i look good in that top hat

anonymous asked:

What are your favorite Auston and Mitch moments?

good question, anon. let’s begin:

I’ll add more as we go along with their adventures


In the painting scene, there’s a really well edited moment that goes from a shot of Thor putting on a hat on that cuts to a similar shot of Shaolin putting his helmet on before revving up his motorcycle. But did anyone else get a good look at the type of hat he was putting on?


It’s a really quick shot (the time stamp is between 32:46-32:47) so I had to rewind a few times to get a decent enough picture. But I really only noticed it because he’s holding onto the same top hat, positioned right behind Dizzee’s head, when Shaolin walks in.

Maybe it was supposed to be a cute, blink and you miss it thing, but the top hat is an important part of Rumi’s story/symbolism/imagery. So now I’m thinking about the meaning behind Dizzee letting Thor wear the top hat instead of wearing it himself, and now I’m emotional about this scene all over again.

Laundry Day

Jughead x reader fluff

Originally posted by juptern

summary: You are doing the laundry when a certain gray hat is found. (Sorry the summary is short. This imagine is kinda short)

a/n: I’m planning on adding more chapters to this if you guys want it *wink wink*.

word count: 524

“Ugh…Why did I even agree to that stupid ass bet”, you say as you struggle to carry the laundry basket full of Jughead’s clothes to the washroom. A sigh was released through your parted lips as you drop the basket on the table near the washing machine.

Both you and Jughead agreed to a bet on who could finish their milkshakes first at Pop’s. The loser had to do the winner’s laundry for a week straight. If it wasn’t for your small appetite, due to all the french fries that were previously eaten, you lost.

As you began to sort through the pile of clothes, something caught your eye. You cautiously picked it up, in case it was a pair of underwear. As you examined it, you realised that it was the one and only hat. The hat. It must have fallen in because Jughead only washes it when he needed to, and to you, it was clean enough. You looked around, just in case someone was looking and you put it on. The hat was warm and at the same time, smelled like him. It was slightly big to the point that it hid your eyes.

When you lifted it up, you saw Jughead, leaning against the door frame, with his arms crossed. You feel your cheeks warm up as you look up at his eyes. He slowly walks to you with no expression on his face. His hand reaches your head and adjusts the hat so he could get a better sight of your face. You feel your cheeks warm up even more.

He lets out a sigh of satisfaction with his hands now cupping your cheeks. His lips parted as if he had something to say, yet nothing came out. You both stood there, for a few seconds, feeling as if time stood still, like in the movies. But, reality hits you as he clears his throat, and you feel the warmth of his hands leave your skin.

“You don’t look terrible in that hat”, he says, scratching the back of his neck. “Not, as good as me, of course”, he says with a wink, slowly regaining his confidence.

You liked him. Or maybe even loved him. You grabbed him by his shirt and before you realised, his chest was now pressed against yours and you did not know if it was your heart that was beating rapidly, or his. The warmth on your cheeks came back, as you felt a pair of hands land on your lower back.  Attempting to look up at him, you raise your head, yet failing when the beanie that was still on your head, blocked your sight. You hear a chuckle escape from his lips.

“You are too fucking cute for your own good”, he mutters, pulling you into a tight embrace, resting his chin on top of your head.

“Am I cute enough to get out of doing the laundry?”

“Nice try, sweetheart”, he answered, smiling at the nickname he gave you. He then released you from the hug, taking the hat off your head, turning around, walking back to the living room.

fic: Yin and Yang

title: yin and yang

genre: fluff/tiniest bit of angst if you squint

warnings: swearing | word count: 1500

description: a sunset beach walk after phil’s thirtieth birthday brings talk of things to come and decisions they figure they need to discuss. plus there’s this metaphor about the sunset.

yin and yang; light and dark, day and night - two opposites that are made to be together.

“I think you’d be a sunrise,” Phil says.

Dan quirks an eyebrow and prompts him to elaborate. “I’m all gloom and darkness, I’m definitely a three am sky.”

Phil frowns. “Maybe, but you’d be scattered with stars. And you’d be five in the morning, not three, the sun would be just about ready to rise. There is some light in you, Dan.”

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Daughter-Carl Grimes

Requested: Nope

Plot: Y/N is Negan’s daughter who he loves more than he loves Lucille. One day, she finally was able to do a waterfall braid in her hair-and since her mother is already dead-she ran to go tell her father. Negan doesn’t care if he’s sitting in his room having a meeting or about to let Lucille feed, he will stop everything for his baby girl. This particular day was the day Carl Grimes just so happened to be sitting in Negan’s room, staring down the man as he paced and talked about how good it had felt to kill Carl’s friends. 

Warnings: Swearing (duh), death, mentions of death, mentions of cancer

Paring: Carl Grimes x Female!Reader 

Word Count: 6,393

A/N: Hey! Sorry this is super long, but I just kinda kept writing. Let me know if you want more of this. (Also sorry for any inconsistencies, I wrote this over a couple days) Part 2 is up now, right here! <3

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The Graduate

Overview: To everyone who has graduated high school or college this year, this one’s for you.

Characters: Sister!Reader, Dean, Sam, Cas (mentioned)

Word Count: 850

Warnings: mild language

A/N: My little bro graduated today. Super proud of him. Loved being there to support him. Bored out of my mind during the ceremony. So I grabbed a program and a pen and this drabble was born. I hope you guys enjoy it ;)

The air was stuffy, and the beads of sweat trickling down my back added to the growing dampness that was my current state of being. I fidgeted with the uncomfortable elastic securing my hat to my head and wished for the tenth time that I was anywhere but in this cheap, metal fold-out chair. I was right in the middle of a sea of people dressed in identical robes, anticipation and nervousness radiating thickly through the crowd. The first row stood and began to make their way across the stage, cheers and yells sounding from the audience as each name was called. I mentally prepped myself for the silence that would follow mine.

They’d caught a hunt a few days ago, and what was supposed to be a quick salt and burn had turned into a large number of vengeful spirits spread across the surrounding towns. They’d called me last night, their voices thick with regret as they told me they wouldn’t be home for at least another two days. I’d kept my voice strong, assuring them it was no big deal and that finishing the case was more important. They needed to stay, and I’d be fine. I’d been lying, but I’ve always been a good liar.

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Strange Behavior

Riverdale Fanfiction 

Pairing: Betty x Jughead

Word Count: 1,811

Summary: Betty has been acting strange lately, and her friends are finally starting to notice. Will they figure out that something is going on between her and Jughead? Or will the kiss that they shared remain a secret? 

A/N: This was basically just my way of getting my feet wet with writing these characters, so there’s not a ton of Bughead interaction, but I think what they do have in this is pretty cute. Plus the whole thing is about their relationship, so there’s that haha. Also, you can place this into the canon storyline at this point, or not, it’s up to you. I guess it works either way lol. 

Betty swirled her straw around in her strawberry milkshake, unable to stop her lips from curling into a faint smile as her friends carried on a conversation in their regular booth at Pop’s. 

“What do you think, Archiekins? Should I go for the full-on Like a Virgin Madonna look for the dance, or stick to the sultry, Vogue ensemble she wears in the music video that we all know I could pull off in such a big way? You all know the one.” Veronica leaned forward to take a sip from her double chocolate milkshake, a confident smirk twitching upwards as her lips met the straw.

“Totally,” Kevin chimed in from his seat next to Betty, nodding his head in admiration as he squirted ketchup onto his plate of fries.

“Ronnie, isn’t that more of a “Betty” sort of question?” Archie wriggled uncomfortably next to Veronica, looking hopelessly clueless as he tried to meet Betty’s gaze for any sort of assistance. “I’m probably not much help in that department.” 

“Actually, that’s more of a Kevin question,” Kevin corrected him, propping his arms on the table and leaning across the table towards Veronica. “And I totally agree with you pulling off that Vogue lace top, although we might have to make the sheer part of it a little less sheer for school if you know what I mean. What do you think Betty?”

Betty heard her name being called, but all she could think about was Jughead’s hands on her face and the way his lips felt against hers. Her whole body tingled at the thought of it, making her faint smile evolve into a full on grin.

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It won't be long now...
  • SEGA: Sir, this Sonamy thing is getting a little out of hand... I mean, it's spread to all the universes we own, and we even think Sonic's starting to get effected by it...
  • CEO: Why do you say that?
  • Sonic: -runs by holding flowers, chocolates, and wearing a dapper top hat-
  • SEGA: ... The hat's not bad, actually.
  • CEO: If you ask me, it's a good look on him.
  • SEGA and CEO: -pauses a moment and looks to each other- ...crap.
i think i’ll give you a kiss

Peter Parker + Reader

for @stardustnwit

small lil blurb/imagine request: (i don’t even know if you’re doing these but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ) hello i’m alyssa and im from vegas, seems exciting but not really. i really love words if i’m honest, especially the really random rare ones. i’m also a sucker for a good disney movie, specifically peter pan but any movie will do lol. can i get the thing with peter also :) you’re a doll and your writing is so amazing i binge read all your stories in like one night !!

song: grow old with you – adam sandler (the wedding singer)

“Peter, hurry up.” You were adjusting the baby blue bow in your hair in front of the mirror in his hallway. May was waiting at the front door with her camera, ready for you and Peter so she could take pictures of you in your costumes before you both head out.

“No, I look stupid. I don’t want to wear this!” You rolled your eyes, hearing a small, childish groan coming from his restroom. You look at May and shook your head in a joking manner.

“I’ll go check on him,” you whispered, earning a small, silent laugh from her. “Peter?” You called, walking into his room and still finding his bathroom door shut. You walked up to it and knocked three times, lightly, “Peter? You okay?”

“I look stupid. I don’t want to come out.”

“Peter, you don’t look stupid! We’ll look cute together.” You heard Peter sigh.

“Can you please just show me at least?” You heard another sigh, followed by the sound of the door unlocking. He peeked his head out, you being able to catch the orange tint in his hair and the bright blush on his cheeks that you guessed May had applied before you got there. “See? Not so bad.” Peter scoffed.

“Not so bad? That’s easy for you to say! You dressing up as Wendy is cute, endearing. Me dressing up as Peter is – creepy. Pedophilic, probably.” You rolled your eyes, but gave him a small smile.

“You’re so dramatic. Please come out?” You shook his head. “For me? I need my Peter… Pete.” You giggled as he pouted but opened his door to reveal his dark green tights and green shirt to match. Your eyes roamed his costume: his golden belt and fake dagger, the matching green hat with the red feather on top of his head, and the brown loafers he was sporting. “Peter! You look so cute!” What you thought was a compliment earned a groan from your best friend.

“Cute?” You rolled your eyes, giggling as you nodded. “That’s it, I’m changing. I’m going as three-hole punch Jim.”

“No! Peter, you look so good! I’m sorry. Thank you for wearing this. It makes me happy” You suppressed your laugh, reaching for his hand and tugging him closer to you. “In fact… I’m so happy, I think I’ll give you a kiss.” You quoted Wendy. Peter’s eyes widened slightly, his cheeks reddening even more. You smiled widely as you leaned in and pecked his cheek, feeling the warmth under your lips. “Is that okay?” You whispered, gaining a weak nod from the shy boy. “Do you want to give me one, Peter Pan?” Again he nodded at your whispered question. You leaned back and closed your eyes, cupping your hands like Wendy in the movie, waiting for him to place a small trinket in your waiting hands.

Your breath became shallow as you felt Peter’s breath fanning against your mouth.


“Ready for your kiss?” You heard him faintly whisper. Your eyes were still closed as you nodded, the next thing you felt was Peter’s lips on you, too softly – you almost didn’t realize he had kissed you. Your hands came up to cup his face as his circled around your waist.

You both jumped back as a flash and a camera shutter sounded. With your cheeks matching Peter’s make-up, you looked towards Peter’s door to see May standing there, cursing herself for not silencing her phone.  

want one? request here!



anonymous asked:

What if in sticky situations Scout would be used as a distraction for the team?

Yes. Oh God yes.

Scout has gone through re-spawn more time than the entire team put together.

One time the team had gone out drinking at the local bar, they ended up getting into a fist fight with everyone. It got so bad that the cops where called. None of the mercs wanted to sleep in a cell that night so Scout was used as a distraction so that the rest of the team could make their escape.

Solider called out that the cops where here, but there was only one police car. It was now or never for the Boston. Taking off his top and hat, he left the bar going towards the police men.
“Hey boys you looking for a good time”
“Please move aside sir”
“Oh come on, if you like I’ll take the both of ya”
The Police are not impressed and walk around Scout. The man starts to panic he needs to buy the team more time. Taking a deep breath Scout slaps on the cops on the ass.
“What!? Am I not handsome enough for you?”
That’s the last straw for the cops as Scout is pushed to the ground and cuffed. There’s no going back now. Scout keeps talking.
“Oh aren’t you a kinky one. Handcuffs and all. If ya want you can keep the uniform on. I’m always down for roleplaying.”
Out from the corner of his eye he can see Engi giving a thumbs up. It’s going to be a long night.

I also have this idea.  

The team had been called to protect a target, a CEO from a company. The mission had gone well, Miss Pauling had killed the assassin. But there was a new problem; they couldn’t escape from the charity event that this CEO had thrown on. Each time a merc would leave a conversation a new one would start up. This called for plan; a distraction. The biggest one Scout would have every put on.

He had made his way upstairs and into the host’s room where he was now getting changed in to a loose dress. Whoever this CEO guy was married to she had no taste is clothing. He then found make up and slowly placed on eyeliner, lipstick and finally blush. Looking around the back of the closet the Boston found a curly blonde wig. He just needed on last thing to complete his look, a pillow.

It had been a long night for the Sniper, socializing was never his strong point. He was talking to a woman. She had straight red hair, pale skin and wore a blue dress that left nothing to the imagination. All was going well until he heard a woman screech his name. The assassin turned around immediately to see a blonde headed woman storming across the room towards him. The focus Mundy had on her face went straight to her stomach. She was pregnant, in her last trimester.

Panic filled Mundy’s mind. Oh fuck, oh shit, fuck, fuck, FUCK. His mind started to race, trying to remember any of the women he had been with nine months ago. There was one. But he had worn protection. Did it break?? He wasn’t ready to be a father. He still had his job. His parents were going to kill him, a kid out of wedlock.

It was a slap to the face that brought Mundy out of his train of thought. The woman was closer now; he looked at her facial features. No, this wasn’t the woman he sleep with. Who the hell was this person. That’s when it hit him, it’s no lady.
“Scout what the hell are you doing??”
Mundy got no reply instead he got a wink.
“You think you can just walk out on me!!”
Sniper pitched his nose, the kid was making a distraction so the other could get out. Of course Scout would pick him to help. He was never much of an actor but tonight he had to play along. He made a mental note to kill the kid later.
“So your gonna say nothing to me?? What about this baby??”
Taking a deep breath Mundy got into character.
“That ain’t even mine!!”
Scout acted shocked, tears rolling down his face. Shit the kid was an good actor.
“How can you say that!? I was nothing but faithful to you!!”
The argument had created a large crowd; the entire party was focused on them. Both men had hoped that there team had escaped. Now they had to get out themselves. Only one idea came to Scouts mind.
“Look I don’t care that it’s mine! I ain’t giving up on my life to raise some kid.”
“Don’t you Rick me!!”
Scout’s voice had gone soft, like he was in pain. For a split second the Sniper felt that something was wrong. The look on Scouts face changed on from angry to pain. Oh hell, he isn’t actually going to do. Mundy thought. He isn’t actually going to fake -
“My water broke”
He had. The Aussie was going to murder the kid when they left.
Once again the Sniper pitched his nose.
“Come on, I’ll a least drive ya to the hospital”
Wrapping an arm around the Scout both walked out of the house towards the team.
When the team saw both men, they burst out in to laughter. Medic in between gasp had said.
“Congratulations on becoming a father Sniper. ”
“Ha ha laugh it up you wankers”
Even Scout who was still in the costume laughed.
“Oh man Snipes, you should have seen your face”
“Scout, don’t you ever use me in one of your distractions ever again.”

I’m thinking you meant battlefield scenarios, but I loved these ideas to much. Sorry mate.

Cat Boy // Nakamoto Yuta


the prompt: I’d like to request a Yuta NCT scenario where he receives a cat statue in the mail but there’s no return address. He goes to sleep and when he wakes up the next morning, he feels strange and his members scream when they see him because he now has a tail and cat ears. The item was cursed, and Mark tells him to visit the reader because she has knowledge of witchcraft and there’s an instant connection. Fluffy humor, if you can.

words: 1529

category: fluff + comedy

author note: au’s are always a good time and also i haven’t written for yuta since January and i missed him. also i made the reader an actual hogwarts graduate witch whoops

- destinee

Originally posted by chocosicheng

wow he’s so handsome talk abt a bias wrecker

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The Christmas Party - Lashton

Originally posted by thatfuckermichael

Forgive me lord for I have sinned

“Why do you always look so good?” Luke asked grabbing the hips of the girl in front of him, dark red skirt that was riding up her legs that were covered by her fishnet tights, green shirt covered by a white cardigan and a santa hat on top of her head. Her black thigh high boots were just the finishing touch that was driving Luke over the edge.

“Hello to you too, Luke,” she said laughing, turning with the freshly poured glass of wine in her hands. “You don’t look half bad yourself.” She took a quick sip of the drink, tongue running along her bottom lip collecting the excess that never made it in her mouth. Her eyes ran along the length of his body: hair still wet from his shower with little curls falling on his forehead, face groomed with a bit of stubble still remaining just the way she liked it, a beautiful red, silk, button down shirt that greatly contrasted his pale skin, and his black dress pants that matched his black boots. He leaned his head in, pressing a soft kiss right below her ear before biting down on her lobe.

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anonymous asked:

Why do you own fedoras?!?!

Because I look good in hats.

(I also own a bowler, a stetson, a panama hat, several top hats, a fez - which I only wear when GMing - and a large collection of novelty hats including a steel Viking helmet, a Moogle cosplay hood, and a baseball cap with moose antlers.)