ah well you know

Hey y’all remember another big guy dragon nerd?


-I’ll see myself out

anonymous asked:

Here's another prompt: fell sans react to meeting his hot next door neighbor on the surface?

(oh boi howdy do i have a weak spot for Red and him getting the hots for his potential/future s/o. bless you, sweet anon, for giving me the chance to indulge a little further in that ;) <3 )

Red decidedly did not have a death wish.

Even with Edge out for the day - no doubt chasing Undyne down or accidentally terrorizing parents when he walked up wordlessly with a lost child he found wandering in the park as he trained - Edge’s sense of smell was uncanny for a being without a nose, and would happily shout Red’s skull into the next century if he caught a whiff of smoke clinging to anything inside.

So without bothering to properly walk out of his room, Red tucked his box of cigarettes and his lighter in his shorts and teleported to the balcony.

Their apartment was a pretty nice one, all things considered - decent area too, now that monsters could legally integrate with society. He and Edge had been in agreement on holding onto an apartment for at least a little bit before deciding to set up permanently anywhere - the world was big up here, absurdly so, and even if they’d both feel more comfortable closer to the mountain, there were a lot of areas around the city to choose from. So here he was, leaning against the railing of their top-floor corner apartment balcony, with a view of the balconies in the building adjacent to them accompanying the view of the enormous wooded park they lived next to. It was a view that made him feel a little more at ease when his anxiety was acting up - he could grab a smoke, stare up at the sky, or do a little people watching alongside the next apartment building or in the shade of the park.

As he slipped his cigarette between his teeth and lit it , enjoying the late afternoon sun on his bones and the decent breeze picking up, he noticed that his foot started instinctively tapping - huh, he could hear a song now actually, coming from the next apartment building over, pretty loudly…

“All that I want
Is to wake up fine
Tell me that I’m alright -
That I ain’t gonna die.”

The cigarette almost dropped out of Red’s mouth.

“All that I want
Is a hole in the ground.
You can tell me when it’s alright
For me to come out.”

You were on the balcony closest to him in the next building over - top floor, corner apartment, probably a mere 50 feet away. You had a series of small clotheslines strung out towards one side of your balcony and had clipped up several shirts and what seemed to be a set of sheets for a bed. Next to you buzzed a small speaker, surprisingly loud for it’s clearly travel-intended size, and it played the song on as you shifted and swayed, tapping out the energetic beat of the song while you sang along and clipped up a pair of jeans and took down a few dry pieces of clothing to make further room.

“Hard times
Gonna make you wonder why you even try
Hard times
Gonna take you down and laugh when you cry
These lives-”

Your back was mostly towards Red, and stars was he grateful. He felt a bead of magic forming on his skull, and knew a bit of a flush had picked up on his face- because by Asgore’s shitty beard, he couldn’t tear his gaze away from the figure you cut as you finished hanging up your laundry and spun around, your hips hitting side to side in perfect time, a mischievous grin on your face as your eyes closed and you sang along to the deceptively upbeat song.

“And I still don’t know how I even survive
Hard times,
Hard times -
And I gotta get to rock bottom-!”

Your foot stamped against the balcony floor, your arms thrown wide as you crowed the line to the sky.

Red’s soul jumped in his chest at the sight -

You were attractive as hell.

And then you made eye contact.

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First Impressions

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Castiel works as a teller at his local bank, and Dean is a new mystery customer that brings in a wad of cash and crumpled singles once a week to deposit into his account.

Working as a bank teller was definitely a unique and interesting experience - and one that Castiel generally enjoyed.

Of course, there were always the customers that raised hell when they walked through the door, complaining about incorrect overdraft fees or loan interests, but for the most part, the people were pleasant and Castiel didn’t mind plastering a smile onto his face for five or six hours at a time.

He and the other tellers had their favorite customers that they always talked about, whether for the entertainment factor, or because they genuinely liked them.

There was the nice old woman who always updated the teller on her grandson’s theater career; the middle aged man who generally arrived drunk and so sure that he was a millionaire even though he wasn’t; the college-aged girl who came in with a different hair color every time; and a younger man who kept trying to convince the teller that he was haunted.

Yes, Castiel was sure that he’d seen it all - and then one day, Dean Winchester came through his line.

The moment Castiel looked up as the new face approached the counter, he was thrown off. Sandy and deliberately coiffed hair framed a perfectly symmetrical face that he was sure he’d seen on a famous statue in some museum or another. Soft green eyes blinked at him with an even softer smile as he leaned forward against the counter and tilted his head.

“Hey,” the man said, his voice almost as smooth as the marble his arms were resting against.

“Hello.” Castiel cleared his throat and smiled, praying to God that it looked natural. “How can I help you today, sir?”

The man pulled out his ID and slid it across the counter.

Dean Winchester, it read.

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└ Caster’s dorkiness + DoS’ adoring glances

Cr: JAL CM Making of 13.05.2017

Sneak Pt. 2 [M]

Summary: Power and seduction are a lethal mix, especially when you work at one of the world’s most powerful corporations. But be careful, because someone is always watching. 

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Genre: ceo!namjoon, dom/sub themes, smut, angst

Word Count: 7,253

A/N: this is unedited. I can’t look at it any longer as this took me 2 weeks to write. If there any mistakes, please let me know haha

Originally posted by jackjacky5

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You run your fingertips along the tender parts of your neck. A knot had formed under your skin weeks ago. You really needed to get that checked out, but you also really needed to meet your deadline. At this point your work was more important than your health. There was a lot riding on this project, a possible entire rebranding of one of the most powerful companies in the world. And you were the one responsible.

There were times when you were in the middle of a long stretch of work when the night on his desk would flash through your mind. You would think about the wood pressed against your back in the middle of analyzing sales figures for the past 10 years. You could feel his breath on your throat in the middle of sending one of board members a strongly worded e-mail.

You hated how every touch was imprinted in the back of your brain. The asshole in Armani was in your head every time you closed your eyes. Your body started to tingle every time you passed by his office, knowing that maple desk was on the other side of it’s walls.

You hated it.

You hadn’t seen him since that night. He was conveniently shipped out overseas to check on some of the international branches of the corporation he inherited. You were glad, for the most part. It gave you time to detach yourself from that night and bury yourself in your work. Hoping that by the time he came back to the office you wouldn’t want to shove him against a wall and repeat the night on the desk.

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[during the cave scene]

Katara: I’m sorry I reacted the way I did… You’re from the Fire Nation…

Zuko: Oh, well, I’m not with the Fire Nation anymore; it’s just me.

Katara: [sympathetically] Just you? Just you, how could that be?

Zuko: Well, I- I was the Fire Nation prince, but they kicked me out.

Katara: Why?

Zuko: Ah, well, you know how sometimes there’ll be a pack of coyote-hawks that are feasting on a rabbit-lizard, and there’s always one small, runt of a coyote-hawk that’s being kept from the meal?

Katara: [understandingly] Yes.

Zuko: I’m like the rabbit-lizard.

[long, awkward pause]

Katara: …Oh.

A (kinda) subtle once-over? 

Check. 

Flicking the hair to the side? 

Check. 

Getting real close? As in moving towards and leaning into the other person’s personal space? 

Check. 

Pearl won this interraction without even trying. Well…she did try….but…..ah, you know what I mean.  

Also I liked how MG didn’t start moving closer until Pearl smiled.

This episode was basically a short lesson in flirty body language 101. 

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I was bored so I decided to ask the lovely @fatpandasims if she wanted a sim… so I made Artemis. Hope you like her! (ノ・ω・)ノ I’m probably just going to make another one for you because I am not entirely happy with her.

Artemis Hunt

Edit: I really love making Sims so, if you ever want me to make one for you, hmu.

  • INTP: Why do you randomly close your eyes, INFP? It's super creepy. Do you have eye problems? Are you sleepy? Are you being possessed by Satan?
  • INFP: Ah, well, you know those stories where some small creature has to get through a house without being seen by the humans, and it's like super scary and stressful?
  • INTP: I think you're the only one who would find that scary, but yeah, I know what you're talking about. What about them?
  • INFP: Well, I thought the least I could do is close my eyes every once in a while to help them out a little!
  • INFP: :D
  • INTP:
  • INFP: :D
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  • INFP: :D
  • INTP:
  • INTP: Why are you like this?

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Chapter 534 is out when it shouldn’t be, but ah well. I’m just here to talk about a quick theory about that last panel. Many are speculating Lucy’s been infected by some Demon factor, corrupted by Zeref’s magic or some yadayada, but I’ll get straight to the point.

Lucy’s rewriting/redoing parts of Natsu book, I think the Life-Link is getting off Zeref’s grip and becoming hers. As in, the life link between Zeref x Natsu becomes the life link between Lucy x Natsu, successfully saving him and tying their lives. 

It’s possible we’ll know next chapter, but ah well, what do you think about my theory? Agree? Disagree?

Stuck- Connor McDavid

Originally posted by nugent-hopkinks

Ok so I went fluffy with this instead of smutty anon so I hope that’s ok! Also pineapple on pizza discourse is mentioned! Anyway enjoy guys!

Warning: none

Anon Request: Stuck in the elevator with Connor mcdavid pls

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              Your day literally couldn’t get any worse.

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The Thing, a study of Bruce's children

Bruce “I am the head of this household, and while that status is rather antiquated, I really must insist as your father/mentor that you do not do the thing”

Dick “UGH shut up go away let me live my liiiiiife I’ll do the thing if I want to!”

“Barbara, do not do the thing”

“This is interesting, I do not recall you ever being in charge of my life or decisions. Now, ONE of us has photographic memory, so…oh! That person is me! BYE BRUCE”

“Jason, do not–”

“FLING YOURSELF INTO A THOUSAND BURNING SUNS, PISSWAD”

“Ah. Well then. Tim, you know that I care for you. So do not do the thing.”

Tim “I’m not going to do the thing” *looks at the audience* “technically because I already did it”

“Damian, you are ten years old and I am your father, now understand this: you are not allowed to do the thing.”

“IS THAT A DARE”

“No, it’s not. Do not. Damian, I mean it. DAMIAN–”

Bruce approaches Cassandra “Cassandra…my sweet obedient child…my only daughter…the shining hope of my heart…please…do not do the thing”

“…”

“…”

“…”

“…”

“…I am going to do the thing”

Bruce is distraught “All these children, and not ONE who listens!”

Stephanie pipes up “Hey, I actually didn’t do the thing. Do I get a prize? A card or a ribbon or something?”

Bruce is dead inside. “Fine. Sure. Go ahead. Make yourself a prize. I don’t care anymore”

“Awesome! I’m going to make one in your craft room”

“It’s not a craft room, it’s a cave”

“Craft room, cave, brooding place of solitude, whatever. Hey, do you have any glitter?”

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@anglmukhii Hold everything NOW THIS is my favorite rendition of bollywood songs sung to Shape of You, god BLESS

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Some men are born to plow fields, some live to be great physicians, others to be great kings. Me? I was born to serve you, Arthur, and I’m proud of that, and I wouldn’t change a thing.

anonymous asked:

Hold up, Sasuke did NOT put Sakura into a genjutsu that showed him "murdering" her hell we didn't even see what happened in it all we know is that he put her into the genjutsu in order to keep her from interfering in the fight between him and Naruto. When Sakura woke up it was almost like she woke up from being asleep. You can hate Sasuke all you damn well please but don't spew lies that you know good and well did not happen. Ah Sasuke haters are hilarious same with fanon Sakura "fans".

Naruto, by Masashi Kishimoto, issue 693