took me forever ok


and when that voice starts to whisper “you’ve come so far,”

listen, do you know who you are?


requested: root and shaw + their endless list of skills (▰˘◡˘▰)


2016 ▶️ Jungkook x solo selcas 📱✌️

★ Underswap Brothers! ★

(Click for speed draw of this)  @mweshmallow

today may not be a good time to post this and im sorry for blowing up ur notifs but what the fuck !!!! i hit 1.1k followers !!!! i usually do my follow forever posts at end of the year but i didn’t do this last year bc i was waiting to hit 1k ! now here i am !

i made this blog on april 21, 2014 and had my first post in may 1st of the same year then abandoned this blog and officially came back after a year and now this blog has been running since july 2015 lmao it took me 2 yrs to get 1k rip me

anyways! my experience here on tumblr is Awesome so far! (i am not being sarcastic) (or am i?) and i met great people thru here and have made a lot of amazing friends and lost quite a few, sadly

of course @ everyone thank you thank you thank you thank you all for making my tumblr experience great! i still don’t even understand why y'all still follow my lame ass trash of a blog but i couldn’t ask for more lol i love y'all for still keeping up

NOW all i wanted to do right now at this very fucking moment is to give my mutuals a Huge Shoutout for being so so fucking lovely and so so fucking awesome and so so fucking nice! (even tho i only every occasionally talked to some of you and wish i had the guts to talk to everyone), my sappy ff starts below! :)

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『You are fanatical like a demon.』


Shoma Uno, Winter (FaOI 2017, Kobe)

Loot- Part 2 - Jim Kirk

Loot masterlist

Word Count: 2,045

Warnings: language (probably) 

A/N: this part is just to establish how Jim is towards the reader and vice versa, it is very dialogue-driven. I just wanted to make their respective attitudes and behaviors known since they didn’t really interact in the first part. i have nothing else to say, really. like/reblog n leave feedback n say whassup every now and then. yall are experts at NOT DOING ANY OF THAT. smh ENJOY THIS N TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK i personally find the reader character p cool. IF YOU WANT TO BE TAGGED IN SUBSEQUENT PARTS, LEMME KNOW

Your back pressed against the wall of pillows behind you, you stared at your hands as you passed the artifact from one palm to the other through the gaps between your fingers. You weren’t sure why it was such a big deal to the Federation, to the man on whose behalf you performed the robbery, to the fanged, stone-knuckled creatures you stole it from. It didn’t look to be any more special than the average pocket watch it resembled— it was the size of your palm and was made of an iron-like material. Said metal of the round artifact felt rusted and worn from years of neglect and corrosion courtesy of the bi-monthly acid rains that fell upon the industry-oriented, environmentally-unconscious, dingy-brown-skied wasteland of a planet.

You stuck the fingernail of your thumb into the opening along the circumference, careful not to pry it open with fear for the subsequent result. You thought there must be a reason it was so sought after— the Federation wouldn’t send the flagship of the fleet for something unimportant or ineffectual. Hell, you wouldn’t have been beat so mercilessly had the artifact been as ordinary as its appearance.

In order to curb the results of your paranoia, you were actively ignoring any sounds around you. The beeping of the biobed made you anxious and the sounds outside the thin metal door were less than pleasant with an apparent food poisoning epidemic going around the Enterprise— you had no desire to listen to the high-ranking officers you were supposed to admire vomit up everything they’d eaten for the last week, especially when your stomach was already sensitive.

You heard the series of knocks, though, and instantly dropped the artifact into your lap. You then covered yourself with layers of white made up of a white blanket, white sheet, and white comforter— nothing could be seen through that much stark white fabric. You cleared your throat. Your pulse was now too quick and the beeping of the biobed let you know so. “Come in.”

The door slid open with a swish and a smile adorned the face of the man waiting on the other side. It wasn’t the brightest smile, nor was it the biggest— yet it touched his crystalline blue eyes a little and caused the skin beside them to wrinkle faintly. However, because his eyebrows were raised only a fraction of an inch and his posture stayed tense, it didn’t help the spike in your heartbeat. “Cadet.”

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