shower hat

Ok, so something sad that happenes but it gets better.

Flug, while mixing chemicals together one day for an invisibility serum, manages to somehow grab the wrong chemical to mix with the one hes currently holding, because he was busy shouting at Demencia to “PUT THAT DOWN BEFORE IT SHATTERS!”, and the mixutre ends up exploding in his eyes. The rest of his face is fine, but his eyes become damaged. He becomes black and white colorblind. Hes only able to see in monochrome. His visions slightly blurry too, but aside from that and now being colorblind, he’s ok.

This wouldnt be such a problem, except that he needs to be able to see the colors of certain wires to make certain inventions work correctly, and he needs to be able to see the colors of different chemicals so that he doesnt cause a wider scale explosion in the lab.

For a while he makes things work. He has to work a bit slower on some inventions, and he often needs Demencia’s help in differentiating colors of liquids and machine parts and such, but other than the slower pace, which agravates Black Hat a good bit, all is the same as it was before the incident.

One day however, Flug comes into the lab to find a suprise on table: a pair of goggles that will fit over the bag he wears. (Prior to this he didnt wear goggles over the bag. He just had eyeholes cut out of it.)

He goes to put them on, and almost screams when he does because EVERYTHING IS BRIGHT AGAIN!!

The goggles turn out to have lenses in them that can correct colorblindness and “Holy shit I CAN SEE THE COLORS AGAIN!! THIS IS AMAZING!!”

Demencia walks in the lab with 5.0.5 in tow, and notices Flug walking around, looking at everything, clearly happy about something. And then she notices the goggles.

“Neat goggles you got there! Where’d they come from?”

“I don’t know but Demencia, they allow me to see colors again!!!!”

And shes kinda suprised because “Wait they make goggles like that?!”

And Flugs just so happy because he can finally do his work again without depending on someone else to help him, and this will speed up his work process againc and Black Hat won’t be so upset with his work time and -

“Wait, Demencia, you didn’t get these for me?”

“Nope, no idea where they came from.”

He’s a bit puzzeled, because these goggles obviously didnt just show up out of nowhere. Someone got them for him. Someone who knew he was colorblind.

Someone who wasn’t Demencia, and certainly not 5.0.5.

That left one person. Well, demon more like it.

Flug walks to Black Hats office, and opens the door just slightly to see that his boss is busy filling out that years tax forms, because “We may be a team of villains, but we still live in a house and own a business, and as such we owe taxes to the idiotic government that runs this country, and I will NOT have my company run to the ground because of tax evasion!!”
Flug waits until he finishes writing up the page he’s on, and then steps into the office the whole way.

“What is it that you require Dr. I’m very busy at the moment and you have orders to fill.”

“Well um, Sir I just..just wanted to let you know that those orders you gave me yesterday? They’ll uh..they’ll be done by tomorrow. Tomorrow morning actually.”

Black Hat looks up at that because “Flugs work has taken longer than two days since the incident that doesn’t add up” and then he notices the goggles.

“What’s with the new headwear Flug?”

“Oh the goggles? They appeared on my um. My desk this morning. They actually..they correct my vision?”


“I can..i can see colors again Sir.”

Black Hat sits back for a minute, taking in the information.

“Is that why you’ll have those orders done so quickly compared to your normal time?”

“Yes Sir.”

“…fair enough. Make sure they’re as good quality wise as the ones you’ve been producing. We don’t want to sell rushed work to our clients and ruin our reputation now do we?”

“No Sir, of course not. I’ll um..i’ll have them ready and done well by tomorrow morning for you.”

“Good. Now go back to working on them, I need to finish these forms, least my company go down the drain from failing to comply with thw government’s asinine rules.”

Flug turns to leave, and gets halfway out the door, before turning back to Black Hat.

“You wouldn’t happen to have been the one who got the goggles for me, were you Sir?”

Black Hat looks up, small scowl on his face.

“Of course not Dr. Why would I ever do such a thing like that? I have no idea who gave them to you. Just be greatful that you have them now and get back to work.”

“Yes Sir, will do.”

And with that Flug leaves.

He doesn’t see the small smile on Black Hats face after he leavws because “he liked the goggles I got for him.”

Shinsou Hitoshi // BNHA Self-Indulgent Halloween Edition

I’m high on sleep-deprivation and Red Bull right now… I should be catching up on programming homework but….. *shrugs into another universe*

I’m just way too excited for Halloween. I’ve been excited for it since June.

This started out as a traditional sketch. I’m such a pansy when it comes to color, so I usually paint it really quickly in Photoshop first to see if I like it. I ended up playing with layered effects instead.

The shirt + choker are inspired by one of my favorite outfits worn by Jimin from BTS.

Did I mention that I’m way too excited for Halloween??? Fan art of characters in Halloween costumes is my absolute fave.

So I may have spent the day at work getting a little emotional over a picnic basket.

For an individual such as Sanji, who is generous and nurturing, wearing his heart of his sleeve, the picnic basket is a great metaphor.

It’s important to remember that, for Sanji, food isn’t just about feeding people.  It’s a tangible extension of his love, and he presents a little bit of his heart when he cooks for others.

It makes me think about how Sanji, as a child, laid his heart out to his ailing mother without fully understanding the gift of humanity that she left for him, at the eventual cost of her own life.  His picnic basket was well-meaning, but incongruous, inarticulate and clumsy:

… and it makes me think about how 9-year-old Sanji finally realizesd when (on the rock) Zeff gave him the parcel of food and left none for himself, that he deserved to be loved – and specifically because of who he fundamentally was, his passion, dreams and all, and not necessarily because he was the strongest and most ruthless:

… and as many had noticed back in chapter 850, we get confirmation in this chapter that Sanji’s bento for Pudding was in fact filled with the favorite foods of the Strawhat crew:

He may have accepted his future with Pudding, but the truth is, his heart (and by proxy, his cooking) was communicating his true wishes and desires all along.

One Piece, chapter 854 (and 58, 841 & 850)


hi im bee and i spent about five minutes wishing my bathroom had better lighting and then realizing i could turn on the light


Summary: Bucky is pissed and goes out for some coffee. What he gets helps him feel quite light-hearted. 

Pairings: Bucky x reader

Warnings: none, cute stuff

Word Count: 957

Note: This was just a small idea I had! Not sure if I want to make a part two or not, but we’ll see! Let me know if you want to see a part two!

Originally posted by bucha-nan

If Monday mornings were bad, sometimes Tuesdays were worse. Especially today.

Bucky was pissed. But not just pissed–he was I-swear-to-God-or-whoever-the-fuck-is-up-there-if-you-even-think-about-looking-at-me-you’re-going-to-wish-you-didn’t pissed.

First, he had barely gotten any sleep–nightmares kept coming back to bite him in the ass and then when he finally got to some semblance of rest, his alarm had gone off. Steve appeared at his door, ready for their early morning run, and Bucky shoved past him with an ominous cloud over his head. Steve knew not to push his buttons as they ran side by side, and the brunette grumbled the entire time, his usually light footsteps seeming to leave dents in his wake.

When he got back to the tower, the sunrise had just peeked over the horizon. He headed to the gym for a workout, to see if he could punch his frustrations out, but it did nothing to calm him as it usually did. Deciding he needed to get some fresh air, he rushed through a shower, pulled on his hat and a sweater and ventured out into the city.

The sun was bright and the day was warm but it did nothing to make him feel any better. He walked for a while until he spotted a small coffee shop on a corner and stepped inside. The aroma hit him immediately and seemed to ease him just the slightest. He stepped up into line behind a young woman who was just finishing up her order.

“…and just a small black tea for me, Kathy.”

“Sure thing, Y/n!” The cashier replied happily, taking her money and fishing for change before grabbing the order. As she handed her the cup, she said, “The rest of it will be at the end of the bar.”

“You’re the best.” Bucky could see the smile on her face as she turned to head to the end of the counter. There seemed to be an easy air around them and it made the tone of the shop all the more friendly.

He stepped up to the counter and was greeted with a smile. “Hi, how can I help you?”

“Can I just get a small coffee?” He said gruffly, trying to keep his tone even. He could feel his aggravation radiating off of himself, and the smallest tinge of guilt hit him for disrupting the easy air in the shop.

“Sure. That’ll be $1.62.” As the cashier went to fill his cup, he felt around in his pockets for his wallet, but he was coming up empty. He looked to the cashier, dread setting in as she simply lifted her brows at him.

“I-I’m sorry,” he said, feeling around a little more frantically in his pockets for something, anything, “I must have, ah…”


A slender arm extended past his face and over the register. Bucky looked to his left and saw the girl that had gone before him handing over two bills to the nameless cashier.

“You don’t–”

“Shh,” she interrupted him, already getting her change and dropping it into the tip jar. She grabbed his cup and handed it to him before he could say another word. “Everyone deserves some free coffee now and then.” She stepped away from him and towards the end of the bar, where another barista was placing finished drinks. Bucky followed her.

He took her in for a minute, examining her as she was putting drinks in a carrier. She was wearing a slender button up, sleeves rolled up to her elbows, and some slim-fitting slacks, even though it was a hot summer day. He then took notice of the full carrier in her hands and wondered just how far she had to go.

“Do you, ah,” he started, catching her attention. She turned her head and he shuffled his feet awkwardly under her pretty gaze, “do you need a hand?”

A hint of a smile graced her lips and his shoulders relaxed. “No, it’s okay. I’m only going across the street.” She tilted her head towards the door and Bucky’s eyes followed, landing on the building right at the corner. “Thank you, though.”

A barista calling her name caught both of their attentions. Bucky watched as the teen handed her a small bag over the counter and bid her goodbye. She gave a “see ya later” and grabbed the full carrier in one hand, her tea and the bag in the other. As she turned to leave, their eyes met once more and she gave Bucky a meek smile.


It took him a split second to recover as he beat her to the door to open it for her. He stepped out and brought the door with him, and she gave him another smile and “thank you” as she passed. He let it go just after someone else stepped inside, and he hesitated. The sign across the street just lit up with the small yellow man, and she took a step forward.


He heard himself say it before the thought even registered in his mind. The girl turned to look at him, and he swears that he saw something like hope twinkle in her eyes.

He swallowed the small lump in his throat and took a leap of faith. “At least let me pay you back for the coffee.”

She smiled, just barely showing the front of her teeth, and relief flooded through him. “Okay. Here, tomorrow. Nine a.m.”

A smile cracked his face. “It’s a date.”

She laughed lightly, freely, as she turned and started to walk across the street. She only turned around again as she opened the door of the building right on the corner, giving him another smile before disappearing inside.

Suddenly, he didn’t feel so angry anymore.

tagging is open!


a/n: not really edited because just writing this was hard. i’ve been in a mental rut, in writing and in health… hope you like this anyway! just some (secret) soft Soo because this (and this) has to be the cutest most adorable ball of fluff i have ever seen. 1 like = 1 cry.

because i want to pat him on the head and give him a juice box but also suck him dry. oops. 


Monday’s are quietly busy for you. Rather than fight yourself to head the office, you choose to work on your  novel from home, delighting in the peace that your cozy at home study brings you. You’ve made a good chunk of progress– your main character has found her soulmate and they are getting to know each other by the time you decide to get up and refill your coffee cup and give your back a break from hunching over. You trudge through your hallway, the scuffing of your slippers making light noise as you hum to a song you remembered hearing on the radio earlier this week. When you reach the kitchen you begin to sing the song softly as you prep a single serving of coffee and contemplate what take out you and Kyungsoo will have once he gets home.

You’re skimming through a menu for pizza when Kyungsoo barges through the front door, the bang of it hitting the wall startles you slightly, making you drop the menu with a soft yelp. You’re tempted to scold him for your mini heart attack and the possibility of a hole in the wall but just before you raise your voice you’re stopped by the sight of your boyfriend throwing a tantrum. Your eyes follow him as he starts angrily yanking off his shoes and sweatshirt throwing them on the floor, mumbling curse words in Korean, English, and Spanish? Did you just hear him curse in Spanish? He needs to stop hanging around your mother …

“I can’t believe they did this to me. I told them a little off the top, not leave a little on the top.”

A little on the top?

While Kyungsoo thrashes around like a distressed toddler, you stop to think about what he means by “a little off the top”. Your brow furrows as you go over what his errands for the day were. What did he get himself into? The sound of the coffee pot timer goes off the same time your thoughts put together the answer: Kyungsoo got his hair cut today. That explains why he’s removed everything but his hat …

“Kyungsoo. Baby, please stop pacing you’re going to wear a hole into the ground. Kyungsoo! Hey, are you listening to me?”

He’s literally throwing his arms around in what looks like an attempt to fight the air as the curses get slightly louder with each swing. It’s not until after you move from where you’re standing in the kitchen to grab him by the shoulders that he stops moving, carefully avoiding getting struck. If you were anyone else, he would swatt you for attempting to keep im from exerting his rage outwards something Byun’s had to learn the hard way. He’s angry, there’s no doubt about that in the slightest, but he wouldn’t dare take it out on you. You get him to face you then rub his cheek soothingly with one of your thumbs, smiling once you see him visibly soften and take in a deep breath. His shoulders slump before he brings you in close to hold you and place his face in your neck. It takes him a few seconds but once he’s calmed down, he simmers to just whining.

“I might as well be bald those bastards left me with nothing.”

“Soo, let me see your haircut.”

You try to pry him off of you but he stops you by gripping you tighter.

“No, i’m never taking this hat off. Never. we will be married with this hat on, we will shower with this hat on, we will cuddle to sleep with this hat on.”

He begins to kiss your neck where he knows you’re most sensitive making you gasp out and dig your fingers into his shoulders.

“Do Kyungsoo quit trying to distract me!”

You pull away from him with a yank to his ear with a bit of force, but not enough to really hurt him.

“You’re being dramatic did you forget hair grows back? now come here-“

You take him by the hand and drag him to sit on your couch then take a seat next to him.

“-let me see your haircut please, or no sexy time for the next week.”

At that, Kyungsoo gasps like you’ve just slapped him.

“What? You can’t do that to me!”

You’re laughing at this point. When did he become a five year old? Throwing tantrums and thrashing about and refusing to do a simple task …

“Baby. Look, i understand that you may find it embarrassing, but it’s really just hair. you know i love you no matter what and if anyone makes fun of you, i’ll kick their ass.”

you give him a reassuring kiss on the cheek, letting it linger for a few seconds before you pull away. you lace your fingers with one of his hands and stare at him as he stares at the ground in front of him. he refuses to look you in the eyes, knowing if he sees you pouting he will crack, and he refuses to crack. after a few seconds of silence you scoot close to him so that your legs touch, causing him to suck in a large breath but he stays strong and continues to avoid eye contact.

So that’s how it’s going to be …

“Soo, baby, did i ever tell you how good you smell?”

You take one of your hands to place on his thigh and begin to pepper kisses along his jaw, smiling when he swallows hard.

“You know, if you just take off that silly hat, we could do something fun.”

You give his thigh a firm squeeze then bite down on his neck. When you give a particularly hard bite he grabs the hand you have on his thigh and moans.

B i n g o.

You make your next actions quick, first straddling his lap to put your full weight on him so he can’t move very far, then you place his face in your hands. Just as he thinks you’re going to start kissing him, you remove his hat and throw it to the other side of the room then make a run to where the hat is lying. It takes him a few seconds to process what has just happened and when it clicks he feels betrayed in the worst way possible..

“Woman, you are evil!”

Kyungsoo is glaring at you, and if looks could kill, you would’ve died at least four times over. You know he would never actually physically hurt you however, so you make your way slowly back to him. His glare follows you as you come to where he’s sitting then kneel in front of him placing your hands on his thighs.



“Do you know how damn adorable you are?”

Kyungsoo slouches further into the couch then crosses his arms.

“I am not.”

You pick yourself up off the floor to place yourself back onto his lap to kiss him. His glare doesn’t let up but he does move his arms to grip your waist.

“I mean, you always look adorable to me, but this hair cut–”

You rub his head and graze it lightly with your fingernails and though he hates to admit it, he loves the way it feels.

“– makes you the most adorable i’ve seen you yet. You are the absolute cutest!”

You squish his cheeks as you internally die over your boyfriend. His facial expression hasn’t changed, he still looks like he’s ready to murder you, but he likes the attention you’re giving him. After a few minutes he softens.

“Okay i’m adorable, are you done? I want food.”

You giggle and order for him to stay seated with your lips against his then go to get him a snack. You had went to the grocery store yesterday to pick up some snacks for your cousin you were babysitting and you had some left over. When you reach the living room with an uncrustable and juice box, Kyungsoo is unamused.

“A juice box and a pb&j sandwich? Am I five?”

He narrows his eyes at you and slowly takes the juicebox and sandwich from you. You’re expecting him to snatch it away but he takes it gently without crushing your fingers. 

“You’re lucky you’re pretty and I love you.” 

You pat his head then give his forehead a kiss before making your leave.

“I have to finish writing the rest of this chapter so you’ll have to entertain yourself for a few hours. Pick what takeout you want for later.”

You’re halfway down the hallway you faintly hear a thank you but when you call out to him to repeat what he said, Kyungsoo shouts that he didn’t say anything. When you’re sure he thinks you’re in your study you tiptoe back out to where he’s sitting and catch him smiling contently at his snack. Indeed you are a five year old Soo.

(And later that day when he comes to check up on you and your progress he finds that you’ve fallen asleep at your desk and being the big softy he truly is, he carries you into bed, tucks you in, and leaves the softest kiss on your forehead. He appreciates you didn’t make fun of his haircut and loves the snacks, even if they are to five year olds.

Also, you’re gonna need your rest if you’re going to defend him against the beagles later.)

Everything Has Changed - Part Five | Jughead Jones

Originally posted by bugheader

Pairing: Jughead x Reader
Description: You and Jughead finally talk but everything seems to want to be against poor Jughead opening up.
Warnings: Nah there’s nothing.
Word Count: 1494
A/N: I KNOW THIS IS WAY LONG OVERDUE AND I AM SO SORRY. But, there should be 1-2 more parts of this then we’re done!! Don’t worry, we’re starting to get to the good bits. If you want tagging or I’ve missed you, send me a message! I lose replies a lot because my notifications get crazy.


Jughead turning up on your doorstep in the pouring rain asking if he could stay the night was the last thing you’d ever imagined would happen. It took you a moment to realise what he’d asked before you quickly pulled him into the house, shutting the door behind him. The poor boy was wet through. The thought of Jughead out there searching for somewhere to stay the night made your heart sink. The last time the both of you had talked hadn’t ended on the best of terms but this was still Jughead, he was still your best friend. All you wanted was for him to be safe so there was no doubt in your mind about helping him. It all depended on your grandparents, though.

 “Go upstairs and I’ll go talk to my gran,” you said, pointing Jughead in the direction of your bedroom so he could wait for you.

Once he’d headed off up the stairs, you went in search for your grandparents trying to figure out in your head the best way to ask them if your male friend could stay over for the night or maybe even a few days. Who knows how long Jughead needed a place to stay. They were pretty chill and they knew Jughead so you were sure they wouldn’t have a problem with it but still you were quite nervous to ask them. What if they did actually turn him away? What if they thought you were crazy for even considering asking if a boy could stay over?

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rendingrosencrantz replied to your post: kay, i just want you to know that i love ashya…

that one time Ashya was in the shower/after the shower where they didn’t have their hood and were like “this towel. it is now a hood” except it was more like. a face/head wrap just around their general being

AN ICONIC MOMENT. this towel is multipurpose. can be towel..can be scarf…can be emergency post-shower hat for the entire head. very good