His hair looks red. Why does it look red

Michael Clifford:::Not My Type

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Nerd Michael…need I say more??

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just a bunch of messy Takumi sketches ♡✧( ु•⌄• )

Ok y’all time to talk about The Ninjago Movie

First, the characters we’ve seen so far


I love him so much he’s my profile picture on discord right now. Although in some other pictures the 4 arms look a little,,, weird,,,, but idk

ok so you can’t tell with the quality of this picture but HE HAS THE SCARS AROUND HIS EYES A+ I LOVE 

the hair seems a little… tall? but it’s chill. His character design is pretty close to the show’s, his hair is just mirrored, so he doesn’t freak me out as much as the others.

Nya is cool, it looks like she’s got some samurai stuff going on which makes me HYPE but she sort of looks like a fusion of wildstyle and Pixal, ya know? We’ll see.

Jay why ya gotta be in the back I can’t tell anything about you.

Anyways he has freckles guys. FRECKLES I REPEAT FRECKLES HE IS CUTE 

at first I thought he had Dareth’s hair and I was like. No. but I looked at it again and it’s just really messy thank goodness. HOWEVER I THINK HIS HAIR IS BROWN NOT RED AND THAT MAKES ME WANT TO CRY 


Interesting that he’s wearing both red and blue 



ok so, why does Lloyd have green eyes when every single other lego minifigure ever has black it’s creeping me out just a bit.

Also he looks like a surfer dude so

put his eyebrows back where they came from or so help me

but it’s ok, he looks old but it’s probably just the expression.

it’s all ok

everything is going to be o-


I’ve been able to calm down and appreciate every character design except for Zane’s 

Part of what’s so beautiful about Zane is he’s a robot but he still acts and looks human but,,, I don’t think this is the case here. 

Is his head skinny or is it just me

why are his eyes glowing not ok scared help me

ok maybe things are going to be ok after all

tbh the worst part is I can’t see his eyebrows does he have The Eyebrows???? I need to know now. Plz.

but he totally looks like a buff weightlifting hot dude who’s secretly a ballerina I’m 



ok but. WHy are the ninja’s designs so radically different when Wu and Garmadon actually look pretty similar it’s so weird 

anyways I love Wu’s design, his beard is dirty and cracked like it’s an actual old lego minifigure piece and he has YE OLDE SHINY HAT I love him so much

Overall, calm down about the character design guys. We’ve known since very early that this has nothing to do with the tv show. With different personalities and voice actors, different designs fit better.

If I compare these characters with the ones from the show I am angry and alarmed and I hate them. But if I remove the show and see it as its own separate entity they are all actually really cute and precious. Except for Zane. 

Also, these are stills. Many stills of characters look weird, unnatural, ugly, or stupid because they’re in the middle of moving and talking. Once we see them in motion, it will appear different. Trust me.


And now it is time for the third member of the hyung line, our hope, our angel who is so fucking sweet like he’s so caring and kind and warm and all he wants to do is make people happy how is he real I wanna hug him and tell him thank you bc he’s so amazing, Jung Hoseok aka J-Hope aka hobi

  • This post is written in the college AU, it’s just to help set the scene a bit so college!Hoseok is right here
  • Visuals are first bc I gotta
  • Hobi always looks so good but I gotta go with the black hair, it’s always such a l o o k, especially when it’s up and the forehead is showing bc then you can see all of his face
  • Black is one of my favorite hair colors for him but the look he had for Spring Day/Not Today was so fucking cute too and so was the red hair and the blonde, moral of the story, hobi is just always cute
  • Okay but hobi’s airport style is 10/10 I always love seeing the boys’ airport outfits bc they always look so good but I love hobi’s airport looks, they’re always so coordinated and he wears a lot of black and I’m a sucker for black clothing
  • But he can also pull off different patterns, he can do the camouflage look, he can do stripes, he can do sweaters, t-shirts, anything you throw at hobi, he’s got it covered, I mean the man pulled off a bright green sweater and made it look boyfriend how the hell does someone do that plz explain
  • The looks that fits player!hobi is the all black look he did, with the black jeans, black sneakers, black t-shirt, black bag, even his hair was black and that is my s h i t all black instantly
  • But there’s another all black outfit where he had a black t-shirt but then  a red beanie and the strap of his bag was red and that is just wow idk why I love it so much but I kinda keep looking at it bc I would like a round of applause for Mr. Jung bc that look officially has me heart eyes
  • He can pull off so many different hats it’s so hard to choose just one, he can pull off bucket hats, he can do the snapback look !!! beanies, goofy hats, all the hats so I’m just gonna choose them all for player!hobi 
  • Hobi is another dater, he is a really sensitive person when it comes to emotions so just like Yoongi, one night stands aren’t really a thing
  • It’s rare for him to go that far but when he does, it’s someone he knows really well, he’s just more a lover, he prefers feeling that connection of love and it being something really meaningful to both parties involved
  • But he does love a good date, he actually lasts pretty long with his dates, he doesn’t ever confirm or deny the relationship, that’s his thing
  • He’s a carefree kid who’s just focusing on having fun and he’s not looking to get into any relationships yet, especially when he’s so busy being a TA and a dance major
  • He never stops them from calling him their boyfriend but he also calls them his friend or his date so they get a bit confused bc wait it’s been like a month how are we not together yet
  • He always dances (pun intended) around the subject and changes it super quickly bc he doesn’t wanna let them down and tell them that he’s not interested in a relationship but it’s really nothing personal, it’s not their fault, he’s just having fun and chilling out with fun people
  • He has a very approachable vibe to him like he’s not a scary person, he’s so friendly and open and he’s always smiling so people aren’t afraid to come up to him and talk to him and maybe throw in a few flirty lines
  • He would be such a cute date oh my lord, he loves going to a festival or a cute lil diner or maybe feeding ducks at the park and eating some ice cream
  • Always always always holding his date’s hand, sometimes he’ll have his arm around them but even then, he wants them to be holding his hand bc he just loves that shit
  • He’s another player that you don’t expect to be a player based on his personality
  • He’s just so bubbly and caring and he’s really doting towards his dates, he’s always asking if they’re having fun, if they’re comfortable, if they wanna go somewhere else and he makes sure they get home safe so when they find out about it, they’re just oH
  • He h a t e s the “breaking up” part bc hobi loves making people happy and he does so much to get them to smile and he’s always so energetic and cheerful so the thought of ruining someone’s entire week bc of this is heartbreaking to him
  • But he’s also not a cheater and even if he’s not in a relationship with them, he doesn’t wanna be taking them on dates and spending so much time with them and then turning around and doing the same thing with someone else so he’s gotta break it off eventually
  • But he does it very gently, he makes sure they aren’t too down about it and he always promises to stay friends
  • You always see hobi around campus
  • Here’s the thing about hobi, pretty much everyone on campus either knows hobi, knows of him or knows someone that knows him, he’s a social butterfly
  • You know all about his reputation of having someone new every month and never committing but you also know about his dance reputation and that he’s supposedly am az in g
  • So when your friend tells you he’s performing in an underground freestyle competition thing and that they’re going, you figure you’ll go and see what all the talk is about bc when people talk about his dance skills they make him out to be this incredible, breathtaking dancer that’ll make you wanna dance too
  • You had never spoken to him so it was a bit ?? when he walked up to you and greeted you like you were his best friend but then you realize he’s being flirty and while it’s flattering, you also know what the end result typically is so you politely decline his offer to get a late night snack afterwards
  • He is a bit confused bc normally people don’t reject him but it’s his turn so he doesn’t have time to keep talking to you
  • You’re blown away by how talented he is bc have you ever seen hobi dance that shit is magical, it’s so captivating and just I could go on for hours about how talented hobi is
  • You leave shortly after his turn is up bc you have a class early the next morning and you gotta sleep so hobi doesn’t get another chance to talk to until he sees you on campus two days later
  • He keeps talking to you, every time he sees you and you realize that it’s been a while since you’ve heard about him dating someone and pretty soon, he’s spent the entire term single with no dating or even flirting with other people
  • “I wanna get to know you”
  • You’re trying really hard not to fall for his charming lil smile or the way his entire face lights up whenever he sees you or the way his voice sounds when he’s tired and his words are a bit slurred together bc he’s too exhausted to put in the effort to be coherent
  • You agree to go out on a date with him during the summer bc you figure you might as well get it over with, you’re already crushing on him so it’s better to see him from the player point of view so you can move on with your lives
  • It’s so much fun, he takes you down to the beach and you walk all around the pier together and play in the sand and run from the waves and it’s just a really stress free date where you two genuinely enjoy every moment and there aren’t any awkward moments
  • You get a bit nervous around the one month mark bc you know that’s when his relationships stop but then everything stays normal, he actually takes you out to dinner for your first month anniversary and then the next thing you know, you’ve spent the entire summer and the following term with him openly calling himself your boyfriend
  • “I like being in a relationship with you, it’s funner than having to stress over breakups”
  • “I like you as a boyfriend a lot more”
  • “Maybe one day, I’ll be upgraded to husband”
  • “Ch iLL”

anonymous asked:

Hey! 😊 since I really love your works I decided to send you a prompt: "we have been riding the same bus together literally everyday for the past years and only now I decide to (FINALLY) talk to you". I hope you write it!

Hey :)

Thank you! I had a lot of fun writing this and hope you like it. Please let me know!


There are some people that are a part of your life but not really in your life. 
Your family, your friends, teachers, acquaintances are in your life, you actively seek their attention, talk to them, spend time with them. 
But also, there are people who are only a part of your life but not really in it. People who you see every once in a while at the grocery store and recognize but don’t know anything about them. People who live somewhere near you and you see them walk their dog every day but never talked to them.

Or people you take the same bus with for years but never talk to.

There is a guy who is just a part of Sana’s life and has been for the past three years.

Once again, like almost every afternoon, Sana sees him as soon as she gets on the bus.

He is sitting in the same seat he always tries to occupy. When Sana gets on the bus there is barely ever a seat free but he is always sitting.

When the bus stops at Sana’s stop near her school, where she usually gets on the bus, the stranger’s eyes immediately go to the door. He might want to know if that one person who is a part of his life but not really in it would take the bus today.

Their eyes meet. Maybe because they both looked for each other in a way, without actually admitting it to themselves. Neither of them knows how to react, even after all this time.

The first time Yousef had noticed her was years ago. The beautiful girl in the black hijab had helped an older lady leave the bus and because of that almost couldn’t get back in before the doors closed. She managed though and he found himself breathing out in relief. 

The first time Sana noticed the handsome dark-haired boy was years ago. It was a busy day and there was almost no space to even stand on the bus. People were squished against each other and Sana wished more than ever that there was a free seat for her. She was looking around in the hope to see a free spot but instead she saw how this tall guy stood up from his spot and insisted that the pregnant woman sits on his former seat.

After those incidents both, Yousef and Sana, saw the other one on the bus every day. Sana takes this bus home from school or after basketball practice. Yousef takes this bus home from work that is a few stops before Sana’s school.

However, somehow they never spoke. Not a word. They lock eyes sometimes, smile friendly but neither of them ever said anything to the other one. Why wouldn’t they? Having small talk with strangers on public transport is not unusual but these two apparently are. It just never happened. They acknowledged that the other one was on the bus most days and whenever they weren’t, got worried. Sana wondered a few times why she got a sinking feeling in her stomach when she couldn’t see him some days but always just quickly shrugged that off. 

Now, Sana goes to stand at the free space at the second door, which is conveniently near to where the dark-haired stranger is sitting. She takes out her phone and reads the texts in a group chat with her best friends.

Without registering what he’s doing, Yousef looks at her, deep in thoughts. There’s something about this stranger that makes him feel himself drawn to her. Even if they never exchanged a word. Maybe it’s because she seems so mysterious. She’s almost always wearing black, takes this bus alone, like he does, and that’s about all he knows about her. Well, he also sees her reading once in a while, if she ever finds a seat. 
It would be a lie if he said he never thought of talking to her. She’s beautiful, for one. But something would always come in between. Either he would chicken out because he thinks ‘Why would a girl like her want to talk to me?’ or she would be standing too far away and he’d feel weird getting up and talking to her or by the time he found the courage to go up and talk to her she’d leave the bus.

Sana then gets a text from her brother.

“Sis! Can you pleeeease pick up dish soap from the store? I promised Mamma but forgot.”

The text makes her roll her eyes. She will do it, of course, but her older brother can be so forgetful. He’ll never forget when the next important football match is but everything else will slip his mind. 

That she needs to go to the store means she’ll have to be on the bus for two more stops than usual. She answers her brother and locks her phone. Then she finds herself looking through the bus. People-watching on the bus can be really interesting. Especially at this time of the day when people all are exhausting and don’t really care what others thinks about them. Still, in the afternoons Sana’s eyes would usually end up on the cute stranger she sees on a daily basis. When her eyes fall on him he is looking down on his phone. He’s quickly texting something with a cute smile on his face.

Maybe he’s texting a girlfriend, Sana finds herself thinking and immediately shakes her head at her own thoughts. He can be, it’s none of her business. Sana sees him looking up from his phone and out of the window and quickly averts her eyes. He doesn’t need to know she was looking.

At the bus stop Sana usually gets off Yousef looks at her, he knew she was still standing at the door. But she doesn’t leave the bus. Instead she makes room for people to go past her. Yousef is confused and bites his lip in concentration. He shouldn’t care so much about where a stranger gets off the bus. But that girl has this weird effect on him.

When the bus is a little less crowded Sana goes to stand at the window, right in front of Yousef’s seat. She is very aware of her position and tries to make it look like she’s just looking through the bus to not obviously look at him. Why does she get so excited by just standing near that particular stranger? 

Finally, Sana’s gaze lands on him and at the same time he looks at her. 

Yousef starts smiling a little at her and when she responds with a small smile of her own Yousef has to try really hard not to break into a full-blown grin. Their interactions over the last years were limited to just this, looks and friendly smiles. But this smile makes Yousef feel different than usual. Maybe because she is closer than she usually is, maybe because he feels like this is finally the day they talk.

Sana looks at the stranger and then out of the window. Should she just say Hi? They’ve been seeing each other on the bus for so long now and introducing herself wouldn’t be too weird, right?

“Salih?”, someone says rather loudly and both Yousef and Sana look at the direction from where the sound came. A short guy with red hair comes up to them, or rather to the dark-haired stranger Sana tried to find courage to talk to.

She looks at the stranger supposedly named Salih but somehow, she doesn’t think that that name fits him. She doesn’t know why she thinks that, she doesn’t even know him but she feels like that name is not right for him.

Sana sees the cute stranger look at the red-haired guy with his eyebrows furrowed.

“Oh, sorry. My bad. I thought you’re someone else.”, says the red-haired guy quickly, turns on his heel and walks to the front of the bus. That was weird. And Sana is not the only one thinking that. She meets the stranger’s eyes and he looks as amused as she probably does and they both burst out laughing. That was a weird interaction especially because the seat next to Yousef is not free; an older lady is sitting there. So the red-haired guy kind of got a little bit too close to the lady to look at Yousef.

The bus stops and there is only one more stop for Sana to go and now they both calmed down a little. 

They’re both looking at each other smilingly and then the boy says: “It’s Yousef, by the way.”

Sana raises her eyebrows at him a bit confused because this is so out of context. Also, she is surprised by his voice. These are his first words to her, after all.

“My name.”, he says with a smile. “I’m not Salih, I’m Yousef.”

That makes sense and Sana chuckles lightly and answers with the same smile playing on her lips: “I’m Sana.”, and extents her hand towards Yousef.

He looks down at her hand for a second and quickly reacts and shakes her hand. Sana tilts her head a little bit and thinks that this name suits him much better.

The bus stops again and Sana almost loses her balance because she wasn’t paying attention but rather was concentrated on Yousef. She smiles at him once more and says that she gets off the bus here. He looks around and Sana can see surprise in his eyes. 

“Me too, actually!”, he says and politely asks to go past the old lady next to him. While Yousef was happy to finally have talked to the pretty girl he has been noticing for so long, he almost missed his stop. 

Sana and Yousef both leave the bus and neither of them directly goes their own way. They just stand there, both with their hands in the pockets of their jackets. 

“Uh.. I’m going that way.”, Yousef says and points right. He doesn’t want to say anything because he finally talked to her and doesn’t want it to end so soon.

Sana smiles but quickly presses her lips together to not show her excitement. She didn’t want this conversation to end with them just introducing themselves. And she is really going in the same direction as him.

“Me too.”, she says and sees how Yousef starts smiling and they start walking. There is a lot of space between them and both try to think of something to say without it being somehow weird. Both look around while walking until Yousef speaks up. Sana is so happy that he does that she has to actively try not to grin too much. He’s still somewhat of a stranger, she shouldn’t get this excited.

“So, are you coming from school, or…?”, Yousef didn’t know what else to ask now but it worked. 

Sana looks at him and shakes her head first but then nods. Yousef chuckles lightly and raises an eyebrow questioning her answer.

Sana laughs at herself but then explains: “I was at school first but I had basketball practice last.”

Yousef makes an understanding ‘Ahh’ sound and Sana asks: “What about you?”

Now he smiles at her before answering: “From work actually.” Sana has never been this happy that a street is so long. 

She nods and wonders if she should ask where he works but decides against it. They don’t know each other for too long now. Well, they know of each other for three years but they never talked before. 

“So you play basketball?”, Yousef decides to ask. He has seen her on the bus with sports-clothes before. Right now she’s just wearing normal daily wear. Sana makes a humming, agreeing sound and he looks at her. She’s kicking a small stone in front of her and then looks up to meet his eyes. 

“Are you any good?”, he asks her with a smile that makes Sana take a sharp breath. She hopes he didn’t notice.

Sana raises her eyebrows at him. Is she any good? He doesn’t know how competitive she is, of course. But did he really just ask Sana Bakkoush that?

“I’d say so.”, she says and stops walking. That confuses Yousef. Did he say something wrong? Did he already screw up talking to her?

Sana points behind her. Yousef looks at where she is pointing and sees a grocery store. “I need to get something here.”, Sana says and Yousef nods, secretly really relieved that he wasn’t the reason for her to stop.

Sana thinks for a second. Is what she is thinking about doing a good idea? Maybe. Maybe not. She is still going to do it. Yousef watches her search for something in her bag and just waits, rocking back and forth on his spot. Sana takes out a sheet of paper and holds it out for him to take.

“You can decide for yourself ‘if I’m any good’ at basketball, if you want.”, Sana says in a challenging tone because she knows she is good at it. 

Yousef looks down at the flyer she gave him and gets really happy, even before Sana explains further: “My team got together with our rival team to collect money for the local animal shelter. Watching the game is free but we’re hoping to sell pastries and stuff.“ 

Sana really isn’t sure if this was a good idea but the timing of this event is perfect. It’s this Saturday and the conversation with Yousef did lead into this direction. 

She looks down on the ground for a moment because she usually is not this straight forward with guys she might be interested in and she fears his reaction. But then she hears him chuckle and looks up. Sana is greeted with a big smile from Yousef and he nods.

“Of course.”, he says but quickly adds, “You seem very confident in your basketball skills, I definitely need to see them.”

“Okay.”, Sana says smiling like he does. Once everything seems to have the perfect timing. That’s what both of them think in this moment. 

“Okay.”, he repeats.

Sana takes a step back, toward the store, and before turning around says: “Bye, Yousef.”

“See you on Saturday, Sana.”

Maybe this means that Sana is going to be in Yousef’s life now and will not only be a small part of it he only sees on the bus on his way home from work.


Part II of this AU can be found here. 

why is the gulf between official art Red and the fandom’s perception of Red so wide??

I’ve been aware of this for years but never properly talked about it, but it just seems like the pokémon fandom has this collective idea about what red looks like despite the fact that he’s never once looked like that in any official art

official Red:

the very first. look at this dork. does he look cool to you?? I think not

but then:

what about this guy?? this brooding, pensive man with his red eyes and swoopy hair. surely it’s just one artist exercising their right to age up game protagonists and make them badass?

or is it? let’s do another comparison

manga red. it’s not canon canon exactly, but it still counts as an official incarnation. but this red is a go-get-em chap. he’s pumped. he’s smiling.

this guy is NOT smiling. he’s looking into your god damn soul. he is not a man to be trifled with. 

origins red. an awkward kid with short arms and a wide mouth. not your typical bamf

this guy looks like the sexy crossroads demon from an ancient episode of supernatural. he’s got eyes that stare into your soul. they’re so powerful that they can see through the giant wisps of hair hanging in his face. fear him

it says a lot that leaf green red probably looks closest to what we see in fan art. he’s not smiling. he’s got a somewhat badass pose going on. but his eyes and hair are brown and he’s not rocking the lank emo fringe that we’ve come to expect

again. the boy is caught in a permanent wind tunnel. he needs a haircut. someone help him.

sun and moon red. he’s older, he’s not smiling, so that ticks two boxes. but he hasn’t got a fringe, he hasn’t got red eyes, he hasn’t got black hair, and it’s too fluffy in any case. he is A Different Red.

he’s back again. who is he?? not official red, that’s for sure

but here’s the thing: I’m not surprised that people are adapting characters from the official art. people do that with all pokémon characters, in varying ways. what I find so bizarre is that the pokémon fandom has converged on a shared perception of what Red looks like, and a lot of his traits can’t be traced back to anything official. sure, the brooding look goes with his silent game personality and reputation as a powerhouse trainer, but very little official art shows him with red eyes - it’s only in the manga that he has them, and I don’t think that could account for such a strong trend. and whilst the black hair is understandable (nobody ever accepted brown haired Red, myself included) the style is not - he’s never had the flat emo hairdo except in fan art.

I have no answers for it. but I think about it a lot  

anonymous asked:

What is your favorite hair color on Xiumin? You can answer for the rest of EXO too if you like.

Okay this was difficult nfdklsajds and imma do all the members because I’m extra :))

Xiumin - pink hair from Overdose era without second thought

Luhan tbh he looked so frikin cute with fluffy blonde hair aaah

Kris suits dark hair imo

Suho - BLONDE HAIR FROM OVERDOSE (or his hair atm is noice)

Lay - his CMB blonde hair yaas

Baekhyun - black/dark hair, he just suits it

Chen - brown hair from LMR, also his poodle hair is everything fite me on this

Chanyeol - red hair, idc if he ronald mcdonalding it up he look good


Was Tao’s blue hair real? Because if so why does no oNE TALK ABOUT IT?

Kai - blonde(?) hair from Overdose or his hair from Monster

Sehun - his rainbow hair was life, he literally became a My Little Pony 

I also think all the members look great with dark/natural hair or whatever, idk they just all look cute and noicenoicenoice with it

anonymous asked:

Everyone finding out that Kagami is not a virgin? (I thought it would be hilarious)

Since I wasn’t sure by what you meant “everyone” I went only with Seirin……and of course a very short omake at the end.. hope you like it. ^^


Kagami had no idea how the subject went on this, but he sure as hell knew Kuroko was behind all this. He always came up with ideas that were absurd-to Kagami’s thoughts.

“Why are we talking about this?” He decided to speak, his arms crossed over his chest, his eyebrow twitching.

Everyone quieted down and looked at their teammate in confusion and surprise. “What do you mean?” Koganei asked. “It is just guys’ talk, nothing else and I doubt anyone aside from Kiyoshi got laid.” He shrugged as Furihata, Kawahara and Fukuda paled and looked at the said teen, who was quietly smiling beside.

Kagami’s cheeks turned slightly red as he looked away. “Of course…” he murmured and let out a groan. “But still, do we need to talk about it now?” he looked back at Hyuuga, who was staring at him.

“Why? Does it make you uncomfortable?” The captain rose an eyebrow, his voice ever so monotone that it sent shivers down Kagami’s spine. “Or perhaps…” He leaned closer to the red-haired teen, his eyes narrowing.

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realise-frenchfries  asked:

Hey, I don't know if your still doing requests now so you can take your time with this. But can you do a child!eremika fic where Mikasa gets something sticky stuck in her long hair and Eren tries to get it out. But its so stuck there's no other way than to cut a handful of her hair off. Mikasa's reaction is up to your imagination :)

I never really write them as kids and I have no idea why cause they’d be so adorable. I loved doing this prompt. They’re just so innocent and sweet I can’t even.

Eren really didn’t mean to do it, but apparently leaning over the edge of the couch to say something to Mikasa, who was on the floor, with gum in his mouth probably wasn’t the best idea. He tried to catch the pink piece of bubblegum before it hit her long black hair but it was too late. He sat up with his hands over his mouth.

“Oh my God, Mikasa, I’m sorry,” he said, staring wide eyed as she sat up from the book she had been reading on the floor.

Her hands pulled at her hair reaching for the wad of gum but the pink was already embedded in her thick hair, only a few strings coming out when she pulled at it. “It’s okay,” Mikasa said, though Eren could see the worry in her eyes. “It was an accident.”

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this prompt is from anonymous and I would like to make a formal apology for beING A FUCKING IDIOT

the prompt was a school life au)

this is great because I am a piece of shojo trash that specializes in school life so


It was all so very stereotypical, really. I was the kid no one talked to who sat by the window in the back of the classroom, spending most of my days daydreaming. He was the new student who was like the bright afternoon sun; the type of guy who could blind you if you stare too long.

And I first saw him after I’d just been staring at the afternoon sun, blotches of color in my eyesight doing nothing to block his abnormally yellow hair and astonishingly bright smile. It was only a little disgusting. And I had made the mistake of making eye contact with him.

He immediately bounced over to my seat, thrusting out his hand, which was tan and speckled with freckles. “Hi, I’m Will.”

I stared at his hand until he dropped it back to his side. “Pleasure. I’m sure you’ll find that speaking with either Percy Jackson or Annabeth Chase will be more beneficial toward your social life,” I said, nodding over to the two most perfect people I knew of, who also happened to be the campus’ leading power couple.

“Would if I wanted to get to know you?”

Raising an eyebrow, I glanced back at the window, half wondering if this was one of my daydreams. “Then you’re making a mistake. Now, shoo.” Will looked dejected for about half a second, but then he was called over by Mr. Brunner. I turned back to the window, letting out a sigh.


“Weren’t you a bit harsh to the new kid, Nico?” Jason Grace, tied in male popularity with Percy, asked, leaning against the locker next to mine and crossing his arms.

“Aren’t you being a bit too nice to me? People will notice you talking to the anti-social emo kid, you know. Not good for publicity.”

“To hell with publicity, Nico. I heard what you said to Will, and it wasn’t nice. And it had traces of being self-deprecative.”

Slamming my locker shut, I turned away from him, heading to my next class. He followed next to me. “Studying to be a psychologist? Good job, I’m proud. Leave me alone.”

“Whether or not I’m going to be a psychologist is not the point. I think it’ll be good for you to be this guy’s friend.” The unbearably long pause that followed must have made him uncomfortable. “I’m just saying.”

“Sorry, I just found it ironic that we aren’t friends, and you’re practically begging me to befriend someone.”

“So let’s be friends.”

I sighed, stopping my walk in the hallway. “Is there any way I can stop you?” He shook his head, dislodging his glasses. My eye twitched. “Do whatever you want.” I had gone almost three years without conversing with my peers, and now two people in one day spoke to me because they actually wanted to. Must be a miracle.


“Can I be partners with, uh, the guy wearing black?” Will asked, pointing to me. Mr. Brunner raised his eyebrows, but started to scribble down our names.

“Wait, whoa. Who said I agreed with this?” The entire class turned their heads to look back at me, surprised to even hear my voice. I felt my ears start to burn, and suddenly I was very grateful that my hair was covering my probably bright red ears. “I-I’m just saying that I-”

“Does anyone else want to work with Mr. di Angelo?” I looked desperately at Jason, wondering if he was mad at me for being rude and if he’d be willing to step in. He just stared at me with a grin on his face. “Then, I’m sorry, Nico. I’m afraid I will no longer stand for you working alone for a partner project.”

“This is ridiculous, I didn’t agree-”

“Nico,” Mr. Brunner said, his voice taking on a tone of warning. I slumped back in my seat, biting the inside of my cheek. It was ridiculous for me to be so aggressive about this, but I really didn’t want any unnecessary interaction with some too-bright-to-look-at surfer who wanted to be my friend.

When Mr. Brunner let us go to meet up with our partners, I remained in my seat and stared out the window, trying to mentally prepare myself. “Hi,” said Will’s already too over-enthusiastic voice. He sat down next to me, and only then did I looked over at him, putting on my best sugary sweet and obviously fake smile.


“I know you didn’t want to work with me-”

“Still don’t.”

“-But I wanted to ask you a question.”

He looked at me expectantly. I organized the papers on my desk. When I looked back up at him, he was still staring at me expectantly. “Oh, you wanted me to say something in response.” I sighed, resting my chin in my hand. “Okay, Will, you can ask a question.”

“Is that cat okay?”

I blinked, feeling my long words and dark demeanor fall away. “How do you know about my cat?”

“Oh, you took it in. I’m glad.” He started to write something on his papers, but I snatched his pencil from his hands. “What?” he asked, looking personally offended.

“Rewind. How in the hell did you know I took in a stray cat?”

Will’s face turned a very bright and radiant shade of red. “I, uh, was walking home a week or so ago, and I saw a cat in the middle of the road. You got it before I did. And then I saw you when I transferred here, so I just wanted to make sure the cat was okay, and to, like, thank you for saving it.”

I shook my head, thinking back to when I saved Charlie. “Impossible, I… I would’ve recognized you.”

“You were facing away from me.”

“Then how-”

“You’re wearing the same jacket. And you have the same hair.” This is impossible, strange, and so many other adjectives I can’t think of at the moment. “Do you… Do you mind if I come over and see it?”

For a second, my brain went somewhere other than the cat, and I felt my ears turn red. “See what?!”

“The cat.”

“Right, yeah. Yes, you can see the cat.”


On the next Saturday morning after that, it was a bright and beautiful day outside, and I was sleeping. And then there was a knock on my bedroom door. I was slow to open my eyes, and when I did, I almost immediately had to close them because the sun that bounced off of Will’s impossibly yellow hair from my window was blinding.

“Why’re you in my room?”

“Your mom let me in.”

I sat up, rubbing my eyes. “Reyna’s not my mom. She’s like an older sister. Did you really have to come so early?” I smoothed down my bed head as nicely as I could and glared at Will, who looked content at watching my wake up routine.

“It’s two in the afternoon.”

“Yeah. Early.” Will rolled his eyes, and for a second I forgot that I was trying to not like him. As the week had worn on, it had been increasingly difficult. “Well, Charlie’s probably sleeping somewhere, so… Get out of my room.”

“Such great hospitality.”

“Shut it, Solace.”


Charlie was, in fact, sleeping somewhere, and Will had immediately fallen to his knees to pet her. “She’s so precious, oh, my gosh.” He would be the type to say things like ‘precious’ and 'gosh.’

“She’s a cat.”

Reyna walked into the living room, narrowing her eyes at me. “Nico.” I sighed and walked over to her, already turning around. “You know what I said about your hair, and yet, you leave it down and messy. How does anyone ever see your face?”

“That’s kind of the point, Rey.”

“This kind boy seems like he not only enjoys looking at the cat, but also your face,” she whispered as she pulled back my hair into a small ponytail.

Will looked over at me and Reyna, a smile on his face because Charlie was now awake and rubbing on him. “Nico, she’s rubbing on me!”


“Why are your ears so red?”

Reyna chuckled as she walked away, fully aware of why my ears are red. “They get that way sometimes, shut up.”

“Why do that get that way?”

“None of your business.”

“Is it because you’re embarrassed?”

My ears felt like they were on fire, and it was even more embarrassing now that Will could see them. “No comment.”

Will furrowed his eyebrows, standing up and picking up Charlie. “Charlie wants to know why you’re embarrassed.”

“Charlie can shut up.”

“That wasn’t nice.” My eye twitched. Will and Charlie continued staring.

“You know what isn’t nice?” I asked, pulling out the hair tie and ruffling up my hair so that it covered my ears. “How stereotypical this is.”

It was still so very stereotypical, really. I’m still the kid who sits by the window and spends an immeasurable amount of time daydreaming. But now I have people to talk to, maybe I consider them friends, maybe I don’t. He was the type of guy that was so bright, you could go blind if you stared to long. And maybe I was okay with being blind, as long as he was okay with my long words and dark demeanor.

Maybe stereotypical wasn’t so bad.


I figured I might tone this one down because the next one I’m writing is not really going to be PG-rated. Ha.

I am absolute trash for stereotypical fanfics with too many coincidences and questions, and hopefully you are too lol

Thanks for the prompt!!!

Michael Imagine (from my wattpad @donaldglover)

“I’m never going there again! I swear, if I ever see that idiot again, I will throw her out a fucking window!” I scream at the guy who is currently buying me a “I’msorrythatyourhairiscompletelyruinedanduglybutitsokaybecauseyoursoulisbeautifulandthere’sprobablysomeonewhowoulddefinitelybangevenifyourhairisbrightred” milkshake. He gives me a piteous smile as he hands me my treat.

 Calum pulls out of the drive thru lane before he speaks,“It isn’t so bad, Mia. Plus, Mikey said he would fix it for you.” He gives my thigh an empathetic pat.

“Yeah, in a week, Cal! I can’t go anywhere looking like this. It looks very bad.”

“You look hot.” He answers simply, keeping his eyes on the road but I can see his lips twitch into a smirk.

“Red hot.” He bursts a second later, giggling to himself.

“Stop Calum!” I demand, punching his arm, though it does not stop his laughter.

“It was funny!” He says defensively. “Michael has bright red hair, and you don’t say anything. Why is yours different?”

“His hair is intentional! Mine was the result of an incompetent hairdresser. I worked hard to get my hair as light as it was!” When I saw my hair, I nearly cried. It used to be pale and pink, and now I look like Michael Clifford + tits. Not that there’s anything wrong with him, I just DON’T WANT MY FUCKING HAIR TO BE RED.

“I bet Michael would like your hair.” Calum says nonchalantly, making me blush. My cheeks are hot with embarrassment and it feels like the red of my hair has momentarily drained into my face. He takes my cup from my grasp and sips on it. Knowing Michael, he would get all smug because he would think that I really did dye my hair to match his.

“Well, I don’t care.” I state indignantly. The blush of my skin still remains, but I am stubborn and I refuse to let this crush do anything except stay in my soul until it shrivels up and dies.That whole ‘fall in love with your bestfriend’ thing is a bit cliche in my opinion. I also don’t know if my feelings would ever be reciprocated so I will just lay down and die somewhere nice, it is the better alternative.

“You do. You like-like him, Mia!” Calum chirps.

“You can suck my ass, Calum Hood.” I give him the the Trudeau salute and take my shake back from him with my other hand.

 He chuckles softly, pulling in to the garage of the house the boys had rented during their visit. I’ve been crashing with them since they came to L.A. and even if I’m not sleeping there, they’re all in my tiny apartment.

“You need to talk to him.” Calum says, his face now hard and seriously.

 I chuckle nervously, “I talk to him all the time.” I mumbled around my straw. He gives an exasperated huff.

“Mia, you can’t live your life walking on eggshells. We’re only here for two more weeks before we’ll busy with the new album and touring, and I’d rather spend it with you and him making out all of the time than whatever agreement you to have to ignore eachother.” Now I feel bad. I didn’t think I was doing anything noticeable… Just keeping my distance.

“Have I been ruining your break?” I ask quietly, my disastrous hair far from my mind. Cal frowns, quick to envelop me into an awkward in-the-car hug.

“Oh my god, no Mia. We just want you to be happy.” Calum unlocks the doors.

“Just try, Mia. Michael really loves you a lot and he’s been looking like a sad puppy since we got here.” He offer’s me sympathetic smile before going inside the house. I follow soon after and find Michael in his room. I give the door a singular knock before opening the door. His snores are muffled by his pillow, soft and steady. I crawl beside him and shake him.

“Hey.” I whisper. He rolls over so we’re face to face, a grin slowly erupting on his face.

“Hey.” He whispers back, raspily and laced with sleep.

“Michael, I’m really sorry, I’ve been ignoring you all week.” I say as I sit up. He starts to tell me that it’s fine, but I cut him off, “It’s not okay Michael, I’ve been caught up in my own head and I’ve been stupid and avoiding you and I feel bad.”

“I’m not mad, Mia. I’ve just been frustrated. Haven’t gotten to talk to you, is all.” he resolves, pulling me back down to lay with him. We pull the covers up to our chins, catching up. Michael eventually brings his fingers to my hair, with a big dumb smirk playing on his lips.

“I like your hair.” My cheeks warm, and I don’t know if it’s the new hair or if it’s just Michael, but I’ve been blushing too much for my own good.

“It’s really bad!” I moan, hiding my face in a pillow.

“That’s insulting! My hair is nearly the same shade as yours.” He feigns shock and hurt.

“But you look amazing and I look awful!” I argue. He props himself up on one elbow, so he can face me as I remove my red face from his pillow.

“You look beautiful Mia, you always look beautiful. And you said it yourself, I’m an ugly ‘potato boy.” He says, seriously.

“MICHAEL. You are not ugly. I call you ‘potato boy,’ endearingly. You’re perfect.” I correct him, pinching his cheek.

 I look at him, trying to find a thing about him I didn’t like and failing. And it kinda hurts. I’m so whipped. He’s just looking at me with a huge, silly grin and I just cannot think of anything better than him. Nothing. (ignores the harry potter books because nothing can compare so)

“Mia?” Have I been staring? That’s weird. Mia don’t stare at your friends. Your dumb cute friends with really pink lips and really nice hands and – just, holy shit.

 I swallow the lump that had formed in my throat, “Yeah, Mikey?” His teeth tug at his bottom lip nervously.

“Would it be okay if I kissed you.” Shit. I didn’t expect that. His face flushes pink, probably interpreting my silence and wide eyes as ‘no ew please leave’ instead of ‘shit damn son this is what I’ve wanted for so long and I always want to kiss you.’ I nod, because words cannot be formed in my spinning mind at the moment. His Adam’s apple bobs as he lets a small breathless laugh comes out of his mouth and his smile returns.

“Okay.” What a dork… I love him. He leans downward, to brush his lips onto mine, barely touching, as if frightened to do anything more. His hands holding either side of my head, and he looks at me, and I don’t know exactly why, but it makes me giggle. A small, shaky giggle. This is what I’ve been wanting for so long and it just happens, so suddenly. Now I can notice everything, from the little scar on his forehead, to all the colors that reflect and swirl together in his eyes, and I’m so in love. I bite my lip and smile up at him, before kissing him again. I move so that I am no longer laying down, but sitting on his lap, our lips never leaving each other’s. My fingers twist into his hair as our lips move together. The warmth of his mouth sent a current running through my body. He’s the first to pull away, panting and grinning. He rests his forehead on mine.

Hi.” He whispers breathlessly.

“Hey” I reply, just as breathless and equally as quiet.

|Ollphéist Álainn| Prologue: The Beginning

| Fairy Tail | NaLu | AU|
Summary: All of Earthland is littered with Ollphéist, monsters enslaved by humans through sheer will power. These monsters are either murdered by the Zentopia Legion Corps, orforced by cruel masters to fight to the death in the underground brawl rings of Edolas and Veronica. Lucy is one such monster, but to Natsu she’s a beautiful monster.

I’m posting this here as well! I think at one time this was supposed to be a one-shot, but that didn’t happen! IDK, let’s just say this is for the-dragonslayer-natsu because I think I was looking at something they posted and thought “hey, maybe I should post the thing” and now I have! Hurray! (Reblogs are appreciated. Spread the feels. Please?.)

July 7, X781
{Blinded I can’t see the end, so where do I begin?}

It’s disgusting.

It’s so incredibly disgusting what some people do to the Ollphéist. Humans treat them like dirt, abuse them, murder them in the most twisted ways. They’re pretty much human too, save for their demonic qualities. Most even look human.

Igneel can’t believe how people can do that to another living creature and live with themselves afterwards. It isn’t right. It just isn’t right…

Of course, there are some good Ollphéist Masters in the world, not many, but some. Makarov Dreyar, for example, treats his Ollphéist like family. He doesn’t beat them or force them to fight to the death in the underground Veronica rings. Well, not unless they want to, which most don’t.

Igneel himself used to be an Ollphéist Master, but he stopped after the death of his Ollphéist, Draco, a large fire dragon. Draco’s death hit Igneel hard, and since then he hasn’t made any more contracts with the creatures. The worst part is that Draco was killed exactly four years ago today on July 7, X777.

He doesn’t exactly want to be anywhere near the underground world today, but it takes Igneel a few seconds to remember that he isn’t down here for himself, he’s here for Natsu, his son who just turned fourteen a few months ago. You have to be at least fourteen to make a contract with an Ollphéist.

It seems even the black-market has some rules.

At first Igneel was entirely against Natsu signing a contract with a demon. Why would he ever let his son do something like that? The demons only ever cause pain and heartbreak. But, after months of encouragement from his friends and lots of yelling from his wife, Igneel finally agreed.

Igneel really doesn’t have too much to worry about, Natsu is a good kid. He wouldn’t do anything cruel to a Ollphéist, and if he ever does Igneel will kick his ass.

With a sigh Igneel runs his hand through his bright red hair. Could his hair be anymore obnoxious? Having a strange hair color isn’t exactly uncommon in Fiore—or really Earthland in general—but red stands out more than anything else! Why can’t he have blue hair like his wife? That would at least make him blend in a little bit. But, nope! Igneel looks like a torch compared to the dark, murky walls surrounding him. How peachy.

“Dad?” a soft voice calls from his right. “Where are we going?”

Igneel’s looks down in time to catch the confusion and nervousness in his son’s dark onyx eyes. He’s lucky that he doesn’t have Natsu hair, pink—salmon is even worse. At least Igneel was never teased in school for having girly hair—not that his son has girly hair!

Igneel smiles down at Natsu, ruffling his spiky hair playfully. “We’re going to find an Ollphéist, Natsu. Remember?” he asks quietly. The silence around them is unnerving, but Igneel doesn’t want to be the one to break it. “We’re hear to find an Ollphéist Álainn and have it sign a contract with you.”

Natsu nods once, but then starts to look even more confused. “Dad?” he asks again.

Igneel fights back a smile, Natsu always has been a curious kid, maybe not the brightest, but that doesn’t matter.

“Yes?” he glances at Natsu again.

The fourteen year old runs his hand through his hair much like Igneel had just done. “What does ‘Ollphéist Álainn’ mean?”

Igneel blinks. Whatever it is he had been expecting Natsu to ask, this isn’t it. Since when has Natsu become so perceptive? Igneel rubs his right hand across his face. “It means… ‘Beautiful Monster.’ ” Before Natsu can say anything else he continues. “They’re classified as Ollphéist. Monsters. But, they are so incredibly amazing,” he says almost wistfully. “For the right person they can be furiously devoted, caring, and loving. And they can be loyal to the point of sacrificing themselves just to save you,” he whispers, swallowing down a sob. That’s what Draco had done…

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