anonymous asked:

Random question but I saw a pic of you with your hair kind of half up half down and I thought it looked like scullys a bit, I have hair a similar length but I can't seem to get it to look right?? How ya do that

ajkhdajhd honestly how that particular style looks just depends on the day. my hair is layered so usually i just take the first couple layers and tie them back with a hairband and ta-da. i wish i had some special secret but i dont rip

BANGTAN REACTION: When you’re at the beach and the lace of your bikini top gets undone and you ask them to tie it back for you

Scenario:You aren’t in a relationship, but there is something,

Rap Monster: “I don’t know… I think you look better without it baby”

Jin: He’d focus on just tie the Bikini, like a gentleman.

“okay Jin… don’t look to much… don’t look to much”

Suga: “aigo don’t do it with me here”

J-Hope: “yeah baby, of course I can tie it for you”

His mind and his heart would be going crazy.

Jimin: “why not?”

He’d tie the bikini, but very slowly because would stop to analyze your body.

V: Imagine him standing behind you without moving for a long.

“taehyung… is everything okay?” You’d ask

“no… i think my heart is beating faster than normal”

Jungkook: “me? really?”

He’d be a little shy about it and the moment you turn your back to him, any part of his innocence would disappear.

~ADM Cherry~

GIF credits to their original owners!

MONSTA X REACTION You are at the beach and the lace of your bikini top gets undone for some reason and you ask them to tie it back for you.

This one was a very fun reaction to make! I love it! 

I’m pretty much dead with those damn teasers tho..



“Oh sure..” He’d be shy as heck, trying to not look too much or stare. He’d try to me as much gentleman as he could, pretending to be cool about it since you too were shy.


“You did this on purpose, didn’t you?”

“Wonho! I’m serious!” You say laughing and blushing. He’d help you and would be totally cool about it (of course sneaking some looks here and there..)


“OMG You’re going to be naked!!!” He’d scream calling everyone’s attention. Instead of helping you, Minhyuk would end up embracing you so anyone could see your situation.




This boy would become a shy fluffy ball. He’d don’t even try to look cool, he’d just tie your bikini again, teasing you about it later since at the time you two were too awkward.


“I knew you could resist me!”

“Jooheon please.. Just tie my bikini back again”


“Oh yeah of course” Mr. Cool Guy hide his awkwardness with his sunglasses and act like it was nothing.


Gif Credits To Their Original Owners!

~ADM Pandacchi

“Sans. There’s one fucking rule.”

“what’s that.” 


“cap. i’m hot.”

“Look, that’s neither here nor there. Put your shirt back on.” 

“tie it around my waist? ok. hey cap. what type of golf club is this one? just kidding i don’t care i’m still going to beat you because i’m good at everything.” 

“This is the worst day of my entire life.” 

“Me too.” 

“What was that, intern?!”




anonymous asked:

What do you think Boomer's reaction would be seeing Katana in civilian clothing, no mask, no makeup, hair tie back (but still have her sword in her hand of course)

A good mask is a sheath for the soul, she had told him - the hilt must remain in plain view. A false face did not serve her purposes. So she wore a half-mask molded to the contours of her face, as much a part of her as she was a part of it - scratches and snicks extending from smooth metal into snarls in the exposed flesh below, just enough that neither she nor her enemies could forget that she was human. 

Digger Harkness had only ever seen her without her mask once, her close-cropped hair plastered against her jaw in dark, rain-soaked strands as she called out to the soul of her husband. She’d grown her hair out a little since then, and pinned it in a fetching wave to the side for the occasion. He could see far more of her bare face now, marred here and there by the sort of deep, neat cuts only left by a skilled blade. That she didn’t have more of them was a testament to her skill, and the stippled, puckered flesh only made the high curve of her cheek and the gentle swell of her lips more evident to his eyes. Over the last year and a half, he’d forced himself to stop wondering what was beneath the mask and accept it as an extension of her face. But he couldn’t help but stare at the smooth skin and bright, dark eyes beneath well-formed lashes, now free of their metal casing.

The Suicide Squad (or Task Force X as Waller and her stiffs called it) was to be honored for its protection of some obscure noble’s family from some war-torn nation in the strategic interests of the US government. He cared little for the global implications of the meeting and was so confused as to the political status of the state in question that he wasn’t actually sure where in the world they were, but he knew better than to buck the system on this one. He’d shown up dressed to the nines in whatever brand of suit Waller had shoved into his hands post-op, draped in plastic wrap so he wouldn’t dirty it.  

The only upside to this turn of events was that Tatsu had arrived in a white sheath dress, brazen in its simplicity and stark in its contrast to the intricately decorated scabbards of the katana and tanto she still carried at her side, even now. He’d never seen her shoulders or her back bare either, and there they were, strong and shapely and etched all over with the same snicks and snarls that covered her mask and lower face. With her weapons sheathed and bound out of respect for the heads of state in attendance, her sword hand seemed to curl around a pocket of air, where her katana would normally be. He willed himself not to slide his hand into hers, and edged closer to her. The political bigwigs were mingling secretively amongst themselves, so there’s no reason they shouldn’t do the same. It beat standing around doing nothing like so many mute toy soldiers.

“What are you doing?” she muttered under her breath, staring straight ahead at Flag and Waller hobnobbing with the body politic.

“Just gettin acquainted with this new girl I’ve heard such good things about. They say she can steal men’s souls with one look, so like any red-blooded man worth his salt, I thought I’d give her company a shot.”

“What do you mean?” she hissed, but a smile was tugging at the corner of her mouth.

“Never realized you had dimples. Never seen your whole face. Just wanted to say, you look nice, is all.”

A trick of the light couldn’t account for the faint pink flush creeping up her neck. “I still haven’t seen all of yours, underneath all that hair.”

“And you never will. A man’s gotta keep a sense of mystery about him, you know? I’m not very good at that elsewise, so the least I can do is grow a beard.” Tatsu’s nose and mouth were all scrunched up and it took him a moment to realize she was trying to prevent herself from laughing aloud. Seeing emotions cross her face at all, much less with her mask removed, was a rare and precious thing. “Listen, I was wondering…”

“Be sure to wear that. Wherever it is we go for drinks in this country.” He had to look her full in the face to be sure he wasn’t imagining things, but the way she wouldn’t look at him directly, choosing instead to meet his gaze out of the corner of her eye from beneath those long eyelashes he was already so fond of, told him everything he needed to know.

“This?” He gestured to all of himself, grinning. “Like lipstick on a pig.”

“It becomes you.”

“Not on your life!” She raised her eyebrows and fingered the hilt of her blade, that half-smile tugging at the edge of her mouth again. “But maybe on mine. Sure. Why not?”


Part 7- Adventures in investigating and resisting drugs (aka. I get overprotective over my virtual son)

ugh-life-press-snooze-46  asked:

Nicotine by panic is like Harley and her s/o but her s/o is apart of the bat family

Just one more hit and then we’re through
‘Cause you could never love me back
Cut every tie I have to you
‘Cause your love’s a fucking drag
But I need it so bad
Your love’s a fucking drag
But I need it so bad

You were running through the streets of Gotham, twisting through the hoards of people. Harley finally pulled you into an alleyway, making a motion for you to be silent. She finally gave you the all clear, and you laughed loudly, throwing your head back. “Not too bad for a bat,” Harley smirked, watching as you admired the jewels you had stolen. She pushed you against the wall, starting to kiss you deeply. You had sworn you wouldn’t see her again. Bruce had exploded at you when he learned that you were, as he put it, fraternizing with the enemy, but you needed Harley in your life. He deleted all information of her from your phone, he forbid you to see her, he told you to cut all ties with her. And you had said that you wouldn’t see her again. You had promised. 

There was such a rush that came from being with Harley. The rush of running down a street, heart and feet pounding, the cops behind you. It was dangerous, and it was unlike you, but you needed it in your life. You needed the break from being perfect, the break from being in the BatFam. Harley was your drug, and you couldn’t quit her.