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Panic - Finn Balor One shot

Thanks for the request @ashleykaiba sorry it took so long to get finished! - As 5 year old twins Oliver and Olivia sat in the crowd with their mother in the Barclays center they awaited their favorite wwe superstar of all time who also happened to be their father, the twins were a result of a three year relationship that (Y/N) and Finn had shared, they were even engaged to be married but once the twins were born things quickly became bad.. they fought a lot from lack of sleep, finn was constantly on the road leaving (Y/N) to be home caring for the two infants who were also born 3 months prematurely little Oliver was born first and weighed 2 pounds and 3 ounces with his mother’s features, however little Olivia had always been the smaller of the two.. she was born last and weighed a whole 1 pound and 7 ounces, and she had her father’s features.. his bright blue eyes and sharp jaw, she was touch and go for a while but Finn would always tell the story of when ever Olivia was first born he went into the NICU (Neonatal Intensive Care Unit) and place his finger inside the incubator and the little girl wrapped her tiny hand around his pinky and grasped onto it not letting go “You’ve got quite the grip little girl.. I think you’re strong than you’re letting on..” he would say to her which also lead to her becoming the leader between the two, whatever she did her brother was sure to follow… As (Y/N) watched the two children jump up and down upon hearing their father’s entrance music she couldn’t help but smile they had a bond with him that was something she would never take away.. As they were backstage (Y/N) was discussing things with Fergal about the upcoming week, the twins would be staying with him for the week since they were on spring break from school “Mama likes him” Little Olivia said confidently “How do you know?” Oliver asked questioning his younger sister “Cause.. I’m a girl I know!” She said determined “Whatever you say..” Oliver said rolling his little eyes “Trust me.. they’re gonna get back together” “How do you know that?” He questioned once more “Because! If they don’t do it we will” she said “I don’t know.. this sounds like a scary idea” Oliver said timid “Do you want them back together or not?” Olivia raised her eyebrows and folded her arms as she looked at her brother “What’s the plan?” He asked and she leaned in to whisper the plan in his ear It was half way through the week when Olivia decided to put the plan in action, she decided to Stowe away in the backseat of becky Lynch and Carmella telling the two girls her father had agreed to the idea all the while Finn had no idea “Oliver!” Finn said sternly as he walked into the locker room “where’s your sister?” He asked “I dunno” Oliver shrugged and Finn could tell he was lying “Oliver James!” Finn said sternly “I don’t know!” He said back sternly and Finn walked out of the room and pulled his phone from his pocket dialing a familiar number “Hello?” Y/N answered “(Y/N), don’t kill me..” Finn started “Who doesn’t have have a limb? Which one pushed the other? What happened?” (Y/N) asked quickly knowing something was wrong “They have all their limbs.. I think..” Finn said and Oliver walked out grabbing the phone from his father “Mom.. dad lost Liv..” Oliver said and finn snatched the phone back from his son “What? How do you lose a person?!?” (Y/N) yelled “She’s so small.. she easy to misplace” he said quickly “Just.. keep looking.. I’m on my way” (Y/N) said (Y/N) arrived at the venue a few hours later and was met by a distraught looking Finn, she walked up to him with every intent to yell at him but when she saw the panic in his eyes that anger soon faded away and she grabbed his hands in hers “We’ll find her” (Y/N) said looking in his eyes “I’m sorry.. I’m such a bad father, what kind of father doesn’t notice his child isn’t there?” He asked scolding himself “No.. no you’re not, there’s two of them.. you’re only one person.. I’ve misplaced Oliver once or twice..” she said “You have?” Finn asked “Given he was always found 2 minutes later.. but nonetheless” she said “What if she’s not found?” He asked tears threatening to escape his eyes and she grabbed his face bringing it to hers as she gently placed her lips on his and pulled away slowly “Better?” She whispered and he nodded A few hours later Oliver noticed Becky and Carmella walking back into the venue with Olivia following close behind “I believe we have something that belongs to you” Becky said pushing Olivia towards her parents who quickly engulfed her in their tight embrace “Don’t you ever do that again! Do you hear me?” Finn scolded “Okay daddy..” Olivia said sweetly and he put her down and Olivia ran to Oliver hugging him and the two looked at their parents as they shared another kiss “Told ya…” Olivia said to Oliver who high fived her

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John and Sherlock sharing a bed in some cheap run down motel that hasn’t been updated since 1972 and it’s fucking awkward because John’s so in love with Sherlock it practically makes him cross-eyed, and he’s desperate and doesn’t know how else to break the tension so he leans over and puts a pound into bed’s built in “magic fingers” massage unit and the whole bed starts rattling and shaking and they both lay there absolutely mad with laughter, red-faced and breathless, and Sherlock rolls over to jab accusingly at John’s side, if it gets stuck like this, I swear to God, and John swats at him and catches his hand–just as the bed stops–and they’re there, stuck, unmoving, too close, eyes caught, and finally John just mutters, oh, for god’s sake, and he leans in and kisses Sherlock short and hard and quick, and draws back like well?? what do you have to say for yourself? but Sherlock just follows him, catches his mouth again, and if the bed shakes after that, well, it’s not really the bed’s fault.

The thing about safe vore

I know some people have already abandoned this post solely based on one of the words in the title. Some left because of the word “vore”. Others left because of the word “safe”.

Let me just say, I’m vore fluff garbage and in not much of a stance to judge people who keep to themselves and their own circles- What this post is about is the ones who refuse to keep it in. The ones who drag death into everything. Those who trod all over the people like me who are repulsed by such death.

What they fail to realize is that this is some people’s safe place. Their happy place. I, personally, comfort myself to sleep by imagining safe vore. It’s where I escape to in my head when the world around me is bearing down and crushing me under pressure. I share this, and much more, with many fans of safe vore.

People who like fatal, if they know what they’re doing, will try to respect the boundaries of more sensitive people. If they don’t, they’ll do all they can to force their views in others’ faces, leaving only themselves happy in the end. They’ll take beautiful work and dribble blood (or worse) all over it. They steal people’s personal pictures of themselves and add gross captions, then post it up as art.

People like this are slowly driving good people out of the vore community. I’ve seen it happen several times over, and it’s making me sick. What exactly are you accomplishing by turning someone’s safe place into their worst nightmare? What are you gaining by forcing them out? Do you think there’ll be more art there just for you after they drop it?

This all will either reach only the people on my side of the argument, or the ones I’ve adressed will look, laugh, and keep doing what they’re doing, but now with more pride than before… But I had to say this. The people who I said were being driven out don’t know me, and I don’t know them, but when they leave the community, I feel like I’m losing a friend. I’m beginning to feel like a wolf walking among fur trappers trying to find my pack, and only finding their pelts. The thing that, not long ago, stopped me from feeling so alone is now making me feel more isolated than ever.

So, seriously. Stop your shit and learn some manners, guys. You’re hurting people far more than you may think you are when you toss death into their happy place.

[RvB Fic]

Title: 5 Deaths Agent Washington Never Lived

Rating: R

Characters: Agent Washington, Carolina, Epsilon, Locus, Dr. Grey, The Meta

Warnings: Death. So much death. Injuries, blood. Also suicide. 

Notes: Written for @rvbficwars Bingo Wars, for the glory of Blue Team. For the square ‘canon divergence’

Summary: Nothing is beautiful and everything hurts.

AO3

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Ferns and Home Creek, Humboldt County, CA by 4 Corners Photo
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Five-fingered ferns (adiantum aleuticum) grow from the vertical walls Fern Canyon as water trickles down through the leaves into Home Creek in Humboldt County, California.

we are never (ever getting back together)

In which Sakura waited, got tired of waiting, and decided to never wait ever again.

also available on AO3 and FFN

Warning: can be seen as Sasuke bashing. Is not canon compliant, totally does not support sasusaku and is purely a fic made out of spite.

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anonymous asked:

Hello, Gabi! We all know that Louis loves to hold his hand on Harry's waist. But what is Harry's favorite spot on Louis?) where does he usually put his hand? Can you show us please:)

I think it is hard to define a spot, because frankly he loves touching him everywhere. He is so in love with Louis’ everything that it is impossible to single out a spot. And frankly, Harry loves giving all of Louis’ body parts his attention.

When they are laying on a towel having a lazy day, trying to catch some sun in the safety of their backyard, Louis on his tummy, Harry loves sitting on Louis’ lowerback (or arse), spreading cold suncream on his back, neck and shoulders, paying extra attention to the dimples on his back while his fingers wander around the waistband of his shorts, then his lower back is his favorite.

When they are home, having a few days off, doing their things, they are able to stay in separate rooms for a few hours but then the itch comes and they look for each other in that monstrum of a home they have and find the other cleaning or sorting clothes or playing fifa etc then those times it is whichever body part they can reach first. Just a kiss here and there, just a quick ‘hey i missed you’ and that kiss usually lands on shoulders and collarbones.

When Harry wakes up and Louis is still asleep, he loves playing with his fingers which are spread on his tummy as Louis holds him tight, being the big spoon he always has been. During these times Harry loves pulling Louis’ fingers, massaging the knuckles, kissing the fingertips one by one, until he feels his boy stirring behind him, giving him a raspy *morning love* before getting his morning shoulder kiss.

When they decide to go back to sleep and Harry turns into Louis’ chest then he never misses kissing his collarbones and his chest. Lots of kisses, silly giggling.

When they are walking around in casual clothes on the streets of LA Harry’s favorite spot is Louis’ waist and if his hand finds comfort more often than not in the back pockets of Louis then no one can blame him.

When they are making slow love, Harry loves spreading his fingers on Louis’ sweaty back, he can’t help it, he loves it so bloody much.

When he wakes up to an empty bed and stumbles in the kitchen, finding his boy making brekkie, he is walking up to him, hugging him from behind and nuzzling his head in Louis’ shoulders. That’s when his shoulders are his favorite spot.

When they are in the shower and they actually have some time to be lazy, he loves washing his hair and massaging Louis’ head, eliciting some moans from him because Harry’s hands are reaaallllly good.

When they are in social events and they know they have to cut back the PDA an occasional uniting of little fingers, a barely there touch on the waist, a whisper promising some fun times and at the same time causing goosebumps as the hot breath of Harry’s brushes Louis’ ear because *really Harold there are people in this room*.

When they are hot and bothered, getting in a car, trying to blink out the flashes of the cameras, being safe behind the tinted windows it is Louis’ tighs that drive Harry crazy as they sit next to each other and their sides touch.

When they are doing rehearsals and Louis is talking about renditions or has some great ideas that make Harry so proud he just fixates on Louis’ lips, watching in awe as his thick accent can be distinguished when he talks, hearing his beautiful voice and sometimes he just walks up to him and kisses him senseless, the other boys long stopped coughing or teasing him, he can’t help that Louis’ mouth is edible. He knows that Louis HATES when Harry shuts him up while he is talking but he also knows that his boy melts immediately into the kiss, forgetting his anger and also what he as talking about before Harry so rudely interrupted him.

When they have a fight, and they are barely talking to each other, having a row that was exhausting and it started hours ago but they have no idea why they are still on it, Harry lies next to Louis, both breathing, eyes open, unable to sleep, too worked up, heart beating too fast, then these are the moments when one thing that cannot not happen is giving Louis a good night kiss. And more times than not that good night kiss turns into a second kiss and a simple peck, then tongues and silent *sorry i was dumb* and *fuck i don’t want to fight anymore*’s are being exchanged.

When they visit Louis’ family in Donny and Harry is leaning against the door, watching Louis playing with the twins, still being unseen, he likes to surprise Louis and walk up to him, pecking his head.

When they are in the car and Louis drives, Harry loves occassionally placing his hand on top of Louis’ on the gear shift, and when that becomes uncomfortable, he is just placing his fingers on Louis’ thighs.

When Louis works out for a charity game, kicking the footie for hours, practicing in the backyard in his trackies, then Harry can’t help but admire the way his ass moves in the trackies. He walks up to him and squuezes it. A lot.

When they are backstage, ready for an award show and Louis is being fidgety and nervous, it is Louis’ pulsepoint in his wrist that Harry’s hand finds by instinct to calm him down.

When they have a movie night and they are cuddled together, Harry’s head in Louis’ lap, he can’t help but draw circles and silly words on his tummy and that is when Louis’ tummy is his favorite spot.

When Louis is asleep and Harry wants to wake him up he carefully lies on top of him, supporting himself on one hand, placing light kisses on every part of Louis’ face, a barely there peck on the mouth, then going up, brushing his cheeks, the top of his nose, his forehead, his closed eyelids, admiring his long eyelashes, but when Louis opens his eyes that is the moment when Harry stops breathing because goodammit he loves getting lost in those beautiful blue eyes. That is when his eyes are his favorite things.

When Harry is being very emotional, then it is Louis’ tattoos. All of them. Thoroughly kissed. Works just as well when it is Louis who is emotional.

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just realized that nesta (since feyre is currently with the tool) is probably going to take down the king of hyburn with the book of breathings because only things that are Made can speak the spells and summon its power- remember???OR ALL three archeron sisters together are going to kick his ass. UNitEd.

Types of Throwing Boards

Throwing boards are commonly known as atlatls. However, atlatl is the Nahuatl (Mixtec/Aztec) word for throwing board and was not the source of the tool’s invention as the tool is known to predate this culture at many locations around the world.

The top throwing board is found in northwestern Alaska and is known as the Birnirk style. Today, the Yup'ik people have a term for their throwing board called “naqua”. The hole in the board is for the forefinger which is used to help stabilize the board during the throw.

The second throwing board is called a “woomera”. This is a traditional Indigenous Australian style where the middle of the board has a obvious concavity. This is a product of the type of tree the wood is taken from, as the plant felled for the board is round and easily hollowed. The woomera is thrown with the concavity facing the thrower’s face. Once tossed, the board is twisted 90 degrees at the end of the throw so the concavity ends up facing the target. A quartz scraper is usually attached at the base of the handle so the board really has multiple functions; almost as a Swiss army knife.

The bottom throwing board is of a Basket Maker style. These are found in the Southwest United States. Leather finger holes are put on either side of the board. The forefinger and middle finger go through the loops straddling the wood. The stone tied to roughly the midpoint of the board is called a bannerstone. This likely increases the distance of the throw by adding weight behind the toss, and with that weight, the stability of the throw is also increased.

All throwing boards have small points at their far end for the base of the dart being thrown to fit in. The point can be made from antler, bone, or ivory, or in some cases it is carved into the wood from which the board is made.