wishing i had this car

EXO as things I've heard on the bus
  • Suho: With great power comes an even greater electricity bill.
  • Baekhyun: A cop pulled me over and told me "Papers", so I said "Scissors, I win!" and drove off.
  • Chanyeol: Wherever you go, there you are.
  • D.O: I wish that all of my enemies had three cars parked in front of their house. An ambulance, fire truck and police car.
  • Kai: I put my phone in airplane mode, but it's not flying!
  • Sehun: Why doesn’t glue stick to the inside of the bottle?
  • Xiumin: Chocolate comes from cocoa, which is a tree. That makes it a plant... So chocolate is a salad.
  • Lay: A day without sunshine is, like night.
  • Chen: You know you’re stupid when you wake someone up by asking if they’re asleep.

So this magnificent person brought this picture to HousCon for j2 to sign: 

and shares the story of getting it signed here

‘…the volunteer called Clif…over to check it out. He said Jensen wishes he looked like that. I gave it to the handler and she starts giggling. Clif is waiting for Jensen to see it. She hands it to Jensen and he starts laughing. He says I wish I had guys who looked like that to wash my car. He signs it but keeps staring at it for like a minute and finally gives it back. 

I get in line for Jared….Jared’s handler who seems like a tough chick said ‘what the fuck!’ and then apologised and said Jared still kind of looks like that. She hands it to Jared and he’s like ‘oh my God’. Then he takes out his phone, scrolls through something and looks at the art again….Jared is comparing himself in a shirtless picture on his phone to a shirtless drawing of himself!!! He’s wondering why Jensen has the better abs. He signs it and tells me to draw him with more abs next time. I’m thinking ‘I didn’t draw it!’ but say ok I will!’

BUT WAIT THERE’S MORE! Someone else was at autos and witnessed this

‘I had seen [Jared] exclaiming over a girl’s art…From what I could see, I think there was a shirtless Dean. She left and we stepped forward. I was watching Jared, but somehow I looked up when all of a sudden here comes Jensen sauntering up to Jared’s table. Watching that man walk is a religious experience. Anyway, he came right up behind Jared and grabbed him in what looked like it was going to be a headlock, but turned into a really sweet hug with Jensen’s arm around his neck and his chin on his shoulder. Jared was in the middle of signing and didn’t really react, just smiled softly….Jared then said, ‘Hey! I just saw a picture of you with abs!’ Jensen…said ‘I haven’t had abs since 1992!’ and walked out the door. Jared said ‘yeah more like 19….30′ while looking at me since Jensen was already gone.’ 

THIS IS ALL PURE GOLD but that last bit in particular slakes my constant thirst for Jared calling Jensen an old man (’while looking at me’ etc I DIE). 

The King (7)

Originally posted by fyeahmarvel

The King Chapter 1

T’Challa x Reader

Summary: sugar daddy art collector T’Challa

Warnings: angst

A/N: Still no smut. It’s also kind of short. But hopefully you guys like it anyway!


T'Challa heard the all too familiar sound of your voicemail starting again as he pulled the phone from his ear and sighed. He hung up then dropped the phone down on his desk and rubbed his face in frustration. He had been trying to get ahold of you for weeks now but you wouldn’t answer his calls, hell you weren’t even keeping the presents he sent you. You returned every last one of them, even the flowers. Short of actually going to your home, which he knew you didn’t want, he felt like he had tried everything.

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In 20 years at my house I’ve had three sets of patio furniture. Today saw the delivery of number four.

When I was younger and money was tight I bought cheap plastic stuff. It was white, at first. Then it got ugly.

That was followed by an aluminum set. The chairs had amazingly comfortable cushions. Though marked “weatherproof” they faded after years in the sun. The tabletop was glass. Shockingly, despite two active young boys in the home and occasional strong summer storms it never broke. Eventually it got ugly. It was still functional so I gave it away via Craigslist.

An old man arrived with a minivan filled with (him: treasures, me: junk). I laughed wondering where he thought he’d fit four chairs and a table. For ten minutes he rustled around. He was magician-like in his ability to make a patio set disappear into an otherwise full vehicle.

The third set, of which you can see part of a chair on the right, came free from a neighbor when she got new furniture. It’s held up OK but I worry that it’s going to leave a rust mark on the patio. The chairs are a tiny bit wobbly. I want wider armrests too.

Today the items you see here were delivered. They’re constructed of “boards” made from recycled pop bottles. You know how much I love recycling. I’m positively tingling today from that big smooch Gaia just gave me.

This furniture is guaranteed for 35 years. It won’t fade in the sun. In fact it can stay outside on the patio year round. Previous tables and chairs I moved under a roof overhang to protect them from snow over the winter.

The set is “counter height.” That’s why the chairs have footrests. Taller than dining height, lower than bar height – this is the baby bear of table height.

Just right.

30 Day Idol Challenge - Day 21 - At The Car

Day TwentyOne of the challenge @devikafernando found is ‘At The Car’


 


I wonder who you call for late night Delivery!Tom? Try @devikafernando and @noclevernamelbr for more

A Way to You Again: Part 7

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Language, Angst, Panic Attacks

Word Count:  1350

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Summary: Bucky and Y/N have been fairly successful at keeping their relationship hidden from the rest of the Avengers. That is… until Nat walks into the kitchen one night and finds Bucky kissing Y/N. While Y/N is relieved that their relationship is out in the open it soon becomes more complicated than she could have ever imagined.

Author’s Notes: Thanks to the lovely @melconnor2007 for the request. 

DRAMA!

I always love hearing from you guys <3.

Originally posted by captaincentenarian

Originally posted by sansqstark

The next few minutes were a blur of me screaming expletives shrilly at Steve. “STEVEN FUCKING GRANT ROGERS – YOU LITTLE SHIT!” I yelled as I punched him in the arm.

“Hey! We could wreck! Maybe take it out on me later?” he asked as he rolled his eyes.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked – trying to keep my voice level and failing miserably.

He shrugged somewhat apologetically. “Look – I’ve known Buck for a long time. He’s miserable without you, but he thinks you’re better off without him. He was driving himself crazy about it but refused to even listen to Tony when he said he knew where you were. He’s stubborn – there’s just no way around it,” he explained defensively – keeping an eye on me to make sure no further punches were in his immediate future.

“So… so he has no idea I’m coming?” I asked nervously as I chewed on my bottom lip.

“No,” Steve responded matter-of-factly. “But I can assure you he will be relieved when he sees you,” he added.

“Steve, pull over for a second,” I choked out as pure panic gripped me.

“Oh come on, Y/N! You can’t drive!” he whined.

“Pull over!” I yelled. The urgency in my voice finally prompted him to oblige. I jumped out of the car before it had fully stopped and ran into the nearby field where I promptly fell to my knees and vomited. I wiped my mouth with the back of my shaking hand as I rose unsteadily to my feet. So Bucky didn’t initiate this. He hadn’t even tried. His best friend was fighting for me and he wasn’t even trying. As I trudged back to the car I wished that I had never agreed to come back. I was better off alone.

“Are you okay?” Steve asked quietly as I climbed back into my seat and closed the door behind me.

“Why didn’t you tell me Steve?” I asked as tears pricked at the corners of my eyes.

He was quiet for a moment before he turned to me. “Because I knew you would never come back if I told you. What kind of friend would I be to either of you if I sat by idly and let you both ruin this?” When I looked into his eyes I knew that he meant it. He wanted so desperately for things to be fixed, but for some reason I doubted it would ever happen. I smiled at him weakly as he pulled the car back onto the interstate. The sudden feeling of panic had completely drained my energy. I resolved myself to finally lay my head back down on my makeshift pillow and close my eyes wearily. Within minutes I had fallen fast asleep.


“Y/N,” Steve whispered as he shook me softly. I grunted in reply. Why was he being so persistent in trying to wake me up? I just wanted to sleep a little longer.

“Go away,” I muttered grumpily as I tried to shoo his hands away from my arm.

“We’re here,” he finally said out of exasperation. This caused me to wake fully with a start.

“Oh,” I muttered nervously as I looked around the parking garage of Stark Tower. Bucky’s motorcycle was parked two spaces down – my heart almost jumped through my chest when I saw it.

“I’ll get your bags,” Steve responded as I exited the car.

The elevator ride was mostly quiet. Even after the nearly four-hour nap I had taken on the way to the tower I was exhausted. More than anything I wanted to escape to my room, take a long hot shower, and rest. The idea of seeing Bucky after the long drive was exhausting within itself. As the elevator doors opened we were greeted with laughter from the common room.

“Yo! Y/N!” Sam yelled from the couch – waving at me. “How was your vacation?” I smiled warmly at him and saw Tony turn to face me from one of the many chairs in the room. He offered me a small wink of hello. He had kept up the façade for me, god bless him, no one but those involved knew.

“It was great Sam, thanks,” I managed to respond back quietly.

“Who are you talking to?” Bucky called to Sam as he walked out of the kitchen – Natasha following closely behind. Sam didn’t have time to respond before Bucky’s eyes found me – the plate of food he had been carrying fell to the floor and shattered.

“Hi Buck,” I responded quietly, averting my eyes from him.

“Dude, what the fuck? You need help carrying your food around, grandpa?” Sam chastised as Bucky scrambled to the floor to carefully pick up the shards of glass and food that now littered it. It gave me an easy out.

“Well the drive was exhausting so I’m… erm… gonna head to my room to rest for awhile. I’ll be up in a few hours,” I muttered as I turned on my heel and fled towards the hallway that led to our rooms.

“Don’t forget – team dinner and meeting at seven!” Tony called casually behind me. I sighed as I neared my door— It wasn’t going to be easy to hideout in my room after all.


“Are you okay?” Steve whispered as he closed the door to my room behind him.

“Um.. yeah… I think so,” I responded lamely as I shifted uneasily. The sight of Nat being so close to Bucky made me want to scream.  “I think I’m just going to take a shower and sleep for a few more hours. I feel exhausted,” I muttered.

“Okay, let me know if you need anything. I’ll make sure you’re up for the meeting.” Steve smiled warmly at me as he opened the door.

“Steve?”

“Yeah, Y/N?”

“Will you lock the door before you close it, please?” He smiled sadly before turning the lock and closing the door behind him.

I sighed shakily as I sat on the corner of my bed. The last night I had spent in this room had been with Bucky and things had been so perfect. Now everything was all twisted up, and I didn’t know if there was a way to fix it. I pushed off the bed and headed to the shower – determined that it was exactly what I needed.


“What the hell were you thinking, Buck?” I could hear Steve’s raised voice through the wall. Dinner was less than an hour away so I grudgingly opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling. Since Bucky’s room shared a wall with mine it was impossible to not hear the conversation that was unfolding on the other side.

“I don’t know, Steve,” Bucky responded gruffly.

“How about you try better than that?” Steve had hidden his anger pretty well for me, but he wasn’t holding back on his friend. It was the maddest I had ever heard him.

“Listen, I was lonely. You know what that’s like, right? She was there, and it was just a casual thing. It happened a few times… I know I shouldn’t have let it, but it did. I knew it was wrong so I ended it.”

“And then you did the same thing to Y/N?” Steve asked incredulously.

“It… No. I know it looks the same, but it isn’t. She’s different. It’s different with her. Well… it was different with her,” he added sadly.

“This is your mess, Buck. You better make it right with her,” Steve added before the slam of Bucky’s door rattled the wall.

There was a gentle knock at my door that caused me to shoot up out of the bed. “Who is it?” I asked nervously.

“It’s me,” Steve’s voice replied softly from the other side of the door. “Are you ready?”

“Yeah,” I called as I grabbed a zip up sweater and put it on absentmindedly. I opened the door and could immediately feel the tension rolling off of Steve.

“Are you okay?” I asked cautiously.

“Yeah, let’s get to dinner,” he responded as I followed him out of the room.


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Certain Things - Song-based / Mixed Requests

Requested by anon: Sherlock x reader where Sherlock is in love with the reader but is too afraid to say it. and one day the reader overhears him talking to John about it. (lots of fluff)
& anon: Sherlock x reader fic based on the song Certain things by James Arthur. Like Sherlock doesn’t understand his feelings after towards her after spending time with her and he just notices small things about her until he finally understands his feelings. With just a lot of fluff in it?
& anon: Can I make a Sherlock request where the reader falls asleep on Sherlock’s couch and they aren’t really dating yet and he is really sweet and gentle with her? Like he drapes a blanket over her, or brushes the hair out of her eyes Agh!
& anon: Sherlock X reader fanfic where Sherlock accepts his feelings for reader and he tries to impress her but he asks John first so John tries to prank him and tell him to say a bunch of cheesy pick up lines? 
& anon:  Hey can I request a Sherlock imagine with the reader where he asks her out for the first time and he’s super super nervous and she’s kind of insecure about it?? With a lot of fluff too? 

Pairing: Sherlock x reader

Word count: 3,703

Warnings: Un-edited.

A/N: I craved to write this ever since I found a way to mix all of the requests. I love it dearly, and I hope you do too. Also, if there are any grammar mistake (or any kind of mistake, really) I’m sorry, today was exhausting (and English isn’t my first language so…) but I was so happy I felt like writing something.

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Originally posted by nothingsgonnachangemyworld

The noise of the bomb was so loud Sherlock could only hear a high pitched and elongated peep. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion out of a sudden. The bomb had exploded, yes, but Sherlock could clearly see the car it had been trapped in exploding along. The shattered glasses flying in every direction, and the few civilians nearby being pushed by the impulse of the explosion. He turned to his right, finding a very concerned John covering his face with his arms.

Then he turned to his left, and found (Y/N) with her eyes fixed on the explosion. Everything moved slower. Her knees were hurt, and she was dirty; her hair was messy and her clothes were covered with both sweat and dirt. She wasn’t trying to cover her face like John; instead, she was turning to look at Sherlock.

Their eyes met for a split second, but it felt like bewitching ages to them. They were worried about the other; laying on the ground as the bomb they had frantically looked for exploded – they were too late.

He extended his hand, trying to reach hers unconsciously. (Y/N) took his hand without hesitation and Sherlock pulled her closer to him, not caring if her legs got scratched with the ground, because it would be nothing compared to the damage of being unprotected from the flying glasses.

Once in his arms, Sherlock covered her face and upper body protectively against his chest. His face nuzzled over her hair and he shut his eyes tightly. His arms were wrapped around her body, and even when he was too exposed, he felt save.

The world went back to its regular speed. The bomb blew away many passer-by’s and the windows from the nearest buildings. The pieces of glass got spread all over, including Sherlock and (Y/N)’s hair. The pieces of the car that didn’t turn into small pieces flew away, hitting many other innocents in the process. It was a real mess, yet, it could’ve been worse.

The precious seconds went by quickly. The bomb had exploded and the consequences had been severe, but at least (Y/N) and John were fine and that was all Sherlock cared about.

After the impact, when they could hear again the silence of the street, (Y/N) pulled slightly away to look at her surroundings. There were bodies all around, but they were all alive. Sherlock was staring at her, and when (Y/N) turned to look at him she saw something she had never seen in him before: He was worried.

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i remember when i was 8 and i first saw cars in the theater.. all i wanted to see was a girl who raced like lightning so i could be just like her and i could compare myself to her and it just never really happened… now im 18 and they finally brought up a strong female character who races just like i wanted it to be when i was a kid. seriously representation matters so much when ur young its insane, im glad sum lil girls are gonna grow up seeing cruz and its gonna inspires them to achieve their dreams, its just makes me so happy. i wish i had a character like cruz to look at when i was eight.

The Outsiders Handwriting Headcanons

Dally:

  • Contrary to popular belief, Dally actually has really neat handwriting
  • He just never uses it
  • He can’t stand messy handwriting 
  • Which is why he leaves as soon as two-bit or Soda start writing anything
  • It’s not overly fancy, but he has really amazing cursive
  • His handwriting is medium sized
  • When he’s really tired, his words start blurring together into an unreadable scribble
  • He likes writing with black inked pens
  • But secretly hates pens cause he’s paranoid he’ll spell something wrong
  • His spelling is actually the best, other than Pony’s
  • Probably owns a fountain pen but never tells anyone
  • Even though he doesn’t care about what his dad thinks, he writes a letter to him everyday that he never sends
  • Low-key loves writing and can write amazing shit, but has to keep his tough guy facade, so he normally never writes

Johnny:

  • He has a purple pen that he carries everywhere
  • He loves that purple pen so much
  • The poor boy loves to write
  • But never does, cause his spelling is atrocious 
  • He prefers to doodle
  • Normally on his arm
  • The gang was so concerned the first time they saw all these little reddish purple lines on his hand
  • But now they’ve gotten used to it
  • He has other pens, but his favorite is the purple one
  • His handwriting is pretty scribbly, but it can be really neat when he tries
  • His handwriting is really small, cause again, he’s self-conscious about his spelling
  • He’s the best at writing birthday cards though, so everyone loves when he does write
  • Low key writes like a 10 year old, but everyone finds it so cute, so it doesn’t bother him as much anymore

Two-Bit:

  • He’s always slightly buzzed, and that shows in his handwriting
  • It’s always really shaky and hard to understand
  • Actually has really small handwriting
  • But the spaces inbetween them are                 H      U      G      E
  • He can’t actually read cursive
  • But he can only write in cursive
  • So he’s always staring at his handwriting, trying to understand wtf he just wrote
  • Always writes in pen
  • Has really bad spelling, so normally half the page is crossed out
  • If he does write with a pencil, it never has an eraser, so always blacking out an entire page

Sodapop:

  • This boy cannot sit still, so how do you think his writing is?
  • It’s literally so messy
  • Really big
  • Normally doodles, rather than writes
  • For most of his school, he just drew a soda bottle on the name part of his worksheet, because he hates his writing
  • Very poetic, but can’t write so he hates it
  • He secretly gets Darry or Dally to write for him for most stuff
  • His spelling is so awful, because he’s dylexic
  • He hated that, and always tried to avoid writing whenever
  • Wishes he had nice handwriting
  • But realizes, that he can’t be perfect
  •  Would rather have Pony read to him than write any day

Steve:

  • His spelling is slightly worse than Dally’s, so it’s pretty good 
  • This bitch has the BIGGEST handwriting of them all
  • Hates writing in pen
  • But literally only owns pens  
  • He’s that kid that’s always asking to borrow a pencil 
  • But never gives it back  
  • Mostly cause he lost it 5 minutes after it was given to him  
  • Always carries a little notebook around 
  • It makes him feel as if he’s got his life together
  • He doesn’t
  • He has to color code stuff  
  • He’s the kid that highlights everything cause he thinks it’s all important  
  • He’s also the kid that writes in books  
  • Mainly cause it drives Pony c R a Z Y  
  • Writes reminders on his hand  
  • His handwriting is hands down the Worst™   
  • But he’s amazing at drawing  
  • His notebook doubles as his sketchbook
  • Sometimes wishes he could write, cause he has so many stories in the head 
    • (I hc him as a secret daydreamer) 
  • Is really good at making up angsty love stories 
  • Dal once found a short story, and when Steve found him, Dally was literally in tears 
  • They both never spoke of that  
  • He just has God awful handwriting, and wish writing was like fixing a car (sorry, I HAD TO) 

Ponyboy:

  • AWESOME speller  
  • Awful handwriting 
  • Everyone thinks that he has to have everything in a specific order
  • Nope
  • (He actually never knows where anything is)
  • His handwriting is really small 
  • And he either writes with no pressure so nobody can ever read what he writes
  • Or rips the page cause he was pressing too hard
  • His handwriting is really sloppy
  • Doesn’t really give a shit about what his handwriting looks like
  • And everyone can tell
  • His handwriting was neater when he was younger
  • Mostly cause his mom was super anal about it
  • Darry gave up trying to make sure his handwriting was neat
  • Probably has his own secret shorthand that he uses
  • Only ever writes neatly for school reports because he doesn’t want credit taken off
  • Would rather draw, but appreciates writing

Darry: 

  • Only ever writes in cursive
  • Also has super small handwriting
  • Only ever really writes his signature
  • Has a planner and a pencil case
  • Which are both super organized
  • He has two black pens, one blue pen, 4 pencils, one red pen and two pink erasers in his pencil case at all times
  • But at home he has a shit-ton of highlighters
  • And lots of colored pens and markers
  • Cause let’s face it, he colorcodes eVEryYtHiNG
  • He’s super proud of his planner
  • Cause now somehow he can remember everything
  • (As if he couldn’t before)
  • I really have no hcs for Darry because, HE DESERVES A FUCKING BREAK AND SHOULD NOT HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT KEEPING CUSTODY OF HIS LITTLE BROTHERS

Feel free to expand!! Also, if you guys want, I could do samples of what I think each of their handwriting is!

anonymous asked:

phil can't drive and I wish he did so we could see the wonders of phil driving a car

i wish phil had the capacity to run me over but he would probably miss

signifiedbutthead  asked:

What are your favorite zen master episodes? Both from earlier seasons and five/six

This is a blog run by lots of people, so I invite my partners to answer with their favorites too :) Mine (Nina/jacquelineshyde) would be:

  • Season 1, episode episode 18: Career Day. 
    I think this is the episode when we start noticing how similar Hyde and Jackie’s deeper wounds are. They both have absent parents and they both seek for advice and attention on more loving parents they know, The Formans. In this case, Red. Who also shows us he is truly a great dad. 

    That small smile Hyde gives Jackie when she goes under the car again is just adorable. I also love seeing Jackie working with cars, I wish this was something that had stayed with the show.
  • Season 1, episode 19: Prom Night. 
    This is when I started to ship them.

    Until this episode, Hyde’s characterization was horrible for me. I didn’t like him at all until this episode happened. Because he is shown as a person who cares and respects other people’s struggles and desires. He tries to help Jackie, not because she is his friend or because he likes her, but because he can’t stand her crying and knows it’s the right thing to do. 

    He later makes Kelso go back to her, even knowing his stupid friend may hurt her again, because in that moment is the right thing to do. We get to see a part of Hyde we didn’t until this episode, and I love that Jackie is the first character to bring up this charcterization from Hyde. It tells you a lot, and its curious due to how things go between them later ;) 

    While Jackie, we see her as a real human being here. She is sad, she struggles, she wants to enjoy something like any other teenager and she is going through a hard time. She’s vulnerable but also she is shown as th strong character she is. She walks and dances, and dress up beautiful for her prom even knowing she will be seeing Kelso. 

    The way she compliments Hyde, makes a good observation about herself and asks to mee his mother, tells you she is more than her shallow mask. It’s good to see that.

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