and there are times when i actually do like pierce

anonymous asked:

how come you art looks nothing like the actual characters of haikyu? Was it meant to be on purpose that their eyes are different or nah? (this is a genuine question I always had so I do not mean to offend you if I did at all)

I gotten asked this a few times/// I have my own style??? Im not Furudate and I dont draw like Furudate so if I try to draw his characters theyre going to look like them but in my own style?

their eyes are the same… I just put my own style too it? it would be different if I drew Akaashi with big Ugu anime eyes when he actually has sharp piercing eyes

characters that have big eyelids I usually draw them red and puffy [ex akaashi and kuro but people usually think its eye shadow] … I also draw eyelashes cuz I like eyelashes its my style! sometimes I add things to characters eyes that match there personality! Like Kenma I usually draw with red under eyebags !


the resemblance is uncanny 

Without You: Bloodstone (Part 1)

Genre: AU, werewolf, fantasy, angst

Warnings: language, violence, suggestive content

Summary: Werewolves, contrary to popular belief, are usually gentle creatures. Except for a very specific set of circumstances, they would never hurt a human (on purpose). The few unfortunate times when mistakes were made put a permanent dark mark on the beasts and people began labeling them as monsters. What the human population failed to recognize was the fact that they were protecting us from something much more sinister. Luckily, a few survived and the gene was passed down hereditarily until one day finding its way to me… in the form of my best friend.

Link to: Storyboard (reference pictures)Prologue | Masterlist | Next

Originally posted by tbhobi

Loyalty is often as blind as justice should be, as unstable as a lightning storm ought to be, and as misplaced as an opinion in the truth.

Chapter 1:

The night air is crisp, burning slightly but pleasantly in my throat and lungs with every rapid inhale. Overhead, the full moon casts a delicate, silvery glow on the surrounding trees, dappled pattern changing with every soft breeze. Leaves crunch under my shoes, making it easy to trace not only my whereabouts, but also his, even at a distance. I lighten my steps, hoping to buy myself a couple meters and thus a few more seconds.

The bag in my hand is heavy, but I force myself to put up with the weight a little longer. Taking my lips between my teeth, I press myself against one of the many trees that peppers the forest, sparse when standing among them, dense when taking it in as a whole.

I can hear him pause, listening for me.

Suddenly, it’s too quiet. The leaves have stopped rustling and my heartbeat sounds like a drum. Trying to further muffle my breathing, I place my free hand over my mouth, ears straining to find any sign of life. Where is he-?

My scream cuts through the night air as his warmth wraps around me, pinning my back to the rough bark, but stopping me from falling with a sure yet gentle grip. Jungkook’s nose presses into my hair, putting his lips right next to my ear as he says, tone teasing, “Gotcha.”

I push him away playfully, making sure the bag hits him, “How do you DO that?”

Pulling off the scarf I had wrapped around his head, covering his eyes, he shrugs, lightly rubbing his upper arm from the impact, “Maybe you’re just really bad at hiding, Eun-ah.”

“Yah! No, that’s definitely not it,” I laugh, walking around him; yet glancing over my shoulder to make sure he follows. “But if it makes a difference, that was the fastest one yet.”

Jungkook smiles as he jogs to catch up, “I’m getting better.”

“You’re getting CREEPIER,” I tease, eyes searching for the clearing, “Now help me find it.”

“Remind me why I’m doing this?”

“Because I play YOUR stupid games all the time and this only happens once a month,” I hoist the bag over my shoulder, a more comfortable resting position for its heavy contents. “I know you know where it is.”

“Yeah,” he sighs, wrapping his fingers around my wrist and guiding me forward, “I do.”

Despite us having gone there only twice, Jungkook guides me with the surety of a professional navigator. Within the first thirty seconds, I give up trying to recognize the trees that all look the same, instead choosing to watch my companion’s face. His features are tensed in concentration, but I’ve always thought the expression suited him.

Living in a rural town with a population that is constantly teetering on the edge of one thousand means it is easy to become best friends with a next door neighbor, especially one as sweet and smart (and handsome) as Jungkook. It also helps that we are two of less than sixty people around our age within a ten mile radius, but I still count myself as fortunate.

“You’re the best,” I tousle his dark hair before sprinting forward, into the field sprinkled heavily with bright purple and blue Hepatica flowers.

Jungkook follows me hesitantly, glancing at the tree line as if he’s expecting someone to emerge, but I ignore him, opting to throw down the heavy bag in the middle of the clearing and start sifting through the various rocks and jars of herbs.

“Eun, are you sure you should be messing with stuff like this?” his low, apprehensive voice makes me pause. Squatting like the well-mannered girl I am, I swivel around to look at him with a questioning expression, but my friend’s attention is locked on something above us, presumably, the moon.

“You were fine with it last month.”

A small, uncertain noise comes from the back of his throat, “Yeah, but this time, it feels different. Bad.”

“It’s not like I’m summoning demons,” I scoff humorously, locating and taking out the old leather bound book I had somehow found on Ebay of all places, “Divination is harmless.”

“Really? Because standing in a flower field at midnight during a full moon…” his sentence trails off as I find the second object I need, a cloth pouch, removing the smooth bloodstone carefully, running the pad of my thumb over the bright crimson speckles.

“I need to concentrate, strong smells help with that, I like the smell of Hepaticas, and this is the only place we can find a whole bunch of them,” I explain as I stand, glancing down at the text near my feet for further instruction. “And the book says the full moon will bring me closer to the spirits.”

The lack of protest from my usually highly responsive companion catches my attention and I can’t help but pause, turning to see if something is wrong. Unmoving, painted in the harsh, highly contrasted, yet grey tinted colors of night, Jungkook stands with his back to me, gaze still fixed on the unobscured moon above us. Suddenly, I notice how eerily silent it is, the air itself seeming to hang, suspended, stifling, which makes the hair on the back of my neck prickle.

“Are you okay?” I ask hesitantly, but receive no response. I’m not even sure he heard me, so I try again, taking a step toward him, “Yah, Jungkook-”

My friend immediately collapses.

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park jimin as your boyfriend

here is my fourth bts as your boyfriend for our lovely park jimin! i really hope you guys like this one, i was a bit iffy about it. but please enjoy and feel free to request for the groups i write for! 

Yoongi / Taehyung / Hoseok / Jungkook

Seventeen / Got7


- honestly jimin is a huge cuddler like sometimes you’ll wake up as the big spoon or lying on top of him literally. you just never know when it comes to him

- surprisingly, you both get up around the same time everyday so whoever wakes up first usually just stays in bed and waits for the other because ya’ll are adorable like that

- like jimin hogs the bathroom because he takes way too long showers and literally uses all the hot water and you get so mad but he’ll just smile real big and squish your cheeks to make your anger practically dissolve. (or ya know, he always suggests you can shower with him, which you rarely agree to. other times you just whack him with a towel and tell him to quit being greasy)

- sometimes though he asks if he can do something random like try to paint your nails or braid your hair in the morning and you’re kinda just like ‘uh i guess?’ and tbh he doesnt do a terrible job like the nail polish stays on the nail and braid is even kinda nice, high five jimin

- you are always forcing chim to eat his breakfast because he tries to skip it all the time so you are nearly force feeding him a banana or toasts every morning and he acts like he’s annoyed by it but secretly when he’s in the middle of practice, he’s so thankful for the extra energy 

- and he does the same to you because you never even remember to eat breakfast for yourself so he’ll prepare something like a bagel and have you eat it on the way to work

- he always walks you to your job first like a proper gentleman and you always give him a kiss on  the cheek and a big hug before going to work and he blushes like a little boy, its super cute

- jimin will be so good to you omg like i really think he’ll do cute things like “anonymously” sending you chocolates to work or giving you piggy back rides when your feet hurt from wearing heels like ughh how cute

- dates with jimin are really different because he really likes doing the whole being fancy and dressing up deal (he even buys you new clothes to wear out like..) but other times he likes to order like three pizzas and sit on the couch in minimal clothing while watching cartoons and it’s really lazy but then there are times when he wants to be really active like 'omg lets go take a random salsa dance class!’ or he signs you up for couple’s yoga lol

- he also likes going to the trampoline park with you. he has the time of his life literally  flipping off the walls and when you say you wanna try doing one he is like 'no way, sorry babe’ and you pout and use your puppy eyes until he gives in and helps you do a front flip but i mean you’re on a trampoline so you could really do it by yourself if you actually tried but jimin is a protective little shit

- speaking of being a protective little sit, when he took you to get your ears pierced, he was a anxious mess because sometimes you couldnt handle pain like that well and omg you were doing it voluntarily!! so he literally held your hand so tight and kept rubbing your back when in reality all you did was wince and cringe up a bit when they actually pierced your ear lol 

- he’s just really protective in general though. like that dude was checking out your butt? oh hell no, sometimes has to be said. 

- okay but hear me out- his giggle

- you sometimes tease him by calling him chimchim and tickle him under the chin or something and he’ll do that beloved giggle and its so adorable. you even recorded it once and listen to it when you miss him

- CUDDLE BUG STRIKES AGAIN like anytime he can, he cuddles up with you. it could be anywhere- the couch, in bed, while making dinner, in the car. he loves holding you in his arms and knowing you’re safe and warm. (when you guys cuddle, you almost always fall asleep on each other and the other members have like 100 embarrassing pictures of you like drooling and jimin with his mouth wide open from snoring)

- you like to wear his boxers sometimes when you cant find pants and he gets SO embarrassed but he also thinks its super hot and bites his lip

- well since lips was mentioned- just imagine his lips against yours, so soft and slow, making you feel like really lucky because he’s so passionate and loving. plus he’s probably into neck kissing like he loves kissing your neck, sometimes leaving hickies, sometimes not. when he’s mad, he kisses you like he’s going to lose you. his kisses then are hard and frequent and slightly rushed but still holding that affect that makes you need to fan your face

- on another note, you get nightmares sometimes, which of course makes you wake up scared and shaking and it literally breaks jimin’s heart so he’ll draw you in and begin singing really softly in your ear and rub your back in hypnotic circles until you go to sleep completely calm and content

- when you cry is another time that jimin will sing to you. he absolutely hates seeing you cry so he’ll sing in a silly but still melodic voice and hold your hands and sometimes he’ll spin you around and slow dance with you or he’ll just hold you close and rock you back and forth

- honestly you can always hear his voice from somewhere. he likes to sing in the shower, in the kitchen, along to jingles on the commercials, and especially to the radio in the car. you two like to go on drives at night and just look at the night and sing to slow songs in the car

- another one of jimin’s talents is dancing. he likes to try and teach you to dance. even if you’re rubbish, he praises you and you cant tell if he genuinely thinks you’re doing okay or if he just doesnt want you to give up. but you always continue to learn the choreography to his songs and having really bad dance battles with him and the other members and honestly you’re on the level below even seokjin and namjoon but they all still cheer for you when you go against jimin or hoseok and its a lot of fun 

- jimin always takes the time to praise your talent too, even if its something silly like your ability to apply chapstick he’s like 'yasss, just look at you being fantastic’ and tbh its very uplifting

- you two are always uplifting each other actually. he’s quite insecure a lot of the time to you give him compliments all the time. you sometimes write him little post-it notes that say things like “how are you so handsome?” and slip them into his coat pockets for later or you leave him little videos on his phone reminding him to eat and smile. he personally likes to send you inspiring quotes that sometimes come with a picture of him blowing you a kiss or something silly. you both never let the other feel like they arent loved

- the first time you guys said i love you was because jimin couldnt find his shoes he had to wear that day for some promotion and he was searching everywhere for them and so were you and eventually you found them like under the couch and you gave them to him and he was like 'omg you found them, i love you!’ and you legit freeze and drop the shoes and he covers his mouth and his eyes are wide and his cheeks are a bright red and he’s scared but then you start tearing up because he finally said it and then you two hug and you whisper in his ear how much you love him and he hugs you tighter and keeps kissing the side of your head

- your relationship with jimin is overall playful and comfortable and neither of you would want to spend your life with anybody else

Princess of Gotham

Joker x Reader x Harley

Prompt: Can u pls write something where Harley and the joker fight over the reader thanks

{A/N} I wasn’t sure if you meant in a romantic way or not, so I went with romantic. If you thought of another way don’t hesitate to let me know! I’ll write another one for you!
xo Harley

Warnings: Some slight smut.

Masterlist | Requests

“C’mon puddin’, lemme get a turn with her! Ya always get ta have all tha fun!” Harley whines from the office. 

J was sitting down at his desk planning the week out for the two of you- a private island vacation for a change, courtesy of the man he killed just days ago. He knew you were dying to get out and relax, and for once decided to be thoughtful before you decided to skip out on him all together. You awkwardly sit on the couch in the large living room, gazing out at the beautiful penthouse view. Lights flickered on and off throughout the buildings and for a moment, you wondered what might be going on in another apartment. 

“Harley, doll, what did I tell ya about tryin’ to dishevel daddy’s plans…” The tone in his voice was stern, annoyed with Harley. You could tell this would not bode well for her if she carried on.

“It’s just not fair Mistah J, I wanna take her out. Dancin’ or somethin’! She’s tired’a killin’ people for laughs, ya can tell! Just look at her!”

And so she carried on as usual, cruisin’ for a bruisin’.

The corners of your mouth automatically pull into a questioning frown. Did I really look that upset? It wasn’t that you were upset with murders and heists, really. You just felt stressed between them on occasion. They both have a thing for you, and you’re still adjusting to the lunacy that comes with that. Had someone asked you a few months ago if you’d have been in a love triangle like this, you’d have laughed and denied it wholeheartedly. But after a run in with them on a dark street, you found yourself to be the King and Queen of Gotham’s princess. 

That is exactly what I’m trying to do,” he growls, and you can just about hear his eyes rolling from the other room. 

Suddenly, you hear a glass break, causing you to jolt out of the haze you had mentally put yourself into. You’re already picturing J’s amber liquid flowing across the opulent hardwood flooring in the office. You keep your eyes on the window, pretending to be utterly distracted as you hear heavy footsteps coming closer to you and a deep roar following behind it as you’re suddenly swept up into the blondes hands and being tugged out of the penthouse. 

“Harley.. Maybe we should just stay in, all three of us! You know, it’ll be easier, more laid bac-”

“Forget about it sugar! We’re goin’ out! I don’t care what Mistah J has ta’-”

A loud yelp leaves your lips as you feel a hand clutch your shoulder, yanking you backwards and into his tight grip around you. As rough as he is, you can’t help but revel in his possessiveness. Harley’s face turns red as he begins to pull you through the door now, getting into the elevator, pressing the ‘close door’ button and waving at her with a sarcastic, manic grin. You can hear her screaming as she presses the button to bring the elevator back up incessantly. The two of you keep sliding downwards as sound of her frustration fades. 

“Whadda’ya wanna do, honey?” J starts, taking your shoulders into his hands before sliding them seductively behind your back and holding you close. “Anything- we can do anything ya want. Just say the word, it’s done. Tell daddy, and it’s done, done, done.”

His tone was sultry, but pushy. You know he’s trying to get an answer out of you before Harley catches up, but the way he speaks to you paired with the look in his glacier blue eyes sets off grenades in your heart. 

“I do wanna go dancing, but maybe somewhere other than the club for a change.. You know…” You bite your lip, hoping what you were going to say next wouldn’t offend your clown prince. “Somewhere classy.”

His expression tenses as he peers into your soul now. You just did exactly what you weren’t trying to, it seems. Quickly his face changes as the doors open and the blue and red harlequin rips you from his hands. 

“See ya, puddin’!” She exclaims before skipping off with you in tow once again.

“I can’t take this whiplash!” You complain, following her as she, in a rough but still endearing way, pulls you out of the doors and into the bustling street. People begin eyeing the two of you, practically cowering as she drags you down the sidewalk. You smile at the passersby, attempting to assure them this wasn’t entirely against your will as she turns a corner into an alley that always leads you back to the club that J owns. You sigh, wishing silently for just a second that you could go back to the penthouse, slump into the couch and binge on {F/S}, your secret guilty pleasure that you only partake in when you’re completely alone.

J isn’t following as the two of you run between the doors of the club. It’s the middle of the day, so of course there’s no loud music, no drunk people touching each other and you, making J want to blow everyone’s brains out, and making Harley cringe. There’s just you, Harley and an open bar. 

“See, we could have a ball, just tha’ two of us, sugar! We don’t need some island with Mistah J.” Harley muses, walking behind the bar and picking up bottles of liquor and syrups. Her eyes fall upon a glass jar full of cocktail umbrellas, and she reaches for a blue parasol and then a pink one before even starting the drinks.

You shrug and sit down, at least your mother won’t think you’ve gone missing for months on end. She just adored Harley, who often came over for dinner dressed casually with her hair pulled back when your mother invited you over and J was nowhere to be found. ‘Just for a taste of normal’ she would say.

“I could go for a cocktail I guess.” 

“That’s the spirit!” The blonde perks up as she pours concoctions into two glasses and slides one your way, moving around to your side of the bar and sitting next to you. 

Her small smile was heart melting as she absentmindedly tried her drink. “Not bad, maybe I shoulda been a bartender!” 

You try your own, pleasantly surprised at the cherry and blue raspberry cocktail. You lick your lip and grin, “Maybe you should be!”

Harley giggles, leaning your way slightly and wrapping an arm around your waist. 

“I gotta admit,” she starts, “I’m gettin’ a lil more jealous than usual with you an’ puddin’.. No, I don’t like it. But I can’t help it!” She begins arguing with the voices that occupy her mind just momentarily before looking back to you. “Sorry.” 

Her crimson grin widens as she leans in, dragging a finger across your cheek as she pushes a strand of {H/C} back. You lick your lips again just for a second as she leans in further, pressing her plump lips against yours with ease. Harley’s kiss wasn’t like J’s. It wasn’t nearly as possessive or needy. But it was loving, caring. You could tell her insanity wasn’t fully in fruition the way it was with J. And though she certainly was insane, she still had some wits about her.

You nip into her lower lip, hearing a small sigh and feeling it’s warmth escaping from Harley’s mouth. Your thoughts drift to what she just said, and you entertained the idea of Harley for a moment as her hand pulls you closer and her lips meet your neck now. 

Harley. Just Harley. Without J in the picture. The theory was beautiful, but your heart begins to race in a sudden panic at the thought of losing either of them. The same theory with just J and not Harley was beautiful, and the anxiety begins to settle in as she works at your shoulder now. You couldn’t live without either of them. This was the one thing you knew for certain.


I should kill you!” J’s voice roared from the doors that just swung open, shutting loudly behind him as he steps in and walks towards the two of you.

You try to compose yourself again and Harley licks her lips with a smirk, like a kitten interrupted from her milk. 

“Ya been tryin’ for years sweetie, that ain’t gonna change now!” She snorts, twisting around on her barstool and taking another drink. 

“Please,” you plead as he steps closer to Harley and pulls her out of her seat. He looked like a rabid tiger, and she had just stolen the last of his food. “You don’t have to fight over my time like this, we can do something together, just the three of us.. I promise!” Your voice squeaks at the end, and you’ve found your place as the mouse in this wild food chain. 

He throws Harley back down into the seat and looks towards you. His eyes pierce through you as they do when he’s thinking of something ferocious. 

“And what do ya wanna do, sweetheart? With just the three of us?”

You swallow hard, breathing a bit staggered as you try to think of a master plan on a dime that would please everyone as he continues.

“Ya know we don’t share often, doll face, if ever. It’s just been her and I… you’ve thrown a little wrench into our system now..” 

He twists your seat so you’re facing Harley now and leans down, placing his chiseled jawline on your shoulder as his hand slides down between your breasts and to your core over your skirt. He leaves his hand there, and you can feel it’s warmth radiating as his other hand tangles itself up in your hair. 

The fire in Harley’s cerulean eyes flickers as she shifts in her seat, and you can tell he’s teasing her just as much as he’s teasing you, and pissing her off even more than that.

His hand slides past your skirt and onto your bare {S/T} thigh, and you can tell his eyes are on no one and nothing but his queen. You’ve become a pawn in their game now, a dirty toy, and you know there’s nothing you can do about it. You’d be lying though, if you said that you didn’t enjoy every single, aching second of it.

Harley’s legs shift open just slightly as she swivels in the stool, biting into her own lower lip. This causes him to slide his hand up your skirt now, not caring about exposing you as the fabric bunches over his wrist. You can feel something engorged on your back, and it doesn’t take even a few seconds to realize it isn’t his gun. 

The air is heavier it seems, as his fingers reach your wet core, causing it to grow even wetter at his touch. He pulls your {F/C} panties aside as he watches her coming undone before him. You can hear a moan leave her throat as she slides off of the stool and onto her knees. Her stretches his finger, grazing your folds slightly as he gestures for her to come closer. You bite your lip now as she sits up, bringing her face closer to your sweet spot. 

Go on, Harls,” he rasps, his own breath heavy on your neck. 

You whine slightly, wanting nothing more in this moment than to have somebody to something to you. She moves even closer, and your eyes dart to her blonde pigtails, then to her ruby lips that you’re about to share color with on a set of your own. You embrace the warmth of her breath now caressing your flesh, and you can almost feel what she’s about to do already. She parts her lips a little further as her tongue slides past them, gently flicking against the glistening wetness that now coats your folds. 

J’s hand grips onto the back of your head heartily, and you realize he’s waiting to see her taste you even more just as bad as you want her to. 

Moaning and already desperate for the attention they were about to pay you, your hips push just slightly toward her face, closing your eyes. You hear a short giggle, and much to your dismay, Harley suddenly pops up, now standing in front of you instead. You open your eyes as she places her hands on your shoulders as she squeezes them gently. J growls as he once again faces a defeat. 

From the corner of your eye you can see her lean in to peck J on the lips. You sigh, a frown tugging at your {F/C} lips as you reach for the drink she made you. His hand slides from your inner thigh to the small of her back as you close your legs again. You take another sip and try to come back down to earth. 

“Fine..” she coos at him, “We can go on your lil’ vacation." 

Harley was rarely the peacekeeper, but you can tell that the idea of endless cocktails and threesomes on a sunny getaway to a private beach had an effect on her as her eyes drifted towards the ceiling in an absentminded yet still thoughtful cloud. 

"We can always dance on the beach,” you say, pretending to be upset about your idea being thrown out all together. 

You have to admit, you hardly ever traveled, and the idea of a vacation got you excited just as well. I guess mom will just have to wait… 

They both look to you now, grinning their sinister grins as you stand up, smoothing down your skirt and rolling your eyes with a smile in return.

Man bath: a how-to guide

Because this is necessary.
(More of a list of materials than a guide)

•Be a man (penis optional)
•Some form of tub(?) for water to be in
•A towel (obvious? You’d be surprised)
•Desire/willingness to be clean, relaxed, smell good, happy, extra manly, feel generally better, etc.

•Bath/Epsom salts
•Essential oils/extracts (I use vanilla &/or mint extract or lavender essential oil)
•You can also use flower petals (whole or crushed, dried or fresh), loose tea leaves, and some types of herbs (thyme works well)
•Bubble bath (can substitute body wash/shampoo; I’m currently using SpongeBob SquarePants all-in-one shower gel/shampoo/conditioner, mango tango scented.)
•Lotion or moisturiser for after (I like aloe lotion. Anything’s good tho.)
•Candles (for lighting; scented ones are 👍🏻)
•A snack & drink (yes)
•Books (I’ve got Dragon Tears by Dean Koontz & Eight Tales Of Horror by Edgar Allen Poe 👌🏻)
•Hair tie, if you have hair long enough to annoy you. Trust me, it’s good. (Plus: man bun)
•Some sort of sound. Music, a podcast, whatever. (Silence counts as a sound)
•Bath or water-friendly toys (I have a rubber frog, two turtles (one just floats, the other has a little propeller & the fins move), & an owl squirt toy.)
•Whatever else you think would be cool

•Don’t be stupid like me & use your phone while in the bath. Drop chances are high, and your phone will be ruined.
•Dry your hands before reaching for your snacks/book/whatever, keep your towel close.
•Hot water is good.
•Shower too, immediately before or after your bath. Wash and shave yourself then.
•Wait until after midnight when everyone’s asleep. It’s so quiet I love this.
•If you have gauged piercings of any sort, esp. eat lobes (which I do), Epsom salt is a major 🔑. Feels amazing, too.
•If you have tattoos, take the time to admire them. Seriously. They look different when dry, wet, under water, normal lighting, candlelight. ✌🏻️
•Remove your piercings (unless very new) for at least like 30 seconds soaking. Again, Epsom salt.
•Lucky motherfucker & have a beard? Beards need soaking. Beards need essential oil rubbed into them. Beards need love.
•You have dreadlocks? Dreads need soaking. Dreads need essential oil rubbed into them. Dreads need love.
•Same goes for all hair tbh
•Actually no, your entire body. Do it.

You’re welcome ✌🏻️

Say Michael - Michael Clifford Smut

Summary: Your brothers friend Mikey and you don’t really know one another but you have a little bit of chemistry bubbling just below the surface.

Word count: 2.2K

You would think that working in an ice cream parlour would have some great advantages but I can assure you that none of them are worth it. I don’t care how good the ice cream is, it’s totally not worth it. Especially in my work. My work has a uniform in place which is a pink and white striped pinafore and a wicker hat, yes a wicker hat. We also have to have our hair tied back and barely any makeup is allowed. Try and look good whilst wearing that, not even a supermodel could pull it off. Believe me I’ve tried every trick in the book but I think it’s the wicker hat, it’s unbeatable. Also add to my list of ever growing pains is working on a Saturday whilst it’s scorching outside and no air conditioning. Yes, I think that just about sums up how I’m feeling right now.

Obviously because it’s so hot out everyone has came flooding in too. Days like these feel like they last an eternity, it’s just and endless flow of people in and out the door. Normally in a job you’d like to be kept busy but when you’re sweating and on your feet all day it drags in. At least the freezers work and the ice cream is cold, that’s a welcome distraction on my break.

I shuffled over to the sink near the back and wet a paper towel before placing it on my forehead, just trying to cool down for a quick second before I had to go and serve another customer. Before I knew it the bell on the door chimed, cutting my indulgence short. I threw the towel in the bin and walked around to the counter only to be met by my brothers smug face.

“Y/N, you look like shit!” He exclaimed, laughing lightly. I rolled my eyes, a taunting from my big brother is not something I’m up for today.

“Derek would you please just piss off. I’m having a shit day and you’re not helping!” I quickly looked through to the back to see if my manager was around, he doesn’t like me serving family, mainly he just doesn’t like my brother and I don’t blame him either, he’s a pain in the ass.

“Y/N, that’s not a very nice way to speak to your customers now is it?” He smiled at me with that stupid smug look on his face. What I’d give to be able to punch him right now.

“You know that you look like you just stepped out of Mary Poppins right?” He taunted, pushing my hat back and trying to knock it off my head. I grabbed my hat and slapped his hand away. Then I noticed that his friend started laughing too, I turned my focus towards him, I’ve never seen him before. He was tall, like really tall. He must be over six foot. His hair was black and messy but at the same time it looked like he’d styled it to perfection. He had an eyebrow piercing too, accentuating his bright green eyes and really red plump lips that contrasted against his pearly white teeth. His denim jack was rolled up at the sleeves too, showing off his tattoos on his arms and hands. I always liked tattoos, I had some of my own that I loved and would most probably be getting more. He was nothing like the guys that Derek normally hangs around with, he seemed a little darker.

I studied him over for a second before snapping back into reality “If you two aren’t going to but anything then you can get out.” I stated crossing my arms over my chest.

The boy with the green eyes stopped laughing and bit his lip as he snickered away. What an asshole.

“Okay, okay. Don’t get your knickers in a twist, I’m only teasing” Derek said, holding his hands up.

“Mikey, do you want anything?” He turned to look at the boy with the green eyes who looked at me again “Nah I’m fine” he crossed his arms across his chest to mimic my actions as he gave me a side smile. Urghh this guy is a dick, but a hot dick. He so frustrating.

“Okay well, I’ll just get a vanilla smoothie ….. pleaseee

Ever since Derek came into my work with Mikey, he’s been on my mind. How can I get so hung up on one guy that I met briefly. I mean I didn’t even speak to him, this is mad!

But it just so happens that today when I came downstairs that my thoughts became a reality.

“No way man, I’m not going to hang about while you suck the face off your girlfriend” I heard Mikey moan. Yeah I get that, Derek and his girlfriend were not a treat to be around, all they done was suck face.

“She said that her cousin might be there?”

“Who? The one from last time? No thanks, I think I’ll pass”

“Well dude it’s your choice but I’m going to go and get me some!” I walked into the kitchen as Derek hopped off the counter.

“Hey sis, maybe you should keep Mikey company because it looks like he’s going to be all by himself again!” He pointed to Mikey laughing before he left the kitchen leaving me and him in an awkward silence.

“You look … different.” I looked over to see him looking me up and down. I had a shift button up dress shirt on today and my makeup and hair was done to perfection. The sexual tension in the room between us was palpable, it’s like our breathing had gotten heavier and suddenly that’s all I could hear, he’s all I could feel.

“Well I don’t actually wear the wicker hat all the time. Sorry to disappoint you” I quipped. I pulled myself up onto the island that Derek had just left, sitting myself straight across from him.

Mikey pushed off the counter and walked towards me, biting that red lip as he came closer. “That’s a shame, I really liked that hat.” He moved in a little closer and placed his hands at either side of me, trapping me between his arms and piercing gaze.

“But I like this look better, who knew what was under that hat” he mumbled, brushing some hair out of my face. I closed my eyes for a second at his touch, my mouth parting slightly as my breath stuck. “What are you doing?” I managed to eventually say. My body wanted this but my mind was a little taken aback. Should I give in to my feelings?

“I see the way you look at me Y/N, you look like you’d like to see what’s under here too. Am I right?” He purred, licking his lip as he waited on my response. He green eyes expectant as he stared at my lips, eager for the words to come out.

“Yeah, you’re right” I said as I yanked on his jacket, pulling him closer to me before crashing my lips against his. All of my fears and doubts just melted away as soon as he was on my lips. His hands slipped up my back, holding me closer to his body as he slipped his tongue across my bottom lip. I parted my lips and he deepened the kiss, exploring my mouth with his tongue. I wanted to taste more of him, my body was aching for him.

I reached my hands up and ruffled them in his hair, holding his face close to me while I moaned into his mouth. He pulled my bum to the edge of the counter, pressing his groin against me. I could feel him twitch beneath his jeans and a rush of heat swelled over my body, I wanted him completely.

I pulled away from the kiss and Mikey continued to kiss all down the side of my neck “Take your clothes off!” I said in a hurried whisper. He stopped kissing and looked back up to me, his lips a little swollen and his eyes wild.

“Are you sure?” He asked hesitantly.

“Yes, I’m sure” I hooked my fingers in the waist of his jeans and pulled him closer to me, trying to unbutton them quickly but the rough fabric was proving trickier than I first anticipated. Mikey pulled his T-shirt up and over his head like a kid in a locker room. His skin was beautiful though, it caught my eye immediately. His shoulders looked bigger, stretching out a lot further than I thought. My fingers faltered for a second, the glimmer from his chest distracting me. Mikey started working on the buttons at the front of my dress, making quick work of them.

I managed to undo his jeans eventually and pulled them down along with his boxers. His dick stood hard and tall, it was a lot bigger than I’ve ever seen before. The veins running along it were thick and pulsing, running up to his pink cherry tip. He looked up to my stunned face, cocking his pierced eyebrow at me.

“Disappointed babe?” He purred. He knew he was big and there was no hiding the surprise on my face about it.

“You can stop with the smug grin all the time” I pushed against his shoulder slightly, trying to wipe that smirk off. He laughed lightly but continued to do it. 

“I think that you like it, I think you like when I’m a little bit of an asshole to you” Well he wasn’t wrong, he was actually right on the money. I did like it though, it made me want to punch him and kiss him all at the same time, extremely frustrating.

“You don’t know what I like yet” I winked at him before finishing undoing my buttons on my dress and sliding it off my shoulders. Mikey reached around with one hand and undone my bra in a quick second, pulling it off and throwing it to the floor.

He let out a groan at the sight of my chest and wasted no time attaching his lips to my neck again, fondling my breasts lightly. I tilted my head back to give him better access to my neck and chest.

He was working my body up, leaving me breathless as he touched me in all the right places. I slipped my hand between us and grabbed his cock. Pumping him slowly to begin with then working my speed up. He stopped kissing my neck and started nibbling on my ear, letting me hear every soft moan and breathless gasp that left his lips.

“Y/N please … I’m going to cum” He mumbled in my ear.

“Do you want to cum all over my tits and stomach Mikey?”

He shook his head a little as his head tilted back “No baby, I want to cum with you” He whined, clearly finding it hard to talk whilst I was pleasing him.

I slowed my hand down and he grabbed at my underwear, tearing it down my legs. His eyes were locked on my dripping core now.

“You’re all wet babe … so .. so wet” He slicked two fingers up my entrance and lightly traced my clit. I lay back on the cool marble of the island spreading my legs for him and watching him harden even more.

“Please Mikey … please” I pleaded with him as he lined himself up with me. He grabbed my hands, entwining his fingers with mine before pushing in. All I could feel in every part of my body was pleasure. Mikey’s eyes darkened as he held onto my hips, grabbing at the skin before pounding into me.

“Oh fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” I cried out whilst he continued to snap his hips forward, reaching deeper and deeper inside me.

“Say my name baby, say Michael. I wanna hear you scream it.” He lulled.

“Michael, please Michael! Please, please” I was right on the cusp of my orgasm. My stomach was tightening and that delicious feeling was spreading through my body. Michael brought his hand down to my clit and started to rub soft sloppy circles around it.

“SHIT MICHAEL! YES!” I grabbed onto his forearms and dug my nails in slightly, my orgasm washing over my full body. Michael continued to rub my clit softly to ride me through my orgasm. His hips slowing as he reached his sweet release.

“I’m cuming, I’m cuming Y/N. Shit” He breathed out a loud gruntled moan at the end. The kind that makes my insides erupt, hearing that sexy sound. He took a second before he pulled out but he didn’t pull away, he helped me sit back up and wrapped his arms around my shoulders.

 He kissed the top of my head “That was amazing” he breathed out.

“Yeah it was” I settled into his chest, hearing his heart beat slow back down again.

“Maybe we shouldn’t tell your brother about this” he giggled a little.

“Yeah, I agree” I laughed pulling out of the hug and redressing again.

“I mean, I’d rather that we were dating if I was going to tell him anything” he squinted his eyes a little.

“Is that your lame attempt of asking me out Michael?” I used his full name, he obviously likes it better and so do I.

A huge smile spread across his face and his eyes closed a little as he smiled. “Kinda” he laughed.

“As long as you never mention that hat ever again.” I bit my lip as I slid off the counter, looking up into those green eyes.

“I can’t make that kind of promise babe.” he chuckled.

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Piercings and tattoos are my aesthetic… but it’s a contradiction because I’ve only two earrings and a single ear piercing… 
But the shoes are actually mine! I have both pairs! 

P.S. I’m not actually taking requests at the moment! This one got accidentally out of hand. However if you really would like to request something I’ll be happy to do a quick sketch of it when I have the will and the time to do it (and of course if you ask kindly, thank you).

100 Days of Character Development

Day XI

What does your voice sound like?

“It’s not rough by any means if that’s what you’re getting at. Though light with the Gilnean Accent, I don’t have the cut to my words. I do admit when I get pissed, it does come out. You turns to ‘Ya’ and so on. For the actual sound of it? Think maybe a second soprano, it can go a little low at times and a little high, but never reaching that piercing nasally sound that makes you want to gouge your ears out with a spoon. Why a spoon you ask? Because it’s dull and it’ll take longer.”

Types as people I’ve met in real life (INTJ POV)

I saw this idea on Tumblr from a fellow INTJ and decided to give it a shot (if anyone knows who am I talking about just message me, I cannot remember the blog’s name and it was a cool one).


-Cute. Terribly cute.

-Awkwardly popular.

-Why do you always end up dating the dumb one? Seriously, your brain needs more than that.

-Confusing social experiments. Asshole behind a smile. You say you are completely socially individualistic, but your own actions betray you.

-Actually hard-working, but in a different way.


-Aesthetic goals. Seriously. 


-Can be very serious and all of a sudden a walking rainbow.

-Appears to be on drugs, actually the fittest and healthiest people out there.

-Most loyal people ever.


-So expressive it’s cute.

-Effortlessly cool.

-Some are lowkey attention-seekers, others are painfully socially awkward and insecure. Then there are the bitchiest of them all, willing to manipulate everyone for their own needs.


-Loves to look at the sunset 24/7.


-Listen, if you are in the grip of Se, don’t listen to ESFP’s advice. You’ll end up fucking everything up.

-Sports, parties, friends. So active.

-Eyes like balloons. Look at me when I’m talking to you motherfucker.

-Very expressive, like an ISFP with more dramatic eyebrows.

-Socially intelligent. Can be introspective, for like 2 milliseconds.



-Somewhat obnoxious. 

-Actually intelligent and charming (until you get to know them well).

-Make up cool brothers. Have lots of love to give, cannot process well their emotions though.

-So. Fucking. Proud. ADMIT WHAT YOU DO WRONG!! Thanks.


-Why don’t you like animals? You make me feel weird. I’m always kissing my pets and cuddling with them. (And forget about them for a long while and whenever a dog that isn’t mine wants to play with me I ignore it. Yeah… I get it)

-Fashion style on point. (Usually)

-Those who are mature are really great to talk to.

-We dislike hugs! High-five my homie!

-Sarcasm. Lots of. Oh, and eye rolls.

-Stare that pierces. Huge presence.


-Calm the fuck down.

-Yo, great leading skills but you can’t surpass me intellectually. I’m sorry.

-Organization skills 10010000/10. I envy you.

-Makes me feel stupid when I can’t remember any date and they do x6565658.

-Their Ne is obvious. They are always dynamite.

-Awesome group work.


-Forgets you saved their life a hundred times and proceeds to treat you like shit over and over again because… Emotional issues.

-Actually very lovely (those who are healthy).

-Romantic. Dreamy.

-Energetic af. You will know about them. Always screaming and doing shit.

-Romanticize everything.


-How can you be so pure?

-Amazing memorization.

-A+ student but not very intellectual.

-Can be blunt with those they love, for their own good.

-Always smiling (if Fe is well-developed). How do you do that?


-Holy shit, man. Holy shit.

-Again, another type that HAS to calm down.

-Stop doing what others want you to do.

-Were assholes when kids, now they feel guilty about it.

-You can’t stare at them without laughing.

-Those with prominent Se are crazy.

anonymous asked:

How do you think the members of got7 would react to finding out their girlfriend has both nipples pierced?!

Aye I’m happy you sent this one in because I’m considering getting mines done lol. But the boys reaction would be: 

Jaebum: I think he may be a little surprised that you had your nipples pierced but it’s something he definitely wouldn’t mind and would use it to tease you in the bedroom. 

Jinyoung: He’d be shocked because I feel like Jinyoung would fall for the ‘pure/innocent’ type but once he found out about your piercing he would learn to get used to it because it’s your body and he’ll love you no matter what. 

Jackson: This would definitely catch his interest like we all know Jackson loves to ask questions so expect some along the lines of ‘How did you get it done? Did it hurt? Wait who pierced you? Was it a guy?!?!?!” One nights when you two are in bed, his hand would travel up your shirt and carefully brush along your nipple not in an entirely sexual way but because he’s just so curious about them. 

Mark: He’s the type to not get surprised by a lot of things so I expect Mark to be pretty chill about finding out the news of your hidden piercing. He might say something like ‘You know, I already figured you had them pierced. I’m just glad I know now.” 

Youngjae: Oh the poor baby’s mind would certainly go into the gutter and every time he sees you his eyes would go straight to your chest as a blush crept on his cheeks or until you say “Eyes up here babe” Making him even more embarrassed for staring. 

Bam Bam: Like Jackson, he would be curious and would want to see the actually piercings. He may even joke around and say “Should I do mine’s too :P”

Yugyeom: I think he’d react the way Mark would like he’s fine with it and it’s not that surprising to him either. But he may blush every now and then when he sees you naked and the actual piercings in front of his eyes. 

anonymous asked:

what if when u were hanging out with badboy mingyu someone (like your parents or sibling or someone else w authority to ground you) saw u and they were like what r u doing with a boy like that!!! what would poor mingyu do :(

  • well first off mingyu’d be like ‘i can’t believe people think im a bad influence, it’s probably because im this tall’ and you’d be like ‘sorta, also you’re kinda intimidating’ and he’d be like me??? intimidating??? 
  • you’d point to all the piercings in his ear and the bomber jacket he’s got on and the fact that fellow badboy wonwoo is his best friend and he’d be like u know what…..maybe i do come off a little mean…..
  • but at the same time he’d really want to prove to your parent/sibling that he’s a good guy and that he just wants to protect you 
  • he’d probably be like “ask them if i can come over for dinner” and you’d be like ok,,,, and ofc when u ask they’re like “you want MINGYU to come over to dinner?” and you’d be like yes omg he’s not that bad
  • so mingyu comes over for dinner and actually wears like a button down and combs his hair and takes out a lot of his piercings but your family is still wary until mingyu starts talking about how he’s really good at like calculus and wants to be an investment banker and everyone at the table is like 0: 
  • he’s also super mannered and helps with the dishes and talks to your family about literature and like current events
  • by the end of the night your family loves him
  • when you walk him out to catch the bus home you’re like ‘do you really wanna be an investment banker?’ and mingyu snorts like ‘no, i wanna be in a rockbound but like your parents don’t need to know that hehe’ 

A/N: This was supposed to be short but oh well. I’m so sorry for what i wrote, prepare tissues…

Pairing: J Hope x Reader


Originally posted by junghosyub

Everyone has scars. Some are just more prominent. You have a few, not too many but their significant. Important milestones of your life, sad or happy. 

Like the one on your left arm, just above the elbow. A thin silver line, three to four inches long. It reminded you of that summer day. Warm, you were laughing at the beach with Hobi and the other boys. When you accidentally tripped over a bag Yoongi had left in the open. Arm scraping a branch your scream pierced the air. Silence as everyone stared at you, blood trickling down your arm. It wasn’t that bad, you laughed about it later one. About ten stitches because you were clumsy and Yoongi was lazy. Hobi freaked out. It was hella funny later on.

Or the ones on your calf when you were running in the rain, away from everything. You were running from everything you had ever known. Happiness, laughter, you were done the minute your heart couldn’t take any more. 

You were trying to out run the sun, crying a river of tears before slipping on the sidewalk, skidding on your side across the street. Hobi really thought you were done for. Screaming he ran to you, crying telling you that he’d protect you. You couldn’t out run the sun, the warmth and safety pulled you back. Tiny silver scars lined your calf reminding you why you felt that pain. Reminding Hoseok that he needed to protect you from a lot of things. The mean fans, your clumsiness, but most of all, your mind.

The one when you got in that fight in the middle of winter. Long jagged lines decorating your back. Fights with Hoseok were no doubt the worst, but this one was catastrophic, and It was hard, on both of you. 

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punk/nerd!Levi & pastel!Eren in highschool

submitted by not-into-frying-pans 

So all of your posts inspired me and— wait, when did this become more than a drabble??? oops.

I’m thinking of writing more, so please do tell me what you think <3


Eren was getting better at avoiding the stares she got now that she started wearing what she wanted to, not what people expected her in. Her friends were all fine with it, in fact many of them were encouraging (Krista, for instance, had bought her about twenty flower crowns), and that was what mattered most. The occasional glare from some dickhead wasn’t important.

That didn’t mean it didn’t suck. As much as Eren knew that the people she loved would always support her, sometimes the comments and looks she got completely ruined her day. It didn’t help that Armin was sick today, either. He was usually her anchor in cases like this, someone she could stick to, someone who reassured her that there was nothing wrong with her. Her other best friend Mikasa would help too, but Mikasa’d graduated last year and was attending some high-class college.

Keeping her head down so it would be harder to see her (honestly, that didn’t do shit, she was still wearing lavender lipstick to match the rest of her outfit), Eren made her way to her locker. She stopped in her tracks when she noticed the sticky note glued to it. Instead of some insult, it read, “You should wear lavender more often, cutie. Makes you look like you belong in a museum for all the world to admire you.” A bright blush creeped onto her cheeks and ears, and she couldn’t help a smile. Carefully, she placed the note in a folder, planning to take it home and stick it on her mirror.

The notes didn’t stop like Eren had worried, not at all. There was one every day for Eren and Armin to gush over. Armin kept trying to convince Eren to find out who was sending them, but the brunet didn’t know how to do that. Walking up to everyone in the school and saying, “Hey, did you send me these really adorable notes? I think I kind of have a crush on you even though we’ve never met” definitely wouldn’t work.

Eren was a boy the day he saw him. There were some people at school that you simply didn’t mess with, and the guy currently pressing a note to Eren’s locker definitely looked like one of them. He had black hair, kept in a neat undercut, and was wearing a collar around his neck. Not only that, he was dressed in leather pants that clung to his legs, along with a too-big t-shirt with some bandlogo that Eren didn’t recognize. What drew Eren in, though, were the tattoos and piercings. Intricate designs snaked up the stranger’s arms, some even went halfway up his neck. He had snake bites and a septum, as well as an eyebrow bar and ear piercings Eren couldn’t name.

He was hot.

“E-excuse me?” Eren mentally cursed his voice for sounding so squeaky.

The other turned around and Eren felt like he’d melt under the steely gray gaze. For a second, the boy looked almost emotionless, then a gentle smile graced his lips. Fuck, he’s even hotter when he smiles. “Eren.”

“Y-you’ve been leaving these notes for me for weeks now, and I just wanted to… to thank you. They’ve, um, really helped a lot, and I put them up on my mirror so I see them every day and they boost my confidence and I just really wanted to find out who was writing them because you’re really sweet and I’m so thankful to you–” He cut himself off when he realized he was rambling. "So… what’s your name?“

“Levi.” His voice was as soft as his smile; a striking contradiction to his exterior. “You don’t know how happy it makes me to hear that, pretty one. I was almost worried I was boring you.”


Levi reached out and rested his fingers on the fluffy material of Eren’s sweater, just above the brunet’s wrist. "Good.“

"Can we, like, hang out sometime?” Eren bit his lip.

“Of course, beautiful,” Levi replied, his fingers moving downwards until they wrapped around Eren’s hand. “I was going to ask you out, actually.”

“Like on a date?!”

“That was what I was hoping for.”

Eren glanced down at their entwined hands. He wears black nail polish. “I’d love that.”

The wonderful thing about dating Levi was being one of the few who knew about all of his little quirks. Not that Levi ever told Eren any of them - they just happened. For instance, the first time Eren visited the other’s apartment, he spent the first half hour being shocked at how clean everything was, and the next half hour being shocked at Levi’s “transformation”.

“I’ll be right back, love,” Levi had said.

Eren nodded, too busy staring at his reflection in the glass table. He was wearing his lavender lipstick again today - it was Levi’s favorite, and no matter what gender Eren was at the moment, he loved wearing it. It meant extra kisses, and Levi’s kisses were amongst Eren’s list of things he wanted most.

When Levi came out of his room again, the brunet’s jaw dropped. Gone was the collar he so loved to wear. Gone were the tight leather pants, the combat boots, the piercings. Levi was dressed in a pair of gray leggings and a fuzzy, white, oversized sweater. He was wearing black thick-rimmed glasses and his hair was slightly messed up from changing. Not only his clothes had changed, though, his entire attitude did. He almost seemed… self-conscious?

Not wanting his boyfriend to have to worry a second longer, Eren rushed over and pulled him in a tight hug, kissing his cheek. “How come you just get more and more attractive every time I see you?”

Levi snorted, but it was obvious he was relieved. “Maybe you need to get your eyes checked.”

“I’m pretty sure they’re working just fine,” Eren laughed. Levi was smaller than him, but right now it was the first time the brunet actually fully noticed that. They sat down on the couch and Eren loved the way the other snuggled against him, no longer having to take care of his hard, cold image.

“You know… the whole note thing actually didn’t start because I’m a genius when it comes to wooing pretty people.”

“Oh?” Grinning, Eren raised an eyebrow. “Then why did you do it?”

The shorter took a few moments before admitting, “I couldn’t get myself to talk to you. Every time I saw you, it was like you were this beautiful flower goddess, and then there was me - a giant nerd who avoids getting picked on by looking like he could beat people up. And actually beating people up, occasionally.” He laughed softly. “Don’t get me wrong, I love wearing those clothes, and I love my tattoos and piercings. Still, I felt like I didn’t deserve someone as absolutely perfect as you.”

Eren chewed on his lower lip, but stopped when he remembered the lipstick. “I’m not perfect though.”

“Yes, you are. And I’m planning on telling you every day for the rest of your life, Eren Jäger. You are the most perfect, beautiful, absolutely amazing person I have ever met, and that will never change.”

When Levi dropped Eren off that night, his lips and neck were tinted a light lavender.

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Animals having built-in weapons is nothing extraordinary. Think of an elephant’s tusks or a rhino’s horn, a scorpion’s tail and pincers, or beetles like Heracross’ nose. Gallade’s weapons are in his elbows; sharp, strong and ready to fight.

The interesting thing about Gallade is how its blades extend. Full on, X-men’s wolverine-style retractable elbow blades. I can see why this would be useful. When Gallade isn’t fighting, he certainly doesn’t want to harm anyone on accident. You don’t want your pokémon to kill a man from accidentally elbowing him in the ribs. Hiding the blades away also protects them from getting dulled or damaged over time. Like a true knight, Gallade keeps his swords sheathed when not in battle. But how?

There’s more examples of this in our nature then you’d think. The retractable claws of cats, for example. Not all species of cats have retractable claws, but those that do involve a simple tendon that pulls the claw out of its sheath when they tense up. The same effect as you flexing your muscles.

The cooler, weirder, and more extreme examples are found in amphibians. For example, there is a certain species of salamander, called the Iberian ribbed newt, which has a very unique defensive strategy. They have very sharp ribs, which are usually inside their bodies (like ribs should be). But, when they are in danger, they will contort their bodies to the point where their ribs will actually poke through their skin and offer themselves as weapons.

Or how about the Cameroon Hairy Frog, which will break its own bones to get claws to pierce through its skin, with no way or retracting them other than to let them shrink back in over time?

I don’t think Gallade is quite that extreme, but these animals are so cool what do we even need pokémon for? In any case, Gallade’s elbows are retractable like claws, which kick in when he needs defense or when he’s ready to fight.

Gallade’s elbow-blades contain mechanisms like claws, which allow him to extend and retract them when he needs to.

The ralts line has always been one of my favorites, and writing this post only solidifies that. Gallade is a gentleman x-men swordsman knight who fights with biological weapons in his forearms. How cool is that?

Gillian Anderson on Chris Evans - The Highlights

You can listen again here - it should be available worldwide by later on this morning - Gillian shows up at about 2h30 (she was really late because we have bad storms and terrible traffic :()

  1. They introduced her as a “redeeming angel”. I’m down with that!
  2. She came in heckling - after being very late Chris congratulated the guests on not talking through the sport roundup and Gillian jokingly took credit (despite the fact she was the only one I did hear talking in the background :P)
  3. Apparently Gillian unknowingly helped Chris’ best friend carry a load of beer from the bar at a Coldplay gig because he was struggling to carry it. The friend, understandably, has never quite recovered.
  4. The traffic was so bad she joked that she had to throw her kids out of the car and leave them with a random parent at the school gate Before anyone starts yammering - she then clarified she was joking and that she knew the parent and the car was a standstill :P
  5. When made to recap the Fall in its entirety in like 30 secs she did a great job and then complained she was terrible! Typical Gillybean.
  6. The other people on the show had had a running joke calling the X-Files X-Factor while they were waiting for her and of course she didn’t understand so corrected them and then was baffled and then styled it out with sarcasm.
  7. Chris asked if she’d ever considered a piercing in her punk years and she said that she’d actually got it, and then laughed at him when he siad he was getting to that part, She had no time for the silliness. She then told an anecdote about getting her nose pierced on holiday in London at 16, not being able to find anywhere in Grand Rapids to get it changed after 2 weeks and trying to do it herself with pliers in the bathroom. She fainted!
  8. All the guests couldn’t get over how good she looked. This wasted like a solid minute but I can’t really blame them. She said she was trying to work less and rest more and had had the summer off and a good nights sleep so that was probably it!

So nothing particularly exciting but some cute soundbites and laughing and Gillian goodness as per. It was all a bit rushed because she was so late but hey… at least he didn’t ask about silk shirts

anonymous asked:




Okay, but hear me out. What if all the “girly quotes” have to be things Derek already knows, and Derek is a giant book nerd, right? So the closest thing he gets to “girly quotes” are all the classic romance novels he has read! So he just randomly starts quoting lines from Pride and Prejudice and Jane Eyre and every other romantic novel he has read under the sun. 

SO PICTURE THIS. Derek watching Stiles pouring through books on how to reverse the spell because the pack is not tracking the witch down fast enough and Derek’s condition is getting worse. And it warms Derek’s heart that Stiles is doing that for him. Sure, he is still teasing him at every opportunity and he may also have recorded Derek more than once for “blackmail purposes”, but the point is Derek knows the only kind of “blackmail” Stiles would ever carry out would be food related. And maybe Derek starts thinking about what it would be like to argue with Stiles over dinner every night, playing rock-paper-scissors to see who would wash the dishes, and he doesn’t mean to but accidentally just starts quoting the letter from Persuasion?!?! Do you know the one, nonnie?!?!   “You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever.” And Scott, who has been standing beside him the whole time, probably drops the mug he is holding, staring at Derek wide-eyed because what?! And Derek looks at him pleadingly because Stiles didn’t hear and he doesn’t want to bring him into this, not when he’s pretty convinced he is dating Caitlin. Stiles hasn’t actually said anything like that, but this is Derek, so of course he thinks Caitlin is a fool if she is not dating Stiles. But Scott just smiles and pats him on the back and tells him not to worry. Whatever that means. 


And Derek is just so completely embarrassed, he can feel his cheeks heating up, but he can’t turn away, all he can do is look at Stiles. Stiles who frowns, making Derek’s stomach sink even further, BUT THEN STILES IS TAKING OUT HIS PHONE. And it’s silent for a few minutes while Stiles is obviously trying to find something, reading it, and then he’s saying: “Do I love you? My god, if your love were a grain of sand, mine would be a universe of beaches.” 

AND DEREK KNOWS THAT QUOTE. IT’S FROM THE PRINCESS BRIDE. AND THAT IS DEREK’S FAVOURITE BOOK OF ALL TIME. HE KNOWS THAT BOOK BETTER THAN THE BACK OF HIS OWN HAND. And Stiles just smiles, shrugging, saying something about him finding Derek’s copy- a Spanish translation I may add, because Derek is a dork- in his room. It was well thumbed and Stiles assumed, well, he assumed right. As always. 









Ok so I’ve been seeing this floating around the Internet for a really long time. I just want to inform everyone that THIS IS FAKE. VIC DID NOT WRITE THIS POST, THIS IS NOT VIC’S FACEBOOK PAGE!

Someone impersonating Vic/running a role-play account wrote this and everyone saw it and now almost everyone in this fan base takes it as factual information.

I’ve seen almost every Pierce the Veil interview on the Internet (and I’m not exaggerating when I say that) and I like to think that I know quite a bit about the band. That being said, (and I could very easily be wrong) I’ve never heard Vic actually say that he has dealt with self harm firsthand. But at the same time, we as fans talk about him self harming like its a fact, and we do this quite often, and he’s never denied it.

So I’m not sure if Vic had ever actually struggled with self harm or not, but I do know that this Facebook post is fair. I know this there is a large possibility that I am wrong, so if you have proof that Vic has or has not dealt with self harm, or would like to correct me on anything I said in this post, PLEASE DO SO. I would hate to find out that I’m spreading misinformation so if I am please tell me so I can correct myself.

And if you’ve seen any videos/interviews/posts where Vic has addressed/confirmed his self harm, please send me a link to it!

anonymous asked:

ok but do you think bucky had dreams that were suppressed memories of him and steve. so when bucky said "but i knew him" you think he had a glimpse of hope that he actually /knew/ someone as a /friend/ and not just targets or handlers. he actually had a connection with someone, and he remembered. never over his broken face. then pierce goes to say he shaped history, blah blah and then he says it again.. "but i knew him" like he doesnt want to hurt the one thing he felt something for

"You haven't had your first kiss yet?" ; Michael

You had been dating Michael for a few weeks now. And you were on the way home from your fourth date with Michael.

You honestly liked Michael. You remembered the first time you met him. You remembered how your stomach flipped at the sight of his newly dyed hair, tattoos and piercings, knowing how you never had much luck with guys with dyed hair, tattoos and piercings.

“The fair was actually really fun tonight, Michael,” you thanked Michael as you stopped at the front steps of your parents’ house. “Never had much fun with fairs when I was younger.”

“I’ve been told,” Michael joked. “So, I didn’t kiss you on our first date because I don’t do kissing on first dates. I told you that already. I usually-”

“Only kiss girls on your fourth date or something you joked. Michael sheepishly smiled at cheeks turning into a bright shade of red.

You have thought of kissing Michael before. His well colored pink lips — sometimes red — the way they moved was mesmerizing to you. You would’ve kissed him on the second date — you just didn’t know how.

“Well, can I?” He asked as he looked at you through his eyelashes.

“Well, you see,” you explained, scratching the back of your neck. “I haven’t like, kissed a guy before.” A smirk played on his lips, already knowing what had came into his mind. “And no, I haven’t kissed a girl either. God, Michael, you’re insane.”

“So what you’re trying to tell me is,” he though, as if he didn’t know what you were trying to tell him. “You haven’t had your first kiss yet?” You nodded, bracing yourself yo hear Michael’s loud laugh.

You were 20 and unkissed, for fuck’s sake. You even thought you’d be a virgin until you’re 30, considering your problem with getting boys to ask you out.

That was, until Michael came.

Michael put his hand on your arm, pulling you closer to him a little. “Would it be okay if I did this?” He asked, cupping both of you cheeks.

“Guess so, considering that you’ve already done it.”

He rolled his eyes. “I’m trying to be chick flick material here, will you please just go along with it?” You shared a laugh together, before returning to the moment you both shared before you ruined it. “If I do this?” He inched his face closer to you, his lips brushing against yours.

“Yes.” You let out the breath you didn’t even know you were holding, your palms immediately sweating. You didn’t know what came over you, but you took a step even closer to Michael that your bodies were touching. You rested your hands on Michael’s waist, waiting for him to make the next move.

He smelled sweet, probably due to the large amount of candies you had while you were at the fair. I mean, being surrounded by cotton candy stalls everywhere, winning a bag of candies, who could ever resist those?

“I’m gonna kiss you now,” he said, barely above a whisper.


It was as if it all happened in slow motion. He pressed his soft, candy tasting lips against yours gently. You instinctively kissed back, your fingers loop inside his jeans’s belt hoops. You tugged him closer to you, your bodies pressed up against each other.

He started to talk small steps, his hands moved down to the bottom of your back, reassuring you that you wouldn’t fall back. He pressed you up against the porch’s wall, his hands then moving down to your bum. He gave it a small squeeze, making you gasp.

Your fingers, still looped inside the belt loops, tugged Michael’s hips closer to yours, causing his crotch to brush against you.

“Ugh, fuck,” Michael groaned as he pulled away from your kiss. He was breathing as heavily as you, his semi hard on suffocating inside the tight material of his skinny jeans. “For your first kiss, you’re really good.”

You chuckled. “Thanks, Clifford.” You turned to open the door, turning to face Michael one last time before you said goodbye after a great day. “The fair was absolutely fun, by the way. Maybe next time, we can go to Disneyland. My treat, this time.”

Michael shook his head. “The guy pays for the girl, (y/n).”

“Doesn’t always have to be that way,” you shrugged. “Goodnight, Michael.”

“Goodnight, (y/n),” Michael smiled.

“Text me when you get home,” you smiled back, “so that I know you’re home safe.”

“Sure, I will. I really like you, (y/n)!”

“I really like you too, Michael!” You yelled as he finally started to walk towards his car. Before you closed the door, you called out his name again.

“Yeah?” He turned to look at you, through far away, he knew how beautiful you already are.

“I’m a virgin, so start planning your moves about when you take your date to bed on who knows which date.”

Things I've noticed about the moon signs pt 2
  • Libra moon: They have a very clever sense of humour, but they can also be very biting and harsh. Like Taurus moons, they are often very popular. They do not tend to show their true emotions, showing a happier front to even those close to them. When they do get mad, it's terrifying and you should run for the hills. They can also be quite annoying, and feel more like a Gemini sun.
  • Scorpio moon: I only know one Scorpio moon as well, but it seems to be a strong influence. Their sense of humour can be quite dark. What they say can be quite shocking, almost as if they haven't actually thought it through. They can be annoyed quite easily, which could eventually lead to anger. Most of the times, they can actually look like Scorpio suns/risings (e.g. they have the paler skin and piercing eyes).
  • Sagittarius moon: Often surprising when you first talk to them, because they often only show their true colours to their friends. They can be very insecure or very confident (on the border of arrogant). They tend to be very agreeable, and are very slow to anger.
  • Capricorn moon: Cap moons can look very intimidating, their resting face looks almost annoyed. They are similar to Taurus moons, in that it takes a lot to actually provoke them or to get them to react with emotion. They are usually quite calm.
  • Aquarius moon: The girls I know tend to be a lot chattier than the guys. It is very easy to get them to talk and they will not hold back, but they still feel quite distant and it is often hard to relate to them. The guys fit more with the Aquarius archetype. They are distant and quiet. They show their emotions more through their stares and their body language.
  • Pisces moon: With them, it feels easy to open up, because they feel trustworthy. However, like Aries moons, they can have "controversial" opinions, and they are not as tolerant or open as they like to think they are. The ones I know are also in their weeaboo phase js.