keith talks to inanimate objects and will enthusiastically deny it if anyone catches him
animal: whines lance, sympathetically: i know, baby, i know
hunk can keep a straight face come hell or high water, will frequently say some absolutely absurd thing or go off on a silly tangent completely deadpan, and the others just fuckin lose it
also hunk has made lance laugh until he peed twice in the history of their friendship and constantly threatens to do it again
shiro can drink an entire half gallon of milk in a single go
he can also fit twelve jumbo marshmallows in his mouth and is constantly looking for an excuse to show off this talent
hunk used to have hair down to his chest before the garrison and he still occasionally laments its loss
sometimes he just….. wistfully stares at allura’s long hair, wanting. remembering
lance also misses the long hair bc he got to brush it and braid it all the time and pretend like hunk was a disney princess and lance was his prince hunk doesn’t know this and if lance has anything to do with it he never will
coran used to be a helpless flirt, like lance… but way more successful
was once simultaneously engaged to a widowed countess, a prince, a bounty hunter, and two royal handmaidens
allura had to really work her diplomatic connections to get him out of that one and tbh she never lets him live it down even now
lance idolized shiro throughout most of his garrison career and is frankly shocked to discover that shiro is just a total goober who frequently pretends like he’s in the star wars universe and has passionate opinions about the matrix movies and drools when he sleeps
allura thinks hunk would make a great diplomat and is not-so-subtly grooming him to be so
keeps taking him and him alone to meet important people, giving him negotiation tips, asking for his opinions on people they meet even if she’s already made up her mind about them
sometimes introduces him to new people as a prince or a minister or some other authoritative figure
hunk is chill with this as long as he gets to make up the name of the planet that he’s allegedly the prince of
keith snorts when he laughs really hard
lance and hunk team up to try and make him snort as often as possible
Wig Hack Wednesday #4 !
Today I wanna introduce a no-sew-no-glue method to add volume to your wig with a jumbo braid (or braiding hair). Using this method will save you time and money because you’ll be getting more bang for your buck! Jumbo braids are pretty cheap and can range from around $2-$8 depend on quality of the hair fiber. Usually, they are used to add thickness to braid hairstyles, but you can use it for any “big-hair” hairstyle, really. Be careful when using hair dryer or heat tools with jumbo braids because they cannot stand as much heat-styling as other wig fibers. For this tutorial, I’m using a jumbo braid in marshmallow from Arda Wigs.
- Untie the end of the jumbo braid. Separate and cut a small piece of weft from it. Keep in mind that you’ll need the piece to be double of the length you would want for the final product because you will be folding the piece in half.
- Use a latch crochet hook to go under the elastic band of the wig and grab the folded hair
- Bring the hook back through the same hole, making sure the latch closes before you pull it through the hole
- Grab the hair with your fingers, twist it once and hold
- Bring the hair from the hanging side and pull it through the twisted loop without tightening the loop
- Bring the loop to the opposite side and twist it again
- Pull the hair from the hanging side through the loop again
- Pull and tighten the knot so it’s as small as possible
- Keep adding more hair to the other elastics and different sections of the wig. You can tease it for more volume!
I used this method to make a Sage Madara (Naruto) wig and it produced great result with high volume but still very light-weight. I hope this helps you create cool wigs with super volume at low cost (looking at Steven Universe people…lol )
They’re in the chilly fluorescent produce section, Neil steering the cart and Andrew catching it whenever he finds chocolate-covered berries or cartons of blended sugary juice to add to the pile. Neil’s got his old jersey conspicuously clashing with their new team’s red sweats, a dark bandana twisted up in his hair. It’s almost closing, and everything feels a bit cool and loose like no one’s really supposed to be awake.
When Neil’s busy bagging carrots Andrew gets his arms folded over the handle of the shopping cart, this stupid black t-shirt all stretched out at the neck, wire-framed glasses perched on his nose, mouth flat. Neil’s sort of fond of Andrew wearing his glasses in public, and he finds himself walking backwards in front of the cart as it’s pushed, openly watching him. Andrew picks the pace up just enough to bump heavily into his shins.
Neil smiles, looping his fingers through his end of the cart so they each have a side, rolling lopsidedly towards the opening of an aisle.
“Stop making things difficult.”
“Let me drive the cart.”
Andrew regards him, fair eyebrows raised. “You’re a control freak.”
Neil laughs, startled. “You let three people total drive your car. You wouldn’t even let Sir or King in our bed for the first three months we had them. You bartered for my secrets when we met, Andrew. ”
“And?” Andrew asks, examining a box of cake mix.
“I don’t think you should be talking about controlling personalities.”
Andrew ignores him, tossing the box in the cart and pushing it back towards Neil. “Go get your diet plan shit.”
Neil makes a face. “It’s our diet plan.”
“I am not willfully drinking skimmed milk.” Andrew crosses to the bags of jumbo marshmallows and Neil pinches the bridge of his nose.
“I’ll put it in your hot chocolate.”
“You’ll die,” Andrew says simply.
Neil jostles the cart into Andrew’s side, and he drops the marshmallows back on the shelf, unimpressed. “Meet me at the front in five. I’m getting actual food to sustain actual people.”
Andrew shrugs and turns to wander out of the aisle, dragging the cart the wrong way behind him.
Neil coughs so he doesn’t laugh, senselessly thrilled. He jogs back towards the meat section, threading through coolers and displays until he finds the turkey bacon and lean chicken breasts that they live on. He’s frowning at an especially lifeless beige cut of fish when he’s wrenched around by the arm.
Summary: *REQUESTED* You have the biggest crush on the class clown. Unfortunately, he can’t even take himself seriously…
You weren’t thrilled to have chemistry first thing in the morning. You weren’t excited for the first day of school. It was your senior year and you had already had it with high school. You just wanted to take your SAT again to get a better score and be done with it. Your mom would die if you didn’t get into a decent college.
Summary: Peter plays chubby bunny with reader and it gets a little messy.
A strong breeze ran through your room and papers flew everywhere signaling that Peter was here. I looked up at him from my notebook. He was standing there with his usual cute sirk and a bag a marshmallows. I tilt my head to the side, “What are you doing and why are you holding a bag of jumbo sized marshmallows”, I questioned him furrowing my eyebrows. “There’s this game called chubby bunny. Where you stuff as many of these”, he shakes the bag, “as you can into your mouth and you say chubby bunny every time you add one”. He plopped down next to me on the bed, “You wanna play buttercup”.
I nod then Peter rips the top of the bag open. A few marshmallows fall out, he grabs one and puts it in his mouth, “Chubby bunny” he said after he pushed the marshmallow into the side of his mouth. He nods on my direction “Your turn”. I push one of the marshmallows into the side saying chubby bunny before looking at Peter signaling it’s his turn.
A few minutes later Peter and I have both taken at least five turns. Peter’s cheeks have been filled to the brim to the point where he can barely say chubby bunny anymore. The marshmallows in my mouth have started dissolving. Peter is trying to shove another marshmallow into his before he chokes and spits all the marshmallows in his mouth in the garbage can by my bed.
I throw my arms above my head and make a noise of victory. I spit the marshmallows out. “I win”
Morality is a firm believer in tradition. Every summer is kicked off with a campfire cookout, complete with burgers, sodas, sparklers, and s’mores roasted over an open flame. Princey and Logan have always been a part, but it’s just recently that Anxiety has started spending time with them all. So, by extension, this is the first time he accepts Patton’s invitation to join them. The night before, Morality writes a list of things to pick up from the store, reading the items aloud in the main room on the couch beside Ann.
Warning: sexual references and stuff not actuall smut in any way though
Pairing: Josh Dun x reader
Sum.: The one where you are camping and you accidentally get some marshmallow on your lips
A/N: short and “sweet”…idk hope this doesn’t scar you at how bad it is
You grabbed another piece of wood and threw it on the fire to hopefully get warmer. The sun had gone down an hour or two ago and with that the campfire, you and your friends sat around, was the only thing that kept you warm. Two couples and then three singles, you included. You sat back down on one of the logs next to Josh. Conversation had been stale with the others for a while now but every time you talked to him no matter what about it seemed to be interesting. It might be because this was feeding into your enormous crush on him or maybe…no actually it probably was that. Josh started up a new conversation with you and even though you didn’t really care for the topic you still tried to sound interested for Josh’s sake. Soon enough you two subtlety stopped talking about any real topic and kind of started flirting again. There had been flirty remarks all evening long but now they were getting a little out of hand. Both couples left to go sleep around 10 minutes later which only left you three sitting around. You grabbed the last marshmallow out of the bag and stuck it on a stick.
Thankfully you hadn’t burned it too badly as you took it out of the fire, you had forgotten about it for a moment while talking to Josh.
You blew on it for a little bit, hoping you wouldn’t burn your mouth on the last marshmallow for the evening.
Even tho you began to eat it in small bites at first you inevitably decided to then just stick the whole jumbo marshmallow in your mouth. Just like anticipated a bunch of it spilled out and covered your lips. You began to laugh slightly when you turned towards Josh because he looked at you with a smirk in his face. “Don’t even think about it”, you smirked back and then tried to lick some of it off of your lips.
Josh leaned forward slightly and while keeping a smug face he said “Here let me help you.” Before you could question what he said he grabbed your chin and pulled your face towards his. He pressed his lips on yours and you automatically closed your eyes leaning into the kiss. He pulled on your lower lip with his teeth, deepening the kiss. You opened your mouth slightly but Josh let go of your face and moved back again.
“Hmh marshmallow”, Josh grinned widely and you chuckled.
All of you sat in silence for a little while before Josh stood up and took your hand. You followed him blindly, guessing you two would get some privacy to talk.
“Use protection”, your friend shouted after you before the two of you disappeared in a tent leaving them alone.
I'm so in love with the mafia!au !!! It's amazing!! So what would Patton do when Ann is having a real bad day or when he wakes up from a nightmare or something bad happends to Ann? ((I'm in need of fluff)) ((Ily))
Whenever Ann is in need of comforting, Patton drops what he’s doing and brings Ann to the kitchen, demanding everyone clear the area. He makes Ann a mug of hot chocolate with one jumbo and three normal marshmallows buried under a mountain of whipped cream. Then they bake cookies together, mountains and mountains of them until they have more than they know what to do with. Patton also tells an excessive amount of dad jokes until a smile passes over Ann’s face.
Prompt(s): Hey! Can you do a Peter Parker imagine where the readers parents are out of town and there’s a really bad storm and the power goes out and the reader has a HUGE fear of the dark, and then Peter comes over and they just chill and have fun?? Thank you <3 <3
Notes: Peter is a bean who makes scary things fun c:
Warning(s): Slight use of language.
When it started storming (y/n) had to remind themselves that they were fine. It wasn’t the storm that they were afraid of, they were just afraid of the power going out. And to make matters worse (y/n)’s parents were gone for the weekend, leaving their teenage child at home alone. The neighbors would check in throughout the day, making sure that (y/n) was okay.
There was a loud boom and suddenly the lights in the living room went off, as did the wifi. (y/n) was NOT Okay.
Peter was watching TV in his room, lazily throwing a ball against his wall. At the same time that there was a loud boom in the distance he got a frantic text from (y/n), one of his best friends and long time crush. Raising an eyebrow, Peter picked up his phone and read the text.
[To Peter: Hey Pete can you come over? Like right now? You know how I am with the dark and the power just went out and my parents aren’t home and-]
That wasn’t the end of the text, but it was enough for Peter to type a reply, grab his raincoat, and practically fly into the spiderman costume. He was at (y/n)’s in a matter of five minutes.
“What should we do?” Peter asked. He had ditched the costume under (y/n)’s lattice porch, mostly raved from the rain. He now sat with (y/n) in the livingroom, his friend practically curled into his arms. They had the flashlights of their phones on and candles around the livingroom. It was beginning to smell like a forest in there, with all the flowery scents.
“I don’t know…” (y/n) mumbled. Peter frowned with a hum before taking (y/n)’s hand as he stood up.
“Let’s go to your room and grab some pillows and blankets. We can make a pillow fort in the living room and peek our heads out the opening. Maybe we can make finger shadows on the blankets.” (y/n) had to smile at the thoughtful idea. They gave a shaky nod and clung close to Peter as they went.
“Rabbit, duh.” (y/n) said. Having calmed down, they sat inside the pillow fort. The candles cast an orange glow onto the blankets and the flashlights they found in the kitchen helped to illuminate the fort. Peter had one positioned behind them as he set down his hands.
“Okay okay, hot shot, what can you do?” He teased. (y/n) grinned and made a cat, to which Peter got easily. On his turn he somehow managed to make a dog. (y/n) snorted and said so, to which Peter frowned at the extent of his finger-shadow knowledge.
(y/n), having a little more experience, made a turtle. Peter had to take a few minutes and a few different guesses before he got it.
“Lizard? Iguana? Oh shit- Turtle! It’s a turtle, isn’t it?”
“Haha, yup! It’s a turtle.” Peter scoffed and shook his head. He leaned back into the extra pillows on the floor and sighed.
“…..I can’t guarantee they won’t smell, but should we roast marshmallows over the candles?”
“YES HOLY CRAP!” (y/n) practically yelled. They took Peter by the arm and scavenged the kitchen for utensils needed for s'mores.
Peter decided that candle roasted s'mores weren’t that bad. They had a slightly weird tang and scent but they were still pretty good. (y/n) agreed in return, swallowing the rest of theirs.
“Not bad. Could be better.”
“Haha, yeah! I was afraid the toothpicks we used were going to catch on fire.”
(y/n) snorted, “Nah, I doubt it. The jumbo marshmallows practically cover all of it.”
“Well still! I don’t want to accidentally set your house on fire!” “You won’t set my house on fire, Peter!” (y/n) laughed. They punched him on the shoulder and got one in return.
The two stayed up pretty late into the night, having fun and roasting multiple candle s'mores. It was around one at night that the two of them fell asleep, snuggled together in the blankets. It was around two that the lights came back on and the roaring of the AC scared both teenagers back into consciousness.
“….Well then.” Peter mumbled. He nuzzled his face back into the pillow he had in his arms. (y/n) grumbled and got up to turn off the lights. They came back into the fort, the candles long since then blown out to prevent fires. They shuffled back into the covers and smiled at the feeling of Peter pressed against them. They both slept easily after that, and (y/n) knew who to call when the power went off next time.
Kraft macaroni & cheese (I love how it’s solid and pasta-y but also clumps together into gooey feed able bites)
Other pasta (ideally something with a clingy wine/butter type sauce, but really anything)
Assorted fancy donuts (maybe blindfolded? so he has to guess what each one is)
Pizza (we’d be watching a movie, and every so often he’d discover that I’d gotten him another slice, and then at the end of the movie he’d discover how much he’d actually eaten)
Instant mashed potatoes (because *apparently* if you eat these mixed with just a little water, and then drink more water, they swell up inside you and you can feel yourself expanding)
Jumbo marshmallows (I like to hand feed people, and I like that they’re soft and yielding but large enough that you have to open your mouth pretty wide to get a whole one in)
Cheesecake (similar to above, the textural thing)
A ton of beer (round, bloated, and sorta drunk sounds like fun times)
Milkshakes (for the “I’m going to make you so fucking fat” angle… hearing him moan as talk about what I’m pouring into him is about to do to his body… all the extra things I put into it to make sure it really blimps him up… how I’m going to measure him tomorrow and if I’m not happy I’ll make him live on milkshakes, just keep him full all the time until he’s plumped up to my satisfaction)
Pudding (I just have this thing about pudding… also, a belly packed full of pudding seems like it would be the most fun possible to play with)
Jello (possibly a competitor for the “most fun to play with” title)
A/N: For the anon who wanted jealous Seventeen! Not gonna lie, anon….I have no idea if you meant you wanted a single pairing to be jealous or if you wanted all thirteen to be jealous of each other hahaha but here it is! Thank you for requesting, I hope you like it! It’s kind of cheesy though….
- Admin Mochi ✨
In school, stress and competition are inevitable. At least that’s how it was at the private institution thirteen best friends attended. Their academic peers were all like that: fighting to get to the top even if they were all just teenagers still. They’d stab their own friend in the back if it meant being number one.
Usually, these thirteen boys were very good at avoiding the drama. The closest thing they’ve had to an argument was when Seungkwan ate Jihoon’s quesadilla but even that didn’t last for fifteen minutes. But lately, the tension in school was starting to leak into their inner circle and the result wasn’t pretty.
Jeonghan glared at Seungcheol as the elder lifted weights in their hangout room. What a show-off, he’s been lifting those for the past hour, Jeonghan thought bitterly to himself. The long-haired teen looked at his own lanky arms then scoffed in his head. Whatever.
Across the room, Jihoon was staring at Joshua play the guitar, feeling resentful. Everyone was always complimenting Joshua on the guitar but what about Jihoon? He was just as good as Joshua. This semester, Joshua had gone into the music production class. If Joshua learned how to produce, what would Jihoon be? And what if Joshua was better at it? He certainly had a ear for good American music.
No. That wouldn’t do. When Joshua asked if Jihoon wanted to do a collab, Jihoon had curtly replied, “Sorry, I’m busy.” But even Joshua felt the anger and only shrugged.
Sitting at the desk were Vernon and Wonwoo, surrounded by paper. Both of them were writing rap lyrics for their music period. What most people didn’t know was that even if Vernon’s lyrics were iconic, Wonwoo’s were more poetic. Usually, people liked the iconic factor, the thing that can make a crowd go “OOOOH!” from the cleverness of the phrase. But that must’ve not been what the teacher thought because Wonwoo had gotten an A for his lyrics while Vernon got a C.