Glove-Shoe

Ok… so, this dude and his girlfriend (I assume she’s his girlfriend) just came through on a moped (it wasn’t big enough to call it a bike) and he’s shirtless.

Now, my first thought is that he’s totally going to get booked if the police see him (you’re required to wear a jacket and gloves and closed in shoes where I live)

My second thought is this…

Imagine Derek Hale getting a motorbike, because really how can you not? Imagine him riding around Beacon Hills shirtless. All he’s wearing is tight black jeans, dark sneakers, and black leather fingerless gloves.

Imagine Scott and Stiles in the park or on the lacrosse field when Derek rides past and Stiles is like “Yea, I’d totally ride that.” It just sort of slips out and Scott is horrified. But Stiles just shrugs, “Can you really blame me?”

Of course the Sheriff hears about Derek, because he’s the sheriff and he knows everything. He also hears about Stiles’s little crush, because there is no way Stiles wouldn’t talk about how hot Derek is.

So one day after school, when there’s no lacrosse practise and Stiles and Scott have both avoided detention, they’re heading out to Stiles’s jeep when they see Derek. His bike is parked on the curb and he’s leaning against it causally, all gorgeous, bare chest and leather clad hands. Stiles would be entranced, if it wasn’t for the police cruiser parked right in front of Derek’s bike. And there’s Stiles’s dad and Stiles isn’t sure if he wants to interrupt them or run for cover.

But you know, this is Stiles so he goes with the first option and drags Scott along with him.

“Hey Dad! What seems to be the problem?” Stiles says when he reaches his Dad and Derek. The Sheriff is handing Derek a piece of paper, clearly a ticket and Stiles wants to groan.

“Stiles,” The Sheriff doesn’t even blink at Stiles’s sudden appearance. “I was just informing Mr Hale that his attire is inappropriate for operating a motorbike.” Oh, Stiles is so in trouble, the Sheriff turns back to Derek with a small smirk spreading across his face. It actually adds something to the whole, big bad scary cop thing the Sheriff has going on. The Sheriff turns back to Derek, the smirk becomes a glare in about a second. “It would be a shame if you got injured Mr Hale, I know Stiles worries.” Aaaannnd, there goes Stiles’s dignity, what little he had at least. And Derek’s looking at him with this adorable little frown, like he has no idea what the Sheriff could mean. Because it’s not like Stiles has saved Derek’s life before or seen him shirtless or held him up in a pool full of water (this is totally canon universe, except you know with Derek on a motorbike…) 

“Yea, thanks for that Dad.” Stiles takes the ticket from the Sheriff’s hand and folds it neatly, he’s tempted to tuck it into Derek’s pocket, but he’s pretty sure that wouldn’t help his current situation. So Stiles tucks it in his own pocket. “I’m sure Derek has learnt his lesson, I know he’s got some excellent leather jackets in his collection.” Derek is still staring at Stiles like he thinks Stiles is crazy. “Ok, Scott and I are going to go now. See you later Dad, bye Derek.” And then Stiles escapes, dragging Scott along with him.

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Assassin!Harry (Part 1)

Harry is a trained, experienced assassin hired to kill Y/N but ends up, to his horror, starting to fall for her. 

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He may be human, but he operates like a machine: identify target, plan, stalk, kill, collect cash, repeat. What one may consider sociopathic or psychopathic personality traits, Harry considers a blessing. After all, it is his lack of regard for human emotions and his own conscience that has made his career possible. The only proof he has that he is not, in fact, heartless is when he feels his pulse throbbing in his neck as he sprints between alleyways, hops fences, climbs walls, desperately trying to escape any chance of pursuit after the murder is done. Although pursuit is something with which Harry has become unfamiliar; he dealt with it in his career’s infancy, but as he has grown so have his skills. His eye for quick, accessible escape routes has grown keener, his aim tighter, and his remorse…well, nonexistent. He works alone, and he prefers it this way, but his work is so precise that many law enforcement officials cannot accept the possibility of the unidentified murderer being just a “murderer” instead of “murderers.” He’s lost track of how many kills he has made, yet, amazingly, he has yet to be caught or even identified. Nobody has ever suspected him of anything due to his brilliant planning, charming exterior, and cunning way with words; he comes off as a sweet, regular guy. All of this, coupled with the fact that he truly is heartless in the figurative sense of the word, makes Harry Styles the most successful, feared assassin on the planet. He never gets off track, never gets caught, and–most importantly–never misses. So, when he woke up and saw the folded yellow envelope lying on the floor under the windowsill of his first-floor, high-class apartment, it was just a normal day for Harry. He receives one to two requests every month, and as screwed up as it is, he can’t help but feel a rush of excitement whenever he wakes up to an envelope lying crisp and unopened on his tiled floor.

Harry picked up the folder, heavy with cash, and opened it to reveal 5 crisp stacks of 100 $100 bills each. Assassinations don’t come cheap, and Harry prioritizes the higher-paying customers. In other words, the sooner you want someone dead, the more money you should be willing to shell out. $50,000 isn’t much compared to most of his other offers, but because Harry wasn’t planning any other kills, he decided to go about prioritizing the operation. He flipped through the information, identifying the twenty year old college student that he was supposed to kill. He laid out the three included photographs of the girl and identified her address on a map. He read through her daily schedule, put together by the unnamed person who had hired him, and went about identifying the lowest-risk time to pursue and kill her. He ventured into the depths of his expansive closet, retrieving the black duffel bag that contained his gloves, his attire, his shoes, his ammunition, and his small, silver handgun as well as his perfectly sharpened steel knife. He never uses both the gun and the knife in one killing; he just likes the option. He grabbed the roll of heavy duty black tape from the bag and went about taping the bottoms of his shoes so that the patterns they would normally leave behind were masked. He put the bag by his front door and went about his day, eagerly anticipating nightfall.

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kevin and thea as that couple who work out together. they spot for each other when they’re lifting and thea makes kevin take selfies in the weight room mirror with her when they take a quick break between reps.

thea as that girl who wears all the bright colored shirts, sports bras and running tights, contrasting kevin in his all black/dark colored ensemble. but every now and then he’ll wear one of those neon colored under armour shirts. AND SOMETIMES HE’LL MATCH HER, BUT INSIST ITS PURELY COINCIDENCE OR THAT ITS ALL THAT HE HAD CLEAN AND NEEDS TO DO LAUNDRY. (but you know thea’s just like “ok, sure kevin. you’re so full of crap”)

imagine them doing warm up laps together and it starts out cute and pushing ahead of the other just ever so slightly until they’re both full out sprinting to be first!! probably bumping each other so that the other will stumble because “seriously, stop it, just admit I can out run you any day!” and they’re way too competitive and definitely not afraid to get rough with one another, they know their limits and boundaries after playing against one another on the court back at evermore.

but also kevin helping rub icy-hot or tiger balm into thea’s aching muscles after a tough practice and vice versa before thea makes kevin read her something, one of his history books. thea laying her head on his lap and closes her eyes to listen to him because he has a nice reading voice.

kevin braiding thea’s hair on her game days. like at first its clumsy and just a way to quietly spend time together while she gets in the zone before she redoes it, but then after a while he gets good at it and starts putting her hair into more intricate braids.

KEVIN AND THEA STILL PASSING NOTES TO EACH OTHER. LEAVING NOTES IN THEIR EXY HELMETS, IN THEIR GLOVES OR SHOES OR THE POCKETS OF THEIR SWEATERS. JUST LITTLE WORDS OF ENCOURAGEMENT AND ADVICE BEFORE GAMES.

sorry, i just started thinking about Thea and Kevin, Ultimate Sports Couple™ and couldn’t help myself. 

Warrior

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Khal Drogo x Reader (Requested by Anon)

Could you do an Khal Drogo x reader when he often buys her gifts or leaves her money to help make ends meet etc (which she often refuses). Then one day someone accuses her of using him to get to his wealth/power and she is so hurt she starts to distance herself from Khal Drogo (which he notices but doesn’t know why so he confronts her). Happy ending please!. Thank you!!

You woke up to the sound of rustling outside of your tent. Pulling your eyebrows together, you stood and made your way to the entrance, pulling it aside and looking at the man on the other side. He was a servant to the Khal. He was holding a small box.

“From the Khal.” He stated before handing it off to you. You gently took the box before stepping back inside your tent. Opening it, it was a set of new wrist guards. You fought it battles for him and you were the only woman to fight for any Khal.

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Protective Father (Rogers!Reader x Peter Parker)

Being Captain’s daughter, you know that he won’t trust just any boy your age around the block, or in your case: Queens. You and Peter had been, ‘at school friends’ since freshman year. He finally made a move your junior year and now the two of you were seniors.

Yeah, Cap wasn’t easily convinced that his baby girl was growing up and dating someone. Let’s face it, you knew your dad gave Peter the, “That’s my little girl” speech. Peter never ever did anything bad, especially in front of your dad, but your dad didn’t trust the teen. He had to come here, you couldn’t go over there.

The Avenger Tower floor you lived on was always on major security, so you couldn’t sneak out and he couldn’t sneak in when you two wanted to do more than pec each other’s lips and hold hands. Your dad had strict rules. No, you hadn’t had sex yet. You two just wanted to snuggle and preferably make out while doing so. It was very frustrating not touching each other, especially during the winter months.

At one point, he used his Spidey gloves and shoes to stay one your window. It was the first time you said, “I love you,” and it was through glass. Peter smiled and repeated it to you. You blushed like a little school girl.

Now, you two finally got to go out on a date after lots of promises and chores you told Steve. You squealed and hugged him tightly when he said yes. “Just come home by ten and no later. Do you remember the code to get in the building?” You nodded. “What about this floor?” He questioned. “Yes, it’s your army service number.” You answered. “Okay. Just don’t get one trouble. Or do anything to grab attention. I don’t want you getting hurt.” He told you.

You and Peter went to the local restaurant that everyone hung out at. You two sat in the same boothe side with your winter coats and hats on the other side. You leaned onto Peter, “I wish this could last forever. Without Dad or anyone else to interrupt us.” You spoke. “I know.” Peter said and kissed you.

You two had shared a shake and each other’s meal before you head to the movies. Peter had talked about how these movies had amazing post-credit scenes and you couldn’t deny the boy to watch it.

When the Peter and you got a cab, you rested your head on his shoulder. You were nearly asleep when you two arrived at the tower, it was 9:50. He carried you to the front door and you tiredly typed in the code and then again at your floor. “Y/n, can you walk to your room?” You whined and said no. He adjusted your body and carried you to your room, Steve eyeing you two the whole time. Peter laid you on your bed and kissed you. You giggled and opened your eyes. “Good night Peter.” You whispered and took off your coat, hat, and shoes before going under the covers. “Good night, Y/n. I love you.” He told you. “Love you too.” You replied and kissed him.

Steve stood at the hallway with his arms crossed and trying not to rip his shirt, waiting for Peter. “Thank you for bringing her home early and safe.” He said. “It wasn’t an issue, Captain Rogers.” Peter spoke, trying to hide his inner fear. “You’re good for her. I appreciate you not pulling anything on my baby. It means a lot.” Steve explained. Peter nodded, “I never want to hurt her, sir. I’m afraid of what will come if I do.” Peter nervously laughed. “I-I love her, s-sir.” Peter admitted.

Steve grasped onto his shoulder, giving it a threatening squeeze. Peter wanted to close his eyes in fear of what was coming. That would show his fear though. He couldn’t do that. “I know. Keep it that way. Go on home.” Steve said and letting go of Peter’s shoulder. “Yes, sir.” Peter said and headed to the elevator.

“Oh and Peter,” Peter looked at your sitting dad, “Just because I’m not there, doesn’t mean that I don’t know what happened.” He finished. Peter nodded. “Good night Peter.” He said and Peter entered the elevator. Cap knew Sam would keep an eye on the two of you.

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Headaches

“Iggy?”

Ignis winced, but lifted his head nonetheless to gaze upon your concerned expression. You stood in front of him, your hand grazing his forearm. “Yes, my love?”

“Are you okay?” Worry laced your tone. “You’ve been really quiet.”

Ignis’ stoic expression faltered, and it didn’t escape your notice. When he realized you would not back down, he conceded with a sigh. “I’ve quite the headache, I’m afraid.”

You frowned, but then took hold of his hand and tugged him along to the motel where you’d rented an extra room. “Come on.”

The two of you entered the room and you told Ignis to lie down on the bed. He removed his shoes, gloves, and his jacket, allowing his sore muscles to sink into the mattress. You left your footwear by the door and crawled into bed with him, shifting so that his head was in your lap.

You switched off the lamp so that the room was dark, and slipped his glasses off his face.

Your fingers gently pressed along his temples in small circles. Ignis leaned into your touch, his expression softening.

“That feels much better,” he admitted quietly as you continued to gingerly massage him. You ran the tip of your index finger along the bridge of his nose down to the tip. It was a small gesture of affection that Ignis loved, and when you went to do it again, he tilted his head up and kissed your palm.

You smiled and caressed his cheek before going back to assuaging the pain in his temples. Soon, you felt his head start to loll to the side, and his breathing evened out, slow and steady. You looked down at your boyfriend, lips slightly parted, completely knocked out in your lap.

You carefully lifted his head and replaced your lap with a pillow before snuggling up beside him. In his sleep, he turned to face you and brought an arm around your middle, tugging you closer. You placed a hand on his chest and pressed a kiss against the base of his throat.

“Goodnight, Iggy,” you whispered, snuggling in close as slumber started to seep into your bones.

Ignis mumbled, an incoherent sound, but then replied, “Sweet dreams, my love.”

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Mary Poppins Returns (2018) - first look at Emily Blunt as Mary Poppins wearing a red patterned outfit, which includes cape jacket and below-the-knee darted skirt. The accessories include a royal blue hat with bird and feather embellishment, blue polka dot gloves and blue shoes with red ribbons.

The costumes are designed by Sandy Powell.

anonymous asked:

Hi hi! I was wondering if you could do/have done a list of counters. I know the basic ones such as 멈, 개, 병, 권 but I know there are a ton more. THANK YOU!

List of Counters in Korean:

  • 개  Most items, small objects, ‘things’ in general
  • 분  People (honorific)
  • 명  People (informal)
  • 척  Boats and ships
  • 채 Houses 
  • 대  Vehicles (cars, airplanes) and machinery (incl. computers)
  • 단  A column (in a newspaper)
  • 동 Buildings
  • 그루  Trees
  • 과  Lessons (if paired with Sino-Korean numeral, lesson number)
  • 권  Books
  • 장  Paper
  • 자루  Things with long handles (writing instruments, shovels, swords, and rifles), and by extension, knives and pistols
  • 줄 Things aligned in a row (desks, chairs) 
  • 필 Uncut fabric, horses, cows
  • 포기  Chinese cabbages
  • 푼  Pennies
  • 살  Years
  • 톨  Grains of rice (not cooked), stones 
  • 통  Letters, telegrams, telephone calls, and e-mail tong 
  • 점  Paintings, sliced or ripped off flesh, small amount of something (cloud, wind)
  • 벌   Items of clothing
  • 잔  Cups and glasses, [drinks]
  • 마리  Animals
  • 송이   Flowers, (bunch) of bananas, (bunch) of grapes
  • 켤레   Gloves, socks, shoes (a pair)
  • 병   Bottles
  • 층 Floors (of a building), layers
  • 그릇 Bowls
  • 곡 Songs, music pieces 
  • 마디 Phrases, joints, and musical measures
  • 도 Degrees (temperature)

That’s not ALL of them, but it is a lot, so I’ll leave it there. If there are any mistakes or other counters you can think of adding, please let me know - I rushed this post together so I’ll make the appropriate changes as soon as I can :3

Has anyone else wondered that Papyrus’s shoulders are round because he probably wears those MTT basketball things underneath?

This keeps me up at night.

Edit: PROBLEM SOLVED

wait.

Special clothes underneath his REGULAR clothes???

THAT’S YOUR BATTLE BODY PAPY IT’S NOT REGULAR

anonymous asked:

they should also add a shirtless option... lol!

Primal Spark pressing randomly on Go’s phone.

Go: What in Arceus name you doing with my phone?

Primal Spark: The update removes your shoes and gloves, so I’m trying to find remove shirt option. Also the remove pants option.

Go facepalms

Go: No.

Primal Spark: Tch, fine *tosses phone* I’ll do it manually.

Go: HEY!

ozziescribbles  asked:

Ahhhh 8 spots! I'll try and hurry Σ(゚д゚lll) Would it be alright if I could request Ignis x Reader, possible fluff of them both reading on each other? Like, Reader's head on Ignis' stomach or something like that;;

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Ignis was sitting on the ground by the roaring campfire, a mug of ebony clutched in his hand. He flipped through his leather-bound journal, sifting through his notes from the day, contemplating different recipes in his mind. 

His belly was full, the skewers he’d prepared for dinner earlier had done just the trick. The warmth radiating from the flames before him was comforting, and he felt himself relax, the tense muscles of his shoulders slowly easing with each passing second.

“Hey.”

Ignis looked up and smiled when he saw you. You wore one of his old sweaters that you’d insisted on bringing with you on the road (I can’t sleep without it!) and held a book in your arms, clutched to your chest.

“Hello, my love,” Ignis beckoned you closer, and you took a seat next to him. You yawned, rubbing at your eyes with the back of your hand. “Tired?”

You nodded. “Yeah. Long day.”

Ignis was inclined to agree. The group had cleared another tomb, collected another Royal Arm for Noctis. It had been deep inside a chilling cave, and it made the heat from the campfire all the more appealing.

Ignis shifted as he felt you move, scooting lower to rest your head in his lap. You opened up your book and angled it so the light from the fire would cast its orange glow on the pages, and the two of you read in a comfortable silence.

It was one of the things about you that drew Ignis to you in the first place. He appreciated how you enjoyed the quiet. He liked that you didn’t always feel the need to fill the void with idle chatter or meaningless conversation. The two of you were just able to exist together, like two adjoining pieces of a puzzle; a perfect fit since the day you met.

Ignis scanned over his journal for a while longer while idly playing with your hair. You sighed contentedly, leaning into his touch. 

After Ignis had checked a few more things and mentally noted a few others, he said, “Darling, perhaps we should––”

He never finished this thought, because when he gazed down at you, you were already asleep in his lap. Your book had been left abandoned at your side, and your head was tilted slightly towards him, away from the bright light of the fire. Your breathing was steady, and you looked completely at peace.

Ignis smiled to himself. He kissed the pads of his fingers and gently traced them along your forehead, and you smiled in your sleep. He gingerly supported your head while he shifted, scooping you up in his arms. You mumbled something in your sleep and nuzzled into his chest as he carried you into the tent.

He went to lay you down, taking off your shoes and getting you ready for bed. When he moved to retrieve your book, you clutched at his arm.

“No,” you mumbled, drifting in and out of sleep. “Stay.”

Ignis couldn’t help but chuckle, knowing he was unable to ever say no to you. He removed his gloves and his shoes and set them aside. He settled in next to you and you scooted closer, pressing your face into the crook of his neck.

“G’night, Iggy.”

Ignis stroked your arm gently, relishing the smoothness of your skin under his bare fingertips. He kissed the crown of your head, and let out a quiet, happy sigh. 

“Goodnight, my love.”