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Hair dye

(A/N): Heeeeyyyy, I really like Bucky so I decided to use him for this request 

Request:  Hey! I started following you pretty recently, I really like your writing! (not gonna lie I’ve accidentally passed HOURS just scrolling back in your blog reading your stories hahaha) So I’m currently re-dyeing my hair and i got a kick out the idea of Cap or Bucky helping someone dye their hair. Could you possibly write something along those lines? I feel like they’d be apprehensive to the idea at first, like “I like your hair as it is!” but eventually they’d be really into it. Thanks hun!!

Warnings: none

Tags: @mcuimxgine, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @saradi1018, @holland-toms, @superwholockian309, @fly-f0rever, @capbuckthor

Originally posted by emmastones

   You eyes the bottle of gray hair due excitedly, the bottle gleaming under your bathroom light. You’d been wanting to change your hair up a bit for quite sometime but you never knew what to do, but after seeing countless videos of people dying their hair gray you decided that that’s what you wanted to do. Cut to a few days later and you were prepped an ready to go, except for one little problem- you’d never dyed your hair before and you didn’t really know if you trusted yourself enough to try and do this alone which meant you had to recruit the help of someone in the tower, aka Bucky.

     You walk out of your bathroom, your hair already up and in sections, a towel wrapped around your throat, and the bottle of dye in your hand. As far as you knew Bucky was here today- he had been there that morning and he’d gone down to train but you hadn’t seen him since then. 

   You meander out into the living room of your floor and just as you do you smack right into Bucky himself. He’s panting slightly, a thin sheen of sweat covering his chest and face, and those sweat pants are slung around his hips so deliciously low you can almost see- 

     "(Y/N)?“ Bucky questions, his brows furrowed as he looks at you. "What’s uh- what’s up with the hair?” You give him a smile, suddenly remembering why you had left the bathroom in the first place.

     "So, I’ve been thinking about changing my hair for a bit but I didn’t know what I wanted to do-“ you smile sheepishly, shrugging your shoulders a but as you do. "But I found videos of people dying their hair gray and I decided that’s what I wanted to do,” Bucky looks at you for a bit, his eyes traveling Over your hair as he bites his lip.

    “Are you sure you want to change your hair?” He finally asks, breaking the silence that had consumed the two of you. 

     "Yeah, I do…do you not like the idea?“ You pout a bit, starting to feel just a bit self conscience. 

    "It’s just- your natural hair is so pretty,” Bucky states softly, giving you a sheepish smile as he does.

     "Oh…“ You whisper, switching the hair dye bottle between hands. "Well…maybe I’ll get Wanda to help me-”

    “Do you need help?” He asks, folding his arms over his chest. You nod your head, shifting your weight from foot to foot. 

   "Yeah, I’ve never tried to dye my hair before and I want this to look good so I was kinda hoping that you’d help me but uh- I’m kinda guessing that’s out the window now so I’m gonna go ask Wanda or Nat for help,“ You smile at Bucky as you take a step towards the elevator but Bucky catches your arm before you can. 

     "I can help you,” he smiles at you gently, even if the smile didn’t look all too genuine. “I’m pretty sure I know how to dye hair," 

     "You sure? I really can just go get one of the girls to help-” Bucky responds by grabbing the bottle and your hand, guiding you back into the bathroom before you could Ben protest. 

   "Sit on the counter,“ Bucky whispers as he flips the bottle over, reading over the instructions."So I start with the back first?” Bucky asks, popping the cap open as he grabs the brush you had picked up from the beauty supply store. You nod your head head as you hop up on the counter, your back towards Bucky as you look into the mirror. 

      “Yes?” Bucky hums as he dips the brush in the dye, his other hand gingerly holding a strand of your hair as he does.

    “You’re sure about this?” Bucky asks, seriously beginning to make you doubt your decision. He didn’t seem to like the idea all that much but you had loved the thought of gray hair so why should Bucky’s opinion deter you? 

    “Yes,” you sigh, nodding your head. “I’m sure,” Bucky gives his own little sigh as he raises the brush to your hair, the ends of it just barely brushing your neck. 

    “Okay doll,” Bucky whispers as he drags the brush down your strand of hair. Welup- even if you had wanted to back out you couldn’t now, not with Bucky already placing the dye in your hair. You only hoped that you’d actually end up liking it in the end and perhaps Bucky could like it too.

    Nearly an hour later and you were ready to wash the remaining dye out and blow dry your hair. Bucky had been excellent the entire time he dyed your hair, always making sure his touches were gentle, and he’d even cast you an apprehensive smile every now and then. 

   "Okay, head under the faucet,“ Bucky whispers, sticking his hand under the water to make sure it was warm enough. Satisfied with the temperature he whipped around to give you a smile, gesturing to the sink. With your own smile you slid up beside him, maneuvering your head under the sink.

    Bucky’s hands gingerly massaged your hair as he worked out the excess dye, his nails gently scraped along your scalp and you nearly moaned at the attention; damn his hands felt good. 

    "Okay, head up,” You maneuver your head from under the faucet and immediately Bucky wraps a towel around your hair, drying it out a bit before you blow dried it. You hum as Bucky gently dries your hair, his hands gently massaging your head once again. “Okay,” Bucky steps back, bringing the towel with him. “I think you’re done,” You smile at him, quickly pecking his lips before turning and grabbing your hair dryer. 

   "Almost done.“ You correct him, smirking as you plug the machine In. You hop back up on the counter, closing your eyes as you go to flip on the machine; you didn’t want to see your hair just yet, you wanted to be surprised. 

   "Um-” Bucky pauses, gesturing to the hair dryer. “Can I help?” You smile as you hand him the hair dryer and a brush, closing your eyes as you felt the brush of his fingertips against your hair. “Back up on the counter sweetheart,” He whispers, patting the granite counter top a bit. You clamber back on the counter, situating yourself on the cold stone as Bucky began to work on your hair. Gently, as he always was, he brushed your hair out, untangling any knots he worked up when he was drying your hair. After smoothing your tangles out he turned the hair dryer on, slowly beginning to dry your hair.

    It took longer than when you’d do it but Bucky was being so soft and gentle that you honestly couldn’t complain. You hum once again, arching up against his hand as he runs it through your hair, the other hand holding the hair dryer. 

   "Does that feel good?“ He asks, a smug tone to his voice. You nod your head, nearly purring at his touch.

    "Yeah,” you whisper.

     "That’s a shame considering your hair is dry now-“ Bucky shuts off the hair dryer, setting it down on the counter as he once again grabbed the brush to brush at any tangles. 

   "Is it done? Does it look good?” You ask as Bucky inspects your hair, lifting some strands and pushing some others out of the way. 

   "Why don’t you look?“ Bucky asks, gesturing to the mirror. You sigh shakily as you glance at the mirror, a smile suddenly rising to your lips as you caught a glimpse of your hair. 

   "Oh wow,” you whisper, giving the mirror your full attention now. “Bucky this looks great!” You smile at him, quickly hopping off the counter to hug him tightly. Bucky chuckles, hugging you back as you squeeze him. “Wow this is- I love it!" 

    "Yeah?” Bucky questions as he runs his fingers through the now silver hair, each strand glimmering under the bathroom lights. “I think I love it too,”

    “I thought you liked my natural hair?" 

    "Well I do, but this is really cool too,” Bucky smiles, shifting some of your hair around.

    “So you don’t hate it?”

     "No,“ Bucky whispers, pressing a kiss to your hairline. "I don’t hate it. You’re like a really attractive silver fox," 

    "Oh god,” you laugh, shaking your head. “I’m going to be hearing these old jokes until this fades," 

    "You know it,” Bucky chuckles, rubbing his nose against yours. “Hey! We could be that foxy old couple!" 

    "That’s it- I’m dyeing it again,”


The Shimada Brothers

I wanted to draw young Shimada Brothers… and it didn’t end well…


Yeah, you!
Stop scrolling for a second!

You know that fanfic you’ve been putting off? Go write a paragraph for it. Five complete sentences. Don’t matter where in the story it is, just write it. What about that one fanfic’s chapter you haven’t proofread? Go do it, right now. Have you updated that fanfic recently? You might wanna do that. I love fanfics

You know that drawing you’ve been doing? Have you finished sketching it? Go do that. Have you finished doing it’s line art? Finish that lineart. Coloring? COLOR IT UP! Shading? WHATCHA DOIN?! What? You have a finished work? Why haven’t you posted it?! I wanna see!

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What? You’re not doing any of this?

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I disagree. Go. Make art. Make stories. Make someone smile.

I know you can do it. Give it a try.

all i’m saying is that bodhi probably really connects with k2so because they were both salvaged from the empire and cassian seems to have this affinity for fixing things and putting them back together

so if you read between the lines i’m kind of suggesting gay ace boyfriends with their gay ace robot  (can you be a droidfucker if you don’t actually fuck the droid? these two will find out)


Yeah I really like this anime. I caught up with the show in 1 day lol. Now I gotta read the manga!

Hope you guys like. I might draw some more from this anime!

This art © Kagomenesan
Do not repost without my permission
Reblogs are ok! 👌

Feel free to color the line art as well, just don’t remove my watermark and when posted please tag me and give credit! I always love to see!!


…You don’t scare me.

But I should.

Did I got overboard with the blush? Maybe. I really, really love doing clean pencil line work. Almost to the point where I don’t wanna color it. So let’s have both!

I’m either the luckiest girl ever or I’m in big trouble.

I’m gonna hide now ok



Shadow and Bone Labyrinth AU

After a serious fight with her best friend Mal, Alina accidentally wishes for The Darkling, also known as  the Goblin King, to take him away and he, who had fallen in love with her, grants the wish.

Once she realizes her mistake she tries to get the Darkling to free her friend, but he is relentless and tells her that the only way to free the boy is to solve his labyrinth in less than 13 hours or stay in the boy’s place. Alina, thinking it’ll be an easy task, chooses to solve the labyrinth, surely she can save them both.

What follows next is an adventure full of magic, unexpected friends and allies, dream ballroom sequences with dresses as black as the King’s magic and offers of eternity of servitude and love. Will Alina solve the labyrinth and save both her and Mal? Or will the Darkling win the deal? 

i literally can’t believe people are calling mark a nazi sympathizer !?!?!?? do not go into the felix tag i literally fucking hate sjw who take things way above the line


i hate mob mentality “i have to let everyone know so THEY know that thing they like is problematic and you could potentially be supporting _______” I DO NOT CARE FAM I DONT

tumblr ideology is so fucking toxic. and i’m not saying to stop fighting for things that are serious issues, but im talking about just chilling the fuck out on people and worrying about yourself?

this is why i feel like i can’t interact with anyone in the community cuz if you have a “bad opinion” you’re ignored and shit on. i know mark cannot control 16 million people no matter how hard he tries and i’m not blaming him…i’m blaming the mob mentality mind set and the whole “i’m right you’re wrong i hate you” thing

i’m just fed up y'all 🙄🙄🙄sorry for the rant i wanted today to be better but seeing people act like this just really grinds my gears

Stop posting / reblogging uncredited/unauthorized arts!!

Reposts have always been a problem for many fandoms, but since YOI is the popular anime those days, people are reblogging without a second thought!

And we can’t afford to contact all reposters, there’s too many, but the fandom can at least make the effort to not spread the reposts!

If you see an art with a pixiv /twitter source but without any line about permission : DO NOT REBLOG

If you see an art without any credits and “my art” tag or anything that would proove that the user is the actual artist : DO NOT REBLOG

Users usually precise on their profile they are an artist so really, it takes like just a second to check if you’re not sure.

As much you respect the work on the anime, please respect the fanartists of the fandom too.

Thank you for reading and caring.

Another thing we need to talk about is Frank’s tone of voice when he says “Just this once? Wh…No, No, Red, That’s…That’s not how it works. It’s…You cross over to my side of the line, you don’t get to come back from that. Not ever.” Because damn.

CLYDE: Oh, uh…

CLYDE: Hey Craig, Tweek, what are you guys looking at?

CLYDE: …Wait, what’s everyone looking at?

CRAIG: There are people outside. The bus has been stopped for like, ten minutes now, I think.

CLYDE: Why? What’s going on?

CRAIG: Whoa…

CLYDE: What?


CRAIG: Dude. Why are these guys robbing the bus driver? Wouldn’t it have made an easier target to rob somebody on the streets rather than… like… someone who’s driving a bus?

CLYDE: Craig move your ass I wanna see!

CRAIG: Maybe they’re after somebody inside the bus?



CRAIG: Yeah, Clyde. What else would you rob somebody with?

CLYDE: I don’t know! Why doesn’t anybody else have a gun?!

CRAIG: That’s what you’re worried about?

CLYDE: Well I thought that at least SOMEBODY here would have a gun, since–

STAN: Okay, can all of you guys shut up for like a second, please?!

KYLE: Stan, we’d better hurry before they notice us.

STAN: I know, just–

STAN: Everyone, uh… just calm down. Pretend this is a really long bus ride. And a really bumpy one because we’re about to slam down on the gas pedal.

CLYDE: Craig, do you understand what’s going on?

CRAIG: My guess is that those guys are after Stan’s group because they did something stupid, and now we’re all caught in the middle. Like always.

CRAIG: And I wouldn’t care as much if it didn’t mean we could all possibly die.


CLYDE: Who? Stan?


CLYDE: Oh yeah.

CLYDE: What do we do?

CRAIG: For once, I think it’s safer to stay with Stan’s group. If we get off the bus, those guys’ll probably hurt us or something.


CRAIG: No, dude, we already established that this is probably Stan’s friend’s doing.


STAN: Okay Kenny, gas pedal!

KYLE: Oh god, we’re going to get in so much trouble!

ERIC: Stealing this bus was in self defense, Kyle!


ERIC: Hey, this isn’t the time to get snippy, jew!

STAN: Will you guys stop? I think we ran over one of them.

ERIC: Good, that’s one less to worry about.

CLYDE: Man… Token’s so lucky he got his mom to drive him to school today.

Space Grumps inspired fic

Yeah. I’m trash. And I’m obsessed with @dannyaviclan damn Space Grumps au right now. Seriously man, you all should go read it!! It’s stupid good :D SO anyhow, here’s a fic I wrote from it. Sorry if anything is odd or not right with the au. I tried to keep it all in line, but of course we all have different views on ideas so. Here’s mine :)

So without further adieu, here we go! Yeh.

Brian had really fucked him over this time.

Dan used a hand to shield against one of the blinding suns of this planet, squinting to battle the other. From what he could make out, desert went on for miles, stretching as far as the eye can see. Dan kicked at the red dust below his feet, not at all satisfied as it spun up into the air, lazily drifting back down into the dry soil.

To be perfectly honest, Dan wasn’t even sure what had happened.

One moment he and Brian were laughing at something fucking stupid, couldn’t even recall what it was at this point, the next Brian was silent, pulling out a red gem and shoving it into Dan’s hands, a wild look in his eyes. Through their telepathic link he had said, “Don’t let anyone catch you with this. I’ll be back soon.” Before forcefully shoving Dan into the transporter.

Said transporter wasn’t really meant for transporting live organisms any greater size than a goat…. Though Dan supposed, there probably weren’t goats in the future. At least not the ones he was used to seeing.

So after e had rematerialised on the odd planet’s surface, jewel in hand, Dan had spent the next hour shouting at the sky for Brian to come back. After receiving no answer, Dan put away the gem in one of his many pockets and decided to walk. Eventually he’ll find civilization, right? Brian wouldn’t just abandon him for no reason, and on a deserted planet no less. He knew that because of Dan’s situation, he’d be the last person you’d want to leave alone on an alien planet and no way of contacting the one person he’d trusted since coming to the future.

There was no telling really with how long he walked. It could’ve been hours, it could’ve been days, he had no idea how the time cycle worked here after all. But what he did know was his throat burned from lack of supplement and his stomach growled in anger. Also Dan hadn’t managed to see one single being, human or otherwise, since he’d arrived here. He was pretty sure he was going to die.

At least that was until Dan saw a large and intimidating ship fly overhead, before touching the planet’s surface not a few yards away, the force from the jet engines nearly knocking Dan over as the wind kicked up sand in his hair and eyes. Dan had to look away just so he could not breath the stuff in.

From what he could see, three men came off the ship, discussing something intensely before looking in Dan’s direction. Brian’s words of caution rang in his mind.

“Don’t let anyone catch you with this.”

So Dan ran. And he was pretty sure the creatures ran too upon noticing Dan’s hasty escape.

Already out of breath, Dan tried to formulate a plan. On one hand he could just toss the damn jewel at them. They had to be after that, right? Or maybe they just happened to see this random fucking person wandering an empty planet and thought ‘hey let’s scare the shit out of him’. Then Dan up and runs, making them suspicious.

He shook his head. No. Something in his gut told him this had to do with the jewel that was put into his possession.

ANd that’s when he saw it. A town. A real fucking town. Unless of course his mind was playing tricks, but Dan really hoped not, for he could hear the cascade of boots drawing closer. If he was slowing down or they were speeding up, he did not know.

And finally, just as a skyline of buildings were being materialised in a much more reachable distance. Dan could just make out a- hover bike?- As something caught on Dan’s foot, making him fall to the ground harshly, red sand going up his orifices and causing Dan to freeze up with a violent cough, giving his pursuers the time they needed to catch up to him.

Glancing down at what he had hit, Dan gasped at what looked like a… wooden post? One that had obviously been cut down though. He didn’t have time to ponder the odd placement of it though as he was being kicked over to lay on his back, three disgusting beings hovering over him, greed and hunger in their beady eyes.

Dan had to fight the urge to gag at the disgusting smell the men were radiating. ‘Where they even men, though?’ Dan thought to himself. They could just as easily be women, what with the black/grey wrinkled skin, and hunched over backs, and three arms, all wielding claws and what Dan could only assume to be a gun. More than anything, Dan wished Brian was here. If not to save him, to at least identify what kind of beasts these were so Dan would at least have something to go on.

They all clacked in unison, pincers hidden by black lips, clicking and hissing into what Dan could only assume to be words. He looked confused between the three, trying to convey his issue with their language without coming across as rude.

Then one pressed what appeared to be a pen against his neck, Dan flinching from it but as a grotesque hand held him against it, there wasn’t much Dan could do.

A sharp pain shot into his neck up to his head, but he wasn’t focused on that. His attention was solely on the fact that suddenly, he could understand them. It wasn’t a very comforting conversation though.

“-kill him already! We know he has the gem!”

“Oh shut up already, I shot the injection, he can hear you now!”

One of them did what Dan thought to be a scowl, glaring down at the human laying before them. “Uhh… yeah. Hello. What exactly did you do to me?” Dan asked, uneasily, waving a hand but instantly dropping it at the death glare he received.

One spit on Dan’s leg, where it sizzled slightly, not exactly burning, but not very pleasant either.

“Shut up, human, we know you have it!”

Feigning ignorance, Dan was suddenly sure the jewel was what they were after. “What!?” He exclaimed, trying to subtly crawl backwards, but they saw right through him and immediately shot at the ground behind him, causing Dan to freeze in place.

“Don’t play coy, boy. Just hand over the jewel, and we won’t hurt you.”

Dan remained silent, eyes frantically looking for an escape. He thought he’d seen some dust swirl oddly, as if around a human form, but he didn’t think too much on it as suddenly a gun was being pointed between his eyes, a sickening grin behind it on the wielder.

“Hmph, very well. We’ll just have to pry it from your cold, dead hands!”

Though the line was an obvious cliche, Dan felt true fear spike through his chest, his eyes squeezing shut tightly, body tense and trembling. WHy the fuck did Brian give him this stupid thing? Why did he just drop him off on some unknown planet, no help, no life, just danger and soon death. Were these people chasing Brian? Was Dan some form of distraction? Was that all he was to Brian? Dan didn’t want to make assumptions on his best friend, but what else could he gather from this? Sure he could just hand over the gem and run, but Dan was almost certain they’d shoot him regardless, no point in dying a coward. Dan cringed at himself as tears arose. But who could blame him, wanting to cry in his final moments.

Suddenly three shots rang out in the dry, empty desert, making Dan jump and whimper at the loud noise.

But no pain came. Only the sound of bodies dropping, something wet dashing his cheek, as a shadow passed over his closed eyelids. With great hesitance, Dan slowly opened one eye, afraid to see what else was about to befall him, but instead of the three disgusting aliens, he was met with a cocky grin full of sharp teeth, and a dull pink uniform, dotted slightly with blood.

The man put a hand on his hip, gun in the air, smoke still rising from the warm barrel. “What’s a human like yourself doing in a place like this, hm?”

Dan gasped at the tail that swished back and forth behind the man, glancing up nervously at those sharpened teeth and reptilian like pupils,but… this guy did technically, just save Dan. And for that he was grateful, if not confused. He looked back at the bodies, stomach seizing slightly. Blood and death tended to make him queasy. “Are you going to try and kill me too?” Dan asked dully. Brian had left him here to die after all.

The creature’s eyes widened slightly, gun hand falling as he shifted his stance, from cocky to surprised and then finally guilt. “Wha- no! I just- ugh sorry. I was trying to look cool.”

A gloved hand was extended in Dan’s direction, that ferocious smile turning somewhat more friendlier and closed lipped. “I’m Captain Arin Hanson. I pilot the star craft, Starbomb. But you can just call me Arin, okay? And you are?”

Dan eyed the suspiciously sharp looking glove, but… this was the future. And space. Maybe it was normal to have sharp teeth and a tail on some planets?

Reluctantly, Dan took the hand, gasping slightly when he was easily pulled up. “I uh. Hi. I’m Dan. Avidan. People usually call me Danny. I uh I don’t pilot anything,” he said with a slight chuckle, feeling the gem’s weight lessen slightly as he felt he was no longer being hunted for it. A smirk appeared on his lips though and suddenly he couldn’t help himself. “I help navigate on the Starship Enterprise.”

Arin’s grin twisted up into a grin of amusement, arms crossing after replacing his weapon. “I watch star trek, man. Try again.”

“They have Star Trek in the future!?” Dan exclaimed without thinking. Then followed by a wince. He cleared his throat, trying to cover up what he had unknowingly revealed. “Uhh. Sorry. My uhh, my ship flew off. Without me,” Dan said nervously, kicking at the dust and looking away. He wasn’t sure what to reveal and what not to reveal. It didn’t seem like this guy was after the gem, but Brian had said- You know what. No! Fuck Brian! Dan crossed his arms in a huff, suddenly not really caring what Brian had warned him. He’d left him on a new planet, knowing that Dan didn’t know jack shit about space other than the few things he’d bothered to explain to him since bringing him here. “My prick of a best friend handed me some stupid fucking gem and left me here, saying he’d ‘be back soon’. Whatever the fuck that could mean.”

A laugh truly like no other, Arin clapped Dan on the shoulder, making the thinner man jump slightly. “Damn, that sucks hella balls. Mind if I see that gem for a second though?” Dan eyed the- Dinosaur! That’s it. He looks like a Dinosaur/human/Lizard thing- warily, not sure if he should.

“Dude, come on, look. I’ll even let you hold my gun, okay?”

At the offer, Dan agreed, though only pulling out the gem after he held possession of the gun. Little did he know, Arin could easily take him down before Dan even raised his arm to aim.

Tossing the gem over in gloved hands, Arin looked at Dan in confusion. “Uhh, Dan? You know this jewel is fake, right?”

“What!?” Dan put the gun back in Arin’s holster, the sudden contact making Arin jump slightly, giving Dan the chance to snatch the gem back, examining it in the light. “How can you tell!”

With a pointed finger, Arin pointed to a scratch on the side, a wry grin in place. “See that right there? A real gem wouldn’t scratch like that. That and… well I can smell the chemicals that went into faking it.”

“Sonofabitch!” Dan threw the thing on the ground in a rare spark of anger, stress and fear and betrayal coursing through him. Arin placed a hand on Dan’s shoulders, seeing the human deflate suddenly, never one to really hold onto anger for very long. “Now what am I gonna do…?” Dan asked sadly. He surely couldn’t just wait here until Brian returns. Who knew when that would be. And besides, he didn’t have any money. Already his throat and stomach were assaulting him from all directions, begging for nourishment.

As if on cue, Dan’s stomach gave a loud noise, Dan groaning and covering it in shame.

Biting his lip, as if in thought, Arin opened his mouth, only to be interrupted by a blue beeping on a device that greatly resembled an old flip phone in Dan’s opinion. With an irritated sigh, Arin pulled up the device, flipping it open, wondering in quiet amusement, just what was so shocking about the blue hologram of his ship’s AI that caused the man to gasp and stare disbelievingly.

“Captain,” the hologram said, a smile in place. “All supplements have been procured on The Starbomb. All crew members have returned without fail. We await your arrival to take off.”

Glancing between the AI and the human before him, eyes still widened comically in wonder, hands held over a hungry belly.

“Hey Dan?”

Dan looked up at his savior in confusion, one scarred eyebrow raised. “Yeah, Arin?”

“How would you feel about joining my crew while in search of your friend? We’ll provide you with free food and shelter so long as you’re with us.”

Dan’s face went through an array of emotions, until settling on gratitude, a smile widening on his face. “You had me at free food, honestly.”

Arin laughed, clasping Dan’s hand and nodding down at Barry once more. “Barry! You heard the man, make preparations for one more Bomber to join our recruits! And Dan, I must say. Welcome aboard the Starbomb. Glad to have you on hand.”

title: Mine Now

author: aclosetlarryshipper

word count: 32k

After Harry is expelled from private school, he joins a secret competition to get back at the boy who made it happen.


This is the story of how Harry finds himself pouting in Louis’ passenger seat with a raging boner on the way to seduce his ex boyfriend.

Birthdays (G-Eazy Imagine Requested)

Requested By: @omggivemetheworld


“I thought you said no the matching tattoos!” you exclaimed.
“I never said no. I said not right now.” Gerald pointed out.
You rolled my eyes, “whatever.”
“Babe, don’t be mad. I thought you would like this. You’ve always wanted a tattoo and we talked about getting matching or something among those lines so, I thought Valentines Day would be the best.”
“My gift really sucks.” you muttered.
“No it doesn’t! You’re taking time off of work for me.”
“For the tour.” you corrected.

We stepped into the shop. Music playing in the background, from what you could hear it sounded like the Beatles.

“What can I help you with?” A guy asked from behind the cash register. His name tag reading Anthony.
“We wanted to get tattoos of each others birthdays.” G said before you could say anything.
The gu- Anthony raised his eyebrow at us, “you guys are young. Are you sure about that?”
We both nodded our heads.

—-Time Skip To After They’ve Gotten The Tattoos And Are At Home—-

G’s fingers traced his birthday on your right hip. While you straddled him on the couch in your apartment.

“You’ve seen mine, I want to see yours.” You said.
“But, baby girl you have seen mine.” He winked.
You smacked lightly on the arm, “I meant your tattoo!”

He sighed, before pulling of his shirt, your birthday tattooed right on top of his heart. You pressed your lips to the tattoo. Then, pressed your lips to his.

“Happy Valentines Day, Gerald.”
“Happy Valentines Day, Y/N.”

Authors Note: I know this really short and crappy but if rather make a short and crappy imagine then a long and crappy imagine. Also this was two requests that combined into one. Requests are open!

PS: I don’t see Gerald as the type of guy to do a lot for Valentines Day

anonymous asked:

(i'd probably tag this for people reading, something along the lines of death...) I'm really shaken up right now... I was looking at the posts of my /bestest/ friend only to see that they said that they lie to me all the time with no guilt and have wanted to murder me and even tried at one of our sleepovers. I'm so scared and I honestly want to block them on everything. It's just scary that they KNOW where I live so if they actually decided to kill me they easily could...


Ok so…I didn’t think I’d have to write a disclaimer for an irreverent Buffy drunkblog, but here it is.

If the way that I have chosen to engage and critique and ENJOY Buffy (ie with alcohol, rude screencaps, and sjw themes) rubs wrong against the way YOU choose to enjoy Buffy, it really is okay to unfollow me and/or block my tags. I stand by my belief that the way we choose to love our media is an individual’s choice and not up for a “you’re not enjoying it PROPERLY” debate.

I nitpick. I read between the lines. I analyze individual frames. That is the kind of rewatch blog this is and always has been, and if that’s not your cup of tea, this blog may not be for you. AND THAT IS OKAY. We all have to maintain our safe spaces, and if you only want to see positive things about your favorite shows, that is your right to do so! And I encourage you to do so! But please remember that the inverse is also true, and it is my right to have a negative opinion in my own fandom space about something that you may disagree with.

So. YOUR DAILY REMINDER that the way we choose to conduct our corner of fandom is an individual choice, and no one should be coming into your house to tell you you’re doing it wrong. (Barring hateful rhetoric and bigotry, of course. That always deserves to get called out)

anonymous asked:

Can you like me to your jackcrutchie fics?

of course!

The Misadventures of the Secret Anonymous Gift Exchangers:
(this is a secret santa fic! that’s not really secret santa but i took some creative liberties)

Falling For You (And Your Endearingly Corny Pickup Lines):
(i have no excuse for this one it’s just a shameless coffee shop au)

Idiots in Love:
(this is a compilation of a bunch of prompts i’ve gotten on tumblr- there’s some sprace in there too!!)

and of course, my writing tag is ‘byrd writes stuff’ so you’re always welcome to check there too!!! happy reading!

I have so many pictures of Hwiyoung saved that I want to draw - this guy is ruining my life aND YO I’M SO HAPPY HE GOT LINES IN ROAR i cried lmao

He’s really hard to draw somehow; I can never get drawings of him to actually look like him TT

And quick thanks to those who reblogged my last Hwiyoung drawing - reading all of the tags in the reblogs made my day heheh you guys are the sweetest~ >v<)/

original image credit to HoneyHW


I just got both my Eddsworld Fun Dead posters in from @gooey-draws-shit and I’m so excited!

One of them is at home and the second one is in my dorm right now and it’s really helping my Halloween aesthetic. Even though I won’t be here Halloween I figured my dorm room should still meet spoopy standards. (I’m going to be FX makeup for my theatre’s haunted house so I’m gone)
Both of these so amazing and I love Tobi’s artwork so much. His line work is always A+ (that shit is hard) and his style is always so unique and overall awesome. If you follow the eddsworld tag you can definitely spot Tobi’s art before you even read the tag.

Hi Tobi, I don’t know if you’ll see this but this really made my week. Ever since I ordered I’ve been checking my mail and this fixed what was a shitty weekend. I love seeing your art and replies on my dash. I guess I just wanted to let you know that I really appreciate you as a person (or as much as any of us can know you by your tumblr) and you really inspire me to draw more! I hope you have a great day :)
You’re the best,

(And have a Happy Halloween)