Hinata Shoyo may collect setters left and right, but Daichi be collecting team captains up and down, left and right..

My hot take of the night : normalise Guren and Kureto slander. That is all. Bitches are shady, manipulative and abusive(power abuse) as hell..

the hype for Toji from JJK and Meian from Haikyuu is soo damn high. when these fine specimens of a hunk get animated, we all gonna get nasty for real, the grass ain’t working anymore, not even the whole grassland can fix us

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Pair: Captain Syverson x Female Reader

Request/s: Anon - I want some nasty Captain Syverson. Its been a mood. How are we not talking about how good Henry looked all dirty and rough?

Warnings: sexual themes, cussing, mentions of war

Word Count: 2466

 A/N – As promised the first in a long line of Henry Cavill requests. Bare with if the sexual scenes were bad it’s my first time writing one. So, I hope this is ok. Love you guys. AS ALWAYS GIF IS NOT MINE.

Originally posted by portalhenrycavillbr

Here you were leaving yet again, after six months of living a regular civilian life, time was up and you were being deployed to God knows where.

After all the goodbyes, you were finally in the car on the way to the airfield. On the way there, you looked out the window trying to take mental pictures of home, something you always did before being deployed. Either to just have memories while you were away or to just remember in case you never made it back.

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Pairing: Bodyguard!August Walker X Reader

Summary: August Walker is assigned to protect you, a famed scientist who has discovered a new type of drug that can mix with any virus to create a cure. For this reason the government is scared that you might be targeted by foreign governments so you are given a personal bodyguard, which you are very unhappy about. What will happen when you two are put head to head?

This was inspired by a request from @sparkly3030

Warnings: Language

A/N: So I listened to ya’ll and made this, hope you like it. Let me know if you would like to be tagged, please like, comment and reblog.

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You could not believe what you were hearing. Miranda, your boss, was sitting across from you in her office and had stopped talking after dropping a bomb on you. Your jaw was hanging loose as you stared at her, but were forced to tear your eyes away from her when you heard the door behind you open and heard two sets of footsteps walk in.  You saw someone come into your line of sight out of the corner of your eye but refused to look up and acknowledge their presence, Miranda, however, had very different plans as she immediately shot out of her seat, leaning over her desk, extending her hand to the visitor. “Erica, I am so glad you made it.” “Miranda. This is August Walker. He is my best man so (Y/N) will be completely safe with him.” You finally caved and looked up at Miranda, shooting her a death glare. You had always been one to take care of yourself, and you had proven time and time again that you were not someone to be messed with but this seemed a battle that you were destined to lose. You sighed heavily and let yourself slump in your chair before collecting yourself and standing up and whipping around.  You almost lost your balance when you saw the man standing there wearing a cream coloured suit with a face that seemed to have been chiselled by a god. You regained your balance by placing your hands on Miranda’s desk behind you. You looked away and down at your feet just to avoid having awkward eye contact but when you heard him snigger you felt your blood boil and looked up and if looks could kill, he would be killed dead. “If she is always this much trouble then I might also need back up.” He said, cocking an eyebrow at you and even though he said it to Erica he was looking in your direction making it a clear jab at you. “Don’t worry, if you really can’t handle it I will save your ass.” You sneered right back at him. You could cut the tension in the room with hedge clippers and the glares that you and August were shooting at each other were like laser beams. He seemed genuinely surprised by the response you had given him and he seemed to be at a loss for words but decided to settle for a smirk in response.  Erica had decided that that was the perfect time to break down just how the ‘arrangement’ would work; this would entail him being with you wherever you went but he would be undercover so people would not know his identity, but the most important thing is that he will be armed at all times. After being debriefed you were allowed to return to your office with August Walker trailing behind, with the eyes off all of your co-workers also following along. You turn slightly looking over your shoulder at him, he looked at his watch before looking back up at you again, arching a questioning eyebrow at you. You simply shrugged your shoulders and continued walking reaching your office. Walking in you stopped and turned to face him, crossing your arms barely giving him a chance to say anything “Ground rules, don’t touch any equipment in here there could be dangerous chemicals-“ he looked around the room as though he was judging it harshly “- second, never, ever touch any papers. There is information that could save the world and if even one paper is misplaced all my hard work goes down the drain. Are we clear?” He pursed his lips and cocked his head to the side, almost as if he was mocking you. “Crystal. Now, my rules. You do everything I say, if you want to leave to go anywhere you call me first. If something happens you call me first because I am your new best friend. I am not a personal assistant so I will not be doing any errands for you. Are we clear?” You lifted both of your eyebrows, saying “I wouldn’t trust you with my errands anyways.” And with that you turned on your heels marching back to your desk and taking a seat in front of your computer, typing away. He walked over to a couch on the side of your office, pulling out his own laptop and began working.

Many hours later you felt your stomach rumbling and looking up at the clock realised it was your lunch time, looking back at August you saw that he had not moved from his position on the sofa. You got up from your chair, picking up your handbag and walking around your desk. August yet again refused to look up and acknowledge you. You crossed your arms and began to tap your foot impatiently hoping he would get the signal. You were also stubborn and refused to break the silence that had settled but your hunger had other plans. You decided to cave, for a second time that day, breaking the silence “Can we go eat?” you snapped at him. His fingers stopped typing immediately and he looked up at you, smiling “Of course.” You groaned internally at him while he took his sweet time getting ready to leave. Once you both finally left the office, the first thing you noticed was how some of the girls seemed to perk up, and you could have sworn that some of them looked different than this morning when you first saw them and you could have also sworn that you received some looks of jealousy, which, even though you were not interested in him, did help inflate your pride. Walking out of the building you turned and headed down the road to your favourite sandwich place quickly getting lost in the hustle and bustle of the city. You felt someone grip your elbow and pull you back, causing you to lose your balance. You crashed into the strong chest of, who you assumed to be, your bodyguard, looking up you saw him give you an angry look with his jaw clenched. He leaned down and whispered into your ear “Don’t run, I can’t protect you if you’re dead.” You were unsure about whether it was the bluntness with which he spoke, or how low his voice was, but you felt goose bumps and shivered, nodding. He loosened his grip but still held on walking close enough to be in your personal bubble. Finally reaching the shop you were relieved to see that it was mostly empty, this would mean that August could back off a little since your life will not be in imminent danger. Once you got your food, you sat down in your usual seat and were about to begin eating when you felt a presence behind you who you assumed to be August Walker. Your suspicions were confirmed when the presence spoke “I am going to sit here, I need a clear view of the door.” Sighing, you felt your shoulders slump, but deciding that you were not going to fight him, so you decided to just move and finally eat. While you were eating your mind wandered to the man sitting in front of you and how your life had flipped n the span of a week. After discovering the MLH drug you figured life would be swell but now you were being babysat. “Can I ask you something?” you asked gaining his attention. “If I said no, would that stop you?” giving him a bitch face, you continued your question. “Why do I need protection? Why is my life in danger? I mean, I know I made the MLH drug but it’s still in trials, no one even knows about it.” He put his fork back down in his salad taking a deep breath, breaking it down for you. “I am a CIA agent, and we had someone who is undercover in a foreign country who believed the government knows. They want you dead because of how many lives your drug could save, it would hurt business. You’re not the first whose life is in danger, but we have never been able to save them. Society can’t lose people like you, people who have something useful to offer.” When he looked back at you, you could have sworn you saw pain flash across his eyes, but even if there was something there it was long gone and replaced with a cold hard stare. “Are you done eating?” he snapped. You nodded quickly, getting up and throwing out your trash and walking over to the door. Placing your hand on the door handle you were about to open the door but paused, looking back at August Walker, waiting until he caught up with you.

Back in your office, you continued to work away until it was time to go home, but when you looked up what you saw made your heart flutter. August seemed to have nodded off and was breathing deeply. He looked so peaceful asleep and you didn’t want to wake him up. You walked across your office and picked up a shawl you had lying around, and walked over to the couch where he was asleep. You shook open the shawl and moved to drape it over him, as gently as you could. However, staying true to his work as a secret agent, he felt the movement and immediately shot up out of the sofa getting in a stance that suggested he was ready to fight. You went backwards throwing up your hands in protection. “SORRY” you yelled. He seemed to calm down and loosened up. “I’m ready to go home.” You said, deciding it best to not talk about what just happened. He clearly had major trust issues and you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. You waited awkwardly, as he put his coat back on and packed up his bag. Before eventually walking up to you indicating that he was ready to leave.

The walk to your apartment was quiet, which was something that you enjoyed, especially because of the soft breeze that was blowing. But once you arrived at your building you assumed that he would leave but instead he followed you all the way up and to your door. Opening it you turned, to thank him, but was yet again surprised when he entered, instructing you to stay in the foyer, as he closed your door. He then proceeded to walk through your entire house checking for intruders or any signs of danger. While this was happening you were silently praying, hoping that you had left your bedroom clean, but knowing how much of a rush you were in this morning, you couldn’t be too sure. When he finally reappeared, seeming satisfied, he walked up to you and gave you one final nod, walked around you opening the door and stepping out. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning at 8:30. Tonight I need you to make a rough list of your usual schedule. Good night.” And with that he shut the door. You were still standing there in shock, when you heard a voice from the other side of the door. “Lock the door.” Catching you off guard, you stumbled forward, shambling with the lock and finally turning it. You peeked through the eye hole and saw as a shadow walk away. You turned back around and leaned back against your door. You took a deep breath, deciding to call it a night and leave the mystery that is August Walker alone until tomorrow morning.

A/N I hope ya’ll like this, let me know what you think. Please like, comment and reblog and let me know if you would like to be tagged.

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Originally posted by thosekidswhohuntmonsters

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader (mostly Tom’s POV)

Summary: Tom absolutely hates the guy you were crushing on, I mean he has all the same things the other guys does, why are you looking anywhere else???

Warnings: jealousy, swearing, fluff  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Word Count: 4k

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“Oh, come on now, Y/N, you can’t be fucking serious,” Tom bumps his shoulders with you at the counter of the bar, sighing audibly. He taps his fingers anxiously on the glass of his beer bottle.

You look at him, laughing, “I am serious!” You scan across the table, to a tall, dark and handsome figure talking casually to Zendaya, “He’s hot, Tom!”

The boy next to you hung his head down, his own dark hair hanging over him. The guy you were ogling over was no one special, to Tom. He lets out another heavy sigh,

“And I can’t believe you have Zendaya talking to him for you.”

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dreamlightasafeather:

IF YOU NEED TO CALL 911 BUT ARE SCARED TO BECAUSE OF SOMEONE IN THE ROOM, dial and ask for a pepperoni pizza. They will ask if you know you’re calling 911. Say yes, and continue pretending you’re making an order. They’ll ask if there’s someone in the room.

You can ask how long it will take for the pizza to get to you, and they will tell you how far away a dispatcher is.

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I’ve done this.  I’m alive because of this. 

My flat-mate’s date for the night was almost as drunk as her.  She had passed out in her room and locked the door.  He refused to leave because he wanted to have sex.  He also demanded food because he was dealing with “whiskey dick”.  He didn’t like the lack of food in the fridge.  I called 911, did the stuff stated above, and he was getting PISSED about how long the “order” was taking.  He took my phone, demanded they “hurry the fuck up”.  Police arrived two minutes later, arrested him, and helped me file a police report.  Pressing charges wasn’t necessary because he had warrants on him from THREE different states for the very thing he planned to do to me.  Several months after this happened one of the officers informed me he was charged with two felonies because he crossed stay lines, and will be serving no less than 35 years in prison.  The officer ripped into my flat-mate about her bringing home complete strangers, while drunk, knowing full well this shit could happen. 

This was 14 years ago.  

Do the pizza order, do it as calmly as you can.  The dispatcher I spoke to said things like this:

“If he’s drunk say you want mushrooms.”  I said I want extra mushrooms.

“If he’s threatening you with sexual assault say you want onions.”  I said I want onions.

She went like this with different toppings and sauces for a description of him, like pineapple if he’s blonde, black olives if he’s tall, extra large if he’s tall, etc.

They’ve heard this sort of coded call before.  They’re trained for it.  They will understand what you’re saying.  Order the pizza.

Really though. I’m in training for dispatch and this was one of the first things they taught us. Pretend you’re talking to a friend or relative, pretend you’re ordering pizza, we’ll figure it out. We’ll word questions so you can answer in an easy, casual way. Please, just make the call and we will do everything we can to help you.

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you-and-bucky:

Alright, there are some big warnings on this one, so please read them before you read on. This is a very serious fic, looking a little bit at racism and sexism back in the 20th century, and especially in the military.

During WWII, a lot of people banded together to fight for a safer world, but that doesn’t mean that racism and sexism were temporarily put aside. Women were often limited to working in factories, communications, and as nurses for the war effort.

Japanese Americans were forced to live in internment camps when the Japanese became involved in the war, allied with Germany (though working towards their own militaristic goals). This was for fear that these Japanese Americans, many of which had been born in America, would turn against the country and strike against them from the inside.

And segregation was still in effect during the war. Even in the military, the segregation of African Americans occured, and it was often the case that, despite the large number that enlisted into the war, they filled noncombative roles, and there were very few African American officers.

These things should never be forgotten. Especially considering the fact that this racism and sexism still exists in the world. These people experienced, and often still experience, hardships, just because of the colour of their skin, or the perceived weakness of their gender.

If we do our best to remember this, then we will also remember their strength and bravery in fighting against this prejudice. We still need this strength to keep fighting for equality today.

I also wanted to show that there were, and still are, good people that want this equality. If we forget that, then we lose hope, and we need that hope.

I was a little worried about writing this, as it is a sensitive topic, but it is one that I feel strongly about, and one that I also didn’t think I could just gloss over in this series. If you have any feedback, please let me know.

WARNINGS- SEXISM, RACISM, RACIST SLURS, SEXUAL HARRASMENT DIRECTED AT READER, SWEARING

TIMELINE- 1943

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“Can you believe that she’s been recruited into Cap’s special team? She’s not even a soldier,” one of the American soldiers exclaimed.

“Isn’t she married to Barnes? That’s probably why she’s in,” a second man replied. “It’s going to be an absolute mess… the battlefield is no place for a woman, especially one with no training.”

“Barnes probably just wanted to keep her around so that he can fuck her whenever he wants. Can’t blame him for that.”

“I don’t think the decision had anything to do with Barnes,” a third voice chimed in. “From what I saw of her in Austria, she’s pretty capable.”

“Yeah, I bet she is,” the first man laughed.

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“One, remember to look up at the stars and not down at your feet. Two, never give up work. Work gives you meaning and purpose and life is empty without it. Three, if you are lucky enough to find love, remember it is there and don’t throw it away.”

— Stephen Hawking, A Brief History of Time

the extraordinary man who breaks the odd despte his disabilities, lives on as one of the greatest physicist on Earth. His legacy and accomplishment shall live on. RIP Stephen Hawking, you’ll be so missed.

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