also this is lame oh god

underappreciated v route things

-Ramen Filled Aristocrats lmaaao

-Jumin’s unconditional love and trust for V! Just..this pure relationship they have with one another in general. Dare I say, bff goals.

-Zen’s Mom Side!! Just… he’s such a group mom I love this and I love Zen what a bean, I love how he’s looking out for Yoosung so much

-No, really, I honestly appreciate Yoosung and Zen’s interactions so much??? love how Zen nags at him and Yoosung appreciates but is annoyed by it. New BROTP, anyone??

-Seven hacking into Yoosung’s computer and downloading LOLOL for him because he knows how upset Yoosung is and he wants to cheer him up I cry everytime. He took a break from work to do this just for him what a pure child I love Saeyoung

-Meet Anxious Other Group Mom, Jihyun Kim. This m a n. And the way he was worried about Zen’s motorcycle riding… and him caring about Yoosung and wanting him to feel better. Aaaaaaaah

-Rika’s heart spam. Honestly I don’t like Rika but I’ve never related to a character so much because I’m the kind of person who will literally spam your inbox with 500000 emoji hearts for no specific reason

-All the hardwork Rika, V and Saeran’s voice actors put into this!!! They all worked so so hard and they did an incredible job and I love them so much oh my god



-Vanderwood being a fuckin dork, I love it I love it I love it

-V without his shades on all the time askksxkekdlwlxke

-OK but that Mint Eye robe is beautiful. I appreciate its design so much and it’s honestly just flippin mesmerising

-V’s mother. I cry everytime

-Also! The long asked question has been answered

-Does Jihyun Kim is Naturallly Blue Haired

-He does

-Rika is not a one dimensional lame antagonist I like this and appreciate it very much, thank you Cheritz

-Also V finally realising that his infatuation with Rika is a problem I cry everytime thank YOU CHERITZ FOR PORTRAYING HOW UNHEALTHY THIS IS


-Saeran’s emojis

-V’s emojis


-The fact that the V route actually fricking exists and Cheritz took the time to do this for us did I mention I love Cheritz

anonymous asked:

hc that trans peter has days where he doesnt feel like talking, and when he's fighting crime, Karen will say some shitty one-liners that always make him laugh, and confuse the shit out of the Bad Guys (which gives Peter an advantage).

sometimes peter waits by the criminals he’s webbed up until the police arrive, mostly bc he’s trying to heal his relationship with the police and show them he’s a good guy too (probably way gooder than them actually but peter won’t push his luck)

and some days he’s just in shit moods, he’s tired and grouchy whether it be from school or dysphoria or both, and sometimes he just wants to be quiet rather than risk the weight of sound come crashing down on him. it gets overwhelming, all the new sensations firing around in his brain only amplified by his spidey sense. suddenly he understands why fidget toys are so praised, spinning them around in class and at home is one of the few things these days that can just calm him down almost instantly. it’s almost as if it can get his mind to just lull into a hypnosis full of quiet.

but he forgot his spinner at home today, and even if he didn’t he isn’t sure he would want these bank robbers to see him sitting off to the side playing with some toy while they all wait for the cops. he feels like his head is falling into an ocean of black ink.

“peter, your breathing is becoming erratic, you are beginning to hyperventilate,” karen chimes happily. she’s in his suit so he’s the only one who can hear her, but he forgets that and speaks to her loudly as if she’s sat right next to him

“i think i’m going to have a meltdown or a panic attack or something everything feels so loud and bright and –”

“peter, you will be okay,” karen supplies, the same calm and cheery tone. “the authorities are only 2 minutes and 57 seconds away, until then i ask that you focus on my voice. in addition, i shall supply more oxygen to the inside of your suit.”

peter instantly felt a rush of cool air stream over his face, and his mind became slightly clearer. slightly. “okay, karen, just talk to me.” he didn’t notice the webbed up criminals gawking at him wondering if he was crazy, he hates that word.. he tried to gather all his haywire thoughts and focus them all on karen. he’s thankful for her, she tries this sort of thing a lot and while she isn’t the best at it he will always appreciate it. over time karen has become almost like an artificial sister to him

“knock knock”

peter huffed. “really, karen?”

“knock knock,” karen said more persistently

“who’s there?”


peter groaned, laughing slightly. he didn’t notice that his chest no longer felt as tight. “oh my god. orange who?”

“the orange is the fruit of the citrus species citrus crossed sinensis in the family rutaceae. it is also called sweet orange, to distinguish it from the related citrus crossed aurantium, referred to as bitter orange.”

peter burst out laughing, not really because it was funny but because karen said it all without even a chuckle

“karen you’re so lame, i know you can tell jokes!”

“it is important to have a balanced supply of humor and information on citrus fruits, peter”

peter rolled onto his side on the dirty pavement, chuckling and feeling immensely exhausted – but he felt okay enough to get home

when the cops arrive the criminals don’t put up a fight or even make a fuss, they just climb into the back of the police car muttering “anything is better than being around that kid and his imaginary friend, thank god you got here”

summersaltturn  asked:

Stiles does Pilates while Derek's at the gym

I see your headcanon and raise you: Stiles teaches yoga while Derek’s at the gym and Derek gets so distracted by his downward dog, looking through the glass that separates the yoga class from the cardio room, he falls off the treadmill. 

Erica can’t stop laughing for days. She also has it recorded, as she had been videoing Derek watching Stiles at the time to prove to him what a creeper he is:

“Why is it when Stilinski is taking his class, you always want to be on the treadmill? You don’t even like the treadmill, Derek.”

“If you don’t stop talking, I’m going to stop liking you.”

Oh my god, you are so far gone on him his lame ass comebacks are already starting to rub off on you! How is this my life?” (she probably asks, eating popcorn….which she bought on the way over there, full well knowing she was going to get a show. 

Plus, it’s not like she goes to the gym to exercise. She only goes to watch Derek drool over Stiles and flirt with the gorgeous new manager, Boyd).

anonymous asked:

Can you do a prompt where Victoria isn't actually mean but comes of as such like "Max looks so pretty" and max is like "what?" And Victoria is just flustered and caught off guard and says the "I SAID YOU LOOKED SHITTY GO FUCK YOUR SELFIE" (doesn't have to contain that but I think it would be cute to see that Victoria only acts like that because she is flustered and crushing hard on max XD)

How to Deal with Crushes

Contrary to Victoria’s surname, she does not in fact “chase” anyone or anything. If anything, people chase after the Chase’s and the same principle is applied to Victoria, just look at her Vortex Club lackeys. Of course they’d follow her, who wouldn’t? She’s popular, efficient, and everything they could only hope to be. Whatever else she didn’t have, she grabbed onto without unnecessary chasing.  If she wants something then she gets it, end of story.

So it’s safe to say that she is most definitely not crushing on Max Caulfield.

Nope, she’s not falling for her waif hipster bullshit and her awkward shy pretense. The girl was short too so Victoria always ends up literally looking down on her and her annoying doe-eyed expression that seem to bring out her freckles. Especially those damn freckles. She would bet that underneath those poorly coordinated bargain clothes that Max had matching freckles on her shoulders which is lame. She’s a walking fashion disaster and Victoria has to stop her hands from tearing away those hideous clothes not because she wants her naked or anything, those clothes are just that terrible.

And her pictures? Selfies! Not even the kind that’s thought through and planned. No, Max just takes ordinary selfies. The kind of selfies that you post on social media and not in art galleries. The kind of selfies that show what her face looks like in the morning where the lighting is just right to add depth to her annoying freckles. The kind of selfies that reveal to Victoria the undeniable truth that Max is kind of cute.

God, she is pining over her so hard.

But she can’t let anyone else know that. See it from her point of view. She’s spent so much into her heartless bitch reputation that she can’t just let go all because of some dumb hipster with a cute face and a good eye for photography. She almost forgot about that part. Max has terrifying skill with the camera even though she doesn’t even know it. Victoria’s photos look amateur even next to some of Max’s selfies. That’s also one more thing she won’t admit out loud.

Max’s talent infuriates her just as much as it turns her on. She makes it look so easy, so effortless. She’s just using her retro-cam and the quality of her photos are worth more than what the best studio can produce. Max is Victoria’s competition and she hasn’t met someone that could fit the rival role so well in terms of skill. She likes to entertain the thought that maybe Max could fit the girlfriend role while at it too. One time she commented on Victoria’s photos being Avedon-esque and Victoria practically swooned inside. Still swooning about that until now.

Victoria is sitting on one of the benches on campus. It’s not like she deliberately chose this particular bench because she spotted the familiar flash and whir of a certain hipster’s camera nearby. It’s Max. Of course it has to be Max, who else? Victoria would never sit on this godawful excuses for furniture if she had a choice. The view helps her forget that her car has better cushioning.

Max is in her element again, with her back at Victoria, taking a photo of whatever. It’s sunset and with it there’s a poignant sense of romanticism painted across the campus. The sun’s rays sift through the trees and fall onto Max just right to give her this ethereal shine. Victoria captures her in the moment without even thinking. It’s only after the click of the shutter does she realize that she’s already looking through the viewfinder. She pulls back and stares at the photo she doesn’t remember taking and then back at the subject in front of her. While the photo was gorgeous like all her work naturally, it could only hope to capture the actual beauty before her.

“She’s so pretty.” Victoria almost sighs dreamily out of earshot.

Or what she thought was out of earshot since Max’s head spins so fast at the catch of her words. She shoots her a confused look. “What?”

And oh, god. Max looks way better with her face showing and she’s wearing that stupid doe-eyed look again and fuck, fuck. Victoria’s brain goes into panic mode. She doesn’t know what to say and it does not help that Max’s face is so distracting. The lighting shifted along with her movement and glistens along her frame and fuck, she looks lame in her clothes but she also looks radiant like what the fuck? And Victoria is still staring and oh, god what should she say?

“I SAID YOU LOOK SHITTY!” She yells at her with too much force to sell the intended spite. Nice one, Victoria. Smooth save. That will definitely tell Max that she is interested in her. Why don’t she go ahead and add some more flirty undertones. “GO FUCK YOUR SELFIE.” There it is. The words come out of her mouth as if on auto. Despite her face sporting a domineering look, Victoria very much wants to hide her embarrassment. It’s a good thing that she can hide her blush underneath her usual layers of anger.

Max looks more confused than offended and Victoria just wishes for her to go away so she could make a dash for her car and scream there. “Okay…?” She asks more than says, as if testing the waters. Victoria can’t help but snarl back just out of reflex and it’s enough to tell Max that the water is boiling and there’s a high chance that it will turn into a bloodbath. She sighs and it almost sounds like she was expecting something different.

Victoria already has plans on berating herself for again ruining another moment with Max and will do so as soon as she walks away but Max has other plans. There’s that bright flash again only this time it’s aimed at her. The whir of the camera isn’t lost to the buzzing in her brain. “Did you just…?” She can’t quite bring herself to finish her sentence, she can’t trust herself anymore.

Max is still in her element, not at all put-off by Victoria’s gaping, it must be the camera. There’s something empowering about holding a camera that makes Max bolder than her usual shy self, not that Victoria would notice that. Max just takes the photo as it develops with her nimble fingers. Victoria could tell the exact moment that it finishes when Max’s face erupts into a smile so wide she doubts it could fit the frame of a photo. “This one’s a keeper.” She shows it to her and Victoria feels her breath catch in her throat.

At first glance, Victoria’s posture in the shot looks intimidating but that’s not the main point. The focus is her face. She thought she was making just another one of her mean looks but evidence speaks otherwise. Her eyes are smoldering as the swathes over her and it almost makes her look warm. Warm and inviting. She can’t tell if it’s from the photo or the feeling in her chest but there’s a warmth that wasn’t there before. “This is…”

Pretty, I guess.” Max casually shrugs and Victoria’s head snaps up at the word. Just when she thinks that a smile looks cute on Max, she’s annoyingly adorable with a smirk too. “Pretty awesome.” She’s teasing. The hipster actually heard her and she’s flaunting it and Victoria should be mad at anyone who dares talk back to her but all she can think of is how Max is obviously flirting with her and she’s so happy that even her scowl looks friendly enough.

This is her chance! She can feel it with her heart beating so fast. Victoria has never run in her life aside for fitness but her heart is hammering wildly like it does when she jogs. Except she’s not running right now but it’s something similar. This is a chase and Max is her target and she can swear that she’s so close. She swears she almost feels it with her fingertips like how hers is brushing over the photo. The mood is set and the setting is just right. She’s going to do this and she’s going to get this right. She can’t mess this up now.

“Pretty amateur, smallfield.” And great, we’re back to gradeschool flirting again. Victoria represses the urge to just hit herself for being so lame. Really? Is that the best she can give? And what’s with that stupid nickname? She panicked okay. She has boys wrapped around her finger but she can’t fucking compliment a hipster girl that she likes without burying it under seven layers of insult.

“Still pretty.” Max insists with a smaller but still cute smile. She then takes back the photo and places it securely in her bag. Victoria tries not to think too much about the fact that she might even see the photo on the wall of Max’s room. “I guess it was nice talking to you, Victoria.”

“Yeah and you’re such a delight yourself. Get out of my face.” Victoria almost praises herself because the first sentence is the closest thing she’s gotten to an actual compliment. Max is already walking away but Victoria waits until she’s out of sight. Too bad she isn’t out of mind. Max calling her pretty is up there on her best-memories list next to their Avedon-moment. Max is also coincidentally on her to-do list.

God, she’s so fucking smitten.

Beca lectures Chloe over how ridiculous she thinks Chicago's name is

Chloe: He has a very chiseled look to him, but also cute, almost like a lost puppy.

Beca: yeah, okay, but you’re not going to actually take him seriously, right?

Chloe: Why not?

Beca: His name is Chicago.

Chloe: So?

Beca: That’s not a name.

Chloe: It’s his name, so obviously it is.

Beca: It really isn’t.

Chloe: Beca, it’s just his nam-

Beca: oh my god, okay fine, maybe it’s his name but it’s stupid, just drop it, Chloe.

Chloe: You’re the one who brought it up-


Fat Amy: …


Beca: …

Chloe: …

Beca: What? Did you hear that? I did. I’m hungry, Amy, wanna grab lunch? Yes? Great let’s go.

*Fat Amy and Beca leave the room in silence*

Chloe: …

Aubrey: She’s been pining over you for years, you know.

game grumps ask meme.

“Dude, just… just pity laugh, at least!”
“I don’t wanna kill anybody, I’m a pacifist. Ooops, killed six people.”
“Six is the number of Def Leppard members, almost.”
“Did you know I’m a professional joke? My life is a joke.”
“Why do you enjoy watching me suffer so?”
“Remember kids, if you wanna defeat the evil power, you better fucking find the nearest sharpest sword and run as fast as you can.”
“I don’t judge you when you steal children, so I’ll thank you to show me that same courtesy.”
“Having a great time being in immeasurable pain.”
“Yes, have you ever heard of brapnel? That’s baby shrapnel.”
“Wait, mechanical bird is plane. I just realized.”
“Crazy how dead you are, I mean like, wow.”
“I didn’t have any problem at all after I died twice.”
“Such a nice man we ripped off there.”
“I’ll never put on pants.”
“Checkers would be better with badgers.”
“She’s adorable! Until she turns into a hideous undead monster creature, then ya gotta hit her with the lead pipe.”
“Stop dancing at me!”
“I have some very important masturbating to do.”
“You make me have to pee, always.”
“Whales are just Earth’s way of taking a shit.”
“I like it when Luigi’s happy. It makes me smile.”
“You know when you get high, and you start floating five feet off the ground, and gain a Spanish accent?”
“Whenever you talk about being high, it always just shows how much you’ve clearly never gotten high before.”
“Dude, what if hell was up?!”
“I will raise that chicken as if it were my own daughter… who I turned into chicken fingers.”
“‘Becky with the good hair’ sounds too much like ‘caramel corn’?”
“Even 90s rock won’t make me feel good about this!”
“This might be the drugs talking, but I love drugs.”
“That’s one boopity you shouldn’t have shmoopled.”
“Am I nude right now?”
“It’d be weird to sleep amongst your dead friends.”
“Are you here to repent for your chins?”
“Why am I not eating ice cream for every meal?”
“This taxi is bae.”
“The world is full of magic. Horrible, horrible magic.”
“Jesus is my drug.”
“I don’t know anything about memes.”
“You would say that, no matter what, me from another dimension that runs a porn ring.”
“I’m a milk-based life form.”
“I fucked a cantaloupe once.”
“Awww babe, look at us, we have our own cam girl operation.”
“Everyone who works for us gradually becomes more gay in their interactions because… we are always getting… weirdly gay with each other.”
“Shut up, ya tweezer!”
“And Half-Life 3, I don’t know anything about Half-Life 3, other than that everyone says it’s confirmed.”
“Good thing you’ve got fingers and wrists of steel, from that straight jacking.”
“I’ve learned the importance of being cuddled.”
“Hi, I’m a musician with a huge penis. Do you know where I can find guitars and Magnum condoms?”
“Baths are amazing, especially when you bring a friend.”
“Jesus, you gotta wine and dine me first. You can’t just open up with that shit.”
“We’ve broken several laws.”
“What, you wanna try diplomacy? He’s a fucking crab!”
“‘Bonfire’ is made up of two words: ‘bonf’ and ‘ire.’”
“These balls are coming at me fast and furious. It’s like that movie, ‘Speed.’”
“As I was about to say, revenge is a dish best served fuck you.”
“When someone says ‘just fuck me up’ on the internet that means have sex with me in a rough, passionate manner, correct?”
“If there’s one thing I can be totally honest about, it’s that I would happily lie to your face.”
“Just get abducted! We are your saviors, we’re flying in the sky- treat us as your new gods.”
“If I can’t be the best, I sure as hell can be the worst!”
“Water is just… air juice.”
“Uh… Doctor, could you put tits on my thumbs?”
“We hang out… we touch each other…”
“Does anyone have a paper bag I can hyperventilate into?”
“2016 is the year of the butt.”
“If I took pole-dancing, I would be worried that it would be too erotic for everybody else.”
“You make another joke like that, and I’m gonna have to beat you to death with your own shoes.”
“Whoa, look at this trapezoid-headed Funyon ring!”
“I have to take off my jacket because I’m getting hot because this sucks so bad.”
“He died as he lived: covered in mayonnaise.”
“Who wears pants anymore? So 2015.”
“What took you so long, you butt plug?!”
“Look, you tell a couple jokes as a dad and suddenly everyone’s like ‘you’re making dad jokes.’”
“Could you imagine if you unlocked outfits in real life? Like, “Congratulations you wiped your ass, here’s a new shirt.””
“As long as I live, I will never stop loving your random bursts of outrage.”
“Like I would kill a friend… without watching.”
“With your Phd and my also being here, we can solve any problem.”
“I love watching you guys suffer.”
“Man, the void of nothingness is kinda lame.”
“Sometimes you gotta take time and smell the roses. And sometimes you’re gonna be a guy jacking yourself off while you’re rubbing a girl in a video game.”
“I can’t prove that someone ISN’T a reptilian.”
“Oh my god, do we have to kill him while he’s asleep?”
“I feel dead inside, but at least I had pie.”
“This is nice. We’re all bathing in the warm glow of murder.”
“The tears are bittersweet but the pie is delicious.”
“Murder is a spectator sport.”
“Today’s been a day. A day full of tasty, tasty murder.”
“Man, I wish anime was human history.”
“99 red balloons… Something- something- German song.”
“If you wanna have sex you don’t have to make a little song about it, like just come right out and ask.”
“If only I could have sex with my own brain. That would be a mind-fuck.”
“I am not nature. I am nurture.”
“Wouldn’t it be hilarious if they died?”
“Tell me what you’re gonna do to me.”
“Taco Bell cures diabetes.”
“Rule number one of babysitting? DON’T STEP ON THE BABY!”
“Play for my amusement, child.”
“How does a ghost enter a skeleton? And I don’t mean that in a sexy way.”
“You’re locked the closet with the dildo!”
“Yeah, I’ve been drunk on pot before. What of it?”
“You are the worst son ever.”
“Shut up, this is my moment of time shine!”
“Bro, can I be honest with you guys right now? I love defiling things.”
“I wanna touch everything with my boner, including my boner!”
“When you’re married, you can announce your boners everywhere.”
“I am enjoying my pot! Take that out of context.”
“Dude, what if you were next to a supernova when it supernovaed?”
“…and she’s like COVERED in butter.”
“I do apologize for my actions, even though they were totally and completely justified.”
“What are the animals crossing, exactly?”
“I’m a firm believer in ‘if you’re going to fail, you might as well fail spectacularly.’”
“And you know what? We’re tied right now, like brothers… only one brother is significantly smarter and more handsome than the other and has like 15 years more life experience.”
“Frick to the 30th power!”
“My eyebrows are slippery and slimy. I grease them.”
“This is literally just elementary hydrodynamics, I can’t believe you can’t grasp this.”
“Well look the important thing that I’m having fun and other people aren’t.”
“I would fuck everything on the screen including the animals and the bicycle.”
“How dare you know stuff about things. I’m gonna beat you up with my fists… that are made of stuff and things.”
“Spyyyder Loops™ cereal…. made with… spiders.”
“I’m a bottom kind of guy.”
“Can you see my labia in this fucking costume?”
“Just bros bein’ bros…”
“I never feel quite as alone as I do when I play Burger Time.”
“If you do this… I’m gonna be mildly impressed with you.”
“I don’t know how to be interesting, could you give me advice?”
“I’m kind of amazing at everything I do.”
“I would get a photo-realistic tattoo of your face on my inner thigh.”
“Do you think I came out the pussy drawing fucking Mozart?!”
“Follow your stupid fucking dreams.”
“Everyone does crack at some point in their lives. It’s pretty much a rite of passage.”
“I wanna know where Luigi is!”
“Nothin’ wrong with that. Get clean, get clean with the lord.”
“You’re on page 2, and I’m on page…uh, furiously concentrating on not throwing up from this Nutella situation.”
“I wish you could jump inside my skin and know what I know, and feel what I feel.”
“I’m feeling fly for a caucasian man.”
“I will actually strangle you with my bare hands and feet.”
“Don’t call me “bro” in an accusatory tone!”
“This is a good yiff right here.”
“My friends! I love killing my friends.”
“Now I am the one who is bitch.”
“He died as he lived: eating chicken McNuggets.”
“Well, thank you so much, that’s so nice of you to say, but I don’t believe you and you’re a liar.”
“I could tell by his briefly angry eyebrows that he’s someone we should be stabbing.”
“A blunt is a maridujuana.”
“If you can’t beat em, Shoot ‘em with a gun!”
“Getting kicked in the nuts is not an event, it’s a process.”
“My goal is to pee in every major body of water on earth.”
“Man, Club Penguin’s gotten weird.”
“Aw jimminey-jillakers. Gee-whiz Batman. Aw frick. Oh jeezum.”
“And you have ten thousand and seven hundred grams of mardujuana.”
“My style is old, nasty t-shirt and rapidly disintegrating pants.”
“If you ever run into me in the wild, we’ll hug it out.”
“I think the noodles are going to kill me!”
“I’m sorry, your son is an anthropomorphic cheese melt.”
“Wait, but, also shut up.”

anonymous asked:

I'd like to bother you re: Howard Doesn't Like Steve verse. Steve is military so deployment's a thing. Tony sends him sexy photos, actual photos, and Steve keeps all of them, but has, like a lovesick high libido moron, kept a favorite in his wallet. It's secure! He's built like a tank with the skills to use it and it's in a card slot anyway, it has literally never fallen out before. Until it does. omeone picks it up. And no, it isn't identifiable as Tony to a street rando, but yeah. It's obvious

Tony sends Steve a ridiculous amount of sexy photos. The Howling Commandos know better than to dig through the care packages for the treats Tony sends for all of them when Steve actually dives on top of the box and snarls “DON’T LOOK IN MY STUFF.” And then he pulls out several loose photos and shoves them in his pockets and they rib him playfully about it every time a package comes in.

Of course, his favorite one is so innocent in the scheme of things, compared to some of the risque photos Tony has sent him–a photo of Tony on his knees wearing a lacy, see-through nightgown, holding up the hem to show off just a hint of the panties beneath them. Steve keeps it in his wallet because it’s technically not that risque (except for that other photos had shown him touching himself and then stripping the nightgown off and then the panties had also been in the care package). Also, it’s in a card slot! It literally only comes out when he pulls it out. Which isn’t often. Because he has the real thing now that he’s back from deployment. (It’s surprisingly often actually. He had folded it so that Tony’s face was hidden and the edges are so worn that it’s kinda… ripped? Oops.) So it’s just a full-body picture but no face–who the hell is going to recognize that?

Steve only notices it’s gone when he goes to pay for dinner and realizes its usual slot is empty. Oh God no. How was he going to get Tony away from his parents to tell him what happened? This was supposed to be a nice night, he was going to pay for dinner so Howard and Maria would see he also made a decent amount of money, and now he was going to die out of mortification thank God Tony’s head had been torn from the photo. He turns to try and make desperate ‘I fucked up’ eye contact with Tony.

Just in time to watch Howard bend down to pick something up off the ground.

Okay, okay, Tony’s head is missing. How would Howard be able to recognize Tony’s headless body? When has Howard seen Tony in a lacy nightgown? He wouldn’t recognize it. He wouldn’t.

“…Oh my God,” Howard breathes, face twisting into a scowl.


“Oh no,” Steve whispers.

Maria and Tony look between Steve and Howard in confusion.

“Oh no,” Steve whispers again when Howard lifts his gaze to glare daggers at him. “Mr. Stark I–”

Howard lunges at him. Steve uses all his military experience to scream and run from the restaurant. Howard gives chase.

“I guess I’ll just pay for dinner then,” Tony tells the air lamely before walking up to the register to pay.

Maria bends to pick up the photo Howard had dropped because he needed both hands to strangle Steve. “Oh,” she says in surprise, and then, “Oh, dear.”

“What?” Tony says in concern as the hostess runs his card. “What is it, Mom?”

“Honey,” she says pityingly. “This really isn’t your color.”

Tony sputters when he sees his headless body in that stupid blue nightie. “Oh my God.”

“Also we’d better hurry if you want to continue having Steve as a boyfriend,” Maria adds. “Before your father kills him.”

Tony squawks and snatches his card back from the hostess. “Give yourself a nice tip I have to go save my boyfriend!”

“Excuse me,” Maria asks the valet kindly. “Did you see which way the screaming blond was being chased?” The valet points. Maria loops her arm around Tony. “Come along, dear. I’ll need your help keeping your father from committing murder.”

Tony sighs.

anonymous asked:

is there more to the ADHD Lance hc or just that? is it by any chance based on how he acts canonly or.. ?

Evidence for ADHD Lance:

  • I can Sense™ the ADHD because I have it myself. I look at him and I think “Boy… That boy has ADHD”
  • He’s waaaaaaay impulsive; my boy was doing loop-de-loops in the simulator, didn’t even hesitate to try and sneak out of a military base just to have some fun, literally approached a crashed spaceship and busted in just ‘cause he saw Keith was doing it, found a giant blue lion and went ‘fuckin SWEET.’ This literally all happened in the first like, ten minutes of the show.
    • Other examples of impulsiveness right off the top of my head: He heard Coran crying out for help and ran into a goddamn airlock without even thinking, the whole thing with Nyma lmao, Lance’s pretty reckless style of flying. 
    • As a whole Lance is mostly ‘act first, party later’ which could be an example of the ‘Irresponsible Teenage Boy’ trope but c’mon… C’mon.
  • In that one scene where everyone is crowded around Sendak waiting for the memories to download or whatever, Lance is the one constantly moving. At one point he even gets on the floor and starts cycling his legs in the air. 
    • And this isn’t just an example of ‘Oh, Lance gets bored, so what’- Lance was literally the last person to leave Shiro, he could have ditched like everyone else but because he wanted to stay he forced his body into moving so he would stay focused. I do this all the time lmao.
  • Lance talks a lot with his hands and also uses lots of gestures, I do this too a lot because I instinctively keep my hands busy at all times lmao. I’m pretty sure if you put anything within Lance’s grasp in a few minutes he’ll start fiddling with it.
  • Lance never fucking shuts up, something which my ADHD ass finds #RELATABLE. He’s constantly interjecting, even when it’s just a really lame one-liner, which to me is evidence that he just says whatever’s off the top of his head.
  • I find driving a car to be one of the hardest things in the world (there’s so much shit going on, constantly) so can you imagine flying a giant blue lion in SPACE? No wonder Lance always seems to crash into things, there’s like a hundred distractions at any given moment. Plus, he’s also always running his mouth.
  • There are moments in the show where I’m like “Oh my god, Lance is totally hyperfocusing right now.” It’s usually while the team is forming Voltron. I also imagine that’s why Lance is so good with his gun- while you stare down the scope there’s only one target, and if you hyperfocus on that… Goddamn.
  • The fact that Lance sleeps with an eye mask AND with music. Sleeping with ADHD is so goddamn hard, I hate it. I get the best sleep of my life when I use an eyemask and listen to music, I need to start doing this again.
  • Lance has a lot of mood swings, he goes from overexcited to pissed off to flirty in like two seconds. He also can be overly aggressive and shows a lack of restraint sometimes. Evidence: His rivalry with Keith and the fact that they literally flew their Lions straight down into the ground like. I want to make fun of Lance for that, but I would literally end up doing the same thing lmao. 
  • Lance also seems to get along really well with his Lion. The way Lions communicate with their Paladins seems to be through wordless suggestions/impulses. ADHD Lance would be used to going along with whatever the strongest idea in his head is, so while everyone is struggling with having another presence in their mind Lance is like ’LOL this feels normal’ and forms a super tight bond with Blue.
  • Lance has ADHD, bye.

Tord: You can go to your next class or… whatever. Sorry.

Tom: Nah. You’re not bothering me or anything. I’m here for you - you’re Edd and Matt’s friend, it’d be pretty lame of me to just leave you here miserable. I know you hate me, but -

Tom: I’m not gonna ditch you ‘til you feel better. You don’t have to tell me what’s up, but right now you’re stuck with me.

12x11 coda

It’s not like he hasn’t had this conversation a thousand times before. It shouldn’t be any different this time around. 

“The first monster you killed was just a poltergeist. You were 13.”

“What? I knew how to fight monsters when I was 13?” Dean asks, incredulous.

A rush of affection hits Sam hard. He knows, logically, that Dean losing his memory is a bad thing. But. “You taught me how to shoot a gun when I was 7. Dad was so pissed.”

“So our dad did this, too? We’ve all been fighting monsters all our lives?”

“Pretty much. Family business, you know?”

“OK, so who else in our family fights monsters? Is it just you and me, are we all each other’s got?”

Sam lowers his flashlight and slows down for a second. It’s a weighted question, and Dean doesn’t even know it. “Uh, no. Long story, but our mom is a hunter, too. She doesn’t live with us in the bunker though.”

“The bunker? Is that the place you were talking about a minute ago?”

“Yeah. You and I live there, and sometimes Cas does, too.”


Sam turns and very nearly shines his flashlight right in Dean’s face. “You don’t remember Cas?”

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i feel that this is necessary?? because guys, slam dunk

also i’d rather do other things than write my dissertation

Wait, WHAT did I do on Snapchat?

Hey guys, this is just something silly I thought of, I hope you like it!  

Rated T for language and implied scenarios.  Nalu one shot! :)

Lucy’s head was pounding, her mouth tasted like something unholy crawled up her throat and died, and she was fairly sure that her mascara had glued her eyelashes shut.  She shifted around on the soft material that was under her and roughly scrubbed at her eyes in effort to regain her eyesight.  Finally, she was able to crack open her eyes and take a slit-eyed look at her surroundings.  She was in an unfamiliar apartment- great.  She knew that she shouldn’t have gone out with Cana and the other girls; she rarely got drunk, let alone drunk enough to not even remember what she did the previous night.  It didn’t help that Cana had practically been pouring alcohol down her throat.  Ugh, Lucy was in for a long morning.  Or was it afternoon by now?  Either way, Lucy was tangled in the covers of someone else’s bed, and apparently about a million notifications lighting up her phone- no wait, make that a million and one.  Her phone chimed and it was a text from her friend Levy.

Please tell me where you are!  I’m worried sick!’  Levy was the responsible one, Cana was the one to laugh at you as you drunkenly fall off your barstool.  Lucy’s head felt like an ice pick was being driven into her brain as she looked at the bright screen of her phone and mentally promised to text Levy back after she was done sorting out the mess she was in.  She started to swing her legs out of the empty bed, noting that the curtains of the room were drawn tightly, and suddenly felt a wave of nausea hit her.  Shit, shit, shit, bathroom NOW.  

Lucy ran blinding around the room- where the hell were the people that lived here?  Lucy ran towards a small room, grateful to see a sink just beyond the doorway; she had found the bathroom.  She sprinted through the opening and turned her attention to the toilet only to halt, and quickly puke into the sink instead.  

Quadruple shit.  Hunched over the toilet was a man with only long pajama bottoms on.  Fuck.  The man just groaned in response to her expelling the previous night’s regrets into his sink.  She quickly washed it down the drain and straightened back up.  She could only see his back, his incredibly muscular back- but that wasn’t the point.

“I-I am so sorry about that.”  Lucy stammered and the man’s head shot up quickly as if something at jolted him awake.

“What the fuck?”  He stated in a haze, apparently having fallen asleep on the toilet.  The first thing Lucy noticed was his pink hair, yes, pink.  Was it dyed?  Was he born with natural freakishly pink hair?  The second thing Lucy noticed was that it was not just his back that was muscular, everything was muscular and he was hot.  Too hot.  Too much for Lucy to even believe that she ended up in this guy’s apartment.

“Oh, hello.”  The guy’s hair was messy and it hung in his eyes.  He swept his fingers through his hair in effort to pull it out of his sight, but it was futile. 

“H-hi.  Sorry for puking in your sink.  Do you know what happened last night?” Lucy questioned quickly and then a blush crept up her face.  “Oh shit, did we…?”

“I’m sorry hold on-” He immediately threw up into the toilet- no wonder why he fell asleep on the toilet.  Lucy thought she was the only one who didn’t handle her alcohol well.

“Don’t drink often?”  Lucy guessed.

“Nope.”  Came a pained response.  “Sorry you have to see me like this.  No, I dunno what happened last night, but I’m…  Sorry?  Probably.  I probably need to apologize for whatever happened.”  Lucy giggled at the guy’s response, but her breath quickly caught in her throat as she glimpsed herself in the mirror.

“Oh my fucking god!”  She looked like a monster, her eyeliner looked like an oil spill under her eyes, her eyelashes were still stuck together in tight clumps that would probably require a jackhammer to break them apart, and her lipstick was smeared around her mouth making her take on the appearance of a clown.

“What the hell’s wrong?”  He suddenly whipped around in panic and Lucy then noticed her deep red lipstick, in the form of kiss marks, dotting his face, neck, and chest- god knows where else.  

“Oh my god…”  Lucy put her head in her hands and choked back the urge to shed a few self pitying tears.  “I’m a mess.”

“H-hey, it’s okay, don’t cry!”  He dragged himself off the floor and attempted to console her by rubbing her shoulders.  The smell of whiskey and vomit radiated from him, but she knew she didn’t smell much better after all the margaritas Cana had pushed at her.  

“Oh god…  I’m sorry I’m here, sorry I look like shit.  I’m Lucy by the way.” Lucy greeted him lamely and slowly removed her hands from her face and met the gaze of the man in front of her.  “Sorry for all of that.”  Lucy gestured to the lipstick stains scattered across his skin.  “And I’m also sorry for not remembering a single thing about you or last night or how I even ended up in your apartment.”

“S’all good, neither do I.  My name’s Natsu.  My friends made me go out last night to celebrate one of em’ getting engaged.  To tell you the truth, I’m so happy to see you rather than what I imagined you might look like.”  Natsu gave a sheepish grin. “You look pretty good as a clown.”  Had he read her mind?  Lucy felt her blush returning and let out a small laugh.

“Good to know I’ve still got it after looking like this and puking in your sink.”  Suddenly, her phone started vibrating violently in her pocket.  She quickly swiped the call open and pressed it to her ear with an apologetic smile at Natsu.

“Lucy!  Thank god I have a hold of you now!  I was so worried, all Cana kept saying was ‘she’s having a good time, if you know what I mean’, and I could only keep thinking about all the crime shows we watch and you being snatched away to some pervert’s basement, and-!”

“Levy, Levy, I’m okay.  I promise.  I don’t know where I am exactly, but I’m safe.  I’ll talk to you soon, okay?”  Lucy promised her worried friend and was about to hang up when Levy stopped her.

“Wait!  Y-you might want to check snapchat…  Y-you’re not gonna like it, but I wanted to give you a full heads up.  Also, I’m sorry.  Kay bye!”  Click.  The call ended as quickly as it began and Lucy felt a new wave of remorse course through her.  While Lucy had been on the phone, Natsu too opened his phone and was intensely staring at his screen, an embarrassed look on his face.

“What is it?” Lucy questioned as she scrolled through her phone’s pages and tapped the little ghost icon and opened snapchat.

“N-nothing!” Natsu quickly clicked his phone off and looked up at her sheepishly.  Lucy shrugged it off and focused on her screen.  She had a few snapchats from Levy wondering where she was, and some from Cana from the night before that were of the brunette and various different guys or her taking shots.  It was when she made her way to her friend’s stories that she became completely mortified.  Clicking on Cana’s story, she flipped through her friend’s snaps that consisted of Lucy and Levy smiling at the bar, Cana taking more shots, Cana dancing with some guys she met, more snaps of Levy and Lucy as they got more drunk, Cana doing a body shot off of Lucy’s belly- much to Lucy’s embarrassment, but it wasn’t those snaps that got to Lucy, no.  No, it was when she started getting to Cana’s snaps from later in the night.  When she started seeing herself on a leather couch in the lounge of the bar with someone who was becoming all too familiar. 

“Oh my god.”  Lucy’s breath hitched and her heart beat in her chest.  There she was, in multiple snaps from Cana, hardcore making out with Natsu.  It started off with some making out, Lucy could have lived with that, but it was as she started watching more and more that she basically felt like her face was on fire.  As they progressed, so did Natsu and Lucy’s ‘acquaintanceship’.  She ended up straddling Natsu’s lap while making out with him.  He held nothing back either by trailing his fingers from her ass to her hips to under her shirt.  “Holy shit.  Oh my fucking god.  Holy shit.”

“I knew I needed to apologize.”  Natsu squeaked out and Lucy clicked her phone off finally.  “M-my friend’s may have posted something similar, though I didn’t see the one with you on my lap…”  Natsu mused and Lucy gasped slightly.

“This is the single most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to me ever.” Lucy sat on the floor in defeat.  

“I’m sorry if I was that horrible.”  Natsu said quietly and Lucy’s eyes shot up to him.

“What?  No!  Oh my gosh, I’m sorry.  No, trust me, you are not bad.” Lucy chuckled as she eyed him and then ripped her eyes away from his abs.  “Sorry.”

“It’s okay, you can flirt if ya want.  I think we’re already acquainted.” Natsu smirked leaning his weight against his counter.

“I’m sure that it’s not very flattering to have me flirting with you right now.”

“I really wouldn’t say that.  I see why I was making out with you last night.” Natsu stated bluntly, eyeing her.  “Uh, sorry.”

“I-it’s fine…”  Just then, a boy with dark hair quickly walked past the door and then slowly backed up and stopped in the doorway.

“Ah, the puking shit head is awake.” He smirked at Natsu who just glared at him.  Lucy felt even more mortified having someone else see her in the state that she was in.  “See your snapchat?” He stifled a chuckle and Natsu’s scowl deepened.

“What do your want Gray?  Come to make fun of me some more, or have you come to tell me we’re going to have another great night of drinking?” 

“No, no…  I figured I’d come by to ease your minds.  Well, mostly yours,” The guy named Gray aimed his statement at Lucy.  “I figure you’re probably freaking out at the thought of actually having sex with this dipshit- I just wanna let you know that nothing happened other than what happened at the bar.”  Gray laughed a little and Lucy folded her arms across her chest in annoyance.  “Sorry.  But you two came back, started making out, again, and then Natsu ran to the bathroom like a little bitch and puked, and you passed out on the bed.”  Lucy heaved out a sigh of relief.  Gray practically skipped out of the bathroom and Natsu joined her on the floor.

“That’s a relief then.”

“Would it be so bad to have been with me?” Natsu looked like he was almost pouting and a slight smile played on Lucy’s lips.

“I’d much rather get to know you before that.  Preferably when sober.  I’m not usually like that, trust me.”  Lucy sighed and Natsu smirked.

“That’s a shame, I wouldn’t mind a kiss that I could actually remember.”  Lucy’s face heated up and Natsu looked surprised that he had even said that.  “U-um, but we can part ways though.”  Lucy felt a pang of sadness spark in her and she shook her head.

“I’m glad I ended up here.”  Lucy smiled at him.  “Let’s do it again sometime- I-I mean hang out!”  Natsu gave a cocky grin, though his ears were a bit red in embarrassment.

“Hey, want my snapchat?” Natsu teased and Lucy rolled her eyes.

“I’d much rather prefer a simple text.  I think I’m done with snapchat for the time being.  And drinking.”  Lucy handed her phone to Natsu so he could put his number in her phone.

“Sounds like a deal.” Natsu chuckled and handed her his phone in return. 


Sketch dump of Sphinx!Adrien and Sphinx!Chat for my Monster AU. Like i said before, he, instead of telling riddles to people, tells puns…that are actually worse than a riddle xD.

Little backstory: Sphinx are suppousely to be quadruped, altho they dont have problems being biped. But they cant hold the possition all the time. Adrien, however, was forced taught to be a biped sphinx to be more human like. He is usually very tired because of that. He also doesnt know how to fly as Adrien since he was forbidden to do that since very little, and so his wings dont have the muscle mass for that. 

As Chat tho, because of the extra magic he has, he is able to fly. This is very liberating for him. He is also more feral at this form and that’s why he is usually in fours (there are some exceptional moments when he is not, i can talk about that later when the Love square discussion comes tho ;)). In this form he wears a hoodie and is extra fluffly.

Not Enough | Hyungwon (1)

Originally posted by officialmonbebe

Characters: Female Reader x God of the Underworld!Hyungwon, Guard!Wonho, Hellion!Kihyun, Hellion!Changkyun, God of Love!Minhyuk
Warnings/Genre: no major warnings ; small mentions of death (it’s nothing bad but i’ll add it just in case), implied sexual activity
Length: ~10k
A/N: okay so after seeing how long the whole piece was becoming I opted to split it into two (maybe three cause I’m still not finished) parts. It was supposed to be for Halloween but that didn’t work out. Still, I hope you all enjoy it :D

This is kind of a mess of mythologies but I hope it works out…

As always I apologize for any mistakes I missed while editing

Hyungwon stands behind the treeline just enough for the shadows to conceal his form. He could manipulate them to cover him no matter where he stood, but it was much harder to do that in the midday sun. His head is tilted just the tiniest bit as he follows your form dashing through the meadow with a gaggle of woodland creatures chasing after you. The summer solstice is here, and you and the various creatures, along with children and other citizens,  are waving around streamers in yellows, oranges, and reds.

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You woke up to the sun streaming into your room as the sun began to set. You searched around for your phone but could only find your watch. You checked the time, which read 6:42pm. Damn. You thought to yourself. You really wanted to get the best out of this trip but the time zones were killing you. You looked up at your ceiling, debating waking up or sleeping till morning.

Before you could even decide you found yourself waking up to the sound of your phone going off. Normally you would ignore it. But as the ringtone rang For Once in my Life by Stevie Wonder you knew exactly who it was- your boyfriend Justin. At fist you were a little thrown, you had fallen asleep right next to him and assumed that he was there until you heard the phone ring. You rushed to your bag at the edge of the bed hoping you wouldn’t miss his call. As the phone was on it’s last ring you swiped right and brought it up to your ear. The sound of his voice in your ear bring relief to you.

“Hey babe!” You hear him say. You simply groaned, the thought of speaking already taking up enough of your energy. He giggled at you. “So I, being the extremely adorable, handsome and charming prince that I am, left you, my sleeping beauty, a beautiful gown to wear that might I add doesn’t come close to you, for our dinner tonight.” Justin said, you could almost hear the smile in his voice. “Alright first, that was so ugly” you both laughed at your use of the term. “Secondly, I was planning on just sleeping in today”. You could hear the urgency in his voice as he jumped to respond.

“No, you’ve got to come out tonight.” After that sentence he began to calm down a little. “It’s just that.. I planned this big night for us”. You sighed, you could see his face, like a little kid full of hope and a bit of disappointment, and started getting out of bed before you spoke. “This dress better make me feel like a princess.” You said. He laughed “Sleeping Beauty, like I said” he replied. “Nah, not one of those lame princesses. Like Tiana, or Moana, or that one from Brave” “Merida?” He laughed. “Yeah the one that goes” you put on your best Scottish accent “If you could change your fate, would ya?” “Oh my god that was the worst accent I’ve ever heard Y/N” Justin began to laugh almost uncontrollably. “Shut up, like you could do better. Also I can’t find this-” you gasped.

“So you like the dress?” You were almost speechless. You recognized it the moment you saw it. The dress from Gossip Girl, your favourite show. The red one Blair wore in Paris as she convinced Chuck not to run from New York & all his demons. “How’d you?” You could barely form the question. “I told you, tonight’s going to be really special.” You smiled. He was always surprising you and at this point you couldn’t imagine how the night would get better. “The night only goes up from here babe. Now go get dressed. I love you.” “I know.” You smiled.

Being parents: Namjin
  • <p> <b>Namjin:</b> *Gets called into school for their "children" and their "disturbances"*<p/><b>Principle:</b> Thank you for coming today. Let me start by saying, you have lovely kids.<p/><b>Jin:</b> Oh, well thank yo-<p/><b>Principle:</b> But,<p/><b>Namjoon:</b> Aw shit, here we go...<p/><b>Jin:</b> *swats Namjoon on the shoulder* Namjoon!<p/><b>Namjoon:</b> Shit, sorry.<p/><b>Principle:</b> *Side eyes Namjoon* Anyway, They seem to be causing quite a few issues.<p/><b>Jin:</b> Like?<p/><b>Principle:</b> Well, your second oldest ran from science today screaming like a mad man. He was to dissect a frog for class, but when the "nasty, clammy son of a bitch" touched him, he kindly removed himself from the building.<p/><b>Namjoon:</b> .....<p/><b>Jin:</b> Uh. Hobi, H-he's kind of a scary guy. He fears his own shadow if it comes from weird angle. 😅<p/><b>Principle:</b> 😒. Uh huh. Well the youngest seems to be having a hard time concentrating in math class. He seem very disinterested and overly tired. Everytime someone wakes him from his little impromptu naps, he startles, screaming nonsense about widowmakers and ranking systems.<p/><b>Namjoon:</b> Ha....Overwatch.<p/><b>Principle:</b> What?<p/><b>Jin:</b> Im going to kill him 💢<p/><b>Namjoon:</b> Calm down Jinnie 😓. Its a game he plays. And he has been told by Jin here to stop playing so late, but apparently he hasn't listened 😅<p/><b>Principle:</b> I'd say. He doesn't have the best example either. Your oldest seems to enjoy in class snooze sessions also. Actually took one today during a quiz. When the teacher went to wake him and explain that tests are important, he responded with *clears throat* And I qoute " I don't give a shit, I don't give a fuck. Tests are lame, who needs them when you are a billboard artist. Swag" and went back to sleep.<p/><b>Jin:</b> 😲<p/><b>Namjoon:</b> *Mutters under breath* Thats my boy 😢<p/><b>Principle:</b> 😐. Anyway thats somehow slightly better than the middle child.<p/><b>Jin:</b> Oh god...<p/><b>Namjoon:</b> Woah woah woah. Wait. Jimin?<p/><b>Principle:</b> Yes.<p/><b>Namjoon:</b> What could my sweet little mochi possibly do wrong?<p/><b>Jin:</b> *rolls eyes*<p/><b>Principle:</b> Well, today was show and tell in his class, and when called for his turn, he proceeded to tear his shirt off and pour baby oil down his chest.<p/><b>Namjoon:</b> He wh-<p/><b>Principle:</b> *Holds up hand* He then dropped down onto the floor, and ground into it while singing in a whiny tone about "taking it down"?<p/><b>Jin:</b> Yeah, that sounds like him.<p/><b>Namjoon:</b> *glares at Jin* W-well, what about the other one?! Tae is in his class, what did he do?<p/><b>Jin:</b> Absolutely nothing! Taehyung is an angel.<p/><b>Namjoon:</b> *mumbles* In disguise...<p/><b>Jin:</b> *glares at Namjoon*<p/><b>Principle:</b> *looks at the two bicker like children* Well, Tae-<p/><b>Jin:</b> Yeah, tell me about Taehyungie, how did his presentation for show and tell go?<p/><b>Principle:</b> I would tell you, but he didn't do one.<p/><b>Namjoon:</b> Ha!<p/><b>Jin:</b> *elbows Namjoon* What do you mean he didn't do one? we talked about this last night, I even let him bring in my 400.00 ring he likes so much 😔<p/><b>Principle:</b> You mean the ring he boasted about all morning, along with some apparently pretty pricy sunglasses? He disturbed instruction time greatly. Then when he was called for his turn for show and tell, his wrist watch, which he insisted on telling me was a Rolex, went off and he dashed out of class. When I chased after him and asked just where he thought he was going, he just kept running while yelling "SALE" and "GUCCI, CANT MISS IT"<p/><b>Namjoon:</b> *Smugly* Yeah, that sounds like him.<p/><b>Principle:</b> *Sighs* Anyway, we called to ask you to pick them up. Well, everyone except Taehyung, he hasn't returned...<p/><b>Jin:</b> We'll get him. I know where he is 😑<p/><b>Namjoon:</b> Uh, well. Thanks for letting us know *holds out hand*<p/><b>Principle:</b> *Takes hand and shakes it* Thank you for coming. I really hope we see a change Mr. Kims<p/><b>Namjin:</b> We are really sorry, you will see a change immediately *leaves office*<p/><b>Principle:</b> *hears Jin shouting at the boys outside the office*<p/><b>Jin:</b> Yah! Why are you all like this! I raised you all since I wa-<p/><b>Namjoon:</b> Babe, calm-Ow!<p/><b>Principle:</b> 😕 What an odd bunch...<p/></p>
  • Me: okay that's it from now on I'm going to be a complete asshole, treat people like they treat me, I'm going to put my self first and become a cold hearted bitch. I'm fucking done with trying to please people.
  • Also me: *forgets to hold a door open for someone* omfg I'm such an asshole I hope they're okay! They must hate me so much, why am I so awkward I hate myself! What if they're having a bad day and I just made it worse! Oh god I'm never leaving the house again I'm such a monster!!!
Lee Jeno || Charm Bracelets & Pink Perfume

Originally posted by neotechs

Idol: Jeno (NCT)

Genre: Fluff

Summary: In which Jeno doesn’t know what to buy Y/N for Valentine’s Day, until he stops by some cute stores in the mall

Requested by @jeno-xoxo, Jeno’s wifey <3


[Jeno’s POV]

February 13th. Exactly one day before Valentine’s Day. And I still don’t know what to buy Y/N.

“Ughh” I groan, slouching down on the chair in my dorm room. I chew on my fingernails nervously, thinking hard and deep about what to buy for my beautiful girlfriend for tomorrow.

Everyone told me that flowers and chocolate would be enough. But me? Nope, flowers and chocolate will definitely NOT be enough. I want to give her something much more than that. But what?

I sat in my computer chair in thought, tapping my fingers on the desk lightly as a bunch of different ideas popped inside of my head.

As I was thinking, I felt my phone buzz in my back pocket. I pulled out my phone and check the caller ID. I widen my eyes and feel my heart beat fast. It’s Y/N.

I don’t know if I should answer her or not? Well of course I should, she’s my girlfriend.

But ugh, what if she asks me about Valentine’s Day and if I bought her something? She’ll most likely freak out when she finds out that I didn’t even buy her anything. God, I’m doomed.

I hesitantly answer the phone, holding it close to my ear. “Hello?”

“Jeno!” And there’s the sweet voice that I love to hear everyday. Her voice is so sweet and soft and adorable, I just love it??? I get emo every time I hear it, like seriously, her voice and her in general is so beautiful and perfect, I wanna die.

“Y/N! How are you, princess?” I say into the phone.

I could practically feel her blush across the phone. “I’m good, my prince. How about you?”

I bite my lip. Should I truly tell her how I am and tell her that I’m literally freaking out about what to buy her for the special day tomorrow and that I’m seriously the worst boyfriend in the whole history of boyfriends and she doesn’t deserve me and she deserves to be with someone that’ll give her everything in the whole wide world and will make her happy instead of being with a lame joke like me?

I decide to lie, though. “I-I’m good.” I clear my throat. “So… Valentine’s day is tomorrow…”

“Oh! Yeah, it is! I can’t wait to give you the gift that I just bought for you~”

I gulp, my cheeks turning hot and red. Oh god, she bought me a gift and I didn’t even buy her anything. I’m the literal worst.

“O-oh! W-well, I can’t wait to see your gift, babe! A-and you’ll love mine, also!” I cleared my throat, hoping that my stuttering didn’t sound too obvious.

“Yeah! And Jeno, are you okay? You keep stuttering.”

Too late.

“Yeah, I’m okay, Y/N! Don’t worry about me~”

“O-okay. Well, I’ll see you tomorrow then! Love you~”

“I love you too, princess. MUAH!” I sent a kiss through the phone, making her giggle. After we say our goodbyes, I hang up. I slouch down on my chair, slapping my forehead.

“God, I need to think of something to buy her.” I say. I check the time on my watch. It’s only 2:35 P.M. I still have a lot of time to go to the store and buy her at least something. I sit up and walk to my closet, finding my black hoodie and jeans. I take them out of the closet and put them on, before grabbing my car keys and walking out the door.


I walked inside of the mall, looking around and trying to find a decent store that Y/N would usually shop at. I continued walking around the mall, looking at all of the different stores but couldn’t find a nice one.

Until I stopped right in front of Victoria’s Secret.

‘Y/N usually comes in here when we have mall dates. This would be a perfect place to buy her something!’ I think before walking into the store.

My eyes trailed off to all the lingerie and bikinis. I could feel my cheeks growing hot and my heart pumping faster. My eyes stopped at a blue bikini. “Oh my gosh, Y/N would look so cute- NO JENO!” I slapped my cheek, which made some people walking past me stare at me with a weird look. ‘Don’t think like that, you idiot.’

I shake those thoughts off and continue roaming around the store, trying to find something nice to buy for Y/N. I need to buy something that is just as perfect as her.

I keep walking around until the perfume section catches my eye. The smell of cotton candy and cherry blossoms fills my nose, making me sigh in ecstasy. “Y/N would definitely love the smell of these.” I say, holding up a small bottle of pink perfume. I spray it in the air, sniffing it. “Ah, it smells like doughnuts! I’m definitely buying this for her.”

I put the pink perfume inside my shopping bag and continue looking around the whole store. I stop by a shelf full of pretty charm bracelets. I look at all of them, until my eye stops at a cute light blue bracelet with a heart carved inside of the steel part of the bracelet. “This would look so nice on Y/N.” I said to myself. I put on a wide smile before carrying the shopping bag to the lady at the front desk. 

“Would this be all for you, sir?” The lady asks me. I nod my head, smiling at her. She scans the items and puts them into a little bag.

“These are lovely items. Your girlfriend will definitely love these.” The lady told me, a grin plastered on her face as she hands me the little bag.

I could feel myself blushing, thinking of how happy Y/N will be when she sees what I’m giving her. “Th-thank you, miss.”

“No problem, kid.”

I wave goodbye to her as I walk out the door. I take out the items that I bought for Y/N and take another look at them. I smile to myself. “Y/N will love these.”


Today is Valentine’s Day, and it’s currently 5:55 P.M. Y/N will be coming over for our Valentine’s Day dinner in 5 minutes and oh my gosh, I’m so nervous to see her.

I’m wearing a black vest with khakis and I doubt I’ll look as good as Y/N. She’s so gorgeous and I can’t wait to see her and see what she’ll be wearing tonight.

I look in the mirror and fix my hair, wanting to look as good as possible for Y/N. I grab the gifts that I’m giving to her from the drawer. I put it in a nice red box for her to open.

I check my watch. Oh god, it’s 5:59 already. I quickly comb my hair and fix my vest before the doorbell rings. 

“You got this, Jeno.” I say to myself in the mirror before walking quickly to the front door and opening it, revealing a beautiful Y/N wearing a beautiful blue dress.

My jaw drops as Y/N stands in front of me. SHE LOOKS SO BEAUTIFUL OH MY GOD. 

“Hey, Jeno.” Y/N says.

I continue staring at her, looking her up and down. She looks so gorgeous, I wanna die.

“Jeno?” She waves her arm up and down, making me blink out of my trance.

“O-oh, Y/N! C-come in.” I clear my throat, stepping aside so she can come in. She walks in and looks around my house. I offer to take off her coat for her. 

“Dinner will be ready in a second.” I say, before rushing to the kitchen and checking up on dinner, which is pizza and macaroni. I check on the pizza in the oven. It’s almost ready. I check on the macaroni and it’s not done just yet, so dinner will probably have to wait another 20 minutes, how great.

Y/N walks into the kitchen, holding a small bag, and sits down on one of the kitchen chairs. “So, Jeno, are you ready to see what my gift for you is?” She asks me excitedly, a huge smile spread across her face. My heart melts at her smile. Her smile is so beautiful and everything about her just screams P E R F E C T.

“Yes! But I need to get my gift for you, too. Be right back.” I tell her before running off to my room and grabbing the box that has her gifts in it and rush back to the kitchen.

She hands me her gift and tells me to open it. I open it and I can’t believe what’s inside. 

“YOU GOT ME THE IPHONE 7???” I scream out loud. She smiles and says yes. I feel like dying liKE HOW CAN SHE SPEND SO MUCH MONEY ON ME? SHE DIDN’T NEED TO, OH MY GOD.

“THANK YOU SO MUCH, PRINCESS. I LOVE IT!” I bring her into a tight hug and peck her lips. 

“It’s no problem, Jeno. You deserve it.”

I feel like crying. She’s so sweet and nice and overall perfect, I don’t deserve her. Now my gift compared to hers is just a joke and now I’m having huge doubts.

“Do you still want to see your gift? I mean.. it’s not as amazing as yours. It’s not even close to being decent-”

“Jeno, I don’t care what you give me. I don’t even care if you buy me anything at all. I didn’t want this Valentine’s Day to be about gifts. I just wanted to spend this day with you and only you.” She intertwines her fingers with mine and kisses my cheek. I blush, wanting to just die at how amazing and wonderful Y/N is.

“O-okay. Well, here you go.” I hand her the small red box. She takes it and opens it up. Her eyes widen and I swear it looks like she’s about to freak.

“JENO, OH MY GOSH, I LOVE IT!” She takes out the charm bracelet and puts it on her wrist. She takes out the pink doughnut perfume and smells it. “I LOVE IT SO MUCH, THANK YOU!” She brings me into another hug, but this time tighter.

I laugh and hug her back, wrapping my arms around her waist and keeping her close against me. “It’s no problem, princess. I just wish I bought you more than these two things, but it was last minute and-”

“Jeno, I already told you. I don’t care what you give me. I don’t even care if it’s last minute. I love it and I love you for buying me these.” She kisses my forehead. I could feel my heart beat picking up its pace.

“I love you too, Y/N.” I tell her. We both smile at each other before I pull her into a kiss. Our lips moved in perfect synchronization. It was nice and slow, just how I like it.

We broke the kiss, and I pulled her into my chest, leaning my chin against her head.

“Are we going to stay like this forever or are we going to eat dinner?” She asks me.

“Let’s just stay like this a little bit longer.”

Supergirl 3x09 “Reign” Liveblog

I don’t want to deal with this Karamel drama

Ruby’s hair looks really nice, her mom is fuckin psycho now tho

Tell it, man, we got time

Mon-El organized you? Are you sure?

God, Imra’s accent melts me


Really, Kara? That sounds awkward af

Lena’s drinking scotch :)

Oh no, J’onn is one of those Christmas people

Space Grandpa knows what’s up with the hot chocolate

“I just love you more and more each day”

Ruby and Alex bonding is adorable but also hurtful

Ugh, why? Why does Lames have to be a thing? What have I done to deserve this heterosexual nonsense?

“James? Don’t be ridiculous.” “There’s no chemistry” Lena is us


Matriarchal Kryptonian society!!!

Are Lena and James matching right now? Stooooop!

Haha Lena that coat is so extra! This isn’t Frontier, Katie

No shit, Edge! Our dislike for you is very personal!

So Mon-El has a type. Women who are messy eaters

This is all so hurtful. I hate it

She is lovely

I’m glad they are bringing crazy religious guy back. I really enjoy recurring “villains” and Supegirl doesn’t utilize them enough, tho the villains usually aren’t good enough to reuse

Everytime someone says “Kryptonian symbol” I get a Smallville flashback

Where is this Kryptonian priestess???? Can we get her digits?

Whoa, Sam’s creepy stare

But what’s Lena doing on Christmas Eve?

Kara is not hiding her salt well

Imra continues to be beautiful yet hurtful

Oh Lames is still hanging out Ugggghhhh

“Oh, well thank God I was here” haha I love her

Haha Why is Reign reenacting Batman Begins? The fuck?

That’s alot of murder

Oh, well looks like Sam is gonna take care of our little Morgan Edge prob

Where did Sam get this outfit? Was it in her Anti-Fortress? Did she make it? Is Winn selling bomb-ass outfits online?

Mon-el nothing you say can make it better.

Why is Edge poking the bear?

Oh I am not at all ready for this Supergirl/Reign fight. Kara is not in a good mindset, this is gonna hurt

So guys, Kara just like branded Catco


I hate how adorable Mon-El and Imra are

Kara NOOOO you’re not ready!

What up with Sam’s voice?

Haha interesting choice of beatdown music

Like no shit people hate aliens. They destroy everything.

Away from the city, Kara!! Away!!!

Oh wow


They really stepped up their fight game since that weak shit with Rhea

“You are no god. Just as I am no devil.” Nice

Holy shit that was brutal and awesome.

Damn, I’m actually impressed by how great that fight was

Well, time to descend into a pit of Supercorp fanfic for the holidays. If anyone needs me I’ll be over here pretending Lames doesn’t exist