anonymous asked:

Are requests currently open? If so would you draw yourself as your favorite alpha troll/dancestor?

I don’t have a favorite really but I dig porrims aesthetic ! Hope this is what you meant! 

As for anyone wanting to make requests- yes technically they are always open. 

However, I define them to be more like, recommendations. Meaning there is no garuntee they will ever be done, but!- if I am inspired by the prompt, or just looking for something to draw I’ll go to my inbox and pick some! 

If you really want something drawn and in a timely fashion- consider commissioning me! All my information is on my page :) 

anonymous asked:

I'm obese. I'm not morbidly obese by any means, and I carry my weight well. But people glorifying obesity is ridiculous, but no one has to say mean stuff or tell me to get my weight under control. I already know I need to. On instagram, I follow several fashion igs and any time they post plus size models (not even saying "like this if she's beautiful") just to promote that line, people go crazy and say the meanest shit.



Club Lovage is a new Japanese socks brand/shop created by 11 students at Tokyo’s Bunka Fashion College. The brand creators include all four members of Japanese street fashion magazine Fanatic Tokyo as well as other Harajuku street style personalities. The concept of the brand’s original sock designs are based around nostalgia for memories of childhood.

These young Japanese designers have created limited edition original socks as well as stocking several other Japanese sock brands. Club Lovage is holding its first ever popup shop at Bunka Fashion College from now until the 5th of November (this weekend only). If you’re anywhere near Shinjuku this weekend, please stop in to Bunka Fashion College and meet the Club Lovage team. They are the future of Japanese fashion and they would love your support!

There are other events going on at Bunka Fashion College this weekend as well (see Retent 2017), so the visit will be worth your time.

Headcanon that the Batkids, having grown up used to the many pockets of their utility belts, find civilan clothes… lacking. This is one of the few rare things the kids absolutely agree on.

Tim: Bruce, you have to greenlight my proposal to add a clothing and fashion department to WE.

Bruce: *looking at the preliminary sketches for the spring line* uh Tim, this jacket has 7 pockets?

Damian: 9 including the inner ones. It’s one of my minimalist designs.

Bruce: isn’t that too many pockets?

Damian: Father, it’s time for fashion to catch up with brilliance. It’s up to us to lead the world.

Bruce: what

Tim: Bruce when I started as Robin I had 23 compartments to organize my gear. The standard pants only has 4 pockets. FOUR.

Damian: and as per Brown, no pockets at all if you shop in the female section.

Tim: don’t worry about clientele, we already asked Babs’s help with a survey and everyone’s willing to buy once the clothes are out.

Bruce: everyone?

Damian: Grayson suggested the pockets have secure seals so things don’t fall out when cartwheeling, Todd requested we add gun holsters to the belts. We dismissed that one of course.

Tim: He is however interested in the roomy leather jackets that have metal rings he can use to hook his grenade and bombs to. Steph also requested to have everything be available in eggplant purple.

Damian: Cassandra is interested in everything as long as the fabric is soft, and Thomas assured that he knows many others in need of more pockets in their everyday clothing.

Tim: we need this Bruce, the world needs this. Approve my business proposal so I can run this by today.

Bruce: *blinks and signs the papers*

Tim: *snatches the papers and quickly walks away* Thanks Dad!

Damian: Congratulations Father. Once again you have been instrumental to beterring the world.

the five times you lay your eyes on bucky || b.b

Relationship: Biker!Bucky x reader

Summary: The five times you lay your eyes on Bucky. 

Warnings: none!!

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: honestly I wrote this on a whim and I kinda love it ???

The first time you lay your eyes on Bucky you’re just starting your late night shift at the diner. Your eyes lock with his as you tie your apron around your waist, blushing as he sends a wink in your direction. 

It was Friday night, which meant it was busy with intoxicated people flowing in from the pub across the street to the diner in search of some greasy food to satisfy their cravings. 

You were overwhelmed, serving five tables all at once, trying to get their orders out in a timely fashion while refilling their drinks. It’s not like you meant to do it on purpose, you were just rushing through the orders that your hand knocked over a man’s drink as you took their menu. 

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry,” you stumbled out as you grabbed a towel, patting down the table before grabbing the now empty cup from it’s position on it’s side, a rough hand catching your wrist, “you better be gettin’ me a new one for free,” the man spat in your face aggressively before pushing you harshly away from the table making you stumble. 

Tears formed in your eyes as you mumbled out an another apology, being cut off by an unfamiliar voice halfway through, “that’s no way to treat a lady,” the voice barked behind you, but it didn’t make you cower, it comforted you. 

“And if you’ve got a problem with her you best be comin’ to me first,” whoever was behind you spoke again making the man nod his head before apologizing to you repeatedly.

You quickly walked away behind the counter, footsteps following you as you finally looked up to see Bucky’s concerned eyes ghost over your face, “he didn’t hurt ya, did he doll?” He asked in a gentle voice, nothing like he sounded just seconds ago.

Tears had spilled past your eyes and onto your cheek as you nodded, unable to form a sentence, still in shock and completely overwhelmed, “I promise he won’t be botherin’ you no more,” Bucky said again, a smile appearing on your face as he wiped away a stray tear. 

“Thanks, Bucky,” you croaked as he let out a small chuckle, “anytime, doll,” he winked before he made his way out of the diner, a small group of men following him as they got onto their bikes, engines roaring to life. 

Your eyes met Bucky’s one more time through the glass as he did a small salute with his fingers before riding away into the night leaving you with butterflies in your stomach and a hurricane of thoughts in your mind. 

The second time you’d seen Bucky was walking home after a horrible date, your arms crossed over your chest as you kicked a couple of stray rocks and twigs with your heel clad shoes, not caring if they were getting scuffed all the while mumbling about how much of a prick your date was. 

“Rough night?” A voice brought you out of your thoughts as you turned to your left to see Bucky leaning against his bike, arms crossed over his chest as his leather jacket and black jeans hugged every muscle. 

“You wouldn’t believe it,” you chuckled dryly as you stood on the pavement in front of Bucky, “Lemme guess,” Bucky smirked as he straightened out his posture, “all talk no action sorta guy?” He guessed as you dropped your head, chuckling, “how’d you guess?” You asked almost rhetorically as Bucky shrugged his shoulders, “lucky guess,” he said as he moved to grab a helmet. 

“How ‘bout I give you a ride home?” He suggested, holding out the helmet to you as you thought it over, “why not,” you shrugged before Bucky got on his bike, you following his actions as you loosely wrapped your arms around his torso, “you’re gonna have to hold on tighter than that, doll,” he chuckled as you tightened your grip on him as his engine roared to life once more. 

“Thanks for the ride,” you said, passing his helmet to him as he smiled, “it was my pleasure, darlin’,” he said before you both fell into a sort of awkward silence, “well, I should get going,” you said as he nodded his head, “yeah for sure,” he said but you didn’t move. 

You turned around taking one step before turning around hastily walking over to Bucky, giving him a kiss on his cheek, “thanks again,” you whispered as a blush crept over your cheeks, “like I said, anytime, doll,” he said, his breath fanning over your face from your close proximity. 

Your breath hitched in your throat as his fingers moved a strand of hair behind your face, “better get home before your parents start to get worried darlin’,” he whispered as you nodded, practically skipping up the steps to your home. 

The third time that your eyes landed on Bucky was when you were grabbing the mail on a Sunday morning, fluffly robe, cat pj pants, and koala slippers. Your heart kicked as his eyes landed on yours, a smirk making its way onto his face. 

You cursed yourself for stepping out of the house in the state you were in, hoping that Bucky would continue to mow the neighbours lawn instead on striking up a conversation with you. 

Luck was not on your side as Bucky jogged up to you, smirk not faltering. 

“Mornin’ stranger,” he chuckled as you grabbed the multiple envelopes from your mailbox, “mornin’ Buck,” you giggled as he crossed his muscular arms over his chest, the tank top he was wearing left little to the imagination. 

“You mowing lawns now?” You teased as he chuckled, “Mrs. Braverman needed a strong, handsome fella to help her out,” he winked as you rolled your eyes, “then get back to work, Barnes,” you said walking back towards your front door. 

“I sure will, kitten,” he shouted back as you sighed knowing you had just gotten a knew nickname from him, “never again,” you mumbled to yourself, stepping inside the house, swearing to throw out those dreaded pyjama pants. 

The fourth time you saw Bucky was when you walked passed an ally hearing someone groan in pain as you did. You told yourself that you should just ignore it, that it wasn’t a good idea to get mixed up with whoever’s business it was. 

That was until you heard a man snicker, “should’a thought twice ‘bout challengin’ me, Barnes.” 

You took a deep breath mustering up as much courage as you could before venturing into the alley, your heels clacking along the pavement, echoing so much that it got the men’s attention.

Bucky was on the ground, face bloodied as three men stood over him, “what’re you doin’ here, little lady,” one of the men snickered, coming closer to you. He reeked of body odour and whiskey, almost making you sick to your stomach, “let him go,” you said sternly, eyes flickering over to Bucky’s whose were pleading for you to just run. 

“Or what?” They taunted as you rolled your eyes, “you really wanna beat up a lady? Go ahead,” you smirked as all the men snarled before brushing past you, “you’re lucky your girl saved you, Barnes,” they spat, “next time you won’t be lucky,” they barked before leaving the alley. 

“Are you crazy!” Bucky gasped as he jumped up, slightly limping towards you, “don’t you ever do that again, ya hear me, doll?” He said, hands cupping your face as his desperate eyes searched yours. 

“I couldn’t let them hurt you,” you whispered, his thumb rubbing over your cheeks as he closed his eyes, shaking his head, “let’s get out of here,” he said as you nodded. You wrapped your arm around his torso as he wrapped his around your shoulder for support before you made it to your house. 

“Sit,” you commanded as he did what he was told, sitting on the covered toilet as you grabbed a bunch of medical supplies, “you’re lucky my parents are doctors,” you joked as you began cleaning his face, “that I am,” he mumbled, watching your concentrated expression as you moved on fixing him up. 

“There,” you said, throwing the last piece of bloodied tissue in the trash, “all done,” you smiled as Bucky examined his face in the mirror, “you’re real good at this, sure you don’t got anyone else to practice on?” He half-joked as you chuckled, “I’m a fast learner,” you smiled as he brushed some of your hair behind you ear, cupping your jaw with his hand. 

“Thank you,” he mumbled as your eyes fixated on each others. Everything around you seemed to still as Bucky slowly leaned in, until his lips were just inches from yours. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck, standing on your tippie toes as you closed the space between the two of you, connecting your lips in a gentle kiss, Bucky’s free hand pulling you closer to him. 

“You’re very welcome,” you winked as you pulled apart, leaving Bucky’s head spinning. 

The fifth time you saw Bucky he was stood outside the carnival entrance, flipping a coin as he leaned against the wooden fence, eyes searching for your own. The second they met yours he dropped his coin and pushed off the fence to embrace you in a hug. 

“You came,” he said, awestruck by your presence, “I told ya I would,” you said, wrapping your arms around his torso as he chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead before leading you inside. 

It took weeks of convincing, but you had finally agreed on going on a date with Bucky. You were hesitant, not because you didn’t like him, but because your parent’s would surely have heart attacks if they found out you were going out with the town’s bike gang leader. 

“I’m, uh, really happy you’re here,” Bucky said shyly as he intertwined his fingers with yours, a blush creeping up onto his cheeks, “is the infamous Bucky Barnes blushing?” You teased, tilting his chin up with your index and middle finger. 

“Am not,” he said defensively, pulling you towards the ferris wheel, “I’m just a little cold,” he tried to cover up as you giggled, “whatever you say,” you teased as he wrapped his arms around your torso. 

“It’s so beautiful,” you said in awe as the ferris wheel reached the top, “not as beautiful as you, doll,” Bucky quipped as you hid your face in the crook of his neck in a desperate attempt to hide your own blush.

“Oh is the infamous [Y/N] [Y/L/N] blushing,” Bucky mocked your previous words as you narrowed your eyes at him, “you’re lucky you’re cute,” you said as he pulled you closer to him, “ditto,” he mumbled against your lips before pressing them in a passionate kiss making your toes curl. 

“You should sneak out more often,” Bucky chuckled as you whimpered at the loss of his lips against yours, “less talking more kissing,” you mumbled before threading your fingers through his hair as he happily pressed his lips against yours again. 

Needless to say it was a bit difficult to keep your hickey’s covered from your parents as they scolded you. 

Thank God for fall or else your parents would be livid about the marks on your thighs. 

here are a bunch of fucking fantastic fics I’ve enjoyed and loved reading throughout the month of november. I recommend that you read these great fics in december, if you haven’t already!!

(all fics with a star are my favorites and if there are two stars then it was a favorite favorite)

1. Black Stars and Endless Seas 32k

A Star Trek Original Series AU where Lt. Styles is a young science officer on his first away mission, and Louis is the headstrong ensign assigned to his security detail, and maybe they would be able to function together professionally in a normal setting, but not when their shuttlecraft crash-lands and they end up marooned together on an improbably and unfairly beautiful planet.

2. Gracious Goes the Ghost of You 25k

Harry is a ghost who comes to visit. Louis feels like a ghost, himself. In forgiveness, they find their way back to life.

3. If the Surface Begs You Home 17k*

Harry is a mermaid from the underwater kingdom of Mercadia who is a little too fascinated by life above the surface. He’s kicked out of his home after he winds up pregnant, and has to figure out how to make his way in the world.

Louis is the darling of the small neighbouring seaside village who came home after university to take over their local library, and can’t seem to stay away from the mysterious pregnant mermaid his friends introduce him to.

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With a solo record and a career as a male model, the One Direction member is redefining what it means to be Niall Horan.

Niall Horan is not at all sure about the mechanical bull. We’re in the middle of a photo shoot inside storied Texas music hall Gilley’s Dallas—he’s performing tonight; fans have been camping out all week—and our photographer just asked if this member of One Direction, one of the biggest pop acts in the history of pop acts, will climb on for a picture. He eyes the contraption with a look that’s one part curiosity, one part disgust.

“What’s the point of this shot, again?” he asks.

There’s not really a point, we explain, it’s just something we thought would be fun. You know: Texas! Bulls! Horan still seems dubious. After a few more moments of deliberation, he makes the call to leave the beast be and set off for another location. He’s rolling with the punches, but it’s as if this is the first time anyone has asked him to throw on a bunch of designer clothes and straddle a giant robo-cow simply for the sake of a photograph. Which is fair, because it is.

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Richie and Mike as Twins Christmas Edition

-The Wheeler boys obviously both have the best fashion sense of all time and they rock their Christmas sweaters all through out the month of December.

-Richie stopped believing in Santa when he was about 8 but Mike believed until he was almost 11 and if anyone told his “little” brother that Santa wasn’t real Richie would do things like flatten there bike tires or accidentally trip them in the hall. Since he was to little to beat them up he would have to settle for these things.

-Richie and Mike both LOVE candy canes and Richie will suck on the tip until its pointy and then he tries to fight Mike with it pretending that its a sword. “En Garde!” “Richie stop before you stab me in the stomach!” “Pick your sword up Wheeler, and fight me like a man!” and then he’ll chase Mike around the house with his “sword” until Ted yells at them and says “No running in the house!”

-The boys think they’re so slick and they dress up as each other and go to El and Eddie and try to see what they are getting them for Christmas but of course El and Eddie can always tell when Mike dresses up as Richie and when Richie dresses up as Mike because they know their boyfriends better then anyone else

-Nancy came home one day with stockings that said ‘Mistake # 1, Mistake # 2, and Favorite’ The boys were highly offended and demanded that they be taken off the fireplace. They stayed on the fireplace until February.

-Richie and Mike will go out in the snow and build snow men and make snow angles with Holly.

-The Boys watch Its a Wonderful Life with Eddie and El and Richie walks around saying “Eddie Kaspbrak I’ll love ya till the day I die” for like two weeks after, (I hope people get this one)

-Mike hates Eggnog with a passion so sometimes Richie will be ‘Nice’ and get mike some cookies and ‘Milk’ but really its a glass of eggnog and Mike will take a big drink and spit it back in the cup “Damn it Richie!” and Richie laugh like its the funniest thing in the whole world

-Richie calls Holly “his little Holly Jolly” all throughout the month of December

-When they were younger Richie would wake Mike up in the middle of the night and convince Mike to go open their presents early.

-The boys pretend that they don’t care about getting the other a present but really they both spend lots of time and money trying get the other the perfect present because they secretly really love each other.

-Mileven and Reddie under the mistletoe. That is all.

-The boys and Nancy use to sneak all around the house together trying to find the presents that there parents bought them. When Nancy got to old for this the boys started bringing Holly along.

-Richie goes to El and picks her brain about what he should get Eddie for Christmas, because they are such good friends. Not that he doesn’t pick her brain about Eddie 365 days of the year.

-The boys both go bankrupt while buying presents for all their friends and they brainstorm for hours trying to figure out what to get them “Hey Rich, do you think Eddie would want a new fanny pack?” “No he already has like five.”

-Once they get all the presents bought for their friends they will compare them and see who’s are better. “Okay first of all Ben is going to like the poetry notebook I got him way more then the stupid New Kids On the Block CD you bought” “No way! And Dustin’s gonna love the Comic book I got him, getting him a new hat was a stupid idea. He wears the same one everyday!”

-The Snowball. Like just imagine the losers and the party all at the Snowball together. Enough said.

Thank you to my best friend @are-you-reddie-for-it for helping with this and for coming up with the best ones on this list!