ what were you thinking?”
  • “ i’m kick-starting this bitch, man!”
  • “ hey, how would you like to earn ten dollars?”
  • “ let me see it.”
  • “ i turned around for like, a minute, and when i turned back, i saw some dudes rolling out from under the car.”
  • “ geez, hon, relax, i was kidding.”
  • “ dude, i’m dying here.”
  • “ then what do you want from me?”
  • “ i want to know what sort of person kills his friends for three hundred grand.”
  • “ i want a deal.”
  • “ i can live with that.”
  • “ it’s just caffeine, right? not like it’s magic.”
  • “ it’s ridiculous… unless it’s not.”
  • “ hey, what’s up?”
  • “ i’m so sick of this life, ___”
  • “ hang in there. it’s not much longer now.”
  • “ i’ll be damned.”
  • “ i was starting to worry about you.”
  • “ after all we’ve been through, that warms my heart.”
  • “ why do you have ___’s phone?”
  • “ please don’t hurt him/her!”
  • “ i give you my word.”
  • “ i want to see ___”
  • “ you don’t want to catch up first? i have so much to tell you.”
  • “ mmm, so good!”
  • “ get down!”
  • “ oh, god, no, please, please!”
  • “ it’s okay, just get out of here.”
  • “ thank you, god bless you.”
  • “ look what you did, man!”
  • “ just what we need. a noise complaint.”
  • “ you got the slow and agonizing death thing under control, right? great. hope it hurts.”
  • “ ah! mother jones! that hurts.”
  • “ you killed ___, didn’t you?”
  • “ okay, let’s put the gun down, huh? let’s talk.”
  • “ there’s a reason you didn’t aim for my head.”
  • “ so really, you can’t kill me.”
  • “ you murdered ___!”
  • “ just listen to me!”
  • “ we have to stop the bleeding!”
  • “ just be here with me, okay?”
  • “ i told you there were zombies. you didn’t believe me.”
  • “ wait. oh man, you don’t know?”
  • “ dude, you’re about to go out with one large dose of irony.”
  • “ you thought those were what, just questionable style choices?”
  • “ ___, please, please, i…”
  • “ what a waste.”
  • “ all this sound and fury, and for what? nothing.”
  • “ i’ve got friends in high places.”
  • “ kill my crew, i’ll make more. kill my customers, i’ll make more. cost me money, i’ll make more.”
  • “ make more now, bitch.”
  • “ what did you do? did you… is this…? oh, no…”
  • “ oh, no, you’ve really screwed the pooch now.”
  • “ let me know if you survive. you’re our guinea pig now.”
  • “ you should try to get this down.”
  • “ it gets better. but it would be lying to say you get used to it.”
  • “ but doesn’t lying come naturally to you by now?”
  • “ instead of telling me the truth, you decided it’d be easier to break my heart.”
  • “ you have no faith in me.”
  • “ i have more faith in you than anyone ever.”
  • “ so that’s what helps you sleep at night. hm. what about me? what’s the greater good for me?”
  • “ trust me, i’m just getting started.”
  • “ whatever happens now, i hope you can forgive me. i doubt humanity is going to.”
  • “ what? what did you do?”
  • “ oh, thank god you had your phone on!”
Inhumans Part Two

Originally posted by laygion

Parts: One, TwoThree, Four, Five

Genre: A/U, Angst, Violence, Fluff, Romance, more in the future.

Pairing: Yixing x Reader

Word Count: 4K

Summary: Inhumans are people born with powers, feared by most all over the world. Inhumans are often killed before the age of three or kept locked up and tested on. EXO is a rogue group of Inhumans who broke free and are now looking to free fellow Inhumans as well as get justice for their kind. However, with their powers come limitations. With these limitations, they sometimes need a helping hand.

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psychotic-screams  asked:

Goodluck on your new blog! ^^ Can i request RFA react to Them & MC getting in a fight & they accidenly hurt her which brings up memories of her bad past & she breaks down shivering & crying. Many thanks if you could answer this ask!:)

A lot has gone on this week which caused me to put this blog on the back burner, and I hate that. 

Anyways there is a trigger warning for these head canons: mentions/hints at a past abusive relationship. All headcanons are under the cut because of this.

I hope each and every one of you has a good weekend, much love.


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Sakura can’t handle blunt force and has never shown durability feats after she got knocked out by Kabuto/the bridge to suggest anything has changed. So any blunt force aimed and impacting her head will knock her out cold.


Air Palm is blunt force combined with the precision of Byakugan, so Hinata’s gonna be able to land the hit anywhere she wants considering she aimed Ino’s Mind Transfer PERFECTLY to Obito from many, many, many meters away.



She also has enough precision to use 64 Palms. If she can aim and align the needle-tip tiny Chakra Points on her fingers at needle-tip tiny points on non-static opponents all while factoring in recoil and moving around to prevent the opponent from escaping her combo attack, aiming at a massive forehead will be no problem.



And I know people will say Hinata fumbled with 64 Palms. But, one, that doesn’t change the precision and speed feats she displayed. Two, she still managed to complete it, and considering that 64 Palms is a combo attack that relies on the user’s speed to be used successfully, it shows how irrelevant the mistake was. And finally, Three, The Last Databook states that she in fact mastered 64 Palms during that exact moment.

Caption of panel where Hinata uses 8 Trigrams 64 Palms: The secret Gentle Fist technique “8 Trigrams 64 Palms.” She masters it with the courage to step out beyond her limits. 

30% Kisame forced Gai into 6th Gate in order to defeat him, a testament to his power even at just 30%. Even managed to best him multiple times in taijutsu and speed. Funniest thing about this whole thing is people use the whole Kisame being at 30% to undermine Neji managing to hit Kisame with Air Palm when that clone alone was enough to force Gai beyond 5th Gate. That itself shows how fast Air Palm is to be able to hit 30% Kisame.



Neji’s Air Palm was fast enough to strike 30% Kisame w/o him being able to react, a massive testament to its speed. Air Palm itself is also invisible, so Sakura can’t see it coming anyways, much like how Kisame didn’t see it coming despite how far away Neji was when he used the technique and despite the fact that there was literally nothing between Kisame and Neji.

I know some people will say Kisame was distracted by Lee/Gai, but we see that Kisame in fact landed on the water after being blocked by Lee. Meaning Kisame landed afterwards, and while Gai and Lee were still airborne, Neji unleashed Air Palm.

Some people may also want to say Kisame was in midair and thus unable to move properly. However, this is not the case, as it is more than evident Kisame landed after being blocked by Lee, evidenced by the little splash water circle underneath him. 

Even IF Kisame was airborne when hit, the databook states he was blown away before even realizing he was hit, which shows the shear speed of the attack, regardless of whether Kisame was airborne or standing on the water.



Hinata’s Air Palm is on par or surpasses Neji’s due to the two using Air Wall Palm together, which would mean the speed of the attacks would need to be the same in order for the attack to even be effective. This is because, if Neji’s Air Palm was faster than Hinata’s, it would hit their target, sending it flying, while Hinata’s would miss and hit thin air. This means the speed of both techniques must be the same in order for Air Wall Palm to be pulled off properly, and this in turn also means the POWER of the Air Palms are also the same due to Air Palm’s force coming from the speed at which the compressed air travels.

Also, Hinata now has Rikudo Chakra since she received it from Hamura during The Last movie, meaning she can replicate the feat she did against the Juubi’s hand, which not only surpasses Neji’s Air Palm by ages, but it also contains far more force than what is even needed to knock out Sakura. 

Her Kyuubi Air Palm sent a massive hand flying instantly. Kakashi noted that the Chakra he received from Naruto was enough to power his techniques three times over at least, and this was with such a small amount that it didn’t form any sort of cloak. This would mean the V1 Cloak Naruto handed out to the alliance was even more powerful, and given that we saw Hinata was able to use her more potent Rikudo Chakra to form a sort of cloak around her, it would mean she would easily be able to replicate her Kyuubi Air Palm with a Rikudo Air Palm with far more power.