this looks a bit like poison ivy too

It was the end of the day and you wanted to do nothing more than go home, go to bed and have your wonderful husband of 4 years warm you up.

“Fili?” You walked into your home, calling for your husband.

You could hear him rustling about somewhere in your home, but you hadn’t seen him yet.

“Fee? You’re here?” As you heard a bang coming from the bathroom, you frowned and walked towards the noises.

“Wait! Just wait!” You stopped by the bed, your hand resting against the bed post as Fili stumbled out of the room.

His hair was not in its usual curls and braids, but rather sticking up every which way. You furrowed your eyebrows and walked towards him, wondering what was going on with him.

“Fili, what’s going on?” He had a frustrated look on his face as he sctrathed his head.

“I was hunting with Kili. My jackass brother pushed me into a bush of poison ivy. And I got some in my hair.” You pursed your lips and tried now to laugh as the normally cool and collected Fili Durin, had both hands in his hair, scratching.

“Oh Fili..” You couldn’t help yourself as a giggle followed by another and another.

You felt bad for your poor husband, but the image of Fili scratching his head like he was dying, was too hard not to laugh at.

“Help me!” You bit your bottom lip and grabbed his hand, before pulling him into the bathroom.

“I’ll help, don’t worry.” You sighed and brushed his hair out of his face.

“You poor dwarf.” You tugged him towards the bathtub and started filling it.

“I’ll help you feel better. Don’t worry.” You stood behind Fili, smirking as his hands were still in his hair, scratching.

“Keep scratching and you’ll make your head bleed.” You walked to one of the counters in the bathroom and picked up a bottles.

“Kili. I’ll kill him. I will this time.” You scoffed and walked back to your husband, kneeling behind him.

“Move your hands.” Fili hesitantly dropped his hands, and then you dumped a bottle onto his head, and wired your own fingers through his hair.

“Oh Mahal…that feels so good.” You laughed at Fili’s over excitement at getting his head scratched, earning you a little glare from the prince.

“It’s not funny.” You shook your head and worked your fingers against his scalp, working the liquid solution into his hair.

“It is funny, Fili. It’s hilarious. Wasn’t it just last week that you played some practical joke on Thorin? Which he did not find funny by the way. His very pregnant wife almost went into labour because she was laughing so hard.” You bit your lip as Fili squirmed under your fingertips.

“That was kili’s idea. I just went along with it to make sure he didn’t get killed. And Thorin’s wife wanted to go into labour. She was done being pregnant and had reached her full gestation.” You nodded and removed your hands from your scalp, standing to wipe off your hands.

“Leave that for a while, Fili. I’ll come back to check on you in a bit.” You walked to the exit of the bathroom, smiling widely at Fili’s uncomfortableness.

You would never tell him, ever, but it was you who told Kili to push him on the poison ivy bush. After all, Fili couldn’t possibly think he was the only one who had a mischievous side.

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It’s The AOMG Style (Gray X Reader)

Requested by anon. I hope this is what you meant, I took a wild guess and this is what I decided to go with. Enjoy!

Originally posted by grayground

Growing up in a latino household was great, you got access to great spicy food, you were billingual which made it easier for you to learn languages since you practised it since you were born, your mother bleassed you with a beautiful body, you weren’t like the instagram models but you were not a stick thing either, althought you recently learned to love those settle curves, the magazines had done a pretty good job at making you believe they were not acceptable.

Since you were a toddler you loved to dance, it was like you were born to do that, all different kinds of dancing, from ballet to zumba, from hiphop to tango, you did everything, you practised until your socks were red from the blood, you had bruised, you had busted a couple of your ribs, but you still kept going.

You posted videos on isntagram like it was a religion. All kinds of different shit, but there was this one video of you doing a salsa dance with your male partner to jay’s song ‘all I wanna do’. People loved it and his fans made it a mission to make him see it, after tons of tagging on instagram and twitter, he finally stumbled upon it and he was impressed, he could tell that you knew what you were doing, you had years of experience and it was extremely obvious.

He got in contact with you almost instantly, he wanted you in his team no matter what it takes. Since you were a fan of his you agreed and started doing your paperwork, while learning the language and the culture. You already knew the basics of the language and the basics of the culture, so you became a sponge that sucked in every little piece of information, you even practised it on daily bases before you went there. everything was set for your arrival.

He had let you rest on the first day.While you were sleeping the day away, he was explaining to everyone about you, the most interested one was Seonghwa.

“Is she the salsa dancer?”


Seonghwa had seen the video, he found you attractive, he was already following you on insta and he felt very excited to meet you, although he hid it under his poker face


Seonghwa made it his mission to be around you. After the first meeting he was even more interested in you, he showed you around the studio and the city, talking to you in a mix of English and Korean and some sign language, pointing and making weird things with your hands to understand.

He helped you with your Korean, every day he would teach you new words and writting. Jay was confused by his behavior, Seonghwa was not really a touchy feely guy, it took him some time to warm up to someone, but with you it was like another person took over his body. He didn’t understand why


That was until he found you two sneaky foxes making out in the studio. Seonghwa had forgotten to lock the door and you were to into it to think about it. You couldn’t really explain how did it happened, you were practising in your korean with him, you finally got to say a difficult word correctly and hugged him out of joy, when you looked at him your lips just collided.

“What just happened?”

You asked after pulling away. He was the first one to unwrap his arms from your body, looking down on the floor completely embarassed

“I’m sorry, I….”

“Do it again”

He looked up at you with wide eyes, he wasn’t expecting that reply. He let himself go and just kissed you again. After that you sneaked around like teenagers. You were scared of Jay’s reaction.

But there was just this one day where Jay busted in the studio and caught you straddling his lap with his hands on your ass

“I knew it!”

He yelled, closing the door so he can run and tell everyone. It was official, you were a couple now


Seonghwa never really liked halloween, since in Korea it’s not really a big of a deal, but you were going all in, it was the best time of the year, dressing like an idiot - for example a giraffe or a pregnant zombie woman or a ninja turtle- and it was completely acceptable. Jay was with you on this one, he threw a big halloween party, but since you knew Seonghwa was not in it you decided to make him like it. Dressing up as the legendary poison ivy, with the tight green suit and the long red wig and the make up, he couldn’t keep his mouth closed and his hands away from you.

He knew something like this would happen, you looked too good to avoid it. He could sense the looks as soon as you both walked in the room, him dressed up as batman and you as poison ivy, no one was looking at him every male person in the room had their eyes on you. You didn’t care, you had eyes for only one person, and that was Seonghwa.

You stood by his side all night, talking, dancing, joking with the others, drinking, everything, he was scared to let you go.

“You want a drink?


He was so relaxed and a bit tipsy, he forgot that it was a bit risky to let you go alone, walking next to the drunk hormones.

You told the bartender your order and waited for your drinks, until you felt a strange hand around you, that was definetely not Soenghwa. His hands were soft and gentle, this was brutal and stronger. You turned around and pushed him away

“What the hell?”

“Come on baby don’t be a bitch”

The clearly drunk man slurred, he went in for a kiss but you managed to dodge him and push him away even further.

“Get the fuck off of me”

You yelled, rage written all over your face and it was crystal clear by the tone of your voice. He just smirked and grabbed your neck, you froze at your position, fear took over you as you looked straight into his scary eyes. You bit your lip as you struggled to rip his hand away from you.

“Don’t act like you don’t want it, look at the way you are dressed”

You didn’t have time to react, he was ripped off of you and pushed down to the floor. You looked at the person that saved you, it was jay who was dressed as aquaman (pun intented)

“She said get off of her, you’re not only an asshole, you are fucking deaf too?”

The dude decided to back away and you immidiately found shelter in jay’s arms, your heart was beating fast and your hands were shaking. He hugged you back and checked for any bruises

“You’re okay sis?”

You and Jay had developed a very close friendship, you were both very sarcastic and liked to joke around so you clicked, poking fun at each other and joining forces so you can prank someone. He felt protective over you, that’s why he entervened when he saw how scared you looked.

“I will be, thank you Jay”

“Seonghwa is looking for you”

You nodded and walked to the booth, yousat next to him and wrapped your arms in a tight hug, feeling his arms around you and being able to smell his cologne made you feel better, a bit more safe.

“Hey baby, what happened?”

“Nothing, I just want hug you”

He could tell something is wrong, he knew was went wrong. Someone scared you and he wasn’t happy about it, but decided to shut his mouth and just rub your back, thankfull that you are fine. He looked at Jay who came to the booth seconds after your arrival. By the look on his face Seonghwa’s thoughts were confirmed, making him wrap his hands tighter.

“Thank you”

He mouthed, Jay just smiled at him. He was just doing what he had to do, you were his homie and you were his best friends girl, and that means you are family. It’s the AOMG style.

A Thousand Natural Shocks - Chapter 13


 fresh off the presses, unedited (probably unwise of my part but Bad Decisions are my thing!) it’s the final countdown, my dudes

Summary: Thirty years ago, Stanley Pines made a deal. Now, in the wake of Bill’s defeat and his brother’s disappearance, Ford begins to unravel Stan’s dark secrets. Neverhuman AU by @notllorstel

“I don’t understand,” Ford said weakly, wide eyes fixated at his brother’s increasingly vague form. Cloth and flesh and bone disintegrated like tissue in water, and what lied underneath… reminded him of the rip in reality Bill had shown him decades ago, when he had first confronted him about his lies and manipulations. It was not a pleasant realization. “Stanley, what’s - what’s happening to you?”

WHAT’S they said, grimaced, and tried again. “What’s been happenin’ ever since Bill ripped the rift right open, Sixer. The moment that happened… everything came rushin’ back in. It was as if I never used Fidds’ memory wiper in the first place. …Hey, Ford. How long’s it been since Weirdmageddon started?”

“Five,” he said quietly, voice barely a rasp. “It’s been five days.”

“Good,” said Stanley with deep satisfaction. “Proved that triangle bastard wrong.”

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anonymous asked:

If you're not busy could you tell us a little more about your poison ivy? Is she more human in appearance or plant like? How long has she and Harley been together?

Pamela Isley was tall and pale and freckly with green eyes and curly red hair. Poison Ivy is about the same, except her skin has gone a bit green and in some places you can see the dark green lines of her veins the way you could on a leaf. Her freckles are green, now, too. She looks a little corpsey, but in the way that a vampire looks like a corpse. She didn’t become Poison Ivy until a year or two after Harley Quinn’s debut. They met in Arkham and they almost immediately hit it off. They’ve been polyamorous girlfriends basically ever since.



A Zastava O-PAP M70 with an interesting paint job and bit of art. Generally speaking, when you completely refinish/repaint a rifle, you risk lowering the value, even on a new gun that isn’t collectable. Most gun owners don’t want someone’s paint job on a gun they’re looking for. I do kind of like the fact the magazine is still partially black; duo-tone can be a nice aesthetic. The Poison Ivy graphic isn’t too bad either. (GRH)