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Character headcanons

Send me the name of a character and I will tell you my:

1: sexuality headcanon 

2: otp 

3: brotp 

4: notp 

5: first headcanon that pops into my head 

6: one way in which I relate to this character

7: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character

8: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?

Beauty and the beast (2017)
  • the prince’s makeup is my life tbh his eyelINER is POPPIN 
  • is no one going to talk about how belle invented the first washing machine and everyone just !!!! DUMPS HER LAUNDRY DIRECTLY INTO THE FUCKING SOIL
  • le fou, just, i love him
  • “ja ne se quais?” “i dont know what that means” gaston you’re french
  • Josh Gad’s horse would nOT cooperate and he almost ran emma ovER !! 
  • the fact that emma sang ‘The hills are alive’ whilst filming the reprise of belle, on the hills.
  • “i dont have tastebuds but i can tell that this is exquisite !”
  • “my favorite is romeo & juliet” *rolls eyes into another dimension
  • “i had an expensive education”
  • “-and a bit ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) alarming( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)”
  • “okay, I’m older now”
  • I started crying when the staff turned into household items I just xgohdyofu n O
  • “have you ever thought about growing a beard?” *Rawr xD smexy growls*

random phone screencaps of Lin in Do No Harm because I love this character a lot and he deserved so much better

  • *221B*
  • Molly: *playing with baby Rosie; wearing the deerstalker*
  • Rosamund: *giggling*
  • Sherlock: *feigning annoyance* Do you have to wear that stupid thing?
  • Molly: *shrugs* She loves it.
  • MP Mary: *watching over Rosie; smirking* She's not the only one.
  • Sherlock: *ignores her* I-I don't want her getting attached.
  • Molly: *rolls her eyes; tickles her goddaughter* Is Uncle Sherlock being a grumpy pants?
  • Rosamund: *squeals happily; kicking her legs*
  • MP Janine: *sitting on the sofa* She does look good, though.
  • MP Irene: *nods* Even I didn't look that good.
  • MP Jim: *peering dramatically out of the window; sighs* I would've.
  • Molly: *nudges his leg* Well?
  • Sherlock: *shakes his head* Hmm? *looks up*
  • Molly: *still wearing the hat; frowns* I was going to order takeaway. You want anything?
  • Sherlock: *staring; nods slowly*
  • Molly: *nods; goes to the laptop*
  • Sherlock: *blinks*
  • Sherlock: *stands* I need some air *marches out of the flat*
  • Molly: ...okay *shrugs*
So this is how I picture the season after grimmons becomes canon...

Sarge: Blues… I’m on my last line here. I’m begging you. Please help me break those two up.
Tucker:what the fuck are you talking about? I’ve been waiting for fucking years for those two to get together. No way on hell!
Wash:what’s the problem? They don’t seem any different to me.

Simmons and Grif a few feet away.
Grif:Sorry dude. Don’t know what to tell you.
Simmons:But your from Hawaii! How can you not like pineapples on pizza?!
Grif:I don’t appreciate your stereotyping Simmons.

Sarge: Its going to kill me!!!
Tucker and Wash just look at each other. You can’t see their faces, but you know they are rolling their eyes. Sarge’s mission for the rest of the season is to break them up.

why I love blunts when I'm feeling anxious or sad af

1. Just the rolling of the blunt can be super therapeutic on it’s own. no matter if my mind is racing or having terrible thoughts, I’m able to focus my attention on the blunt rolling for the next 2 minutes - giving my worrisome mind a lil break.

2. It stays burning which forces you to keep smoking (kind of, unless you don’t mind wasting weed lol). when I’m sad, sometimes I try loading a bowl and it ends up just sitting for hours with only one hit taken.

3. I feel soooo much better afterwards. Personal blunts are magical, I tell you wHat.

OMGCP characters as things my parents have said or done
  • <p> <b><p></b> <b>Bitty:</b> "Can you help me find the old peanut jar we cleaned out? I made chrysanthemum tea and need to give some to your cousin but can't use a good container because Lord knows that that girl never gives back anything we lend her."<p/><b>Jack:</b> "If I tell your mom that this rock is a fossil do you think she'll let me keep it? ... No, it's not really a fossil I just think it's pretty."<p/><b>Shitty:</b> *Dad walks down the stairs shirtless, makes eye contact with me* "Well it's not like I actually need a shirt right now." *Walks away* <p/><b>Lardo:</b> *Mom walks up behind Dad with a pair of scissors as he washes the dishes and cuts straight up the back of his shirt* "This shirt was way too old. It was time for it to die."<p/><b>Ransom:</b> "Honey, did you update the freezer inventory spreadsheet? I'm missing a fish and have an undocumented loaf of bread."<p/><b>Holster:</b> *Dad knocks on my closed bedroom door* "I have finally found your snow gloves, you have no excuse. Do you want to build a snowman?"<p/><b>Nursey:</b> "I don't understand why your mom is so worked up - the snow was going to be shoveled anyways, why couldn't we lie in it first? I mean, it's fluffy."<p/><b>Dex:</b> "Have you seen the mini staple gun? I need it to fix the water filter because your mother cranked it too hard and it broke again. Duct tape only works for so long."<p/><b>Chowder:</b> *Mom, 40+, gets carded at the liquor store* "While I'm flattered, I can't tell if you're joking or just blind."<p/><b>Bad Bob:</b> "Are you ready for bed? Good. Let's see how many of the NHL team names you can get right before you fall asleep. Go on, get under the covers and let's start on the west coast."<p/><b>Alicia:</b> "Mom, I look like a lumpy potato" "A very cute lumpy potato, now, let me send this baby picture to all your relatives."<p/><b>Kent:</b> *Dad rolls down the windows and blares Celine Dion* "My heart will, go on and ooooooooooooon"<p/></p><b>Tater:</b> "Dad, mom's making fried rice for dinner." *Dad, exaggerating to make fun of his own accent* "Ah yes, fly lice. Very good. Gahlic Fly Lice"<p/><p/></p>

anonymous asked:

I'm here to support fahc Ryan "The Fucking Vagabond" Haywood rolling with whatever stupid nickname the crew tries to give him without hesitation: "Hey Ry-Ry what's up?" "Not much Dollface how are you?" / "Hey Ryebread c'mere a second" "Sure what's up" / "AH YOU BLOODY PRICK" "I threw the blunted one stop screaming"

To the outside world, he’s the Vagabond. Death Bringer. The Reaper of Los Santos. He’s every terrible nickname that someone can give to the person they fear most. With his crew, the terms come a bit lighter: Ry, Rye-bread, You Asshole, Fucking Haywood, Spookster McGee. The point being, if Ryan can tell that it’s being directed towards him, he’ll respond to it. There’s times when a jumble of aggravated sounds will catch Ryan’s attention and he’ll pop his head into the room. He’s gotten good at figuring out which sounds correspond to which of his displeasing actions.

Frankly, Tim was having a terrible day. He’d broken his wrist a week ago, which meant no patrol, and he’d finished all the work he could do from home. He was going stir-crazy— wandering aimlessly around his apartment, checking and rechecking his equipment. In the end he’d driven to the manor, hoping for something to do, but the house had been empty all night. He’d clicked through Netflix episodes until the early hours of the morning, fallen asleep on the couch, and woken up exhausted.

At least Dick wasn’t doing any better. He called to check in while Tim was headed downstairs, complaining about a streak of murders in his neighborhood that he hadn’t been able to solve. Tim put him on speaker when he hit the kitchen, set his phone on the counter, and nodded to Damian, who was already at the table. Damian didn’t look up from his newspaper.

“Drake. You look half-dead.”

“You’ve looked worse.” Tim pulled the pancake mix from the shelf and turned around in time to see Damian slowly lower his paper, clearly scandalized. Tim decided he was too tired to care.

“We need to work on your sense of self preservation,” sighed Dick. “Hey, Damian. Try not to stab anyone.”

“No promises.” Damian glared pointedly in Tim’s direction and went back to his paper.

“Anyway, Tim, listen— I have to go. I’ve been awake for forty hours, and this isn’t getting any easier.”

“Have you considered taking a break?”

“This was my break.” Dick stifled a yawn. “I’ll be fine.”

Tim figured he probably would be, until he saw Damian’s eyes narrow. Uh oh. As Dick clicked off the line, Damian folded up his newspaper and made for the door. Tim followed him into the hallway, grinning. He was pretty sure he knew what was about to happen.

“So what are you going to do to him?”

“Go away, Drake.”

“Slip him sleep meds? Break into his apartment and badger him into submission?”


“You’re not going to physically fight him, are you?”

“No.” Damian swept inside his bedroom, slamming the door in Tim’s face. “Mind your own business.”

“Damian, c’mon, I just want to know if I have enough time to make popcorn.” No answer. Tim leaned against the doorframe, listening to Damian clatter around inside. “If this is about what I said in the kitchen, I’m sorry about the dead joke.”

Damian’s voice came out muffled behind the wood. “No you’re not.”

Okay, fine. He wasn’t. “Seriously, tell me what you’re planning to do.”

“I’m going to ask him politely to go to sleep.”

“That’s it?” Tim pulled away from the wall, disappointed— and maybe a little irritated. He knew from personal experience that if he went that long without sleeping, Damian started pulling out sedatives. As tired as he was of Damian’s over the top interventions, Tim had always assumed they were over the top because that’s how Damian did things. From the right angle, he was almost being nice. But if he wasn’t going to do it to Dick…

“How come you don’t—” Tim cut himself off as Damian’s door swung open. 

“Because Grayson values my opinion and me as a person, so if I ask him to take care of himself, he will. Because Grayson listens to to me.” Damian swung his laptop bag over his shoulder, shot Tim a look that said (very clearly) unlike some people, and marched back up the hall. 

“That’s not…” Tim stood for a few seconds, arms crossed, then hurried after Damian. “Okay, that’s not fair. I listen to you. Or at least I would if you ever asked me for anything.”

“I do,” said Damian. “You don’t.”

“Since when?” Tim couldn’t remember ignoring any requests— Damian didn’t talk to him that often, and most of what he did say was insulting. Tim could remember a few comments about his life habits, sure, but no questions. Damian never asked.

Alright, maybe that was Damian’s version of asking. 

“Fine.” Tim caught up with Damian at the front door, while he was fishing for his keys. “I’ll pay more attention next time.” 

Damian rolled his eyes. “I’m thrilled. Can you drive me to Grayson’s apartment?”

“Yeah. Sure.” Finally, something to do. He’d been lying around for days, and he was starting to feel like dead weight. Useless. Anyway, Tim wanted to see how this played out— Dick was stubborn, and Tim wasn’t sure that he would cooperate as easily as Damian predicted. He was as much of a workaholic as any of them.

“I’ll get my keys.” 

Keep reading

jon: never looks longingly at danielle

jon: literally doesn’t tell deborah ANYTHING about himself

jon: ‘accidentally’ calls diana’s kids ugly

jon: disapproves of at least 70% of everything dorothy wants to do

jon: wants badly to go home but can’t because dakota is an asshole

tyrion & davos: he’s totally in love with denise did you see him staring at her chest in my imagination and not showing any kind of interest in her omg

Literally my favorite part of Rotten to the Core is when Carlos is climbing out of the window saying:

They think I’m callous, a low-life hood”

Who? Who is calling you this Carlos? Has anyone you’ve remotely interacted with ever once called you that? Because I’m pretty sure that your nerdy and slightly neurotic personality will prevent anyone from mistaking you for a low-life hood

It’s like they were trying to beef him up to us before we got a chance to know him, but anyone who’s read the book will know for sure exactly how much of a cinnamon roll he is

Originally posted by jaylos-trash

Ah yes, so very callous

Can you tell me
Everything will be okay
Even if it’s not true
Even if you don’t believe it
Just tell me
It’s okay
Because the tears are still rolling
My heads still spinning
And nothing’s coming to a stop
—  enlightenedreader ~ 14/07/17 (3) ~

anonymous asked:

Can you imagine though, they end babygate soon, Harry's album does amazing, they're able to publicly be friends, maybe even have ot4 at Dunkirk premiere, they start dropping hints like their rbb and sbb again, jan/feb 2018 rolls around and they come out and use it for promo with louis' album right around Grammy season, gimme more trolls I'm loving this

tell me what i want to hear, shady anons 🦄🔮

  • *early morning*
  • Sherlock: *playing the violin*
  • Rosamund: *eating cereal; grimacing* Uncle Sherlock?
  • Sherlock: *concentrating* Mmm?
  • Rosamund: Are you in love?
  • Sherlock: *glances at her* Why do you ask?
  • Rosamund: *shrugs* you keep playing icky love songs and stuff.
  • Sherlock: *offended* I am not!
  • Rosamund: *raises an eyebrow* What was that called?
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: *mutters* Ode to Joy *irritated* don't you have school?
  • Rosamund: *rolls her eyes; stands* Alright, alright, I'm going *picks up her bag; knocks on Sherlock's bedroom door* see you later, Aunt Molly.
  • Molly: *muffled* Yeah, g-goodbye, Rosie.
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Rosamund: *smug* Bye-bye, Uncle Sherlock *grins as she leaves the flat*
  • Jake: I love being an adult. If I want to live on nothing but swiss rolls and two liter bottles of Mountain Dew for a week, no one can stop me.
  • Kim Kil Whan: I- Dad, I'm definitely going to stop you. That's- that's not a thing you should do.
  • Jake: I'm the adult.
  • Kim Kil Whan: You can't just say "I'm the adult" every time someone tells you not to do something ridiculous.
  • Jake: I'm the adult.

anonymous asked:

Brian, I really want to create comics. Unfortunately though I'm awful at drawing and illustrating, how can I improve?


 also, let’s get over this ‘I can’t draw a thing’  horseshit once and for all. 

That’s not an excuse. you can make comic books with stick figures, found art, dots, money…

 all you have to do was tell your story with clarity.

 and think about how most famous rock ‘n roll singers are not actually technically excellent singers. in fact most artists and filmmakers who really  touch us do so with technically flawed art.  it is the flaws that move us.

 the best cartoonists and comic book creators are not always the best drafts people. they are expressing themselves through their art, sometimes messy, sometimes childlike, sometimes seemingly amateurish but still it moved us…

 stop standing in your own way. make some pages. see what you have to offer.

anonymous asked:

My bf came over when my parents were out of town. I started to get a little turned on guess he noticed cuz he slowly put his hands in my pants and fingered me so good. Outta nowhere he picks me up and throws me down on the sofa and rips off my sweats. He whispered in my ear telling me I'm making love to you tonight takes my underwear off and goes down on me I couldn't contain the feeling he was giving me. I arched my back as soon I rolled my back he slid in never been so wet came twice 😍

Kaminari Headcanons Pt. 2  

  • No consistent schedule for sleeping and eating. He is a mess.
  • Only reason his hygiene isn’t in the same state is bc he has his own bathroom schedule and gets reminded to go in there by the other boys who don’t want to get zapped (which has happened).
  • Will not sleep in his own bed. 
  • Either asleep on the dorm sofas after falling asleep whilst watching something or more likely sleeping in Kirishima’s, Mina’s, Sero’s and occasionally Bakugou’s bed. 
  • Jirou won’t let him in her bed and there’s barely any floor space but sometimes he does manage to squeeze in and crash on the floor. He also likes Momo’s big double bed but is usually kicked out. 
  • Actually fluent in English (mainly for tv but also he likes reading classics in their native language) but always flubs the exams for some reason.
  • Same happens in Japanese Lit. class but he’s a more avid reader than Yaomomo. 
  • Really does not like tests.
  • …or school.
  • Wants to be a hero though so he powers through.
  • His motivations for becoming a hero are that he wants to save little kids who have been taken in/corrupted by villains (may or may not be because of his own personal experiences). [x]
  • Asks for piggyback rides like everywhere. It’s lucky he’s best friends with Kirishima.
  • Attention span? What attention span?
  • Cannot tell you what happened this morning but can tell you what his middle school friend told him about their pet turtle 3 years ago word for word.
  • Always has a crazy story to tell - thank you low impulse control.
  • Genuinely trying so hard to be a nice person. 
  • His top 3 qualities he would like to be known for are being interesting, kind and funny.
  • Kirishima makes sure to call him those a lot along with the usual manly compliments.

[Pt. 1] [Angsty Kaminari Headcanons]

when a teacher crush is totally beneficial for your mood
  • me: "I want to smash my head into a brick wall... I'll drown myself in a bathtub full of vodka (and regrets).... I'm gonna set this school on fire!"
  • my tc: *walking past me - smiling like a pure cinnamon roll*
  • me: "okay nevermind...life is so perfect...I want to live forever! also school is great (◡‿◡✿)"