i know alot of people dont like louis recent choice of clothing or are sick of it but my brother told me the other day that, “he looks fly as fuck wearing supreme and yeezys i fuck with him” my brother is 22 and a street wear nerd (he literally buys bots to be able to buy supreme since it sells out so fast, street wear can become almost like a addiction to some guys in the late teens / early 20′s because these sites never restock if you dont buy it the first drop you wont get it unless you buy it resale on ebay for 3x the price so if you get it its almost like a high because you are one of the few hundreds who has it, you think buying concert tickets is stressful lmao yall have no idea) he sees him in a totally different light now its honestly the weirdest thing lol like he doesnt hate 1d, he knows i love them, knows about larry whatever but ever since hes been seeing him wear the clothes he likes and also work with artist he likes its like hes seeing a brand new louis he wouldnt mind stanning, we actually talk about him all the time and sometimes he will come into my room like, “do you think louis would wear this ?” ljszflkDSG its truly amazing.

ainiyuku  asked:

Hello! I just started watching Voltron because your art finally helped me make the decision :) I was wondering, if you haven't already and don't mind sharing, why do you ship Sheith? They're quickly becoming my favorite but my friend said they aren't as popular but they just seem so amazing!

Thank you! Glad my art contributed! :D

I ship Sheith because:

  • I’m always a sucker for those best friends to lovers trope. That’s what the best OTPs are made of for me.
  • I love the angry-ball-small who turns all soft for sunshine-tall pairings.
  • Shiro is literally Keith’s world. FIGHT ME.
  • Shiro is Keith’s number priority and is the embodiment of his hopes and fears. Like DAMN, SON. If that’s not love, I don’t know what is.
  • Sheith reminds me of my first love in college it’s scary and nice at the same time. tbh i haven’t decided which yet lmao
  • Shiro treats Keith so differently compared to the others? Shiro can let his guard down and be himself with Keith.
  • KEITH WILL SAVE SHIRO AS MANY TIMES AS IT TAKES DUDE THIS GUY IS IN LOVE IDK HOW ELSE TO INTERPRET THIS. Make Shiro a female here and we all know that’s a very romantic scene. It IS a romantic scene. End of discussion.
  • Have you seen how much they touch each other so tenderly? /clutches chest/ Like this is just too much for me. Idk how to handle it.
  • I’m just at lost at how much they are each other’s very important person? It’s so obvious in canon sometimes I feel like I’m dreaming it but I’m not? it’s literally out there. Spelled out for all of us to see?
  • They have the most established relationship in the show I’m honestly 75% sure they are going to be endgame. 25% is obviously for dreamworks being cowardly fools. 
  • THEIR DYNAMICS IS EVERYTHING I WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP. So much trust, so much love… they’re so soft and tender it’s turning me soft.
  • Pretty shallow but they are so aesthetically pleasing to look at. As an artist, their character designs are perfect to be drawn together and I love drawing them doing whatever the hell I can come up with.

I’m sure there are more reasons but I’m at work right now and this is what I can come up with at the moment during hard times HAHAHAHHA

anonymous asked:

You know the gig of them turning and giggling at each other...Well, their eyes go directly to each lips. It's one of favorites, too! It's so obvious they are attracted to each other. Goofs! I love them to death / friends / ///whatever!

ugh YES they do. all the fucking time. these are my faves:

anonymous asked:

Jatim school teacher au?

Jason’s lunch is missing. He’s searched the freezer for five minutes and his pepperoni Hot Pockets are definitely gone. All he can find are BBQ Beef Hot Pockets, which- no. Jason’s not touching that, and not just because they don’t belong to him.

He slams the freezer door shut. “What the hell!”

“What’s up,” Dick asks, sitting at the table in the corner of the staff room, grading papers and drinking a can of soup. He didn’t even heat it up. Gross.

“Someone stole my lunch!”

Dick makes a noise that’s probably supposed to be sympathetic, but instead comes out as totally uninterested. He marks a grade at the top in pink ink and flips to the next. “What was it?”

“Hot Pockets.”

“Jay, again?”

“I like them, okay, and they’re easy to eat one handed- practically made for it- so shut up.”

Dick hums. He knocks back the rest of his soup.

“What,” Jason sighs.

“Well, you told me to shut up, so…”

“Tell me what you know, Dick.”

“I can’t say for sure,” Dick says, tossing the can into the trash and gathering his stack of papers, “but I think I saw Tim eating a Hot Pocket.”


“The new science teacher, Tim Drake. He’s subbing for Steph while she’s on maternity leave.”

“Tim Drake, huh? Well look out, Tim Drake, because I’m coming for you,” Jason vows, heading for the door and ignoring Dick’s muttered, “So fucking dramatic.”



Tim glances up from the homework assignments littering his desk. There’s a man in his doorway, scowling and pointing at him like a soap opera star.

“Me?” Tim asks around a mouthful of food.

The man stalks into the classroom. “You ate my lunch!”

“I don’t think so…” Tim says. He swallows.

“Then what is that you’re holding?”

“Half a Hot Pocket.”

“Aha!” he cries. “My Hot Pocket.”

“How do you know it’s yours?”

“Because I put a box of pepperoni Hot Pockets in the freezer this morning and it was gone when I checked just a minute ago and now you’re eating one, you food thief.”

Tim frowns. “Hold on, I brought Hot Pockets for lunch too.”

“What flavor?”

“BBQ Bee- Oh.” Tim looks at the pepperoni and cheese falling from the open end of his Hot Pocket. “This isn’t mine.”

“No, it isn’t.”

“Shit, I’m sorry. Um, hey, you can have mine if you want?”

The man’s face twists unpleasantly. “You think I want that shit? No way.”

“Okay… Well I’ll pay you back.”

“Damn right you will, but that doesn’t really help me today, does it. There’s only fifteen minutes left for lunch.”

“What do you want from me,” Tim growls, because he’s sorry but he doesn’t like people barging into his classroom on his lunch break, yelling at him and then insulting his BBQ Beef Hot Pockets.

The man braces his hand on Tim’s desk. “I want you go to the vending machine- the nice one in Principal Wayne’s office- and buy me some lunch. You can bring it by my classroom, room 252.”

Then, with one last angry look, the man whirls around and leaves.

Tim leans back in his chair. Finishes the rest of the Hot Pocket.

He grabs his wallet and heads for the principal’s office, a grin on his face.


There’s four minutes left until the bell rings and the kids come flooding back to their desks. Jason taps his fingers impatiently. The new guy is cutting it close.

Just when Jason is about to go find him, in walks the asshole, arms full. He comes up to Jason’s desk and drops his load.

About twenty bags of BBQ chips.

“There you go,” Tim says, grinning. “That more than makes up for the Hot Pockets. About six dollars more, actually. So it seems as though you owe me now.”

Then he winks and saunters out of Jason’s classroom.

A few minutes later Jason is still seething as the kids run in.

“Wow, you must really like BBQ, Mr. Todd!”


Shadowhunters Weeks: Week 18 - Favorite Shadowhunters Cast

Matt: I put out the fires and Harry is too mature to cause too many problems.



1. Arrival dir. Denis Villeneuve - starring Amy Adams, Jeremy Renner, Forest Whitaker
2. Hacksaw Ridge dir. Mel Gibson - starring Andrew Garfield, Teresa Palmer, Hugo Weaving, Rachel Griffiths
3. Hell or High Water dir. David Mackenzie - starring Chris Pine, Ben Foster, Jeff Bridges
4. Deadpool dir. Tim MIller - starring Ryan Reynolds, Morena Baccarin, Ed Skrein, T.J. Miller
5. Rogue One: A Star Wars Story dir. Gareth Edwards - starring Felicity Jones, Diego Luna, Ben Mendelsohn
6. Florence Foster Jenkins dir. Stephen Frears - starring Meryl Streep, Hugh Grant, Simon Helberg, Rebecca Ferguson
7. Hail, Caesar! dir. Ethan & Joel Coen - starring Josh Brolin, George Clooney, Alden Ehrenreich
8. Hunt for the Wilderpeople dir. Taika Waititi - starring Sam Neill, Julian Dennison
9. Love & Friendship dir. Whit Stillman - starring Kate Beckinsale, Chloë Sevigny, Xavier Samuel
10. The Girl on the Train dir. Tate Taylor - starring Emily Blunt, Rebecca Ferguson, Haley Bennett







Pairing: Fraxus (Freed x Laxus)

Universe: Cop/Criminal AU

Rating: T

a/n: Until now I always thought of police chief!Freed and criminal!Laxus and I love it but a ramble of one particular amazeballs nerd (this>> @damasath-art nerd’s rambling on >this< art piece to be precise) inspired me to write something for them in the reversed roles sooo I whipped this up real quick :3 I love them both as a cop and I love them both as criminal so whatever it is it’s a win-win situation anyway.

When Laxus grabbed his coffee and took a sip he ended up grimacing. Cold. Again. He promptly set the cup back down and brushed his mouth with the back of his hand. In the end cold coffee had the same effect as hot one but the latter had a far better taste.

Orange eyes drifted back to all the sprawled out papers on his desk. Information and more information about one single damn man. For how long had they been trying to get him now? A few years. They had managed to throw him in jail one time though that was a while back after his last kill. Nowadays his business had changed a little and that wasn’t only a relief for society but also for Laxus himself. For more reasons than one.

“Don’t overwork yourself, Laxus,” came the familiar voice of Makarov. He was the wise head of the company and they all could consider themselves lucky to still have him around.

“Oh shut up, old man.” Sometimes the blond was just bad at expressing his gratitude, or different emotions in general. “I can take care of myself.”

“I know that.” The short old man retorted after he had slipped into his jacket. “But you should get some sleep soon. See you tomorrow.”

“See ya.” The blond merely waved as he was absent-mindedly scanning a picture. How often had he been staring at this? Sometimes it had driven him angry as fuck and at other times it had exasperated him because he felt something different than anger. Lots of exasperation, yep. The company had appointed Laxus to be the main man for this particular case long ago and by now it felt like he had a shadow besides his own that followed his every step. “You’re mine.”

“Oh how flattering.”

The voice almost startled him and immediately his head shot up. Talking about shadow. Freed  was like one and Laxus truly hated it sometimes. No, who was he kidding – he always hated it. “Fuck, how often have I told you not to come here?!”

“The one or other time.” Freed’s mouth curved upwards on one side and it made Laxus growl. This damn smug smirk. The greenet’s fingers trailed along an object on one of the shelves and the cop narrowed his eyes. “How did you get in here this time?”

But Freed just chuckled at this question and turned back around to face the other man. “Just because I’m technically your captive doesn’t mean that I will reveal every single one of my tricks.”

Laxus growled. “It means that exactly.” In truth he was kind of happy to see him though he wouldn’t admit it just like that. Something very weird had begun to blossom between them, something Laxus was not opposed to and he could feel that Freed was not either. After all this had been going on since… quite some time now and the fact that he had not just imprisoned this man was enough to tell that something was not how it was supposed to be.

“So I’m assuming our make out sessions are part of me being your ‘captive’ as well?”

The blond hadn’t expected such a bold response but then again he should be perfectly aware of the male’s incalculability. Ignoring it he watched how Freed walked up to the desk he was sitting at. “Why didn’t you wait where I told you to wait for me?”

But Freed gave him the same treatment, not granting this question with an answer. His glinting eyes were enough for Laxus anway and he leaned back in his chair with his broad arms crossed before his chest.

“I see that you’re still doing your homework,” the green-haired man noted as he regarded all the papers and then the picture that showed himself, his green hair a little messier than usual and an almost challenging expression settled on his face. “Did you miss me?”

“Tchz, as if.” Unbelievable.

“You know that you did.”


“Such denial,” Freed teased.

“You should be lucky that I didn’t hand you over.”

“If I had been certain that you are seriously planning to do so then I would have escaped already. But you trust me, and I trust you.”

Trusting a criminal… How ironic. What was he even doing? It sounded ridiculous again. He was a damn cop! Averting his orange eyes he heaved a groan in frustration. This man should be toxic and yet he liked his company. He was addictive and Freed thought the same about him. Oh screw it, they were in too deep already anyway.

Without giving himself the chance to curse further Laxus suddenly raised from his seat and pulled Freed in by his hips. Now that he was standing he was almost one head taller than the man of average height and looked down, meeting his turquoise gaze with his own orange one before he growled almost possessively and leaned down to capture the other man’s lips for a kiss. He heard how Freed emitted a deep purr just as if he’d already known that he was going to kiss him and felt how the greenet’s fingers reached up to tug at the collar of his attire.

“I knew that you missed me…,” Freed stated triumphantly, an airy groan following. They saw each other frequently and yet the need for each other seemed to grow further with every hour they were apart. It was risky business, it was dangerous but they wanted to be with each other so obviously that none of Laxus’ complaints could cover up this fact.

“Maybe a little…” The blond grabbed a hand full of Freed’s long mane to keep his head where it was.

“The understatement of the year…”

This time Laxus gave a gruff chuckle before his tongue traced along the shorter man’s bottom lip. Freed gave in to this tiny sensual gesture immediately as he parted his lips to deepen the kiss and a moan crawled up his throat, a sound that just encouraged the cop further.

They kept kissing for a few long moments, hands roaming mindlessly needing to touch and feel, and by the time they pulled apart they were both trembling and out of breath.

Freed briefly leaned his head against the taller man’s shoulder, his arms wrapped around Laxus’ broad form. Something about this made him feel so strangely comfortable that he wanted to avoid thinking about it. All he did was to slip his fingers beneath the greenet’s shirt so he could trail his fingers along his back and when Freed withdrew just far enough so they could look at each other this strange feeling of comfort increased immensely. Almost as if this was right while it should be so very wrong…

Before that anew hint of a smirk that promised another remark made Laxus want to punch him again.

With his mouth, mainly. Maybe.


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