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he’s still looking in my eyes. staring me down like he did that dragon, chin tilted and locked. “I’m not the chosen one,” he says. i meet his gaze and sneer. my arm is a steel band around his waist. “i choose you,” I say. “simon snow, i choose you.❞

i want to make Percy Jackson, Defender of the Defenseless, more of a thing so here is a list of innocent people and things that Need Help who percy Defends and Takes Care Of

  • grover underwood, when he gets bullied and harrassed by literally everyone
  • the family in the arch
  • tyson, when he gets bullied and harrassed by literally everyone
  • raj mandali the calculus wiz
  • corey bailer the computer geek
  • and other kids who always got harassed by sloan and his gang
  • annabeth, when luke stabs her in the back and thalia is dead and grover is missing and chiron leaves camp and she’s completely alone
  • clarisse, when she fails her quest
  • rachel elizabeth dare, when she thinks she is going insane
  • ethan nakamura
  • nico di angelo
  • the twelve year old kid who charges at him on the princess andromeda
  • the kids in kronos’ army
  • thalia grace, when she comes back from the dead and everyone else is just standing there staring at her
  • mrs. o’leary
  • blackjack
  • the ophiotaurus
  • the animals in phorcys’ aquarium
  • reyna avila ramirez arellano, when she has no weapons and no co-praetor and she’s worried about her sister
  • frank zhang
  • hazel levesque
  • ella the harpy
  • the random animals that get trapped in things who he gets up in the middle of the night to go rescue


  • “ i have a bad feeling about this. ”
  • “ i don’t sense anything. ”
  • “ the negotiations will be short. ”
  • “ offhand, i’d say this mission is past the negotiation stage. ”
  • “ you were right about one thing, ____ , the negotiations were short. ”
  • “ at last we’re getting results. ”
  • “ again you come before me, ____. ”
  • “ you will not be pleased when you hear what i have to say, ____. ”
  • “ we will see. ”
  • “ we must continue to rely on negotiation. ”
  • “ how can we negotiate ?
  • “ we must defend ourselves. ”
  • “ this is a dangerous situation, _____. ”
  • “ i will not condone a course of action that will lead us to war. ”
  • “ that won’t be necessary. ”
  • “ you hear that ? that is the sound of a thousand terrible things headed this way. ”
  • “ we must warn them !
  • “ thank you for your help. ”
  • “ there’s always a bigger fish. ”
  • “ relax. ”
  • “ you overdid it. ”
  • “ this is not good !
  • “ drop your weapons !
  • “ i said: drop your weapons !
  • “ i will not co-operate. ”
  • “ in time, their suffering will persuade you to our point of view. ”
  • “ your negotiations seem to have failed, _____. ”
  • “ the negotiations never took place. ”
  • “ that won’t be a problem. ”
  • “ under the circumstances, i suggest you come to ____ with me. ”
  • “ my place is with my people. ”
  • “ they will kill you if you stay. ”
  • “ either choice presents great risk to all of us. ”
  • “ i’ll take care of that. ”
  • “ it’s risky, but there’s no alternative. ”
  • “ we should not have made this bargain. ”
  • “ you must trust my judgment, ____. ”
  • “ how did you end up here with us ?
  • “ i feel it also, ____. ”
  • “ this is not a good idea. stay close to me. ”
  • “ are you an angel ?
  • “ how do you know so much ?
  • “ this is a strange world to me. ”
  • “ yeah, it’d be a pity if you had to pay for me. ”
  • “ fear attracts the fearful. ”
  • “ what if it is true, and the people are dying ?
  • “ the biggest problem in the universe is that no one helps each other. ”
  • “ you assume too much. ”
  • “ ____ will not approve.”
  • “ ____ doesn’t need to know. ”
  • “ well, i don’t approve. ”
  • “ i will watch over him/her/them. you have my word. ”
  • “ will you be alright ?
  • “ he/she/they was/were in my life for such a short time.,, ”
  • “ will i ever see you again ?
  • “ what does your heart tell you ?
  • “ be brave, and don’t look back. ”
  • “ it’ll bring you good fortune. ”
  • “ what options do we have ?
  • “ i wish i had your confidence in this, ____. ”
  • “ i will not defer !
  • “ i will do what i must. ”
  • “ i sense much fear in you. ”
  • “ please, ____, stay here, where it’s safe. ”
  • “ ____ is dangerous. they all sense it. why can’t you ?
  • “ i promise you, i will not let that happen. ”
  • “ i’m not sure what you hope to accomplish by this. ”
  • “ i am sorry for my deception, but under the circumstances it has become necessary to protect myself. ”
  • “ if we do not act quickly, all will be lost forever. ”
  • “ i ask you to help us. no, i beg you to help us. ”
  • “ be patient. let them make the first move. ”
  • “ it is so good to see you again. ”
  • “ it’s good to be home. ”

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Prompt: “You might not be aware but staring at my tits is unprofessional.”

Characters: detective!Dean x cop!Reader

Requested: @maraisabellegrey

“I don’t love this idea, Y/N.”

“Did you see the cool lipstick that they gave me? There’s actually a small knife hidden in there. It’s awesome.” Pulling it out of your purse, you twist open the mauve disguise to reveal the weapon to your co-worker Sam. He also happens to be a long time best friend who tends to get a bit wary over your choices.


“Shut up, Sammy. This is happening whether you like it or not. I got this.” You stress to him, furiously pacing in your insanely high heels.

“Ok but…”

“The bastard has killed five girls so far, dude. If this is what it takes to bring the fucker down then so be it.” You declare dramatically, trying to avoid the worry in his puppy dog eyes.

You have no one to blame other than yourself for getting into this dangerous situation. Your sergeant offered a high priority assignment and you jumped the gun, foolishly accepting it without hearing all of the details.

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Kerr Patent revolver

Designed by James Kerr c.1855 and manufactured c.1859-66 by the London Armoury Co. for the Confederate States of America.
.44 cap and ball 5-shot cylinder, single action.

The London Armoury Co. actually had an exclusivity contract with the CSA and could not sell their firearms to the Union, which proved to be a poor choice in the long run.

I can’t believe it has taken me this long to switch to glass style weapons aka the only craftable style where you can make stuff that is not red by default


All these aus of the TF2 characters time traveling and fighting with the Overwatch heroes is all good and nice, but what if it’s the other side around.

The Overwatch characters have to go to 1960 and have to dress up in the 60′s clothes
The Overwatch characters are forced to share a base in the middle of the desert
The Overwatch characters having to get used of the fighting style and having nothing else than Mann Co weapons 

I’ve listened to every song my chem has ever released apart from the conventional weapons cos once I do there’ll never be any new music from them as a band and I’m not ready for that.

Creepypasta #1224: "What Goes Up..."

Length: Short

A fighter jet buzzed past Flight 508 as it continued circling out over the desert.

All alone in the cramped cockpit, Captain Hyatt tightened his grip on the joystick and tried to clear his mind. None of this was making any sense. 

He waited for instructions to divert to the nearest Air Force Base, but none came. Radio silence. Even Air Traffic Control, which had spent the last forty-five minutes stalling with bullshit reasons for Flight 508 to remain in a holding pattern far away from McCarran International, had gone dark. Every other nearby airport had failed to so much as acknowledge his requests for an emergency landing.

Far out in the distance,Captain Hyatt could make out a fleet of vehicles amassing on the hot Mojave sand. White tents were being erected by bodies in yellow jumpsuits. They were surrounded by dark trucks.

He adjusted himself in his chair, careful not to dirty his shoes with the blood that had began to flow into the cockpit from underneath the door.

Thirty minutes earlier, what began as individual screams from First Class erupted into a symphony of shrieks from the entire orchestra of passengers, punctuated by a percussion of stampeding feet and what Captain Hyatt could only assume was gunfire from the Air Marshal’s weapon. His co-pilot, Pope, had hurriedly exited the cockpit to examine the situation, but had not returned.

Captain Hyatt was beginning to lose his sense of time. Sweat poured down his face, soaking his uniform. He loosened his collar. What had been less than three hours was beginning to feel like an eternity, and he was starting to get the feeling that he would be up there forever.

Deep down, though, he knew this wasn’t true. The reality was that the people on the ground knew more about what was going on behind the cockpit door than he did. The reason the fighter jet and Air Traffic Control had cut contact with him was not because they didn’t have a plan. The reason was that he was not a part of it.

One way or another, Captain Hyatt knew that Flight 508 would return to Earth. What truly worried him was not if he would land, but rather, in how many pieces he would be in when he did.

He sunk back into the chair, weeping quietly to himself as another fighter jet lined up behind Flight 508.

Credits to: The__Angsthase (story)


oops my hand slipped

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[ KBTBB Co-Writing Fic ] Hate At First Sight ❤ At Last Glance Part 7

Fandom: Kiss By The Baddest Bidder
Rated: Drama, Mystery, Thriller, Smut
Characters: Eisuke, Soryu, Ryosuke Inu ( YES Inui is featured in this series!)
Me as Ryoko Inui (Kyoko Nakama) / hobo4lyfe11 as Soryu Oh

Background: A fic base on revenge- where OC- Kyoko (true identity Ryoko Inui) who’d do anything to ruin Soryu Oh

What could a kiss ever lead to? Steamy sex, insecurity or past that shall not be raveled?

Part 1 OC smut with stranger + meeting Eisuke & Soryu
Part 2 Soryu’s impression of OC & Inui’s surprise reaction
Part 3 OC past + 1 on 1 with baby brother Ryosuke + Threaten by bidders
Part 4 RIP Baba’s fedora + Soryu’s fluff
Part 5 Angst, fluff and implied / hopeful smut?
Part 6 Fluff, fluff and a lot of fluffy stuff


Ryoko Inui (Kyoko Nakama) ‘s POV

My breathing is increasing rapidly at the touch of his dried lips against mine, his slender fingers brushing my wet hair with his thumbs stroking my heated cheeks. Melting into the unexpected yet welcoming kisses that wash over my body with wave after wave of sensation and distractions that I seek but in no position to afford.

Time has stood still- I follow his guidance and tilt my head to give him better access, twisting his tongue and deepening the kiss further while I moan unconsciously into his mouth, implying for more- both of us craving for more, more of each other. Kisses and touches further down, impatiently hoping he would push me down or lift me up at some point follow by his rapid thrusts and tightening grips but before my brain is back on track, the calling of a name I haven’t heard in decades but never forgotten has my eyes snapped open, shocking me back to reality where my enemy Soryu Oh has his lips on mine, murmuring my own (real) name like he remembers or knows me but he shouldn’t, he doesn’t. 

He and I barely spoke back then, I was too focus, too busy to bother with boys. Academic and sports took all my time till of course the unfortunate event of my family’s tragic had basically destroyed my life. 

So no, I do not enjoy kissing Soryu Oh, a man I have hated and despised half my life, vengeance and ending The Dragons are my only goals. This is …. this is just a trick, a convenient and unplanned moment that could come in handy but I need to be extra cautious if Soryu has memory of Ryoko. I shall not show the slightest similarities or any kind of qualities that I once had- for I’m no longer Ryoko Inui, not since the day Soryu’s grandfather framed my father and caused his suicide. 

Watching the confused and apologetic mobster backs away, I ball my fists and bite my bottom lip so hard that I’d taste blood, in need for it to wash away the overwhelming sensation I have regrettably just experienced. 

Once back into my temporary room, I immediately remote access to my network and upload the data to be analyst even without my monitoring, writing a quick and safe enough program in such short period for valuable information to be post online and be auctioned on underground network- proof that I have nothing to do with it under the surveillance of The Dragons, fortunately for me, my modified watch has scanned the room and come back clean that it isn’t bugged or contains any spy camera that could prove otherwise. 

When the early morning sun casts its ray onto the carpet, I soon hear a car engine running and Soryu’s already out of the house- normally, he would take me to work. I suppose the kiss has got to him as well- is he embarrassed that he has mistaken me of a girl in the past or confused about his true feelings? 

Absently tracing my lips for the last time, I head downstairs to see Ryosuke waiting, “Good morning, Miss Nakama.” His eyes fill with worries, “Is everything okay with you and boss? He rushed out the door without you this morning.”

I shrug with a half scowl half scoff, “I don’t know. He didn’t mention anything last night, perhaps he has some kind of urgent meeting?” Answering my brother casually, I hum my way to the kitchen and prepare some breakfast, “Want some?”

“Yes pleasssseeee!!“ 

Over-enthusiastic as usual but it has been years since I have made breakfast for my little brother and it is the least kind of re compensation I could manage. The less than thirty minutes breakfast is possibly the warmest hour I have encountered, making the past lonesome decade all worth while for the unofficial reunion with Ryosuke.

"Oh I know!” He suddenly says, “Dr. Foster is back in the country, I think Mr. Ichinomiya has some kind of job for him.”

Ryosuke hasn’t noticed the change of my face as his words have triggered me a fair warning, it doesn’t take a genius to figure out what Eisuke is requiring the assistance of Luke. If there is no way to avoid seeing the sexy blonde then I have to reassure that I look nothing like the Ryoko Inui he once remembers; if Luke Foster still miraculously recognizes me because of bone structure that I can’t fake (because they do stop growing by the age of 18) then I need another way to convince him I’m not who he thinks I am. 

Mind wondering back to the old days when Luke was still a loner, when he first arrived school and looking lost in the humongous campus. I remembered his refreshing sweet scent as I showed him around, the innocent smile that could melt hearts in second along with those crystal blue eyes that left me speechless if I stared for too long.

Once we get into the car, I convince Ryosuke to drop me back to my apartment first before we go to the hotel.

“Honestly, I don’t feel comfortable if Soryu is watching me as I pack my underwear.”

The slight crimson blush on my baby brother’s cheeks as he flushes from embarrassment nearly brings a sly grin to my lips but he’s too busy looking away and concentrating on the road. He has left me inside the flat alone as expected while I quickly ensure my secrets are safe before grabbing my gears and shoving some outfits in a stuffel bag.

Freaking Ichinomiya, I can’t stay at Soryu’s forever, I need another plan. Brushing softly against my collar bones, I breath out deeply and huff out in frustration. “Time for plan b.”

A few light taps on a loosen wood in the corner by my bookshelf, I quietly remove the piece of flooring and send a text from one of my burner phones.

“I need help, get me out of Soryu’s Oh mansion." 

I thought I could do this all on my own but no, there’s only so much I’d prepare for and being up against Eisuke Ichinomiya, Soryu Oh and Luke Foster all at once is definitely out of my hand. If help is what I need then it is what I shall seek, though the thought of my rescue’s mockery is already sending shiver to my spine- There is nothing I wouldn’t do to put an end to Soryu Oh and his dragons.

anonymous asked:

OK, so Tony feels terrible about those young men and women getting killed in Afghanistan whilst protecting him, and it's even worse cos the weapons came from SI. So now he uses the peace sign constantly, cos it's a reminder of the sweet moment where they were all laughing in the truck, and of the young soldier who was being an adorable fan wanting a photo right before he was killed.

……………………………………………hey now