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You’re Nuts Dude (Tom Holland x Reader)

Note(s): Sorry I haven’t written anything in a while dolls! I’ve been camping so there’s not much time >.<  I think this is the longest imagine I’ve written so far! Hope you enjoy it dolls x


Warning(s): nothing, just major fluff and feeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelsssssssss


Summary: Remember that girl? Who didnt believe Tom was Spidey? Yeah? Well she sure as hell does now.





Tom sighed as he slammed his temporary locker shut before slinging his backpack over his shoulder and stalking off. He couldn’t wait for this day to be over,  it would be his last time setting foot in this school. The last time he’d be publicly embarrassed in front of at least thirty science wiz kids. He’d finally be free.


It had been a joke when he suggested to Marvel that he spend sometime in a High School, since he was British and had no clue how High Schools worked. Apparently Marvel thought that it would be a good idea and so three weeks  later the British actor found himself outside the Bronx School of Science with a fake name,a  backpack and a pencil case.


His time at the school hadn’t been a complete nightmare. There was this one girl, who coincidentally was in all of the classes Tom had to attend. She had these, mesmerising (eye colour) eyes that complimented her soft (skin colour) skin, along with a smile that could light up an entire room. She was incredibly sweet and so smart that Tom would’ve been lying if he said that it wasn’t a turn on. Tom had remembered her name to be (Y/N) and he’d heard that she’d been practically guaranteed a place at Harvard University in the future.


The bell rung above the young actors head, signalling  the final period of the day. With a huff Tom made his way to class, praying that  time would pass quickly.





Tom couldn’t help himself from staring she was just so… beautiful. He was transfixed with the way  she bit her bottom lip as she concentrated on solving the equation written out on the board. The way her hair would fall over her face as she worked, and how she would constantly have to brush behind her ears to prevent the luscious (hair colour) locks from obstructing her vision.


God, she was perfect.


Tom rested his face in the palms of his hands, his elbows resting on the desk for support. He gazed at her dreamily, wondering what’d be like to kiss those pretty pink lips, he bet they were soft and tasted of vanilla. He wondered what it’d be like to spend a Sunday afternoon with her, cuddling up in tons of blankets. He wondered-


“Mr Wilson, are you with us?”


At first Tom didn’t respond, still not used to being called by his fake name.  The professor standing at the head of the classroom called out again, attempting to gain Tom’s attention. All the while is brown hues were kept trained on her. “Sam Wilson?”


It wasn’t until she had turned her head to stare at Tom curiously that he realised he was been called. Sam Wilson. How ironic, marvel seriously couldn’t think of a better fake name.  He swore Anthony Mackey hated him anyways. Tom shook his head quickly, breaking out of his reverie and turning his attention to the teacher. “Ah-uh-um…y-yes sir?” Tom replied with a stammer, crumbling under the pressure of her intrigued gaze.


(Y/N) had her head turned to face the boy, an eyebrow quirked with interest. A smirk played at her pink lips as she eyed Tom, a mischievous glint in her       (eye colour) eyes. “Do you know the answer Mr Wilson?”


Tom’s head immediately snapped in the direction of the teacher’s voice, he glanced down at his worksheet only to see it completely blank. Damn physics. Damn (Y/N) for being so god damn attractive. And distracting. He looked back up at the teacher and shook his head with a blush, feeling 30 pairs of eyes trained on him. “Maybe if he stopped staring at (L/N) like that, he’d actually be able to get something right!”  A kid called out, sending the class intro streams of laughter.


Tom bowed his head, slightly embarrassed. Out of his peripheral vision, he could see the (hair coloured) girl, turn away from him to flip off the other student. “Why don’t you shut up Alexander?” She snapped fiercely. “Let him stare! At least he knows he’s good enough to get some”.


The class was sent into fits of laughter, as Alexander ducked his head. (Y/N) turned back to look at Tom, a grin gracing her supple lips as she winked at him, he only nodded sheepishly in response before her attention was stolen by the teacher, who was attempting to silence the class.


After a few minutes of the teacher blabbing on about half-lives and the life cycle of a star, (Y/N) turned to face the British boy sitting next to her, doodling in his notebook. “Hey man” she called out, gaining Tom’s attention, their eyes met and she could see that Tom’s brown hues had a hit of nervousness in them. “What’s your deal?”


Tom’s mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. This was the first time that she had talked to him directly and being the stupid teenage boy he was, Tom desperately wanted her to like him. He could make up some kind of lie? But then that would totally backfire on him since he’s a terrible liar. He could also tell the truth? I mean who wouldn’t find playing spiderman awesome? Not to mention the fact that honesty is the best policy.


“You wanna know what my secret is?” Tom blurted out before his brain could catch up. The girl beside him, only nodded. The boy sighed, before looking her directly in the eye. “I’m Spiderman”


Silence.


“My name isn’t Sam Wilson, it’s actually Tom Holland” the boy continued, in hopes of impressing the intelligent girl beside him. He quickly dropped the fake American accent to continue. “I’m British and I’ve been sent here undercover by Marvel for the past 3 days”


(Y/N) eyed him with a curious look before bursting out into fits of giggles, Tom watched her incredulously. She sure was gorgeous when she laughed, the way her smile reached her eyes where they would crinkle at the corner and- But she didn’t believe him?


“You’re-ha-so…funny!” The girl said between hushed giggles, leaning on the palm of her hand, smiling at Tom. He shook his head, a blush rising on his cheeks as the bell rung, signalling the end of class. (Y/N) briefly looked up, before leaning over her desk to wink at Tom.


She stood, picking up her bag and packing away her belongings before slinging the bag over her shoulder. Tom mimicked her actions, now standing opposite her awkwardly. “You’re a great lab partner” she said, grinning at him.


“T-thanks”. Tom stuttered “you are too”


She smiled, looking down at her feet. With a blush she looked up at Tom, moving to walk out of the class room as it cleared up. “I hope you have a nice weekend, ‘Tom Holland” she whispered sweetly, air quoting ‘Tom Holland’. “I’ll see ya on Monday? Yeah?”


Tom smiled at her sadly. “Yeah Monday…”






(Y/N) smiled as she stepped off the plane in Atlanta. The warm breeze, weaved its way through her lose (hair coloured) locks, causing it to gently sway in the breeze. She happily hopped down the steps , excited at the thought of exploring the state.


It was to be (Y/N)’s first time in Atlanta and she would be visiting her favourite person in the whole world. Her cousin, Laura Harrier.


(Y/N) and Laura had been extremely close since they were young, they did everything together and were practically like sisters. Although there were a good  six years between the two girls, they were almost identically alike.


The girl patiently waited for her luggage at the conveyer belt, her mind absently drifting of all the things she could do and explore in Atlanta. Her flower patterned suitcase went round the conveyer belt around at least five times before it was taken off by someone near by.


“I believe this belongs to you madam” the voice called out, grasping hold of the girl’s attention. (Y/N) turned, her (hair colour) locks bouncing as she did so. As she did, she was met with the beaming and radiant face of her cousin, Laura. The two girls squealed as they pulled each other on for a long and comforting hug. When they pulled away, Laura held her younger cousin at arms length, before giving her a twirl, causing the young girl’s sun dress to spin around with her.


“Laura!” (Y/N) chirped, quickly hugging her cousin again. “It’s so good to see you! I missed you so much!”


The older brunette, held her cousin at arms length, admiring her features. “I’ve missed you too! Look at how much you’ve grown!” Laura gushed, smiling down at her shorter relative. (Y/N) pouted playfully, softly smacking Laura on her arm.


“You make me sound like a baby” (Y/N) whined in a playful manner. Laura laughed at her, a mischievous glint in her brown doe eyes.


“That’s because you are a baby


“I’m only six years younger than you”


Laura smirked, wiggling her eyebrows teasingly. “Exactly”


The pair begun to walk out of the airport, sunglasses pulled down over their eyes avoid the paparazzi. They managed to make their way to Laura’s sleek black car, where her driver loaded in the luggage and opened the door for the pair. “So I was thinking-” the twenty seven year old actress begun. “That we grab a bite to eat at this adorable little corner cafe downtown before we drop your bags off at the hotel and-”


“Sounds like you’ve got this all planned out” the (hair colour) girl grinned, an eyebrow quirked at her cousin. Laura rolled her eyes in response, before digging in her purse as her phone rung. She gave (Y/N) an apologetic smile, before answering the call with a hushed whisper. The younger cousin let out a hushed laugh, looking out the window as she did so, admiring the streets of the state she’d never been to before. The sun reflected of the roofs of cars, creating a glare with an array of colours. The sky was as clear as day, only small fragments of clouds dotting the pale blue abyss or disappearing into small wisps of white.


“Sorry about that” Laura’s voice pulled the younger girl out of her thoughts . “Tom managed to mess up a scene at the studio and they want me to come in to shoot it again”


Wait?” (Y/N) called out in shock, causing the driver to hit the breaks.  The pair of cousins were launched forward by the force, almost colliding with the backs of the chairs. “Scene? as in movie scene?


Laura laughed, slapping her cousin on the leg. “Well duh? I’m an actress! Silly!”


“I know that!” (Y/N) exclaimed, an expression of shock displayed on her soft features. “But you got a new role! Congratulations girl!”


The older brunette blushed bashfully, smiling a bit. The driver revved up the engine, moving along with the traffic and making a left for the studios. “I was going to surprise you, since you’re such a big marvel fan…”


Laura trailed off, winking at her cousin. (Y/N)’s jaw dropped, her (eye colour) doe eyes widening. This only meant one thing. “You’re in a Marvel movie?!”


It took all of the young woman’s will power not to scream in the car. All the while her older cousin and best friend sat there grinning. The younger cousin waved her hands about excitedly, having been a fan of the comics all her life and having a cousin in the newest movie was a big deal to her. She was proud of her cousin and was so excited to see how she would perform. Although (Y/N) was never really into the movies, she’d definitely be seeing this one in support of her elder cousin. “Yes! This is crazy right?” Laura gushed, grasping her cousin’s hands.


“So crazy!” (Y/N) grinned. “This is all so exciting!”


“Just wait until you meet the cast” the twenty-seven year old actress stated, absentmindedly, leaning over to point the driver in the right direction.


“The cast?!”


Let’s just say, (Y/N) almost deafened Laura and the driver.






After dropping off (Y/N)’s luggage at Laura’s trailer, the pair headed over to the lunch trailer to grab something to eat. The two cousins made their way up the steps together, Laura was chatting excitedly about the friends she had made a few months into shooting whilst her younger cousin absentmindedly day dreamed. She was about to meet the cast of a marvel movie. Right on the other side of the door could be stars like Robert Downey junior, or even Chris Evans!


They made their way through the door, opening it up to find an arguing  group of actors and actresses roughly their age. “One hundred percent Gryffindor student!” A male voice called out, as if his opinion wasn’t obvious enough. “I mean who’s gonna go 'Yeah I wanna be in Hufflepuff!’”


“A lot of people actually” a female voice interjected. “Eddie Redmayne in fact.”


(Y/N) rolled your eyes at the conversation. Any Harry Potter fan would know that Hufflepuff was J.K Rowling’s favourite house.  She looked to Laura who was already shaking her head with a knowing look. “I know what you’re thinking, and honestly they’re not that bad. Not everyone is a Harry Potter nerd like you” the older woman chuckled. (Y/N) grinned, taking hold of her cousin’s hand before heading further into the trailer. The pair headed straight for the snack table, gaining the attention of the cast.


“Hey guys!” Laura chirped, causing heads to turn in her direction. Three pairs of eyes connected with the two cousins.


Laura!” The group chorused, attacking her with hugs.


“What are you doing back here girl?” A voice she recognised to be Zendaya’s, questioned. “I thought you had the rest of the day off.


I did“ Laura giggled, with a smirk, her gaze drifting lazily over to a brunette haired male. “But someone, managed to mess up a scene. So I had to come back”

Of course” Zendaya laughed, her hair bouncing around as she playfully shook her head. Her brown eyes shifted to the figure standing behind the twenty-seven year old. “And who’s this cutie?”


At this point everyone had gathered by the table. Laura stepped aside, revealing her cousin to her friends. “Everyone, this is my younger cousin, (Y/N)”  Laura babbled sweetly. “She’s visiting from the Bronx!”


“Hey everyone” she whispered shyly.


As soon as the name was uttered, Tom’s eyes flickered up. That was a  name he hadn’t heard for years. He was certain that he’d misheard his co-star. As far as he was concerned, he’d seen the last of that girl after his time in high school. One of Tom’s biggest regrets was not giving her his number. If he had a pound for every time he’d thought of her, he’d be filthy rich, or even more.


The British actor swallowed the lump in his throat as he watched Laura and her  younger cousin make rounds, meeting everyone. She’d already met Zendaya, and was now talking with Jacob. 'This couldn’t be her, no way.’ He thought, it was highly unlikely, it was virtually impossible, it was-


You?!” She shrieked, her (eye colour) doe eyes widening as she dropped her bag. Tom’s mouth dropped open. It really was her.


(Y/N) (L/N). The girl he constantly thought about for the last 3 years. All the while, the three remaining actors eyed the pair curiously.


“Do you two…know each other?” Jacob asked. A small blush rose on Tom’s cheeks as he tried to make eye contact with the girl opposite him. He noticed how her eyebrows were still raised in shock and how her eyes shined with recognition.


“Yeah…” (Y/N) spoke cautiously, reaching down to pick up her bag, sadness etched into her voice “Sam went to my high school for about three days, he disappeared and I never saw him again.”


Zendaya, Laura and Jacob eyed each other weirdly, before looking back at the confused pair. “Sam?” Zendaya laughed. “That’s Tom sweet cheeks”


Tom grimaced, as (Y/N)’s expression twisted from one of shock to one of confusion. The atmosphere was tense, you could cut the tension with a knife in there. A small, pink blush dusted her cheeks, as she tried to piece together the situation. “But I-but-he-we”


So this was the girl Tom talked about in his interviews” Jacob teased with a wink. “The pretty girl who didn’t believe he was Spidey, the one who called him crazy?”


Laura looked at (Y/N), shocked. “You’re that girl?”


(Y/N) stood opposite Tom, blushing hard. She had no idea what was going on, or how to wrap her head around the situation. Sam was Tom. Tom was Sam. There was no Sam. The cute nerdy boy from her physics class was Tom Holland. The Tom Holland. An actor.


Before anyone had a chance to speak, a stage hand came in to ask for the young actors. Laura was needed in hair and makeup so she could re-shoot her scene. Zendaya and Jacob were also needed as they had a couple lines in the scene. Tom had to reshoot his part a bit later as he had to put on the suit.


“Make sure she doesn’t die!” Laura called out as she left, causing both Jacob and Zendaya  to laugh out loud. They soon exited , leaving Tom and (Y/N) alone. Since it was a nice day out, Tom offered to take the younger girl on a tour of the sets. They explored the prop rooms and costume areas, they also talked about the movie. Tom did is best to make sure he didn’t tell (Y/N) any spoilers. He loved seeing how her eyes lit up as they walked between sets and admired different props. He loved the way her small fingers trailed over the costumes carefully, as if she was afraid to damage them.


Suddenly, the weather changed from sunny to dark and dreary. The grey clouds chucking down buckets of rain. The pair growing cold and soaked, ran quickly back to Tom’s trailer to seek shelter. Once inside, they shed their jackets that clung to their skin and Tom quickly changed his shirt (not that (Y/N) minded, she liked the way Tom’s abs looked). He timidly offered (Y/N) a spare shirt of his own and was waiting for her to come out of the bathroom.


The girl stepped out of the cramped space, her now wet clothes folded into a neat pile as she let Tom’s white shirt flow over her body. Her bare feet padded over the carpeted floor, as she made her way to Tom’s leather couch on the far side of his trailer.


He was scrolling through his phone, replying to fan’s tweets and liking Instagram fan art. He barely noticed (Y/N) sitting down beside him. She drew her knees up to her chest, resting her arms on them before propping her chin up. The       (skin toned) girl coughed lightly, capturing Tom’s attention.


“So, Monday huh?” She whispered, with a light chuckle, remembering their last conversation. At this point, Tom had slipped his phone into his back pocket.


“Yeah...Monday


They both laughed, it was almost as if they were reliving the conversation. There was a silence that swept over the pair, the only sounds coming from the rain beating on the roof of the trailer. “You know, I didn’t think I’d ever see you again” Tom spoke after a little while. (Y/N) looked up at him, taking in his soaked and adorable appearance. The way his hair fell over his soft brown eyes. God he was cute.


She let out a small laugh. “Don’t you think I should be the one saying that?” Tom let a small smile grace his lips as she talked. “I mean, I was looking forward to seeing you that next Monday, I came back to find out you had gone, gotta say, I was heart broken. Mr Wilson


Tom laughed at his fake name, before shifting fully to face her . “I’m sorry I left without saying goodbye”


“You better be sorry” (Y/N) scolded playfully, slyly grinning at the young actor. “I had just worked up the courage to ask you out, I really liked you, y'know?”


It was Tom’s turn to be surprised, he couldn’t believe the girl he was crushing on liked him back. “Y-y-yo-you liked me?” He stuttered, his hand reaching to rub the back of his neck . (Y/N) nodded bashfully, smiling at Tom.


“Don’t think I didn’t notice the way you stared at me, I thought it was cute!”


Tom couldn’t help but hide his face in a pillow, when (Y/N) laughed at his cuteness he chucked the cushion at her, hitting her square in the face. She squealed, trying to push herself away from him as the British boy launched himself at her, his fingers attacking her sides.


“Puh-pah-please Tom!” She begged between breathless giggles as he tickled her some more. Eventually, when her laughs turned to wheezes, Tom ceased his tickling. It was only then that they realised the position they were in, her back was to the sofa and Tom was laying between her legs, their faces pressed close and his hands by her sides.


(Y/N) looked Tom directly in the eyes, admiring the little flecks of black in his brown hues. “I can’t believe I didn’t notice that you were actually Tom Holland”


Tom smiled gently. “And I can’t believe I didn’t ask you  out sooner”


(Y/N) noticed how the air in the room had become scarce, and how hot her body felt pressed up beneath Tom’s. She thought back to how hard she’d been crushing on him during her senior year and how much she’d thought about letting him get away. Even after all these years, her feelings for him were still strong. She let her (eye colour) hues flick between his own and his lips.


At the same time, Tom thought about all the months he regretted not trying to stay in contact, he thought about all the times he wished she could’ve been his. And here she was, wrapped up in his arms, close to him. Before the British actor could even process what he was doing, his eyes had fluttered closed and he was pressing his lips to hers.


The kiss was sweet and full of so many unspoken emotions. The girls soft lips melded perfectly with Tom’s as they captured one another. (Y/N) let her small hands travel to the nape of the boy’s neck, her fingers twisting in the small hairs that resided there. The British actor snaked his hands around her waist, pulling her closer. The bare skin of her smooth thighs creating a burn on his arms as he lifted her. When they pulled away, (Y/N)’s eyes were still closed. Tom grinned, pressing a small kiss to her nose, causing her to open them. She smiled up at him.


“Wow” she breathed, causing the man above her to nod in agreement. “I guess we better thank Marvel, for sending you to my school or otherwise this wouldn’t have happened”


Tom gave the girl in his arms a toothy smile as she lazily gazed up at  him, her soft fingers tracing patterns on the bare skin of his arms. “And I guess I have a new story to tell in my interviews”


“You do?”  She smirked. “What’s it about?”


“It’s about how I get the girl that didn’t believe me and how head over heels I am for her” Tom murmured, leaning in for another kiss. (Y/N) sighed, contented.


“Is that your way of asking me out Mr Holland?” (Y/N) teased causing the actor to roll his eyes.


“And  what if it was? What would you say?”


The young girl pretended to ponder for a second, before leaning up to Tom’s ear. “I’d say, 'you’re nuts dude’” she whispered “do you know what I’d say next?”


“What would you say next?” The brunette boy whispered back, leaning down, so that their lips were almost touching.


“I’d say…hell yes”

And another lovely scene by @panda-capuccino for the lovely Reylux work “Codega”. 

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Kylo Ren stopped in front of her and gave her a once-over from toes to head. She could not see his eyes, but she could feel them silently assessing her and her readiness. She barely stopped herself from fidgeting with her clothes under his gaze. She was wearing her black training leggings and long undershirt, but had topped the ensemble off with a sleeveless tunic made of what seemed to be the same material as Kylo’s robe; the material was thick and would stand up well against a number of different weapons. A leather belt rounded out the ensemble, on which her lightsaber was clipped. On the other side was clipped an expandable quarterstaff, and a thigh holster on her right leg held a blaster pistol. She hadn’t exactly been sure which weapons would be appropriate, and so had tracked Asha Ren down in the armory just under an hour ago. The quarterstaff and pistol had been the Knight’s idea, and Rey had to admit that she felt comfortable with their use. She had not practiced much with her lightsaber, but she trusted her Master to not leader her into any situation where she could not handle herself with one or the other of her weapons.

“Good, you are prepared adequately,” he stated after he had finished raking his eyes over her. Rey shivered with a mixture of pride and that feeling she got every time she saw him in his mask; she wasn’t sure she’d ever get used to hearing him speak through the blasted thing. “I have something for you,” he added after another moment. He motioned for her to follow him through the hangar doors, across the hangar, and up the ramp into his shuttle. Reaching down for something on one of the jump seats, he directed her to turn around with a twist of his fingers.

Rey felt him crowd behind her, towering over her form as he draped a fold of cloth across the front of her neck and over her shoulders. His gloved hands deftly adjusted the fabric and Rey heard the click of a pin locking in place on each of her shoulders. He gripped her by the shoulders once he was done, but didn’t make a move to turn her around. Rey was glad for the emptiness of the vessel, as she could feel her cheeks redden and her breaths were coming quicker. She could feel him behind her, even though there was likely a foot of space between their bodies, and she was overly aware of their only point of contact through her layers of clothes and his gloves.

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Gluttony

Cleaning guns on a Friday night but I wanted to see the Hera Arms CQR on my Shrike, or if you’ve been following for a while, Gluttony which one of my 7 Deadly Sins build. It doesn’t look as good as I thought, especially on a full-size AR but it feels really good in terms of supporting the weight. Fully loaded with a 200 round belt, my AR weighs in just a little over 20 lbs. I originally planned on installing a Wilcox Para Stubby Grip, but that’s about $250-$300, so I may ditch that and buy another CQR. For those of you wondering how long the CQR is, it measures in close to 7.5″ (GRH)

anonymous asked:

How does the action on an mg42 work

The MG42 is a recoil operated roller-locked belt fed weapon. 
You have 3 major component groups working in this system:
the fire control group (trigger), the action, and the belt feed mechanism.


The fire control is simple due to the weapon’s open bolt operation. The trigger merely controls a sear that fits into a notch on the bottom of the bolt assembly and keeps it locked to the rear until the trigger is pulled. When the trigger is released, the sear pops back up from spring pressure and stops the bolt on its return stroke. There is no hammer or striker assembly like on other weapons. If you were to draw the bolt back and let it go with the fire control completely removed from the gun, it would fire until it ran out of ammunition or suffered a malfunction. 

The action operates on a recoil operated roller-locking system.
As the bolt assembly moves forward, it strips a round from the belt and moves into locking position as the round is chambered. The wedge shaped striker sleeve then moves forward and forces the two rollers (seen in green below) to cam into position and lock into the barrel extension, which is the squarish part at the chamber end of the barrel.

Because the firing pin is part of the striker sleeve, the gun does not fire until the system is fully locked and safe. After the weapon fires, the bolt and barrel stay locked together and move rearward with recoil. The rollers then cam against the side of the receiver and are unlocked from the barrel extension. After the bolt unlocks, it continues to travel rearward to extract and eject the fired case.  The MG42 also utilizes a distinctive muzzle booster with a cone shaped flash hider. The muzzle booster functions by capturing the expanding gases that result from firing and uses them to apply rearward force on the front of the barrel within the jacket. This  improves reliability of the system as the force from both the recoil and the expanding gases are used to unlock the system and apply rearward force on the bolt.

This smooth roller system and fast lock time is what resulted in the MG42′s  infamously fast fire rate of fire of ~ 1,200 rpm.




The belt feed mechanism of the MG42 was a very influential design due to its simplicity and reliability. The top cover of the feed mechanism houses a swinging cam track that interfaces with a raised cam on the top of the bolt body. 

 As the bolt travels forward and back, the cam causes the track to swing back and forth, which works the feed pawl that pulls the belt through the system and line up ammunition for feeding.

This .gif from howstuffworks.com shows the operation of the M60 machine gun, which took heavy influence from the MG42. The feed mechanism functions identically.

I hope that clears things up for you, and you have somewhat of an idea of how the MG42 works. I’m not the best at writing really.

the overly-specific spotify playlist trend is beautiful and i want in

[all from my spotify] [insp post by @faeriefully]

your mum would’ve killed anyone who rubbed these off her “top of the pops” cassette tape

home alone, spinning round your room, belting at the top of your lungs until you get a stitch. pure joy

so sleepy and soft. personification of that head-droopy floating feeling when you’re finally near sleep

midnight drives, drive-through cups, radio static and flickering streetlights

after a long, troubled night you give up on getting sleep: make a cup of tea, slip outside and watch the sunrise. the pink of the sky makes you think just maybe things might turn out ok

10 hours of roadtrip songs: backseat duets, feelgood bops and lyrics you forget to be embarrassed about knowing by heart

no i’ve never had a s/o but yes i have a shortlist of potential wedding first-dance songs that’s normal right

banjos, tambourines, “heys”; stomping feet, clapping hands, a sheen of sweat on your forehead and a smile on your face

a pretty boy playing you an even prettier song on his guitar

pina coladas (or maybe just a peach juice) by the pool, shades on, sun beaming, spinning in your prettiest sundress



Originally posted by endingthemes

Flirting has always come naturally to Charles.

It’s inevitable really- Charles is friendly, and charming, and tactile, and his telepathy gives him somewhat of an unfair advantage when it comes to winning other people over. Charles tries not to be so lazy as to rely on his mutation all the time, but when he’s had a few drinks it’s easy to get complacent, and to take certain shortcuts.

Of course, when it comes to Erik, flirting is never that easy…

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Loving the layers and the sparkly tights. I myself wore a pair this weekend and loved them.

This lovely lady was awesome b/c she told me about how she put her outfit together with finding a lot of deals, and a sometime making pieces on her own. For example, her sunglasses, she added the chain herself! 

Lightning in a Bottle, 2017

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Quad-mounted soviet PM M1910 Maxim machine guns - ZPU 4

Manufactured between 1910 and 1945 in Russia or the USSR, here used in an anti-aircraft role c.1941.
7,62x54mmR, 250 rounds belt-fed, short recoil, toggle locked and water-cooled. 1931 configuration.

Protect the Motherland with an overpowering display of antiquated firearms.

Twelve ways you won’t believe what she looks like now

1. She looks like a whirling void in spacetime from which even now a sly tentacle is reaching out to perform unspeakable acts upon an unsuspecting world. It’s amazing what the years will do.

2. I heard she’d lost weight. That’s not the half of it. She’s lost mass. As in, she actually no longer obeys the law of conservation of mass. At all. Scientists love her. There she is, perched in centrifuges and bombarded by neutrons and belted round by things that bleep at labs the world across. That is one weird trick.

3. She looks like a rhodium unicorn. You look like the proprietor of an interstellar dive bar. It’s all good.

4. She looks like the physical personification of existential terror. She only exists at 4 am. You realise that you never knew what she used to look like, either.

5. You won’t believe it, but she’s now the world’s champion elbow-haver. She has at least twenty-five and they are all top-notch elbows and one of them was the world’s best elbow 2016 before being disqualified under the non-human DNA exemption. If you ever need someone to clear a path through a crowd, she’s your woman.

6. She looks like a bicycle. The form you knew was only ever the larva for the true shape of her people. You might think this is an odd transformation, but they do come from a startlingly flat planet so it’s all completely logical really. By the way, this is why you should always ask before riding a bicycle.

7. What does it mean to believe anything, really?

8. So they’ve started taxing by dimensionality. You can’t pay, they take one away until you can. That’s why she’s so flat right now. She’s got a bit of a career in cartoons going, though, so it’s not so bad.

9. Following an official name change to NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS, I am pleased to report that she now looks like NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS. That’s Mx. NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS to you.

10. According to the stock photo she supplied, she now looks like someone ecstatically leaping on a beach from sheer joy at being awarded a lettuce.

11. You won’t believe this, because we were clearly setting up the answer to the question to be something else, but: she looks pretty much like she did the last time you saw a picture of her, just slightly older.

12. She looks like you did. You see, while you were reading this she stole your face. It was all a cunning distraction. You have her old face now. I hope you like it.

4

I got this request from someone on DeviantART and they asked I could do the scene where Mabel was trying to flirt with that turtle dude thing but with Madeline and Adeline instead. If you don’t know what I’m talking about then that’s okay because I’m too tired to explain X’D

ANYWAYS, I drew the request for them because I’m a nice fart and didn’t want to disappoint XD

I have also noticed that they both have the same round buckle on their belt, they’re both physically strong…and they’re lovers both end with the name ‘Ford’….

I dunno, they seem so alike yet, so different and unique in their own way XD 

I was told numerous times that @hntrgurl13 ‘s OC and mine should just have their own comic or something…

Pfft…

The Addie and Maddie Adventures perhaps? X’’’D

I mean, that could be a very awesome AU where they’d go on this crazy adventure together. They’re both strong and very adventurous (From what I can tell with Addie XD) so it’d be a pretty bad-ass comic!

Although, while I wouldn’t oppose to the offer if it ever happened, hntrgurl13 and I have never really talked to each other ^^; We just usually reblog, like and follow each other. So the likeliness of both of us doing anything collaborative as of now is pretty unlikely (Unless she states otherwise, then that’s up to her because I’m always up for something like that XD)

I am asked countless of times how she’s doing or what she’s working on or if she’ll be able to do a request and I laugh because I don’t know her very well other than the fact she’s amazingly talented and that she’s the creator of Addie Marks.

NOT that I would mind if we began talking or whatever, I mean I’m always open for socializing but I want you guys to know that we don’t know each other at this moment XDDD

ANYWAYS, yes! More Addie/Maddie crossover from someone who wants to keep themselves anonymous XD

ENJOY!

Madeline/Fiddleline/Art © Me @missinspi

Adeline/AddiFord © @hntrgurl13

The Tonight Show - Avengers x Reader

AN: Ok, ‘Hidden Talent’ had such a popular result so I decided to do a similar thing with The Tonight Show With Jimmy Fallon with the Musical Impressions feature he does.

Hope you all enjoy xx

Just a note, I’ve changed the lyrics to help with the impressions x
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“I’d like to welcome Y/N L/N to join us!” Jimmy Fallon announced and you jolted, quickly walking on stage.
You elegantly flopped into the chair making the audience laugh.
“So, Y/N, can I call you Y/N?” Jimmy started off.
You laughed. “You can call me anything you like as long as it’s not one of Stark’s stupid nicknames.”
Jimmy and the audience laughed. Fallon hit the table with his hand in his laughter.
“Okay, then, Y/N, I thought we could play a little game.”
“Oh god. As long as Tony didn’t come up with this it’s fine.” Everybody laughed again as Jimmy cracked up.
“I can safely say he had nothing to do with this.”
You feigned mopping your brow to the audience which got a few chuckles
Jimmy tried to keep a face before the pair of you cracked up.
“Right, so we’re playing Musical Impressions.” He told you and produced the button on its square. “This is the button and it’ll produce an artist and a song.”
You nodded and smoothed out your outfit. “Right okay.”
“Here’s your mike.” He handed you a microphone and you practically squealed.
“OMG IT’S PRACTICALLY HOLOGRAPHIC!!!” Everybody cracked up. “Seriously, I feel like I’ve just stepped out of one of those edgy Instagram photos.”
Jimmy laughed as he spoke again. “Right okay. Tap the button.”
You gingerly poked the button and waited for the screen to show the results.
Cher - Folgers Coffee Jingle
You cringed as the audience reacted to the choice.
“Do you know that?” Jimmy looked at you.
“I probably know every food chains jingle with the amount of food that goes through the team.” Jimmy laughed and music began to play.
You sat up straight and lowered your voice.
‘The best part of waking up is Folgers in a cup’
Jimmy was laughed hard. He then did an impression of David Bowie singing Grand Old Flag.
It was your turn again and you hit the button. Christina Aguilera - The Wheels on the Bus.
You laughed. “Ooo this could be fun.”
“It could.”
‘Oh oo.
The wheels on the bus go,
They go round and oh round and I oh
They go ooo oh,
They go round and round and ooo,
The wheels on the bus oh,
They go!
Round and round and ohh
They go round and round oh,
They go round oh oh oh ooo
Round!’
You really belted that one out and the audience was ecstatic as Jimmy made a joke about wanting the recording.
“Ok. Right no more Show, gotta go.”
Jimmy pretended to walk off stage and the audience laughed.
Jimmy Fallon then did an impression of Sting singing The Alphabet song. You cracked up at his interpretation of it. You sat up with a straight face only for it to crumble when Jimmy burst into a fit of laughter.
“Last one, Y/N. Let’s go girl.”
Your results came up as Celine Dion - Can’t Feel My Face.
You looked out to the band on the left of the stage. “Can we go high for this? I feel that Celine would modulate a bit.”
The band started to play as the audience laughed.
'I can’t feel my face when I’m with you,
But I love it so much! But I love it, so do you!
I can’t feel my face when I’m with you.
Oh oh oh, when I’m with you, oh oh.“
You were about to continue when you phone awkwardly rang. You blushed madly. You answered it.
“Tony Stark. Now is not the time.” The room burst into hysterics of laughter.
“Next time you can sing like that, let me get you a record deal. Oh yeah, and Winter Wonderland said he has a surprise for you.” He then promptly hung up the phone.

See You in April

Hey guys! So, this is my first ever submit so please, be open with me and give me any and all prompts/criticisms/feedback, all will be greatly appreciated. The name’s New Queen on the Block, but no one has time to type that out so NQOTB will do just fine!

I’m currently working on a couple of one shots and possibly another series, but for now I’m planning this as a three-parter (unless you all hate it, in that case I shall never write a word again.) But for now, here’s some real-world Trixya angst, technically set in the future as it is set after Katya comes back from her current social media break and was inspired by Trixie’s comment on her Insta post explaining her impending absence. For any eagle eyed readers who may remember my ask, this will also incorporate Trixya’s original music that she has been performing on her Ages 3 and Up tour. At the moment it’s Katya’s POV, may switch it with each chapter. And don’t worry, there is plenty of smut and fluff in the works to please as many people as possible! Enjoy :) 

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