seriously come on man

so my darling bf @howtheskycries sent me this shirt which exists in real life:

and said “Au where everything is the same but rhys wears this shirt instead of his other one.

and I couldn’t stop laughing. Naturally, I had to draw him in it.

I CAN’T STOP LAUGHING. Rhys tries to justify this by saying he’s tired of cutting holes in all his shirts. It gives his arm more freedom.

I am still pretty rubbish at drawing bodies and clothing, but I tried to model Rhys’ face after the way @lutnik draws him! I am obsessed with their art style. Even though it seems they don’t use tumblr anymore, you should seriously check their work out (:

NOW, I BEG OF YOU TO DRAW RHYS IN THIS SHIRT AND ADD IT TO THIS POST. 

{Season 2, Episode 14 - The Lazy Genie}

THIS PART WAS SO PURE I HAVE NO WORDS. THE KIDS LOVE THEIR LAZY DAD TOO MUCH TO HAVE HIM GONE FOREVER. IF YOU DON’T THINK THAT IS BEAUTIFUL IDK WHAT IS

I THINK I HAVE INVESTED TOO MUCH INTO THIS SHOW BECAUSE I AM TEARING UP THIS IS SO SWEET?!

she’s a tiger hologram
i see her there like a tiger hologram
i spy on her like a tiger hologram
girls scratch me up like a tiger hologram

Gorgeous (Bucky x Reader)

Request: I just wanna say i’m so in love with your writings aaaand i was wondering if you could write a bucky x reader and the reader is so friendly with everyone, but she feels so alone because thinks nobody can fall in love with her, but bucky did. one day, she feels so down the she starts crying and saying awful things to herself looking in the mirror, but bucky hears everything and that makes him confess his feelings. i’m sorry it’s too long,. and if you don’t want to do it, it’s okay <3  

Bucky x reader imagine where she had really horrible anxiety and he is the only one that can calm her down? would you mind putting some angst in there and like one of the other avengers caused her to panic (she isn’t an avenger) thanks doll ;) xx

Words: 2,917

Warnings: Self shame, anxiety, FLUFF

Tags: @annadier @happelu970 @shamvictoria11 @spookass @pabegay1(message me if you want to be tagged in any fics or if I forgot to tag you! Sometimes I forget, my apologies!


You were no Avenger.

You weren’t as badass as Natasha or Wanda. You weren’t as sarcastic and outgoing as your father, you were just you. You lived with the Avengers because your dad was Tony Stark, the Avengers were like your huge, crazy, loud family. You loved having them as a family, you loved every last bit of it, but sometimes it’s hard not to doubt your looks or skills.

You were clumsy. You ran into walls, got your shirt caught on pointy objects, face planted into gardens, and tripped going up the stairs.  You weren’t as strong as the others,  you never worked on your upper body strength because you never really cared about it.

You would run twice a week for exercise and that was it. You hated working out, it was the worst thing you’ve ever experienced. You would much rather be drinking a milkshake while watching the Victoria Secret Fashion Show. Like you were right now.

“Oo, fancy.” You were sitting criss crossed on the couch, a blanket spread across your bare legs and your baggy long sleeve shirt rolled up slightly on your arms. A milkshake in one hand while your eyes remained glued to the screen projecting the fashion show.

“That looks painful.” Scott spoke with a mouth full of his own milkshake. He was slouched next to you, his legs spread out in front of him and his back surrounded by toss pillows. He was tilting slightly onto the arm of the couch but he seemed to be comfortable.

“I would never wear something that heavy looking on my dick.” Scott took another large gulp of his shake, twisting his face in pain as a brain freeze clearly took over his mind temporarily.

“But it’s so pretty.” You admired the glammed up bra, “Oo, look she has wings! I wish I had wings, how fun would that be?”

“Super fun! I would strut around in wings all day if they looked like that.” Scott glanced over at you, but you were still consumed in admiring all the glamorous outfits and models.

“I have wings.” Sam called out from the chair on the other side of the couch. His legs hanging over the arm of the chair and his back resting against the other arm. His phone rested on his chest and his shake was long gone, the empty cup sitting on the coffee table. “They’re even cooler because mine work.”

“Mm.” Both you and Scott made the same sound and twisted your lips as you both looked at Sam.

“Not the same thing. Yours aren’t as glamorous, now are they?” You turned your attention back at the screen and made your lips in the shape of an ‘o’ as you looked at Gigi Hadid walk down the runway. She was your favorite model, her and Cara Delevingne.

“Yeah. You get feathers, sparkles, jewels and glitter on your wings, then we’ll talk.” Scott nodded his head swiftly and ignored Sam’s narrowed eyes as he directed his eyes back to the Fashion Show.

“I know a girl who can hook you up with some bedazzlement on those wings of yours, Sam.” You winked in his direction, a smirk tilting on your lips. “And by girl I mean me, and by bedazzlement I mean some superglue and a trip to Hobby Lobby.” 

“I hate both of you.” Sam chuckled under his breath and shifted around a little in his chair.

“Man, I wish I had legs like those.” Scott  shook his head and moved the straw in his shake around, trying to get a good sip. You giggled at Scott’s comment, you always found him to say the strangest but most awesome things. 

“You know who has legs like those?” Sam paused, waiting for Scott to answer but when Scott kept gulping down his shake, Sam answered himself. “Natasha. She even has the walk down too, she would slay all those other models.” 

Scott hummed in agreement. “And Wanda has the hair of a Victoria Secret model. I wish my hair was as luscious as hers, that would save me fifteen minutes in the morning.”

“You spend fifteen minutes on your hair?” Sam scuffed and tilted his head back to look at Scott.

“This,” Scott motioned to his hair. “doesn’t just happen, Sam. It takes time, effort and skill, okay?”

“Man, you’re crazy.” Sam chuckled, shaking his head and slouching back down in his chair again. “For real though, Wanda and Nat are hella attractive-”

You shuffled around in your seat, the thoughts that consumed your mind were driving you insane. All they were talking about was how beautiful Natasha and Wanda were, of course you had to agree, they were both stunningly gorgeous. They were badass, strong and attractive all at once. They were your best friends, but it always hurt you when you would go places with them and everyone would notice them and not you.

You weren’t as stunning as them, you weren’t as flawless and beautiful as them. Of course you weren’t. Everyone expected Tony Stark’s daughter to be drop dead gorgeous, but somehow they always seemed surprised to see you. You were never what they were expecting.

You stood up suddenly, your nose tingling and your eyes starting to twitch with tears. Your chest felt tight and your hands felt clammy, you needed a moment to pull yourself together before you came back out here and pretended to not even care. You dropped the blanket previously covering your bare legs on the couch where you used to be sitting and placed your milkshake, that suddenly made you feel bloated, on the coffee table.

“I have to pee.” You announced it as a joke, happily your voice didn’t shake and you seemed to be holding it together on the outside fairly well. You knew you were about to break, you had to hide.

“Okay.” Scott and Sam both watched you speed down the hallway. “Be back soon, the Angels are about to come out!’

“Man, seriously though, Nat and Wanda have the legs and hair, but damn, Y/N has the whole package. The face, hair, walk, legs, and even the hips.” Sam shook his head in astonishment.

Scott nodded his head in agreement and pulled a part of your blanket on his thighs, he knew it was your favorite blanket but he loved it just as much. It was soft and always smelled good.

“She looks more like a Victoria Secret model than some of the Victoria Secret models.” Scott talked with another mouthful of his shake, he didn’t even care though. “Have you seen the way everyone looks at her, she steals the attention away from Nat and Wanda every time they go out.”

“Hell, she steals the attention away from us Avengers. And we’re Avengers.”

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I used to work in a theme park in a line-order restaurant (serving guests and serving employees) some of my stories.

>An elderly British couple came in, the woman asked for tea. I inserted the tea bag, filled the cup with hot water over the bag, capped it, sleeved it, and handed it to her. She looked at me in abject fear and confusion before turning to her husband and asked “An American who knows how to make tea, WHAT IS THIS?”

>A different elderly British couple asked if the Fish and Chips we served was real fish and chips, I told them it was until the health department said we had to stop serving it in news paper. The wife thought this was hilarious.

>A man came through, looked at our menu and said that our food looked good but was way too fatty, I agreed and jokingly said that “you know what they say, a heart attack is just your body’s way of saying ‘I have eaten all the delicious food the world has to offer and now I am ready to die.’” The man thought I had a valid point and ordered a double cheeseburger, his wife was significantly less amused.

>A couple with a young child approached with the distinct repeated sound of air being blown through the souvenir cup straw. The father asks for a refil, after I fill the cup he sighs and with a deflated tone says that he regrets teaching his son how to make noise with the straw. The mother slowly nods her head with pursed lips and a look of “I told you so.”

>A kid asks how much longer the restaurant is open. I tell him that we close when the park does in 360 minutes. Kid freaks thinking everything is about to shut down, so does his dad until he does the math and realizes that that was six hours.

>A platoon of soldiers comes in during our breakfast hours, having a week’s leave after basic before getting sent to their assignment. The each order an English Breakfast (eggs, sausage, country potatoes, fired english muffin) with a Belgian waffle (we only have two waffle makers because we don’t normally get that kind of traffic in the morning) we stop taking breakfast orders at 11. We give the last soldier their breakfast at 1. We have to tell lunch customers we are no longer serving breakfast as we give breakfast to these people idling about.

>Guy from Philadelphia asks if our Philly Cheese Steaks are “real.” I tell him no, describe why. My coworkers are pissed, he thanks me for actually knowing what he asked and orders one. Tells me he can’t tell the difference. I use that in my response from then on.

>Guy from Delaware asks if our Philly CheeseSteaks are “real.” I say no, but people from Philly have said they can’t tell the difference. He orders one, stops me while I’m making it and asks where the Cheese-wiz is. The guy in front of him from Philly angrily asks if he’s from Delaware. The guest angrily replies that he is. A fight almost breaks out. My coworkers learn that I was not joking when I said people from Philly take their Cheese Steaks seriously.

>Man comes in asking for beer, tries to prove his age with an ID held together with scotch tape. Gets pissed when I deny him service and ask for alternate proof of identity.

>Woman tried to use void ID to purchase alcohol. Produces valid ID when asked for alternate ID (she had moved so she had to have her drivers license changed). Insisted that the ID with the word VOID punched into it was still good because it had not yet expired.

>Old woman angrily demanded to know where I was after my day off. Claimed I was the only person in the park who knew how to make fish right, and demanded that I tell my manager that they were no longer allowed to serve fish on days when I was not working.

>Guy in charge of all the restaurants in my area of the park is performing an inspection during set up and decides to QC the aforementioned fish. Declares it to be “nice and flaky, like a lot of the people who work here.”

>Tram driver angrily yells at me for serving hot food that will make him sleepy and crash a tram full of guests. I tell him that I don’t control the menu or food policies and that his meal voucher doesn’t cover the salad bar, which is written on the voucher. He asks how he could be expected to read that when he doesn’t have his glasses?


>See a coworker doing a half-assed job closing as I’m getting ready to clock out at doors. I tell him if he half-asses it he won’t have to answer to one of our supervisors, he’d have to answer to the coworker who has been at the park longer than many of the workers have been alive. He laughs. The next day the elderly coworker demands to know who closed last night, I tell her about my conversation with the closer. She takes closing shift from me so she can “teach” him how to close. He never doubted my cleaning advice again.

Decipiat

Bucky x reader 

Notes: swearing, fluff, angst, heartbreak, mentions of Steve x reader and Steve x Sharon Carter. 

Summary: When you find out Steve is cheating on you, Bucky is there to help you through it; along the way, his feelings for you grow, as do yours for him.  

One shot! I love Steve, I rly, rly do. But here we are. This is based on a request I got a while back from an anon. Duly note that I do NOT take requests anymore. I just needed to write something different than a series today. 

It’s exactly five months ago today, and it’s his birthday. No wonder you’re thinking about him so much when you promised yourself to never let another thought be wasted on a cheater. When Bucky walks in to the room, he instantly notices your struggle. With a small smile he takes a seat next to you on the couch, scooting closer carefully, until he knows you’re not gonna tell him to back off. He swings his arm around your shoulders and pulls you into his side, kissing the top of your head firmly.

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anonymous asked:

smash or pass sun woo

pass. he’s meant for ji dwi, not me. 

Originally posted by ktvgifs

3

bet they have fun on the morty day care 

i just wanted to show that even if Greaser is my fave he’s a useless piece of shit when it comes to battle and he’s the forst one to get beaten up

i mean maybe its just me, im bad at a lot of games but seriously man, try less hard 

Noct serious
Final Fantasy XV
Noct serious

Ignis: Noct, do you seriously mean to do this?!  ( °Д°)

Prompto: Noct, come on man, not cool!!  (゚´Д`゚)゚


I’m noct serious guys.

11. Flirting // Nurseydex

« {Part 11 of my Valentine’s collection.} »

a/n: there’s a lot more whiskey in this than i initially intended, because i suddenly remembered that i’m actually in love with him. so… enjoy?

“You call that a slap shot, Nursey? That puck was going so slow a nine-year-old could have stopped it barehanded.”

“Tch. You’re just saying that because your last three shots went two feet wide and you’re intimidated by my mad skills.”

“What mad skills? You shoot like you’re playing mini golf.”

“At least I’ve got aim. You probably couldn’t hit the goal if it was the size of, like, a Zamboni.”

“I can hit a lot of things.”

“Oh yeah? Prove it.”

“…Are they really still going?” Tango asked Whiskey as they watched Dex and Nursey squabbling on the ice. It was eight in the morning, and practice had ended half an hour ago, but the two D-men were still on the ice trying to finish their game of Call Your Shot. At this point, it was getting a little ridiculous.

“They’re definitely… resilient,” Whiskey allowed. “Their endurance is impressive.”

“I know. Also—I can’t believe they still have insults left to throw at each other? Like, wouldn’t they have run out by now?”

“Insults?” Whiskey asked, turning to Tango and raising an eyebrow. “I wouldn’t call those insults, Tony.”

“Then what would you call them?”

“Flirting,” Whiskey said flatly.

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“Master, curry’s almost ready, it will be served soon~”

Agni was a heroic butler and yes indeed he will be missed.

10 Things I Hate About You - Part 1

A/N: Part 1 is all set-up. Idk hopefully y’all still like it? Maybe you don’t…idk. Bolded quotes are straight from the movie and not mine. 

Originally posted by marauderimagines

James fiddled with his watch as the guidance counselor, Ms. Umbridge, typed away at her computer. He wondered if he should say something; she had barely acknowledged his presence since he stepped into the room. 

As if reading his mind, she gave a fake grin and a, “I’ll be with you in just a moment.”

James nodded as he glanced around her office. It was decorated with pink lace and far too many cat pictures. Hell, two cat photographs was too many in his opinion, let alone 20. 

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Jeff Hardy Drabble - Prompts #8 & 22

Prompt: “You’re seriously like a man-child.” and “Did you just hiss at me?”
Requested: by Anon 
Warnings: None
Words: 300+

You rolled your eyes as Jeff and Matt as they yelled at the video game they were currently playing. When you found out the boys were coming back to wwe you were so happy. You came into wwe 6 months before they left. You, a high flyer as well were quickly paired with Jeff and had some amazing matches. When Jeff told you they were leaving you were devastated. They were your first friends in the business. You managed to stay in touch, every 6 months you’d have a catch-up. You missed the boys. Matt was like an older brother, Jeff was your first workplace crush.

You were mad when you showed up at Wrestlemania. How could they not tell you? But that anger quickly became excitement as they won the raw tag team championships. Since Wrestlemania you travelled with them again. Just like back in 2009. You forgot how rowdy they got late at night. 

“Can you guys shut up I want to sleep” you groan throwing a pillow at the two of them. Jeff threw the pillow back at you and hissed. “Did you just hiss at me? You did not just hiss at me” 

“So what if I did babe” He grinned at you 

“Can’t you let me sleep?” You sigh rolling over. Next thing you knew Jeff was standing above you jumping up and down on your bed. “Are you serious?! You’re seriously like a man-child!

“And you wanted us to come back all these years” Matt rolled his eyes 

“You love me” Jeff laughed lying on your bed 

“If you don’t let me sleep, you’ll really see how much I love you” you hissed 

Did you just hiss at me?” Jeff mocked 

“I hate you” You mumble wrapping your blanket around you, using your foot to push Jeff off the bed. 

Prompt from this list

Lucifer x Prophet!Reader Chapter One

This isn’t a request, just something I had an idea of watching season five, hope you enjoy!

Warning: None so far

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader

Fandom: Supernatural


You knew you were different. Ever since you were a child, you’d see visions of the future. In your dreams, when you were bored, pretty much anytime you weren’t thinking of something important. You’d see your mother dropping a plate, then a minute later it would happen. You kept it to yourself, you knew they’d think you were crazy. Insane. Maybe they’d think you were mentally challenged.

When you got older, you became more public. You became a psychic, telling people their futures for money. It made you a good living and you became popular, newspapers published articles about you, you were even on the popular tv show Ellen.

That’s when he came to you. An angel named Castiel. He said you were a prophet of the lord, chosen by god.

“And I thought I was crazy.” You snorted, bringing the cup of tea up to your lips and taking a sip. You were in a little coffee shop down the road from your house, the same one you went to everyday at 2pm. He met you there, sitting down without asking and dropping the bomb.

He furrowed his brows. “Do you think I am lying?” He said, confused.

“Uhm, I don’t think you’re telling the truth. But you can’t blame me for that. I mean, you come in here, say you’re an angel, say I’m a prophet, and expect me to believe you?” You laughed loudly, causing a few heads to look at you. You quieted down after that. “Come on man. Seriously.”

He sighed, finally getting the point. “(Y/N.” He started and you froze. You didn’t remember telling him your name. “I’ve been watching over you for a while, as I should. But recently you have become… activated. Remember when you told that man his future? His name was Sam Winchester. He came as a joke, his brother dared him to. But once you touched his hand you saw it. You saw it all. The talks with Lucifer, the battle between Michael and Lucifer, his body beating his brother almost to death. You saw it, and now you’re a part of it.”

You stood up, feeling sick, and ran out of the shop without paying for your tea. You doubted the workers cared, you’d always left hefty tips for the cute girl at the counter. As soon as you left the shop you vomited on the sidewalk, a few people gasping and making crude noises before slowly walking past you, carrying on their merry way.

Castiel was beside you in no time. “Would you like to go home?” He asked and you nodded quickly. Before you knew it, you were no longer on the sidewalk outside of the coffee shop, but in your living room. The change of scenery and temperature didn’t help your nausea, it in fact worsened it.

“You, you really are an angel.” You gasped for breath. Steadying yourself on your knees you stood up, your whole body shaking. “Why are you here? I’m no prophet, get away from me.” You hissed and looked around, trying to find an object near to steady yourself. “Please, just go away.” You desperately wanted him to be lying. You wanted this to somehow be a tv show trick. But it wasn’t. Deep inside, you knew it. You knew there was something more to your visions. But you didn’t know it was this… this extreme. “Leave my house now, go away.” You shouted, stepping backwards to the nearest wall.

Castiel stepped towards you and grabbed your arm. That was a big mistake. Your house started shaking, a blinding light slowly building up in the windows, getting brighter and brighter. A look of fear built up on Castiel’s face and he stepped backwards to the front door. “I, I wasn’t trying to hurt you…” The further he got away, the less your house shook.

You looked to him with a crazed expression on your face. “What the hell was that?” You gasped your breathing labored.

He looked around, still worried, “Every prophet has an archangel tied to them. The angel varies. I don’t know which it is, but he must have thought you were in danger. Every time something threats a prophet, the wrath of heaven’s most dangerous weapons is rained upon them. ”

“Archangels? Tied to me? Like a guardian angel?” You were a bit relieved at that, it made you feel safer. “So, Michael, Gabriel, or Raphael?”

“Or Lucifer.” He said it in a tone you couldn’t understand, but it seemed to be negative.

Lucifer? Isn’t he in hell? Is he even considered an archangel anymore? “Lucifer? I don’t think so.” You laughed in a shaky voice. You were nervous, scared and excited at the same time. This was the most thrilling thing that had ever happened to you.

“Yes, but we don’t choose which archangel gets the prophet. It’s not random, but it doesn’t seem to have a meaning.” He said, his posture still the same. Back straight, serious face. It was unnerving. “I need to leave, heaven needs me. But if you need anything, pray to me. I will come as soon as I can.”

And with that, he disappeared, leaving you in your house.

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Quick Jealous Anthony 2.0!

This is a quick post, BUT I HAD TO TALK ABOUT IT! Not to mention that this happened exactly ONE DAY after I made the first JEALOUS ANTHONY post of the S*osh Winter Games AGAIN (had to put a star there for tagging reasons so people can stop losing their shit over a fucking tag) series! Seriously that’s how low Anthony’s chill is! But come on, when did this man ever have chill to begin with? I already had a post planned for this moment, but @forever-unanonymous‘ ask is what made me push to get this post out. I would’ve posted it earlier, but I spent today with my boyfriend for V-day so it’s getting out later than I would’ve liked… :c

This is the EXACT same moment I caught! THE MOMENT when Ian had to lick Wasabi off Joven’s stomach.

Again, I wanted to make gifs for this post… but ADULT LIFE! So, I hope screenshots are okay for you guys yet again!

LET’S GET INTO IT!

Okay, so we first start off with Ian reading off the punishment. Anthony acts normal when Ian mentions Joven’s name, but it’s AFTER Ian’s done reading the whole card when we get THIS FACE:

He got slapped in the face with reality and was like: “Shit…” Anthony seems to act normal and carry himself well from that moment on… until Ian starts the video outro. I guess Anthony must’ve thought that they would’ve cut that part out, but THEY DIDN’T AND WE SEE THIS

THIS,

THIS,

AND THIS that is VERY subtle, but you can clearly see the look of what appears to be annoyance in my book all over his face.

WHY IS ANTHONY ALWAYS SO JEALOUS OVER IAN WHEN IT COMES TO JOVEN AND LASERCORN!? I’m not sure we’ll ever know, but one thing I do know is that I love it when Anthony’s protective over Ian. It makes my heart all warm and gooey! <3

Did I miss a jealous Anthony moment? Let me know if I did so we can all over analyse and fangirl together! :D