July 3rd: A Post About Underwear, Pt 1

I was going to take a pic of some this morning to post.

I hadn’t had any coffee yet and packed everything in autopilot and made my way to the airport.

Boxer briefs. Still haven’t found the perfect ones yet. Still looking after 39 years.

new comic things

- the omnic crisis ~30 years ago~ began when jack morrison was 18. this makes him and gabriel around 50 years old in the current game (so younger than people thought!)

- blackwatch genji!!!!

- genji also has at least SOME skin under the armor. 

- lena was only part of the overwatch team in the last year or two of their existence 

- short hair mercy!!

- gabriel’s much more sarcastic here than he was in the halloween comic

- mccree doesn’t have his bamf belt

- ana calls reyes ‘gabriel’. jack calls him ‘gabe’. 

- father/daughter jack and lena relationship!


BACK WITH ANOTHER ONE-SHOT!!! I told you guys I’d have some canonverse klangst, so here it is! Longer than my usual one-shots, and while I don’t want to give a vague summary… there’s a bomb involved. So. Yeah, that’s a thing.

This one is actually inspired by this absolutely gorgeous, angsty art/mini-comic by @littlecofiegirl who is an amazing artist that you should definitely check out!!

I saw this comic on my dash and I loved it so much that I was immediately inclined to write for it? Anyway, here it is! I hope you enjoy!

The plan had been going flawlessly.

Key word being had.

Shiro and Lance were both searching opposite sides of the base for their captured teammate, and Pidge and Hunk were too occupied giving Shiro directions through the maze-like corridors that they neglected to warn Lance of the approaching Galra heat signature.

A cat blocked his path in the hall, staring at him with large, yellow eyes. It didn’t move to attack, but it also didn’t run away.

“Um… guys?” Lance tried over the coms, lowering his gun just a bit. He wasn’t about to shoot a cat, but he still wanted to be on guard.

He didn’t hear the Galra behind him until her hand was on his shoulder.

That was mistake number one.

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 Don’t be happy, worry. 

edit: I forgot I posted a version with Suzu’s normal shirt and suspenders on twitter

I saw @muchymozzarella‘s post about McCree having more cybernetics than just his arm and I wanted to make my own post about it since its been a long time headcanon of mine. 

The idea here is that all the pipes and plating around McCree’s torso aren’t just a normal chest plate, but are actually attached to McCree himself. 

The way that the lower plate kind of bends around the pipes to accommodate for them like THEY HAVE TO BE THERE or how the pipes go beneath the waist of his pants?? Super impractical if it was actual armor? He (refer to the pic below) also has a plate on his upper back and I’m just- it’s so impractical and scattered with no real goal to Protect – his sides are wide open – to be like armor.

Now, McCree’s color palette is super earthy so you’re dealing with a lot of browns and not having a lot pop out at you besides the serape. Along with that covering him, it’s kind of hard to distinguish what he’s wearing: Is it a shirt, is it like some kind of under armor to the chest plate, or you can even argue that- yeah, it kind of does look like that brownish synthetic skin that you can see on Genji’s own sides. 

BUT! When you switch to something like Americree or the On The Range skin, you can clearly see that McCree is just wearing a basic shirt. That only makes the supposed armor more confusing



it kind of looks like there’s holes in the shirt by the orange glow to have some kind of accessible port, but all in all-


It’s just so oddly designed that the more you look at it, the less it seems like functioning armor pieces and just straight up are cybernetics that keep McCree alive

He’s not going into the Samwell Bookstore specifically to buy him a present. He’s not. That’s not how they are. He’s just–he’s checking the sale rack, something he does every month or so (so far in two years of Samwell he has scored a pair of Under Armor shorts, a t-shirt, and Christmas gifts for his mom, dad, and Sara).

And if he happens to turn left and end up in the section with the fancy cards, pens, and notebooks, what of it? 

He pauses. There’s a display of Samwell branded notebooks, of course. He looks past it, to the brightly colored revolving rack.

Nursey wouldn’t like one of the gilded notebooks. Dex overheard him complain to Holster, once. “Nothing that sparkles. I’d get distracted opening the notebook and never get any work done.”

He walks over. Nursey likes notebooks about twice the size of pocket-sized–he’s not one of those poetry majors, who whips his Moleskine out of his back pocket as soon as the muse sneezes. “I’d lose one that small,” Nursey says. “Put it down and never see it again.” He likes the A5 size.

He takes a notebook off the rack and slips off the elastic. The paper feels as smooth as a silk necktie under his fingers. He wants–suddenly he wants to get him one. 

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#ok i wanna talk about bellamy blake in this scene #look at his little smile #and his shock #the time it took to process and accept that someone #THANKED HIM #bellamy blake cannot believe that someone thanked him #cause he never once in his life got that #he thought it was his responsibility #to take care of his sister #of his people #and he gave #and he gave #and he gave #till there was nothing left #and never expected anything #and here comes clarke #who always sees him #and she thanks him #and do you see his face #he is trying to accept this thanks #cause he thinks he doesn’t deserve it #BUT MAYBE FOR A MOMENT THERE #for just a tiny moment #bellamy blake thought he deserved it #cause for once he managed to keep someone alive #this smol, fierce, as broken as he is girl #that always manages to get under his armor

agenderraskel  asked:

What do you think of JARVIS? Can he get inside your arm? Has he ever done so? Are you ever concerned about him taking over the world?

i like jarvis. hes everything nickel science fiction novels promised back when i was a kid.

 jarvis–and anyone else for that matter–cant get inside my arm because my arm has no ability to transmit or receive data, except for an internal data port under the armor plates which has to be accessed with a unique cable. so if you can get at it and you have the necessary equipment you can mess with my arm, but it’s impossible to hack while im out doing stuff. 

not that tony or i told anyone that for the first few months. i managed to knock steves glass out of his hands four times, throw things at clint six times, and smack sam upside the head twice before they realized that my arm was not being remotely controlled by ‘the evil Dr Dextrous.’ 

im not concerned about jarvis taking over the world because probably hed be a lot better at keeping things running smoothly that current management. jarvis has managed to keep tony stark mostly alive without actually having hands for like. several decades now. which probably qualifies him for sainthood, or at least a really nice retirement package. i figure after all that chaos managing a few billion non-geniuses without access to flying tanks is basically a cakewalk. 

but since jarvis has more sense than–well. basically any avenger–he knows that taking over the world would be way more stress than its worth.
jarvis is smart like that.


Honestly I’ve been wondering about this for a while now :U so much I felt compelled to pick up a pen and find out what’s under the armor. Started from the bits of arm and leg with little to no armor, and came to the conclusion that Zenos is shredded. I heard he has an 8-pack. That’s another mystery solved ouo7

S/o knitting sweaters for Team Voltron HC

Requested by @thelittleturtlegang8: “Hooray on your milestone! I found you while looking for voltron fics! Really love them and all the other content you have!`(^Г°)’ May I request a headcanon for team voltron finding out the reader knitted sweaters for them! Thank you and lots of love!”

A/n: Thanks love! YAY a Voltron one! My favs.



  • He’s so flattered.
  • You took all that time just to make him something special.
  • “You made this for me? This must’ve taken ages.”
  • “I wanted to give you something special”
  • “You’re amazing”
  • Finds it adorable.
  • He wears it all the time because it makes you smile.
  • The others ask where he got it, and when he tells them they all want one too.


  • Doesn’t really understand that it’s for him at first.
  • He can’t grasp that you want to give him something so special.
  • “It’s for me?”
  • “Yeah, I made it special.”
  • “But why for me?”
  • When you finally get him to accept it, he will barely take it off.
  • Only when he has to get in his armor.
  • Loves it so much because you made it.


  • He freaks out.
  • He’s so excited because he loves everything about you.
  • It’s blue to match his lion.
  • “Guys look! Blue and I match!”
  • It’s adorable how much he loves it.
  • Tries to wear it under his paladin armor but it doesn’t fit.
  • Will want to learn how to knit.


  • Impressed.
  • It’s so well made and he’s just in awe.
  • “Wait, you made this?”
  • “Yeah”
  • “This is so awesome!”
  • He’s a cook and knows the feeling about what it’s like to make something from scratch.
  • So, he’s very appreciative. 
  • He will wear it almost all the time.
  • Save for when he’s cooking or fighting, not wanting to ruin it.


  • Like Hunk, she’s impressed.
  • She understands how long it probably took and is really grateful.
  • She loves wearing it.
  • Thinks it’s super cozy.
  • “It’s just so soft.”
  • Her favorite thing to wear after missions. 


  • She examines it very carefully.
  • But ultimately her face lights up.
  • “How did you make this?!”
  • “I knitted it.”
  • “What’s knitting?”
  • You have to explain knitting.
  • She’s so interested and asks you to teach her.
  • Which you do.
  • The sweater becomes one of her favorite things to wear.


  • Like Allura you have to explain knitting.
  • He thinks it’s really fascinating.
  • You show him and he likes to watch you make things.
  • He loves the sweater.
  • Never takes it off.
  • “Coran you should wash that.”
  • “But I enjoy it too much.”

1,200 Milestone - Headcanons: OPEN

Jon Snow being obsessed with you would include :

(Woooo more prompts! Woah Jon :O Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owners.)

-Him being the first one to learn that you’re a actually a girl and since having a hard time keeping you off his mind

-Him having appointed you to be his steward so he could keep you close to him at nearly all times, only to actually help you with all the work he needs to be done as he really wants you close

-Him stalling and making you stay by his side in his room as long as he can at night, saying he just needs to talk to you, simply because he worries about what could happen to you if he weren’t around

-Him keeping his eyes on you whenever you are training in the yard and taking notice of each movements, all while imagining how you’d look under all that armor

-Him having Ghost follow you around constantly whenever he can’t and making him keep you safe from any of the others that might have their suspicions about you

-Him always talking about you to Sam and slowly letting him know about his love for you, only to take up some of his advice on how to handle it

-Him hating to see you being picked on by the others, especially by Ser Alliser Thorne, and always barging in to pull you behind him and starting to threaten them

-Him panicking at the idea of you being found out and always seeming in distraught whenever you’d both have a talk about it, only calming down when he hears you say that it’ll be alright as long as you have him by your side

-Him stealing glances at you whenever you’d have to change in his room for your safety, only to grow out of breath as he ends up staring at you for a longer while

-Him not being able to keep it for himself anymore and one night just grabbing your arm to make you look at him as he professes his feelings for you

anonymous asked:

Can you do a dragon age inquisition romanced companions reacting to holding their child with the inquisitor for the first time? This account is probably my favorite on tumblr 😂

Mod Katalyna has returned from being AWOL to bring you her aesthetic: Parents of the Inquisition!(I wasn’t AWOL on purpose, I’m sorry! Life happened.)

Josephine: She’s an utter wreck, her hair a mess, her clothes in disarray, tears streaming down her face, her entire carefully contrived appearance ruined. Yet she’s completely still, only the tears that continuously fall down her face moving as she stares with almost childlike wonder down at her own child. This baby the most precious treasure she’s ever handled, worth more than her entire family’s fortune, and she knows that she’d give up everything she has to make sure this child, her child, is safe and happy. She looks up at her lover to hope that they share her awe at this little being that is now theirs.

Solas: He’s stunned for long moments, no racing thoughts or brilliant plans or anything at all going through his mind. There is nothing but the tiny bundle in his arms, half his, half his lover’s, all its own entity. Finally, a thought crystalizes: if anything in this world is real, it’s this child, my child. Eyes that reflect his own stare up at him, as if the little babe is thinking the same thing. And he knows in that instant that this child is worth risking everything for, even his duty.

Cullen: He holds his baby as if one wrong move could make it shatter, and his lover laughs as they rearrange his hands into a more natural position. But they don’t understand; this child is everything. With his first glimpse, Cullen was lost. This family is his and no one will ever threaten it. And he needs so badly to be a good father to his child, their child. He would give this baby the moons if that was what it took.

Sera: She holds the baby like an old pro but blinks down at the bundle in her arms as if she has no idea what it is. For long moments, she and the baby simply stare at each other, trying to figure each other out. Suddenly, Sera grins, then laughs. “I am gonna teach you the very best pranks, yeah?” she informs the child. Nefarious plots involving Cullen’s training dummy are already hatching. Yet even as she plans mischief, she holds the child, now hers, closer to her chest, protectively. Nobody ever messes with what’s hers.

Dorian: “Well, I, uh… How lovely,” he finally manages to say after holding the child awkwardly for a few long moments. He’s not really sure about this. It’s… it’s a baby. It’s messy and loud and awkward and helpless. Yet then the child giggles and reached stubby little arms out to him, and he’s lost. He knows he has lots of long, messy, loud, awkward, helpless nights ahead of him. But at least his amatus will be there so neither of them will ever get too overwhelmed. They’ll figure it out together.

Blackwall: He’s already got two dozen toys made by the time he holds his child for the first time. He’s prepared to battle the whole world for his baby. He’s done everything he can to be ready, but he’s still completely overwhelmed when he feels the little bundle of life in his arms for the first time. He cries happy tears when the baby pulls on his beard and pulls the other half of his family close by his side, needing to share this moment. Nothing could have ever prepared him for this.

Cassandra: She’s crying and laughing and her warrior persona has completely dissolved into the soft romantic her lover always knew was under her armor. She’s trying to sing through her tears and mostly failing, but she’s gently rocking her child and already promising it all the love she can give. She has her doubts about her abilities as a mother, but she’s going to give it everything she’s got, and her lover will be right there with her through it all. It’s all a little too perfect to believe, but she doesn’t care. It’s hers.

Iron Bull: Whoa, okay, weird. This is weird. He’d never actually thought he’d be raising a kid. If he did have any kids, he’d never have spent any time with them or even really knew about them if he hadn’t become Tal-Vashoth. And he really can’t regret that decision now, with a little bundle way too small for his big arms nestled against his chest. It’s weird but it’s also weirdly right. And he likes the idea of teaching his kid to slay dragons even as he protects them from the world- and the world from them. This could be good, and he knows his kadan will be there for every moment, and that makes it perfect.

Bonus! Because I know we have Krem fans:

Krem: Well, he’d decided to take it all in stride, but the second he laid eyes on his baby he knew that wasn’t an option anymore. Then he held the little squirming bundle and he realized he simultaneously knew exactly what to do and knew nothing at all. He was going to protect this little kid with everything in him, and he was going to hope his lover could help with the rest, because, shit, what do you even do with a kid? He held his child and rocked them gently and he knew he’d figure it all out somehow. Together with his lover, they’d figure it out.

gold and silver ⋅ part 1

medieval + fantasy au (based on game of thrones)

◇ pairing: hoseok | reader
◇ genres: drama, light angst and romance 
◇ word count: 12.308
warnings: future depictions of violence, implied sexual content
author’s note: you can easily read this story without having any game of thrones’ knowledge. I mostly took the main settings of the tv show, but other than that, you can just consider this a medieval au. please enjoy! :)

⇢ chapters: one | two (ending)

You meet Jung Hoseok on a searing afternoon, round sun high in the sky and clouds as bright and golden as the weightless tunic that reaches down your legs.

You try not to show an obvious discontent when you hear the familiar, metallic sound of steel armor coming closer, a sigh getting stuck in your throat as you realize your days of hiding have finally come to an end. The residence of the king, otherwise known as the Red Keep, is large enough to get lost easily if you do not memorize the steps you leave behind, which sounded more exciting than it should have when you first arrived to the city one week ago, completely by yourself and miles away from family and friends.

You rapidly found concealed spots where curious eyes would not burn on your skin, and a particular favorite was located deep inside the Godswood of the castle — greenish, colorful gardens that extended towards the stunning sights of the Blackwater Rush, one of the major rivers of the country.

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Chains and Blindfolds

heyheyhey you can thank @potato-fan-girl  for telling me to write this :)

Keith tugs at his arms, but all that achieves is making his shoulders ache even more.  The Galra sentry yanks at his arms, and Keith grunts.  He can hear Lance yelling, but does he listen?  No.  Why?  Because it’s Keith.  

Lance grunts as he’s thrown against the wall of the cell and Keith can only watch as the Galra pulls Lance forward by his hair and wrap a gross, greenish cloth around his eyes.  Lance tries to turn his head and wiggle out of their hold, but he just manages to get slapped and kicked in the ribs.  Keith tries to run forward, but, again, all that does is make his shoulders hurt even more.  

They throw Keith into the ground as they chain Lance’s hands into the chains hanging from the ceiling.  There’s enough chain for him to sink to the ground with his arms above him, and he does just that.  From his slumped posture, Keith can tell that Lance is lost and very afraid–uncomfortable, even.  His breathing is quick and his head is moving like he’s trying to see.  His hands are limp before him, chained together and useless.  

Keith struggles as they chain him to the chair in the corner of the room.  He can’t figure out why they have him so heavily chained rather than having Lance.  Of course, Keith has been fighting them since they knocked Lance off that ledge he was shooting from and tackled Keith while he was distracted with making sure Lance was okay.  

The Galra leave for who knows how long.  Lance’s hard, panicked breathing is all the fills the silence.  

“Lance,” Keith rasps.  “Lance come over here.”  Lance shakes his head, mumbling.

“I don’t–where?”  Lance replies.  He fumbles around for a second before he’s facing Keith.

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