something about us shirt

I took this today before I realized I still had my work name tag on but now y'all get to peep the sick lizard sticker I put on it 😎👌🏻

A Wild Night in Vegas -- Part 12

Two chapters in two weeks! @outlandishchridhe and I are rather proud of ourselves, honestly. And, because this chapter is INCREDIBLY long (13 pages on our Google doc [a new record!]) I’m putting it after a break. If it won’t load for you, you can read the full chapter over on my AO3 account HERE

I have to dedicate this chapter to my wonderful mum @thatwetwomaybeoneagain who kindly requested we put in a bit of canon dialogue. So we did, and I hope you enjoy it mum!

Fraser Bairn Watch: Month 6

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Your Heart on Your Sleeve

2x18 (Born This Way) reaction fic; Klaine; 2170 words; A03.
Kurt asks Blaine what he would put on his shirt…

“And even after our spectacular Barbra Streisand number at the mall, Rachel is still thinking about getting a nose job. I’m really disappointed in her.” Kurt was changing his clothes while Blaine sat on the edge of Kurt’s bed, Blaine’s hand obediently covering his eyes.

“Really? It doesn’t seem so awful to me.” Blaine said.

Kurt pulled his t-shirt on. “Are you serious?”

“Um, yeah? If it makes her feel better about herself, maybe it would be a good thing for her. It doesn’t seem very different than dieting or working out to change the way your body looks.”

Kurt considered this. He himself had been known to watch his weight - skinny jeans were not very forgiving, and he liked the way he looked when his tightest ones fit just right. “But she should love herself the way she is.”

“I think that’s easier said than done. And in the end, it’s her choice, right?” Blaine squirmed on the bed, switching the hand he held over his eyes. “Can I open my eyes yet?”

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anonymous asked:

since raphael always says something "embarassing"/funny about you tell us something about him

Sometimes he wears sweatpants and a t-shirt while he’s working and it makes him look like a ‘bring your kid to work day’ thing happened and the parent has gone to the bathroom or something. It’s adorable

anonymous asked:

Wait! wait! wait! I'm new to this blog and have been looking through some of your older posts and you said something about Ethan noticing the Tythan shirts shenanigans? Can you give us some details?? pls?

it was during mark’s livestream! they were talking about something and i have no idea what it was and then ethan was like “aLSO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ME AND TYLER DO NOT SHARE SHIRTS WE JUST SO HAPPEN TO OWN THE EXACT SAME” like ok buddy. then he was like “I SEE YOU, TUMBLR!!!!!!!” and i kinda sat here w that white kid smile feeling guilty but happy bc the boy basically exposed me and some friends whoopdiedoo

anonymous asked:

SHIRT IDEAS! Ok so someone said something about using the NYPD font which is cool with me. I think maybe it should say Shawn Protection Unit in smaller letters under that. Then depending on how big the letters are, the cactus would go either on the front or back. I'm thinking sunglasses with crossed arms? Like I said, I couldn't really find any good pictures online. Then I think we need a quote or something on the back. Maybe along the lines of "cute but deadly" but Shawn related somehow?-S

I love that IDEA SO MUCH

“From cute to kinda deadly”

a storm

The door opens and crashes closed perfectly in sync with rolling thunder.
Snow is standing there like a wet dog, dripping all over our room, one arm holding the other, his shirt clinging to his stomach so I can see every line of shivering muscle, the trail of hair going down down..
And then he’s shaking himself like an animal and there’s water all over my bed and I snap out of my daydream which is good it’d have probably ended with me having to rush to the bathroom.
He’s still said nothing, the only sound in the room is the scattering of hard rain against the window and the occasional thunder. Eventually I can’t stand it anymore “Please explain why you look like a soaked mongrel and dry, you’re flooding the room Chosen one.” I’m trying my best to sneer at him whilst in my head I’m still freaking out about the clinging clinging shirt and the muscle and..
“ I was out in the woods?” He says it like it’s a question, like he’s expecting me to tell him the answer.
“I thought you were there.”
“Trying to follow me again Snow, are we ? Please get a towel or do you want me to dry you off.”
My heart skips a beat when I realize what I just said , did I really offer to dry off Simon Snow? I must be going crazy
But then he gets a towel from our bathroom and gives it to me and why is he doing that maybe I’m not the only one who’s lost his mind. He sits down on my bed (Snow!On!My!Bed!) and I take the towel off him.
“I could strangle you with this, you know?”
“You wouldn’t..”
“Of course I would, what do you want?”
“I’m really cold and my arm hurts like hell, I tripped over something , please Baz” he sound exasperated, like the only thing he needs right now is to be dried off. By me. Crowley.
Carefully I take the towel and start rubbing it over his head, slowly, concentrating on every move .
And then he suddenly jerks away and I’m left slightly breathless and with empty hands, yearning for touch.
And my breathing has become erratic because Simon, The Chosen One is sitting in front of me without a shirt on mumbling something about it being easier without a shirt on.
“What’s easier Snow, use your words.”
“ To dry me, my tshirt was wet as well.”
As if I hadn’t noticed. He bows his head again and I resume drying off the tousled mess of locks ( why are his ears so red? ) when he looks up at me and all I can see are freckles over freckles, big blue (ordinary) eyes staring and there are raindrops in his lashes and he looks so alive, so breathtakingly beautiful .. and I’m thinking about kissing him..
And then he kisses me
His soft lips are on mine, his damp face against my pale one and this has to be a dream it has to this hurts too good and my hands are in his hair finally finally finally
He’s pining me down with one arm, his exposed stomach just above me and when I reach out a hand to feel he makes a noise I would give everything for to hear again.
So I give everything
My hands are reaching and touching and his lips are everywhere, my cheeks, my neck, my collarbones, a moan escaping my lips, my eyes flying open as I feel his hand reaching under my shirt “Is that, I mean.. are you okay with this Baz?” I kiss him again, a open mouthed hot breath mingling, teeth clashing, heart wrenching seeing stars kiss, his hands roaming freely now, my arms are around his back and I’m gripping, pulling him closer, and the skin on skin contact is too much when he looks me in the eye, pupils blown red cherry cheeks, hair tumbling over
“You know why I wanted you to dry me off” he’s trailing his fingers on my side
“Why” I’m breathless
“I wanted to know how you react.. And I wasn’t hoping for this, but it’s better than anything else”

twelvestakes  asked:

As a 40 year old man who is also trying to lose weight to feel better about himself, I must ask - how did you lose 30 lbs?

I started by tracking my food choices with an app (there are many; pick one you like). That let me figure out how much I was taking in vs. using, and also the ratios of fats, proteins, and carbohydrates. I consulted with my son, who is a trainer and nutritionist, and he helped me develop a realistic exercise schedule.

Then I got a fit bit, because it was fun to play “how far can I walk today” against myself or my friends, and I started thinking about stuff I wanted that wasn’t necessarily good for me (beer) in terms of “I need to walk X steps to earn that.”

In the beginning, I was losing about a pound a day. I think I lose 8 pounds in my first week, just by changing my lifestyle and cutting out things like excessive booze, cheese, and junk like that. I already don’t drink soda, but I hear from people who do that cutting out soda or sugary coffee drinks can knock off pounds at a time.

It wasn’t easy, and it challenged my dedication and commitment many times … but there was something pretty awesome about fitting into shirts I used to wear, and having to buy new jeans because my old ones were too big all of a sudden.

The last five or so pounds has been really hard to get off, and it requires dedicated training, higher cardio workouts, and an understanding of how the Cheat Day works to make my metabolism get going. There’s lots of information about that online, but watch out for scams.

So I recommend that you start tracking your meals, and follow your calorie intake, as well as the types of calories you’re consuming. Find a way to walk or ride a bike or jog every day, if you can. Take the stairs. Park far away from the doors at the mall or the store or whatever, and be kind with yourself when you hit the inevitable times where nothing you do seems to work, and you get stalled out at a particular weight.

Most importantly: do it for you, because of your own reasons, and know that you can do it, when you commit to it.

I had to do this. Sorry. (Not really, though) Hope this is okay with you connectingsmalldots!

F**cking Peggy Carter

Peggy tried to focus on the spreadsheet on the screen in front of her, but she wasn’t having much success. It was late afternoon, and rather than go into her office that morning, she’d chosen to work from home for the day. She supposed sitting on the couch in tank tops and baggy sweats was one of the few perks of overseeing a covert branch of anti-terrorist U.S. organization that required her to be on call 24/7.

Dragging her eyes back to the screen, she forced herself to retain the information before her. She’d been doing this since Angie left for her shift at the café earlier that morning, and honestly, she was pretty much over the movement of Eastern European warheads. It might not be the most mature attitude, but it was the truth.

When the front door slammed shut, and she heard Angie’s excited, “Pegs? You home?!” she closed the lid to her laptop, grateful for an excuse to be done with everything. At least for a while.

“In the study,” she called back, stretching her arms above her head and breathing in.

Angie bounded into the room, a package tucked under her arm, and Peggy barely had time to register her appearance before the younger woman launched herself at the couch and into Peggy’s open arms. She felt Angie’s lips crash against hers and then she was being thoroughly kissed even as Angie wrapped her gorgeous legs around Peggy’s waist.

A few moments later, Angie pulled back, eyes beaming. “Hiya, Pegs!”

Peggy chuckled and leaned forward to tuck a lock of stray hair behind Angie’s ear as she tried to steady her breathing.

“Well, hello to you, darling,” she smiled. “What brought that on?”

“What? A girl can’t miss her favorite Director?” she teased, stealing another kiss as she slid her arms around Peggy’s neck.

“Angie, you know I’ve asked you not to call me that,” Peggy groaned, but Angie merely grinned.

“And yet, that’s what you are. So, the name stays.” She pressed her hips forward to bump against Peggy’s, earning a soft moan for her efforts.

Peggy’s hands quickly found their way to Angie’s hips, and she pulled her girlfriend closer. “What’s gotten into you, today?” she chuckled.

“Nothing… yet,” Angie smirked and lifted a flirtatious eyebrow.

Peggy laughed and shifted her hips, because honestly, two could play at this game. Angie didn’t disappoint, a faint moan escaping her lips as her eyes briefly fluttered closed. When they opened again, Angie’s tongue peeked out from between her teeth and she shook her head.

“You’re such a tease, Peggy Carter.”

“I’m the tease?” Peggy asked incredulously. “I believe you’re the one who came bounding into the room and accosted me.” She looked at Angie thoughtfully. “At least, I don’t recall ordering a bouncing girlfriend.”

“Oh! That reminds me,” Angie exclaimed reaching down to pick up the package that had fallen to the floor. “My order came in!”

“What order?”

“My order!” Angie repeated. “Remember?”

Confusion danced in Peggy’s eyes. “I’m sorry, darling. I’m afraid I don’t know what you talking about.”

“Peggy,” Angie sighed in exasperation. “The shirts.”

“Still not following.”

“I ordered us shirts. I told you over dinner a few weeks ago.”

Peggy’s eyes lit up in comprehension. “Ah yes! I do recall you mentioning something about ordering us shirts. But I don’t think you ever told me anything else about them.”

Angie grinned and began tearing open the package. “That’s because it’s a surprise!”

“So surprise me,” Peggy teased and leaned back, eyes watching Angie expectantly as she finished pulling the white envelope apart. The younger woman reached in and pulled out two white T-shirts, each neatly folded and wrapped in clear packaging.

Angie glanced at both before smiling and handing one to Peggy.

“Am I going to like this?” she asked warily, recalling some of the questionable clothing choices Angie had purchased for her in the past.

Angie giggled. “I dunno if you will, but I know I will!”

With a sigh, Peggy removed the plastic and unfolded the shirt until it hung between her hands. She winced as she read the black text emblazoned across the front.

“Angie,” she groaned. “Why would you ever think this was a good idea?

“It’s not a good idea,” Angie enthused, taking the shirt from Peggy and holding it up against her own chest. “It’s a great idea!”

Peggy stared at her and then read the shirt again, this time aloud.

“I’m Peggy fucking Carter.”

Angie giggled again. “Yes, you definitely are.”

“You realize I can never wear that in public,” Peggy informed her.

“Well, duh,” Angie nodded, “But you can wear it around the house.”

“Seems a bit wasteful, if you ask me,” Peggy frowned.

Angie wrinkled her nose and placed the shirt back against Peggy. “Quit being such a spoilsport, English,” she admonished. “Besides, you haven’t seen mine yet!”

“Oh, dear Lord,” Peggy muttered. “There’s more?”

Angie shot her a playful scowl before pulling her shirt out of the package. Setting it aside, she reached down and grasped the bottom of the shirt she currently wore and tugged it over her head, before tossing it carelessly on the floor.

Peggy’s annoyance quickly vanished at the sight of her girlfriend straddling her wearing nothing but a lacy, turquoise bra. Her hands immediately moved to Angie’s bare hips and began stroking the skin there.

“I must say I like this look,” she murmured. Her hands slipped upwards to palm the soft weight hidden behind the lace material.

“Not fair,” Angie sighed, her own hands coming to rest on Peggy’s arms.

Peggy grinned wickedly. “Who ever said I fought fair?” Her hands moved to the back of Angie’s bra and quickly made short work of the clasp there. When the thin fabric fell away, Peggy’s hands resumed their eager caress, and the shirt in Angie’s hands slipped to the floor forgotten.

“Well, that was nice,” Angie murmured into the smooth skin of her girlfriend’s neck.

“Yes, it was, wasn’t it,” Peggy agreed, fingers casually trailing through the younger woman’s brown curls.

Angie stretched and felt Peggy’s hand shift from her hip until it comfortably palmed her bare backside. “I gotta admit, this wasn’t what I envisioned when I came home today.”

“Is that bad thing?”

“Mmmm,” Angie shook her head. “Not at all. This was a very good thing.”

Peggy smiled and shifted. “Delighted to hear it.” She glanced around the study, taking in the shadows that had slowly found their way in while she and Angie had been occupied with other pursuits. She realized they should probably eat soon, and, as much as she hated to admit it, she should probably take another look at the spreadsheet that’d given so many problems earlier. She was just about to gently nudge Angie away when her eyes landed on the white shirt, still somewhat folded, sitting on the floor beside the couch.

“You know, darling,” she began, leaning up to deposit a kiss on Angie’s nose, “You never did show me your shirt.”

Peggy felt Angie shake against her naked body and realized her girlfriend was laughing.

“What’s so funny?”

Angie just shook her head and pushed herself up until she was straddling Peggy once more.

“No, seriously. What?”

“You’ll see,” Angie promised, reaching down for the shirt. “I mean, I knew it was appropriate when I ordered it, but I didn’t think it would appropriate so soon,” she giggled. She poked her head through the larger opening and then pulled it down until the snug shirt hugged her curves. An impish grin lit up her face, and she bit her lower lip when Peggy’s eyes widened as she read the block lettering emblazoned across Angie’s breasts.

I’m fucking Peggy Carter

Peggy felt a hot blush flood her cheeks, and her eyes slid shut in both embarrassment and amusement. Angie’s delighted giggles enveloped her and then she was being kissed, small, warm hands running along her bare skin until they settled between her legs again, finding Peggy already wet and wanting.

When Angie’s lips left hers to trail heated kisses along her neck, Peggy opened her eyes and smiled between breathless gasps.

“Apropos, indeed.“

anonymous asked:

isn't there something about that grey t shirt carl used to wear like all the time after libs split up properly??

i might have read something about it but i don’t remember any info if i’m honest? i know there’s stuff surrounding that silver ring pete and carl used to wear and also the flag(s) carl always has around his wrists but idk what to say about the grey t-shirt sorry :(