rewatching Supergirl s2 and in ep 20 Winn whistles a little tune while he’s walking up to his chair. my husband, without missing a beat, says “oh wowwww. he was whistling Super Friends” and he was ABSOLUTELY RIGHT
so, I got a tattoo on Friday and the guy who tattooed me had Moana queued up and ready to play when we got in the room which I was all about, but even better, he was whistling along to allll the songs. he was great and I appreciated him
I first saw Woodstock running across a turnpike we were turning onto late one dark night in Peachtree Georgia Atlanta. Whilst we were shooting Lawless. He was a stray. 11 weeks old. Oh No we thought. Quickly Go get that dog not even sure it was a dog. Actually. We stopped the car. It was pitch black literally. I used my phone to light the road in case a car came round the turnpike and couldn’t see me. And malletted me. And I tried to cover some ground but he was fast. I watched this thing Running towards the highway in the pitch black making good speed towards the cars and lorries and I remember seeing what were its floppy ears bouncing towards the traffic. That dogs had it I thought. I couldn’t make out how big it was what breed it was? Nothing just those two ears flapping away above a frantic bundle. Hurtling away from us towards impending doom that was for certain. Whatever it was had no road sense and was tearing away. I panicked a little because I couldn’t help it had no name to shout and now it was close to the freeway. I put my fingers to my mouth and I whistled. Loud as I could. The whistle pierced the black. And It stopped the dog dead in its tracks. Then it turned and set eyes on me in one swift movement the ears about faced and the dog decided to run straight at me in the darkness all flashes of teeth and snarling And shrieking. Fuck this I thought that’s not a fkn dog. What am I doing. It ran straight at me and hit me around the legs I couldn’t see but I could hear the distress and I reached down thinking I’m going to get bitten. It was so noisy shrieking. I snatched out expecting to feel teeth and grabbed a fist full of soft neck fur lifted what was actually an incredibly light weight up to my face and shone my phone at it. It was a very small bundle literally sagging from its neck fur with two big brown eyes staring straight into mine. Terrified and utterly quiet. When I got back to the car and sat in my seat he lay on my shoulder and fell asleep. And snored clearly he’d been through a lot. And now the ordeal was seemingly over enough for him to relax. Jessica asked me was he a girl or a boy. Its a boy I said. How do you know. Erm… I can feel his Woodstock. great !!! let’s call him Woodstock!!! And so it was. He was covered in dogshit. Now so was I. And we rode and We took him straight to the pet store to clean him up and buy him well things.., lots of things things dogs need and we walked the aisles the three of us letting him Choose toys and his lead and his collar. I’ll Never forget that night. It was wonderful. One minute he was almost dead next terrified. Then picked up by strangers then after He had a power nap in the car, the next he’s walking with his bandy leg John Wayne strut under the strip lighted aisles of this massive pet store happy and playful. He wore a red bandana that night and from then on and drank religiously from the toilet throughout the night despite having a few bowls of water in the apartment he was every inch a survivor. He wasnt house broken it didn’t matter we were outdoors mostly and He ate through trailer doors and made many friends and Pnut had him on the lead off set and He became our onset dog I will always be eternally grateful to Georgia. It gave me the greatest of joys of being a dog owner And the bestest of friends after Max had passed Woody arrived He was 11 weeks old approx. The first morning we had him. He ate a turd and we chased him to drop it but he gobbled it down because he must have thought we wanted to eat it. So he ate it as fast as he could. We just wanted him to eat some real food. He now had plenty. But there was a survivor in him. That was clear he had had to eat what he could and from then on it was clear he had food issues. But he would never go hungry again. His nickname was Yamaduki. Because he literally yammed down a duki. So Woodstock Yamaduki was his full name. Woody Thomas later Woody two shoes and Wu for short.
Woody came back to the Uk after Jess’s parents kindly looked after him to avoid quarantine they house trained him. He had my tshirt from Warrior. I picked him up from them in California when I shot Dark Knight and thanked them. He hadn’t forgotten me and despite the tireless efforts and hard work that Jessica’s Mum and husband had put into Woody he heard my whistle again and turned and ran at me and didn’t look back. I felt for them but secretly I was very happy that my friend and I were reconnected. We all had a picnic we jumped into a lake Woody too and then it was clear Woody couldn’t swim and I hauled his ass out of the lake. Dragging him out the shit a second time cemented a pattern. I have hauled him out of rivers and ponds on many occasion since that day such was his love to chase ducks. Especially the Thames. his rabies titer had cleared he spent a week in quarantine and he became a Londoner.
He was an Angel. And he was my best friend. We went through so much together. Charlotte worked tirelessly with him to get him through a rough case of separation anxiety. He loved her like his Mum. And when she was pregnant he gaurded her fiercely.
He has been on many sets. Met many crews. Photo shoots premieres made many many friends he was #73 most influential animal in TIME magazine. He beat JAWS. Something we all thought was brilliant. He’s been in peaky blinders. Legend everyone who met him loved him. He didn’t have a bad bone in his body. All he knew was love.
I don’t normally speak out about family and friends but this is an unusual circumstance. Woody affected so many people in his own right so with great respect to his autonomy and as a familiar friendly face to many of you, it is with great great sadness a heavy heart that I inform you that after a very hard and short 6 month battle with an aggressive polymyostisis Woody passed away, two days ago. He was only Age 6. He was Far too young to leave us and We at home are devastated by his loss I am ultimately grateful for his loyal companionship and love and it is of some great comfort that he is no longer suffering. Above all I am completely gutted. the world for me was a better place with him in it and by my side. To the bestest friend ever. To me and to a family who loved him beyond words and whom he loved without doubt more than I have ever known. Woody was the bestest of journey companions we ever could dream of having. Our souls intertwined forever.
A friend told me
He was special bro, a shining example of man’s best friend. He burnt very very bright and, those that burn very bright sometimes burn half as long.
Thankyou Woody for choosing to find us. We will love you and be with you and you with us forever. Never ever ever forgotten. Your Boy tom xxx I love you beyond words. To the moon and back again and again to Infinity and beyond. Run with Max now and the Angels. I will see you when I get there. With all of me I love you. Always Thankyou for Your love beautiful boy.
Okay but Victuuri childhood friends au where Viktor used to babysit Yuuri and he absolutely adored him to the ends of the Earth and called him his lil bro and they used to have slumber parties together and Yuuri used to tag along sometimes whenever Viktor hung out with his friends because Chris and Georgi and everyone also adored Yuuri.
And when Yuuri is 14 he develops the biggest crush ever on Viktor but Viktor only sees him as his little brother so Yuuri is just silently pining away and Chris knows, so whenever Viktor gets a datemate, Chris spends the night in with Yuuri comforting him, watching movies and eating junk food. And whenever Viktor starts waxing poetic about his new s/o, Chris changes the topic asap because he doesn’t want Yuuri to get hurt. He even warns Viktor not to gush about his datemates to Yuuri, and when Viktor obliviously asks why, Chris just gives a bullshit answer like “he’s still young, he doesn’t care about that kind of stuff. You’ll bore him and he won’t talk to you anymore”.
Meanwhile Viktor has a new datemate like every month that he breaks up with like 2 weeks later, and 9 times out of 10, it’s because he literally will not stop talking about how adorable Yuuri is.
This goes on for several years and suddenly, Viktor is 23, and he’s dating this sweet Asian girl who goes to the same university as him and they’ve been together for a month, and he’s starting to think that maybe he’s ready to get serious.
He goes to pick Yuuri up from dance practice one day. And he’s expecting Yuuri to be doing ballet, and he loves watching Yuuri do ballet. Because he’s just. So graceful and gorgeous.
But he walks in.
And Yuuri’s wrapped around a pole.
And Viktor just fucking. Freezes.
Because holy fuck. Look at those thighs. And that ass. And is it hot in here or is it just me?
He stands there just completely spellbound until he’s broken out of it when he hears a wolf whistle from off to the side.
And he turns to see a dark-skinned young Asian teenager who can’t be much older than 16. And pick-up line after pick-up line is spewing from his lips as he takes approximately three hundred photos of Yuuri from all angles.
And Yuuri starts laughing so hard that eventually he has to come down, and he’s chastising the boy - Phichit - for distracting him.
And the jealousy that flares up in Viktor in that moment alerts him to the fact that, oh shit, he’s in love with Yuuri.
Disclaimer - I do not own any of Descendants’ characters and/or ideas all credit goes to the creator and producers of Disney Descendants
Pairing - Harry Hook x Reader
Summary – (Y/N) is the daughter of Dr. Facilier and is one of the Villain Kids who go to Auradon but when Mal returns to the Isle she goes with Ben, Evie, Carlos, and Jay to get her back when they run into her boyfriend, Harry Hook
Warning(s) - threats, if you squint harm/harassment hinted and mentioned, protective
Yondu didn’t have a talking car but he did have a flying arrow. He didn’t have the beautiful voice of an angel but he did have the whistle of one. Both Yondu and David Hasselhoff went on kick-ass adventures and hooked up with hot women and fought robots. I guess David Hasselhoff did kind of end up being my dad after all, and it was you, Yondu. I had a pretty cool dad.
Request: “Can you make a Bucky imagine in which he’s like the bad boy who is really cool and falls for y/n and is super sweet around her?” // I did it as a Greaser AU because I was listening to the Grease soundtrack while writing lol
Word Count: 1167 // My requests are still open!!
The Greasers didn’t like to be messed with. If you’re not at their level, you can’t speak to them. You go near them, you’re dead.
Pacing quickly down the sidewalk, you avoided the glare of the boys in the red Chevrolet parked across the street. A message alert on your phone made you stop, pulling your phone out of your pocket.
Steve: Just overheard that the Greasers are gonna be at the coffee shop. Be careful.
Mentally groaning in fear of anyone hearing you, you slipped into the door of the cafe, walking with your head down.
“Hi, uh, Miss? What would you like?” The barista grinned at you, as you looked up from your phone. “Sorry, can I just have a juice please?”
“What’s your name?” She asked, holding your cup in one hand and a sharpie in the other. “Y/N.” You pronounced, smiling back.
Soon enough, your name was called and you took your drink, walking out of the store.
You looked around before pushing the door open, seeing the Chevrolet had moved. Breathing a sigh of relief, you pushed the door open and began your walk home.
Going to grab your phone from your back pocket, you bumped into someone.
Feeling a hand on your back, you looked up, making direct eye contact with one of the leaders of the greaser gang, Bucky Barnes.
“I am so sorry, I really wasn’t concentrating. I should look where I’m going, sorr-” You mumbled, rambling away, “Hey, don’t worry about it. Y/N, is it?” He smiled warmly at you, “Uh, yeah, that’s me.”
“We have English together, right?” He asked, trying to making eye contact as you looked everywhere but his into his eyes.
“That we do,” you laughed nervously, “See you Monday, I guess.”
“See you Monday, Y/N.” He smiled, brushing past you as you walked back home, texting Steve about your ‘incident’.
Soon enough, Monday rolled around.
School always dragged along on a Monday. Whether it be the non existent enthusiasm from the students, or the bore of lessons from teachers paid less than they’re owed.
Grabbing your bag and heading out of the classroom, you avoided the glare of the same boys from the coffee shop stood outside your classroom.
You felt their eyes leave as you trailed outside to try and find your friends, Steve and Peggy.
Walking past the bleachers, you felt all eyes on you as hands gripped your shoulders.
“If it isn’t Little Miss Y/N.” You span around to be met with the eyes of one of Bucky’s gang, another member of the Greasers.
“H-hi?” You questioned, looking away from where he stared deeply at you, backed by two more Greasers; the rest sat on the bleachers.
“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N. May I ask why this pretty little mouth of yours was talking to Barnes outside the coffee shop last night?” You looked up, horrified that anyone had seen yours and Bucky’s conversation.
“I-I didn’t mean anything by it! I bumped into hi-” He pressed a finger over your lips, his minions trailing behind you, as he whistled for more of them to come over.
You were surrounded. You’d seen this happen before, and you prayed every night that they would never do it to you.
Grabbing your bag roughly off your shoulders, you gasped as they pulled your books out one by one, until they reached your sketchbook.
“Well what do we have here? A sketchbook! Let’s have a looky here shall we?” He smirked, picking up the black book from your feet.
Flipping through your doodles and practices, you prayed they wouldn’t find your illustration of the picture Bucky had posted recently.
But they did. Just your luck.
“And it gets better! How 'bout we show this to Buck when he gets here, hey? Is that what you want, Y/N? Attention? Well, sweetheart, that’s what you’re gonna get.”
Tears began to spill down your cheeks as he cascaded the sketchbook to the ground once again, the pencil drawing looking like a watercolour.
“Now, Y/N. How 'bouts we deal with you.” He spat, getting closer to your face. Grinning, he grabbed your hair and pulled your face up to meet his eyes.
Taking a harsh slap to the face, you looked into his eyes as he laughed, “Fuck. You.” you spat.
“What was that, Y/N? Say that again.” He looked shocked, but hid it. “I said fuck you.” He looked at you again, “You’re gonna regret that Y/N.”
Taking another hit, you saw the blood hit the concrete on the other side of the book.
“Hey!” A loud voice echoed from outside their circle, as the rest of the group scattered, you sank to the floor.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doin’?” Bucky asked the boy stood opposite you, as you let more tears flow. “You know what, I don’t wanna hear it. Back off.”
Bucky kneeled in front of you, smiling softly. “Y/N?”
“Y-yeah?” You held your nose in fear of it bleeding further.
“I’m so sorry the did that to you, I promise I would never have let them if I would’ve known. Are you alright?”
“Apart from nursing a headache and this nose bleed, I’ll be okay.” You smiled back up at him, his eyes glistening as he looked at you. “Shit, you need to get to the nurse.” He looked around you at the destruction of your bag, trying to pick up your scattered books.
“Did you draw this?” He asked, awe taking over his features. “Um, yes, I did. I’m sorry, it’s lame. I just saw the picture on my feed and I needed prac-”
“Y/N, babe, this is incredible.” He grinned from ear to ear, holding the book so delicately. “T-thank you, Bucky. It means a lot.” He slung your bag over his shoulder, offering you a hand as he led you to the nurses office.
“I’m still so sorry, Y/N. Can I please take you for coffee or something to make up for it?” He asked, brushing your hair behind your ear as you held tissue to your nose.
“I don’t drink coffee, but I’m definitely always down for pizza.” You laughed, Bucky joining you. “Well, pizza it is. Are you free tonight?”
- 6 months later -
Finishing the final sentence of your last-minute homework, you shoved the books into your bag as a knock at the door snapped you out of the world of your science work.
Opening the door with a smile, you saw Bucky, donned in his leather jacket and all black outfit.
“Mornin’ baby.” He smiled, pressing a kiss to your lips as you grinned into it. “Good morning, Bucky.”
“Did you sleep okay?” He asked, interlocking his fingers with yours. “I’d sleep better if my boyfriend wouldn’t keep messaging me every five minutes!”
“Well forgive me for caring about you!” He laughed, pressing a kiss to your temple.
“You know I love you really.” You nudged him slightly as he grinned. “I love you too, doll.”
I told Gamora how when I was a kid I used to pretend David Hasselhoff was my dad. He’s a singer and actor from earth, really famous guy. Yondu didn’t have a talking car, but he did have a flying arrow. He didn’t have a beautiful voice of an angel, but he did have the whistle of one. Both Yondu and David Hasselhoff went on kick-ass adventures and hooked up with hot women, and fought robots. I guess David Hasselhoff did kinda end up being my dad after all, only it was you, Yondu. Guardians of the Galaxy (2017)
Let me rant about jungkook for 3 seconds. first of ALL. HOW DARE HE WHISTLE LIKE THAT. WHY WAS HIS JAW LOOKING SEXIER THAN IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE ?! WHO IN THE WORLD ALLOWED HIM TO HAVE THAT DREAMY YET SENSUAL LOOK ON HIS FACE WHILE WHISTLING LIKE THAT ? BRO, EVERY TIME YOU WHISTLE , WE ARE ABOUT TO EXPLODE JUST LIKE A BOMB DOES (get it ? Because ‘make it whistle like a missile bomb’ ) SECOND OF ALL, WHO THE HELL ALLOWED YOU TO BE SMOOTH LIKE THAT. I DO NOT APPROVE. I BLINKED FOR THREE SECONDS AND THIS IS HOW YOU DO ME ??!! I NEVER ASKED TO BE MURDERED, I ONLY WANTED TO LIVE A PEACEFUL LIFE AND HAVE A BIAS WHO CAN CHILL. OH YEAH , I FORGOT .THERE’S NO SUCH THING AS HAVING A BIAS WHO CAN CHILL TF OUT IN THIS BAND. MY HEART HURTS AND YOU’RE TOO AESTHETICALLY PLEASING FOR THIS PLANET. GO AWAY. I LOVE YOU TOO MUCH TO KICK YOUR ASS, SO GO BACK TO DRINKING MILK AND HUGGING YOUR PILLOWS. MY HEART HURTS PPL. PLS TELL ME I’M NOT ALONE IN THIS 😭😭
genre/warnings: fluff/romance/smut, flangst, adorkableness, use of non-penetrative sex toys, (not so) dry humping
feat: Hansol Vernon Chwe/Original Female, Joshua, Jeonghan + various
prompts: roommate!Vernon, silliness, cuddles, mac n’cheese = love
(a/n) my birthday project for my muse. thank you for everything vern:) and kisses for @vernkn who gifed my soft sweater vernon aesthetic. enjoy!
She loved Joshua Hong.
When she was so graciously offered to live in her aunt’s vacation penthouse close to her university of choice, the only catch was that she had to pay some of the bills. Completely fair, because it was a kind enough gesture to give away a freshly furnished space to a niece you barely talked to. Luckily, there was enough room for another guest, enough to split the rent.
So in comes the savior of her life, brother from another mother, Joshua Hong, decked out in sandy beige Sperry’s and ironed white jeans. Fresh from South California, he wore their sunshine on his smile, and their attitude in his Cheshire eyes. He was attending the same university as well, and was conveniently looking for a means to stay. Needless to say, she pounced on him at orientation before he could ask anyone else.
I told Gamora how when I was a kid I used to pretend David Hasselhoff was my dad. He’s a singer and actor from Earth, a really famous guy. Earlier it struck me… Yondu didn’t have a talking car but he did have a flying arrow. He didn’t have the beautiful voice of an angel but he did have the whistle of one. Both Yondu and David Hasselhoff went on kick-ass adventures and hooked up with hot women and fought robots.
Summary: Bucky and Steve will never let you know that they’re the heads of your booty’s fanclub.
Authors note: It was so hard to find old timey slang for butt. Like we have so many words now I was surprised lmao.
Warnings: None, Bucky and Steve appreciating that cake
Your jeans only make it halfway up your thighs before they refuse to budge. You groan.
‘And this was my favorite pair too’
You sigh, before peeling off the jeans and rooting around in your dresser for something that you can wear. You never were the skinniest person, especially when it came to your hips and thighs. But then again you never were exactly bootylicious either. So when you became a SHEILD agent you thought your body would kinda slim down into a svelte mass of lean, toned muscle like the other female agents.
Boy were you wrong.
You gained muscle, and a lot of it too. Every single inch of you had at least some definition and your thighs had bulked up considerably. As for your butt….You sneak a peek at it in the mirror ‘I swear it gets bigger every day’ . Since you had joined the Avengers last year and your training had gotten even more intense you swear your booty had doubled in size. Your body was very… in your face nowadays. Wanda kindly described you as ‘shapely’. You pull out a pair of denim shorts that have some slight stretch to them.
You look at yourself in the mirror sighing. ‘ If I get anymore shapely I’m gonna have to buy an entire new wardrobe.’
“Pal, why is ya oatmeal always so…” Steve makes a face “…Soggy?”
Bucky and Steve are sitting eating breakfast, at a table that’s situated slightly back and across from the kitchen, next to an open door. Bucky snorts.
“It’s oatmeal Steve, it’s supposed to be soggy.” Steve rolls his eyes but takes another bite of his oatmeal, making a mental note to make breakfast himself the next morning.
Bucky lets out a soft, low whistle. Steve turns his his head, slowly. He knows what that whistle means. He watches as you enter from the other side of the room, cross the kitchen and start rifling in the cabinets. Or rather he watches your ass cross the kitchen and start rifling in the cupboards. You Steve, and Bucky were pretty good friends. You had surprisingly befriended Bucky first, and then Steve. Bucky had been making a good recovery, but was still kind of shy, except around Steve and Sam, and then you. Your sense of humor and openness kind of disarmed him. The three of you would always hang out, watch movies, and talk about anything and everything. But the one thing that Bucky and Steve would never mention is that they both agreed that you by far had the best body they had ever seen. And they were low-key its fan club.
The super soldier’s eyes track you as you gather your cup of tea and cheese danish in one hand and exit the room.
“Now ain’t that a beautiful sight to see in the morning?” Bucky says, smirking and sipping his coffee.
“Yes,” Steve smirks back “As I always say,the lady is truly blessed.”
“Amen.” Bucky says raising his coffee mug. “I mean have you ever seen such beautiful gams on a dame?”
“No,” Steve pushes back his bowl of soggy oatmeal and crosses his arms over his chest. A devious grin forms on his face. “But that’s not the only thing that’s beautiful.”
Bucky’s grin widens to epic shit eating proportions. “True, Y/N’s a bit broad in the beam, ain’t she?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Your voice coming from behind them nearly stops both super soldier’s hearts. They turn, mouths slack, to find you standing in the doorway behind their table, tea and cheese danish in one hand, the other perched on your hip.
“Ah-um-I-um” Steve splutters, unable to form words. Bucky, on the other hand, decides distraction is the best course of action.
“Y/N! Sugar, sweetheart, you look lovely today. How’s that cheese danish? I heard the weather’s going to be nice , maybe we should go to the park?” He exclaims, red slowly creeping up his neck until his whole face is scarlet. You silently look from Steve to Bucky. ‘Well if they’re not gonna spill, Google will’
You pull out your phone and look at it. “Well looks like I have somewhere to be so I’ll see you boys later.”
You turn, hearing twin goodbye’s being called out after you, with at least one voice cracking in the middle.
You retreat back your room and fire up your laptop. Bucky and Steve were always using obscure old timey slang that no one understood. ‘they better haven’t been throwing shade…’ you shake your head. It seemed like they were talking about something physical about you, and not in a bad way. You feel warm and kind of insecure at the same time. You couldn’t deny that the two super soldiers were very attractive.
You open google and type “gams meaning” into the search engine.
plural noun: gams
a leg, especially in reference to the shapeliness of a woman’s leg.
A giggle escapes your mouth. ‘oh my’ you think.
You type the next phrase into Google, and click on the phrase dictionary that comes up.
Broad in the beam
Having wide hips or buttocks
You stare at the screen for a moment and then recall the overheard conversation. Your mouth falls open as you choke out a laugh ‘Oh my god’
Later that day you find Bucky,Steve and Sam sitting outside. You join them, and they all greet you, but you notice Bucky isn’t looking you in the eye and Steve’s ears are pink. Sam doesn’t seem to notice the tension and dives into a story about sweeping a girl off her feet in the local coffee shop.
“…then she gave me her number.”
“That’s great!” Steve says “You gonna take her out soon?”
“Yeah this weekend”
“That is great,” Bucky smiles “What does she look like?” he asks curiously.
“Man she had the cutest laugh, and those dimples…” Sam pauses, smiling to himself. “She had short dark hair, and was so curvy…..like damn.” Everyone chuckles a bit at this, and after the chuckles stop you pipe up.
“Curvy? Sam get with the times, you don’t call women curvy anymore, its called being broad in the beam.” You say and smirk at the two super soldiers. They promptly turn bright red, Bucky choking a little bit. Sam whips his head back and forth between the three of you.
“Am I missing something?” he asks.
Steve clears his throat, holding out his hands imploringly.