he's a guy digger

These mf Tinder Daddies

There’s two ways to play tinder. 

Game 1: Regular SB route

You tell him you want him to spoil you, he says no or yes, you move off text and start arranging a meet, he meets you and wants to take you home, you decline and decide to ask about allowance. He says yadda yadda per month/week/date and you say yes or no and then you start the arrangement if you’re both happy. hopefully its high, probably mid range, and everyone is happy.

Game 2: High Life SB

You do ask him about spoiling you and if he responds accordingly, you then proceed to get as much info on him as you can. You find out that he’s the CFO of some company and makes 1.2mil a year in salary, owns 2 homes, yadda yadda. You decide to play the long game and make him chase you JUST A LITTLE let him wine and dine you for a date or two witha few kisses and suggestive touching but nothing more. You then bring up that school is around the corner and you need tuition, or your car payment, or your rent and make him pay for whatever you need. then after that purchase you make him buy you a superficial item, just to see how he responds then by now you’ve sucked him in and soon he’ll be paying for everything, while the money you make in your full-time job goes straight into savings.

The point here is to do your research, learn the actual potential of your POT.

If he doesn’t earn much he can’t offer much. and you should go the regular SB route and negotiate a per date allowance or whatever. But if he earns a nice amount of money, don’t be afraid to wing it and get him to actually be committed to you turn him into a sponsor. The issue is, if you ever tried to negotiate a per meet allowance with the guy from Game 2, 8/10 times you’ll turn him off, and you’ll lose him cause you come off like a gold digger. Losing the 1.2mil guy vs the 200k guy is a big potential earnings loss. If the 200k guy calls you a gold digger, he probably didn’t have much to offer or he actually looked at his bank account and realized he couldn’t afford you. 

Game 2 is for girls with time to spare, which is why you have to do so much research into finding out if he’s actually rich, so you don’t waste time on a poser who took pics in a Bentley at a car show.

Also be aware of when the guy from Game 2: no matter how much money he has, has no intentions of sharing much or any of it with you. Bail. Its not worth it. he’s been stingy all his life and will always be stingy. 

Get that money,




a/n: This is a quick idea I had and needed to get out of my system, there will be a second part so dont worry too much

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Warnings: Just Boomer getting a little too handsy, basically he goes to a dinner party and flirts with Luce, a girl he probably shouldn’t be flirting with…

Digger “Captain Boomerang” Harkness X OFC // Suicide Squad

word count: 2,163

1. The Party

“Finally,” Anita sighed as Luce pushed through the screen door, her arms full with a bag of groceries.

“I bought all the spaghetti they had at the store,” Luce stated as she set the shopping bag on the table. She reached into the brown paper, pulling out a large can of Guinness and crossed to the living room, handing it off to her uncle who occupied the recliner in the corner, his old hound dog curled up at his feet. He was a bitter old man but the one thing that made him smile without fail, was a cold beer.

“You’re a God send,” he stated, cracking the seal and taking a drink.

“No problem, Manny,” Luce replied with a smile. Though she referred to the man as her uncle they were not technically related. “Guess who I ran into on the way back,” she began, returning to the kitchen to empty the rest of the shopping bag’s contents.

“Big Foot,” Her sister-in-law replied. It was obvious by Anita’s tone that she had no patience for Luce, preoccupied with slicing tomatoes.

“Remember last week, Eddie was talking about meeting that guy from Australia at the bar?” Luce leaned against the counter as she spoke, “I met them on my way home.”

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Arrow 523 "Lian Yu" Thoughts

Sorry, no GIFs I’m still on mobile, and it’s impossible to move my cursor under the photo from a generated GIF from the keyboard. I give the episode a B+ Why? Let’s find out and dive into this closed chapter.

The Ragtag Group

We all knew someone would double cross Oliver. Personally, I didn’t think it would Digger Harkness. However then again he’s the literally crazy guy with boomerangs, Digger lifts right out.
Nyssa was a total bad ass. The backstory with Talia was expected from my point of view, yet intriguing. She also found Adrian’s little hiding spot and kept the boys in check.
Slade - the double agent- nice twist, unpredicted, and he’s actually helpful when he’s not all crazy pants.
Captain Boomerang, you son of a bitch (all I have to say on that.)
Malcolm, the cockroach may have finally met his comeuppance, but I want to see a body. Nothing will ever make a redeemable character in my eyes - even saving Thea.


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A/N: Request from anon. There’s no pun intended in the following imagine. Or maybe there is. Haha, enjoy, guys!

Words: 731
Warnings: alcohol consumption

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anonymous asked:

Okay so picture this holly... you're living with Digger but before you dated him ou were with another guy who you were i nlove with but he left you and broke your heart (Like, he had to leave the country for a job and he didn't wanna marry you so he just broke up) and you hadnt spoken to him in years and then one day, while your not home but digger is, he knocks are the door and asks if you're home?

OHOHO AND DIGGER ANSWERED THE DOOR?!?!?! SHIT BOI! Like, I’m imagining Digger knows everything about this mother fucker, like after you told him about your heartbreak (Because Digger is the type of guy who needs to know everything about his s/o) he got angry and researched this motherfucker thoroughly af.. Doing background checks and shit. Making sure he knew EVERYTHING he needed to know in the event this dude had the balls to try and weasel his way back into your life…

Digger yawned heavily and ran one of his big bear paw hands through his messy mop of ginger hair. It was kind of nice to have the apartment to himself for the day. He missed his girl, that’s fore sure.. But, being able to watch bad action movies with all the lights out and a beer in hand at 11:00 AM was kind of refreshing. Granted, he did it all the time.. but the sweet voice, which he adored in every day, telling him it was WAY too early for alcohol didn’t buzz around his ears so he could relax in his alcoholic habits without guilt.

Knock Knock Knock

“The fuck is that..” Digger groaned,rolling his eyes in annoyance. To his knowledge Y/N hadn’t ordered anything online that would prompt a package being delivered and he sure as hell didn’t invite anyone over.


“Oi, just a minute then!”

Wow, what a ballsy fucker this guy must be, Digger thought as he squinted his eyes in irritation. He set his beer down on the coffee and sat up slowly, taking his sweet time. He peered over in the hallway at the mirror and glanced over his appearance for a moment. All he had on was a pair on washed out blue jeans, leaving his wide hairy chest and strong broad shoulders out for the public to see.

He debated for a brief second if he should throw on a shirt but quickly decided not too.. Because who the fuck cared? This was his house, no need to disrupt his comfort for some unexpected visitor.

Lazily the the tall Aussie strolled over to the front door before opening it quickly, greeting the stranger with an aloof grunt.

The person before him looked terribly familiar but for the life of him Digger couldn’t pinpoint exactly where he’d seen him before.

“H-Hello!” Greeted the man on the other side of the door, making Digger straighten his posture and cross his arms. Why did this motherfucker look so familiar?

Digger squinted his eyes and looked this guy up and down, purposely intimidating him. “Yea, who are you then?”

“Oh, um, sorry! Is Y/N home?”

This response angered Digger. He asked ‘Who are you’ not who he was there for… Why the hell was this strange man at HIS door asking for HIS girlfriend?

“Come again then, I didn’t catch your name, mate.” Digger growled, uncrossing his arms he burrowed his brows, wanting this man to elaborate why exactly he was here and who the fuck he was.

“Oh, I’m terribly sorry.” The man reached out his hand, inviting Digger to shake it. “My name is Paul, I used to date Y/N a few years back before I had to leave the country.. I was wondering, is she around?”

Suddenly the identity of this motherfucker clicked with Digger. Ignoring the outstretched hand before him Digger responded to the introduction.

“Paul.. Ya say your name is Paul?”

“Yeah..” He peered past Digger and into the apartment, which only irritated the Aussie more. “I’m sorry, did Y/N move? Do I have the wrong apartment?”

“Nah, mate.. You’ve got the right apartment..” Digger chuckled, his mind going a mile a minute as he contemplated what he wanted to do next. “I just.. She ain’t home just yet why dont ya come in and have a seat, she won’t be long.”

“Y-You sure?”

“Yeah yeah yeah, it ain’t no trouble at all, mate!” Digger slapped his big hand on Paul’s shoulder, roughly giving it a harsh squeeze before pulling him inside and slamming the door shut.

“Paul!” Digger exclaimed and had a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. “Paul, why don’t ya have a seat-” He gestured at the couch, “You can have a seat right over there and I’ll go give Y/N a quick tele and see when she’ll be home then, hows that sound?”

“Thanks man, tha’ts nice of you.. Say, are you her room mate or something?”

“Yea, or something!” Digger murmured and swagger out of the living room and down the hall. He closed the door to your bedroom before grabbing his cell phone and dialing your number real quick.


“Hello too my sweet girl!” Digger chimed quietly, so Paul couldn’t hear him through the walls. “You havin’ a good day out with your friends then, love?”

“Yea, babe. We just had brunch and we are about to head over to get some shopping done.. What about you?”

“Oh, I’m having a fuckin’ lovely day..”

“.. Digg, what’s up? You’re voice sounds a big, umm, wild?”

Digger bit his lip and burrowed his grumpy brows, he always had a habit of letting his voice go up into a higher octave when he was lying or nervous.

“I just wanted to see when you’d be home, that’s all love.” He inhaled sharply, making sure to keep his voice calm and collected. “I want to tidy up a bit before ya get home. My baby deserves to come home to a happy home, ain’t that nice of me?”

“Yea, haha.. I don’t believe that’s why you’re asking me though.” You giggled, making Digger feel at ease. “But, if you must know, I’ll be returning around 7 tonight, we’re gonna see a movie at 4 or so and then I’ll head home”

“Sounds good darlin’!” Digger replied, his blue eyes scanning around the bedroom as he looked for a weapon of some sort. “I’ll make sure I get rid of all the trash in the apartment before you get home.”

“Thanks babe, talk to you later. Love you!”

“And I love you!” He responded before hanging up the phone and grabbing a knife.

“Hey Paul!” Digger cried out as he slid the knife in his back pocket and exited the bedroom. “She’s actually planning on going to grab some lunch here shortly, says she’d love for ya to join her… Why don’t ya let me walk ya down there?”

“Oh, wow, thanks man!”

With an amused look laid across his face the Captain nodded and gestured towards the door. “Yea, it’s right down the street, the fastest way is through the alley, Y/N insisted I bring ya..”

Originally posted by heartofdevastation


Tom was totally stoked on getting his action figure made, and he worked with Digger and the guys to get it just right. He had just been filming for hours in this dark - we watched it, it was a grind to say the least - and his character is brooding and hardcore. But when he came into the truck, he was so into it that he just lit up and was totally cool and happy to be part of it. 

- Art Asylum’s (who made the figures) Adam Unger talking about making the action figure for Shinzon in Star Trek Nemesis and how happy Tom Hardy was about it. 

anonymous asked:

hi! I'm from Colombia! I am obssesed with you guys! I wanted to ask, if you hadn't enlisted for the marines, what would you ended up doing?

Ty: I would like to think I’d have wound up playing football in college and getting a degree in something. But I’m pretty sure I’d still be in Bluefield.

Kelly: I probably would have wound up right where i am. I like working with kids and I like being outside, and I love making a difference in people’s lives.

Owen: I was looking at business. It just didn’t strike me as exciting enough, so I figured what the hell, I’d try the Marines and get that need for adventure out of my system. Turns out, it never gets out of your system, it just gets deeper and darker.

Digger: I’d have been on a shrimp trawler, probably. Not much in the way of prospects where I come from.

Nick: I’d have wound up dead in a gutter in Boston. Or worse, I’d have survived and made a name for myself.

Kelly: You are the worst at answering these questions. You’d have been a teacher, and a damn good one. Or one of those crazy alien conspiracy theory guys.

Owen: How is that different from what he is now?

Digger: Now he can say he’s got government clearance?

anonymous asked:

How many times has Ty been arrested in Canada?

Ty: It was just the one trip.

Nick: Yeah, but it was twice in that trip.

Kelly: He got deported faster than Justin Bieber will be.

Ty: No fucking wonder it took you guys so long to get me out, though! Nick was off fucking the arresting officer!

Nick: How do you think we got you out?

Ty: Wait … what did you tell the other guys you were doing?

Digger: He told us the arresting officer was gay and he took him out to dinner.

Ty: So … the truth.

Owen: We thought he sacrificed himself for you. Didn’t realize he fucking enjoyed it.

Nick: I wasn’t the only one.