i couldn't help it oh man

anonymous asked:

I hadn't punched in yet and was getting a water bottle at self-check. Man in his mid 30s sees my apron in hand, says "oh you work here, help me figure this out" and puts his stuff on my self-check? I pull out my debit to finish my purchase and he's like "what are you doing??" "Um. Buying my water bottle?" And he looks confused as if it's so hard to understand that he just interrupted me off-clock because he couldn't ask my coworker that's in charge of self-check (standing 10 feet away) for help.

Beauty & the Barnes Part 1


@mariathedorkydragon Request: Can i request a Bucky Barnes x Reader. Kinda like Beauty and The Beast. It doesnt have to be a full on muiti-chapter but like something where Bucky doesnt like Reader. But shes so nice to him and he slowly starts to fall in love with her. Thank you!

A/N: Omg this is the best request ever! What a great idea! Thank you and I hope you enjoy it! This will be multi-chapter because why not?

Warning: swearing but not Deadpool standard

Originally posted by wintersthighs

“Hey Dad, invent anything new today?” you looked down at the various parts of metal scattered across the floor.

Your Dad was the famous Tony Stark- famous in Manhattan for being crazy but you believed he was a genius who was going to change the world.

“Still working on JARVIS, he still has some bugs I need to iron out. You going out to the market?” he looked up at you from his work station.

She`s so much like her mother he thought as he noticed your proud glances at his invention.

“Yep, I`m heading down to get some new books. I finished Tolstoy yesterday” you smiled.

“Very well, go read you weirdo…most kids are out partying like I did at your age” he teased.

“That`s how I was created” you jested back.

He grinned, “I wouldn’t have it any other way. Now go!” he shooed you out of his workshop and you grabbed your purse to head out into the New York spring air.

The market was only a short stroll away as you passed by the bakery that served you your morning coffee most days.

A woman and her little girl were laughing where they sat at a table on the dining patio as the mother read a children`s book.

Your heart ached as you thought of your mother. She died when you were five in a car accident and your Dad was devastated. He has never gotten over Pepper and even dedicated his inventions to her memory.

You strolled down the busy streets and wished you lived in a small Provincial town like those in France, they seemed so quaint compared to the constant buzz that surrounded you.

The market finally appeared and you made your way to the tiny book shop in the back, ignoring the whispers about you.

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anonymous asked:

Hello! I was wondering if you could help me find a story. I read it a while ago and couldn't find it since, so I do apologize for misinformation. It's in the perspective of a man who was testing this creature with his colleagues. The thing escaped and killed everyone except for him and it only existed if the knowledge of itself was known. This means the man was contemplating whether or not to sacrifice himself to end the creature or to let it escape and be known all around the world. Thanks!

Oh man I don’t know this one, though it sounds really interesting. 

If anyone knows the title, please sound off in the comments. Thanks!

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Glancing around the room the Little Sister stuck her bottom lip out in a pout.  She hadn’t left her paintbrush in here either!  Hearing a quiet voice however the girl paused.  Turning her head Shylow stared curiously at the scientist.  Tiny feet padding over to the man she stood on tip toes to try and get a better look at the photograph.

Why was he singing to that picture?  Did he not know the pretty lady couldn’t hear him?  Oh!  Maybe she was a ghost!

She would listen to him sing for another moment or so before pipping up.  “Doctor” she said, unable to pronounce the man’s last name, and pointing to the photo “who’s dat?”

How About Cuddling Some Zico....

So like imagine he rushes home because you just got the most terrible news or maybe today was the day from hell and he’s watching you pace around explaining everything and nothing at all because he can’t really understand what you’re saying under your sobs but there’s no way in hell he’ll make you repeat it. All he knows that whatever’s going on or whatever happened is terrible and he needs to listen attentively and hold you hand when you reach for him. Now he’s not a big cuddle person in my opinion, but it’s probably because he’s never been cuddled right before so at first he’s kinda just ghosting around you until you finally catch on and nuzzle into him more pulling him closer to you and releasing all the tension in his spine and he’s starting to understand that he won’t break you if he just holds you a little harder, and a little more- and before you know it the tension is releasing from your spine too and you sigh in relief because damn it was building up you thought you’d snap in two from the pressure but somehow it’s been washed away. And you sigh deeply into his chest and cry a few more tears till until your eyes a too raw and he’s getting fancy on you rubbing circles into your shoulders and kissing your forehead because he’s confident in caring for you- he knows now that he didn’t need to have an answer for your sorrows he just needed to be willing to listen to them and you marvel at him because he’s not used to this he’s used to you being able to take care of yourself but every now and then this feeling, Jesus he’s going to crave it now. The synchrony between you is on another level because he doesn’t rattle on about what to do next he just simply says “I’m here-” and it’s not something he read somewhere in a stupid list of things to say when you don’t know what to say, he genuinely means that he is here with you right now in this moment feeling everything you’re feeling because he’s watched every single one of your vertebrae unhinge itself under his touch and he truly believes in his ability to take on the world with you. And you’re beaming because it’s so much more than him being considerate, it’s him being a man living up to a promise he never had to say out loud. And you’re both in a state of bliss giggling like fools with faces pressed so close to each other you can see the laugh lines forming in his eyes and you think for the first time in your life that the horrors of this world aren’t so terrifying after all.


I’ve always, always wanted to meet you….

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Title: Beauty in the Eye of the Beholder
AU: Flower shop across the street from a Tattoo shop AU
Summary: Rei loved flowers. Big, small, extravagant, or simple – they were always beautiful. An art form that had no appeal for him, however, were tattoos. So when he came in early one day to open up his family’s flower shop and saw the sign, Samezuka Tattoos, he just about had an aneurysm.
(Part 1 of a gift for the Queen of RinRei. fallen-lucifiel. This is way off from a picnic date but when this came to my mind, I just had to write it. I hope you enjoy the story!)

Rei loved flowers.

Big, small, extravagant, or simple – they were always beautiful. And as a man of finer tastes, Rei always had an appreciation, for what he considered, the finer things in life.

Like pretty dresses.

Foam art on coffee.

And there was also the beauty of sports, like track and swimming.

They were all forms of art in his eyes. But an art form that had no appeal in Rei’s eyes, however, were tattoos. He didn’t get why some people enjoyed riddling their skin with funky, often weird, pictures.

It made no sense.

So when Rei came in early to open his family’s flower shop that day and saw a sign that read, Samezuka Tattoos, across the street, he just about had an aneurysm.

“What is this?!”

Riku Ryugazaki shot his brother a lazy, apathetic look of irritation. It was too early in the morning to hear Rei’s pterodactyl screeching. “I’m looking over inventory again.” He waved the clipboard in his hand before staring back at the plants in the ‘Fridge’, as the two of them often called it.

“Not that.” Rei shot his brother a ‘C’mon be serious’ look before pulling him to the front of the shop, his arms making a grand gesture at the major problem before them. “That!”

Riku blinked, unimpressed. “Rei, I need to see haw many daffodils we still have in stock.” Then with a flick on the tip of the shorter blunette’s nose, the elder made his way back to where he was previously. “It’s not that big a deal.”

Rei gasped in horror. “Having such a mistake near all these flowers, ” He looked back at the looming tattoo parlour with a glare and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “It’s a disgrace to all things beautiful!” In frustration, he clenched his fists.

Rei’s mother, Hiyoko, appeared around the corner with a look of concern. “What’s wrong, Rei?”

“The tattoo shop across the street happened.” Riku answered before Rei had the chance.

With a noise of pleasant surprise, the Ryugazaki matriarch smiled. “Oh, it’s finally open?” She gave a small clap of enjoyment after turning around to look at it. “Well, it’s not ready for business yet, but it probably will be sometime this week or next week. They must have done all the finishing touches last night.”

“Wait you all knew about this?” Rei gaped.

Hiyoko nodded in confirmation, “I thought you already knew, sweetie.”

Her assumption couldn’t have been more wrong. From the shark-like design that served as the shop’s door, Rei thought it was a pet store that specialized in selling fish. The building, er studio, was medium-sized, about the size of the flower shop. It was dark in colouring, Rei figured it was to make any fish tanks on display seem more vibrant at night.

Rei had been excited.

Fish were beautiful. Well, most of them were.

But that excitement had completely deflated with this revelation.

Rei’s father, Yuu, clamped a hand on his shoulder. “Oh cheer up scamp.” The middle-aged man grinned.

The blunette’s violet eyes averted their gaze, “But it’s not beautiful.” Permanent art was different with a living canvas. Every mistake, every screw up, was on that person’s skin forever. The thought of that happening to him nearly made Rei cringe.

“Never mind your personal preferences. You’ll treat the owner with respect, understand?” Hiyoko’s tone left no room for an argument, and reluctantly, Rei nodded. “Good. Now Riku, did you double check-”

“Yes ma’am.” Riku walked over and placed the clipboard in his mother’s hands. “Everything is accounted for and we should be getting that new shipment of carnations next week.” Hiyoko gave a pleased smile.

Life in the Ryugazaki Flower Shop was starting to bloom (pun somewhat intended).

Riku ruffled Rei’s hair, “Come on, little brother. Time to make some arrangements.” That made Rei feel a little better. At least that accursed shop wouldn’t open for a few days from the looks of it, so that meant a few days of beautiful peace.


Tying his butterfly print apron around his body, Rei set off to work. Making arrangements was Rei’s favourite activity in the shop. There was nothing like the thrill of making a fragrant focal point with equally fragrant accents beautiful and turning it into a customer’s dream. His lips spread into a smile as he grabbed a large vase and when he got back to his and Riku’s joint workspace, there were ferns, ivy, baby’s breath, tulips, daisies, lilies, and gladioluses. “Do you want me to get a vase for you too?”

Riku nodded gratefully, “Yeah, thanks. I’ll get the plant food.” 

Despite the questioning, this had become more of routine habit for two of them ever since they were trusted with the floral knives to cut stems. Rei got the vases and filled them with water, Riku got the plants for the day and plant food, Hiyoko usually managed the phone and big orders, and Yuu mainly did the deliveries.

Even if it was just another way Hiyoko got her family to spend time with one another, Rei loved it here.

The smells were pleasant and the atmosphere was warm, even when it got the occasional chill froma  high maintenance customer.

“Aaaand, we’re open!” Rei’s father announced proudly.

“But we might as well be closed, we’ve hardly been getting any customers lately.” Riku complained, trying to decide which colour tulip would go best with the white gladioluses he chose.

Hiyoko chuckled, “Just wait till dance season comes. The time for corsages, bouquets, and whatnot. You’ll wish for more calm days.” Funnily enough, dance season was right around the corner.

Rei smiled ambitiously, “I want to do an arrangement for a wedding one day.” He had yet to do one.

Yuu made a face, “No you don’t son,” he shuddered from a memory. “I’ve dealt with one too many bridezillas in the past, specifically your Aunt Atsuko. Warm child my behind.”

“Dear!” Hiyoko gave Yuu’s arm a light, playful slap. “Not in front of the boys!”

“She’s their least favourite Aunt anyway, ow!”

Rei and Riku laughed at the scene before them. Aunt Atsuko was, for a lack of a better word, a bridezilla in and out of weddings. Everything, from her seasonings to her sticky notes, had to be meticulously organized or there would be a need for funeral arrangements for everyone within a five mile radius.

And finished! Rei placed his hands on his hips proudly. Three stargazer lilies with five accompanying gladiolus flowers in the back, ferns and ivy with a few brunches of baby’s breath filling the holes. The degrees and angles they are all set at don’t clash… Perfect! “This might possibly be my most beautiful piece!”

“You say that about every piece you make, Rei.” Riku teased. He was just finishing up his own arrangement. White gladioluses, pink tulips.

“But it’s feels wrong to not say that about each one.” Rei replied and he placed the arrangement on a display column. It felt like saying one of your friends was better than the other. It didn’t settle with him right.

Their mother gave a huff of amusement, watching her boys. “Rei gets that from me. I used to talk to the flowers here all the time when I was pregnant with him, maybe that’s the reason.”

It probably explained Rei’s sense of beauty as well, but no one was going to say anything.

Rei grabbed another vase and Riku, blinked. “Oh yeah, Dad,” Riku called over his shoulder. “The Konami Delivery is today right?”

After hearing his name being called, the male walked back into the flower shop from the backdoor. “Yup,” he was looking over the map for his routes. He wasn’t much of a believer in the GPS system. “But that’s one pretty close by so I could probably just walk there… But the walk back will clash with my 1:30 and 2:00 deliveries time-wise.”  He looked over at his wife, “Yoko, do you have any plans for today?”

“I still need to finish up the puppy arrangements for today.” Hiyoko answered thoughtfully. “But I’m sure if I get the first ten done, I’ll be able to finish the other ten when I get back in time before Yoshimura-san gets here.” Yoshimura was the neighbourhood dog lover, who worked over at the pound. He was a regular here.

“I can do it.” Rei cut in. 

Yuu and Hiyoko looked in his direction, “Really?”

Rei nodded, “Riku-nii-san, did the last walk-in delivery, so I can do this one.” With a smile of reassurance, Rei pushed up his glasses. “I’ll just need the directions and coordinates–”

“Oookay, dear.” Hiyoko sweatdropped. Where Rei got his need to calculate everything, she had no clue.

“So what time must I leave at?” Rei asked, walking over to his dad.


Then after making several more arrangements with his brother and contemplating whether or not he’d be seeing his childhood friend, Haruka that day, the time for Rei to leave finally arrived.

Rei readjusted his grip on the giant delivery for the third time in a row. It was a ‘birthday cake’ made entirely of orange and yellow daisies. “I’m off!” He called over his shoulder, to his surprise, Riku was already outside of the door.

“Be safe out there, Rei.” Riku said warily. “Don’t talk to strangers, and make sure you look both ways before crossing the streets.”

“What am I a child?” Rei sweatdropped.

Riku fake sniffled and shoved his face into his hands. “My baby is growing up and finally going into the big, cold world!”

Rei rolled his eyes but he couldn’t help but laugh anyway. “I’ll make sure to visit.” He took a step forward, but he stopped. “Oh, and make sure that Mother doesn’t forget about the food in the oven.” Well mini-oven, mircrowave thing.

“Oh, I’m already on it.” With their mother’s clumsy tendencies she usually burnt or straight up ruined meals. But the meals she didn’t mess up were quite good, so the Ryugazaki males of the house made it a tendency to watch over their dinner like hawks when it was her night to cook. “Today’s my night in the kitchen. I’m making stew tonight.”

With a sound of acknowledgement, Rei started his walking again feeling decent for the day, but after unintentionally looking over at Samezuka Tattoos, he felt drained.

At the very least this gave him thirty minutes away from that atrocity.

And, Rei noted, the warm tones of the flowers seemed to be telling him to cheer up. At least he hoped so, he couldn’t remember the specific meanings behind yellow and orange daisies.

It was nice.

Flowers were nicer company in comparison to humans on occasions.

 ‘They don’t talk, but they still have voices’, his mother once told him. He hadn’t really understood that until he experienced teasing from his fellow classmates back in elementary and middle school. 

Rei had got up to the second light when he readjusted his hands again. He was getting closer to his destination at last, he realized with a smile.

A cherry blossom passed through the corner of his eye and Rei looked up, his smile growing. In a few months, the cherry blossoms would be in full bloom. The Hanami Festival was his favourite holiday. He couldn’t wait to see it once more.

“’Scuse me!”

Rei fell out his stupor just in time to see the jogger running towards him, and with a start, clumsily moved one side of the sidewalk. “Woah!” A pair of large hands under the arrangement steadied him from falling and dropping anything. 

The bespeculated boy released a sigh of relief as he saw the daisies made it unscathed. “Thank goodness,” with a small gulp, Rei looked up to see his helper. “Thank you…” Rei was speechless.

This boy was gorgeous!

He had semi-long maroon colored hair and a vibrant pair of red eyes. “It’s no problem.” Rei held his breath as the boy’s moving lips revealed two rows of shark-like teeth. “You think you can hold this on your own now?” He had on a track suit, his sleeves still rolled down despite how warm it must have been gaining all that heat from moving around.

“Oh! Yes!” Rei flushed in embarrassment and fixed his grip once again. “Sorry for disturbing your run.”

The boy just shrugged dismissively. “It’s fine.” He looked down at the floral cake with a whistle. “Is this a delivery or…?”

“Oh, it’s a delivery.” With another start, Rei remembered he was running on a limited time. “Er, I still need to deliver it actually.”

Jog Man, as Rei was now going to label him, was nonchalant. “Alright, you don’t mind the company do you? I don’t get to see flower boys too often.” He was grinning teasingly.

At first, Rei thought he was being made fun of, but after seeing the lack of ill will in those red eyes he nodded and made their way to the other sidewalk. “Thank you again for helping me.”

“I don’t mind.” The maroon-haired individual replied. “Hey, I think I’ve seen you before.” Rei looked at him in surprise. “Do you work at that flower shop across from Samezukas?” He leaned in closer, well as close as it could be exceptionally allowed between strangers.

“Er, yes. Ryugazaki Flowers.” He mentioned the tattoo shop. Does that mean everyone else is only going to recognize us because we’re right by it? He felt more disdain for the parlour.

Jog Man brought Rei out of his thoughts. “Something wrong?”

Rei shook his hands, “No, I’m,” he averted his gaze. “Just not that fond of tattoos.”


Thankfully, the jogging stranger didn’t ask anymore questions on the subject. The only people that usually agreed with Rei’s opinion of tattoos were close-minded elderly people, not young adults radically changing the world. Especially not beautiful strangers with red eyes and shark-like teeth.

“So…” Jog Man started up again awkwardly, “You can make flower arrangements into cakes, huh?”

“Yes, and just about anything if you have the time and creativity for it.” Rei said excitedly. “Like puppies, pin wheels, a portrait.”

Jog Man chuckled, “Well I guess I’ll have to stop by and look at your shop then.”

Rei smiled, “Please do.” 

They chatted off-and-on the entire time, and when Rei finally reached his destination the near permanent smile on his face sank. Sure he made the delivery in time, but that meant that his time with this beautiful man was over. “Well, it was very nice talking to you.” He bowed as politely as he could with a large cake shape flower arrangement in his hands.

“Yeah, to you too.” Jog Man gave a smile of his own. “I’ll see you around then.” And with a two-fingered wave, the maroon-haired boy left and Rei looked on at his back for as long as he could before tapping on the door with his foot in a makeshift knocking motion.

He doubted he’d actually ever see Jog Man again.

That would be too coincidental, and even if they were to cross paths again it would be months from now for a special occasion, like flowers for his girlfriend. Sure there was no guarantee on Jog Man’s preference on potential partner’s, but with his luck, Rei figured he’d be taken nonetheless. 

Rei sighed, but perked up when he heard the locks turning on the other side of the door. “I’m here with your floral cake delivery, ma’am!”

But the moment was nice while it lasted.


“Rei, Mom wants you.”

Rei turned off the water hose and pulled a handkerchief out his pockets to dry them. “Coming.”

It had been a week since his clumsy encounter with the maroon-haired boy he called Jog Man and, as Rei expected, he hadn’t seen hair of him since. Funny enough, Rei still felt disappointed. Then to add on to his list of issues, Samezuka Tattoos had officially opened the previous day.

Now he had the ‘pleasure’ of seeing pictures in its windows, one of people wearing tattoos for advertisement. 


“Is something wrong, Mom?”

Hiyoko shook her head, “No, I just want you to do me a favour. I’m a little behind on this bouquet and Riku’s already helping me so I was wondering if you could do it.”

Rei didn’t see anything wrong with that, “Is it another delivery?” But once again, Hiyoko shook her head and she entered the pantry in the back of the shop. When she came out, she had a small box in her hand.

“Well, it sort of is,” She gave a warm smile. “Do you think you could give this to the fellows at that new tattoo shop? I wanted to give them some Ryugazaki hospitality.”

“Eh?” Rei felt his jaw drop. “Eeeeh?!”

The Ryugazaki woman held up Rei’s hands and placed the purple box in them. “Since you promised to be well-mannered with who ever opened up that shop, I figured that you could start by giving the owners these cookies.” From behind them, Rei swore he heard an amused sound of prevented laughter coming from Riku.

“B-but, what about Dad?”

“Now, now, you promised.” Hiyoko reminded sternly. “And your father isn’t here right now, he had an errand. So please be a dear and do this for your mother, I meant to do it earlier but, this is a really important bouquet.” Actually, every bouquet was important in Hiyoko’s eyes but Rei figured now wasn’t the best time to point that out.

With his head hungover in defeat, Rei sighed. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Make new friends little brother.”  Riku snickered and Rei glared over at him briefly before taking a slow sum of steps out the door.

He really didn’t want to do this.

The neon red ‘OPEN’ felt like it was mocking him. Daring him even. Or it might have been the shark-head design of the door.

Rei wasn’t sure how, but he felt like he was somewhere in the right direction with it. But having a stare down with the door seemed like the most illogical thing to do, from his and everyone else’s perspectives.

So with a deep breath, Rei opened the door. “Er, hello?” He called out to the empty parlour. It would probably take a while for the customers to come flocking in he supposed. “Hello!” Were they on break and just forgot to turn off the sign? He really wanted them to be on break.

“Yeah, I’m coming!” Came a voice from the back, it was muffled.

Another sigh escaped Rei’s lips, his discomfort getting to him. That was when he noticed the other figure in the room and jumped in surprise. “Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t realize you were here um…” The other person was a male, and he was very tall, with droopy teal eyes and dark brown hair. He was very intimidating.

“Are you the owner?” Rei asked at last.

The man gave a slight head movement, a nod(?), “Co-owner.” He gave Rei an up-down look over. “You want a tattoo or something?” 

“Hey, hey, Sousuke!” Came the voice from the backroom now sounding much more clearer now that it was out in the open. And much more familiar. “You aren’t scaring the customers are you?”

It couldn’t be. Rei’s eyes widened and he turned around.

It was; and without a track suit, revealing long tan arms decorated with long, bold tattoos. “Jog Man-san?”

‘Jog Man’ blinked in surprise, but he broke out into a grin. “Flower Boy!”

Rei wasn’t one to believe in things that were hard to prove, but he was quite sure this is what one would call God’s horrible idea of a joke.

Taking the Plunge

An Ode to Wet!Killian and the Olympics

Because @seethelovelyintheworld​ came up with this idea and I just could not get the image out of my head.

This’ll be fun, Ruby said. You’ll get to come with me to Rio! Ruby said.

The frown lines on Emma’s face grew deeper as she took in the now-green color of the diving pool. More like deflect the unwanted attention of male divers all day and be unable to smell anything except the lingering scent of chlorine, which was probably burning up all of her nose hairs by now.

She was contemplating all the ways she was going to return Ruby’s “favor” when the crowd cheered uproariously, jolting her back to the present as she realized yet another dive had been completed and she would soon be expected to hand the diver a towel, the job which Ruby had been so “generous” to bestow upon her in exchange for a trip to the games.

Ruby insisted that Emma would love getting an eyeful of all the divers’ bodies, but if “unimpressed” could be a state of mind, it was pretty much her entire country. After a day of being largely ignored or shamelessly hit on, Emma was ready to throw-in the towel. Literally.

That is, until she noticed one very wet, very naked form plunging up through the surface of the pool like a man being reborn.

He flung the water from his ebony hair with a flick of his neck and opened his eyes, revealing blue irises more radiant than the sky, and Emma felt time stand still as she absorbed the entire picture he made, dark chiseled features contrasting sharply with the soft color of his eyes and the fleshy pink of his lips.

She was so entranced her mouth hung open as she watched him climb effortlessly out of the pool, his movements cat-like and nimble as he sauntered towards her, the vague memory of watching a leopard roam through the jungle passing through her mind as his sleek dark hair glistened in the glare of the overhead lights.

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Perseus wants a hug... So does Percy Jackson
  • Percy: Dad, can I get a hug?
  • Poseidon: I'm a cool dad, percy. Cool dads dont give their kids hugs
  • Percy: ...
  • -
  • Percy: Mom, can I get a hug?
  • Sally: /on the phone with Paul/ What's that, hun? I couldn't hear you
  • Percy: Nevermind...
  • -
  • Percy: So, uh, Nico.. Wanna hug?
  • Nico: Percy... I just told you for the thousandth time. You're not my type
  • Percy: But...
  • Nico: /turns around/ Hey, Will! wait for me!
  • -
  • Percy: Hey, man. Can I get-
  • Jason: No, percy. Just, no.
  • Percy: What? It's just a bro-to-bro hug
  • Jason: No /walks out/
  • -
  • Percy: Zhang?
  • Frank: Oh, uhm... /gulps/ I, uh.. Wait did you hear that
  • Percy: What-? I didn't hear anything
  • Frank: No, uh, I think that was Hazel calling me for, uh, help, err, something. See you later, Perce!
  • -
  • Percy: Hey annabeth, I know you're busy and all but.. can I get a hug?
  • Annabeth: Maybe later, seaweed brain.
  • Percy: /sad face/
  • Annabeth: Oh fine c'mere

Really, Moffat?! That’s all you have to know? Because understanding who the Doctor is and what he’s been through in his life doesn’t matter at all, right? I guess you really do think he is only a mad man in a box.

From Entertainment Weekly #1295

madeoficeandfire  asked:

Headcanon that Kanda makes Neah "go away" by calling him Allen instead of beansprout

Oh my god yes

Considering Allen’s reaction when Kanda called him Allen last time, that can bring Allen back. 

And once he’s back Kanda will probably be “Dear god Beansprout never do that again I feel dirty” “… Thanks Bakanda.”

(they ofc end up making out later when Johnny isn’t here)

Fairy Princess, Wicked Witch (a freezerburn fic)

Summary: During a strange argument, Yang accidentally asks Weiss out on a date. Weiss intentionally accepts. Fluff ensues.
Word Count: 5615

A commision for Opalord. Thank you! 

The door opened to a familiar sight: Ruby and Weiss laughing together over some private conversation, the both of them resting on Weiss’ bunk with Ruby’s head on her lap. This wouldn't have been so strange to Yang if it didn't immediately cut short as soon as they both spotted her. That part was out of the ordinary, triggering the feeling that they might have been talking about her. Sucking her lower lip between her teeth, Ruby’s eyes darted away as she held her breath, visibly shaking with restrained laughter.

They had definitely been talking about her.

“Hey now,” Yang said, pulling off her blazer and tossing it over the nearest desk. “You two want to clue me in on what’s so funny?”

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  • Spock: I cannot believe I forgot my communicator... I hope Jim liked his birthday present yesterday... Oh he called.
  • [You have 17 new messages]
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  • Jim: Hey Spock, thanks for the bazinga t-shirt it's... great. I was just calling because I may need a ride later tonight, Chekov can't drive, and I ran Sulu's Mazda into a ditch after we watched Fast and Furious Five on Netflix together.
  • Sulu: You still owe me for that.
  • Jim: Yeah yeah, I got you. Mazdas are really flammable did you know that? I didn't know that. Well, I do now... But anyway I'll call you later if we need a pick up from the show alright?
  • Bones: *grunting*
  • Jim: WOO! Bones you're up!
  • [End of Message]Spock: I'm not listening to all of these *skips to the final message*
  • [Message 17]
  • Jim: Oh my god is he dead?!? Why did you put him in the car!?
  • Uhura: Just shut up and keep driving to the hospital!
  • Scotty: When are we getting to Chuck E Cheese?
  • Jim: Scotty shut up! Spock, please pick up the phone, we're in so much trouble! The Iggy Azalea show went South, so we decided to make our own but... Oh man, oh man, Pick up your stupid phone! Go to my desk, open the dark drawer and burn everything inside! But hold your breath while you're doing it! Use that stupid t-shirt you got me to help the fire, you gotta do this Spock!
  • Bones: Truck!
  • All: *screaming*
  • [End of Message]

hold up

If Rhys can use the palm of his hand to bring up holographic images, like so

Then doesn’t that reason (or rather RHYSon huehue; I’ll show myself out) that Jack could’ve projected himself through it (Princess Leia style) to show he was actually in Rhys’ head to Vaughn and/or Fiona/Sasha when they asked him to prove this fact? Not to mention, if Jack could dig into Rhys’ files and start bringing up other images and–

Y’know what. I’m gonna stop right there. I… Don’t know what to do with this newly enlightened possibility now.

anonymous asked:

I've been avoiding spoilers but couldn't help but see the latest of Bucky -- squinting in full sun. I'm distressed that he's abandoned eye-black when he actually *needs* it. Do you have an opinion on his shading game?

Oh, man, that is a serious question for so early in the morning. 

I guess you mean this picture? (I was going to crop it but I couldn’t crop out Clint! He’s in promos!)

Okay, first, can I just … not only did he bulk up, but he filled in a bit of weight on his face. He’s got squishy, adorable cheeks. Look at that sweet muffin of destruction! I feel the eyeblack here would only detract. 

Now with the eyeblack, his eyes really pop here. Pop with death and murder. I like the smoke rising in the background. 

Again, a lot of the eyeblack here is really contributing to his eyes. They stand out in a scene that was hella dark. They’re very intense, very focused, very cold, very murdery. 

But, once they sort of establish that idea that a lot of what’s going on with the Winter Soldier, with Bucky, is going on in his eyes, they move away from the eyeblack pretty quickly in CA:TWS. Which is fine, because then Sebastian Stan brings it with the eye acting, and he’s fantastic. 

I like this one because of how quickly “Who the hell is Bucky?” turns into:

It’s not even half a second. His face just goes immediately from “what?” to “DIE”. 

Focused murder strut.

Focused grand theft aircraft.

Confusion and sadness (my heart)


Horror. (horror gets me every time. it’s so awful. i mean, it’s great, but awful. you can see it roll over him. I don’t know what he’s remembering, but something in him is saying this is not the guy you kill, this is the guy you protect, and he just shatters)

I … I don’t know. I like being able to see his whole face, and his eyes, because he does so, so much with them. I think I have to come down on the side of I’m not sorry to not see the eyeblack. Plus, as Mythbusters demonstrated, eyeblack really only works best when you’re wearing a hat on your head, keeping down the reflection from your cheeks to the bill, and thus out of your eyes. Yes. So …

In conclusion: