i have red hair too, which is pretty awesome. and also horrible, sometimes, because being ginger affects so much more than the just the pigment of your hair. so anyways here are some facts about dex and his hair bc i can relate:
he’s so pale
he’s so pale
even when he kind of manages to get a little darker after a sunburn fades, he’s still paler than everyone else’s normal skin tone
he does not tan. ever.
yeah sure, he may work on a lobster boat all summer, but buddy, i promise you, he’s not gonna come out of it looking nice and bronze
(why do people write fics where he comes back from the summer with a killer tan??? no bro, he probably just looks like a lobster. it sucks)
his skin just slowly gets pinker until he has a terrible sunburn, and then sometimes if he’s lucky it will turn out a little tanner when it fades
he probably uses at least spf 50, lbr here
actually, nah probably higher than that if we’re being honest
and he has to apply it like every hour
ugh and oh my god, he probably gets splotchy sunburns!!!
SPLOTCHY SUNBURNS ARE THE WORST
basically you think you’ve put sunscreen everywhere and spread it evenly but NOPE
random blotches of your skin will just be bright red while the rest is ridiculously pale and you look like you have some sort of disease-ridden rash
it has probably happened on his face and it’s the saddest thing
he has freckles for dayssssss (especially after the summer because they come back in full force during that season)
in the most random places
some are on his lips and on the back of his knees and his elbows and just very odd places
its a never ending cycle of freckles fading while new freckles form
he kind of gets a tan through his freckles???
bc he has so many and as they fade they kind of blotch together and make him look tan, but when you look really close you’re just like, oh, those are just tiny dots bunched together, not the actual pigmentation of your skin
he has. SO MANY. freckles on his shoulders
if you are of the male specimen, you probably go out shirtless in the summertime, and the sun hits you really hard on your shoulders, and thus, so. many. freckles. there.
(this is literally the most prominent place of freckles for redhead boys. please ask my brother and all of my cousins)
“does the carpet match the drapes?” ;)
why do people ask this
he gets this all the time, and it’s not just from people hitting on him
PEOPLE JUST GENUINELY WANT TO KNOW FOR SOME REASON???
and it’s super awkward
especially when they don’t match. bc um. a lot of times they don’t. just so you know.
“haha, firecrotch, huh?”
will wouldn’t find this funny even if it were accurate
back to the sunburn thing, it’s nice in the winter when he doesn’t get fried!! JUST KIDDING BC BLUSHING IS A THING
yeah anytime he gets remotely embarrassed or flustered, his face is the color of a tomato okay
even if he’s not actually uncomfortable, it still happens
“dex, nice shirt, man.” ➝ red face
“dude, nice assist!”➝ red face
*accidentally bumps into someone* ➝ red face
anytime nursey says anything ever, his face is red. i promise you this. i know this to be true
HE NEVER WEARS RED
or pink or orange, for that matter
(but i mean he goes to samwell so the red thing is kind of hard)
he unintentionally gravitates towards green and blue clothing bc his mom probably accidentally instilled in him that they compliment his hair as a child
this is so real. this is the realest, most relatable thing
going to samwell was probably super weird bc he had to start buying spirit wear and stuff and when he did, he realized he didn’t own any other red clothing
people always make irish jokes or assume he is irish, especially around st. patricks day
dex has no idea if he is irish
people always ask if another redhead they know is related to him
he has heard every “ginger” joke under the sun
no one has ever actually bullied him for it
but everyone makes the same jokes
will basically mouths the words as people say them bc he knows them so well at this point
he’s not actually bothered or offended, it’s just like… dude. he’s heard this before. you’re not being original
it’s very boring and a little irritating
but if he gets annoyed or doesn’t laugh people think he is a bad sport, so!!! he laughs them off even though he’s very disinterested and wants to tell them to maybe get some new material so they can actually say something remotely humorous next time
and he totally knows its not a big deal at all, bc some people have to deal with racist or homophobic jokes, and this doesn’t remotely compare. it’s just… very eye-roll inducing.
he gets horrible bruises for the stupidest shit, and sometimes just randomly and he’s not sure where they came from, bc ya gotta love that sensitive skin!!
oh and back to the ginger jokes thing, someone always makes a comment about that redhead temper!!
which is kind of unfortunate, bc dex kind of does have some temper issues
those jokes do not make him less angry either
(dex, seriously man. just chill for a sec)
wow this got really long and i could go on forever and ever but yeah basically this is the gist of it. also i’m aware some of this can apply to lots of people but anyways hooray for redheads!!
Kind of a pre-Kacchako/vaguely hinted at Kacchako fic, where due to a dare and a bad pick up line, Ochako ends up getting Bakugou to hold her hand. 1200 words approx, flufy and silliness. Partially inspired by this pick up line. (And of course by Sai. Because let’s be honest, I wouldn’t even think of Kacchako things if not for her.)
It started because Mina found a book of intentionally bad
All the girls were sitting in the common area of the dorms, doing homework or talking, when Mina arrived and gleefully showed them the book. When no one made any
objections, Mina started to read out the most amusing or absurd examples at
random as she flipped pages. As time went on they got progressively worse,
until they got so bad that Kyoka threw a cushion at Mina’s head.
guess who got got a 100% on their motivation quiz? … . THIS GURL WOOO HOOO! all that studying came through, i’m glad ;v;
now my seminar’s moving on to personality unit, which has me pretty excited!! we took a bunch of mbti tests and i ended up with esfp ^^” my teacher wants my class to make a lil something in our journals about our personality type and so here it is … a work in progress
hope you all have a beautiful day and hope you smile a lot!!
They literally slam into each other at a roller rink.
It’s a You Can Play benefit thing for kids. Kent’s too busy
watching to make sure he doesn’t run over one of the mini-tots that he
completely misses the giant headed in his direction. And you would think, wouldn’t you, that a guy whose
career involved balancing on knives on ice would take a check on skates as well
as he did in an ice rink, but nope. Kent hits Alexei Mashkov head-on and sends
them both into a pile on the ground.
The icing on the cake is Kent’s arm clotheslining a six-year-old
on the way down.
So now he and Tater are both sitting on the side of the
roller skating rink, holding matching cold packs to their faces while a small
child stuffs tissues up his nose to stop the bleeding.
“I’mb gonna tell everybody at school that Kent Parsob hit by
face!” the kid tells Kent happily, oblivious to his dad’s efforts to keep him
from talking and thereby snorting blood everywhere.
Kent gives him a weak thumbs up. At his side, Alexei makes a
noise that might actually be a giggle.
“You so cute with kids,” Alexei says.
Damn language barriers,
Kent thinks. “You mean I’m good with kids. And I’m not that great. They just
like me because I’m ridiculous.”
“You are very ridiculous,” Alexie agrees. “But I’m choose
right word, ‘cute.’ You are cute being with kids.”
Kent thinks the head-on collision must have knocked
something loose in both their heads. He
twists sideways and gapes, the effect of which is probably lost due to the ice
pack covering half his face. “I’m sorry. What
did you just say?”
For Bitter Sunday maybe: Tony picks up a member for his new group, a mutant girl around Peter's age. Sarcastic, intelligent and talented. So very much like himself and the boys, it's almost as if they're one big family. She's an iron man fan from her childhood, with the merch and grades in school to prove it. When she meets the old team, well, let's say she is a found member of the Tony Stark defense squad for a reason.
Huh, here we go with another OC. For some reason they always have really short names. Idk why.
You have to understand, Gem isn’t particularly friendly to begin with. She’s not–smiley or open or affectionate, not even with the people she likes. And Steve Rogers decidedly is not one of those people. Part of the reason for her distaste, she’ll freely admit, is his appearance.
There was this guy back in middle school that never understood the meaning of the word ‘No’. He was what first got Gem into self-defence. He also convinced her to hate all blondes on principle. (On a side note, ever since she mentioned that Spiderman has been weirdly twitchy around her. The fuck is his problem?)
It doesn’t help that he fought Iron Man–though she’s willing to admit that her hero worship for her childhood hero is perhaps a tad unreasonable a justification for eternal hatred.
Suffice to say that doesn’t stop her.
Gem’s super mutant ability is…stones. Which sucks. She could’ve had something cool, like controlling fire or water but nooo, it just had to be stone. On the plus side, literally bringing the ceiling down on the suck-avengers is pretty fun. And having the ground swallow them. Tony forbids it (eventually), but by that point she just has to make it creak ominously whenever they say something she doesn’t like. Like insulting Mr T. Or making fun of Vampire Diaries.
The first time Gem meets Steve is a lot less violent than one might expect though. She’s sitting on the kitchen table, swinging her legs back and forth when the suck-avengers enter. Rogers first, as always.
Gem stares at him for a long moment–long enough to make it really uncomfortable–before she shrugs dismissively. “You look better in the pictures,” she comments offhandedly and that’s the only time that day she even acknowledges their existence.
The second time they interact, she walks in on Rogers and Mr T arguing in the common room. She doesn’t much care what it’s about, the important part is that they both look furious and Rogers is standing way too close. It’s the first–definitely not the last–time the ground swallows Rogers’ feet and keeps him stuck in place.
“Desperate much?” she wrinkles her nose. “Trying too hard is just a real’ nice description for harassment, dude. And restraining orders are still a thing, Mr T. You might wanna think about getting one.”
…their relationship doesn’t improve after that. That is to say Rogers’ and Gem’s relationship doesn’t. Mr T on the other hand is as awesome as ever.
(Though Gem still hasn’t convinced him to get that restraining order.)
but consider... bing has safe search + can't cuss + can't flip people off so chase lets his kids play with him and ask him questions and bing is so happy cause he feels like he's the main search engine for once ;-; <3
Awww, that’s so cute :’)
Tbh Bing deserves love cause he’s a nice dude 💛 A bit stupid, but still cool :D - Mod Lily
Requests: (by anons)
Could you do a Sebastian imagine where he starts liking the shy, awkward, geeky reader (even though she’s a girl) and it really confuses him and one day he just kisses her and maybe she’ll tell him she likes him too?I love your blog! and Could you write a Sebastian imagine where he falls in love with the awkward, clumsy,shy, geeky reader and it really confuses him cause she’s a girl? And maybe he ends up confessing and they kiss or something? You’re writing is amazing!
Notes: So I realized these two requests were really similar, so I just combined them in one. Also, the entire story is told from Sebastian’s POV, a) because it’s fun, and b) I thought it’d be easier to write him falling in love that way. And the title is just a pun because he always compliments her, and a complement is like half of a whole, or things that go well together.
A coffee shop au where MJ is a barista and Peter comes in every morning. One morning MJ accidentally gives him tea and he doesn't say anything, so she just keeps giving him teas. Every morning he orders a coffee. Every morning she gives him a tea. And he never mentions it. Just takes his tea with a smile. He's driving MJ crazy. Why isn't he bitching about his coffee? Who is this guy?
looooools. but really. who is this actually puppy that doesn’t bitch about his coffee order being wrong? peter parker. dat’s who.
pairing: darcy/tony (ironshock) rating: g word count: 4871
(a million thanks to @ragwitch for her mad beta skills. xoxo)
“Please don’t be an axe murderer,” Darcy muttered to herself as she flicked on her emergency flashers and eased onto the shoulder of the two-lane highway. “Please, please, please. Please don’t make me regret this.”
The figure in her side mirror hesitated, standing so still she could hardly see them in the flickering of her brake light—the rain was coming down in heavy sheets, so heavily that she’d been worried about making it home safely even without the added danger of picking up a stranger from the side of the road. After a moment she considered driving away, but then the figure started to move.
As the person’s reflection grew bigger and more distinct in her rainy side mirror, Darcy was reminded of the terror she’d felt watching Jurassic Park for the first time. A human was a lot different than a giant T-Rex, of course, but her brain wouldn’t let go of the comparison. The ominous click and slide of her windshield wipers didn’t help.
Her mind flitted through all the possibilities—running the gamut from an assassin fleeing the scene of a crime to an escaped convict—but then the person was knocking on her window and she had no more time to think. It was either let him in or drive off and leave him to drown in rainwater and mud. After hesitating for a split second longer, she went with option C and rolled her window down halfway.
“What the hell are you doing out here, dude?”
“Seriously? We can’t have this conversation in the car?”
For all that the rain had soaked through his clothes and plastered his hair to his head, the man’s look was as dry as the New Mexico desert. He was spectacularly attractive, with a face so handsome she couldn’t even fault him for his goatee. She didn’t even like goatees, but somehow he pulled it off a little too well.
He tapped an impatient finger against the half-open window, reminding Darcy why option C hadn’t actually been a real…option. With a slight huff, she rolled her car window up. It was impossible not to grin at the look of indignant rage on the man’s face; he clearly thought she was going to abandon him to the elements.
Instead, she reached over and popped the door open. He slid in immediately, and she mourned the fabric of her passenger seat as he immediately drenched it.
“You’re not gonna kill me, are you?” Her tone was blunt—better to get it out of the way immediately.
The man was clearly a fan of incredulous stares. His gazed bored into the side of her face as she pulled out onto the highway, his jaw slack with bemused horror. Her unease from picking up a stranger immediately abated, replaced with an unholy glee from getting under his skin.
“You’re joking, right? Please tell me you’re joking.”
“Dude, how often do you pick up strangers who are hitchhiking in the middle of the night, in a rainstorm no less? Of course I’m not joking.”
The silence following that statement was pronounced, and stretched for so long she glanced over to make sure he was still conscious. He was, though clearly befuddled. His mouth worked a couple of times before he found his words.
“You’re serious. You really don’t know who I am.” That statement was ominous, and her head shot over to stare at him.
“Oh my god, and I supposed to? Are you an escaped convict or something?” Her eyes darted back to the road—convict or not, she did not want to kill both of them by wrapping her car around a tree—and she desperately tried to remember where she’d put her taser. Was it in her purse?
“What? No. No, no, look—nevermind. And I’m not going to kill you, okay? Sheesh, relax. Although…it’s not like I’d tell you if I was planning on it. I’d be a stupid murderer, don’t you think?” She snorted at that, and he grinned.
“Alright, axe murderer. Where are you headed? And how the hell did you end up walking down this road, anyway?”