folding lens

Originally posted by deeepsleep

Prompt:  Ohhh an open request box!! Bones x reader. She’s a badass security officer (only red shirt who lives ;) ) and he’s always sorting out her injuries. He gets frustrated by her seeming lack of care of herself. She yells, he yells, Angry sex etc xx
Word Count: 1774
NaNoWriMo Word Count: 20,148/50,000
Warnings: Smut, just smut and language and dominating and no one under 18 please
Author’s Note: I seem to have a thing for dom!Bones….Happy Monday everyone

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Fightstarter Karaoke (DC TV)

Oh, I have an idea for a silly, quick fic! 5K words later… Title from the song by Dropkick Murphys.

Title: Fightstarter Karaoke (AO3)
Fandom: DC TV
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 5237
Characters: Len, Mick, Lisa
Summary: Mick does not approve of Len’s diet and decides to start up a wager.


Living with Mick is the fucking worst. It’s not actually- even trying to cram two grown men into a shitty one bedroom with a crappy sofa bed and crappier mattress, it’s better than living with Lewis. But staying in the same place as someone he doesn’t have to tread lightly around quickly became a game of ‘Is This Habit A Previously Unknown Pet Peeve of Len’s’. Mick is horrendously good at that game. He leaves wet towels on floors or counters, switches television channels in the middle of a show, puts his dirty projects on the table and hoards trinkets both valuable and not. Which isn’t hypocritical of Len at all because at least Len organizes his stolen hoard and not just shoves them into whatever free space is available.

Len’s aware, of course, that this is a two-way street and Mick doesn’t hesitate to bitch about which of Len’s habits is driving him up the wall this time: talking- making legitimate criticisms! -over shows and movies, putting his booted feet on everything, letting Lisa stay over for days at a time. Her staying Mick never actually minds, it’s Len’s tendency of informing Mick of this by dropping Lisa’s bag on his stomach and kicking him off the least lumpy side of a sofa.

And his eating habits. Nothing gets Mick fuming like seeing what crap Len puts in his mouth. It comes to a head one day when Mick gets back from a grocery run and catches Len squeezing ketchup packets into a bowl of macaroni. Mick glowers at him and says, “You better be done with that by the time I finish putting refrigerated stuff away.”

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lookoutitsregzillas  asked:

Okayojayokay legends + strip poker nights

Alrightalrightalrightalright

  • First of all, let’s be clear on the rules here: none of that weird ass complicated “you run out of chips, you strip” poker, just plain and simple “worst hand = stripping” poker. Okay? Okay.
  • For the record they’re already a few rounds and a drink or two in when Sara suggests they make it more interesting by playing strip poker. There’s a moment of incredibly tense silence as 8-way peer pressure kicks in and one by one everyone agreed to stay.
  • Jax’s caveat: “Alright, but if I have to see him [emphatic thumb at Stein] get naked you’re all paying for my therapy. I know too much about him as it is.”
    • (“The feeling is entirely mutual, I assure you,” Stein grumbles, pulling his blazer a little tighter.)
  • Honestly Sara is mostly doing this to fuck with Len, who she’s noticed seems to be extremely averse to showing any skin, ever. He stares her down to make entirely clear that she’s dumb and not affecting him, while simultaneously planning to cheat so he doesn’t have to strip.
  • “Does jewelry count?” Kendra asks, a little nervously. There’s some debate, but they agree yes, jewelry does count. Kendra feels better but is still blushing like crazy.
  • At this point Rip is mostly staying because this where the booze is, but he’s fully prepared to leave the second he sees too much skin. He can already feel the headache coming. He takes another drink.
  • Ray loses his shirt almost ridiculously fast, and whips it off with nothing more than a “oh, well, guess it’s me”. And then The Abs are there, and Kendra is trying very hard to remember that his eyes are up there and Sara’s trying to decide if Ray’s the kind of guy who lets people lick his abs or not. 
    • Len sighs heavily through his nose. “You had to go for the shirt, didn’t you, Raymond?”
  • With Stein’s first losing hand he sighs, takes off a shoe, places it on the table. (”I should have thought of that,” Ray says, chagrined.)
  • Mick has a losing hand. He shrugs, takes his jacket off, tosses it across the room. Mick doesn’t care if he ends up stark naked; that’s everyone else’s problem.
  • Kendra suckers everyone by going through her jewelry - rings, earrings, necklaces. They’re never going to get an actual piece of clothing off of her and she gets increasingly cocky about it as everyone else loses things.
  • The first time Sara has to strip she makes a big deal of acting like she’s going to take her shirt off, then reveals she was actually just unfastening her felt. Approximately nobody cares.
  • Jax offers up his socks on his first two losing hands, then gets a third and sighs. “Nobody judge me just because I don’t have a 12 pack,” he says. Sara compliments his tummy.
  • Eventually Len slips up at his card counting, possibly because it’s chilly in here and Ray’s nipples are doing things. Scowling, Len gives up his goggles with unnecessary force, aiming them at Sara’s head. Cackling like a witch, she catches them and drapes them over the back of her chair. Sara inexplicably seems to have consumed twice as much alcohol as everyone else and is having a wonderful night.
  • The game wears on. Everyone’s shoes are gone. Sara actually did take off her shirt the second time, and the team is getting an excellent view of a very blue sports bra. Mick’s also gone shirtless, and Rip has lost his coat. Jax is in his underwear. Help him.
  • Len loses another hand, swears quietly. He removes his jacket to reveal a long-sleeved shirt. He feels naked.
  • Jax, sitting in his boxers, looks like he’s going to cry, and decides he wants out. Sara boos him loudly.
  • Kendra is finally out of jewelry and loses a jacket; she’s getting nervous now.
  • “Fuck me, I forgot about this,” Sara says, and takes the ponytail out of her hair. There’s a brief uproar over whether or not that counts as stripping; anyone who disagrees is immediately accused of being a huge pervert. Grudgingly, they let it count. 
  • Rip decides that no amount of booze is worth taking his pants off with these asshats and folds.
  • Stein willingly gave up his glasses before his shirt, but that was his breaking point.
  • Mick is in his underwear, happily aware of how uncomfortable everyone around him is.
  • Ray loses his pants as well. Len folds on principle and leaves the room.
  • Kendra loses another hand with nothing to strip but her shirt or pants; she folds and flees.
  • It’s late. Everyone else has crawled off to bed, and the nice alcohol buzz is waning. We’ve got Ray, Mick, and Sara all sitting in their underwear (and a bra, in one case), in a stripxican standoff. Sara loses a hand, blows some hair out of her eyes. “Well, well,” she says.
  • Ray, ever a gentleman, folds, and looks at Mick, expecting him to follow suit. Mick shrugs and looks at Sara, waiting.
  • She smiles, sweetly. “Guess I’ll just have to take off - this!” she declares, swinging her bare leg onto the table to reveal the tiny dagger strapped to her ankle. 
  • Mick groans, throws his cards down, and walks out, not even bothering to collect his clothes from the floor. Sara smirks and gathers up her clothes and Snart’s goggles, which she’s decided are her now. “Goodnight, Ray,” she says on her way out, still a little tipsy and flush with victory. “Goodnight, Ray’s abs.”

anonymous asked:

Sara/Len + 36 - “I wish I could hate you.”

Sara doesn’t talk to anyone after they leave Star City. She goes straight to her cabin, shuts the door. For a day, everyone leaves her be. Then, there’s debate of who should go talk to her. Ray volunteers and Len looks at the man’s face. It’s like a giant shiny sunbeam. He scrubs a hand over his face.

“I’ll do it.” Len says, standing. He waits for the comment. Kendra always has something to say about Len and Sara and - whatever they are. Nothing comes. Kendra gives a sad smile, which is somehow even worse.

Sara’s door is unlocked, so Len just slides in. She’s curled up on her side, facing the wall. She doesn’t move, even after the door slides shut behind Len. Len regrets volunteering suddenly. Maybe this would be better done by someone like Ray.

He has no idea what to say, so he just keeps quiet. Sara’s small enough that she’s only taking up about a third of the bed - and god, he hates thinking about that. It’s not something he realizes often, but when he does, it’s usually when she’s got four guys trying to kill her. He hates that some part of this feels the same. 

Still, there’s enough space on the bed, so Len sits on it. He crosses his legs, leans back on her pillow. There’s space between them for a moment, but Sara shifts a little and then her back fits against his side. 

“Rip said we could go back.” She says, after a long moment. Her voice doesn’t sound teary, not like he’d expected. Sara traces something on the wall. “He said we could go see her in law school or something. Like that’d be the same.”

“Rip’s an idiot.” Len declares it easily. It’s not the first time he’s said it either, but this - this isn’t, Rip’s an idiot for not letting us steal the Mona Lisa just this once. This is Rip’s an idiot and some part of Len wants to yell at him.

“You’ve got a sister,” Sara says. She rolls over, looks up at Len. There’s a smear of mascara on her cheek. Len folds his hands in his lap so he doesn’t do something stupid about it.

“Lisa.” He says. Sara nods. There’s something expectant in her look, so he continues. “She’s a brat. Dyed my hair once when I was drunk and she was in high school. Can’t drive for shit, so she takes a motorcycle everywhere. I’m pretty sure she only got snapchat to send me pictures of Cisco fucking Ramon and piss me off.”

There’s more, he wants to say, about growing up and trying to keep anything good for Lisa. But that’s not what Sara needs to hear now. He doesn’t know exactly what she does need to hear, but it’s not that.

“I was always the favorite.” Sara says. She rolls onto her back and drops one arm over her face. Her side’s flush with Len’s and he’s a little surprised when she wraps her hand around his elbow.

“I think Laurel hated me for a long time for it. Like, dad always showed up to my cheer stuff and he thought it was - I dunno - funny when I got in trouble for stuff. Laurel always tries more and I don’t think they knew what to do with that. So she’d like, be a bitch to me. She, like, would tell boys that I was grounded when I wasn’t or take my Panera Rewards card out of my wallet for no fucking reason.”

Sara sniffs. Len realizes she’s crying. He reaches over, drops his hand onto her wrist. He rubs his thumb over the bone there.

“It’s fucked up that that’s what I keep thinking about, right? Like, all the petty shit she did when she wanted to piss me off. But that’s what keeps playing on a loop.” Sara says. She moves her arm. Her eyes are red and the mascara’s running worse.

“She didn’t hate you.” Len says. Sara huffs and he knows - not all of it, but he knows pieces of the Oliver Queen debacle. Len makes a face. “Don’t be dumb, blondie, you are much harder to hate than you think.”

“Am I?” She asks. Her voice is small. If she was trying for joking, it missed.

“I mean, I tried to hate you for a couple days at first. Couldn’t do it.” He says. Sara smiles, a tiny thing. 

“She did beat up Miranda Lopez after Miranda called me a dyke.” Sara says. She raises an eyebrow. “And then she yelled at me and told me to stop hanging out with assholes like Miranda Lopez.”

Len smiles at that. Sara smiles too. It fades, quicker than he wishes it would.

“You can keep going.” He says. “I’m pretty sure if we’re quiet for too long, they’re going to replace me with Ray.”

“Well,” she says. “I don’t want that.”

And so she talks.

Contacts help?

Hello! I’m not sure if I should ask questions like this, but I’ve been going around different cosplay blogs asking sbout contact lenses and was wondering if you had any tips on taking them in and out? if it easy? I’ve had a fear of them and am trying to overcome it, and I’d be open to any tips you have.

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yea I know how you feel. it took me forever to put them in the first couple of times I tried it. it certainly needs practice. these are the instructions that come with my fave contacts, it’s in german but I’ll translate it right quick.

this is how to put them in: put the contact lens on the tip of your index finger and with the middle finger of the same hand pull down the lashes of the lower lid (as seen in picture). with the index or middle finger of the other hand pull up the upper lid and put the lens onto your eye. some people can place the lens directly on the iris. I can’t do that bc I’ll start blinking instantly. I prefer looking to the side so a lot of the white part of the eye is showing. then I put the lens onto the white part and slowly look back until the lens slide onto the iris.

this is how to take them out: pull down the lower lid with your middle finger and look up. push down the lens with your index finger onto the white part of your eye. now you can fold the lens with the tips of your index finger and thumb and take it out. be cafeul not to damage the lens with your finger nails.

I know many people who do it differently but I found that these ways to put them in and out work best for me. hope it helps!