cassandra: oh sorry. i was into this new romance novel i got over the weekend and spaced out what was your question
varric: i have a retirement plan in place and it’s going to be rad. i’m not telling any of you because it’s super cool and all of you will steal it but it’s cool i’ll be famous
solas: im kinda of like the school gypsy. im here for one year and boom then im gone
iron bull: the june on the board is a reminder for when i have to arm wrestle this kid in my algebra class. if he wins they get 10 extra points on their finals but if i win i get satisfaction of winning and my pride
dorian: i think it’s important that you all learn to be yourselves and not like your peers or your parents. like me for example. my father was a mean bastard. me? im a sarcastic bastard. be yourself kids
cole:i think sophia’s right, not all ghosts have to be mean. if i was a ghost i’d be a helpful ghost. i’d do taxes or something
vivienne: and this is… wait, wait a second. let’s take a moment to take in what he is wearing, those shoes do not that match that outfit
blackwall: hey guys just a side note in this contest between teachers dont vote for me. if i win not only will i be decorated but they’ll make me and mr chasse shave our beards and if my beard goes i go
sera: i hate the no cursing rule. as long as im not cursing at anyone i should be already. if i say ‘hey student fuck you’ then im screwed but if i go to this crap tv and say ‘come on you piece of shit turn on’ i should be alright, right?
cullen: cough drops? that’s drugs you cant have drugs here. I’m kidding i’ll take anything to numb the pain of living.
leliana: if a bad guy were to walk into this room i could kill him in eight different ways so there’s no need to worry about anything like that
josephine: why did everything in history have to end in a fight im sure if they all just got into a room and talked it out they could have gotten to some sort of agreement
Holmes probably at some point : Um…Watson..I am really fond of the idea of using Mrs. Watson as a beard to conceal everything from the common eyes…But errr I think you are mentioning her less and less these days. Won’t people suspect anything Darling?
Watson : In the next story, she is going to her mother’s place.
Just a fun animatic/storyboard my twin and I made together. We got to see the Dreamworks movie and we fell in love with these characters and their world. So naturally we started to come up with some fun ideas for them.
We would love to see a animated series created for these characters it would be both lighthearted and funny as well!
Its disclaimer time!!!
We do not own Captain Underpants. Captain Underpants was created by Dav Pilkey Movie made by Dreamworks Animation Studios
This is a fan made storyboard and is in no way official (sorry) its was created just for fun and allowed us to practice and improve our story skills.
A/N: Just trying to shake off my writers block. I hope you guys like this!
“I’ll be at the bar down the road if you need me.” your boyfriend of 3 years says after you just got done telling him what you were going to be doing tonight.
“What? Why? Stay home with me!” you exclaim adding a pout to your lips.
Lance scoffed. “Y/N, I’m not gonna stay home with you and watch you have a ‘ladies night’. That shit sounds boring.”
“Who said you were just gonna watch me? You can join in too.” you smile but Lance still holds a blank face.
You frown. “Why?”
Lance sighs and runs his fingers through his non-gelled hair. “Because, Y/N. That’s girl shit and I’m a manly man and manly men don’t do girl shit like that.” he says. “I’ll be at the bar, see you when I get home.”
You smile and start rummaging through the bag that was next to you. “Well I got these face masks from Target earlier and I was gonna try them out.”
You hold out the different types of face masks to Lance and he scans them over. “I want whichever one you’re gonna do.”
“Hmm.. this one is a cucumber one and it says it’s soothing and calming for the skin and this one is a charcoal paper mask. It says it detoxifies and cleans pores. Oh and-”
“That one, I want that one.” Lance cuts you off as he snatches the little red and black pouch from your hands. “Gotta clean my pores.”
You stifle a laugh at your ‘manly man’ of a boyfriend who was reading the ingredients of the pouch, the skin between his eyebrows creasing as he murmured the words.
“Water… aloe vera… leaf juice? What the fuck?” he scoffed and shook his head before continuing. “Charcoal powder, green tea… witch hazel?” he looks up at you. “Umm… I dunno about you but I’ve seen The Blair Witch Project, number one and two and I don’t fuck with witches so…”
“Not that kind of witch, babe.” you giggle. “In this case, it’s used to treat blemishes.”
Lance sighs. “Dunno what you’re talking about, this face has no blemishes.” he pats his cheeks with a smirk and you roll your eyes.
“Anyways…” you hum, reading the directions. “gently unfold mask and apply to clean skin.” you pause and look over at Lance. “You got clean skin?”
“Yup. Do you?”
“Mhm.” you go back to the directions. “Adjust around eyes, nose and mouth, smoothing to fit the curves of your gorgeous face.”
“See, even the face mask pouch thinks my face is gorgeous.” he beams.
You let out a little laugh and shake your head once again. “Close eyes and relax for ten minutes. Remove mask. Tingling? Yes, it’s working.”
Lance’s eyes shoot up to meet yours. “Tingling?”
You nod. “That’s what it says.”
“Like… it’s gonna burn my face or something?”
“I don’t think that-”
“Sweetheart, I love you and all but I don’t think I can do this. You see, what attracted you to me was my looks and-”
You interrupt him. “It wasn’t your looks, Lance.”
You see the gymnasts mouth curve into a smirk. “Oh yeah, that’s right. It was my huge-”
“Personality!” you exclaim before he could finish his sentence. “It was your personality, jeez.”
Lance lets out a loud laugh, rolling onto his side on the floor and you roll your eyes again. This man would be the death of you.
“Alright, alright, stop laughing and let’s put these on.”
“Did she really?” Lance questioned as you painted his nails with a clear coat.
“Yup.” you pop the ‘p’, also nodding.
“Wow…” he muttered. “I can’t believe Janice fucked a married man who had kids.”
“Mmm!” you hum, sipping your drink. “And get this; she’s married with kids too!”
Lance gasped. “No fucking way, are you serious?”
“Mhm.” you nod.
Janice was the ‘new’ girl who you worked with you and recently you had found out that she was screwing another one of your coworkers who was supposedly happily married with children. 4 to be exact.
“How’d you find all this out?” he questioned as he leaned over to the little coffee table you had in the living room to take a sip of his drink.
“The coworker she was screwing - David – his wife came in and flipped her shit. She was like ‘I can’t fucking believe what a pig you are, screwing your coworker, blah blah blah’ and he was like ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about honey, please let’s just go outside’ and he went to grab her hand but she did this matrix move and was like ‘you don’t know what I’m talking about? Really? You’re gonna play fucking dumb? Who the fuck is Janice, David? Hmm? Where is she?’ and everyone else was just watching. We were all giving each other looks like holy shit this is some good stuff. I think Marcos videotaped the whole thing.”
“Oh my god.” Lance’s eyes were wide and you finish up his right hand, now moving to his left. “And where was Janice? Did she get fucked up?”
“Oh honey,” you say. “the bitch got lucky because it was her day off. But when she comes to work on Monday she’s gonna get the ass whooping of a lifetime because David’s wife said she was gonna come again.”
Your boyfriend raised his eyebrows and let out a puff of air. “Jesus, the people you work with are crazy. All I work with is teens and the only drama I hear is ‘oh my god, Jennifer totally bought the same exact top as me, I can’t believe she’d do that’.” he says the last part in a high pitched voice, causing you to laugh. “Please keep me in the loop. I wanna know if Janice gets fucked up by David’s wife. She sounds like a boss ass bitch.”
“She is.” you agree. “And don’t worry, I will.”
You go back to focusing on painting Lance’s nails when the front door opens and in comes Hope. “Hey, I saw Lance ‘The Fucker’ Tucker was home but I decided to come in anyways and-” she stops dead in her tracks when she looks up and sees you painting Lance’s nails while Lance is drinking his alcoholic beverage. “What the fuck?”
“Hey Hope.” you hum.
“Hey sugar tits.” Lance smiles at your best friend.
You look over at her. “You do have some sugary tits.”
“I… you… what the fuck is going on?” she stutters, eyes going from you to Lance.
“Ladies night, don’t fucking ruin it.” he says.
Hope looks at you and you shrug. “You heard him. Don’t fucking ruin it.”
“Ew. You guys are weird.” her nose scrunches. “I’m just gonna go.”
“Okay.” you nod. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Yeah, see you tomorrow… lemme just…” she pulls her phone out and aims it at the two of you.
“Are you taking a picture?” Lance asks.
He quickly poses, head tilting to the side as he smiles and you laugh. Hope takes the picture and looks at it. “Ben’s not gonna believe this.”
“Send me that picture!” Lance calls out just before Hope shuts the door. You and Lance look at each other before going back to what you were doing previously. “Anyhow, let me tell you about this girl I threw up on at a frat party in college.”
“Lance, that was me.”
“Oh yeah…” he hummed. “So anyways…”
A/N: Tell me what ya think! Also I’ll edit laterrrrr, gonna eat some tacos :)
I was wondering, btw i love your art, it gives me life right now!!!, if you could draw some kruppants being parents to george and harold, i’d very much appreciate it, but if you cant it’s ok, thank you!!!!😊
Sirius turned to eye the two red haired boys standing behind him. Blast, he was never going to be able to tell them a part. They had been pestering him for weeks now, very time about the same thing.
‘Yeah.’ George added after his brother. ‘I’m starting to think you don’t even know who the marauders are.’
‘Oh yeah? I wouldn’t be sure about that.’
‘Go on then,’ Fred said, grinning. ‘Tell us their names.’
Sirius sighed, ‘Okay, it’s-’
Sirius turned back, he hadn’t noticed Remus standing over at the back of the kitchen, he pouted before walking over to the tall man.
‘Come on Rem, I’ll just tell them.’ he whispered quietly, aware that the twins were craning their necks trying to hear.
‘You will not. I was their teacher, what would they think?’
‘That you’re the coolest Defence teacher ever… and the hottest.’
‘Sirius.’ He scolded.
Sirius stuck out his bottom lip. ‘You’re no fun anymore Rems.. fine, let me just tell them some random names then, yeah?’
Remus looked torn for a second and Sirius could sense the wheels turning behind his eyes, but Remus just sighed and nodded his head. Sirius smiled and cheekily squeezed his bum before walking back over.
‘Okay,’ Sirius grinned. Fred and George had almost toppled over each other trying to listen in, and so had to hastily correct themselves as the older man spoke to them. ‘I’ll whisper the names, but you have to promise not to spread it around okay? It was meant to be secret.’
The other two just grinned and nodded. ‘Course not.’ They said.
So Sirius leaned in and quietly murmured four names that he had thought of on the spot, feeling Remus’ eyes burning into the back of his neck. When he moved away from them, Fred looked satisfied, finally knowing, but George looked more confused.
‘Wait, Reginald Wolfshine and Solomon Blanc-’
‘Don’t say the names out loud!’
Sirius turned to look over at Remus, his shout echoing slightly on the walls of Grimmauld Place.
Fred opened his mouth, but Remus spoke over him. ‘Don’t say the names. You can only whisper them…the names are cursed.’
The twins paled slightly. ‘What?’
Remus nodded, making the briefest eye contact with Sirius. ‘The boys, when they left the map, they cursed it so if their names where ever spoken, peril and haunting would come to those who said it. That’s why Sirius only whispered the names.’
George looked over at his twin, his freckles now very clear on his skin. ‘But-but I just said.’
Sirius frowned, finally catching on to what was happening, and nodded. ‘This isn’t good, you boys have to be very careful, especially tonight, it’s the first night when their spirits are most aggressive.’
‘Go,’ Remus said. ‘Go to bed now, if you can fall asleep before they get here it may help.’
Fred mouth opened and closed, like a fish, and Sirius had to fight the urge to laugh, but George just grabbed his brother’s arm, and the two silently walked out of the room. Sirius turned, but Remus was already smiling.
‘No fun anymore am I?’
Sirius walked over and slid his arms around Remus’ hips. ‘I take it back. That was even more ingenious than I could have imagined.’
Remus bent his head down so his forehead was touching Sirius’. ‘This is going to be so much fun.’ he giggled.
Remus, bent down by the door of Fred and Georges bedroom, was silently casting a cold breeze into the room through the crack at the bottom of the door. Sirius was using the crack and the top of the door to cast terrifying shadows across the walls, and he could he Fred whimpering. Both men were trying very hard not to laugh. They had been torturing the wins with a number of sounds, breezes and smells for the past hour, and the two Weasleys had become convinced that they were being haunted. Remus used his free hand to scrape some metal chains he had found in one of the rooms of the old house across the ground.
‘No, screw this, I’m going downstairs.’ Said a voice from inside the room.
‘I’m coming with you Georgie.’
Remus and Sirius back away from the door, Remus casting a spell to turn off all the lights, before backing into a dark corner of the hall. The twins came out as quietly as they could and attempted to sneak down the stairs opposite their door, but not before Remus could light a candle at the bottom of the stairwell, illuminating the big black dog growling at the bottom. Remus grinned, Sirius looked terrifying.
Fred screamed first, before shoving his brother over and over again back into their bedroom and after a series of bangs and thumps, the final click of the lock on the door was heard. Remus turned the lights back on, smiled down at the man who had jsut turned back form a dog, and motioned for them to go to bed.
The next morning Sirius, Remus and Mr and Mrs Weasley were sitting around the dining table eating toast and drinking tea Sirius had made, when two sleep-deprived teenagers made their way into the room.
‘Merlin’s beard!’ Mrs Weasley cried as they walked in. ‘What have you two been doing! You look dreadful.’
Fred merely shook his head, and George said. ‘Nothing Mum.’
They both looked over at Remus and Sirius, who were calming sipping tea and reading the Daily Prophet. Sirius glanced up at the boys, before turning to look at Remus.
‘Sleep well, Moony?’
Remus looked up and grinned at his boyfriend. ‘Like a dream, Padfoot.’
Who broke the coffee pot? I’m not mad, I just want to know.
I did. I broke it.
No. No, you didn’t. Harold?
Don’t look at me, look at George.
What?! I didn’t break it!
Huh, that’s weird. How’d you even know it was broken
Because it’s sitting right in front of us and it’s broken!
No, it’s not!
If it matters, probably not… Ms. Ribble was ze last one to use it.
Liar! I don’t even drink that crap!
Oh, really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?
I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, you dirty diaper!
Okay, let’s not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it.
No! Who broke it?!
*whispering* Melvin’s been awfully quiet this whole time.
Mr. Krupp *to the camera*:
I broke it. It burned my hand, so I punched it. I predict that ten minutes from now they’ll be at each other’s throats with war paint on their faces and a pig head on a stick.
Summary: Bucky starts dating a girl from his History of Art class. The only problem: you’re in love with him. College AU.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: lil bit of this lil bit of that
A/N: I have this super sappy birthday present for my best friend that I’m starting to work on (even thought her birthday isn’t until February but it’s going to be hand made and I tend to fuck up hand made things so ye) and I’m actually excited about it. Anywayssss continue :)
Steve parked the car and everyone met at the entrance of the art gallery where a security guard stood with a clipboard. Whoever put this whole thing together really went all out. The line kept moving and soon you and your friends were at the front.
“Name?” the tall security guard asked.
“Uh… Y/N.” you blink.
“Y/N… Y/N… oh! You’re the first one on the list.” he nods his head and lets you enter. You wait for your friends to come in before splitting up into groups.
Steve, Clint and Tony went looking for Bucky. Sam, Vision and Bruce went straight to the bar (you could hear Sam thanking himself for remembering to bring his ID) (you could also hear him saying how shit-faced he was going to get), and you, Peggy, Natasha, Pepper and Wanda started looking around at all the paintings that were hung on the walls.
Every step you took, your heart would beat faster. You didn’t know if you wanted to see Bucky just yet. You didn’t know if your heart could take it… but a part of you did want to see him. What would even happen if you saw each other? Would it be awkward? Probably. No, not probably. Definitely.
You didn’t realize you were breathing heavily as well until Pepper nudged you with her elbow, causing you to come back to reality.
“Hey.” she says and you whip your head around to face her. All of you had stopped walking and were now standing in the middle of the walkway.
“Are you okay? You were starting to breathe heavily, I thought you were about to have an anxiety attack.”
“Was I?” you question, looking at the faces of your friends who nodded. “Oh.”
“Do you want to go outside for a bit?” Peggy asked, coming up beside you and placing a hand on your arm.
The question completely goes over your head as you look around, trying to see if you could spot Bucky.
“Hey!” Wanda exclaimed, poking your side. You turn to her. “Seriously, are you feeling okay? Do you need to go outside?”
“Huh? Oh, uh, yeah. Yeah I’m fine.” you manage to say.
“Are you sure?” Peggy questioned.
“Yeah, you’re not looking too good.” Natasha adds.
“I’m fine.” you say. “Just overwhelmed with the thought of seeing Bucky tonight.”
Your friends give you a skeptical look and you sigh.
“I’m fine. Really, I am.” they’re still giving you a skeptical look and you groan, digging into your hand-held purse and pulling out your ID. “I need a drink.”
Bucky was explaining the inspiration of one of his paintings to a few people when his friends caught his eye. He quickly wrapped it up and excused himself before making his way over to the three men.
“Hey guys.” he smiled, giving a ‘bro hug’ to each of them.
“Hey Buck.” Steve replied.
“This art show is really nice.” Tony commented, eyes wandering around the place.
“Yeah, May is really into art and she said that ‘my work needed to be seen’.” the brunette used air quotations.
“May?” Clint questioned.
“Yeah, May Parker.” Clint looked at Bucky, still confused. “The woman who owns May’s Bakery? Her name is literally in the name, Clint.”
“Oh! That little boy’s aunt? The one that’s in high school and comes in there to study sometimes? What’s his name… uh… Peter!” Clint exclaimed.
“Yeah, his aunt.” Bucky nods. “Sometimes I show her the sketches in my sketch book and she recently decided to put this together.” he says, opening his arms wide as he gestured to the art show.
“All of this is yours?” Tony questioned.
“Yup. Worked hard on all of these. Some of them date back to high school.” Bucky sighed.
“That was nice of her.” Tony says.
“Yeah…” the brunette trailed off.
Steve saw that Bucky was looking around and over their shoulders and he could see his friend chewing on his bottom lip and tugging at the hem of his suit. He knew what he was looking for – or more specifically, who he was looking for.
“She’s here.” Steve says, causing his friend to look at him. “We split up at the entrance but I’m pretty sure her and the girls are wandering around here somewhere.”
Bucky’s chest rises and falls at a fast pace. Would you want to see him? Of course you wouldn’t. Why would you after everything he’s put you through? He had to admit though, it made his stomach feel weird when Steve said you were here. Weird in a good way. It made him feel happy knowing you still came despite the way things are between the two of you.
“Hey, hey, hey, hey.” Steve put his hand on his friend’s shoulder. “You okay?”
“Yeah, yeah I’m okay.” Bucky exhaled heavily.
“Are you sure? You don’t look too good.” the blonde frowned.
“I’m fine I just… can’t believe she actually came.” he breathed. His eyes wandered around the room, searching for you.
“She’s your friend, Bucky. Of course she came.”
“Yeah. My friend.” he muttered. “I gotta go, I’ll catch you guys later.”
Bucky pats Steve on the shoulder and nods to the other two before taking a left and jogging around the corner. He keeps running, making sure not to bump into any waiters or guests of his art show.
He searched everywhere, finally coming to a halt at the entrance where he put his hands on his hips to catch his breath.
He didn’t see you anywhere. Had Steve lied? No, he would never do that. Bucky is Steve’s best friend.
Did you leave? You probably left and of course you wouldn’t tell him because you didn’t want to talk to him. Plus, he-
His thoughts and doubts froze when he heard that all too familiar laugh of yours.
Bucky’s head snapped up and his eyes trailed over to the open bar where you stood with the rest of the friend group.
And when he saw you in that beautiful black dress with your hair tired up so perfectly, he thought he was going to melt on the spot. You looked so good, your left leg poking out of the slit of the dress. His heartbeat sped up at the sight of you.
You were so beautiful. So… perfect.
He fucked up. He knows he did. And he wanted to make things right between the two of you because it took everything in him not to go up to you and kiss you.
Before he could realize it, his legs were making their way towards you. As he neared the bar, he was abruptly stopped by someone.
“Bucky! My man!”
Bucky turned his head to the person.
“Hey T’Challa.” Bucky greeted, hugging his high school friend. “Glad you could make it. Listen, I have to go but enjoy yourself here. There’s drinks and food, just have at it. I’ll catch up with you later.”
“Where are you going?” T’Challa questioned.
Bucky locked eyes with you, who had already been looking at him due to the fact that T’Challa had shouted Bucky’s name.