work it t shirt

And now, random refuse to regret snippets, in no particular order, and without context. 

Prompto hugged himself, feeling more than a little awkward. Here he was, out in the desert at sunset, wearing nothing but a flimsy, threadbare t-shirt from work and denim shorts so tight he didn’t know what he’d been thinking when he bought them. (Tips. He’d been thinking about tips.) Even with Gladio’s jacket draped over his shoulders he was starting to feel the chill and, compared to the bikers and even Ignis, he felt under dressed. 

And yet Gladio kept glancing his way, an appreciative gleam in his eye. It was almost enough to make Prompto feel…but it wasn’t enough. So instead his skin crawled with every slow pass of golden eyes over him and his heart stuttered in it’s rhythm every time the alpha’s hand touched the small of his back under the jacket, pushed up his shirt to stroke at his skin. His stomach was rolling, Gladio’s scent lingering so heavy in the worn leather of his coat that even outside it was near overwhelming. 

Prompto wasn’t sure if he was disgusted or turned on and that was…hard to grasp in and of itself. 

“I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about!” Axis shouted, stepping back from a bored looking Noctis and straight into the arms of the silent, older man Gladio had identified as ‘Cor’. Axis tried to move away, to shake off the hands grasping his arms but for all that he was clearly younger and Cor looked worn out the older biker didn’t so much as move. 

Axis snarled and for a moment his face was different, narrow, shifting and changing under his skin. “I’ve never stolen shit from your dad!”

Gladio slipped away from his side, started over to where the other bikers were talking, crowded around the duffel bags Axis had brought. Prompto watched him roll powerful shoulders, stretch his arms above his head; there was a bounce to his step, almost a strut. He looked…excited. 

“There’s proof.” Noctis said, arms crossing over his chest. “I’ve had Crowe in your motel room, she sent pictures-”

“Fucking witch- you can’t trust her.” Axis said, tone changing to something careful, collected. “She’s been trying to get Ulric from under you for years. Setting you up like this is just here working her magic bullshit. You know how those witches are.” 

Prompto blinked. Witches? Did he mean-

“Fuck, Gladio, you can’t be serious.” Axis’ voice rose up, cracked into something like the whimper of an injured animal. “You know me. I rode with you and your dad.” 


“End it.” 

A hand touched Prompto’s shoulder. He looked up, wide-eyed, at Ignis. He couldn’t think to do anything but follow as the other omega forced him to turn and face in the other direction. 

Looking away didn’t stop him from hearing. A low rumbling sound, like a motor or a growl, a pained scream that melted into a howl, something snapping, tearing, and then a wet gurgle. A heavy meaty thud. 

A voice he didn’t know sighed. “Six, Gladio, you practically took his head off.” 

“Opps.” Gladio said, nothing at all contrite in his tone. 

The small omega pushed closer to Noctis, put a hand on his chest, smiled with too sharp teeth. If he’d had a tail (and hell, maybe he did. Prompto couldn’t rule anything out anymore) it would have been wagging. “You are in charge aren’t you? I can tell you are. Why don’t you let me-”

“That’s enough.” Ignis said, hand darting out and catching the other omega’s wrist. With one hard tug he had him away from Noctis and cringing in pain. “This alpha is mine.”

Prompto’s eyes darted around anxiously, looking for…he didn’t know what. Anything that wasn’t Ignis about to be punished for laying claim to an alpha in front of a dozen people. But nothing happened. Noctis just sighed and shifted his weight on his feet, looked elsewhere. 

The small blond somehow turned his cringe into a coy smile. “For now but alphas get bored of the same thing over and over. I know all about you, Scientia, and aaybe it’s time for someone new and less…well used.” 

“Ah.” Gladio said quietly. “He’s fucked.” 

Ignis smiled back; Prompto shivered. “Noctis. Alpha, may I handle this?” 

Noctis rubbed at his eyes. “We could use him. He was Drautos’ bitch, he might know-” Ignis turned the barest amount, fixed a look on Noctis so cold it made Prompto step back to press against Gladio as his breath caught in his throat. His alpha wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him closer. Noctis held up a placating hand. “Fine, do what you want.” 

Prompto didn’t see where the knife came from. One second Ignis’ hand was empty and the next there was a knife in it, blade sliding out of it’s handle with a flick of his wrist. The blond omega yelped then rippled, body changing, shrinking, teeth growing. It wasn’t going to be fast enough, Prompto could already tell. Ignis’ hand arced forward, blade flashing in the light of the parking garage and-

“Stop.” Cor said, sliding off of his bike. Ignis stopped, blade dangerously close to the other omega’s eye, and cocked his head to the side slightly. The other omega stopped too, golden fur sprouting on his face and claws half extended. “I’m taking him.” 

Gladio hummed. “Literally fucked.” 

Cor shot them an unimpressed look. 

“That,” Crowe drawled as she flicked a braid back behind her shoulder. “Is Ravus. He runs with us sometimes but Noctis lets him run alone when he wants.” 

Prompto looked at the platinum haired man again, focused to make sure he hadn’t read him wrong and to take in the hungry way eyes followed him across the club, then looked back at the alpha female. “He’s an omega.” 

An unmated omega, neck free of marks and scent only his own, gliding through a club full of shifter alphas and betas, head held high, never casting more than a disdainful look at anyone who looked like they might try to get close. How was that even possible, among these half-animals who only seemed to believe in ‘See, want, take’ as a way of life. 

“Ravus is something.” Crowe agreed, flashing her teeth in a lusty smile. “Something I’d like to give a try, if I didn’t value not being turned into a toad for one of Lady Luna’s spells.” 



So Wednesday is “character day” at my daughter’s school. They get to dress up as their role models and people they look up to.
Guess who she wants to be.

We didn’t have a shirt that really worked, so i had to make one (when I showed it to her, she got really excited and said ‘my shirt is so beautiful!’)

Thanks for being such an awesome role model for her Jack, couldn’t be prouder of either of y'all.

Me: *When Not Working, I Wear Jeans And Ratty Old T-Shirts*

Also Me: *Gets Disproportionately Bothered When A Character Has A Genuinely Badly Designed Outfit Or Someone Gives A Character A Terrible Redesign*

Picked up on working on a little Scully sketch/painting again. Realism isn’t really my thing, so I don’t know if I’ll ever finish this. I do have some more illustrative XF/MSR works in progress though that I will share soon. I’m even setting up a little shop, mainly because there are a couple of new traditional tattoo style flash illustrations I’m working on that I think will work nice as t-shirts as well as prints.

cawcawoedipus  asked:

Gender presentation goals: idk, a warm big hoodie and loose jeans work, but skinny jeans and a cool ripped t-shirt also work, but leggings with shorts/a skirt also work but a gorgeous dress also works but a buttoned down shirt and a blazer also work but basically I just want people to look and say "this person looks random as fuck".

YESSSS looking random as fuck is amazing
~ Chris


#Blackout Featured Artist: Sloane Siobhan

The Artist Behind “Lollipop Girl” featured on the #Blackout’s Shorty Awards Page.

Sloane Siobhan is a visual artist specializing in oil painting. Nurturing her talents at the age of 4, she enrolled in MonArt and was trained by Jillian Goldberg and later attended high school at NorthWest School of the Arts to concentrate in visual arts. She graduated from Appalachian State University in December 2016 with a Bachelor of Fine Arts, and painting concentration.

Sloane has worked on various projects including but not limited to client commissions, t-shirt designs & banners for the student run club Black Student Association, and silent auctions for the Heart Association. She was published in the Charlotte Observer in an article showcasing her talents to help spread awareness about the plight of women in the Democratic Republic of the Congo. The article highlighted her successful solo exhibition at Providence Gallery in Charlotte, NC in 2010 in which all proceeds from the exhibit went to the foundation, Women for Women.

She was accepted into a year-long group exhibition at Appalachian State’s Chancellor’s House and exhibited her work in the 2016 group summer show, Visual Jungle in Charlotte, NC. She was commissioned by Appalachian State’s chancellor to create a piece for the university, that was also featured in the Bachelor of Fine Arts group exhibition, Calico, in December of 2016.

Sloane currently resides in Charlotte, NC and travels to do shows along the East coast.

Artwork and Bio reposted with permission. Do not remove credits.

Their study sessions became a natural thing (date) between them

Common Misconceptions about Witchcraft 🔮
  • You have to be a Wiccan to be a witch
    • I literally thought this until I was 23 years old and started practicing magick again. It’s hard not to believe when nearly every book, guide, and tutorial you come across is geared towards Wicca. Wicca is a religion in which its followers may practice witchcraft. Witchcraft is a practice that may or may not involve religion.
  • Witches don’t cast curses and if you do, you’re a terrible person
    • No, stop. The idea that cursing is “bad” stems from the Wiccan “threefold law,” you know, the whole “whatever you do will come back at you three times as much” thing. Not everyone is Wiccan, not everyone follows that belief. You do you, but don’t try to police other people’s craft.
  • Witchcraft is a religious practice
    • Witchcraft itself has no religious basis. You can be pretty much whatever religion you want and still practice magick. You can practice witchcraft with no religious preference whatsoever. You can choose to work with deities, or keep your craft entirely secular. Up to you.
  • Witchcraft is the work of the devil and if you practice witchcraft you’re going to hell
    • A Christian concept and scare tactic. Not everyone is Christian or even believe in the Christian devil or Christian version of hell.
  • You have to dress the part
    • I practice magick in sweat pants and a t-shirt. I find that I work best when I am dressed comfortably, not in some flowy black dress and pointy hat. You don’t have to dress a certain way to be a witch or cast spells. Some witches or magicians have ceremonial clothing that is worn during various rituals but for your every day spell, it’s really not a requirement.
  • You can call yourself a witch without actually practicing witchcraft
    • No, I’m not referring to those with chronic or mental illness who practice magick in a minimalistic manner. I’m referring to those who call themselves a witch for the aesthetic and don’t actually practice magick. You don’t have to constantly do spells or even involve magick in your life on a daily basis but you do have to practice magick at some point in order to call yourself a witch.
  • Witchcraft is inherently dangerous
    • Practicing witchcraft itself is said by some to invite spirits and entities into your life that are sensitive to the energy we give off, but that may not be true for everyone. Learn how to protect yourself from these kinds of things and you’ll be golden.
  • You can cherry pick from closed cultures and use those practices in your craft
    • You don’t have a “gypsy soul,” pizza isn’t your “spirit animal,” having a bundle of white sage doesn’t automatically mean it’s a “smudge stick,” and you should probably throw away that shirt that says “namaste in bed.” A lot of terms we see modern witches use these days have no cultural basis or leg to stand on in their practice. Yes, some cultures and religions are open or partially open but don’t go around disrespecting those that aren’t to sound trendy.
  • You have to choose one path of witchcraft and stick to it
    • Ever heard of eclectic witchcraft? You can incorporate many types of magick into your craft and it’s not a problem. Some witches get overwhelmed trying to choose a “type” but you don’t have to if you don’t want to. 
  • You have to be a woman/straight/cis, whatever, to be a witch
    • Heck nope. There’s no generalized rule that states you have to be a particular gender or sexual orientation to practice witchcraft. Homosexual, trans, and male witches do exist. 
  • You have to be born into a family of witches to be a “true witch”
    • Witchcraft is a learned practice, not something embedded in our DNA. Even if everyone else in your family is a witch, you can choose not to follow that path. The same goes for those who don’t have any witches in their family history.
Kitchen Favours

Jughead x Reader
No one asked for this, but I’ve had this idea in my head for ages so thought it was finally time to let it out into the world.
Prompt: Y/N and Jughead work at Pop’s together. Cheryl winds up Y/N which leads to a heated moment between Jughead and Y/N.
Warnings: Strong smut themes 

Originally posted by bettytail

“You know you don’t have to stay with me” you smile, setting down the waitress pad on the kitchen counter next to you. You lean your hip on the counter as you stare at Jughead, an apron still tied around his waist. Since the Drive-In closes Pop’s offered Jughead a job here, just a couple of nights a week, the odd weekend. He spend half of his life here anyway, Pop’s just thought he might as well make some money at the same time. 

You had been working at Pop’s for around a year now. You were the one who trained Jughead, not that the place was complicated at all. He’d even started to cook some of the food, helping out the chefs from time to time, like tonight, he was covering for the Thursday night chef.
“And what would you do if you got a order in?” he asks, raising his eyes in a cocky manner towards you, setting down a spatula on the counter next to you.
“I’m sure I can manage to flip a burger and cook a few fries” you smirk back, laughing at his confidence. When Jughead joined it was the first time you had ever spoken to each other. Sure, you had seen him around school, hanging with Archie Andrews and Betty Copper, but the two of you had never needed to speak to each other, or even acknowledge each others existence until a couple of weeks ago. Since then the two of you had create a little friendship based on flirty jokes which the both of you knew meant absolutely nothing.
“Are you calling my job easy?” He smirks back, taking a step closer to me. He stops at the counter, leaning himself against it as he looks down at me.
“I’m saying you shouldn’t underestimate me” I say with a wink, making him smirk even more. His head so close to mine as a piece of dark hair falls into his eyes, shading his already dark eyes.

“Anyway” I sigh, breaking away from the eye contact that neither of us seemed to break. “I was just thinking of you getting home. Won’t Archie and his dad be worried about you? Seeing as you were so careless not to tell them where you were” you tease him. He sighs as he takes a step back from the counter which he was still leaning against.
“Trust me, I think they’ll be fine. Fred is working late and Archie has Veronica round, so don’t think they’ll want disturbing for a while now” he rolled his eyes in an exaggerated manner.

It’s at that moment you hear the bell on the door ring, indicating you finally had customers. You walk out to see Cheryl and her minions sat in the booth closest to the kitchen you had just walked out of. You roll your eyes discretely at the sight of them, hoping they hadn’t seen. Placing a fake smile on your face you walk over.
“Hi” you smile politely, pulling out the pen you had balanced behind your ear.
“Look who it is girls” Cheryl gives an unfriendly smirk in your direction as the other two girls look over and start giggling. You look confused for a moment before choosing to ignore them. You tried to ignore the rumours and crap Cheryl often spread around so often. They usually were false, malicious attempts to hurt someone for no reason other then her boredom.
“What can I get you?”
“Tell me, Y/N” Cheryl says, folding her arms as an evil smile spreads across her face like a disease. “What was he like?”
“What was who like?” you ask, drawn into her comments just like she wanted.
“What are you talking about?”
“Oh come on Y/N. Everyone knows he took your virginity last night. He’s telling anyone and everyone” she smirks, the other girls laughing.
“That’s… that’s a lie” you stutter.
“Right” they laugh like a pack of hyenas, you their new prey.
“Excuse me” you take a sharp intake of breath before walking back into the kitchen. Throwing your waitress pad back down on the counter as hard as possible, feeling more angry then anything.

“Wow. Y/N what’s wrong?” Jughead asks, his eyes wide from shock at your act.
“Just get rid of them please” you say through gritted teeth, pointing out the door to the restaurant.
“One second” he say, touching your arm gently as he walks out the door to the booth. You hear a mumbling sound before the bell rings on the door and the door slams shut behind them. Jughead cautiously walks back into the kitchen where you were still stood.

“Do you want to tell me what that was all about?” He asks confused, trying not to push too hard as your anger was clear.
“No.” you sigh, breathing deeply. Completely in shock of the moment. Why would they say that? Why would they think you and Moose even slept together in the first place? Unless… Unless Moose said it himself?
“That asshole!” you say to yourself through gritted teeth. You turn to faced Jughead who is still staring at you confused. “Moose is spreading a rumour that he took my virginity”
“Your a virgin?” Jughead jokes, giving a confused look.
“Now is not the time Jug”“
"Sorry. Sorry” he apologises honestly, holding up his hands as if to surrender. “Why would he do that?” he asks, finally walking forward so he was leaning on the counter in front of you. It was only a small kitchen so as the two of us stand there out feet practically touch.
“The idiot asked me out the other day. After everyone found out he was at Sweet-water with Kevin I guess he wanted to make people think that he wasn’t gay. I said no. He’s not my type anyway. The asshole must have got worried about his ego and made up some story about us going out. Which of course involved him taking my virginity” you sigh, tipping your head back too look at the bright lights on the ceiling.
“I’m sorry Y/N” he sighs, reaching over to hold you arm to console you.
“I can’t believe this. No way in a million years would I give my virginity to a jock, last of all Moose” you say with a small laugh, trying to calm yourself down, a little part of your blood still boiling as you think of all the shit you will have to deal with tomorrow.
“I can’t believe your still a virgin” he laughs.
“Ugh.” you groan, feeling the need to explode.
“I really can’t. Y/N your amazing. Anyone would be lucky to have yo-”

“No one seems to get me though Jug. Whenever you tell people it’ll be your first time they always tell you they’ll go slow with you. That your first time is special.” you blurt, taking a step forward due to this sudden wave of anger. “Well how can it be special if it’s just some awkward fumble on a guys couch or in the back of their car. Where’s the heat in that? People think they’re being so romantic in ‘I’ll take it slow with you’ but its not! I want the heat. I want the passion. That’s romantic. No one seem’s to get that.”

Jughead just stand there staring at you, looking you up and down as if tying to take in everything your saying.
“Even if my first time if with some stranger. Or it’s just a pointless one night stand. As long as it is not this typical teen fantasy of first times, I’ll be happy. I just want that fire, you know?” you look at him. His eyes suddenly darker then usual.
“Got it” he smirks, suddenly stepping closer to you, placing his arms under your legs and pushing you onto the kitchen counter behind you. Your head gently knocks the cupboard above the counter as suddenly his lips attach to yours. The breath is knocked out of you as you take in what is happening. His lips work desperately on yours, sucking on your lower lip as his hand cups the back of your neck, the other still placed on your leg, holding you tightly. You moan into the kiss, glad there were no customers tonight to hear the two of you.
His lips start to roam down your face to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake.
“Jughead…” you say breathlessly, part of you wanting to ask what was happening, the other part wanting to see what happened next.
You let out a loud moan as he begins to suck on a spot on your neck, sure to leave a mark later. Your hands roam to his head, pushing your hands through his already messy hair, pulling him closer so he smirks against your skin. Your legs wrap around his waist, bringing him in. Your hands pull on his hair as you roll your hips against his, making him moan just as loud.
Quickly his lips press against yours again as his hands roam down to the bottom of your black work t-shirt, pulling desperately on it. You pull your lips away from his and lift your arms as he pulls your shirt over your head, tossing it away on the floor, his lips immediately attaching back on your neck as he roams lower, biting lightly on your shoulder. Your hands finger the bottom of his shirt as you lift it up over his head.
His lips begin to roam lower then your shoulder, biting and sucking on parts of your skin. Your head falls back on the cupboard counter as his hand begins to roam up the inside of your thigh. You moan again as he bites a sensitive spot, his hand sliding further up your thigh. You hear him smirk against your skin as you moan, cocky with how he was giving you everything you craved.
“Shut it Jones” you say breathlessly as one hand slides down his back, the other going to his hair as you pull his head up to meet your, your lips crashing together again in a rush. Finally Jughead’s hand slips to the waistband of your jeans…

“Jughead. Y/N. I’m back” Pop’s shouts as he enters the diner.

Writing is Hard, part 6: SEX

Summary: Dean and the reader have sex. Finally. FINALLY.

Read Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Warning: Smut

Word Count: 4250ish

A/N: This is all written with love for fan fic. I’m teasing, not putting it down in any way. And the quotes are from my own Faking It series, in case anyone was curious. Hope you enjoy! (Sorry, tag list is closed!) XOXO

“You knew he didn’t quite understand why you found it so hot, but Dean had never seen himself leaning over the engine in a tight, sweaty t-shirt, hands and forearms covered in grease as he worked.”

Dean’s outside working on the Impala, and you’re reading fics about just that. Apparently, Dean working on the Impala is the hottest thing to ever grace the fandom (aside from his lips…and his green eyes…and his cocky swagger that is really just hiding adorable and unnecessary insecurity…and Jesus, these people are thorough), and you’re curious. In your actual experience with Dean, working on the Impala is just a nuisance. You have to wait longer to get on the road, Dean takes forever to scrub himself clean afterward, and for the next few hours, everything smells like metal and oil covered up by motel soap. Why do people find that so hot?

Keep reading

exo as the types of people you see at the gym


• very serious about the gym

• has two drink bottles: protein shake in one and water in the other

• sweats very easily and a lot 

• everyone admires him, he’s a favourite at the gym

• makes burpees look easy

• coaches others sometimes



• wears the top brands of sportswear

• squats for days

• gives encouragement to everyone around him

• starts a conversation each time he’s on the treadmill with the person next to him

• tried lifting more than he was capable to, got stuck under the bar. Very embarrassed when two other people had to help him out.

• enjoys the steam room

• muscles are always very sore the next day (always overdoes it)


• forgot his earphones 

• forgot his towels

• helps spot for other people

• irritated when people don’t put the equipment back in its original place

• assists the new gym members in using the equipment

• cleans up the area he used to its original appearance before leaving

checks himself out in the change room mirror


• tank top, shorts + 1L water bottle

• focuses more on weights than anything else

• forgets leg day

• hogs the weights by exercising in front of the weight rack

• dropped a dumbbell on his foot

• grunts + yells when lifting weights or doing pull ups

• does bicep curls in front of a mirror. Counts out loud


• reluctant to come to the gym

• but he doesn’t want to waste his gym membership that he spent money on

• places a muffin in the water bottle holder on the running machines

• spends more time on his phone whilst he hogs a machine

• social butterfly

• uses equipment, doesn’t put it back properly

• once he breaks a sweat, he’s done. Flexes and takes a photo for instagram before he leaves. #sunsoutgunsout  #nopainnogain #newyearnewme


• arrives to the gym with his squad

• multiple workout playlists ready on his phone that’s on his armband

• sings as he workouts 

• makes pull ups look easy

• starts dancing on the treadmill sometimes

• fell once when he accidentally increased the speed of the treadmill too much

• takes a picture with his friends before leaving the gym #squadgoals


• does his own thing, very quiet and minds his own business

• shy about his body, wears long sleeved t shirts plus trackies

• overheats when working out. Takes many breaks to cool down

• prefers pilates + yoga

• interested in trying new equipment/machines. Too shy to ask how

• gets flustered when people compliment him and gives him encouragements

• thanks all the trainers before leaving


• “can my dogs come into the gym? it’s hot outside”

• shows up wearing jeans???

• attends many zumba classes

• became an assistant coach for his zumba classes

• lays down for a rest between each workout. falls asleep sometimes

• most of his exercise comes from walking/running with his dogs to the gym 

• “I exercised today, I will treat myself”. Eats 30 chicken nuggets at KFC


• didn’t come at his own will, he accompanies his friends as a gym buddy

• distracts his friends by mocking them and taking selfies with them for his snapchat/instagram story

• plays with the equipment/machines since he doesn’t know how to use them

• secretly judges everyone at the gym. checks out the girls though

• brought snacks to eat 

• on his phone for most of the time, occasionally gives encouragement to his buddies

• banned from two gyms in town already

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I miss summer and all my friends from work.

Im so glad I’ll be back again