cheers you on at every soccer game even though you’re horrible at it “You got this, champ!” loves to barbecue and can always tell when something’s wrong “You okay, bud?” Still wears the #1 dad t-shirt you made for him when you were little.
Comes off as relaxed and let’s you go to that shady party but when you get back you have (84) missed calls from Dad and he’s pacing in the living room. Doesn’t know how to cook so just orders takeout. “Well, you’re still alive so I guess I did pretty well”
“Breakfast is most important meal. Triggers metabolism and gives energy!” Only showed you educational kids shows and builds your model volcano for you. Sings in the car even though ugh dad you’re embarrassing me.
“I’m not your friend, I’m your father” but actually adores you more than anything in the galaxy. Took the day off work then stayed up with you all night when you got food poisoning. The day he tells you he’s proud of you is the best you’ve ever felt in your life.
let's you take a sip of ryncol and laughs when you start gagging. Says "Whatever" and uses guilt as his primary tactic. Always gives you piggy back rides and weirdly specific life advice.
Dad jokes. Too many dad jokes. Let you watch a horror movie that gave you nightmares for weeks. "If I can do it, you can." Made sure you aced your driving exam and took you out for ice cream after.
Tries to watch his language but it usually ends up sounding like "Well sh... shucks" All your friends think he's really cool but he always asks things like "what in the shitting hell is a me-me"
Crazy dance!! Always knows what to say when you're upset. Remembers the small things like what toppings you like on yogurt and makes sure your favorite shirt is always clean. "I want you to be happy in life."
every time Reinhardt yells ‘MAGIC IS EVERYTHING’ in fe heroes I can only imagine him exclusively hanging out with sage/sorcerer/mage/witch/etc classes and being like ‘you must be This Magic to interact with me bye’
don’t even breathe in my general direction if you’re a sword using loser
“Tony, that’s really unnecessary.
Everyone’s tired, let’s just relax all day tomorrow. I really don’t want a big
“Oh, c’mon, we can’t not celebrate. You only turn 99 once,
Capsicle!” Tony smirked up at him from his seated position on the quinjet, his
cheek beginning to form a nasty-looking bruise which, in Steve’s opinion, is
yet another article of proof as to why they shouldn’t have a party tomorrow.
This past mission was no one’s idea of simple.
Coconut-creamed liqueur skin
Translucent salt-rimmed fingers
Plump barbecue tangy lips
Otherworldly long-limed thighs
You have to leave, before you dress
You’ve become my favorite thing
Picnic of alien love
Probing stupor, stagger home
Wake to smells of sticky sauce,
Vomit, trash, coconut creams,
Are you last night’s memory
Or invasion of my dreams
Summary: Y/N has a scholarship to study abroad in France, and very little time to admit her feelings to the boy who has her love.
I stared hopelessly at the letter, a flurry of emotions pricked at my body. Happy, nervous, anxious, sad, excited.. all of it. I was feeling all of it. But most of all, I felt uneasy. A year. I was going to be gone for a year. Sure, technology would create the thin bridge in hopes to keep me connected to my friends and family, but I couldn’t shake the thought, that seeing them all through a screen would just make it so much worse.
I was avoiding the obvious. I can’t leave him. We’ve been through so much, he’s helped me through so much and to leave when I’m getting so close– okay, now I’m lying to myself. Grayson can have anyone in the world, the amount of fans they have all over the world, and how beautiful they are, I couldn’t possibly amount. Don’t even get me started on their previous girlfriends.
I sighed, gripping the letter in my hands, I stood from my spot at my desk, venturing out of my bedroom. I couldn’t tell if I was excited or nervous. The line between the two is almost nonexistent. Almost.
“Where are you going?”
My mother questions just as I reach the foot of the stairs. I slid on my shoes, swinging my bag over my shoulder in the process. I hold up the letter, and I’m careful to show the excitement because my parents have been waiting for the news too.
“Oh my gosh! Y/N! Did you get in?!”
I nod excitedly, and I can’t stop my mother before she’s screaming for everyone in the house to come into the living room.
I groan and she’s too excited and screaming at the top of her lungs to hear me. My brother’s congratulate me, and my dad is screaming just like my mother. My sister is on my Grandma’s FaceTime and I’m being bombarded with hugs, kisses, and tears, due to my mother.
“Oh my baby girl! I’m a UCLA mom! I’m a UCLA mom!”
She’s chanting and by now, I’m sure the whole neighborhood can hear our household. A smile is inevitable at this time as I bid my family goodbye and make my way to my car. Now, comes the hard part. The drive to LA doesn’t take long, it’s a drive I’m gonna have to be making when I get back from France, because not only am I studying abroad, but I’ll be coming back for college shortly after.
“Okay.. here we go.. Grayson, I’m leaving.. no, that’s too blunt. Uh.. Hey Gray, I’m leaving.. no wait.. Bonjour Grayson! I’m leaving! Ugh..”
Nothing seems right. I looked out the window, finding an old woman coming out of her car, as she stares at me and watches me rehearse the unavoidable. But to her, I look like I’m a crazy person. I can feel my body heating in embarrassment, ducking my head slightly as she goes on her merry way. Once she’s out of sight, I get out of the car and make my way to their apartment.
My palms begin to sweat and I look like an even bigger idiot, and/or stalker, just standing in front of the door. My heart is pounding in my chest and I’m suddenly conscious of everything my body is doing. Like freezing when I should be knocking on the door already. Hesitantly, my knuckles rap against the wood, and I ring the doorbell once for good measures. My mind races a bit, and it’s not long before I hear heavy footsteps and the door swings open. I’m greeted by a large grin and adorable dimples. My eyes scan his face and my mind registers that it is indeed Grayson.
I say quickly. He looks at me weirdly, and Im feeling a bit better about the situation as my plan settles in my head. How about I just don’t tell him at all?
Grayson opens the door a bit wider, letting me come inside, and I find myself looking around the familiar apartment. I can feel his eyes on me and I’m feeling a bit apprehensive. Act normal. Everything will be fine. I remind myself.
“Oh hey Y/N.”
I turned to the kitchen, where Ethan was promptly doing.. something. I don’t know what. I smile slightly, making my way to their living room, placing my bag on the counter and sitting beside Grayson who’s beat me to the couch. He puts on a movie, and I’m sitting down, being attacked by my own thoughts. Should I tell him? Should I not tell him? If I do, will he be mad? Or am I just overreacting? Maybe he doesn’t care that much and will ship me off right now? Or maybe, just maybe, he might feel the same way that I do.
“Woah! Y/N! You got into UCLA?!”
I’m suddenly snapped from my thoughts, as Grayson and I both looked at Ethan who has my acceptance letter in his hands. I should not have left that on the outside pocket.
“That’s sick! Congrats!”
Grayson laughs, standing from his spot as do I and he pulls me into his arms for a hug. I relish in it, because it’s one of the last ones I’ll be getting for a year. Grayson pulls away first, looking at me. They both do and I feel bitchy for ruining a good moment.
Grayson asks first.
“Uh.. I also got into their Foreign exchange program. I’m going to France for a year!”
As excited as I try to sound, Ethan is he only one congratulating me, as we share a hug, and Grayson is just staring. Ethan must’ve sensed some type of tension, because he promptly left the room, taking whatever he was making with him.
He repeats lowly and I smile slightly. A grin takes over the scowl on his lips, as he turns to me.
“Don’t go, what’s a year in France compared to Four years at UCLA, which isn’t far from us. Think about all the great things you’ll be missing in LA.”
“Grayson.. it’s just a year.”
“A year is too long. Cmon. Let’s see all the stuff you’ll be missing.”
Grayson grabbed my hand, tugging me out the door as he yells to Ethan he’s taking his car. Before Ethan can tell back, we’re nearly sprinting to the parking garage and going to the car. I stay quiet because I don’t want to question anything. Grayson looks happy, he’s making me happy, and any doubt I have for our current relationship, despite its status, flies out the door.
Maybe it was about an hour, before we arrived to the secluded trail area that’s surrounded by nothing but nature. We had “found” this, one late night, where we learned our deepest, darkest secrets about each other. It was the night I fell in love with the real Grayson Dolan.
“You don’t have his in France.”
“No, but they have the Eiffel Tower.”
“Oh, you wanna talk monuments? Okay. Let’s go!”
Grayson grins, pulling me back to the car. For the car ride back, he doesn’t let go of my hand, and it’s silent, but comfortable. I’m never not comfortable with Grayson and that’s the beauty of him, he has a positive effect on people. It doesn’t take long before he’s parked and I’m looking out the window to the cove of he beach we went to one night and.. we went skinny dipping. It was the night I learned to be comfortable with my true self, with the most abstract and opposite way possible. Nothing happened, even though I would have loved for something to, and Grayson when he’s naked.. is a work of art to say the least.
“France doesn’t have our beach.”
“No, but they do have crepes.”
Grayson glared at me, running and nearly tackling me into the sand. We fall over each other and he’s on top of me, I wrap my arms around him, looking him in his eyes for the first time today, and I can tell he’s sad, just as sad as I am.
“It’s like you want to leave me.”
“I never want to leave you.”
I whispered truthfully. Grayson sighs, getting up and pulling me with him.
“This is just perfect Timing.”
And there isn’t anything about his statement that isn’t sarcastic. I nod in slight agreement as we both look out at the ocean. The beach is our favorite place, he gets sunburns, I get tan, he goes surfing, I play in the sand. And then, when the sun is setting, just like it is right now, we lean against one another and watch it together.
“They don’t have Porky’s in France.”
I grin, looking at him as he stands up, brushing the sand from his pants and we both venture toward he car after he’s helped me up. Now, he’s taking me back to how we met. Porky’s.
My mind wanders to that fateful day. I had been waiting to get a seat by myself, and he and Ethan had been there. I love barbecue, and they saw me, as I was reading a book in a busy, loud, restaurant.
“How can you even concentrate?”
Grayson questions, as he’s passing my table with the hostess waiting to take them to heirs.
“Uh.. I don’t know. Words on a page just take me away.”
“Oh really? How about some company to take away these two seats.”
It was a horrible and cheesy line and Ethan blew into a fit of laughter beside him. I couldn’t not have dinner with them after that.
“You must really like meat.”
Ethan’s innuendo behind his statement made Grayson elbow him and I shrugged. I really do and I think it was my lack of embarrassment over that fact that really pulled us together.
I could smell the smoke of barbecue and amazing chars already as we pull up to the restaurant. I’m eager to get inside, and as always it’s packed but Grayson, being the slightly responsible boy he is, checks our reservation.
“You’re the best.”
I’m grinning from ear to ear as the waitress hands us our menus after being seated in a small booth. Grayson is staring at me, and I can’t place the look in his eyes, but it makes my heart do flips.
“France will have something I don’t if you leave.”
I smile slightly, bowing my head a bit, Grayson gently turns my head, and it’s genuine. Despite the amazing smoky smell, I only look at him, and he’s looking at me the same way.
“Trust me, I don’t want to.”
“Give me a good reason and I’ll think about it.”
“I love you.”
“Oh damn. That’s pretty good.”
Grayson grins at my response and I play as if I’m thinking. I think somewhere along the way, I’ve made up my decision, because how the hell can I leave him? After all we do for each other and still continue to do. I wouldn’t survive a minute in France without Ethan and Grayson.
“Grayson Dolan, you are.. crazy.”
He laughs because we both know it’s true and I find myself leaning in. There isn’t anything more romantic than kissing as steaks are being served to you. You might disagree, but hell, it’s one of the best damn things that’s ever happened to me, and I can tell you that while you may see my staying as a mistake, it was anything but.
I was experimenting in Audacity, trying to see if I could make my Australian-accented voice sound like Teridax, and upon showing the results to some friends, @jemmajemjam remarked that what we really need is a Kookaburra-themed Australian Makuta
So I have crafted the Ultimate Makuta OC
His name is Makuta Burra, Makuta of Straya Nui. His speciality is Rahi that can and will kill you, and eating all the sausages at BBQs. He laughs like a kookaburra, too, and generally weirds even the other Makuta out with his barely decipherable accent and his tendency to give his Rahi deadly poison before unleashing them around his home, to the apparent casual approval of his island’s residents
He wears the Mask of Charisma, though he has plenty of that on his own. He uses it to convince people to hand over their barbecue meats
I love him so much. I’m going to make him a fully realised character and craft him the Deepest Lore. Also this goes without saying but he somehow survives Teridax’s reign and crashes whatever celebration everyone has after Teridax’s defeat and the restoration of the world. Miserix is surprised to see him, but is unable to get a coherent response about how he’s still alive
This is the picture I used as a reference for him. It’s pretty much an exact likeness and I’m sure Burra has ruined many annual Brotherhood barbecues with his sausage addiction
this is the days late spawn of a conversation with @holysight about this trend of ‘party crasher’ shirts and an inexplicable t-shirt with ‘TRIPPIN’ written on it in flaming font and the abomination that is modern fashion
Ok, this is my very first request and I’m super excited about! I wrote it yesterday after a party. It was 3am so please, have mercy.
SUMMARY:Can I request a Michael imagine where the readers mom recently became
friends with Karen and the reader has a tattoo of 5sos song lyrics and
Michael finds out and is really flattered and fluff and yeah… 😍😊 AS usual, English is not my first language, if you see any mistake, please tell me :)
do you feel?“ Asked Michael, a soft smile painted on his face "I’m
fine… I’m trembling… but I’m fine,” you answered as you looked at the
door in front of you almost frightened. Michael
giggled “They are my parents. I’m sure they will love you just as much as
I do” he reassured. “I
don’t know… what if they don’t like me?” you looked at him. Michael
shook his head.“You
are the loveliest girl in the world. My mom already loves you and can’t wait to
meet you. Trust me, everything will be fine”. You
nodded, not completely sure about it but as soon as Michael held your hand you
felt a little bit more comfortable with the situation. Michael
knocked on the door and a second later, his mother showed up. She greeted
Michael with a big hug and a kiss on the cheek and when she set her eyes on
you, you just wanted to escape. “You
must be Y/N. I’m so happy to meet you. Michael keep talking about you and…
you’re even pretty then in the pictures!” You
blushed and whispered a “Good Evening Mrs. Clifford. "Karen
laughed and "Call me Karen, my dear. You are a member of the family now.
But please, come in and suit yourself.” You
entered the house timidly: everything seemed so unreal. You were actually
meeting Michael’s parents! This was a big step in your relationship. “You
have a beautiful house, Karen,” you said looking around. “Thank
you so much, Y/N” she said “and Mikey, can you go calling your dad?
He is in the basement doing some work.” When
you and Karen remained alone, panic was besieging you again. “I’m
very thankful for what you’re doing to Michael” she started “His last
relationships ended up pretty bad and it took a long time to recover. You make
him immensely happy, Y/N and I’m thankful for what you’re doing.” You
blushed a little bit “I’m just giving Michael what he deserves. He is the
sweetest guy ever and he makes me very happy. You raised him well”. Karen
smiled at you and you understood where Michael’s kindness comes from. “Why
don’t we seat and have a little chat while the men are coming?” After
a few minutes, you and Karen were already good friends. She asked many
questions about you, your passions and your studies. “Is
that a tattoo?” She asked pointing at your collarbone. You
felt the urge to cover it. “Don’t
worry honey. I don’t have anything against tattoos. As you can see Michael got a
few of them” she chuckled. You
removed your hand “Yes, it’s a quotation from ‘Vapor’ I love that song so
much. It expresses my feelings for Michael,” you whispered. Karen
was about to say something when Michael came back and “How’s my lovely
girls doing?” “Very
well, Miky.” Karen said, “Y/N is a very special girl. If I found out
that you don’t treat her right I’ll take measures”. Michael
giggle, “I know mom. She’s my princess and I always treat her the best I
could do” he kissed you forehead “Are you ready to meet my dad?” You
nodded happily. At
the end, Michael was right, his parents love you as much as he do, especially
few weeks later, it was Michael’s turn to meet your parents but, since you and
Karen got on so well, you decided to invite also Michael’s parents at your
place for a lovely barbecue. Michael
tried to act cool on the way to your house but you knew that he was as nervous
as you were when you met his parents.As
you had imagined the barbecue was great and yours moms where getting on well
because… well, they used to be friends in college!It
was something unbelievable but they actually spend a year in the same college
before your mom moved to the USA for an Erasmus.“I’m
happy that our parents like each other” Michael said hugging you from
behind “It’s like we are a big family.”“I
know! It’s incredible that our moms already know each other. I don’t know, it
seems like it was written in the stars that we were meant to meet someday"Michael
smiled softly "It is. You are the love of my life!”