mrs. bossy

You’re a Cold One, Mr. Spears

You’re a cold one, Mr. Spears

You really are a heel

You’re as cuddly as a cactus

You’re as charming as an eel, Mr. Spears!


You’re a robot

That never learned to feel!


You’re a bossy one, Mr. Spears

Your heart’s an empty hole

Your brain is full of rules

You’ve got paperwork in your soul, Mr. Spears!


I wouldn’t touch you with

A thirty nine foot pruning pole!


You’re a boring one, Mr. Spears.

It really has me grievin’

You have all the charm

Of a hungry demon, Mr. Spears!


Given the choice between the two of you

I’d take the hungry demon!


You’re a plain one, Mr. Spears

It really is a crime.

You’ve pushed your workers past their prime

This part is hard to rhyme, Mr. Spears!


The three words things you always say

Are as follows, and I quote:

“Overtime”

“Overtime”

“Overtime”!


You’re a rotter, Mr. Spears

You’re like a boring college dean

Your heart has gone missing

And it’s nowhere to be seen, Mr. Spears!


Your feelings are an appalling dump heap

Overflowing with the most disgraceful assortment

Of deplorable rubbish imaginable

And curdled like old cream!


You annoy me, Mr. Spears.

With a nauseas super-naus

Your voice could cure insomnia

Except when you are cross, Mr. Spears!


You’re a three-decker

White bread sandwich with only plain lettuce

With not a drop of sauce!

steve rogers:

Originally posted by trueloveistreacherous

Just A Kiss

Chris Evans x reader
Imagine: Having a cute date with Chris

Genre: Romance, Humor, Fluff
Rated: Everyone
Warnings: IT’S SO FLUFFEH

Author: Chris-Evans-Imagines

“I’ll pick you up at seven!”
“Ok, Chris. See ya at seven.”
“By the way, wear something cute.”
“Ok, mr. Bossy.”
“Yea yeah.”
You chuckled and hung up the phone, blushing like crazy. Your movie star, magazine heart throb best friend Chris Evans just asked you out on a date. You couldn’t help but squeal and dance around in your tank top and booty-short underwear. You looked at the time and gasped.
“4:25! I’ll never have enough time to get ready!”
You scrambled off your bed, your feet getting tangled in your blanket and tripped. Laughing at yourself, you went to your closet and picked out a (fave color), sleeveless sundress. Picking up a pair of black flats, you headed yo the bathroom and took a needed shower.
-timeskip to 4:51-
You smiled and got out, feeling fresh and clean. Drying your hair in a towel, you put on your sundress and brushed your teeth. Excitement built itself into your bones as you started humming and dancing a bit as you blow dried your hair. You went to your vanity in the corner of the bedroom, picking out grey eyeshadow and black eyeliner. You checked the time.
“5:22? How’d it go by so fast?”
You shrugged and put on concealer and foundation, putting a little blush on your cheeks after. As you finished doing your makeup, your phone beeped.
CE: hey, can we actually go a little earlier?
Me: sure, what time?
CE: I’m actually standing at your bedroom door.
Me: WHAT?! HOW’D U GET IN YOU FUCKIN STALKER?!
CE: rotflmao xD I let myself in. You really gotta start lockin the front door. What if I was a creepy stalker? O_O ~Im watching you like a movie~ [·_·]
Me: oh my fucking god. I can see you staring at me through my door xD
Chris made a funny face at you as he texted back.
CE: \(0_0)/ that’s the point!! Btw, you look gorgeous.
You blushed and looked at him.
“Chris, get in here you weirdo.”
He waltzed in and you laughed as he struck a funky pose. He laughed with you and grabbed two pins, putting your hair up. He kissed your head then said excitedly, grabbing your hand.
“Come on! I made reservations for this really nice restaurant.”
I smiled and let him drag me to his car. He got in and said.
“Then after dinner, I got a surprise for you!”
“Oh really?”
“Hell yeah!”
You laughed and he pulled into a beautiful building. The entrance had two statues guarding it and you two walked in.
“Evans?”
The waiter said. Chris nodded and you two sat down in a booth. You ordered an ice tea and Chris got an rootbeer. He looked at you and you asked.
“So hows the new CA comin along?”
He replied, rubbing his face.
“I miss my beard.”
I giggled and put my hands on his cheeks, squishing his face.
“I like it when it starts to grow back.”
He replied with a smile, grabbing my hands.
“Thanks you, ma'am. Now stop squishing my face like I’m a fat man.”
You giggled and your drinks came. The waiter asked you.
“What would you like, pretty lady?”
I said.
“Medium rare steak with sauteed onions on top?”
“Alright. And your two sides?”
“Shrimp and mac an cheese.”
Chris grinned and replied.
“I’ll have the same.”
The waiter left and you immediately leaned in.
“Dude, he was totally checkin you out.”
Chris got an horrified look on his face and you giggled, leaning back.
“Oh god…”
“He gave you googly eyes.”
“Googly eyes?”
“Googly eyes.”
Chris facepalmed and you laughed. The food came and you two ate, talking about his movie and what animal was better.
-timeskip-
After dinner, you two left and he took you too a carnival. He played a couple games, saying.
“This is so cliché.”
And won you a couple stuffed animald. You put them in a bag and he grabbdd your hand, dragging you to a boating ride.
“Come on!”
“I’m comin, I’m comin!”
You two got on the boat and started peddling around, him steering.
“Did you have fun?”
You smiled and nodded, his hand squeezing yours.
“Yes. Thank you so much.”
He smiled and replied.
“Good.”
Suddenly, he leaned in and his lips touched yours. You blushed and lifted a hand to his cheek as he deepened the kiss. You two pulled back and he rested his forehead against yours.
“How was that?”
“I’m not feeding your ego.”
“Dammit.”
You two laughed.
-END-

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Tom Hiddleston - ISTL Singalong
Mr.Bossy Pants leads the audience in an abruptly ended singalong of I Saw The Light.

Okay, folks, here ya go.

So one of the first questions was a request for him to yodel.  He was quiet for a few seconds and then said something like “Did you not just see the film?” Hah!

He said that he would sing if we all sang with him and proceeded to instruct us that it would be “I Saw The Light” and that everyone needed to put their phones down (so as to participate).  

At the beginning of the clip, he is humming and he is waiting for the phones to disappear.  Mr.Bossy Pants explains that he will sing the verse and then we will join him for the chorus and then says that he needs a clap.

We got a few lines into the chorus and he stops singing because a gentleman in the first couple of rows disobeyed and Tom says “PHONE DOWN, SIR!” and then “There’s always one…”

**From the Q&A at the Century 9 in San Francisco

**Pardon my voice on the chorus

anonymous asked:

I need one of you to cover this news story about a transgender goat. Another one of you to cover the story about the new princess who started out as a pastry chef... A third one of you to cover the story about the new Tres Spades in Dubai, the fourth to write about the CEO of Sanno Corporation's death, the fifth to write about the weird displaying group of gentlemen in white that hangs around the planetarium and the last to write about that popular boy band all the teens are raving about.

“Let me handle this.”

“Minato, find out about the Tres Spade hotel in Dubai. Kaoru, stake out the planetarium. Shusei, get the latest gossip on the boy band. Chiaki, dig into the secrets behind the CEO’s death. Tsumugu, interview the pastry chef. And I’ll handle the goat. Don’t just stand there, get to it! I want to see these articles done by tomorrow afternoon at one!”

“Tres Spades has a new location in Dubai? Awesome! I can’t wait to go check it out!”

“Interesting… Got it boss.”

“Oh my gosh! Revance is like my favorite band! I’m probably their number one fan!”

“I can do that.”

“I’m on it.”