looks ugly but i tried ; ;

5

When you’re under investigation and unable to act officially but you don’t give a f.. about UN’s orders.
Idk, I just wanted to draw theses two together.

8

rucas meme [½] seasons 

season one ▹ “what’s your name?” “riley” “what’s his name?” “lucas” “you like a good story riley? then start at the beginning.” 

Voltron as rude things my friends have said

Lance: wanna see some real funny shit [shows picture of Keith]

Keith: [teacher: is judging a guy he saw at Walmart] my gaydar is going off

Pidge: [points at everyone in the lunch line one by one] you gay, you ugly, you alright

Hunk:[holding burned cookies he tried to make] eat them or I’ll shove them up your ass

Shiro: [trying to do his eyeliner] I swear to god and the lord and savior if this line keeps looking like Keith’s sexuality I’m gonna fuck the dog

Allura: [throws away bracelet someone made her] was it sparkly tho?

Coran: [someone standing in front of the mirror] get out your blocking the fucking view you uncultured swine

4

been wanting to use this dumb scene since forever but it looks like itll never happen in my fics so here take my mediocre art instead 👌

OK Y'ALL PEOPLE READY

BECAUSE I’M ABOUT TO COOK SOME KATSUDON TODAY ITS GONNA BE GOOD

Get your pork…

Cut it and beat it (like the Michael Jackson song)…

Coat in flour…

Egg…

And breadcrumbs.

Get a pot of oil and wait for the temperature to rise.

Snack break, egg custard. ;)

Almost there…

Ready to put into the pot!

Katsudon in the pot (I tried not to burn myself putting it in the pot and I ended up splashing a bit of oil outside so my mom had to clean it up, no harm done. XD)

OHHHHHHHHHHH YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH hehehe

Put on the rack and let it cool.

Get the sauce ready.

Add the onions.

Grab some leftover rice and heat it up.

Put the katsudon in the bowl (I added egg but it looked a little bit uncooked. Hoping I don’t get sick. XD).

Pour the rest of the sauce…

Garnish with green onion…

(It looks ugly, I know. xD) …and the katsudon is ready! But not before you…

Grap your chopsticks…

Put on your glasses…

…and ENJOY.

(A selfie with my katsudon. Yes, I’m a boy and love YoI, so what?)

VKUSNO!!!

~THE END~

Recipe used: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PjPSwWvNQJ4

anonymous asked:

Makeup artist grantaire, maybe stage/theater

Listen: Grantaire as a makeup artist in the fashion industry.

All the creators WANT HIM because he’s so talented at what he does. He’s totally against that “hide people’s flaws behind makeup like a mask” bullshit. Grantaire sees beauty and magnifies it. Fashion designers call him the Michelangelo of make up and fight over who will manage to get him to work for them.

Grantaire has been working with Jehan lately, a new upcoming designer in the ashion industry, who impresses everybody with their bold choices, colour patterns and fabric associations. Everything Jehan was called weird for wearing before is now trendy and visionary. Plus, Jehan defies expectations by breaking gender barriers and working with models who don’t fit the runway’s standards.

So Grantaire goes to work one day, and there’s this new model who’s just started working with Jehan. Rumour has it he used to work with Dior and Yves Saint Laurent, but he ended his contract to work with Jehan, because their beliefs aligned perfectly. His name is Enjolras, and Grantaire is convinced he’s seen him on billboards before. But that was nothing compared to reality.

Grantaire has never seen someone that breath-takingly beautiful before. The new model’s divine, in an actually god-like way. Grantaire tries to keep it cool and shakes his hand, invites him to sit, the way things are usually done, but his throat has gone completely dry.

They’re here to determine which makeup style suits Enjolras best. It’s the standard procedure when a new model is hired. As ever, Grantaire tries to cover his nervousness but thinking out loud and talking, so the two of them end up having a conversation revolving mainly about makeup. Grantaire’s almost done when Enjolras asks him:

“So why did you choose to become makeup artist?”

Grantaire shrugs.

“I guess when you’re fuck ugly you just want to compensate by making something beautiful.”

That kind of answer usually weird people out. But Enjolras simply looks at him, all gold and eyeliner, glitter shining on his lips:

“You have beautiful eyes.”

Grantaire’s heart skips a beat. He does not fall in love so much as he plunges head first into it

Punk (Chap. 2)

Originally posted by kryzx

Summary: You’re head over heels for you’re best friend Bucky and hate the nickname he gave you as it doesn’t exactly scream romance.

Word count: 1805

Warnings: Cursing, low-self esteem, chubby!reader x bucky, idk….

A/N:  I hope you like this chapter, for some reason I enjoy it a lot though it’s not much.  I have a three day weekend coming up so hopefully I can continue working on my fics.  Thanks for your patience and I LOVE the feedback :]


 

Natasha Romanov was many things: ace assassin, hotshot hacker, super spy.  Pleasant in the morning?  No. Not one of her virtues. You might as well have poked a sleeping bear with a pointy stick; their reactions were generally the same.  Though the bear was more likely to let you live, come to think of it.  But desperate times called for desperate measures.

 The red head cradled her mug as she shuffled back towards the bed with eyes half open.  You took that as an invitation, though it probably wouldn’t work on vampires, you’d have to remember that should the time come.  You kicked the door shut and plopped onto the bed where a half-naked Clint was slowly entering the world of consciousness.  You signed “good morning” to him once his confused expression grazed from Natasha and back to you.  He grinned puckishly before speaking aloud, “Is it my birthday?”

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