come on mat

i wanna do a fic where dadsona and mat were childhood friends, then dadsona grows up to be a super famous rockstar/singer/u know after college.. and he does a concert somewhere in maple bay and it’s like the last show in the tour and pablo drags him there and dadsona comes out on stage and mats like….. o h my god d i know tha t guy ohmygod gos….. then the next day dadsona moves into the cul de sac and mats nervous and craig is like hOlY shIT bRO and Some Shit ensues

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Request for Anonymous

I’ve seen people comparing the Dad’s in Dream Daddy to Overwatch Characters. I’ve seen Morrison, Gabriel and even Junkrat…

BUT TELL ME MAT DOESN’T LOOK LIKE AN OLDER LUCIO. IMAGINE IT!

“Dad, I need help with this math problem!”
“Okay, let’s break it down!”

someone stop me. so excited for this game!

🌈👱😘❤️Homosexuals👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨👬👫🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈.👩‍👦👩👩🙅Women ✔️👩✔️✔️with ☑️children👩‍👦🚶🙇🙇.🔽🔻🔻Short 🙇😩👦💤insomniacs💤🌀😩😴.✔️And a 🔽🔽🔻teeny 🔻🎼tiny 🎧🎶🎼🎻🎺band🎷🎸🎼🎷🥁🥁🎶🎸🎸🎻.✔️🔺🔺😩Come 🔽🔽🔻👐👏back 👇👇🚪in,🚪✔️✔️The 👏😇👋👋welcome 🤚🤚👋🏳️‍🌈mat 😩😫👨is on 🔻🔻the 👇floor.🔻🔻👨👦Let’s 👉👐begin,👨‍❤️‍👨👩‍❤️‍👩👭👫👐✔️🔻This 📝📖story📓📔📒✏️ needs😩😫🤞 📝an ❌😓🤔🙅ending❌🙅❌🚫.👨‍❤️‍👨👩‍❤️‍👩🏳️‍🌈Homosexual 🏳️‍🌈🌈👌father👨👨🙎‍♂️ with ✔️✔️🙎‍♂️👨‍👦🙍‍♂️children👩‍👦🚶🚶.❗️One 1️⃣Bar ⛪️👱🙍‍♂️🤑Mitzvah🤑😆🤑🤑 that is🔻✔️❌❌ scrupulously🔡🏗✒️✏️📝 planned📓📓😩😤😡📝. 😍😘❤️🌈💘💞Lover’s 💕🌈❣️come 😫❣️💘✔️and lover's❣️💘👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨 go😾😵😡💘,🙈😍❤️Lover’s ❤️😡😵👿👊👊👊fight 😈😤😫😱👿👿and sing 🎤🎶🎤🎼📣📢fortissimo🎤🔊🎶🔊,☑️✔️Give these ❤️😱😘handsome 😍😍🙍‍♂️👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨👨👱👱boys 👨💘a 👏👏🤝hand🙏👉🖐👋,👋👋☑️✔️Welcome ✔️✔️👋to 🎤🔊🌈Falsetto-🌈🎼land🏔⛰🛣🏙🌈🌈🌈.

All I can think about is how Steph mentioned that she and Mat were friends for a year before they even started dating and how They are literally the definition of slow burn friends to lovers goals like oh my god

Teleporting mat.

Ok, I’m 22 but this happened in my highschool one day and it freaked the heck out of every one involved. At the end of the year when I was a Junior I was on the clean up crew for the end of the year dance, i dont think It was prom, or no one called it that at least. Either way, as I was shuffling every one out at the end of the night and a group of other students and I got to work cleaning up the trashed gym and one of the wall mats had come un done from the walls slightly from some one throwing them selfs against it repeatedly (don’t ask me why, I saw it happening and just decided to let it happen since the person wasn’t doing it against a brick wall). Either way one other other students, let’s call him Bruce, goes to push it back into place. Now at this point I have to tell you that this is a small mat, this things about 12 feet long, 8 feet wide, and a foot an a half thick, and it’s held on be velcro, so I had no clue what Bruce was thinking. We all go to tell him to stop and wait for some one to give him a hand when a loud ‘shrip!’ Comes from the mat. The velcro had been barely holding it in place after all the slamming and it finally gave up the ghost and fell, directly onto Bruce. Panicing we head over and as a unit lift the mat up and look under. No Bruce. Not even a shoe. We all hear a thud and look to the stage at the end of the gym and see Bruce laying down spread eagle on the stage. He promtly sits up and say the one thing we’re all thinking. “What the f#@k just happened?”

Tl:dr, there’s a gym mat that decided to spare my friend a cuncussion by teleporting him fourty feet away.

A Spell for Fitness Motivation

If you’re like me, you start working out and after a month – or when you go on vacation, or get super busy – you lose your motivation. You stop working out. And then, in about three to four months, you start the cycle all over and it’s like you’ve never worked out a day in your life. Frustrating, right?

Well, luckily, if you’re still like me, you do ~witchy things~, there are some things you can do to help keep that motivation going. Oh yeah, magic is awesome. Now that I’ve said that, let me clarify: this spell isn’t going to “work like magic”. You’re not suddenly going to become a super fit gym and/or yoga rat. You’ll still have to work for it. But, with this spell, your desire to quit will be replaced with invigoration! 

(There’s also the added bonus of this being a very practical fitness mat cleaner… two birds, one stone.)

You’ll Need:

  • Rain water
  • Sandalwood Essential Oil
  • Coconut Oil
  • Spray bottle

Begin with rain water. Ensure that is filtered. It doesn’t need to be drinking quality, but as this is a cleaner, it certainly shouldn’t be dirty either. Add one to two small spoonfuls of coconut oil. Pop in the microwave for 30 seconds, stirring halfway through. Then add 0.5mL (about 12 drops) of sandalwood essential oil. Stir clockwise. As always, remind yourself of your intent. Performing this spell post-workout would be great since you’ll be in the workout mindset already. 

Once complete, pour mixture into a spray bottle.

^ That’s mine. I would actually recommend a glass spray bottle, but plastic works too! Glass will just help it stay fresh longer (and its better for the environment). 

Then, spray the shit out of your fitness mat. And by that, I mean give it a few generous little squirts. Then, take a damp towel and lightly scrub your mat. Let it dry (and this is important because coconut oil is slippery, so if you don’t get some of it rubbed in with the cloth, you could hurt yourself by slipping). 

While it’s drying, you might choose to take a seated meditation pose on the mat. Or, if you’re in a rush, no worries. Just continue on with your day and come to your mat tomorrow! The important thing is to return to the mat, even for a couple of minutes, within the next 12 to 24 hours from its cleaning. This will solidify the spell. 

Once the spell is complete, relax. Enjoy! 

Originally posted by the-exercist


Associates, Substitutions, and Tips: here, rain water is used as the primary carrier for the ingredients. It’s not doing a lot of magic on its own but plays a supporting role for the other ingredients. As such, it can be subbed for any other sort of water. The coconut oil serves as an antibacterial to clean the mat and has the associations of strength or willpower. You can sub this for another nut oil (such as sunflower or grapeseed) or for witch hazel oil. I would not recommend using olive, vegetable, or canola oil. Sandalwood is an invigorating and protective oil, but it can be substituted with any essential oil that makes you feel strong and motivated. Only use this spell when your mat is in need of cleaning. 

Silver Storm (9/?)

Summary: While on trip out of state, you were taken by Hydra. You were barely 21 at the time. Hydra took you and turned you into another asset, matching the Winter Soldier’s abilities. They injected you with a serum similar to his, wiped you,  and instructed the soldier himself to train you. He was hard on you, but when it was just the two of you he let his walls down. You were each other’s comfort, until the events of D.C when he was sent to kill Captain America. After that day, you never saw him again. You were told he abandoned you, that he was on the other side now. It’s been years since you’ve seen him, but what happens when he comes bursting through the doors of your facility?

Memories are in Italics, bold is readers thoughts *

Pairing: Bucky x reader  , reader x avengers

Warnings: swearing, angst, SMUT , fluff


                                                      Chapter 9

   “Hold still or I’m going to end up poking your eye, you big baby.” Bucky keeps fidgeting under your hands as you try to apply eyeliner neatly to his lids.

 "Or we can just not put makeup on me,“ he grumbles.

“You lost fair and square, sweetheart. Don’t make a bet if you’re going to back out of it.” What a big fucking baby. He mimics you in a high voice, pulling a laugh from you. You return to trying to finish his makeup despite his inability to hold still. You finish ten minutes later and you back away from him, capping your eyeliner. You tilt his face up towards you, biting your lip to hold off the laughter at his defeated expression. You gave him perfectly winged eyeliner and applied a lengthening mascara that seemed to really do the trick. You only applied a little blush and a light layer of pink lipstick stains his lips. After an hour of him begging you not to do his hair, you settle on just putting into two lazy buns on the sides of his head.

  “Anyone ever tell you you’re beautiful, doll?” You can’t stop yourself from laughing.

“You’ll pay for this, y/n. Just wait.” You roll your eyes, taking his hand and dragging him out of your room.

  When you enter the TV room, the entire team was there, and all eyes fell onto Bucky.

“Oh this is fucking gold,” Sam bursts out laughing resulting in Steve doing the same, whipping his phone out and snapping a quick picture. Bucky goes to throw himself at Sam but you tighten your grip on his hand.

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“That is the only picture to be taken, understood?” you threaten. You receive nods in return. Have to at least try and save his pride. You hear snickers coming from the team as Bucky parts from you to go to the kitchen. Sam smacks his ass as he passes, a smooth whistle leaving his lips.

“Damn Barnes, you and Y/n are one pair of gorgeous ladies.” The room breaks out into laughter, no one bothering to hold back any longer. Bucky glares at Sam but that doesn’t stop Sam’s happiness.

“Alright alright. Come on Buck, let’s go wash that off. I think you’ve been punished enough for one day.” He follows you right on your heels like a sad puppy.

You hear Steve yell from the tv room behind you, “Maybe next time Y/n will let you win, pal!” I still can’t believe I beat him.

 You pull Bucky back into your bathroom, beginning to gently wipe off the makeup. As you do, you replay the fight from earlier in your mind.


    “Okay guys, start on 3. 1…2..3!” You and Bucky begin circling each other on the mat.

“Come on doll, show me what you got.” He keeps his eyes locked to yours. You know he isn’t going to make the first move so you bite the bullet and do it yourself. You lunge forward, aiming a punch at his abdomen. If you assumed correctly, this should sway the fight your way. And it does. He blocks your fist, pushing it to the side. As he does, you crouch down, sweeping his legs out. He barely catches himself, standing up a little wobbly.

“So you want to play dirty?” he asks.

“That’s the only way to play, honey. ” You wink back at him. He moves first this time, throwing a high kick. You duck out of the way and grab onto his hand. You use all of your strength to swing your legs up and around his neck to throw him back down to the floor. It’s always been your favorite move to use against someone; there’s something empowering about choking someone with your thighs. You successfully bring him down, clenching your thighs just to get the point across that you can do serious damage. You don’t want to hurt him or risk losing control of yourself in the environment you’re in right now. Last thing you want is to seriously hurt him because soldier mode kicked in. He looks up, locking eye contact with you from between your thighs, a devilish smirk appearing.

Originally posted by lilsonbucky

“You know, I wouldn’t have objected if you said you just wanted me between your thighs, Мой маленький микс (my little minx).” You roll your eyes, squeezing a little tighter. He moves his arms up, brushing his fingers against the part of your stomach he can reach. You shriek at the contact, the way his fingers brushed tickled you enough to let him go.

“That is so unfair! Who the fuck tickles someone in the middle of sparring, you dick!” You’re still trying to catch your breath, nearly having a heart attack from even the idea of being tickled. He tackles you before you get a chance to move, knocking you onto the floor. He settles on top of you, pinning your hands above your head.

“Looks like I win, dollface. And I think I know exactly what I want.” You see a mischievous glimmer in his eyes.

“As much fun as that sounds, I don’t think so.” You lift your lower half, grinding it against his. You see him suck in a breath, his grip on your hands faltering. He lifts his hips from you slightly, barely leaving enough room for you to gain the upper hand. You knew that would catch him off guard and you take advantage of it. You pull your knees up, hardly fitting them through the gap he left when he raised himself up. You press your knees to his chest and launch him off you and onto his back.You immediately throw yourself over him, straddling his lap and pinning his hands. His eyes are wide and lips parted. You lean down, catching his earlobe between your teeth.

“Looks like you’re losing your touch, Мой маленький микс (my little minx),” you whisper. He growls when you repeat the nickname back to him.

  “Well damn, Grandpa. Looks like your age is catching up to you!” Sam shouts. You laugh, leaving Bucky a flustered mess on the floor.


   When you finish cleaning Bucky’s face, you both fall into bed. You look at the picture Sam sent you, giggling as you set it to your background.

“I can’t believe you actually did my makeup. You could have bet anything, had me do anything, and you just had to pick that?” he groans, rolling himself on top of you. You huff out under his weight.

“Barnes, I can get you to do anything I want anyways. Even if I lost, you would have let me do it to you.” You struggle trying to roll him off you. “Jesus, you are fucking solid. I can’t breathe,” you whine.

He laughs into your neck and you feel his smile against you, giving you shivers. “Are you calling me fat?” he questions, mock offense dripping from his tone.

“Well, I’m not calling you thin.”

“Damn, that’s cold doll.” You finally get him to roll off you, dramatically inhaling.

“You are such a drama queen.” You roll yourself onto him, resting your chin on his chest. You look into his eyes, studying dazzling shade of blue.

“You going to keep staring at me or are you going to do something, doll?” he playfully questions. You push yourself forward, gently placing your lips on his. You mean for it to be a little innocent kiss but Bucky pulls you deeper into it. You roll around his bed while your lips dance, switching between who is on top of who until he permanently settles himself on top of you. He grinds himself against you, both of you releasing moans.

  “You going to keep teasing me or are you going to do something, Sergeant?” He growls, kissing your feverishly. You completely give yourself over, enjoying the way he takes control. He moves his kiss from your lips down your body, removing all your clothing quickly. He begins sucking dark marks as he makes his path down your body, making you writhe underneath him.

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“Please, I need you,” you whine as he kisses your waist.

“Keep begging me, doll. Tell me what you need.” His movements become even slower, making you ten times needier.

“Please, Bucky. I need your mouth on me, I need to feel your fingers on-” You gasp as he licks a long strip along your pussy, finishing with a strong suck on your clit. Your back arches and you claw and the bedding underneath you.

“Is this what you want?” he asks, sliding two of his metal fingers into your soaking center. A long, loud moan was your only response as he begins harshly thrusting his fingers into you.

“God, I love the way you sound, the way your body reacts to the littlest touches. Does it do that just for me baby?” His fingers begin moving faster than you could have imagined. The only thing to be heard in the room is your moans, the obscene noise of how wet you are, and Buckys strained breathing. You feel the coil in your stomach tighten as Bucky’s mouth engulfs your throbbing clit. He switches between sucking and nipping at your bundle of nerves, making your eyes screw shut at the feeling of your impending orgasm.

“Buck I’m going to-” He sucks particularly hard at the moment. Your hands fly to his head, weaving through his hair and holding his head to you as you uncontrollably roll your hips against his face. He slows down his movements, gently taking your hands out of his hair.

“Doll I want to try something,” he says shyly from between your thighs. What a fucking tease, I was so close!

“Anything. Just- Bucky I need-” He chuckles, getting up to kiss you.

“Ride my face.” I’m sorry, what? Your face must mirror your confused thoughts because he lets out a hearty laugh.

“I’ve never-”

“Neither have I, that’s the point. Please?” You nod, letting him guide you into the position he wants you. You’re facing the headboard, hovering over him with a thigh on either side of his head. Oh my God, I’m going to suffocate him. He pulls your core down to his face, his tongue delving into your core instantly.

“Oh my God,” you whimper out at the new angle his tongue is hitting. His hands urge your thighs to begin moving against his face and you let him lead the pace, afraid you’ll do something wrong. That fear passes quickly, your hips involuntarily grinding against his face at a rapid pace as his mouth devours you.  

    Before you know it, your orgasm washes over you. Your thighs begin to quiver as Bucky slowly slides out from under you. When you’re positive he isn’t directly behind you, you allow your body to fall back onto the mattress. He moves himself over you again, this time his clothes not present. You pull his lips to yours, tasting yourself when your tongue tangles with his. You moan into the kiss, clawing your nails down his back. When you separate from the kiss, your eyes meet his lust blown ones, the blue barely visible anymore.

Originally posted by bellamyblakesgun

“Bucky, fuck me. Please,” you beg, lifting your hips to his. The moment his hard cock makes contact with your slit you both let out moans. You flip him onto his back, taking his length in your hand and gliding it through your wet folds repeatedly. When he is about to say something, you fully slide him into you. Your back painfully arches at the fullness, its bordering between painfully stretching you and absolute pleasure; the latter wins. You begin slowly lifting and dropping yourself on his dick, placing your hands on his chest for support. His fingers dig into your thighs and you can tell he is trying to give you control but you want him to take it. You finally speed up, bouncing yourself on him as you roll your nipples between your fingers. He plants his feet flat on the bed and starts driving himself up into you. He hits a sensitive spot, almost bringing tears to your eyes from all the pleasure.

  “Oh Bucky,” you cry as he continues to slam his hips up. He finally loses his restraint, flipping you over and onto your stomach. He swats your ass, a surprised moan from you causes him to do it again.

“Do you like that, Y/n?” You nod, not trusting your voice. His hand slides into your hair, pulling it slightly so you’re on your knees with your back pressing to his chest. He slides his cock into you again, thrusting hard as his hands move to your chest. He holds you to him by your chest, playing with your nipples while he pounds himself into you.

“I’m so close baby, cum with me,” he whispers as he bites your ear. You release a string of profanities as one of his hands slides down to circle your clit. Both of you are spiraling through your orgasms, Bucky still holding your body to his. A sheet of sweat covers both of your bodies as you both collapse onto the bed. “Jesus Christ,” you say, trying to pull yourself together.

“I love you y/n,” he says sweetly from beside you.

“I love you too. Always have, always will.”

“Sergeant Barnes, Miss Y/n, your presence is required in the conference room. It is urgent.”

“What is it FRIDAY?” you ask. I really don’t want to move right now. “Secretary Ross is here.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Bucky says as he begins looking for his scattered clothes. You copy his actions, finding a pair of random sweats and a tee. When you’re both done he takes your hand in his, lacing your fingers together as you make your way to the conference room. You walk up to the conference room, seeing that the windows have been tinted. You can’t see inside like usual, making your anxiety flare. Why would they tint the windows? What is happening in there? This is what Nick warned us about.

“Calm down, we don’t know why they’re here yet, Y/n,” Bucky says before you both enter the room.  You know why they are here but you know he is just trying to calm you. Stepping through the door was the biggest mistake of your life. As soon as you both fully step in, two different sets of hands find each of your shoulders, detaching you from Bucky’s hand.

“What the hell is happening?” you hear Bucky roar, seeing him being restrained also. You hear cuffs clink close before you register the feeling of them around your wrists. Panic shoots through you. No no no no no.

“Bucky!” your scream bounces off the walls of the conference room.

I cant lose him again

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So a curse joke I made awhile back blew up and has brought some interesting convos to me. So I figured I’d make a more serious post addressing the discourse about whether or not to curse people. 

A lot of advice talks about “love and light”, “letting the light heal you”…there’s so much light-related advice on Witchy social media, I’m surprised GE hasn’t started adding lines of rainbow crystals to their adverts.  These sentiments sound nice, but they don’t help those who really need it. 

Too much light can kill a plant, it can blind you, it can burn you; nothing is an absolute “good”. Darkness can be the shadows where you grip your keys in-between your knuckles, the place where you feel most alone in your bed. Or it can be the night that lets you look up and see a star-splashed sky during a reprieve from the heat, or the shelves where fine wines and cheese age. Shadow and light work together on a canvas. 

And MOST importantly:

  •  Ignoring or trying to hide bad things doesn’t make them go away. Sometimes people physically can not and should not be told to just “think positive”. Not everyone’s “redemption” happens at the same rate. And not everyone can be saved. It fucking sucks, but that’s reality. There are mundane systems in place that exist to dig holes in the playing field so certain people trip more often. 
  • Cursing allows people to take back autonomy and control of aspects of their lives they may not want your light shined on. Cursing an abuser is less about an actual pack of rabid pixies to give them hemorrhoids; and more about being able channel frustration and hurt into creating something. Seeing a physical representation of your labours and having maybe just a brief moment where you feel in charge of a shit part of your life when mundane options aren’t working or are taking too long. Its part of a process. 
  • Telling someone using magic to “curse” people automatically makes them “bad” is just you trying to take ownership of someone’s coping mechanism. And that’s not “love and light”, that’s you being fucking “nosy and negative”. Unless someone’s craft is making them a danger to themselves or others, back off. Don’t add “personal, harmless craft” to a list of things someone would use during a shame spiral. (And I mean actual, verifiable harm to others. Not a self fulfilling prophecy, coincidence or anecdote.)  Cos if you do, you deserve to have those pixies come piss on your yoga mat or to put nettles on the saddle you use on your high horse. 

anonymous asked:

How good are the dads at video games??

Joseph - Is known to throw fits about the tiniest bit of inconvenience. 

Robert - Is pretty good at it! He’s…he’s coming along. 

Mat - Rocks at it, but he’s the type of person that doesn’t go out of his way for anything extra. 

Craig - Wanna see me beat this whole game in under ten minutes? 

Brian - His gaming experience goes as far as Harvest Moon (Which he loves to bits) 

Hugo - Is the master of wrestling games. 

Damien - Can beat any game, do all the side quests, get every secret ending, he is a GOD!