how to roll sleeves

❁ little miss sunshine ❁ // for @sigh–onara




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GUYS there was this one time in class when J ran a bit late and his usually rolled up sleeves were undone

and after he put his stuff on the teacher’s table he just rolled his sleeves up right in front of the whole class while he was making some announcements and I LITERALLY SQUEALED BECause that was the first time it ever happened. like the first time I ever saw him do that

I know most of us agree that guys look sexy when their sleeves are rolled up but have we ever talked about how sexy they look WHILE rolling their sleeves up???????? no. it’s about time we do

From the moment they met, Jack knew this was the man with which he would spend the rest of his life. 

“I hope y'all like pecan pie,” Eric Bittle said. He was small, blond, and southern, with a smile that could brighten a room and a pie that smelled like heaven held gently in his hands. Ransom and Holster were on him in seconds.

“Holy shit, did you make this? It’s spectacular!” said Holster, pieces of pecan flying from his mouth. He hadn’t bothered to grab a plate, or a fork, or anything resembling kitchen ware for that matter. 

“Uhh, yes?” Eric looked scandalized. Ransom and Shitty had joined in, grabbing bits of pie and cramming it in their mouths with a voracity that challenged wild hyenas. 

Jack was perched on the edge of the dining hall table, watching the chaos unfold. This wasn’t how he thought it would happen. After a moment, he rolled up his sleeve, tracing his fingers over the soul mark that occupied the inside of his arm. ‘I hope y'all like pecan pie’ was written in large loopy letters. From where Jack sat, he could see the rest of the boys converging on Bittle’s pie. He smiled at the horrified look on Eric’s face. He would be easy to love, Jack thought. 

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rinch prompt of the day: relative nudity

john reacting to harold in anything less than a three piece suit with gleeful pretend-scandalized expression and secret genuine enthusiasm

john seeing a flash of harold’s bony ankles and feeling sudden kinship with Victorian gentlemen

john having daydreams about harold’s wrists, cherishing instances where harold rolls back his sleeves to work, thinking about how harold’s wrists would feel in john’s hands. (john should show him stretches to ward against carpal tunnel syndrome!)

harold needing to take his shoes and socks off and john having an extremely strong emotional response to harold’s toes. (they’re long, there’s a tiny bit of hair on them, oh god why is john like this they’re just TOES)

(they’re harold’s)

john actualfax swooning at the thought of harold’s tummy. john wants to pet it. maybe bite a little bit, if harold would let him, if it wouldn’t tickle harold or hurt him. it would feel good, is all, harold would be soft and satisfying to bite into. if harold wanted. if. 

(john getting lost in thinking of all the places he could bite harold, inner thighs and underarms and the unguarded area under his ribs and above his hips. oh, fuck, and harold’s shoulders.)

because john’s body is a tool and a weapon but harold’s body is harold’s, quirky and human and vulnerable.

I know it's not happening for the next episode, but I want to believe.

It’s only been like a week, and someone (probably Baird, but I’d accept Ezekiel or Cassandra) goes up to Stone and says. “Show us your arm Stone.”
“What? I-”
“Don’t bullshit me. Show us the arm.”
*sighs* *rolls up sleeve* “How did you know?”
“You’ve been wearing long sleeves for five straight days. You’re from Oklahoma. Give me some credit.”

anonymous asked:


Alright you little punks, I see how it’s gonna be. *rolls up sleeves*

Going by logic and facts, Prompto wouldn’t be affected by the elimination of the starscourge because unlike regular MT’s he’s not affected by sunlight at any point. Sure, he was one of the kids who were included in those crazy experiments, but it’s also stated that he escaped fairly early, thus meaning that he’s far more human than he is an MT. 

Boom. Debunked.

Darling, stand straight
you are not weak
hold yourself up
rise like mountains
scream until the clouds burst
don’t let anyone think you are anything less
than godly

but pick your battles wisely
let the little injustices slip
through your fingers like sand
piling into beaches
keep yourself quiet
keep yourself folded

why can’t we pick
our daughters are force fed enough rules
that tie their hands behind their backs
with sheer sickening contradiction
they are choking
they are drowning

how long has it been
since I rolled up my sleeves
and curled up my fists
since I strapped up a suit of armor
and brandished my sword

I choose this fight
—  A.O.A.M. || Pick Your Battles

Changed out of Adrien into formal Chat Noir for the Masquerade dance! I’m super pleased with how this outfit worked (I later decided to go with the rolled-up sleeves, because we all know guys instantly get 50% hotter with rolled sleeves), and it was so much fun to wear! Just extremely warm.

Do nOT talk to me about Hannigram Size Difference.

Do not talk to me about Smol!Will wearing Tol!Hannibal’s clothes. About how the shirts are just loose enough to be noticeable. How the collars sag a bit to expose his collar bones. How the hems cover his butt slightly. How he has to roll up the sleeves often. About how he sometimes trips over the hem of Hannibal’s pants.

Do not talk to me about Tol!Hannibal wearing Smol!Will’s clothes. About how Will’s shirts stretch tight across his chest and biceps, showing off his muscles and peeks of grey hair. How the shirts are too short, exposing his soft tummy, with a tantalizing trail of hair leading to his groin. About how Will’s pants expose his ankles.

Do not talk to me about Hannigram wearing each other’s underwear, i s2g-

Strip (M)

“What are you going to do huh,” Yoongi said passing the ball between his hands. You reached down for a steal but he was quicker. You watched as he made a 3 pointer turning to look at you smugly.

“Cheap shot,” you said as he passed the ball to you. You gripped it as it hit your chest the vibrations reverberating in your sternum. He pushed back his fringe sweat droplets falling with each touch. You bit your lip unconsciously as you brought him in for a kiss.

The kiss was salty but you didn’t mind as he bit your lower lip requesting entrance, you quickly complied bringing a hand to rest in his hair attempting to taste more of him. He groaned grabbing your waist pulling into him, you felt his growing bulge and pulled away. You thought you heard a guttural growl escape his throat as you threw the ball back at him.

“Let’s make this interesting,” you spoke rolling up the sleeves of your jacket.

“How so,” Yoongi replied wiping the bottom of his lip.

“We’ll play H.O.R.S.E. Whenever one of us misses a shot we’ll take off a piece of clothing.” He dribbled the ball raising an eyebrow.

“So whose going first?” He spoke making you grin. He stepped to the right of the basket moving two feet away taking the shot. Easy. At least it should’ve been.

Yoongi took the shot his wrist still flicked downward in the air as he stood on his toes, you both watched as the ball fell through the hoop bouncing after its fall. He grabbed the ball handing it too you. You stood in the exact same spot he did before you, you tried to copy his movements exactly but somehow the ball rolled around the rim before falling over the side causing your boyfriend to snicker.

“Oh shut up,” you said folding your hands across your chest.

“Ahem.” He said pulling at your jacket, you rolled your eyes slowly reaching for the zipper before you stretched your own rules.

You reached down taking off one of your shoes, slipping a sock off your foot.

“No no no no. You’re cheating me now.” He said, reaching for your arms.

You ran quickly throwing your shoe near your bags in the grass.

“That isn’t cheating, that was a piece of clothing.”

“Whatever, you have an H now.” He said rolling his eyes grabbing the ball from your hands. He walked three ft away from his original position getting ready to shoot the ball until he paused. “I have a rule change.”

“What?” You asked genuinely interested by his new suggestion.

“Instead of us picking the clothing we take off how ourselves how about we let each other do it.” He suggested spinning the basketball at the tip of his finger.

“Okay I’m game,” you said taking your jacket off. “This is my freebie.” You said noticing the look of annoyance crossing his features.

He took the shot again, making it. You cursed yourself as you took yours again as well the ball bouncing against the side of the rim once again falling to the other side. You heard him snicker as you tossed him the ball harder than intended causing him to rub his chest. He came closer to you pulling down the sleeve of your shirt to pop your bra strap. You sighed in defeat quickly ridding yourself of the clothing item.

“Chilly huh?” He smirks noticing your perked up nipples poking through the thin cotton of the shirt.

You covered your breasts as Yoongi moved to the left side of the hoop, you watched his brows furrow in concentration before he took the shot. You admit it his skill was admirable but you wouldn’t let him win. You were stunned when the ball rolled around the rim before imitating yours by falling off the side.

“Shit.” You heard the word fall softly from his lips as he walked over to you. You looked at him as if he were the selection of clothes you couldn’t afford on every clothing site; but settled on a choice.

Your fingers ghosted over his crotch causing him to intake a sharp breath as he gripped harder onto the ball. You pulled on the strings of his joggers playfully before stepping back. He smiled scornfully before stepping out of his shoes throwing them alongside your things, then pulling down his pants. Your smile disappeared as quickly as it came when you realized who had really won.

“You jerk! Who wears basketball shorts under joggers!?” You screamed hitting his arm before stealing the basketball out of his hand. He laughed pleased with your reaction as you lined up where he stood previously.

“Don’t get your panties in a twist, what that’s an H and an O for you. And a H for me.” He said smacking his lips.

The game went on like this with banter in between but halfway between Yoongi’s lack of everything but his basketball shorts and you running around on the pavement sockless, something shifted the mood. You dribbled quickly trying to get the basketball to the end of the court when Yoongi came up behind you wrapping an arm around your waist he lifted his free arm up in the air to block any shot you attempted to take.

“Back up,” you said your voice barely above a whisper as you felt your cheeks heat up.

“I’m just playing ball,” he said before grabbing you in a kiss. Before you could process the situation your hands were already in his hair as your legs wrapped around his waist he walked you backwards near the small building that held a few stalls for those who couldn’t hold it as he grinded himself into you.

Yoongi kissed you fervently, bringing a shaking hand under your shirt to cup your breast, using the other to tug anxiously at the fabric. You moaned barely able to hold yourself up as he brought your nipple between his fingers pinching it.

A nervous huff passed between his lips as he pressed them eagerly to yours, he wasn’t sure whether you would both get caught but the idea only thrilled him more. He stopped to look at you causing you to pout. He pushed your body back up against the wall which made you wonder when you had wandered away from it. You breathe was coming out in small little puffs now in the cool air but you weren’t cold. You both were in slow motion as you pulled off his basketball shorts that rested just barely on his hips.

He helped you out of your jeans, hands still shaking and sweat still running against his temple the high of the night never ending. You looked up to notice he was staring at at you making you self conscious.

“What,” you whispered as he took your face in his hands leaning down to press a kiss tenderly against your lips.

“Nothing,” he whispered back against your lips, you. He kissed you once again deepening it bringing you back to the fast pace you had once been at.

A low throaty growl rolled up from his chest as he parted his lips to claim the skin on your neck. He’d only ever want you and after you teased him for so long on the court he wasn’t going to wait another moment. Impatient hands gripped at your arms as he pinned you against the wall before moving to tug your underwear down your legs. He made quick work as he tugged on them rashly throwing them aside.

“Be quiet okay?” Yoongi said as you watched his head dip down between your legs the sight of it enough to make you tremble. You only let out a small whimper as you felt fingers rub up and down against your slit. You could feel yourself growing wetter by the second at the thought of his tongue against you.

He rubbed your clit making small circles, you knew he was just teasing you now only making you grow angrier by the second but that anger soon dissolved as he slipped two fingers into you not giving you time to adjust your face twisted into pain causing him to wince.

“I know baby, I know, I just don’t want to risk us being caught.” He whispered leaning up for a second to place a kiss near your mouth.

It was tiny and full of concern as he returned to his position on his knees speeding up his pace. Pain soon turned into pleasure as your orgasm crept up on you. You moaned quietly, chest heaving as you tried to be as quiet as possible. You gasped as his he licked a thin strip against your core, smirking at your reaction. You held his head in place as he returned his mouth to your core tongue keeping pace with his fingers. You gripped onto his hair with one hair while the other pushed against the wall, you were now doing everything in your power to keep from riding his face.

Yoongi watched from below as you came undone, legs already beginning to shake he held you in place with his free hand bringing you to your high. You felt something familiar coil in your stomach as you released onto his fingers attempting to steady your own breathing. He brought them too his lips slowly sucking standing back up taking his place between your legs. You lost your balance for a second only to have Yoongi gripping onto your waist.

“Just hold on for a bit more,” he cooed. You felt his member straining against the fabric of his shorts as he released his own self giving hisself two quick pumps before lining himself up at your entrance.

He gripped onto your hips causing you to yelp in surprise.

“Jump,” he said. You quickly obeyed wrapping your legs around him, he pushed into you without difficulty, hips moving roughly.

You were used to his rough paces as your hands found their way in his hair and on the back of his neck, he buried his face in the crook of your neck groaning, making his way up to the spot behind your ear that drove you close to insanity. You moaned loudly when he’d found what he was looking for, as he sped up his thrusts. You felt as he leaned one leg against the wall attempting to hit a spot he only knew against your walls.

You never wanted this to come to an end as his thrusts became erratic he was attempting to hold on for your benefit. You felt your stomach tighten once again as you screamed his name, walls tightening around him. He quickly pulled out of you pulling you to your knees pushing his member in your mouth you already knew what to do as you brought a hand to the end of his length pumping him to his own orgasm. You felt something warm hit the back of your throat as Yoongi threw his head back trying to catch his own breath.

You swallowed pulling yourself back up to your knees as he placed himself back in his shorts. He wiped the corner of your mouth pushing your hair out of your face.

“Maybe I should let you win more often.” He said laughing. You stood in shock hitting his arms, he closed his eyes twisting up his face at your blows.

“Yah!!” He yelled pushing your arms away.

“Whatever,” you said rolling your eyes slipping on your jeans. As both of you dressed in silence you couldn’t help but to smirk at the thought of the marks that littered your skin.

You walked comfortably in silence to your discarded things that lay in the grass before making your way back to your apartment. You felt shocked as you felt his fingers interlace with yours, something you both rarely divulged in. You looked up as he smiled at you kissing your forehead.

“You’re still a loser,” he said causing you to return to hitting him again as you both laughed into the night.

it’s weird how little thought i’ve previously put in my exile’s looks considering: 1) fave game 2) i go for the visuals first thing usually? but now i did! she’s a grumpy general and getting too old for this shit.

ok so. the thing i love most about the original movie trilogy and the one thing i like the first kotor over the second: costumes/clothes (well ok kotor1>kotor2 pc clothes and armor, the crew has nicer stuff in 2). a little ratty and simple and so much brown oh my god. not sure i’m feeling the coat in that colour there. it should probably be brown.


Couldn’t fit these into my set, but like…Nathan’s butt and Essie’s adorable hopping. Would be a crime not to post


inspired by this post. that stage play photoshoot thing is giving me feels I think I need help…

Whatever you do, don’t think about Kit letting you drive his truck. About how he loves when you drive it because your smell lingers in the seats. How one day when you’re driving, the truck breaks down and you have to call him at a payphone to come get you. How he decides then and there to teach you how to fix cars. How he rolls up his sleeves to his forearms and lifts the hood of the car. How when he props it open, his arm muscle flexes. How he teaches you to fix it thoroughly, each word rolling off his tongue in that gorgeous accent. How he ends up getting hot and has to take off his uniform shirt, leaving him only in a thin white tank. Don’t think about how he soon has grease and oil on his hands. Don’t think about the proud smile he gets when you lean in and help fix the truck. Don’t think about how he notices you sweating from the summer heat and eyes you up and down. Don’t think about him suddenly grabbing your rear, staining your clothes with his oil handprint. And whatever you do, don’t imagine him dragging you into the car, laying you across the front seats and fucking you right there, sweat soaking your entire bodies as he thrusts so hard that the entire truck sways.

Hahahahahah fuck

Short Waltz and a Long Fuse

Because now that everyone else wrote Fusion fics, I can throw mine in too


“Got your shots?”

Spy turned, seeing the Sniper leaning against the door to his room, grin on his lips. “How did you get in here?”

Sniper lifted a small cigarette case from his breast pocket, holding it up. “You left this in my camper last week. Anyway, how’s your arm?”

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i like thinking of lily finding out about james’ quirks over the years and pretending to get really annoyed with them but secretly loves them

  • like the way he taps his fingers whenever he is thinking 
  • or the way he’s always doodling in his notebook 
  • and how all of his notes are missing the corners because he uses them for passing notes
  •  and how he likes his music loud and obscure. 
  •  or how his sleeves are always rolled up (james seriously?? its practically snowing and your stupid sleeves are still rolled up??)
  • or how his glasses are a little to big for his face so he is always repairing them because they fling off every five minutes
  • because he is so animated when he talks moving his head and arms around (accidentally hitting people more than once)
  • and she especially loves the way he is always taping out a melody to some piece that he is learning even though he rarely has time to play the piano any more
  • and how he will do practically anything for the other marauders no matter how ridiculous it seems.