ragnar & lagertha

Let’s Motor

I genuinely wasn’t expecting the response to Rev Your Engines that I got, I was feeling very insecure about my writing when I posted it and I’m crying that y’all loved it so much😭 (read part one here)

I’ve also decided on subsequent fics to indicate when I won’t be writing any more parts, so this will be the final part to this series:) hope y’all love it!

Pre-read by my motorcycle expert adopted brother @pixielostboy 🥰

Poly! Lost boys x GN motor expert reader

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You rolled out from under your 1953 Buick wildcat, smearing your hand across your face as you attempted to wipe it clean of oil.

When you’d finished your shift for the night, your boss was kind enough to let you use the shop’s tools to fix up your own ride.

The tune ups were going well, but you still took your Harley to work instead, hopeful you’d run into the strange group of rockers from a few days ago.

You checked your watch and sighed. Lately you’d tended to drag your feet, just in case the biker boys did drop by, but after days of waiting, you’d finally decided they weren’t coming.

That is until you heard the familiar mumbling of four motors pulling up behind you. You chuckled to yourself as you pulled a bandana from your back pocket to wipe your brow and turned around.

Your face fell as you realized the sight in front of you was not the four weirdos you were hoping to meet again, but another group of leather clad bikers.

You sighed and turned back to pack up your things.

“Expectin’ someone?”

You whipped your head around to lock eyes with a smirking Paul, leaning against a broken down truck one of your coworkers had been fixing up.

“Hello again,” you raised an eyebrow as you wiped down your tools, “where ya been?”

“Been busy sugar,” he explained, “didn’t mean we didn’t wanna come.”

Your lips turned up against your will as you shrugged in reply, “maybe I wanted to see you guys too.”

Paul’s face lit up at your words.

“Why didn’t I hear your bike pull up?” you asked.

“Got one of those silent mufflers, bike don’t make a sound,” he told you.

Your brow furrowed in confusion. Silent mufflers? “What?”

“Kidding babe, just didn’t wanna move the bikes from the boardwalk, I uh walked over.”

You scoffed, “isn’t it like a five mile walk?”

Paul rubbed the back of his neck nervously, “yeah I uh, I walk fast.”

You snorted, “whatever Paulie, you want a ride back on my bike?”

“Yes please,” he sing-songed as he practically skipped over to your side.

You mounted your Harley before Paul slid in behind you. “Hold on tight yeah?” you told him.

“Don’t gotta tell me twice sugar,” he said as his arms slid around your middle. He squeezed your sides gently causing you to flinch.

“Maybe not that tight,” you laughed.

Paul moved his hands to rest on your hips as you nudged up your kickstand with your heel before reving your engine and taking off down the road.

The short drive to the boardwalk gave Paul’s hands many opportunities to wander from your hips, but luckily for him you didn’t mind too much.

You parked your bike to the side of Max’s video as both you and Paul slid off and walked toward the three other boys loitering near the pier.

“Well, well, well,” David smirked as he took a drag, “just couldn’t stay away could ya?”

You scoffed in mock offense, “excuse me, but this one,” you jerked your thumb towards Paul, “tracked me down at work for you idiots.”

David threw his cigarette to the ground and stomped it out, “maybe we needed you to fix up one of our bikes again.”

You snorted, “they look fine to me.”

Dwayne rolled his eyes, “sorry about him, we really did just want to see you.”

You blushed as your gaze fell to the gorgeous brunette man’s shoes, “I kinda wanted to see you guys again too.”

“Wanna race?” Marko blurted out, bouncing on his heels in excitement.

Your head snapped up, “race? Race where?” you asked.

“Hudson’s bluff,” David spoke up, “you know it?”

“Yeah I know it,” you paused for a second, “what does the winner get?”

“A kiss from you,” Paul said smirking, as he leaned an elbow on your shoulder.

You rolled your shoulder, causing his elbow to slide right off you, “and what do I get if I win?” you asked.

“Four kisses,” Paul winked.

You rolled your eyes, “if I win I want…” you trailed off as you thought to yourself.

A lightbulb went off in your head, “I want that,” you decided as you pointed at David’s long black trenchcoat.

David’s jaw dropped, not usually one to be caught off guard, “…you want my coat?”

He regained his senses, “absolutely not, no.”

You pouted in mock sympathy, “scared you’re gonna lose Davey?”

He scoffed, “never.”

You shrugged, “then you’ve got nothing to worry about right?”

David bit his lip and weighed his options. There were four of them and only one of you. How could one little human beat four vicious vampires? You didn’t stand a chance.

David smirked and stuck out his hand, “deal.”

You smiled as you shook his hand, “alright then.”

It didn’t take the five of you long to clamor onto your bikes and line up parallel to each other.

“You’re going down,” Marko whispered from the left of you as Dwayne counted down.

You smirked, “we’ll see.”

As soon as Dwayne bellowed “go,” you were off.

You whipped through the beach, kicking up sand as you rode and making a mental note to clean your wheels later. Paul and David had an early lead, with you and Marko not far behind.

Dwayne trailed behind the four of you, but you suspected it wasn’t for lack of ability but more to teach David a lesson. Either way, you appreciated it.

As you turned off into the forest you pulled past Paul, flicking a wave in his direction as you left him in the dust. You smiled as you heard a soft gasp behind you from the shocked blond boy.

You leaned forward, your brow furrowing as you accelerated until you were neck and neck with David.

“Give up? You could still keep your coat,” you taunted him, keeping your eyes trained on the road.

“Not on your life.” he spit through gritted teeth.

“Suit yourself,” you replied as you pushed forward on the throttle, weaving in front of David and pulling up at the edge of the cliff.

David pulled to a stop in disbelief, “you…how did you…” he sputtered as he tried to make sense of what had just happened.

You smiled, “increased the size of my rear sprocket by two teeth awhile back, helps the bike accelerate quicker,” you explained.

“Why didn’t you say anything babe?” Paul inquired as he parked next to the two of you.

You shrugged, “you never asked,”

“Pretty smart if you ask me,” Marko admitted as he joined as well, “I woulda done that too.”

“Looks like you’ve got a jacket to hand over huh David?” Dwayne teased as he came around to David’s side, playing with the hem of the coat.

David’s face flushed red as he realized. He moved to take the coat off when you stopped him, placing a hand on his.

“No need,” you assured him, “the look on your face is a good enough prize for me.”

David grumbled as the other boys dissolved into fits of laughter.

“You’re a good time babe,” Paul nudged you with his elbow, “we live just down there if you’d like to come in for a drink,” he offered smoothly as the others exchanged knowing glances.

“Sure,” you smiled, “I could go for a drink.”

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Tina Turner par Barry Levine, 1976.

It does 🥺💓

New 'Bootcamp' boyband.

According to sources a new boyband has been formed at Bootcamp with 5 solo contestants thought to be more promising as a group.

The boyband made up of auditionees: Louis Tomlinson, Harry Styles, Liam Payne, Niall Horan and Zayn Malik

(Liam being one of this years re-auditonee’s) The boyband are yet unamed.

Previous groups formed at Bootcamp have usually been doomed from the start and although usually making it through to the live shows don’t go much further. Futureproof, Hope and Miss Frank to name the most well known,

This is literally a blog post from 2010.

(via fuckyeahxfactor-blog)

NO

Every arctic monkeys song : *British gibberish* Ohh BaeybaEH *combination of words which absolutely dont make any sense yet sound amazing when alex turner sings them * *Guitar riffs*  FoOking HeLL MaTe  *background singers harmonizing beautifully* *Either really beautiful and deep or completely nonsensical metaphors*  BRICKS !!

Me, everytime :   

aaaaannnnnd im back and better than ever, haven't listened to arctic monkeys in a good 3 years and now I have been pulled back in to all my old music

Me @ 2019!Roger

I was walking through the toy aisle at Target when I found this thing and had a VIOLENT AND IMMEDIATE FLASHBACK to when JP first came out and they had a bunch of REALLY COOL T Rex toys that I would have sold one of my scrawny small-child limbs for but my mother wouldn’t get me one because they were “too violent and also ate people” :(

hnn I WANT IT SO BAD

on closer inspection, it makes a lot of really obnoxious noises and is also Too Expensive. BUT FEAR NOT I found this slightly smaller dude wedged in the back!

IT HAS BITE ACTION, AND THAT’S THE ONLY THING THAT MATTERS

now we enter the testing phase

yup. looks good.

Extreme Chompin T-Rex says IT’S NEVER TOO LATE TO FOLLOW YOUR DREAMS

Can we take a moment to appreciate that we can use this as a rosetta stone to say “EXTREME CHOMPIN’ “ in four languages?

OH SHIT YOU’RE RIGHT, let me check the garbage to see if it’s still there! hopefully I didn’t destroy it in my excitement

*roar sound effect*

IMPORTANT UPDATE:

update update: I re-sized her collar and found a bag of toy bones at the craft store. I haven’t put this much effort into a non-school thing since my last job search, help

(secret bonus: the other side of her tag)

There’s more!

I love.

I saw that people are reblogging the thread again, so I thought I’d give you all an update on how Wexter is doing!

(just fine)

Wexter And The Case Of Her Continuing Marvelously Naughty Garden Adventures

OP and Wexter can break all my toes and I would still send a thank you card

Wexter says SHE WOULD NEVER DO SUCH A THING (but she might chew your ankles a little bit maybe)

so it’s come to my attention that at some point this weekend Wexter blew past 100,000 notes, and I for one think that’s very cash money of her.

Roger looking hot again

God dammit this man is so god damn handsome

BennyBlueberry’s Masterlist

* indicates smut

This is my masterlist for one-shots and multi-part fics. For very short blurbs (500 words or less) check this masterlist! 

The Game (Ben!Roger Taylor x Reader)

Completed.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7*, Part 8*.

Game Over: Angsty Optional Spin-off : Part 1*, Part 2, Part 3(RT),OR Part 3(JD), Part 4(JD)

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Roger Taylor/Ben Hardy

The Worst Luck  Part 1 (Ben Hardy x Reader) 

Part 2 - A collaboration effort with the amazingly talented @a-time-for-legends  (I wrote part 1, she wrote part 2)

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Back to Me Soulmate AU (Roger Taylor x Reader One Shot)

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Pool Party (Roger Taylor x Plus Size Reader One Shot)

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Putty in My Hands (Roger Taylor x Reader Drabble)

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Met Your Match (Ben!Roger Taylor x Reader One Shot)

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The Name Game (Ben!Roger Taylor x Reader One Shot)

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Nothing Else Matters (Ben!Roger Taylor x Reader One Shot)

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Stay (Roger Taylor Ben!Roger Taylor x Reader Multi-Shot)

Part 2.* Part 3.

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Surprise? (Ben!Roger Taylor x Reader One Shot)

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No Looking Back (Roger Taylor x Reader One Shot)

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Vacation (Ben Hardy x Reader)*

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Rebound (Ben Hardy x Reader Drabble)

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Someday (Ben Hardy x Reader Drabble)

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Recommendations (Ben Hardy x Reader One Shot)

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Text Mishaps (Ben Hardy x Reader Drabble)

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Is This The Real Life? (Roger Taylor x Reader Multi-Shot)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3,  Part 4, Part 5.

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Not So Nice (Roger Taylor x Reader x Brian May One Shot)

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Taste Of Your Own Medicine (Roger Taylor x Reader One-Shot)*

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The Other Woman (Roger Taylor x Reader Drabble)

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I’ll Never Hurt You (Ben!Roger Taylor x Reader Drabble)

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Oblivious (Ben!Roger Taylor x Reader One Shot)

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Drunken Promises (Roger Taylor x Reader One Shot)

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Just Like Her Father (Ben Hardy x Reader One Shot)

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Take Care Of You (Roger Taylor Ben!Roger x Reader One Shot)

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Unattainable. Soulmate AU (Roger Taylor x Reader One Shot)*

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Love Ploy (Ben Hardy x Reader One Shot)

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You’re Safe (Roger Taylor x Reader One Shot)

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Shameless (Current day!Roger Taylor x Reader)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5,

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Brian May/Gwilym Lee

An Unspoken Thing (Brian May x Reader One Shot)

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Intimidation Tactics (Gwilym!Brian May x Reader One Shot)

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Jealous? (Gwilym!Brian May x Reader One Shot)

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Stupid Riffs Soulmate AU (Brian May x Reader One Shot)

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Who Wants To Live Forever Anyway? Soulmate AU! (Brian May x Reader One Shot)

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Not So Nice (Roger Taylor x Reader x Brian May One Shot)

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You Deserve To Be Happy (Brian May x Reader One Shot)

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Persistence (Brian May x Reader One Shot)

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The Yellow Dress (Brian May x Reader One Shot)

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John Deacon/Joe Mazzello

Morning Kisses (Joe Mazzello x Reader Drabble)

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Universal Mistake Soulmate AU! (John Deacon x Reader One Shot)

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Dancing Deaky (John Deacon x Reader One Shot)

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Chaotic Good (Joe Mazzello x Reader One Shot)

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Only Mine (Joe Mazzello x Reader One Shot)*

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Let Me Help You (Joe!John Deacon x Reader One Shot)

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Unapologetically You (Platonic!Freddie x Reader Drabble)

The biggest shout-out to @a-time-for-legends for making me these AMAZING moodboards.

Reblog if you support squishy bellies, have a squishy belly, or have the desire to summon satan

We didn’t start the fire-Marvel mash-up of the past decade

I didn’t get this on my dash so I’m suing everyone

Okay people, you can take two minutes out of your day to experience this MAGNIFICENCE. If you can’t hear it, it’s still worth watching; if you can’t see it, it’s still worth listening to.

LANDSLIDE: PART 3

(ROGER TAYLOR X READER)

(QUEEN X READER)

Word Count: 6.7k words (we SNAPPED)

Warnings: just so many The Beatles references, 

A/N: Surprise! Yes this fic still exists! All we have to say is that most of this was written in a Beatles-induced haze at very weird times during the day and through some (sometimes intense) depressive episodes asdfghjkl

Part 1 and Part 2 are here if you aren’t caught up :)

send us a message/ask if you want to be added to the tag list!

The mattress shifted underneath you with a sound that you could only compare to plastic. This was your second night in the bus and you had a feeling that it wouldn’t get any more comfortable; even the space of it was small enough to make you uneasy. You sat up with a grunt, the pillow you had gone to sleep with now at your feet, and you brought your hand up to shield your eyes from the orange light spilling through the sheer curtains on the small window. 

You sat up on your elbows after maneuvering your bra back on under your tank-top. The expanse of your new home wasn’t great in width but the length nearly made up for it. Situated in the very back was ideal because you could see everything from the stacked luggage to the driver’s seat and through the windshield. 

Last night, after your escapades in the gambling industry, you and Roger stumbled back to the bus with laughter and smiles only to realize there was only one bed. The suddenty of his bet was exciting, but something you clearly were not prepared for. So, you scrambled with your extra blankets and tugged the driver’s seat all the way back as a makeshift cot. He seemed more than thankful and gladly took the spot at the front. 

That seemed like years but also only minutes ago as you looked through squinted eyes at the front seat to see it empty.

Almost simultaneously with your realization that Roger was gone, you heard soft humming coming from outside. It was accompanied with another sound, but you couldn’t quite place it.

You shuffled off of the mattress and into your torn jeans to investigate, grabbing a sweater to wrap around your shoulders in the surprisingly chilly morning.  As you stepped out the door and into the grass, you were immediately met with the most beautiful sunrise you had ever seen, bathing the desert landscape in golden light and making the dew on the grass shine. You didn’t know if it was the circumstance that made it so breathtaking or your new mindset, but it made you hold your hand to your heart in a deep gasp.

Keep reading

Wow I forgot how much I loved the first two chapters and now there’s a third 🥺🥺

ITS SO CUTE I HAVE TO REBLOG IT AGAINN

I WANNA BE THIS KIND OF PARENT

Best Bedtime Routine

This is so lame but I can’t wait to do things like this for my future children, or let them build a blanket fort to sleep in or watch them grow into their own person and tell me about the things they enjoy so we can do them together!! I literally cannot wait to have little babies running around