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The mashup you never thought would work
Congratu-fucking-lations.
I would pay so much to have this as a ringtone I’m not even joking.
Why?????
The face I made while listening to this was so visceral I had to draw it before reblogging it
@sillygooseface TORI I’M CRYING PLEASE LISTEN
@reasonandnonsense OH MY GOD
Summary: Bones x reader. Working in a cheap bar in downtown San Francisco, you meet a grumpy dark haired cadet who is distinctly out of place, and you’re surprised when he keeps on coming back. Academy era, AOS.
Word Count: 11,000 (but it’s broken down into shorter chunks if you want to read a bit at at time)
Warnings: swearing, but otherwise fluffiness!
A/N: I really don’t have a clue what this is, except it came from a discussion about the loveliness of the cadet uniforms and Bones’ lovely shoulders and turned into a lengthy fluffy random thing while I was supposed to be writing about pirates. But it’s the first thing I’ve finished in a month, so I’m posting anyway! Enjoy!
It’s hard to miss the man sitting at the end of the bar, staring at his drink like it’s both his best friend and his worst enemy.
There’s nothing unusual to you about a patron of this less than salubrious establishment propping up the bar like that. He’s perched on a stool that seems small in comparison to his tall frame, and hunched over, elbows on the counter. Since he’s been sat there since before your shift started a little while ago, your only impression of him is broad shoulders and a mop of dark hair. So, it’s not his looks that are particularly unusual either.
No, what makes him stick out like a sore thumb is the red uniform he’s wearing. Though they’re a familiar sight down by the bay, this place is too far out of the way of the Academy campus to see many people wearing cadet reds. While you’re normally content to know as little about your customers as possible, you’re curious about this one.
Noticing that he’s just about finished with his drink, you take the opportunity to approach and ask if would like another. He looks up for the first time, one eyebrow raised at the interruption of his thoughts and all you can think is that you were wrong about his looks not being unusual. Those eyes.
i like to think that otabek is the source of motivation when yuri is training or working out or something
So this is inspired by these gifs of Clyde sitting on the couch all by his lonesome, and I just HAD to write something happy for our big boy! (2k words, Clyde Logan x Reader)
You cursed yourself for running late, smacking the steering wheel a few more times to let your frustration out. Everything would have been perfect had this tanker not overturned, causing traffic to backup for fifteen miles – in already rush hour conditions. Inch by inch you made your way down the highway, not caring to stop and stare at the wreckage from the accident, or to wave to the helicopters that hovered overhead, sole focus on the cake that was safely buckled in the passenger seat of your beat up Ford.
“He comes home today,” Mellie had said as she fluffed up Purple Lady’s hair for the final time, only a few hours earlier. “I want to bring him a little something special, let him know we missed him.”
Reblog if you love soccer Mom Steve Harrington with all your heart
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If requests are still open could you do a (Deadpool movie version) Colossus X reader where Colossus is afraid that he's too intimidating bc he's so tall and strong but of course the reader is u know really Into the Strong Dude
“Piotr, really, why are you slouching so much?” You’d been trying not to make such a big deal about it, but it was halfway through the school day and he had been hunched over for almost the entire time.
You’re surprised to see his shoulders jump, a quick flash of patches of skin turning to organic steel before returning to his regular skin tone. Almost disbelieving, you realized he’s embarrassed. “Oh, ah- well-” He scratches at the back of his neck, then straightens himself. “It is nothing. Just a bit of sore muscles from training.”
Guy who likes music
Is he an alien
I AM IN NO WAY A SINGER
but I thought I’d dust off my “Nick Pitera voice” for #TonysWithThomas.
All I Ask of You, Phantom of the Opera (both parts)
Did I splice together the good halves of 2 run throughs? Yes I did.
Did I film in the old truck out back so no one in the house could hear me, even though the light was fading? Also yes. Fight me.
BOTH. PARTS. That was sooo awesome and liltingly gorgeous!!
New promo posters for American Gods [x]
Sebastian Stan for Teen Vogue (september, 2006)
Imagine being a human in an alien crew in space and leaving with bright blue or pink hair and the color fades and everybody on board wonders WHY you are losing your colors??? Is it the lack of greens? Are you sad? Angry? They just don’t know??
“Human-Kelly may we have a moment of your time?”
Kelly pauses in her inventorying of the photo-synth plates she’ll be installing after today’s cycle ends. “It’s just Kelly, hellot-Halzar, you don’t have to acknowledge my species every time we talk.” She smiles. “That’s not considered rude for us.”
“Very well hu—Kelly. Erm. May we have a moment of your time?” Many eyes blink earnestly at her.
“Sure. What’s up?”
hellot-Halzar considers. “May we discuss the structural nature of the ship interior and gravity-derived reference values at a later date? At this moment we would like to inquire as to the nature of your corporeal change.”
“Yeah sure—wait my what?”
“There is a mess hall wager.”
“About my –?”
“Concerning your strands,” hellot-Halzar says, gesturing.
“My….hair.” Kelly runs a hand through it. It’s purple as of two ship days ago. “Ok?”
“We wish to know whether the colour change signifies mood, nutritional intake variance, or ….erm….whether your mating season status has changed.”
“My mating season status, huh?” Kelly lifts an eyebrow.
“Yes.”
“Did Jerry put you up to this?”
“Human-Jerry refused to answer our questions about your strands, citing some phenomenon known to your homeworld as ‘famine in missed eek’.”
Kelly snorted. “Tell Jerry he can shove his archaic ideas about ‘feminine mystique’ where M-series stars don’t shine. As for your bet: sorry, it’s none of the above. I changed my hair because my last box of dye was about to expire and because I felt like it.”
hellot-Halzar considers. “chinret-Zer wins then, by technicality: that reason falls within acceptable parameters for ‘mood’.”
“I suppose it does.” Kelly pauses. “Who bet on the ‘mating season’ one?”
“Hmm?” hellot-Halzar had already turned to go and deliver the verdict. They turn one set of eyes back. “Oh that would be Drannuc. He said he smelled a difference in you.”
“Delightful,” Kelly says, instead of explaining menstruation and how that can affect mood, diet, and that technically it correlates to what most of the species on the ship would consider a mating season. “Next time, instead of betting, maybe just ask questions? And not Jerry. He’s a jerk.”
“Reclassifying human-Jerry as jerk-Jerry. We will approach you with all human queries from now on,” hellot-Halzar says and then continues on their way.
Probably for the best, she thinks with a lopsided grin, and then continues sorting the photo-synth plates to install on her space walk tomorrow.
“Reclassifying human-Jerry as jerk-Jerry”
Pure. There is no other word.
