he also never wears a shirt

its time to talk about overwatch beach day

so i know this has been talked about but like. i had some stupid ideas.

-Reinhardt definitely wears a speedo. he doesn’t give a shit. 

-Genji wears a shirt to the beach, and no one knows why. He says he’s embarrassed about showing his chest but ?????? he has no pants. also he never wears clothes?

-Reaper is the same except booty shorts.

-76 is dressed like a dad. Hawaiian shirt and khaki shorts, and a visor. 

-Zarya finds a bathing suit that shows off ALL of her muscles.

-Mei wears those adorable 50s esque two pieces that are all frilly and polka dotted.

-McCree wears like normal swimming shorts but he still wears his hats and cowboy boots. it’s so stupid. 

-Ana wears a bikini because she’s got a hot mom bod and WILL show it off.

-Pharah can’t swim. She wears water wings with no shame, she’s got the inner tube and everything. 

-Tracer can’t go into the water because of her chronal accelerator, so she makes up for it with super adorable bikini’s. She gets sunburned hardcore. goggles tan.

-Widowmaker won’t go into the water, she just tans even though her skin won’t change. 

-Zenyatta just floats over the water. he’s having he time of his life. 

-Hanzo just sits in the shade, he doesn’t like to swim. but he’ll finally reveal his elusive second tiddy. He wears shorts but no shirt. lots and lots of sunscreen.

-Symmetra makes the most beautiful, intricate and amazing sandcastles. 

-Junkrat is the asshole who kicks them but then feels bad later and helps her make a new one.

-Roadhog floats on his back. all day. when he comes out, he’s clean, so he makes sure to roll around in the sand so has another reason to go back into the water. even though he still has his mask, he wears little goggles over top of the mask.

-D.va has a water gun, and she won’t stop spraying everything. Hanzo yells at her a lot because he doesn’t want to get wet but she doesn’t give a shit. She also has a super cute bikini with her logo on it, because why wouldn’t she?

-Mercy is the beach mom. She brings the snacks and 5 bottles of sunscreen. She also brought 3 giant umbrellas. She wears one of those comically large floppy sunhats, and have a very cute one piece bathing suit. 

-Torbjorn competes with Symmetra to make better sandcastles. It’s not a direct competition, but he just tries to one-up her the whole time. 

-Lucio obviously supplies the music, bringing a boombox to listen to his own music. He joins D.va with the water gun shenanigans. 

-Winston floats in the water with Roadhog. he has tiny goggles.

-Bastion can’t go in the water, so he sits under the umbrellas. He has a little sunhat that Mercy got for him and he loves it. He beeps along to the music, and beeps happily all day.

Sodapop Headcanons

Holy cow my other one of these got a lot of notes wtf okay. Well I made those really late at night when I couldn’t sleep and now it’s also really late at night and I can’t sleep so,,, Take these please

- Wears clothes that are a few sizes too big for him to bed

- most of the time it’s old shirts Darry can’t wear anymore because they have holes or stains

- Also wears super fuzzy socks almost all the time but mostly in winter


- Has one of those really cheesy notebooks with horses all over them. He almost never writes in it, he just got it for the cover.

- After Darry and Ponyboy got their shit together with each other, anytime after that he saw Darry chewing Pony out for something really dumb, he would hit him over the head with a newspaper.

- Or any other nonlethal weapon he could find.

- He doesn’t just rub Darry’s back when he pulls a muscle, oh no- he rubs e v e r y o n e ’ s back.

- Steve is always hunching over to fix cars and making his back sore, so Soda has to often fix that.

- For Johnny it’s nice and soothing shoulder rubs or smooth, calming back rubs whenever he’s really upset or needs to calm down.


- So Soda’ll rub his shoulders or something behind the couch when Dally’s there.

- But only when no one is around because he thinks it’s embarrassing.

- Whenever Ponyboy is laying on his stomach looking all peaceful Soda will do those really aggressive karate-chop massages to scare him awake.

- Not too hard tho just hard enough to scare the shit out of them.

- Two-Bit let’s him give him a back rubs sometimes, and he makes it seem like he’s just doing it for the funnies but he’s actually enjoying himself and it helps him relax.

- He has Golden Massage Powers™

- And remember when Pony said Soda can put anyone asleep when he sets his mind do it?
- He CAN and WILL.

- He hums a lot too.

- He’s not real good at it, but he isn’t bad at it, and sometimes can hit a really nice note, but just does it for fun.

- Will pet every dog/cat he sees walking down the street.

Russel is the prettiest member of Gorillaz.

Who wants to hear my Gorillaz fashion headcanons? ‘Cause I’m gonna share them. [You can remove the headcanons when you reblog if you want.]

Russel has the most refined tastes, especially as he gets older. He appreciates good quality construction and fabrics, and classic silhouettes and styles. Deep jewel tones, dark navy and black suits. Of course, he never forgets his hip-hop roots and will still wear the baggy pants and ringer tees as he pleases. It just depends in his mood and the situation.

Noodle is high-fashion and street fashion with a dash of punk. Fashion is just another form of art after all, and “fuck flattering” is definitely a guiding rule when she gets dressed in the mornings. She basically never wears dresses or skirts without pants or leggings for ease-of-movement reasons. She also never wears heels for the same reason. Likes to see how many different ways she can wear an article of clothing, like wearing a t-shirt as a skirt. She once put together an outfit that was nothing but scarves tied and tucked in various ways and looked fab as fuck.

2D was a total slogan-tee and jeans kinda dude for years, but has recently gotten into festival, hippie wear. He wears a lot of cut-off jeans with patches, flowing tank tops, and a lot of flower accessories. Really enjoying chokers as well. Getting into wearing more pink, since it goes well with his hair.

Murdoc is a gross old man who wears the same thing every day (black shirt of some kind and jeans) or nothing at all. Let’s be real with ourselves. But his biggest secret is that he’s been stealing some of Noodle’s oversized shirts to wear sometimes. Tell no one!

Tired of Vanilla*

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also, it’s 4:30am// cut me some slack on the grammar.
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“Someone’s in an odd mood.”

Harry’s raspy voice piped from the sofa where he lounged with his bare legs outstretched in front of him, phone in hand, simply relaxing on this Sunday evening in boxers and an old Rolling Stones t-shirt that you had pleaded to wear but he never allowed. You were on the opposite couch of his living room, staring blankly at T.V. that was playing some old rerun of Jeopardy. Your head rest sideways on the headrest, back to him, eyebrows furrowed as if you were angry but after a long session of searching through his brain, Harry came to the conclusion that he hadn’t done anything to anger you.

You merely hummed a low noice back in acknowledgment at this statement, eyes trained on the vibrant screen. “Is it me?”

“Yes,” Harry mused, placing his phone down, now toying with his fingers. “Something on yer mind babe?”

You shook your head absentmindedly, a weak attempt to reassure him that you were alright and to leave you alone. Only he didn’t. Harry knew from the hard line your mouth was in and slightly narrowed eyes that you were thinking. From the looks of the lack of attention you were providing him, he decided you were very much occupied in your thoughts.

“Not really,” you muttered.

He nodded slowly, wondering if he should just let the issue drop. “Yeh do look pretty tired, pet. Want to take a nap?”

You finally glanced back at him and shook your head again. “No Harry, I’m alright. Barely did anything all day.”

He couldn’t argue with that so he simply remained quiet, patiently waiting until you spoke again.

Only you didn’t. Once the episode ended, and the guy in the ridiculously tight maroon suit with fairly large glasses won the prize money, you shut the TV without asking Harry if still wanted to watch, and stood up. You stretched your legs and cracked a couple of your tight joints, shooting a small smile in Harry’s direction.

“’M gonna order something to eat. Want anything particular?”

He pondered for a moment before shrugging, grasping his phone in his long fingers again, unlocking it swiftly. “Whatever you want, love.”

You nodded and stalked to the kitchen where you pulled out your own phone. You planted yourself on the counter, rummaging through your contacts.

Yes, you were in a mood, but not quite the one Harry was probably thinking of. This was a mood filled with need.

The truth is, you had done some research. Harry probably never had when it came to relationship aspects and especially not sex. Harry usually proudly boasted he knew what he was doing and usually he lived up the his bold statements. He was amazing in bed, you loved it when he made love to you and made you feel so incredibly loved and needed. However, there were certain times where you didn’t want vanilla. Chocolate was good, you were even willing to try strawberry or mint chocolate chip now.

There was a moment, and you were unable to pin point if this was the exact moment you realized, where Harry tugged on your hair a little too rough while you found yourself on your knees for him, and one time where his rings pressed into your hips, before he swore and apologized, rapidly removing his rings.

You hadn’t dug too deep. Not into that bondage stuff or BDSM or roleplaying with odd characters from Harry Potter or Star Wars. You immediately exited out of that particular site when you wandered onto it and feverishly deleted your search history just in case a certain curly haired charmer found himself lurking playfully through your phone. You just wanted…to spice some things up.

Accordingly to your research, there was nothing wrong with wanted to add that kind of factor into your sex life. Actually, most women yearned for the type of treatment you wanted so you were relieved and didn’t feel too weird about it.

You had scrolled to the bottom of your contact list while you were engulfed in deep thought and you ended up calling Pizza Hut.

Your head buzzed with various ways you could break it to Harry that you needed some…force, some exhilarating, mind blowing sex to get your gears working and your legs not so much. As you began devising plans, all of which consisted of copious amounts of lingerie and coaxing, Harry called for you from the living room.

“Coming,” you muttered as you slipped your phone back into your pocket, quietly face palming at your own ridiculous thoughts.


Harry grinned up at you as he watched you descending from the stairs, a new dress adorning your body, tightly captivating your boyfriend. It was short and brought out your curves, even though you had once insisted you didn’t have any.

Harry and a couple of his friends decided to go to the club to celebrate some engagement that took place on his close circle. The lads then invited their girls and Harry also turned to you.

At first, you were reluctant. You argued that it was a small celebration between him and his friend and you didn’t want to be a bother. You also tried to justify that you didn’t know of the the girlfriends and that you preferred to stay home. In actual, you want to search up a couple more things, watch a couple more videos.

Of course, however, Harry pulled the line, “But I can’t ever ‘ave fun without yeh, pet” with a deep frown on his lips which you wanted to bite off. You caved in with a heavy heart and watched his face light up, smirking when he understood the kind of influence he had on you even after many months of dating.

You smiled back at the young man who now stood in front of you, cupping your cheeks. “Don’t yeh just look—” he trailed off as his eyes wandered about your torso, on hand dropping to your back, dangerously close to your bum. You raised an eyebrow expectantly and patiently waited for him to finish the statement. It took him a couple seconds to come up with the right word. His eyes met yours again and they appeared darker than usual, filled to the brim with a different type of lust. “—delicious.”

A strange sensation slithered up your spine as you shuddered at his word choice, biting your lower lip painfully. “Is that so?”

He nodded, clenching his jaw, tilting his head to the side as if to get a better look at you, a low groan caught in his throat. “Everyone’s gonna be starin’ at yeh.”

“I’m yours,” you attempted to sound demanding.

“Well they don’t know that.”

“Show them and make sure they remember,” you pressed, hands pressing into his chest, right below his shoulders. His eyes burned into yours, teeth threatening to break if he ground them anymore. You leaned in slightly, running your lips against his cheek, a soft smile on your lips, tempting him.

“Are yeh tryin’ to get me bloody hard?” he exclaimed.

You batted your eyelashes in mock innocence. Your hand traveled to his collarbones, pressing your thumbs into the hollows, circling around your favorite set of tattoos. “Of course not.”

Harry’s gripped tightened around you as you continued to touch and caress places on his body you know provoked him. The edge of his neck, directly under his jaw line, his belt buckle, and even ghosted over the bulge of his ridiculously suffocating jeans. A couple moments passed and you happily assumed your charm was actually working in your favor until he breathed out a deep sigh and blinked and pulled away, growling, “You can seduce me later. We have a party to get to right now.”

You followed him outside with a deep pout on your face, swearing urgently at him under your breath and more importantly, at yourself.


The club was lit. Music added in your ears, threatening to rupture your eardrums. Harry sat besides you the entire time with one arm around your shoulders, keeping your close against him as he chatted happily with the couple across from you. The ring on the woman’s finger was absolutely beautiful and you had spent a fair amount of time observing it, complimenting it graciously.

Harry had an abandoned drink in front of his lips, he was extremely giddy about three engaged couple,and you literally wanted to snatch it from him and chug it You didn’t say much as Harry talked with the other men with enthusiasm, instead you plastered a smile on your face. Sometimes you nodded in agreement as a statement and Harry was happy with even that.

However, your statue was much worse than that. Under the club lights, you had gotten a good look at Harry and you were squirming with an ache that you need to be relieved immediately. His body glistened with the smallest amount of sweat, pinks red, tight clothes sticking to every limb of his body, making your mouth water. No doubt your boyfriend was a treat but sometimes it really hit you, like now, and it took every ounce of morality in yourself not to drag him to the nearest bathroom and fuck him.

Now here he was, displaying his dimples and pearly whites to the world while you, his girlfriend, could all but tremble with hunger.

Well, you had had enough of this torture. Silently, you grasped his hand and unwound him from around your shoulders, placing his heavy hand on your bare thigh. He gave you a confused look, which you promptly ignored, but continued with his engrossing conversation. Unfortunately, his fingers didn’t tighten around your thigh the way you wanted them to and you huffed in annoyance, which nobody seemed to acknowledge.

A couple moments passed and you decided to take this to the next level. You slide your hand across the seat to where he sat and dropped your hand in his lap. Harry smiled down at you and reached his other hand to link with yours but was baffled when you slapped him away.

“That’s so romantic!” you replied to the woman who began gushing about how her fiancé proposed.

Your hand lightly pressed into Harry’s bulge, squeezing the base of his cock through his jeans softly, causing a surprised grunt to fall from Harry’s lips. You knew he was glaring at you but you refused to meet his eyes. This is what you wanted: to rile him up.

He grasped your hand and  slowly began pushing it off his lap, all while continuing the conversation. “Oh that’s so wonderful!” he smiled.

You pulled away before he could and slid closer to him, ghosting your hand over his cock again. “Mhm,” you nodded and agreed with your slightly flustered boyfriend, “that is so beautiful! What a big surprise!”

The couple didn’t suspect a thing and a neither did the other men. The DJ began paying a slow, sultry track which only heightened the mood. This time, as you rubbed over Harry’s bulge, he didn’t protest. Instead, he relaxed his shoulders and opened his legs a little wider.  You silently praised him.

A low growl erupted from Harry’s chest and this caught the woman’s attention. “Harry mate, are you okay?”

Harry meekly nodded and as you squeezed a little tighter. “Yeah, I, uh. Was feeling a bit poorly this morning.”

“Flu must be acting up again,” you offered.

He glared at you from the corner of his eye but you pretended not to notice. His hand tugged yours away but you stubbornly fought him off. A small moan was heard from Harry as you sped up your actions and he coughed into his arm to hide it.

Then he slowly stood up. “Damn, sorry Michael. Really not feeling well so I’ll catch up with you later alright?”

Michael nodded and shook hands with Harry.

“Congratulations once again,” Harry painfully nodded and grasped your hand tightly in his, escorting you to the exit before Michael and his fiancé could reply.


“Are yeh insane?! What the hell was that?” Harry bellowed once you sat securely in the car, angrily starting the engine.

You jumped in your seat and nearly began to contemplate your plan before realizing this is the reaction you wanted.

“I just want your attention,” you pointed it.

“Yeh fuckin’ got it. Why did yeh have to pull that in public!? Why didn’t yeh just wait ‘til we got home!” he heaved, pulling it of the club parking lot.

Shit. You had made him angrier than you intended to. Now you were quite scared. “I just thought it would be fun…” you voice got smaller as you carried on the sentence.

“Maybe it was fun for yeh, but now yeh got me bloody hard in public! Not very fair fo’ me is it?” His accent sounded thicker.

“No,” you mumbled softly and looked down.

“Fucks sake, think before yeh do somethin’ like that!” he growled, accelerating.

He was fuming. His knuckles were white as he gripped the steering wheel with anger and his jaw was clenched so deliciously, you would have been wet if you weren’t the slightest bit alarmed.

“I’m sorry,” you breathed, “I really am Harry.”

Harry didn’t reply for the rest of the ride, which was fairly long, and you slumped in your seat, arms and legs crossed in disappointment. This is NOT how you expected it to turn out.


“Harry,” you began again in a small voice, “I’m truly sorry. Didn’t mean to ruin your night.”

“Shut up,” he ordered as he kicked off his shoes, briskly walking past you towards the staircase. You frowned at his harsh words. Harry was never rude to you. Why was he even angry? It’s not like his friends found out he was supporting a boner thanks to his girlfriend.

“Don’t tell me to shut up!” you protested.

That set him off. “Don’t get me hard in front of my friends!” he yelled back. “It’s embarrassing and definitely won’t get you anywhere near the bed. A couple of words is better than that! I thought you were better!”

“They didn’t even notice!” you shot back, crossing your arms, leaning against the wall connected to your shared living room. It was unreasonable, what you had done, but all you wanted was to provoke him. And that you did.

“Because we left before yeh could do something else!”

Harry was at the stairs with a red face and veins prominent in his neck as he shouted at you. His back was still to you, and even though the situation was risky, you couldn’t help by squeeze your legs together in an attempt to relieve the ache.

You had fallen silent and Harry sighed deeply, probably thinking over his words, getting ready to put this in the past. However, you didn’t want that. You desired him to be angry.

“What are you going to do about it?” you asked quietly. “I’ll probably just do it again if you don’t teach me a lesson this time.”

This caught Harry’s attention and he slowly spun around, eyebrows furrowed in thought, back stiff. He began to play with his rings, what he usually did when he was surprised or perplexed. From the look on his face, he was a mixture of both.

He swiftly walked back to you, gazing at your face for any signals of approval or disapproval.

“That’s what this is all about? Is that what yeh wanted? My attention so I could teach yeh a fuckin’ lesson?” His voice grew louder and more urgent, veins bulging deliciously.

You don’t know where it came from, or what urged you to say it. You were trembling under his intense look and it didn’t seem like you were going to get much ground covered if you hurled. “I’m tired of vanilla, Harry,” you blurted.

His arms stretched and he forcefully slammed his palms to the wall, making it impossible for you to walk away from him. His bottom lip was taking between his teeth, eyes a darker shade of green you had ever witnessed. His voice dropped to a new low that caused your body to quiver. Harry took a told bold step towards you and forced a knee between your legs, causing you to throw your head back in pleasure and groan. “Tell me, pet. What do yeh want?”

Your mouth went try but you managed to whisper, “Want it to hurt.”

Harry didn’t seem fazed. He simply blinked and hummed from deep within his throat. “Yeh want daddy to punish yeh for acting out.”

“Fuck,” you breathed in bliss, confirming his statement.

He smirked and said, “Yeh love getting daddy’s attention, don’t yeh? Bet yeh so wet for daddy, already gagging for it. Didn’t even ‘ave to check. Yeh panties are probably soaked!” He drew in closer and wet his lips excessively before pressing them to the shell of your ear, hitching his legs up so his knee pressed firmly against your clothed center, a cry falling from your lips. The smirk didn’t leave his red lips. “If that’s what you want, pet.”

“Please,” you brokenly whimpered.

To your extreme dismay, Harry yanked him himself away and nodded. His expression was unreadable but he definitely wasn’t angry or perturbed. He didn’t seemed weirded out which was a good sign. Instead, he avoided your eyes and began unbuckling his belt. “Go upstairs and wait for me.”

A moan tumbled from your lips and you hurried to obey his command.

“Oh, and love?” his voice caused you to halt. “Naughty girls don’t get to touch themselves, so do not even think about it.”

So I see the anti-Roman trolls are here again

… hiding in the comments section of blog posts instead of reblogging like a person who’s adult enough to engage in real discourse.

But I’m glad the anti-Roman smarks and haters are trolling. I drink your tears and use your bigotry to keep me warm at night. Also, you’re each confirming my theory that you only have one endgame when it comes to Roman Reigns in the WWE: You’ll never be satisfied until Roman Reigns is fired from the company or squashed to the point where he is forever the brown lackey supporting every white wrestler’s title reign.

No matter how good he is. No matter how much merch he sells. No matter how many men, women and children love him, wear his T-shirts or brandish signs with his name on it, you will only be happy if Roman “knows his place” and stays in it.

Why else is there a smark troll running around commenting on Roman Empire posts claiming that Vince is trying to save Roman’s career? The career that’s held the World Championship Title 3 times, Tag Team Titles once, and now the US Championship. A career where he’s been requested on numerous podcasts, comic con panels, and photos with fans any time he’s traveling on the road. A career where he’s respected in the locker room and out. A career where he’s main evented multiple PPVs and always gets a reaction from the crowd.

Yep. Sounds like a solo career that has definitely gone over like a “lead balloon.”

You guys try so hard to assert your power, but continually fail to recognize that you have little over the millions of Reigns fans because we all know what fuels your desperate need to see Roman as a thug who backs up his white friends in the ring. (Here’s a hint: It ain’t your passion for wrestling.)

I used to think seeing Roman busted down to mid-card or low-card was enough for you smarks. But no. Like all bigots, you want to use your “power” to actually end livelihoods. You think it’s your right to demand that. How’s that for privilege?

You claim Vince doesn’t give you what you want. And yet …

1. Vince gave you a brand split.

2. Vince gave you a title around Sasha Banks’s waist, multiple times.

3. Vince made Kevin Owens the second Universal Champion after giving you a win by your fav Finn Balor.

4. Vince gave you a Women’s Championship instead a Diva’s Championship, and reworked the division so that the female wrestlers weren’t just treated like models, exotic dancers and valets.

5. Vince gave you Brock Lesnar in PPV after PPV winning left and right despite being grossly overrated, unable to tell a story in the ring, and shitastic on the mic.

6. Vince gave you Daniel Bryan as a World Champion, an Intercontinental Champion and now, a GM.

7. He gave you a World Champion in Dean Ambrose and pushed him into the spotlight to the point where he’s the go-to guy to main event Smackdown on an almost weekly basis.

8. He gave you Becky Lynch as a Women’s Champion.

9. He brought in Nia Jax in all her awesomeness.

10. He split up the Lucha Dragons and gave Kalisto a singles career.

11. He re-created a Cruiserweight Division to diversify the roster.

12. He invested in a Tag Team Division that’s leagues ahead of where it was a decade ago.

13. He gave you a longer Monday Night Raw, a live Smackdown and no Jerry the King Lawler on commentary.

These are all things you’ve clamored for in the last 5 years and yet, you still sit there and say “Vince doesn’t listen to us or give us what we want! ::kicks rocks::”

Does he give you everything? Hell no. Nor should he. You’re not children. You don’t get everything you want. But don’t you dare say he doesn’t listen to you or give you anything and that’s why you boo Roman.

You don’t boo Roman because he’s handpicked by Vince. You don’t boo Roman because he hasn’t earned it. At this point, he’s earned every title shot 10 times over. Why didn’t Roman put his US Title on the line at Roadblock? Because Kevin Owens wasn’t smart enough to demand it beforehand. Rollins demanded the US Title be put on the table when Cena challenged him for the World Championship Title. KO didn’t. That’s on him. Not on Roman. And the fact that KO didn’t demand it should have told you that Roman was going to lose (hint: sometimes there are clues if you pay attention).

But please, continue your trolling. Continue your facile excuses. Continue trying desperately to hide your bigotry in a weak attempt to fool everyone into believing your anti-Roman rhetoric has merit.

Go ahead. Roman’s fans will still be here. And so will he.

Originally posted by ohitsreigns

Drew some Branch outfit references, still have to color them, but I may never get there, so I’ll post them now :/

Top right is the base, and quite possibly the best drawing of Branch I’ve ever made

Bottom left are some accessories he adds to his outfit as King

Top middle is a nicer vest and shorts he only really wears on nice, formal occasions (he likes his normal clothes a little too much to stop wearing them completely) and they’re based on a miscolored Branch figurine I bought (his vest is pastel blue and his shorts are light green)

Bottom middle is a winter outfit! Perhaps winter is the only time male trolls wear shirts? And the only time trolls in general wear shoes? Also Poppy made him a fleece scarf when he was still grey and he kept it, but never wore it until he got his colors back

Top left are pajamas. Again, the longsleeve shirt is for the cold season, and he sleeps shirtless every other time of the year

I’ll color these someday maybe.

You’ve heard of Neil in crop tops but may I interest you in Andrew wearing off the shoulder shirts?

• Black long sleeved shirts that show off his shoulders, collar bones and neck
• Probably only wears them because it’s to hot for his turtle necks and whilst they keep him cool it hides his scars
• He also likes the way Neil keeps gazing at him
• He’d never admit it tho
• Just “Don’t look at me like that”
• “398%”
• Sometimes he wears the flowy ones
• Around the house mainly
• First time he wore one Neil chocked on his water
• You can say it’s his revenge for Neil teasing him with the crop tops

Come My Way - Carl Grimes

Request:  can you do a song imagine for carl grimes with the song Come My Way by PLVTINUM

a/n: I’m so sorry if this sucked every time I tried to write I didn’t really know how to incorporate the song. Song fics are not my strong point lmao. Also I’m sorry this is so short but this was the first time I had ever heard this song and I loved it!! xo

Warnings: Smut (I write a lot of that lol) 

Come my Way - PLVTINUM

Baby girl would you come my way
Tell me all the things
that you wanna say

Carl’s hands rest on (Y/n)’s hips as she straddles him but hovers as she doesn’t fully grind down onto him. He brings her closer to him and wearing only Carl’s shirt, he runs his hand up her body, never breaking eye contact. She places her hand over Carl’s, guiding him. (Y/n) brings his hands to her breast and he squeezed as she arched her back, pushing herself into his hands. She closes her eyes but he continues to look at her as she breaths deeply. Her core finally comes in contact with his as she starts to grind.

Baby girl, you can say my name
Show me all the ways
You can move that thing

“Carl.” She whimpers as her eyes fly open. Her hips move back and forth against his as he laces his fingers with hers. She breaths harshly. Carl begins to want more so his hands move to her waist to guide her. The friction had them both whimpering and the more friction they caused the more they deteriorated. She moved against him and Carl’s head tilts back as a small but audible moan escapes his mouth.

I don’t wanna take nowhere
I don’t wanna waste your time
Baby girl, would you come my way
Baby girl, would come for me

Her heart starts to speed up as her hips begin to jolt and lose their rhythm. She lets go as she breaths rapidly, Carl’s hands still on her hips as he watches her. She places her hands on his chest as he smirks up at her. “I’m not done yet mind.” He whispers. His hands move to the hem of her shirt and he lifts it over her head and chucks it mindlessly onto the floor. She looks at him for a moment before connecting her lips to his.

Baila! Conmigo!
Anoche, contigo!

It isn’t so much soft as it is deep. His hands hold on to either side of her face as does (Y/n)’s and his tongue enters her mouth as they fight for dominance. His finger hook into her underwear and he slips in down her legs and brings a finger to her pussy. He inserts one and her head rolls onto his shoulder. “Is this how wet you are for me? C'mon baby come for me again?” His words sound like the seductive kind of Spanish that makes her want to combust right there and then. He slides his t-shirt off and takes his trouser off, along with his boxers and reaches into his drawer to grab a condom. He slides it on before his arms reach out to grab you.

Baby girl, yeah
We can get it in
I can be temptation
You can be my sin

He hold her close, skin on skin, as he kisses her roughly, her lips being too tempting to not kiss her. She moves back to straddling him, his upper body against the bed frame and he looks at her. She holds his length and sinks down onto him. Her head moves to rest on his shoulder as she adjusts to him. Carl’s hands move to her hips as he waits for her. She moves her hips against his and Carl’s hands roam her naked body. She moves from his shoulders and rests her hands on his chest as she begins to move faster and faster. Carl stares at her as he watches her moan and whimper above him.

I want the rush of your heartbeat
Those eyes, I know that you want me

Carl quickly spins himself and (Y/n) so that she is beneath him and he’s pounding into her faster. Her heart thuds against her chest as she breathes deeply. Carl moans from above her as he feels his high approaching and moves his fingers to her clit. He begins to rub as her eyes shoot open to look into Carl’s eye. He staring back at her as he’s thrusting back and forth. (Y/n) lets out one particularly loud moan as she come around Carl’s length. Carl rides out her orgasm before he reaches the edge and growls. He pulls out of her and disposes of the condom and moves to lay next to her and they lay like that for more than a few minutes at least. He turns to her and plants a kiss on her lips and (Y/n) feels his semi-hard on against her leg.

I wanna feel you against me
All night, bodies connecting

“Again Carl?” She whispers against his lips. He nods as he pulls her close, their bodies connecting in a passionate way.
“That was just the warm up baby.” He smirks and (Y/n) blushes with excitement. “How about a round 2?”

sodapop patrick curtis n' his cute quirks :,)

— likes the noise the keys on the phone make when you press them
— taught himself how to “play” mary had a little lamb and bragged about it for months
— one ear is more outwards than the other
— always uses the end of his shirt to wipe his forehead
— most of the time he never notices when girls are flirting with him
— needs glasses but he refuses to wear them in public so he only wears them around the house
— rubs his hands together when it’s cold outside to get warmer
— totally believes in aliens
— loves to bear hug people
— absolutely adores birthday parties no matter who they’re for, ESPECIALLY surprise birthday parties
— likes the way the grass feels on his ankles when he’s outside barefoot playing football in summertime
— even though he’s extremely ticklish
— also loves to tickle other people
— never combs his hair, he always just walks out of the house with bedhead
— secretly enjoys doing chores/working around the house
— shoelaces are never tied and you bet that boy trips probably like 10 times a day
— but still refuses to tie them

anonymous asked:

I might have missed something -- I read the last few chapters pretty quickly because it was so good and I knew that I would totally reread it all sometime soon, but....what happened to the white shirt (from A Kick in the Teeth)? For a moment I thought it was going to be the shirt Yuuri pulls on when he goes out to dinner with Viktor, but is it cursed to never reappear? Did Yuuri store it somewhere for some secretly-gooey but outwardly-nefarious purposes?

Yuuri kept it but never wore it again and after chapter 14 Viktor finally got it back. Except he was more like ‘no please keep it and wear it and also here’s my entire wardrobe please take it all’ because Yuuri wearing his clothes really does it for him ;)

another bluepulse fic I’ll never write: in central city, they sell flash and kid flash merchandise. a lot of it, for everything. they have t-shirts and bedding and alarm clocks and phone cases and a slew of other things, and bart buys up ALL of it. he gives jaime a t-shirt and a mug as a joke christmas gift (he also has an actual painting he made for him and a whole basket of junk food that bart promises not to touch)

jaime totally digs the stuff. like, he’ll wear the kf shirt to team functions and under hoodies that it DEFINITELY doesn’t match, and bart decides that he wants blue beetle merch to show some solidarity. (seeing jaime in the kid flash shirt does things to him and he wants to return the favor)

only there isn’t any, except for like one dude on etsy who makes blue beetle t-shirts and bart tracks him down to talk to him. it turns out the guy got out of prison a few months ago and is trying to go clean, and he finds blue beetle inspirational because, in his view, blue fucked up some but ended up on the right side in the end. he sees a redemption story where the rest of the world sees betrayal.

bart gets him to agree to talk to blue, and bart gets a t-shirt and to reassure his boyfriend that his public image isn’t all bad all in one go.

@cosmicdogs -senpai made a text post on their page about half Indian half Japanese Yams and I could nOT RESIST THIS GOODNESS also seeing as my art SUCKS I added some headcanons as well

- Yams loves his heritage

- adores both cultures and thoroughly lives his life immersed in both cultures

- This comes with ups downs and in betweens

- He likes to wear things from both cultures

- comfy kimonos are his bed and bath time choice

- He wears the typical button up shirt + lungi around the house

- Unfortunately

- as you can tell, he inherited v bad fashion choices

- Firstly and most noticeably, The Shoes™

- Every Indian woman knows The Shoes™ ….do not let ur husbands/sons/brothers out of the house in these

- He loves them. He wears them eVERYWHWERE

-  He wore them out unironically in front of Tanaka, Hinata and Noya once and they NEVER LET IT GO

- He also wears socks with thongs (flip flops for the Americans out there) bc his Japanese mum wears them all the time

- He wore these at training camp and Tsukki seriously reconsidered ever talking to him again

- speaking of the camp

- Yams has double the Asian to get past when he wants to go out

- He loves seeing friends but he has to plan Years in Advance if he wants to go to see them because his parents need to do Police background chekcs

- he had to get Takeda Sensei to MEET UP with his parents to let him go

- heaven forbid he utters the word ‘sleepover’

- He is in the smart class not because he’s some genius but because if he doesn’t study he gets both THE STICK AND THE PAPER FAN WOOPING HIS A$$ at the SAME TIME. LEMME SEE U GET A B+ AGAIN SON

- he likes to meditate! It calms his anxiety. He tries all the different Indian methods his dad knows and the traditional Japanese ones his mum knows

- can eat 8778640928439589823745743 chillis without dying. Laughs at people who think things are spicy (Tsukki in particular)

- when he was first born his parents laughed @ him because it was like???? lil Indian boi but….??? freckles everwhere???? they been laughing ever since (except when he come home w/ an A minus in English)

- He loves both his parents and culture in the end and he’s grown up with such a rich background that he adores being part of

DID YOU KNOW crows in India are brown? When I first went to India to see the fam as a child I was FASCINATED because Aussie crows are enormous and black as the soul of hades but Indian crows are smol and brown and precious like yams.

TL;DR Half Indian half Japanese Yamaguchi is the best thing in the world.

@cosmicdogs thank u for saving my life ples everyone go follow them give them love

Modern day sleeping and what they wear.

Newt: he wears very lose cloths plus it feels comfortable for him. He likes to wear sweatpants and t-shirts. Crop-tops when its summer time. ( plus he likes to show off his muscles to Percy when he stretches) He drools in his sleep and hold something in his arms while sleeping (usually  its a pillow or graves which ever is closer). He talks in his sleep sometimes.

Graves: He wears mostly silk pajamas most of the time 3 buttons undone. When its summertime he have his top unbutton completely.  he’s a light sleeper( never know when a case could pop up). Likes to sleep on his stomach for the most part. He also likes to lay his head on Newt’s chest. 


MakoHaru College AU: Makoto is ace and Haru isn’t. They were on a date and they came across Haru’s classmate. He made fun of Makoto saying “he prolly just can’t get it up lmao” and Haru got so mad he almost punched him. The guy ran away scared shitless. “Sorry, Makoto, I just–people don’t understand.” Makoto kissed Haru on the forehead as he hugged him, “Hey, it’s okay, Haru.” Of course, Haru was still so mad and upset, “No, it’s not.” Makoto was so endeared but still told him to apologize to his classmate.

an excuse to draw makoto wearing a beanie becaUSE DREAMS COME TRUE

BTS Reactions: Their GF being obsessed with mermaids.(Rapper Line)

Namjoon: Namjoon would find it funny and cute but he would find it embarrassing at times. If you guys go anywhere, you would wear a shirt from The Little Mermaid or sing anything from your favorite mermaid show and he would be embarrassed.

Originally posted by baebsaes

Yoongi: Yoongi would straight up think you’re a weirdo. He would judge you silently and out loud. He would probably be embarrassed to even be near you. He would also probably tease you about it since he never shows his emotions that much. If you guys go out in public and you’re wearing mermaid merch, he would keep his distance as much as he can.

Originally posted by mn-yg

Hoseok: Hoseok would find it super adorable. Even though he wouldn’t be into mermaids like you, he would do anything just to keep you happy. He would buy you mermaid merch and movies. He would fangirl with you every time you watch The Little Mermaid or any mermaid move/show.

Originally posted by jjibooty

This outfit of Al’s needs to be discussed. Some pieces of this outfit have been seen in other episodes. For example, he’s also worn that burnt orange shirt with white stitches on the collar in Return of the Evil Leaper and that gold tie in The Leap Home Part 1. 

But that stupid cheap car salesman coat he has on here (which was around for only one episode, thankfully) is ugly and horribly out of place. Three reasons why Al’s black and yellow/orange plaid coat from Dr. Ruth is so terrible and doesn’t fit with the rest of his wardrobe:

  1. we never see Al wearing plaid, other than in this episode. Plaid is more Sam’s pattern, really.
  2. that coat looks too 1980s (look at those shoulders!) and fits in with the era 
  3. the coat looks cheap and shiny to me, especially those pleather (?) sleeves. 

Wonho is the sexy barista at moncafé. He makes sure to wear his choker every day and tight rolled up shirt. He quite often makes mistakes, may it be from writing the wrong order, or incorrectly pronouncing your name. But he makes up for it by serenading to you. He not only flirts with his regular customers, but also with his fellow baristas. You’ll often see him lip biting and unbuttoning his shirt and does this knowingly. He will listen to your worries and try to give his best advice. He puts greats importance in keeping you happy and does the smallest gestures to lighten your day. He never forgets to compliment you by telling how pretty you are.

my parents were bad at being parents in general, but one thing that they did absolutely right was not restricting the toys i played with based on gender. i wouldn’t say that I was raised gender-neutrally, but my upbringing was much more gender neutral than my peers’.

my father had very long hair for most of my childhood, and he was skilled at cooking and sewing. I never considered those traits to be exclusive to women or improper for men. I also didn’t see those traits as in conflict with him being a machinist.

my mother was also somewhat gender nonconforming. her wardrobe was primarily jeans and t shirts, and she never wore makeup. so I didn’t grow up believing that women were required to wear makeup or dresses.

that, combined with my confusion about social conventions (from being autistic), resulted in my rejecting gender roles from an early age. which made it easier for me to accept myself as trans, and likely made it easier for my sister to acknowledge that she wanted to pursue a career in STEM. my sister also doesn’t think it makes her boyfriend a lesser person for being a stay at home dad with their baby.

i’m really happy to have been raised more gender neutrally than most people, as a trans person and as an autistic person.