that mischievous little shit

anonymous asked:

What are your favorite Louis being a mischievous little shit moments?!?

oh god there are so many

shooting at the paps with a nerf gun

watching the boys set up camp and doing nothing to help

stealing a pap’s phone and giving it to a random person

Things INFPs do
  • Really don’t like being in the spotlight.
  • Usually so nice and reserved that you just think of them as angels, but they’ll take advantage of that and be mischievous little shits when you least expect it. Beware.
  • Don’t usually like conflicts. They’re the people who think/say “You wanna fight?” because they’re so passionate about their opinions/principles, but they won’t actually fight you. 
  • Are all little puppies. Trust me, this is 100% proven science.
  • Talk about their day a lot to close friends because they like sharing the emotions so other people feel them too. If someone said something funny, they’ll tell you about it because they want you to laugh too. If they heard something sad, they’ll tell you about it so you’re both sad.
  • Have really wild imaginations, and are likely to vent out their feelings into a creative outlet. The things they write/draw are usually very abstract. Think William Blake. Or watercolor.
  • Fall in love with fictional characters a lot. This is something that happens to everyone, but they’re the people who will endlessly wait for their fictional characters to come back from war.
  • Compelled by things that are underrated, be it books, movies, characters.
  • Usually have a good fashion sense and a very subtly distinct way of dressing (if that makes sense). This can range anywhere from pastels and pleated skirts for one INFP to dark shirt and ripped jeans for another. They don’t underdress or overdress; they dress just right, and you look at them and think, “that’s just so you.”
  • Typical INFP:  (◡‿◡✿)

Mr: *Points to scary ass characters who bathe in the blood of their enemies*             CINNAMON ROLL

Me: *Points to cute, sweet little character with a slightly mischievous side*                 DEMONIC, SARCASTIC LIL SHIT

I imagine ghost!Hide being a mischievous little shit at the university library. He probably knocks books over and stuff. Then one day, Kaneki comes in early in the morning to find a nice new studying place and Hide just falls for him in an instant. Like how can someone be so cute? He gets so engrossed with studying Kaneki he totally forgets he was haunting the place.

here’s a proposition:

Instead of this horrible, awful Civil War that’s guaranteed to break all our hearts, I would like to see Bucky and Steve banding together and trolling the hell out of Tony like the mischievous little shits they actually are.

“You mean this is an actual thing that can make PHONE CALLS?  OMG Buck, remember when we were so poor we had to clean Missus Barney’s kitchen so we could use THEIR phone?”

“What is this Google you speak of?”

“Tony, since you’re technically his father, I would like to ask you for JARVIS’ hand in marriage…”

“Y’know, Stark Jr., I caught your old man eyeing Steve’s ass once.  Can’t say I blame him though.  It was and still is a really fine piece of art sculpted by God himself.”

#GrumpyOldMen

#ScandalizeTonyStark2k16

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Stark had hired you a few years ago, right before the whole Avengers thing started up, so you’ve really been there since the beginning. You’ve seen all the new Avengers trickle in, but only at glimpses. You’ve always been assigned to the lab, the Avengers more or less over looking you as a non threat, and you really were. You had a degree in chemistry and nuclear study, but you were 10004% harmless. 

Innocent? Not so much. 

Even someone who enjoys the art of Science needs some time to distract themselves, so when Bucky Barnes’ arm comes into the lab to get fixed up? You can’t help yourself. What? You’re a mischievous little shit. You own up to that title. 

Besides, you would make the effects temporary, and no one would get hurt.

Bucky liked playfully teasing and flirting when he came into the lab- if ever (Only with Steve.) and he found your more than quiet nature amusing. So if he found out that you’re not… 

And if things go wrong you could always run to Steve and he would protect you. The super soldier was nice to everyone, and wouldn’t let his big bad friend hurt you. 

“Stark! What the Hell did you do to my arm?!” Bucky stormed into the lab, you and Bruce pausing in your work, but Tony barely moved. 

“What?” He asked, tinkering with the bits of metal he had over there. 

“My arm. It’s acting fucky. What did you do to it?!” 

“I fixed it, made the toils in it more flexible, easier movements. I take it you noticed that?” 

Your mouth dropped open in amusement the red star on the upper arm opened again and confetti spurted out, accompanied with a popping sound, and then a trumpet. It’s a parade!! 

Tony did look up then, and you slowly made your way to the door so you wouldn’t get murdered. 

“Now I didn’t do that,” He said, looking at the red star as it closed up again as if nothing happened- the only evidence a pile of colourful paper on the floor. 

“No, he didn’t.” You said from the door. Waving cheekily when Bucky turned sharply to look at you. “Hi, it was me. Did you like the confetti touch?” You asked innocently, activating the automatic sliding doors to open. 

“Why doll, I’m surprised at you,” Bucky had all of a sudden got all calm, and gave you a serene.. Smirk. 

You gulped, and then nodded. “You must have been surprised at the first trumpet blast too,” You smirked back, not missing a beat. 

“Why you..” Bucky jerked forward and ran towards you so you booked it out of there. 

“Steve! Steve help me! Steve you gotta help! Steve!” You didn’t know where he was in the tower, but you knew he was here. And obviously he can’t say no to helping a damsel in distress. You heard Bucky’s footsteps pretty far back, because you could run, but you knew he was saving his stamina, and you weren’t. Hey! You said you could run! You didn’t say you could outrun the Winter Soldier!

“Don’t help her, punk. Don’t you dare help her!” Bucky’s voice was playful, as you guys pounded down hallways, you trying to lose him but you knew that would never happen. 

You were now the Winter Soldier’s prey. 

Maybe this wasn’t the most thought out plan ever… 

Things INFPs Do
  • Really don’t like being in the spotlight
  • Usually o nice and reserved that you just think of them as angels, but they’ll take advantage of that and be mischievous little shits when you least expect it. Beware.
  • Don’t usually like conflicts. They’re the people who think/say “You wanna fight?” because they’re so passionate about their opinions/principles, but they won’t actually fight you.
  • Are all little puppies. Trust me, this is 100% proven science.
  • Talk about their day a lot to close friends because they like sharing the emotions so other people feel them too. If someone said something funny, they’ll tell you about it because they want you to laugh too. If they heard something sad, they’ll tell you about it so you’re both sad.
  • Have really wild imaginations, and are likely to vent out their feelings into a creative outlet. The things they write/draw are usually very abstract. Think William Blake. Or watercolor.
  • Fall in love with fictional characters a lot. This is something that happens to everyone, but they’re the people who will endlessly wait for their fictional characters to come back from war.
  • Compelled by things that are underrated, be it books, movies, characters.
  • Usually have a good fashion sense and a very subtly distinct way of dressing (if that makes sense). This can range anywhere from pastels and pleated skirts for one INFP to dark shirt and ripped jeans for another. They don’t underdress or overdress; they dress just right, and you look at them and think, “that’s just so you.”
  • Typical INFP:  (◡‿◡✿)

we all grew up thinking louis was the mischievous manipulative little shit head and harry was the resigned accepting one shaking his head at everything but LISTEN. BUT LISTEN. WE WERE WRONG.

I had a dream last night that I ran a like, Pokemon daycare? In a school, and had to watch them while the students were taking tests and these three Eevees were being shits and kept trying to escape.

One of them came back as a Flareon and I was just like, “fuck” and hoped the kid would be excited and I wouldn’t get fired.

Then an Umbreon came in and I was like “Shit shit shit how did two of them evolve” but it turned out to be a dog painted to look like an Umbreon.

Annnnnnnnyway long story short Eevees are mischievous little shits who should not be trusted.