minus beard

had to take a quick break from commissions/requests to sketch out a rough design for a new d&d character for a campaign my friend is dm’ing for his birthday! he suggested the concept to me because i am, in fact, a bird person (a pigeon whisperer) so this dude is a weird kind of odin. can you tell i kind of based his design off the vagabond, lol

𝕪̲̅𝕠̲̅𝕦̲̅ 𝕔̲̅𝕒̲̅𝕟̲̅ 𝕤̲̅𝕖̲̅𝕖̲̅ 𝕥̲̅𝕙̲̅𝕖̲̅ 𝕤̲̅𝕒̲̅𝕞̲̅𝕖̲̅ 𝕖̲̅𝕪̲̅𝕖̲̅𝕤̲̅ 𝕚̲̅𝕟̲̅ 𝕕̲̅𝕚̲̅𝕗̲̅𝕗̲̅𝕖̲̅𝕣̲̅𝕖̲̅𝕟̲̅𝕥̲̅ 𝕡̲̅𝕖̲̅𝕠̲̅𝕡̲̅𝕝̲̅𝕖̲̅

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it was me. i was your barista. …with. ya know. my wig. and everything… um. *kids bop version of The Twilight Zone theme begins softly playing* -arin

anonymous asked:

43) Dean Ambrose

#43- “I don’t think you understand the term ‘dead or alive’, because I don’t know if this thing IS dead or alive” (Dean Ambrose)

From drabble list #2 here

Originally posted by vaniwin

**I got carried away with this. Sorry.**

           If I didn’t have to use the bathroom, we wouldn’t have been wandering in the woods in a small virus infected town. Dean and I had driven down a foreign stretch of road in a distant part of Arkansas. The only things greeting us on this long trip were the frequent rolls of tumbleweed and the calls of crows flying overhead. There had been an abandoned rest stop three miles earlier but the electricity and plumbing had been cut with very little food left on the shelves. Dean grabbed them up as I kept a close eye on our surroundings: shotgun gripped tightly in my hands and two revolvers strapped to my waist, ready and load to shoot.

           “Baby, I can’t have you not eating. It’s not good for you or the baby.” His arm snaked around me, onto the growing bump of my stomach, uttering a quick apology when I flinched in surprise and placed my finger on the trigger. “Don’t shoot! It’s just me.”

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Can I please ask you a favor, Tumblr friends.

My dad looked almost exactly like this when he was young. Same hair, same beard, blue eyes. 

As most of you know I’m pregnant, and I REALLY want my baby to look like this when he comes out (blonde hair, blue eyes, minus the beard). But the father of the baby has dark hair and dark brown eyes, and so do both of his parents. I’m sort of dark blonde with brown eyes. So the odds for this baby to look like that  👆  aren’t very high. 

I need every one of you who are at least a little bit religious to pray for the baby to come out looking a lot like this fine young man above. Do you think you can do that, Tumblr friends?

I’m not asking for too much, I just want what every mother wants for their child. For him to be healthy, happy, and to look like Sam Heughan. Thank you.

George Harrison at a Sgt. Pepper recording session, Abbey Road’s EMI Studios, 22 February 1967, photographed for The Beatles Book (image courtesy of Beatles Source)

“George strolled in with his Civil War moustache, but minus beard. A long black Mississippi gambler’s jacket and black moccasins set off his moustache.” - The Beatles Book

Leather and Lace Makes Everything Great (A Happy Lowman imagine)

Request: Imagine the reader being a female mc member who is a tomboy. After losing a bet they make her wear a dress or something sexy for the whole next day. And when a random Joe lol gets too pushy Happy beats him up because he likes you. 

Let’s face it, you loved the tomboy life. You have since you were a toddler always making a fuss whenever your mom forced you to wear a dress or anything girly for that matter. Ever since you joined the MC Tig had been on your ass about your dressing sense. Today while waiting for Church to begin nothing was different. “Y/n baby, why are you always dressed like the mini version of Opie minus the Hungarian beard?” Tig questions you. “Tig, kiss my ass I -”

“oh, I’d love to” Tig cuts you off in response. You pause to give him a look and then continue, 

“I happen to like my style and I’m comfy." 

"Listen up baby girl I’ll make you a deal. If you win against me at a game of darts I’ll leave you alone about your wardrobe for good, but if I win, I get to dress you for tomorrow.” Tig winks. 

You didn’t notice, but at this Happy looked up and towards you. 

“Uh, no thanks.” You shrug. Tig is always coming up with insane ideas. 

“Oh come on! Don’t be such a girl about it.” Tig laughs. 

After much coaxing, you finally gave in, and guess what? You lost…. 

Damn Trager. 

Let’s just say that night, your outfit consisted of a lot of black leather and lace. A crop tankini top, and a short leather skirt that accentuated a waist you never knew you had. 

As you walked into the clubhouse with the heads turning all around you, you could not help but feel weird. Thank god you had on comfortable shoes, though. You were not willing to negotiate on not wearing heels. 

As you walked passed a few of your club members i.e. Tig, Kozik, and Juice they cat called and whistled out of pure amusement. You flipped them off and smirked walking towards the bar. 

Once you got there some drunk decided to put the moves on you. 

“Hey baby, why don’t you come home with me tonight?” He slobbered over himself in his drunken stupor. 

“What the fuck do think I look like some goddamn crow eater?” You asked in disgust. 

The asshole gives you an up and downward glance. 

“Could’ve fooled me.” He responds.

 "Ugh.“ You spit out as you turn around, the drunk fucktard slaps your ass. Before you can turn fully around to smash your bottle of beer over his head you hear a crack, a scream, and Happy’s low voice. 

"I suggest you leave before you end up being another one of my happy faces.” Happy growls at the man with his fingers all bent out of shape and screaming. 

You were shocked. You’ve seen Happy in his element before and it was 100% sexy but in reality, you two barely had any association with each other besides a few glances here and there every now and then. Now all of a sudden he’s pulling your hand to the back section of the clubhouse where the dorms are located, and before you know it he has you up against the wall.

 "Happy, what was that all about?“ 

"What did you think it was about?” He growls out holding your hips tighter. 

“I don’t-” Happy cuts you off with a hard kiss on your lips.

 "From now on you only wear this outfit for me.“ He whispers against your lips. 

Yes, sir. 


A/N: This was for @prettybabythings . Honestly, IDK lol. I tried to go by what you requested I hope you enjoyed it. 


I know I’m probably the last person on the planet to realize this (I don’t even wanna hear it), but that moment when you realize AsapSCIENCE is actually Superfruit. Like I saw them for the first time and I literally tripped out. The weird thing about this is that Mitch from AsapSCIENCE looks JUST like Mitch Grassi but with Scott’s jawline and minus the beard. I’m still freaking out.