Yekaterina 👄 Petrovna 👠 Zamolodchikova 📢 but your dad 👨 just calls 📞📲 me Katya😘 I'm the bright 💡 red scare 👹 with the long 🍆 blonde hair 💇 always keep them 👨👱 coming back for more 🏃 you're a basic ass hoe 💦 and it's your time ⏰⏳ to go so bitch 🐩 let me show 👉 you 👉 the door 🚪 cause it's me 👆 who's getting laid 👉👌 and I'm always getting paid 💅💰 the only high class 👑 Russian 🇷🇺 whore 😜 I'm a scorching 🔥 hot 💦 mess 🗑 in a skin 😏 tight dress 👗👛 that's a rash 😷 not a herpes sore 😈 Lenin 👴 in the streets 🌴 Dostoyevsky 📚 in the sheets 🌛👣 baby 👶 are you 🙏 ready for this cold ❄ war ⚔☠ Katya 💋 Zamo 💌 lodchikova 😝
Ok so I have had this AU idea of like…. grumpy hermit gay mess Hanzo who basically looks like his hair is the pelt fur from his lone wolf skin because he could not care any less of how he looks, and he is that one neighbor who’s an asshole and never says hi or anything and lets his hellhound of a pomeranian go to other people’s yards and destroy them or shit on them.
He probably works from home and avoids all human contact that’s not necessary, except Genji because he is his lil bro! he only goes out when grocery shopping or to pay bills or hit the gym (look at those guns and pecs )
This Hanzo also sports the piercings he has in the winter comic and more less dresses up with the same style of clothes?? when he goes out that is, most of the time he just wears tshirts and sweatpants.
This becomes a McHanzo AU when Jesse moves in next door and finds Hanzo’s dog digging a hole on his lawn and decides to take it back to its owner and when Hanzo sees him he just “???????????? wow im gay af ??????????”
Basically this AU is Hanzo being the one smitten by McCree and trying to get close to him but being too socially awkward to do it properly and having like bad timings and freaking out and going back inside his house whenever he feels he has fucked up to which Jesse is oblivious and just thinks Hanzo is an interesting guy.
Hanzo tries to make it clear how gay he is without saying it by always using his Im gay mug that Genji gave to him as a joke…..just…boy….pls….Genji teases him to no end and as a way to encourage him, Genji says he will go after Jesse if Hanzo doesnt do anything about it which Hanzo is very aware could happen in the blink of an eye knowing how efficient his lil bro is when it comes to flirting with people, the guy has some unreal skills for dating.
but yeah thats all I got….. basically this is me wanting more McHanzo from Hanzo´s point of view, and having him less…uhh…far away and mysterious about his feelings? I want him being an awkward mess.
in the airport reunion victor looked exhausted. his hair’s a mess. his eyes are tired. he probably hasn’t slept since he left russia. he was already feeling guilty about leaving yuuri, worried about his dog, then had to watch yuuri skate probably via livestream where he could probably, very clearly, see that yuuri was struggling to stay calm and wasn’t jumping nearly as consistently as he was in the SP.
so yuuri qualifies for the GP by the skin of his teeth and victor’s probably very much aware that his absence had an effect on yuuri, and he’s wondering how to make it up for him and how to move forward with him into the GP–because he doesn’t want to see yuuri bomb like he did last year, and he doesn’t want it to be his own fault for yuuri’s sake–and he has, what, 9 or so hours at minimum while yuuri’s on a plane back to think about all of this?
victor’s forgetful. he’s probably exhausted and out of it already, doesn’t remember how long it’ll be until yuuri actually arrives in japan, but he takes makkachin and goes to the airport and just sits. and waits. maybe dozes on the chairs, but that’s it. and through all this time he thinks about yuuri, and yuuri’s skating, and where he wants to fit in with that and ultimately decides–he doesn’t ever want to leave yuuri. he’s happiest with yuuri. he wants to see yuuri succeed. he wants to support yuuri. victor’s own skating career? doesn’t matter–he’s already achieved success. what matters now is yuuri.
and after hours of having all this stress, all this worry for makkachin and yuuri and everything else on his mind over the last 24? 48? hours he finally sees yuuri and yuuri sees him and they’re running and finally they’re in each other’s arms and this is all victor wanted. he still looks tired but he no longer looks so stressed or lost he just looks happy and relieved and really, yuuri, he just wants to stay by your side and never leave.
i’m so fucking bitter why’d i get a mental illness cocktail why the fuck did i deserve it ill never feel comfortable in my own mind in my own skin i’ll never want to exist i’ll never feel like it’s worth it i’ll always be a mess
Synopsis: The title says it all. Jungkook makes your planned roadtrip to Busan a bit messy.
A/N: Jungkook…. has got me feeling some type of ways, so I HAD to write this. I originally intended to post this as one whole scenario but that’d be too long I guess. Anyways, I promise that after I posting the next part of this story I will continue with The Four Elements lgkjaggalksjh. I just…. needed a way to get my feelings straight….. I’m a mess.
the feeling of the fresh summer breeze coming in contact with the soft skin on
your face, the wind causing your hair to wave in the air, your eyes closed as
you let the breeze calm you down.
were your favorite thing, and it became kind of your own tradition to do a city
roadtrip every summer. You did not know exactly when it started, but every year
around July, you found yourself driving in your cabriolet to random cities,
enjoying every single unique element that each city in your country had,
eventually taking pictures with your polaroid, the memories captured forever,
just in one single picture.
I’m sitting in the mess hall, swirling my spoon through my bowl of frugnarf, when Kap’ka*click*ka (I call him Kap) sits down opposite me.
“Human Monique, greetings.”
“Greetings, Kap. What’s up?” My eyes are still on my bowl.
“I have a most pressing query for you.” He pauses dramatically during which I decide to look up at him. Meeting my gaze sternly, he says, “Are you injured?”
The question throws me. “What?”
“Injured, Human Monique! Are you injured?” The long flabs of skin along his neck flap with his agitation, and I know he’s actually being serious.
“No,” I say firmly. Then, more gently, “Why do you ask?”
Six eyes blink at me before one of his hands reaches to take my right hand, the one not holding the spoon. “You use only one of your fore-appendages. I feared you were concealing an injury,” he explains. “We *click*Ref*click*fer often do this when we wish to deceive others.”
It is in that instant that I understand. Kap’s species is entirely ambidextrous. All seven of their limbs can work apart from the others. The species even has an extra cortex in their brains to allow for this kind of dexterity. (I mean, seven limbs! That also isn’t counting their three legs.)
I smile at him and pull my hand away. “No, Kap. I’m fine. Really. I’m just a Lefty.”
“I’m left-handed. Most humans are either left- or right-hand-dominant. Lefties are less common.”
“You mean to tell me that your entire existence relies solely on one appendage to do everything?”
“Not everything,” I amend, enjoying watching his eyes bulge. “I mean, I type with both hands and I can eat with both hands, but things like writing or firing my rifle, I use my left.”
“You can’t be serious!”
“I’m dead serious! Sure, there are a few humans who are ambidextrous, and you can certainly learn how, but it’s hard work and, frankly, it’s a waste of time.”
“But what happens if your dominant, left hand is cut off by a prif’s pincers? What will you do? We don’t have the technology to replace your dominant, left hand, Human Monique!”
I grin up at him and switch my spoon from my left to my right. “Well, I guess I’ll be a Righty, then,” I say and take a bite.
I remember it was cold. Not quite winter, but not that nice fall weather. The leaves werent falling, they were already dead on the ground.
I remember how windy it was. My hair was flying everywhere, leaving my vision clouded by my blonde mess.
I remember the dark clouds. I questioned whether it would rain or not. Suddenly missing the sun.
I remember the flood of warmth that came from my car. Without the cold piercing my skin, I realized some rain would be okay.
I remember sitting there with my thoughts a mess. Like a tornado, all revolved around you.
I remember seeing you, wishing you were with me. Craving your hands in mine.
I remember seeing her, confusion swept over me, and then she was in your arms.
The last thing I remember was how bad it hurt to have my heart break.
Holy shit guys…… I really like how this one turned out! I know that her hair isn’t exactly as curly as it should be, but I’m still messing around with how I do hair and this was the best I could do. Also, when I was doing her skin I couldn’t help but think of the Jolly Green Giant XD It’s also like 1 in the morning, I should go to sleep.