this was supposed to look better but oh well

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“Wow, you’re looking very flash today,” Ryleigh looked Salim up and down as he took a seat next to her.

“Meetings all day remember?” he laughed. “Today’s required me to be a little more professional than yesterday.”

“It’s a good look for you,” she grinned. “Is that the kind of fancy we’re going for tonight as well?”

“If you like,” he shrugged, taking a bite of the sandwich Ryleigh had bought him. “I mean it, you don’t have to dress up if you don’t want to.”

“Oh no,” Ryleigh shook her head. “I’ve already got a dress.”

“Have you now?” Salim raised one eyebrow. “Well, I suppose I better see what I can rummage up in my closet then.”

“It’s not very fancy,” she admitted, glancing down at her plate. “I was just walking past a shop this morning and saw it and liked it. It was on sale for half price so I thought ‘why not?’.”

“I’m sure you’ll look beautiful no matter how fancy it is,” he smiled warmly at her. “You always do.”

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Fanart for the fanfiction Rogue by RedCoaster on AO3 and FFN. If you like SNK and you haven’t read it, I highly recommend it! Drawn entirely in pen and then colored with colored pencils.

Imagine being rebellious with the boys after dating one of the greasers.

Originally posted by staygold-outsiders

“I-is that Y/n?” Sam asked his brother as they exited the impala.

“Where- oh no.” His jaw clenched. “It better not be.”

The trip to town was supposed to be quick and easy, get the groceries and leave, but now it was going to turn into a nightmare.

One, you weren’t even supposed to be down in town, especially not with Dallas, and two, you had decided it was time for a make over. Well, more like a complete change in looks and attitude. You looked like you just walked out of the 50’s with the bright red lip stick on your lips with red heels to match.

“Hey! Y/n!” Dean yelled as he approached you.

You whipped around quickly, your eyes growing wide. Dallas took the cigarette out of your hand quickly, then took a long drag on it, blowing the smoke in both of your brothers faces. Risky decision.

“New look?” Sam asked sarcastically.

“Yeah.”

“I can’t believe it.”

“Well dig it, babe.” You looked him up and down before continuing on. “You need a new look too.”

“Okay, now hold up.” Dean said as he stepped in front of you. “No one is getting a new look! Go change back into your other clothes and go get in the car!”

“What? No!” You scoffed.

“If you don’t go get in that car, I swear.”

You turned to Dally and you both began to laugh as you propped your arm up on his shoulder.

“Ooo, You’ve got me shakin.” You said.

“Now.”

His voice was dangerously low and you could tell by the fire that was flaming in his eyes that he wasn’t playing around. You didn’t even know why he was so mad! After all, it was your body and your heart! You should be able to wear what you wanted and love who you pleased!

With a sigh, you turned to kiss Dally good-bye, but it was interrupted quickly as Dean grabbed your arm and started towards the car. Even with your struggling you couldn’t wiggle free from his grip. Your insults or sharp slaps didn’t even help you in the slightest.

You climbed into the back seat and slammed the door closed before Dean ever got the chance to close it for you. Both brothers climbed in and immediately looked back to you, jaws clenched.

“Okay listen here, Sandy 2.0, I don’t know what had gotten into you, but fix it! No more bad boys, no more bright red lipstick, and no more greaser girl attitude, you understand me?” Dean yelled.

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, whatever.”

“Yeah, what ev- Excuse me?!” Dean took a breath and looked over at Sam. “I’m gonna kill her.”

“Dean, no.” Sam said sternly. He stopped and sniffed the air. “Wait, do you smell that? It smells like- Y/n, have you been smoking?”

You shrugged.

“Oh, hell no.” Dean said. “Now you’re dead.”


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yesterday i woke up with a runny and burning nose and all around felt pretty bad, so i ended up sketching this up. i feel quite a bit better now but i still felt the need to finish this so i did just that
i’m kind of not a fan of how i drew this, so many things look wrong. oh well, i suppose in my defense 90% of this was drawn while i was feeling half-dead xD

Mettaton probably can’t really get sick, or at least not in the same way Frisk does, so he can stay by her side without having to worry about catching anything. Though I think he’d do that anyways.
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“Hmm… those teeth look young. You can’t be more than a couple hundred years old. So talk, little girl. What’cha doin’ around these parts? How long have you been up then?”

*glub glub*

“Oh yea, you can’t breathe underwater. Well I SUPPOSE we better get you some air then, probably, maybe? Perhaps?”

Tbh I got the schedule messed up so I was all geared up to do the baking prompt when I found out the next one was supposed to be “on wheels”. (Which I tried and failed to do) It threw me off a lot buuuut gonna try and continue from here!

Since I’ve already made this post wordy I’m gonna add that I was offered a full time cake decorator job this past week, but I’m still on the fence about it so who knows?

This is my first time drawing Ginger and I wished I had used colors instead of pencil but oh well. (This looks better irl i swear)

So what if Jack didn’t start out inventing stuff for ghost-related things but instead tries to make other things. Like part practical things part ridiculous experiments.

And what if Vlad would always be the one to bite the bullet and test the stuff? and it almost always turns out to bit him in the ass.

Like for years since they were in high school, Jack would make something then lament loudly that he doesn’t know how its gonna work. Eventually Vlad gets tired of it and just goes “Oh give it here” every time and just hopes it doesn’t explode and take his arm off.

And then it continues into college. Jack develops an energy drink that’s supposed to be better than coffee and the three of them are just staring at this this thick sugar sludge. Maddie’s grimacing like “Maybe this isn’t such a good idea” and Vlad just fukcign strolls over, grabs the cup, looks them both dead in the eye and goes “well at least if i die you get the insurance money.”

and downs it all in one gulp.

They have to soothe his sickness and his agony rest of the evening. But hey, it works because Vlad doesn’t sleep for nearly four days.

And then one day twenty years later Jack’s finishing up some kind of thing when Vlad comes over. When Jack finally finishes he subtly states that he doesn’t know how it will work and Vlad just slowly turns and stares.

and then Maddie’s just like “I’ll test it” and Vlad fukcin “nOPE”‘s right over to her and takes whatever it is out of her hands and uses it on himself while she’s screaming at him and Jack’s laughing

they have to rush him to the hospital bc it does not mingle well with his ghosthalf.

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dun goofed starters
  • "Well that wasn't supposed to happen."
  • "How did you manage to fuck that up?"
  • "Shit-! Fuck-!"
  • "Whoopsie daisy"
  • "My bad"
  • "I swear I didn't do that on purpose"
  • "I fucked up didn't I?"
  • "Oh no!"
  • "I messed up real bad."
  • "How did I manage to fuck that up?"
  • "Look what you did!"
  • "You better clean up this mess you made."
  • "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
  • "You broke it..."
  • "You set what on fire?"
  • "Ouch! That hurt! That wasn't supposed to hurt!"
  • "Oh my god are you okay? I didn't mean to do that!"
  • "Please be okay I'm so sorry."
  • "Look what you did to me!"
  • "You're a fuck up."
  • "You're a failure."
  • "I messed up big time."
  • "I really blew it this time."
  • "I'm a failure."
  • "How am I gonna fix this?"
  • "How am I gonna clean up this mess?"

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"Kara, you have a tattoo?"

Kara straightened up slowly, pulling her shirt back down as though she’d been caught exposing herself on the subway.

“I… do? But Miss Grant, there’s nothing in the employee handbook to say that-”

“You won’t get fired over it,” Cat dismisses with a finger wiggle, settling back on the white armchair in Kara’s office that seems to have been left there for her exclusive use. “But a tramp stamp? Really?”

Kara closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. Cat doesn’t know any better, Kara tells herself. The price of keeping secrets is not being visibly offended when someone calls the sacred markings of your ancestral house a tramp stamp.

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Stuff that I am learning while losing weight.

So I already lost 7,5kg in 2 months time (too quick but ooh well, now it is going in a better pace.)  here are some of the things that I thought or noticed:

1) Look at your appearance before looking at the scale. You’ll look better before the scale even mentions it.

2) “WTF? Is my arm supposed to look like that? Oh well fuck it.”

3) I react badly when eating potatoes and pastas. So I stick with dark bread and noodles.

4) Don’t be scared to eat a snack.

5) I sin in the weekends ( I eat a burger or something).

5) Lots of veggies. Even tho I have IBS I managed to figure out which veggies don’t cause me pain.

6) Veggie food has helped me get rid of menstrual pains.

7) My nails look healthier and stronger.

8) SOY DRINKS.

9) “Hey this jacket finally fits again :D” * accidently wrecks the zipper* “Are you fucking kidding me right now ?!”

10) “Shit. I think I gained weight again :(”  * steps on scale*  “ I LOST ANOTHER 500 GRAMS WTF?”

11) I ate 4 small LU waffles as a snack. (don’t know how they call that in english) followed up with a dextrose tablet and a soy chocolate milk.

12) I take another dextrose pill after finishing my dinner. 

13) No more hunger since I eat noodles and veggies. 

Prepare the veggies in one of those big pans with some soy butter and then chunk in the noodles with the water. You can add a little spoon of soy sauce and some meat or veggie meat. That’s how I do it and I feel muuuch better. 

As lunch I eat 3 pieces of dark bread with a slice of salami or ham. 

You can also eat 2 eggs with veggies in them. It works as well. I prepare the eggs with veggies in the microwave so it takes about 2 minutes :) 

I’ve lost 7,5 kg but my goal is still to lose 25kg to start. I don’t want to rush it because that will backfire. 

@kazran-sardick | continued from x

A worried expression crossed Kazran’s face.

“Oh! My. Well then we’d better start searching so we can get him back inside…”

With that, the young man began looking for the missing feline.

“I suppose white and fluffy cats shouldn’t be outside! They’re liable to get dirty that way.”

Reg nodded miserably, though Neelix getting dirty was the least of his problems. He could give his cat a bath if need be. But if something ran him over… he couldn’t bring his cat back from the dead.

“…he likes food,” Reg pointed out. “Well – all cats like food, but… but Neelix especially. He might… might be looking for something to eat. Something he’s not supposed to.”

* Chara doesn’t seem to be paying attention, but dodges the attack anyway.

This is a little something I threw together for @ut-storyshift. The Storyshift AU is one of those that exists just ‘cause it can. In this AU, Chara takes the place of Sans, so this is how I invision their Genocide fight going down, them acting completely aloof the whole time, not even granting you a conversation.

Having them wear Asriel’s neck… thingy (the heck even is it? A bandanna?) and have black eyes were both late decisions which I think make it look better. Originally the knife was supposed to be spinning on their finger, but I couldn’t wrap my head around how to make that not look crappy (It’s late, I need my Z’s).

I think this is the first time I’m legitimately satisfied with the body proportions (the hand’s a bit big but oh well).

  • *in the lab*
  • Molly: *watching Sherlock curiously*
  • Sherlock: *sitting at his microscope, dressed a vicar*
  • Molly: *raises an eyebrow* Sherlock, can I ask you something?
  • Sherlock: *distracted* Mmm?
  • Molly: *folds her arms* Why are you dressed like that?
  • Sherlock: *looks up; smiles simply* I'm undercover.
  • Molly: *intrigued* Oh. At Bart's?
  • Sherlock: *rolls his eyes* Obviously not.
  • Molly: *nods* Riiight *giggles; shuffling papers*
  • Sherlock: *narrows his eyes* What?
  • Molly: *shrugs* Nothing, it's just...you don't seem the type to try and impress me.
  • Sherlock: *frowns* I told you. I'm undercover.
  • Molly: But not right now.
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: *through gritted teeth* Clearly.
  • Molly: *gesturing* So the disguise...
  • Sherlock: *clears his throat* For the...character.
  • Molly: *smiling* Sorry. My mistake *continues work*
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: *glances at her*
  • Sherlock: *fiddles with the white strip at his collar* Do you like it?
  • Molly: *flashes him a smile* I prefer detectives.
  • Sherlock: *smirks*

What if there is a team of field agents in Q Branch whose job is to follow Double Ohs around and retrieve the equipment that get “lost” or destroyed? And because they have to go into the chaos left behind by the Double Ohs, they have to be just as good if not better than Double Ohs? How would Bond react to finding out that every Q used to be a part of that team? – sanadaaki

I love BAMF!Q. Jen.

“You were in the Kabul cleanup, weren’t you?”

Q looked up, a little wearily. “Hello, yes, what are you doing in my office at three o’clock in the morning on a Tuesday when you’re supposed to be in the States?”

“I got back early,” he smirked. “And I have questions.”

“Well lovely. Kabul?”

Bond’s smirk moved into an outright grin. “I heard tell that you were a cleanup op?”

Q shrugged, sighed. Apparently, this conversation was not going to go away on its own. “Yes, until a year or two ago. Who told you?”

“Eve.”

Q made a noise of frank irritation. “Of course she did. And what prompted it? I’m guessing you met one of my old compatriots?”

“Mitchell.”

“Ah yes,” Q smiled. “Been ages since I last saw him. How is he?”

“Sends his regards, seems fine,” Bond replied, looking a little shell-shocked. “So hang on – you were a cleanup op? A full operative?”

Q raised an eyebrow. “Is that really so hard to believe?”

Bond blinked. “I thought you were lying when you said you were the best shot in MI6… I’m guessing I’m wrong.”

A sharper grin. “Completely wrong, yes. I’m definitely the best shot in the building, but I’ll concede that other people in international units are probably better. Definitely better than you.”

Accurate or not, Bond’s pride did not enjoy that assertion. “I’ll have to prove you wrong on that front.”

Q blinked. “Shooting range?”

“It’s three in the morning.”

“Well, yes, but the range will be free and I’m getting rather bored of staring at these blueprints,” Q shrugged. “And yes, Bond, I was an exceptional cleanup operative. Bitch of a job. And Kabul was a complete mess, you realise? You trashed everything. Most of their unit survived you, we had to pick off the rest.”

Bond shook his head slightly. “Not much I could do, I had other priorities.”

Q snorted slightly. “Well yes, you had the rest of a mission to get through,” he agreed. “Can’t deny you’re an excellent double-oh, but my god, you’re messy. The worst was your Paris one, now that was a nightmare, we had to do a full cover-up before the media swarmed and you had left traces everywhere.”

“Which is why we have you,” Bond replied, with a smirk, before shaking his head slightly. “Of all people, you. Never would have guessed.”

Q shrugged. “Nobody does, which is why I was a good agent – blended back into the world around me with nobody any the wiser. Always helpful. Best to not look like general agents, you lot look the part as much as you behave. We disappear.”

“I’m impressed.”

“You should be,” Q nodded, popping his papers away. “Now: let’s go shooting.”

“Lead on,” Bond grinned, and followed him out.

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hi hi hi please could you do an imagine where y/n is stiles best friend and he helps you get ready for asking Brett on a date and at the last moment she's like "Tbh id rather take you" cuz she's realised how much he cares for y/n? ty!!!

I switched it up a little, instead of asking Brett on a date she is getting ready to go on a date with Brett. 

“Y/n, hurry Brett’s going to be here soon,” Stiles said looking at his watch. You rolled your eyes.

“I have three hours,” you replied. Stiles then looked you up and down making a small frown.

“How are we suppose to fix all of you in three hours?!?!?” Stiles then made disgusted look.

“oh shut up,” you said and punched his shoulder before flopping on your bed. Stiles only gave you a few minutes before shooing you into the bathroom to take a shower. 

“You better scrub well!!” He yelled from the other side of the door. 

When you finally finished your shower you saw that Stiles had laid your outfit out on your bed. It was a cute little light pink dress that was fitted at the top and flared out at the bottom. “do you like it?” He asked from behind you making you grow stiff. You turned around and saw stiles sitting in one of your chairs. Your cheeks turned a bright pink feeling a little intimidated by stiles looking at you in only a towel. 

“yeah it’s really nice,” you finally said. The thought of Stiles going out to buy this dress all on his own made you smile.

 “Now get out so I can change,” You said and grabbed his arm kicking him out the door. When you had on the dress you let Stiles back in. He zipped up the back for you which brought chills all over your body. Then he sat you down at your vanity and watched as you did your makeup. He asked many questions like ‘why are you doing that?’ ‘how does that help?’ and ‘are you sure you’re not going to poke your eyes?’ 

When your makeup was done you towel dried your hair and decided to leave it natural. Brett was going to come soon so you put on your shoes waited downstairs with Stiles. In just a couple of minutes you heard beeping indicating that Brett was here. 

“before you go,” Stiles said stopping you, “I want you to wear this,” and he held up a beautiful necklace making you smile. 

“aww really?” you asked walking over to him. He nodded. 

“Let me put it on you,” Your smile grew wider. Then you turned around and moved your hair out of the way to let him clip it around your neck. 

“why are you doing all of this?” you asked as you turned to face him again. He shrugged his shoulders and gave a little frown. 

“I just want you to be happy,” you pulled him into a hug with your arms wrapped around his neck and his at your waist. “you should probably go, he’s been out there for a while,” Stiles whispered in your ear. 

“forget him, I’d rather go out with you,”