cold days off work

Simsrena: the big surprise...

Well, I have an almighty cold. 

Originally posted by jenesuispasunefilleparfaite

And what do we do we have an almighty cold and a day off work? We watch Orange is the New Black and write a Simsrena update - oh yeah, I know how to live it up!

So in the last update, we found out that Serena was pregnant! Yey!! Let’s add a new tiny person to the family. So with Serena about ready to pop, our little family decided to take it easy and just spend some quality time together. That means, lets all sit in a room and watch Cam play. 

Yeah, whatever floats your boat guys. I’d have spent it making out with my woman but hey this is cool too. 

While Bernie was putting Cam to bed, Serena wandered off and when Bernie found her… oh shit we’re in labour! 

It’s ok Bernie, keep your shit together… oh wait… she’s not keeping her shit together. 

Originally posted by drinkingbleach

What is it with you guys? Bernie, you’re supposed to be the one with the cool head, the one that can put aside her feelings when there’s shit to be done…

Ok, you’re just panicking. Fine. Whatever.

Well, even with Bernie flailing around the hospital like a crazy person, Serena managed to pop out her kid! 

Look at her!

Welcome to the world baby Jason. 

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

And… wait… who the hell is that?

Originally posted by geekylaugifs


Oi! You lot - look! They had twins! 

It’s Jason and Elinor. I just… my heart can’t take it… I mean… I really shouldn’t be this excited about my sims having twins but they’re… THEY HAD FUCKING TWINS!

Serena is holding Jason and Bernie is holding Elinor… I think… I’m purely basing that on the fact Bernie is standing in front of the pink crib… well whichever is which, welcome Jason and Ellie!

Bernie and Serena are pretty happy, I’m pretty happy, I hope you guys are pretty happy too but you know who ain’t happy?

HAHAH! It’s ok little Cam, we still love you!

I don’t know about you lot but I’m feeling pretty happy. Cold? What cold? My sims just produced two tiny people - I don’t have time to have a cold! I’m too happy to be ill! she says as she crawls under her blanket

Originally posted by partofthenewromantics

This Simsrena update is especially for @midlifelez. And a special shout out to @rizzthebizz, @christmascactus and @shitscribbles x


mark tuan 💖

cuddling w mark tuan, bro don’t even get me started. i imagine cuddling mark on a cold rainy day. It would be his time off work and he would rather spend it with you. Like usual he would show up looking fluffy as ever. He would show up with a sweet and simple grin on his face. He would take your hand in his and drag you to your bedroom. Taking off his shirt and tossing it towards you, signaling you to put it on. He would lay down right next you with nothing but his sweats hanging low on his waist. He would squish his arms around you hips pulling you closer to him.  His hands loosely hanging on your hip and thigh and your caressing his hair and face. He would lean down towards you placing small pecks all over your face. You guys would talk about whats been going on lately, just catching up. He would ask you about your day and you would him about his. You both telling each other how much you guys missed each other. He would tell you about the stupid mosquitoes that invaded his room after he came back from tour and how’s he’s been sleeping in yugyeom’s bed because of it. telling you he rather sleep in your bed … with you. You would just giggle and tell him that he’s welcomed anytime and that he should really get the mosquito problem fixed lol. You guys would just spend endless hours looking into each others eyes and just talking about anything. The only times you would be getting up is to use the bathroom or to pick up the food you guys ordered other than that you wouldn’t move. You would stay in each others embrace slowly drifting to sleep. 


just a smol lil drabble i had written a couple days ago!!! hope you guys like it !!! hey guys please report or send us the link if people keep stealing our works!! 

- Ericaaaaaaa 

starrkwhitecoyotes  asked:

Welcome welcome!! Might i request some headcanons of Hitsugaya-taicho with a cold/fever and his s/o trying to get him away from doing paperwork? Loved your Shunsui scenario and the blog is wonderful! I wish you the absolute best out there! :)

Honestly, yes. Yes you fucking can, because I think this is adorable. Thank you so much, also! I’ll do my best! (I also really love your blog, lol. My favorite Espada deserves the world and more…)

Toshiro Hitsugaya

–Let’s be honest, this guy a literal workaholic. It would take more than a little cold to get him to even consider taking the day off work, and even then he’d be thinking about it all day to the point where he wouldn’t get much rest. He would pretend there was nothing wrong, ignoring your obvious concern, and shooing Rangiku along when she inevitably chastises him for not taking care of himself.

–To get him away from his work would take a lot of persuading on your part. Not only is he serious about getting shit done, but he’s stubborn. He wouldn’t want to admit that he was in a weakened state, but you’re not stupid. He knows you’re not stupid, and this would fluster him because you’re trying to dote on him and make him relax.

–However, logically he knows that he should probably take it easy, so while it would take a while for you to break down his pride, a little pleading from you about how you’re worried because his usually pale countenance is feverish, and his eyes are a little glossy would bring him around. Especially when his body starts to feel heavy.

Really, you’re not stupid, Shiro. Paperwork can wait until tomorrow, you need to rest!”

Yes, yes, alright. At least allow me to finish this document before you haul me off to god knows where.”

–It would be one of the few times he wouldn’t get moody at you bossing him around. You’d really have to make Rangiku promise not to tease him when he came back, too, because I think he would just die internally if she mentioned how cute it was that you took care of him. 

–When you’ve successfully quarantined him to his barracks, honestly he won’t have the will the even really fight you. He’ll just let you treat him–a cold rag on his forehead, switched out regularly to try and keep him at his usual icy temperature, making him something light to eat to keep his strength up. He’ll draw the line at you feeding him, however, stuttering with pink cheeks (that have nothing to do with the fever).

T-That’s not necessary! I can feed myself.”

…But thank you…for the food.”

–Also, in a sort of fever-induced haze, he would easily tell you that he likes the feeling of your hands on him. That your presence is soothing, and your hands feel good, cool, on his skin.


Wow, I took a month off and everything went crazy around here.  Hello to all my new followers!  I actually made three pies over Christmas, two cherry pies and one egg nog tart, but I was too lazy and busy to bother photographing them.  Also there are only so many cherry pies a person can look at before they become boring.  I mean, theoretically.  I have yet to reach that number, but I’m sure it exists.

Today’s midweek mini pie is brought to you by a terrible head cold, a day off work, and a gigantic box of organic nectarines that got delivered to my household last week.  I figured I should make ‘em small, since probably cooking for other people while you have the plague is a bit of a faux pas, and I wasn’t sure I could eat a whole pie myself.  Having actually tasted this, though, I reckon I could.  It’s sooo goooood.

The nectarines are sweet and juicy and perfect, and I added just a little sugar, a splash of bourbon and a drizzle of maple syrup to make the sauce for the filling, plus a couple of tablespoons of cornflour.  The pastry is a mini batch of my usual pie crust, I just halved the quantities.

Being sick is THE WORST but fresh summer stone fruit and pastry seems like a good antidote, or at least a nice distraction.  A quick and easy entry back into my fifty pies project, and not a bad start to 2017 - the year of the pie!

iconic shadowhunters styles to consider

• Alec Lightwood, right, but wearing a t a n k t o p. His arms completely free from sleeves. Just really out there. Getting tan during the summer and maybe (maybe!) his hair getting a little lighter at the tips.
• Clary Fray in a romper!! Specifically during the spring or summer when she has her hair up in a loose ponytail, brushing between her shoulder blades. Reds and pinks and yellow colors with sunglasses on her little button nose. Jace and Isabelle need CPR
• SPEAKING of Isabelle. A suit. Like a tux. Tailored to fit her exactly with her smirk cutting sharp against her cheek because she looks good and she knows it. Bright red lipstick. Leaving stains on all the wine glasses she drinks from at a party.
• And okay even Shadowhunters have to protect themselves from the rain so Jace?? Jace Whatever in a YELLOW RAINCOAT. Clutching his striped umbrella to stay dry. His hair a little messy from the humidity and when he looks up at the sky you can see his sharp jawline from miles away.
•Luke Garroway! Wearing! Plaid! Spending his weekends camping with the Frays with his red and black plaid and his big comfy hiking boots. Wearing the knitted friendship bracelets that little Clary made him around the campfire proudly on his wrists.
•You’re not ready for this one: Magnus Bane in pajamas. Sitting on his couch with leftover Chinese in his lap, loose pajama pants pooling around his legs as he stretches out and rubs his tired eyes, smearing makeup everywhere. His hair flops over his eyes as he dozes off after working all day.
•Simon Lewis gets cold really easily okay so look, he wears lots of sweaters. Bomber jackets!! Hats covering his messy curls! Scarves covering his face so that you can only see his little red nose and the light little freckles over his face.

Sun Rise >> Yongguk, You (Scenario)

Don’t know how I’m always ending up with more than 1k words XD Enjoy!

Quote: “ Love in such a way that you make the person feel free.” 

It was three in the morning, when you heard your phone ringing beside you on the night stand. You had a long day at your work, a really long tiring day, for some prank night calls.  

Opening your tired and heavy eyes, you groaned shifting your body to the side, reaching for your phone, ready to snap at whoever was calling at an hour like this.

Without seeing who the caller was as you barely could open your eyes, you put the phone on your ears and sighed.

“You are sleeping?” A voice said from the other side, which you couldn’t recognize as sleep was taking over you again.

“Whoever you are, you will get your ass kicked. I promise. Who the hell won’t be asleep at a time like this?” You murmured, but frowned when you heard a soft chuckle from the other side.

“You are really a sleepyhead.” The caller said, making you wonder who the hell he think he was, talking as if the both of you knew each other for years.

Lifting the phone from your ear, blink to clear your vision, you smiled and half laughed when you saw who the caller was and your voice changed 180 degrees, from annoyed to cheerful girlfriend mood on.

“Oh! Why are you calling now?” You said, softly.

“You sometimes freaks me out.” He laughed and you whined, cutely.

“What is it?”

“Can you open the door?” He asked. “I’m freezing to death.”

“You are outside.” You exclaimed, kicking the blanket away from you as you ran downstairs to the front door, opening it.

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Fall cuddles w/ Seventeen!

IT’S THE MOST WONDERFUL OF THE YEAR~! Christmas time? Pfft no, i’m talking about fall! We have Halloween, puffy sweaters, the changing of the leaves, PUMPKIN SPICED EVERYTHING! How would it feel to cuddle this crazy group of boys on a cold fall day?


  •  This boy would love to cuddle his S/O any day, but adding a cold, brisk morning would be the cherry on top.
  • This would give him a chance to look at his handsome or beautiful S/O and truly take in all of your small features and love them. 
  • Not to mention he would probably trace small and slow circles on your back without even realizing it. 
  • Just imagine a cinnamon scented room, while you’re buried under soft blankets. Nothing, but warm and fuzzy feelings on a cold and windy morning.


  • This boy’s favorite season would probably be autumn.
  • He would be the type to cuddle and watch movies on the couch while wearing sweaters and fuzzy socks. 
  • A few short pecks might be exchanged, but overall he’d be too busy looking at you and not the movie!
  • A popcorn smell would float around while you two catch up on the latest drama or cute lil’ Halloween cartoons. 


  • Small bean would enjoy cuddling while in the studio. A cold fall day won’t stop him from working his butt off!
  • You would quietly sit on his lap while he softly rests his chin on your shoulder. You would listen to him record and create new rhythms in his own quirky way.
  • At some point you’d take a break and bring in coffee, causing the room to smell like pumpkin spiced tea and muffins.
  • But both of you don’t mind, it adds to the cool fall effect.


  • He would be the type to enjoy playing his guitar for you while huddled close. So close that you can feel the vibrations of the acoustic guitar. 
  • He would softly strum and hum along to his little tune, while you slowly fall asleep.
  • He would probably be screaming at how close you were, but you know he would love the contact.
  • Eventually you’d snore away and he’d smile while strumming away. All you could smell was his soft cologne.


  • It’d be a rainy fall day, and all he’d want is to just hold you under a warm blanket and never let go.
  • He’d play soft music while the rain rages on in the background.
  • You two would go back and forth with choosing songs, and each would have it’s own personal connection. The music would be mellow in order to fit the relaxed and cool atmosphere.
  • All you could smell was the cold rain while the music and him made you intoxicated with a drowsy happiness.


  • Days like this would be extremely relaxing for him. Nothing but the silent sounds of you two together keeping warm.
  • He’d be another one to want constant contact with you no matter what. He’d love to just face his beautiful or handsome S/O and enjoy a quiet moment with you.
  • There may even be a few moments of talking about anything and everything.
  • He’d fill you with the scent of fresh bed sheets and the warmth of his laughter and cuddle.


  • I can’t really see him as enjoying to cuddle frequently. He’d be the type to do something spontaneous…like baking to Halloween songs!
  • So you’d turn the stereo or whatever device all the way up and enjoy each other’s terrible or maybe even amazing baking skills.
  • You’d make a mess in the end, but hey that means you can listen to music even longer and joke around.
  • As soon as it’s time to let the pastries bake, you two would finally cuddle. It may be more of a ‘Wow, i’m tired from baking cuddle!’, but those are just as cute! You would enjoy a simple snuggle on the couch while being overwhelmed by the scent of cinnamon and sugar.


  • This is another energetic one! I’m sure there are days where all he wants to do is sleep in and just stay in each other’s warmth. 
  • This would be on an especially cold day. Most likely a day where he’ll get up to make you both hot cocoa or some tea and just relax with you.
  • All your cuddles would be you dozing off and waking up constantly. Where typically it’s Hoshi’s chance to stare at you with utter happiness. 
  • Your semi-frequent snores would fill the room as he watched and thought to himself. And the room was filled with nothing, but the smell hot cocoa and tea.


  • This shy boy would freak at the touch of you. Granted he would love the idea to cuddle you, but expect him to be flustered the entire time!
  • His favorite type would most likely be where he’s the big spoon. In this position he can latch onto you and intertwine your legs in a jumbled mess.
  •  He’d really enjoy the aspect of just holding you close and basking in each other’s warmth. 
  • There would be moments of sleep, conversation, and maybe a few exchanges of small affection.


  • This ray of sunshine would jump at the chance to cuddle you, no matter the situation!
  • His favorite way to hold you would be a tie between the ‘Koala Method’ and by being face to face so he could stare at his beautiful or handsome S/O!
  • By being face to face, he would be able to hold quiet little conversations and enjoy the warmth that you give to him. By doing the ‘Koala Method’ he’s able to hold you close and never want to let you go.
  • You two would face each other with bright smiles, despite the cold weather outside, because, quite frankly, you two are in your own little world.


  • He would love to just cuddle and do nothing,but talk and hold you close! 
  • The cold never bothered him anyway, so you could probably get away with being a blanket hog??
  • Not only would he enjoy talking to you, he would enjoy seeing your cute, half-asleep face. He’d enjoy hearing your groggy voice, but would cover it with utter shade.
  • “You honestly sound like an old man when you wake up. Where is my beautiful/handsome S/O?????”
  • Sassy pants would love to just have an early morning session, just so he can see your adorable face longer. It would just be the two of you and the smell fresh bed sheets.


  • We already know that this meme enjoys sleep, but he loves you even more. The slightest mention of a cuddle session would make him a little flustered, but he’d act as cool as possible.
  • Since he’d be a little flustered he’d look for a small distraction like a manga or watching an anime while snuggled up. 
  • You two would waste the day away watching nothing but anime and catching up with the latest manga. As nerdy as it is, you too would probably argue over which character would win in a fight against (insert character name here.)
  • And of course, with every anime marathon you gotta have snacks. With those snacks the air would be warm and filled with a salty smell from the potato chips and other junk food.


  • Awe this young bean would be so frazzled and happy that you wanted to cuddle while it’s cold outside!
  • His way of cuddling would be similar to Minghao’s, where he isn’t facing you but has you close to his chest. Every once in a while your legs would probably tangle together.
  • This boy would probably want to listen to music while with you. You already know it would just be Michael Jackson and maybe a few k-pop songs. 
  • You would share earbuds and just enjoy the close contact while the cold and miserable day passes.

Awe I really liked writing this one, the idea of autumn was a really great idea! Keep the requests coming! I finally opened my askbox, so go ahead and ask away~!

- Admin Ryn

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anonymous asked:

prompt: muggle au where lily's marriage is arranged to someone else and her boyfriend james is trying to figure out what to do about it

He sneaks in through the window, getting stuck on the hinge like always and probably cancelling out any secrecy that comes from climbing in the window by swearing profusely every time his legs get stuck. Which is every time.  

“He’s not even home” Lily says, sitting on her kitchen counter with her legs in the sink and drinking a beer. There is just something better about sitting on the kitchen table, she can’t explain it, every time she does it she is thirteen again and Petunia is asking if she wants some watermelon.

He straightens up. “Yes, but if I came in the door it wouldn’t be a real affair” He is brushing imaginary dust off his shirt, which appears to be stolen from Sirius.

“You’re ridiculous. I have no idea why I even let you in.” He’s opening the fridge and pulling out a beer- Heineken- which he hates but its Louis’s favourite so it’s what they have in the house. There is something in her throat, she gulps more beer.

He leans against the island opposite her, doing that thing where he looks at her and she can feel it right in her stomach, guttural. Most of the time it is like this, when Louis is late at work they’ll sit on the roof and talk or eat chips right from the bag and then she’ll hear the door, go slithering back through the window while he climbs down the gutter.

“Where is he” he says casually, not looking at her.

“Barcelona. Four days.” She has a sudden urge to turn the tap on, let her feet get soaked, catch a cold and take time off work and lie in bed for days- James would complain about how she was going to get him sick and then order Thai and then watch movies he’s already seen again just so he could tell her she was wrong when she tried to guess the ending.  She can see it as if it has already happened.

He looks back, and reaches his foot up to nudge against her thigh. “Alright?”

This is a question, but she just takes another swallow and feels the beer slide down her throat, along all those nerves. The ring on her finger weighs a thousand pounds, it is a wonder her arm can support the weight, that it doesn’t just rip right off- landing on the kitchen tiling, a bloody mess to clean up.

“Lil, are you alright?” his voice pulls her back, and this is very bad- because she has dreamt about him every night this week and they weren’t wild, adventurous things where they got married in Paris or fucked against the bookcase in the library. They were just, normal, they went shopping in one. He sat in the trolley and she wore his shirt. In another he stacked the dishwasher in an apartment that didn’t have any Heineken in it and she was eating cereal while telling him about some crazy cab driver Marlene had had yesterday in the city.

“Yeah-yeah I’m just- “she hops off the counter, feet leaving mist marks against the tiles, “I’m just wondering how jealous I should be knowing that you and Sirius are swapping shirts.”

He reaches round the back of her head with one hand, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Please” he says, walking over the couch and jumping on it like he’s done it before-like he’ll do it again, “me and Sirius are purely platonic. Its Remus you need to worry about.”

Two months later, when Louis comments on how many chip packets there are in the roof gutters, she’ll blame it on the kids down the street- the ones who always toilet paper their house on Halloween. She’ll go up there later, sweep them all out- heart in her throat as if it wants to say something, like an apology, or his name.

Nurse’s Orders

Request four for @fexiled​ I’m getting through the fluff ♥

The request - A humourous sickfic

Summary: Stan gets sick on the Stan’O’War II. Stan is a grouch, adamant he can still help and Ford finds himself with a fairly difficult patient to deal with.

AN: ^.^ I hope the fluff is making people smile ♥

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thedashinghoodlum  asked:

Since Papyrus doesn't want to talk about the DayQuil incident, I want to talk about the DayQuil incident. What is it?


Undyne:  It was five years ago. It was a Saturday, so Papyrus had the day off from work, but he had a cold, so he decided he was gonna take some of this DayQuil stuff. Well, I had to work, so I left him to it, but apparently he misread the directions, SOMEHOW— 


Undyne:  –So when I come home, I see him slumped over on the couch looking all out of it, and he’s scolding this pile of blankets for sleeping in the middle of the day, which was admittedly pretty freaking funny—he kept calling it Sans—but he notices I’m there after a second and tells me he made spaghetti. 

Undyne: When I look in the kitchen, there’s a pot on the stove…filled to the brim with nothing but sprinkles. At this point I knew something was up, and then I look over and see this empty bottle of DayQuil and I just start laughing my ass off, because, I mean, Papyrus getting drunk off cough syrup like some of the idiots I have to bust? That’s hysterical!

If it would have ended there, it would have been great!

Undyne: BUT IT DIDN’T.

Undyne:  I go to check on Arial? She’s just sitting there in her room on top of a pile of bones, playing with them like nothing’s happening. I try to hop in the shower? There’s this giant bone sitting there, in the tub, with a shower cap on and everything. 

Undyne:  I look out at the garden in the backyard? BONES. IN THE FLOWER BEDS. And they’re not just scattered around, no, they’re standing straight up like they’re actual plants, all exactly the same distance apart and neat as can be! I try to go to bed that night? FULL OF BONES. 

Undyne:  He wakes up the next day completely fine, doesn’t remember a thing, of course, but weeks later, I was still finding bones around the house. Shower’s clogged? That’s because there’s A BONE SHOVED DOWN THE DRAIN. Bones in the garbage cans. There are bones laid out on cookie sheets in the oven. Bones in random places just buried in the yard. A month later I had to fix a leak on the roof and found a bone up there somehow! 

Undyne:  But it didn’t even stop there! Later that year, when we went to get out the Christmas decorations, they were all missing. Not a single decoration. What was there instead? BONES! 

We let Toriel do an Easter egg hunt here with some kids from the community a couple years ago, since her place was getting remodeled—that was a mistake. Guess what these kids manage to find, partially buried in the ground? 


Arial: Mom, that’s two quarters in the swear jar!

Undyne: Except this time they’re not just lying around. No. When we go to try and dig them all out, they’re all arranged in a particular order, and we figured out they’re in the shapes of letters, to spell something out. What does it spell out? 

 “Asparagus.” That’s it. No idea what it means. No context. Just “asparagus.” 

Undyne: We still find stuff every now and again. Bones in the basement, buried in the flowerbeds…I honestly have no idea what was going through his head, or how he found time to do all of it.


Undyne: In a weird way, it is kind of impressive…and it’s also impressive that in fifteen years of being a cop you’re still the weirdest drunk I’ve ever seen.

Papyrus: IT’S A GIFT. 

((Ahh I forgot to edit this in but this is based on this post from my other blog! Me and @undyrus-forever came up with the idea one night.))

Here’s a photo of my breakfast, since I have nothing else going on this week. Fourth day off from work due to this lingering cold. I’m on the mend, but my coughs and sneezes are still not acceptable in the office - I hate it when other people come to work sick, so am taking my own advice and staying put at home… at least Netflix is getting a nice workout😁

Macaroni pt. 16 (final) // Luke Hemmings

Originally posted by mukenope

Requested; Yes
Summary; Luke is a struggling single parent and you’re his son’s teacher.

(chapter 1 - 15)


He didn’t pick up the next day, or the next. Luke refused to talk to you, making small talk through text only, making you feel cold and empty. At least you knew he was alive but then why in world would he not pick up? It was all too clear, he didn’t want you to find out about his secret affair.

What was even more unsettling was that Toby seemed so unfazed about not having his dad by his side or questioning his whereabouts it was like Luke didn’t even exist. It was becoming to much and you didn’t know what to do at this point. When did everything start falling apart so suddenly?

Liz started to noticed that you were on a different planet, dazing off at most times. How were you suppose to bring up accusations such as that there was a high chance her son was cheating on you?

“Luke’s going to make it, stop worrying so much (Y/N),” Celeste stopped in the middle of “it isn’t good for the baby you know.” 

“It’s Christmas Eve, it’s already 7 and he’s not here Celeste.” You shivered from the cold. “Plus you dragged me to come shopping and just about every store is already closed so your point?”

 You were surprised when Celeste (the most reliable of the bunch) approached you asking if you could accompany her to the plaza to buy Luke’s last minute gift. Instead of finding his gift, like she promised, she ended up with armful of bags of gifts for herself. 

“Someone’s not in the Christmas spirit.” You snapped in her direction and glared at her. Pushing your buttons had become one of Celeste’s hobbies lately, quite frankly you were getting sick of it. A second later you felt your eyes sting with tears of frustration. “Oh my god no (Y/N) don’t cry, I’m sorry you know I was just messing around.”

Celeste pulled you into a giant hug, muffling your wails. God you were such a mess, everything was all wrong. “I want go home.” You mumbled as she backed away from you to wipe the tears that stained your reddened cheeks.

Before answering she checked the time on her phone and gave you a soft smile, “Okay lets go.”

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here’s some decent photo’s of my art show: Teen Day Dream

it was so fun and amazing to organize everything with all my friends who helped out, but now I have a cold because I’ve been working too hard so I took the day off work to rest up :)

It is no degrees here in Chicago. People literally got the day off from work because it is too cold. Still, some guy thought this sexy winter get up I have going on was pretty sexy, and followed me saying I looked like Marilyn Monroe and then shouting at me to dance for him.

It was actually cool, though, because TWO!! People asked if I was okay/ tried to block him off. Two!!! Usually nobody helps!

Anyway, 0 degrees does not prevent cat calling.

Xo Kati

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cheshire-kas  asked:

Dipper- Oooooh. Mabel showing Dipper a magazine, and then he's all "Meh, he's not my type." Then he realizes what he said and blushes, and Mabel pesters him about it then when Bill comes in his blush gets darker

Drabble Hell. Let it begin.

Rate and Date


“Okay, rating of this one?” Dipper sighed as dramatically as he could, looking at the male model in the magazine Mabel held up for him. Taking in the over-the-top muscles and terrible hair cut he wrinkled his nose.

“Can I go into the negative numbers?” Mabel lowered the magazine and pouted, Dipper sighing again. Of all the days for Wendy to be off work with a cold it had to be the day Mabel wanted to play her ‘Rate and Date’ games. Considering Stan was on tours and Bill was fixing up old exhibits it was up to him to entertain his sister. “Okay, okay. I guess…three?”

“Would you date him-”

“Ew, no.” At Mabel’s look he gave his own. “Muscle headed idiot isn’t my type. You know this. You know this after setting me up on dates. Multiple dates. Never endings dates of pain and humiliation that finally came to a close when I broke and started rambling- …Like I am now.”

“Alright then, what is your type?”

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