arcade rides

me: can i be any softer for joshua?
joshua: :)
me: turns out i can

Dating JB would include

Originally posted by jaesbum

Im Jaebum

-the perfect man
-best friend relationship
-with tense moments in between
- ;)
-him taking pictures of you when you aren’t looking
-you getting mad and chasing him to delete it
-you’ll never succeed
-he’s too fast and will protect the precious moment he captured
-he needs someone who can handle him
-like legit probably get into arguments over the tiniest things
-“i swear you better not”
- ur gonna do it
- “you’re not the boss of me excuse”
- “Y/N don’t you da-”
- “are you going to stop me????”
- “don’t y/N STO-”
- “WATCH M E”
- “I SAID N O”
- meanwhile the boys are panicking in the other room because of all the yelling
- but when they come check it’s just you guys fighting bc of a video game
- “guys guys guys it’s just a ga-”
- both of you: “SHUT UP JACKSON NO ONE ASKED YOU”
- play fighting
- so many inside jokes
- you guys could be looking at one of the other members do something and give each other that look
- and burst out into laughter
- double dates w/ Youngjae
- he loves you two so mUCH
- in public the most you’ll get is hand holding
- but in closed spaces
- hEHEH
- he always has his arms around you
- pokes your legs
- your tummy
- and you slap his hands away
- but he keeps doing it bc it annoys you
- but mostly because he thinks you’re so c u t e and hot at the same time
- “you’re so cute jagiya”
- “hm?”
- “nothing”
- u heard and ur eternally blushing holy moly
- the boys adore you
- because their leader can get angry
- but u know how to calm him down
- and you aren’t scared to argue with him
- random gifts
- BOY ABOUT TO GIVE YOU A SCRAPBOOK
- IT’LL BE THE CUTEST THING
- So many pictures of you that you didn’t know about
- and of the two of you together
- of places where you guys visited
- pictures of you sleeping with lil captions that he wrote on the side
- when you’re sad he’ll hold you and tell you to stop being dumb
- and he’ll start making jokes about Jackson and BamBam probably
- and you can’t stay sad when you’re with him
-you’re his safe place and he’s yours
- you and Nora taking cat naps together
- and he thinks it’s the most precious thing in the world oh my god
- there are hardly any serious pictures of the two of you together
- you guys could spend hours laughing and making fun of each other
- if you live together beware
- there’s a silent ongoing prank war going on
- you’ll be coming out of the bathroom at night and he’s waiting outside to scare you
- “W HY ARE YO U LIKE TH I S”
- He’s dying with laughter on the floor
- “Yah jagi let me in im sORRY”
- the door slowly opens
- insert horror movie music
- “You can’t stay mad at m- OHMYFXKC”
-“THAT WASNT FAIR
- Now you’re laughing but u better run
- babygirl kind of guy
- you’ll be lying together in bed and he just gets real close
-starts whispering random things
- some not so random
- “c'monnn babygirl~”
- and he’ll smile right after
- late night car rides
- arcades
- clubs
- he’ll take you anywhere and everywhere
- you frame some of the pictures he takes
- and when he finds out about the pictures you have of him on your phone he tries to delete them
- but can’t figure out your password
- and whenever you fight with him he remembers about the pictures and can’t stay mad
- “I hate you get away from me”
- “You’re a horrible liar Y/N”
- “No I really do actually hate you”
- “Is that why you have all those pictures of me in your phone?”
- d e a t h g l a r e
- “you’re so cute when you’re mad”
- basically a relationship with Im Jaebum is filled with adventures and life and so much love that the two of you show in subtle ways
- whether it’s you listening to him sing and helping him through whatever he needs, big or small
- or him being your best friend and soulmate, always feeling the need to protect and love you
- you guys love each other like little kids and that’s all you could ever ask for

Gem Things Steven Has Inherited.

1.) A malleable, stretchy form.

2.) A natural protective instinct for his homeland.

3.) Personal space? What’s what?

4.) A talent for dancing and singing.

5.) Like other gems we’ve met, an urge to hide darker emotions.

6.) Very independent for a boy his age, especially compared to other children. When he wants to do something important, he wants to do it alone.

7.) Magic, of course.

8.) Stronger than most humans his size.

9.) His body ages with his mind.

10.) Sense of humor, while more advanced, is still very literal; relies on puns, and is not always understood by those around him.


11.) T E E TH

When Night Comes *Vamp!Bucky Barnes x Reader*

Title: When Night Comes |The Lost Boys (1987) au|
Ratings: Explicit content (18+); Smut later on. Mentions of blood and violent topics. Murder & aggressive behaviour. Vampires and supernatural monsters.
Characters: Bucky Barnes, The lost boys characters (some), Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton & Sam Wilson /Alongside/ Sharon Carter, Tony Stark, Wanda Maximoff & Rumlow
Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Steve (great-great-grandson to Bucky - explained). Sharon Carter x Reader (siblings)

Summary: You had just moved to a small beach town in Santa Carla, California with your sister, Sharon. You spend most nights on the boardwalk as your sister works at a small cinema in town. After an accidental run in with the mysterious, Bucky Barnes, motorcycle gang leader things go a little upside down. Something about you lures him in and something about him gives you apprehension. Like most women though, you’re attracted to him, although most women aren’t seen again.

I’m sorry this part is so long. I wanted to introduce The Lost Boys without actually introducing them, making this over two-thousand words, I am awfully sorry. Everyone blame my best friend @promarvelfangirl​ she never told me not to!


You gaze out of the car’s window, head resting against the glass as you take in the sights. The sun blazing and hot, your new life in sunny California is beginning today. You sigh gently and push yourself off of the window, sitting up against the leather interior of you sisters car, glancing her way. Her golden hair was illuminated by the California sun, her eyes looked tired but hopeful. Sharon needed out of your hometown, not wanting her to go off on her own, you tagged along because it seemed you both needed fresh new starts.

“So, our apartment is right near the beach. Close to the boardwalk,” Sharon breaks the silence. “I have an enough money saved from…”  she trailed off before starting again, “from before, that should be enough to hold us over on rent for a few months.”

You nod slowly. “That’s good, there’s bound to be jobs here for us.” You shrug, Sharon let’s out a little chuckle of an agreement.

“This is gonna be fun,” it sounds like she’s trying to convince herself more than you. “Us, two sisters, leaving our horrible lives behind. Starting anew, it’s gonna be good!”

Sharon pulls up outside the apartment building, it’s a small little complex area, gated and looks nice enough. You both get out of the car; Sharon is smiling widely up at the building making you smile, she needed this and you’re more than willing to make this work. You watch as Sharon gets the keys to the place, her smile never faltering even when you park the car in the lot, and getting the few bags you brought with you both.

The apartment was medium sized, open planned too. Two bedrooms and one bathroom, it had a little balcony that overlooked the beach and the boardwalk. This was now your new home, it would do as a Kickstarter place, eventually you actually wanted a house but leaving with a few clothes and little money meant this was it. You pulled your bags into your room, it was homely; a small double bed up against the window and a wardrobe plus vanity. The walls were an off-white, carpet a light grey, simple and just what you needed.

“Hey, tonight we should go walk along the beach and boardwalk, see if there are any available jobs.” Sharon leans against your doorframe, you give a gentle nod as you sit on the bed. “I just want to say, thanks, for coming with me. I know leaving all your friends and our parents behind were difficult.” She smiles sincerely, you give a little grin back.

“Listen, we’re a team, me and you.” You stand up and walk to your older sister, “I couldn’t let my partner in crime leave without me, that boring old town wouldn’t have been any fun without Shazza,” you hip bump her and she laughs rolling her eyes. “Ice creams are on me,” you call as she turns to leave.

“You bet your ass they’re on you, Y/N.”

*

The boardwalk in the evening looked beautiful. The sounds of music coming from the arcades plus the few rides, people’s mindless chatter as they walk or sit. The bright lights illuminated the area with red, white and yellow. Sharon walked on ahead a little, not one for stopping and taking in the sights. Your eyes cast over the crowd by the entrance; California was different to what you were used to, the people and places, it would take some time to get used to.

Originally posted by halloweenmagick

Your eyes glance over a group of men, all crowded around one, motorcycles all lined up. All clad in leather jackets, ripped jeans and biker gloves. They were parked outside the entrance to the boardwalk, the place you wanted to go into once Sharon had looked around. One was sat on his bike, white hair slicked back and black coat, a smirk as he watched one of his friends talk. His white hair made his pale skin look slightly less ghostly, although his cerulean eyes stood out against his white complexion. A girl clung to the back of him, bright auburn hair that even at night looked fiery, a red leather jacket and ripped jeans. Her hair looked vibrant against her pale skin, her dainty hands stroked through the male’s hair affectionately causing you to look away.

“Y/N?” Your name was called; you turned to Sharon who was stood outside of a small theatre. You stroll over, a male stands beside your sister, kind face and smile as he smoked on the cigarette careful to not blow smoke in your face. “This is Clint, he owes this cinema,” you look and see what movies are playing. Only two; The Fearless Vampire Killers and The Wolf Man.

You glanced at Clint, his sandy blonde hair and kind blue eyes, he had a few tattoos up his arms but most were covered by his rolled-up grey sleeves. “Those look like old horror movies.” You observe and he nods once.

“This movie theatre has been around for years,” Clint smiles. “Plus old horrors are classics, kid. Besides people come here to make out and not watch the movies, it’s here where everyone’s parents got together.” You chuckled with Sharon at that. “Anyway, Sharon we’ve got a job opening, our last ticket rep hasn’t been turning up.” He shrugs gently and stubs the cigarette out on the floor with his boot.

“I’ll take it,” Sharon says almost instantly, you give her a look but she shrugs you off. “It’s a good starting point, listen I’m gonna talk to Clint some more, I’ll text you when I’m done. Go have fun,” she nudges you away, you sigh gently but do as she says, giving a last look to Clint who smiles softly.

You slowly walk back towards the boardwalk entrance, kicking a few stones with your black converse. You peek up through your lashes to the motorcycles, none of the gang was there, you gave a little sigh of relief; it’s not that you thought they’d say anything to you but that little nagging feeling tugged at your stomach, a sign you should have listened to when back at home. You looked at the bikes as you got closer, all black and shiny, big handlebars and a few decorated with stickers. 

As you walked past, you hear someone shout, thinking it was Sharon calling for you, you turn but stumble and bump into someone and lost your footing.

You fall backwards and land on something, whatever it was fell with you and crashed to the floor, you fall on top of it. You groan in pain, your back was pressing into something hard and cold. When you opened your eyes the colour drained from your face, you had knocked over one of their motorcycles. You shot up and begin trying to pull it up, it was too heavy, of course. Nothing looked broken, you hoped; the first day here and you’re already going to get on some gang’s hit list, for sure.

“Did you do this?” A deep voice called, you stopped trying to pull on the handle and your heart rate picked up in speed.

Originally posted by yourlipbalm

Slowly you turned around and the air got stuck in your throat. You hadn’t seen this man amongst the crowd of people, you would have remembered him. His eyes were a deep, stormy grey, that stood out against his light skin. Dark stubble littered across his clenched jaw, framing pink lips that were pulled into a frown. The man’s hair was long, tickling against his jaw and he swept a hand to push some behind his ear, both hands covered by black, fingerless, leather gloves.

You debated on lying, he looked menacing and tall, broad shoulders hidden under a black leather jacket. “Uh-yes, I did.” He raised an eyebrow, “but it was by accident, I swear. I heard someone yell, I tripped and fell into it, I really didn’t meant to. God, I am so sorry, I’ll pay any damages.” You rush, holding your hands to him and he continued to stare at you for a few seconds. You gulped when he stepped to you, you held your breath not knowing what he was going to do but instead he stepped around you, gripping the bike and pulling it up with ease. “…I am really sorry.” You mumble.

You watched as he examined his motorcycle, you crossed your arms over your stomach and frowned, praying no damage had been done. Truthfully, you didn’t have any money to give him to pay for damages. You cursed yourself for meeting a handsome guy this way, breaking his motorcycle; not that you think you’d have a chance with him but it would have been nice to meet this sinful guy in different circumstances. Eventually, his eyes drifted up to you, you tried not to look too worried or afraid.

“It’s fine,” you let out a long sigh and started to breathe normally. “You’re not from around here,” it was a statement more than a question, you nodded once. “Yeah, people around here usually put a lot of space between themselves and me or our bikes.” You frowned, turning to see that people kept their distance from you and this guy, giving curious but concerned glances to him. “They’d also blame another person.”

“Well, not gonna lie, I thought about it.” You chuckled nervously and he smirked with a nod. “Again I’m really sorry, I’m just clumsy. I think I hurt myself more than your bike.” You joked lightly.

His eyebrows knit together. “You’re not bleeding!” You frowned back him, how would he know that? “I meant, are you bleeding?” He corrected himself, placing his hands in his pockets.

“No, I don’t think so. Gonna have a gnarly bruise though,”

Did I just really use the word gnarly? You thought to yourself, cringing as his eyebrows raised. “I’m gonna… go, let you go about your evening. Sorry, again.” You turn and leave, cursing yourself for being so idiotic and annoying, he definitely thinks you’re weird. Not that his opinion matters, although, when did these butterflies appear in your stomach? But you couldn’t figure out if they were those anxious, warning you of him butterflies or actual nervous, shy butterflies.

You walked into the boardwalk; still thinking about that awkward and cringey encounter. First day here and already you’re making the wrong impression on people. The arcades music filled your ears, children and teenagers playing the games to win those crappy prizes. Your eyes landed on the guys from earlier with the white hair, he’s without the girl but two others; a curly blonde with a dark jacket that has patches on the arms and back. Plus a brunette with longer hair past his shoulders, an earring dangled out of his left ear, he also looked to be wearing no shirt under his black jacket and a very strange necklace dangled around his neck. The man with white hair turned to the yell of the name, “David”, your eyes drifted to see the broad-shouldered guy who you had run in with.

You slowly walked past but the distance made it difficult to hear what they are talking about. You assume the white haired man is named David, he places his pale hand on the blonde’s shoulder, smirking at something he said. You’re too caught up in staring at them to realise you’re about to walk into an arcade game: you smash into the large metal object, a shriek leaving your lips at the suddenness. The sudden bash from you causes the game’s music to loudly ring out, you cringe back and glance around seeing if anyone saw that.

To your unfortunate luck, the men are all staring, David and the two others don’t seem that bothered but chuckle to themselves… but the other one, the one you looked a fool in front of earlier, has an eyebrow raised and amused smirk; the second time you’ve done something stupid in front of him. You feel the heat rush to your cheeks, turning away quickly and leaving in the opposite direction seemed like the best escape.

“Y/N!” You turn, still in eyeshot of him and his eyes trail to your sister and back to you, his mouth moving but eyes boring into you; you try not to look back at him. “You okay? You look a little flushed.” Sharon frowns, pressing her hand to your forehead.

You push her hand away, chuckling at her motherly personality. “I’m fine, just a little hot from all that walking.” You lie but she buys it; turning her head she looks around the boardwalk and turns back to you with a small frown.

“Why are those guys staring over here?” She nods in the direction you’ve been keen on not looking to, you shrug gently. “Creeps! Come on, let’s go get some food.” You nod, letting Sharon grab your hand and pull you away. Glancing behind yourself, the men aren’t there anymore, you frown slightly but put your attention back to your sister. “So, Clint has given me the job. I start officially tomorrow,” you smile a little and nod, not really paying her too much attention. The nagging feeling, this itch, that feels like someone is watching you makes you feel paranoid and unsettled.

You glance around, narrowing your eyes at the crowds of people but no one really stands out. “That’s nice.” Sharon hums in agreement.

“Apparently, the previous person was his sister but she has been MIA and not turned up.”

Sharon continues to talk about the work she’ll have to do. You try and pay attention, trying not to feed into the paranoia feeling you have. Only it kept growing like someone was closing in on you, your heart picked up in speed but no one stood out in the crowd. You suggest leaving, claiming to be tired from the long journey and walking around. As you leave the Boardwalk the revving of engines pulls you from Sharon’s attention, all the motorcycles starting up.

None wearing helmets, all decked out in leather or denim. A few even have the New Romantics style mixed with the dark vibe that David had going on. The girl was perched on the back of his motorcycle, smirking at another blonde who had long, swept hair and bright blue eyes. The other blonde, with the patch jacket, was the first one to speed off and down the road. The brunette followed, almost racing him and hollering, you frowned at the recklessness they seemed to have.

“Ladies,” a clear, smooth voice calls. You cast your eyes to see David looking directly at you and Sharon, a smirk upturning at the corners of his lips, “Welcome to Santa Carla.” You frowned at his greeting, did his friend tell him about you? Does he just know you’re not from around here?

You nod in thanks, hearing a silent hiss from Sharon to leave. “Thank you?” Your voice making the words sound like a question, he lets out a chuckle. The girl clinging to him looking at you, her green eyes against pale skin making her look outworldly, her eyes narrowed as she glares.

“Don’t mind him, he likes to make people uncomfortable.” Your eyes drift to the person with a deep, soft voice. He now has his hair tied back into a small bun at the nape of his neck, his forearms are resting on the handlebars of his motorcycle. A smirk cast to his friend and then to you, a wink dropping with his right eye. You feel the heat rise to your cheeks, Sharon links her arm through yours and gently pulls you away. He gives a wave as you’re pulled away from them.

You hear the engines roar to life and then the motorcycles speeding off, you glance and watch as they drive off down the road. “They’re trouble, Y/N. Stay away from him,” Sharon mumbles, also watching them drive off. “Clint said there’s a motorcycle gang around, real trouble makers. I don’t want you getting involved!” You nod and walk home in relative silence on your end, your mind thinking back to the man on the motorcycle.

(I appreciate feedback and what you think will happen in this series- I’ve taken ideas from various movies. Let me know if there’s anything you want to see happen. Thank you for the patience, I’ve been having problems with my laptop that I hope will be fixed over the weekend. Fortunately, I have a mum who loves that I’m blogging and writing and has lent me her laptop. So, shout out to my mammy, Michele, what a saint. -  Rosalie)


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Venus signs aesthetics:

(Pt. 1 Fire signs)

Aries: Flower petal trails, candle lit bedrooms, steamy kisses, fingers tracing skin, goosebumps, partners in crime, adrenaline rushes.


Leo: Piggy back rides, arcades, sharing food, dominant kisses, couple rings, frequent touching, junk food.


Sagittarius: Road trips, spontaneous kisses, lighting fireworks, fast food, outplaying CD’s, LED lit rooms, partying.

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Coney Island - Daddy Daze (Bucky)

Originally posted by danskjavlarna

By: ProMarvelFanGirl

Pairing: daddy!Bucky x Reader

A/n:  New Daddy Daze posted every Monday!  I am also taking requests!

Requested by: @prettiestsupersoldier -Thank you so much again lovely!

DADDY DAZE MASTERLIST


You watched as James hopped from foot to foot in excitement as he brushed his teeth.   Bucky had promised when he turned 7 he would be able to go to Coney Island and ride all the rides.   Bucky had asked you to come but when James heard he pouted.  He just wanted a man’s day no mommies allowed.

So you agreed to stay home and let the boys have their fun.  As Bucky checked his pocket for his phone and wallet, you told James to behave and stay with his dad at all times.  “He’ll be fine doll, I got this under control.  Ya don’t need to worry.”

You followed your boys as they headed out the door, “Don’t let him eat too much junk food!  Make sure the seatbelt on every ride is secure!  And make sure that you take breaks, and drink water.”

Bucky unlocked the car for James allowing him to jump in and get buckled, “Doll I swear I will bring our son back in one piece. Don’t worry I got this!  I love you.  Now go relax.”

After pecking your pouting lips, he ran to the car, jumping in and pulling away.  You make a face when you realize neither of them even waved or looked back.

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- ethan falling asleep with his head in mark’s lap and mark Refusing To Move A Muscle for the next 3 hours 

- ethan being sick and wrapped up in blankets and mark giving him endless kisses until ethan feels better

- driving out to the desert at sunset, stargazing on the roof of mark’s car while music plays from the radio

- beach dates with chica

- mark is ALWAYS the one to initiate pda. if mark gets too mushy around friends Ethan bats him away with a laugh and calls him gay

- mark always eats off ethans plate during dinner dates

- ethan naps with his head rests against mark’s shoulder or rested in mark’s lap

- Mark teaching ethan german, ethan helping mark with his guitar lessons and teaching him uke as well

- mark off-camera being such a softie, telling ethan how important and vlued he is by everyone, constantly saying how much he loves ethan, how glad he is that they met, and showering ethan in affection 

- Mark’s dates are simple and chill, going to themed diners, going out for walks at night, going to drive-in theaters, getting ice cream and cloud watching; ethans dates are built on more action, going rollerskating, going to arcades, petting zoos, horseback riding, anything with extreme engagement and excitement 

Carnival Rides

(A/N): I imagined this one cuter in my head but it didn’t quite turn out that way…

Pairings: BuckyXReader

Summary: Bucky loves carnivals but (Y/N) is scared of heights

Warnings: None

Tags: @sxph-t


Originally posted by lightbox


James Buchanan Barnes loved carnivals. He loved the sugary foods, happy children but most of all he loved the rides. He loved the adrenaline and thrill and he always wanted to go on the biggest ones. So, when the team announced they were going, Bucky was ecstatic but he was most excited of going on some rides with (Y/N).

Him and (Y/N) had been dating for a year now and he always expressed how he wanted to take them on a cute carnival date. They always agreed, saying they would love to but never looked too comfortable with the idea. Bucky never asked why but he seemed to brush it off, too excited over the thought it.

He walks over to (Y/N), huge smile in place. “You ready for tonight? I finally get to take you on that carnival date.” They smile nervously but nod their head.

“Yeah, I’m excited, Buck.” Bucky notices discomfort in their voice and studies their face to see if there is something wrong. His mind swirls with different things that could upset them but their smile widens and he smiles back, forgetting what he was thinking. “I’m going to go get ready. I’ll meet your cute butt down here in 10 minutes.” They say before turning around with a smirk on their face. Bucky doesn’t waste another minute as he rushes to his room to get changed for the exciting night.


Bright, colorful lights from venders, arcade games and rides light up the night sky and Bucky could hardly contain his excitement. All he wanted to do was run around, eat food, and get on all the rides. He knows he might be acting childish but he can’t help it. They pay for tickets, and he grabs (Y/N)’s hand and pulls them quickly through the crowd. They stop in front of big rocking boat ride and their eyes widen as they watch the boat swing high, back and forth. They weren’t very fond of any sort of amusement park ride but didn’t want to let Bucky down, especially since he was so excited. They take a deep breath as they enter on the contraption with Bucky.

Needless to say, (Y/N) survived but held onto Bucky’s arm as tight as they could, the whole time. They feel a bit nauseous as they exit but brush it off as he pulls them off to the next ride. It all comes back when faced with a ride called the Zipper. It looked like a death trap and they couldn’t bring themself to get on it. They gently tap Bucky’s shoulder and he turns around with a smile on his face. “I think I’m going to sit this one out, I’ll get Steve to come and do it with you.”

“Are you sure?” (Y/N) nods before giving him a sad smile before turning away to go get Steve.


For most of the night, (Y/N) watches as Bucky goes on all the big rides and they can’t comprehend how he does it. How could someone get in a ride like these ones and feel safe? They felt bad for leaving Bucky to ride all the rides with someone else but they were too embarrassed to tell the reason why.

On the other hand, Bucky didn’t understand why (Y/N) wouldn’t get on any of the rides with him. He couldn’t see how someone could not like the adrenaline that comes but he didn’t want to push them. It was almost time to leave but Bucky had one more ride in mind. He grabs (Y/N)’s hand before walking over to the big Ferris wheel. He wanted to do at least one more ride with them even if it was slow for his taste. 

They both sit down in the small cart, safety bar over them as the Ferris wheel begins to move upward. (Y/N) begins to get antsy as they get higher from the ground but tries to remain calm for Bucky’s sake. After several minutes, they had gone around several times with some small talk in between and (Y/N) has done good in keeping her cool. It was when their cart stopped at the top when they begin to freak out. They were lightly sweating while their breaths increase and they can’t help but shift closer to Bucky, who didn’t seem to sense their distress and only makes it worse. “Wow we’re really high up. I wonder if these carts rock any.” (Y/N) freezes in horror as Bucky begins to rock the cart.

“Bucky… Bucky…” They say slightly panicked, tears in their eyes but he doesn’t hear them, to engaged in trying to make it rock still. (Y/N) is seconds from having a full-blown panic attack and they quickly grab onto Bucky’s arm, tears flowing down from their face. “Bucky, Bucky, stop, please, stop! You’re scaring me!”

Bucky hearing their distress, stops rocking the cart and looks over with worried eyes. They have their face buried deep into his arm and he can feel them shaking out of fright. Guilt washes over him, not realizing they were afraid of heights and he wraps his arms around them. “Hey, hey, I stopped rocking, it’s okay. You’re safe, I got you. Breathe with me, okay?” He whispers sweetly into their ear as he keeps their bodies close. “You’re doing great. Just focus on me, love.”

Before (Y/N) knew it, they were safely on the ground but refused to let go of Bucky, still frightened. “Why didn’t you tell me you were afraid of heights?” He asks gently, still feeling guilty for almost scaring (Y/N) to death. They stay quiet a moment before softly speaking.

“I didn’t want to disappoint you. I know how much you love carnivals.” They say trailing off, looking anywhere but Bucky. He can’t help but feel even worse. They had endured through big scary rides for him, even though they were terrified. He tightens the grip around their frame, pushing (Y/N) into his side.

“Next time tell me. Now, I know, no more carnivals for us.” Bucky says with a soft smile and a kiss on the crown of their head.  (Y/N) blushes before smiling.

“I love you, Buck. Thank you.”

  • Arcade: HELLO, Deadpool. Ready for a fun filled day in Murderworld?
  • Deadpool: Yup. I've got my sunscreen on and I've taken my motion sickness pills so bring on the rides!
  • Arcade: Oh, I don't think you understand. You're going to die here.
  • Deadpool: I know! Carnivals always slay me.
  • Arcade: No. You are going to physically die... as in stop breathing. You will cease to exist.
  • Deadpool: Riiiiiight... So do you have bumper cars here?
  • Arcade: Arrrgh!
“hamilton” characters at Walt Disney World

Alexander Hamilton: gets on the Pirates of the Caribbean ride and has childhood flashbacks; gets really angry when Gaston starts hitting on Eliza and tries to fight him via push-up contest (Gaston does end up beating him since Alex is smol and not in shape); then gets the really bad idea to eat like 5 churros and then get on the teacups despite warnings from basically everyone; Eliza has to basically drag him out of the park

Aaron Burr: goes along with the gang and is all like “im a grown man guys, im too old for this, etc.” but by the end of the day he owns a pair of mouse ears and has ridden the Winnie the Pooh ride 6 times

Angelica Schuyler: the best of the group at finding Hidden Mickeys; has a very deep respect and admiration for Princess Tiana and everytime she sees her she’s lowkey all like “yas queen slayyyyy, you build that restaurant froggy mother”; really enjoys the light bulb parade and fireworks at the end of the day

Eliza Schuyler: spends the day being the “mom” for Phillip and Peggy, going on all the rides with them and taking pics of them with the characters; runs into Alexander and his squad and realizes she’s gonna have to supervise 6 children instead of just 2

Peggy Schuyler: gets a Queen Elsa princess makeover and spends the whole day hanging out with all the frozen characters; likes the mickey mouse ice cream bars a lot 

George Washington: creates an itinerary for the whole day at the park; “So, we’re gonna ride the Jungle Cruise at 9:43, and at 9:49 we’re gonna get FastPasses for…ALEXANDER WHERE ARE YOU GOING GET BACK HERE SON WERE ON A STRICT SCHEDULE HERE” not only that, he’s got a fanny pack where he keeps his fast passes and other various objects, like spare cash and oranges

Thomas Jefferson: Instagramming everything; gets the highest score on the Toy Story arcade ride out of everyone; walks past Push the Talking Trash Can and mistakes it for Alexander; “WHY DOES THIS MAC AND CHEESE COST NINETEEN DOLLARS”

James Madison: really likes Splash Mountain and goes on it immediately after he gets into the park; walks around soaking wet for the rest of the day; lowkey scared of all the costumed characters EXCEPT Cinderella, who he has a not so subtle crush on

John Laurens: on a mission to meet Donald Duck and get his autograph; absolutely loves the Jungle Cruise; is a bit of a wimp when it comes to roller coasters and scary rides- it took Herc like 40 minutes to get him on Space Mountain(which he actually ended up loving, and he continued to ride it with Alexander 5 times in a row).

Marquis de Lafayette: crazy for that Dole Whip stuff they serve at the Tiki Room; tries to woo Belle at the character meet and greet with French pickup lines; really likes the Star Tours ride and buys one of the build your own lightsabers from the nearby gift shop

Hercules Mulligan: the extreme rollercoaster junkie; tries to get Alex, Laf, and Laurens on the Tower of Terror and eventually succeeds; he then pays $14.00 for the magnificent photo of the ride and frames it when he gets home (it’s really a beautiful picture: Laurens is basically crying/screaming, Alex has a death grip on Laurens’s arm and is laughing/screaming at top volume, and Laf was cursing in French- all while Herc was having an enjoyable time)

^somebody should really draw this photo (im lookin at you, @yamhaylet )

Phillip Hamilton: decides he’s brave enough to try out The Haunted Mansion, but once he gets in there he starts crying until he realizes the ghosts aren’t real; spends the rest of the day with Peggy and Eliza riding It’s A Small World

King George III: FLYING ELEPHANTS ALL DAY BOY

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New 16 Bit Arcade Bar in Over The Rhine in Cincinnati Ohio! Photo Credit to Jared Presley. The JMP initials really are mine! I got the high score in ROlling Thunder! The drink is the Hulk Hogan special I was told, and it includes the Popsicle. to stick it in.

This is a playlist for long train rides, click here for the YouTube link: x        

(I tried to pick songs that sound a bit like…trains? Like fast songs with a steady tempo haha i really enjoyed making this playlist because i discovered some lovely new songs! Thank youuu @vvanderlyle ) (It looks really short but maybe i’ll add some new songs sometime?)

Panda Bear // Alsatian Darn

Jagwar Ma // What Love

Arcade Fire // Ready To Start

Bloc Party // Banquet & Skeleton

Fat White Family // Whitest Boy On The Beach

MGMT // Destrokk

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Because I’m always intrigued by their inclusion in games–especially older games where they would be drawn and not rendered–here are schematic designs (labeled and unlabeled) for equipment of the heroes of Taito’s 1992 hoverboard game, Riding Fight. Pretty spiffy attire for guys whose combined hobbies are bonsai trees, haiku and drinking beer.

This game reminded me a bit of a little-known Mastertronic Commodore 64 title I enjoyed playing called Street Surfer, but the inconsistent controls and jerky animation here made Riding Fight more frustrating than fun, and left me wanting to find a disk image of that 1985 recycling-themed game instead. (Eventually, when I finish arcade games, I will move on to older computer and console games…)

anonymous asked:

what is california gothic?? los angeles hotels surrounded by palm trees with rumors of murder and starlets gone missing. film noir. what about Northern California. leftover remnants of boardwalk arcades and rides from the 50s. GOLD RUSH GOTH?? help me out regional aesthetic enthusiasts.

omg i’m sorry anon i tried to think of things, but california is not my area of expertise i don’t really know a lot about it! i would definitely add the excessive droughts and constant danger of the entire place being set on fire. over the summer apparently huge chunks of northern california was just on fire for weeks. look up the videos of driving through the wildfires they’re pretty spooky. also the redwood forests can be pretty great.

i have no idea how to make southern california spooky, but i’d suggest going into the california gothic for some more ideas

anonymous asked:

what do you think dating Sombra would be like?

  • She constantly hacks all your electronic devices to leave cute messages when you’re not with each other
  • Normal dates don’t usually end well
  • Like, candlelit dinners end with y’all getting kicked out of the restaurant
  • Movies at the theater get hacked and you two do shitty voice overs in dumb voices instead
  • At the carnival she hacks the rides so you two get stuck at the top of the Ferris Wheel or so the rides go haywire until no one else but you guys are willing to ride them
  • At arcades, if you’re having a rough time winning and you don’t want help, she’ll secretly hack that too (of course, she tells you later and you’ll pout but c’mon, you can’t stay mad at her)
  • She purposely leaves purple smudges on you from her lipstick
  • Like, before she leaves for work, she’ll smother your face and neck in kisses after applying a new layer
  • She loves it when you don’t wipe them off and just go about your day like nothing’s on your face/neck
  • It takes a long time to get her to open up about her work and even then she only tells you the generics
  • She reassures you that it’s only for your safety and she won’t totally tell you if there wasn’t any possibility of you getting hurt
  • You learn Morse Code from her and often use it in public with each other to complain or make fun of irritating people around you
  • She refuses you teach you how to hack though
  • Her reason for declining is because it’s the only thing that makes her cooler than you, even though you both know that’s not true
  • She’s so cool
  • So cool that you’re insecure sometimes
  • This makes her furious
  • Like
  • You’re perfect
  • Absolutely wonderful
  • A beautiful angel to her devious devil
  • A lovely Beauty to her dangerous Beast
  • She expresses this anger to you the first time to tell her
  • Then every other time after
  • Basically she’ll just go on hella long rants about how amazing and wonderful and beautiful and perfect you are
  • You don’t feel insecure for a long time afterwards
  • One day you’ll never feel insecure again, she promises you
  • She’s also seriously overprotective
  • Holds you close and literally growls at anyone making the eyes at you while you’re roaming around in public
  • She loves to get you little gifts
  • At home, she’s a cuddle monster
  • Practically clings to you while watching movies that aren’t even out yet in theaters but that she got with her skills
  • She’s one of those people who’ll stick their cold hands/feet under your shirt/up your pant leg for the dual reason of making you jump and shiver and to warm them up
  • She loves owls and black cats
  • Buy her stuffed owls and black cats or stuffed owl/black cat-themed things
  • She collects them
  • She will squeal and hop around but only if you’re alone or at home
  • In public, she’ll refrain until you’re both home
  • If you’re taller, she’ll just kind of climb on you at random times
  • Like during a conversation she’ll just randomly end up sitting on your shoulders or something
  • If you’re smaller or the same height, she’ll try to haul you around
  • She wants to teach you to dance so she can have a partner
  • You can’t
  • The dancing things she does are inhuman
  • You love to watch her though
  • She’s so pretty
  • She thinks you’re so pretty
  • You’re both cute
First Date Tips

First dates.  My immediate reaction upon reading those words:  stomach drops, chest tightens, nerves hit me, there is so much that could go wrong!  My second reaction: stomach drop turns to fun butterflies, I take a breath and the nerves turn to excitement, there is SO that could go right!

I know what you are thinking, “No Chrissy, first dates are always scary and you’re from another planet if you think it’s a piece of cake.” Okay, maybe you didn’t think that exactly, but I bet I wasn’t too far off, maybe you prefer red velvet cake to my bread, but I am telling you that it doesn’t have to be scary,  promise.              

First date jitters come from putting too much pressure on yourself and your expectations of the date.  Remember, you aren’t going in for a life saving surgery or to take an exam, it doesn’t have to turn out perfectly to be “successful” or for you to have a blast.

Here are some tips to help you get ready:

  1. Smile.  - You are going on a date - that’s something to be excited for, you’re getting to know someone new and whatever happens, it’s a new story for the memory books!
  2. Think fun. - If you can help it, try to plan an activity for a first date, it’s easier to break the ice and relax around someone when you are having fun.  Not that an hour long dinner in a  restaurant with nothing to do but talk isn’t “fun”,  I just think putt putt, frisbee in the park, arcades or horseback riding (I couldn’t help myself) sound like much more enjoyable first date options.
  3. No pressure. - It’s not a presidential address, take a deep breath and relax.  You deserve to enjoy yourself.  Put on your favorite outfit and remember what makes you great.  You are adventurous, interesting, lively and fun.  You want to share that with your date.
  4. Laugh. - Silly things are bound to happen: tripping up the steps, getting lettuce in your teeth, accidentally talking about the fabric of life when telling a story about yourself as if you sew (yes all have happened to me and I think my fabric is polyester).  Laugh when they do! Make light of it and don’t take yourself too seriously, you are much more attractive that way.  If your date disagrees, then hopefully that’s your last date because uptight people like that are missing some good laughs in their lives.
  5. Be curious and open. - You are unique and have many special qualities that make you you.  Share them with your date!  Learn about theirs and enjoy the process of getting to know them.  Think of some interesting questions the two of you can ponder and talk about on the date in case you don’t know what to say. (ex. Why are zebras black and white? What’s your favorite place you’ve visited and why? If you could time travel, what period would you go to and why?)

Hopefully these tips help you when getting ready for your first date and keep the jitters where the belong: in the recycle bin with lid on tight so they don’t follow you on your awesome adventure.  Tell me in the comments what you think and any first date tips you would like to add.  I’m excited to start blogging and sharing more with you all. Big kiss. Big hug. Big love!

-Chrissy-

P.S. Much thanks to my friend who shall remain anonymous for sharing her first date nerves with us and inspiring me to write this post <3