old men are the cutest things


Some sketches for a trade with @rekkingcrew​!! :D First one is Rek ofc, good ol Rek. The cutest. ❤️ second is Drax, because grumpy old men with guns are my jam. :’) and third is… god. I’M SO SORRY FOR DRAWING THIS. XD no I’m not. cough. Rek and Pan making out. Based on a dumb thing I said to Rek like two months ago. :’)
SO YEAH this was soo fun! Thank you for doing this lil sketch trade with me! :D ALSO GO CHECK OUT REK’S PART IT’S AMAZING ❤️

freyalor  asked:

My daughter, seeing me drawing renaisance men all day long, is persuaded that Louis XIII is "Mister Moustache", the one who sings in those music videos she adores. Whenever she sees him on a papersheet in my workshop, she asks me to draw the vacuum cleaner with him. Because in her 2years-old eyes, Louis XIII is Freddie Mercury. (see "I want to break free" video)

This is both the cutest thing, and fanart that needs to happen xD I also appreciate knowing that your daughter does not consider the shape or size of the moustache to be relevant… Thank you for this!

Teuvo Teravainen - Adventures

Originally posted by darthtulip

Request: Heyy! I hope you had a nice day😊 Could you write one with Teuvo Teravainen? Thanks!

My day was quite nice, thank you! And I thought of this plot but had no one to do it with, so thank you for this request.

Kind of got this inspiration from  “Fast car” Originally by Tracy Chapman, but redone by Jonas Blue ft. Dakota . It’s not really the same, but I kind of got the idea when listening to it. So there you go.

Warning: None

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The Joker x Reader  * How it all started* (Part 1)

Prequel to : The Joker X Reader 4 (part 1)  


The Joker X Reader 4 (part 2)


    You enter the club, inhaling the scent you missed so much: cigarettes, alcohol, perfume, sweat, all blending together in an intoxicating cocktail. The music is blasting in the speakers and the strong base is making the ground shake. You are heading towards the bar when you are grabbed and pushed on the dance floor.

  “Dance with me, beau…”, the guy says, trying to make a move on you.

   “Get lost!”, you shriek with a bitter look on your face, not letting him finish, while slapping his hand away. “I didn’t give you permission to touch me, did I??”

    He ignores your request, reaching for you again. You dodge his hand, move a step closer and firmly squeeze his crotch, tightening you hold to the maximum. The young man tries to push you away but he can’t: it’s not the first time you’re doing this. He whimpers in pain, hitting your arm. You won’t let go. “You were just leaving, right?”, you smirk, finally releasing your grip. The guy bends over, covering his probably already bruised pride and slides down the glass wall, squinting his eyes in pain.


    The Joker is upstairs in the VIP lounge, watching everything that’s going on in his club from behind the smoky windows. He suddenly starts laughing maniacally, crossing his legs. “Auch, I bet that hurt!”. Frost is glancing out there too, trying to see what amused his boss so much. “Frosty, who’s the girl with the lacy yellow dress and bright red hair?” J points out with his cane in the crowd.

     “Ahh,” Frost answers when his eyes find you. “That’s Miss Y/N,sir.”

     “That’s Y/N?!” the Joker grins. “We’ve been doing business with her for a while…Maybe I shouldn’t let you take care of things so much, Frost. I’m missing on opportunities to meet…” he pauses, biting his lower lip “…new people.”

    “Of course, boss” Frost smiles, nodding his head in agreement.

     J passes his fingers through his green hair, holding it in place for a few moments, watching you take a sit at the bar and order a drink. “Tell her everything she wants is on the house.”

    “Yes, sir” Frost replies, already on the phone.


     You start sipping on your whiskey when the bartender leans towards you: ”Everything on the house tonight, miss.”

  “What? Why?…” you ask, surprised.

  The bartender points towards the VIP lounge. “Boss says so.”

   “Oh, he’s here?” you lift your glass towards the smoky windows and mutter “Thank you”. You hope he saw it.

    He did.


    You end the conversation on your cell phone, debating on what to do with the information you just got.  After a few moments you decide, so you take your drink and you head towards the stairs. Up to the VIP lounge you go.

    “Hi, Frost”, you snicker, seeing he’s already coming for you.

    “Hello, miss Y/N, it’s been a while". You take his arm as he leads you upstairs. The heavy security moves out of your way.          

    “Can I see Mister J?”

   “He’s already expecting you, Miss Y/N.” Frost parts the gold beads for you and stays behind.

    You enter the luxurious room and your eyes rest on the green haired man sitting on the velvet couch. His white shirt is unbuttoned almost all the way down and you can see a lot of tattoos on his pale, toned body.

    “Baby doll,” he grins at you, revealing his silver grill, “we finally meet.”

    “Mister J, it’s a pleasure”, you reply with a flirtatious tone, continuing to analyze him.

    “Kitten, turn around, let me see you.”  You giggle, slowly spinning on your high hills, taking a sip of your whiskey as you face the Joker again.

     “Prettttyyyy…” he purrs, gesturing you to come sit on the couch.

      You take two steps towards him when your favorite song starts blasting in the club. “Mmmm, I love this song,” you sigh, closing your eyes, starting to swing your hips to the beat.

    “Mister J, dance with me,” you plead, finally putting your drink down on the mahogany table nearby. The Joker catches the serious look that lingers on your face for just a few seconds. He is a bit intrigued; he senses something is not quite right. Nevertheless, he gets off the couch and comes to meet you in the middle of the lounge. His eyes narrow, and before he finds himself in front of you, you hear his warning:

     “I don’t like games, baby doll. Are you going to tell me what the deal is? Or do I have to make you?”

    You immediately drop your fake bimbo act, completely changing your demeanor and tone of voice: “The SWAT team will raid this place soon, looking for you. I’d say you have about 10 minutes left.”

    “Hmmm…” that’s all you hear before you get pushed out of the away and he heads towards the exit. He suddenly stops in front of the door, keeping it open.

   “Are you coming?”


    He’s speeding like a lunatic on the streets of Gotham, almost hitting cars and people a few times. That seems to amuse immensely, he can’t stop laughing. What a strange, interesting man, you think to yourself, opening your side window so you can feel the wind in your hair.

   “Don’t worry, doll, I’ll tell Frosty to drop your car at your place tomorrow. Where do you live?”

  “It’s OK, Mister J, I’ll steal another one. Not very fond of the color of my current one anyway. I really love your purple Lamborghini”, you turn towards him, just to meet his intense, blue gaze. Why the hell isn’t he watching the road?

   “Where…do…you…live?” he insists, pausing after each word, taking his hands off the wheel.

    “Umm..” you try to concentrate, pulling down on your short dress, “ Silver Meadows Hill.”

    “Fancy place”, he grins, with a sinister smile on his face. “Do they know what you do for a living?”  Hands on the wheel again, good.

    “They think I’m a dentist,” you confess, amused at the fact that this is very entertaining for him. He laughs again.

    “Well, actually I am a dentist; I went to school for that and I have a degree. It’s the perfect cover up.”

    “Beautiful and smart, I’m impressed,” the Joker winks and for some reason you fell your cheeks getting warm. That’s weird, you never blush. “Want me to take you home?” he suddenly offers, yanking the wheel and running over the curve.

    “No, not yet, I want to party some more. It’s my birthday today.” You don’t even know why you told him. That was stupid.

    “I’ll be damned, doll; we really need to party then. How young?” he asks, interested.


     “Ahhh,26, a good time to be alive,” he slams the breaks right in the middle of Gotham bridge. Holly crap, is he entirely crazy? You sure hope so. He’s definitely not boring.

    “Here, for you” he says, reaching for the glove compartment while leaning on your legs for support. You feel awkward but you resist the urge to kick him in the face like you normally would if some other guy would be doing this to you. He pulls out a box and leaves it in your lap, starting to drive again.

     “Are you sure?” you ask, uncertain, looking inside.

     “Yeah, yeah, I have another one, all yours”, J confirms, accelerating. You take out the beautiful gun that’s been personalized with diamonds and the Joker’s trademark clown face.

      “Wow, this is beautiful, thank you, Mister J”. Your heart is pounding, you love guns so much. You can tell this is an exquisite one just by holding it.

       “No problem, doll, I have to repay you somehow, right? How much money do you want?”

       “Oh, no money, Mister J, I don’t need pay for the information this time. But I definitely want this,” you chuckle, waving the pistol at him. He smirks, lifting his shoulders. “That’s fine,Y/N, I told you it’s yours. Oh, we’re getting there,” he raises his voice, excited.

       “Where are we going, Mister J?”

       “To celebrate!”, he replies, grinning his silver teeth at you. For some reason your mouth opens and you ask: “How old are you, Mister J?”

      “HA,HA,HA,HA!” his sinister laughter resonates in the car. “How old do you think I am, baby doll?”

      “Thirty…four?” you try to guess, but the truth is you find it hard to estimate.

      “Close enough,” the Joker smiles, scrunching his face like he heard the cutest thing ever. “ I saw what you did to that guy in the club,” he changes the subject and you get the hint.

     “Well,” you say, licking your lips, “I don’t like men to touch me without my permission.”

   “I touched you,” he replies and you can’t help but feel a bit of cockiness mixed with pride in his voice. “Does it mean I have your permission?” His eyes widen, waiting for the answer.


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Breaking (the fucking Wii bc both Pip and TT are awful at videogames)

AAAAAA @myladymojo This is based on the Au where Pip is the one that found himself in the 21th century.
I never write a whole fic in english so this is kinda short,,,, also sorry if theres are Grammar mistakes, but i had so fun to write this!

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the bro thing

So it’s reasonable to expect a Certain Level of Weird when it came to the Avengers’ Resident Pair of Grumpy (”And Terrible - DO NOT FORGET TERRIBLE” - Tony Stark) Old Men™. 

There’s the old school New York attitudes, the Brooklyn accents, the swearing, the old-fashioned manners (”BARNES YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO CHARM AWAY MY PEPPER RIGHT FROM UNDER MY NOSE!”) and the “back in my day, barefoot in the snow, uphill both ways” stories that were delivered with the best straight faces ever. 

(”Aw, Tony, but you still have the cutest nose” went a long way towards making Ridiculous Billionaire Past Playboy Philanthropist Geniuses melt into Happy Puddles.)

This one, however, was just.  Just.  All right, it’s easier to show rather than tell:

There’s a couch in the common room that’s been unofficially set aside for the exclusive use of the Grumpy Old Men™ and in all fairness, it’s a very comfy couch.  Steve and Bucky usually take up residence there on their down time with sketchbooks, books or occasionally their weapons - Bucky adores the Big Fuck Off Sniper Rifle™ that the entire team knows by its name of Tallulah. 

Sam is the witness when the following exchange happens:


Steve looks up.  “What, bro?”

Sam’s not sure what he’s supposed to feel at seeing Bucky’s intense face.  “Tell the whole world we’re bros.”

Steve shuffles over to get even closer to Bucky, tenderly cups his cheeks and whispers, “We’re bros.”

“Why’d you whisper, bro?”

And one hasn’t lived until one has heard Steve Rogers, Captain America, deliver this sentence in almost the same earnest, sincere tone that he’s used to inspire men and women to go to war for the Righteous Cause.  “Because you’re my whole world, bro.”

“Aw, hell, NO.”  Sam loses it.  He’s rethinking all the life choices he’s made, to be around these two hopeless losers who are falling all over themselves, cackling like the evil little shits that they are. 

“But you’re our bro too, Sam!”

“Yeah, Sam!  Sam’s the GREATEST!”

“Nope. I am going to Nope my way into Nopeville.  See, this is me, doing the Nope.”

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anonymous asked:

what is the cutest thing about old married spirk in your opinion?? :3

This is the most difficult question anyone has ever asked me because I can’t say what I want to… which is “everything.”

What makes OMS special is how they’re still so in sync with each other after all of the years they spent together. From what we could see in the movies, they still flirt, share smiles, have crazy amounts of eyesex, care deeply about each other, consider that the other is worth more than his soul, go out of their way to save and/or protect the other even when that means breaking Starfleet regulation or going aboard an enemy Klingon ship to make sure t’hy’la isn’t killed by “friendly fire,” argue, talk privately, vacation together, choose to pair up on away missions, and so on… Nothing’s ever changed since TOS.

Usually, marriages that last years are the brunt of shitty humor on tv. It’s always some incarnation of the nagging wife and the irritated husband who only want to argue with each other. OMS breaks this ridiculous stereotype and gives us a real look at what love is like for two people who grow old together in harmony.

What I love most is actually their love because it’s so real. Like all healthy relationships, it’s simultaneously special and ordinary at the same time and that’s what makes it magical. The relationship itself works so perfectly for K/S specifically, but it could be one that any two people who really adore each other share.

phene-thyla-mine made this post that I loved so much, so I’m going to quote a line from it: “I love that we still love them just as much (if not more) as old men with expanding waistlines, wrinkles, and thinning hair.”

We have two characters who share a very real love that only grows stronger as the years go by, despite the trouble they run into and the ravages of time. It’s wonderful, whether you think they romantically belong together or not.

But, after saying all of that, you asked me for the cutest thing about them?








Okay fine. This quote from TWOK:

Spock: Jim, be careful.
McCoy: WE will.

i took bear to the dog park yesterday AND HE MADE A FRIEND

bear is an old man. he’s almost 11. he’s never really cared for other dogs… he doesn’t fight or get aggressive with them (he’s never aggressive period), he’d just rather not be bothered by them? when my sister would bring over her dogs, he’d pretty much vacate the room they were in and would much rather be left to his own devices.

so we took him to the dog park and ohhhhh boy. he’s still not a social dog, but OH MAN he loved being off his leash and being able to wander around at his leisure, sniffing and peeing on everything in sight. he just… meandered around. he sniffed a few butts but ultimately he would just walk off and do his own thing.

until the husky showed up and it was like… idk. they weren’t PLAYING or excited or anything but dakota (the husky) was the first dog bear showed any real interest in whatsoever. the first dog that BEAR approached first and then they spent the rest of their time at the park just kind of… following each other around? they didn’t really interact (outside of some sniffs here and there) but they just followed one another. that’s it. it was the cutest thing

apparently dakota’s getting pretty old too, so we were joking about how it was just two old men recognizing each other for what they are and bonding over their mutual apathy towards today’s youth.

dan and phil are such nerds oh my GOD like i am 19 years old i have school and a jOB and a cAR PA YMENT LORD and yet here i am here i aM making the grOSSEST F ACES over TWO FULLY GROWN MEN I’VE NEVER MET WHO DO THE CUTEST THINGS AND ARE THE BESTEST FRIENDS IN THE WORLD!!! WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!! GOD!!!