so i though i should mix it up

Gaara Week: Dressing Headcanon

*So, I apologize for mixing up Day 4 and Day 5. I didn’t mean to, but I can’t help but think about Gaara with cats. So, again, I apologize.

Gaara isn’t into particularly in extravagant attire. As the Kazekage, he should look appropriate, but as a shinobi, he should also be able to move without much hindrance. Overall, he’s a practical man. And he allows his kids dress the way they like. Though he is mildly concerned about Yodo’s outfit. It’s not that he doesn’t trust her, rather he doesn’t trust certain guys.

Poor Yodo has lost count how many dudes were paralyzed by Shikamaru’s shadow jutsu and were flung into the air by Gaara’s sand, Kankuro’s chakra strings, and Temari’s fan. But the obnoxious flirting stopped fairly quickly, so there’s that.


the holy uncle trinity of ijs men’s skaters

What I read last week


As usual a mix. Though I  think there’s a lot of the Christmas ones =) 

burning up for you by haleofStilesheart  | Explicit |
Summary: Stiles is an omega of considerable means which means he doesn’t have to worry much about going through his heats alone. He just has to worry about falling in love with the alpha seeing him through them.

practice makes perfect by bleep0bleep | Teen |
Summary: “So… you’re interested? Or you just said yeah because it’s what you say when you don’t know what to say.”
“Interested. In kissing you.”
Stiles makes a vague gesture with his hand. “I mean, yeah, if only to get you more comfortable with the whole dating thing in the future. I mean, we’re friends, and I want you to be happy.” He bites his lip, nervous.
Derek doesn’t even need to think about it because he knows it’s a bad idea. He’ll kiss Stiles and get to know what it’s like, and his heart will break because he won’t ever get to have him, that this is out of friendship only.
But this might be his only chance.

Always Had the Key by Omni | Teen | <3
Summary: Years after Derek’s left Beacon Hills, he runs into Stiles at a conference for werewolves and their emissaries. While they both have changed a lot, some things still remain the same.

These Woods Sigh by blacktofade | Explicit |
Summary: Derek and Stiles never plan to start a family together, it just happens. Or, the one where Derek accidentally wishes for a baby.

Tumblr fic by @sterekseason
Summary: Picture this: Stiles and Derek reconnect at John and Melissa’s wedding after not seeing each other for nearly six years.

Even Christmas has Legal Contracts by vivoegoincrastinum  | Gen | <3
Summary: Derek wakes up on Christmas day to breakfast made by Stiles and knowing that he’ll get to see most of his pack later that day. Stiles wants them to go ahead and open a present from each other since they have to wait so they do.

The Better Alpha by buffylover | Not rated |
Summary: Stiles was banished from the Hale Territory for college. For his own safety Derek said. But Derek never makes good choices and Stiles is bitten by an Alpha.Who knew his life would be so good?

Home for Christmas by mikkimouse | Teen |
Summary: “Derek,” Dad said with a warm smile. “Glad you could make it."Derek nodded seriously.
"Of course, Sheriff."Stiles felt the pieces slot together in his head.
"Wait, you called him?”
“Technically, Melissa called him,” Dad said.
“Ha ha. What’s he doing here?” Stiles turned to Derek. “Seriously, what are you doing here?"Derek held up his keys.
"I’m here to take you home.”
When Sheriff Stilinski is hurt after an encounter with the supernatural, Stiles ends up spending the Christmas season with Derek. It’s not nearly as bad as he thinks it’s going to be.

Taking Care by LoveActually_rps | Explicit |
Summary: Derek had returned from a conference where the new CEO, Mr Stiles Stilinski, took over his company in a so called meeting where all the white collared, richly clothed shareholders - assholes - voted against Derek. He hadn’t even waited for a final handshake with the new owner. He knew, he’d never be able to fake a smile when his heart was shattering into a thousand pieces. Well, they had Peter to deal with these formalities.[aka, Derek was already having the worst day when he was hit by his heat, right in the middle of his office]

I Ran (So Far) by thepsychicclam | Explicit |
Summary: “But, you don’t run,” Derek pointed out, confused.  
“People can get new hobbies,” Stiles snapped. “Geez, if I’d known it was going to be this big of a deal, I’d have called you first. Want me to give you my workout schedule? That way you can coordinate your nose accordingly?”
In which Stiles’ summer starts off so badly he starts running, gets pelted by paint balls, and decides he is, in fact, going crazy if he willingly wants to hang out with Derek Hale.

The Moon’s Gonna Follow Me Home by turningterrific | Explicit |
Summary: Derek doesn’t want to call the window repair guy. He doesn’t want to sweep up the glass. He’ll inevitably miss a few shards and pull them out of the bottom of his bare feet for weeks.He doesn’t want to try to make this place feel like home when it isn’t.Derek stayed in Beacon Hills and tried to make it work because he wanted pack, wanted purpose. He gave his best effort and found himself back where he started: alone, with a few begrudging allies. He’s tired, and even though his werewolf body heals quickly, he feels the weary ache down to his center.He packs his car with the few things he cares about enough to drag them from place to place. He locks the loft and calls a realtor about listing the building he’d bought in a misguided attempt to secure a future.And then he leaves.

anonymous asked:

What would you recommend Chris Evans to wear for a date night? (Not nothing, though, that can be later).

Heyyyy… I wasn’t gonna answer with “naked” anyway because I am a pretty picky person and I do award points for going the extra mile. Chris also likes to dress up for special occasions so I would hope a date night counts as a special occasion in his book.

I think Chris could wear his shiny dark blue wool mix suit from Burberry

one of his more eccentric Gucci suit!wins 

or that one funky Etro one with a daring paisley tie, depending on how homeboy is feeling at the time.

Also, he should dress location- and time-appropriate. If the date involves off-road rally, of course he should not wear a suit. :P

But you said night, so suit it is. The Burberry is OK for the opera, the others aren’t, though. If he was going on a date with me, we would hit the Operahouse and boyfriend would shed some tears.

Extra points should go to men who care about details and wrap a colourful silk square in their suit chest pocket.

But, you might ask, what if he’s informal and wants to go bowling? Or to the movies?

Well, then he can wear a fancy tracksuit, or dark jeans/track pants with a track vest (but the jeans have to be a good fit, otherwise the whole outfit looks like contractor work gear and if I could hire Chris Evans to tile my bathroom, my problems would be of a whole other nature - I would be filthy rich!)

Did I say contractor? Here is Chris in an “I am going to the hardware store and I have to look competent and blend in” outfit. Damn. He MAY come and tile my bathroom anytime.

Looking at all those pics, especially the red carpet ones made me realise Chris dyes his hair and facial hair too. For a date with me, he wouldn’t have to bust out the Palette Color Cream.  

My personal favourite outfit of his is dress trousers with a white henley and that delicious blue granddad sweater from Tommy Bahama. That man wears sweaters like no one else. If you look at that sweater on the online shop page, it’s clear that no one under 80 should even gaze at it. Then smoov bruv Evans puts it on, with his A+ titties and his itty bitty waist and bam! all the panties out the window.

One thing I don’t like are bomber jackets. I feel like the only message bomber jackets communicate is that you’ve opened divorce proceedings between yourself and your dick and you’re fighting over who gets the balls. Seriously. Bomber jackets should disappear down the hellhole from whence they came.

That’s the long answer.

Short answer is Chris should wear something he feels comfortable and confident in. Preferably not a bomber jacket.


I know I should have kept it concise. But I get excited when the topic is clothes, especially clothes on Chris Evans. Next time I’ll be brief.

14th of January: “Percico Ocean Nights”

Since I already did a Solangelo, Jercy and Jasico piece, I thought I’d add Percico today.

Also thought it would be a good idea to try out how to paint water.
I’ll have to work on that ;)

Though I like how the splashy bit in the very front turned out ;3

Nico+Percy © Rick Riordan, PJO/HOO
Art © Tári

anonymous asked:

I hope I don't sound rude. But do you have a download link to your cover of Ikunosen Terrorism (or how ever you spell the song)

technically i do, but when i reupload it i’m gonna fix the vocal mixing a little bit since i rushed it in the original upload so! it should be back up soon though, i Think i got everything sorted out


I was tagged in the ‘Top Nine Albums of 2016′ by my lovely ladies Nat @stylesprimes and Kath @busynothings. I’m finalizing my Faves of 2016 list so here’s a sneak peak:

  • Warpaint ~ Heads Up
  • Rihanna ~ Anti
  • Daughter ~ Not to Disappear
  • Roo Panes ~ Paperweights
  • Run the Jewels ~ RTJ3
  • Phantogram ~ Three
  • Beyonce ~ Lemonade
  • Radiohead ~ A Moon Shaped Pool
  • White Lies ~ Friends

I’m gonna tag @onismanxiety @chriscornhell @likeamisfit @finding–cat @diekleineelisabeth @helladonut @freshprincesofsheffield @nebulastyles @palmerhimself @julie-eee

Happy 2017!!!!!

Hello my babies!!!!! Here in the states today is January 1st, 2017 and I wanted to wish you all a wonderful start to the new year. To me the new year means shedding your skin and mixing things up. Of course I feel that if you wake up in June and think man I want to do this, then start doing it! You don’t have to wait until the new year to set goals. Though, I feel at the new year you should change at least one thing within your lifestyle. So my lovelies; go get that promotion, try out for that sport team, attend the club, say hi to that cute stranger across the room, break things off with those causing you pain, call that friend you haven’t spoken to in a while, read that book collecting dust, try to learn a new language, volunteer at a local charity, get a puppy or kitten, make that move, take that trip, laugh more, go out with friends, and live. This 2017 I encourage you all to go out and live. Don’t hold yourself back I have good feelings for this year, and I hope you all do too

Originally posted by plumkat

His Best Friend’s Sister

Notes: Fluff. I think this is really an adorable idea! Thank you for requesting this ahh! This was extremely fun to write although I had a bit of trouble because I wasn’t sure whether I should focus on Eisuke mostly or Soryu. So, it wounded up in a mix with both of them fighting over the MC (*cough* you *cough*). My apologies in advance, if this isn’t what you wanted but I just thought this would be more fun and lighter to read! 

Tagging these dudes because I think it’d make them smile (it’s a 50/50 chance though): @carinecaldre69 & @miyukushina & @dumb-and-dumber-with-leah & @tresspadesmaid@catchthespade

Let’s get more air—because you might need it for the incoming laugh fest!

It was a normal Tuesday when Eisuke called forth for a special dinner. At first, Soryu and the others didn’t understand why there was a need to have dinner together since 99.3% of the bidders time was spent at Ichinomiya’s luxurious penthouse. But the millionaire was persistent! He promised that he would be paying for everyone’s meal and he’d be bringing along a… marvelous surprise.

While the other bidders were astounded by his sudden generosity, Soryu couldn’t help but wonder how “marvelous” was this surprise. He would have been the first person (or so he’d like to think) whom Eisuke would confide about news. Good or bad. However, for the past few days, the mobster noticed that he was acting quite odd. A bit more… approachable and less cranky. It meant the news was something really good—but he never came up to Soryu.


In the end, everyone agreed to join the dinner and everyone wore their best attires—suits, neckties or maybe bowties, gelled hair and manly cologne—knowing they’d be spending the dinner somewhere in a fancy restaurant… And as expected, Eisuke has overdone it again as he led everyone to one of the best five-star restaurants in the city. The folks there even let them have their own private room, away from the other customers. 

Only Eisuke Ichinomiya. 

Once everyone was settled in their seats. Eisuke tapped his glass formally, clearing his throat before saying, “You are all here tonight because you are all considered one of my most special… friends.”

“We’re your only friends,” Mamoru had muttered under his breath and Soryu found himself agreeing with the bearded slacker for once. Ignoring the snide, Eisuke motioned at the door, trying to get someone to walk inside. “Gentlemen. And Mamoru. This is my sister.”

As if rehearsed (probably was), you walked in.

Everyone gasped and clapped upon your arrival. You smiled. 

To Eisuke, this moment was gorgeous, precious and quite satisfying since this meant you would easily fit in this new lifestyle more. While everyone was cheering for the long-lost-but-now-found sister, Soryu’s mouth was still left wide open in utter disbelief. Eisuke wasn’t an idiot but… what if you actually weren’t his sister? Perhaps, that’s one of his reasons why he hasn’t told Soryu about you. He is probably scared about me noticing she isn’t the one and… Soryu frowned as he kept picturing Eisuke’s torn face. The millionaire often claimed he has never broken down but… he was still human.

While thinking deeply about his friend’s reaction, your eyes met Soryu’s and you tilted your head, questioningly. 

Shoot. He quickly shut his mouth and instead of following his gut that was telling him to look away, Soryu did his best to glare at you, trying to establish that he wasn’t the friendliest human being and should be avoided at all cost. Although his cheeks were reddening. Hang on. That wasn’t quite right. Well… He… was a bit caught off guard upon seeing you in such a strapping outfit—a scarlet red dress with delicate ruffles and tight curves—no doubt that Eisuke bought it from one of the most expensive clothing lines. 

And yet as time ticked, the formal introductions went by, jokes were made and everyone was either too happy or too drunk to hold onto one conversational thread. Currently, Ota and Baba were humming along to a Barenaked Ladies’ song in their head, Mamoru has fallen asleep on the dinner table and Eisuke was pulling out his wallet to pay for the bills.

Soryu was quiet the entire time. He made sure he was still sober enough—just to study you mostly. He needed to make sure, for his best friend’s sake that you weren’t an impostor. Technically, Soryu didn’t have any basis to say you were one. He only knew a few things about Eisuke’s “long-lost-sister”… You would obviously have that “mark” Eisuke once said. But it might have been fake. Who knows? … Gun in hand, he’d just have to watch you for anything suspicious.

However after a while, he wasn’t sure why you approached him with a smile spreading on your face—was it because he was sober/awake or you simply caught his not-so-subtle staring? Before Soryu could figure it out, you both started talking and he found it quite… easy? Normally, he found women quite annoying especially with their stench that they called, “perfume”. You probably had one but Soryu didn’t find himself smelling it. He was instead, more focused on your eyes. Your lips.That smile.

“Are you really part of the mafia?”

“… Eisuke told you?”

“He tells me everything,” you replied, rolling your eyes. “Mamo is a detective. Fedora man is a thief. Kisaki has something to do with the art. And you are a mobster but I find that hard to believe.”

“Why is that so?” 

“Because my brother says animals magically like you.” 

Soryu isn’t sure if you were teasing him but he did find it a bit… charming. In response though, the mobster pulled out the gun he was holding, making sure that none of the personal waiters could catch a glimpse of it. “Whether you find me threatening or not, I am a man who knows how to shoot and I am not afraid to pull the trigger. And you?” 


“… Are you really Eisuke’s sister?” His eyes glinted.

“I am.” You smiled. “And because of your deep concern, I guess… you really are his friend. By the way, does Eisuke really buy you all the hair products to make that hair style?”

“… No.”

“Liar. He totally did.”

Soryu scowled at you. What an annoying woman. Now, he could say with certainty that you were related to Eisuke by blood. Before he could rertort, two drunk men—namely Baba and Ota—dragged you off. They also apparently wanted to play with Soryu’s new toy, your eyes though while walking away still trained on him. He didn’t look away either.

“I saw the look you were giving her,” said a voice.

Soryu swiftly turned to find Eisuke who folded his arms. His glowers were even more hellish… and murderous. “I don’t like that look,” he growled.

“Oh, I was just suspicious if she could be an impostor,” Soryu spoke calmly as he tried to choose his words carefully. “I figured that’s why you didn’t tell me about her days ago because… you didn’t want to hear me say that she might not be…” 

Soryu faltered as Eisuke shook his head.

“Dumbass. She is my sister.”

“… I was just looking out for you.”

Eisuke sighed. “I know… But what I meant by look I meant is—you’re giving her the kind of look that Baba makes when he sees a woman.”

“I-I wasn’t thinking of that!” Fully familiar with that Baba look.

“Good. She’s not up for a one-night-stand.”

“… But I could ask her on a date, right?” It was supposed to be a joke but hearing it out loud, it didn’t sound like one. In fact, it made his heart beat faster. Why? Was it because it sounded… dangerous? It absolutely did with Eisuke’s glare stabbing Soryu.

Stay away from my sister, Oh,” growled Eisuke as he briskly brushed past Soryu, bumping his shoulder and making him lose his balance a bit. Dumbfounded, Soryu watched Eisuke saunter towards you—clearly annoyed that you were being toyed around by Baba and Ota. He really had no intention of making a move on you or whatsoever. But there was still something about you that he wanted to know more of. Soryu doubt that Eisuke would allow him to talk to you personally alone again but… He marked this as Attempt 01. Heh. The mobster wasn’t giving up. 

Neither was the millionaire as he also marked this moment as the first attempt. And so, the unspoken battle begins with Soryu’s attempts to win your heart—and Eisuke’s attempts to shove those attempts back into the mobster’s ass.

Attempt 07. 

You and Soryu have both been talking a lot and most of the time when the bidders come over, Soryu noticed that you’d be paying more attention to him… Not that he found it bothersome. Instead, he saw how precious you were to even notice him first in a room full of men who are obviously so much better than him—even the slacker detective sounds better than a stone cold, dangerous mobster. And yet here you were, entering the elevator and looking up to Soryu.

“Hi,” Soryu heard you say.

“Hello,” he greeted back with a smooth voice. You both wounded up inside the elevator together. But not alone together. You were with your older brother and Soryu came along with Ota who was going down to check the antique to be auctioned. An unsettling silence stayed in the elevator as it went down the famous hotel. Ota leaned against the elevator rail. Eisuke wrapped an arm around you, almost territorial. Soryu just had his arms folded, finding his shoes more and more interesting. 

It was awfully quiet and Soryu could practically smell the tension until Ota broke the silence in a singsong voice with the worst statement ever: 

“Hey, Soryu has a pick-up-line for you!”

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anonymous asked:

3/3 statements, and that people should keep that in mind when considering whether to speak up about something. And it's particularly frustrating in this case since the ideas that are so hurtful are also false. (Though I have mixed feelings on this specific case, which you can probably intuit at least part of if I oversimplify several years of reasoning as "gender is a lie! I have no Inner Womanhood, trans people are liars! Why are these 'cis' people agreeing with them? I don't... OH." XD)

It’s easier to say things like “gender is a lie!” and get someone’s attention quickly than giving the whole spiel about how gender is a performance, a set of expectations, gender is just plain weird, etc. It’s a bit like saying “I hate children”, it gets my parents to stop bothering me about kids, when what I really mean is “I like children but I do not want them or particularly enjoy interacting with them, please leave me alone and stop bothering me about having kids.”

Life Signs by tarysande

Warnings: Do not read alone at night, trust me. Also language.

Words: 47,492

Ships: Garrus x Femshep

Summary: Shep and co. investigate a downed ship and bad things happen.

Ok. So first up, obviously, it’s TARYSANDE. So you should already be clicking on that link, friends. Tarysande is a pretty freaking good writer, and if you haven’t read any of her many Mass Effect stories, treat yo self!

This story though. It is perf. When I started it, I liked Garrus and Shep’s banter, I liked the mystery, and good lord in heaven I LOVED the very real sense of jeopardy when something went badly wrong. Basically this:

And then everything gets worse and worse and darker and creepier - like seriously creepy. You will not want to sleep, and you won’t stop reading, my friends. It will have hooked its claws into by then. You can only pray, as I did, that something miraculous might happen.


Made the gems actual gems, didn’t know if they were suppose to be half or double sided with the ring so I mixed them up based on how I think they should look. I like how this piece came out in spite of that though. I do have all the models double sided with the rings just modified them to make this. Hope you all like it. 


Young Rick and his young wife 

Finally I’m done with these fucking pics! ughhh!

 (its a continuation of this:

This is MY version of what I think the mysterious Mrs. Sanchez looks like, I didnt wan to give her a name or back story cuz we know NOTHING about this character so I wuld like to leave that up to the creators of the show

I do think though that she probably wasn’t a happy-go-lucky woman, and falls for Rick cuz he wuz so different but ends up resenting him and his reckless behavior in the end, Idk i mean y the hell else would he leave her lol

That doesnt mean i want to stop drawing her but Im not going to as much, cuz I like the mystery of her and I like that Rick is an old playa now lol

I just thought since I was drawing young Rick I should draw his wife as well

I mixed her look with Beth of course, Annie and Jessica

An ironic track title because I never finished this track. It features Donglekumqwat on vocals as well as yours truly.

Not really looking for critique on this track. The mix is all over the place.

Figured I’d show you all since I’m probably not gonna finish it though. This track is probably a year and a half or two years old now.

You’ll never find what you never look out for 
So you best believe
Yea if you work hard and put the effort
It won’t be hard to conceive 
Yea all the things that you’ve wanted in life
Are never too out of reach


I guess you never really should rely on motivation
Cause every time it comes around 
It winds up leaving your ass again 
I guess you shouldn’t rely on motivation
Cause every time it comes around It winds up leaving your ass again


Yea here we are gonna get something done
Or make our best attempt
Spend a miniscule time on something different
Or something pointless  
You always say that you’re working till you stop
It’s a travesty 
Convince yourself in your mind that you’re proven
Oh won’t you  stop it please


I guess you never really should rely on motivation
Cause every time it comes around 
It winds up leaving your ass again 
I guess you shouldn’t rely on motivation
Cause every time it comes around It winds up leaving your ass again
Stand by for your discipline
Cause every time it comes around it winds up leaving your ass again
I guess you shouldn’t rely on motivation
Cause every time it comes around it winds up leaving your ass again

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Code Gay | A Dinesh x Gilfoyle Playlist

Wanted to do a mix for D&G for awhile, then somethingscarlet13 mentioned it, and I decided I should give it a whirl! I was having a tough time with them though, and I’m still not sure how I feel about it, but figured I’d put it out there.

Basically, Dinesh and Gilfoyle only bicker cause they care, but they’re not ready to admit that, so instead they start casually hooking up. Their feelings catch up to them eventually.  

Combat Baby//Metric

  No one here wants to fight me like you do

Bittersweet//Panic! At The Disco

   I’m not pulling for you, you’re just pulling at me

This Is Why We Fight//The Decemberists 

    So come to me/Come to me now/Lay your arms around me/And this is why/This is why/We fight

I Stand Corrected//Vampire Weekend

   Forget the protocol/I’ll take your hand/Right in mine

Light My Fire//The Doors

  The time to hesitate is through

Undressing The Words//The Maine

  It isn’t real if it’s just one night

Cross Your Fingers//The Summer Set

  You got me where you want me/You’re running circles in my head

Who’d Have Known//Lily Allen

  I didn’t know where this was going/When you kissed me

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