Anonymous said: I cant get over g’s video for sid, suit and tie with a nice back drop talking like a video you would play at a dramatic surprise proposal that everyone was in on (g sent sid around on like a scavanger hunt and he got to the end and the video was playing) and like it ends with g saying ’ i love you so much turn around’ and g is there proposing wearing the suit

OMG, ok, ok. Proposal!AU time!

There’s a roaring in his head, echoed by the crowd inside the PPG Paints Arena, exploding into noise as Geno’s message ends.

Sidney knows, even before he turns around, that he’s going to see his idiot boyfriend down on one knee on the ice behind him. His crazy wonderful, idiot boyfriend whom Sidney loves more than words could possibly explain.

His breath hitches as he lies eyes on Geno’s beaming face, his lips stretched into the widest grin Sid has ever seen. He’s holding a ring up towards Sidney; it’s huge and garish and so Geno that Sidney can’t help the choked laugh that bubbles out of him.

He’s going to wear that ring with pride, isn’t he?

Geno’s mouth is moving, shaping out words that Sidney can’t hear over the thundering of the crowd they are roaring their approval so loudly. Sidney doesn’t need to hear the words to know what he’s saying though.

He nods wildly, holding out his left hand so Geno can remove his glove. Sid doesn’t actually say yes, but he doesn’t need to; the ring goes on smoothly, and Sid laughs again, because last week Tanger and Flower had brought him ring shopping for Vero—an anniversary, Flower had insisted, and then made Sidney try on rings too. To get his ring size, Sidney knows now.

Geno pulls him into a kiss, and impossibly the crowd gets even louder. They’re being mobbed by their teammates, beaming faces everywhere Sidney looks, so happy for them and—

Sidney would maybe have liked for this to be more private, for it to be just Sid and Geno. He looks up at Geno, at his fiancé, and swallows, awed, at the look of love and adoration on his face. For Sidney. Always, always, for Sidney.

—as far as proposals go, this one isn’t all that bad, Sidney decides.

He actually kinda loves it.

anonymous asked:

when i was working in my early 20s i was approached by what turned out to be a bridal party thing and they kept hounding me to bend over so they can take a good picture of my ass. for some scavanger hunt thing. it was weird not only because well it was but i honestly dont think i was the guy with the best butt. mine is pretty meh.

RP Symbol Starters

ツ : Our muses have a no laughing contest!
웃 : Our muses are now deities! ( show )
☠ : One of the muses is on their deathbed- and the other comforts them in their lost moments.
☄ : Our muses catch a shooting star!
✄ : Our muses do arts-and-crafts!
✉ : Our muses are in class and start passing notes!
☂ : It’s raining… and our muses decide to play in it!
☃ : Our muses build a snow-man!
⊙ : One muse as a black eye… and won’t tell the other how they got it!
♛ : One muse is the master, and the other is the servant.
☎ : One muse gives the other a prank call!
♫ : One muse serenades the other!
ψ : One muse snaps and is now evil! Can the other restore their sanity?
ϟ : One muse gets struck by lightening!
☿ : One muse gets transformed into an animal!
☼ : Our go swimming!
☝ : Our muses go to heaven
☟ : Our muses go to hell
☢ : Our muses mysteriously get super-powers!
❤ : One muse drank a love potion and is now in love with the other muse.
♒ : Our muses lost out at sea!
✖ : One muse is mute and cannot speak!
✓ : One muse now speaks everything he thinks outloud; no matter how embarassing!
➹ : A murder is after one of the muses… its up to the other to protect them!
の : Our muses go skinny dipping!
↘ : Our muses go on a scavanger hunt!
‼ : Our muses wake up naked next to eachother with no memory of the night before!
‽ : One muse has amensia and can’t remember a thing!
☗ : Our muses find a cave and explore the wonders within.
♧ : One muse is extremely lucky- while the other is having the worst day of their lives.
☧ : One muse is now scared of everyone and everything.
♪ : Our muses are having a lazy day and stay indoors, order take out, and cuddle.
㊣ : Our muses are ninjas!
♨ : Our muses at a hot spring!
☹ : One muse is very convinced there is a monster under their beds- and insists to sleep with the other.
✚ : Our muses are doctors and try to save lives!
☣ : One muse is now extremely obsessed with the other and will do whatever it takes to have them for themselves.
✎ : Everything our muses draw comes to life!
╭ : Our muses are in a long distance relationship!
☥  : One muse found a magic wand that can do anything they want!
✕ : One muse is an assassin and is hired to take out the other!
∞ : Our muses wake up sharing the same body!
۩ : Our muses are trapped in a dangerous house! And if they die, their spirits are stuck there forever.

Scavanger Hunt(Villain!AU)
  • Saitama: *lounges around lazily with a sigh* hmm, I just don't have the motivation to do anything
  • Genos: *dusting* I hid one of your favorite candies somewhere in my body paneling
  • Saitama: *narrows eyes* I don't really believe that
  • Genos: *arches a brow as he gives his hip a quick shake as he rattles*
  • Saitama: ....*serious face*
Fighting With Thomas Sangster

Prompt: Thomas Sangster and Y/N get into a fight after you have to kiss a boy in a show. He goes to smoke to calm down, but remembers that you hate it when he smokes and throws out his cigarette.

Prompt: Slightly drunk Thomas Brodie-Sangster fighting with Y/N but it ends with him saying he’ll never leave her.

Note: Did you get this idea after I reblogged the imagine of him throwing out his fag? I kind of feel like you did. Either way, I’m going to write it. (In case that was taken from that - credit to whoever came up with that idea.) Once again, I combined two. Sorry. They fit well together. I’ll try to stop doing that.

Also, “Derek” is just a random guy name I picked to be the name of the co-star and is not a real person in any way, nor is he based off of anyone.

I smiled as Thomas walked into the room. He was supposed to be picking me up after shooting, but he was half an hour early. I walked up to him, wrapping my arms around his neck and he wrapped his arms around my waist. At once, I could tell he had been smoking. I didn’t let my smile falter, however, as I leaned up and kissed him.

“I love when you greet me like that,” he commented.

I laughed and released him, grabbing his hand instead. I pulled him over to my cast mates, introducing him to the boy who was my character’s romance.
“It’s nice to meet you,” Derek said, reaching out and shaking Thomas’s hand. Thomas shook it, smiling.

Several minutes later, we were in the midst of a scene. A romance scene, nonetheless. I already hated filming them, but it was worse when my boyfriend was watching as another guy - Derek - pulled me tight against his body. I wasn’t fully comfortable with it - mainly because Thomas’s eyes had never left me, and I knew it. But I also felt like he was somehow managing to glare at Derek at the same time.

Just as was scripted, I leaned forward and kissed my co-star. Not once in the script did it mention that bugger sticking his tongue in my mouth.
I bit down right as the director yelled cut. Derek jerked away from me, holding his mouth and cursing under his breath.

I turned away, marching over to where I had last seen Thomas. Except he wasn’t there anymore. I asked a camera man, who told me that Thomas had went outside when the kiss started.

I hurried out, wondering where he went. By the time I found him, he was already in his car, white-knuckling the steering wheel.

“Thomas?” I knocked on the window. He pointed to the passenger’s seat. I sighed and got in. “Thomas, what’s -”

“Let’s go. Buckle up.”

I did as told, sensing that he was in one of his moods. They were rare, but when they came, I knew to just let him ride it out.

For the rest of the day, Thomas was unusally moody. He barely spoke to me through lunch and then promptly didtch me at our house the second we got there, saying he was leaving to hang out with an old friend. Before I could even ask who, Thomas had rolled up his window and drove away.

I sighed, going inside the house. It was big enough for the two of us, as well as any children we would ever decide to have. Still, the house wasn’t overly big because I had always found it stupid to have huge houses when there were so few people living there.

I changed into one of Thomas’s jumpers and slid into a pair of shorts before spending the rest of the day reading, watching TV, and being on different social media platforms.

Thomas arrived at the house at 2 in the morning. I had been awake the whole time, worried about him. He hadn’t answered a single call or text from me. I met him in the kitchen, where he was looking through the fridge.

“Thomas, where were you? Why didn’t you answer my texts?” I demanded, crossing my arms.

He slammed the fridge shut, standing straight and turning to face me. He swayed lightly, his eyes locking onto me. They weren’t his normal eyes, though. It only took a moment to realize what those glazed eyes meant.

“Oh my God. You’re drunk. You drove drunk! What if you had been in an accident? What if you would have died?”

“Then you could have snogged Derek whenever you wanted,” Thomas spat, walking past me.

“Are you kidding me right now,” I screeched at him. “It was a scene, Thomas! You bloody well know that!”

“This wasn’t a scene!” Thomas grabbed something from the counter, throwing it at me. I managed to catch it, realizing that it was a magazine. I hadn’t been in the kitchen the whole time I had been home, so I hadn’t even seen it. I flipped it over, my eyes bugging out as I saw the front cover. It was a picture of Derek, his arms wrapped around me and my arms around him. I was leaning against him, my head on his chest and we were both smiling happily.

“Thomas… This was -”

“You cheating!”

“I’d never cheat on you!” I threw the magazine down. “We were told to act like close friends to make the ratings go up! So we did! It’s not my fault that the paparazzi twisted it into some sort of romance!”

“Some sort of romance,” Thomas grumbled. “Yeah right.”

“Tommy,” I tried, making my voice take on a soothing note. I had to get him to listen to me.

“No. I don’t want to hear it. I don’t even want to be with you.”

In that moment, I could practically hear my world shattering. The world seemed to slow to a pause, silencing just long enough for me to hear the terrible shatter of my heart, and then the sob that tore from my chest. Tears blurred my vision. And just like that, the world was spinning faster than ever.

“Go fucking cry,” Thomas snapped. “I don’t want you here tomorrow. One of us is moving out.”

I couldn’t be in the room with him. I had to get away.

“Hear me, Y/N? We’re done!”

“I heard you!” And suddenly my feet were moving on their own accord, taking me to stand right in front of Thomas. My hand lifted from my side and, without my permission, smacked Thomas right across the face.

I don’t know what his reaction was. I had already ran into my room, locking the door behind me. I leaned against the hard wood, tears streaming from my eyes and my heart seemingly missing. I sunk to the ground, crying, because I knew the truth. My heart wasn’t missing. It was with the boy in the other room - the one that apparently didn’t care for me anymore.
Thomas POV

Thomas stood in the kitchen for several minutes, his face stinging and his head swimming. Had he really said those things to her? Yes. Had he meant them?
At first, he wasn’t so sure. But when he looked down and saw that damned magazine, flipped open to a page where Derek’s arms were wrapped around Y/N’s waist and she was smiling and laughing, Thomas couldn’t help but feel that he meant it. There were several pictures of Y/N and Derek on those two pages. The one that hurt the most was one of Derek kissing her cheek and Y/N laughing.

Anger filled him to the brim and he marched down the hallway, intent on giving Y/N a piece of his mind for slapping him. Except when he got close to her door, he heard a sound that seemed to snap him even further out of his alcholic mind.

Faintly, Thomas could hear Y/N crying. He pressed his ear to the cool wood, closing his eyes to focus. She was definitely crying. Because of him?
Thomas didn’t want to think about it.

He turned on his heel and walked back down the hall, his head pounding and his heart feeling oddly cracked. He needed a smoke.
Once he made it outside of his house, he leaned against the balcony’s railing and lit up his fag. The balcony brought back several memories, mostly good, and mainly with Y/N as the star.

The day that they did a huge scavanger hunt through the house, ending with Y/N finding a promise ring tied to the railing. The day that they had stood from the balcony and threw water balloons down at some of their friends. The day that -
The day that Y/N 100% stole his heart. She had been so beautiful that day. It was then that he knew he wanted to be with her forever. Forever… Where had that gone?

He tried to shake the memories out of his head, taking a long drag from his fag before another memory hit him.

“Are you smoking again, Tommy?” Y/N asked, shaking her head in disapproval.

“It’s just one,” Thomas told her, smiling and sticking the fag back in his mouth.

“I don’t like when you smoke.”

“I know.”

Y/N smiled and Thomas thought that the conversation was over. Instead, she simply reached up, taking the fag out of his mouth, and put it out. Thomas sputtered, unsure of what to say.

“I love you,” Y/N told him sweetly, standing up on her toes to kiss Thomas.

Thomas looked down at the fag clenched in his long fingers. Y/N hated when he smoked. Almost like he didn’t realize he was doing it, Thomas threw it down.

He couldn’t apologise to her tonight. He’d have to wait until the morning.

I opened my door, hoping I could just sneak out to the bathroom across the hall and then hopefully out of the house completely without Thomas knowing. I wasn’t in the mood to talk to him. But the second I opened the door, the boy fell backwards, hitting his head on the floor.

“Ow!” Thomas sat up, rubbing the back of his head. It looked like he had been sitting against my door.

“Are you okay?” I squated down beside him, instantly reaching out to check if there was anything wrong. Thoughts of last night rushed through my mind and I pulled back.

“No. I’m an arse.”

“What do you mean?”

Thomas turned to look at me. “Y/N, I’m so bloody stupid. I don’t want to break up with you. I don’t want to live in this house without you. I don’t want to be without you.”

“Are you saying sorry?”

“I’m saying I’ll do anything to keep you with me. I’m sorry, Y/N. I love you and I’ll never leave you.”

I smiled. “Well, you’ll have to make it up to me.”

Thomas nodded. He looked hungover, but at the moment it didn’t matter.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too, Thomas.”


During my last scavanger hunt in Denver, I had one of the most incredible interactions. In the midst of the hurried chaos, this little girl walked up to me and said “are you Tyler?” She was so excited and giddy to meet me, which is a weird thing to experience. She introduced herself and told me how much she loved my work and how she was terrified of bugs but not mine because “I make them beautiful”. At the end of the hunt she approached me before leaving and said “I just wanted to tell you that you’re the best artist ever.” A bit of a statement haha, but I was so moved and speechless. After talking with her mother, I learned that she is quite the little artist herself and got permission to be her pen pal. I’ll be surprising her with this 18X24 drawing. Despite all of the hatred and evil being shown in the world currently, there are definitely bright and hopeful pockets.
#tylerthrasher #penpal #crystalrabbit #marbeledpaper #gold #alchemy #tulsa

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Out in service in Georgia, USA with a scavenger hunt. Photo shared by @boho.nao

1. Read one scripture at the door
2. Call a return visit or Bible student and invite them to the public talk
3. Visit a business in your territory and offer a tract or magazine
4. Offer a tract or magazine to a person on the street or in a parking lot
5. Call or visit a workmate, schoolmate, non-witness relative and invite them to the public talk
6. Offer “Bible Teach” book or “Listen to God” brochure. Offer Bible study.
7. Tell of show someone about the JW.ORG web site
8. Optional: Take a break

May I have your attention, please?

people of the internet, i need your help! months ago i found this really cool band on a post i saw here, but i forgot to save the name of the band because i had mistaken the lead singer for natasha bedingfield, who i knew i’d remember the name! now i really want to listen to this band but can’t remember its name! can you all help me out? here’s a few things i remember:

-it’s a rock band

-their lead singer is a blonde girl and her name probably has something to do with natasha bedingfield

-she is really pretty, likes to wear snapbacks and she was reblogged from a lgbt blog, so she might be a lesbian??

-i remember a picture of her in which she was wearing a t-shit with that ‘mind the gap’ sign, but with the band name written on it

that is it, i’ll be forever grateful if you help me!! thanks a lot!!

UPDATE: I JUST FOUND IT, THANKS TO @lizshenstridge BECAUSE THEY REBLOGGED THE BAND!! IT’S TONIGHT ALIVE AND THE GIRL’S NAME HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH NATASHA, IT’S ACTUALLY JENNA MCDOUGALL, but she did sing Jet Lag with Simple Plan, so if i sucked less at searching stuff i’d probably had found it eventually. ANYWAY, YEAH, I’M OFF TO HOURS OF LISTENING TO TONIGHT ALIVE NOW. THANKS FOR EVERYONE WHO HELPED ME OUT ( bonus for @bescheuerter-name ) AND BYE!


This is my choice of favourite vid. You can come to my blog and see the rest four vids I was thinking about but I assumed since it’s about Sherlock I will go with this. It’s based on some Chinese fanfiction but what I like in this particular video is the concept of John discovering his own and Sherlock feelings. Basically my favourite Johnlock vid. Prepare tissues.