mud fight

anonymous asked:

Katara doesn't fight for joy and isn't competitive???? Bitch don't you remember hers and toph mud fight? Or when katara was jealous that aang got the water bending moves quickly? Or her face in the nwt when she was fighting Zuko?

of course I do. I’m not the OP of that post, hun.

OTP things at the beach

- Jumping and swearing at the hot sand
- Applying sunscreen on each other
- Person A carries the squealing person B into the water
- Taking underwater kiss pics
- Person A remarking on person Bs underwater mermaid hair
- Mud-sand fight
- Sharing an ice cream cone and getting it on each others faces
- Making out from the ice cream
- Lying on top of each other
- Person A burying person B in the sand
- Finding rocks that look like each others eyes
- Taking obnoxious couple-at-the-beach pics
- Arguing about how much prettier person A or B is than the sunset

Okay But Be More Chill Kindergartners

-imagine these nerds as 5 year olds aight
-Michael’s that one kid in class who eats glue
-Jenna always tattles on him for it and gets him in trouble
-Jeremy has the Coolest collection of Pokemon cards but no friends to discuss Pokemon with
-gets bullied by the other kids for being a nerd who just sits by himself and plays on his gameboy during recess
-Michael sees this one day and runs up to him after the bullies leave bc he’s too scared to go meet him but then yells in his face “you have pokemon cards??? and a gameboy???? you’re so cool lets hang out!!!” because he’s so nervous and they show each other their card collections
-Rich is ironically the tallest kid in class
-Chloe goes around bragging about how Jake is her boyfriend and Rich gets mad
-Rich then says to her “that’s not fair!! if you have a boyfriend then I want one too!!” and tries his hardest to get Jake to be his boyfriend too
-Brooke goes around collecting little flowers on the field and gives them to Chloe as presents (Chloe even kept one as they grew up and hides it in her favorite book)
-Rich steals all the red crayons because it’s his favorite color and he doesn’t want anyone else using them
-Jeremy and Michael have mud fights
-whenever they play in the rain for too long and get sick their parents let them hang out at Michael’s house and play old video games while they get better
-Christine builds pillow forts at every sleepover
-Jake and Michael help protect the pillow fortress while Brooke, Chloe, and Jenna try to take it over

I LOVE THESE KIDS SO MUCH OKAY BY E

So the other night my Mama was working at Wayne Industries (she’s a cleaner). She was hosing down the parking garages and suddenly Batman and Clayface bust in and have a fight, tracking mud everywhere. Mama starts yelling at them for ruining her work and stARTS SPRAYING BATMAN WITH HER HOSE. So now there’s a viral video of an angry middle aged woman chasing Batman with a hose yelling at him in Spanish through WE’s parking garages. #onlyingotham #dontmesswithmama #redhoodfoundherlater #gaveherahighfive

Prince Adam Headcanons

Yeah I just physically couldn’t. stop. myself…

Word Count: um…a lot. I might as well take out the dots and make it an imagine bc LOL I GOT A LIL CARRIED AWAY HERE

A/N: yes, I’m still working on my Gaston series, but while I’m writing that, here *dumps fanfic in ur lap* have these post-curse headcanons that I thought up at 4:00am of the purest most adorably precious cinnamon roll prince ever

Originally posted by imanewrevival


  •  Prince Adam still literally unable to wrap his mind around the fact, even weeks after the curse is broken, that someone could find it in them to love him in his darkest and most hopeless of times
  •   Adam, not surprisingly, suffering from post-curse nightmares. He’ll dream that he’s once again the vain, cruel prince who turned away the rose, and wake with hands clutching at his chest and face to make sure that they’re not animalistic and covered with fur again
  •  on nights when the dreams are particularly bad, he’ll wake you and you’ll stay up till dawn comforting him, his head on your chest or in your lap while you whisper soothing words and brush your hand through his hair
  • sometimes you’ll snuggle into him and place your cheek on his shoulder, bringing your fingers up to his face and tracing his cheekbones, his eyebrows, and his jawline with soft strokes to remind him that his features are human again, and always will be
  • Adam catches your hand and gently presses his lips against your fingertips, his eyes closing and his forehead furrowing before kissing your palm. When his eyelids open, his gaze locks on yours and you almost can’t breathe for the amount of love in his stunning blue irises that shine like moonbeams
  • eventually lulling him back to sleep by singing or reading softly, admiring the peacefulness of his expression as he dozes, marveling at how truly lucky you are to love someone so beautiful and pure and to have his love in return
  • having literally the most perfect and healthy relationship ever. Seriously, the two of you are the stuff of romance novels (the happy ones that aren’t all dramatic and angsty). You can practically read each others’ minds, which really comes in handy when trying to find each other new books to read. You know everything about each other. How you like your tea, what position you find most comfortable to sleep in, your favorite author, your favorite composer, even what things you find annoying or frustrating
  • One more time now: RELATIONSHIP GOALS
  • being able to match Adam’s mischievous side with your own. Don’t get me started on snowball fights during the winter seasons which always leave you soaked to the bone (much to Mrs. Potts’ amused dismay when you leave puddles through the halls and on the stairs) and grinning like idiots. Mud fights are frequent during the summer as well (poor Mrs. Potts indeed). You never miss a chance to enjoy the fresh scent of rain after a summer storm, so you head out with Adam to enjoy the dewy gardens…then come back looking like you bathed in a swamp
  • just. imagine. tho. You’ll be sitting on a bench glossing over a book, or breathing in the crisp warm air when all the sudden you glance up and see Adam looking at you from a few feet away, his lips upturned in a smirk and his gaze peering through his eyelashes. He slowly brings one hand around from behind his back and you see a ball of sticky brown mud oozing between his fingers. You barely have time to growl, “Don’t you even think about it.” before it smacks you in the face, instantly dribbling down your neck and shoulders. Adam’s deep laugh bounces off the statues before it’s cut off by the sound of mud splattering against the back of his head. Total chaos ensues, and the cleaning staff shares a collective sigh as the sound of hysterical laughter from the gardens meets their ears
  • fervent apologizing on both your parts to the gardeners afterwards
  • kisses. Jesus, Mary, Joseph and the camel, the k i s s e s. Kisses that stop time. Kisses that make the ground spin under your feet, or sometimes even make the ground disappear completely. Standing with your toes touching as Adam brings both hands to the sides of your face, dips his head and kisses you with such deep, slow passion that you forget who’s air you’re breathing, or you forget to breathe entirely. Gathering the fabric of his shirt in your hands and standing on your toes to be even closer to him. He brushes his thumbs across your cheeks, and when you finally break apart, you can’t move or draw oxygen for several seconds after. In these moments, if he were to ask you the sum of 2 + 2, you would only be able to answer with his name
  • waking up to feeling the feather-light touch of his lips against the side of your neck, along your jaw and on your cheek, unable to conceal the shudders that ripple along your skin or the butterflies that fluster uncontrollably around your stomach. Feeling him smile against your shoulder when he runs his hand along your arm and feels the goosebumps that his actions have caused, asking in a deep, husky morning voice if you’re cold or if there’s some other reason for the reaction. You sit up and stuff a pillow in his face
  • he’s not the only one who uses affection to rouse the other from sleep. Before the break of dawn, you’ll wrap your arm around his torso and lightly trail kisses across his features. On each of his closed eyelids, his nose, his cheeks, the corner of is mouth until the arm that he has around your shoulders tightens and pulls you against him, his lips spreading in a drowsy smile. After he’s awakened, you wrap yourself in blankets and lead him by the hand through the silent castle until you reach the tallest tower. There you stand in his arms, his lips pressed to the top of your head as the two of you watch the sun rise over the distant hills and flood the skies with pale pink light
  • spontaneous dances. This is 100% a thing. Imagine standing in the library at one of the tables, alphabetizing a stack of volumes when Adam’s arms wind around your waist and his firm chest presses to your back. “Do you hear that?” he’ll ask softly, prompting you to grin as you hear Cadenza’s playing a few rooms away. Before you know it your swaying to the sweet rhythm, then Adam’s twirling you across the floor, lifting you into effortless spins and dipping you nearly to the floor, making laughter flow from your lips
  • making faces at each other from across the diner table
  • holding balls and dances at least once a month to stay connected with the rest of Villenueve, and even though Adam is supposed to be socializing, he can’t help staring at you practically the entire night
  • Plumette helping you get ready for said parties, lacing up your dress and fastening back rebellious strands of hair when Adam appears in the doorway, his eyes widening in loving disbelief at your astounding beauty, which of course makes your face turn the color of a ripe pomegranate. Plumette smiles, her hands on your shoulders as she says, “Isn’t she a vision, my prince?” Adam’s shakes himself from his stupor and responds, “One almost too beautiful to behold.”
  • your face reddens ten shades
  • pet names. And lots of them, though mainly “love” and “my darling”

      • “(Y/N), I’m not wearing that.”  

      “Oh come on, it’ll look wonderful.”

      “It will look ridiculous.”

     “But Lumiere looks so dashing in them, I don’t see why you wouldn’t.”

      “(Y/N), it’s got bloody bows in it.”

     “It makes it look more fashionable. Now just try it on!”

     “I’d rather be a beast again.”

     “Oh honestly, it’s just a wig.”

     “Take one more step and I’ll throw that thing in the fire.”

  • the staff of the castle may as well be payed family members. Plumette is of course your best friend, Adam’s being Lumiere. Mrs. Potts is a second mother to you, and Cogsworth is always overjoyed to play the part of the father figure. Maestro Cadenza and Madame Garderobe took you under their musical wings as soon as the curse was broken, and you can never go through a conversation with either of them without being called “my dear” or “darling” at least five times. Your closest bond however is with Chip, and often you’ll glimpse Adam sitting with the young boy on his lap as well, exploring the surface of an atlas or looking at old maps
  • Adam being brilliant with children, despite thinking that he’s not. Sometimes he’ll watch you interacting with Chip and find himself wondering what it would be like to start a family of your own someday, not noticing the soft smile that graces his lips at the thought of it
  • going on adventures together. Not major ones necessarily, but even small journeys through the nearby mountains and forests are enough to mostly quench your wanderlust. You’ll often drag him to the top of a hill that overlooks Villeneuve and the surrounding countryside, standing with hands linked as the wind rushes over you
  • returning from such journeys to the warm castle, Mrs. Potts setting out tea by the fireplace, and you curling up against Adam by the huge marble hearth, practically on his lap with your face buried in his thick, smooth hair. Your fingers absentmindedly play with the laces of his shirt, his heartbeat echoing smooth and steady against your chest. Adam draws you closer as the warmth of the crackling fire surrounds you in a drowsy haze, pressing his lips to your forehead and murmuring a tender, “I love you.” to which you smile and tilt your head up to meet his eyes. “And I love you. For evermore.” His smile makes your heart swell to the point where it aches with happiness. “For evermore,” he replies.

uuugghhhhhh save meh plz

anonymous asked:

RFA + V + Saeran reacting to MC/reader playing in the rain? (Jumping in puddles, running/dancing around in the middle of a huge downpour, that sort of thing)

Yoosung:

  • Hesitant at first but playing along eventually. Actually, let’s be real, he’s likely the one who’s initiated it in the first place.
  • Actual 5 year old, trying hard to cover up and seem responsible, but he’s the one jumping around way more eager than they are, in fact.
  • Making sure that MC doesn’t slip. Then he slips himself.
  • Catches a cold the next day. It was totally worth it though.

Jaehee:

  • “You’re gonna catch a cold, MC…” Worried Mother™
  • But it looks like fun.
  • If MC happens to grab her by the hand and drag her into the rain, she’ll give in.
  • And she wear the brightest smile. There literally is no need for a sun anymore at all.
  • Making sure there’s warm tea and dry clothes once they get back home.

Zen:

  • Loves watching MC dance around in the rain.
  • That is until he hugs them from behind and wraps them in his jacket, not wanting them to catch a cold.
  • He lives for the cheesy typical kiss in the rain movie aesthetic.
  • It’s sort of awkward in real life, usually, but it still has something magical about it.

Jumin:

  • Watches MC from a safe distance. But does so with the hint of a smile on his lips.
  • He doesn’t want to get wet because of the rain himself (what are you Jumin, a cat?)
  • Claims it’s because he doesn’t want to ruin his expensive suit.
  • Boy, we know you just don’t like rain. Admit it.
  • Insists they take a warm bath once they’re home to make sure they don’t get sick.

Seven:

  • Hell YES! He’ll join for sure, no doubt about it, immediately, at once, right away, absolutely!!!
  • In fact picks up MC and carries them bridal style or gives them a piggy back ride through the rain.
  • Them holding their hands together and spinning around in a circle. Like what are you, elementary school students?
  • Convince me this is not going to end in a mud fight. I dare you.

V:

  • Obviously, taking hundreds of photographs of it. He needs to savior the moment.
  • The protective angelic boyfriend that pulls out the huge umbrella, which he still would offer solely to them.
  • The protective angelic boyfriend that would literally take off his coat and put it over a puddle so they wouldn’t have to walk through the dirt.
  • He’s always loved the sound of rain but having MC be so excited about it makes him hope for even the slightest drizzle a lot more often.
  • Drying them with a towel and giving them 500 layers of blankets + cuddles to warm up afterwards.

Saeran:

  • Initially, he thinks it’s silly to get excited about something as common and gross on top of that as rain.
  • Like, honestly, who enjoys voluntarily getting cold and soggy and wet?
  • That is until MC grabs his hand and wants him to try running around himself.
  • It’s like he can revise a part of his childhood and finally live the fun he’s missed out on.
  • Letting out shouts of freedom, well deserved so to release some damn stress.
Take a book leave a book

Harrison Osterfield X reader

 requests are open, sorry if i take a minute to get to them there all on my drive and school finishes up in about a month. Also im not to sure how this turned out, like i tried writing in a different style. idk dudes do you like it?


 For as long as Harrison could remember he had lived across from (Y/N). Once upon a time they were good friends running around playing tag, having mud fights and complaining about what movie they were gonna watch that night. Harrison couldn’t remember the countless birthday parties they had together, seeing that there birthdays where only a few days apart. All those memories came to end when Tom got cast for his first movie, Harrison jumped aboard to travel with his best friend, leaving (Y/N) all alone without her best friend.

  Growing up (Y/N) was a very outgoing child, always making noise with Harrison. He had always pushed her out of her comfort zone to do things, he was the one who cheered her on when she presented her writing in front of class. He was the reason she gained confidence, he was her best friend.

  But when Harrison left her confidence plummeted, not having her best friend there to help her out, (Y/N) turned to books to fill his absence, falling instantly in love. It became easier for (Y/N) to stay inside and get lost in a good book, than to face the real world. Her parents both worked almost all day, and only came home to sleep, leaving (Y/N) to figure out everything else. Easily more entertained by books than the lack of her best friend, she choose to stray away from reality.

  Her love for reading grew the longer he stayed away. Not wanting to stray to far away from reality that summer, (Y/N) wanted others to enjoy reading as much as she did. The only library close to them was at least a thirty minute drive. That summer (Y/N) built her own little library that stood on the corner of her lawn.

‘Take a book leave a book’ read the sign hanging from the little library. Harrison smiled to himself he always knew (Y/N) had a love for reading. He couldn’t wait to see her again, for things to go back to normal. He couldn’t wait till you guys had your movie nights again or even for fun to have a mud war to bring back old memories.

 He waited outside (Y/N)’s house for a while listening to hear if she was outside, he couldn’t remember a time where you weren’t outside having fun. Coming to the conclusion that she wasn’t home yet, Harrison jogged over to his home across the street.

  ‘’Hey mom,’’ Harrison said making his way over to the kitchen where his mom was at.

  ‘’He sweetheart, saw you were outside, (Y/N)’s place for a while, where you guys planning on meeting up?” his mom asked him gently setting down her tea.

 Harrison sat down next his mom, ‘’No I was planning on surprising her actually, guess she isn’t home. She isn’t outside.” he replied to his mom looking through the window at the little library on your lawn, ‘’when did that get there anyway?” He asked pointing to the library.

“Oh she put that up while you were gone. Did you two not keep in touch while you were away?’’his mom asked.

 ‘’No, we didn’t actually, it never came to it i guess.’’ Harrison said staring out the window memory after playing in his mind.

‘’ Well if you had kept in touch than you would know, she doesn’t leave the house often anymore sweetheart. I guess she prefers to stay inside and do what kids do inside.Her parents say she’s doing extremely well in school.”

To say Harrison was surprised was an understatement, that didn’t sound like the (Y/N) he remembered. He looked at the little library. What happened?

Should i do a part two to this or just leave it here?