psh ya

Twas inspired by this song and the need to see these two smoochin ;3

Granted, my animation skills don’t give it that effectiveness, but I’m getting better I think. It’s a WIP. I MAY just color it ;)

The Tucker-White Twins: Part 2

Fandom: The Sebastian Stan Fandom???

Pairing: Lance Tucker x Reader, Dayton White x Reader

Summary: After a domestic dispute, Aileen Tucker and Richard White decided to separate taking one twin with them. Lance went with Aileen and Dayton went with Richard. Both raised how their parent wanted them to be: a successful gymnast and a famous NASCAR driver.

A/N: Steve Rogers would be appalled by the amount of foul and crude language that’s spoken in this series. So yeah.

Part 1

Originally posted by urmychilicheesecake

Originally posted by heartfulloffandoms

Lance was pissed. SUPER pissed! First off, how dare his brother come to his work unannounced! Second, he had the balls to flirt with you! The fuck?!

Lance slammed the door to his home causing the house to shake, “DAYTON!” 

“Backyard!” His brother replies. 

Lance briskly walks to the back and steps out onto the patio to find his brother in an all white suit doing yoga, “The fuck are you doing?”

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Sleep Bottle

I finally got around to making this. And it was…. Fun…? I mean there was fire involved and me almost burning my fingers but psh, details.

Anywho, here’s what ya need for this little bottle spell!


  • Small bottle
  • Candle
  • Bayleaf
  • Rosemary
  • Lavender
  • Salt (sea salt/Himalayan salt but we didn’t have either)
  • Amethyst and Lapis Lazuli chips
  • Paper
  • Purple, blue, and light blue string
  • Sigil for sleep/dreams (I used my own sigil for this {to always have insightful and pure dreams})

Not pictured:

  • Fireproof container (I just used a large drum ashtray)
  • Lighter
  • Sink - just in case


  1. Light the candle up and let it burn for a bit; at this time, take our your sleep/dream sigil and put it aside
  2. Fill in the bottle with the rosemary, bay leaf, lavender, and salt
  3. Next, braid the three strings together. Once done, put the braid aside
  4. Be careful with this next step, because I was mostly stupid and well… Yeah. Anyways, so this step requires you to burn your sigil. I ended up taking around 5+ minutes trying to burn the sigil because I kept throwing it back into my large ashtray container, picking the paper up again, and burning it. There were moments where I ALMOST burned my finger…
  5. After you’ve burnt your sigil (or as best as you could), put the ashes of the sigil into the bottle
  6. Now put in the amethyst and lapis lazuli chips. I got mine on sale from Michaels. So check your local crafts store if they have a sale on crystal chips or beaded chips
  7. Once that’s one, pop the cork back on, make sure it’s secured tightly. Take the braid and wrap it around the neck of the bottle how many times you want. Once you think it’s enough, make a little bow
  8. Blow out the candle and seal the bottle with the candle wax. Now, I also tried my best to make it look… Pretty… Or at least not scattered. I also dribbled the wax on the bow so it doesn’t like, untie itself.

And done! Sleep bottle is done! Just be careful of the wax!

You can put this next to your pillow/bed or near your pillow/bed for some happy dreams and good sleep!!

(i’m planning to give this to my gf as a present b/c I know she has trouble sleeping)

Drabble 1 for FoleyFest


‘Ya know, you keep starin’ at that screen like that you’re goin’ to hurt your eyes.’

Tucker sighed deeply and sat back from his laptop, pushing his fingers under his glasses to rub at his eyes (which were beginning to blur slightly from the strain). His college roommate Devonte, stepped up behind his chair and slung a long brown arm around his shoulders. 

‘What you doin’ on this ting all day anyway?’ 

The real answer to that was that Tucker spent most of his time monitoring the two wide area ghost detection systems he had set up: one around Amity Park and one at this university where he and Danny now spent most of their time. The answer in the last ten minutes or so was that he was working on a strategy to beat a technomancer ghost at an mmorpg.

He shrugged up at Devonte, looking up at him and smiling mischievously, ‘I’d tell ya but then I’d have to kill ya,’

‘Psh,’ his roommate got up and grabbed his towel from where it hung on top of their bunk beds. ‘Yeah, right Foley.’

Tucker grinned at him, sticking his tongue out at vonte’s retreating back, and turned back to his laptop, cracking the knuckles on both hands. The next time he played technus, that ghost’s ass was grass.

You guys are literally making me cry with how sweet you all are. I hate it emotions are gross you all suck. 

But really, thank you. It means so much to me and I love you all. 

I’m probably going to continue that series but first I want to work on two one-sots/some imagine headcannon requests I’ve been given because I’ve been procrastinating on them. I’m an awful procrastinator and also sims 4 cats and dogs was released so that shit doesn’t help with focusing my short attention span either…and yes i still play the sims and yes i have made evan and connor into an adorable gay couple who adopted a puppy and a toddler obviously what else would i be doing with my life? a job? psh ya right

anonymous asked:

i think you missed your calling + jason todd ?? pls

You glanced over to the side, watching him as he diced and sliced and stirred and poured the ingredients together, combining them and placing them into a pan all in a rhythmic, almost seamless, perfect manner. A smile found its way to your lips, which caused him to say, “What?”

“Nothing,” you said, the smile still evident on your face. “It’s nothing.”

“Yeah, right,” he snorted, shoving the pan into the oven. He approached you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders from behind, and questioned, “Doesn’t seem like nothing.”

You giggled, “It’s nothing, I just think that you missed your calling,” you said, your voice light with a peaceful happiness.

“Missed my calling of what?” he asked you curiously, and you nudged him.

“This,” you said, gesturing to the kitchen, “Cooking.”

Now he was rolling his eyes, “Oh, trust me, Y/N, I really didn’t.”

“Maybe to you,” you beamed, turning to face him. “But I think that your cooking probably rivals mine.”

“Oh, please, no one’s cooking can rival yours, sweetheart,” he said, stroking a strand of your hair. “’Specially not mine, I’ll tell ya that.”

“Psh,” you rolled your eyes. “You gotta give yourself some more credit than you do. Admit it: you’re good.”

“Nah,” he said, bending down to press a kiss onto your forehead. “But if you think I am, that’s all the validation that I need.” 

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