ghostbusters shirts

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I watched Whip It the other day and I really wanted to draw a badass roller derby girl, somehow it turned into Ghostbusters fanart?

I tried to come up with derby names for each of them but I’m bad at puns so if you have any suggestions send them my way! I was thinking Abby’s should have something to do with soup, but that’s as far as I got.

anonymous asked:

that's cuz the tshirt was a reference to ghostbusters in the first place so the display is a ref to ghostbusters

well… the shirt design slimer is still definitely a homestuck thing. it is a homestuck thing that refences ghostbusters but still very much a homestuck thing

Blind Date

Pairing: Tony Stark/Iron Man x Reader, platonic!Natasha Romanov/Black Widow x Reader

Request: [Transfer from old account]

Word Count: 1875

Warnings: Cursing because it’s me, minimal self-doubt

A/N: In case y’all didn’t know, everything on my old account (on quotev) was written in first person. I aim to change all to second person before posting, but sometimes a word or two slips through the cracks. If anything doesn’t quite make sense, please tell me so I can fix it. Thank you guys so much for reading!




“I told you Nat, I’m not going on another one of those stupid blind dates you set up. Remember last time? It was ironic, almost going blind on a blind date; thanks to your little assassin friend trying to show off his ‘perfected’  knife-throwing skills,” You said to one of your closest friends, the famed avenger Natasha Romanoff. She was a great friend, but she was always trying to set you up with people, namely people from SHIELD. At this point, there have been too many assassins and near-death-experiences to count.

“Okay, okay. So trying to set you up with Aaron wasn’t my best or brightest idea, but hear me out this time. Alright Y/n?” Responded the red-headed assassin.

“Fine, but this is the last time I let you try and set up a blind date for me.” You respond with a sigh.

“Y/n, you say that every time.”

“Well, I really mean it this time.”

“Whatever,” she muttered. You open your mouth to rebut, but she took notice of you doing so and continued without giving you the chance to speak. “I’ve already gotten this guy to agree to this. And this time, I chose a guy that has specifically asked about you before.” She said surprising you.

“Who’s asked about me before? What do you mean?” You asked, mind racing with possibilities of who it may be.

"I mean that this super attractive guy knows that the two of us are friends, so he asked me about you. More specifically, he asked if you were single.” She explained nonchalantly, knowing it drove you the slightest bit crazy.

“Yea right,” you murmur, deciding that perhaps it was just a ploy to make you more excited about a potential date. “Who would even ask about me? Better yet, who would even ask someone if their friend was single?”

“A cocky, confident bastard that I sadly know very well.” Responded Nat.

“Sounds like a great guy Nat,” You said sarcastically. “A cocky bastard that you regret knowing. Why the Hell would you set me up with this guy?”

“Okay, I admit that he isn’t all that bad once you get to know him. You know how I treat people I get closer to, with sarcasm and empty insults.” She responded. “I really think that this guy might work out.”

“Sure Nat, whatever. He’ll likely end up just being another name to add to the never-ending list of men I repel.”  You say, trying and failing to hide the fact that you were afraid you would end up alone. Afraid that you were too hard to love, and no man wants to stick around.

“Y/n, I know you. You want this to be something. I know that in your mind you are already afraid of rejection, but please give this guy a chance. I’ve never been more sure about setting you up with someone, so I feel uncharacteristically stupid for not doing so sooner. Promise me that you will at least consider this guy tonight.” Said Natasha.

“Alright, alright. I’ll try. For you, Nat.” You told her with a smile. As her words sunk in, the smile slowly faded away.  "Wait, did you say tonight?“ You exclaimed, panic starting to course through your veins as you finally processed what she had said.

"Did I forget to mention that?” She asked with a small smirk, causing you only to nod as you began to panic. “The date’s tonight.” She said.

“This isn’t funny, why didn’t you tell me earlier?” You whisper-yell, trying to be quiet yet still in a state of shock and fear.

“Because I knew that if you knew too far in advance you would try to get out of it.”

She knew you too well.

“Fair point, but it still doesn’t excuse you.” You say, playfully wiggling your finger at her. “It’s already 5:30, what time is he getting here?”

“I think he was planning on somewhere between 6:45 and 7:00.”

“Great, you think.” You say, doing the math in your head. “That gives me a little over an hour to get ready. Thankfully, that’s plenty of time considering I don’t take all that long to get ready.”

"See, this worked out just fine.” Nat said, proud of herself. You turned to give her a quick glare.

“You’re lucky it did,” you said jokingly threatening. You knew better than to actually threaten a trained assassin. “What do you think I should wear?”

“Something more casual than dressy, with what he has planned in mind.” She said.

“Well what’s he planning?” You asked, trying to pry some more information out of her.

“I can’t just tell you, haven’t you ever heard of a surprise?” She said sarcastically. “I’m going to head on out so you can get ready in peace, and this way I’ll be gone once he gets here. Good luck tonight Y/n.” She leaned forward to pull you into a quick hug before disappearing out the door in the blink of an eye.

“Let’s do this,” you said to yourself before sighing. “Wow, that was dorky.”

In the end, you decided to go with a Ghostbusters t-shirt along with dark-wash jeans. You pulled your (h/l) hair up before checking your makeup once more. You slip on your favorite pair of converse and look down at your watch. 6:51. The mystery man would be here any minute. You sat down on your couch to wait, trying to steady the heart furiously beating within your chest.

You didn’t have to wait long, as barely a minute passed before you heard a knock on the door. You took in a deep breath as you stood up, exhaling slowly as you make your way across the room to the door. You took another deep breath as you reached for the doorknob, opening it to reveal a face all of New York seemed to know.

“Tony Stark?” You said aloud, out of shock. Immediately embarrassed, you could feel your cheeks flush.

“Yep, that’s my name. You must be the beautiful Y/n.” He said from the hallway outside your apartment door, leaning slightly on the door frame now that the door was open. You stood in awe for a moment, taking him in. You had already met him once or twice before when you were with Natasha and had found him attractive then, but now seeing him in a tight black AC/DC t-shirt and jeans you were reminded why all the women in the state had a crush on him. Now you understood why Natasha had called him cocky and confident. He was Tony fucking Stark.

“So, you ready to go?” He asked.

“Sure, lead the way.” You responded, thankfully not sounding too terribly awkward. The two of you walked to the elevator and pressed the button labeled “G” for ground. “If you don’t mind, where are we going?” You asked as the elevator made it’s descent and the doors to the apartment building’s lobby opened with a small ‘ding’..

“That’s a surprise,” Said Tony with a wink that made your heart flutter. “You aren’t afraid of heights are you?”

“No.” You answered, thankful that you really weren’t.

“Good.” He said as you approached the car parked outside that must have been his. Holding the door open like a gentleman, you slid into the passenger side the blue mustang. Tony walked around the front of the car, sliding behind the wheel and accelerating once the two of you were buckled.

“So, Natasha and you are pretty close?” He asked, making conversation as the two of you drove.

“Yea, she’s one of my closest friends.” You replied honestly.

“Nice.” He said, then went silent for a moment. “Does she ever talk about me?” He asked.

“Not really. But you know Natasha, she never talks about work. Unless she’s trying to set me up with someone, of course.” You said. Gathering your courage, you continued. “She did tell me however, that you asked about me.” Tony paused for a moment before answering, not flustered in the slightest.

“Yes, I did. You are a very beautiful woman, and Natasha let it slip that you happen to really like Metallica.” He said.

“Well, that’s true. The Metallica bit.” You tell him.

“And I’m glad I did ask, because I showed up to pick you up and there you were in a Ghostbusters shirt.” He said, turning to smile at you.

“Funny, coming for the guy that came to pick me up in an AC/DC shirt.” You retort with a matching smile. You looked up as you spoke, stopping in awe as you realized you were below the Stark Tower. It was much more impressive in person than it was on the news. You follow Tony inside and into the elevator.

“JARVIS, take us up to the roof.” Said Tony.

“You’re taking me to the top of Stark Tower?” You asked excitedly. Tony  nodded in response, smiling at your somewhat childish behavior as you ascended.

The bell made the little ding sound and the doors opened, revealing a candlelit dinner set up before me.

“Did you set this up Tony?” You asked in awe, honestly a bit surprised at the billionaire’s antics. You hadn’t expected something this sweet.

"Of course. If any woman deserves a romantic first date with Tony Stark, it’s you.” He responded.

“Oh shut up,” you said jokingly, warming up to him and becoming all at once more comfortable.

The rest of the night went swimmingly, with the two of you talking about every topic under the sun while enjoying grilled cheese, the dish Tony claims is his specialty. Much too quickly the time came for you to go home, and for the first time in a long time you were sad to leave one of Natasha’s blind dates.

Tony drove you home, the pair of you laughing and joking around the entire way back. He walked you up to your apartment, and you relished every moment being with him longer. You hated to admit it, but you thought you might be falling in love.

“You know Y/n, I had a really great time tonight.” He said, looking down into your (e/c) eyes with sincerity.

“Me too Tony, and I’m not just saying that. Natasha has set me up on a lot of dates, but I actually enjoyed this one.” You looked up at Tony as you reached your door, leaning up to meet his lips with your own. Although it was brief, you felt that that small kiss was the start of something bigger.

“We’ll have to do this again sometime.” He said, with that cocky smirk of his.

“Of course.” You reply.. “Here’s my number, so you don’t have to ask Natasha.” You say, reaching for his phone that he had already pulled out of his pocket. “Text me sometime.” You said with a smile. Something inside you told you that he would be the guy who actually did.

“I will.” He replied. “Goodnight Y/n.”

“Goodnight Tony.” You say, closing the door to your apartment. You let out a dreamy sigh once you were alone, glad that you had listened to Nat one more time.

Happy Halloween: Movie Marathon.

Imagine spending your Halloween with the turtles. The boys are hosting a “Very Scary Movie Night” and invited all of you. You pack an overnight bag, bring some Halloween treats, and settle for a night…OF TERROR (thunder booming and sinister music playing)!!

Imagine Leonardo hates scary movies (not for the monsters and murders but for the terrible choices) but he joins in.
For one thing, it’s Halloween, but mostly it’s because you’ll be there. You come in, wearing your pajamas (orange and black striped leggings and a big black sweater) and totting some candy apples.
“Hey, guys. Happy Halloween.”
Welcome, mortal! And beware! You’re in for a scare!“ Mikey says in his ‘scary voice.’
Normally, Leo might make a comment or tell him to time it down, but tonight he’s more preoccupied with getting a seat next to you. Which he does.
Throughout the night, he inches just a little bit closer (not that you mind) and you make a habit of holding onto him when you’re scared (not that he minds).
By the third movie, you are asleep (he doesn’t know how you can sleep through the screams) and Leo never wants Halloween to end.

Imagine Raph being pumped.
He loves scary movies (monster movies and Stephen King films are his favorites) and helps Mikey get everything together. And when he finds out you’re coming…well…
You waltz into the lair, wearing a black shirt with a bloody vampire smile and red leggings.
"Hey, Raph. I brought mini chocolates.”
Mikey popped in out of thin air and snatched the bag.
“Thank you, Lady Dracula.” he said, taking off.
“What…”
“Hope you got some at some cause you ain’t seeing those again.” Raph said with grin.
“Man, Mikey must love Halloween.”
“It’s like crack to him. Don’t even get him started on Christmas.”
You laughed and sat down next to him. He, very smoothly, put his arm around you and silently cheered when you didn’t shrug him off (he was sure that you would). Secretly, the two of you whisper jokes and snide comments to each other and stifle your laughter all night long.

Imagine Donnie hates scary movies and so do you. You both hate blood and monsters and Donnie sees enough scary things every damn day. Honestly, you’d rather watch Hotel Transylvania or a Scooby Doo movie.
But Donnie knows that you’re going and you know that Donnie’s going and no one wants to look like a baby, so you both decided to suffer through it.
You make orange and black cupcakes and slip into your comfy clothes (a Ghostbusters shirt and bright green leggings) and head down to the lair, determined to stay strong.
And for a while you do.
But into the second movie, you quietly get up and head to the kitchen. You hid out there for a bit, eating cupcakes until Donnie comes in.
“What are you doing all by yourself?”
“I’m, uh, not a fan of horror movies. But I didn’t want to miss out hanging out with you so I came anyway.” You admit.
Donnie smiled and said
“That’s what I was going to say. I mean, it’s bad enough my brothers tease me for it…”
“Mine do too! They’re all monster movie buffs. So what if I like Hocus Pocus better then It?”
“I love that movie. Did you watch…”
You spend the rest of the night talking and laughing and eating all the backup snacks. In the end, Halloween turned out to be pretty great.

You love, love, love Halloween.
The costumes, the candy, all the Halloween episodes of your favorite shows. But most of all, you love to be scared. You love the twists and terror of horror movies, even though you know you’re gonna have nightmares for a week.
So when Mikey invited you to the movie night, you agreed instantly.
Slipping into your brand new black cat onesie and making a batch of your special spooktacular (as Mikey would say) graveyard brownies, you were the first one down to the lair.
“Y/N, you came! And you brought brownies!”
“Wouldn’t miss it for the world, Mikey Man.”
The couch was packed once everyone arrived, so you and Mikey both sat on the giant arm chair. Well, really he sat on it and you sat on his lap but he certainly wasn’t complaining.
You snuggled with him all night, sharing sweet treats and the both of you screaming every five seconds.
It was perfect. His dream Halloween. Eventually, you fell asleep, snoring quietly, and Mikey pulled a blanket over the two of you, falling to sleep himself.
The others smirked and took pictures, knowing Mikey would want a couple to remember this night.