giant print

souls….don’t….die


I drew the Iron giant!!!  and of course I put so many plants with him! This movie is so so soo good!! and as soon as these deadlines are up I will be watching this movie! Can’t wait! 


I think I will be making prints of all these book and movie drawings!! Because I want some for myself ahahahah and of course I wanna give them to people! 

*now available as prints on my etsy! *
https://www.etsy.com/uk/listing/533688315/the-iron-giant-with-plants


anonymous asked:

Maybe 29 or 30!!

anon: 29!!

i took these two requests and merged them together! hope you both enjoy :-) 💝

29. “Come over here and make me.”

30. “You better watch yourself.”


Games with Harry are fun, Y/N will admit.

He’s ace at Scrabble, a great opponent at Monopoly and surprisingly incredible at Twister, considering he’s such a clumsy dolt (she credits his success to his lanky limbs).

But there is one game in particular that is Y/N’s favorite to play with Harry because she knows she always has a fighting chance of winning: their sex withdrawal game.

She doesn’t know if it’s necessarily a game– a bet is more like it. The rules are fairly simple: No sex for an agreed amount of time and the person that caves first has to do all of the dishes for a week. Kissing and canoodling is allowed, but they can’t touch each other anywhere between the legs. Breaking that guideline accounts for immediate forfeit. Plain and simple.

It’s Harry’s favorite game as well and ever since he got off on a small break from promo, a couple of weeks before the movie comes out, he’s been itching to get home to start a round of it with Y/N. With everything that has been happening in the past couple of months, they hadn’t done it in a while and he thinks it’s about time they go head-to-head once again (pun intended).

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Make Me Happy (Bucky Barnes x reader)

Bucky Soulmate AU: you have your soulmate’s handprint tattoed onto your body in the place where they first touch your skin. [~3800 words]

warning: language, also: fluff

Originally posted by enochianess

Growing up, Bucky had always kept his soulmark hidden. Not even Steve had seen it, which stung a little bit, knowing that Bucky wouldn’t even trust his best friend enough to show it. He had assumed that it was in a place which made Bucky uncomfortable, but still. It’s not like he would have laughed or teased him about it.

 The truth is that Bucky never had a soulmark.

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Spot ‘em all!:

Everything Is Catching On Fire

Fingertips (Banjo)

I Hear The Wind Blow

Hey Now Everybody

Who’s That Standing Out The Window?

I Found A New Friend Underneath My Pillow

Come On And Wreck My Car

Aren’t You The Guy Who Hit Me In The Eye?Please Pass The Milk

Leave Me Alone

Who’s Knocking On The Wall?

All Alone, All By Myself

What’s That Blue Thing Doing Here?

Something Grabbed Ahold Of My Hand

I Don’t Understand You

I Heard A Sound

Mysterious Whisper

The Day That Love Came To Play

I’m Having A Heart Attack

Fingertips (Whispered)

I Walk Along Darkened Corridors

anonymous asked:

SHINee at a thrift store?? :D

~shinee’s gonna pop some tags~

onew:

  • weirdly gravitating towards clothes that don’t even look like they’re from this century 
  • “they’re comfy ok what more do you want from clothes” 
  • finds a pair of (key: ugly) elastic pants (minho: i think my grandma has the same pair) 
  • snaps the waistband a few times
  • these are his now and he’s never taking them off
  • actually pays for them while wearing them 
  • he wears (minho’s) grandma’s clothes
  • he looks incredible 

jonghyun: 

  • has been in the dressing room for a while 
  • they know he’s still in there bc they can see his sneakers (taemin: hyung you good?? / jong: *mumbling something* / ot4: what
  • HE’S STUCK OK 
  • can’t even open the door bc his arms are incapacitated so a worker has to open it with a key 
  • the door swings open to reveal kim jonghyun, world-famous kpop singer, national heartthrob, owner of a lambo, mother of taemin, all sorts of tangled up in a sweater with his arms sticking out and his head somewhere swallowed in the fabric 
  • shinee: ………………. / jong: …….. you guys gonna help me or what 
  • everyone snapped a picture (minho: this is going to be my new contact photo for you ahaha what a dumbass) 
  • still BUYS the sweater (jong: it looked good when properly put on ok) 

key:

  • brought his own canvas bag 
  • “my body is ready, let us begin”
  • taemin’s pulling random shit off the hangers saying ooo~ try this giant flamingo-print shirt on
  • but he tied it so it looks good and that was not the reality taemin expected (jong: hey / taemin: you plagiarized my album)  
  • his pile of stuff he wants is v rapidly growing and he’s thinking of all the diy projects he could do 
  • actual sparkly eyes at all his new clothes and possibilities 
  • actively choosing not to question the members’ fashion choices too much bc his stress level will just go up, up, UP (hitchhiking baby)
  • is he just really good at finding good things or does just everything look good on him? (key: both. it’s both `▽´) 

minho:

  • buys another pair of track pants to add to his ever-growing collection (”i didn’t have a green one let me live”) 
  • “guys doesn’t this pullover remind you of our suits from dream girl era?” / ot4: haha yeah omg those suits
  • it’s a frankenstein’s monster of patterns and he loves it a lot 
  • he just kept on holding it the entire time they were there, very fiercely defending its honor from taemin’s general assholery (taemin: it’s ugly / minho: your face is ugly)
  • unironically wears it everywhere
  • it makes him easy to spot in a crowd tho 
  • might as well be wearing a neon sign 
  • choi minho, rising fashionista or fashion terrorist? 

taemin:

  • isn’t really his scene but since he’s here might as well have some fun~
  • every time he talks to a member he’s wearing a different floppy hat but they’re not commenting on it 
  • TvT notice me senpais
  • pulling the most ridiculous things he could find and posing and strutting like he’s on a runway
  • walk, walk, POSE (ot4: *clap clap* / taemin: oh thank you thank you) 
  • sweg 
  • has been steered away from the shoes section bc nope, not today  
  • he’s actually growing kind of attached to this zebra-print jean jacket 
  • he??? bought it??? 
  • @ himself: when are you ever going to wear this / taemin: shrug emoji 
  • found a dope bucket hat
  • minho your sweater is still stupid 
Can I...? (Ten x Reader)

Rating: PG

(A/N) Hey everyone! This one goes out to the light of my life @succaphon, who deserves far more than my lame excuse for some Ten fluff. She’s the Dark Mistress of Prompts and blessed me with one to bring to life. I hope you love this one Tsh, because it’s all for you baby ;) I hope you and everyone else absolutely explode from feels because that is my goal and what I strive for every day. #MAKETSHLOYAL2K16

Originally posted by tenace

You told yourself at least fifty times this morning while agonizing over what to wear, don’t wear a skirt, yet here you were. Freezing, even with tights, goosebumps making a permanent home all over your thighs as you trudged away from your single room apartment towards school.

It was late October and autumn was in full swing. The vibrant red and russets, fiery oranges, and subdued yellows were breathtaking, but they did nothing to curb your anxiety as you walked along. You adjusted your giant tartan print scarf, pushing it up your face to cover your nose and the fact you were chewing on your bottom lip nervously. You had decided to take the long way to school, even while wearing a skirt, because you still didn’t know how you were going to do it, or even if you were going to do it at all.

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anonymous asked:

tmi tuesday if you or Sunset could invite a third person into the bedroom hypothetically who would it be?

(Hypothetically, of course. Sunset doesn’t actually own a giant print of Adagio, that would be weird)

zehvintagetimetable  asked:

Keyword: Cooking pleeeeeaaaassseee???

Yay for cooking!

Keyword Requests:

  • As stated before, Victor can’t cook to save his life. Yuuri has tried to teach him, but ultimately, Victor doesn’t really care enough to put the effort in and learn. Also he has no talent for it whatsoever. 
  • Yuuri was never a particularly great cook. He often helped Mari and his parents when he was younger and the inn was especially busy, so he picked up the basic pretty quickly and was apt enough at applying them. 
  • He never cooked often in America when he was studying (his school was catered and he had a strict diet as a skater), and when he was in Japan his family cooked for him. Yuuri only started to cook regularly after moving in with Victor. 
  • Breakfast on days they have to get out is always simple stuff: fruit, toast, cereal maybe. But Yuuri will cook a full Japanese breakfast whenever he can, and cook Victor a more Western breakfast in bed on special occasions. 
  • Yuuri makes lunch for everyone at the home rink, but Victor is capable of sandwiches and salads and the like for days that they’re home together. 
  • Sometimes Yuuri will just prepare dinner automatically, but most days they actually really enjoy to cook it together. Victor may be a terrible cook, but he’s great to have around to help with preparing and cleaning up as they go. They’re really good at working as a team, and Victor always seems to know just what Yuuri needs him to do without being asked. 
  • Yuuri’s speciality are omelettes (omurice or spanish omelette mostly), and great for when he’s being careful with his diet before competitions, so they’re a staple in the house. 
  • The thing Victor likes actually trying to cook most is cakes and biscuits. He will often ask Yuuri if they can spend a day baking, and it usually ends up a huge mess with lots of laughing and flour-covered cuddles and having to give Makkachin a bath because how did cake batter get on his belly? The goods can turn out great or terrible.
  • Yuuri has since acquired a collection of aprons, though he doesn’t know how. His favourite one is a simple blue one with a delicate snowflake design that Yurio bought him for Christmas. His least favourite one is the one Victor got him for Christmas that is just a giant print out of Victor’s face… He’ll still wear it, and he admits it’s kind of cute.
The engagement(part2) Lokixreader

Summary: the reader finds out Lokis nefarious scheme and spends the first day in Asgard.
Warnings: swearing

This is a part two so you’ll probably want to read part one to understand the story! Part one is also on my blog.

“Well. Not married. Engaged.” Loki said calmly, watching you carefully.

You stared at him, took the ring off, and threw it at him. “I don’t want to be engaged to you, you creep! You break out of your prison, kidnap me, and, and, I don’t know, you couldn’t have even asked me? You just threw the ring on while I was sleeping?!” You screamed at him.

“Wait, please! It’s not a real engagement, it’s just so you can stay in the palace.” He explained and rubbed his arm where you threw the ring at him. You weren’t sure if his explanation made you feel better or worse. So he didn’t want to get married then? Rude.

You stared at him. “So like. What now. I mean. I think I’m having a stroke,” you moaned and collapsed back on the bed.

Loki looked down at you with a smile on his face. He was glad you weren’t too upset. “My lady. Will you do me the honors of being fake engaged to you.” He held out the ring to you.

You scowled at him. “Do I really have a choice?”

He smirked devilishly. “You’ll have to leave Asgard if you say no. Besides, it’s only for a week, and unfortunately you won’t be burdened with me the whole time. I have some princely duties I must attend to. ” Loki turned his gaze to the window.
Well, that wasn’t ominous or anything.
“Fine, give me the stupid ring back.” You mumbled and reached out to grab it.

Loki instead grabbed your hand and slid the ring on your finger smoothly. “"That wasn’t so painful, was it?”

You muttered an incoherent thought. Hopefully Thor would never found out about this engagement. Fake or not, you’d probably get thrown out of Stark towers for consorting with the enemy.

“We should probably head to breakfast. We’re already late,” Loki suggested. He was still holding your hand.

Late?! You couldn’t be late to meet your fake in laws! How embarrassing! Loki let go of your hand and walked over to his wardrobe, picked out a white shirt and slipped it on. He caught you watching and winked. “Don’t worry. We’ll figure something out about your clothes eventually. For now you can wear what you’ve got on. I’m sure that’s what you were thinking about, right?”

You looked down, embarrassed. You had on your pajamas from the night before.

“You sure nobody will mind my clothes?” Your shirt had a giant cartoon character printed on it.

Loki shrugged. “Nobody important, anyway.”
-

It was halfway through breakfast. It had been painfully awkward. Odin refused to speak and he appeared to be a bit hung over. He was apparently upset Loki had decided to fake marry you, a mere mortal or whatever.

Frigga was trying to make small talk, and you tried your best to answer all her questions, but some of them you didn’t even know the answer to. She asked you if you had ever seen an Asgardian animal before, (which you replied no to) but then she went on to list 50 animals with confusing names just to make 100% sure you hadn’t seen it. Then Loki decided to butt in and tell her to stop bothering you, which made everything a thousand times more awkward, and led to the crippling silence that you were now sitting in.

“I hope it doesn’t bother you that I’ve decided to arrange a gala to celebrate your engagement.” Frigga said coolly, clearly still upset about Loki’s comment.

Your eyes went wide and you whipped your head to look at her. “A gala? Like a party type gala!?”

She smiled and nodded while Loki just rolled his eyes and made a face at you.

Odin finally decided it would be an appropriate time to contribute to the conversation. “Frigga! Why are you entertaining the thought of these two getting married. It’s upsetting! It will cause an uprising amongst the people! A Midgardian princess, reining over Asgard?”

You bit your lip. Even though you and Loki weren’t really engaged it really fucking hurt that he would say that! No wonder Loki was always trying to take over other worlds, you thought. I wouldn’t want to be stuck with that old fart either. Although, you did like being called a princess.

Loki simply threw his fork down, got up, and stomped away from the table. You stared after them, then looked back at your other dining companions, then after Loki again. “Um. I’ll go, uh, talk to him.” You said nervously.

Frigga and Odin stayed silent. You got up from the table, and jogged after Loki, who was now pensively looking out a window in the hallway. You could hear Odin and Frigga begin to quarrel back in the dining room.

“Maybe this wasn’t my best idea. I do not want to ruin your time here by having my father resent you.” Loki said without looking away from the window.

You tried to think of what to say. What would you want to hear if you were in his situation? “I’m having a good time so far. Let’s, like, go do something fun. Let’s go see some of those animals Frigga was talking about! And that gala thing, that sounds like it’ll be fun.”

Loki turned to you. His eyes were a bit more hopeful than before. “You’re always good at cheering me up.”

You shrugged. “I know!”

-
That afternoon, you two went out to the palace gardens where many of the Asgardian animals were allowed to roam free. Loki explained how many were quite exotic and had been brought from other parts of Asgard. His favorite was the Pegasus, and he asked you if you wanted to try riding the horse bird hybrid. You were a bit nervous about it, so you turned him down, but offered to go another time.


In the evening, you had your first fitting. Loki left to go to some “princely duties” as he put it, but left you with a chaste kiss on your forehead for all the maids to see. The maids brought in hundreds of dresses, patterns, and fabrics, and you got to pick whatever you wanted to have made. It was a bit weird having maids, so you tried your best to be friendly towards them. The fitting lasted way longer than you thought it did. It ended up lasting for about four hours, at the end of which, Loki knocked on the door and came in. A maid bustled about, picking up scraps of fabric that had fallen to the floor.

“Loki, that was amazing!” You ran over to him. “I picked out, like, five dresses, and they’re totally awesome!! I’ve never been able to do something like that before, thank you!” You grinned. You wanted to throw your arms around him, but felt like maybe it was a bit inappropriate. Being fake engaged didn’t mean that Loki actually loved you or anything, right?

“I’m glad you enjoyed it so much! But remember,” Loki leaned in closer to you. “You are almost technically a princess around here. You can get whatever you want, whenever you want it. Take advantage of it, my dear.”

You felt your face heating up and you blinked. Okay. He was probably just talking about more dresses, right? You were reminded of the fact that you only had on a short nightgown, courtesy of the maids.

“Anyways. I am simply exhausted from all my prince work today. I must get some rest, although it’s alright if you’d like to stay up and explore the palace some more. I just ask that you don’t go any farther than the gardens though, I wouldn’t want you to get lost.” Loki sighed and removed his cloak. He walked past you, sat on the bed and started taking off his boots.

You went and sat next to him. “What exactly are your prince duties?” You were genuinely curious.

Loki had the puzzled look on his face. “It’s very boring stuff,” he said. “But I suppose I can tell you.” He tossed his boots over to the door.

“I wanna hear about it! I came here for the Asgard experience! Tell me about the princely duties!” Man, you were getting tired of saying princely duties.

Loki sighed dramatically. “If you insist..” He leaned back on the bed and swung his feet up into your lap. “It would be nice if you could rub my feet..” He looked at you out of the corner of his eye.

“Ew! I’m not rubbing your feet, they’re gross.” You protested, threw his feet off you, and crawled up into the bed so you were laying on your stomach,waiting for Loki to tell his story.

Loki complained. “My feet aren’t gross.”

You rolled your eyes.“Shut up and tell me about your princely duties.”

Loki put his hands behind his head. “Hmm. Let’s see. Mostly, the people of Asgard will come to me with a problem and have me come up with a solution. I don’t know why seeing as I’m the god of mischief and general tomfoolery, but..” He continued talking. In reality, he was cleaning out horse stables as one of the many punishments Odin had given him for the escapade in New York. He didn’t want to tell you that and ruin your expectations of Asgardian royalty life, so he came up with a ridiculous story about some peasants fighting over bread. It didn’t seem to entertain you that much, since you fell asleep in the middle of it.

Loki gently pulled a blanket over you. “Goodnight, lady (y/n). Tomorrow will be a better day, I promise.”

2

“Because you’re my friend.”


Note: If anyone else can do a better job (of editing this to where it’s a full body side profile), I honestly encourage it. Please message me the final product if you do! I needed them to have 12″ x 36″ dimensions b/c I intend to get giant poster-size prints—which is why they have been extended out.