“Prince Charles has created the Princes Trust, Prince Harry has done amazing work for wounded men and women who have served their country, just look at Invictus. What has William done? Nothing, he doesn’t do any of his royal duties, blames others for his mistakes, basically hate’s being a royal, but loves the perks, complains, has a supposed job, but doesn’t do the work for that either, and sues people who take photos of his kids with their nanny. Wants to pretend he’s a hands on father, please.” - Submitted by Anonymous
I was working on something else and then this happened. It is on a random dented sheet of kraft coloured paper I found in my desk and you can see all the efforts I put into it. I feel like somebody must have done a joke like this before? If not with Hokushin then maybe Toguro Ani? Itsuki? Yatsude? Did I miss anybody? Ryo/Kai? lol (gee there sure are a lot of characters in this series suitable for handy jokes)
OKAY FUCKER I WANNA SEE YOU DO KING!STEVE AND MERMAID!BUCKY (bonus points if Steve is the king from Neuschwanstein (I may or may not have gone and fallen in love with it))
[why you gotta give me historical aus when I hate them neerrrrrdddd okay lemme see I got this]
Steve is five years old the first time he sees it.
He’s playing by the huge, deep natural lake in the castle grounds, lonely in spite of his toys. The only other children he’s allowed to play with are his cousins from England, no one else is of an appropriate station, and they only visit in the summer. His nannies are no fun, they tell him to sit still and mind his fragile bones and don’t let him climb on the furniture. He might be a prince, but he’s a very bored prince.
He drops one of his tin soldiers into the water by accident, leaning over the polished marble side to try and grab it back before it gets too deep. All he manages to do is soak his sleeve, and his eyes well up as the little soldier falls away from him, down into the deep.
Then there’s a flash of silver, like one of the fish that live in the water, but bigger. Bigger. And then ghostly pale skin as a hand rises up to the surface, Steve’s soldier clutched tightly in delicate fingers.
Steve stares at the boy - is it a boy? - in the water, frozen in shock until the thing he’s looking at smiles, a flash of sharp teeth that sends him running screaming for his nanny.
The boy disappears back into the deep, clutching his stolen prize with a grin.
Over the next few years, Steve starts spending more time at the lake. His father is relieved that he seems to be showing some interest in the outdoors, scoffs when his physicians warn about brittle bones and small lungs and an imbalance of the blood. His son will be King one day, it’s not right that he spends all day cooped up inside with his books.
Instead, he takes his books outside and rolls up his trousers, dangles his feet in the water, and reads aloud in his crackly little voice. It usually takes a few minutes for him to hear down in the depths, but Bucky inevitably swims up and tickles his toes before he leans on the lakeside, listening to his friend tell stories. He finds books fascinating, doesn’t understand how so many different worlds can fit into such tiny boxes.
“I have to go away to school.” Steve whispers as the light starts to fall around them, back outside after dinner in the slow heat of the summer evening. “To England. Are there things like you in England?”
“I’ve never met any. I’ve never met anything like me, I’ve always just been here. As long as I can remember.” Bucky leans his chin on Steve’s knee and nuzzles him with his cool, scaly skin. “What’s England?”
“It’s far away, I think.” Steve is ten years old, he can read a map and knows logically that England and boarding school is a long way away, but it’s hard to fathom the distance when he’s spend most of his life right here, in a gilded lake of his own. “I won’t see you for a long time. I can’t write, either, because you can’t read.”
“The paper would get wet.” Bucky nods, solemnly, and flicks up his tail to splash some water at Steve and make him smile. “You’ll come back though, won’t you?”
“I will.” Steve promises, hesitating for a moment before slipping into the water and throwing his arms around Bucky’s neck, trusting him to keep them afloat. “I’ll miss you.”
“I’ll miss you too.” Bucky squeezes Steve tight, the only person who ever does because he’s not scared of hurting his bird bones, and then pushes him back out of the water before he gets cold.
Steve doesn’t get in trouble for falling in the lake, in spite of his wet clothes, because the staff are soft when they’re going to miss him. He leaves for England the next morning, watching the lake through the carriage window until it’s way out of sight. That night, on the boat across the wide, cold sea, he dreams of water and silver eyes watching over him in the dark.
Ballsy: Matrix + Inception + Portal + mirror effects now? Okay. Looks good. Seeing accent comments again (it’s srsly baaaad), but twitter is mostly positive. The cape thing is too CGI, but he gets his shirt off - the Nannies will be creaming their knickers for a while. Nice that the whole cast were there, some awesome smiles, looked like he had fun. There was only live blogging/tweeting, but it seems it was just all about the film/characters - nothing really new, apparently he mixed it with the fans in Hall H after - lovely! :D
When the dust settles we’ll see if any of the whitewashing controversy starts again. And if Tilda saying this helped at all:
Tilda says any of us can be the Ancient One. It’s a title
that passes on. The Ancient One is able to spot a special light in people.
I'm currently crushing on a white guy, we're about the same age & work in the same little company. We talk alot & the more I learn about him the more I develop feelings. I know that he's single, grew up in the carribeans, his dad died in a car accident & his mom was pretty much a deadbeat so he grew up with his older brother and nanny. When he comes and smiles at me I feel so stressed yet good, Idk if he feels the same way or realizes that I really really like & am attracted to him pt1
The last time I saw him, I was on my way with a friend to a marriage odd
coincidence he was close to the Church. He spotted me, he told me that I
looked beautiful. When he left, I told my friend that maybe he just
said it to be nice. She thinks that I should stop being so insecure
& tell him how I feel about him already. My mom prefers a black man
for me & my friend is turkish so I want a real advice from a BW. She
doesn’t understand that I fear being rejected just because I’m black.
Yes, this is the fear for most black women, wondering if someone likes black women or not. And being rejected for being a black woman is painful, no one understands. I think you should maybe consider talking to him about how you feel. Do it on your own time though don’t rush it. It’s not about you being insecure, it’s about you being cautious. Try and build a safe place where you and the guy can talk, and see where it leads from there.
Heyo can I request something where Akashi spends time with his baby and it's just cute and fluffy?
Dorkwad papakashi is what keeps me awake at night
A lot of people believe that Akashi makes one hell of a dad.
But the people in his household would only laugh when they hear that he is a
He wasn’t a bad parent, or at least, he wasn’t like his dad.
He was just an awkward guy in the face of early parenthood.
His partner was out for the day and he told his child’s
nanny to take the day off. He didn’t want to neglect his child like his father
did to him. No, he doesn’t want his child to go through the same thing he did.
With that in mind, he would study and research things on how
to take care of toddlers online during his breaks but none of them prepared him
or the real deal.
His son, Seiji (which his partner named because they said he
looked like him), already knows how to walk by himself, although he still
stumbles once in a while.
“As expected of an
Akashi” his partner would tease him.
Seiji waddled into Akashi’ awaiting arms. Akashi’s
concentrating face was enough to set the entirety of Kyoto but Seiji only
smiled sweetly at him. The same smile he fell for that his son inherited from
Akashi then picked him up and Seiji giggled. Akashi felt the
hairs on the back of his neck stand up when the little boy made grabby hands at
Suddenly, Seiji burst into a fit of giggles. Alright, now he
was confused. What did he do now?
Unbeknownst to him, his partner came home earlier just to
see another side of their husband. And that was exactly what they got.
They were greeted by Akashi kneeling in the middle of their
living room, with an extremely amused toddler boy laughing at his various
facial expressions of confusion that he was unconsciously making.
The original idea was Demon King and His Entourage in more modern clothes and Yusuke’s pose was a really typical straight-on looking at the viewer shot but then I was like NO. THAT’S BORING and erased it. So now it looks like Demon King and His Entourage Where The Tour Bus Has Broken Down So Now He’s Trying to Hail a Car from the Side of the Road. Except these guys probably don’t need a tour bus since they can run non stop for 5 days.
Art supplies talk: I bought these Daniel Smith watercolour sticks
for Now Recharging and needed to test the colours first. They’re pretty great! I’ve been using el cheapo Reeves student watercolours for ages, so upgrading to this was kind of like a colour strength power up?
I used my old Reeves tube paints like pan watercolours for convenience/portability - just squeezing paint out, letting them dry and using that as paint cakes - but tube caps get stuck and then I can’t open them and it drives me craaaazy. So I much prefer this. One stick is supposed to be equivalent to 3 pans, so this should last quite a while.
I forgot the sunday reblog of chapter 4 so if you haven’t read it, go ahead! Or hell,if you haven’t read any of it, start from the beginning!
And for those of you who don’t know what this fic is about, it’s about feelings! And Ben is a single dad who hires Leslie to be his nanny. But mostly feelings! and you will have a lot of them while you read this chapter! I know I did!
★ with Rafe, please. 💛 Feel free to make me cry, I love to suffer aha.
★ - sad headcanon
Rafe didn’t have much of a relationship with his mother. His nanny was more of a mother figure than his own mother. She was too busy being a socialite than worrying about her son. His father was busy running the family business and had time to make sure and humiliate or scold Rafe when he did wrong, but otherwise was fairly absentee. The woman that basically raised Rafe tried to instill a goodness in Rafe, but she died when Rafe was a teen. Much of his anger issues stems from his inability to deal with her death.
In fairness William and Kate Middleton did not lie about William's old nanny. She was pictured with them and attended George's christening. It was sweet that his old nanny helped them out until they hired a full time nanny. It was very disorganised of them not to have hired one in advance of George's birth. Maybe the stories were even true and they wanted to look after him without any hired help.
In fairness they told the press they were not going to have a nanny. Then said they did not have a nanny.
We only found out they had a nanny when she was pictured with them. Meaning they lied.
She was at the Christening AFTER we discovered they did actually have a nanny despite them telling us they did not.
♡ ——— she quickly bends to pick up her clothes, not even realizing it’s his shirt she picks up and pulls over her head; she’s just concerned about getting covered. “ i am so, so, sorry, mr. carbone !! ” she is red with embarrassment, and fiddles with her ring. “ am i fired ?? ” sleeping with her boss had not been planned, and she hoped he didn’t think she took this job as his DAUGHTER’S nanny for this reason.
Louis runs a record label and Harry is his daughter’s new nanny. Over the course of a year, Harry helps Louis learn what it really is to be a father and somehow they find an unexpected home in each other.
Or, the kid fic where Louis wants to make Harry a star, Zayn just needs everyone to stop being stupid, Niall laughs his arse off at everything, Liam attempts to keep things in order and Harry takes a chance.
Harry watches Louis as he scrunches up his nose and bites the end of a pen in concentration. He’s been working on seating arrangements for the past hour and getting more frustrated by the minute. Louis huffs out a breath and glances down at Harry with a soft smile on his lips before he returns to the task at hand. It’s easy, right then, for Harry to let himself believe that they’re planning a seating chart for their own wedding and bickering over who is going to sit where from a list of their own family members. He can let himself daydream about a white picket fence and a dog that they could have within the next year.
It’s like a cold slap in the face when Harry looks to the top of the page to see “Aiden and Louis Grimshaw” at the head table, and Harry has to mentally remind himself for the thousandth time that Louis is not his. Never was, really. He’s just the wedding planner that’s been in love with Louis since he was sixteen.
(or the one where Louis and Harry have a complicated past, Louis is getting married to someone that’s not Harry, and the universe has decided to have a laugh and make Harry the wedding planner.)
Louis sighs and gives himself a mental pep talk as he smooths his jumper down over his hips. He can do this. He can resist the draw of Harry Styles, because he is a responsible, mature adult, and as much as he wants to tangle his fingers in that mess of hair and map those ridiculous tattoos with his tongue, he does not want to get his daughter’s favorite teacher fired.
For three years, Harry has been running from his past. Now, he is moving to London and pledges to fulfil his only dream – making it big in the music industry. Not everyone has a place, though, and the competition is tough. As is his past catching up on him.
Louis is part of the biggest boy band of the world, and getting there had meant a lot of hard work, as well as sacrificing parts of his heart and soul. He’s still happy. Maybe not as happy as he could be, but who is he to complain?
Featuring Perrie as Harry’s adorable flatmate, Niall as his manager, and Liam and Zayn as Louis’ bandmates.
Eighteen year old Harry Styles just graduated high school and landed a summer job as a waterboy for his favorite football team. His job description is simple: be ready to hand water and towels to players if needed. That didn’t seem to include Louis Tomlinson though, a twenty-three year old, recently transferred Paris Saint-German player, who seems to like making Harry’s job much more difficult than it has to be.
A self-indulgent AU that takes place over the summer of 2015. 18 year old Harry hates pining after people he can’t have, and 23 year old footballer Louis loves flirting with people even though it never means anything.
He was mesmerised by the guy on the bar. Laughing and singing along to the song, grinding and thrusting in time to the music, shaking his cocktail shaker.
“Relax, don’t do it when you wanna come . Relax, don’t do it, when you wanna suck do it, relax don’t do it, when you wanna come..”
Harry’s throat felt constricted, rooted to the spot.
“When you wanna come…”
He came to his senses and edged through the crowd, not taking his eyes from the guy, gyrating and tossing his shaker. He flipped it down to a girl behind the bar and concentrated on his moves, grabbing his crotch, throwing his head back, tongue out.
Harry could feel himself getting hard in his pants. It was the most erotic thing he had ever seen. The guy was standing on the same spot but stamping his feet, arms aloft, rolling his hips suggestively. He brought his head forward to the crowd and locked eyes with Harry. His jaw fell open, mouth slack, pupils blown.
Or the one where Harry and his friends hit Vegas for post Uni blow out, he meets a bar owner called Louis who rocks his world. Pure lust overtakes them both but it’s more, it’s just so much more than that..
Louis and Zayn’s lives revolve around running a hotel by the sea, Harry is a student who wants a life far from home for just a little while, Niall doesn’t know where life leads him and Liam thinks he has already found all purposes in his life.
I don’t know if you get to choose who you fall in love with, who ends up taking a little piece of your heart with them when they leave. If someone had asked me, I don’t think I would have chosen Harry Styles, and I don’t know if he’d have chosen me. But standing here, looking back through the crystal clear lens of hindsight, I like my choices.
“Stay,” Harry whispers desperately, pressing his lips to Louis’ temple like he can somehow ease the pain that’s blooming there, but he can’t make the pain stop and no matter how hard he tries he can’t make Louis stay.
AU where harry and louis are strangers but they always get the same train to work in the morning and one day harry falls asleep on louis’ shoulder. louis wants to be annoyed because harry just broke a least seven rules of tube conduct but he looks so soft and peaceful that he just lets him sleep and wakes him ever so carefully when it’s his stop. it happens again and again until it becomes a regular thing where louis will let harry snooze and then gently nudge him awake, hand him the cup of coffee he took from him so it wouldn’t slip and spill everywhere and send him off with a “have fun at work, love” and after the tenth time harry isn’t even embarrassed anymore.
Cue changing work schedules, missing each other for the first time in weeks, panicking because “i don’t even know his name, why didn’t i ask for his name”, dramatic waiting on platforms and finally bumping into each other again when they least expect it
‡ (little Margot had a hard time climbing into Papa's very high bed)
Send me ‡ for my character’s reaction to yours climbing into bed with mine.
Henry didn’t hear the patter of little footsteps as his youngest daughter ran into his room, escaping her nannies, he didn’t even wake from his sleep until he felt her tiny hand wrap around his finger as she struggled to climb up into his bed.
Looking down at her with bleary eyes and a half smile, the King whispered to his little princess. “Another nightmare, my love?” Lifting her into the bed beside him as she nodded tearfully. He placed her in the middle, lining cushions along the empty side so she wouldn’t fall if she rolled, Henry wiped her eyes and held her close to his chest.
“Your Maman used to have nightmares too when she was a girl.” He told her, hoping it’d help her feel a little better. Nodding to confirm when she looked up at him in disbelief he went on. “She did. She used to scary monsters in her dreams and papa had to be her brave Prince and scare them all away. Do you want to know how?” He asked, smiling as she nodded, looking up at him with those beautiful big eyes. Catherine’s eyes. “I used to sing to her.” Chuckling as she did, Henry kissed her forehead. “It’s true, I’d sing to her until she had good dreams instead. Would you like to see if I can scare your monsters away too?” He asked, already knowing what her answer would be.
Singing to her softly, the same song he’d sing to her mother, the King waited until his baby girl fell into a seemingly peaceful slumber. Kissing her cheek with an affectionate smile, he whispered to her once more before his eyes too closed.
Look out! Here comes [YAMAZAKI KENTO], an [EXPERIENCED] magical boy! He fights with a [MAGNETIC SHIELD] that becomes a [RETAINER] when kept hidden. He’s a member of [TEAM HARMONY]. You might spot him as a [STUDENT].