#just yeet

[typhoonquixol]

Diana yeeting her first monster

[chronicalchaos]

Wick Peculiarity AU - Prey and Predator

Welp, this is quite long, i guess. @mossyscavern did a wonderful skit from the old version of this AU, and now I'm finally writing something about it, enjoy!

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"We have to leave" Tom hurried them in a whisper, Sam held Lillian's hand as all the children gathered in the hall, watching as Duncan taps his foot anxiously and Travis yawns, adjusting his cracked glasses. He could hear the commotion downstairs, it sounded like a not so friendly conversation between John and other two people.

"What? I don't want to leave!" Caleb whispered back, starting to follow Tom as he heads to the stairs. But, before he could even reach the middle of the hall, he stopped, putting his hand in front of Caleb and grasping tight on his shotgun's strap.

"Shit– everyone to the window, now!" Tom's shoulders tensed, starting to push Caleb closer to the group as he hurries closer as well. "The youngers first, quick, it won't take long until it notices us!"

Before Sam knew, Duncan had already scooped Lillian on his lap and snatched Travis's arm, dragging him with them. As Tom passes by him, Benny grabs one of the bookshelfs between a pair of doors, throwing it at the stairs, blocking the way.

"There's no way we'll be able to get down safely, it's too high!" Duncan warned, but before anyone could answer, Lillian raises her legs, her big and heavy shoes unbalancing Duncan, sending him, Lillian and Travis, from whom came a rather loud crack as he hit the frame, out the window. Caleb didn't hesitate and ran to the window, extending his arms outside, trembling as the thing screeches, attempting to clear it's path and feast on those hopeless souls.

Inhaling as deep as he can, an ear-piercing guttural scream scratched out of Tom's throat, Sam shivers as the thing screeches back, but he could swear a second screech came from somewhere out the window, Tom stepped infront of Sam, swiftly pulling his gun from his back, muffling a fairly wheezy cough before turning to Sam.

"Listen carefully, that thing is going to find a way up soon and I'll have to buy time for you" He clearly did not include himself in that sentence... Sam wanted to protest, but with the way Tom grasped on his shoulders and the distressed expression painted on his face, all he did was nod vigorously. Caleb, with Benny's help, climbs on the window and pushes himself outside, vanishing from their view. "Find the crack. Not the one we came through, the other. Get everyone to safety, I'll catch up to you later."

Benny gives one last glance to the two, finally deciding to slide out the window. Just as he vanishes, the bookshelf snaps in half, wood pieces flying everywhere. Tom pushes Sam closer to the window, pointing the gun to the stairs, just as the redhead starts to climb on the frame, his eyes lock on a horrifying vision, a shadow of long tentacle like tongues moving in the air as a slim body reveals itself projects itself on the wall and ceiling at the end of the hall.

All he heard was a gunshot, his skin burning as he slides on something that feels like gravel, and soon, he was on the ground, being lifted by Benny as another gunshot was fired and something seemed to climb on the roof.

Sam scanned their surroundings, glacing over everyone in the group, Benny now had Lillian on his arms and a rope on his shoulders, Caleb sucked an agitated worm back down his throat, Duncan was grossly attempting, and succeeding, to put Travis' broken arm back into place– He found it.

A tiny light glowing between the trees, translucent green waves whispering his name, he found the way out.

[wordgirlincorrect]

Police: You’re under arrest for trying to carry three people on a single motorcycle.

Victoria, with Eileen and Tobey behind her: Wait, what do you mean THREE?!

Police: Yes…three.

Victoria: Oh, my God— What the fuck!?

Police: Wha-

Victoria: Maria FUCKING FELL OFF!

[derekhalewolf]

Derek Hale In Every Scene: 2x04 Abomination

[lucky-7times]

A small gathering of hammer throws from the past few days. Half of them were made on the same day.

[anteroom-of-death]

Life, for Dummies p15 (epilogue)

a/n: its OVER! It”S Over AND OVER MEANS TA DAHHHHHH!! i hope you all enjoyed baby’s first fic series...More to come on other fronts. oh boy. i hope i di you, my readers and this series justice...enjoy xoxo...

You woke up one night with a start. You could feel your heart beating loudly within your chest. You cupped it and felt it all click into place. You were officially one millenia old. You felt an electric shock shift through your body at the thought. You shivered. 

Looking down beside you at the shirtless Master beside you, you played idly with his hair. His face smoothed of all the troubles he’d ever seen, despite the eternal youth, he still carried himself with the weight of the Drums and was forged into a perfect war machine from age eight. True the past nine hundred or so years were considerably easier for him. He had you. The bright spark in all the darkness. A reward for a rough life lived.

You were incredibly fond of him. 

“Blimey.” You thought, “One thousand years…” 

You sat, drawing the sheets over your body and took stock of your life. 

No matter what way you cut it, it was very good.

Sure, you also had yourself a rough start. Maybe not for as long as he did, but he was your bright spark as much as you his.

It was almost like destiny. Not that you felt like a predetermined force shoved you together, no, that was stupid. But destiny? That you were supposed to be the greatest? 

Yeah, you could buy that.

You stretched and stifled a moan as you slid out of bed and to make yourself a cup of coffee. All these years later, and you still were a coffee in the morning sort. Some things really never did change. 

You both had a long day the day before and you didn’t want to wake your lover up demanding coffee, no matter how much yours would always pale in comparison to his in all regards. 

You set the coordinates to the Eye of Orion and opened up the doors, grabbing an adirondack chair and moved it out there. You took in the positive ions and let the centuries wash over you. The piping hot mug sending steam into the atmosphere. You took a sip and stretched out, a distant memory niggling at the back of your head…

What was it?

You had to think for a few moments before you remembered.

Your first week in his TARDIS!

Of course…

You’d been on the defense. Wondering why he’d chosen you. What game was he on and how would it appear to the Doctor if you were found out. You found yourself guffawing quietly at your once fear that he was going to kill you. Crying and begging for him to kill you because of what a coward you were and his reactions to the minds of simple others. Then abruptly- your first date.

What a lifetime and then some that was…

A millenia…

If only all those who naysayed you as a small human could have seen you now.

You jokingly clucked your tongue.

“You know, you actually left a mark when you hit me.” You heard a voice behind you.

It was him, bringing out a cup of tea for himself and a matching chair. 

“You deserved it.”

“Did I?” He teased, ruffling his hair into a truly pretentious version of artsy. 

“I did it once, who’s to say I won’t hit again.” You stuck out your tongue.

“Careful, pet.” He goaded in a loving tone. “Might have to punish you.” 

“Yeah, yeah.” You conceded and drank in your coffee and the view. The Eye of Orion was one of your favorite places to visit on occasion. You thoroughly enjoyed the peace of it all and all the inner sanctum vibes. 

“I know you’re thinking about being one thousand.” He tapped his temple. “It’s a crazy year. I remember mine. I honestly didn’t think I’d be that old and all.”

“Easy for you to say.” You rolled your eyes a bit. “Yours is the species you’d expect to live that long.”

“Fair, but you know me.”

“Yes, I do…”

As far as knowing each other could go, it was like a second skin. You literally knew everything about each other. No secrets, even things that one couldn’t know, the other knew. The two of you were evenly matched and the fatal flaw of each other. 

Yet the greatest salvation of both.

To quote some probably long deceased relative of yours, Frick and Frack. 

You sat on quietly, enjoying the beauty of the moments and the restorative energies course through you and co mingle with the coffee.

“May I braid your hair?” He asked quietly.

“Sure.” You slid over to his chair and sat between his legs as he combed it with his fingers and slowly. He once in a while loved to braid your hair and lay kisses on your shoulders, inhaling your scent. It was his all-time favorite in the cosmos. Essence of you. Very intimate and very softening. 

He finished it up after a while and pulled you down, dipping you into a kiss. His mouth was wet with saliva and the trembling fire building within both of your chests. He positively flowed into you and found your cunt, maybe a tad bit moist. But it was a delicious kiss. You pulled his face down onto yours with hands and continued kissing him back, biting on his lips and tasting the peppermint and licorice on his lips. 

His palm at the top of your mound and him slightly stroking your clit as his pinky stroked the entrance of your folds. You could feel him bracing his other hand on the side of your hip, digging in nails slightly. You hitched your legs open and let him in. He went in and worked, pumping you with a finger, knowing exactly how to make you feel squishy inside. He added another finger and used his thumb to stroke and circle your throbbing, needy clit. 

Sex was still explosive and amazing. Never boring. Even simple stuff like this.

He finished you off quickly then got back to necking with you. You let him for a little while and flipped him over and returned the favor. 

After all, it was a partnership of equals...

It was a quiet day after that, he bathed you and brought you to several more orgasms.

He gifted you another dangly thing for your neck, “Oh! I like it! Thank you, Master.” You cooed as he affixed a small leather braided chain with a purple, shimmery gemstone of some sort. It matched well with your well worn, well loved old collar and the beautiful but deadly warpstar that you always wore. A three-tiered testament to your Master’s loving affection and him being rapt with you…

“I figure, you know, it’s a special day and all.” He blushed and stammered at the sight of you. His whore, his pet, his lover, his life.  

You crawled back into plotting mode after you both were finally dressed and unsexed. The coffee had been brewed, the coordinates set, plans set and traps ready to be laid...

The Universe was big and the masses were unruly.

It was big, and somebody had to fuck it into total submission.

Or somebody’s...

THE END

[caustic-synishade]

Love and Support :D

Hello everyone of this lovely community, new and old friends!

This community truly is a great place and I’d love for it to stay that way. At it’s core, Mark has helped create a lovely place to metaphorically call home. The amount of good I see here is astonishing and truly amazing. The impact this place has... Mark alone didn’t do this, we all helped, if by a tiny amount. Everyone here is important, everyone. (And I’ll say here, Mark does deserve to be counted as one with his community, not above it)

A community full of goofs and full of feels, but most importantly, full of friends and lovely people. Led by a lovely person with a lovely message.

It’s time we stop tearing each other apart and start lifting each other up. There’s been something stirring in the community, a small, but loud problem, that we shouldn’t be dealing with. It’s existed for a long while, but there’s no reason why we can’t try to work on it to make this an even better place. Work to help Mark and everyone feel more welcomed, work for more positivity! It’s a problem of hatred, a problem of elitism, a problem of general negativity and bad eggs. A problem that drives people away... 

No one in this community, not even Mark, is above anyone else. We’re all just a bunch of goofs tryin to find ourselves in this weird world.

This community is not defined by the bullshit. It is a lovely place, end of the day. But we gotta stop treating each other (again, Mark included) like absolute shit. This community, overall, is a good and lovely place, and we need to remember that and stay true to it.

Keep spreading those good vibes, keep up the happiness, respect and general good nature behavior! For yourself, this community, strangers, Mark himself, everyone. 

Let’s CONTINUE to make Mark and each other proud. :D!

<3

[laughing-lazulis]

So I'm watching the Camp Camp Halloween special...