beamed ceiling

  • Jason: pearl what do you want for lunch?
  • Little Sister: mac and cheese.
  • Kimberly: *climbs through window* me too
  • Trini: *climbs in after her* me too
  • Zack: me too *falls from ceiling beam*
  • Jason: I'm not making 5 boxes of mac and--
  • Billy: *comes in the front door without knocking*
  • Billy: Hey, I love mac and cheese!
  • Jason:
  • Jason: *opens six boxes*
Work It Out

In which Eric Bittle officially comes out to his Mama. 

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It was only hours into Christmas vacation and the Bittle Family’s quaint, sunshine yellow kitchen was already overflowing with every kind of pie-like confection imaginable. Apple. Cherry. Rhubarb. You name it, and it was probably perched on one of the many crowded windowsills.

This increased state of pie productivity was due in part to the fact that the elder Bittle had missed her son/best friend/partner in sugary crime something fierce while he was away at college, but it was mostly just because Eric himself was more nervous than he’d ever been in his whole life.

Today was the day. Today was the day he would tell her about Jack.

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Zootopia / Robin Hood Fanfiction TAKE A STAND epilogue

(AN/ Here we go…the end. Take a Stand had been my most successful fic and that is only possible because of you amazing folks who actually read it reviwed, liked, faved, followed and reblogged this dumb fic, I want to high five all of you for being so awesome. Now I have to thank a few folks who helped illustrate this fic; @ziegelzeig dude you know how much I love your work and your friendship you’re an amazing artist and writer, I love you dude. @fuzzywuzzylittletail you came up with some crackin’ artwork for this fic thank you, shadowed-visitor thank you too for your song/art pieces, @reddoshirousagi06 thank you for your brilliant sketches, @trashasaurusrex @ky-jane @blueberrycarrots @idealbean and everyone else who contributed. Thank you all for reading…so without further ado let’s get cracking with this chapter.)

Here’s the fanfiction,net link…

Epilogue - One Year Later

The smell of engine oil and old wood brought back a host of memories for Judy as she clambered up the ladder to the upper level of one of the many barns at Hopps farm, she used to play cops and robbers with her siblings all the time as a kit but right now the twenty six year old bunny needed a moment to relax in the barn. It had been a very hectic day, as soon as she stepped off the train at Bunnyburrow station it had been a non stop series of hugs, catching up with relatives and being overstuffed with the mountains of food that had been prepared for the massive party had arrived from Zootopia including; herself, Nick, Luna, Marian, Robin, Little John, Jack and Skye.

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cruzfucker69  asked:

At my school we're required to take a grape juice carton at lunch. As a result, it's become part of Carmel culture to find them left around in improbable places such as rooftops, chimneys, ceiling beams, etc.

Like a grape flavored scavenger hunt

OK! So, I finally got this done! Well, more like I kept going and here I am with another monster. sooooo enjoy?

This is for @thatonefromthatthing as my second place winner!! And it’s only the first part ^^; I overwrote once again and the second art will be out by the end of the month, if not early April. So the fluff isn’t over till this is done basically xD

Summary: Keith always wanted to join the circus - something that most kids wouldn’t dream of, but for him, it was all he thought about. Going to a circus when he was younger was his drive, but it hadn’t been any kind of circus. It had been the Legendary Voltron Circus. Now that he was out of the foster system, he set to finding it, tracking it down to a small town in the middle of nowhere. After one show, it was all it took to rekindle the flame inside of him and make him join. He accomplished his dream, but he hadn’t counted on falling for the acrobat in blue along the way.

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[Part 1]

Keith adjusted the strap on his bag and took the key from the hotel hostess. This was his third town in a month and after driving all day, he was exhausted. For the past few years now, he’s been skipping from one town to the next, looking for a place to belong. But when you have some crazy interests that no one really gets, it makes it hard. He was still going, though, so that counts.

He mumbled a quick thanks and headed off to his room.

To tell the truth, he was only in this town for one reason, and if it weren’t for that, he would have skipped his town entirely. There was something here that caught his interest.

The Legendary Voltron Circus.

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For some reason, Y/N had gotten the bright idea of getting fit into her head. It wasn’t like she was unhappy with her body or how she looked but she was tired of being the weak human that had to be constantly saved by her vampire boyfriend. She wanted to be strong; to be able to defend herself should the occasion arrive–and knowing this town, it would. So she asked her boyfriend Stefan to teach her how to fight. He was hesitant at first, not wanting to accidentally hurt her but eventually–after much pouting on her end–he caved. He started her with light exercise which including a whole bunch of crunches and learning how to throw punches. To say that she was exhausted would be an understatement but it wasn’t all bad. More often than not Stefan did his own exercises alongside her. Giving her plenty of motivation to keep going so that she could watch him get shirtless and sweaty. 

“You know that I can feel your eyes on me, right?” Stefan teased, not looking away from the ceiling beam that he was using to lift his body up and down. Y/N shook her head, snapping herself out of her zombie-life trance, before responding defensively. 

“I can’t help myself. How am I supposed to focus when you’re doing…that?” She quickly turned her attention back to the punching bad that she had been lazily punching a few moments ago but it wasn’t long before her eyes drifted back over to her boyfriend. Damn, he was hot. Feeling her eyes on him once again, Stefan lowered himself to the ground before making his way over to her. 

“You know, I find you very distracting as well.” He whispered from behind her, his breath sending the best kind of shivers down her body. “ What are we going to do about that?” All thoughts of continuing her exercise flew from Y/N’s mind as Stefan’s hands began to run over her body.

i could teach you - taeyong scenario

Lee Taeyong

words - 1073

genre - bartender!taeyong, (idk what this fic is man really), angst?

part - one / two / three / four / five

soundtrack - kid bloom: i kissed a girl and she kissed me (x)

Originally posted by yoon-to-the-oh

As you passed your fingertips idly across the crystal counter, you raised the shot glass to your crimson stained lips, sinking the pellucid liquid down in one gulp. You hoped the burn would somehow erase the ache that had swelled up within you. Or at least helped you to forget its existence. Groaning, you swiveled around in the high chair you’d perched yourself on the second you’d entered the club. Leaning your back on the bar behind you, you casted eyes to the pulsating waves that made up the crowd. Although you couldn’t even see them as your vision was a spinning kaleidoscope of fuchsia and lavender lights. Perhaps you’d taken one too many shots. But who fucking cares anyway. It’s not like he did. If he did care, you wouldn’t have found him fucking a complete stranger in your bed. On the night of your anniversary.

You burst out in laughter at the sardonicism that made up your life, tossing your head back and beaming at the white ceiling. The couple seated a distance away from you throw you a speechless stare and after a hushed hurried discussion between them, they collected their stuff to flee, leaving empty glasses in their wake. You watched them go not bothered by their reactions towards you at all.

“You know, if you’re gonna scare my customers away, I think you should leave.”

The voice came from behind you. It’s low, deep even and the speaker talks loud enough so that he can be heard over the earsplitting music. You don’t bother to turn around. Keeping your eyes on the sea of people, you simply replied, “I’m your customer too. It may be my fault that they left or perhaps it was your shit service.”

“I make great drinks, thank you very fucking much and I must have great service if I’m tolerating your ass here.”

You whirled around at this, slamming your glass on the counter and gripping a tight hold on the marble to stop yourself from puking all over the place. The bartender, and your current offender, raised one very fine dark eyebrow at your antics, shaking his head slightly in disapproval.

“Shut up and get me another shot.”

“Can’t,” He shoot you a rueful smile, white teeth glowing, and shrugs his slim shoulders in indifference. “You’ve had over twelve. If I give you more, you might die from alcohol poisoning.”

“Who cares, maybe I want to die,” I remarked, staring openly into his brown eyes. They widend in disbelief at your words, and concern pours into them like a stormy sky setting lose a vicious downpour of rain.

“May I ask what exactly happened to you?”

Your gaze flickered to his white platinum hair, which shimmers like violet under the florescent lights. For a moment you’re mesmerized by it, then you look back at his face and wonder why he even cared to ask.

“Why?” You questioned back.

“Well, you’re drinking your liver to death, you look extremely miserable and your eye makeup has wreaked havoc on your face. Plus the dress you’re wearing looks way too elegant for this club.”

You snorted at his words, glancing down at the silver dress you’d purchased for the anniversary dinner you thought you were going to have. “Should I change my outfit then?”

“You could explain the story,” He retorted, resting both hands onto the counter with an expectant look gracing his handsome face.

“Okay. I found my boyfriend of three years fucking his co-worker in our bed. On our anniversary.”

The bartender takes a visible intake of air, eyebrows hitting his hairline in astonishment. “Fuck man. That’s low.”

You rolled your eyes at his statement and turned your gaze to the frosted bottle of Smirnoff behind him. “I know. Can I have another shot now?”

“Absolutely not. Also, why the hell are you here and not ripping his balls off?”

You look back him, startled at his blatant remark.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, any decent person who had just been cheated on should be destroying their ex-partners lives – not drowning themselves in Smirnoff, which is shit vodka by the way.”

You narrow your eyes at him, questioning how his brain cells functioned. “How would you know that? Did somebody cheat on you?”

“Well,” He pauses, crooking his head to the side as a sly smirk tugs at his lips. His platinum locks loosely fall onto his face. “I wouldn’t say I’ve been cheated on. More like, I’m the cheater.”

You slapped him.

The sound echoed throughout the club and a few heads turn in your direction but you didn’t care at all.

“Pigs,” You hissed at him, “You’re all pigs. How the fuck do you think it feels when someone you love treats you like shit!” You hoisted yourself up on trembling legs, blatantly ignoring the fact that they felt like jello and you were horribly unstable in the high heels covering your feet.

“Hey! Hey! Calm down okay; it’s not that deep.” He exclaimed, stretching his arms out to grab yours and keep you from toppling over. Large hands enclosed themselves around your upper arms, warm and firm, not allowing you to go.

“Don’t fucking touch-”

“Don’t hate the player, sweetheart, hate the game.”

You froze, turning into a solid block of ice at the words that easily flow out of his mouth. Your own mouth dropped to the floor in astonishment at his audacity. “How can you say that?” You demanded, looking into his eyes, searching for some form of an answer within those deep waves of chocolate.

All he does is shrug nonchalantly, not effected by your reaction. “I’ve said that too many times now to feel anything.”

It takes you a moment to process what he’d just said, your mind slowed down by the large amounts alcohol you’d taken. And then everything sort of snaps into place.

“Get your fucking hands-”

“You know, instead of hating him, or the game, you could learn how to play it.”

The bastard keeps on shocking you with everything he says.

“And who exactly is going to teach me how to break hearts like glass?”

He shoots you a grin and his eyes obtain a sparkle from seemly out of nowhere. “I could.”

But as he spoke, a surge of blackness blankets your vision, leaving you stranded in a deep abyss and falling. Right into the arms of a complete stranger.

a/n: hello! thank you for reading:) I will be posting the remaining parts of I could teach you soon (since two and three are already done). the soundtrack is currently my favorite song right now! tell me what you think about it :)) - fyra

Bucky Barnes

Bucky Barnes x reader (eventually)

Warnings: Language, violence, explosions, mean aliens, pie

A/N: I have no idea what come over me, or why I’m suddenly delving into the Marvel franchise headfirst. All I know, is this is pretty long, but then again, I did write it. I have no self-control, I swear. Enjoy!


“Barnes!” you gasp, lying flat on the ground where you’ve been thrown by the explosion of a nearby car. You’re really getting sick of being knocked around all the time, tossed through the air by some kind of freaking alien or asshole in a suit.

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Galway Girl

Rating K+ 


So this is a small one-shot for all my followers thank you all for following me!

Galway girl

“She played her fiddle in an Irish band

But she fell in love with an Englishman”- Ed Sheeran

It was a hot night as Gajeel trudged along Abbey street looking for the Irish pub called Fairy Tail. He had finally graduated from Magnolia University and was free for the weekend. He had overheard his fellow classmates talk about the pub saying that every Friday night there was a band called Shadow Gear that played. Apparently they were so good that there were hardly any tables to sit at and that most of the guests would sit up on the rafters or on any surface that wasn’t a table.

Looking up he saw an iron sign bracket that read “Fairy Tail”, looking inside it was packed to the brim but sweet Irish music flowed from it. He smiled and went inside and was welcomed with the cool AC. He made his way to the bar when out of the corner of his eye he thought he saw a fairy. He looked around getting a view of the scenery until his eyes landed on a tiny girl with a fiddle in hand performing with a band. She danced and jigged along the stage and everyone went wild. In front of the stage was a huge dance floor that full of people dancing to her music.

She was mesmerizing as she played each note with purpose, her body never stopped moving as the band played. She reminded him of a fairy, from the wild blue hair that was held back by and orange headband and those kind yet wild amber eyes. Her other bandmates were playing a guitar and a set of hand drums.

For a split second their eyes met, she gave him a wicked smile and when the song ended she said something to her other band members. They nodded in agreement and the tempo changed, he recognized the song: “Galway Girl”, people began to clear the center of the room, some people began to climb on the beams on the ceiling. She leaped down and began to sting her fiddle in a fast tempo. People began to clap and one by one people began to dance to her music.

Gajeel set his drink down, he could watch her all night if he could. What he didn’t expect was her coming over, grabbing him and dragging him onto the dance floor. He was stunned but pushed that down, he was here to have fun. He danced around her, each step matching as she continued to play, their eyes never leaving each other. People howled and cheered the couple on as they danced without touching each other. Soon more and more people joined and the floor was dancing to the tiny fairy’s addictive music. The tempo got faster and faster and he met each of her steps not wanting to give up. When the song ended they were standing close to each other, both out of breath and smiling. He seized the moment, weather being her plump lips or those wild eyes, but he kissed her and she kissed him back.

“So fairy you got a name?” He asked huskily.


anonymous asked:

HeadCanon! Damian has been slowly building his own floating (Like supported by beams in the cave ceiling) Command Center (Clubhouse) above the Bat Cave. It happened so gradually that he was briefly thought to be lost the first time he went up. You have to use a grapple to get into it and Damian low-key goes up there often because he likes to talk to the actual bats. "No one is allowed in without my approval, Grayson!"

haha Tim calls it the Treehouse just to be a jerk, but also side-eyes his elders because - he wasn’t allowed to have a treehouse, Bruce, what the fuck. 

Dick is the only one allowed up without approval. Dick is the only one who knows the secret password, despite the fact Damian changes it weekly. Bruce asks Dick the password all the time, but Dick won’t betray kiddo’s trust. That shit’s sacred.

(everyone’s a little jealous.)