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okay but i need a cover of this please 😱😍

Did you miss me?

(honestly I’ve been wanting to do this since I watched this scene on 4x20)

Notes: This is my first imagine/smut so I’m sorry if is crappy. Also, english is not my first language, so I apologize for any grammatical mistake.

Warnings: Smut

Summary: You and Ivar are now in opposite sides, but you two have a past that he is willing to remember.


You breathed heavily as you walked into the throne room. After a long day of work on the fortifications and a night shift in the surveillance towers, you felt your body aching everywhere and all you wanted was to go to bed. And, since you were a Lagertha’s reliable shieldmaiden, she insisted that you sleep in a room next to hers in case of attack.

You interrupted your walk when you saw Ivar sitting on the king’s throne. He was looking at the burning fire, the flames reflecting in his eyes and casting shadows over his face. Your body straightened in a second when you saw the knife he was twisting in his hand.

“What are you doing here?"You asked.

His blue eyes moved to yours, and you felt like he has just transferred the fire from the wood to your insides. You instantly remembered of when he used to look at you that way, when you both weren’t in opposite sides and he would crawl to your bed at night and light that fire over and over.

"What do you think?” His voice was low, pure evil.

“I think that you shouldn’t be here. If Lagertha sees you, she will have a reason to kill you."He laughed softly at your words.

"Why does everyone think I’m not capable of killing her?"He brought the knife in his hand to his head and pretended to scratch it.

"Is because you are not.” You said, too sleepy and too tired for his games.“Go to sleep, Ivar.”

You started to walk towards your room, but his words stopped you.“Actually, I’m not here for Lagertha."He tilted his head and his gaze fell upon you once again."I’m here for you.”

Your breath got stuck in your throat as he pointed the knife at your direction. You knew exacly what he meant and it made your core burn.

“Come here."He called softly. You knew that you shouldn’t, but you felt like you were compelled to walk in his direction and your feet began to carry you closer to him.

As you climbed the steps, you remebered where you were, that Lagertha was near and, if she saw you two, she would think you were betraying her. But none of this mattered. Not when Ivar’s eyes were locked into yours, making every inch of you burn and beg to be touched as you walked to him like you were hypnotized.

You finally reached him, standing right in front of his body, looking at him from above. Ivar raised his hands to the back of your knees, pulling them till you were sitting on his lap, each leg at one side, the feeling of his warm body under yours making you bite your lower lip. His hands climbed up your tighs, dragging your dress along with them. He pressed light kisses to your collarbone, rising them to your neck. When his hands finally reached your buttocks he squeezed them and sucked your neck at the same time, making you whimper.

"Hush. You don’t want us to be caught, do you?"He whispered in your ear, his hot breath making you want to tilt your head.

His hands kept going up painfully slowly, caressing the small of your back to your stomach, till they reached your chest, where he used his thumbs to make small circles on your nipples through the fabric. You let out a hiss, your hip automatically imitated the movements of this fingers.

Ivar’s eyes never left yours, aiming to you like a predator about to eat its prey. He gave you a mischievous smile and then ripped your dress, exposing your front to him. He cupped one of your breasts, massaging it, while he attacked the other with his mouth, sucking and biting. Your hip started to work more frantically when you felt his tongue circling your nipple.

Feeling done with his teasing, you cupped his face and lowered your head till your mouths crashed together in a needy kiss. You let out sigh when you felt his tongue against yours, not knowing that you had missed him this much. You felt his taste start to spread in your mouth as your tongues fought for control. All you wanted was to be able to moan in his mouth while you felt yourself getting wetter every second.

Your hands traveled down his chest, undoing the laces of his tunic and getting it out of your way so you could feel his warm skin. Once the fabric was properly tossed aside, you touched and scratched every inch of his muscular torso. You made sure to be looking at his face when you dragged your hands up and pinched his nipple. 

His expression almost made you find your end. His eyes rolled before they shut and his mouth fell open, releasing a delicious moan.

"Hush. You don’t want us to be caught, do you?"You repeated his words, feeling proud of yourself for taking a soud from him, who’s always so silent.

Ivar looked at you, his eyes dark with lust when he curled his lips in a evil smile. You felt his hot hands travel up your tighs, one of them going to your buttock and, the other, towards the wet spot between your legs. At first, you felt his thumb rubbing its way to your clit and start to make small and slow circles on it, then, the tip of his middle finger in your entrance. It was so wet it could easily slip inside but, instead, Ivar moved the finger slowly, inch by inch, torturing you. 

You tried to move your hip but he grabbed your waist so hard it would probably leave a mark. You cried his name in his ear till he finally filled you with all of it. You had to bite his shoulder so you wouldn’t moan loudly when he placed another finger inside you, working both in your entrance and your clit as you rocked your hip involuntarily, you laid your head on the crook of his neck and left your hand trail down his chest to the lace of his pants. You undid it, gaining some space to free his cock. It was still partially soft, so you started to strike it, slow, like he did to you, playing with the liquid that began to accumulate at the tip with your thumb. It made Ivar breath heavily and his fingers work harder, causing you to arch on his lap.

His fingers inside you, his other hand on your breast and his mouth on your neck started to feel like it was too much. You had to let go of his cock to hold on his shoulders when you felt the knot in your belly get tighter and tighter.
You rocked you hip against his fingers to gain more friction, letting sighs and small moans float from your mouth to his ears.

"Ivar."You moaned shakily. He lifted his head and pressed his forehead into yours, looking deeply in your eyes. 

Then you felt the heat exploding inside of you. Your fingertips sunk into his skin, your mouth fell open as you tried to make no sound but a cry slipped through your lips and Ivar kissed you to shut it. You two stayed in this position, forehead to forehead, you trying to catch your breath while he observed you. Then you looked down and realised he was getting soft again, so you gave one last kiss in his mouth and jumped out of his lap. 

You pushed his legs apart and kneeled between them, knowing he wouldn’t want you to take his pants off, you caressed his inner tighs through the fabric. Ivar kept all his attention on you, his lips parting as you got closer to where he wanted you. 

You held his shaft, feeling it’s warmth and soft skin in your hand. You gave it a tiny squeeze and watched Ivar throw his head back, resting it on the back of the throne. You dragged your hand up and started to make small circles on the head with your thumb, bringing the liquid back, and then down again to spread it.

Ivar growled your name in a warning tone, his chest going up and down. You gave in to the urge to touch his torso, feeling his hard muscles moving under your hand as he breathed heavily, then, you brought your tongue to his tip, repeating the movements you were doing with your thumb. Ivar raised his hip, but dropped it back again with a frustrated sigh when you moved your head away. 

You went back to work, sucking his head this time. He let out a moan and you scratched his tigh to shut him up, but it only appeared to turn him on, for he moaned again and leaded his hand to the back of your head, sinking his fingers in your hair.

Gods, this man really likes some violence.

You put him further in your mouth, your head going up and down, licking, sucking and making it wet while he writhed in the seat. 

He was no longer soft, but rock hard. "Get up here, woman. I am ready for you."His voice was hoarse.

You obeyed, stood up and turned your back to him, then lowered your torso to lift your dress, giving him the full sight of your ass and grinned when you heard the growl that left his mouth. You waited for Ivar to align himself under you and, when you felt his head touching your entrance, you started to slid down, swallowing him slowly till you were sitting on his lap again, all of him inside you.
You stopped for a moment, letting yourself get used to the feeling of him filling you. It felt like ages since the last time you felt this sensation. Soon, you felt his hands tighten your hip, demanding you to move, and so you did.

You went up and down on his lap, your hip making rotational movements. You could feel Ivar’s hot and irregular breath on the back of your neck, and his chest pressed on your back. You rested your head on his shoulder, giving him plenty space to suck your neck and releasing small moans as he did.

Ivar then pushed your back, making you lean your torso forward as your held on both his knees. The new angle made it feel like he has reached deeper inside you, and you had to bite your lip so you wouldn’t moan loudly. Your movements became more frantic when you started to feel the knot  forming inside you for the second time this night but, just when you were about to get your release, Ivar pulled you.

Your back collided with his chest, and his hands gripped both sides of your waist so strongly that you had no choice but to keep up the slow pace he was setting, feeling your end get distant. You whimpered, trying to return to the previous position, but then you felt one of his hands snaking up your stomach, passing through the valley between you breasts and grabbing your neck.

At first, his hold weren’t strong enough to cut your breath, you felt when his mouth came closer to your ear."Did you miss me?"He asked without interrupting the slow rhythm of both your hips, letting out a pleased sigh when you nodded.

Then you felt his hand close around your throat and you couldn’t breath anymore.

"So why did you choose her over me?"His voice was rough now, full of rage and hate. You held his wrist, trying to make him loosen his grip.

"Ivar."You called weakly, not knowing if it was a request to stop or to continue.
His grip became weaker and you felt the air get back to your lungs for a short time before he started to tighten again. The pace was still low, but your hips were colliding harder, making him hit a spot inside of you that, combined with his hold on your throat, made you see little black dots.

You could hear him making animalistic groans behind you and he finally gave you permission to go back to the frantic rhythm, creating sounds of skin against skin every time he was fully inside you.

Finally, you felt the knot undoing, the heat spreaded all over your body and you throw your head back, lying it on Ivar’s shoulder and biting your lip to not scream, so hard you felt the metallic taste of your own blood.

Your walls clenching Ivar’s cock made him find his end as well. A growl left his mouth while he squeezed your waist tightly, pinning you down against him as his hot seed spilled inside you.

You kept on his lap, lying against him while you both tried to catch your breath. Ivar hold your chin and turned your face to his, then he licked the blood on your mouth and sucked your lower lip.

From this close you could see every trace of his beautiful face and watch as his pupils returned to normal."I didn’t choose her over you."You said softly, then you got up and adjusted your dress. "But don’t ask me to betray her."And you left to your room.

anonymous asked:

You know what I hate the most? That Harry is allowed to release a mediocre album with subpar lyrics because it's his first album and it's ok, he can do better next time but Zayn wasn't allowed that. I remember very well (and I'm sure you do also) the reviews were so harsh about him. Nobody said "he souds promising", "a great effort for a debut album" everyone expected the album of the year. H's album though is full of songs you could hear from any band but no "it's Harry Styles", he's a rockstar

I understand. I haven’t heard Harry’s album but I’ve seen lyrics floating around and they’re nothing special. I’ve seen people say it sounds generic and lacking in purpose, I think it was thelanguiddreamer who said it was like it was assembled and focus grouped lmao. I’ve seen others say it’s like a greatest hit collection of rock songs with no actual personality from Harry. Regardless of your personal opinion on it, it’s very telling that so many people immediately dismissed zayns album on the premise that he was ‘trying too hard to be ~grown up~ and somehow prove something. Instead of taking his album at face value and discussing it for what it is, critics fell into the trite trap of judging it only in relation to zayns post boy band identity, and so they looked at it through a very shallow lens which is depressing considering mind of mine was one of the best debuts of 2016 and a genuinely interesting, personal and unique album. Not perfect but definitely what Zayn wanted which was something authentic. Now this is what I mean when I say Zayn carved out a path for the 1D guys to release stuff. He was the first one to 'take the plunge’ into more mature sounds and he was basically the one who got shit for it. The others won’t have these challenges.

Also, while a lot of critics and stans dismissed zayns album for its references to sex and love as being just another generic pop/rnb album a la the weeknd 2.0 despite the multitude of other themes and influences on the album, they are willing to say that harry has points for trying, that it’s a good start. Zayn never had that. If pillow talk wasn’t the huge smash it was then imo he wouldn’t have easily recovered from that despite the fact that it’s relatively uncommon for solo ex boy band members to release a debut single that huge. What Im basically trying to say here is that it’s annoying to see how zayns album was dismissed and disparaged by multiple people and critics who weren’t willing to look past their own preconceptions whereas thus album is actually engaged with meaningfully and seen as profound and a risk despite the fact by all accounts it’s just.. Not lmao

anonymous asked:

AU where Dean is a dishwasher in a restaurant and Cas lives in an apartment above it. The soud of Dean singing as he washes up travels through the air vent out of the kitchen meaning Cas can hear and falls in love with his voice. Cas goes to the restaurant every night for dinner just hoping for a glimpse of him <3

oh my goooood

moonchildcorbin  asked:

Hi I can you do 24. "It's six o'clock in the morning you're not having vodka" 42. "Stop being cute" With Baron Corbin please?

Baron had been home for 2 days and early next morning he was due to fly back out, that night you were lay in bed curled into Baron’s side, tracing his tattoo’s. It was something you knew relaxed him and it helped distract you both from the fact he’d be leaving in a few hours.
“Come with me.” He muttered as he brought his hand up to gently run up and down your arm. Sitting up slightly you look over at his face to check if he was being serious.

“What?” chuckling in disbelief you sit up fully now causing Baron to do the same.

“Come with me on the tour.”

“Like now or in the future?”

“Yes now.” He grinned at you, taking your hand in his. “We both don’t want me to leave, I cant sleep without you next to me and we both know you hate your job.”

Sighing you looked down at your entertwined hands. “I can’t just up and leave work, yes I may hate it but that’s still no excuse. Besides we haven’t planned anything, I don’t have a ticket and what if WWE won’t let me stay with you?”

“Why wouldn’t they let you stay with me? If they didn’t I’d get us our own hotel. As for the ticket you let me worry about that. I know you’ve wanted to travel and see different places so why not? I need you with me babe, please.” Pulling your hands to his mouth he kissed each knuckle gently. “So what do you say?” He smiles hopefully at you.

“Stop being cute” You smile at him releasing his hands and swinging your legs off the side of the bed. “But my answer is yes. I’ll come with you.” Getting up off the bed you see Baron grinning at you, he quickly crawls over the bed to you and wraps you in his stong arms, pulling you back down onto the bed him covering your face and neck in kisses.

“Yes! I love you soo much honey.”

“I love you too.” You mumble wrapping an arm round his neck to pull him down for a loving kiss. He pulls away after a few seconds causing you to pout.

“You have to pack babe, we’ve got a flight to catch.”

******

Arriving at the airport you were more than a little nervous, you hated flying and tried to avoid it when you could. Of course you’d flown out to see Baron before but you’d had a drink or 2 then to calm your nerves, now it was around 5:30 in the morning and you couldn’t exactly drink then. Sitting with Baron you waited for you flight, your leg bouncing with nerves. Baron glanced across to you noticing your nervous habit, he gently places his hand on your knee rubbing soothing circles with his thumb. Leaning over he puts his chin on your shoulder and kisses your cheek.

“Are you gonna tell me what’s got you so nervous our are you just gonna keep bouncing your leg? Which we both know is gonna piss me off eventually.” He chuckles in your ear hoping to get the same reaction from you, when he doesn’t get a response from you he sits up more concerned. Gently cupping your face he forces you to look at him.

“Okay seriously, what’s going on?” placing a kiss to his palm you place your much smaller hand over his larger one.

“I just….I’m terrified of flying okay?” looking up into his deep brown eyes you start to relax a little.

“But you’ve flown to see me before?”

“Yeah but I’ve had like half a bottle of vodka before then.” You blushed and looked away ashamed. You had to admit it souded like you had some kind of problem, which in a way you did. You had a fear of flying and that was the only way you’d step on a plane to see Baron.

“So that’s why you always insist I fly out huh?” Baron mused out loud to himself but you nodded anyways not wanting to meet his gaze. “Well it’s six o'clock in the morning you’re not having vodka" Leaning down he places a soft, reassuring kiss your lips. “Well it’s a good thing I’ll be sat with you whole way and you can cling on to me for the entire flight.” You glance up at him seeing he’s giving you the goofiest smile you’d ever seen, nuzzling into his chest you  feel him pull you into his lap. “I promise I will not let anything happpen to you.” He mumbled into your hair placing a couple of kisses there. Your moment was inturupted by your flight being called, Baron stood up gently sliding you off his lap. Gripping his hand in yours you’re sure he was going to have little nail marks but he didn’t seem to complain, pullling you into his side he led you to the plane.

Finally you made it to your seat and you’d already chewed through one hand of nails and were about to start on the other hand when Baron grabbed it.

“Hey. You’re going to be fine.”

Gripping the seats you glared at Baron. “I’m going to die. I’m not going to be fine.” Suddenly the plane started to move and you gripped the seat even tighter squeezing your eyes shut. That’s when you feel Baron’s lips on yours, his tounge slowly finding yours. You were to lost in the feeling of the kiss to notice that the plane was now up and in the air and people were starting to walk around, giving you funny looks. Eventually Baron broke the kiss slightly breathles and you gave him a lopsided smile, gently scratching his beard.

“I told you you’d be fine.” Baron cockily grinned pulling away from you fully, making you whine slightly at the loss of contact.

“Shut up.” Pouting you looked out the window, you had to admit the view was beautiful and once you were in the air it wasn’t so bad.

“So. Guessing no more vodka on flights?”

“Hmmm I don’t know babe. You aren’t that good.” You wink at him deciding to get up and stretch your legs. He playfully slapped your ass as you walked by shaking his head. God was he gald you agreed to tour with him.


Prompts from this list.

Masterlist

Au where Remus and Sirius raised Harry and then Harry introduces Draco as his boyfriend. What I like about that is that on one side, we have Remus “give the five signs that identify the werewolf” Lupin and Harry “there’s no need to call me sir” Potter, and on the other side we have Sirius “only one will die tonight” Black and Draco “you and your bloody chicken” Malfoy. I can totally imagine the Black’s drama queen squad against Harry and Remus’s sarcastic squad and it’s hilarious.


Draco: My father will hear about this, Potter.
Harry: I’m sure your father will be fascinated to hear your queer problems with your queer boyfriend, Malfoy.
Sirius: I will. What’s happening this time?
Remus: You don’t need any more queer problems in your life, Padfoot, stay out of the boys’ business.
Harry: There isn’t any queer problem!
Draco: That’s what you think, Potter.
Harry: You’re my queer problem, Malfoy.
Remus [under his breath]: Fair enough.
Draco: Potter can you please ask Mr. Werewolf and his chihuahua to stay out of this?
Sirius: I’m trying to help, are you going to tell me what happened?
Remus: Padfoot, stay out of-
Harry: Listen, I’m sorry! How I was supposed to know that that was your shampoo?
Sirius [souding like it’s an actual serious problem]: You used his shampoo?
Remus: Padfoot, can you please shut the f-
Harry: I used it last time Remus asked me to bath Padfoot- I’M SORRY!
Remus: Oh…well, that explains your soft hair.
Sirius: What do you mean? It’s always soft.
Remus [backing to his Daily Prophet]: Well, it’s satisfactory for a chihuahua.
Sirius: I can’t believe you’re saying that.
Draco: Don’t listen to him, your hair is much more than satisfactory.
Remus: Great, you bath Padfoot next time so you can wash and glorify each other’s hair.
Harry: And I’ll make sure your father will hear about that, Draco.

my personal experience with the signs described by 5SOS lyrics
  • aries: let's forget who we are and dive in to the dark
  • taurus: nothing like the rain when you're in outer space
  • gemini: two wrongs make it right
  • cancer: you're the thing that i can't quit
  • leo: salt on your skin is pulling me in
  • virgo: even mountains crumble into the sea
  • libra: fell fast, ended faster
  • scorpio: you've got a shot though
  • sagittarius: everybody's got their demons
  • capricorn: i'm still running back to you
  • aquarius: the truth is spelt out in your eyes
  • pisces: maybe there's nothing after midnight that could make you stay
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my boys

Some Undertale Shipping Headcannons

By @the-anonymoose- and yours truly. ;D

We were spewing these out on Skype all day.

SANSBY

• Over protective Grillby tho. No one touches the smol skele.
• Sans telling cheesy pick-up lines is a given.
• Sans melting into a puddle of blue blushies whenever Grillby touches him in the slightest.
• Grillby getting flustered when Sans does anything affectionate in public and Sans just l o v e s i t.
• Sans telling Grillby everything about the timelines and Grillby believes every word.
• Grillby comforting Sans and just quietly humming soothingly to calm him down.
• Sans writing a note saying everything about the timelines and how they were together before everything was reset for Grillby so they never have to start from square one and Grillby starts crying whenever he reads it.
• Sans starts rubbing off on Grillby and soon Grillby starts making puns so bad that eve N SANS G R O A N S.
• Grillby being afraid of loosing control of his flame when holding Sans because he’ll be so flustered but Sans is just like “nah it’s fine take your time”.
• Grillby being extremely patient and calm when Sans has a break down.
• Sans being worried that his tears will hurt Grillby but he assured him that he’ll be okay and he just hOLDS HIM.
• When Sans and Grillby first meet, Sans goes to check out Grillby’s, walks up to the bar, where Grillby is facing away, and orders a burger, when oh look at that the bartender turns around and damn he’s hot. Sans gets super nervous and is just like: fuck my gay ass. And Grillby heard him and is like: what. And Sans turns bright blue and Grillby starts laughing and hOLY FUCK HIS LAUGH IS HOT TOO. So they introduce themselves and after Grillby says his name in his hot as fuck, god damn smooth, golden radio announcer like voice, Sans mutters under his breath: Grillby? More like grill me. And Grillby hears him and raises his brow with a small smirk like: What was that? AND SANS JUST DIES RIGHT THERE ON THE SPOT.
• Grillby calling Sans “Bone boy” and Sans jusT BLUSHES REALLY HARD.
• Sans accidentally gets tomato sauce on Grillby’s shirt and seeing as it’s late in the bar and no one’s there besides them, he just turns around and takes his shirt off aND SANS JUST SQUEAKS WHILE HE INTERNALLY DIES AND THINKS: OH MY FUCKING GOD IM GONNA DIE. AND GRILLBY HEARS HIS SQUEAK AND TURNS AROUND AND. OOOOOOHHH THOSE ARE SOME MIGHTY FINE ABS YOU GOT THERE. So, very awkwardly, Sans says: Wow, is it hot in here, or is it just you. And after he realized what he actually just fucking said, he hides in his hoodie, curls into a ball and dies. aND GRILLBY JUST LOOKS AT HIM, AND STARTS TO CHUCKLE, WHICH TURNS INTO A FULL BLOWN LAUGH. BECAUSE HOLY SHIT. THIS SKELE. BUT LIKE, THE MOUTH APPEARS AND SANS IS JUST SITS THERE. WATCHING AS GRILLBY’S MUSCLES FLEX AS HE LAUGHS AND HOW HEAT IS RISING FROM THE FIRE MAN’S MOUTH. OMG. AND HIS LAUGH. OH GOD HIS LAUGH. IT SOUNDS LIKE IT COULD MELT ANYTHING. AND IT’S SO SMOOTH. ALMOST LIKE SMOKE SLOWLY RISING FROM A CAMPFIRE. WITH THE SLIGHT SOUD OF FIREWOOD CRACKLING.
• Sans being covered in burn marks (Grillby hickies) after spending a few hours at Grillby’s later then usual and Papy just being like: Sans, wtf happened?! And Sans just: I got grilled. And leaves Pap standing there in shock.
• PAP DOING THE “WAKE UP SLEEPY HEAD” THING TO SANS AND GRILLBY IS IN HIS BED.
• Sans and Grillby slow dancing in the kitchen.
• IMAGINE SANS WEARING GRILLBY’S SHIRTS AND THEY’RE SO FUCKING HUGE ON HIM. AND HE FINDS THEM SO COMFORTING BECAUSE THEY SMELL LIKE CINNAMON AND FIRE.
• Grillby wearing Sans’ hoodie and chuckling when he finds packets of ketchup in Sans’ jacket pockets.


As you can see, we have big lady boners for Grillby and Sansby is our religion.


PAPYTON
• Papyrus coming home after a date with Mettaton. Covered in zap marks. He looks Sans dead in the eyes and says: I had an electrifying time with Metta. AND THEN SANS HAVING AN INTERNAL STRUGGLE BECAUSE PAP JUST MADE AN AMAZING PUN BUT HE AND METTATON DID THE FRICKLE FRACKLES. BUT SANS JUST RESPONDS WITH: wow, that’s quite *shocking*.
• The day after Pap finds Sans in bed with Grillby, he does the same thing with Mettaton when Sans comes in to wake him up, seeing he was sleeping longer then usual.
• Metta helping Pap with puzzles.
• Metta wearing Pap’s scarf.


Papyton is our go-to religion if the Sansby religion ever falls, which will be never.


DOUBLE PLAY
• dOUBLE DATES WITH PAP/METTA AND SANS/GRILLBS.
• Domestic household activities between the 4.
• Grillby teaching Pap how to cook.
• Metta teaching Sans how to dress nice for fancy dinners with Grillby.
• Game nights.
• Movie nights.
• METTA AND GRILLBY JUST SITTING ON THE COUCH. THEIR SKELES SLEEPING ON TOP OF THEM. AND THEY JUST SHARE A LOOK OF KNOWING. LIKE: we both fell for the skeles.
• Sans and Metta actually becoming closer friends because of how nice he is to Pap and Grillby.
• Metta complementing Grillby’s dress sense.
• Grillby and Metta getting suits for the skelebros. AND THE SKELES LOOK SO CUTE.

AND THIS IS JUST TOO MUCH FOR US.

BONUS
• Imagine getting a hug from Grillby on a freezing cold winter’s day. Imagine him giving a little kiss to your cheek, making that spot hotter than the rest.

hopping on the 'omgcp characters as things ive done' bandwagon
  • bitty: power walked to the corner store at 10pm to buy marshmallows so i could try out the recipe idea i'd just had in the shower
  • jack: forgot the english word for baking soda and called it bicarbonate de soude throughout a conversation about baking, with increasing anger as people laughed at me
  • shitty: prevented a dispute over costume changing areas in my theatre group by putting on a pretty dress and distracting everyone mid- half-naked yelling with the power of crossdressing
  • ransom: was so infamously gay for a particular fictional character that people (mostly online friends but also a couple strangers) actually wrote fanfic/rpf about me with him, still easily findable through the tag system if you know what the ship name was
  • holster: was forced into choir for a year and hated the teacher so much, i did the "call them by the wrong name to show them you don't care" thing, but i used "treble cleff" which was similar to her name and pretended it was a cute music nickname, became her favourite student for it
  • lardo: bought 3 sets of mannequin legs, 1 torso, and a singular arm from a clothing store that was going out of business, made them installation pieces in my house
  • chowder: bought an entire teddy bear because it was wearing canucks (my home team) gear, no other reason, and snapchatted it staged in various situations for days
  • nursey: decided i didn't like the slam poem i was meant to perform on the day of the competition, wrote an entirely new poem from the POV of mickey mouse and memorised it in 2 hours, proceeded to almost blow out my voice practicing my falsetto
  • dex: found out i fit in a rubbermaid box in my classroom, climbed in during break & shut the lid, stayed in it for so long the teachers thought i was missing, was required to do a psych eval because of it
  • tango: doodled instead of paying attention in math class and i was trying and failing to draw a spider web so when the teach asked "any questions" i said "how do you draw a spider web" and she immediately turned around and drew one on the board for me like "are you getting this" and i was like "thanks" and went back to drawing as she slowly realised that was not a math question
  • whiskey: participated in a day of silence event but i was never given the official mask for it so i just duct taped my mouth shut instead
  • kent: got engaged at 17 after proposing to my best friend over text message because we both have a 'live fast die young' mentality and believe that we'll never get married any other way, now we're planning the wedding in earnest

anonymous asked:

HI!! IM WRITING A RICHJAKE FIC FOR U ND IM NOW VERY TEMPTED TO DROP MY PREVIOUS IDEA AND MAKE IT A TOOTH-ROTTINGLY FLUFFY DRABBLE WHERE THEY HAVE TO PICK UP GROCERIES AND SHENANIGANS INSUE ARE YOU ON BOARD W THIS FJGDJB

OH M GOD….THAT SOUDS SO GOOD…