the victory is his

anonymous asked:

Prompt: normally haymitch is the one getting teased by chaff and finnick so how about a fic where either chaff or finnick a woman problem and getting teases( and u can make up anything els )

Be warned that victors prostitution is discussed in here =) [X]

Of Pools, Cheating And Experts

Haymitch’s eyes wandered around the big stone pillars that supported the high ceiling, not quite happy with all the areas left in shadows. The only source of light came from the pool itself and it made for an eerie atmosphere he wasn’t too fond of. It made him feel claustrophobic, even with the far wall being all glass and giving the vertiginous feeling that the pool was giving out on empty air.

He had hardly ever been there before. Maybe once or twice after his victory, with another victor his age who had wanted to explore every floor of the Games Compound… There was everything you needed in the compound: a gym, a pool, a spa – or so he had been told, he was even less fond of strangers touching him than he was of baldly lightened gigantic rooms in which anyone could hide and spy…

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sentient-teapot  asked:

"Accidentally capture the wrong base"? .....tell us more? Please?

this was before we got agent agent back as our handler, and part of the reason why he finally turned up for work again. 

so the thing about clint is that hes 1. not a good listener and 2. hes deaf. mostly. these are separate issues because being mostly deaf doesnt stop him from understanding what people are saying most of the time, it just means that you have to be sure he knows youre trying to communicate with him before you say something. (and also that you should make sure your mask doesnt cover your mouth so he can lipread, but whatever.)

we had this agent—incredibly boring guy in the worst sort of way–who’d requested clint, nat, and i for an op. nat and i were supposed to hit two of the leaders of a crime syndicate while clint got the third. easy peasy, kill some guys, free some hostages, small country liberated, total cakewalk. but the agent running the op and the briefing took FOREVER. he was talking us through like none of us had ever overthrown a country before, explaining every minute detail. nat and i could just kinda zone out and let things wash over us, picking up the pertinent details, but clint cant really do that. his hearing aids help but they weren’t perfect, so he also had to be kinda lipreading just to keep up. which takes a lot of focus for incredibly boring info. naturally he zoned out too.

which was how he missed the fact that his guy was not actually staying in his incredibly fortified base-slash-villa. his hostages were, but he wasn’t. 

luckily, they covered this in the briefing packet we were each provided with, which was a mere 362 pages. 

so obviously none of us actually read it.

we poked through, got blueprints, guard schedules, alarm systems and so on, but didnt bother with most of the rest of it. 

they dropped us in the air over each of our respective targets, clint last. i had the cliffside resort, nat had the downtown headquarters, and clint had the base-villa. nat and i handled ours like pros, of course, corpses everywhere, and clint did too–mowed right through the security, got the hostages, and then called in that his syndicate leader wasnt there, what the hell, who gave me this bad intel.

which was when he was informed that the big bad wasnt IN the villa, he was on the ISLAND ACROSS from the villa, and that hed been supposed to covertly infiltrate the beach house there and quietly capture him. ideally without ever setting foot in the villa; he was just supposed to steal a boat from the villa docks and not get spotted by security. 

unfortunately, clint had blown up all the watercraft at the villa’s docks to keep syndicate members from escaping. which meant he still had to get to the island and capture this guy, but now there were no motorboats left. and if this syndicate jerkoff got away, fury was gonna have his hide.

and thats how clint wound up launching a one-man amphibious assault on an international crime syndicate from a paddleboat.

and also why clint reads his briefings now. 

It really is stupidly heartwarming to think about how much Dan and Arin have changed each others lives

obviously there are a lot of reasons their lives changed and it’s not just related to them knowing each other but they still had an enviable affect on each other

Imagine for Dan, he finds a good friend and this good friend is not only a fan of his music but wants to share in his passion with him. Arin loves Dan’s music, had said he thought nsp was genuinely better than LONELY FRIKIN ISLAND aka one of the most prolific and hilarious bands in history - and he knows Arin isn’t blowing smoke up his ass he genuinely believes that

plus Arin actually wanted to be a part of music, the terrified socially awkward as hell “nice coat” man wanted to get up on stage not only at all - but WITH Dan I’ve known many musicians in my days and when you share in their passion, share the stage and music with them it can be like a star imploding in their heart


and then Arin - GOD in Dan he found just … fuckin sunshine. Arin obviously by his nature goes to negative and dark thoughts quickly and having … certain kinds of people around wasn’t helping. So having Dan come around just absolutely must have thrown him for a loop. This sweet, happy ball of hair and energy and sunshine wants to spend the rest of his life with Arin as comedy partners, despite the fact that he could he doesn’t plan on going anywhere and wants to stay with Arin

He believes in Arin, encourages and looks out for him, shares in his victories and helps him back up when he falls over. He’s all about praise and affection and love but not disingenuously, Arin doesn’t have to worry about Dan lying to protect his feelings. He can trust Dan in just about every way you could ask to trust a friend.

tbh if I didn’t already believe in platonic soulmates they would make a believer out of me. Some people were just … destined to meet and it’s amazing seeing that in action

just - man I hope I get to experience this kind of love at some point in my life because it is a sight to behold

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Hello guy! I am a big fan of Disney’s films. I love every single movie of this pictures. And this is the logo collection of most of Disney films that I can find on the internet. There is one fact that it is very difficult to recreated some logos. So, I know this collection is not fully completed, but that all I can do. I put them in the order of time. It is included Animated feature films, Hybrid films with live action and animation, Live-action films, True-Life Adventures / Disneynature, and some of other documentary films. Hope you guys like it!

P/s: This is Part 1

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What does Yuzuru mean by “wanting to win overwhelmingly” and making Mr. Matsuoka speechless yet again (after this incident) 

Another interesting interview with Mr. Matsuoka :D and this is my first time using Photoshop to do subtitles, so much thanks to @the-real-xmonster​ for rescuing me from my Photoshop nightmare :x

I know a lot of people are upset that we didn’t get to see Dean carry Cas’s body into the house—and don’t get me wrong, I wanted to see it too; but can you imagine them actually trying to film that scene? It would’ve been impossible!



Attempt 1:

“Okay—just jump up here” Jensen says, squatting down some and holding out his arms.

“No way!” Misha yelps instantly, backing up a few paces.

“Why not?”

“You’re gonna drop me!”

“I won’t drop you!” Jensen scoffs, opening his arms wider now and motioning for Misha to move.

“Hell no! As soon as I jump, you’ll drop me.”

“I’ve carried you before, man. Did I drop you then?”

“That was for photos and shit—two seconds tops. This is a whole scene!” Misha argues, putting his hands on his hips.

“C’mon, guys! Are we doing this or what?” Phil calls out from somewhere behind the monitors.

“Yep!” Jensen answers quickly and then motions to Misha again—this time, with an urgent look on his face.

Misha rolls his eyes but eventually moves in closer, bracing one hand on Jensen’s shoulder before throwing his own body into the air.

Jensen grunts.

They both immediately tumble to the ground.


Attempt 2:

“Dude—why are your arms around my neck?”

“I don’t want to fall again!” Misha whines, looking warily towards the gravel as Jensen scoots along.

Jensen breathes out a strained laugh at that . “Yeah, but you’re supposed to be dead. This is kinda killing the illusion.”

“I don’t think so” Misha mutters, obviously choosing to be difficult now.

“Seriously, dude? I can’t carry dead-Cas inside, bridal-style!” Jensen huffs, shifting his arms a little to try and keep Misha’s weight in the air.

“Why not? You carrying me to my death bed is pretty much the same as you carrying me to the marriage bed … especially on this show.”

Jensen quickly drops Misha again.


Attempt 3:

Jensen is out of breath—and his back is hurting like a mother fucker, but he hunkers down to lift Misha up once more.

And this time—Misha slumps his body backwards and completely relaxes his muscles, which nearly breaks Jensen in two.

Oof! God—damn!” Jensen grunts, trying desperately to step forward across the dirt and grass. “It’s like—ugh—carrying a—agh—a sack of wet leather!”

Misha slits one eye open and smirks at his costar. “You’re so sweet, Dean. This is why I fell for you in the first place.”

He’s prepared to be dropped this time, and he laughs as he rolls out of Jensen’s arms.

“What’s goin’ on, guys?” Phil yells out across the clearing.

“Nothin’!” Jensen wheezes, bending his body over his knees as he tries to catch his breath. “Just—just need a minute!”

A second later, Jared is bounding up to them. “Hey, y’all okay?”

Misha chuckles and goes over to pat Jensen on the back. “Yeah—someone just needs to spend more time lifting weights.”

Jensen immediately sneers up at the other man. “And someone else needs to lay off the pizza!”

“How about I be the one to carry him in?” Jared says suddenly—loud enough for Phil to hear it too.

“We could try that” Phil says, sounding frustrated and just eager to get this scene over with.

“What?” Misha yelps. “No way! No, no, no, no, no! No way Jared is carrying me!”

“Wha—why?” Jared asks, feigning some puppy dog innocence that is damn near Oscar worthy.

“You know exactly why!” Misha insists, taking several steps backwards to be out of the moose’s long reach. “Phil! You can’t be serious! Jared is just going to throw me in the lake if we do it this way!”

Jared’s face bursts into a giant grin, and his eyes sparkle like a Disney character whose wish just came true. “The lake! I didn’t even think of that!”

Misha groans loudly, and Jensen is laughing– all while Phil is angrily rubbing his temples behind the monitor.


Attempt 4:

“Are we ready yet?”

“One more sec, Phil!” Misha answers, turning back to look at Jared and Jensen with a face of warning.

“How about we both carry him in?” Jared suggests, and it sounds genuine but Misha still isn’t falling for it.

“No! Not gonna happen! Then you’ll both just throw me into the lake!”

Jensen rolls his eyes but he can’t stop himself from smiling. “No we won’t, man. Seriously—we’re losing the light here. We need to get this done.”

“I know that! Don’t you think I know that? But this is my dead body we’re talking about and I need to make sure it’s respected!”

“We’ll respect it” Jared insists.

“Since when have you ever respected it?” Misha counters.

“Okay! Alright! Just… Jared, get back there—we’re gonna try this again the way it’s scripted, okay?”

Jared holds up his hands in surrender. “Fine, fine, but I’ll be over here if you need me.”

“We won’t need you” Misha warns, knowing Jared’s deviousness all too well and it’s starting to make him break out in hives.

Jared laughs but finally backs away, until he’s far off on the other side of the set.

Jensen then takes a deep breath. “Okay, man. Let’s go. Let’s do this.”

Misha nods, and they both seem determined now.

With a heave and some careful balancing, Misha is once again in Jensen’s arms and Jensen is once again, huffing his way to the front door of the cabin. He’s huffing a lot … he sounds like he’s in pain.

“You okay?” Misha whispers, trying not to look up or move his mouth much—because, he is dead after all.

“Fine” Jensen wheezes shortly, but he doesn’t sound very convincing.

“You sure?” Misha asks again.

“Shh!” Jensen snips, trying to concentrate.

Misha finally peeks up at him. “Your face is really red.”

Jensen doesn’t answer, he just strains to keep Misha in his grasp.

“And your veins are popping out of your neck.”

“I’m acting” Jensen finally grunts.

Acting—constipated?” Misha asks.

“Shut up!”

“Ow—okay, now you’re pinching my ass!”

“Well, I need to hold onto something!”

“You need to hold onto my ass?”

“It’s got the most grip.”

“Okay … okay … now that just tickles!” Misha starts to laugh, squirming a little and it eventually  throws Jensen off balance.

“F—fu—fuck!” Jensen wobbles to one side and sends Misha rolling dramatically  onto the ground.

“I can help!” Jared yells out, sounding so excited, he might just burst.

“No … no, that’s alright, Jared” Phil cuts in, just as Misha is lifting himself from the dirt. “We’ve been talking and we think we’re just going to cut this scene. It’s uh … it’s not working out.”

With that, Misha throws his fist into the air victoriously, and Jensen drops exhaustively to the ground with the overwhelming relief—and Jared’s disappointed moans can be heard all the way on the other side of the lake; echoing out “Aw, man!”  and “Damnit” and lamenting all the glorious opportunity that he’s just lost.

Okay but quick hc

Gavin and Michael (or Ryan or Lil J) “playing” gladiators, with Gavin as the emperor. 

Michael’s got some poor sap beaten and broken on the ground, begging for his life, and he just looks over to his boi with the sharpest, nastiest grin. Gavin’s got his thumb out, facing to the side, and you can see Michael practically vibrating with excitement as he waits for Gavin’s judgement. The victim is sniveling on the ground, grasping at the hem of Michael’s jeans with bloody hands and pleading pathetically as though that could save him. And maybe it could, at another time. Michael lives for the fight but is less fussed about the ending, as long as he wins. But when Gavin’s thumb tips to point groundward, head shaking slow in mock disappointment, there is nothing in heaven or hell that could save that unfortunate son of a bitch. 

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'Pacific Rim Uprising' Synopsis Released
The official synopsis for Pacific Rim Uprising has now been released, ahead of the film's New York Comic Con panel.

The globe-spanning conflict between otherworldly monsters of mass destruction and the human-piloted super-machines built to vanquish them was only a prelude to the all-out assault on humanity in Pacific Rim Uprising.

John Boyega (Star Wars: The Force Awakens) stars as the rebellious Jake Pentecost, a once-promising Jaeger pilot whose legendary father gave his life to secure humanity’s victory against the monstrous “Kaiju.” Jake has since abandoned his training only to become caught up in a criminal underworld. But when an even more unstoppable threat is unleashed to tear through our cities and bring the world to its knees, he is given one last chance to live up to his father’s legacy by his estranged sister, Mako Mori (Rinko Kikuchi)—who is leading a brave new generation of pilots that have grown up in the shadow of war. As they seek justice for the fallen, their only hope is to unite together in a global uprising against the forces of extinction.

Jake is joined by gifted rival pilot Lambert (The Fate of the Furious’ Scott Eastwood) and 15-year-old Jaeger hacker Amara (newcomer Cailee Spaeny), as the heroes of the PPDC become the only family he has left. Rising up to become the most powerful defense force to ever walk the earth, they will set course for a spectacular all-new adventure on a towering scale.

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bangtan + fuckboy au

genre: smut (!!!) | angst (!!!) | oral sex | hate fuck | closet sex

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Every school has its golden couple. You know, they’re the pair that will stay together all through college, eventually, get married, and live happily ever after in a large house with their equally as large amount of children. You’ve seen them in the courtyard - hands clasped together in a perfect fit - you’ve seen them in your classes - effortlessly answering questions while sliding each other knowing looks - and you’ve definitely seen them at all the parties - before they head upstairs to one of the bedrooms, of course.

You know them. Everybody knows them. How could you not know them? Their lives were perfect, their friends were perfect, and their looks were perfect. They are perfect, popular, admired, and most importantly, in love.

Or at least, they were.

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Taking Care of a Sick Yoongi

Originally posted by queen-of-suburbiaa

You woke to the sound of a coughing fit. Rolling over you found your boyfriend curled into a ball as coughs shook his body.

“Yoongi?” you mumbled. The coughing finally stopped. He sniffled as he turned over to face you in bed and grumbled incoherently at you. Worry seeped into your face and you reached out to put your hand on his forehead. It radiated heat. “You’re burning up Yoongi.” Any sleepiness you felt rushed away. Quickly, you got out of bed and grabbed some cold pills from the bathroom cabinet. You also got a cold washcloth to cool down his fever. When you reentered the bedroom, Yoongi had already fallen back asleep.

You brushed his hair out of his face and kissed his cheeks to wake him up. After being with him for a while you learned a gentle approach tends to result in a less grumpy Yoongi. His eyes finally fluttered open. “You need to take some medicine.”

“Alright,” he mumbled. You helped him sit up in bed before  handing him the medicine. He took it in one gulp then slumped back down into bed. Before he could fall back asleep you placed the cold cloth onto his forehead. You turned around to leave but felt a hand grab your wrist.

“Stay,” he said in a groggy voice. Smiling, you slipped back into bed and cuddled him from behind.

Once you were sure he was in a deep sleep you slipped away. Quickly, you brewed some herbal tea that tasted terrible but did wonders on the immune system. The mug was set on the bedside table for when he woke up. As he was still sleeping, you decided vegetable soup would be a good meal for him. You called Jin.

“Hey Jin, do you know any good vegetable soup recipes? Yoongi’s come down with a cold and I think it’d be nice on his throat.”

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Victory

so if finn is a pilot then what if he ends up assembling his own squadron of misfits/unsung heroes (including rose, who maybe has always dreamt of being a pilot but allowed her insecurities to hold her back) to fly a mission vital to the resistance’s triumph against the first order

what if at Viktor and Yuuri’s wedding, Yuuri throws a bouquet right

and Yurio flat out runs when the bouquet is thrown

and he tries to grab Otabek’s hand

but Otabek jerks away

and literally fucking dives at the bouquet

he catches it

and Viktor is borderline screeching

and Yuuri is trying to calm him down

and Yurio is frozen in place and burning red

but Otabek is lying on the floor clutching the bouquet in his hand victoriously