stop giving me hell

((Jeremy and Michael are having a duel to see who has the stronger avatar. For the moment it looks like Jeremy has won the upper hand, he has Michael pinned and is about to deal the final blow to win but then Michael’s eyes go half-lidded, a dopey smile comes onto his face and a red flush spreads across his cheeks and he says, dreamily, “I love you”

Jeremy is totally caught off guard, immediately his face goes bright pink and his mouth drops open. Michael takes the opportunity and deftly flips them over before holding his staff to Jeremy’s throat, raising his eyebrows and giving him the smuggest grin.

Ny0, after realizing he’d been tricked, holds his hands up in surrender. Then he glares at Ehm half-heartedly and mumbles, “You cheated”

And then Michael smartly responds with, “All’s fair in love and war, babe”))

Lego Batjokes Prompt #297

Joker: AND THAT’S HOW I’M GONNA DESTROY GOTHAM AHAHAHA!

Superman: Not if I stop you, Joker!

Joker: BATM- wait. Where’s Batman?!

Superman: He’s not here, but I’m plenty capable of stopping you! Now give me the remote to the bomb!

Joker: WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN HE’S NOT HERE!? Where is he?

Superman: Not that it’s any of your business but he’s sick. My brand of justice, on the other hand, doesn’t take a sick day. Now-

Joker: *unceremoniously throws remote to Superman*

Joker: God, so noisy! Just take it, you stupid jerk. The more important thing here is where to buy good chicken soup at 3 a.m.

-

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Small starter meme.

Fluff//Romance
“I’m doing this for you.”
“You know you’re my one and only.”
“I’m in love with you.”
“I’ve always loved you.”
“You’re the most important thing in the world to me.”
“Forever and always.”
“You’re my sunshine.”
“I appreciate you.”
“You’re so cute.”
“You’re the most beautiful girl/boy I’ve ever seen.”

Secrets//Lies
“I’m jealous of you.”
“I’m in love with you, idiot.”
“I never loved you.”
“I don’t really like _____.”
“You’re my hero.”
“I’m in love with ____. Don’t tell them.”
“I’ve never lied to you.”
“I was using you.”

Angst
“You don’t give a damn about me.”
“Stop lying.”
“Stop pretending.”
“Get the hell away from me.”
“I thought you loved me.”
“I trusted you.”
“You promised me!”
“I needed you.”
“I can never trust you again.”

Pain//Blood
“You hit me.”
“You shot me.”
“You stabbed me.”
“I’m bleeding.”
“Everything hurts.”
“I feel woozy.”
“You’ve lost so much blood.”
“You’re covered in blood.”
“There’s so much blood.”

Flirty
“You’re hot when you’re mad.”
“Wanna come back to my place?”
“You tease.”
“You’re lovely.”
“You look divine.”
“How about a drink at my place?”

Innunendo
“Do you like?”
“Does that feel good?”
“Give it to me.”
“I like it rough.”
“I have something to show you.”
“Harder! Just like that!”
“I’ve got a present for you.”

NSFW//Kink
“Be a good girl.”
“Come sit on Daddy’s lap.”
“Push me down.”
“Make it hurt.”
“I wanna fill you up.”
“Pull my hair.”
“Choke me.”
“You’ve been naughty, you need a spanking.”
“Take it all the way in.”

On a superficial level, this interdimensional visitor doesn’t really look any different from the Steve that Tony’s spent ten years of his life with. He looks angry, yes, all hard lines and hunched shoulders, but so did Steve the last time he saw him, hovering over Tony’s chest with his shield high in the air, ready to strike a fatal blow.

“So,” Tony says, and tries not to drink in the sight of not-Steve. Still alive Steve. “How’s Earth… 1610? Tell me I’m not out of comission around there.”

Steve frowns. “You mean, you have cancer here too?”

Tony smiles. “That sounds wonderful, but no. I don’t.”

Steve keeps his eyes on him, studying him. He’s probably comparing him to the Tony Stark he knows. “You’re sober.”

Of course that’d be the first difference. Tony snorts, and picks up a bottle of water from his workbench so he can offer some to Steve. He’s still unsettled by how much he looks like his– like Steve (angry, dead and buried Steve) and he swallows past the lump lodged in his throat and closes his eyes just for a moment, so he can compose himself. “Been sober for a while, I’m afraid.”

Something like approval glimmers in Steve’s eyes. Tony tries to pretend his heart doesn’t clench at that.

Something must have been obvious on Tony’s face, because Steve (not-Steve) is frowning at him now. “What’s with you?” He asks, his tone brusque and a little bit snappish.

“Nothing,” Tony croaks. His eyes sting.

“I’m just really glad to see you again.”

‘Jack is a character with no arc. Trying to give him a backstory and still honour the mythology of the franchise was tricky, but I think we got there.’

stares into the camera

Paperwork Hell

For csi-willows who requested 25 - “Stop giving me that look” with Hotch 😊


“Stop sulking.” Morgan said from behind you, flicking your ear as he passed, flopping down into his own desk across from yours. You glared at him before letting your head drop down onto your desk with a groan. You were not sulking. Okay, so maybe you were sulking but you had every right to be.

Two weeks ago, in a completely non-work related accident, you broke the hamate bone in your left hand. Hotch decided that he didn’t want you in the field until he was “Comfortable” with your ability to shoot a gun using both hands. So while the rest of your team ran around Central California on a case, you’d sat here hauled up in this Hell hole going through heaps of backed up paperwork. For the first week Garcia had been your only saving grace, but she too became grouchy with all your sulking.

“Hotch better let you back on the field soon, I heard Garcia’s trying to send your transfer papers into the CIA.” Morgan continued and you peeked up from your desk long enough to stick your tongue out before letting it drop again with another thud.

“I’ve been here doing your paperwork for nearly two weeks. I’m not helping.” You stated stubbornly glaring holes into the papers the littered your desk. “Derek Morgan, you have, the messiest handwriting I’ve ever had the misfortune of trying to decipher. I mean do you even try? I’m sure a drunk toddler’s scrawl would be more leg-”

“(Y/N), come here.” Hotch called, and you didn’t have to look to know it was from the doorway to his office. Groaning again you lifted your head and pulled yourself into a standing position. Derek laughed giving you the stereotypical ‘oooo’ kids got when they were called to the office in school. And in a mature fashion you returned it by chucking the orange from your lunch at his head.

Morgan’s laughter followed you up to Hotch’s office where you finally blocked it out by shutting the door.

“Come on, sit.” Hotch gestured to the chair, eyes not leaving the stack of papers he was signing off on. You plopped into the chair and crossed your arms, watching him and waiting for him to say or do something. Acknowledge your existence. After several moments of silence, only broken up by the occasional scribble from Hotch, or the dramatic sigh from you Aaron broke the quiet, still not looking up. “Stop giving me that look.”

“What look?” You asked innocently, which caused him to look up at you finally, rolling his eyes.

“That ‘ you shot my puppy ‘ look.”

“You shot Gunnar?” You asked with a sharp gasp, hand flying to cover your heart. Hotch gave you a dry look.

“You know what I mean.”

“I’m bored, and my crazy overprotective boyfriend won’t let me leave this building where paperwork goes to die.”

“Who decided to be stubborn and walk when I told them I’d pull the car around? Who slipped on ice and hurt herself?” Aaron asked giving you an amused look.

“I’m fine and you know it. You’re just making excuses for keeping me here, you’re trying to drive me insane.”

“I think you’ve been doing most of the driving, dear. Garcia is begging for you to be taken back.” You huffed, jutting your bottom lip out in a pout, causing Hotch to lean over the desk and use his thumb to smooth your lip back down.

“Now now, stop with that look too, let me see the wrist.” He murmured, pulling back far enough to inspect the brace the hospital put on, “Still hurt?”

“No.” 

“Liar. It’s still bruised, and a little puffy. It’s not your dominant hand.” He poked at your wrist above the brace and moved your fingers below it, “I’ll take you down to the range after work and see how it looks, okay?” You grinned happily nodding you head and leaning over to kiss his cheek, causing him to break into a rare smile. Aaron ran a finger over your grinning lips and nodded his head, “Okay, you can keep giving me that look.” 

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The Man in the High Castle 1x01 “The New World“ | Joe & Juliana

can I buy you a drink?

The one thing I always see on “reasons to be skinny/reasons not to binge” posts that I HATE is “so you’ll be graceful.” Bitch I will never be graceful. I was clumsy at 180 lbs, I’m just as clumsy now at 98 lbs. I just tried to get a piece of pizza out of my fridge and in the process I knocked 3 different things out of the fridge and spilled coffee all over the floor. Half of the time I trip as soon as I get out of bed in the morning, and just as often I trip when I try to get out of my car.

Basically, if you’re as awkward and clumsy as I am, you’re never going to be graceful. Those posts are misleading as hell. Stop giving me false hope.

kittykatknits  asked:

Do not ever stop being salty! Your blog posts are giving me life. Post more!

Oh hell I will! Ain’t never gonna stop being salty about what we’ve been handed in S7 - since you asked… imma bring the SALT on!!

*Spoiler rants under the cut*

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alton brown: this sabotage will force one of your opponents to trade in all their normal-sized tools, pans, and bowls for these doll-sized replicas.
(cut to confessionals)
light: I look over at L, and he’s got that weird smirk again. At first I think he wants to get this sabotage, but I know he knows I know he makes that face when he likes something, so he must be pulling that face to trick me into not bidding for it so he can give it to me. But I see through him! Nothing in hell could stop me from giving him that sabotage!
L: *finger still playing with his lip* i love the tiny tools. i work with them all the time for a secret youtube channel i curate, though my usual set is even smaller.

Make The Worst Seem Better

Summary: Cas is jealous of you because since you’re a prophet, God speaks to you. However, His word isn’t quite rainbows and butterflies, and at some point you ask Cas to get you unconscious because every time you try to sleep a new vision disturbs you, and you just need your body to rest.

Pairing: Castiel x Prophet!Reader

Word count: 3779

Warnings: Swearing, Very light angst, Fluffy smut, Unprotected sex (you know the drill; use protection you guys)

A/N: This is my first smut piece so yeah, go easy on me please babes, also, my followers might notice I haven’t published in two weeks but I did have a week of midterms and then I needed to just do whatever for reading week so sorry about that but school comes first in my case :)

Originally posted by ardysgurl



It’s late. A closer to sunrise than sundown kind of late. You’re in the bunker’s library, reading, trying not to fall asleep, dreading it. The Bible is open in front of you, but you’re not reading, as your eyes keep sliding over the words without trying to make them out. 

As you’re about to doze off, the bunker’s door loudly creaks open and startles you. Dean is the first to make his way downstairs, and as soon as he sees you out there, he muffles a curse.

“Damnit, Y/N , I thought we’d agreed you needed to get some sleep,” he patronizes you as he heads in your direction.

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memesandarchive:

Small starter meme.

Fluff//Romance
“I’m doing this for you.”
“You know you’re my one and only.”
“I’m in love with you.”
“I’ve always loved you.”
“You’re the most important thing in the world to me.”
“Forever and always.”
“You’re my sunshine.”
“I appreciate you.”
“You’re so cute.”
“You’re the most beautiful girl/boy I’ve ever seen.”

Secrets//Lies
“I’m jealous of you.”
“I’m in love with you, idiot.”
“I never loved you.”
“I don’t really like _____.”
“You’re my hero.”
“I’m in love with ____. Don’t tell them.”
“I’ve never lied to you.”
“I was using you.”

Angst
“You don’t give a damn about me.”
“Stop lying.”
“Stop pretending.”
“Get the hell away from me.”
“I thought you loved me.”
“I trusted you.”
“You promised me!”
“I needed you.”
“I can never trust you again.”

Pain//Blood
“You hit me.”
“You shot me.”
“You stabbed me.”
“I’m bleeding.”
“Everything hurts.”
“I feel woozy.”
“You’ve lost so much blood.”
“You’re covered in blood.”
“There’s so much blood.”

Flirty
“You’re hot when you’re mad.”
“Wanna come back to my place?”
“You tease.”
“You’re lovely.”
“You look divine.”
“How about a drink at my place?”

Innunendo
“Do you like?”
“Does that feel good?”
“Give it to me.”
“I like it rough.”
“I have something to show you.”
“Harder! Just like that!”
“I’ve got a present for you.”

NSFW//Kink
“Be a good girl.”
“Come sit on Daddy’s lap.”
“Push me down.”
“Make it hurt.”
“I wanna fill you up.”
“Pull my hair.”
“Choke me.”
“You’ve been naughty, you need a spanking.”
“Take it all the way in.”