strong like bear

An important message. Now I personally don’t think TF2 is out to be sexist, because frankly they make fun of masculinity left and right. It just makes fun of that time period in general!

However, I’d like to see more from Zhanna, Yana, Bronislava, Miss Pauling, the Administrator, Heavy’s Mom, Scout’s Mom, Demoman’s Mom, Olivia and Maggie! (*cough*MaybeSomeFemMercs?*cough*) 

But quite simply, I just wanted to draw a quick Zhanna because she’s amazing, beautiful and crazy! I love her. 

Also I do ship her with Soldier. They’re one of my main OTPs. ≧◡≦

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…of monsters.


meet bear!

a month after johnny’s death, wyla was spending a lot of time alone, wandering around oasis springs in the more unsavoury parts of town. she came across a german shepherd dog – bear – in an old junkyard, chained to an ancient, rusted hunk of metal, starving and alone. 

it took a little coaxing, but after an hour of sitting there talking in a soft, soothing voice, bear finally let her close enough to pet him – and the rest is history. 

wy named him ‘bear’ because he’s big and bad and absolutely lovable. strong like a bear and soft like a teddy. 

he’s been with the borowski’s for five months now and it feels as though he’s always been there. there is no way he could at all replace johnny, but he’s been a big help in mending the hole left in the family’s hearts after his loss. and how could you not love him, really? look at that face. 

his traits are: loyal, smart and adventurer. 

forcekenobi  asked:

grog is. Soft.

strongly agree | agree | neutral | disagree | strongly disagree

fuck yeah he is. boy could rip your spine out but still gets all mushy on the inside and honestly probably gives great hugs when he’s not trying to crush you like a grape

On, Wisconsin! (Pt.3)

Originally posted by flyngdream

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female!Reader, some Steve Rogers x female!Reader

Summary: As you spend more and more time with Bucky and Steve, it becomes harder for you to keep your secrets to yourself, especially as your trust in Bucky grows.

Warnings: mentions of a nightmare/anxiety - fluff !! - language

Word Count: 2.4K

A/N: Part three, woo! I promise I’ll post the next part of The Light Behind Your Eyes tomorrow, I’ve just been in a weird mood swing and needed more fluff in my life. Hope you like it!

Read PART ONE & PART TWO here!!


Sleep was essentially impossible after the nightmare, like usual. You had woken up screaming around 4:30 a.m. and Bucky stayed up with you for the rest of the night after he reassured Steve about a hundred times that he’ll be able to take care of you.

You and Bucky sat on the bed, leaning against the headboard, talking about nothing for a good hour. The only interaction between you two was Bucky rubbing slow, gentle circles on the top of your hand while unspoken words hung in the air. Crickets chirp a quiet symphony just outside the window above the bed.

“How you doin’, doll?” His voice was as light and gentle as the touch of a feather.

You shrug in response.  

He exhales a long, deep sigh, then puts your hand down, moving to slide off the bed.

“I’m gonna go make some coffee,” Bucky stretches, his shirt lifting up to reveal just how low his flannel pants were hanging on his body. “You want some?”

“Yeah, that’d be great,” you muster up the best smile you could manage. Bucky nods and pushes the curtains back to reveal the rest of the room, then turns out of view into the kitchen. A few minutes later, the smell of coffee drifts into the air. Steve walks up the steps and stands in the doorway of the sunroom, stretching his body upwards, his hands brushing the top of the frame. Bucky walks back in with two white mugs of steaming coffee.

“G’mornin’, Stevie,” Bucky beams at him, handing him one of the mugs.

“Thanks, Buck,” Steve yawns, smiling tiredly, rubbing at his eyes with the back of his free hand. Bucky turns around, handing the other mug to you.

“Thanks,” you mutter. Bucky hums in response, taking a seat on the end of the bed near your feet. It almost seems instinctive and natural when Bucky lays a hand over the top of your foot, rubbing more soft circles over the blanket.

“So,” Steve pulls out a chair from the table. He sits down and uses the empty seat next to him as a footrest. “What’s on the agenda for today?”

Bucky turns his head from Steve to you, raising an eyebrow as he asks a silent question.

“Um…,” you blink. “I was thinking that we could check out Copper Falls. I’ve been there before, the hiking trails are really cool, and I think the weather should be perfect for some hiking today.”

“Sounds great to me,” Bucky smiles. Steve shoots a thumbs-up as he downs more coffee.


The hiking trails were absolutely beautiful. The weather was perfect, the views were breathtaking, and the hours flew by all too quickly. The waterfalls were serene and calming, diminishing the haunting remnants of the nightmare that was tainting your conscience. The boys especially loved the trip. They would have races up and down the trails, which were (thankfully) nearly empty, but they spent most of their time wading through the shallower water and stacking rock towers near the second bridge on the trail.

At one point Bucky asked you to take his picture as he posed on the top of a huge rock. Before you snapped the shot, you saw Steve’s head pop up from behind the rock, holding a single finger up to his mouth to tell you not to say anything.

“Alright, Buck, 1…2…,” you snap the picture just as Steve pushes Bucky to the side. He flails off the rock, landing in a deeper pool of water.

DAMMIT STEVE,” he growls as he sits up in the water. He’s completely soaked, backpack and all. “Were you in on this?” He points an accusatory finger in your direction.

Me?” You dramatically clutch your chest with your free hand, blinking at him with baby doll eyes. “Now why would I ever be in on such a thing?”

Bucky glares at you, seemingly not amused by your sarcastic tone.

“That’s it,” he pulls himself up, water trickling down his face from his hair and dripping off his thoroughly wet clothing. “Come heeeere, Stevie,” he holds out his arms, pouting. “Come give your old pal a hug.”

“No thanks,” Steve laughs, taking a few steps back. Bucky makes up for the distance by moving forward.

“Oh, come on,” Bucky’s goofy smile lights up his face. “You don’t want to break my heart, do you?” He starts sprinting towards Steve, arms still outstretched. Steve takes off, doing his best to escape from Bucky’s grab.

The sight unfolding before you truly is one for the record books. This is fucking golden.

You dig your phone back out of your pocket, ready to take capture this moment forever when you look up from your screen to see Steve diving behind you, grabbing both of your arms, and using you as a human shield. Bucky stops a few feet away and grins.

STEVE NO,” you try to wriggle out of his hold, but his grip on you is insanely strong and sturdy.

“Sorry, Y/N, but I’m gonna need you to take one for the tEAM, SHIT,” his voice cracks as he giggles like a child, pushing you forward as Bucky takes another step closer.

AWW, C’mere, doll!” Bucky squeals like a child getting a puppy on Christmas. The water from his still-soaked clothing seeps into yours.

BUCKY, LET ME GO,” you protest, muffled by his chest. You can smell Bucky’s body wash and cologne through the earthly smell of the water.

Fiiine,” he huffs, releasing you from his strong bear-like hug. The whole front of you shirt is soaked, sticking to your skin. Some of your loose hair sticks to the side of your face, making flat, wiggly patterns. Bucky does his best to stifle his laugh, but breaks into a fit of uncontrollable laughter.

“I’m actually going to kill both of you,” you groan, arms hanging away from your body.

“Ya know, you always say that, but never actually do anything,” Bucky puts his hands on his hips, taking a strong stance, recovering from his fit.

“Don’t test me, Barnes.”


You spent the rest of the hike fanning your shirt with your hat, hoping the cold water would evaporate quickly. By the time you got back to the cabin, you were completely dry, but the urge to go swimming burned in your mind.

“Let’s go swimming,” you blurt out. Steve looks over at you from the driver’s seat as he shifts the car into park. You two mutually agreed to force Bucky to sit in the back seats because he was still wet even after you finished the hike.

“I’d love to go swimming,” Steve agrees. He looks at Bucky in the rearview mirror.

“I’m already soaked, so, why not,” Bucky shrugs. After changing into the same suit from the day before, you meet Steve and Bucky down at the dock. You carried down three towels, a bluetooth speaker that could float, a pack of cold beer fresh from the fridge, and some sandwiches. Steve was already sitting in one of the back seats, the edge of the boat tipping towards the water at a sharp angle. Bucky smiles, his eyes hidden behind a pair of dark sunglasses.

“There she is,” he tosses the rope into the boat, holding it to the dock with his right hand. He motions with his metal hand from you to the boat.

“Thanks,” you mumble as you carefully stagger onto the boat, handing off the food and beers to Steve, trying not to drop the towels and the speaker into the water. Bucky lowers himself in after you, the boat balancing out between your weights. You and Bucky work together to paddle out towards the middle of the lake. Once the anchor was thrown down, you stand up, taking in the beautiful views of the sun hanging lower in the sky and the swaying trees around you.

Wow,” Steve gasps behind you. A thought suddenly pops into your head. You look up at Bucky and see that he’s wearing a shit-eating grin, already thinking the same thing. After a quick nod, you both turn around and climb over the seats behind you. Steve was standing at the edge of the boat, gazing out over the lake. “This is beaut- SHIT!” His voice cracks through the silence as your hands push against his warm skin, Bucky’s right next to yours, sending Steve flying into the dark water. He quickly bobs back up, his blonde hair sticking to the sides of his head and face.

“So that’s how it’s gonna be?”

You can Bucky simultaneously accuse each other. You turn and face him.

“Bucky, don’t you dare,” you shake your head, taking a big step back.

“Don’t dare to do what?” A large smirk creeps up one side of his face.

“Stop messin’ with me,” you can’t help but giggle. Just as Bucky creeps closer, Steve pops up, grabbing his legs and tossing him over his shoulder, landing in the water on his back. When Bucky comes back up, he launches at Steve, pushing him under the water. While the boys were wrestling in the water, you turn back to the front of the boat, grabbing the speaker and turning on one of your playlists. Glorious by Macklemore began blaring through the speaker, the music bursting into the quiet air over the sounds of Bucky and Steve trying to drown each other.

You sat on the edge of the boat, feet in the cool water, laughing to yourself as Bucky slips through Steve’s chokehold.

“Don’t think you can escape this so easily,” Bucky swims over to you, but is yanked back by Steve grabbing his leg. He chokes on some water, and twists his body in the water, glaring through Steve. “Dammit, Steve.

Steve somehow dodges Bucky’s grab and swims around him to ladder on the boat. The boat tips and sways under his weight, sending little waves into the water.

“Why don’t you join us?” Steve asks you, using his hand to push back his wet hair from his face.

“Because you too are being - STEVE, PUT ME DOWN,” you squeal as Steve lifts you from the edge of the boat, carrying you bridal style in his arms.

“What do you say, Buck? Don’t you think she should join us?”

“I sure think so,” Bucky laughs. “This was her idea in the first place.”

The last thing you heard before you hit the water was your squeals of displeasure mixed with the chorus of the song.


About two hours later, the sun had begun to set. Steve and Bucky blew through three sandwiches each, and you and Bucky were on the last two beers. Steve had fallen asleep on the back of boat some time ago, his snoring carrying out over the now-calm waters, masked by the music softly pumping from the speaker. Light oranges and pinks had started to hungrily consume the pale blue sky as the sun sunk further towards the horizon behind the trees.

“This trip has been fantastic,” Bucky comments quietly. You’re both sitting on the edge of the front part of the boat, feet dangling in the water below you.

“Has it been worth all of your groaning and whining about the ride up here?” You tease him.

“Totally,” he chuckles, looking off towards the trees lining the lake. “How are you feeling?”

“What do you mean?” You slightly turn your head towards him, giving him a questioning glance.

“After last night,” he continues softly. “I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

“O-Oh, yeah, that…It was just a nightmare, Buck. Don’t worry about it.”

“Do you have them a lot?” He takes a drink of his beer.

“Not as much as I used to,” you copy him.

“Sometimes when I can’t sleep at the compound, I head to the gym. You’re there every time,” he adds.

“Yeah, I, uh, just blow off steam after I have ‘em. Helps with the anxiety, calms me down.” You bring up a foot, splashing a little bit of water into the air.

“I get it,” Bucky nods. “What was your nightmare about? If you, uh, don’t mind me asking.”

“I don’t mind,” you sigh. You’ve never confided in anyone like this before, but something about being around Bucky makes you feel safe, like you can trust him with anything, even your biggest secrets. “I was running through these woods in the winter time. Someone was chasing after me, and I tripped. Then a heavy boot stepped on my chest, but the person was wearing a mask, pointing a gun directly at my forehead. When they took off the mask, it…it was me. The other me asked if I could ‘handle what I dish out’, then everything went black after a shot rang out.”

You release a shaky breath as you sit in silence for a few long seconds.

“What does that mean?” Bucky’s voice is tender and hesitant as if he doesn’t want to pry too deep, but also can’t contain his curiosity. “The whole ‘can’t handle what you dish out’ part?”

“Um, I, uh…,” you stop yourself before you could spill any other information. A deep pit of resentment and loathing begins to grow in your stomach.

“You don’t have to talk about it anymore, doll. We can talk about it when you’re ready to,” Bucky brushes the side of his hand against yours. The boat begins to sway as Steve rolls over in his sleep. You think nothing of it until you hear something large drop into the water. You bolt to your feet, straddling the small divider between the sets of seats, and watch as Steve’s head bobs above the surface of the water, choking on lake water.

“What the hell just happened,” he groggily asks, dribbles of water running into his eyes from his hair.

“Let’s get you back to the cabin,” Bucky chuckles. “C’mon.” He groans as he hauls Steve up from the ladder. He hands Steve his towel and climbs back over the divider, pulling up the anchor. Instead of sitting, Steve spreads his body over the back seats, his feet hanging over the edge of the boat, resting inches above the water. You’re surely convinced this man can sleep anywhere and at any time if he’s tired enough, because as soon as his head hits his makeshift pillow of towels, he’s out again. As you settle back into your seat, Bucky touches your shoulder.

“I want to tell you something later, once we get Steve in bed.”


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t h e   b r i d g e s   w e   a c t u a l l y   f i n i s h e d
a r e   t h e   c i t y ’ s   f i n e s t !

@wiclowmakers replied to your photoset “look i know there have been a lot of selfies lately but my makeup is…”

SHARE EYELINER TIPS

OKAY THESE RIGHT HERE ARE MY HASHTAG FOOLPROOF EYELINER TIPS 100% GUARANTEED TO WORK (no theyre not dont sue me but they work FOR ME sometimes i guess)

  • black eyeliner?? use liquid/pen eyeliner (i use kat von d tattoo liner in trooper black iirc but honestly one of my favs is $2 NYC liquid eyeliner u can get at walmart), and I can’t go from the outer corner in like a lot of makeup artists so JUST GO INSIDE CORNER TO OUTSIDE. IT’S FINE. IT WILL BE FINE.
  • when you inevitably fuck up the black eyeliner, just fuckign. make the wing bigger & sharper. 
  • big enough to fit on an airplane.
  • sharp enough to kill the patriarchy.
  • this is fine.
  • when ur eyeliner is big and strong like siberian bear and strikes fear into not only the hearts of your enemies, but also yourself because it’s just Too Much, you have two options. either u OWN IT or,
  • COVER YOUR SINS WITH MORE SINS.
  • in this step it’s time to break out the glittery/coloured/metallic eyeliners. my favs are gold or silver (HELL!! WEAR BOTH IF UR FEELING SAUCY!!) and trace over the very tippy top of your wing. HIDE THE IMPERFECTIONS WITH SHINY STUFF. NOBODY WILL EVER KNOW. NOBODY IS GETTING CLOSE ENOUGH TO YOUR FACE TO SEE ANYWAY.
  • “but what about my significant other??” you say.
  • NO
  • YOUR FACE IS OFF LIMITS. EVERYONE MUST STAY WITHIN ARMS DISTANCE. LEAVE ROOM FOR JESUS.
  • BONUS ROUND: if you’re feeling EXTREMELY saucy, try putting the coloured/sparkly/metallic eyeliner elsewhere. cupid’s bow? check. eyelid crease? CHECK. if you’re going for a classic line at the top of your regular eyeliner, try bringing it down all the way to the inner corner of your eye and doing a sort of reverse wing (if that makes any sense)
  • above all, remember
  • THIS IS FINE
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everybody say helo 2 bear and mouse!! 

mouse is the big scaredy-cat bear. he lovs cuddles and kisses and attention and tasty fish and bear 
bear is the sleepy boy. he lovs big swords and cool armour and long naps w his best buddy (that mouse)

anonymous asked:

I think Carol and Jerry can be a great couple. He's a good guy, handsome, big and strong like a teddy bear. He brought Carol cobbler. She saved his life. And I'm sure despite the difference in 20 years Cooper will never say ageist comment about Melissa or Carol. No mother-son shit From journalists and fans. Ever. What do you think of Carry?

Carol thinks he is cute. Have y’all seen the almost smile at the cobbler?

I have a feeling Jerry likes baking too. Cooper hasn’t been problematic yet.

I love this new ship!

Homeworld Dolls

Has this been done yet? I wondered why they included this bit, but it makes sense in contrast to Crying Breakfast Friends Crystal Gems.

Happy Bear

Happy Bara, strong and large. (Bara? Like bear? Lmao)

Sad Bunny

Poor Lapis.

Playful Kitty

Self explanatory. Cat-ch and release.

Update- Further evidence:

1. Jasper is actually shown smiling a lot, albeit in a creepy way, but that bear’s smile is kind of creepy too.

2. The moon is often associated with the ocean (Lapis), and rabbits are said to come from the moon in many east Asian cultures! (Which SU draws from)

The bear and bunny are also, you know, shown leaning on each other- together- in the image.

3. Outside of looking like a cat, Peridot is also the birth stone of August, the month for Leo, the lion- aka a cat (her hair even looks like a pointy mane.)

Homeworld gems confirmed to all have animal symbols. Drawing commence.

Ahem

If you’re going to insult any of the artists I post/reblog from, don’t do it in my inbox.  I don’t want to hear it, and I certainly will not publish any of it.

Especially if you’re on anon.  I adore all the artists I feature here, and NONE of them deserve hate of any kind. So, kindly fuck off and get out of this fandom because it doesn’t need people like you.

Thanks

a one time thing (and other untruths) (8/?)

Captain Swan. Modern AU.

“She supposes the reason she tells him is the same reason she kept his phone number after all those weeks." 

Notes: The next chapter! A lot happens in this one. Still working on the next one but it probably won’t be up for a few days. I’m really glad you guys are enjoying this so much. Hope you like this chapter, too. :) 

Wanna catch up? one two three four five six seven

eight.           

            After Henry’s birthday party things shift.

            He and Emma talk more, for starters. Texting throughout the week remains the same, but they start making a habit of talking on the phone, too. He has dinner with them a few days later—at Granny’s, Henry’s favorite place (and Emma’s new favorite, as well—she’s been craving pancakes, of all things, lately, and apparently Granny makes the best), and when Neal takes Henry for the weekend he and Emma spend some time together on their own.

(Because she mentions having to go to Target and there’s one not far from his apartment so he meets her and they share a bag of popcorn from the food court as they walk around. She buys soap and sponges and detergent and snacks for Henry, and a gallon of ice cream. He buys fabric softener and she teases him about it, and helps him pick out a new coffee mug because his broke. They wander over to the baby section and they realize that they’ll have to buy things like a crib and a car seat and a stroller.) (Which he’ll have to research first.) (She rolls her eyes when he tells her that, but there’s a fondness in the way she looks at him that creates a warmth in his chest.)

(She lingers on a pair of footie pajamas, made of material that’s softer than anything he’s ever felt, covered in small ducks.)

(He goes back for it the next day.)

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