well dressed kid

anonymous asked:

(Camp counselor Jasper au) Jasper and David having to do a salsa or tango camp and having to demonstrate

i can;t draw people dancing so take this instead kafhbajfl

anonymous asked:


Omg I’m so happy you liked them! Here ya go, I got exited and made a small background… thingy.

Beauty And The Beast Tag Thing

I’ve seen a bunch of these things going around online, so I figured I would make a Beauty and the Beast themed one.

Enter the following words into the tag and place the first result other than the word itself:

Rose, Mirror, Magic, Disney, Love, Kiss, Beautiful, Change, Spell, Curse, Book, Eggs, Fool, Yellow, Dress, Dance, Castle, Tale

If no tag exists for one of the words, keep deleting a letter until a tag appears on your tags list.


“‘We’ll all take turns as den mothers!’ Batman said. ‘It’ll be fun!’ Batman said.” –Black Canary, done with all her colleagues and these crazy little punks.

Based off of this fantastic text post by incorrectyjquotes. I’ve been giggling about it for a couple days…

anonymous asked:

chelldos 2 (royalty) if you're still doing the aus (they are awesome btw)

2. Royalty (Warning this isn’t very chelldos-y but now I’m tempted to write a short sequel to this that is super gay so if you want that, let me know)

Gladys was only doing this because mother and father were forcing her. Father had gone on and on about the importance of ‘building and nurturing strong bonds between yourself and other kingdoms’ and how ‘she needed to pay attention if she ever wanted to be a good leader.’ To be fair, she was listening. To at least half of what he said.

Mother had, of course, taken a more consoling route, informing her that the other king had a daughter around Gladys’s age, and it’d be good for her to make a friend. Gladys’s argued that she’d much rather be reading than hanging around with some kid she didn’t know.  But in the end, her attempts were pointless, and she ended up going regardless.

She crossed her arms over her chest and bitterly stewed in her own head for the whole trip, staring out the carriage window and glaring at the passing scenery. If she had to come, then she was going to make it as miserable as she possibly could.  Was this childish? Yes, as her mother informed her. But despite her relative maturity, she was still a child. A royal upbringing could only wring out so much childlike behaviors. Some things were unavoidable. Attitude seemed to be, in her case, one of them.

When they arrived, she was told rather sternly by her father to behave, and at least smile for the king when they met him. She had to stick around for awhile, but after dinner, she would be allowed to go play.  She reluctantly agreed, knowing that nothing good could come out of messing this up for her father.

Dinner was long. And boring. The supposed daughter of this king hadn’t even been there, so it was just Gladys and a table full of adults. Gladys was doing her best to be very still, and sit up straight, and not to forget her manners. But the sun had long since set, and her father had already gone through at least two bottles of likely expensive wine. 

Her annoyance must’ve crossed her face, as her mother- who was sitting next to her, carefully leaned over and gave a patient smile.

“I think you can be excused. You’ve done enough for today.”

Gladys just about leapt from her seat, and bounded out the door.  She made a beeline for the hallway that had been pointed out to them on their way in, as she knew the room they’d be staying in was at the end of it, but as she made the sharp turn around the corner, she nearly bumped into someone.

“Hey! Watch where you’re going-”

She shut her mouth before she could finish her sentence, realizing that it was entirely possible she bumped into someone important.

But instead, it looked to be… a servant boy?  She blinked, confused for a moment. A child, a little taller than she was, wearing slightly dirty tan clothes, that were ripped at the edges. He wore a hat, and Gladys could only see traces of dark brown hair peaking out from under it.  His eyes were a grayish blue, but in the dim lighting of the hallway, they almost looked silver.

He looked her over, and suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he held his hand out to shake.  Gladys’s eyed it with disdain. She wasn’t supposed to interact with servants. But…

With a noise of contempt, she accepted the handshake, scowling at the rough texture of the servant’s skin.   She was quick to pull away, but the boy held on for a moment.  She glared, and was about to speak up, even call for her mother, when she felt her arm being tugged.

The boy, who still hadn’t said a single word, was tugging her towards one of the archways, and if she remembered correctly, outside towards the courtyard.

“Let go of me!”  

She snapped, pulling her arm away.  But… she didn’t turn and leave. Perhaps it was the boringness of the evening rubbing off on her, but she was a little tempted to see what this ruffian wanted her to see. Maybe it’d be exciting.  So… she followed.

Outside was a beautiful courtyard, filled with beautifully tended bushes, flowers and trees. Marble statues lined the edges, and in the middle, a pearly white fountain.

“Are you sure a servant like you is supposed to be somewhere this nice? Don’t you have animals to be cleaning up after or something?”

Gladys couldn’t help the sneer that came to her face as she watched the boy run forward into the open space of grass, throwing his arms into the air and grinning widely as he stared up at the stars.

Slowly, he turned his gaze back to Gladys, silently laughing at her statement. And, with one swift movement, pulled his hat off and tossed it to the side, revealing long hair. It wasn’t matted and dirty, as a matter of fact, it looked downright silky.


Gladys opened her mouth, but her brain was still a step behind, processing all this. The “servant” pointed back to the castle, then back to themselves.

“You’re the princess I heard about?!”

Enthusiastic nodding followed this, as well as a toothy grin.

“So you mean to tell me you’re dressing up as a boy, running around and getting yourself all dirty?” 

Another nod, but this time, followed by a hand gesture. Telling Gladys to join her.  As if.  Gladys didn’t know how things worked here, but where she came from, a princess wouldn’t be caught dead playing in the dirt.

But… watching the other girl climb a tree did look like fun. And… what did it matter, so long as she wasn’t caught?

anonymous asked:

Hey duder, hope you're getting at least a bit better with all the love pouring in. Honestly fuck the haters and the rude people. Know that I will personally kick their asses for you and I'm sure countless other will too. Stay strong and get some rest if you need to. You do you boo.

I swear I answered this ages ago and called you the tough guy anon and everything. Looks like the wi-fi failed me, sorry about that.

Honestly, I have the greatest friends and followers here so my mood was brought up in no time. I do still feel like I need a couple days to clear my head and heart though. I’m okay, I just have too much going on at the moment and taking a step back is the right thing to do. Thank you so much for the love and support!

Originally posted by keldelel

Gang Imagine

Requested: @crybaby-lashton

Can you do a imagine with the whole gang where there’s a girl from New York and she’s shy and multiracial the socs come to bother her outside the dx and they help her

I had just moved to Tulsa and I was very nervous. It was hard in New York being multiracial, but in the south, being multiracial was even harder. It sucked in fact. I knew I would never be friends with anyone because no one would want me around. So, I barely talked to anyone and kept to myself. It was better this way…right?

I was outside the DX because I needed to fill up my car on gas. As I waited for my car to fill up, some well dressed kids came up to me. “Hey, where you are from?” they asked. “Uh, New York.” I said quietly. “New York, huh? Well you look like an alien. You don’t belong here or wherever the hell the other half of you is from!” another one said. I looked down and took their verbal blows. 

All of a sudden, some guys came out and chased them away with windshield wipers. “That should scare them off.” one said. “Two-Bit, they were just windshield wipers.” another said. “Yeah, but they don’t need to know that.” the first, Two-Bit?, said. “Hey, are you okay?” one said to me. He was only a couple inches taller than me, and I was not tall. He had bright blonde hair and icy eyes. I nodded nervously. “Sorry ‘bout that. I can talk to the owner if you want. He’s our boss.” one said and pointed to a very handsome boy next to him. “No, no. It’s fine.” I said quietly.  “Are you new here?” a very tall guy asked. I nodded, “Just moved here.” “Where are you from?” the one who said he worked here asked. “New York.” I said. “No way! That’s where I’m from! Where were you at?” the blonde one asked. “Brooklyn.” I responded. “I lived in the Bronx.” he said, “I’m Dally by the way.”

“I’m Y/N.” “Oh, yeah, I’m Steve and this is Soda.” the DX worker said and pointed to the handsome one. “I’m Darry.” the tall one said. “I’m Two-Bit Matthews.” he said. “I’m Ponyboy.” the one who was talking with Two-Bit earlier said. “And I’m Johnny.” the quiet one said. I gave him a smile. “Welcome to our gang!”

anonymous asked:

Recently manyof the sterek fics that I've been reading, the favorite uncle of the child is neither Scott nor Boyd but Jackson??!! As much as I love Stiles and Derek react to their kid being in love with Jackson in their own ways, how did the fandom decide on this? It's precious

I have never heard of this???? but I love it????? 

Things I know about Uncle Jackson via Sterek:

1.) He keeps the kids well dressed (like, ridiculously well dressed). He takes pride on making them look like miniature runway models but mostly, he gets a kick out of pissing Stiles off whenever the kids come back and the carefully selected graphic tees Stiles picked out for them are crumpled in their overnight bags. 

2.) He pretends not to care when Stiles and Derek ask someone else to babysit when in actual fact he probably cancelled his sleek, fancy, exciting plans just to spend time with kids this weekend and casually invites himself over to Scott’s or Boyd’s, shooing them out of their own houses because “really, you go on your date night, ugh, I guess I will have to stay here with them instead, you all owe me for this completely random favour big time”. Everyone totally knows what Jackson is up to but they allow him to think he’s being subtle. 

3.) He teaches the kids all the words to chart songs because he knows Derek hates chart music and Jackson is, by very nature, a dick. This, unfortunately, backfires on the kids when Stiles starts singing along with them and breaking out into “dad moves”, singing that old classic tune Anaconda at Derek while throwing dollar bills at him. (Both Jackson and the kids - probably in their awkward, late teens at this point - are traumatised for life.)

4.) He downloads Tinder and decides to swipe left or right based on what the kids think. The kids actually interrogate his dates, sometimes they actually demand to be at Uncle Jackson’s before a “big date”. (Side note: the kids all want Uncle Jackson to end up with Uncle Danny; they are still figuring out a way to convince Uncle Danny to move back to Beacon Hills - when they were younger, they even went so far as to try and get an IT guy fired because they knew Uncle Danny worked with computers. They got grounded for two weeks but Stiles was secretly impressed at the lengths they went to to get the guy fired. Derek reluctantly found the whole thing endearing, mostly because the guy that nearly got fired once chatted Stiles up knowing he was taken and he’s hated him ever since.)

5.) The kids have frequently had to cheer Jackson up after sad Disney movies. They once asked Derek to pack extra tissues in their bag because “we want to watch Up and we don’t think Uncle Jackson’s eyes will survive, Papa! They might drown if we don’t take p-per-precautions!

6.) Jackson Whittemore loves those kids and if you try and hurt them he will sue you.

anonymous asked:

Markjae please! With youngjae as a cute innocent vampire :3

warnings: pile on dem clicheeeees ;A; 

word count: 5k

author: angel

so I really really I promise I really tried to stay away from this but the prompt just gOT me and throttled me and I was forced to write this ;A; roles were (quite obviously) inspired by this rather gorgeous fic and yj as vampire was just yj actually sobs. I hope you don’t mind that I took a couple of creative liberties with the rest of the members anon ;A; (or that I’m still sitting on that yugyeom centric fic ahaHAHA) uhm. hope you enjoy cries, i really indulged in a lot for this one /whimpers

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