sDRAW 👏MICHAEL 👏MELL 👏IN 👏SKIRTS 👏YOU 👏COWARDS👏
In all seriousness, this was based on a text post you made about Michael in a skirt and HOO BOI IF I DONT FEEL THE SAME WAY!!!
But there is a severe lack of Michael and skirts in the BMC fandom so I am here to fix that. 👌👌👌
(((Also you’re really cool and this is getting too long so I’m just gonna awkwardly leave ok bye))) ——– omg yeeees more Michael in skiiiirts pleaaase!!! @gay-slushie aaah also hope its ok that i sketched a lil something of this~~ this pic is sooo cute and im weak lol
*I WAS IN THE STORE WHEN I WANTED TO MAKE AN IMAGINE ABOUT THIS, YOU’RE WELCOME LOVES AND THIS IS AN IMAGINE BECAUSE I JUST GOT TO 60 FOLLOWS, I’M ABSOLUTELY RIDICULOUS LMAO* - Admin
You waited for your boyfriend Stiles to get into your car so both of you could get away from the supernatural for awhile. You didn’t mind the supernatural, but you just never had enough time with your boyfriend anymore to do anything special. So you planned out the day for you and Stiles to have a day together, no Werewolves, no Banshees, no Deadpool, just you and Stiles.
Can you do a barry imagine where i have a
twin(barry doesnt know)where only hair+eye colors are different,im blond,blue
eyes,she’s the opposite,i’m a hero with ice powers, she’s a criminal and one
day she pretends to be me…?somethin like that?thx!
The twin has black hair and black eyes, and
she just comes to central city maybe when barry is at CCPD or maybe at STAR
LABS, and she just pretends she is me, she tries to act like me, she kisses
barry, and all that, but harry and iris starts to get suspicious, and they try
to see if it’s really me, then cisco gets a vibe that it isn’t me when he touches
the twins shoulder and i then suddenly appear there, and we fight and all that?
Me and barry are dating
A/N: In this imagine, it will switch from Y/N’s
POV to Barry’s ;)
SORRY THAT THIS TOOK AGES TO POST, IT TOOK ME A WHILE TO GET ENOUGH INSPIRATION TO FINISH IT. BUT IT’S FINALLY UP, SO I HOPE YOU ENJOY READING! :D
I grinned when I was filled with that feeling that
always overcame me. The feeling of doing some good around the
world, the feeling of being a superhero and saving Central City. It was worth
all the trouble for sure.
Flash bumped his shoulder against mine and I
smiled even wider. Then I glanced back at him and chuckled.
“You still get excited about it, huh?” Barry
teased me a little, wriggling his eyebrows.
“Shut up, Bar” I kissed my boyfriend on the
lips lightly, leaning my hands on his shoulders.
I took advantage of where my hands were and
pushed him a little.
“I’m just saying, you always get so giddy about it”
“Saving the world? Yeah, excuse me if I do” I
rolled my eyes, but then he kissed me in the cheek and made me smile again.
“It’s just that you’re so adorable when you
get excited” Barry chuckled cheerfully as he put his arms over my shoulders and
pushed me into him.
hey quick concept what if eddie was terrible at claw machines but overhears richie mentioning he wanted a certain stuffed animal from the one at the arcade so eddie spends all his money to get it for him. he misses every single time and ends up heading home that night with empty pockets and tears in his eyes. the losers (minus richie) find out about it the next day and decide to pitch in all their allowance money to help eddie win the stuffed animal. it takes four hours, two slushie breaks, and one of stan’s arms getting stuck in the machine for them to finally win the plushie. eddie then works up the courage to give it to richie after a few days and a very flustered richie tells him he was actually trying to win it for eddie,,,
bonus: the entire losers club beats the shit out of richie for making them waste their time and money he hasnt been seen in days someone send h
“Bitch, you thought Drain-O would kill me?” Heather asked as Veronica and JD entered the hospital room. Veronica winced when she saw the angry look on Heather’s face. “You sure have a lot of balls showing your face here. And just in case you’re here to try and finish the job-”
“Heather, please, we didn’t mean to.”
“Veronica, if the ambulance didn’t get to my house on time I would have died. What do you mean, didn’t mean to? I had to get my fucking stomach pumped of Drain-O!”
“It was just a joke-we were messing around downstairs when JD accidentally grabbed the wrong cup.”
“Wrong cup? Veronica, you wrote a suicide note for me! They want to keep me here until they see to, and I quote, "not be a harm to myself and others.”.“
"Why didn’t you tell them about us?” JD asked the blonde glaring at them.
“Because I love seeing people helpless and desperate. Now give me one fucking reason why I shouldn’t tell everybody you two psychos tried killing me.”
“Both of you should be on your knees while you’re doing this.” Veronica’s started at her as she blinked annoying Heather, “Bitch, did I fucking stutter? Both of you, on your knees.” Heather waved the nurse call button for emphasis. Veronica reluctantly did so, but JD was still standing as he took a sip of his slushie.
“I’m not doing it.”
“JD please, if I get arrested then I can’t go to college and-”
“JD, please.” The teen hesitated before rolling his eyes and getting down on his knees next to Veronica.
“Aw, isn’t that adorable? Both of you down on your knees ready to beg? Veronica take his slushie.”
“Take it.” The girl in the blue blazer too the drink from the other teen as a smirk crossed Heather’s face. “Now dump it on him.”
“You heard me.” Taking off the lid she tipped the cup over on JD’s head. Heather burst out laughing as he tried wiping it out of his eyes while Veronica tried to avoid eye contact with him out of guilt. “Oh my God, I can’t believe you actually did that.”
“Yeah, so are you happy now?”
“Nope. Now I want you to lick it off.”
“No! That’s just-gross and disgusting and-”
“Trust me Ronnie, that’s not the worst blue stuff you can drink.” Heather dangled the button in front of the two. “Besides your his girlfriend, right? This shouldn’t be a problem for you. As you said a few nights ago, lick it up baby~” Heathers condescending voice annoyed the two as Veronica and JD got awkwardly choose before Veronica suck her tongue on JD’s face before quickly pulling back. “Does lil’ Ronnie have a problem?”
“Heather, seriously what do you want? We’re-”
“You’re,” JD added in making Veronica glare at him before looking back at Heather.
“Both very sorry. But we aren’t doing this weird ass shit.”
“I could just call a nurse then.”
“Heather if you were going to you’d have done it by now.” Heather’s moment of hesitation let Veronica know she was right in her assumption.
“Fine…you’re right. But you do know you owe me for trying to kill me, right?”
“Wish we finished the job.”
“Nah, it probably would have been better if you did. But I actually do need something.” Heather lifted her other arm slightly showing off the strap holding it to the bed. “This place is shitty and nobody’s come to see me yet, not even daddy, and I could really use a smoke right now. Go get me some…please.” The teen looked at Heather surprised when she said that. “Come on, we don’t have all day. This place gets more depressing by the minute.”
I was thinking about the beginning of Voices In My Head where Jeremy’s Dad, Michael, and Rich each give Jeremy advice on how to confess. I’ve seen a picture of Jeremy using his dad’s advice as well Michael’s advice and I’ve seen a picture of Rich using his own advice but I haven’t seen Michael use his own advice. Maybe I haven’t looked hard enough but yeah. If you happen to know of any, please let me know.
Now my true intentions of this post.Which makes me think, can you just imagine Rich confessing to Michael with his advice.
Rich: You excite me sexually!
Michael: *takes long sip of slushie*
Michael: *chokes as the realization of what Rich said*
(Bonus points if it’s in front of their friends. Who reacted before Michael then laughed at him when it finally hit him.)
133. “Slushies aren’t just for kids, fuck society.”
It’s been a long day. The kind that makes you wish you’d never even gotten out of bed at all.
To start, it was your boss catching you on your way off the elevator to request a five minute turnaround time on the kind of report he knew full well took an hour to run. From there, it was back-to-back meetings, a barrage of follow up phone calls and a complete fail in the copy room as you struggled to fix a paper jam.