also i am short

     [ how am i supposed to finish my drafts when i keep liking every startercall on my dash + publishing my replies right away ]

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Part 3 of Yuri!!! on Ice but with text-to-speech voices and pretty awful writing.

Part 2: Viktor’s Lament // Part 3: Pip Pip Yurio // Part 4: Eye of the Tiger

I’m finally representing SU on what is slowly turning into a sort of fan art wall in my tiny room now that these prints from @dement09 made it here safely!

this photo file was too big to post so I had to reduce the size, but the quality in person is stellar.

also, I love the Amethyst doodle & Peridot sticker, they’re going on my bulletin board once I cool down from the effort of putting these up a foot over my head

Height Difference AUs

1. “I’m in a bookshop and I really need that book can you get it for me??? Wait you’ve read that book? let’s have an in depth conversation about it.”

2. “You were trying to reach for a box of cereal and a whole shelf’s-worth of cereal boxes fell on you here let me help”

3. “We’re both baristas and sometimes I have trouble reaching for things and I show up to work one day to find a personalized stool with hearts and my name on it i hATE YOU but also thanks”

4. “You are very tall and I am very short so you run into me all the time and honestly this is getting ridiculous”

5. I’m in art class and I just opened a cupboard to find a tiny person (you) squished inside and you just looked at and said “shh i’m hiding”

6. “We’re on the bus and I’m really not trying to take up your space I’m sorry I just have rlly rlly long legs” 

7. We’re at a concert and I can’t see a thing let me sit on your shoulders, maybe?” 

8. “You’re afraid that you’ll lose me in big crowds so you always hold my hand but now you just hold my hand when there’s only, like, five people around and I’m getting vry suspicious” 

This week’s spread. I was Very inspired by La La Land, as you can probably tell 😂 Amidst math, AP art, and various other school stuff, I haven’t had much time to sketch or ink any drawings. I’ve started storyboarding a short little something I’d like to do sometime, based off of an unusual text convo I had over the summer. I’ve given myself today do screw around, but the rest of my long weekend is going to be work work work.

life’s too short to pretend you hate everything/everyone bc it’s the cool thing to do

I should be editing OTN but instead my brain got stuck on fake-dating tropes and… this happened?

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Montparnasse was bored.

They’d been waiting for Claquesous to come and meet them to go for lunch, but he’d texted just minutes ago to say he couldn’t make it. Now Montparnasse was hungry, irritated and had no plans for their afternoon. 

They leaned against the wall beside the bistro, shooting off a text Éponine to see if she was looking for company at work.

Busy. Éponine texted back and Montparnasse sighed.

“Hey, there you are!”

Montparnasse turned reflexively as someone appeared at their side and- what the fuck- slipped an arm through theirs. They looked down, ready to tear into whoever the hell thought had they had the right to touch them without permission and paused. A pair of gorgeous dark eyes blinked up at him from a pretty freckled face.

“I hope you haven’t been waiting long?”

The stranger’s long red hair was wind-tangled and their expression was pleading as they pressed something into Montparnasse’s free hand. Montparnasse looked down to see a phone, open on an unsent text message.

PLS the text said HELP ME GET rID OF HIM!!!!?

Over the redhead’s shoulder a guy was hurrying towards them, frowning at Montparnasse.

Montparnasse smiled, thinking quickly. “You’re late,” they leaned down to kiss the redhead hello, cheeks pinking up against their own.

“Sorry,” they said, slightly breathless. “I got held up.”

“Jehan?” the guy hovered a foot or so away, “who is this?”

Jehan’s eyes widened a fraction but Montparnasse didn’t skip a beat.

“Montparnasse,” they introduced themself, giving the guy a dismissive once over. “Jehan’s partner. Who are you?”

“I-” the guy stuttered, “I’m Robert. You’re Jehan’s boyfriend? I’ve never heard of you.”

“I’m their partner,” Montparnasse repeated.

“You’re married?” Robert spluttered, wide-eyed with misplaced betrayal.

Montparnasse rolled their eyes. “I’m not a boy. Listen, Roger, we really have to be going.”

“I-”

“Bye, Robert!” Jehan said quickly, giving him a wave and tugging Montparnasse along with them as they walked away, arm in arm.

“Thank you so much,” they said quietly once the two of them were safely out of hearing range, “I am really sorry. He just wouldn’t take the hint and I didn’t know what to do.”

“So you thought you’d avail yourself of a stand-in partner?” Montparnasse smirked down at them.

“I hate that patriarchal bullshit, don’t get me wrong, but I needed a quick fix.” Jehan hadn’t let go of Montparnasse’s arm, leaning in close to their side.

“And you picked me because, what, I looked intimidating?”

“I thought you looked nice.”

“Nice,” Montparnasse repeated, slightly incredulous.

“Well, I was right,” Jehan smiled up at him and it was like the sun breaking through clouds on a spring day. “You are nice. You helped me, didn’t you?”

“I suppose I did.”

“Would you like to go get a coffee or something?”

Montparnasse risked a glance over their shoulder. “I don’t think he’s following us anymore.”

“No,” Jehan was blushing again, fingers tightening reflexively on Montparnasse’s arm through their coat. “I meant, as a thank you?” they tucked their hair behind their ears and bit down on their lower lip nervously. They were wearing tiny earrings shaped like sunflowers. 

Montparnasse was utterly smitten.

“Sure,” they smiled, “coffee sounds great.”

it’s extremely weird to think about how i’ll be turning 25 this year and that i’ve been on this website since i was 18……. my blog is 7 years old already what is this

why am i getting so old why is time going by so fast wHY IS IT THAT I’M ONLY 5 YEARS AWAY FROM TURNING 30?????

Tip Toe

Pairing: Hermione Granger x Draco Malfoy

AU: Modern, non-magical, high school AU

Word Count: 1,223

Written For: muclbloods + the iconic yellow BMW


Draco has loathed Hermione Granger from a safe, perfectly practical distance for about as long as he can remember.

She’d shown up on the first day of sixth grade with her powder-blue Kipling backpack stuffed with five individually labeled plastic folders—fucking color-coded, too—and she’d proceeded to beat him at everything.

Everything.

If he got a 99 on an algebra test, she got a 100. If he was publicly praised by their English teacher for his astute use of simile in an essay, she was invited to participate in a district-wide writing contest. She took pristine notes on college-rule notepaper and she stole the state spelling bee trophy right out of his elegant, neatly-manicured hands after he misspelled the word ‘sanctimonious’ and she won the mock Continental Congress debate in their eighth grade history class—while playing as Alexander Hamilton.

She made him feel like the fucking coyote in those old Saturday morning cartoons; wily and arrogant and always just on the cusp of winning—until she inevitably arrived with her laminated book reports and her environmentally-safe highlighters and her ridiculous fucking ergonomically designed mechanical pencils—just in time to either push him off a cliff or directly into the path of an oncoming train.

He hated her.

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Diary of A Fat Girl

by reddit user kateshakes

Trigger warning: Eating Disorder

Dear Diary,

That’s how you’re meant to start these things right? I have never kept a journal before, nor do I want to, but the hospital said I have to as part of my ‘treatment plan’. Funny.

Let me back track a little.

I have always been overweight, from being a child. I went to a strict Christian school, and luckily because of this I was never bullied because of my size- but you always notice the other kids staring.

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greaser boy - part VI

High school AU - bad boy!Bucky

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Characters: All the avengers, Peggy Carter, Loki

When a new student from Brooklyn joins the reader’s school, she doesn’t know what is in store for her. He is the epitome of trouble and she finds herself caught in his headlights. The more she resists, the harder it gets. Limits are tested and so is patience. Will she fall for the greaser boy with the bad reputation?

Word count: 1.2k

A/N: This is very late, I am so sorry. I haven’t had time to just sit down and type this part up but here it finally is! A bit short too and I am also sorry but I promise i will be posting part seven soon. Again I hope you enjoy and I also wrote another sad Bucky imagine if you would like to read it. If you want to be tagged just ask

Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V 

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Originally posted by jlstreck

If your name was known by mostly no one on Friday, then it was widely known by Monday. Your name often slipped the tongues of your peers and you felt yourself exposed. Vulnerable. Bucky had his fingers interlaced with yours and he didn’t seem to mind the widened eyes and not-so-discreet comments.

“Are they dating?”

“He’s only been here a month, maybe a little bit more.”

“What’s her name?”

“I have her in my science class. Her name is Y/N.”

“She’s friends with Natasha and Steve.”

“He’s so attractive.”

Your eyes never left the floor as you walked down the crowded hall. All this attention that was suddenly placed on you made you so nervous. You hated it. It didn’t seem right. You asked yourself how Steve Rogers and the rest of his clique was able to go through this every single day.

The mere thought of it made anxiety bubble up inside.

“C'mon, chin up, doll. I can’t see your beautiful face when you’re looking down,” Bucky smirked.

A small smile formed at the corner of your lips. You’ve known Bucky for more than a month yet he still made you so nervous. “Okay well, I’ll see you after class.” You were about to leave to your classroom when he grabbed a hold of your wrist. Bucky pulled you back.

“Where you thinking of leaving, without giving me a kiss? Don’t be like that, doll.”

His voice was dangerous and it send shivers down your spine. He must’ve noticed this because his eyes held even more mischief. Bucky leaned down a planted a kiss on your lips. You’d be lying if you said your heart didn’t begin beating a mile a minute. You were still getting used to it and Bucky didn’t make it easy for you to get used to it. Each kiss was like the first and last.

So needy, passionate and loving. All at the same time.

You threw a smile at Bucky as you entered class. Nike sat at the back of a class, her eyes wide and you knew that she witnessed the kiss. Once you sat down in your seat Nike nearly burst in excitement.

“Spill!” She said. “I want every detail.”


You walked towards your room, night had fallen and all you were worried about was trying to get two episodes in before bed. Bucky hadn’t replied to your text, but you didn’t give it much thought, considering the fact that your mind wasn’t concerned about him at the moment.

Your parents were getting ready to go out to a date night, which means you’d be alone for a few hours. You didn’t mind really, it allowed you to binge watch at ease.

With a bucket of popcorn in your hand and a bottle of lemonade in the other, you pushed your bedroom door open and set your food down on the nightstand. The TV was already set up with the episode paused. You were about to snuggle down on the bed when a soft knock hit your window. Curiosity shot through your body but you didn’t give it a second thought.

Instead, you pressed play on the episode and the intro began to play. After a stressful day of school you practically melted when you draped yourself in the soft duvets and fluffy pillows.

The knock on your window continued, this time louder. You groaned knowing that you had to leave your bed.

“What the fuck is that?” You muttered.

You pushed open the curtains and your eyes widened when you saw Bucky smiling up at you. He wore the same leather jacket from earlier that day, except now he wore a gray shirt and some converse. You opened the window.

“Bucky!” You whisper-yelled. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Took ya long enough. I’ve been standing out here for more than five minutes,” He said, completely ignoring your question. “I’m coming up!” He began climbing the tree that was next to your window.

“Are you crazy!” Not only were you in a big t-shirt with nothing but your undergarments and some lame knee socks on but your hair was in a messy bun. You definitely weren’t expecting to see him.

“Y/N! Sweetheart we’re leaving now,” Your mom called.

You squirmed and closed the curtains before gong to meet your parents who were already by the door. You hoped that Bucky had at least the sense to park a block away. With careful steps, you walked down the stairs.

“Okay,” you smiled, trying to mast the nervousness. “Have fun. Love you.”

“Remember, don’t open the door for anyone,” You mom said.

“Yes and do you still have that pocket knife I bought you?” Your dad asked.

You nodded, “Yes Dad, it’s under my pillow, just like you said.”

He nodded approvingly before he opened the door and allowed your Mother to leave first. With their final goodbyes said you closed the door and raced up to your bedroom. You passed through the threshold just in time to see Bucky stumbling in from the open window. He brushed off his jacket and gave you a cheeky grin.

“Hey, doll,” He greeted.

“Bucky! What if my parents saw you sneaking in,” You crossed your arms over your chest, just to feel a bit more at ease.

“They would never, I’m sneaky,” He winked and approached you. His hands grabbed your waist and pulled you closer to his body.

Before he could give you any warning, Bucky crushed his lips against yours. You instantly fell under his spell as your hands made their way up to his neck. You weren’t sure if it was because you were tugging at the collar of his jacket or if it was your fingers that were digging into his back, either way you found yourself straddling Bucky’s lap. His hands gripped your waist firmly as if he was holding back.

Your lips only separated when you found yourself needing air. He smiled at you as he breathed heavily. You were at eye level with him and his usual pool blues now seemed to be turquoise. Bucky allowed you to run your hands through his hair, which was surprisingly soft.

“Y/N,” He said. “We can’t. I don’t want it to seem like that’s all I’m here for.”  Your heart softened at his words. “Cause it’s not. I’m here to spend some time with you, doll.”

“Well,” You crawled off Bucky’s lap and pulled the covers over your body. “You’re here now. Do you want to watch this episode with me?”

The next hour or so you and Bucky cuddled on your bed, eating popcorn. He didn’t ask questions about what was going on which you were grateful for because you didn’t want to explain the past two seasons to him.


“That was interesting,” Bucky said once the episode was over. “And you like it?”

“I love it!” You exclaimed and finished the last of your popcorn.

He smiled at you, “Doll, you seem so innocent.”

You quirked an eyebrow, “Why do you say that?”

He shrugged, “I don’t know. You were shy, always so flustered, constantly apologized. And you still do.”

You frowned, “I never really took note of that. I’m just being me.”

“You’re adorable, but I really gotta ask, have you ever done anything that is worth being under the category of ‘rebellious’?” He asked, putting quotations around rebellious.

You shook your head, “I’ve never really had time to, nor someone to convince me to do anything that even considered rebellious.”

He smirked, “Then get dressed, cause we’re sneaking out of here.”

Your eye widened but excitement suddenly pumped through you, “Where are we going?”

“Doll, I’m taking you dancing.”


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Juggernaut : Jughead Jones

request: Ok hear me out. Jughead x reader where they’re hanging out and he’s getting worked up over something and reader just laughs and tells him “woah calm down juggernaut ” and tries to get him to take a step back and he’s just like caught up in reader calling him juggernaut. Cause honestly you’re writing is great and I feel like you’d write this well???

requested by: anonymous

A/N: I am so in love with this imagine. “Juggernaut” is just too cute and I am obsessed. I kind of cut out the step back part, but I still think you’ll like it. It’s also very short, and for that I am sorry. Also, I love you and you are too kind. I hope this is everything you wanted. xx aubree

warnings: none

word count: 411 

(gif not mine)

MASTERLIST

Originally posted by juptern

Y/N and Jughead had just come home from a football game, that Y/N had forced him into going. Jughead hated it to say the least.

“Football is just a dumb sport. I didn’t like it when Archie made me go, and I still don’t like it.” Jughead complained as Y/N unlocked her front door.

“Honestly, Jug. It was not that bad.” Y/N laughed, “Plus, our team won.”

“Doesn’t mean it didn’t suck.” He pointed out.

Y/N just shook her head and headed toward the kitchen. Y/N and Jughead had leftovers from Pop’s that were in her fridge. 

Y/N grabbed her milkshake and jumped up to sit on the counter.

“Where the hell is my burger?” Jughead spat.

“It should be there. I didn’t touch it.” Y/N thought back to last night, making sure she actually didn’t eat Jug’s burger. 

“So, not only did I have to sit through a wretched football game, now my burger is gone.” Jughead was flailing his arms around as he spoke.

Y/N laughed, “My dad probably ate it when he got home last night from work, thinking I left it for him.”

Jughead glared at Y/N, “I don’t care why he ate it. I only care that he did eat it. Why would you just eat someone’s food without asking?” 

“Woah, calm down, Juggernaut. We can just go to Pop’s and get a fresh burger.” Y/N jumped off the counter and headed towards the door. 

Jughead stopped his rant to look at Y/N, taken back by her new nickname, “What did you just call me?” 

“Juggernaut. Now, are we going to Pop’s or not?” Y/N laughed.

They had been at Pop’s for about an hour now and Jughead had yet to even speak. 

“Earth to Jug.” Y/N waved her hand in front of his face.

“JUGGERNAUT! YOU CALLED ME JUGGERNAUT!” Jughead exasperated. 

Y/N burst into a fit of giggles, “That is what you have been thinking about this whole time?”

“Where did that even come from?” Jughead looked at her.

“I don’t know. It just felt like the right thing to call you at the time. Why, do you hate it?” Y/N cheeks burned with embarrassment. 

It was now Jughead who burst into laughter, “No! No, I don’t hate it, but it was just new. I was taken back.” 

The duo laughed about Jug’s new nickname and sipped their milkshakes, waiting for the next funny thing that would spill out of one of their mouths. Both oblivious to the events happening around them.