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victoriasnails · 2 years
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I LOVE these little frames, but damn do they snag on literally everything they come in to contact with. So annoying...but so worth it.
Used in this mani:
Ella + Mila - Pure
Holo Taco - Gold Flake Taco
What's Up Nails - Neither Noir
Glisten & Glow Topcoat
Stamping Plate: To Boldly Go from @hit_the_bottle
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gemfyre · 2 years
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These photos are of the same manicure, just one with flash and one without - I love multichromes.
It took me a while to decide what colours to use, but I was kind of going for a galaxy look. In the end I went with Auroras and then stamped stars over it and ooh pretty.
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Aurora - piCture pOlish Aurora Unicorn Skin - Holo Taco Moonshine - Hit The Bottle
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not-a-nail-artist · 3 days
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Hit the Bottle
Stay Up & MakeUp
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mjulmjul · 7 months
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RETURNING OCTOBER 5TH!
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sandflakedraws · 2 months
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so i'm readin various stuff on the xray cause this silly film is my current source of joy and
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wait
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hold up.
what...
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WAHT ??? WHAT
XRAY CAST DESCRIPTION????
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YEARS???
xrAY dESCRIPTION eXPLaIN!!! WHAT DO YOU MEAN FLOYD WAS HELD CAPTIVE FOR YEARS, WHAT SECRET INFO DO U HAVE ACCESS TO???
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ratsetflummi · 8 months
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a german will hear the phrase "he threw the empty beer bottle in the trash" and just stare blankly, their eye twitching, trying to comprehend a world in which you don't bring empty bottles to the pfandautomat, or the glascontainer at the very least
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amore-vincit-omnia · 4 months
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the evolution of Olive being passed out (sleeping) on Julia's lap
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The fact that Arthur knows exactly fuck-all about magic is actually so funny if you think about it.
Aside from the fact he's married to the most powerful sorcerer ever to live and the literal embodiment of magic, he would never know if someone was fucking with him or not. He'll either take whatever explanation given at face value, or flat out not believe it, it's a 50-50 shot. He's the embodiment of "sounds fake but I don't know enough about magic to argue."
Arthur: What's this?
Merlin: It's a magic chain.
Arthur: Huh. What's it made of? Silver?
Merlin: That and fish scales, cat's breath, and moonlight on a millpond. ((An actual thing in a Neil Gaiman book, btw))
Arthur: If you don't want to tell me, you can just say so, you don't have to make things up. 😤
Merlin: .....
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Tim had his spleen removed, right. This means he would not be able to withstand bacterial infection as well (a.k.a. getting sick, which happens a lot when people get injured or sleep deprived cause their immune system weakens), so for his own safety, he would likely take care of himself more than the other bats would care for themselves. He probably wouldn't get in a fight he knows he would badly lose, or win but get very injured during. Tim would be the calm and calculating one. He already is deemed as smart and a great detective, so that makes him even scarier.
He gets a reputation as a vigilant far more dangerous from his siblings, cause he perches like a bird above the fight, but if he gets involved, then the villains know they're goners. If it's Dick, Jason, Steph, Cass, even Damian and Batman himself, people don't get as intimidated, but should Tim come in, they back off so fast. In this essay I will...
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bigcatbulges · 7 months
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Source - syukapong
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victoriasnails · 2 years
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Captions..the never-ending struggle to think of something to say. I'll never get the hang of them.
Used in this mani:
Zoya - Storm, Brighton
What's Up Nails - Neither Noir
Glisten & Glow Topcoat
Stamping Plate: To Boldly Go 01 from @hit_the_bottle
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chandralia · 9 months
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any genuine iteration I try to imagine of Ochako’s confession is her being like “you inspired and motivated me, I thought of you to guide me through my battles. But I kept it from you so I could focus on being a hero”
and Deku’s just like “oh my god I’m in love with Kacchan”
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ex-tenebris · 5 months
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I've seen several conversations lately about MK1 Shang Tsung vs MK11 (not just here, elsewhere and in my own personal friend groups) and I'd like to have a sit-down and go over some key elements I think we're all overlooking.
1. Why are we pitting two bad bitches against each other, you can enjoy all versions of him I promise (ask me how I know! I've been playing these games for over 20 years)
2. Of course they're going to be vastly different from each other, they have different origins and different lived experiences. Previous Era Shang Tsung has an origin story that's about as clear as mud and New Era Shang Tsung was purposefully nerfed by Liu Kang. This also plays into my next point, but even with the nightmare non-canon vs canon vs semi-canon state of MK lore, it still matters.
3. New Era Shang Tsung seems to visibly be younger, but not by a wide margin. We have to remember that MK11 Shang Tsung is mind-boggling levels of old. New Era Shang Tsung started with nothing and likely never expected to see that change. He's very suddenly offered the world on a silver platter, power beyond his imagination, and a way out of his suffering. Of course he takes it. If we assume that ALL timeline Shang Tsungs have that same ambitious root, good or bad or in between, it only makes sense that he would jump head-first into such an opportunity. The key here is that he's never done anything like this before. He's not so young that he's completely naive. He has light wrinkles, he's not baby-faced (see below). Maybe he has a few stray greys if I'm looking at these screencaps right, or it could just be the lighting. My point being that it's still so early in his development as a person that he thinks he can't be outsmarted, that nobody could possibly be three steps ahead of him, and his focus is still narrow. He knows how to survive, and has done so for long enough to see that this may be his only chance, but he's missing the signs that say it's a scam because he's never seen them before. He's essentially been put behind the wheel of a high-end sports car but he's never learned how to drive, and never needed to know until this exact moment.
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Whether or not he's feigning his confidence is another subject altogether, because I do think he peacocks for several reasons, but anyway. This Shang Tsung is learning to run on his new sorcerer legs, and they're shaky at best. Imagine having nothing your entire life and suddenly having everything at your fingertips, having to craft a persona and a gimmick from the ground up and maintain it flawlessly lest you fall right back to the bottom, or worse.
He's going to cower, he's going to lie and flatter and whatever else keeps him from losing his footing. It's easier for him to slip up or be caught unawares because of that narrow focus. He lacks the broad perspective of the previous Shang Tsung, which brings me to my next point.
4. Previous Shang Tsung had roughly a thousand years to develop and become who he was (or still is). He has a wealth of knowledge, he's absorbed an untold amount of souls and retained their information on top of what he already knows. He has a confident swagger about him that New Era Shang Tsung simply has not grown into yet. He's made a point to be several steps ahead of anyone, and both time and experience have made him nigh impossible to outsmart. He's the "you cannot kill me in a way that matters" post that floats around here from time to time, because really, you can't.
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He still has that sort of fruity smarmy charm about him, but his smugness doesn't feel as petty because he knows and is fully confident that he's got everything under control. Everything will go his way, and if it doesn't, he's got about 700 backup plans to make sure that it does. New Era Shang Tsung believes he's ahead of the game, but he hasn't quite figured out the nuances of covering his ass when things go wrong.
I think it will be interesting to see where New Era Shang Tsung leads. There's potential for him to be a bit more violently cutthroat in the literal sense, someone who isn't as secure in their choices as OG Shang Tsung.
Not that either of them are predictable, but our beloved MK11 Shang Tsung takes measured, confident steps. He has time to be lavish and bask in his riches (he paints his nails, braids his hair, this man has all the time in the world to do what he wants and still look pretty doing it), there's no need for him to make a show of hasty choices or taking chances that could hinder him later. New Era has been betrayed and purposefully placed at a disadvantage right out of the gate, and maybe there's a hint of desperation there. Desperation to be seen as something greater than he was, to exact his revenge on those who purposefully placed him in a life of suffering, and to keep his grasp on his new powers. There are unresolved emotions that will take time to work through, and I imagine he might make rash decisions out of anger or spite on the way.
At their core, they are very, very similar. Ambitious men with silver tongues and minds like steel traps. Serpents disguised as peacocks, but their flattery and reasoning behind their lies come from very different angles and experiences. One is surviving, the other spits in the face of death and time and laughs about it.
If you read all this, I am very sorry. I just have so many thoughts about this character and I don't understand how New Era Shang Tsung is catching so much ire. He hasn't had a chance to bloom into full bastard yet; let him settle, let him oxidize and shake the New Car smell off his clothes.
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morganbritton132 · 1 year
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Eddie posts a video to Tiktok with the caption ‘Left my phone in the car to buy Steve Gatorade’ and then it’s just Steve after his seizure being grouchy that Eddie picked him up from work like, “Oh, I’m Eddie. I have tattoos and a flat ass, and one time a bat bit me so now I have ESP too. I know better than everybody and don’t care about your lesson plans, Steve. Ugh.”
Steve sighs and slouches in his seat before leveling Ozzy with a look, “I can feel you judging me, Oz. You don’t always have to take his side, you know.”
Ozzy huffs and Steve’s just like, “Yeah, well. Whatever.”
The video ends after Eddie opens the door and tosses a blue Gatorade at Steve. He does not catch it and you hear, “Shi-“
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lilrambo-shooter · 1 year
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I'm back with more
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Part 6 | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 |
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Hii there's absolutely no pressure but I love your writing and thought: what about Ravine working with the 141 on a mission where drugs are related and they need to find them (or something of that sort, I'm no expert in military stuff) and they bring a k-9 with them that is known for being aggressive and attacking if not treated with utmost precision, only for it to warm up to Ravine and snuggle up to him even tho he's the scary and "mean" one?
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Pictures: Cooper with Ravine VS Cooper with anyone else
Dear Anon, I love your magnificent brain for coming up with this scenario!!! And thank you so much!🤗 Also no worries I don’t know anything about the military either :’)) I hope I wrote this how you imagined, do let me know 🙌
Warning: Mentions of drugs, PTSD, amputation, transplant- Probably wrong military name usages and stuff. Maybe OOC?💧
Let me know if you want a part 2 of this, where they chase down the drugs with Cooper 😀
Drug mission with an aggressive K-9 who only turns putty for the "mean” Ravine. The boys are conflicted about who to feel jealous of- Cooper or Ravine, both who usually don't let themselves be touched.
Ravine, who just finished his massacre, was sent to 141’s base once their mission to get intel turned into a drug chase. Along with the confiscated information, they found a hidden stash of high class heroin on the boat, therefore they wanted the soldier to join them.
Laswell had tracked the owner later: Caro Edgar, a well known drug lord that has been long enough on the wanted list. Price decided it was time they get the man behind bars- or dead.
Someone from the DATR (Defence Animal Training Regiment) was delivering their best narcotic detection dog to the squad per Price’s request. Some of the boys were ecstatic to have a little furry friend with them…
Until the dog actually came into the base.
The K-9, Cooper was a menace to deal with.
He bared his fangs at the men in front of him once his cage was open. Gaz, who was excited to greet their four-legged friend, took a sudden step and Cooper was already in his face, mouth ajar to bite his head off, if it weren’t for the chain being pulled back by the dog handler.
Soap flinched back from the sudden hostility and that owned him a bunch of barkings while saliva flew from the K-9’s mouth.
Safe to say, both men backed off and used Ghost as a human shield. Said man glared at the canine, his shoulders tensed. Price on the other hand looked at the soldier with a questioned look, who lent them the aggressive canine.
“I apologize but he is the only one qualified with the mission, the others aren’t ready or already on duty.”
 For the past two days, they tried to get along with the aggressive K-9 but it wasn’t getting any better.
If they moved too fast, he barked.
Breathed wrong? He growled.
Too close and shifting wrong? Cooper jumped them if it weren’t for the chain stopping him. They had to fill his bowl and slide it over from a distance due to Ghost almost losing his hand the first time he tried to fill his plate.
Price was 100% certain that Soap was having nightmares of the dog ripping him to shreds while he slept. Gaz refused to come near the devil spawn and walked along the edge while pressing his back to the wall. His eyes never left the four-legged demon when he passed around it.
Ghost? He and Cooper had a glaring contest every single time the dog started barking and growling like a feral animal when they came across each other.
 On the third day, Ravine finally reached the base and the dog hadn't lessened his bullshit which made the Task Force slowly lose it. Cooper made noises throughout the night when he felt like they didn’t suffer enough trying to take care of him.
The dog trainer admitted that she was a little afraid of the Belgian Malinois herself. The previous owner died on the mission so the dog was passed down to her. Cooper was one of the best K-9 they had so they had to keep him even if he was being hostile to the other dogs. They had to separate him into solo training with a group of supervisors to get the K-9 under control.
They were all currently all out in the open, trying to make Cooper listen to their commands. They couldn’t keep waiting due to the risk of Caro Edgar shipping a whole warehouse of drugs underground.
“Steaming bloody Jesus!”
Soap jumps back, close to losing his footing when Cooper jumps up to meet the man face to face.
“This isn’t going anywhere! We need a new dog damn it!”
Price sighs and opens his mouth to agree but notices the collar ripping from the sideline.
“Get away from him, NOW!!”
*Snap*
Cooper wastes no time to attack, Gaz who he seems to be running to, screams in fear and throws his body to the side. Only to reveal Ravine appearing from behind him, the men panic at the soldier staring at the report in his hands.
“RAVINE DUCK!”
Their hearts skip a beat when the dog comes slamming down onto him from above. Papers flew through the air as Ravine couldn’t even finish registering what Ghost was screaming about until a blur of black and brown came into his sight.
They run towards the fallen soldier, expecting blood to pour from his shoulders or any part Cooper decided to bite into.
But Ravine laid on the ground unharmed with a hand holding the front legs and the other grabbing tightly on the dog’s mouth like a muzzle as he proceeded to get the K-9’s face further away from his.
“That was close. You good mate?” Soap warily inches closer but stops when Cooper starts growling again.
“Aye.”
Ravine sits on the dirt for a moment before casting the dog to the side. As if the squad felt the change in their newcomer, they huddled together on the sideline with the dog trainer holding a brand new collar in her hands.
Cooper shakes his fur, his fangs out, ready to pounce at the threat in front of him. Ravine on the other hand stood calmly on his feet, his height casting a shadow on the dog as it came flying towards him.
“Sit.”
The dog flinches at his voice, hesitates for a split second then prepares to pounce, his jaw open-
“Sit.”
What some humans didn’t know was the highly sensitivity of a dog to pheromones. Cooper feels it, the malice from the stranger standing before him seems to grow and expand to an immeasurable size, all pointed at him and him only. Cooper was lost inside, alone, hunted down like a prey. If he didn’t listen now- he knew he was actually going to perish.
So he sat down, lowering as far as his body allowed.
 Gaz glances between Ravine and the dog in worry. “He doesn’t actually think this is going to work, is it?” His hands feel sweaty as he wiped them down on his clothes, his eyes peeking at Ghost and Soap. “He wasn’t here to see how dangerous it is.”
“I don’t think he’s dumb to believe that.” replies L.T. with crossed arms, the thought of shooting the little menace crossing his mind if the mutt decided to take a bite out of him.
“Sit.”
They suddenly find themselves on the ground before they hear Price cackle loudly on the bench. Soap’s legs felt like jelly when Ravine ordered them- the dog with a tone he hadn’t heard him use before.
Ravine stared at the quartet on the ground and Price on the bench, curious what the Captain found so funny at him getting the dog to lay down. He might never know because they avoided looking into his general direction.
Soap laid on his back, his face in his palms, Gaz pushed his hat down to hide his expression and Ghost was lucky to have his mask on as he grabbed his arms while turning away, the dog trainer pushed her head into her knees that were pulled towards her chest.
And lucky Price, who was already sitting, continued to crack up towards the squad with the occasional whines being let out from Cooper in the background.
Ravine thought the Captain told a joke that made the others react so strongly and didn’t bother questioning it, to their relief. When everyone calmed their hearts, they mentally agreed to never talk about this situation ever again but they knew Price would never let them live this down.
 They decided the little demon was Ravine’s responsibility now.
And at first they were glad to not have to risk their limbs anymore.
Cooper listened to every word Ravine spoke and slowly throughout the day, the dog started to waddle around without having to be leashed although he would still snap at the other’s who weren't Ravine.
What started out as an aggressive attack dog, turned in half a day into a puppy longing for affection and attention.
 On the fourth day, 141 was slowly getting fed up.
At one point they were jealous that Ravine gets to be on the menaces' good side. He gets to ruffle the dogs fur, pet it while they get a face full of teeth and saliva. Along with Cooper sitting on his lap, his thighs making it look really cozy to touch, the K-9 performed tricks and wagged his tail like a love-sick puppy yearning for cuddles from the man.
As if the four-legged demon didn’t plan to give Gaz a nose transplant, a hand amputation for Ghost and PTSD for Soap.
Then they couldn’t approach Ravine without Cooper getting in between them.
They weren’t allowed to be near him and had to stay at least a good few feet away. They couldn’t even hand him things over without the damn dog scaring them, so Cooper could bring the stuff to Ravine like some newspaper.
At the meeting to track down Caro Edgar, Cooper decided to interrupt by going in between his legs and standing up to put his front legs on Ravine’s chest. He wouldn’t stop bouncing until his human put an arm around him, his hand laying on top of his head for scratchies.
Price’s content that Ravine was a help to get the dog under control. They couldn’t risk flunking the mission caused by a misbehaving K-9. He lets his eyes linger on the duo, a smile spreading on his lips when the faceless man doesn't repulse from the physical affection.
He wanted to go back to the report but noticed that no one was really paying attention anymore besides Ravine, who was looking at the documents on the desk.
Gaz is tempted to pull at its tail beneath the desk so the K-9 would stop bothering Ravine so much. He snaps his eyes away from it when Cooper looks directly at him. The menace threw his attention back to the man petting him when the smell of fear slowly radiated off of Gaz.
Beside Ravine sat Soap as he wondered if one day the slouching male would give him a hug too. For a while he stared at the demon disappearing and replaced by a puppy in Ravine’s embrace.
Ghost gawks at the mutt in irritation. He fed him and got his limp nearly bitten off and now the same mutt is squeezing his teammate’s chest like some paw toy. He knows that Cooper was given him side eyes and showing his sharp fangs to mock him. Ravine looks down to check on the K-9 and there it goes acting all innocent.
‘Cunt.’
 On the sixth day, the dog trainer already left while the team wanted to get the mission done and over with, so they could immediately return the K-9 back to her.
Soap’s mind wanders around until he thinks aloud, his eyes following the dog wagging his tail at the tall man trying to train in peace. He grimaces at it for stealing his chance to bond with Ravine all to itself.
“Do you think that brat sleeps in the same bed as him?”
“I’m sure it does-” Gaz sips loudly from his bottle, his eyes glaring down at Cooper when the K-9 gets to snuggle closer to his chest before being pushed to the side, “Look at it! The dog gets to hug him before I even get the chance for Ravine to let me touch his shoulder!”
“I don’t even get a high five from him.”
“Me neither.”
Both turn their heads towards Ghost, silently edging him to answer the question. He sighs under his breath. “Negative.”
They all turn back to watching their friend from afar, occasionally cursing the dog under their breaths when they see how physical Cooper was getting with the man who was known to back away from people who wanted to touch him.
Even Ghost wasn’t that stingy.
Hell breaks loose when Cooper starts to put his paws on the man’s ass.
“ThaT’S IT-”
“Wait Soap, don’t dO THAT-!”
“JOHNNY DON’T-”
Terrified screams could be heard through the base along with a string of curses and a dog’s vicious barking. It ended with Ravine ordering Cooper to back off from his friends with a slight edge to his voice which scared the dog into laying on the ground shamefully.
On the other hand Gaz and Soap grin victoriously and pull faces at the dog behind the safety of the soldier’s back. Ghost silently curses the mutt for acting inappropriately while Price is hiding in the back, recording the whole situation to send to some people.
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