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gentle daily reminder that dean winchester is kind and thoughtful and polite and smart and great with kids and hums to babies and constantly references nerdy franchises and tells women they deserve better and respects it when they say ‘no’ and reads vonnegut and calls people ‘sir’ and ‘ma’am’ and helps old ladies pick up their keys and -

A Sunday Morning with Tom:

Originally posted by sensualkisses

- Tom snoring really loudly and it waking you up earlier than you wanted to

-Being angry about it on the low because you wanted to sleep in but also not because you know at least he’s getting a decent rest after travelling so much

-The little sliver of sunlight that’s peaking through the blinds illuminating his peaceful face

- You just watch him snoring and his whole body expanding with each breath

-Deciding to mess around with him and pinch his nostrils together to see how long it’ll take him to wake up

-After a little while he starts to wake up, swatting his hand at your grip on his nose

-”What ARE you doing?!”

-You start laughing hysterically, gripping your stomach, “I guess you could say I take your breath away Tommy.”

-”That’s bloody hilarious of you, too bad if I had DIED”

-Tom laughing at you laughing because he thinks it’s adorable how much you amuse yourself

-”Isn’t that my sweater love?”

-”It got cold last night, not all of us have abs of steel to keep us warm”

-”Well it’s morning now love, c’mon, give it here”

-”No!”

-”Yes!”

-”NOPE”

-”YES”

-”NUH UH”

-Him pulling you back, so you’re sitting between his legs, and tickling you to get you to give the sweater back 

-”thoMAS! TOM STOP! STOP IT RIGHT NOW! I’M GONNA DI- FINE”

- You finally give in and give him the sweater back, and he has a shit eating grin on his face as he slips it over his head, leaving you with just your old t-shirt on

-”Pleased with yourself Thomas?” 

-”I certainly am”

-Him bending down and kissing the top of your head so softly 

-Just taking the time to sit their together for a few moments

-Tom combing his fingers through your hair slowly, because he loves your hair so much, he always has

-Tom tracing the outline of your ear while you close your eyes just to take in his touch

-Him moving his fingers down to your nose, moving his thumb along the bridge because he knows it relaxes you

-”If you keep doing that, I’m going to fall back to sleep”

-”Best we get up then hey darling? Why don’t you go put the kettle on while I make the bed?”

-Going to make coffee then coming back to find him standing on top of the bed holding either corners of the comforter 

-”Have you finished making the bed? The coffee is ready its in the kitch- Tom,  I thought you were going to make the bed? Not jump on it???!”

-”It’s the only way I can make it! I get tuckered out if I keep walking around either side of the bed”

-Just rolling your eyes at him because he’s an actual child

-Making him a runny eggs and toast solider’s because that’s what he asked for because he’s a fucKING CHILD

-”Can you make it really runny please love? You know I like it really runny”

-”Don’t I always Tom”?

-Boiling his stupid child eggs and jumping a little when he creeps his arms around your waist, his face in the nook of your neck, placing sweet pecks on you

-”How do you smell this nice when you’ve just woken up?”

-Bringing his plate of child’s breakfast to him at the dining table and sitting it in front of him, then sitting in his lap 

-”What are you having darling? You have to eat something.”

-”Didn’t I tell you Tommy? We’re sharing” you say as you steal one of his toast soliders

-Kissing his eggy lips with your buttery lips

-”You taste like egg.”

-”You are what you eat”

-FUCKING CHILD

-Getting ready to go out into Kingston for the day and Tom just watching everything you do

-“What’s that love?”

-“It’s rose water spray.”

-“What does it do?”

-“It tones your face.”

-“What does that mean?”

-“It’s kind of like cleansing but different.”

-“…..what’s cleansing?”

-Doing your eyebrows and him paying very close attention to this particular step in your routine

-Tom actually being really impressed by how nicely you shape and fill them 

-”That looks really cool darling.”

-”Thank you Tommy.”

-”I just love how you do anything you do, you’re amazing”

-Getting into Kingston and taking Tessa with you guys, and just walking around looking at the different little shops and market stalls

-Finding a really cute cafe that looks so cosy and not even having to say anything just exchanging a look between one another that says ‘we need to fucking go in here’

-”We should get juices or something Tom, we’ve already had a pot of coffee this morning”

-”But…with great latte comes great responsibility,”

-”Did you just quote yourself misquoting Uncle Ben? I hate you omg”

-Ordering Tom and yourself green juices anyway and him frowning like a CHiLD

-Sitting outside with Tessa curled up in between both of your feet

-”This is nice. A nice Sunday with my two favorite ladies”

-Holding his hand across the table and just talking about every little thing and losing track of time, content with each other’s company

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I just had a good Sunday yesterday so I thought of this and idk lmao, let me know if you like it xx

if you click the tv by your pond a bunch (you don’t have to watch the magikarp song. you can just keep hitting cancel) until it makes static and then go to train you’ll meet a ghost girl. she raises your magikarp’s max level by 1. I hightailed it out of there and I don’t know what happens when you stay but I don’t think it’s good.

SURPRISING AMAZINGPHIL // A Phan One-Shot

Genre: fluff, domestic fluff, family fluff, lil bit ‘o parent!phan

Words: 3.0k

Relationship status: married

Warnings: none

Summary: Daniel Howell just uploaded a video: “SURPRISING AMAZINGPHIL”

A/N: Okay, this probably isn’t exactly what the request was asking for, but I think it’s kinda cute :)

Also, this is written in an experimental style, so…it’s a bit different then what you’re probably used to reading from me :)

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Namjoon Scenario: Precious Moments.

Request: Can I have funny Namjoon scenario where he tries his best to prepare things for his daughter first day of school but he keeps on breaking n messing stuffs, being the god of destruction he is that everything didn’t turn out as he planned. So u and Hyejoon ended up comforting him by telling him all the sweet things he has done for u both. U can decided on how u want it to end ❤️❤️❤️

Genre: Fluff / Family.


-I can’t believe she’s already in elementary school Y/N- Namjoon said as you two laid in bed at night. -I know this is her second year in school but, don’t you think Hyejoon is growing a bit too fast? I remember when I was in school everything was too slow-

You hummed and smiled snuggling closer to your husband. It was the night before your daughter’s first day at school, Hyejoon was actually quite excited to go back to school since she enjoyed her time there, luckily for everyone. 

-It’s because you’re her dad and she’s our little girl, and because it’s not you at school- you explained making him chuckle.

-You’re right, but Hyejoon really likes school though, she’s so clever and she actually enjoys learning, I notice how she speaks more about what she learned than making friends, I sometimes worry about that-

-You worry about everything- you kissed his cheek. -But yes, I think she’ll come around with friends when she’s ready, it’s good to let her have fun with all the learning process, she has still a long way to go-

-I think I should make something special for her- Namjoon said after a few minutes of silence. -School is a important part of life, it marks the childhood-

-What will you do?- you asked amused but loving the way Namjoon was always so thoughtful towards you and Hyejoon, he payed close attention to your daughter and the way she experienced things in life. 

-I don’t know, you two already did all the shopping and prepping for the school things, and her first day it’s tomorrow… maybe I could do something special tomorrow morning- 

-Hye would love that- you kissed his lips this time. -I’d love it too-

Namjoon sighed like he had just signed in for a big test making you giggle and give him another kiss. -You should rest now Joonie, tomorrow will be a big day, for all of us-

Namjoon nodded, kissing the top of your head as he felt you getting more comfy to sleep, but he stayed awake for a while more, if he was going to make it special for Hyejoon then he needed a plan.

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okay you know riki right. hes in smash bros. sometimes he pops up as an assist trophy and does a little dance. sometimes hes in shulks final smash along with a middle aged man dressed like a dracula. i am playing xenoblade right now and it is pretty wild but the most wild thing right now is that we just found riki and his entire species (which lives in a giant tree). and riki is chosen to be a hero and fight alongside these ppl.

the game up to this point has been filled with death and drama and extremely hard battles and then, in this shining moment, where riki is announced at the giant tree house filled with little riki egg people, he jumps down from the ceiling and hits a guy in the face. 

and then he is passed like a volleyball.

and then spiked.

and this, of course changed my life. but back to riki.  the REAL reason i wanted to talk about riki is because, he looks like a fuzzy volleyball, yet LATER, it is revealed that. Riki Has A Wife And Children.

this egg is a 40 year old man.

riki is a grown man. riki has a family to feed. riki has probably gone to college. riki fucking pays taxes. Riki is literally old enough to be shulk’s dad. hhes a fuckig middle aged man and this is so mindblowing to me. so that’s what’s been on my mind recently. i needed to get this off my chest

secret trollplay Minecraft highlights

- Karkat and Vriska teaching Kanaya how to play. Shes terrible at it. She cant figure out how to eat and we spend 30 minutes on this before it is revealed that shes been full all along

- Karkat proceeding to be so angry about this he created a Shame Cube for Kanaya to stay in so she cant make a mess somewhere else

- Half of us give up on actually playing. Karkat is desperately trying to build a house. Vriska is off making a secret tunnel she thought was impressive back actually just led out to about 20 feet in front of our home. Does not realize this for a full day. Other two players have taken to just murdering each other repeatedly. Karkat is very pissed.

- Jade on call asking us to describe everything because she cant afford Minecraft. Eventually falls asleep on mic but wakes up occassionally to insist she didn’t actually fall asleep.

- Vriska keeps going off on her own, without food, never paying attention to her health bar. Dies enough times from creeper explosions, skeleton shots, and fall damage that the admin asks if shes doing ok.

- Girl reveals she is in fact, a girl, and immediately gets asked out by Boy. After a series of nasty chat messages Vriska outs herself as a lesbian, Girl follows suit in saying she is too, and is followed by Karkat and several other people in the server. Soon it becomes clear that Boy is the only straight person in the server. Karkat and Vriska egg on Rose to jump back into the game and say “hey anyone in this chat gay”

- Girl asks Vriska why she types b’s as 8s. Everyones dying. Vriska persists that its just her quirk. Boy starts implying that the two gay girls should get together. Vriska gets called an edgy 15yo, Boy gets called a cuck.

believe-that-you-can-my-friend  asked:

Congrats on the 1k followers, dear!!! You truly deserve all of them and way more! 😊 As for my requests I would like to read in your amazing words 14 and 22!! Thank you! 💖

@believe-that-you-can-my-friend Thank you sooooo much. I still can’t believe it. Thank you for all your support.

Here are your OTP requests.

Number 14 was a popular one with quite a few requests for this one so I had to do it first!

14. Which one keeps accidentally using the other’s last name instead of their own?

“Name?” The usher standing at the ticket booth asked, from behind the small sliding window as they approached.

“Betty Cooper,” she responds confidently, looking back at her boyfriend Jughead as he waits beside her. When she heard that the Bijou was doing a special Tarantino marathon she just knew she had to get tickets. She had wanted to surprise him, but of course he already knew about it, there was no way a Tarantino marathon was going to happen in their small town and him not know about it.

“We don’t have you down here.” The usher replied to her and she shook her head confused. She could start to feel the steady wave of anxiety already rising within her, as she was trying to remember whether she had actually booked the tickets in her excitement.

It was a few weeks ago, her and Veronica had been in her room, when she had come across it on her phone. Her squeal of delight had made Veronica jump in surprise. She had been gushing over what a perfect gift it would make, and Veronica had stated how cute they were and how she wanted to be the maid of honor, knowing that she would have to fight Kevin for it, at their inevitable wedding. Betty had just giggled in response as she dialled the number to book the tickets.

“Um,” She leant closer to the small opening, lowering her voice, hoping that he couldn’t hear. “Is it under Betty Jones?” she whispered. She pulled back to give an apologetic look to Jughead, shrugging her shoulders. The usher looked back at her computer screen, before turning back to Betty, who leant forward again.

“Here are your tickets, Betty Jones.” She said giving a knowing smile, as she looked briefly at the boy beside her. Betty graciously took the tickets in her hand and linked her arm with Jughead. Mentally scolding herself for once again slipping and using his surname as her own, it had happened a few times now, she loved the way it sounded, Betty Jones. She would say it out loud to herself sometimes just to see how it felt on her tongue.

Betty Jones, it just sounded right.

22.

She had been dreading Easter, she always did as it approached. It wasn’t for the usual reasons one might expect, awkward family catch ups, too much chocolate, the Easter egg hunt and inevitable fight that would happen between their two girls about who had found the most eggs. No, those she could deal with. It was the amount of puns that Easter gave way to. The opportunities for him to make them seemed endless.

She heard her youngest daughter’s exasperated voice from their kitchen.

“Muuuuuuum, he’s doing it again.” She walked in to see their youngest daughter Emily with her tiny hands on her hips, scowling at her father who was chuckling at the sight before him that reminded him so much of her mother. Betty looked at him and he just shrugged.

“All I said was that her Easter parade outfit was egg-cellant.” He raised his eyebrows for dramatic effect. Betty just gave her usual pained smile at his use of puns and nodded in agreement.

Emily turned to look at her, her face pleading with her mum to make it stop, before she stomped off. She took a deep breath as she approached her husband, placing a hand on his shoulder and he knew what was coming. He wanted to be the cool dad so badly.

“We talked about this last year, Jug,” she said softly.

“I know.”

“And I think we agreed we were going to tone it down this year.” She met his eyes, and he nodded in response. “Okay.” She breathed a sigh of relief, the conversation going easier then she would have expected.

“I mean I think you may be egg-agerating, but -” He jumped off his stool and ran as she gave chase, an exasperated ‘Juggie’ leaving her lips. Emily just stood in the lounge room, watching as they ran past her up the stairs, shaking her head at her parents.

Easter Pick-Me-Ups

Pairings: Dean x Reader


Warnings: Implied smut, (i think that’s it), maybe some light swearing???


Summary: Dean’s been feeling crappy as of late. Some vamps dented Baby, broke her windows, and slashed her tires, not to mention the fact that Dean lost two shoes( from different pairs too.) Y/N sees this and, being the good girlfriend she is, decides to help him out a bit by dressing cute and doing some cute things for easter.(Mostly fluff with a little implied smut at the end for yall)


A/N: heyyo this is for Elsie’s @sleepywinchester easter challenge. Let’s pretend that I’m not 3 days late. Sorry bub, I had so much hw and it’s end of year tests. I’ve literally had the blurb for this written for over a month but i didNT HAVE TIME TO WRITE💔💔. I considered posting the blurb but I felt like that was a cheat so here we are, 3 days late but hey, better late than never right? This was gonna be a full smut but I felt awk so I couldn’t do it :-( Hope ya’ll enjoy anyways!
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To put it frankly, the past two weeks have sucked for me. A lot.

The ‘hellish period’, as I decided to call it, started on a hunt. When we got to our motel in some small town in Nevada that I already forgot the name of, I noticed that I only had five shoes, total. Meaning I had lost one of them. The next day, I had four, but only one full matching pair. After that annoyance, came the actual case. It wasn’t even anything difficult either; just some vamps, nothing major; a milk run, really. Or it was supposed to be a milk run but all of a sudden there’s way more vamps than we thought, and we all have this brilliant plan to take cover in Baby, and then it really went downhill. Grimacing at the broken window of my car, I scratched the back of my neck and tried to think up a way to fix her. So far all the dents and slashed tires are gone but the window— that might take a few more days to get done.

I sighed, running a hand down my face, and decided to take a break from it, leaving to get a beer. Once I exited the garage, the smell of food slapped me in the face and my stomach growled to remind me that I haven’t eaten in a few hours. Making my way to the kitchen, I figured it was Y/N cooking since Sammy was out.

“Hey, Y/N are you-” I stopped in my tracks upon seeing her, wearing a pair of loose athletic shorts and my Zeppelin shirt. That’s not what got me though. What got me were the pastel pink bunny ears she was wearing, along with the pie she was taking out of the oven. She turned to me, a smile lighting up her face, eyes sparkling.

“Hey, De!” She exclaimed, rushing towards me. My eyes racked her body, focusing on how those shorts made her thick thighs look so damn good and the way that my shirt clung to her chest, making her curves more prominent. That’s one thing I loved about her, her curves and the way she had all those little stretch marks on her body. I licked my lips, putting my hand on her hip and pulling her towards me.

“You made pie?” I asked, eyes staring into hers, trying to control myself from the swell of emotions that I felt, knowing that she most likely made that for me. She nodded, long hair flowing into her face. I knew she’d been meaning to get that cut, but we’d been working cases nonstop for weeks so she hadn’t gotten the chance yet. A small blush spread to her cheeks as she spoke.

“I know the past few weeks haven’t been the easiest for you, and knowing you, easter is not on your radar… but I thought it would be a good excuse to eat sweets and do some fun things so-” She cut herself off, shrugging lightly. My heart swelled at her words, head tilting towards hers to plant our lips together. Instead of deepening it like I wanted, she pulled away, a childish grin lighting up her face.

“Oh, no. What are you planning?” I teased, knowing what that look meant. She pulled away from my hand.

“I hid easter eggs!” She practically squealed, jumping up and down a bit in excitement. I rolled my eyes.

“Sweetheart, we’re not five anymore.”

“So? C'mon De, you know you wanna!” She said, dodging around my grabbing hands to roam around in the library, looking for eggs, I guess.

“Hey, wait, that’s not fair you’re cheating!” I called, deciding to play along with her. Her laugh sounded through the halls, making me smile by default. Trailing after her, like some lovesick puppy, I noticed her trying to reach a blue egg up on the top shelf. I reached over her and grabbed it, hiding it behind my back when she tried to take it back.

“Deeaaaaaann!” She pouted, crossing her arms. I laughed,

I laughed, “Nope this ones mine, sweetheart. I got it fair and square.” Spotting another one in the lamp shade, I grabbed it, holding the two of them up in the air from her. She groaned, jumping to try and grab them, making me laugh fondly at how funny she looked hopping around in her bunny ears.

A ding sounded throughout the bunker, making Y/N’s head snap towards the kitchen. Abandoning her previous quest of trying to grab my eggs, she bounded away again, making me furrow my brows at her.

“Y/N what else are you-” My breath caught as I walked into the kitchen, seeing her pull out some burger patties from the oven. She grinned at me again.

“Uhm, I kinda thought it would take more than pie to cheer you up about baby so I thought I’d make some burgers too.” She said, scratching her neck, a habit she picked up from me, no doubt.

I stared at her in awe as she got the burger buns out of the cupboard, having to stand on her tiptoes to reach. The action made her shirt ride up and damn I might have to let her keep that one. The bunny ears made her look both innocent and incredibly hot and the fact that she was doing something so nice for me made me think some extremely mushy (but also obscene) thoughts. She turned back around and jumped a bit when she saw that I had not moved, and still stared.

“Uhm… do you wanna eat the food now or..?” She lightly teased, trying to use humor to hide her awkwardness. God she was cute.

A smirk took over my face as I stepped closer to her, arm going around her waist to pull her towards me, our bodies meeting in the middle. I dipped my head down to kiss her.

“Sure, but there’s something else I wanna eat first.”

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  • Hair smile: this is the most common pose that gals use. It is used to show off their hair, especially if they just got it done – look down and tilt your head, usually closing your eyes.
  • Nail smile: this pose is used when gals just get their nails done, or when they are having a photo taken of their hair in the salon but don’t want their face shown – put your hands / longer nails in front of your face to hide behind them.
  • Egg pose: created by Yumachi and Aina, two popular Egg models, this pose is usually done in a group photo or in a video welcoming people to a certain place – extend one or both arms out in front of you and lower your head slightly.
  • Back pose: probably the most confusing pose of all, gals turn their back to the camera and either walk away or throw up a peace sign as the camera takes a photo. This may be to show off the back of their hair / their outfits – to accomplish this pose, simply turn your back to the camera and strike whatever pose you’d like.
  • Jump pose: gals use this pose just to have fun, it’s usually done in pairs or groups, rarely alone – have someone take a photo of you and your friends at the height of your jump, or just as you’re coming down to make your hair look more full and crazy!

anonymous asked:

Can I have a "your bed head is really cute" and/or "I heard you talking in your sleep" for Tsukishima? (I don't mind if you decide to do one or fuse them)

Alright since I’ve been sick for the past two days, I’ll do both to make up for going rogue!  I’m fusing them since they go together. (:


Originally posted by nagittos

It was early that morning and you had a great nights sleep. You and Tsuki were actually on a short get away and were staying in a beautiful condo that overlooked the beach. The two of you explored the whole day and took a walk on the beach later that night. You felt the sand between your toes and the smell of sea water made you feel right at home. You had so much fun that it tuckered you out. As soon as you got back to the condo, you laid down on the couch and fell right to sleep. 

That morning, you woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs. You jumped up from the couch and saw Tsuki cooking up a storm. Not only was there bacon and eggs but there was toast, chocolate chip waffles, strawberries, blueberry muffins, and so much more. “Tsuki!! Where did you get all of this food, and how long did it even take for you to make all of it!?” The tall blond laughed, “There’s a grocery store right down the road ding dong. Besides that, look at your hair!”

Confused, you ran to the bathroom to look at your hair. “Oh yeah, I forgot that it gets like this, I’m so ugly in the morning…” You walked back to the kitchen and sat down at the bar. “No you’re not, actually…I think your bedhead is really cute.” You smiled and looked down, feeling a little shy. But the middle blocker wasn’t finished yet. “By the way (Y/n), I heard you talking in your sleep last night when I got up to get a glass of water.” 

Oh gosh, you prayed to the Lord that you didn’t say anything embarrassing! “Oh no! I didn’t say anything weird did I?” You hid your face with your hands, feeling the blood draining from your face. Tsuki took the perfect opportunity to tease you. “Yeah actually, you talked about how hot I looked with my shirt off. You also said something about how I was the greatest volleyball player in the history of man kind.” In frustration, you threw a muffin at him. “You jerk!” You continued to joke around for the rest of the morning, eating a delicious, yet not healthy breakfast.


anonymous asked:

If you're still taking prompts, getting back together after a break up?

I’m sorry, Nonny, I didn’t see this until this morning!!!!

(on a side note, y’all gotta remember to tell me either Hartwin or 00Q, otherwise I’m just gonna pick one)

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Eggsy sighs, bounces on his toes, bites his lip. It’s snowing, he’s cold, but he still doesn’t have the courage to go up to the door and ring the bell.

The breakup had been… quiet. Without fuss. He’d just come home one day to find Harry pacing in the hall. He’d been feeling horrible, having had to kill his way out of the fortress he’d infiltrated; and then Harry admitted lowly that he needed space, that he’d already had the new Arthur open another safehouse for Eggsy, that it wasn’t Eggsy, it was Harry. Eggsy had cried, a little, but he didn’t beg Harry to let him stay. He just packed his things and went to the new house.

Now it’s been three months and Eggsy’s chest feels like it’s going to explode with all this pent-up hurt and guilt and need. He wants to kiss Harry again–no, he needs to kiss Harry again. He needs the passion back, the love, the warm arms waiting to enfold him when he most needs them, the warm body that trusts him enough to come to him when it needs him. He needs to be needed.

The door opens, and Eggs jumps.

“Get in here, you’ll catch your death,” Harry orders, and there, that’s it, that’s the warm undercurrent that Eggsy’s missed so much, and he bursts into tears and stumbles up the steps and wraps his arms around Harry, sobbing against his shoulder.

“Take me back, please take me back,” he sobs, “Please, I’m sorry, I dunno what I did but I’m sorry, I’ll never do it again, please, I missed you so much!”

Harry puts his arm around Eggsy, gently, and maneuvers them away from the door enough to shut it.

“I told you,” he murmurs as he strokes Eggsy’s hair (and that feels so right Eggsy just cries harder). “It wasn’t you, it was me.”

“That en’t how it works! That’s never how it works! I–was?”

Harry looks away, as Eggsy stares up at him, tear-stained and snot-soaked. “I made a mistake, sending you away,” he murmurs, and he looks so sad and guilty that Eggsy is kissing him before he really knows what he’s doing. And Harry kisses back, gently at first, then with more urgency, until he’s got Eggsy pinned to the wall and they’re making out so passionately that Eggsy can’t breathe, but it feels so good, it feels so right, to open his mouth to Harry, open himself to him, that Eggsy doesn’t care.

When they’re done they just stand there, breathing hard, foreheads pressed together.

“I love you,” Eggsy whispers.

“Love you more,” Harry murmurs.

Eggsy fights valiantly, but ultimately begins crying again. Harry kisses his forehead and holds him, and maybe he lets a few tears of his own loose and maybe not. But they stand there and hold each other, and everything is going to be alright.