i am stripped :(


[And let’s take a lot of photos, together, me and you]

*blushing hard* taking a short break from serious artwork for zine project.

Tried to do quicker coloring & lining style so I do all the coloring in one base layer :v

I can’t stop drawing him. And now comic strips– *blame it all to my hands*

V deserves love. I’ll give a lot of it for him :)))

IG: @ elleellenic

anonymous asked:

i need a list of all the stupid shit no one would expect Bitty to do other than trying to pick Tater up on the ice

okay so i had this half written and then didnt touch my computer for a week oops. so a list of stupid shit bitty has done that no one expects despite the fact he is a college student, a hockey player, a boy, and only 21:

  1. shotgunned a beer at 10am the friday before finals bc fuck his life he’d been studying all week and if he aint ready now hes never gonna be
  2. once nearly took out the legs of the dining room table trying to escape a post workout holster by sliding through the kitchen
  3. ate a cold pizza straight from the box for breakfast because he was running late to class and it had been left on the table the night before
  4. nearly fell off the roof while smoking with shitty and lardo
  5. actually fell into the school swimming pool when the current seniors decided they wanted to break into the pool at 3am on a whim
  6. nearly got arrested for trespassing in the park after dark bc shitty decided he wanted to play frisbee in the dark at 11pm
    1. bitty actually was the least likely to get arrested considering he straight up vaulted over a short brick wall and tore down the side of hill away from the cop car
    2. the others were honestly really impressed with his reaction time
  7. did several chinese fire drills with the frogs the last time they drove to providence to see the falcs play (nursey nearly didn’t make it back into the car the very last time)
  8. did a shot of absinthe to prove that his alcohol tolerence was amazing fuck you very much zack jimmermann
  9. woke up the next morning on the cursed couch with a box of mickey d’s chicken nuggets sitting on his stomach and possibly a rash from said cursed couch
  10. bus surfed (as in, balancing in the aisles without holding on not on top of the bus) on the local bus and nearly killed an old lady
  11. rode down the Haus stairs in a laundry basket bc other than lardo and foxtrot he was the only one who would fit (lardo was too stressed and foxtrot has done some stupid shit with the boys but she at least has that much sense)

honestly i could probably come up with more but this was getting long

Liam Payne, you beautiful talented creature. Strip that down is not an easy song to perform live. No Quavo, no rap piece to bolster it. Liam had to carry it on his own, and he did it and how. He was nervous but he picked up so smoothly. THOSE NOTE CHANGES LIKE, CLASSIC LIAM. And my boy’s got moves. POC DANCERS. LIAM DANCING WHILE SINGING. LIAM’S WHOLE PERFORMANCE WAS SOOOOO SOOOO SPLENDID. As a viewer, I am so impressed but as a Liam stan, I am so proud. 💖💖


Of course I shall not forget L’s birthday www

Happy Halloween everyone <3


{synopsis} dallas winston asks you for a lighter, igniting more than just his cigarette’s flame

{warnings} sex god dally in all his naked glory, fingering, dirty talk, smoking, drinking, smutty smut smut, get out your bibles kids, oral sex (fr), literally the whole package, sensual dally, dom!dally

{pairing} dallas winston x fem!reader

{word count} 1526

   The night was cold, bitter, and dark. Your eyes shifted from the lit cigarette in your hand to the velvety black sky above, the expanse of it adorned with tiny white lights. The pounding music from inside Buck’s had given you a splitting migraine, and even as you took drags from your cigarette your head was dizzy. You peeked back inside the red-lit room, watching the dancing bodies move together along with the beat. Your eyes widened, though, as the people began to part for a darkly dressed, stumbling figure. He was tall and shaggy looking, chestnut colored hair sticking out at all angles from his head. He had pale skin and a mischievous smirk on his lips, a sign of trouble you didn’t want to deal with.

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I am the flag of the United States of America
My name is Old Glory.

I fly atop the world’s tallest buildings.
I stand watch in America’s halls of justice.
I fly majestically over great institutes of learning.
I stand guard with the greatest military power in the world.
Look up! And see me!

I stand for peace, honor, truth, and justice.
I stand for freedom.
I am confident … I am arrogant.
I am proud.

When I am flown with my fellow banners,
my head is a little higher,
my colors a little truer.

I bow to no one.
I am recognized all over the world.
I am worshipped.
I am saluted.
I am respected.
I am revered. I am loved.
And I am feared.

I have fought every battle of every war for more than 200 years…
Gettysburg, Shilo, Appomatox, San Juan Hill, the trenches of France,
the Argonne Forest, Anzio, Rome, the beaches of Normandy,
the deserts of Africa, the cane fields of the Philippines,
the rice paddies and jungles of Guam, Okinawa, Japan, Korea, Vietnam,
and a score of places long forgotten by all but those who were with me.

I was there!

I led my soldiers.
I followed them.
I watched over them…
They loved me.
I was on a small hill in Iwo Jima.
I was dirty, battle-worn and tired,
but my soldiers cheered me,
and I was proud.

I have been soiled, burned, torn and trampled on the streets of countries
I have helped set free.
It does not hurt … for I am invincible.
I have been soiled, burned, torn and trampled on the streets of my country,
and when it is by those with whom I have served in battle … it hurts.
But I shall overcome … for I am strong.

I have slipped the bonds of Earth
and stand watch over the uncharted new frontiers of space
from my vantage point on the moon.

I have been a silent witness to all of America’s finest hours.
But my finest hour comes
when I am torn into strips to be used for bandages
for my wounded comrades on the field of battle.
when I fly at half mast to honor my soldiers…
and when I lie in the trembling arms
of a grieving mother at the graveside of her fallen son.

I am proud.
My name is Old Glory.
Dear God … Long may I wave!

batbrothers came to visit

Dick: -opens Tim’s cupboards only to be met with row upon row of coffee bags-

Dick: Tim, do you have like, real food?

Tim: -gestures absentmindedly at his living room while sipping his fifth cup of the hour-

Jason: -chilling on the couch next to an opened bag of chips-

Jason: Don’t ask, it’s coffee flavored. I ate three pieces two days ago and I haven’t slept since.