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FINEAPPLE /ˈfīˌnapəl/ a black woman wearing her natural hair in a big ass poof on her head, looking like a fine ass pineapple. Therefore, a FINEAPPPLE 🍍

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skadisprawl  asked:

Awesome idea for getting donations - I hope you'll let us know how much you raise! I just sent mine - can I request Cap meeting Sam Wilson's favorite niece(s) (or other young relative of choice)?

Aw, I love Steve meeting the family :D 

“I thought I was supposed to – what was it?” Steve asked, grinning at Sam. “Make you look ‘awesome’ in front of the girl at the front desk?”

“Don’t put airquotes around awesome like you don’t know what it means,” Sam said, as he knocked on the door. “It’s much more important to look awesome in front of my baby niece.”

The door opened, and a tiny girl with dark hair in two huge poofs on either side of her head looked up. She stood there, mouth hanging open.

“Are you Latisha?” Steve asked, she nodded, wide eyed, and he crouched down. “Nice to meet you. I’m a friend of your uncle.”

“Captain America?” she breathed.

“That’s right. Sam said you have all my comics,” Steve said.

“Hear that?” Sam asked. “She’s making noises only dogs can hear.”

“Uncle Saaaaaam,” she groaned, and then disappeared from the doorway. Steve didn’t even have time to react before she was back, carrying a tiny Captain America shield, with which she whacked him on the shin.

“Ow!” Sam howled, hopping backwards.

Steve grinned. “You and me are gonna get along fine, Latisha,” he said, as Sam grumbled about Captain America fans.

#casneedsavacation

by: @rosie-berber and @herpinkminkness

rating: explicit (for sexy times). also, be warned, lots of fluff.

read the whole darn thing on ao3

“Hola!” the friendly voice called from an adjoining room, hidden from view. “I’ll be right with you!”

“Thank you,” Castiel answered, walking up to the simple wooden counter, centerstage in the otherwise barren room. The hotel lobby lacks extravagance, sure, but the walls were painted a cheerful yellow, the color of the little faces in texts he sometimes received from Sam. A few pamphlets in Spanish sat in cubbies along on the wall, each promising a unique and beautiful experience of Costa Rica. But there was no pamphlet for the experience he’d planned.

“Thank you for waiting.” The voice belonged to a woman of effortless beauty, who had come sweeping out of the side room. She was dressed simply, her brown fuzzy hair pulled neatly into a poof of a braid, her dark eyes highlighted only by her long lashes. She let out a long breath as she flashed him a kind grin, before continuing. “How can I help you?”

“We need a room. Errr, a cabin.” Castiel struggled with remembering the right term - his Spanish was rusty. “For three nights. Do you have anything?”

“We?” The prod was good-natured, accompanied by a quirked eyebrow at his lack of company as she retrieved a dusty log book from under the counter. Yes, it seems they were quite off the beaten path. Perfect. Just what Dean needs.

“My, uh, companion is outside,” Castiel clarified and she nodded, taking a few minutes to detail the cabins she had available. He selected the furthermost one, lining the outside of the small area that comprised all the cabins, and facing the active volcano. It had been nearly dusk as they’d arrived at the offbeat site, and they could see trace amounts of smoke from it pressed against the orange sky. He’d left Dean outside to watch it. Just before passing the threshold to the lobby, Castiel turned to observe him, silently standing and watching it plume. Such a rare gift, to watch Dean taking a moment to just … be.

He found Dean in the same position in the barren area designated as a parking lot, eyes fixed towards the sky. Cas quietly moved towards him, juggling keys and a handful of pamphlets. The kind woman had insisted he take some, explaining that zip-lining and the sky bridges were some of the most beautiful in the world. They’d get to it - they had time. Now it was much more critical that they practice the near-unheard-of art of doing nothing.

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I love Allura’s hairstyles don’t get me wrong, but her hair has the potential to be actual side poofs and if I don’t see that within the next 6 seasons you have wasted a perfectly good opportunity for some poof physics in space

anonymous asked:

Charmed circle squad (including Milla & Nessa) headcanon heights? Or at least height order?

The height of the Charmed Circle squad is actually very genuinely important for me, so thank you for giving me a chance to talk about it.

Pfannee: 4'7. Sometimes she wears her hair in a high poof just so it looks like she’s 4'9.

Boq: 4'9. He gets very sad when Pfannee has her hair in the poof.

Galinda: 4'11. I always pretty much just picture her as Kristen Chenoweth, after all.

Nessa: 5'2.

Milla: 5'5.

Crope: 5'8.

Tibbet: 5'9. He likes to jokingly brag that he’s taller than Crope, but, like, dude, come on, you’re about half and inch taller than him.

Shenshen: 5'11. She also casually wears six inch heels to class almost everyday and honestly? step on me.

Avaric: 5'11. Please never mention that he’s shorter than Elphaba and the same height of Shenshen, and never mention that he’s not technically 6'0. It’ll either end with him punching you or him crying.

Elphaba: 6'2. She’s tall and lanky and a little bit scary but mostly Galinda likes it because it means Elphaba is the natural big spoon. (con: Elphaba once held Galinda’s hair brush above her head for a few minutes and it was horriblified because Galinda couldn’t get it back until Elphaba lowered her arm).

Fiyero: 6'4. Goodnight, my sweet and tall prince.

Girl Meets Awkward Moment

A Joshaya Fanfic

Story by: @hoffkk

Requested by: Anonymous

Prompt: Could you plz plz plz write a one shot where Maya is wearing Josh’s shirt or something and it’s completely innocent but The adults see it and they think that Maya and Josh slept together and coz of this they both are embarrassed and blushing.

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Maya Hart walked into the Intro to Art classroom, feeling both nervous and excited.  When  her art teacher, Mr. Jackson, mentioned that some local universities were reserving spots in some of their entry level classes for high school juniors as part of a special program to promote post-secondary education, she jumped at the opportunity.  A couple different schools offered art classes, but of course Maya picked New York University.  Not just because a certain someone was a junior there, but because NYU was a great school for studying art and where she planned on applying next year.  Luckily, the art teacher at the university liked the piece she submitted and picked her right back.  It was like it was meant to be.

Maya glanced around the room that smelled like paint and clay and watched other students file in. They seemed to be picking seats at random and sitting down, so Maya shrugged and sat down in front of  the nearest wooden easel in the middle of the room. She smiled as she traced her hand along the oak edges of the easel and smoothed out the large white canvas staring back at her, then Maya began to reorganize the paints that sat along the easel’s ledge, undoing the ROYGBIV color palate it was preset in.  She was moving the yellow to the far end when a voice interrupted her.

“Maya?” Questioned an all too familiar voice.

Despite the familiarity of the voice, Maya was still shocked to hear it. Obviously, she knew he went to this university, but she never thought she’d actually see him, especially in Intro to Art.  So, turning her head in surprise, she simply and automatically repeated his sentiment.

“Josh?”  She queried then added, “What are you doing here?”

He gave her one of his boyish grins then replied, “It’s my university.  What are you doing here?”

“I asked you first.” Maya retorted cheekily as she crossed her arms over her chest.

“I have to take a certain number of art credits to graduate.  I’m not much of an artist, but I already took Intro to Music, and this sounded less painful than Intro to Theatre.” Josh explained, half-serious, half-joking.

“So, basically, you picked the lesser of two evils.”  Maya responded.

“Pretty much.” Josh nodded, putting his hands inside his jean pockets.  "Your turn. How did you wind up in this class?“

Maya quickly told him all about the program that her art teacher recommended and how she was accepted. Josh couldn’t help but smile at how she beamed with pride and talked with such enthusiasm.

"Well, congratulations. I’m really happy for you.” Josh answered truthfully.

Maya smiled back, but before she could respond, the teacher burst through the door.  She was a tall, skinny woman with short, gray hair that poofed out from her purple headband.  The professor, who had to at least be in her sixties, called out to the class, “Sorry, I’m late! Please, take your seats, take your seats.”

Maya noticed the professor was wearing jeans and combat boots with her purple blouse.  She smirked, immediately liking the woman. Maya couldn’t wait to learn from her. Unfortunately, her smile didn’t last long after hearing the chirp of another female voice.

“Hey, Josh, over here!” Called a pretty brunette from two rows up.  Her hair was long, straight and absolutely perfect just like her outfit, which consisted of a sweater and mini-skirt.  Maya thought the skirt was a weird choice for January, but it looked cute nonetheless, and the pale pink of her sweater looked great against her mocha colored skin tone.  "I saved you a seat.“  She finished, patting the stool beside her.

Maya suddenly felt deflated. She was officially jealous of mystery girl’s style, beauty, and access to Joshua Matthews.  By the way she was talking to him, they clearly knew each other. Who knew how many classes they had had together before or even had together now or maybe… maybe they knew each other outside of class.  Ugh… that was something Maya really didn’t want to think about.  She wasn’t stupid, Maya new that he probably hung out with college girls, that there were tons of them that paid him lots of attention. She just hated being reminded of that fact, and now Maya got to be reminded of it every Thursday for two whole hours.

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anonymous asked:

Maybe amethyst cuts her hair short after the first transformation she has because she's freaked out by all the hair she gets and is like "nope nope nope" and just cuts off her long purple mane when she gets back to human form cuz she is freaking out

oh my god you’ve just made me picture that part from the santa clause where tim allen tries to shave but it just immediately grows back.

that’s it. that is exactly what happens. whenever she tries to cut her hair it all poofs back when she changes.

Sportsball Yay (Hamilton x Reader)

Summary: ¾ of the Hamilsquad go to a volleyball game. Awkwardness and (hopefully) cuteness ensues.
Warnings: Um I don’t think there is anything. Well besides really bad writing.


“Dude come on, your writing at a volleyball game. A girls volleyball game, I mean look at them.” John said shaking Alexander’s shoulder.
“Oui, Alexander we are here for John’s friend you should at least respect them and watch for a little while.”
“They’re just warming up.” Alex complained and rolled his eyes.
“I know but damn.” John shouted a name and Alex looked up for a moment. A girl that stood near the net waiting for the team turned to look at them and she smiled at them and waved. Alex stopped for a moment, she was beautiful. Strong arms, great body, amazing legs, her face was elegantly beautiful. Then her coach came over and started tossing a ball to her. She would set it to her teammates and they’d hit it over. Then she switched out and go to another line. She was soon up to hit. She screamed some number, he couldn’t quite make it out. Then she ran, jumped, and hit the ball. It was the loudest noise he’d ever heard as it hit her hand and then the floor. It hit the floor so fast that all he saw on the way down was a blur of white.
“Damn.” He whispered.
“I know.” John whispered.
Alex shook his head escaping the trance he’d been in for the last ten minutes.
“Whatever.” He said and went back to writing.
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“Alex look out!” Was all warning he had before a ball came at him. It knocked into his head and onto his work. Making his papers go all over the seats in front of them.
“Oh my god, John, John’s friend, are you okay.” Her voice, it sounded really weird at a normal level, because all she had done was yell on court.
“We’re fine, don’t sweat it.” He said and threw the ball to her and she threw it back to the officials.
Needless to say they won.
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“Come on,” John whined,“come celebrate the first game of the season with us.” John begged as she walked with them. Alex hadn’t said anything yet and was walking stiffly as he glanced at her.
“I’ve got practice in the morning, and I have to study. Maybe after the season?” She said.
“Your always at practice.” John groaned.
“You know if you wanted to hang tonight I could just come over and study while you guys get drunk.”
“I like that idea.”
“John you have to see this!” Laf yelled from down the street. Then he was gone leaving Alex and her alone together.
“Sorry about tonight.” She said.
“What?” He asked. She walking with him. Standing beside him, this goddess was standing here talking to him. She was so beautiful it made him insecure. Which was hard, because Alexander was never nervous or self conscious.
“You know, the ball messing up your writing.” She said and started to unbraid her hair and running a hand through it. She winced as some of the hair was tangled.
“Anna always braids tight.” She said as she shakes her hair out.
“Hey are you okay?” She asked, he’d been staring. How could he not she looked absolutely adorable with her hair poofed out like that.
“Um yeah, it’s okay nothing that couldn’t be fixed. So, um, how do you know John?” He asked.
“Oh we use to date in high school, we came here together and realized that we didn’t work as a couple and decided to stay friends.”
“Really?” He asked.
“Yeah.” She said and nodded. Her phone started ringing.
“T.J., BFAM, what’s up?” She asked. “I’ll stop calling you that when you stop wearing that ridiculous shade of pink.”
She looked at Alexander and gave an apologetic smile.
“Listen I need this to be quick, I’m standing here, in the cold, sweat dripping from me, and the wind just picked up. Also there’s a very cute guy standing beside me that I’m about to ask out to coffee, and then go to his friends house and watch them get drunk, while I study for class, so.” She didn’t look at him when she said that. She could feel his eyes on her though.
“Yes yes yes, it’s in my apartment, I will give it to you tomorrow. No, you will not go over there, and you will not break in. Good bye Thomas.”

“Thomas Jefferson?” Alex asked unimpressed.
“I thought you’d be more interested in the coffee date, but yes. Thomas Jefferson, the most annoying adoptive big brother ever.”
“He’s your brother!” This was a woman who could keep him from working by just standing there. This was the one and her adoptive brother was Thomas Jefferson.
Dear Jesus.
“Yes.” She sounded annoyed. They walked in silence for a while.
“So that coffee date.” She smiled and looked up at him and his heart stuttered.
“Well, more like protein shake date. For me any ways. My favorite coffee shop makes me one, because I’m special, and they happen to have amazing coffee.”
“I look forward to it.” He said as they reached the car. John and Laf were already there laughing at some joke.
“Johnny where’s Herc?” She asked. Did she know all of his friends?
“Aw he was working on a dress for class when we left.”
“It better be for me, if he’s missing the first game of the season.”
“Do you always go to the volleyball games?” Alex asked John.
“We haven’t missed a game since freshmen year Lex.” They all piled into the car and Alex sat in the back with her.
“So you said you had to study for something.”
“I do, would you like to study with me.”
“It would be my pleasure.”

Blue Diamond

I just thought about something really interesting…

So we have the Blue Diamond from the moon base mural and The Answer, and we have the Blue Diamond from the more recent episodes. While comparing the two, three things stood out to me.

1: Her behavior.

When we first saw her in The Answer, Blue Diamond came off as a very serious, intimidating leader. She meant nothing but business. Even after Ruby saved her Sapphire, a very important, rare, and high-class gem, she got angry and wanted to shatter Ruby.

In the more recent episodes, all she’s been doing is crying, grieving over the loss of Pink Diamond. After The Trial, we’ve seen her grieve and be sad even in front of regular Homeworld gems (in this case, Zircons and Pearls). Even though she’s said some scary stuff (e.g. “I want to know what she thinks we’re going to do with her… because I want to do something worse.”), she’s far less intimidating than the Blue Diamond we saw in The Answer.

2: The hair.

Not only did her hair change in color, but also in length and style. Blue Diamond used to have long, dark blue hair, but now it’s shorter and it’s light blue.

How did Blue Diamond change her hair to that extent? Didn’t she have to poof and regenerate to make such a change?

3: Her gem.

Look at the gemstone we saw in The Answer and look at the gemstone she has today. The first one has soft edges and has equally big sides. The other one is much more pointy and has a teardrop shape.

…Is this even the same gem?

Now, especially because of her gem, could it be… that there were actually TWO Blue Diamonds, and the first one (from The Answer) shattered Pink Diamond?