how to be hot bro

im in the process of writing a tree bros fanfiction which may or may not have gotten wildly out of hand. i hope its worthy of this incredible fandom 

good vines
  • oh my god they were roommates
  • whats worse than a rapist - a child
  • chris is that a weed
  • i wont hesitate bitch
  • fr e sh a voca do
  • whats up im jared im 19 and i never fucking learned how to read
  • welcome to bible study
  • two bros chilling in the hot tub
  • actually megan i have hemorrhoids
  • every vine by gabiel gundacker
  • and like a lot more vines i miss vine bring vine back im dead inside without vine
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oliver queen appreciation week
day one >> your most memorable oliver moment

Knight In Shining Armor

Masterlist

Pairing: Isaac x Reader

Summary: Can you do am Isaac imagine where the reader is being harassed (catcalling etc) and Isaac protects her and it’s really cute !!! Thank you !!!


Hand in hand, you and Isaac were taking a stroll around Beacon Hills. It was a chilly evening but rugged up in coats, scarfs and boots made the cold air seem not so bad. A lot had happened in this small town, some you couldn’t even predict and others came as no surprise. Among the madness Isaac and you had developed a very close bond, now one year later and not even the supernatural could tear the relationship apart.

“Want to grab a hot chocolate?” he asked when he noticed you shiver.

"You read my mind Lahey”.

Walking into the cafe Isaac took the lead and went to order, while you stepped to the side waiting for him to come back.

“Here you go love” he handed you the hot chocolate and the two of you sat down at the nearest table.

Looking out the window, this right here was a rare occurrence at best. Nothing to worry about, no interruptions as of yet and just quality time with your tall, well built, werewolf of a boyfriend.

“Penny for you thoughts?” Isaac cheeky asked.

It got you to smile and you stared at you boyfriend who couldn’t stop grinning.

“Well right now I’m thinking that my boyfriend is a giant dork”.

He pouted and said, “Well your giant dork of a boyfriend is highly offended”

Leaning across the table you kissed him, “Is he offended now?” you asked once you pulled away.

“No, but he is slightly turned on”. You lightly smacked his shoulder and shook your head.

One of the cafe members announced that they would be closing early, so seeing no point in staying Issac took your hand once again and walked on out.

“Where to now?” you asked, stepping outside into the cold air that Beacon Hills offered.

“Your place? I don’t think Derek would be all that thrilled if we went to his loft, who knows what he gets up too once his alone” Isaac mumbled the last part, but you heard it all to well.

The thought of Derek doing many things in his loft alone made you giggle, Isaac looked down and gave you a confused expression. “I’m just thinking about all the things Derek probably gets up to when his by himself” you told him.

“I really hope my girlfriend isn’t thinking of my alpha in a non-appropriate way?”.

“I wasn’t, but since you mentioned it Derek does have really nice hands. Imagine what they capable of…” there was teasing evident in your voice, and Isaac picked up on it straight away. He grabbed your waist and tickled your sides, laughing immensely “Isaac stop” you begged.

“I will once you say Isaac Lahey is a sexy beast”, looking up at him you tried very hard to contain your laughter once again.

“You see I would but I was taught to never lie”.

Isaac’s face was priceless, he tickled you further and you said. “Okay, okay Isaac is a sexy beast”. He stopped and let go of you waist, people passing by gave each of you weird glances but neither you nor Isaac minded.

“See wasn’t so hard babe” he added while making sure his hand was interlocked with yours. When it came to you Isaac was very protective and a simple hand holding gesture, meant that he’ll protect you no matter what.

A couple meters ahead the new club that just had opened up was coming into sight, there were plenty people outside waiting to enter while there were plenty of people stumbling out of the club. Walking past you noticed a guy leaning against the club wall, he looked like he was either tipsy or about to be drunk if he took another sip.

Shuffling closer to Isaac and holding onto his hand that much tighter, you kept your head down and continued walking. You hated whether it was by yourself or with someone else walking past clubs, people were always unpredictable and the idea of a stranger drunkenly doing anything was beyond unappealing and scary.

The guy kept his eyes on you and the minute Isaac and you walked by he whistled, ignoring it he whistled again when you didn’t respond he shouted.

“Hey! It’s not nice to ignore someone”

“Just keep your head down, don’t let go of my hand and keep walking” Isaac whispered to you.

Obviously this guy wasn’t going to give up, he shouted yet again. “Yo bro, your lady friend is hot. How about you bring her over and I can get to know her better?”.

You cringed at that prospect and you could tell Isaac was doing everything to not punch the guy. Instead he let go of your hand and walked on up to the guy.

“How about you go back into the club and hit on a girl that isn’t taken”.

The guy put up his hand in defense, “Sorry man, I see a pretty women and I just got to compliment her”.

“There is a difference between giving a compliment and shouting inappropriate things man. Learn the difference yeah?”.

Isaac strolled back to you and grabbed your hand. The guy still wasn’t getting the hint and yelled, “How about I get your number, pretty lady?”.

He clearly didn’t hear Isaac when he told him you were taken, Isaac sighed and instead of wasting his breath he smirked and leaned down to give you a gentle, but very satisfying kiss.

Biting your lip to keep yourself from smiling, the guy immediately became quiet and walked back in to the club.

“That shouldn’t have been as entertaining as it was” you told him.

“He got the message that’s all I care about, now come on let’s get back to your place”.

The two of you made it back to your place, stepping in and taking off all the layers you turned on the heater. Issac came up behind you and pulled you close.

“Sexy beast protects his girl” he whispered in your ear his warm breath strangely sending shivers down your back.

“And his girl very much appreciates it” you played with his hands and felt Isaac smile. Not liking the fact you couldn’t see him you swapped positions, so you could.

“I don’t care who it is, I’m not going to let anyone hurt you okay” His voice was full of love and hearing him say that, even though his actions already showed that he meant ever world, still made you smile.

Grabbing the back of his neck, he leaned on down and for the third time that night your lips connected. “Isaac Lahey you are my hero”.

“Always and forever love” he replied.

Standing there in his embrace it was a comforting thought, knowing you had someone who would do anything it took to make sure you were safe and happy.

Isaac Lahey was someone you didn’t think you would be this close too, when you guys first meet. But now he was the only one you couldn’t imagine living without.

coffeeflavoredqueer  asked:

15 "What, now I’m only allowed to find half the population attractive?" Holsom?

Warnings for: vaguely NSFW language and the city of Santa Cruz. 


Holster always knew it would happen like this: he would be having an otherwise normal conversation with someone and the opportunity to make a bad joke about how not straight he was would present itself, he wouldn’t be able to resist the temptation, and then everyone would know.

Like on some level, he’s a-ok with this because it’s 2016 it shouldn’t be a big deal anymore, they’re at Samwell, he can just mention it causally like that’s always been the case and everyone’s always known it’s the case and that should be that.

He…he didn’t mean for it to be Ransom that he came out to. Not first.

“Because it’ll be fuckin’ sick,” Ransom insists, showing Holster the vacation rental he’s found. “Look how close it is to the beach! Because bro, you do understand that there are not beaches in Seattle right?”

“Yeah, I know,” Holster says. He’s looking forward to their short vacation before they move west. They’re going together, because how could they not, because Holster’s going to the Schooners and Ransom’s going to UW Med and they’re going to be together. It’s the only part of his future Holster’s ever been sure of – Ransom will be there. “It’s fuckin’ sweet.”

“Right?” Ransom says, clicking the reservation forms for their beach stay. They’ll probably bring some of the team – Bitty, Jack, Shits, Lardo, maybe Dex and Nursey if they can promise not to shoot each other, Chowder if he wants to stay in a rental in Santa Cruz instead of his actual house – but for the majority of the vacation it’ll be him and Ransom.

“Bro, just think of how many hot chicks we’ll get to see,” Rans says, his head falling back in delight.

“What? I’m only allowed to find half the population attractive now?” Holster asks.

The words are out of his mouth before he really registers what he’s just said, but Rans is staring at him, his eyes wide.

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Just Another Tuesday on Camp Half-Blood (or, Nico’s Sugar-Induced-Extravaganza)

I know most of you probably think of Brazil as Christ the Redeemer, beautiful forests, Girl From Ipanema and samba/carnival, but do you even know what brigadeiro is? Lmao

Paolo can speak English here for plot reasons. Constructive criticism is welcome!

(Nico di Angelo/Will Solace, humor/fluff, general audiences, 1,351 words.)

Will knew something was wrong the moment he saw Nico bouncing to meet him in the infirmary, where he’d been taking care of boring paperwork with only his siblings making him company.

Nico didn’t bounce. He certainly did not jump around the camp with a content smile plastered on his face, as he was doing now.

He most definitely did not run and hug Will without a reason, much less this publicly. 

Will was frightened.

“Hi!” Nico shouted happily. “I ate brigadeiro!”

Will dimly noted that Paolo entered the infirmary and was running toward them, frowning. He also noticed how fast Nico’s heart was beating, but that could be from the running sprint. Still…

“Is that a drug?”

“No, it’s a dessert!” Nico explained, then got out the hug so he could look at Will. His eyes were huge, pupils slightly dilated, and he had a firm grip on Will’s shoulders. “Will, it’s wonderful! And it’s so easy to make! We could eat that everyday!”

“Hm. I doubt that, honey.”

Nico frowned as Paolo reached them.

“I don’t like honey. Or corn.” He mumbled, but by now Will was looking at Paolo, silently demanding an explanation.

“Will, hey. Listen, I think your boyfriend might have had way too much sugar? He ate, like, half a can of condensed milk, and ate almost all the brigadeiro.”

“The dessert.” Will said, dubious that a food could turn Nico into this.

“Yeah, man. It’s harmless, I swear. I just wanted to introduce a little bit of Brazilian culture to camp.”

Nico’s eyes widened and he gasped, shaking Will by the shoulders.

“Will! If we move to Brazil we can eat that everyday!”

“We can’t speak Portuguese, Nico.” Will reminded him, very patient.

“We don’t need Portuguese to eat.” Nico complained, and Will chose not to reply. He just breathed in very deeply, weighing his options.

“…Okay. Okay. I’m gonna put some water in your organism, and then–”

“No!” Nico whined, and it shut Will up. Nico didn’t whine. Or… pout like this. What was even happening? “I’m so full, I can’t drink anything right now.” 

A second later, Nico straightened his back, his eyes wide and bright at whatever idea he’d just had.

“Will!” Nico whispered, then kissed him, his eyes only half-closed. He tasted like milk chocolate.

Will could hear his siblings yelling “woohoo!” and wolf-whistling in the background; undoubtedly, Nico could hear them too, but his boyfriend didn’t seem to mind for once.

This was it. Nico had to be stopped; Will pushed his boyfriend away.

“Hm, lo– Neeks.” He cleared his throat, rummaging his mind for any good ideas. “Uh, let’s… Let’s go to the Hades cabin, yeah? I’ve been meaning to, uh–”

Nico giggled.

Will.” He drawled out. “I know what you’ve been meaning to do.”

Well.

(Shit.)

Nico hadn’t said it in a quiet voice either, no. He had said it loud enough that Austin and Kayla stopped whatever they were doing and an uncomfortable silence followed.

Shit shit shit.

Rationally speaking, Will knew no one actually thought they were going to do anything other than a kiss on the lips, at most. The entire camp was aware they were probably the chastest couple in history (they were fifteen, for Apollo’s sake!), and that Nico would murder anyone who dared spread false rumors.

But, well, Nico wasn’t exactly himself right now, was he?

And if any rumor reached either Jason or Reyna (or Hazel), Will could start saying farewell to life and deciding what would be engraved on his tombstone.

“Hm–” Will was torn between trying to explain that that was not what Nico meant or throwing his boyfriend over his shoulder and running away from camp forever.

The second option sounded more and more tempting by the minute.

And then Nico threw his hands in the air and yelled:

“Mythomagic!”

Okay, Will had to take him out of here before any more of his nerdiness was revealed or Nico would kill him later. He gave a pointed glare toward Kayla and Austin, who promptly tried to pretend their laughter were coughing fits instead. 

Only Nico was fooled.

“Are you okay?” He asked them, frowning. “Maybe you should go see a doctor.”

“They’re fine, Neeks.” Will mumbled, scowling at them one last time before turning back to his boyfriend. “Let’s go.”

“Hey, ho. Let’s go!” Nico started singing, and Will gently dragged him by the arm toward the door. Paolo, who’d been fidgeting, moved out of their way and shot them an apologetic look, but Will would only be able to forgive him after Nico was fine, so he didn’t bother responding.


In one hour, Nico did more than he usually did in a day.

He decided he wanted to climb the lava wall (”I’m gonna fight it, Will. I’m gonna win.”), so he did just that and did a victory dance afterward. Will had never want to record something so badly in his life, but the moment he saw Sherman lifting a camera, he ran and literally kicked the bastard’s ass, confiscating the object.

Sherman, in a rare wise moment, decided not to argue against the person who patched him up almost daily.

Nico kissed him a lot, as well. It felt as good as it was worrying, because Nico usually wasn’t prone public displays of affection. His eyes started watering when Will pushed him away, though, and it was as if all his energy had been sucked away all of sudden, so Will proposed kisses on the cheek for now and it appeased them both.

Nico also had the sudden desire to listen to music out loud, so they went to the thankfully empty Apollo cabin and put Ramones on the speakers. Nico danced (or simply bounced) until he fell face first on the bed, right beside where Will was sitting, promptly giggling and mumbling it was a comfortable place.

He was asleep within a minute, and Will finally allowed himself to sigh and chuckle a little. He knew Nico was adorable, but today had simply been too much.

In a few minutes, he had Nico under a blanket and was caressing his silky hair. The doctor side of him told him to get up and get some water for when his boyfriend woke up. The rest of him ignored that.

Now, Will would never say this out loud (mostly because it would always sound creepy, no matter what words he used), but he loved feeling Nico sleep (…see? Creepy.), in the sense that he could feel his heart beating and the way all his muscles relaxed.

Nico was peaceful, whole, alive, and getting well-deserved rest when he was sleeping. What was there not to love?

Will only wished it was nighttime already so he could sleep until morning. If he took a long nap in the afternoon, he wouldn’t be able to fall asleep later and would risk staying up all night.

So after an hour and a half of wishing he could take a nap even with the sun up, Will gently poked him awake.

“Neeks? Neeks, it’s time to wake up, man.”

Nico hummed.

“Hey, sweetheart. You awake yet?”

“Don’t call me sweetheart.” Nico mumbled without opening his eyes.

Ah, he was awake alright, and back to being annoyed at and inconvenienced by most things. Will smiled.

“You know, I was thinking. Okay, we can’t move to Brazil, maybe we can have our honeymoon there. What do you think?” Will said, seemingly nonchalant, and watched, delighted, as Nico’s face shifted into poorly concealed confusion and panic (mostly panic), then realization.

Will could see the faintest hint of a blush in his boyfriend’s face before he hid it in the mattress and groaned out loud, the sound pained. He knew Will would never let go of his sugar-induced-extravaganza. Good.

Will just laughed.

Needless to say, Nico’s sugar rush was the perfect advertisement for the Brazilian dessert, which ended up being a success in both Camps, even though Will never let anyone (especially his boyfriend) eat too much of it again.

It was for the best.

the romeo and juliet au- widowtracer

@dudeblade this is trash and i love it. part 1.

  • widow’s romeo and tracer’s juliet
  • so the montagues (widow’s family) are reaper and s76
  • the capulets (tracer’s moms) are pharah and mercy
  • hanzo and genji work for reaper76
  • mccree and zenyatta work for pharmercy
  • pharmercy and reaper76 hate each other due to an unfortunate incident involving one of reaper’s goons stabbing mercy
  • so now everybody tries to fight each other
  • symmetra’s the prince who’s like ‘EVERYBODY CALM DOWN AND SHUT THE FUCK UP’
  • anyways so widow’s leaning moodily against a tree and sighing over a girl
  • her bro hanzo appears and he’s like ‘ey whaddup boi you sighing over some guuuurrrllll?’
  • widow’s like ‘ah yes woe is me she’s so fkn hot but she hates me.’
  • ‘who is it’
  • ‘the fair rosaline. ah. ah. how i do love her.’
  • ‘bro listen up we gon get you a hot girl. get over her. cmon.’
  • they walk through the town and run into a servant
  • the servant’s like ‘hey read this for me’
  • the paper: ‘look shit bro ma uncle’s hostin this sick-ass party all da hot capulets are gon be there you wanna come peace and blezzings’
  • widow: ‘there’s a celebration at the capulet mansion.’
  • servant: cool bye you’re welcome to show up as long as you’re not a montague
  • widow: are we montagues?
  • hanzo: yah
  • widow: cool let’s crash this fuckin party bro
  • hanzo: bro lezgo
  • over in the capulet mansion…
  • zarya: ur daughter’s hot. can i marry her.
  • pharah: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ sure go for it idc
  • upstairs…
  • tracer: ey nurse whaddup seen any hot gurls
  • nurse: nah bro but i’ll letcha know
  • tracer: cool
  • mercy: hey whaddaya feel about getting married
  • tracer: it is an honour that i dream not of (▀¯▀)(▀¯▀)⊂(▀¯▀⊂)⊂(▀¯▀⊂)
  • (she actually legit says that in the play fkn hardcore roasted⊂(▀¯▀⊂))
  • over in the street:
  • widow: ey we gon crash a fkn party let’s get WASTEEEEDDDDD
  • genji: boi i’m comin with you
  • hanzo: boi lezgo
  • the party:
  • hanzo and genji are dancing. pharmercy are looking lovingly into each other’s eyes.
  • tracer: fuck. i don’t wanna get married. fuck.
  • widow appears out of nowhere.
  • tracer: let’s get fucking married. right here, right now. fuck yeah.
  • widow: may i have a dance
  • (fuck she’s hot)
  • tracer: sure. i guess. you ain’t that hot.
  • tracer: *makes out with widow on the dance floor*
  • zenyatta: HEY PHARAH fuck that’s fkn amelie lacroix she’s called widowmaker cuz she steals people’s wives boi she dancin wit yo daughter
  • pharah: eh. idc. me and my wife are gonna go bang. bye. peace.
  • tracer: ey i’m tracer. lena. of the capulet house.
  • widow: o ma fuckin god you kiddin me jfc why is my love life so shitty
  • widow: anyways i gtg
  • widow kisses her and runs the fuck away with hanzo and Drunk Genji™
  • tracer: who dat gurl
  • nurse: boi. that’s widowmaker
  • tracer: …..
  • tracer: fuck.
  • widow’s busy pining outside tracer’s window and sayin a bunch of weird-ass things
  • hanzo, hiding behind a bush: ‘man that’s gay’
  • tracer appears, holding out a glove like a dramatic hoe
  • widow: damn she hawt. i wish i was that glove.
  • hanzo: widow that doesn’t make sense
  • widow: fuck off
  • tracer: oh amelie, oh amelie, wherefore art thou amelie
  • widow: #bornthisway
  • and then they say a bunch of dramatic things and then make out

how the matsuno bros would use tumblr probably:

  • osomatsu: staring at hot chicks, many memes, no specific ‘type’ of blog, actively tries snack recipes and almost burns down the house. every. time.
  • karamatsu: ultimately just an aesthetic blog, tries to study his aesthetic more through tags, desperately tries to get tumblr famous by making philosophical text posts he pulled out of his ass and posting amateur modelling selfies
  • choromatsu: organized fandom blogs, otaku af, fapping, also sjw text posts
  • ichimatsu: cats. just cats, videos of cats, pictures of cats, text posts about cats being assholes and tagging ‘hell yeah’ underneath
  • jyushimatsu: sports, vines, more sports, thousands of shitposts, unlimited doge memes
  • todomatsu: cute flowerboy aesthetic, plenty of selfies, guaranteed most followers, actually tumblr famous