space jerk

Classic Movies You Need To Watch

Here’s my Classic Movies Pick From 39′s to 79′s, Here goes:

Gone With The Wind (1939)

Ben-Hur (1959)

Breakfats At Tiffany’s (1961)

Lawrence of Arabia (1962)

To Kill A Mockingbird (1962)

The Sound of Music (1965)

The Graduate (1967)

2001: A Space Oddysey (1968)

The Godfather Trilogy (1972)

The Jerk (1979)


This started as a small conversation I had with myself on a lousy sunday that was gonna be three panels tops of light pose practice. It kind of grew; this is my third night at it til past midnight and there’s more script but it involves a character with an incomplete design, so this seemed a punchy enough spot to leave off/a good place to publish it before i nitpicked the script to the point i didn’t want to publish it anymore.

Part 1/? i guess?

hap birth @redbird25 ♡ (don’t mind sass he’s just teasin ;)

you'd best never forget
 this worthless pride of mine.

[07.20] - Happy bday to my favorite piece of space junk ♡

Best drinks in Town. [Smut]

A;N: Hello pretty people! I’m so sorry I have been gone (writing wise) for so long! Life’s been a bit hectic lately! However, I had this idea and I couldn’t get it out my head! Enjoy! xox

Pairing: Stuart TwomblyxReader

Author: thelittlestkitsune

Warnings: Smut.

Word count: 5,851

Listen to me.

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hey everyone, here’s my film!! i like to call the tall one swill, and the lil short one guz. i hope you enjoy it!!

avengingphoenix  asked:

Oooh! I'd love the Guardians being protective of Tony. Because the Avengers are being jerks. And space family because baby groot is their smol son.

“Why are they still living here?” asks Peter one morning and Tony shrugs.

“They were my friends.” answers Tony then and Peter shakes his head.

“Yeah were! They treat you so bad, starlight. I wish i could hurt them.” says Peter and kicks against the table. Tony frowns.

“Please don’t hurt them!” says Tony at that and Peter shakes his head at him.

“You know i won’t. But only because you have a heart of gold.” sighs Peter and then kisses Tonys nose. Tony smiles.

“What do we have to do today?” asks Peter when they go to the kitchen to eat something.

“Oh nothing wild. I have a meeting after lunch. And we promised we would take Rocket and Groot to the playground right? I want to see how Groot enjoys the slide.” Tony giggles at that and Peter squeezes his hand.

“I know why i love you.”

“I am Groot.” says Groot when he sees them and Peter goes over to him.

“Hey Groot. How are you?” asks Peter and lifts Groot up. Groot cuddles up to him and smiles.

“I am Groot.”

“Oh i know you are hungry. I think Tony makes us something if we ask really nice.” says Peter sheepishly and Tony laughs.

“Course. Sit down. Where is the other son?” says Tony and Rocket growls form the other side of the room.

“Psht! Starlight you know that he is a teenager. He doesn’t wants to be called that.” laughs Peter now and Tony grins. Rocket says nothing. He tried that a hundredth times already.

“Here we go. Pancakes for my favorite boys.” says Tony and places them on the table.

“How sweet.” says someone from the doorway and Tony looks up. Wanda.

“Can i get a pancake, too?” laughs Clint now and Tony frowns.

“I made them for Peter, Groot and Rocket.” answers Tony slowly and Clint makes a noise of protest.

“Don’t care.” is all he says and then he takes Tony own pancake and eats it. Tony doesn’t say anything.

“Make me some pancakes, too.” says Wanda and Tony stands up to make her another one.

“He really does it.” says Rocket and he sounds angry. Not at Tony, but Wanda.

“Course because he knows what i can do, when he doesn’t. He is afraid.” says Wanda and thats it. Groot growls and in the next minute, Wanda is against the wall. Groots roots around her neck.

Rocket has a gun pointed at Clint.

“I’m going to say this only one time. You will leave. Not tomorrow, today. And i never want to see you here again.” says Peter slowly and he can see how scared Wanda is.

“Guys…” tries Tony but Rocket plays with the trigger.

“Was that clear enough?” asks Rocket and he waits before Clint and Wanda nod. Then he sits down and eats his pancake. Groot releases Wanda and holds his napkin up to Tony.

Tony smiles a bit wary but helps Groot with it.

Wanda and Clint are nearly running out of the kitchen and Peter helps Tony on his lap and feeds him with his pancake.

Nobody is an asshole towards their space prince.

Iron Man & Mrs. King (3/?)

Pairing: Tony x Reader
Word Count: 1,217
Warnings: Domestic Abuse (more explicit in later chapters), fluff, some swearing. JARVIS is still an AI, Bucky is part of the team.
Chapters post on Mondays and Thursdays.

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7:00am, Wednesday Morning, Stark Tower

Y/N stepped off the elevator, her eyes trained on her phone. Her sister had been texting her all morning, needing to talk about her boyfriend who had just dumped her. Alexis was always needing something, it seemed. Y/N was so engrossed in trying to talk Alexis off the ledge that she didn’t see the large soldier standing in her path as she walked on auto pilot to the kitchen until she walked into him. Gasping, she took a step back, placed an arm around her bruised ribs and dropped her phone. She looked up at her roadblock. A little over six feet tall, muscular arms, one flesh, one metal, crossed over a wide chest and piercing blue eyes in a brooding face surrounded by dark hair stared down at her.

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anonymous asked:

if you're still taking jimon prompts could you please write jace having the most blatant, transparent, obvious crush on simon and simon ONLY just realising when jace leans in to kiss him but chickens out because he doesn't want to freak out simon i know it's oddly specific but i have been thinking about this for 500 years

jimon + one of the cutest fucking ideas ever im crying

“You’re staring.” Simon complains. Jace shrugs his shoulders, leaning against the wall opposite to Simon in the tiny alley they’re stuck in until backup arrives. 

“You’ve got - “ Jace says, and then stops and moves forward, forehead furrowed in concentration as he lightly cards his fingers through Simon’s hair. Simon holds very, very still and tries to ignore the heat coming off of Jace’s body; he fails spectacularly. 

Fucking Jace and his flirtatious tendencies. It gives a person misplaced hope

“Leaf.” Jace explains quietly as he takes his hand away. He doesn’t move away though, still standing close to Simon, staring down with his absurdly pretty lashes. 

“Great, now the trees hate me too.” Simon complains, his voice pitched low and quiet. Jace chuckles at that. 

“It’s hard being you, isn’t it, Simon.” He murmurs, and then - Simon almost thinks he’s imagining it, but Jace’ gaze has dropped lower, his eyes transfixed by Simon’s mouth. Simon instinctively darts his tongue out to wet his bottom lip, and Jace’s eyes darken. 

Oh God. Fucking hell, Simon definitely did not expect this. This is - so far beyond the realm of possibility. What is happening

Jace is leaning closer, and Simon is getting lightheaded, hardly daring to move as soft breath whispers across his face, Jace’s lips parting, his head tilting slightly, barely any space separating them - 

Jace jerks back so suddenly that for a moment Simon thinks someone’s flat out attacking them. He springs back to, wildly swinging his head around and checking their surroundings before the reality crashes into him, staring him in the face in the form of Jace gasping for breath against the other wall, looking at Simon with horror on his face. 

“Right.” Simon says out loud, laughing bitterly. Jace flinches, a hand coming up to scrub at his face, and Simon tilts his head back against the alley wall and laughs mirthlessly. “Of course.” 

“This can’t happen.” Jace says, his voice horrified, and Simon’s suddenly, furiously angry. 

“I didn’t do anything.” He snaps, hurt and stung by Jace’s rejection. 

“I can’t - won’t - do this.” Jace says like he didn’t even hear, staring at Simon. He looks so terrified, and Simon is possessed with the insane urge to both comfort him and punch him. 

“I don’t really give a fuck. You leaned in, you looked like you were going to - “

“I’m sorry,” Jace says miserably, “I never meant to fuck our friendship up like this. You deserve so much better - “

A wild, ridiculous thought pops into Simon’s head at those words, because Jace’s sentence doesn’t make complete sense and Simon has a bizarre idea that’s taken hold in his mind. 

“Jace,” He says slowly, because what the hell, he’s committed to this now, “do you like me?” 

“Sorry.” Jace repeats immediately, and Simon has to stare at him like he’s grown another head because. What. This doesn’t happen. This only happens in stupid Valentine’s Day rom-coms. This isn’t Simon Lewis’ life. 

“Don’t be.” Simon says slowly, and they’re both staring at each other now with equal parts apprehension and slowly dawning comprehension. “I want - the same things you want. Apparently.” 

“That’s - are you sure?” Jace asks, frowning. Simon steps forward, transfixed.

“Not at all.” He murmurs, before he summons what little courage he has and curls a hand around Jace’s neck, tugging him forward and pressing their mouths together. Jace makes a low, wounded noise, his lips pressing back softly, hesitantly, a question that Simon answers by pushing forward into the kiss, sliding his tongue across Jace’s and trying to pour a depth of emotion he isn’t sure he can express yet into it. 

Jace breathes shallowly through his nose, his hands slowly coming up to grasp at Simon’s waist and dig in, his fingers pressing sharply against Simon’s ribs. He holds Simon close, the grasp of someone who’s a little - a lot - afraid. Simon can relate. He pulls back slowly, his eyes lingering across Jace’s pink, spit-slicked lips, his free hand coming up to smooth over Jace’s cheek, stubble rasping under his palm. 

“I had no idea.” Simon says, amazed. Jace snorts, his arrogance slowly rearing it’s head again. 

“You might have been the only one that didn’t.” He retorts. “Blind much?” 

“Not even close! Vampire!” Simon says indignantly. 

“That’s even more embarrassing, then. Super senses, and all that.” Jace teases gently. He’s still holding tight to Simon, his fingers beginning to hurt where they’re exerting pressure. 

“I’m a vampire, not a mind-reader.” Simon grouses. “Loosen your hold on me, I’m still breakable and I’m not going anywhere. I’m yours.” Jace looks inordinately pleased at that, his smile growing so bright it sets off an ache somewhere deep in Simon’s chest. 

“Don’t do that!” Simon grumbles. “I’m getting all sorts of feelings. Just shut up and kiss me.” 

And Jace gladly obeys. 

Marichat May: Akumatized Chat Noir


This akuma was entirely inspired by @fangirltothefullest awesome drawing for akuma!Adrien


In the few times that she faces off against Chat Noir, Marinette often finds that each face off is a little different.

A hateful Chat was still childish and immature, and in some strange twisted way, still very respectful, Ladybug noting that he didn’t strike her when she put away her yo-yo; far more alarmed that she wanted to kiss him.

Puppeteer, Chat behaved as a kid, being all over the place and childish, echoing Puppeteer herself.

And caught up in Princess Fragrance perfume, he was elegant and song filled, serenading for her miraculous, trying to fight her gracefully. It was very half hearted effort from him in that little episode.

Now Chat Noir as an akuma, as Cheshire, this was a whole new level.

Even more so when she was facing him as Marinette.

She was just having an argument with Chloe when he appeared, Marinette just catching a mad smile on his lips as he moved. She didn’t have time to react before Chloe disappeared before her.

Marinette gaped at the open space before her, then jerked as the akuma dropped down before her, gasping to see that for once, he was maskless.

“A-Adrien?” she whispered, wide eyed at the cat based akuma. No wait, that, that was more Chat with the hair, or, or is this—

With a broad smile, the akuma corrected, “Actually it’s Chesire, Princess.”

She jumped when he took her hand, bringing it up and pressing her knuckles to his lips in a lazy kiss. “Sorry for the fright,” he murmured with a coy, lazy smile, purple eyes locked on her. “But Ladybug and I are going to be playing a bit of a game today. Would hate to see you caught in the crossfire.”

“Uh,” was all Marinette could utter before the world shifted around her. She squealed as the ground was sudden gone under her feet, grunting as she dropped on her plush bed. She laid still for a moment, gaping.

She was suddenly in her room.

Her home being a good twenty minutes away from where she was before.

“Ti-Tikki?” Marinette uttered, slowly sitting up, shaky.

The kwami darted out, frowning and equally troubled. “Was, was that…”

Tikki shook her head. She met Marinette’s startled gaze and said, “This is another akuma Marinette. Someone you’re going to save.”

Marinette’s eyes narrowed, then she nodded. “Let’s do this,” she agreed.

She was going to save… Adrien?


No matter, she was going to save him.

JJBA Episode 26

If it weren’t against the laws of God and man, I would marry this ending.