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((I really have no other excuse for this other than an Australian friend of mine got a Kermit sweater. It was funnier in my head   ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ))

The “Rescue”

Tom and Marco attempt to rescue Star from Ludo…. but…. something’s wrong…. very wrong

AAAHH!!!!! That’s pretty much my mind when I saw this comic…. and when i recorded the voices….. and put it together…. JUST CONTINUOUS SCREAMING ;_;

This comic…. HERE!! is actually a part two, it’s the continuation of @necrosishead‘s other comic, right….. HERE!!!!

Enjoy!

…..as best as you can DX

Babysitting Quest by Kyouzip

Noctis: “All right! How’s that? It’s a Mighty Barramundi! I can even catch one like this now.” 
Prompto: “Woah, nice.” 
Gladio: “That’s enough fishing already! The rest of us have jack to do.”
Little text: “Give me a turn now and then.”
Noctis: “Shaddap.” 

Noctis: “So, how’s about we go for a hunt?”
Prompto: “Eh, I’m kind of tired of fighting monsters, plus I’m out of potions.”
Noctis: “Doing whatever you want, huh.” 
Ignis: “In that case…”

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[Fic] A Little Slice of Heaven

Rating:  K/G/so, so harmless
Characters/Pairings:  Fenris/Hawke, Aveline/Donnic, Orana
Word Count:  5000ish?
Summary:  Hawke wins a baking contest and yet seems distraught.  Fenris investigates.  Jade is bad at summaries without Quark to vet them, but alas, ‘tis the price of surprise gift fic.


happy you can survive practicals you survived practicals you put in an offer on a house MOVING DAY!

here it is on your blog so you don’t even have to check your dash for it yay hiatus

your assignment:  write an essay explaining the significance of cake in fenhawke fic, since apparently it’s become A Theme


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Sweat crept down Fenris’s forehead, tangled in his hair, seeped between his skin and the band of his trousers, as he raised his blade above his head and held it, impossibly still, counting the seconds in Tevene as he forced his arms not to tremble, his grip to stay firm.  Thirty.  Forty.  Fifty…fifty-five…

He brought the blade down with whistling speed, nearly slicing into the stone pavers, but at the last possible moment he twisted his wrists and the blade skimmed parallel to the floor, his body following the twist until one foot left the ground and he pushed himself into the air, legs swinging around as the blade came flying up again in an arc, his back arched until his feet hit the ground again and he threw his weight forward, the tip of the sword this time sparking against the floor as he dragged it for a moment—

all for show, of course; these moves in combat would get him killed, and he’d learned them for Danarius’s pleasure, to titillate the ladies and frighten their magister lords.  He’d never particularly enjoyed them, even when he did enjoy fulfilling his master’s every whim, and something distasteful still lingered on his tongue, mixed with the sweat from his upper lip, whenever he performed them. Used them; they were tools from his former life, and as tools they were excellent for conditioning his physical form in times when he otherwise had no outlet for his skills. A break, as it were, from more habitual training drills, or from sparring with the Guard, forcing him into positions and angles he’d normally never consider, stretching muscles that otherwise might remain untested until a crucial moment in battle. And if he focused on his breathing, he could ignore the memory of the drums to which his master had demanded he dance.

Always one for theatrics, Danarius. In some ways it sweetened the dance, that he now performed it only for the skeletons of the magister’s mercenaries that littered his front hall. His hall, now. His tools. His choice.

A knock at the door.

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English words/lines in The War

(Not including oh, uh, yeah, ah, ooh, ya, yo or any of those common ones)

The Eve (전 여):

“What’s the situation” - D.O

“It’s you” - D.O

Ko Ko Bop:

“Shimmie shimmie Ko Ko Bop I think I like it” - Baekhyun, Xiumin

“Down down” - Baekhyun, Xiumin

“Shimmie up” - Chanyeol

“It goes down down baby” - Chen, Baekhyun, Xiumin, D.O

“We going Ko Ko Bop” - Kai

“Baby are you down” - Sehun

“Shakin’ up” - Chanyeol

“Break it down now” - Sehun

“We go down now” - Kai

“It’s about to go go” - Sehun

“Down down baby” - Xiumin, D.O

“Going Ko Ko Bop” - Chen/Chanyeol, All

What U Do:

“Yeah I want it” - Chen

“Yeah  I need it” - Chen

“Say yeah” - D.O, Baekhyun

“You” - Suho, Xiumin

“What U do?” - D.O, All

“Got me like” - Xiumin, Kai

“Love you right” - Chen, Suho, Baekhyun

“Baby” - Chen, Suho

“Baby we can go higher” - D.O

“Let’s stay up all night” - Chen, Baekhyun

“Baby you’re so beautiful” - D.O

Forever:

“You could be my only star” - Chen, D.O

“You could be the moonlight” - Chen, D.O

“Forever” - Baekhyun, D.O, Kai, Chen

“Girl you got me up” - Chanyeol

“Heart” - Chanyeol

“Pinball” - Chanyeol

“Make me feel so” - Sehun

“No matter where you are” - Suho, Bakehyun

“Cause you” - D.O

“Let’s make it forever, ever” - Baekhyun, Chen, Kai

“Don’t break my soul” - Kai, Baekhyun, D.O

“Yo, nice skirt” - Chanyeol

“Mound” - Chanyeol

“Pitcher go, she’s the baddest one around the town” - Chanyeol

“Put it work” - Chanyeol

“She get it all” - Sehun

“Celeb” - Sehun

“Hit me and we going hard” - Sehun

“Official” - Sehun

“Hold up” - Chanyeol

“Rock and roller” - Chanyeol

“Quater” - Chanyeol

“Controller” - Chanyeol

“Feel our soul” - Chanyeol

다 이 아 몬 드 (Diamond):

“Fire” - Baekhyun

“Shining” - Xiumin

“Chance” - Chanyeol

“Blow up” - D.O, Chanyeol, Baekhyun, Chen

“We glow up” - D.O, Baekhyun, Chen

“Glow up” - Chanyeol

“We drive em’ crazy crazy” - Chen, Suho, Xiumin

“We do it daily daily” - Chen, Suho, Xiumin

“We be” - Kai, Chanyeol

“Shinin’ shinin’ just like a diamond” - Baekhyun, Xiumin, Kai, D.O, Suho, Sehun

“Blindin’ blindin’ you like a diamond” - Baekhyun, Xiumin, Kai, D.O, Suho, Sehun

“No, no” - Chanyeol

“Baby” - Baekhyun, D.O

“Shine on, shine on” - Chen, Chanyeol

“Only one” - Xiumin

“Like a what” - Chanyeol

너 의 손 짖 (Touch it):

“Sexy” - D.O, Baekhyun

“Baby” - D.O, Chen, Baekhyun, Xiumin, Suho

“Ay and she goes like” - Kai

“Ay all the girls go” - Kai

“Feeling good now” - Chanyeol, Xiumin

“Yeah I’m feeling good now” - Chanyeol

“Boom” - Sehun

“What what” - Kai

“Black out uh” - Kai

“All my ladies say yeah” - Chen

“Feel me” - Chanyeol

“Sing it again” - Chen

“Babe” - Baekhyun

“Oh you got what I want” - Xiumin, D.O

“I can’t help myself” - Chen

“Tell me if you want me” - Chen

“Sing it, sing it baby” - D.O

“C’mon c’mon do it again” - Suho

“Watch it baby” - Baekhyun

소 름 (Chill):

“Tonight” - Chen

“Oh no” - Chen

“What I do do do do do” - Chen

“Show ya” - Sehun, Suho

“Baby” - Sehun

“You hovering over my head like blanche” - Chanyeol

“Caffeine” - Chanyeol

기 억 을 걷 는 밤 (Walk On Memories):

“Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it” - All

내 가 미 쳐 (Going Crazy):

“It’s killing me” - Chen

“But it was you” - Sehun

“Oh no” - D.O

“Don’t know what you want” - Baekhyun

“I hate you” - Chen, All

“Baby, won’t you stop” - Xiumin

“You drive me crazy” - Sehun

“So much more” - Chen

“I let you control” - Chen

“Going crazy” - Kai, Sehun

“Go go going crazy” - Kai, Xiumin

“I wanna know what’s next” - Baekhyun

“Adrenaline rush” - D.O

“Don’t know what you do to me, oh” - D.O

“Call me crazy” - Chen

“Up and down like a rollercoaster” - Chanyeol

“Upside down” - Chen

Final Tally:

Chen: 30
Chanyeol: 28
D.O: 25
Baekhyun: 22
Xiumin: 17
Sehun: 15
Kai: 15
Suho: 11

Originally posted by baekhyunsama

People Like You (Jared Kleinman x Reader)

“A Jared x reader fic where the reader is new to school and slowly comes popular and knows that liking Jared is suicide but she can’t help herself?”

Request by: @fabdom-girl

Warnings: Explicit language, using the word “slut” as an insult, and people drawing a boy’s non-no parts on Evan’s cast.

She had only been there for 3 months and (Y/N) (Y/L/N) was already one of the most popular girls in the school.

No, she wasn’t a snob. However, most of the people she called her “friends” were.

She didn’t realize this until she watched three of them trip a girl in the cafeteria, laugh at her, and walk away while kicking bits of mac and cheese back at the poor girl. (Y/N) hesitantly helped the girl back up and handed her a napkin.

She was being watched by nearly anyone, and everyone who was anyone knew that to get to the top of the social pyramid she had to make a choice. Be popular and rude, or be nice and gradually sink down to the bottom of the chain.

“You don’t get anywhere by being nice.” Her friends, the Heathers, would remind her. But that’s how she was.

Smart, pretty, kind, and talented. That’s what everyone thought of her.

Everyone except for Jared Kleinman. Sure, he thought, she was pretty. But,

“Do you think she put the mac and cheese on the ground back in that girl’s food? Like to make her sick?” Jared asked the only person sitting with him, Evan Hansen.

“No, I think you’re over-thinking this, and she’s actually a nice person.” He responded, playing with his mac and cheese with his plastic spoon.

“Bullshit, Hansen.” Jared hissed, “No way in hell is there a person with so much power, that decides to be that nice.”

“She doesn’t have ‘power’, Jared. We’re literally in high school. This isn’t some kind of weird, student-lead, monarchy.” Evan protested. He thought that (Y/N) was nice.

“The only reason you’re on her side, is because she helped you write an essay last month. What grade did you get on that again?”

“An A-” Evan replied, still holding his head high like he was proud.

“Exactly my point! Why not an A+? Why couldn’t ‘little miss perfect’ get you a perfect 100? Because she maybe didn’t have the time to spend with people like you!” Jared was shouting at this point, and people at nearby tables were starting to notice him.

“What do you mean, ‘people like you’?” Evan asked, defensively. He began to stand up with his tray, slowly.

“God, Evan, you’re so dense.” He laughed to himself. “People that nobody notices.” That had done it. Jared’s offensive and slightly morbid humor had gone right over Evan’s head this time. Evan stood up and walked out of the lunch room.

In the hallway, (Y/N)’s friends were waiting on her to finish up in the bathroom. One of them saw Evan walk out of the lunchroom and approached him, taking notice to his cast.

“Mind if I sign?” She asked, pulling out a green sharpie.

“U-uh sur-e.” He stumbled over his words. She signed her name, and a drew a rather inappropriate picture underneath it. Right as she was walking away, Evan took a look at her “signature”.

He read what she wrote down aloud, “Heather Du- hey! Oh uh- ah okay…” Evan noticed her walking away, laughing with her friends. He felt powerless. Why couldn’t he just stand up for himself? He felt his eyes water and his nose felt tingly.

“Hey- um, Evan?” (Y/N) approached him cautiously. He looked up and she was slightly taken aback by his red eyes.

“Oh- hi.” He replied, looking down again.

“Is everything okay? What did they do?” Without looking up, Evan showed her his cast. Heather’s name and the gross pictures that defaced it.

“Wh- I am so sorry. I have no idea why they have to be such…” she paused to find the right word,” “shit-dicks sometimes.”

Evan laughed, “Why do you even hang out with them?” (Y/N) took Evan’s hand and led him to her locker, while thinking of a way to explain herself.

“I kind of feel like, well like, I have to? Like it’s what everyone expects of me.” She opened her locker with him standing there, “There’s just so much pressure on ‘popular people’ to y’know, find who you belong with. And the Heathers decided that I belong with them. I wish I had a choice.”

“Wow. That’s- deep…” Evan cleared his throat, “I mean, you do have a choice. Unless they’re blackmailing you or something.”

“Listen Evan, I’m going to explain something a little personal to you.” She grabbed white-out from the top shelf, “At my last school, nobody wanted anything to do with me. Everyone was so judgmental, and when I heard from my parents that we were moving, I was ecstatic. A chance to start over, and a chance to actually have friends for once.” She began to apply the white-out where Duke had drawn.

“So that’s why you’re so nice? I- I mean like, you seem nice to everyone.” A girl was touching his arm.

“Yea. Because I know what it feels like to be treated like I’m worthless.” She finished covering up the signature and picture.

“C-can- um, will you- uh, sign my cast?” He managed to say. She laughed and looked through her locker to find a blue sharpie. She signed his cast and closed her locker.

“Ok, back to lunch with you, mister.” She laughed.

“Bye, (Y/N)!” He walked away, happily.

Little did either of them know, Jared was right around the corner listening to her story.

“I’ll admit it, I didn’t really think you were that good a person at first.” He said, walking out of his hiding place.

“How much did you hear?” She asked. She recognized him as Jared Kleinman, the boy who had repeatedly caught her eye in the hallways. He looked, if she were sugar-coating it, a little dorky. But like a cute kind of dorky.

“Enough to know that you used to be a girl-version of Evan.” He laughed.

“You can’t tell anyone what your just heard.” She said, a deathly seriousness in her tone.

“Why not? Because it’ll ruin your reputation with the popular kids? You’re so weird.” He scoffed.

“Why do you care? Evan told me that you have it out for me. I just want to know why.”

“Because you’re a poser. I just don’t believe someone who is so popular could be so nice. You’re planning something. What are you going to do? Blow up the school? Punch the principal’s dog in the face?” He took a step forward with an eye-brow raised. Now he was less than a foot in front of her.

“I’m not a terrorist, you di- jerk.” She hissed. To say she was intimidated was an understatement, but she wasn’t going to let him know that. She leaned forward and propped herself up onto her toes.

“You don’t scare me.” He whispered to her. He was amused by how pathetic she looked, trying to look scary.

“Well good, because you don’t scare me either!” she said, looking at his whole face. She never noticed how he had the charming-but-nerdy kind of look to him.

“Oh okay, sure. Prove it.”

“Is that a threat, or are you making a move?” She asked, she was on the verge of laughing at him, but stood her ground. She may or may not have felt extremely attracted to him in that moment, and he may or may not have reciprocated those feelings.

Without thinking, she grabbed him by his shoulders and brought his lips to hers. He was taken aback, but eventually kissed back with an equal amount of vigor.

Neither of them were holding back, and both knew what they wanted. Their lips moved in nearly perfect sync, but the tension and hatred from their argument was still there. It was that hatred towards each other that was fueling the kiss.

His hands were at the small of her back, and gradually moving south. He had her basically pinned to the wall of lockers behind her. She gasped, and brought her hands up to the back of his head, desperately trying to bring him closer, but at this point, that wasn’t possible.

That’s when the bell rung. The lunch period was over.

They both jerked away as fast as they could, both with the same hostile expressions they had before their… ‘interaction’.

“That was disgusting.” She scoffed.

“You’re disgusting.” He said in reply. He walked away, but turned his head to shoot her a wink. Her body heated up, and she turned back to her locker to grab her books for the next period. Instead of her locker she was met with the scowling face of Heather Duke.

“Don’t think I didn’t see that. Tomorrow, everyone is going to know how much of a slut you are for ‘computer-camp-Jared.’ You’ll be less than a nobody.” She growled. 

Grabbing her books from her locker and closing it, (Y/N) tapped Heather’s nose with a smile.

“Who’s going to believe you over me? Being nice may not make me popular, but it makes people like me more than people like you.” And she walked away, leaving Heather dumbfounded. (Y/N) could still feel Jared’s touch linger on her lips.

Today is a good day.

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Prompt: Request for something fluffy and/or smutty with Dennis and Barry from the movie Split

Word Count: 1827

Warning: language, smut (18+), fluffiness

Note: This was written for @fandomstoryteller I hope I delivered, dollface! It’s not beta’d so all mistakes are mine. It also is one of the first-ish cracks at smut for me, so be gentle

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“What do you think of this?” Barry asked as he leaned over and showed you a design.

“Oh, I love the way the pant leg flows,” you commented nicely.

“How’s your dress line coming?” he wondered as he took his sketch pad back and started to work some more.

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Liam and Jaal getting into a compliment battle that began very Innocent and honest.

“You are a most skilled fighter, Liam. I enjoy watching your prowess in the field.”

“Ah thanks mate you’re all good with that techie stuff. Fixed my shields a few time yeah? ”

“Yes well only because you so expertly kept me safe from wayward by bullets. I simply had to return the favor.”

“Of course, I did. Gotta protect our biggest asset, you know? Wouldn’t be good to let you get hurt.”

“Oh, but would not our crisis response be of greater importance? Where then would we be in a crisis?”

“Ah you would all manage, I bet. But we only got one Angara mate and that makes you priority one in my book.”

“Well, in mine, that would be you. I would not want to be caught in a crisis without you.

“Oh, uh, aha, well ah alright thanks yeah. Back at you.”

Or it devolves into Jaal making Liam feel like the stars and then they smooch and cuddle.

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I find her so present and so raw and so available in the moment. She is so alive that I want to be alive like her. I look at her. I listen to her. As much takes place in the silence as it does when we are speaking. –Mandy Patinkin

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Brooklyn Nine-Nine, Jake/Amy, we were invited to a murder mystery party and I'm convinced you're the killer AU OR detectives in the 1920s solving a murder AU

“First of all,” Jake says, after he’s pulled Amy into the bathroom and shut the door behind them, and after he’s decided it’s okay to kiss her, because she’s great and wow, they can do that all the time now because they’re doing the dating thing, and it’s Amy, and okay, she’s looking at him funny now and words, he should be doing the words: “You look great. I know I said that already, but you do. That dress is great. You’re great.”

She smiles, and it’s the hair-tuck smile, and it makes his heart happy. “Thanks.”

“Yeah. Also, okay, I thought we promised we’d tell each other if we were the murderer?”

“What? I’m not the murderer! You are!”

“Sure, Detective Terrible Detective, tell me: if I’m the murderer, how come it’s been you at every scene of the crime, acting all suspicious? ‘Oh, Mr. Yates, tell me more about your dead wife! Let me put my hand on your arm and give you the sexy Bambi eyes!’’”

Amy scoffs. “You’ve also been at every scene, and tagging around with Boyle, and frankly I wouldn’t be surprised if the both of you weren’t accomplices!”

“Accomplices!” Jake takes a step back, hand pressed to his chest, and bumps into the door. “How dare you suggest such a thing?”

Of course, Boyle starts knocking on the door at this point because he has impeccable timing, and Amy shoots Jake a knowing look that he’s seen all too many times before; she sidles past him, slowly, totally unfairly, giving him those eyes, and when she opens the door and walks past Boyle, he’s still not entirely sure that she’s not the killer.

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Honestly I jus wanna be someone's creme puff 😞

oh… uh… ah… whos gonna add a reaction image

Of baby talk and other shenanigans

            .x▬▬▬▬[» Of baby talk and other shenanigans «]▬▬▬▬ ×.

Luna knew she was in for something the moment she entered the Jam&Roller.

It may be Gastón devilish smirk, Nina`s alarmed face or Jim and Jam secretive looks; or even the way Ramiro was looking at her with mocking concentration while popping popcorn in his mouth all the while Simon was trying to conceal his amusement whereas Nico was cleaning the tables looking like the most normal in the group, and Pedro, well he looked quiet but somehow resigned.

Lunas was wary.

“Hey Luna!” Gaston called in a very, very chipper voice.

And rightfully so.

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