answer bag

Vimeo debuts Brian Petsos’ short on Monday.
Oscar Isaac is having quite the meltdown in The Hollywood Reporter’s exclusive clip of Lightningface.

The 20-minute short film stars the actor as Basil, a man who gets struck by lightning and wakes to find his face scarred. He quickly spirals out of control, sequestering himself in his apartment, calling out of work and cutting ties with his loved ones as he begins to believe that he’s part of an otherworldly transformation.

In the clip of the short, Basil has resorted to covering his damaged face with a paper bag whenever answering the door. He’s greeted by an odd stuffed animal that takes things to another level, to say the least.

Lightningface is Isaac’s second collaboration with director Brian Petsos, as the two previously worked together on the short film Ticky Tacky.

Vimeo debuts the short on Monday.

Video clip available here:


@charliexowrite Here’s the paper bag on his head 😂

For being someone who’s always sleeping or talking about sleeping or wishing he were asleep Aizawa sure likes being up late at night, doesn’t he

who would have thought I’d have found yet another reason for finding this man relatable

haewynfirebow  asked:

Okay, yes hello, I saw one of your other asks and I'm curious now, WHAT THE HELL IS BAGGED MILK??? I'm a US resident and I have never heard of such a thing please explain to this confused person?


An introduction by a certified™ Canadian

Milk is sold in these plastic bags…

… which you slide into these special jugs…

… then you cut off the corner to make a spout…

… and voilà! Enjoy your bagged milk!

What He Sees

Characters: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: angst, self doubt and self loathing, fan hate, fluff, mild smut

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: This is the SECOND fic for my 6k celebration and one year fic-i-versary. The line requested was, “You should be able to see that I’m 90% crap..” It will be highlighted in the fic. This is written for Steph, @torn-and-frayed Hope you like it, dear. Thanks for celebrating with me.

Tags at the end

Feedback welcome and appreciated

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

Hi, I'm looking for some Serpent Jughead stories. I see you've shared other recs in the past so I thought I'd ask you. Do you have any recs?

DUDE YES! I am a SUCKER for Serpent Juggie. Whether it’s fairly canon compliant and Juggie only becomes a Serpent following Season 1 - or it’s completely AU and he grew up on the Southside as a Serpent all along - I am HERE for Juggie the Serpent.

I’ll posts just a few of some of the WIPs I’ve been reading and a couple finished fics too. There have been SO MANY good Serpent fics since the finale - this is just a couple.

the winged beast by onceuponamirror 

Into The Black by @camelotskingz

The Serpent and His Prom Queen by @serenecalamity

Friends With Benefits by @juggieheadcoopers- prepare for angst

Ash and Smoke by saltyhowell 

A Dangerous Game by @bughead4days(Betts is a Serpent too!)

Night Rider by @bughead4days- just got posted today!

Finding a home by @bughead4days 

Turf Wars by @bughead4days (only it’s Betty who is a serpent)

Where The Wild Roses Grow by @believe-that-you-can-my-friend​ 

Fruit Punch Lips & Leather Jacket Dreams by @believe-that-you-can-my-friend*

Another Prompt by @believe-that-you-can-my-friend*

And okay so there are a bajillion more. 

Can my fellow Buggies share their favourites too please?

*Added after original posting

1 | Save Me

word count: 

series warnings: violence, gore, probably smut at some point I mean it’s me we’re talking about, this chapter has mention of non-con

Originally posted by annabartollo

masterlist | ask | next

Another gloomy day, another substitute teacher. You looked up at the elderly man who stood at the front of the classroom, he was wearing brown slacks and a messily ironed green plaid shirt, no wedding ring, no signs of any life beyond being a substitute teacher at the university. Pity dawned on you when you noticed his face burning with embarrassment when the wave of realisation that he had no idea what he was doing washed over him. Not being able to watch the old man struggle any longer you raised your hand, to the surprise of everybody in the room, 

“Yes Y/N?" 

"Sir would you like me to help? I still have some of Mr Lee’s lesson plans in my bag I could-" 

"That won’t be necessary Y/N. I’m perfectly capable of doing things myself.” The man scolded before he turned around to write some equations on the board, he was much harsher than you anticipated. 

Exhaling deeply you slouched back into your chair, you missed your old professor, Mr Lee. He was a much nicer man. Though he was younger than most professors, he was always very friendly, smart and helpful, everything a professor should be. And being a high achiever in his class didn’t go unnoticed, once a week he would let you teach your group, and with you being president of the student union it meant that nobody could argue with his decision either. Other students had their theories, that you and he were secretly hooking up on late night study sessions, either that or the only reason he was so nice to you was because his younger brother was your flat mate. However none of the rumours were true, except from you living with his brother who was also a student. But that all changed two weeks ago, nobody knows exactly what happened but Mr Lee just vanished out of nowhere, completely disappeared off the face of the Earth. Of course there were varying theories, but nobody saw anything, nobody heard anything, nobody knew anything. And so your fate of having to face substitute teacher after substitute teacher day after day was sealed. 

“She’s feisty today.” The orange haired boy sat next to you muttered, loud enough for you to hear, 

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

Okay so ideas for a sachet to help me at an art meeting? I'll be discussing a piece I worked for months on but I'm really bad at vocalizing ideas so any ideas on what may be good?

Charm bag for Expressing creativity

  • an orange bag
  • a golden or silver ribbon
  • bay leaf
  • chamomile
  • basil
  • rose petals
  • cloves
  • labradorite or calcite crystal

Light a candle, ground, meditate (or not), just as you would do for any ritual. Then take all your ingredients one by one, focus on the intent you want to put in them and add them into the bag. While closing it, charge it with your positive energy.

Carry that bag with you the day of the meeting and take the time to smell it and focus on the creativity energy it contains before starting your speech.

Good luck!

The Witch Is In - Ask me anything

Stereotypical (3)

Bucky Barnes x reader AU (short series)

Notes: swearing, flirting, mentions of child abuse and alcoholism (past), angst, mentions of sex.

Summary: As a PA/secretary, you are all too familiar with the fantasies nearly all men share: banging their hot assistant. Former jobs haven’t worked out for you for that exact reason, and now starting out at a new company, as the secretary for the CEO of the hottest modelling agency in the country, you’re hoping this one will be different. But after meeting your new boss, Mr J.B. Barnes, you’re not so sure if it will be. Then again, maybe Mr Barnes is not as stereotypical as you think he is.  

A/N: Okay, so. Shit is gonna hit the fan on this one. Enter: Steve, Tony and Pepper. It might feel like I’m skipping over some crucial stuff, but don’t worry! I’ll get to that. Enjoy! 

Business went on as usual for the next few days, the only thing different was that James wouldn’t let you go to meetings alone anymore with anyone he didn’t know. You’d jumped up and down, pleaded left and right, but he wouldn’t have any of it. After finally giving in, James took you to lunch and had to physically pull a folder out of your hands to get you to eat.

Keep reading

Hi! I’m Yoongi. I work full-time as a videographer and photographer (and occasionally take part in cinematography work). 

I’m currently staying in Korea and taking a break from travelling and trying to focus on professional projects based in Seoul.

If you’re curious about anything like my work, equipment, my personal life, or anything else; don’t be shy and come ask me here!

Min Yoongi, a 26-year-old videographer based in Seoul, South Korea, is gaining popularity from his cinematic youtube videos and short film productions, as well as his occasional work in blockbuster movies! But in his seemingly normal life 


Admin here, I’m formerly @ask-mintwinsarchive and fuckedy cookery I said a few months, it turned into a week. Anyway, I’m back, and I think I’m going to enjoy this AU and it’ll be organised for once. So, enjoy Yoongi’s lil adventures and ot7 shenanigans whilst I try not to fuck up lmao.

Falling Playbook 2

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

Subtitle: Setting the Rules

Characters: Jeon Jungkook | You | Mentions of BTS

Genre: smut | college!au | fwb!au

Word Count: 12.5k

Summary: Jungkook and I want to test the waters before we start anything serious.

Masterlist | previous part

It was Monday; first out of five days which were going to determine whether Jungkook and I could be friends or not. We had five days to test the waters before we could proceed with our arrangement. By Friday, we would either start our sexual adventure or just settle for that one time thing we had already shared. Regardless of the outcome, I was excited. It was new to me, and I just couldn’t help but smile whenever I thought about it.

Keep reading

TalesFromRetail: The Fishing Section

Hello, I work at the blue department store in Australia.

In this story, I am working as a customer greeter at the front door. I do not like this position. The shifts drag on here. But the basics of it are to greet people, give directions and answer questions and “check bags” as people leave.

Anyway, here we go:

Me: Hi, How are you today?

Customer: Good thank you, where is your fishing section?

This was a difficult question to answer because I was aware of the fact that the fishing section was being reintroduced into our store after a few year absence. I also knew we had some stock out the back. However, I wasn’t sure if it was out yet since this was my first shift in a little while and I hadn’t been in that area of the store yet.

Me: I’m not sure sorry, let me go ask my manager and I will get back to you.

We have a few managers in the store and one of them was just a few metres away. It wasn’t like this was a long wait for the customer.


I was shocked, aggravated and pissed off. As I started to walk over to the manager, the customer looked out into the store and;

Customer: Don’t bother, I can see the fishing rods over there. Thank you for nothing.

He then walks off muttering under his breath. Oh well, I go back putting on my fake smile and saying hello to people walking in and hoping that they would be one of those people that was nice enough to reply.

The shift ends, the store is closed and I make my way to the staff exit. Thinking about that customer, I look over to see where he was looking. I see poles sticking out above the shelves and thought “oh there’s the fishing section”.

A few seconds later, I realised that this was in the middle of our manchester section. I then thought “oh that is an unusual spot for it”.

Then it dropped on me, that aisle where the poles were sticking out was the curtains aisle. The things sticking out were CURTAIN RODS. I broke out in laughter, I was dying of it. As I signed out, my manager asked what was up and all I asked him was “Is the fishing section in yet”

TL:DR- You can’t go fishing with curtain rods. I think at least.

By: Nicholas_The_Great

anonymous asked:

But what if Yuris legs are so thin that no matter how slim his jeans are, they are still slightly loose? That caused him to basically live in Leggins and High Wasted Shorts. Just think of poor beka now... ~Kitten

I LIVE for any and all headcanons regarding Yuri’s Legs™

I love my adorable kitten in leggings. His leggings go with everything. Black leggings with a tiger tee? No problem. Leopard print leggings with one of Otabek’s hoodies that’s way too big on him? Perfect. Comfortable. Adorable. Shows off that ass he’s so proud of.

and you know how I feel about my pretty boy in high waisted shorts and crop tops

Damian Wayne/ Robin X Reader- Murder Kitten

After this post, there will only be 2 requests left!! Yay!!!!!  Also, this was requested by @abigailredgrave, who requests some pretty awesome stuff!!! I hope you guys enjoy this and have a nice day!!!!  If I am counting this right, THIS IS MY ONE HUNDREDTH FANFIC!!!! YYYAAYYY!!!

Warning: Swearing 

Keep reading

Handprints (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Summary: You almost hit Bucky Barnes with your car, leaving an impressive handprint on your hood. If only you knew then what else those hands would do.

 Words: 1,308

 Warnings: blood, bruising, near-death action stuff, swearing, smut,

 A/N: I really wanted to experiment with my writing style for this one, I tried to make it feel more like a poem or stylized prose while taking a kind of minimalist approach, but I didn’t really stick to that as strictly as I would have liked. I’d love to hear what ya’ll think about the style (and anything else- i’m always open to constructive criticism)

HUGE shout-out to the amazing @lowkeybuckytrash for proofreading this for me and being an all around wonderful person <3 <3

Your hand searches blindly for the ringing phone in your bag. You’re trying to keep your eyes on the road. Finally, you find it in the depths of your bag and answer the call without looking. “Talk to me.” You pull up to a red light and roll to a stop.

“Hey, this is Hill. Are you on your way to the tower? There’s been a development in the case, we need you here for the mission brief, ASAP.”

The light turns green, you rush forward.

“Yeah, I’m already on my way, just a few blocks out. What happened that it’s suddenly so urgent?”

“Another scientist has gone missing, this is more serious than we thought.”

“Alright, I’ll be there in a-SHIT!”

You slam the brakes.

A hand! The screeching of tires and the sound of crunching metal. A metal hand crashes into the hood of your car, forcing you to a stop. You look up, shaken; bright blue eyes glare at you through the windshield. The lights had changed, you hadn’t noticed.

Keep reading