your tattoos are crap

Soulmate AU (crankgameplays x reader)

    “Oh, sorry, didn’t see you there” was the sentenced tattooed on your arm. Everyone was born with the first sentence their soulmate said tattooed somewhere on their body. Yours was tattooed on the back of your right thigh. You hated this soulmate crap. How are you going to find your soulmate with that basic sentence?

    It was your last day of high school. You finally get to graduate! All of those years of torture was almost worth it. You had arrived at your school, courtesy of your parents, dressed in your gown and cap. You were allowed to decorate your cap, so you painted a sunset and the word “Finally” in beautiful calligraphy.

    “Hey Y/N!” Your best friend yelled. She started running down the hall to hug you. “Hey!” You said with a hug. “Can you believe this is it? We’re graduating!” She announced loudly. “ I know! It’s crazy!” You chuckled. The both of you started walking down the hallway. “So, any luck with your soulmate?” She asked hopefully. “Nope. I still don’t care” you said. “Well hopefully that will change soon” “Ok everyone. Please line up in two lines, here and here” the principal announced. Everyone scurried into two lines.

—-————————Time skip brought to you by my procrastination on this——————————

    “Y/N L/N” your name was called. You walked up to the principal and shook his hand. He handed your diploma to you with a smile as your family cheered from the crowd. You smiled back gratefully and walked across the long stage.

    When graduation was finally over, you walked to your parents car. “Hey mom, theres a graduation party tonight at Emily’s house. Can I go?” You asked while putting on your seatbelt. “No drinking or drugs, but sure. What time?” “I think its at 9” you told her. “That’s good. Are you sleeping over at anyones house after that?” She asked. “I don’t think so, but ill let you know if I do” You assured her. The silver car pulled up to your house. “What did you want for supper? Its your pick” You mom said as she unlocked the door. “Um, can we go to Chipotle?” “Oh, you and your chipotle. Of course” she laughed. You walked up the stairs to your room to get changed into comfier clothes.

    Supper was amazing, of course. When you got home, it was nearing 7. “Im going to get ready now” you shouted out to your mom. Assuming she heard you, you started laying out everything. You were going to wear ripped jeans with a black and white striped t shirt. It was casual, but still right for a party. Your hair was curled, and your makeup was done. “Honey, can you come down her?” Your mom asked. You got up and ran down the stairs, as it was nearing 8:30. When you got to the bottom of the stairs, your parents were waiting for you with a small red box in their hands.

    “What’s this?” You asked them. “Its your graduation gift sweetie” your dad said. They put the box into your hands. You opened it carefully. Inside was a set of keys. “Its outside” your mom said with a huge smile. You looked out the window and saw a black SUV in the driveway. “Is this for real?” You asked her. “Yes, of course it is”. You jumped up and down while squealing. “Thank you thank you thank you! Thank you guys so much!” You said while pulling them in for a hug. “Anything for you Y/N”

    You called your best friend and told her you were picking her up. When you pulled up, she started getting excited too. “Oh my gosh! Is this yours?” She asked while getting in the front seat. “You betcha” you smiled at her. The ride was short because the house is pretty close, but the whole way there you both were screaming lyrics at the top of your lungs. The party was already in full swing when you arrived.

    When you walked in, a lot of people turned to you. The majority of those people already seemed drunk. “I’ll be right back” your friend told you. So you stood by the door, not knowing what to do. Suddenly, a boy tripped into you. “Oh, sorry, didn’t see you there” a boy with blue hair said. “Oh no worries” you replied. He stood planted in his spot. He looked as if someone had just been killed in front of him. “Its you” he said with wide eyes. It struck you. He said the words that are tattooed on the back of your leg.

    “I’m Ethan” he said and put his hand out. “I’m Y/N” you said while shaking his hand. “I guess you’re my soulmate” he said with a grin. “I guess thats right”

A/N: yay! this is my first story posted! This was requested, so I hope its good! I have 2 stories that should be up this weekend, and after I post them I think I’m going to make a master list. Keep requesting!


Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam

Summary: Dean and Sam get their first tattoo

Word Count: 1800 ish

Warnings: IDK, flirting, hopes of smut, Dean and Sam being brothers…oh and tattoos. I don’t  go into much detail because it’s not from their point of view but I do have a few and I would suggest that you don’t just walk into a place and get one. You look at the artist work and make sure it’s what you want and that you are comfortable with them. And if you find a shop that is willing to ink you after drinking (being drunk) …don’t.

A/N: Katy congrats on reaching the 2k mark!!!! YEAH!!! I hope you love this if you don’t let me know, this wasn’t what I was planning on but it just happened…hope you like it. 

Written for @Katymacsupernatural katys wish upon a star challenge

Prompt:  Ohana means family. Family means nobody gets left behind or forgotten. 

You loved your job, about 5 years ago you gave up sitting in an office and dreaming of the apple pie life. You traded it all after getting your first tattoo. While getting your piece done you listen to all of  Mark’s, your tattoo artist and also owner of the shop, stories. You loved all the knowledge he had and when you told him about the art that you did you two became quick friends 7 years ago.

Because you had become so close to Mark and Heather, his wife, it was no surprise you ended up at their house when you found your dick of a boyfriend in the arms of someone else. Mark and Heather helped you cut all of your ties with him including your job. That was five years ago.

Now you help run the shop and the only better artist in the shop is Mark. You typically have a two-month wait to get work done, especially since people wanted a custom design by you. However tonight you were working late because Mark was traveling out of state and you were the artist doing whatever the client picked out of the book.

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I Think He’s My Soulmate

Originally posted by marvelgifs

Peter Parker x Reader

I Think He’s My Soulmate

Author: Morgan

Prompt: Okay, so we had a few Peter Parker soulmate au’s requested and Hannah’s writing one, but I was having FEEEEEEELS so have this one too.

Note: Soulmate au. Because I am a ho for them. A ho, I tell you. Also, let’s pretend that everyone is happy and unaffected by the Civil War. Yay!

Warnings: None?

“Ummmm, Uncle Clint?” it wasn’t often you called your uncle, but this was a special occasion. It was your sixteenth birthday, and because of that, your soulmate tattoo had finally appeared. It scared the crap out of you at first sight, given the fact that it looked like a large spider was crawling up your wrist.

Of course, it being your birthday didn’t mean you could stay home from school, so you were standing in the courtyard just after school had ended, calling your only connection to the Avengers at the first opportunity you had.

“Yes, sweet child of my sister?”

“Do you think you could arrange for me to meet Spiderman?”

“Um, sure. Why?”

“I’m 90% sure he’s my soulmate. And also, it’s my birthday, so…”

“Wait, go back to the first reason.”

“My soulmate tattoo showed up today and it’s a spider. It’s exactly the one that’s on his uniform. And if all soulmate tattoos work this way…” you lowered your voice, looking around. “Then he knows about my powers too.”

“Okay, okay, calm down. Can you come to the Facility today? I could introduce you. But he’s gotta be on his way here. He’s staying for the weekend. I’ll check his wrist and text you, okay?”

“Okay,” you nodded. “Okay.”

“I’ll see you later then.”

“Thanks Uncle Clint. I owe you.”

“No prob, kiddo.”


“Parker, lemme see your wrist.” Clint walked over to the teen as soon as he walked into the Facility, his overnight duffle bag hanging from his shoulder.

“What? Why?” Peter tugged his sleeve down over the tattoo that had appeared a few months before on his birthday.

“Peter.” Clint tilted his head. “I know you’ve got your soulmate tattoo. Let me see.”

“Um…” Peter paused, taking a breath before pulling the sleeve of his hoodie back up his arm. There were four symbols arranged in a diamond etched into his wrist. It was a flame, a leaf, a gust of wind, and water waves. “I…I think my soulmate is the Avatar, Mr. Barton.”

“That’s what I thought.” Clint nodded. He sent you a text as quickly as his thumbs would move. ‘grab your overnight bag, (Y/N). You’re spending the weekend with the Avengers’


Your parents were okay with you spending the weekend with your uncle. You didn’t tell them the other reason you were going to the Facility, but they sort of had an idea. Clint himself borrowed one of the quinjets and flew to the tower to meet you and take you back to the Facility.

“What did he say? Did he say anything?”

“Not much before I left. He just said, and I quote, ‘I think my soulmate is the Avatar, Mr. Barton’. And then I left.”

“What’s he like? Is he tall? Short? Nice? What does he look like?” you bombarded him with questions, but Clint only smirked.

“What’s the fun in telling you, kiddo? You’ve gotta find out for yourself.”

“Uncle Cliiiint.”

“(Y/NNNNNN),” he chuckled, ruffling your hair. “You’re worse than your cousins.”

“Shut up.”

The quinjet touched down under an hour later. Clint walked into the Facility with you by his side. Your guest pass dangled around your neck by a lanyard as you were escorted to your room. You had stayed here a few times over the years, but not since Spiderman had emerged.

Your room was waiting just as you had left it, right next door to Wanda’s room. There was a knock on the doorframe. Wanda brushed a lock of her hair over her shoulder, going in for a hug.

“Hi Wanda!” God, you loved Wanda. She was like a daughter to Clint, making her like a cousin to you. Not long after, a streak of silver rushed in and trapped you in a Maximoff sandwich. You loved the twins.

“What are you doing here, (Y/N)?” Pietro asked. “I thought you weren’t coming up until winter break.”

“My soulmate tattoo showed up.”

“Let me see.” Wanda insisted, pushing her brother away so she could see your wrist. She gasped softly at the sight of the black spider. “Do you want me to introduce you?”

“Yeah, that’d be great.” your heart was racing. It was real. It was really happening. Your soulmate was here and he was a superhero. Pietro raced ahead of all of you, leaving you, Clint, and Wanda in the dust. You got to the living room, where Peter was sitting at the table finishing his Algebra homework. He pushed his reading glasses up his nose.

As soon as you walked through the door, he twitched, looking up. Spidey-sense, you figured. He had mad reflexes, that much Clint had told you, but you had never seen his face. God, he was a cutie. Warm brown eyes, tousled brown hair, a kind nervous smile and soft pink lips to go with it. He was super cute. You smiled, waving shyly and when you did, he caught a glance of the tattoo on your wrist.

Peter’s jaw dropped. You had never seen anyone get up so fast. He practically ran to you, looking at the tattoo in disbelief. Somehow, he had known the moment you walked in, but this mark was confirmation.

“H-hi,” he introduced himself nervously. He gulped, trembling just a little bit. “I, um…I’m Peter. Peter Parker. S-Spiderman. I wondered when you would show up, um…”

“(Y/N).” you stated. He offered his hand, immediately regretting it. You were his soulmate and the best he could do was a handshake? Stupid, stupid, stupid. “(Y/N) (L/N). I’m Clint’s sister’s kid.” You shook his hand, smiling. God, he was super cute. Your nervousness had worn off, but Peter felt like he was going to explode. He didn’t want to mess this up.

“I…I’m sorry, is it okay if I hug you? I’m sorry, you’re just super pretty, and I’m really bad in romantic situations, so-”

You rushed into his arms, holding him close. He was so warm, and you could feel his body shaking. He laughed nervously, wrapping his arms around you.

“So um…my tattoo is the four elements. Does that mean you’re the Avatar?”

“I can control the four elements, yeah.” you laughed. “Who knows? I could be.”

“Ah, young love.” Tony walked into the living room. “Finally found your soulmate, Parker?”

“Yeah,” Peter nodded, still clinging to you. “I did.” He sighed, whispering into your ear. “Can I just hold you forever? I don’t want to let go.”

“Sure,” you chuckled, snuggling deeper into him. You buried your face in the crook of his neck. “Sounds like a plan to me.” You were stuck together like magnets, unable to tear yourselves from each other. It was a bizarre feeling, like time had finally started after all of these years, like two halves of a whole were finally reunited. Something clicked, and suddenly everything was right in the universe.


Later that night, you were sitting in the lounge with the Avengers, some movie about mutant superheroes fighting a big blue ancient mutant or something was playing on the screen. You and Peter were seated beside eachother, his arm around your shoulders, and your head resting against his chest.

Peter’s free hand absentmindedly traced the tattoo on your wrist, still not quite convince that today was real. It felt too good to be true. But here you were, snuggled up to him. The other Avengers only glanced over and smiled from time to time, happy that their little spider had finally found his soulmate.

“Am I an okay soulmate?” Peter whispered, looking to you for reassurance.

“Are you kidding me? You’re the best.” you laughed, pressing a long kiss to his cheek. Peter’s face flushed red. He smiled.

“I can’t be the best.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because you are.” he stated. You chuckled.

“Dork,” you nudged him gently. “But a cute dork.”

“So um…are you…are we dating now? Am I your boyfriend?”

“If that’s all right with you, yeah.”

“Okay. Good.” Peter smiled, pulling you closer. “I like the sound of that.”

“So do I.”


The weekend passed in a flash. It went by so fast you felt like you had whiplash. But before you knew it, you were back in school on Monday, waiting for the day you would get to see Peter again. You had arranged to meet a few weekends later at his apartment, but you had exchanged numbers and had been texting all day between classes.

You were standing at your locker after school, grabbing the things you needed to do your homework when your phone vibrated. You checked it. A text from Peter.

Turn around.

You read it, heart racing. You’ve never turned around so fast in your life, but there he is at the end of the hall, looking at you in disbelief. He ran as fast as he feet would carry him, engulfing you in his arms.

“You go to Midtown?” you asked. He nodded.

“I saw you like four times today, but I was never sure it was you, but it is, and-” you cut him off with your lips. They were even softer and smoother than you imagined. He melted into the kiss, letting out a blissful moan while his hands grabbed at your hips.

When you pulled apart, Peter took your hand. You slung your backpack over your shoulders.

“Well, since you’re here, do you wanna come back to my apartment now? Meet my Aunt May? We could work on homework or watch a movie or cuddle or-” You pressed a kiss to his cheek, causing them to flush red.

“Yes. I’d love that.”

I’m watching the episode of ink master where they’re tattooing animal skin on people and this girl is having four people tattoo her at once and is obviously very uncomfortable, crying and hyperventilating and the dude who always wears overalls is like “if you tap out, one of us is going home” like your client could pass out and you’re worried about getting kicked off a shitty tattoo show instead of comforting her???


holy crap tumblr. calm your tits.

Ashlyn got a new tattoo.  It contains a beautifully done feathered headdress. NEITHER ASHLYN NOR THE TATTOO ARTIST claimed it to be a Native American headdress.  Y’all took that upon yourselves and are now going to tumblr war over it.  Many cultures have headdresses that contain feathers. Native Americans did not corner that market.  Heck, for all we know they may have gotten the idea from the Mayans or the Aztec.

And if Ashlyn can appreciate the beauty and symbolism (whatever that may be because, let’s be honest, she only chooses pieces that have specific meaning TO HER) that this particularly beautiful feathered headdress represents, and she wishes to express that in a format that gives others the ability to also appreciate these things then KUDOS my friends. For without her expression and without this tumblr explosion few of us would have realized that feathers were, and could be, worn by people other than Crazy Horse.

AAAAANNNNDDDD before y’all send a lynch mob my way let us all take a closer look at this supposedly offensive tattoo.  Notice the cracked facial bones? For all you know she’s acknowledging and/or paying tribute to offenses suffered by a Native American(s). Whether that be one she knows by blood or love.  Who knows?

Point is: you don’t know.  No one but Ashlyn knows the tale behind this design; what it is, what it represents. So, unless you’ve spoken to her and gotten the deets before you took offense at her exceptionally well done tattoo CALM YOUR TITS.

I feel sorry for people who don’t have tattoos. I have a tattoo of pancakes, and somebody who will point at that and criticize me like, ‘Oh your tattoos are stupid. They’re gonna look like crap when you’re old. What do your parents think of you?’ I feel sorry for that person because that means that there is nothing in their life that they love as much as I love pancakes. And that has to be a dismal existence.

anonymous asked:

I like the idea that lud would get drunk and get a tattoo


Germany: *yawns* What do you mean look at my- oh mY GOD. THAT WAS NOT THERE LAST NIGHT 

Italy: Germany…Prussia drove us home right?

Germany: Yeah yeah, I’m sure he dropped us off…Or you off, I came late. If Prussia made me get a mother fucking tattoo while I was drunk i’LL-

Italy: WAIT GERMANY! It’s kinda cute :> It says “Ich liebe Italien” that means I love Italy in German right? Aw it has a little heart!

Germany: You can’t seriously think this is a good thing, my brother let me ink up my fucking arm 

Italy: At least it’s a good tattoo