victory ball

a list of quality ratonhnhaké:ton quotes that, in my opinion, deserve way more attention:

  • “will i get something for my troubles, aside from impressing a 12 year old girl?”
  • “fishing is a nice change of pace at times”
  • “stop. poking me”
  • “oh. OH! well, good for you!”
  • [falls out of tree] “what? i meant to do that”
  • “we don’t know what’s on the other side!” “we do now”
  • “i expect an apology when i return”
  • “how do i look?” “ridiculous”
  • [wins a bocce ball match] “victory is sweet”
  • “and instead you ask us to, what, shell all of new york?” “no of course not. only part of it”
  • “this next part you may not like” “as if i have liked the others?”
  • “recovered from your beating then?”
  • “is that so, old man? or perhaps we should step outside? i will gladly demonstrate how easily i could trounce… you”
  • “THAT’S IT” [bashes a guy’s face in with a checkers board]
  • “i will uncover this mystery myself!”
  • [finds norris in an outhouse] “oh… i will find you later then”

feel free to add more

Growing feelings (M)

Request- new girl at school jungkook x reader some smut and a lot of fluff. 

A/N- Hey! I’m sorry this is up so late. Thank you so much for requesting, I hope you enjoy!  Sorry it’s not all that smutty, it’s legit just kissing ~ sorry! 

This scenario contains sexual and mature themes. You have been warned!

Originally posted by sugutie

Today was your first day at your new school. You were moved to a different country, all due to your mom getting an amazing job offer she couldn’t refuse. You were happy for her, but leaving your friends behind was hard. You spent the summer in (what ever country please), so you made a few friends already. 

Joy was a good friend to you, you moved into the house beside hers. She welcomed you into her group of friends, which was great. You wouldn’t be alone on the first day. She told you all about her boyfriend, Hoseok and his friends. You had seen pictures of them, and you had to admit they were hot as fuck. 

You walked through your new school doors. People hugging their friends they haven’t seen all summer. Everyone gushing and gossiping about what they did and what everyone else did, or who they did. You spotted Joy and walked over to her. 

“You’re here!” She remarked, getting off of Hoseoks lap. She pulled you into a hug. 

“Well obviously.” You rolled your eyes, giggling hugging her back. You pull away to see seven faces staring at you. The hot as fuck boys from the pictures Joy showed you. “Hi.” Is all you can say. 

“Guys, this is Y/N. Y/N this is the boys.” Joy informs you. The boy with messy brown hair, pink running through it, was breath taking. You couldn’t stop staring at his prefect face. And prefect it was. “Let’s see your timetable.” Joy grabs the sheet of paper in your hand. 

“Oh you have history, with Jungkook. Kookie will you be a dear and show Y/N where to go?” Who was this Kookie? Then a deep honey voice takes you out of your confusion. 

“Yeah, shall we?” Hot boy with messy hair is Jungkook. Fuck. Even looking at him was making heat form between your thighs. He stands up and turns down the hall, you follow suit. He sticks his hand out. “Jungkook.” 

“Y/N.” You shake his hand back. You and Jungkook wall side by side to your history class. You can feel his gaze on you the whole way there. You cheeks heat up. He was so fucking beautiful, it wasn’t fair. You wondered if he had a girlfriend. Like he was hot, he must have. Right? 

As the weeks go by you make more and more friends. Everyone seemed to like you. But your feelings for Jungkook grow and grow. Joy often brought you to their basket ball games, as Hoseok was on the team. So was Jungkook. Seeing him dripping in sweat, pushing his hair back. New panties please, these a ruined. Every girl in your school was in love with him. Everyone of them wore skimpy dresses and pushed up their boobs, but that wasn’t you. You weren’t going to change your ripped jeans for anything. Ripped jeans are life. 

Your mind often drifted to Jungkook, would he ever look at you as a romantic partner. You were to scared to find out. You were sitting on the side lines of P.E class, the basket ball team got to practice, as they have the champion ship final in a week. You sat there day dreaming and didn’t notice the ball coming towards your head. Next thing you know your on the floor, blood gushing out of your nose. Some girls scream you roll your eyes putting a hand over your nose, to try and stop some on the blood flow. 

“Oh fuck, Are you okay? I’m so sorry.” Someone helps you off the floor. You can’t see them. 

“Jeon, take her to the nurse.” The coach yells. Jeon, as in Jeon Jungkook. The world can be cruel sometimes, but at least you get to look at him. You start to walk, Jungkook wraps an arm around your waist and his other holding your wrist, that is at your face. You both get to the nurses office, he opens the door. 

“She’s on break, but let’s wait for her here.” Jungkook states. He drops his hold on your wrists and lifts you up on the bed. His hands are still on your hips, as he leans down to look you in the eye. “I’m really sorry about your face. I didn’t mean to hit you.” 

“Look, it’s cool. Don’t worry, shit happens.” You brush it off. “But could you hand me some tissues.” You ask sweetly. Jungkook eyes widen, he shuffles away grabbing about twenty tissues and hands them to you. You giggle at how flustered he is. “Thank you.” 

That day Jungkook stayed by your side and brought you out for ice-cream to say sorry. The feelings, they wont go. They keep growing stronger. The way he looked in your eyes, his smile, his laugh. It was getting harder to ignore them. So when Joy told you Hoseok was throwing a house party, because his parents where going to New York for the week. You thought let’s dress up and give it all I got. 

“What do I wear?” You ask your friend from back home over Facetime. 

“Oh, your black dress. You know the one that his tight at the top and flows out from your waist. You always look soooo fine in that. Damn!” You giggle. 

“You think?” 

“I know!” She shouts. You take her advice and put on your little black dress, pairing it with a choker and some heels. You weren’t over done, but just enough. You weren’t big into wearing dresses that show the top of your ass off. You apply some make-up and straighten your hair. You looked gorgeous, to say the least. 

Jungkook POV- 

“Do you think Y/N will come?” Jungkook asks Taehyung. Buttoning his pants. 

“Why don’t you just ask her out already? Like you never shut the fuck up about her. If you don’t kiss her tonight, I will.” Taehyung knew Jungkook was jealous and wouldn’t let him touch you, but this was the push he needed. 

Ever since he first saw Jungkook wanted to ask you out. He thought you were amazing. He loved your laugh, your sarcastic comments that amused everyone. He wanted to be able to celebrate his victory in basket ball with you the way Hoseok did with Joy. He wanted to introduce you as his girlfriend to people. He wanted you. His feelings for you grew more and more… every time the clock ticked. 

Walking into the party, Jungkook scanned the floor for you. His eyes fall on you, your talking to girls in your class. You’re smiling. It was now or never. Just as Jungkooks about to walk over to you. 

“Let’s play spin  the bottle.” Taehyung shouts, he grabs Jungkook and pushes him down on the floor to sit next to him. Jungkook sees You and Jimin walking over, you sit in front of Jungkook. 

“Okay everyone knows how to play. You spin, who ever it lands on you kiss. Simple. Lets play!” Taehyung shouts, Jungkook wants to kill him. What if someone gets you, or what if you get someone who isn’t him? Fuck Taehyung, you bastard! 

“I’ll spin first.” Taehyung spins the bottle.. It lands on Hwasa. The group cheer. All Jungkook can think is, safe. No one was locking lips with you yet. And he had to say you looked gorgeous tonight, in your little back dress. The neck few spins, your safe.. until Jackson lands on you. Fuck sake Taehyung! 

“Kiss, kiss, kiss.”Taehyung shouts giggling like a twelve year old girl. Jackson leans and so do you… but a hand blocks his lips from touching yours. Your turn to see a fuming Jungkook. He picks you up and guides you out of the house. He slams the door behind him. 

End of Jungkooks POV- 

“Jungkook, what’s wrong?” You ask, heart beating a mile a minute. Jungkook leads you to his car, he opens the passenger door for you. You slip in and he gets in the other side. He cups your face and smashes his lips to yours. You melt under his touch. His tongue swipes over your bottom lip, asking to enter. You open your mouth to let his tongue play with yours. Your hands creep around his neck, while his move down to your hips. He pulls away, locking eyes with you. 

“I had to kiss you, your my good luck charm.” He states. 


“You were at ever game this season, but one. The one you didn’t come to we lost. Your my good luck charm.” He smiles down at you. 

“You talk some shite.” You giggle, making him chuckle. 

“I also really like you.” Fuck. Can you scream, Jungkook likes you. You, Y/N. You feel like your dreaming. You climb over the console and straddle his hips.You lean down to capture his lips again. His hands roaming your body groping your breasts and ass. Tongues tangling together, your start to grind down on him. You feel his hardening bulge, you smirk against his mouth. 

“I like you, too. If you couldn’t tell.” You smile, kissing his nose. 

“Your coming home with me tonight baby.” Jungkook smirks pulling you in for another kiss. “You still can’t miss another game.” Jungkook mumbles against your mouth. 

-Admin Abe x

May 7, 1917 - Top British Ace Albert Ball is Shot Down and Killed

Pictured - England’s late great ace. With 44 victories, he was the best British pilot at the time of his death, and the fourth-greatest at the end of the war.

Unlike the French and the Germans, Britain had not had any great airmen to laud so far in the war. This began to change in the summer of 1916, when an unassuming , nineteen-year old former infantryman named Albert Ball joined the Royal Flying Corps and began mounting victories. Born in Nottingham, Ball served with the Sherwood Foresters before taking flying lessons at his own expense and transferring to the RFC in May 1916. His squadron flew French Nieuport fighters.

In July, Ball made his first kill. He soon developed a strategy of approaching enemy planes from below and behind, unnoticed, and then using a Lewis gun angled on his top wing to rake the enemy full of bullets. Soon his score was rising, and although Ball was shy and introverted, the British press made a hero out of him. By October he was so beloved that the RFC brought him back to England to work as a flight instructor between publicity tours.

While at home, Ball met and fell in love with eighteen-year old Flora Young, after he impulsively asked her to fly with him and she impulsively accepted. Soon, though, Ball began to chafe from the inaction and the attention, and he requested to be sent back to the front. In March 1917 he joined No. 56 Squadron armed with new S.E. 5 scout planes. Ball disliked the plane and had his extensively modified, replacing the fixed-forward Vickers machine guns with Lewis guns that he could tilt up or down. He also retained a Nieuport for solo flying. Soon, however, he began to undertake riskier and riskier missions, often traveling far over German lines by himself even against orders.

On May 7, 1917, Ball led eleven S.E.5′s against the German ace squadron Jasta 11. Ball engaged in a dogfight with Lothar von Richtofen, the Red Baron’s younger brother and a very skilled pilot himself. In a running battle with the red German Albatross D.III, Ball was last seen entering a dark thundercloud behind von Richtofen. Afterwards, a German pilot saw his S.E.5 falling to the ground, upside-down, with the prop not moving. When they found the crash behind German lines, Ball was dead but no bullets had touched his machine. The press in Entente and neutral countries speculated whether Ball was dead or captured, but the Germans buried him in a grave marked “Fallen in air combat for his fatherland English pilot Captain Albert Ball.“ The King posthumously presented Ball’s parents with the Victoria Cross. He received no less a tribute from the Red Baron himself, who credited Ball as “England’s greatest flying man.” With 44 victories, Ball was the top RFC ace at the time of his death and the fourth-greatest of the war. 

anonymous asked:

voltron au where the paladins are the cheerleading squad and allura is captain of the football team and quarterback. coran is the cheer coach


I’ve been seeing a lot of high school au posts floating around where Shiro is a football player and Allura is a cheerleader but c’mon… C’mon. Why would Allura cheer when she could get in on that action like??

I know shitall about football so bear with me:

  • Allura is the captain and starting quarterback of her high school’s football team. She tried out her freshman year and all the guys laughed at her, but then she took off her jacket to reveal her TOTALLY JACKED arms and she was immediately put on the team.
  • Allura is responsible for 90% of the gay awakenings at her school lol
  • Allura has gone to school dances with black eyes because of rough games but she still looks good. She always looks good.
  • Lance is the cheer captain because he gets to cheer on hot guys and Allura, wear a uniform that makes his ass look amazing, and he lives for the Attention™. Lance became cheer captain his sophomore year and immediately tried asking Allura out to fulfill the stereotype that the QB and head cheerleader are always a power couple. Now it’s become more of an inside joke between them lol.
  • Shiro is a photographer for the school newspaper and he is an absolute LEGEND because he always gets the most amazing photographs. He can perfectly capture the football spinning in midair, a player jumping to catch an overhead ball, the victory dance of someone who just scored a touchdown, that sort of thing.
    • His best photos always involve Allura though so everyone is lowkey like ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
    • Also Shiro wears glasses lol can you imagine him like… Standing a few dozen feet behind the goalpost, camera constantly raised to his eye, wearing this ugly and baggy old sweater, camera pouch slung across his shoulders and back… He’s a hot nerd. This is so cliche I love it.
  • Coran is a science teacher who also coaches football because idk, Coran seems quirky enough to do that. When Allura told him she was trying out, Coran immediately bought little personalized flags with her name printed on them and gave them to all her friends. Coran claims he doesn’t have one because it would be unfair to show so much favoritism, but he cheers the loudest whenever Allura makes an amazing throw.
  • Hunk and Pidge are part of the radio station and responsible for setting up the sound equipment at games. They’re also the sports commentators for the school’s radio channel. They’re actually fairly popular because they both know absolutely nothing about football, so their commentary is like 25% actual sports content and 75% gossip.
  • Keith is the dead soul who mans the concession tent and is only doing this because he needs the money. Shiro is his ride home, but Shiro looooves staying after every game to take pictures of the team (GEE, I WONDER WHY) so Keith resignedly tags along and usually ends up going with Shiro to the aftergame dinners the football players and cheerleaders have. He always ends up sitting next to Lance and the two spend the entire night just bitching at each other.
    • Keith also has a habit of just… Leaving the concession stand at random points to go hang out with Hunk and Pidge in the radio booth. When it’s cold he likes to bring a cup of hot cocoa with him down to where the cheerleaders sit and drink it right in front of a freezing Lance.

Seiyuu meet Legend of the Galactic Heroes

Who built the seven gates of Thebes?
The books are filled with names of kings.
Was it kings who hauled the craggy blocks of stone?
And Babylon, so many times destroyed,
Who built the city up each time? In which of Lima’s houses,
That city glittering with gold, lived those who built it?
In the evening when the Chinese wall was finished
Where did the masons go? Imperial Rome
Is full of arcs of triumph. Who reared them up? Over whom
Did the Caesars triumph? Byzantium lives in song.
Where all her dwellings palaces? And even in Atlantis of the legend
The night the sea rushed in,
The drowning men still bellowed for their slaves.

Young Alexander conquered India.
He alone?
Caesar beat the Gauls.
Was there not even a cook in his army?
Philip of Spain wept as his fleet
Was sunk and destroyed. Were there no other tears?
Frederick the Great triumphed in the Seven Years War. Who
Triumphed with him?

Each page a victory.
At whose expense the victory ball?
Every ten years a great man,
Who paid the piper?

So many particulars.
So many questions.

Bertolt Brecht, “A Worker Reads History”