#parkour paul

[sgtpeppers]

Get Back (2021): Day Nine - Tuesday 14th January, 1969 "To wander aimlessly is very unswinging."

[ranmaru-kageyama]

one block jump for amber or one block vertical jump for roneth?

[delightfullyatomicfest]

Oh I’d like to go back in time to this evening please:

[pedroam-bang]

The Bourne Ultimatum (2007)

[groovybananastarfish]

Parkour Beginnings 😎 Expanding the boundaries… Escape!

he has a certain quality.....

[chilled-ice-cubes]

reading this paragraph made me immediately imagine youtuber paul making irulan hold his recording equipment. okay im jobless enough to outline this modern au

the atreides are one of those family youtubers and so are all the other great houses

b-g are a talent management agency

the guild has contracts to produce all of the great youtube families' recording equipment

the harkonnens work together with the corrino youtube channel to get leto cancelled

paul goes underground and makes a new channel as the masked streamer muad'dib

because of all his b-g training he has a leg-up on the competition and quickly keeps going viral

he keeps enabling the toxic fandom the b-g primed for him with the help of sockpuppets and eventually gets the harkonnens cancelled. he becomes the biggest streamer on Twune when irulan merges the corrino channel with him

[xo-hugs-n-kisses-ox]

hil, love ur writing!!

could i request a Paul Lahote x Bella's Younger Sister! Reader (Luna Swan). y'know how in new moon Jacob does this like parkour climb into Bella's room (Imao). maybe like reader is doing her night time routine to get ready for bed then hears pebbles being thrown at her window and she already knows it’s her bf paul is out there. she opens the window for him and he climbs up showing off his strength. he immediately wraps his arms around Luna’s waist and puts his head into her neck/shoulders. she reciprocates his deep hug, rubbing her hands up n down his back and shoulders (bc he shows up shirtless in true werewolf fashion😌). she asks him all coy “what are you doing here” so he just explains how he needed to see her and be with her bc ofc we all know how protective of an imprint Paul must be. it’s all cutesy then they kiss and cuddle to sleep.

btw… obsessed with ur writing🫶🏼. literally im always checking back on ur account for updates💞

Pebbles

Paul Lahote x reader

Now Playing: Ho Hey by The Lumineers

I hummed to the song on the radio as I sat at my vanity, applying creams to my skin and oils to my hair. It had been a long day; school was tiring, I had a million assignments, and work was… well, it was the service industry, so about as good as could be expected.

The sun had set already. Dad was on a hunting trip for the winter break, and Bella had taken the opportunity to stay with Edward for a few days. This left me alone in the house, but it wasn’t all that bad.

I had gotten up to dig around under my desk for a face mask, finding it and sitting back on my bottom as I read the back for instructions.

A thud made me look over towards my window. I watched for a long moment as nothing happened, until a small pebble hit the window again. I got up, making my way over to see who was there.

I peered through the glass, only to see a familiar face staring back at me. I smiled as I saw him, pushing my lacy curtains back to unlatch my window and open it.

“What are you doing?” I call coyly, laughing at Paul as he grinned up at me

“What, I can’t come see my girlfriend? Can’t make sure she’s okay after a long Monday without her?” He teased, adding, “Watch out, I’m coming up.”

I take several steps back, watching as he takes a running leap up to the ledge of my window. I watch as he shimmies his broad shoulders and long legs through the small opening, laughing as his foot gets caught in the curtain.

He scowls at me, taking long strides forward to envelop me in a hug. He presses his face into the crook of my neck, bowing his body over mine to reach, and his arms circle my waist tightly.

I sigh with content as I wrap my arms around him, one over his shoulder to take through his hair and the other around his torso to run my hand up and down his spine.

“You’re lucky Charlie isn’t here,” I murmur, “If he saw you climbing up here, he’d bust in to kick your ass, and also to give you a shirt.”

He snickers, complaining that “Shirts are restricting, and I run hot.”

“‘It’s a werewolf thing’.” I quote, smiling as I add, “I was about to put on a face mask, you want to join?”

He pulled his head back to eye me, suspicious of my proposition. I only laughed at him, pulling away and reaching for the tube of “Green Tea Detoxifying Face Mask Gel”

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We end up cuddled together on the bed, the fan blowing towards both our faces to dry the mask.

He’s laying on his side, his hand propping his head up. His other arm is wrapped around my waist, keeping my back secured to his chest as we watch reruns of old movies.

I yawn, so comfortable that I’m almost falling asleep.

“Tired?” He asks quietly, and I shrug.

“Comfortable,” I reply, “You’re so warm, makes me want to fall asleep.”

He laughs a little, reaching up to poke my cheek, “Mask’s dry, let’s take them off.”

I groan as I roll to my feet, padding to the bathroom to peel off the mask. I do mine first, leaning over the counter and carefully taking the dry, rubbery substance off of my skin and throwing it in the trash. When I’m done, I haul myself up to sit on the counter as Paul props his arms on either side of my legs.

I take off his mask, careful of his eyebrows and the short hair on his chin and jaw.

“You didn’t shave this morning,” I comment, turning to throw the part of the mask I had gotten off into the trash.

“Ran late today, Sam dragged me to school before I could,” He replied, his eyes glued to my face, “Jared hogs the bathroom trying to fix his hair.”

I smile, peeling off the nose strip now.

“Tell him to quit sleeping with his hair wet, and he won’t have to fix it as much in the morning.”

He sighs, “I’ve tried. He’s stubborn.”

I hum, “Reminds me of someone else I know.”

He rolls his eyes, pinching my thigh and making me laugh.

“Yeah, I’m sure,” He says sarcastically, “But the only stubborn hot-head you love is right here, letting you torture him with face masks.”

I laugh, “You know you love them!”

Again, he rolls his eyes, leaning in to press a kiss to my lips as he says, “I love *you*, I tolerate the masks.”

I giggle as he presses dozens of quick kisses across my face, never more grateful for life than I am in this moment.

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Thank you so much for the request!! It was super cute and I had so much fun writing it 🥰

And I’m so glad you like my writing!! That made me so happy 😁 I really hope you enjoyed this, and lmk if you have any more requests 💕

[starshinegarcia]

Holiday House

Aaron Hotchner x Fem Reader

Part 2

In short: Hotch needs help, and you need a job. Part 1 of ?? we shall see how far this goes :) Warnings for mentions of alcohol (very infrequent) possible mentions of smut/cut to black scenes in the future! ;) __ Is in place of Y/N!!

“And the town said, ‘How did a middle class divorcee do it?’”

Aaron Hotchner was never one to admit to needing help, let alone one to ask for it. But as he sat in the dim light of the kitchen, a case file in one hand, a glass of whiskey in the other, a million thoughts ran through his head. His thumb rubs his temple gingerly, averting his gaze from the graphic crime scene polaroids, over to his son’s bedroom. Just a few hours earlier, he had called off abruptly to pick up Jack prematurely from school, after he had climbed to the very top of the jungle gym in an attempt to do something Garcia called “parkour”.

He survived with only a few scrapes and bruises, but it was clearly a drastic cry for attention.The door was open ajar, illuminated only by the dinosaur night light, casting a soft blue glow over the sleeping boy. When Haley had died, he had quickly realized that being a full-time father would not prove easy with his job. As time went on, it only got more difficult for him to divide his attention- and Jack’s recent episode at school was a cruel wake up call. One thing was evident- he needed someone to attend fully to him, and Hotch needed the ability to commit fully to his team, and to the BAU.

So, first thing in the morning, Penelope was faced with a curt knock on her office door. Spinning around in her chair, she rises and opens the door, Starbucks in hand. “Fancy seeing you here, hands- Oh, hello, sir, m-my apologies. I thought you were Derek.” She cleared her throat, but arched an eyebrow as she detected a faint twinkle in Hotch’s eyes. “Garcia.” “What do you need sir? Stats? Access to a secure database?” She spins around quickly, already typing the nearest case details into her supercomputer. “Well, actually, it’s more of a personal question. Do you happen to know any, uh, childcare workers?” “Like a nanny, sir?” He cringed at the cutesy word, but nodded nonetheless.

“Yes, I suppose.” Garcia pushed her glasses up her nose slightly, observing the man in front of her. Although she wasn’t technically a profiler, she knew Hotch well enough to find things out of place, as they were now. “Actually, yes, sir, I know just the person.” A slight plot began to form in her head, as she sent a number through her printer and into Hotch’s hands. “That’s my friend, __. She’s perfect, lots of experience, Jack would love her. Actually, sir, you would too..” Hotch fumbles for a second, before raising an eyebrow in her direction. “That’s quite enough, Penelope. This is strictly for Jack’s benefit. I appreciate this, however.” He nods curtly, backing out and bumping straight into a coffee-bearing Morgan. “Trying to steal my girlfriend, boss-man? Not cool.” Derek chuckles, pushing past him politely and planting a kiss on Penelope’s cheek. “Damn, I beat you to it!” He gestures to the coffee already in her hand. “I can always use more,” Penelope giggles.

Hotch shuts the door quickly, glancing down at the number in his hands. He walks quickly back to his office, passing right by Spencer and Rossi arguing about something or another. “With all due respect, sir, Logan Paul has absolutely nothing against Mike Tyson-” “He’s a billion years old!” Shaking his head slightly at his team’s banter, Aaron sinks into his chair, punching the number into the landline on his desk. Everyone else may use cellphones now, but Aaron still preferred the old fashioned way, when it came to business.

You had just finished an extremely degrading night shift at the diner, picking up your phone with a raised brow as you exited the back room. “Hello?” “Hello, this is SSA Aaron Hotchner. Is this __?” Your heart rate picked up- maybe from the fact that an FBI agent was calling you, maybe because his voice was low and steady and weirdly attractive. “O-oh, um, hello sir do you- need something?” Hotch takes notice of the light and airy pitched voice on the other side of the line, and something about it makes his heart skip a beat. He ignores it, proceeding, “I was wondering if you were prepared to interview for an in-home, uh, nanny job? For lack of a better word. Penelope Garcia gave me your number, and I trust her judgment for better or worse.” A smile spread across your face. “Absolutely, sir. When would be a good time to meet, Mr Hotchner?”

It’s strange. Aaron gets called sir about a hundred times a day, but something about your innocent voice sends a shiver down his spine that he can’t explain, but does his best to ignore. “Why don’t you stop by my house at around 6 tonight? We can talk, you can meet Jack, and we can go from there.” “That works for me, sir.” You smoothen out your skirt, a sudden blush chasing your cheeks as you think about meeting this mystery man, one you’d only heard anecdotes about from your best friend and her boyfriend. “Perfect. I’ll have Garcia send over my address.” The line clicks before you get the chance to respond, leaving you slightly flustered, with your hands wrapped around your cellphone a little more tightly than you thought, almost as if you were holding onto the idea of him. The poor man, left alone with his son, with a job like that.. You shake your head, quickly grabbing your purse, clattering your nametag down on the counter with a defiant “I quit.” to your manager as you happily left that damn place for the last time.

Back at the office, Aaron watches his team out in the bullpen, Morgan and Garcia enveloped in something on his desk while Spencer spins a rubix cube towards Emily, with a “good luck” sort of look. He’s not sure what the emotion he’s feeling is, but whatever it is, he brushes it off and grabs the case file dropped off earlier, emerging into the open office, with the same professional air as always- if a little less uptight than usual.

“Who knows, if she never showed up, what could have been?”

A/N: AHHH this was so so much fun to write!! I hope my writing style and the way I write Hotch is okay, I’m still new to the fandom and show but I did my very best! Suggestions are always welcome! Please like, comment, reblog and send me requests!

-e.a <33

[ragsforless]

Dune crack!au (2)

Paul: Chani.

Chani: Yes, Paul?

Paul: I love you and only you.

Chani: I love you too.

Paul: My only beloved-

Irulan: Hit it, Feyd!

Feyd: Anything for you, princess!

Paul: Why are you guys even here?! This is our royal bedroom!

Irulan: Yes, “our” royal bedroom. Mine, Feyd’s, Chani’s, and yours.

Paul: That’s not what we’ve agreed!

Irulan: You have been ignoring me and Feyd for the past 2 months!

Paul: Chani is my wife!

Irulan: I’m your legal wife!

Feyd: And I’m your gorgeous concubine number 2!

Chani: Yikes.

Feyd: *turns on the stereo* It’s time to sing, princess!

Paul: Not again!😩

Irulan: *starts singing* 🎶I'm in the corner, watching you kiss her, oh🎶

Chani: Can I record-

Paul: No.

Chani: But-

Paul: I will literally die from embarrassment.

Feyd: *joins in* 🎶I'm right over here, why can't you see me?🎶

Chani: Oh-

Paul: Please, my love, don’t join them.😞

Chani: Why?

Paul: Their stupidity is quite contagious.

Irulan: 🎶And I'm giving it my all🎶

Feyd: 🎶But I'm not the guy you're taking home, ooh🎶

Irulan: 🎶I keep dancing on my own-

Jessica: *walks in* Could you fools please shut up?! It’s the middle of the night! I need my beauty sleep!

Feyd: Oh, Muad’Dib! The bloody witch is back!

Irulan: Run!🏃‍♀️

Feyd: Parkour!

Irulan: Don’t forget to grab the stereo, Feyd!

Jessica: I’m confiscating that!

Stilgar: *randomly appears out of nowhere* My lady, that’s not part of the prophecy!

Jessica: What prophecy?!

Stilgar: They have to finish the love song!

Jessica: I don’t care! Now give me that bloody stereo, boy!

Feyd: *hisses like a feral cat* Never, you witch!

Paul: Can you guys just get out of my bedroom already?!

Irulan: Our bedroom!

Paul: My bedroom!

Chani: Well, I’m just going to bed and sleep this weird fever dream off. Goodnight.

Feyd: Night.

Irulan: We’ll be back!

Chani: Whatever you say, loser.

[urfavcrime]

parkour civilization suddenly going viral...............tommy beating logan paul's ass and dantdm winning the idgaf war with ksi....................i love being a mcyt fan

[thissnackbitesback]

Okay so I have an idea for a fluffy Poly!Lost Boys x Reader Oneshot where whether or not Religious Objects work against vampires entirely depends on what Faith the vampire followed as a human. And yes I know thats a facet from Cassandra Clares Shadowhunters Universe (and perhaps others) but I would love to see it applied to The Lost Boys.

The basic rundown is as follows;

Y/n is a relatively new addition to the Lost Boys pack, having joined up after wandering into their territory (Which for the oneshot we'll say is the Boardwalk and Hudson's Bluff, as well as everything in between) already a full vampire, (If you want to impliment some kind of Fated Mates thing by all means go for it) which was maybe 6-8 months ago. Since then the boys have gotten to know their new packmate (or mate) by a fair amount, the only subject Y/n refuses to talk about is religion. Dwayne suspects some kind of religious trauma, and he's partially correct, but he's under the incorrect assumption that it hasn't been addressed or even acknowledged by Y/n.

Marko and Paul, on the other hand, decide to get a little sneaky, and David, genuinely curious himself, just lets them. Thus begin the subtle shenanigans.

The Terror Twins begin leaving seemingly random religious symbols around the cave, trying to see which ones would have a negative effect on Y/n, but Y/n either doesn't notice them or Marko (who I headcanon as a Jewish/Italian Immigrant because Alex Winter is Jewish. Also because I can 100% envision Marko PARKOURING over walls n' shit to evade Nazi Footsoldiers during the Holocaust and laughing while doing so simply to taunt them. Footnote; I stan the Italian Stallion. If you recognize that from Tumblr you are now my new best friend. No you don't get a choice, have a snack and take a seat) and Paul (who isn't Jewish and thus handled the Jewish Symbols because Marko cannot touch them or he risks burning/injuring himself) forgot to include objects accosiated with a particular religious faith or multiple thereof. Dwayne is off in the corner with this 'disappointed dad friend' aura about him directed towards Marko and Paul's less-than subtle shenanigans. David is (maybe) lounging in his wheelchair, but is watching Y/n just as closely, but leagues more subtly than Marko and Paul (as David is a smooth SOB and not a mildly unsophisticated chaos gremlin like Marko nor a rambunctious golden retriever like Paul.)

Eventually Y/n gets fed up with coming across random religious symbols and very lpudly asks what the hell is going on. Before showing immense amusement in some way at the response they get and confusing the four boys even further and divulging that they're an athiest.

The boys are all stunned, before realization sets in, that explains why Y/n is so good at ignoring religious symbols and can even set foot on Hallowed Ground. They're basically a "perfect predator". Prayer and Religious symbolism wont deter them in the slightest.

Y/n is visibly tense, waiting for the boys to either shun or belittle them for their lack of faith, and getting a vastly different response.

----end of rundown---

Basically its a Regilious Faith -or lack thereof- acceptance/comfort prompt.

If someone wants to make this into a FULLY FLESHED-OUT oneshot or even make it into a series of oneshots or a full story, by all means go right ahead all I ask is that you PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE tag me in it.

If there are copyright issues preventing this then just ignore this entire prompt I guess.

[landerspaul]

kalhev Conocí a Paul Landers en mi clase de Parkour, ¡que cooooool! 🤟

[guitarepicgrey]

I quite think of this a long time... It's finally My roblox OC count!!

They all have their own iconic things and lores, I'll explain em later! (Not this post btw) There are 6 of them in total!

Click read more to see!

Name : Yello (Yemi) !

No age!

No gender! [ He/They ]

Aroace!

Loves pizza!

Role : Defender! (Parkour master)

Name : Greeni (Molly) !

No age!

No gender [ She/They ]

No sexuality implied!

Loves flowers crown and green tea!

Role : Fighter (Fighting games player)

Name : Grey (Recky)

No age!

No gender [ They/Them]

Gay / homosexual?

Loves music and cocoa!

Role : Healer! (Simulator enjoyer)

Name : Pinkie (Zephyr)

No age!

No gender! [ He/They ]

Bisexual!

Loves photographs

Role : Survivalist/support (RP/chilling player)

Name : Blured (Paul)

No age!

No gender! [ She/They ]

No sexuality implied!

Loves origami and arts!

Role : Quest doers (Tycoon maker)

Name : RedPurp (Crystal/Cryst)

No age!

No gender! [ They/Them ]

No sexuality implied!

Loves making robots and crafts!

Role : Support/guide (Horrors enjoyer)

[delightfullyatomicfest]

Alright, if they’re covering 1962-1969 (they’re probably not) and they’re focusing each film on a different Beatle, to stop it being repetitive it’s either a case of real focus on their non-Beatles life and / or focus on one time period for each of them specifically (they probably won’t).

So anyway this is my wild day one guess:

Ringo - 1962-3: joins the band, worrying that he’s not fitting in but meeting Mo, angst of not being on Love Me Do, hitting no 1, easy way in to introduce the other characters to the audience

John - 1964-5: Beatlemania, first US Tour, AHDN, disillusionment setting in

Paul - 1966-7: End of touring, pepper, artsy, cocaine, arrogance, Brian’s death, failure of MMT

George - 1968-69 Apple / breakup - growing confidence, India, great songs, lots of angst, ill mum, breaking down of relationship with Pattie, maybe a Bob Dylan guest appearance. End it with the last time all four were together so Abbey Road /The End, or Pattie’s birthday two days later.

[pedroam-bang]

The Bourne Ultimatum (2007)

[tf2shipswag]

ROUND 1, MATCH 8

cam and jr. belong to @fl00rbr3ad!! rene and alois belong to @allthepandasintheworld and @solemn-vow!!

[cam and jr. propaganda rule: nothing sexual rene and alois propaganda rules: nothing overly suggestive + only ship them with eachother]

ABOUT OUR CONTESTANTS UNDER THE CUT!

RENE AND ALOIS: - "He [alois] is literally babygirl. Light of this world. Killed his dad and uses his skull as a paperweight--oops. Medics have to have SOMETHING going on. - "Alois is like, if you took the classic himbo archetype and made him like, less stupid and a little more chaotic. A little. He's the type of man who would steal a dog if it was being abused by its owner. He also loves baking, and animals, and babies, and baby animals. He literally attracts strays, like his cat Margaretha and his husband Rene." - "he's [rene] like, THE tumblr sexyman archetype. If you know, you know. He's Ballister before the Nimona movie came out." - "He's [rene] a poor little meow meow, he's the most pathetic spy to walk this earth, he is a sad cringefail little man, and his joints snap crackle and pop when he does parkour. He's so competent and yet the world is stacked against him. The L in Lambert stands for LOSER!!!"

CAM AND JR: - "they clean up dead bodies all the time and deserve some recognition for it. :D👍" - "Cam(25) and Jr(13) are janitors hired by the administrator to clean up after every battle the RED and BLU teams have, because when your battle field is covered in dead bodies it’s not very efficient for fighting. When Cam was in her first year of college, doing forensic sciences, she attempted to burn down her college in order to get a free degree. She was caught and is now on the run with her little sister, Jr. Cam is friends with Demoman and Ms. Pauling, Jr is friends with Pyro and has a very chaotic sibling dynamic with Scout!"