#whats with the fuckass hat

[persipanic]

I hate him. I hate him more than I've hated any other Fate character. I wish the absolute worst for you. I can't wait to grind you into a paste. Count your days you olive pimp

[sweattyspaghetti]

Today is my birthday! My treat to you all is the finished Brokeback Fight Club piece :^} <3

(yes I did make the video, no I did not make the meme, shoutout to whoever did though, it gave me the energy to make this au become real)

I personally believe that Jack would take Ennis’ place while Tyler took Jack’s (how ironic) since he’s unafraid to push through but in this au there’s probably major differences as in: only follows the basic outline of what happens in the movie. Everything in between is for me and/or anyone to create because these two are sick and insane and god knows what they would be up to.

[kindlingw1tch]

drawing the sillies 💪

[lowcallyfruity]

I HATE SODECPROFIELS

[reinabeestudio]

I forgot I'm an artist and I can draw whatever I want forever

[widowshill]

back at it with @tortoisesshells and 1991 and my opinion now is that we can cut the present day nonsense; all i care about is jeremiah wearing josette's locket to the grave and vampire josette turning barnabas.

[the-woild-is-y-erster]

oh my god. my father is crazy.

[todayisafridaynight]

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oh so we startin fights tonight OK

[solcarow]

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[bj-the-boardmaker]

Transfem and Fuckass Tophat Eddie Dantes moodboard

requested by me

[mystellenia]

first kiss with abby ୨ৎ

summary: after the romantic tension between you and abby reaches a peak, you two finally share a sweet kiss.

content: answer to this req and part two to this!! fluffyfluffyfluffy! ehehehehehe. i love fluff i love writing fluff. nothing nsfw. just lowk domesticity with abby and then super cutesy pie origami stuff and then a kiss 💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋 ok toodles enjoy

notes: three weeks of no post i’m sorry my children. i am back!!! classes just finished and now i have summer break so i just had to soak in my freedom from my fuckass med teacher. he can choke fr 💯

(wc 1.6k)

a series of vibrations from your phone rudely pulls you out of your sleep and you swipe your hand across the bed to silence the notifications. you find your phone connected to abby's charger on her vacant side of the bed, the sheets cold without the warmth from her skin to heat them up. she always ran hot—especially during the night—which usually resulted in her yelping at your cold feet pressed to her thighs and trying to absorb her warmth in the hours of the night. 

you raise your phone to your face and are met with four notifications from abby on your home screen. 

abby :p otw back with our loot  

abby :p two berry pastries for the missus and one cream cheese puff pastry for me 

abby :p and nadia gave us two chocolate croissants bc we're super cool 

swiping to unlock your phone, you head to messages and reply to her. 

you YAY thanks you're the best 

you we gotta get nadia a gift card or somethin

you or a bottle of liquor 

you head to the bathroom to brush your teeth with your toothbrush abby got for you for her apartment since you slept over so often. while you load your brush with toothpaste, your phone lights up with a notice from messages: "abby :p loved 'or a bottle of liquor.' " sticking the toothbrush in your mouth, you smile around the minty foam and continue freshening up before abby returns. 

around ten minutes later, you hear the jingle of her keys at the front door and practically skip to the living room to retrieve your pastries. 

abby unlocks the door and pushes it open, a brown bag with a cafe logo printed on it in one hand and a drink carrier with two coffee cups hanging from her ring and pinky fingers in her other. with her few remaining fingers grasping onto her car keys to not drop them, she nudges the door back shut with her hip and locks it. 

her blonde head donns a blue and white trucker hat, the brim of it blocking her from seeing you standing and sheepishly smiling a few strides away. she calls out to you to signal her return. 

"hey, i'm back! and i come bearing gifts. i got-" it's then that abby takes her hat off and notices you inching ever closer. "oh, hi. i got you herbal tea. there weirdly was a lot of traffic today, even though it's, like, seven." 

she continues on as she unpacks everything that she got for you. "then again, i guess kids have school. man, i hated that about high school—waking up early and getting to class on tim- you know what? you're not listening anyway with your food right in front of you," she chuckles. "go on. release! free!" she pokes, using command words for a dog. 

you kiss your teeth and scowl at her, mumbling a "whatever" before tearing into the paper bag. you're met with your two fruit pastries first, then you spot the chocolate croissants abby mentioned under them. 

the two of you stand and eat in comfortable silence in the kitchen, you sipping on your tea and abby picking at her puff pastry. when you finish, you clean both of your spots and abby throws away the paper bag and pastry wrappers, washing her hands after.

after breakfast, you guys ping pong around her apartment, moving from her bed to the couch to the floor and then back to her bed again, all just to talk or scroll on your phones.

hours pass, and after a brief joint nap in her bedroom, you guys now sat on the floor of her living room, light filtering in from her large windows and warming your skin. the floor was littered in origami squares of all different sizes and colors, the origami book abby had gotten for you split open between you two. 

there was a village of origami figures surrounding you, from hearts to frogs to ladybugs to cranes. the book was flipped to a particularly challenging page of an elephant, and you looked over at abby in confusion. 

she was just as confused as you, if not more. her hair was tied in a messy golden knot at the nape of her neck, loose strands crazy and framing her face. her brows were pulled tight on her face, her eyes bewildered and looking at the same piece of paper in her hands as if she'd never seen it before. 

"what step are you on?" she asks, looking at the square in front of you that you were working on. 

"twelve. out of..." you flip the page twice. "god. thirty." you sit up straight to stretch your back out. "i get it, though. kinda." 

"what? show me. i’m on, like, seven. i swear they skipped a step. or forgot to add a picture. just something is wrong." 

you scoot over to sit next to her, pulling your leg to your body and propping your cheek on it. abby places her piece in front of you puts her hands in her crossed lap, her eyes wide and waiting for you to make sense of her issue. 

"okay, let's see." you pull the book closer to you to confirm the step she's on. "step seven is... rotating and folding the back of the elephant." 

"which i did," abby verifies. 

you rotate the piece and immediately find her mistake. "which you did not." 

"what?! where?" 

"here." you trace your finger along the missing crease. "you see how on mine, this part is creased and pointed? like a peak?" 

"uh-huh..." 

"and yours doesn't do that." 

she simply hums, so you look over at her to confirm that she's listening. her eyes are unfocused and locked on your face. they flit between your own and then drop to your lips for a second. the single second feels quite long, though, when she looks so deeply at you in the way that she does, or when her baby hairs draw attention to her blonde lashes, long and very slightly curled around her sapphire eyes. 

she seems to snap out it—whatever it was—and she deeply inhales, licking her lips and refocusing on the task at hand. 

"can you repeat that?" she asks. "sorry, i... i zoned out." 

it was your turn, now, to lose focus and examine her. you stare at her lips, rosy and still glossy from her just licking them. you stare at the corners of them and the ever so slight frown her mouth always pulls into when she's focused. you stare at the little creases in them, the dozens of lines that- 

"are you looking at my lips?" she questions, interrogative and almost paranoid. 

"oh, um, sorry. i was-" 

"why were you looking at them?" she interrupts again, her eyes wild and demanding an answer from you. 

"because, i- well, you just licked them, so- i don't know. because." you swallow, mumbling, "what, can i not look at them or something?" 

her stone stare softens after noticing your flustered state, and the two of you exchange a long and quiet look. 

abby held her breath nearly the entire time. she didn't want to assume anything or read the situation wrong, but your eyes were dilated. they were dilated from looking at her, and just from that. 

as if it were out of your control—like you were magnets—you started moving closer to her. abby could not seem to remember how to control a single muscle in her body, so she just sat and watched you move closer as her cheeks grew pinker and pinker. 

you stop right in front of her face, the tips of your noses kissing and your breaths shared. after a few seconds, you realized abby wouldn't initiate anything, so you leaned in and pressed your lips to hers, short and sweet. when you pulled away, abby's eyes remained closed for a few seconds before they slowly fluttered open. 

"you just kissed me," abby whispers in disbelief, pointing out the obvious. 

"i just kissed you," you echo back. 

it's abby who leans in for the second kiss, thick and intense with emotion, her hand sliding up your arm. her hand reaches the back of your neck, and she pulls you closer and deepens the kiss. 

you press your forehead to hers and stop kissing her, an infectious smile taking up your features instead. 

"are you.. are you seriously smiling right now?" abby gasps theatrically with mock offense. 

your smile breaks out into giggles and you press your face into her cheek to hide. 

"wow, i cannot believe this. you are laughing at our kiss!" she teases. 

"stop, no i’m not!" you plead, still laughing. 

"whatever you say." she grabs your chin between her fingers and pulls your face back to look at you. peppering kisses on your cheeks, she relents on her taunting.  

"are you gonna show me what i did wrong, or what?" she says, referring to the initial topic of her paper elephant. 

you smile back at her. "yeah, i will." 

"okay." she presses one last kiss to your temple and then waits for your instruction. 

"i was saying, there's supposed to be a crease here, on what'll be the back of the elephant." 

abby nods and hums like she's listening, but really, she smiles at your profile as you continue to speak. 

@abbysbug @abbyonmars @abigails-gf @picklesarenice69

heheheh all done!!!! this was so cute to write especially the end like i was talking to @abbyonmars while i wrote the end and we were fangirling over typed words and pixels. but what else is tumblr dot com for if not to fangirl!!!!

[tiredandoptimistic]

Genuinely one of my favorite details in MASH is how every character manages to display their unique identity through clothes, despite the uniform. They've all got a couple personal garments of civilian clothing mixed in with their preferred ways of modifying their fatigues, and that's so cool.

Hawkeye wears his undershirt untucked and his overshirt unbuttoned, plus he removed his epaulettes (Trapper is more or less the same). Radar has his overshirt unbuttoned but still tucks in his undershirt, and he wears that iconic hat that's definitely not standard regulation. Henry has his fishing gear or college sweater, and only pulls out the proper uniform shirt and hat if big brass are coming to camp. Frank and Charles both button and tuck in their shirts, but Frank usually wears his hat while Charles does not. Potter buttons his shirt, but never tucks it in. Margaret starts out dressing pretty uniform standard, but by the later seasons she usually replaces her shirt with a sweater or sweatshirt of some kind. Klinger, of course, has a variety of iconic fits.

BJ is definitely the most dramatic example, and it feels very intentional that by the later seasons the only part of his uniform he wears are the pants. He's got his iconic pink henley, plus an army shirt he made into a vest or a pair of red suspenders. He never even wears combat boots, it's converse all the way for him! To top it all off, he's got overlong hair and a goofy mustache; that man is showing disrespect for army regulations in every aspect of his physical appearance. It's very similar to Klinger, in my opinion; except BJ skipped right past the veneer of trying to prove he's crazy to "this is what I want to wear and I won't let this fuckass institution police how I'll present myself"

There's just so much character in how all of them choose to express themselves, despite living in a situation intent on stripping them of their individual humanity! I could do individual character analysis for all of their outfits, even though they're supposedly wearing the same thing.

[vicariousresearcher]

You’re a beautician in training and a bid came to your school to go to the local military base and set up shop to do some hair cuts for the day. 

Hairstylist and college student!Reader. Reader is implied to not be from the UK.

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It’s good money. You tell yourself as you set up your station in what looked to be a conference room of sorts. Good practice…..

You can already hear the chattering outside of the door. More voices than you anticipated. Your instructor said it would only be a few but then again you had to drive an hour and a half out to get here and most of these guys might not even have cars. So who knows, maybe you’ll see every damn soul in this place.

Rolling carts filled with scissors, sprays, and clippers with an obnoxious array of guards. Even managed to snag some of the standing mirrors from the makeup studio. All things you’d been allowed to steal from the class studios and jenga into your car for this bid. Your partner next to you seems to catch the pinch between your brows at the sight of the makeshift studio.

“Half of em’ just want to be sheared like sheep. They care more about getting it done than anything pretty.” She reassured you while tossing over a cape to your chair and unfolding her own. “Besides this is 6 practice hours taken care of.”

…….

That was in fact a lie.

It’s been 10 hours and it’s just now slowing down. Your feet hurt, nose hairs are burnt from BO and too strong axe body spray, and your mind slipped into robot mode about 4 hours ago. Between having to play cashier, cleaner, and barber for every guy you take, it’s a long process for even just one client. 

She was right about half the guys wanting to be sheared though. Many buzz cuts of various lengths with most of the others getting a simple crew cut. Your clippers have seen more work today than they’ve ever gotten. Though you prefer that to the guy that has your partner giving him some fuckass mohawk.

You’re wiping down your station when boots click across the conference room's door again. 

The fuck do they keep spawning from?

Your back creaks as you straighten. A placid, tired smile on your face as you greet the man at the door. Tall n’ broad, though that could be used to describe basically every man in this place, with a vaguely awkward look on his face. Welcoming eyes but lips pressed together under that beard. Hands clasping what looked like one of those boonie hats that grandpas wear when fishing. Customer service voice comes in strong as you get him in your chair and are probing for what he wants. Eyes flickering over your new project.

He has surprisingly thick brown hair given the fine wrinkles along his skin,  that's squished down on the top, presumably by the hat in his hands. Hair fluffing out at the nape and asides where it escaped the brim which gave him an oddly boyish look before you raked your fingers through it. 

“It’s been a minute. Just need ya to clean it up for me.” He says, blue eyes catching yours in the mirror as you drape the cape around him.

His accent is pleasant. English as far as you know but with how many accents you’ve heard today you can hear some differences within. You tune out slightly as you start accessing what needs to be done. Barely hearing him asking how your day was.

 Look at that, good hair and manners. 

“Alright. Didn’t think I’d find such a diverse group within a military base of all places.” You reply back a second too late. You can see the way his eyes crinkle a bit in the mirror. Amused almost.

Cute that a bit of tiredness allowed you to look caught off guard from a single question. 

“It’s a rest stop base. Most of us are just waiting to get shipped somewhere else.” He explains as you tilt his head back. Nails scraping over his scalp, a knuckle grazing his ear while you check length. Brain short circuiting when the crown of his head rests against your chest for a second. 

“Yeah? Where are you off to next?” You ask, fingers carding through his hair while spritzing some water to dampen your canvas.  

He hums, words harder to find as he works through the fog you managed to place in his head so easily. The sound rough yet warm in a way that told you you’d be thinking of him even after he leaves.

“Nowhere that’s any better than here.” You didn’t catch the look he gave you through the mirror. Appreciating the dove doing his hair more than he should’ve been. 

…….

After passing him one of the hand held mirrors you pull the cape off of him. Shaking out the clips of hair you took off before folding it. Letting the man-John he told you to call him- come to his own conclusion before you asked any questions. Judging by the pleased look on his face you wouldn’t have to do any touch ups. Though you were tempted to say you forgot to line up the back fully just to feel the nape of his neck in your hands again.

You didn’t have to ask anything as you felt a hand along your waist. Price leaning over in front of you to slide the mirror into its slot in your cart. Tobacco, that’s the smell you’d been trying to figure out this whole session. 

“You did perfect, dove. How much do I owe you?”

The look your partner gives you from her station has you knowing that you guys will be debating if the English use of pet names is cultural or not.

A hard swallow and a polite smile covers over the split second of embarrassment as you lead him over to the cash box.

…….

Undoing the straps around your waist you find a 20£ note tucked within your aprons folds. You have no doubt who it came from.

[melonteee]

Pick a favourite moment for each straw hat

THERE ARE SO MANY ANON...god I will try

Luffy: When Luffy talks to Law in Punk Hazard and he says "Hey, are you gonna betray me?" and Law says "No" and Luffy has this fuckass grin dgjhkd

Zoro: When he's been found in Dressrosa with the Tontatta's and he's watching the colosseum fight with them like a fucking sport it was so funny to me dfjgkd Zoro overall was so funny in Dressrosa

Nami: When she slaps the SHIT out of Zoro cause he was acting rude to Lola and she was NOT having it I love her evil, violent women moments

Usopp: The Sugar scene where he defeats her because he made an absolutely horrid face I was belly laughing sm what an Usopp core moment truly

Sanji: The entire Black Maria scene do I even need to say why honestly

Chopper: When he was pissed at Zoro taking his bandages off in Thriller Bark and starts rapid bandaging him up with Zoro complaining HJGJKD

Robin: When Franky is in Chopper's body making faces and she says "Franky DO NOT fucking BREATHE I will KILL YOU"

Franky: When the kids in Punk Hazard think he's really cool and he takes the chance to show off to them dgjdl

Brook: When Franky offers Robin a ride on onigashima but instead Brook sits on his bike and says "How about a little bromance?" LMAOOO

Jimbei: in Fishman Island when Zoro and Sanji start fighting against each other and Jimbei is BEFUDDLED and is like "what the hell is wrong with them" JHDFGK

Maybe these aren't my favourite favourites but I remember all of these scenes so well and so dearly lol

[potato-lord-but-not]

godddddd your butcher is so gorgeous. I literally cannot get over him. i’ve shown him to so many of my irls and only TWO of the gayest get it 😞 everyone else looks at me like i’m crwzy BUT IM NOT I SWEAR HE’S JUST SO BEAUTUFI OH MY GOD I NEED HIM TO TIE TO A CHAIR AND BREAK ALL MY FINGERNAILS ID BEE GIGGNLING THE WHOLE TIME HIS HAIRRRRRRR YOU REWLLY COOKED UP EITH THE FUCKASS BOB AND THE HAT AND THE ONE SKETCH WHERE HE’S ROLLING HIS SLEEVES UP AAORUGHNFNC HOWLING AND BARKING i mean whooaaa what who said that. Anyways your noel is also so lovely, such a pretty fella, he’s like a neat lil stick bug to me <33333 you captured noel’s aura so perfectly, that kind of tired but kind vibe is just AJSNXNXNXK 💕💕💕💖💖💖💖 also his SCARS AORUNCNXJ NOT TO BE GAY BUT LIKE ID KISS EVERY ONE OF THEM. wowzers crazy wind we got today. Also your oscar is so adorable he looks like a shelter dog that’s been through it but will be the sweetest, most loyal companion that can never be replaced 🫶🫶🫶🫶 okay thats it i just needed to get that out

This is the kind of unhinged energy I need to get me going today thank you for sharing

[schizoidcel]

## BOOTHILL x READER ★

🤍 ﹒ HEADCANONS ! ! . .

－ notes ̽ ۪⠀written before his release + gn reader huhu. yall i swear ill get to the lcb requests but im brainrotting too fucking much right now boothill is colonizing my mind so enjoy these thoughts i had and will throw into the tags

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He's a little spoon and NOBODY can convince me otherwise period.

We know damn well hes touch starved. So ofcourse he'd wanna be nuzzled up inbetween your chest and chin

Will teach you how to ride a horse. He definitely has a favourite (his name is Sebastian 🌚🌚)

Very protective over him though. You will not ride on that horse until you are months into the relationship

He gave you another horse to practice riding on and an extra horse incase the other "knocks your socks off" ... Whatever that means

You named them Yee and Haw and he was so conflicted with his emotions that he considered getting a routine check up on his body

Will tease you if you completely fuck up immediately.

He grabs your hands to gesture on things you should be wary about while being on the back of a horse, knowing it'll mess your brain up and lead you to not pay attention to a single thing coming out of his mouth

On the other hand if you're able to handle it in a short amount of time, he'll start flirting with you

"I'm doing it, Boo!" "Nice work, honeybunch. Think ya can manage ridin' somethin' else?" "Dude"

It's one or the other. You will not escape the Boothill down bad programm

Boothill also acts like a himbo to mess around with you.

On another note, you called him Bootyhill once and he's still shook up. Whether /pos or /neg is up to interpretation

While we're on the topic of nick/pet names, he calls you things you've never heard of before .

Or even if you did, they're things you expected never to be called 😭

What the fuck is a doodlebug Boothill

Type of man to get flustered when you flirt back. He just starts bugging out

Will play it cool though, but the faint blue on his cheeks says otherwise

Also a fan of headpats. No, he's not ashamed. No, he will not tell you.

Expanding on the no shame, Boothill takes it to the extreme

No filter, no mask, no nothing. Touchy EVERYWHERE you go

Even if he can't really feel it, he just feels more at ease when you both are near eachother or touch one another. Man wants to protect his partner, after all

It dosen't matter if you're able to protect yourself, the gesture just makes him feel more comfortable and calm

Also has a hair pulling kink woah. Let's keep it sfw everybody

Forehead kisses ❤️ or just kisses anywhere on his head in general. Kiss behind his ears and he will overheat

He let's you play with his hair<3 It's one of his favourite passtimes with you

Braid it, tie it in a ponytail, give him buns, pigtails, curl them, decorate them with hairpins, clip bows in his strands it don't matter PLAY WITH HIS HAIR ⁉️

He relaxes SO MUCH it's insane. Genuinely just one finger goes into that hair of his and he melts

This plays into the little spoon factor

You'd tease him about it but he takes pride in it 😭

Has a weird obsession with biting. If you complain that it hurts he goes "What, want me to smooch the pain away?" and he does this fuckass face :3 while you're just staring at him dead in the eye (you say yes btw)

If you're ticklish, he's hell for you

Tickles you in the most random times possible.

And you know it's even WORSE with those cold ass metalic hands

You're cuddling? The sides of your torso are not safe. You're currently occupied with an activity involving your hands? Your armpits are not safe either. He's laying on your bare stomache face down? He starts blowing raspberries.

You know damn well he uses the feathers of his hat 😭

Sticks it up your nose to make you sneeze too. Usually to wake you up or some shit

You could have the most volcano eruption alert level 5 sneeze and he'd still say "Aww, ya sneeze like a kitten!"

One last note this man is a whiney loser bottom not sorry

the word ill is in boothill for a reason the way im laying in bed all sweaty ANYway 🌚😵😵😵😵

ૢ་༘࿐ thank you for reading ! Ⳋ᧙