Block-Writes-Babes

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[uchidachi]

Me: Alright, are you ready, Hattie?

Hattie: Meow

Me: *sings* ♪ If you’re happy and you know it, say “meow” ♪

Hattie: Mraaow

Me: ♪ If you’re happy and you know it, say “meow” ♪

Hattie: Mrah

Me: ♪ If you’re happy and you know it, and you really want to show it, if you’re happy and you know it, say “meow” ♪

Hattie: *rolls over* Mwraaah!

[wizardyangst]

This is exactly the kind of A+ content I come to see on this website

[between-stars-and-waves]

:-D

[thefingerfuckingfemalefury]

WHAT A GOOD VIDEO

[juno8482-deactivated20190210]

I love Shiro’s new design so much

[8writingblock8-blog]

Lance was fiddling with the lens on his camera when the model walked out of his dressing room. A click sounded as the lens finally slid into place, and Lance allowed himself a glance at the model so he could get started on his mental mock-ups for the shoot today.

Except…well, it was hard to think with such a handsome man in skin tight leather pants and a large baggy shirt that showed off muscle after muscle was rubbing oil onto his skin. Lance felt himself whimper, his throat going dry as his eyes travelled down, up, and back down. He swallowed harshly before moving behind the camera, placing something between him and the Adonis for a moment so he could compose himself.

“Are we ready to start? Do you want to take any practice shots?” It was the Adonis speaking, his voice a deep rumble that shook Lance to his core. No one had the right to be that sinful looking and angelic; it simply wasn’t fair! Lance pasted on his showbiz smile, teeth white and on display as he winked.

“Everything is just fine, handsome! Are you ready to get your vogue on?” Lance squinted, throwing up his hands so he could peer at the man through his fingers. “Or do you just want to be all dark and broody?”

And, gods above, Lance was really hoping the man would chose to vogue. Those legs could snap Lance in half with a twitch — something Lance was really wanting to test out — and just imagining them all right and perked up with a pair of heels had him practically drooling.

“I was thinking we could just put on music and see what happens from there?” The Adonis questioned, fiddling with the buttons on his shirt. “I’ve never really done anything like this before and I’m still a little nervous. I don’t really know how to do anything like this, but I really don’t want to let any of the guys back at base down. This fundraiser is really important to the rest of the guys back home.”

And fuck if that didn’t seal the deal for Lance.

“Don’t worry, big guy, I’ve got just the thing!” Lance skipped over to his phone and pulled up his go-to confidence album. Shakira’s ‘Hips Don’t Lie’ immediately cane on and Lance grinned before turning on his heel.

“The name’s Lance!” He three a hand behind his head before placing the other one on his hip, pursing his lips. Shakira’s rapid Spanish filled the background and Lance swayed his hips back and forth to the beat before spinning and tossing his head back. “Dance with me!”

“Shiro!” Shiro shouted back over the music, his grin splitting his face even as he blushed. “And I don’t dance!”

“Lies!” Lance called out, shaking his way over to the man. “Everyone can dance, but only a small percentage of people can dance well.”

Lance died a little at the laugh that followed.

Three songs later, Lance was behind his camera as Shiro posed again and again for him, each one sillier than the last. Shiro’s nerves had calmed down after Lance had chicken danced his way through Beyoncé’s Single Ladies, only breaking the flapping motion of his arm to whip his hand back and forth. Right now, Shiro was working his way through random movie tropes.

“Alright, you’ve been pulled over by the hot cop and have decided to seduce him in order to get out of a ticket, except, oh no! It’s your ex!” Lance chuckled to himself as Shiro paused, his face full of confusion. And if Lance got a couple pictures of that adorably handsome face for himself to gaze out later, who would find out about that?

“Wait, what?” Shiro blinked, his head tilting to the side like a confused puppy.

“Seduce the cop, Shiro!”

Shiro blinked again, this time slower than the first time, and then… he changed. The confused puppy became a hunter. Dark eyes began to smolder, gazing back at Lance as if he would demand the photographer to drop to his knees any second. The pinched lips smoothed out into a confident smirk, a pink tongue slipping out to coat them in a small swipe of saliva. Shiro strutted over to the wall, shrugging his shoulder and causing his sleeve to fall off.

Lance muffled a groan at the sight of hard, scarred muscle, quelling the urge to run his hands and mouth all over the bit of skin. Shiro tilted his head back to look over his shoulder, his hand coming up to brace himself on the wall.

“Did I do something wrong, Sir?”

Lance whimpered, his hand spamming as the camera light flashed once, twice, three times before the camera was knocked to the ground.

Holy shit, he loved his job.

[block-writes-babes]

Reblogging from my main cause this is too perfect to accidentally delete completely

[ulti-mal]

[block-writes-babes]

“Fancy seeing you here handsome.” Shiro grinned as Lance settled gracefully on his waist.

“What... I can’t simply... hang around?” Lance smirked as he ran a hand up the back of Shiros’s neck, letting his fingers skim the tiny sliver of skin between his helmet and his collar.

@space-ranger-soulmates Are you sure I can’t get you interested in give Shance a shot??? ;) 😘

[shancehoe2k17]

Shance ABO/Mulan AU background and headcanons!

-society is pretty dominated by secondary genders and traditions, especially surrounding omegas and alphas -all omegas are expected to be subservient and play the domestic housewife/husband role. omegas are not allowed to cut their hair but other dynamics are allowed to cut their hair as they please. omegas are also expected to get an omega tattoo once they present on the back of their neck to hopefully entice an alpha to mark them. the more intricate the design the higher standing the family is.  - Lance’s tattoo is of some elegant detailed waves, his family is of pretty good standing and mostly worked as fisherman.

-lance doesn’t really care for being an omega, he’s always been more loud and free spirited than he is expected, but he loves his family so he wants to make them proud and find a mate so he won’t dishonor his fam. -being a male omega is pretty rare and they aren’t seen as desirable as female omegas so he goes into his mate matching meeting already at a disadvantage and he can’t keep himself from talking out of place and making a fool of himself -once his father is called back to war he decided to take his place since he can’t bear the thought of him dying, so he cuts his hair and steals his mothers suppressants, (which she is allowed to have since she is mated and her alpha gave permission).

-once he gets to the army he meets his fellow soldiers pidge hunk and keith where he doesn’t make a great impression and also meets the super handsome alpha Takashi Shirogane AKA hottie with a body -his family’s ancestors send the lion guardian to help him, which ends up being Blue, a little kitten -lance doesn’t do well with the training, but eventually he becomes really skilled with a bow and arrow/marksmanship -shiro didn’t like him at first cause he was loud and annoying and didn’t follow orders, but eventually he starts to realize how devoted and charismatic and talented (and beautiful) he is, but he assumes he is a beta since the suppressants mask any scent and as a high ranking alpha he is expected to mate with an omega so he doesn’t do anything about it.

-instead of lance getting stabbed in the stomach like mulan its in the back/shoulder so they discover him by seeing his tattoo and he is outed as an omega and shiro spares his life -once all is said and done shiro decides to go see lance and ask to court him

-zarkon and the galra are the huns -allura is the emperor? or maybe alphor? idk -lol what if slav was the annoying assistant guy thats always rude?

uhhh this is all i can think of for now. if i had any talent in writing i would make a fic but im not so if anyone wants to write this hmu and i will give you all of my love/art

[block-writes-babes]

This might be a future project of mine! Let me know what y’all think!

[leggylance]

i don’t think any of y’all understand the effect lance tilting keith’s chin up with his index finger has on me

[leggylance]

same thing goes for him calling keith ‘sweetheart’

[leggylance]

[block-writes-babes]

Keith had been distant for days. And honestly? Lance couldn’t blame him. Shiro was his only remaining family and it had been yanked away from him. Keith’s world had been flipped upside down!

But that didn’t mean that Lance was fine with being ignored for two weeks straight. Well, okay, maybe ignored was harsh. Keith still slept in the same room with him and trained with him and all that jazz, BUT! Pidge and Hunk were also always there whenever that was happening. The Paladin sleepovers had become a regular thing ever since Shiro’s disappearance and that meant the Lance hadn’t been able to hug or kiss or comfort his boyfriend.

So when Lance stumbled across Keith walking towards the kitchens, he took his chance.

“Keith! Wait up!”

Keith turned to look at him and paused in the middle of the hallway until Lance had caught up to him.

“Hey, handsome. We haven’t spoken in awhile,” Lance rubbed the back of his neck as he spoke. “How are you holding up? I know Shiro is really important to you.”

And when Keith froze Lance knew that Keith hadn’t actually dealt with his feelings. (His boyfriend had a tendency to do that.) Lance sighed and dropped his grin. He hated having to be the serious one in this relationship sometimes. Lance stepped in front of Keith and came to a stop.

“Hey, sweetheart.” Lance frowned as Keith immediately turned to glare at the ground. Now that wouldn’t do. Keith was like a wolf sometimes. You had to be firm and direct at times and other times you had to be soft.

“Keith.” Lance put a finger under his boyfriends chin and tugged slightly. “Baby look at me.”

When Keith’s watery gaze met his, Lance melted a little inside. Keith was trying to be so strong for hem as their new leader. Of course he was breaking on the inside.

“Oh sweetheart, come here.” Lance pulled Keith into his arms and squeezed.

Keith was his light now, and Lance had to make sure that his light never went out.

[strawberrylovely]

shiro is head over heels in love with lance and he thinks lance likes him too. one evening after dinner, he pulls his teammate aside and confesses his feelings. lance smiles sadly, before telling shiro that he’s sorry. he doesn’t feel the same.

shiro gets all flustered and tells lance not to worry about it. he says he’s sorry if he made things awkward and hopes they can still be friends. lance says of course they can, and asks if it’s okay to give shiro a hug. shiro agrees and they hug, and afterwards lance goes to his room and leaves shiro in the hallway alone.

shiro sulks back to his room, mentally berating himself for thinking lance could possibly like him back when he knows the boy has a thing for allura. he tries not to get sad about the fact that his unrequited feelings are now known, but hugging lance had only made his heart hurt more. he leans against the wall on his bed, curled up with his blankets and thinks back to the garrison when he’d confessed to keith. keith hadn’t felt the same either and it hurt, but he’d gotten over it and was able to be friends with keith nonetheless. he knows he can get over lance too, but for some reason, this time hurts him more than the first.

he thought for certain that lance at least likes guys, but maybe not. or maybe it’s just him. he’s not sure what it is about him that makes him someone that no one likes. maybe he’s too friendly so they all think he’s just a bro. or maybe he’s just going for the wrong people. or maybe he really just is meant to be alone. whatever it is, it keeps shiro awake most of the night.

but hey, at least it’s better than staying awake from remembering his past in the arena. he’d take heartbreak over that any day.

[block-writes-babes]

The next morning Shiro staggers down to the showers earlier than usual. He was hoping that the cold water would wake him up some considering he didn’t sleep last night.

“Get back here Lance!”

“You gotta catch me, samurai.”

Shiro rolled his eyes and steeled his shoulders. It was too early to be dealing with their antics; let alone too early to deal with his repressed feelings so soon.

“Got cha!”

“Yeah? And what are you going to do about it, hm?”

“That’s enough you two. No arguing in the—“ Shiro froze at the soft before him. Keith had Lance pressed up against the wall, his hands grasping the other man’s thighs where they wrapped around his waist. Lance was grinning down at Keith, hands wrapped around his neck and fingers tangled in his hair. Both of them turned to look at Shiro when he walked in, eyes wide with horror.

“...Shiro?” Keith lowered Lance to the floor and took a tentive step in his direction. Shiro took in a deep breath, swallowing past the pain in his chest that throbbed anew.

“Both of you should know not to fraternize in the showers. That was the rule at the Garrison and it is a rule here as well. I didn’t think I would have to say that when we are all adults here.” Shiro sent the two a glare and turned on his heel. “Don’t let me catch you again.”

When Shiro made it back to his room and behind his locked door, he collapsed into bed. He let himself cry for five minutes before getting up wiping his face.

He had to present a strong persona to his crew after all.

I couldn’t help myself. The angst was too strong and overcame me!!! This was really good though! It was also very inspiring! What do you think @space-ranger-soulmates ?

[miracu-less]

Aaaaahhh I did it. I finished before the official airing of Glaciator! Now I know this is not how the episode will play out, but a weeaboo can dream.~ Plus there is only so much context you can get from a trailer.

I started getting lazy around the last 8 panels… ah well.

Have some Marichat everyone!!!!

Waaaaahhhh!!!!

[block-writes-babes]

THIS IS SO FRICKING CUTE YAS

[toastgull]

Reblog and you’re guaranteed to be successful at whatever you do next!

[hi-def-doritos-deactivated20181]

I hate poetry so much I wrote a sonnet about it and if that doesn’t sum up my contradictory personality I don’t know what does.

[dgable]

I demand this sonnet

[hi-def-doritos-deactivated20181]

So here a daunting task I undertake: I mimic stiff-writ lines in words of old, And rows of poetry I sadly make To speak about the sour view I hold. For poetry is not my point of strength, All flow’ry words in ancient page contained, And poetry extends for any length Unless it is by form of prose constrained. Rejoice! for sonnets are by form constrained, My thanks, my prayers up heaven-ward I send, That they are short: a trio of quatrains With but one couplet bringing up the end.      Though not as bad as other forms of prose,      I do not like you, sonnets, heaven knows.

-C.J.

[world-shaker-deactivated2013092]

Want to collaborate on a Google Doc with Nietzsche, Shakespeare, Dostoyevsky, Dickinson, Dickens and Poe? 

Click here. Start typing. Enjoy the hilarity. 

Ninja Update: Wanna see something fun? Mention Shakespeare in a sentence and see what happens. 

[couragemadnessfriendshiplove]

Poe kept writing distinctly into my sentences so I wrote ”Edgar, you’re not funny” aND HE BLATANTLY DELETED THE NOT I AM SO DONE WITH THIS ASDFKJL

[eisbecherovka-deactivated201604]

OH GOD IF YOU TYPE “EDGAR ALLAN POE” POE ADDS A :( AFTER HIS NAME PRECIOUS BABY

[binbou-kun]

Oh my God so I typed ‘Shakespeare’ and Shakespeare butted in and wrote ‘The lovely and handsome Shakespeare’ but Poe burst in saying ‘The dreadful and lonely Shakespeare’.

aND FYODOR DOSTOYVESKY ADDED ‘ I do not wish to make myself a laughing-stock before these idle listeners.”

I’M DONE.

[aka-spunkynuggets]

Look what they did to All Star by Smash Mouth

“Somebody once hushedly told me the world is going to roll me. I ain’t the sharpest tool in the shed. She was looking kind of glocky with her finger and her thumb in the shape of a “L” on her forehead. Well, the years start voraciously coming and they don’t stop coming; fed to the rules and I hit the ground running. It didn’t make sense absolutely to live for fun. Thy brain gets smart but your head gets dumb. So much to do, so much to behold. So what’s wrong with taking the back busy thoroughfares? In everything one thing is impossible: rationality. You’ll never know if thou don’t go. “You’ll never shine if you don’t glow”, he growled incoherently. Hey presently, you’re an All Star. Get your game on; go play. Hey now, you’re a Rock Star. Get the show on; get laid. As well as all that glitters is gold, only shooting stars break the mold. ~All Star by Smash Estuary of opinion…”

[autonomousprince]

Imagine putting your research paper in here and letting them go at it.

[feasibleweasel]

OH MY GOD I WAS WRITING AND EDGAR WOULDN’T STOP FIXING THINGS SO I WROTE “Edgar shut up I’m trying to write” and he changed it to “Edgar shut up I’m meagerly attempting to write” THIS FUCKING ASSHOLE

[asophiora-deactivated20160419]

I typed in “Hello” and Shakesphere erased it and wrote “Begone with this rubbish.”

HOW R00d

[taakosquad]

I typed “party in the Usa” and Poe changed party to “ill-fated gathering”

[savior-loki]

I just used it to yell at Dickens about Tale of Two Cities, I am happy now

[barrett-the-babe]

I typed in ‘hello other writers’ and Edgar Allen Poe changed it to ‘Hello secondary writers’

[pinkharlequinn]

After I had been writing for a while Edgar suddenly deleted my last sentence and wrote “THE END.” rude son of a bitch

[fancyladssnacks]

I have to try this.

[mojavejourneys]

Rebageled again but to add if the link above doesn’t work, try this one instead.

[thebibliosphere]

I put my author bio into it and Edgar Allan Poe and William Shakespeare started fighting over the werewolf puns.

[block-writes-babes]

I’m not even going to try and put this on my main blog. Time to see what the greats think of my fan fiction! 😂

[block-writes-babes]

Our Paths Crossed Once (as they will in every life)

John sighed as he tossed and turned under his duvet. Why was it so hard to find a position that didn't cause pain to shoot through his shoulder? It had been two years since he'd been shot, and still the bloody thing was giving him trouble. He frowned up at the ceiling before giving up on sleep. Heaving himself to his feet, John made his way to the kitchen to make himself a cuppa.

"John?" His sister's voice came from the doorway, and John withheld the sigh that threatened to escape his lips.

"Harry, go back to bed." Maybe if he focused on his mug hard enough, she would go away.

"John, you haven't been sleeping." Harry's voice grew louder, and John knew that if he turned his head she would be right behind him. "I'm worried about you. Have the war flashbacks returned? I thought they went away."

"I'm fine, just couldn't find a position that didn't hurt my shoulder." John gave in to his sister's prodding. He knew that if he avoided it, her questions would get steadily worse; it was best to just cut her off now. Silence engulfed the two, each caught up in their own thoughts.

"Alright," Harry leaned forward to run her fingers through his hair. "I'm heading to bed then. Try and get some sleep, alright?"

John hummed in response, relaxing into his chair as his sister shuffled back to her room.

Moments later he was able to hear snoring from her room, and John finally let himself gaze through the window at the falling rain.

It never rained when he was stationed in Afghanistan, and he had missed it while he had been away from England. Now that he was back in London, he missed the scorching heat of the sun beating down on the back of his neck. A scoff left John's lips as he took another sip of his tea. Maybe it was true what they say, 'the grass is greener on the other side' and all that jazz.

Once his mug was empty, John took it into the kitchen and left it on the counter to wash later after breakfast. A glance at the clock revealed that it was ten 'til five, so he made his way over to the small work area he had set up for himself in the corner and sat down at his desk. Quickly starting his laptop up, he set to work typing up what he remembered from patching his men while under fire.

Two hours later, a knock sounded on the door. John blinked as he was pulled out of his memories and turned to look at the door. His eyes narrowed as the knock sounded again, this time more persistent. The drawer on his left was quietly opened, and John pulled out the small browning he kept in there followed by a matching full clip. He swiftly loaded his weapon and made sure the safety was on before making his way over to the door.

"Hello?" he called through the door.

"John? John Watson? It's Mike from Bart's?" John immediately straightened from his half crouch and tucked his weapon into the waistband of his trousers. He had the locks undone and the door open within five seconds, a wide grin on his face.

"Mike! What are you doing here so early in the morning, mate? It's only ten past seven."

The man standing on the other side of the doorway grinned, shifting his briefcase over to his left hand before reaching out to clap John his right shoulder.

"I came to offer you a job."

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[block-writes-babes]

CROSSOVER TIME

“So how exactly did you get these burns?” John questioned as he began to cut away the blackened skin. He glanced up at the red haired man on his table and shook his head at the man’s grin.

“I told ya’, it was a bonfire gone wrong.” The man shrugged and John sighed before setting his scissors down and settling into his chair.

“You say that, and yet I’ve seen a man burned alive and his burns weren’t as severe as that one right there. Your arm shouldn’t even be attached to your torso still.” John tilted his head, eyes narrowing with a challenge. “So tell me, how does a fellow like you survive dragon burns with a smile on his face?”

The man’s smile fell away as his mouth dropped open.

“Squib,” John supplied with a grin. “My mum was a muggleborn.”

“Don’t scare a mate like that!” The man groaned and his head hit the wall behind him.

“So why didn’t you go to Mungo’s for this?” John questioned, leaning forward to pike at the arm with a gloved finger. “Surely they would be able to do this better than I can.”

“I... didn’t exactly have clearance to be working with this dragon.”

John raised an eyebrow. “And you didn’t keep any burn potion on you because?”

“It was a last minute thing? My brother called and when I was about halfway back, the little tyke got a case of the hiccups and took me out.” He chuckled and sent a lopsided grin and a wink in John’s direction. “Not that I’m complaining, ‘acourse. It lead me to a handsome bloke like you.”

John chuckled. “Well this handsome bloke is wanting to know the real name of his patient, Mr. Longjohn.”

“It’s actually Weasley. Charlie Weasley, at your mercy.”

@saurasaurusrex @saurasaurus

Written for these two lovelies!

[basiilhallward]

instead of actually writing an essay.. i wrote a thing on how to write an essay (woah meta) & added some pictures of my plans so u can see what i actually mean!! enjoy my friends i hope this is useful to someone

[peardida-deactivated20181101]

I can’t explain how much I want a 21st century Star Trek au where Kirk still lives in Iowa and it’s like “holy shit aliens just literally landed in my cornfield I can’t believe my life became a bad episode of x-files”

[peardida-deactivated20181101]

ok but. hear me out like…

kirk as just this genius 21yr old in Iowa building hi-tech shit in his basement; like radios and shit that manage to pick up sub-space frequencies that he helps code w/ the help of Uhura

kirk thinking it’d be a funny prank to make some crop circles in his family’s cornfield

kirk making intricate crop circles that read as some rudimentary script of Vulcan

spock responding to the images that seem to be an SOS from his father; beams down to earth only to find out some humans managed to accidentally learn the vulcan language

“oh so you’re an alien” “indeed” “And…you’re looking for your dad.” “affirmative” “well, you know what this means?” “….” “…roadtrip.”

spock learns the meaning of friendship as he roadtrips across america with a pack of humans that kirk picks up along the way in search of his father: mccoy, the doctor they met in georgia that let them sleep in his basement; scotty the auto repair guy they meet in some backwater town; sulu in new york that is much better at driving than kirk is; nobody really knows how chekov ended up with them, but it’s probably illegal

these are the voyages of the 1970 Volkswagen bus Enterprise

[sprout-dad]

Apartment AU’s

“I’m trying to make macaroni but I’ve burnt 3 pans and set off the fire alarm and I heard the lady above us say you were a chef please help” AU

“I know we just met yesterday but the landlord is coming over and I have 2 cats please hang out with them for a few hours” AU

“I bought too many popsicles at the store do you want some?” AU

“We both got kicked out because our roommates are having sex so now we’re playing poker and talking about gardening” AU

“I’ve been in love with you since you first moved in and I finally built up the courage to knock on your door but when you answered you had just woken up and didn’t have a shirt on so I ran away” AU

“I locked myself out of my apartment so I have to climb out your window and onto my balcony” AU

“I made too much food wanna come in and help me out oh who set up a table with candles and wine thats weird” AU

“You’re drunk and walked into the wrong apartment and fell asleep on my couch oh god you’re going to be so confused in the morning” AU

“I’m at work and my son needs to be picked up from school do you mind?” AU

“Okay well it turns out you’re really good with kids and my son has started calling you daddy and insists we move in so ‘we can be a real family’” AU

“We met at a cafe and started flirting but when I left you started following me and I got creeped out and called you a stalker but it turns out you just live in the same building this is so awkward” AU

“Your laundry got mixed up with mine somehow and now we’re sitting in silence sorting underwear” AU 

“I barely know you but my boyfriend just broke up with me and you heard me crying so you brought over ice cream and movies” AU

“Our dogs whine whenever they’re apart so we spend pretty much every day together” AU

“I walked in on your ex yelling at you so you grabbed me and kissed me  so she’d go away and I’m kind of freaked out I literally just met you last week” AU

I love Apartment AU’s ;-;

[block-writes-babes]

Send me an AU to my askbox and I’ll write you a quick Drabble!

[block-writes-babes]

This is for @shayisthebagel who requested Harry and Draco!

Draco scowled up at the lightning bolt shape in the sky. He hated the fact that he was forced to resort to such measures....

“Feline,” a voice spoke from behind him, “You called me here? What is this, some sort of trap? Very poorly executed my friend.”

“Shut it, Sparky. I need your help.” Draco spat the words out at his nemesis, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked away.

“Me? What the bloody hell do you need me for?”

“Organization that calls themselves the DeathEaters, you’re familiar with them?” Draco nodded at the spray painted wall below. “They have something of mine, something important.”

“And you can’t get it yourself?” Thunderman’s voice drew nearing and Draco squeezed his eyes shut before hissing the next words out.

“They have my kid.”

[writing-prompt-s]

The superhero stared at the supervillain. “I need your help…they have my daughter.”

[shayisthebagel]

save this for me too

[block-writes-babes]

Send me some superhero’s and super villains and I’ll write a Drabble or two!