vault bag


That Bag Tag Thing w/ my Vault 111 bag I got from LootCrate

The contents inside are oh so mysterious~

* A small notebook that I use for note taking in class, or synopsis on woman’s literature books

* Java programming textbook, which is useless in every way imaginable 

* Literature by Woman, another textbook

* A planner that has the first week of January 2017 filled out and thats abt it but it stays anyways

* How to Ruin Everything by George Watsky, probably one of my favorite books & im not even done with it

* Sylvia Plath’s The Bell Jar for class, but also its a really lit book & by lit i mean depressing

* Abt 20 pencils, but only 8 shown above

I was tagged by @cabsim &&  I tag… @kismet-sims, @goldenpixels! && anyone else who wants to!! 

anonymous asked:

Number 9, mavin pls??

9. Distracting Kiss

Michael loved Los Santos.

He knew Los Santos better than most, and he reveled in it–the dirt, the unapologetic corruption, the scum of the earth all gathered together in a united thirst for blood and depravity. It was home.

And, listening to the laughs that echoed through his comms, he knew his crew felt the same way.

“Alright, assholes,” Geoff called, the sound of sirens intermixing with his call to attention. “Ten minutes before pickup; get what you can and get the fuck out.”

Michael verbalized his agreement, already zipping up his duffel bag full of money, when a voice rang out behind him.

“Michael, boi?” He turned, smiling when he caught sight of Gavin in the entrance to the vault, his own bag slung over his shoulder.

“Ready to get the fuck outta here?” He asked. He looked at his partner with confusion when Gavin merely grinned at him.

“Fancy a wager, boi? We got plenty of time.”

“Greatest number of cop kills wins?”

“Winner chooses how to celebrate tonight,” Gavin grinned, wagging his eyebrows beneath his golden glasses.

“Your ass is mine tonight, bitch,” Michael laughed, cocking his gun. “Count it down.”

“Go!” Gavin yelped, ignoring Michael’s spluttered cry of “Cheater!”

The next few minutes were a cacophony of bullets and screams, a symphony against the crescendo of police sirens wailing and helicopter blades whirling outside. Michael couldn’t suppress the manic grin that stretched across his face.

“Die, you bitch,” he snapped, unloading an entire clip into the corpse of a particularly troublesome officer of the law. “That’s nine!“

He paused behind a destroyed counter to reload his pistol, expertly exchanging one clip for another. He gasped when blood sprayed across the right side of his body, a cop’s corpse landing inches from him with a neat hole through the center of his head.

“That’s eight.”

Michael turned from where he was crouched, pistol raised. Gavin smirked down at him, green eyes dark and glittering with adrenaline. He pulled Michael up and grabbed ahold of his jacket, pulling him flush against Gavin’s chest as Gavin kissed him.

“If you could see how you look right now,” Gavin muttered, placing aggressive, biting kisses all over Michael’s skin. Michael stuffed his pistol behind his back and pushed Gavin up against the wall, returning the favor.

Gavin broke the kiss and wrapped his arms around Michael’s waist, pressing his lips to Michael’s nose, his cheeks, his lips. The mixture of adrenaline and lust pumped through Michael’s blood, spurring him to pushGavin further into the wall and bite Gavin’s lip, feeling a burst of pride at the sound the other man made. Suddenly, there was a movement behind him, and two shots went off right next to Michael’s ear. He startled badly, nearly falling to the floor.

“Nine. Ten.”

Michael gawped, his head flitting back and forth between the two cops dead on the ground a foot next to him, and the smug Brit against the wall, spinning Michael’s gun around his finger.

“Hey, idiots! Pick up’s here! Get the fuck out, now!”

“Look’s like I win, Michael,” Gavin grinned, fixing his hair.

“You son of a bitch,” Michael whispered, absolutely dumbstruck by the turn of events. Gavin pressed a smacking kiss to his cheek, dancing out of the way when Michael growled and swiped at him.

“Don’t be like that, love! We still have to celebrate tonight!” He hefted his duffel back up, sending Michael a shit-eating grin.

“I fucking hate you, you know that?” He called after him, trying to be angry, but mostly coming off as fondly exasperated. Gavin blew him a kiss and ran outside.

Michael smiled, shaking his head. Yeah, Los Santos was definitely home.

Thank you so much for the ask! <3

Leave pt. 2

Pairing: Alexander Hamilton x Reader

Prompt: part two of this post 

Words: 604



        “I SAID LEAVE!”

                “I SAID LEAVE!”

It haunted your dreams. The last thing that Alex said to you. It’s been a month, but these dreams still haunt you.

You don’t know how he’s doing, if he’s taking care of himself. You wanted to write to him, you just didn’t know what to say. A half finished letter sat on your desk.

My dearest Alexander,

I am very sorry that I left without telling you. I’m even more sorry that I wasn’t able to help you that day before I left. I hope that you aren’t doing anything reckless, and that you are taking care of yourself. I care for you a whole lot, probably more than I should. I wish to see you again, to continue in our conversations, and our walks in the park.

Maybe I shouldn’t write this but I think you should know, Alexander, that…

And it stopped there. You wanted to tell him that you loved him, but you didn’t know the exact words. You could just be blunt, but you wanted to sound poetic. It was conflicting.

You loved him.


Alexander was conflicted. He wanted to send you the letters that he has been writing, but he also wanted to tell you in person. He wanted to travel all the way to Williamsburg and gather you in his arms, and give you a passionate kiss.

He wanted to throw himself on his knees and beg for your forgiveness. He just wanted to hear your voice one more time.

“Alex pleas-”

    “Alex pleas-”

        “Alex pleas-”

Was all that he heard in his dreams. The last words that he ever heard from your mouth. It was to much.

Before he knew it he had packed a bag and vaulted himself into a carriage. He told the driver to go straight to Williamsburg. He had no idea where you were but he would find you if it was the last thing he ever did.


It took weeks to travel to you, but he didn’t regret it. Now all he had to do was find where you live. Which was a difficult task, but then again, nothing was going to keep you from him.


You were still upset about everything that had happened. You still hadn’t finished your letter, and you were losing hope that you would ever finish at all.

Your parents were worried about you. You didn’t want to see a lot of people, you didn’t want to go out. They tried helping you make new friends and introduce you to eligible bachelors, but none of them set off a spark in you.

Today was unlike any other, you just sat and stared at the letter that you had been trying to write.

“Miss? You have a visitor. He says it’s urgent,” a maid said to you.

You got up and walked downstairs.



He had done it. He had finally found your new home. He was shaking so much, he could barely knock on the door. A maid let him in and went to fetch you.

“Alex?” It was you. You were here, right in front of him. Finally.

He grabbed you.

“I’m so very sorry for what I said to you. I didn’t mean it. I never wanted you to leave!” he started rambling.

You didn’t know what to say. So you didn’t say anything. Instead you kissed him. Right on the mouth.

He stopped for a second, and you were about to pull away, before he kissed you back, pressing your body against his.

You broke away.

“Please don’t ever leave me Y/N.”


Teller to Robber

Hiccup pointed his gun at the blonde teller behind the counter. “Don’t make any sudden moves,” he told her. “Just put the cash in the bag and you’ll be home for dinner unscathed,” he told her. “And don’t even think of hitting the Silent Alarm. I’ve already cut it.”

Heather and Astrid were in the vault, loading up duffel bags with as much as they could carry. Between the two of them they had eight bags, and Hiccup would carry four more out. “No die packs either.”


101nightshade101  asked:

headcanon: groups of cogs have different names depending on the cog type. for example, it would be a flock of legal eagles, a school of loan sharks, a congress of big wigs, a crew of corporate raiders, a platter of big cheeses, a clinic of spin doctors, a cast of mr. hollywoods, a case of pencil pushers, a coven of bloodsuckers, a gang of robber barons, a vault of money bags, etc. etc.

A fuck of cog bosses

“You and I Were Fireworks

Summary: In which Nico is simultaneously angry and awkward, Will is smitten, Jason ships it, things explode, and Will breaks the ice (this is a hilarious pun, I promise. You’ll see).

(A very happy Fourth of July to Americans and a very happy Saturday to everyone else.)

Nico di Angelo was bored. No, worse. Nico di Angelo was bored and angry.

Above, stars the color of a sunrise burst and scattered and faded across the sky, accompanied by a cacophony of staccato blasts, like a firing gun. Reflections of the fireworks danced across the lake, blindingly luminous for a second, and then gone. And, stretching from the rocky beach all the way to the food kiosk where Nico was working, was a sea of people that seemed far more expansive, far more undulating, than the water itself.

The Fourth of July was an enormous deal in Nico’s city, for reasons Nico wasn’t sure he understood. For decades upon decades, every year on the Fourth, thousands of people packed themselves into the small, grassy park on the banks of the lake. Food stands set up shop, glowing toys were sold by the dozens, and the whole city held its breath while things blew up in the sky.


“It’s tradition,” Nico’s half-sister had told him before he left the house.

Well, call him crazy, but Nico wasn’t all that impressed by ‘tradition.’

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Certified nutso

Pairing; Joker x Harley 

Harley messes up on a heist and when the joker figures out, he raises hell.

A/N: This is very dark and unlike anything i’ve written before, but i thought i’d give it a try.

Warnings; Graphic violence, gore, abuse

The entire room was quiet. Mister J had taken us all out on a heist. We had it all perfectly planned, down to the tiniest detail. But of course stupid batsy had to interfere. I was standing guard at the bank entrance, revolver in my hand. Mister J was rounding up people and killing those who didn’t say yes sir when told to get on their knees. The other goons did the heavy work. Emptying vaults, loading bags up with money and carrying them out to the back of the van. Everything was running smoothly.

Mister J was laughing, waving his arms around and firing shots everywhere. People were screaming and covering their ears. I fucked up. I fucked up really bad. Stupid, stupid me being so in love with my puddin, i was dumb enough to take my eyes of the front door to catch a glimpse of him in his psycothic glory. It was only for a couple of seconds, but it was enough time for batman to kick in the door in and punch me in the stomach.

‘’JOKER!’’ he roared and came running towards him. Mister J was caught off guard and didn’t have time to do anything before batsy tackled him to the ground and beat him. Naturally, he wasn’t expecting the bat to storm in and attack him because he trusted me to do my really fucking easy job right.

It all ended up with the batman grabbing me and threatening to throw me off the roof of the building. He would never actually do it, I mean come on, he’s the good guy remember? But he knew I was Mister J’s only weakness. Minutes later, we were surrounded by helicopters and police cars and we barely managed to escape. Mister J disappeared while me and his goons raced the van out of there quicker than you can say puddin

 Now we all sat in Mister J’s mansion, awaiting our punishment. None of us knew where he was right know but we knew he was coming back. He probably needed to blow off some steam and kill a few people. Several of his goons where shaking in their pants. I have to admit; even I was a little shaky. We had never fucked up this bad. We always followed procedure and we always had a plan b. All of a sudden, the door burst open and in came mister j. His hair was messy, strands of his neon green hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. His shirt missed two buttons and he had fresh blood on his naked chest. ‘’NOW’’ he howled and looked at us. We jumped in our seats and looked down, terrified to make eye contact. ‘’How come, a group of useless, worthless idiots like you couldn’t pull of robbing a bank? Huh?’’ he started. His voice was dead serious.

If no one answered, boom someone would get shot. If someone did but didn’t give him a real good fucking explanation, boom, brains splattered everywhere. A goon sitting across from me, cleared his throat and looked up at the boss. ‘’Yes, you! Goat head, please do go ahead.’’ Mister J walked closer. Shit, I really liked that dude. ‘’It wouldn’t have gotten that fucked, if the batman hadn’t showed up and screwed us over, boss.’’ He said. Wrong answer. ‘’BATMAN! Our good old friend batman yes. He did make a rather surprising visit. However.’’ He loaded his gun. ‘’If you hadn’t been so fucking slow, you would’ve taken down batsy before he had time to sway his little cape. He lifted the gun and the man closed his eyes, waiting for the boss to, how do you say? Blow his brains out.

Instead, he moved his arm in my direction and shot the goon sitting next to me. He fell to the ground, face first and I gasped. ‘’Missed.’’ He said with a deadly grin on his face. ‘’Anyone else?’’ he shouted and waved the gun around the room. ‘’Noo?’’ The room remained completely silent. ‘’Well. In that case.’’ He raised his gun and shot the goon sitting on my left side. I flinched and choked back my tears. He knew. All of a sudden, mister J gasped dramatically and placed his palm on his heart. ‘’Harls! I didn’t see you over there.’’ He began walking towards me.

‘’EVERYBODY OUT.’’ Mister J screamed at the top of his lungs. Everybody got up and ran with their heads down towards the closest exit, terrified for their lives. ‘’Pumpkin, sweet cheeks, light of my life, guard of my doors.’’ He singsang and stopped in front of me. ‘’Tell me, doll. How exactly did the Batman get in on your watch?’’ he placed the cold gun on my chin and used it to force me to look up at him. ‘’I¨-I’m sorry, Mister J’’ ‘’I’m sorry what was that? I couldn’t quite hear you, angel face.’’

His voice was considerably lower now. ‘’I looked away.’’ I admitted shamefully. ‘’But only for a second Mister J, I swear! Batsy must have been waiting for me to turn away so that he coul-.’’ Mister J put his finger on my lips and silenced me. ‘’Why did you turn away?’’ he demanded in a growl. ‘’I-uh, I was just checking up on ya puddin.’’ I smiled at him and tried to look as innocent as possible.

Mister J raised his hand and used the force of his entire arm to slap me across the face. I fell to the ground with a loud thud and lost the feeling in my face. My cheek was pounding and bruised like a schoolgirl’s knee. He grabbed me by my hair and pulled my body up the stairs and through five rooms. My eyes were running like a waterfall as I dug my nails into the floorboards, cracking the ends and splitting my fingertips open. Oh no. He dragged me into his ‘’special room.’’

‘’Get up.’’ He spat at me and kicked me in the stomach. I groaned in pain and curled up into a little ball. ‘’Come ooon, don’t be weak! I’ve taught you better cupcake, GET UP.’’ He started shouting. I used the little strength I had left to pull myself up and dizzily tried to balance myself on my heavy feet. ‘’What do you say, we throw this little lady onto the table?’’ he chuckled, grabbed my neck and pushed me down on my back. He used the leather straps of the old hospital chair he’d stolen from a hospital he blew up and tied them around my wrists.

I winced in pain as I felt them dig into my thin skin. He picked up a knife and started poking my exposed skin with it, careful not to puncture it. ‘’Daddy has to punish you for being such a careless little girl. You understand that, don’t you dollface?’’ he shook his finger at me. Before I had the time to answer, he pressed the blade down on my stomach. I screamed in pain as he cut a straight, short line over my lower abdomen. Blood started dripping down the sides of my stomach.

I laid there, my face full of pain, my cheek swollen and my eyes pursed together with tears streaming down my flushed cheeks. ‘’Aaawe. Why so glum, my plum?’’ he laughed and dragged the knife across my skin, up my stomach, over my chest and rested it on my lips. ‘’Taste yourself.’’ I whimpered and shook my head. He cut my lower lip and tsked me. The blood from the fresh cut, ran through my cracked lips and onto my tongue. ‘’Theere we go.’’ He said with an amused grin. ‘’You like it when daddy plays with you?’’ he purred into my ear. I cried and nodded my head. ‘’Yes Mister J, anything for you.’’ I whimpered in pain.

Mister J seemed satisfied with his punishment as he grabbed my back and helped me onto my feet again. I could feel my skin pounding under my feet. ‘’Now, let’s get you cleaned up, beautiful.’’ He brushed my hair behind my ear and stroked my bruised cheek. Mister J cleaned up my wounds and washed off all the blood before he carried me to bed. ‘’Sleep tight, don’t let the bedbugs bite.’’ he said as he kissed my bloody lips.

I knew it wouldn’t always be like this. It was my fault, I messed it all up. And if I hadn’t been such a geek, this could’ve been avoided. Gee Harley, you really did it this time. I mean don’t get me wrong, my puddin’s a little rough sometimes, but he loves me, really.

Fallout Plush Pins on Sale

Hey y’all! I’ve finally finished working out the kinks and have some lovely plush pins on sale. I’m opening with a batch of 20, and will renew the listing after the first batch is complete!

Etsy only let me upload 5 photos, but you can see the fronts and backs of all six styles here.

You know you want a bitty Hancock to pin to your bag/hat/vault suit

“The Cold”

REQUEST (by @sebstanshitposts):  could I request an imagine where the reader is dating Peter pre CW but she has powers so when he fights w tony it kinda causes a rift between them?? if they’re closed then that’s totally okay!! thank you!! ❤️❤️

NOTE: I’m always open to requests! Thank you for sending one in :) 

By the way, if anyone has sent me a request recently, I’ve received it! I’m in Florida right now so I’m only able to write in my free time, but I promise I’ll get it out to you! I just want it to be the best quality it can be :)

Originally posted by tomhollanddaily

     You sat in your desk in Chemistry, bored out of your mind. The teacher seemed to have an endless amount of PowerPoint slides, and when you checked the clock, you still had fifty minutes of class left. Sighing, you leaned back, absently watching your other classmates. 

    Your desk was positioned at the back of the class which gave you a clear view of everyone, and most especially your best friend and boyfriend, Peter Parker. He sat in the front which made it easy for him to get your attention in times of need. Times like right now. 

    Glancing at his phone, he coughed loudly to make sure that he had your attention. Subtly, Peter leaned his head on his hand that was closest to you and held up two fingers, then one, and then he tapped his finger on his head four times. So it’s a robbery you thought, smiling as you started to pack up your books. Peter had created an app on his phone that was hooked into the radios of the police. It notified him of when key words were mentioned in recent conversations or 911 calls. Since you’d been playing heroes for the past four months, you’d gotten the communication down to a simple finger tapping. 

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luckyredundies gave me the best birthday present of all time!

I did not expect this at all. She went above and beyond. 

I completely freaked out when i saw it.

Nuka cola quantum, S.P.E.C.I.A.L. book, party hats, vault 101 bag, pip boy phone case, radiation glowsticks and a special message from the overseer ;)

Thank you so much!!!!!!! I will always remember this!!!