drip-painting

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Buying the first house/renovation AU:s

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•person A finding the ugliest most run down shack of a house claiming “it’s haS PoTenTiaL B!!”

•person B regrets every choice they’ve ever made when they see the house.

•arguing in the Home Depot over what paint color to get.

• “I see now, you don’t really love me this was all a trick”

•JESUS A I just want to paint the living room *color a hates*“

"IVE BEEN BETRAYED”

“Shut up drama queen”

•paint fights. It starts out as accidentally dripping paint on the other person and ends up with both people on the floor laughing and covered in paint. Not much gets done that day.

•rebuilding the shitty parts of the house and arguing over the “right” way to do it.

•"hey babe, I kinda want to nail you. Get it? Nail? Cause we’re hammering"

“I’m leaving you.”

•being so proud of what they built together and finally having a place they could call their own and build a life together

•building IKEA furniture.

“DAMMIT A I know what I’m doing!”

“No you don’t! The instructions are in Chinese!”

“I CAN GOOGLE IT.”

“You’re hopeless”

•person a accidentally hurting themselves lifting something heavy/putting up drywall.

“OH MY GOD A ARE YOU OK”

“I’m fine!”

“YOURE BLEEDING”

“MAYBE IM JUST DEDICATED TO THE WORK B.”

•being sweet and cute the first night in the house. No furniture, no power, laying on an old Mattress in the living room floor, but being happy that they finally have their own house.

•Person a makes friends with all the neighbors while B makes sure there aren’t any creeps in the neighborhood.

•impromptu karaoke while painting. Usually to really bad music.

•when they finally finish the house person B wants to carry A over the threshold.

“But we aren’t married.”

“Yeah but it’s symbolic”

“Yeah, to MARRIAGE.”

“Shut up and let me carry you.”

•person B proposes that night.

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Star spangled brushwork

Summary: You need help painting your apartment, and the weather and Bucky Barnes are both hot. Sniping and sexy times ensue.

Characters: Bucky x Reader
Word count: 3,220
Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY. Seriously. If you’re not of legal age, go away, this is not for you.

A/N: It’s my first attempt at smut and smut is hard (no pun intended). Any advice and/ or feedback is always more than welcome. 

Originally posted by maddiekittenlover

After years of saving pennies, working multiple jobs, and one too many nights of boxed wine and Ramen noodles, you had finally, finally, saved enough money for a down payment to buy your own apartment. Sure it was small and on the top floor of an elevator-less building, but it was yours, and that’s what mattered.

In a bid to save money like a responsible homeowner, you also decided to paint the place yourself, and with a little cajoling and a little blackmail concerning that time you filmed him singing ‘Beauty and the Beast’ while he made a PB&J, Bucky grudgingly agreed to help as well.

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The Night’s On Fire

Originally posted by igot7-love

MATURE

Warnings: Underage drinking, drunken sex.

You feel the bass pounding beneath your feet the moment you step out of the car. The massive house is overflowing with college kids (and brave locals), stumbling around with red cups in hand. You can see strobe lights flashing and smoke from the smoke machines drifting out of the open door and you know that this is not the place you want to spend your night.

“Smile, sweetheart,” one of the brothers slurs as you wait by the door for your roommate, “you’re at a party!”

Before you can retort, one of the more sober brothers working the door shoves him inside. “Sorry about him. He’s a new brother. They’re finally allowed to drink and he’s gotten a little out of control,” he explains. “I was going to ask over or under but because there’s vodka in your cup, I’m assuming over. Don’t tell me if I’m wrong.” He holds his hand out for yours and scribbles a circle on the back with a grin. “Enjoy the party.”

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j-j-leroy  asked:

Painting a room and things end up in a paint fight

Between the seven of them, the Voltron team was incredibly busy.  There was always training to be done, the castle to fix and clean, information to absorb, machines to build, fights to prepare for- easily two dozen people’s worth of effort split between less than ten.

However, once in a blue moon, certain conditions struck.

Projects were on pause until proper supplies could be found.  Repairs were holding for the moment.  There were no local distress signals, no messages from their allies.  No immediate battles to fight, nothing they knew to prepare for.

There was always something to be done, but those tasks weren’t always the most pressing.

Or interesting.

“This whole room?” Lance asked in dismay.  He held the handle of his paint roller in one hand, the other sulkily pushed into the pocket of his jacket.

It was hard to argue the room didn’t need a good layer of paint.  The previous coat was cracked and faded, giving the whole area a shabby feel.  While nearly all of the castle was bare-walled, relying instead on the inlayed lights for decorations, this seemed to be some sort of fancy meeting hall.

It was the sort of place that hadn’t need to be touched up when they were only fighting for their lives.  As they gained allies and prestige and took part in more political battles, well..

The room was needed, now.

But it was big.  And all of it needed painting.

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“Don’t dare to hate me so quickly,” he continues. “You might find yourself enjoying this situation a lot more than you anticipated. Lucky for you, I’m willing to be patient.” He grins. Leans back. “Though it certainly doesn’t hurt that you’re so alarmingly beautiful.”
I’m dripping red paint on the carpet.
He’s a liar and a horrible, horrible, horrible human being and I don’t know if I care because he’s right, or because it’s so wrong, or because I’m so desperate for some semblance of recognition in this world. No one has ever said anything like that to me before.

Make Me

Originally posted by whyparkjimin

MATURE

“Honestly, if they’re not wearing cinder block shoes then they have to be running some kind of illegal zoo up there. There’s no other explanation for the noises that they make,” you complain as you glance up at the ceiling. You’re certain that, one of these days, the base between the two floors is going to give and your upstairs neighbors (along with their fucking petting zoo that you’re certain has to exist) will come crashing down into your bedroom in the middle of the night.

“They could be fucking,” Taehyung offers as he flips a page in his Biology textbook, “they could be into some really weird shit. You never know about these crazy college kids.” He glances up in time to catch the blank look you offer and shrugs. “Or they could have a petting zoo. I don’t know. They are loud, though. Have you tried talking to them?”

You sigh as you fold another t-shirt and place it into your suitcase. “No,” you grumble, “I wanted to avoid problems. I knew after the first day of living here that I wouldn’t be renewing but I didn’t think it’d be this bad for the whole year.”

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