this looks like shit i give up

Do you know what’s really shit?

The really fucking shitty questions the boys are getting asked in the US.

Reporters listen up please.

Like I’m 100% down for the BTS boys getting more attention because they all have the most beautiful souls and they’re incredibly talented, but for real, I don’t give two shits about what American food they like bc it’s not like American food is anything special c’mon guys. I don’t fucking want to know who their celebrity crush is 37362728 times, from the looks of it, it doesn’t seem like the boys want to keep saying it either.

If you ignorant reporters actually did your research into the group you could actually ask them about that HUGE project that they’ve just announced with UNICEF, yk that MASSIVE piece of charity work they organised themselves? Or maybe talk through the fact that they’re making history by performing on American TV shows? Or idk the fact that they have just released a huge album that charted across the whole world?

But no, if you want to keep asking them pointless, shitty questions then go ahead. ARMY aren’t going to be doing your job for you.

Well… umm… I can’t seem to find the original post because I actually took a screenshot of it on my phone a couple of years back.

Anyway, sorry again for the shitty translation. If I remember correctly, Isayama answered what kind of person Levi and Erwin would like.

Levi: A person who silently walks 3 steps behind him. Who looks clean and likes cleanliness.

Erwin: A person who understands his job, supports it and never gives up.

I can totally imagine Petra following Levi around like a stray dog/cat. /shot

People, If it ain’t obvious, I’m a die hard Rivetra shipper so please, don’t say shitty things about my ship since I won’t say shit about yours. 😁

anonymous asked:

I HAVE SO MANY FEELINGS ABOUT THE NEW CLIP AND IVE WATCHED SIX TIMES AND ALL THE FRICKING MICROEXPRESSIONS I AM DYING like I could write a whole fucking novel about those two minutes like holy shit pardon my french but SHIT look at them they’re so precious I am in awe and gOSH DARN IT MARTIN’S LITTLE “mmmm” WHEN SHE HUGS HIM THAT RIGHT THERE THAT IS HOW I DIED

I screamed, watched it 5 times, messaged everyone I know who might give a shit, watched in 10 more times, and then DIED when the gifs started going up. TODAY IS A GOOD DAY 💖💖💖

hrt appreciation post here we go

(it’s long so prepare or scroll really fast if you wanna pass it)

me, 1993, wtf is a gender i wear diapers for god sakes 

late 90s, rockin some shades and some crazy sweaters even though i live in FL (still do that to this day)

time jump to… early 2000s, flexin and loving dogs (still doing that to this day wassup somethings never change)

oh wow here comes Middle School™ and the emo phase begins (sadly no pics during the emo phase)

oh shit what up 2008 scene phase yes that is a STAY BRUTAL™ sweater) 

then ya boy calmed down a bit and stopped giving a fuck about impressing ppl (idk why I thought being scene was impressive dont ask)

ya boy graduated HS and was free to do whatever to his hair so colors were everywhere but also was the time when his self worth was at his lowest and was dressing and looking how he thought people would want so he could get them to like him (ew right?) 

ya boy got his very first mohawk and rocked that shit for a few years

dis is some pics of the year he starts questioning his gender identity and after 6 months of research and “soul searching” decides to start HRT

yo boy is SIX MONTHS ON T !!! and starting to grow facial hair B)

YO BOY IS ONE (1) YR ON T AND JUST HAD TOP SURGERY! but also shaved his head a few months back and feels hella ugly lol 

fwd and we are now 1.5 years on T ! Hair is finally coming in and he’s look decent these days.

WHOOOA LONG HAIR WHO DIS!!! YA BOYS TWO (2) YEARS ON T !!! and 1 YR POST OP! Feeling amazing tbh

ooo shit we winding down now yall

ya boy is Two (2) years and 3 months on T and thankful every day that his blood work came back with the all clear to start T, thankful for his support group and friends/family that love and support him (shout out to my sister), thankful for how well he’s transitioned even though it was long and hard on the mental state a lot of the time, he pushed through and came out the other end smiling and happy in his skin. Thankful every day that he can afford to start on HRT, thankful every day for all the support he gets online from kind words to donations that helped afford top surgery + donations I got when he was filing for the name change as well. 

I’m posting this in hopes that it helps anyone who needs it. I’m a huge believer in doing things for yourself and making sure your happiness/comfort is always first before someone else’s. I hope it gives inspiration and motivation to those who are scared to transition in fear of what their families will think, in fear of how they will transition, fear of all the nerve wracking things that comes with HRT. Hoping that it shows you, that while HRT isn’t an over night fix, that takes time and a lot of hard days but in the end, you come out on top. It’s still a struggle some days but nothing compared to the days when I was pre-T. 

Feel free to message me if you have any questions about HRT with T and I’m happy to answer to the best of my ability!

My name is NIkk and I’m non binary! He/him pronouns =)

anonymous asked:

I'm honestly crying because I just now realized my anatomy is such shit and I don't know how to keep it cartoony but accurate at the same time… Any tips?

everyone should start w a basic grasp of anatomy before delving into stylized cartoony stuff, but its actually not nearly as hard as it looks/sounds. figure drawing from reference pictures is a lot easier than making up cartoonish styles in ur head, because the learning curve is so sharp.

just start drawing people you see- watch youtube videos that show candid crowds, pause it for a bit and give yourself like 1-5 minutes to quickly draw the pose and figure, and then let it go and move on to the next pose. make em vary in size from whole page to half page to ¼ page, knock out like 10 in one session, and after a few sessions i guarantee youll notice a difference. focus first on the angle & twist of the torso, and then on the pose of the arms & legs, and THEN on fleshing it out/lightly shading. its really easy to pick up, and once youre comfortable with it, you can try simplifying your linework a ton and exaggerating shit to get cartoon-y looks you enjoy that actually look 1000x better because the human eye/brain can make way more sense of them.

pacific rim: i guess if we give one of the jaegers a sword to rip a kaiju apart at some point of the movie it’d look cool as fuck my guys so do it

pacific rim uprising: bitch we gonna have double swords in a single jaeger, a spike hammer in another one and also we gonna give one of the jaegers a motherfucking whip like indiana jones is piloting this shit bc why not now make them square tf up. amazing.

me being (very) brutally honest with the signs

Aries- You’re such a goddamn hothead all the goddamn time. Not everyone likes to be constantly doing something every second of every day. You get angry with people for the smallest and most trivial reasons but god forbid someone take a dig at you. You’re such a hypocrite and it’s annoying as fuck. You act like an edgy teenager that’s constantly throwing a tantrum. You also boss people around and expect everyone to just follow your lead and if they don’t, you get pissed at them for having a mind of their own. You seriously need to take a look at your life and stop seeing everything as a fucking challenge that’s rigged against you. My god, I get tired just being in your presence. 

Taurus- You’re a lazy fuck and way too materialistic and possessive. You literally have no desire to do anything because you love to sit on your ass. You take “treat yourself” to a whole new level and not in a healthy way whatsoever. It seems like every chance you get you cause arguments and then you contradict whatever the other person is saying just because you can’t look at anything from a different point of view. Even if you get to the point where you realize you’re in the wrong and the other person is right, you’ll just continue to argue for the sake of arguing and god forbid your ego take even the slightest blow. It’s irritating as shit like you really think you know best when in reality you’re just a stubborn bitch. What a bore.

Gemini- Look, I know you guys get a lot of flak. But take this into consideration…… it’s because most if not all of it is FUCKING TRUE. You have so many different personalities I don’t know which one is even real. You gossip 24/7 and flip-flop between who you talk to and who you talk about. You’re completely unreliable and unpredictable and also clingy as fuck. Seriously, I feel like I can’t get away from you. I just want to go to the bathroom, I don’t need to hear the story right now about how Sarah said that Dylan said that Kimberly found a sock in the dryer that wasn’t hers. Literally no one cares. Another thing that you do is once you get tired of someone, you just throw them away like garbage. (Also Trump is a gemini, and I know you guys can’t control that but like come on. Of course he’s a gemini.)

Cancer- You really need to stop being so whiny or I’m actually going to lose it. Everyone has problems so stop acting like such a victim all the goddamn time. You’re so moody all the time and you act like a small child that needs to have their diaper changed. You also cling onto people as soon as you meet them and cry if someone doesn’t answer your text within 5 fucking minutes. Don’t you have your own life to live? Oh wait, I forgot you spend every second in a dark room and refuse to come outside unless it’s to answer the door because you ordered shitty takeout. You consider changing your clothes adventurous and honestly it’s so boring. Introverted doesn’t even describe you, you’re more like a complete hermit (CRAB. HA!)

Leo- Hey leo, wow, are you actually reading this? I’m kind of shocked because I never thought you’d ever stop looking at yourself in the mirror. Seriously, you’re probably the most vain sign out of all of us. So much so that if someone criticizes you in even the smallest way, you get so offended and act like you’ve been shot in the chest. You think so highly of yourself, and while it’s great to have confidence, you take it to the next level, which is extreme arrogance. You love to have the conversation focused around you. You’re the type of friend that if someone is telling you about their problem or just their day in general, you’ll interrupt them and start talking about yourself and it’s DAMN ANNOYING. How do you still have friends?

Virgo- I’m gonna tell you right now, you’re not as perfect as you think you are. You’re so quick to critique other people that you write them off as not good enough before even getting to know them. You’re the type of person that would tell their friend that they were breathing too loudly. For fucks sake, you’re such an over analyzing pedant it makes me want to slap you in the face with my fucking asymmetrical hand. Your pessimism is damn near blinding, I probably wouldn’t want to hang around you for more than 10 minutes or you’d make me feel self conscious about how I fucking walk or some shit. You can’t take or make a joke. You’re skeptical about everything and you’re completely inflexible. You like to think of yourself as an intellectual but really you’re stuck up, narrow minded and someone I constantly find myself rolling my eyes at.

Libra- You are manipulative as shit. You’ll tell someone they look good without even looking up from your phone. You lie all the time and don’t really give a fuck if you hurt other people’s feelings because you really only look out for yourself. You’re also a huge fucking coward. When your friends need you to have their back and actually be there for them, you run and hide and say, “Oh sorry I just didn’t want to get involved!”. What a lame fucking excuse for ditching your friend in their time of need. You’re also extremely indecisive to the point where it’ll take you 3 hours just to choose where you want to go eat. It’s tiring as fuck. Just MAKE A CHOICE FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE. Have your own fucking opinion. You’re like a goddamn sheep.

Scorpio- Why the FUCK are you so aggressive for no fucking reason? You manipulate people just for the fun of it. You get jealous so easily and usually you don’t even have a reason to be jealous. You just are. It’s pathetic. You like to think that you’re so cool and mysterious but in reality people just see you as a moody and brooding asshole that no one really wants to bother getting to know. I mean, why would they? What’s the point? Every time someone even tries to get close to you, you completely brush them off and act like you don’t care about them because keeping your “mystifying” aura is soo important to you. And if you do let someone in, you treat them like they’re your possession and it’s creepy as hell. You obsess over them and you want to control them. God forbid they hang out with someone that isn’t you and then you resent them for no goddamn reason other than having a life of their own. Do me a favor scorpio and don’t talk to me.

Sagittarius- Honestly if a sag is reading this, you’re just straight up getting a taste of your own medicine. You’re tactless as shit and it makes me not want to be around you, ever. You’re inconsiderate of others and impatient with everyone. If someone isn’t moving up to your standards you will become agitated and aggressive and then you take it out on the person. You constantly need to be doing something else because your attention span lasts about 2 fucking seconds. You act like an 8 year old. You’re also really superficial. You don’t bother getting to know the deeper layers of a person because, like I said, you’re impatient and also just plain lazy. You take people for granted and are careless when handling the feelings of people closest to you. You’re also a really self-obsessed know-it-all. Go climb a fucking tree, sag.

Capricorn- Four words. Lighten. The fuck. Up. You are by far the most power-hungry of all the signs. You take everything so completely seriously that I don’t even know if you understand what “fun” even is. You always have to have two feet on the ground at all times and you can never ever be spontaneous and it’s so fucking dull. You’re conservative and disdainful nature can be so overbearing at times that even your friends need to get away from you. That is, if you have friends. You’re a complete pessimist so who knows if anyone can actually tolerate that. You constantly have to be the most successful person in a room, and you make sure you reach this level of success through abusive and controlling behavior towards the people around you. Your selfishness grosses me out.

Aquarius- I asked you what time it was. I didn’t ask you if I was afraid of time passing or the fact that it’s a manmade construct. For fucks sake, just shut the fuck up about this deep shit for once. I don’t want to contemplate how large the universe really is at fuckin 8:30 am on a Monday. You’re rebellious even when it doesn’t matter and honestly all it does is piss people off. You’re constantly trying to deviate from the norm that you make the same fucking mistakes that other people already made, but you don’t fucking learn from other people’s mistakes because you always have to go your own way. Maybe listen to other people for once? You’re the most detached sign out of all of them and you hurt people by acting aloof all the fucking time but you don’t care because you chalk it up to “this is who I am!!! I need my freedom!!!!”. You need to actually think about how your actions affect people you care about because if you don’t, you’re REALLY gonna end up alone and you won’t be able to do a damn thing about it. 

Pisces- You need to stop feeling sorry for yourself all the time and get it through your head that you’re not always the damn victim. You don’t take responsibility for your actions and you always find a way to blame it on someone else because you’re NEVER in the wrong, are you? Poor little pisces. You’re not as innocent as you want everyone to believe. You’re constantly daydreaming and it becomes really annoying when I’m trying to talk to you and you just completely zone out because you love living in your little imaginary world. You’re the WORST at solving your own problems and conflicts because instead of dealing with them you just avoid it all together and end up leaving the mess for someone else to clean up. You’re really nosy- you love to get in other people’s business. But you don’t go to the person directly, you have to be sneaky about it and gather rumors from other people. You’re also very over-sensitive. Out of all the signs, you’re by far the most likely to respond to this post saying how this isn’t true and that I’m just a “big fat meany!!!” and then add a bunch of angry/crying emojis.


(disclaimer: Don’t worry, I don’t really hate your sign (unless you’re a  * * * * * * … lmao). This was just for fun and I know it’s harsh. Don’t take it too personally. You’re an individual and ultimately you determine who you really are. Except for you, * * * * * * . Fuck you.) 

Someone please explain to me how is Logan harder to draw dancing than Roman,

shit Peaches has said whilst playing Destiny 2

“Listen, you can’t pick up chicks if you ain’t Raid ready.”

“Shoot it in the nips before it teleports again.”

“Hold square to give birth to progress.”

“You should be able to ‘dismantle’ non-responsive Tinder matches for additional swipes.”

“HA! Look at these Sparrow-less chumps. IT’S LEG DAY, LOSERS. PICK UP YOUR KNEES.”

“Do you think Lord Shaxx is single?”

“Drop the shield before I shove it up your turtle ass.”

“I can’t do a Raid with blue boots. That’s like going to the club in Sketchers.”

TAG YOURSELF- LOSER'S CLUB EDITION
  • BILL:
  • •the mum friend
  • •probably a socialist
  • •scared of nothing
  • •depressed but in denial about it
  • •gets all the romantic attention
  • •into vintage stuff
  • •makes u cry all the time
  • •a cutie
  • •likes dogs
  • STANLEY:
  • •fuck this shit i'm out
  • •has nice hair
  • •always late or never turns up
  • •would actually kill himself
  • •wears expensive shirts
  • •the Obscure Friend™
  • •behaves like a virgo but isn't a virgo
  • •scared of cats
  • •takes the nicest photos
  • MIKE:
  • •broke out of a conservative family
  • •has an anime backstory
  • •nearly been killed about 8 times
  • •smells of books
  • •doesn't fight back bc he doesn't want to seem rude
  • •the quiet one with all the ideas
  • •lets you copy his homework
  • •too cool for the squad but was adopted in anyway
  • BEVERLY:
  • •a bit unstable but still lovely
  • •stands for shit from no one
  • •hates boys but isn't gay
  • •could make a binbag look nice
  • •ur mum doesn't like her
  • •has 1 friend
  • •probably writes poetry in the bath
  • •I DON'T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT MY BAD REPUTATION
  • •secretly taught herself karate in year 9
  • EDDIE:
  • •so far in the closet he's seen Narnia
  • •biggest mummy's boy since Norman Bates
  • •uses big words to make up for his height
  • •carries hand sanitiser and would probably drink it tbh
  • •trying his best
  • •prepares for his death if he catches a cold
  • •always injures himself on group outings
  • •buys kids' tickets and gets away with it
  • BEN:
  • •got hot eventually
  • •knows everything bc he lives on wikipedia
  • •will win every game of jenga
  • •definition of a nerd
  • •listens to awful mum rock
  • •terrible at flirting
  • •just happy to be here
  • •can't get a girlfriend
  • •terrible handwriting
  • •probs writes conspiracy theories in his spare time
  • RICHIE:
  • •the BIGGEST GAY
  • •works 72 hour shifts so he can afford nice watches
  • •looks good in leather
  • •can blag the whole squad into any party
  • •wears cuban heels and carries a zippo
  • •literally everyone likes him
  • •somehow has gossip about everyone
  • •likes obscure indie music and adidas
  • •would rather die than go to the circus
  • •has fucked your mother
‘ Gordon Ramsay ’ Quotes Starters

Warning!! A lot of cursing.

❝ It’s fucking RRAAAWWWWW! ❞
❝ Fucking idiot. ❞
❝ You best be jokin’. ❞
❝ Don’t billshit me! ❞
❝ Donkey! ❞
❝ I wouldn’t feed that to my dog. ❞
❝ I wouldn’t serve that on DEATH ROW! ❞
❝ Come the fuck on! ❞
❝ FUCK OFF! ❞
❝ Tastes like it’s been microwaved. ❞
❝ ITS FROZEN AND RRAAAWWWWW! ❞
❝ YOU CAN’T STORE COOK MEAT AND RAW MEAT TOGETHER YOU FUCKING IDIOT! ❞
❝ THOSE POOR BASTARDS! ❞
❝ Disgusting! ❞
❝ In fifteen minutes, I will clear all that furniture and put it back in my van. And this shit here, I’ll put it back in there. ❞
❝ How the fuck did you burn ice-cream?! ❞
❝ I’ll get you more pumpkin, and I’ll ram it right up your fucking ass. Would you like it whole, or diced? ❞
❝ There is more olive oil on this than Popeye’s dick! ❞
❝ You put so much ginger in this, it’s a Weasley. ❞
❝ ____, You’re a first class cunt. ❞
❝ Hey! Excuse me, Madam! Fuck me?! How about fuck you! ❞
❝ I swear to god, this is the kind of shit you expect Tiger Woods to T-off with. ❞
❝ If I tell you to get out there I don’t give a fuck if you got a thong up your fat crack. GET OUT THERE! ❞
❝ Don’t whistle at me I’m not your fucking dog, you look more like a dog than I do. ❞
❝ You’re cooking in a burned pan you fucking dick! ❞
❝ I’m watching you like a fucking hawk, you know why? *Whispers in ear* I want you out. ❞
❝ You seriously surprised me…. Of how shit you are. ❞
❝ You act like the female version of Hannibal Lecter. ❞
❝ I’m done standing here with a bunch of idiots. Fuck you all. ❞
❝ What we are waiting on? I’M ON SOME FUCKING TALENT!! ❞
❝ I’m calling out orders, and you’re confused! And you’re confused! And you’re at the end of your dick! ❞
❝ It’s like a bison’s penis! What is that shit?! ❞
❝ Right now? I rather eat poodle shit than put that in my mouth. ❞
❝ Where’s the lamb SAUCE!? ❞
❝ Fuck off you useless sack of fucking Yankee Danky Doodle shit. ❞
❝ Fucking sue me. ❞

  • So Steph had a rough childhood right?
  • She literally became a vigilante to keep batman from destroying her villainous dad
  • Her dad is an asshole
  • Her mom tried her best
  • But not good enough that she turns to a man who dresses like a bat nightly for a parental figure
  • Anyways
  • Imagine the batfam having a movie night
  • Literally her and babs being the only ones who aren’t adopted
  • Anyways so they’re watching some 90s live action Disney movie her and Dick picked out
  • And she starts talking about how she always wanted like a bedazzler hair gun or a Barbie dream house or a bike
  • And babs is shook
  • Steph tells them she made her own paper dolls out of cardboard and paper
  • Bitch made her own suit she is crafty
  • Dick is trying not to cry
  • Jason and Cass are sympathetic they had very little until they were adopted
  • Damian is just confused because he’s a murder cult prince and has had more than most successful adults his entire life
  • Bruce is litterLY HEARTBROKEN
  • The next day they all haul ass to the mall
  • Babs in the lead getting all the 90s inspired fashion stuff from Clair’s and JP and Macies like Barbie sweaters and printed leggings and 90s cartoon print everything and fucking leg warmers and scrunchies.
  • Dick in the lead with 90 to early 2000 toys getting her all the Barbie shit and like a hair braiding and bedazzling gun and like orbez spa foot bath and fun little outside toys like a bubble machine and those hotch skotch balls that you put on one foot and spin the ball as you jump. Too many water and nerf guns. Some of those are for the whole family.
  • A PURPLE BIKE WITH STREAMERS A BASKET AND A BELL
  • They put a batman sticker on it
  • They also buy a twister mat and box sets of the Amanda show, Drake and josh, rugrats, catdog, pinky and the brain, ducktales, Kim possible, Hannah Montana, zoey 101, fresh prince of bel air, friends, honey they get it all
  • They also get damian some batman toys because he was looking at them
  • He says he doesn’t want them
  • But they all mysteriously disappear anyways
  • Into his room
  • Cass and Tim drag Bruce for not giving Steph attention
  • Especially bc she I dunno gee DIED FOR HIM
  • Anyways Jason and Alfred are distracting her by making cute little batfam themed sugar cookies together
  • Then they come home with like two car fulls of 90s kids stuff
  • Jason takes her to Starbucks and they sit outside and talk shit about people passing by so they can set up her surprise party
  • Now Bruce is an emotionally constipated dad, but he’s still a dad. He still sees Steph as one of his children.
  • He feels really bad for not paying more attention to her living situation, especially when she was kid.
  • He pulls out all the stops. Her favorite food, her favorite movies.
  • Now, mama brown didn’t raise no bitch
  • But when she walks in and sees that Barbie dream house and that bike
  • She looses it
  • She’s crying and hugging everybody
  • Like she’s grown and doesn’t need any of that
  • But she makes it some aesthetic artsy deco shit
  • Except the clothes and nerf guns and box sets that’s becomes her everything
  • The bike is her new love she might’ve rode it inside the manor until Alfred was like ok stop
  • She’s so shook
  • Everybody is crying
  • Damian is just confused in his little batman target pajamas
  • Which also makes her extremely happy
  • She plays with her toys with everybody
  • They end up cuddling on the couch with Steph in Barbie sweater and those weird multiple shapes neon leggings and leg warmer and her hair in scrunchies
  • “Brown, you look disgraceful. I don’t understand any of this.”
  • “Shut up, demon. You’re not supposed to understand, it’s the 90s.”
  • “It’s 2017..”
  • Tim just silently pulls him into a cuddle and he’s too shook from the day to pull away
  • Steph is still crying and thanking everybody constantly
  • She’s snuggled into Bruce’s side.
  • D C G I V E S T E P H T H E L O V E S H E D E S E R V E S
The Party at the Carnival
  • It’s a beautiful summer day and the Carnival is in town, and the kids manage to convince Hopper and Owens that El should come with them
  • Steve gets the short straw and is sent to babysit them. (But he’s secretly super hype, he hasn’t gone to the carnival in years and he is ready)
  • Hopper gives the kids each 5 dollars with  promise not to let Will or El out of their sight
  • When they get there: “Alright little shits, it’s 5 now, and if you’re not at this spot by 9pm exactly, then I am leaving you here and telling your parents a clown ate you, got it?” “*rolls eyes* got it” 
  • Steve and Dustin make a bet to see who can eat the most carnival food without throwing up (Steve loses)
  • El tries cotton candy for the first time and it’s magical she loves it, and Hopper can FEEL the impending dentist visits
  • Will watches the face painter do their work on the little kids. They eventually notice, and have Will help them with the long line
  • Steve, Max, Lucas and Dustin kick ass at bumper cars, with El, Mike and Will cheering them on. 
  • Lucas and Mike pair up and hit up the booths that offer prizes. Mike tries to win a giant stuffed animal for El, and Lucas tries to get Max a sword
  • They waste like most of their money until El secretly uses her powers to intervene (Only Max notices, and they high-five in secret later)
  • The party gets their faces painted by Will. Steve picks a lion, Dustin picks a ninja, Lucas gets a camouflage design, Mike picks some stars by his eyes, Eleven picks a tiny butterfly, and Max picks a tiny Slimer
  • They go into a haunted house together, but after everything they’ve seen it’s not so scary
  • Steve does the Strong-Man exhibit and hits the bell, winning himself a tiny fish. “What the fuck am I supposed to do with this?” “NAME IT ATHOS″ 
  • They all join up to eat dinner and El gets to figure out the joy of a corn dog
  • Dustin at the ring toss “THIS IS ALL RIGGED!! ITS ALL BULLSHIT!” *cue Steve carrying him away*
  • Max nearly punches a clown for sneaking up on her
  • Will, Max and El find the petting zoo and they all sit and hold animals and pet them. El’s at first nervous, but she ends up loving the goats (i’m thinking of this vine but with Mike and El)
  • Steve is hitting on some girls but Dustin accidentally cockblocks him like the annoying lovable little bro he his
  • Max makes Steve go on all the weird, dangerous-looking rides with her because everyone else is “too chicken-shit”
  • Will thanks the face painter, and the face painter gives him some of their remaining art stuff and paints his face to look like David Bowie
  • Mike waits until the sun sets to get El to the ferris wheel, and together they ride up there. When they reach the top they kiss, and their friends cheer them on from the ground. 

I NEED MORE BABYSITTER STEVE

Bonus: Hopper- “Hey El, how was the fair?” “I want a goat.”

Dating Steve Rogers Would Include

Originally posted by bluebrooklynkid

I could build my life on those man’s shoulders

  • He’s a huge sweetheart
  • It hurts your heart because he’s just so nice and adorable
  • Treats you like a queen
  • Puts his jacket on a puddle so you can step over it because he’s an old dude
  • “Steve I could just walk around it”
  • “Humor me”
  • Is very protective
  • Not really the jealous type because he trust you 100%
  • But if some guy is getting to close he’ll interrupt by wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your cheek
  • “Steve stop protecting me!”
  • “I don’t want you to get hurt.”
  • Which leads to an argument
  • Which then leads to make up sex
  • Sweet,passionate “You’re my world” sex
  • Hot, rough “I want you” sex
  • There is no in between
  • Being best friends with Bucky and Sam
  • “So Sleeping Beauty when are you gonna cut those weeds you call your hair”
  • “Really (Y/n) not this again”
  • “Bucky I’m 20 feet away from you and I can see your split ends from here”
  • Bucky loves you like a sister
  • You both team up to tease Steve
  • Then you and Steve team up to tease Buck.
  • Steve calling you Honey, sweetie, doll, darling, sexy(during steamy session)
  • Is submissive as fuck but doesn’t like to admit it
  • What can he say he likes to see you on top of him (~_^)
  • Piggy Backrides
  • Left boob grabs
  • When nobody is looking he’ll gives you forehead kisses throughout the day
  • You slap his ass every time you pass him
  • “Really doll. ”
  • “What can I say Captain that is a behind I’d follow to my death”
  • Captain kink
  • Kinky shit happens behind closed doors
  • He will love every inch of you
  • Would give up his life for you
  • The avengers love you
  • Him getting jealous when Tony flirts with you
  • If you’re ever sad or depressed he will be there to comfort you
  • Helping him when he has his nightmares
  • “Ah Captain America, God’s righteous man. Pretending you could live without a war.”
  • “Hurt :) my :) Stevie :) again :) and :) I’ll :) kill :) you :) you :) piece :) of :) scrap :) metal”
  • Being best friends with Nat and Wanda
  • Prank buddies with Clint
  • Part of the science Bros because you bring the coffee
  • “I love you (Y/n)”
Now I’ve Got You In My Arms

Pairing: Richie Tozier/ Eddie Kaspbrak

Warnings: hickeys, lots of hickey talk, implications of oral sex, implied top!eddie, a lot of fluff sorry

they are 18

word count: 2,726

@delicateloser @killerxqueer @richiietozierr

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Eddie sucks in a breath when he watches Richie slide on a clean shirt, his back muscles flexing. He shudders and shakes away the thoughts because, Eddie Kaspbrak and Richie Tozier are not gay, okay? Especially not together. Just sometimes they kiss and give each other hickeys when they’re alone. (They don’t admit to anyone they’re from each other, but they wear their bruises proudly.) (Okay, so they’re a little gay.) (They’re hella gay.)


It’s just another day in Derry. The Losers are in the hallway grouping up before their classes start. Richie and Eddie are running late. Again.

Just as the warning bell sounds, the two are rushing in toward their friends.

“Where have you guys been?” Stan asks, his eyes immediately adverting to Eddie’s neck, “And what the hell is that?”  

“Richie’s truck wouldn’t start,” Eddie said, initially ignoring Stan’s question before he covers his neck, “Yes, shut up, it’s exactly what it looks like.”

“From who?”

Eddie side-eyes Richie nervously, “S-some girl.. I went out last night.”

“Out?” Bill asks.

“Yeah..” Eddie trails off, remembering the night before.

He and Richie were both shirtless, Eddie in his lap, slowly moving himself around, moaning loudly as Richie attacked his neck like the leech he is.

“Eddie,” Bev calls out while dramatically waving her hand in front of Eddie’s face, “You good? You spaced out for a minute there.”

“Yeah, m’fine. I’ll see you guys at lunch.” Eddie turns and walks away in the opposite direction.

“Not gonna kiss your best friend goodbye?” Richie laughs when Eddie flips him off without turning around.

“Is it me or did Eddie seem really off when he responded to our questions?” Mike asks as the group watched the smallest boy go.

“Maybe it’s because he got fucking mauled last night. Did you see the size of those hickeys?” Ben makes a face and chuckles with Bill.

Richie awkwardly scratches the back of his neck and it must be his lucky day, because before his uncomfortable stance could be sensed by the group the second bell rings, “Yeeaaahh.. I’ll catch you guys later..”

After Richie leaves, the group disbands.


Two periods later, Eddie is in science when his phone vibrates on the desk. He slides it between two books, trying not to get caught checking it.

Richie: what’re you doing  [9:56AM]

Eddie rolls his eyes and types back, ‘im in science. cant skip today.’  [9:57AM]

Richie: you dont even kno what i was gonna ask  [10:01AM]

Eddie: was it that?  [10:01AM]

Richie: ok yeah but this time its different  [10:04AM]

Eddie’s mouth turns into a frown. Different? How? Everytime he skips with Richie they always go get fast food together and only sometimes he convinces Eddie to smoke with him.

Eddie: what do you mean?  [10:06AM]

Within seconds he gets a message back, but this time it’s a picture attachment. He opens it, almost regretting he did (he really doesn’t), eyes widening. Richie had taken a picture of himself- only showing his mouth and below. He’s biting his lip and- Eddie slams his phone down when he sees it- Richie has a hand down his jeans. Eddie’s face is flushed red.

“Mr. Kaspbrak, are you okay?” His teacher turns around from the chalkboard, shooting him a worried glance.

“Yes, fine. Can I use the restroom?”

“Sign out, please.”

Eddie does quickly and nearly runs out of the classroom. He unlocks his phone, Richie’s contact still up, and types out a blatant, ‘where the fuck are you’

Richie: downstairs bathroom, near the music department  [10:12AM]

Eddie narrows his eyes and walks down a flight of steps, turning a few corners, before attempting to pull open the bathroom door. It’s locked. That bastard fucking planned this.

“Open the door, asshole.”

The lock clicks, and the second it does, Eddie is pushing himself through the doorway, locking it again. He faces Richie.

“You’re such a little shit. You know that?”

“What’re you gonna do about it?” Richie challenges.

Eddie shoves him against the sink, “I shouldn’t do anything about it- you’re practically begging me to.”

Richie smiles cheekily, “Hm. I am.”

Eddie pulls Richie’s head back by his hair, lips immediately attaching to his neck, sucking hard. He has his other hand on the boy’s hip, tucking his fingers into the hem of his shirt, yanking it over his head, throwing it on the counter. He marks up Richie’s entire chest.

“Enough marks, I look like a fucking cheetah.”

Eddie gives him one more on his hip just to spite him. He stands back up, cupping his cheek, leaning in to kiss him on the mouth, but isn’t surprised when Richie doesn’t let him. Richie doesn’t do mouth kisses. He thinks back to a few weeks ago when they were sitting in Eddie’s room when he first tried to kiss him.

“No,” Richie had said quietly, “Too intimate. No kissing.”

But Eddie still wants to kiss Richie. No homo, of course, because that’s gay and Eddie Kaspbrak is not gay.

Those thoughts are interrupted when Richie flips him to the counter, kissing down his neck softly, taking off his shirt.

“You don’t always have to be in control, Eddie,” He whispers against the smaller brunettes pale skin.

“I know, but I want to. I like it.”

“Let’s change that..” Richie kneels down, unbuttoning his jeans, shoving the clothing to his ankles.

“Richie-” Eddie tries to protest, but cuts himself off. His eyes flutter to the back of his head and brings one hand to his mouth to bite his wrist, and the other one to pull on Richie’s hair because good god.


The next time The Losers meet up again is at lunch. Everyone but Eddie is there.

“Hey-hey, you guuuys,” Bev sings, setting her tray down. “Anybody want to trade their french fries for my tater tots?”

“T-They’re the same thing,” Bill tells her.

“You’re a fake friend. Everyone knows it’s about the texture.”

Ben rolls his eyes, “Nuh uh, it tastes all the same. You’re so weird.”

“No, you both are weird. Texture is everything, it-”

“I’ll trade with you, Bev.” Stan speaks up. “I understand.”

“At least someone d-”

Mike cuts her off when he sees Richie parading over, bruises covering his neck, “Holy shit. You guys. Horton spots a hoe.”

“That’s not the correct quote.” Richie says while narrowing his eyes behind his glasses.

“Look at this, kids! What do we have here?” Ben pokes one of the many hickeys. Richie hisses in pain.

“Whoever gave you those must have been fucking rough. I mean damn, you’re wincing like a bitch. They’re so purple they’re almost black,“ Mike said with a small laugh before digging into his fries.

“You look like a cheetah.” Ben laughs.

“I told him that.” Richie mutters. If they heard him, they don’t say anything.

“W-Why did you let someone give you all of those i-if it h-hurts? And in s-school?”

“Because, my dear Billy,” Richie slings an arm over Bill’s shoulders, “At the time it felt fucking amazing.” He ignores Bill’s second question, but it’s just his luck that Eddie walks over just as he kisses and tells. Richie winks at him.

“Hey, Ed. You missed it. Richie was just telling us about his new lover,” Bev says, her voice filled with a tone salty enough to season McDonald’s fries.

“Excuse me,” Richie sputters, “You guys were pestering me about my hickeys- I said nothing about a lover.”

“Yeah, because there’s so many,” Ben says, reaching to poke at them again but reviving a slap on the wrist from Richie.

“You should see his chest.” Eddie tells them absentmindedly.

Richie shoots him a look, but it’s too late.

“There’s hickeys there, too? Damn, Richie.. Wait- Eddie, how do you know that?” Bev asks, almost knowingly, that salty tone almost tripled.

Eddie panics, “We have gym together.”

They don’t have gym together.

Mike changes the topic for Eddie’s sake, “Hey, are you gonna eat lunch, Richie?”

Richie looks at Eddie, “Nah, I ate earlier.”

Eddie’s face turns a bright red.


Eddie lays on Richie’s chest, tracing patterns onto his stomach. The other boy had fallen asleep minutes after Eddie snuck into his room. He’s been playing with his hair for merely an hour and his hand is getting tired. He retreats it slowly, resting it on Richie’s cheek, rubbing his freckled skin softly. He pauses his movements, suddenly extremely interested in what his lips would feel like, pressed onto the other boy’s. He doesn’t stop himself from leaning into Richie’s space.

Eddie places his lips onto his friend’s, cautiously, not trying to wake him. He pulls back only to do it again, however, this time he was not so lucky.

Richie’s breath hitches, and his eyes open. He sees Eddie hovering over him, and judging by how close he was, he realizes what he was doing. He sits up abruptly, letting the sheets fall from his body, and Eddie detangle from him. Richie searches Eddie’s eyes, unsure of what he could be thinking.

Eddie tries to speak but Richie touches his face and he closes his mouth.

Richie grabs Eddie by the neck, dragging him closer. His lips ghost over the smaller boys, before pressing his hickey-littered chest to Eddie’s, and parting his lips with his own. It’s not needy, surprisingly. That’s all the atmosphere has been between them, recently. Richie lets himself lay back down, not breaking their kiss.

Eddie gets the hint and crawls on top of him, mouths never leaving each other’s. It’s slow and open-mouthed and really, really messy. But it’s great. Fucking fantastic, actually.

The two kiss lazily until they fall asleep, Eddie still on top of Richie.


“Rise and shine, princess.”

A pillow comes in contact with Eddie’s face. “Did you know that you doing that could have like, killed me?”

“What? Me, kill you? I’d never, Eds.” Richie leans down, kissing him gently.

Oh, okay, so that’s a thing now.

Eddie sucks in a breath when he watches Richie slide on a clean shirt, his back muscles flexing. He shudders and shakes away the thoughts because, Eddie Kaspbrak and Richie Tozier are not gay, okay? Especially not together. Just sometimes they kiss and give each other hickeys when they’re alone. (They don’t admit to anyone they’re from each other, but they wear their bruises proudly.) (Okay, so they’re a little gay.) (They’re hella gay.)

“I don’t want to go to school,” Eddie groans and throws his head back onto the pillow.

“You have to, bubba. C’mon, up, up, up.” Richie pats his legs.

“Don’t have clean clothes,” Eddie says.

“You can wear some of mine.”

Eddie picks out a hoodie (it smells like Richie) and a pair of basketball shorts (Richie’s jeans are too long for him- curse that long ass bitch).

They brush their teeth together quickly before heading out.

It takes a few minutes for Richie’s truck to start. They end up having the neighbor help him jump it.

“Think we’re late?” Eddie asks.

“Nah, we should be fine. If not, we could skip first.”

Eddie catches the wiggle of his eyebrow. “You’re fucking disgusting.”

Richie grabs Eddie’s hand, raising it to his mouth, and presses a soft kiss to it. “Kidding, babe.”

Eddie’s heart soars.


“Well if it isn’t Richie and Eddie, almost late. As usual.” Stan gives them a look.

“My truck wouldn’t start this morning, again.”

“Hey, aren’t those Richie’s clothes?” Ben points out.

“Yeah,” Eddie shrugs, “I stayed over last night and I didn’t have any extra clothes with me.”

“Isn’t that s-sweet.”

“Yeah, sure.” Richie rolls his eyes at Bill’s snickering.

After the warning bell goes off, Richie and Eddie had never left The Loser’s so quickly.

Despite Eddie’s whines, they spend all of first period making out in the bathroom.

“You’ve never wanted to kiss me before,” Eddie says into Richie’s mouth.

Richie pulls back, “Mhm, I was missing out, obviously.” He connects their lips back together, weaving a hand into his hair, nudges his head into an easier angle to work with. Richie has his tongue shoved so far down his throat, Eddie feels as if he could choke (not that he’d complain).

But here he was, that feeling coming back again. Eddie groans, pulling away.

Richie notices and trails butterfly kisses down Eddie’s neck, making sure to kiss all of his hickeys.

“R-Richie..”

“Mmm?”

“S-Stop.. Stop.”

Richie jerks back immediately, his heart about to leap from his chest, “Did I hurt you? What’s wrong?”

“We can’t keep doing this if we aren’t going to address the elephant in the room.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Don’t.. Don’t act so incredulous, Rich.”

“I’m not, I-”

“We can’t keep fooling around if we can’t discuss.. Us.”

Richie swallows and avoids eye contact.

“Look at me.. Look at me, damn it.”

The older boy does as he’s told.

“Richie.. I-  I can’t do this unless.. Unless we can be more. I want more, I want all of it. I want to go on cute dates with you, and I want to hold your hand. I want to kiss you in public. Hell, I want to kiss you all the time. I want you. I want all of this, because I have fallen head over heals in love with you, Richie Tozier.”

Richie stares in shock as his best friend confesses this to him.

“Please, say something..”

Richie is too speechless. Yet the second he tries to, Eddie is backing away. “Forget it. I-I’m sorry.”

Which means, the next few days are really awkward. Eddie ignores Richie in school. He doesn’t go visit him in the middle of the night, and he locks his window so Richie can’t, either.

Eddie has been trying to eat his lunch as quick as possible and get the fuck out of there before Richie spots him.

Today he was not that lucky.

Just as he is throwing his trash away, he turns and bumps into none other than the boy he was avoiding.

“Hey,” Richie grabs at his arm.

“Let go.”

“We.. need to talk.”

“Oh, we already did. Well, I did.” Eddie pulls out of his grip. Richie watches him leave.

“Eddie Kaspbrak!” He calls out. When he doesn’t turn around, he sits on the seat next to Bill.

“W-What did you d-do?”

“Eddie is in love with me.” Richie states.

“Whaaat? Nooo,” Stan said without looking up from his textbook, his voice filled with sarcasm.

“Wait, so you guys knew and didn’t tell me?”

“Not our place.” Ben says, also without looking up.

“Yeah, plus we didn’t know what you guys were doing. You two have been out boning god knows who, because you both are stupid.”

Mike is clueless, Richie thinks.

“You guys.. Eddie and I have been.. Um.. hooking up with each other for the last few months now.. But, we finally kissed. On the mouth. Just a few days ago. And he doesn’t think I want him as.. As my boyfriend. But I do! I just was shocked to even say anything when he told me. Now he wants nothing to do with me.”

His friends are surprised by that (all except Stan), because they didn’t actually think they were with each other like that.

“You fuckass.” Bev rolls her eyes. “Eddie has been leaving school early, so if you go now.. You might be able to catch him.”

Richie has never run so fast in his life, and, obviously, The Losers needed to see this. They’re having trouble keeping up.

Richie is standing in the bed of his truck when he sees Eddie walking in the opposite direction.

“Eddie Kaspbrak!”

This time Eddie turns to look at him. The students around him are looking, too. He rolls his eyes and walks back to him. “What are you doing?”

“I want it too, Eds! I want more, I want all of it. I want to take you on those cute dates and I want to hold your hand and kiss you in public, in private, all the time. I, too, am in love. More specifically, in love with you, Eddie Kaspbrak. I want to give you so much more.. But I think you’ll have to be my boyfriend first.” Richie hops down from his truck and reaches out for Eddie’s face, “What do you say, bug?”

Eddie nods, his eyes brimming with tears he tried to will away, “Took you long enough,” and lets Richie kiss him into oblivion. “I’m so in love with you.”

“And I you.” Richie leans back in, capturing Eddie’s lips in his own, with every ounce of energy he has inside of him. There are stars behind his eyes and honestly, Richie never wants to leave the presence of Eddie’s arms.

I love “A small part of them still remembers” headcanons.

Someone asks Magnus his favorite animal. Julia grins and answers “dogs” for him. He laughs and says he likes jellyfish. “Have you ever even seen a jellyfish before?” “That is irrelevant.”

When Barry is in his body and can’t remember, he finds a piano and sits down to play. He plays a song his fingers know instantly, but he can’t remember where he learned it. It sounds incomplete too. It would probably be best with some type of string accompaniment.

Davenport loved to stargaze, and Lucretia often joined him. Once he spoke, and sounded like himself for the first time in a while.
“I would like to go up there. It looks like home.”

Taako woke up to prepare for his show and Sazed instantly started giving him shit about talking in his sleep.
“You imagined it my dude. I didn’t even dream.”
“You kept talking about loops. I heard it. Flaming loops. What food secrets are you hiding from me?”

Merle would “make up” crazy stories to tell his kids about a group of brave adventurers. He never went into detail on who the adventurers were, but he always “came up” with the most amazing settings. It was one part if being a dad that he was always good at.

When the boys meet Barry Bluejeans the first time, they all felt a weird feeling at once. A combination of when you find an old toy you forgot about and seeing someone you aren’t sure you know.
But it vanishes quickly, leaving the boys (Barry included) mildly confused.

“If family had a color, what would that color be?”
“Red.”

Put on a Show for Me - Let Me Show You Part 2

Author’s Notes: Despite how long it took me to post this, I actually had a lot of fun writing it. Hopefully, you’ll enjoy it too. Again sorry for any typos. I try to edit it, but I miss things. 

Word Count: 3,413 (Get yourself a snack, kids. This shit is long af.)

Warnings: Smut. I mean is there anything else worth writing?

Part One: Let Me Show You

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