I saw a pic with Mishima in his full gym clothes and he was so cute this monster happened
anyway I feel like someone as tiny as Mishima playing sports would be so cute to watch? I like to think he’s pretty decent at it since he was in a sports club (I assume to stand out, but well things didn’t work out.… .)
i also like to think of Ryuji as the Tired Best Friend who knows Akira has a crush on Mishima but has to watch Mishima unknowingly side-step all the damn time (gdi ryuji, blocking me at the school fest too)
AUs for when both members of your OTP are stubborn pricks
you were sat in my reserved train seat and refused to move so i sat on your lap and now we’re both too annoyed and awkwardly turned on to move
we were both unwillingly coerced into going to a wedding and we bet on who could drink the most glasses of free wine. three hours later there is no clear winner and were collapsed in a pile of our own puke in the corner of the room
i can hear you arguing w a policeman and from what i can tell you had to be forcefully removed from a public area because you sat on the ground and refused to move and youre confused about what theyre charging you with
im kinda busy arguin w this police man but i also keep looking at you because you’re naked and attractive and im pretty sure you just told the someone you were arrested bc your friend dared you to take off all your clothes and throw them at ppl and someone else told you that you wouldnt dare do it
we were having a fun games night w our friends but now everyone’s left your flat apart from me bc we’ve played twenty games of connect 4 and still haven’t managed to find a winner and gdi i will beat you
ive been trying to grab your attention in class for over half an hour by poking you and throwing things onto your desk and you’re refusing to acknowledge me and gdi all i wanted to do was tell you that you look cute and now it’s gone too far and it can’t go back
were roommates in university and our kitchen is a mess but both of us are refusing to clean it and it’s becoming a serious health hazard i swear i saw a dead body in there the other day
ive been arguin w you on yikyak for days and don’t even remember what started it any more but only today did i find out youre actually the cute person in class ive had a crush on all semester i seriously regret looking at your screen over your shoulder now
you knocked my books out of my arms and you’re refusing to pick them up bc you’re claiming i walked into you when it was totally you who banged into me and we’ve been stood here arguing about this for ten minutes already
YALL I JUST READ AN INTERVIEW WHERE THEY ASKED THE BOYS WHAT THE WANTED TO DO FOR HOLIDAY AND JOHNNY SAID HE WANTED TO GO BACK HOME AND SLEEP ON HIS OWN BED. IM SORRY BUT THAT IS THE MOST PRECIOUS AND SADDEST THING IVE EVER SEEN BYE IM NOT CRYING YOU ARE
One More Second by kosekardemomme Summary: Isak invites the boys over to hang out with Even, for the first time with just them, just after Christmas. “Evak” can’t keep their hands off each other, though.
isak x even | dance so good by BloonStuff Summary: When Isak happens upon Even out of bed in the first time in a few days, he decides to make the most of the moment.
Wow I’ve just now realized how saturated culture is with deep and nuanced stories about people’s relationships with their fathers, but kinda falls shorter in stories with the same depth about relationships with mothers. Not that they’re nonexistent, of course! But mothers are often assumed to be the default “good parent” in a kid’s relationships, so stories about relationships with moms being bad, or even just confused or misunderstanding, aren’t out there as much.
And that just hit me this week as I found 2 things in rapid succession that both explored in very real ways the relationship between a mother who genuinely loves and would do anything for her kid but cannot understand, no matter how hard she tries, what the kid needs or what they’re going through, and the kid who for any number of reasons can’t let their mom in.
The reason I noticed so starkly is that for both of these stories I immediately started crying. Just immediately. And that is coming from someone who legitimately never cries over fiction.
It’s the story of me and my mom. And I’m glad I found these.
I DON’T CARE IF YOU DIDN’T LIKE IT, I DON’T CARE IF IT DIDN’T GO YOUR WAY, I DON’T CARE IF YOUR THEORIES DIDN’T COME TRUE WITH THIS BOOK, THEN WRITE YOUR OWN GODDAMNED BOOK IF YOU WANT YOUR THEORIES IN, MAKE YOUR FANFIC OR WHAT.
Gdi, people over-analyzing the text whether “gleaming” and “blooming” is repeated and how they didn’t like the Tamlin redemption arc and how Mor was treated badly and that her whole “I prefer women” thing wasn’t really shown or was hinted in ACOMAF and some shit like that.
I get it, you were shocked, disappointed and other feelings but that doesn’t give you a reason to hate SJM. She’s still the one that controls the story, because far as I’m aware, she came up with the whole plot on her own and you didn’t and maybe she decided what would happen even before she started to write the whole book so to those hating the book and using “#anti acowar” on tumblr you can just fuck off and do your own series without reference to any world that SJM built.
But I get it, no one can please everybody and that negative review is just part of criticism but there are those users that totally “bashed” and “ranted” about the book being disappointing and stuff and you don’t even consider the fact that you have an account that is followed by many of your fellow readers and sometimes your opinion is considered by more than one follower, one reader. So why don’t you just state that you disliked what happened in the book, but don’t go on all batshit and what-not and state some scenarios with precise detail because that would be just over-analyzing the scene that SJM didn’t even intend to point out. Just say you didn’t like it and shut the fuck up about it.
I will be doing a review of this book maybe a few weeks from now because it’ll be a series review (ACOTAR, ACOMAF and ACOWAR) so, that’s it. I don’t want to divulge any further but my blood really heated towards those people/users that say they hate SJM just for doing those calls on the book– her book. This is more of a rant than a spoiler was it? hahaha.
pidge bites her nails a lot so allura makes it her life’s mission to make pidge have long nice nails and gives her a real nice manicure, but pidge ruins it within minutes. allura tries to put bitter stuff on her nails, ties bags onto her hands, throw things at pidge each time she brought her nails close to her mouth, everything, to avoid her biting them, but in vain. then when allura finally gives up and flops down beside her, sighing about how she won’t be able to draw the green lion on her nails like she wanted to, pidge immediately jumps up and starts following allura around, begging for another chance.
“Looks like all your worrying was for nothing, princess.”
Marinette jumped, grateful he’d waited until she set her pencil down to announce his presence, because if these sketches got ruined, they would take hours of work to redo. “Why don’t you ever use the front door?”
Chat paused, one steel-toed boot dangling over her rug. “I… don’t know. Habit?”
She snorted, slouching in her chair and rolling her stiff back. Just two more sketches, Marinette. C'mon, you can do it! “You could have just come in the front door back at the bakery, too, you know. My parents wouldn’t have run you off the premises or anything.”
“But then I would have to leave by the front door. And you had a balcony,” Chat explained, entering her room fully
She fondly recalled his fascination with jumping off her balcony, and picked her pencil back up, smiling. “You realize that now I’m questioning all of our years of friendship. Was it me you liked, or just my balcony?”
Chat leaned on the back of her chair, the stabilizers emitting a soft suck and hiss as the seat bounced. “Is there a balcony here? No? Yet here I am. There’s your proof. Anyway—” and here he rested his chin on her head. “—Ladybug and Adrien’s date.”
“Went great,” Marinette finished, looking up with a grin. “I heard, you dork.”
Chat knuckled her cheek. Marinette liked to think the gesture was affectionate.
“You were the one flipping out about it,” Chat reminded her archly, tail flicking in the corner of her vision. “I just thought you’d want to know that they both said it was awesome.”
“Wai-wai-wait!” Marinette yelped, flailing fully upright. “Adrien said it was awesome?”
Sure, he’d told Ladybug that, but Chat too?
“He had a date with Ladybug, princess,” he reminded her, a little unnecessarily. She’d been there, after all. “I told you he’d be happy with anything.”
“But details!” she whined, twisting around in the chair like an overeager puppy. “What did he say exactly?”
He blinked, then smirked. “Tell you what: I’ll tell you if you tell me everything Ladybug said.”
“Deal,” Marinette agreed instantly, suddenly very grateful for her ‘insider knowledge,’ as it were.
Chat’s aloof exterior crumbled, giving way to a huge, ridiculous, goofy grin that could only be described as the manifestation of pure fangirl joy.
Marinette suspected she’d just signed up for more than she’d anticipated.
How do Daniel and Prudence find Wretch??? And does Prudence's lady love (if she has one at this point) react in any particular way?
I haven’t decided yet… I just want an excuse to give them a horrible cat at some point, because I think horrible cats are funny. I don’t want the stories to be too slapstick, but levity is good and well within the norms of noir (like that terrible Sam Spade story with the kid eating a roast turkey from the inside out… gdi).
I don’t imagine Crane to be the sort of person who’d take in a nasty cat just out of the goodness of his heart. More accurately, Crane wouldn’t imagine himself that way… he’d justify it with some impersonal excuse. I’m toying with the idea that Wretch compulsively eats things it shouldn’t, including a clue or object vital to a case - like a priceless stolen ring Crane was hired to return to its owner. Maybe he takes it in for safekeeping until it, ah, passes the jewelry… and then reasons that his crap apartment could use a good mouser. Wretch isn’t a pet. It’s an official employee of Crane Investigations, paid in cans of tuna.
I imagine Prudence having a series of short-term girlfriends, all of whom react differently to both the shitty cat and its owner. Wretch would probably enter the picture before Prudence and Daniel get married, so they’d probably be living separately and be more of a “wow, Pru, your boss is fucking weird, you sure about this?” I’ve been playing with ideas for her eventual True Love, but I think it’s safe to say that this mystery lady will have cared for many stranger creatures than a mangy housecat.
Yo fellow Dickkory shipper omg (I love them so much)
I fucking ship that ship so goddamn hard!!
Like, the film has reinvigorated my love for those two. I’ve always been a dickkory fan (I blame robstar from the 2003 animated series), but it’s been so long since they’ve been done justice like that.
Ugh. The sexual banter? Kory making jokes? Dick being his laid back, carefree self? Dick supporting his lovely girlfriend as leader of the TT? THE HEIGHT DIFFERENCE? I can’t say ENOUGH good things about it. It was just handled so goddamn well.
It was all healthy, and like, can we talk about the voicemail message system? I REPLAYED THAT SEVERAL TIMES. It’s SO THEM. They’re SUCH dorks.
Then the dancing!!
GDI, Kory was a BLESSING in this movie, and her relationship with Dick didn’t retract ANYTHING from her character or the plot; it was just this perfect thing, and that’s what I want out of a TT romance.
I could seriously GUSH about them ALL DAY.
Domestic DickKory is seriously the cutest thing ever, and I’m so glad they took the relationship seriously! Like no, it’s not just a fling. These two are in it for REAL. No petty drama, no love triangles, just two kids in love and being stupidly cute about it.
Also, shoutout to the panel where the creator labelled them as CLASSIC ROMANCE.
Like, HELL YES.
That made my inner fangirl SQUEAL. To me, DickKory has ALWAYS been classic, because it’s what I grew up with. And before anyone goes on to accuse me of being too nostalgic and shit, no. I read NTT and LOVED them there, as well. I’ve rewatched the animated series and yep. Still DickKory TRASH.
AND THEN THIS.
After all the shitting the comics have done on them, they so deserved this. They deserved a moment to shine like they did in the movie. And it was done tastefully and WELL.
His/Theirs/Our Thing by PancakeTaetae (explicit, incomplete, 48k, 3 chapters so far, hybrid au, puppy hybrid tae, owner yoongi, bottom tae, fluff, smut, angst, read all the tags!! there are a ton of other kinks besides breathplay so make sure you read before you start!! but this one is super cute so far i love hybrid tae <3)
Guns, Knives and Lace by visbaeallday (mature, incomplete, 17k, 3 chaps so far, gang au, smut, tae in panties!! this one is actually yoontaekook which makes it a hundred times better imo and it’s soooo good i’m dying for an update, yoongi and jungkook are gangsters and tae is their suga baby but he’s also super smart and it’s amazing)
Pillow Talk byhologramwithyou (Explicit, side namjin, complete, 2k, smut, pwp, a/b/o, alpha yoongi, omega tae, daddy kink, mpreg, taegi have heat sex and there’s choking involved, surprisingly cute)
Casting a Line byindifferentyoongi (Teen, complete, 13k, idolverse, fluff, slow burn, basically they learn the choreo for blood sweat and tears and fall in love)
No Ordinary Love byLoveIsGone(Explicit, side vhope and jihope, incomplete, 4k, 2 chaps so far, gang au, smut, elements of rape/non-con, read the tags!!, tae is a model and yoongi is his mob boss bf hell yeah)
Dramione: ive been trying to grab your attention
in class for over half an hour by poking you and throwing things onto your desk
and you’re refusing to acknowledge me and gdi all i wanted to do was tell you
that you look cute and now it’s gone too far and it can’t go back
The flying paper crane is the first thing to land
on her desk. Hermione doesn’t pay it a lick of attention, focusing on the ghost
at the head of the room even though literally no one else bothers anymore.
Binns has been up there rambling in his monotonous way for the last forty
minutes at least, and yet, there she sits, looking absolutely enraptured.
Draco wants to scream.
He’s been open about the way he feels for the
muggleborn witch since the Quidditch World Cup the summer before their fourth
year at Hogwarts together. That summer, he’d warned the girl to hide her head
because dark wizards were about. Sure, she’d taken it as a threat or something,
but Draco had actually been sincere. He’d been worried about her, and for good
reason. He knew what those wizards and witches were like. Hell, he was supposed
to be among them.
It had taken until the Yule Ball for him to grow
the guts to approach her again. But, damn, he just couldn’t hold back when he’d
seen in her those dress robes. She looked like a bloody princess, and she
deserved so much better than some blockhead who couldn’t even pronounce her
name, or some fool of a boy who hadn’t even realized what was right before his
eyes for the past three and a half years.
Than again, Draco had to admit that he wasn’t much
better than Krum or Weasley. After all, she’d been right there before him as
well and all he could call her was ‘mudblood’. He’d been horrible to the girl.
And yet, she gave him a chance. Even as he sits
there, across two rows of seats from her in their sixth year History of Magic
class, throwing his fourth flying paper crane at the bushy-haired brainiac.
Draco wonders how he got lucky enough for Hermione Granger to give him the time
of day. Of course, right now she isn’t giving him even a second, and
that’s driving the blonde brat up a wall.
He’s pretty sure he’s pressing his luck with the
Gryffindor, as all he originally intended was to send her a flirtatious wink
and a sly smirk and murmur how well she pulls off the ‘sexy schoolgirl’
look. He knows that would get him a blushing glare and probably a smack on the
arm or chest, but it would be worth it. He loves to rile the girl up. Plus,
she’s damn beautiful without even trying. Some people might think she’s just
average, what with the wild hair and intense gaze, but that intensity is what
keeps Draco hooked.
He’s never been with another girl who had so much
of a spark as Hermione Granger does.
That spark might just progress to a full flame
soon, though, since Draco just took apart his quill and chucked the pointy bit
at her. It flicked off her cheek and bounced across her desk, and he’s pretty
sure he caught a squeak and an 'ouch’ before she turned to glare sharply at him
while rubbing the spot on her face that already looks slightly pink from the
pin-prick of the quill’s sharp tip.
At least it got a reaction, though. But then she
turns back to the professor and Draco lets out a dramatic sigh, all while
people around him start to snicker.
Shooting a snarling glare at Parkinson and Potter,
who have grown into quite the friendly duo much to Draco’s chagrin, he wads up
a ball of parchment and chucks it at Hermione’s head. He’s pretty sure if steam
could actually come out of one’s ears without the influence of magic, the girl
would look like a volcano at this point.
She doesn’t turn around, though. Doesn’t give him
the satisfaction. So, Draco starts searching his satchel, desk, pockets, everywhere for
something else to toss at her. It doesn’t even matter what he’d initially
wanted her attention for anymore. Now it’s just the principle of the matter.
Draco wanted her attention and he was damn well going to get it! He was way
more interesting than bloody Binns of all people. Merlin’s
And Hermione had the gall to call herself his
girlfriend. Some bloody girlfriend she was being. Couldn’t even pay a bit of
attention to the guy she claimed to fancy.
Even as Draco grabs his wand, ready to enchant the
feather half of his quill to float over and tickle his girlfriend’s nose, the
blonde realizes he has his own delivery sailing his way. It’s literally
sailing, too, as it’s a piece of parchment, folded into a sailboat, carefully
floating through the still air of the classroom and landing on the shore of his
Draco eyes it suspiciously, then peers at the back
of Hermione’s head before picking it up and unfolding the tiny masterpiece.
What he finds, though, is anything but small or masterful. It’s downright
frightening, and Draco’s stomach drops as he swallows thickly while reading.
Draco Malfoy, it starts, and the
formality of it makes him gulp. This cannot be good. If you throw one
more thing at me, I swear on Gryffindor’s grave, you will be so far in the dog
house you won’t be able to see the bloody castle! Draco winces,
thinking about how you can see Hogwarts from just about anywhere around here.
That would be pretty damn far in the figurative doghouse. Or literal. Did she
have a literal little box she’d lock him in for being a bad boyfriend? He
honestly wouldn’t put it past her.
With that lovely thought in mind, Draco keeps
reading, right eye twitching as he goes on. Stop acting like a spoiled
child and BEHAVE. If you keep acting like them I’ll just categorize you right
with Harry and Ron and go find myself a real man. You know
Zabini has been very helpful in arithmancy lately…
The letter ends and Draco blinks dumbfounded,
looking up to see Hermione, smiling at him and wiggling her fingers in a dainty
little wave. Oh, he’s so done. He tries to smile back, but it comes out as more
of a grimace, and she has the nerve to giggle at him. He
supposes that’s what he gets for bothering her like that. Not to mention
hitting her in the face with a quill tip.
Still, Draco and Blaise are going to have words when
class lets out. Hermione is his witch, dammit! His witch who looks way too
proud of herself for the entire rest of the class period, Draco might add.