drink beers

theory: instead of the original pure animosity we were offered in the original look at justice league, aquaman and batman are going to end up being what i call “do it for the vine” bros. not even necessarily bros, just two dudes who could look at each other and know that they’re both thinking of pulling the same stupid stunt. what if i surfed on your danger car, batman? what if i flung you off my danger car, aquaman? all in all, it is much more dangerous than the simple hatred we thought of before

anonymous asked:

What if Kara slowly introduces Lena to more informal side of life so she gets to do many things she had been taught all her life not to do bc she's a Luthor.. stuff like drinking beer straight from the bottle, putting feet on table etc

You know Lena thinks it so weird the first time she goes to game night and everyone just kind of half sits on couch, half on the floor and eats takeout all around the coffee table. And Kara hands her a plastic fork? and this is most definitely not a wine glass, but it has wine in it?

And the first time Kara builds them a pillow fort in front of the tv is an experience to be sure! And Kara gets so excited every time Lena experiences something new!

Bonus HC- one time they all convince Lena that some weird thing is what ‘regular people’ do. and so she finally does it and they all die laughing because they can’t believe she actually did it. She wants to be mad, but she’s honestly never felt so included? because instead of her Luthor upbringing being an obstacle they all just tease her about it and she’s never really had friends close enough to tease her about anything so she wears it like a badge of honor!

Daisy, Daisy




“You should try blinking.”

Crowley’s brow creased. “What?”

“You’ve been staring. Hard.”

Crowley straightened his back. “You don’t know what you’re–”

“Dude. Come on.” Dean took a drink of his beer. “When are you going to tell her?”

“Tell who what?”

“Time to stop playing dumb, Crowley,” Sam said. “We know you like Y/N.”

“I do not.”

“We also think she likes you,” Dean noted.

Crowley’s face lightened for a moment, but he tried to conceal it. He stood, buttoning his suit coat. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. And I’ll thank you to not bring it up anymore.”


Thank you.” In the blink of an eye, Crowley disappeared.

“Damn,” you said, stepping up to the table. “I’ve never seen this place so crowded. Next time we need refills, I’m not going.”

“We figured you’d have the best luck gaining the attention of the bartender,” Dean said, reaching for his new beer.

“Oh, really? How so?”

“Your top. It’s just so….” Dean waved his hand in your general direction.

“Shut up,” you said, taking your seat. “Where’d Crowley go?”

“Oh, was Crowley here? We didn’t even know.”

“I could feel his gaze on me the entire time I was at the bar.”

“He’s smitten with you,” Sam said.

“Is that what it is?”

“Can you blame him?”

You cocked your head to the side. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’re a great catch,” Sam said. “You’re smart, funny, strong, interesting,”

“And that top does wonders for you,” Dean said, earning him an elbow in the ribs.


Crowley stood outside of your bedroom door.

“Stupid,” he said to himself. He turned to leave when the door opened.


Crowley froze, eyes wide like a deer in the headlights. “Oh. Hello, Y/N.”

You gave him a small smile. “What are you doing here?”

“Nothing at all. Took a wrong turn outta Hell.”

You glanced down at Crowley’s hand. “Is that a bouquet of daisies?”

“Hm?” The King of Hell looked down. “Oh. Well, yes, I suppose it is.”

“What are they for?”

“I…” Crowley straightened. “Well, I was going to torture one of my creatures down below who happens to be allergic to them, but if you like them, you could… keep them.”

You graciously took the flowers from him. “They’re lovely, Crowley. Thank you.”

“I… I happen to have my own daisy supplier,” Crowley said, feeling very silly as the words came out of his mouth. “So… if you like them… I could… bring them to you every week or something…”

“That’s very sweet of you, Crowley.”

Crowley nodded. “Well, then. I suppose I should let you get back to sleep.”

You said nothing, simply watching Crowley nervously twitch.

“Right. I’ll see you next week, then.”

“Thank you, Crowley. I…”

Crowley studied you for a moment.

“I’ll see you next week,” you said with a smile.

You know, I really hope Stiles with have some good times in university. Because god damn he’s been through so much. Just in the beginning of senior year he killed a man. In defense, yes, but still. Stiles has lost his mom and almost his dad numerous occasions. The bad guys always go after him because he’s the human, so there better be no threats in uni because Stiles Stilinski deserves happiness. He’s been through so much, at least let him drink a beer in a pub without feeling under threat.


I'm just gonna over share here

I can’t sleep without the window open but at the same time I sleep with at least four blankets on me. I need a lot of weight on me to sleep and my therapist says it’s because of anxiety issues.
I’ve moved eight times by the time I was nine.
I really have a thing for fairy lights man. I have at least five hundred up in my room.
My favorite pair of boxer briefs has polar bears drinking beer on them.
I’m more comfortable showing skin at my friends house then I am my own.
I’ve been playing mallet percussion since fourth grade and still can’t site read music.
A minor case of autism but it’s highly noticable when I’m in a panic because I’ll go non verbal and if I can ill bounce, rock, move hands oddly fast, and kinda just repeat things.
I’m usually playing with my hands witch is why my parents thought music would be a good idea for me at a young age. It provides both sound and movement so I am content when playing.
I love/hate playing drumset.
Longest relationship I’ve been in was 11 months.
Squeeze candy is the shit and I love it.
I’m pretty sure one of the people that I like, likes me back but the other two I know don’t. Besides, I’m pretty sure none of them know each other so there’s no hope of a poly to ever go on.



There is a sacred bond between those who watch volleyball together…