#10 x 18

[hourcat]

lancierre + mean 👀

Pierre is halfway from his house when his phone lights up with a text from Lance, dont come over im sick 😷🤧🤮, which he probably should have more sympathy for: he doesn't, of course, because he's literally in the car and, he'd never admit it, but he's been looking forward to getting back into Lance's bed this weekend after the last few weeks of drama and idiocy on track.

And like--he's too far out from his own place to turn back, anyway, so he makes the executive decision to ignore the warning and drive the rest of the way, the cool breeze drifting off the coast clearing any concern in his head about whether he should believe that his not-quite-friend is actually sick or just being a bitch about seeing Pierre after their mini collision a few weeks back.

It's a relatively quick ride the rest of the way, fortunately: he doesn't hit any traffic by the time he gets to Lance's block, and there's even a parking space available right out front, which just feels like providence to Pierre--if he weren't supposed to come over, wouldn't this street be, like, double-parked and impossible to get through? He's out of the car and on Lance's front step pretty quickly, and doesn't even bother trying to ring the doorbell, instead choosing to use the spare key carefully tucked between stones and bully his way inside; he'll at least give Lance the courtesy of not tracking his shoes through the place, since it looks like his cleaning crew must've just left.

There's a loud, wet cough from somewhere off to the back of the apartment, and then an unpleasant moan that follows, and Pierre grimaces--he'd placed his bet on the wrong side of Lance today--before shuffling towards the sound, where he finds the Canadian sprawled pathetically on his too-big couch, flopped over one arm rest; when he notices Pierre, he scowls.

"Why the fuck are you here," Lance groans, and Pierre can't help but snort at him before dropping into one of the unoccupied chairs around to teasingly accuse, "Mean."

send me a ship and a word and i'll write you five sentences <3

[chewingbatmanlikeasqueakytoy]

Particularly obsessed with the meet cute idea of a Titus who, like Cujo, refused to pass on after death and finds Danny. Danny then helps Titus find what the dog is looking for which turns out to be Damian, so Damian gets to keep Titus forever

[sad-endings-suck]

Still think it’s hilarious that Kratos looked at Faye, a woman that regularly wielded a magic godkilling boomerang axe with ease, performed magical warding spells, and was considered a revered warrior and respected entity among other respected beings, and still thought: “yeah, that’s a normal mortal human person”.

[sunofpandora]

“Lo’ak lost his brother just like Jake did.”

Yes I understand that but hello?

Tuk was the same age Neytiri was when she lost Sylwanin.

[sugdensdingle]

[project-deity]

re2 but yuri

[shankss-magnificent-ass]

Imagine taking UTA and Luffy trick or treating with Shanks

Shanks: thanks for doing this, I know you probably had other plans for tonight.

You: *a friend of Makino's who volunteered to take Luffy for the night* It's really no problem, my plans changed when my friend got sick and had to cancel her party, so figured I take Luffy for the night, so both he and Makino could have fun.

Shanks: A party? Is that why you're in costume? Well, Uta'll be pleased, she was very insistent about all of us dressing up for her first time trick or treating.

You: Oh it's her first time?

Shanks: yeah it's something that's only practiced here in the East Blue

Luffy: Hurry up you two, people are starting to go already.

Uta: Yeah! If you take too much longer there isn't gonna be any candy left!

Shanks: Yes, yes, we're coming.... I like your costume by the way, it suits you.

Uta: ( TT n TT) What about my costume?

Shanks: Yours is gorgeous my sweet.

You: *nods your head* I can tell you put in a lot of work into it.

Uta: whatever, I have candy to collect. *runs off *

An hour later

Uta: *notices the way Shanks is looking at you*

Luffy: *runs to you and jumps into your arms* Look! Look! That house was passing out full sized candy bars!

You: oh wow, never seen that in this neighborhood before.

Uta and Shanks: *come over from playing a game at a neighboring house*

Shanks: what's going on?

Luffy: Uta, this house is giving away full sized candy bars. Jumps down*

Uta: EHH! No way! I want one! *pulls Luffy towards the door and rings the bell.*

Old lady: *answers the door*

Uta and Luffy: Trick or treat!

Old lady: *looks between Uta and Luffy, before glancing up at you and Shanks* Oh my, how scary! Who do we have here?

Luffy: I'm a pirate

Uta: and I'm a pop star. *Throws up a peace sign and winks*

Old Lady: I can see, you're very sparkly, dear. *let's Uta pick out a full sized candy bar from a selection* Now I believe I already gave you candy bar.

Luffy: *grins and nods* he he, yeah, thanks, I just came to bring her. You've already paid the toll.

Shanks: *wraps his arm over your shoulders and sighs*

Old lady: *catches the red head out of the corner of her eye and hands Luffy two more candy bars* Why don't you take these to your lovely parents. *Gestures towards you and Shanks*

Uta and Luffy: *look over at you two*

Uta: That's my dad! Keep your hands to yourself!

Luffy: but he's the one touching them?

Uta: and you're not my brother *shoves Luffy and marches over to you*, and you're a stranger.

Shanks: *mutters* Hopefully not for long.

Uta: What was that!

Shanks: I mean, I know we've only met a few times, but I want to get to know you.

You: really?

Uta: What!

Shanks: yeah, *ignoring his child* if that's okay.

You: okay, sure.

Uta: This is not happening!

Luffy: what's the big deal, it's not like they'll be setting sail with you... wait! If they get to go, take me too!

Uta: *throws the first punch* You're not coming either.

Luffy: You wanna go, fine, winner gets to go with Shanks, loser gets to stay here with my Grandpa. *Dodges Uta's fist and throws a punch of his own*

Shanks: Uta, knock it off!

Uta: More like, knock him out, cause that's what I'm gonna do. *gut punches Luffy

You: Luffy, you don't hit girls.

Luffy: no, you don't hit people weaker than you, which makes her free game, because she's older and bigger, and she knows how to defend herself.

You: does she?

Shanks: yeah, I wanted to make sure she could stand up for herself, and others *Pulls them apart and has to wrestle back Luffy.* Stop moving, ya damn brat!

Luffy: Never! *Flails harder*

Uta: *knows better than to fight Shanks on this and sulks beside you,* He would never choose you over me.

You: I promise I would never ask him to choose me over you. Okay? *Holds out your pinky*

Uta: *hooks your pinky in hers* I'll hold you to that while making no promises of my own.

You: I want you to get to know me as well, for Luffy, you're an important friend of his. So that makes you important to me too.

Uta: Fine, I guess I'll be doing you a big favor, because I'm gonna be famous one day. I'm gonna become the best singer in the world.

You: Well I guess I'll have to get tickets to your concert when it comes to this island.

Uta: You'd come see me perform!

You: I'd love to hear you sing, you could even pick the song.

Uta: I'm performing at Makino's bar tomorrow night at three, don't be late. Oh, and ticket cost a candy bar.

You: Yes, you make have my bar, and I'll be there a two thirty, and you can tell me the tales of the adventures of Uta and Luffy.

Uta: *points* HA! They agree with me, Luffy!

Luffy: Wait what?

Uta: They agree with me that "Uta and Luffy" is a much better than "Luffy and Uta."

Luffy: What! (Y/n), you're my friend, you're not supposed to agree with her!

Shanks: Sorry kid, "Uta and Luffy" flows better.

Luffy: I'd suddenly rather be home with Makino.

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[thesesoldierboysarebi]

Will mostly be reblogging for a while I think, but I’m gonna be real, 70 percent of my reason for making this blog in the hopes of writing was that I noticed a big chunk of CoD x reader posts on this hellsite have readers with like…concerningly low ages. There’s a lot of reader character minor-coding going on, and it’s weirdling me out (no shade to young writers, I know a lot of the reason is that a majority of CoD fanfic writers are 18-25 here, which, yk, fair that you wanna see self-inserts with similar ages).

But as I said, it gives me the ick, so if/when I end up writing x reader, I wanna go ahead and make it clear that I will not be writing a reader character in a romantic/sexual position BELOW the age of 25 at most. Most of the Call of Duty men are, like, 28 at the youngest, and I’m more inclined to write reader characters with matching ages, especially afab readers.

In other words? I’m gonna write milfs and dilfs. I’m gonna write top!reader. I’m gonna write unhinged women that leave the various men of TF141 screaming crying throwing up. I will NOT be writing virginal, innocent, or overly naive reader characters; I do not do minor-coding. Y’all have been warned.

[descendantofthesparrow]

I....might open writing requests for a bit....

[hourcat]

lancierre + promise :)

Pierre is half-asleep out on the unbearably sunny patio when Lance comes rumbling through--too loud as he slides the back door open and then closed at full strength, too loud as his flip-flops slap aggressively against both his feet and the stones beneath them, too loud as he collapses in a heap beside Pierre on the lounge chair that definitely should not be for two people.

Pierre doesn't mind it that much. "Lance," he groans when his lover shimmies close to drop a wet, shapeless kiss to his jugular, "I was taking a nap," as if that'd be protest enough for him to stop what he's doing--as if Pierre wants him to stop.

Lance doesn't, although he pulls away enough to chuckle when Pierre whacks his side halfheartedly: "sorry," he mutters, and Pierre can feel the shape of the word against him, "couldn't stop thinking about you out here during that fucking call with the board, but I'll knock next time, I promise." Pierre knows he doesn't mean it, really, but can't bring himself to fight it--not when Lance's teeth are half sunk into his neck already, still in his meeting clothes while Pierre's got the barest hint of a bathing suit on to maximize his time out here in the sun as the sugar baby of this relationship.

send me a ship and a word and i'll write you five sentences <3

[angelsanarchy]

One Long Weekend: - Clyde/YN One-Shot Series CH 10

"Don't worry, we're not gonna have to fuck in a closet." "Trying wouldn't kill us."

Tagging: @roryculkinluvr @siriuslymooned @cc-luvr @crypticsewerslut @icarus-star @desert-springtime @shady-the-simp @izuoyarmin

SATURDAY, 11:30PM

Y/n wasn't expecting so many people to be here. All of the apartments seemed small but Johnny's was packed, music blaring and smoke of all kinds hover above them all.

"FINALLY! Have a beer! Relax and join the festivities." Beau was approaching with a drink in both hands and Y/n felt an arm around her waist.

"Oh thanks Beau, we're about to hit the smoke circle though." Clyde had spun you away from a disappointed Beau but she couldn't help but laugh.

"You're getting better." Y/n put her lips to his ear so he could hear her and he wiggled his eyebrows at her. They found Snow and Lola who were six deep in the smoke circle but were more than happy to squeeze them in. Y/n was sharing a chair with Clyde when she almost slipped off the side during a coughing fit. Clyde laughed making sure she didn't hit the floor but didn't expect her to plop down on his lap once she regained her composure.

"Making yourself comfortable?" He asked trying to hide his blush.

"Yes actually. You have a very cozy lap." Clyde responded by putting one arm around her back and she rested her hand on top of his. The more they smoked the more Clyde seemed to loosen up, enough so to pull her in for a shotgun this time, letting his bottom lip brush against her own.

"We should play a game!!!" Snow jumped up and down in her chair earning some groans.

"You guys are so fucking lame. What else are we going to sit here and do?! Let's play Kings!" Snow started rooting through her bag and pulled out a deck of cards. The group had gained a few newbies, some who were just smoking and enjoying the atmosphere, others ready to play the card game. Snow explained the rules to everyone and Y/n was feeling buzzed by the time she started drinking. The only part of the game that seemed new to her was the rule for Queens. Snow thought it would be a lot more fun if some sexual tension was released. Anyone who drew a Queen had to pick someone in the circle to trap in the closet for 7 minutes. It seemed like a really immature, teenage party rule but no one sitting in the circle seemed to care.

She remained on Clyde's lap but he settled into the position, leaning his head against her arm on occasion. After the first handful of pulls Y/n almost ate shit when trying to hit the floor for a 4 of Clubs.

"Please don't hurt yourself. I'd hate to have to tell your roommate you ended up in the hospital playing for the win." Clyde teased, cheeks splotchy from drinking.

"Could you imagine? She would kick my ass." Y/n threw her arm around Clyde's neck to tighten her hold on him. The first Queen was drawn by Snow who surprisingly took Johnny into the closet. Lola set a timer on her phone. The game-play couldn't resume until the 7 minutes were up so most people just lit up and grabbed another drink.

"You want another drink?" Clyde asked reaching for the bottle opener.

"Yeah thanks." Y/n watched his hands carefully using the bottle opener and couldn't shake the idea of him using those long, slender fingers to get her off. Clyde was completely obvious to her dirty thoughts but she wasn't sure if she should push that envelope again.

"If I pull the next Queen, you'll have to take one for the team and go in there with me. I don't want to be trapped with a stranger." Y/n said watching Clyde sip his beer.

"That's fine. Sadly I don't think you'll escape the smells since that's Johnny and Beau's shared closet." Y/n scrunched her nose.

"How can anyone possibly get off in a closet that smells like death?" Y/n questioned.

"Johnny and Snow have been on and off for awhile. They could fuck in a trunk and they wouldn't be phased." Clyde explained.

"Aww." Y/n made a face earning a laugh from Clyde who almost spit his beer in his lap.

"Don't worry, we're not going to have to fuck in a closet." Clyde seemed very sure about this but Y/n shrugged.

"Trying wouldn't kill us." Y/n licked her lips making sure not to meet Clyde's gaze as he stared at her with longing. The alarm on Lola's phone went off and Denny the drummer launched the door open. Johnny's shirt was buttoned awkwardly and Snow pulled her skirt down lower.

The game resumed with another round of waterfalls, almost falling out of chairs to touch the floor and some Never Have I Ever's that were shocking.

"THAT WAS ONE TIME!" Johnny yelled making everyone laugh. Apparently shitting yourself while hooking up with someone is noteworthy enough to tell your friends about. The second Queen was pulled and Clyde flipped it around between his fingers.

"Ohhhh finally! I was hoping you would get it!" Snow clapped her hands making Clyde shake his head. Y/n remained quiet as she coyly got up off his lap to move towards the kitchen for another drink and he cleared his throat.

"Where are you going?" Clyde asked curiously.

"To get another drink? Did you want one?" She gestured over her shoulder and he huffed walking towards her, taking her hand and pulling her towards the closet. Everyone whistled and cheered as the door shut behind them, leaving them both in the dark.

"Seven minutes Stevie Wonder! Make it count." Beau slammed his fist on the door and Y/n snorted.

"Stevie Wonder is blind, not deaf. What the fuck?" Y/n was ready to argue through the door but Clyde stopped her.

"How are you feeling? You okay?" Clyde still had her hands in his own and she waited for her eyes to adjust so she could see him.

"I'm fine. Do I not seem fine?" Y/n worried how she was coming off and why he would ask her that.

"You've just had a lot to drink. Just want to make sure you're all good." He smiled.

"So have you, you seem fine." Y/n returned.

"You're not wrong but I get this wasted most weekends so my reboot is pretty good." Clyde bragged. Y/n leans her body into his more.

"Oh yeah? I'd like to see this reboot in action I think." Y/n put her hand on Clyde's chest. She could feel how hard his heart was beating.

"Your heart is beating super fast. Are you nervous?" Y/n pulled Clyde's neck to her mouth to place a soft kiss on the pulse point that she could feel.

"I wasn't..." Clyde stuttered. He let Y/n run her hands through his hair and continue to suck little kisses into the side of his neck, trailing up towards his ear. Clyde closed his eyes, trying to keep his focus but the way Y/n took little nibbles into the wet skin of his neck and throat were absolutely winding him up.

"Do I make you nervous Clyde?" Y/n asked innocently.

"You know I was watching your hands earlier. You have some really sexy fingers and I would love to see how nice they feel inside me." Y/n let the hand he was holding fall to the front of her bottoms. Clyde's eyes opened wide and he stopped her hand.

"Y/n...you're making this really difficult." Clyde squeezed her hand and she pulled back.

"What? What's wrong?" Y/n questioned. Clyde let out a sigh but before he could explain himself the door flew open.

"Damn Clyde! Nice hickey!" Denny pointed at Clyde's neck. The image of his hair a mess, a fresh hickey on his neck and her hand on the waistband of his jeans must have seemed filthy to some but Y/n was trying really hard not to let herself be upset. Had she read the signals all wrong? Maybe Clyde wasn't attracted to her like that?

Maybe he really was just a really nice guy who was giving her a place to stay for the weekend. Whatever it was, Y/n scurried out of the closet to find an empty chair across the circle from Clyde's. He left the closet with his back to the group, adjusting himself before going to the kitchen to grab another drink. Lola reached out to put her hand on Y/n's leg and she shook her head that she was fine.

[ladykissingfish]

*Madara and Hashirama, taking Izuna and Tobirama to a pumpkin patch*

Madara: Geez, will you two hurry it up already?!

Hashirama: Madara. Come on, we talked about this, didn’t we? This is their first time here, they’re excited, so let them take their time picking out a pumpkin.

*the two lean against a fence, watching as Tobirama and Izuna walk slowly up and down rows of pumpkins, stopping to inspect different ones*

Madara: You realize we could have just gotten them large pumpkins from the market, probably at half the cost of what they charge here?

Hashirama: That’s not the point, love. Picking out your own pumpkin on a farm like this just … it has a different flavor to it, that’s all. Let them enjoy themselves. And anyway what are you in such a hurry to leave for? It’s such a gorgeous day! Almost perfect.

Madara: It’s barely 50 degrees and cloudy. How is that perfect?

Hashirama: Perfect fall weather! And besides … I know you don’t like to talk about this but you know that Tobi and Izu really like each other. But Tobi is so shy around him … spending time at places like this is nice for them.

Madara: *sighs* I know, I know. But they’re too young to date; if I see your brother pull anything I’ll break his hand.

Hashirama: You sure are a romance-killer, aren’t you?

Madara: Izuna is my most precious treasure. You think I’m gonna let just anyone take him from me? 

Hashirama: Is he going to be saying the same thing, when I marry you and take you away, mm? *playfully kisses along Madara’s neck*

Madara, blushing: S-stop it, pervert. And I’m not so easily won. You’re going to have to go a long way to convince me that a Senju is worthy of the hand of the mighty Madara Uchiha.

Hashirama: *whispering in Madara’s ear* Funny because your hand isn’t the part of you I’m most interested in ~

*the two make out for a while, until Izuna comes running up to them lugging a huge pumpkin*

Izuna, to Madara: Big brother! I found the best one! It has no spots on it and it’s perfectly round on all sides!

Madara: You certainly picked a big one, didn’t you? Where’s Tobirama?

Izuna: His is so big he can barely lift it!

Madara: I’ll go help him. You wait here with Hashirama. *walks off*

Hashirama: Hey, how about after this you and your brother come back to our house? We can carve the pumpkins and make some snacks and —

Izuna, voice deepening, eyes glowing red: Listen Senju, I don’t care what you do in private but when we’re in public, you won’t be groping and kissing on my brother like that, you got it?! Have some respect for the Uchiha image, asshole. 

Hashirama: I — I —

Izuna: And another thing, slow the hell down. We’re breaking tradition because I’M going to marry Tobirama BEFORE you get married to my brother. Another ten years and he’s mine. Don’t you dare try and upstage our wedding or … *the two tomoe in his eyes swirl in a circle* You will pay. Got it?

Hashirama: G-got it …

*Madara and Tobirama walk up, Madara carrying Tobirama’s pumpkin*

Madara: I think these guys found the biggest pumpkins on this whole farm. Let’s go pay for these then head out of here. We — Hashirama, what’s wrong?? You look like you saw a ghost!

Hashirama, stuttering while glancing nervously at Izuna: I-it’s nothing. M-Madara. J-just a little c-cold is all.

Madara: *moves toward him* Here, let me help you warm up and —

Hashirama: NO! I mean, I’m okay. Er, here … *hands Madara his wallet* You go pay for their pumpkins … I’ve gotta visit the bathroom really quick … *runs off*

Tobirama: Nii-san is acting very strangely. Maybe I should go check on him …

Izuna: I know what will help … do your transformation jutsu and pretend you’re me. When he figures out you fooled him he’ll laugh and feel better!

Tobirama: Good idea … *henges into Izuna* Be right back.

*a few minutes later, blood-curling screams are heard from the bathroom area and Madara and Izuna look to see Hashirama running full-speed from the “fake” Izuna*

Madara: My goodness, Senju’s are certainly strange.

Izuna, grinning: Agreed.

[jokerislandgirl32]

Happy anniversary Ziolet! Hope it was wonderful💙

P.S. Nori says happy anniversary too and that she’s more than happy to babysit whenever needed.

Violet Responding

Hi!!! Thank you so much for this sweet message! Sorry it took us forever to get to! Please know we truly appreciate the support and well wishes for our family and our relationship anytime! I have a detailed explanation about our anniversary below the cut!

This year our anniversary celebration was one that included the whole family. Zach, myself, Varina, Vera, Victor, and Vallen visited my father’s home state of Virginia, and we stayed at the cabin I inherited from my father throughout the week of our anniversary.

We spent most of our time relaxing at the cabin, but we visited some local sites with the children a couple days that week. Zach was not particularly thrilled about the battlefield visits, but he married a woman who minored in history so he has to deal with it, 😂. He did enjoy learning about the weaponry and technology used in the battles, so that was a plus! 

On our anniversary we went to the Shenandoah National Park, and we drove across the Skyline Drive, getting the first glimpse of the fall colors! I included some pictures below! Click for better quality!

You can see Zach's arm in the second to last photo (it's really JIG's dad, but shhh).

We also hiked a bit off the beaten trail and visited a few of my ancestral home sites, getting to see the ruins of my ancestors’ former homes and lives. So, it was a way for me to show the children a connection to their ancestors which is very important to me.

It was a beautiful, clear day, but it was freezing, and the boys and I ended up feeling pretty crummy by the end of the day. As soon as we got home the boys and I took a nap while Zach entertained the girls…or more accurately, they entertained him 😆. Once we had dinner, prepared by Zach and the girls with instructions from Gourmand (thanks, Gaston!), the boys and I were ready to go back to bed. 

But, since they didn’t feel well they refused to leave me, and Zach had to share the bed with me and our twin boys on our anniversary night. Which, no surprise, he HATED. By the next day the boys and I felt better, so my great aunt offered to watch all the children at her house that night.

Zach and I were grateful for her offer and took her up on it, giving us some welcomed alone time. We made dinner together, ate by candlelight, reminisced over our many wonderful years together (in marriage, dating, and friendship), and…had some additional fun 😉.

We love our babies, but having a breather is nice. Because the children are ALWAYS with us, for their schooling, and everything… Sure the Zachbots can watch them, and they do a fantastic job of it, I helped programmed their “parenting codes,” I know they are capable…but I’m just a tad more comfortable with having another human around the kiddos in addition to the Zachbots as well.

So, since you are offering Nori, yes…we might take you up on the offer to babysit from time to time, thank you so, so, so much! We know they will be in great hands with you! And thank you Nori, Caity, and everyone for your support of our relationship/family!

[just-absolutely-super]

VOLUME 14 HAS A TIMELINE OF EVENTS

a not very detailed timeline BUT REGARDLESS A TIMELINE GOD BLESS

[sugdensdingle]

[secrettreestuffidk]

you ever think about how pretty much the only reason we use base10 is because we have 10 fingers and if everyone had 6 fingers on each hand we'd use base12 and never even think a thing of it and also math would be pretty much better in every way?