giant boot

hopefulqueer  asked:

ok but leonard will not take off his parka ever if he's tryin to look the part so the legends are like in some fuckin desert and it's 115° out and they're fighting bad guys and everyone's in a tank top except ray whose suit has an ac and len who is still wearing the fucking parka and concerned time dad Rip is just "please take that off" and len is all "I Will Not" and meanwhile he's turning red and sweating and is about to pass out but he refuses to take the jacket off because AESTHETIC

you know what all of the rogues really value aesthetic over practicality like have u seen Hartley’s giant fuckin lace up boots. How long does it take him to put those on. The rogues r all so dramatic

the-darkhunter  asked:

Hey there :-) Can you make me a rec list about firefighter sterek please? Thanks ;-)

sure! here are some cute and lovely fics that you might haven’t seen before, hopefully you’ll enjoy them!

stiles is a firefighter

  • You Are My Fire by omelet (Not Rated, 8k)  Derek thinks this is getting a little out of hand. Because honestly, he never would have guessed that he would one day come to own a firemen-themed calendar.
  • untitled by bleep0bleep (T, 1k)  Laura punches him playfully in the shoulder, chuckling. “Dude, lighten up on the staff here. It’s not their fault they think you’re one of the dudes going in the calendar.” 
  • start a fire in your heart by dedougal (E, 6k)  Stiles wants nothing more than to keep his head down and get on with his job as a firefighter. Of course, that’s when his photo ends up on the front pages, drawing attention from places he thought he’d left behind.

derek is a firefighter

  • until the clock strikes midnight again by decideophobia (T, 5k) Derek stumbles upon a test then, towards the end of the magazine, and before he realizes what he’s doing, he’s reading out loud, “Are you good in bed?”Stiles drops his pen.
  • untitled by pantstomatch (T, 3k)  Stiles is not stuck. To random passers-by it could appear that he is stuck, but he’s completely capable of getting down off this motherfucking tree all by himself. There was absolutely no reason to call the fire department, Isaac, given that they have a perfectly serviceable ladder in the garage, and Stiles totally has the agility of a jungle cat. Climbing down this tree should be a piece of cake. It’s just that, you know: tiny kitten.
  • stop, drop and roll by thepsychicclam (M, 12k)  Stiles knows he’s in trouble when he invites the Beacon Hills Fire Department into his third grade classroom and he can’t stop staring at a certain scruffy fireman. But after the third graders take a field trip to the fire station and participate in the fire department’s holiday canned food drive, Stiles can’t ignore his crush any longer.
  • boy in blue by kaihire (G,5k)  Stiles gets injured on the job because he’s just awesome like that, and it turns out his usual massage therapist isn’t in. Unfortunately, the masseur who’s replacing him is precisely the reason Stiles ended up getting hurt in the first place.
  • untitled by thepsychicclam (T,2k)  stiles is a waiter at the diner down the street from the fire station, and fireman!derek comes in frequently for lunch.
  • everybody loves good neighbors by stilinskisparkles (M, 7k)  What about an “everything run-down and suddenly a guy falls through the ceiling; now there’s a hole in the ceiling of my bedroom”-AU thing?
  • just when you think you’re in control by trilliastra (T, 2k) While Josh rushes to grab his things and Stiles tries to clean some of the mess on Josh’s table, the door opens with a bang and suddenly Derek Hale is running inside, disheveled and clearly upset.Stiles would feel sorry for him – and in another situation, he would even stop to admire Derek’s perfect body and face – but he crushed a little boy’s heart and that’s unforgivable.
    In which Stiles thinks Derek is the worst uncle when he’s, actually, the best.
  • Through Fire by hazelNuts (G, 1k) “‘you’ve just been saved from a burning building and you’re begging to go back in to save your pet cat’ au - sterek - that cat has been by stiles’ side since forever and his mom give it to him and even tho he’s old and almost blind please save him"Derek watches as Boyd tries to stop a man from running back into the burning apartment building. Boyd towers over him, but the guy is a fighter and his colleague is having some real trouble holding him back. The guy is aiming for the places he knows he will hurt the firefighter the most, his crotch, his solar plexus. He even tries to kick him in the knees. This isn’t going to end well for either man if someone doesn’t stop that guy soon.
  • Emergency Hugs by LadyDrace (T, 2k) EMERGENCY HUGS
    INQUIRE WITHIN The sign looks cheerful enough, as much as a sign can when composed of entirely letters in a sturdy black frame, but Stiles doesn’t know why he’d stopped to stare at it. Okay, that’s a lie. He does know.
  • untitled by mad-madam-m (Not Rated, 1k) “Would you like to donate to the Beacon Hills Firefighters Fund?”  Stiles gapes at the specimen of a man standing beside his car, holding out a giant rubber boot with a cheerful “DONATE” sign taped to it. The man is tall, dark, bearded, and frowning, though Stiles can’t tell if the latter is because he’s genuinely unhappy or just protecting his eyes from the sun’s glare.  “Uh,” Stiles says, because it’s too early for him to think when he’s looking at a firefighter who might as well have walked out of his wet dreams. 
  • Cooking With (A) Fire(man) by literaryoblivion (G, 2k) After a kitchen accident in his dorm, Stiles is forced to take a cooking class as punishment and ends up meeting a very attractive fireman to share his cooking station with… and maybe a few other things.
  • untitled by howlnatural (T, 2k) After Tilly the three-legged jack russell, Dr McCall - the aforementioned vet -seemed to know instinctively which tragic dog cases Derek wouldn’t be able to turn down. Dana the Australian shepherd and Bobby the former police dog who’d gone deaf in a meth lab explosion followed, and then Derek had moved to a bigger place and kind of forgotten about dating. Until Stiles.
  • Emergency Love by Kedreeva (E, 14k) Wherein Derek is a firefighter and Stiles is a paramedic, and they just keep meeting.
  • Hot Like Burning by Leslie_Knope (T, 2.5k)  In which Derek is the grumpy neighborhood firefighter, and Stiles is a bit of a lovestruck idiot.
  • Cupboard Love by mklutz (G, 33k) He’s carefully balancing the sandwiches and the two biggest tupperware containers he could find that both had functioning lids when the front door opens and he almost drops everything right there in front of the stupid fountain. If that’s Derek Hale, he’s definitely not a mountain man.
  • untitled by stileshale (Not Rated, 1k) Derek is a firefighter and Stiles likes it when he comes home in his gear.
  • untitled by lycanthrophies (Not Rated, 2k)  Riling Derek up became a fun past time activity for Stiles pretty fast, because Derek tries so hard to be stoic sometimes, it’s really a highlight to see him crack open and either get adorably flustered, or—even better—make him laugh out loud.

Everything I did, I tried to be the antithesis [of style here]. What I saw around me was surf, skate and valley girl culture, whereas all I wanted was to wear a giant sweater, tights and boots. My style is a reaction to being a California girl. I love Patti Smith and Katharine Hepburn. They had a freedom, wildness and didn’t care. That to me is much sexier than a tight dress where you can’t move.

I used to work in the shoe department of a store that rhymes with ‘holes.’ I soon learned that the worst customers in the world are white mothers, doubly so at back to school time.

I was reshelving some shoes that a very nice customer actually put their stuff back in when I got a warning over my headset that I was getting four moms with their kids were heading my way. Now, what proceeded to happen was four demanding mothers pulling every size they can find from both the kid’s and women’s section(which are on opposite sides of the department) and pooling these shoes in the middle of the department.

After a hellish hour of enduring their verbal abuse and treating me like their personal man-servant(And degrading my appearance when they thought I couldn’t hear them), They finally left with a giant mound of shoes, boots, wedges, and then a separate mound of boxes that I had to re-sort, re-box, and re shelve because a group of moms decided they didn’t like our selection. 

Thank God our LP was watching because those moms got caught trying to steal new shoes not just for their kids, but for themselves as well.

Just fuck customers, fuck self-entitled moms, and fuck people that talk shit about employees behind their backs!

BTS as Flirty Starbucks Guys - Jungkook

Request by@belikelasagna: Annyeonggg Request: Them as flirty Starbucks guyss Hope you don’t mind me requesting reeeally often!! :))


Please remember I’m going to be posting 1 a day for the next 7 days (a member a day) and it’s going to be in the order in which the ideas came to me and I wrote them😋

They all vary in length but I’ll give a word count before each one💁

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Member: Jungkook

Length: 1389 words

Jungkook didn’t know what to do.

Not because he was confused or lost or hadn’t been taught, but because you were standing in the queue, next in line to order your coffee (Cafe Mocha, 2 sugars, extra milk) and you had your hair down and your cheeks were flushed from the cold outside and you looked so pretty and… Crap!

“Jungkook-ah, you have to watch what you’re doing! You could have burnt yourself, or someone else for that matter.”

“Sorry Hoseok-hyung,” Jungkook apologised to his elder sincerely after being scolded for almost spilling hot milk on himself and his hyung, “it won’t happen again.”

“It’s okay Kookie, we’ve all made mistakes like that. At least you’re not as bad as Namjoonie.” Yoongi piped up from his spot on the chair behind the pastries and cakes (seriously, it was his spot. If anyone sat there it was immediate war, which is probably why none of the newer employees lasted longer than a week).

Jungkook laughed slightly at that, his oldest hyung in the Starbucks at the moment knowing how to make him feel better, but then it was your turn and you stepped forward and, what was his name again?

“Hi, how are you today Jungkook-ah?” You asked sweetly, dropping the formalities after he had sputtered out that you didn’t need to use them a couple months ago, a week or two after you’d first gone there.

“F-fine, I’m… hello… I’m okay and you Y/N-ssi?” He stuttered out and rejoiced at the small victory of not forgetting how to speak (no really, it happened last week when you had walked in late in the afternoon one day. Legs clad in leggings and fuzzy boots, giant a sweater hanging off your upper body, the longer than normal sleeves giving you sweater paws which you happily waved as you greeted him just as nicely as always, and Jungkook forgot how to speak. All the words he’d ever learnt left his brain, so he did what any man would do and pretended he was sick and had lost his voice, which – of course ­– was not his best idea to date. That only made you coo and worry over him, telling him he should be home resting and – Hoseok swore – if Jungkook had gone any redder, he could’ve blended in with a fire truck).

“Jungkook-ah, if you say I mustn’t call you Jungkook-ssi then you don’t have to call me Y/N-ssi. I’m in here often enough that I consider us friends, don’t you?” You huffed playfully, remembering that you had actually spoken about being friends when he told you to drop the formalities, and realised then that you actually really hoped he at least thought of you as a friend.

Jungkook just nodded once shyly and shot you a small smile, his big doe eyes not really meeting yours, as he motioned for you to order by pointing at the menu (smooth… not).

Instead of ordering straight away however, you leaned forward and rested your hip against the counter, arms crossed loosely in front of you. This of course made Jungkook’s eyes widen slightly at your proximity and you could see his Adam’s apple bob when he swallowed gulped.

“Say Hobi,” you started, leaving out the honorifics after he too told you that you didn’t have to use them, “hypothetically speaking,” you glanced away from Jungkook to Hoseok, smiling sweetly. “How would one ask out the person they have a crush on?”

You risked a glance at Jungkook and saw that his eyes were wider than when you had rested against the counter, and heard rather than saw Yoongi choke on a laugh.

Hoseok chuckled more openly, his cheeks tinging red as he rubbed the back of his neck with one hand and face palmed with the other before sighing and looking back at you.

“I don’t think he’s the best person to be asking Y/N.” Yoongi’s laughter had broken through and he choked out the statement, raising his hands in a ‘sorry’ gesture when Hoseok glared at him but not looking sorry at all.

“Hyung, can you please just drop it already?” Hoseok groaned, shaking his head in frustration and Yoongi shot him a gummy smile, shaking his own head in an obvious ‘no’.

“What am I missing here?” You asked, looking back and forth between the older two boys as Jungkook did the same, looking slightly less bewildered.

“Oh nothing, nothing at all. Just that our one and only Jung Hoseok, caught his girl with some of the most God awful pun/pick up line monstrosities.” Yoongi was basically cackling now and Hoseok looked like he either wanted to murder him or for the ground to open up and swallow him whole, he wasn’t picky, whichever would be easiest.

“You’re joking?” You raised an eyebrow incredulously and looked to Jungkook who just nodded his head and shrugged, his cheeks flushing slightly when you started giggling.

“Why do you ask though?” Hoseok asked, turning your attention back to him, to which you smiled and then quickly winked when Yoongi and Jungkook weren’t looking.

“My friend and I were just talking about it the other day so I was curious about a guy’s opinion, that and I knew you had been crushing on someone.” You grinned and turned back to Jungkook, straightening up from the counter. “I think I’ll switch it up for a change, I have a long day ahead of me. Can I please have a Vanilla Bean Latte with a shot of espresso? Oh and a brownie please Yoongi-ah?”

Jungkook nodded, a small, shy smile on his face as he keyed in your order and started making it, while Yoongi grabbed you your brownie and placed it in a small takeaway packet.

“Can I have a name for your order?” Jungkook asked out of habit, the marker paused in his hand, already done with your name.

“Can I give you my number instead?” You cheekily retorted and 3 things happened simultaneously.

Yoongi groaned and face palmed, mumbling, “Not another one.”

Hoseok burst into laughter, his body folding in half as he clapped and hooted, stumbling towards you for a high five.

And Jungkook… Jungkook knocked over the small glass milk pourer he’d put out for you to add to your Latte, eyes as wide as saucers with his mouth hanging open in a gasp as he flushed from the tips of his ears, all the way down his neck.

Giggling softly to yourself (because where the heck had that confidence come from?), you grabbed a spare drink sleeve and one of the pens on the counter, writing down your number. Then, capping the pen and putting it back, you picked up your drink, put on a lid and blew slightly before taking a sip and grinning.

You could feel your own cheeks starting to heat up when you slid the other drink sleeve over to Jungkook, and the longer he stared at you the warmer they got.

After a minute or two you ducked your head, letting your hair fall forward to partially hide your face and took the few steps over to Yoongi to grab your brownie, offering him a small smile to which he just wiggled his eyebrows.

That – doing the opposite of helping – made you duck your head even more and you took a sip of your Latte, hoping the caffeine would help.

“You’re a cu-tea, you know that Y/N?”

You choked on your coffee, your eyes widening for a change as you whipped your head to look at Jungkook who had suddenly spoken.

Jungkook, who was slowly freaking out inside because that is NOT what he had wanted to say, was still flushed and looked concerned about making you choke, like he wanted to come to you but you just waved him off.

Coughing a few times, you finally met his gaze again and neither one of you looked away, shy smiles curving both of your lips.

“I swear to God if I hear one more line I’m quitting.”

Jungkook would want to hit his hyung for ruining the moment, if you weren’t laughing so hard at the seriousness in Yoongi’s tone and the fake disgusted look on his face, so he left it instead to conclude that he was already well and truly whipped.

No pun intended…

Epic Rap Battles Of Tumblr

people who think bill cipher is a kinky sex god vs people who think blue diamond is a misunderstood woobie 


Originally posted by mysterytwinsask

Listen HONEY, I know you think they’re real cute! / But I’d rather see the diamonds underneath Bill’s boot. Those giant ladies aint got nothing on cipher / his sexy way of walking sets my heart on fire! 

 Go bawl your heart out, don’t even try. / Blue Diamond’s tears are running pretty dry! Her wimpy governing could never keep homeworld under wraps. / With chaos and a hard-on, Bill Cipher has her #SNATCHED.

 You know he’s hardcore, he doesn’t take prisoners! / Unlike that snivelling worm, and even I’M embarrassed by her! Her giant forehead has way too much room… / that’s what they blew their budget on this time, I presume!

 It’s really bad to bully tumblr minors. / So since I’m 29 let this be a reminder. Good job, you tried. Somehow you failed this easy test. / At least I don’t worship a neon mess who doesn’t know how to dress!

Originally posted by charlesoberonn

Haha, what a nice try. / You know I hate it when Blue Diamond cries! Her pout and cute smile means she’s totally redeemed! / What do you mean she runs a fascist regime? She really isn’t even all that problematic / Unlike a certain someone, whose dick you worship. 

He’s a tiny triangle. There’s really nothing there! / But my diamond has ass and tiddies to spare! She’s hella fleek with ALL her style and grace. / Your dorito husbando doesn’t even have a face! 

“An ugly neon mess who doesn’t know how to dress?” / Go off and deepthroat a cactus! Your hatred of her seems terfy and aphobic. / Do you hate mentally ill people? Of course you would you huge dick!

Your attempt was all right, but futile nonetheless. / Going after her looks was one of your missteps. Her soft heart and meaningful character arc / Will mean way way more than that demon who likes like a human fart!

Ur not punk until you can’t move within your house bc it’s filled with doc martins. Every room. The toilet is made of doc martins. You can’t eat anything bc your fridge is just a giant boot.

YOI x Bandai Acrylic Ballchains

Original Release Date:
February 2017

Featured Characters (6 Total):
Viktor, Makkachin, Yuuri, Yuri, JJ, Phichit

Select characters enjoying themselves (For the most part, at least) while chilling in giant skate boots! The Yuri in cat ears one has to be one of my all-time favorites so far, and of course, JJ still stays true to his signature pose even while constricted.


( Presenting a never before seen flashback all the way from the first week after Dean discovering Sam in Brothers Apart! )

There is a flash of boots coming straight at him, and Sam dives out of the way.

It is an instinctive, unthinking reaction to the sight of those massive leather structures that move under the control of the humans that share the world with people his size. “Borrowers,” Dean calls them, no matter how many times Sam argues against it.

He has only been traveling with his brother for two days and so is not adjusted to having a person so large around.

Sam hits the ground and rolls under the bed. It is an area that gives him more safety than the wide open area of the rest of the motel room. Dean doesn’t understand this yet, because he can’t see things the way Sam does.

He can’t see the way he towers over the entire room. He doesn’t understand the fear lurking in Sam that one of those massive hands will shoot towards the smaller hunter-in-training and trap him against his will.

It is these thoughts that Sam always has in mind. They plague him every day. After all, within the week Dean has grabbed him against his will not once, but twice.

The first time was no one’s fault. Dean hadn’t known it was Sam he was stalking in his motel room any more than Sam had known Dean was the human stalking him.

The second time was on purpose for Dean, but unexpected once more for Sam. It was a demonstration of why Sam couldn’t let his guard down, even with Dean.

It saddens him to think how dangerous his own older brother could be, just because of a curse that struck when they were children. They were so close back then.

Sometimes Sam wonders what would have happened to them if Dean had been struck by the curse as well. Or if the witch had chosen to strike at the older Winchester in the moment before their dad busted down the door.

The boots hesitate where they’d stopped. The weight on them shifts, and Sam sees a huge knee drop down from above to press into the ground.

Dean is kneeling.

It awes Sam to consider just how much power his older brother has grown into as an adult. And not just in comparison to Sam. The older Winchester goes head to head with monsters on a regular basis and always comes out on top. There are scars from these fights, scars that Sam can see better than anyone else, but still Dean lives to fight on.

Sam scrambles to his feet as kind green eyes dip down into view and Dean peers under the bed to look for him. Guilt covers the hunter’s face at the way his little brother has run from him.

Sam’s chest continues to heave from the brief scare when the green eyes land on him at last, and this makes Dean’s face soften even more. There aren’t many things that can break the stern facade that Dean Winchester keeps around him, but his little brother so afraid is one of them.

“Sammy,” he says, his voice a soft thunder of concern. “You know…” He has to pause and clear his throat. “I didn’t mean to scare you,” he switches track smoothly. “You know I can see you on the ground, right? I’m not about to step on my baby brother.

The desperate apology in those eyes surprises Sam. He never means to make Dean feel that way. It was simply a reaction, one that was instinctive when dealing with people that towered over his head and he was small enough to get pinned to the ground by a single finger.

Compared to a human, he is small and weak.

Sam wishes he can make Dean understand it isn’t his fault. It never will be. And so he tries.

First, he steps out from under cover. The safety of the bed is deceptive, anyway. The mattress can be lifted by a human like Dean without a problem. One of those hands can shoot out to grab him where he hides. More vulnerability for Sam.

Dean’s eyes track Sam’s movements, but he doesn’t make a move. It doesn’t help that whenever Dean moves, Sam flinches. Because of this, the hunter is already learning to restrain unnecessary movements.

The necessity saddens Sam.

His brother shouldn’t have to change who he is if he wants to be around his little brother without getting flinches or fear in return.

“I-I know you’re not,” Sam manages to get out as he stares up at Dean. The older hunter has flattened himself against the dusty rug so they can talk and his eyes are still above Sam’s head. Dean could put his chin against the ground and it would be the same.

Sam was too small.

“It’s just…” Sam waves his hand at the open area between the beds, trying to ignore how small it looks in comparison to his surroundings. For so long, he lived in the walls and with people his own size. Now, he is with Dean constantly, and reminded of his curse every single moment.

“You’re really big,” Sam finishes lamely, wishing he had the words.

Dean’s lips thin to a line, and Sam feels tension start to wind up his back. The sight of a giant with an intense glare like that on his face is not easy to take in at four inches in height. Dean doesn’t mean it, but his size gets in the way of an innocent look.

“Sam,” Dean said, “I know you have to be careful. I just want you to know… I won’t forget you’re here. You deserve to be able to live without being afraid all the time. I… I want to help.

This time, it is Sam’s face that softens. He takes another step out into the open, this time completely away from the cover of the bed. “I know you do.”

He rests his small arm on one of Dean’s massive hands and uses it to lean on. That huge hand could spring up at any time and coil completely around his body.

But it doesn’t, and it won’t, and Sam knows this.

“Just watch where you toss your dirty socks,” Sam snarks up at his brother, feeling the last of the tension sloughing off at the return of their normal banter. Moments like this were when he barely even felt the size difference, and it was good. “I don’t need the nightstand smelling like dirty feet all night.” He wrinkles his nose and is rewarded with a chuckle from Dean.

No matter how different, they will always be brothers.

Which is probably why Sam finds a dirty sock lurking outside of the nightstand the next morning.

“What I saw around me was surf, skate and valley girl culture, whereas all I wanted was to wear a giant sweater, tights and boots. My style is a reaction to being a California girl. I love Patti Smith and Katharine Hepburn. They had a freedom, wildness and didn’t care. That to me is much sexier than a tight dress where you can’t move.”

I’d probably describe using “they/them/their” as personal pronouns to be a lot like wearing tissue boxes for shoes. People do double takes when they notice what you have covering your feet. They say things like “you can’t use those for shoes,” or, “those are strictly meant to be tissue boxes; you must wear actual footwear!” Once they say this, they then display the two types of “footwear” available. There are the giant combat boots that are five sizes too big. They’re heavy and slip off your feet the second you take a step. Or, there are the tiny high heels that are five sizes too small. If you manage to squeeze them onto your feet, you constantly fall over from both lack of balance and the writhing pain in your toes. Those, the people claim, are the only two options of shoes that there are. You look at the boots and the heels, and then down at the tissue boxes on your feet. They’re flimsy, awkward, not very form fitting, and the rest of the world demands you take them off. But you think to yourself, “Hey, these boxes don’t hurt or slip off my feet. They may not be the most practical things to wear, or even the most appealing, but they certainly do their job better than either of those other shoes do.” So, despite the constant disapproval and bafflement of the public, you trot away in your tissue-box footwear and, while realizing they’re not “meant” to be shoes, rock them as such anyway.

Paul is such a nice person really, he loves taking showers under the Niagara falls, singing, stomping houses (eeeeer nope not willingly) and sleep.

He’s also rather cute xD That help a lot isn’t it ? No he’s really a very nice guy who like to help people. It’s easy and hard at the same time when you are a 189 feet tall lumberjack !