goofballs man

Oso and Kara pulling pranks on their brothers and giggling like children as they run away.

Oso and Kara sneaking food at gatherings and hiding under the table to eat it without getting caught.

Kara failing to hold his breath to stop himself from sniggering at the bad/dirty jokes Oso is muttering to him while Choro’s lecturing everyone.

Oso and Kara play wrestling in the background while everyone else is having a conversation.

Oso walking around in Kara’s short jorts and cowboy boots because “he was curious about what it felt like”.

Oso balancing Kara on his shoulders to reach high up goodies and stashes they share between them.

Oso getting tired of walking and Kara dragging him along by the wrists like a toddler that refuses to stand up.

Oso crawling all over Kara and demanding to be comforted because he lost at Pachinko.

Oso and Kara racing downstairs and fighting each other for their food shares every morning.

Oso and Kara standing out on the balcony at night to smoke and making countless pacts to promise to quit.

Kara borrowing Oso’s hoodie etc. when Ichi/’s cats tear up his clothes.

Oso and Kara always somehow ending up next to each other/lumped together when everyone moves around in their sleep.

Kara making Oso laugh so hard he starts crying.

Oso and Kara getting up to check the room for ghosts and monsters because Totty heard a noise.

Oso and Kara having random conversations at night in the futon to keep themselves awake because Totty got scared and wanted them to keep watch.

Kara showing Oso some clothes from his magazine and Oso giving his honest opinions + “does it come in red?”

Oso purposely trying to ignore Kara but erupting into laughter when he leans over and whispers Oso’s favourite rude joke in his cool guy voice.

Oso catches the big spiders, Kara the little ones.

Oso and Kara taking turns carrying each other home from Chibita’s.

Oso and Kara passionately discussing extremely unrealistic ideas for starting up a family business to earn money.

Oso and Kara always playing the DDR machine whenever they go to arcades.

Before actually drawing anything specific with new characters I always do some sort of sketch/doodle page with them. Usually just getting basic details down that I find necessary for the character then whatever else.

This is the page I did for Hanzo and McCree ( > ಥ wಥ)>

anonymous asked:

You guys MUST give us more details about the proposal(s) - How Stiles proposed and how Derek was planning to propose. Please and thank you <3

“Son, you need to calm down.”

Stiles paused in his pacing to spin on his heel, arms flailing, and fixed his father with a wide-eyed stare.

“Calm down?” His voice hitched, “Calm down? You told me he’s going to propose, dad. That’s- that’s huge.”

John raised one hand in a sort of placating gesture, “Now, I never said-”

“You implied it,” Stiles was vaguely aware that his hands were shaking as he dialled Derek’s number, for the third time in the span of a minute. A frustrated noise died in his throat when it went straight to voicemail, again.

“Stiles, I don’t get why you’re making such a big deal out of this,” John stabbed another piece of lettuce with his plastic fork, and pulled a face as if it had personally offended him. “This tastes like nothing.”

“Eat your goddamn salad,” Stiles muttered, eyes fixed on his screen as he typed out a string of texts. Badly punctuated, slightly hysterical texts.

“Not until you sit down and tell me what the issue is, here,” John tilted his head meaningfully towards the chair across from him, “I don’t want you having a panic attack.”

Stiles slumped into the seat, reluctant, and bit at his thumb. He narrowed his eyes at his left knee, which kept bobbing up and down as his leg twitched.

“What’s the problem, Stiles?”

I was the one who was supposed to propose first, okay?” the words left his mouth faster than he could think of them, a little louder than he’d intended. At his father’s questioning look, he took a deep breath and continued, “In theory. I mean, I didn’t see it happening for another year or two.”

“So you think it’s too soon.”

“Not necessarily, no- it’s just…” Stiles exhaled heavily, ran unsteady fingers through his hair, “maybe. Maybe it is. That’s the problem- I’m not sure. Do you really think we’re ready for this?”

“I know that you and Derek love each other,” the Sheriff’s brow was furrowed, “There isn’t any doubt there, right?”

“None at all,” Stiles said- immediately, reflexively. “It’s just that…God, I don’t know.” he groaned and dropped his head into his hands.

“Didn’t you have any doubts before you proposed to mom?” he asked quietly, through his fingers.

“Of course I did,” his dad’s response was soft, “How could I not? She was an amazing woman and I still wasn’t entirely convinced I deserved her. But…” Stiles lifted his head in time to see his dad shrug. “It’s normal to have doubts, son.”

The sound that escaped Stiles was helpless: “Derek’s not perfect, but neither am I. I’m kind of obnoxious and I talk too much and–  and at the end of the day, I’m just kinda an anxious mess, dad. I still have the nightmares, like, weekly. Should anyone really have to put up with that?

“And- and Derek has his own issues, but at the end of the day I’ve actually seen that he’s the sweetest goofball of a man and I love him so much and he’s probably got some huge romantic gesture planned that I could never top but, goddammit, I really wanted to propose to him first-”

“I’m going to stop you there,” his dad levelled him with a look, “Just tell him, Stiles.”

“What- tell him what?” Stiles muttered to his knees.

“Everything you just told me.”

“But I-”

“Go to him, tell him these things, and- goddammit, Stiles- just propose to him, if you want to propose.”

“I. I don’t have a ring, though-”

Go.” His father jabbed a finger towards the door.

Stiles shot up from his chair and was out of the office within the minute.

John dumped his salad in the trash.


The front porch of the Hale house made one hell of a noise when you walked on it- Stiles knew this, because he was physically incapable of walking around quietly (unlike certain werewolves that he knew). Currently, it was kicking up one hell of a protest as he stomped towards the front door, floorboards whining under his sneakers; not that he cared, not that he really registered the sound over the rushing in his ears. His heart was in his throat and his mind was running a mile a minute and he needed to remind himself to breathe.

Stiles took a shuddery breath and flung the door open. It hit the inside wall with a bang.

I was going to propose first, asshole!”

Okay, maybe not the best way he could have phrased that. He’d have to try again.

Derek, who seemed to be in the middle of assembling some kind of furniture, fumbled and dropped the screwdriver in his hands (goddammit, Derek never fumbled, what the hell). He turned to face Stiles; his ridiculous puppy eyes were wide and his eyebrows were doing the thing.

“Stiles, what-”

“You know what.” Stiles stalked across the room, gripped the front of Derek’s henley with his fists. “You were going to propose tomorrow, weren’t you?”

“I-” Derek looked crestfallen, suddenly, eyes shifting to the side as he said, “I’m sorry? I-”

“No, shut up and listen to me,” Stiles’ voice was low, intense, as he leaned closer and made Derek look him in the eye.

“I love you so much, Derek. So freaking much it scares me.” He loosened his grip a fraction, smoothed down the wrinkles in Derek’s shirt with one hand, “I love how you have this sense of humour that you only really share with me. I love the little crinkles around your eyes when you smile. I actually kind of love when you’re grumpy, too.

“I like it when you don’t shave and you get stubble burn all over me. I like that you’re actually, like, friends with my dad,” Stiles laughed, “I. I still have no idea how that happened, actually.”

Derek grabbed onto the hand that Stiles kept running down his shirt, lacing their fingers together,“Stiles–”

“No, I’m not done. So, yeah, sometimes we have our differences, like when you argue that a bald cupcake most definitely is a muffin-”
“But it is-”

“Shut up, it’s not.” He pressed his fingers to Derek’s lips, and Derek’s eyebrows shot up. “I’m trying to tell you that I love our differences. I love that we can argue and it can still be fun.”

Derek’s lips twitched, like he was fighting a smile.

Stiles lowered his eyes and went on,  “And…and I love that you’ll wake me up from my nightmares, help me count my fingers and calm down- and I just. I–” he shook his head, “I’m being cheesy, now, or whatever, I know– but you probably had something three times as romantic as this planned, so.”

Derek stared at him for a minute, gaze soft. He pressed a kiss to Stiles’ fingers, and Stiles lowered his hand.

“May I speak now?” Derek murmured.

“Just,” Stiles threw his hands up, “Will you marry me or not, you dork?”

Derek swept him- literally swept him into his arms, his feet left the floor- into what could only be described as a bruising kiss. Stiles made a soft, desperate noise and clutched at Derek’s shoulders, raised one hand and slid it along Derek’s jaw. Derek bit at his lower lip, licked into his mouth, and Stiles groaned and arched into him, seeking the warmth, craving the intensity. Gradually, the kiss slowed- became something softer, sweeter. Stiles pulled back reluctantly to take a breath, and Derek mouthed at his jaw.

“That’s a yes, right?” Stiles asked, on an exhale.

Derek buried his face in Stiles’ neck and laughed.

“You’re ridiculous,” Derek’s lips moved against his throat- soft, familiar. “Of course I’ll marry you.”

Stiles grinned so hard it hurt, and ran his fingers through Derek’s hair, “Good. Wanna put me down, now?”

“Nah,” Derek nipped at him playfully, “Think I wanna carry you upstairs.”

“Oh, good idea, yes. The best idea.” He hit at Derek’s shoulder, “Go, what are you waiting for.”

It didn’t take them very long to get to the bedroom.

((hope this was okay, anon <3))

was havin a think abt how in fandom u really almost never see traits like elegant/beautiful/etc assigned to fatter iterations of characters like usually in ovw its hanzo that always gets desc’d as beautiful deadly elegant and i sort of get it bc mccrees like… rugged goofball man aes and all but whatever shoutout to my big boys n reminder that those words and aesthetics are just as much yours as they are anyone else’s and if ppl tell u otherwise i can and will send those people several hundred wasps

Reasons why Adam Young must be protected at all costs.

-He makes the best music in the world
-He does awkward/adorable little dances
-He plays barefoot on stage
-He records trampoline springs because it sounds cool
-He has an entire case full of things just to record the wind
-He’s the biggest goofball on earth
-He records his own scream just to play with it on his synthesizer
-He tweets about cheese
-His smile
-His school stories

What a Tease Part 3

1st gif source: X

2nd gif belongs to Bonniebird (gif source: X )

John x Reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4 | Part 5 

Prompt: You tease John while he is in a meeting.

A/N: I accidentally posted this to my main blog (oops!) so i had to redo the entire post (double oops!). But if you’re reading this it’s finally up so yay! Part two did so well, so I decided to release this earlier than I originally was going to. (Two days after Part 2 instead of a week later!) I’m currently writing part four but based on how long I think part four would be if I tried to end it while including all I want in it I think there will also be a part five but that will most likely be the last part unless I get a lot of people asking for more parts. I have a few ideas for new fics floating around so i might make a vote based thing soon just to give me an idea of what you all would like to see. Okay I’m done rambling. Enjoy and leave me feedback!


John shut the door and stood over leaning against the wall with a still perfect view of you through all of the windows that showed the view of the inside of the betting office. 

“You finally decided to join us, John.” Tommy stated flatly, while taking the longest drag of his cigarette John had ever seen. John just nodded thinking it better to not take a swing at the beehive knowing he would just get stung. His brother seemed upset and he would usually be worried about that but he couldn’t stop thinking about the way you looked up at him. Or the somewhat reserved yet devilish smile you always had while speaking to him. You were untamed yet very held back. Reckless but reserved. Strong but dainty. You were a living contradiction and he loved every ounce of it. 

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anonymous asked:

Oohhh may I get Rome headcanons for my soul? Both SFW and NSFW?

SFW: 

-childish man, dorky goofball with too much power and not enough time to fuck around.

-Likes conquering stuff,  If he desires you, he will have you

-comes from a time when it wasn’t uncommon to kidnap your love interest, so he will probably kidnap you shortly after he develops a crush 

-very influential, good luck denying him when he can execute your entire family.

-probably will make you his servant if you are a commoner (he’ll still treat you kindly, but having a public relationship with you would be unseemly. You will become his lover/concubine) 

-arranged marriage? arranged marriage. (If you are a person of status.)

NSFW:

-Commisions statues of you in your birthday suit. (Then kills the artist. Only he can see you like that)

-goofball but a beast in bed

-call him daddy 

-likes chaining you to something and pounding you into the bed

anonymous asked:

Yuuri in love is a blessing and the second purest thing I know (1st is Viktor happy). I bet once the storm is over, they go public etc, Viktor spends 75% of his social media activity spamming and shitposting about his precious bf (average human's smile can relieve mild pain is a statistical error. Yuuri Katsuki, whose smile can cure cancer is perfection personified and should not be counted). Phichit sometimes joins, too. It makes Yuuri soo embarrassed, but he loves this goofball of a man, so <3

The entirety of Viktor’s social media would be converted into the ‘Yuuri Katsuki appreciation page!

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Juice @dolphingoddess81

@thegoodthebadandtheempty

8) The floor is lava

13) Get outta the way before I murder you.

17) Build a bridge

26) I’m stuck! Help me!

25) Aren’t You supposed to be the adult?

59) ….or we could make out…

Reader’s POV

I was watching cartoons on the couch in the living room when suddenly Juice jumps on top of me. I giggled and looked up at my goofball of an old man.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

The floor is lava!” He exclaimed. I laughed at him.

“Oh no! How will we ever get to our room!?” I giggled.

“Hmmmm…” Juice pretends to think and sits up on me and grabs the pillow behind him and throws it on the ground. “We use the rocks!”  

“Good idea.” I said as he gets off me and steps on the pillow.  We threw down pillows randomly and made our way to our bedroom. I was standing on the coffee table as Juice was taking the cushions off the couch.“Hold on!”

“What?” He looked at me.

“We should build a bridge from here to the kitchen counter then pick up our rocks and put them down the hallway.” I said.

“How do we build a bridge?” He asked.

“Move the couch so it’s facing that way, duh!” I said pointing towards the counter. “Aren’t you supposed to be the adult?”  Juice just chuckled and moved the couch while stepping on pillows around it. He then jumped up and grabbed the other pillows and cushions. When he moved the couch, he moved it so it was almost to the point of me doing the splits to get to it.

“Aren’t you coming over?” He asked in confusion.

I’m stuck! Help me!” I held my arms out to him and he smiled. He came over grabbed my waist and pulled me over to him.

“Better?” He asked.

“Better! Now get outta the way before I murder you!” I giggled as I pushed past him and ran down the couch. He ran after me and caught me around the waist as soon as I made it to the counter which had me falling on it and him toppling over on me. We both giggled as we looked at each other. “Come on we have to get to our room.”

…. or we could make out…” Juice suggested with a smirk. He pushed me further on the counter and straddled me. I smiled and wrapped my legs around him.

“Mmm another good idea.” I smirked and kissed him.


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[My Newest Tattoo]

Who would have thought tattooing the inside of your fingers would hurt?  My mentor decided that since I didn’t think 3RL needles hurt, I needed to experience a 1Liner needle…my dumb ass chose the inside of my finger to test it on (I have plans for the free spaces on the outside of my fingers, and fingers are my favorite place for tiny tattoos).  I wussed out and switched to the 3RL(which still hurt like a sonofabitch on the inside of the finger), so now he gets to laugh at me.  Fucker <3

That said, I got two adorable tattoos out of the experience, so I won’t complain.

But yeah, placement kiddos.  Smaller needles hurt worse than larger groupings, and some areas are just naturally more sensitive than others; but it’s bearable. (I mean hell, my mentor tattooed his own dick for fucks sake...PS please don’t tattoo your own dick, he’s a professional with around a decade of experience under his belt)

[EQUIPMENT]
Needles: Pre-sterilized, single use, blister-pack 3Round-Liner and 7Round-Shader Tattoo Needles
Ink: Pre-sterilized Kokkai Sumi
Misc: Paper Towels, 91% Isopropyl Alcohol, disposable ink cups, Dial Gold Soap
Care: Dial Gold Soap, Tattoo Goo