[wearing a fake leather jacket, eating ritz crackers out of the box, reclining in a casual position somewhere i shouldnt logically be able to access] im emotionally vulnerable as shit dude ill cry on any of you
It’s time to celebrate another birthday! This time the Fries Squad came together and made some gifts for our lovely bab @nooboos!
💖 We hope you have an amazingly wonderful birthday with lots of cake
and chicken nuggets, and hopefully you’ll enjoy not being a teenager
anymore hehe :-D
Wonder Woman 2 set, day 1 of shooting, Patty Jenkins digging through boxes in the costume department, throwing jackets and scarves at Gal, already dressed in a red heavy coat and long blue baggy pants.
Patty... are, are you sure you want THIS to be Diana's new costume!? I mean, I can't really move in this...
*still digging through clothes* Shut up. I leave you with those two for 3 months and they manage to throw away every single good thing I did with 4 shots of your ass! I FUCKING DARE THEM TO DO THAT AGAIN. Nobody ever fucking listens to me and now I have to redo the whole thing all over again thanks to fucking Joss Whedon and his inability to look at a woman without putting a camera on her ass and boobs. And YOU, why didn't you protest!? Didn't I teach you anything?
Richie Tozier hasn’t spoken a word to anybody since he came to Derry in the middle of the school year. Until he talks to Eddie Kaspbrak.
He sits in the back of the classroom with his head on the table and his eyes closed, chocolate curls dancing along his forehead and plump lips curled into the most beautiful frown. Nobody knows why he’s here, or where he’s come from, just that he smokes expensive cigarettes and smells like an adult’s cologne. Sixteen-year-old Richie Tozier has not spoken a word to anybody in the eleventh grade since the first day he arrived—December seventh, Eddie would never forget it.
bill: [wearing a fake leather jacket, eating ritz crackers out of the box, reclining in a casual position somewhere he shouldn’t logically be able to access] im emotionally vulnerable as shit dude i’ll cry on any of you
Roman knew you were reaching your breaking point. As much as you tried to stay cool and collected under the gaze of his bedroom eyes, he could tell it was all an act. Being an upir had its advantages. One of them being how he could catch your eye and sense your body remembering every welcomed violation he performed on your pleasure deprived body only a few hours prior. He could hear your heart race and he could all but taste the blood rushing to his favorite spot between your thighs. He wanted you again the moment he watched you fall into euphoria in his arms.
shiro stans: cloudy weather, the smokey smell of forests, foggy mornings, sunrise, black cats with bright eyes, vintage cars, soft damp hair, hot coffee in the morning, the city lights, night time driving, an owl hooting at night, star gazing, combat boots, late night conversations, calloused hands, lightening cracking across darkened skies, comfortable silence
keith stans: naps while it rains, cool breeze through your hair, a cats soft purr, full book shelves along the walls, incense burning, the calm before the storm, twilight, dimly lit rooms, snow peaked mountains, leather jackets, harley davidson motorcycles, finger less gloves, overcast weather, graffiti, late night concerts, dyed hair, a vintage painting
lance stans: a softly played (latin) guitar, warm sand at the beach, the smell of salt water in the air, the gentle lapping of water, hat on backwards, good smelling lotions, gentle face masks, the sound of the ocean waves, feeling the sun warm your skin for the first time today, clear blue skies, open fields, tree leaves rustling in the wind, the smell of sun screen, bubble gum, tanned skin, jean jackets
hunk stans: warm clothes straight out the dryer, fresh baked cookies that melt in your mouth, florescent lit up rooms, converse all stars, sweat pants, telescopes, constellations, star gazing, road trips, candid photos, bandannas, history and art museums, cameras, nose kisses, long walks, roller coasters, bumblebees, splashing in the water, the smell of a fresh and newly bought book, abstract paintings, pizzerias, old nintendo video games
pidge stans: falling asleep in libraries, bicycles with baskets full of books, collared shirts, classic literature, potted plants, neat handwriting, daydreaming, ice cream trucks, big headphones, sunflowers,round vintage glasses, quick tapping of fingers on a keyboard, shelves full of journals, doodles on notes, christmas lights strung up along the walls, fishnet leggings
allura stans: bath bombs, space buns, flower crowns, bright eye shadow, red lipstick, the moon, pink lemonade, rose water, sunset, romantic poetry, watercolors, running through a meadow, messy buns, floral dresses, iced tea, going to the fair, cotton candy, milkshakes, flower shops, silk night gown, a warm bed, silhouette, crochet tops, holographic skirts
coran stans: hand written love letters, elvis presely, record players, polaroid cameras, cool buttons and pins clipped to jean jackets, ankle boots, old trucks, old mix tapes, cigar boxes, photo albums, recorded videos, family gatherings, speeding down open roads, the warm afternoon, type writers, loose shirts, blue jeans, engraved pocket knives, black coffee, green forests, wandering deers, cool colored ankle socks
Warnings: Starts out angsty, with some arguing and
swearing, but mostly just a fluff piece with a happy ending.
Word Count: 1,583
Summary: A sad Tom doesn’t want you to go out of town for
work, which leads from an argument to a much bigger, more important question. Small
mention of jealous!Tom over Chris Evans.
A/N: Haven’t written in a while, but this little one-shot
popped into my head last night and I just had to bring it to life. :) Enjoy! (Not my gif, obviously)
You had found over the many years with Tom, that it was
never good when he was quiet. It meant that every gear in that beautiful head of
his was turning. Calculating. Drawing conclusions without merit.
In many ways, you noticed that he paralleled his infamous
character Loki. In that, he was calculated, measured, and observant. This was
one of those observant times.
So, it was no surprise to you that as you came into your
home and began shedding your jacket, Tom’s voice carried across the room barely
above a whisper, and cool beyond belief.