as well the song

Find the bad guy, push ‘em aside!
Then move on forward with your friend at your side
It’s a two-player game, so when they make an attack,
You know you got a brother gonna have your back!

Henlo I’m in love with these weebs and am officially in BMC hell

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I can’t get used to this look ㅋㅋㅋ Don’t fall sick and don’t cry and you have to stay well! Don’t make Kyu’s song lonely and listen to them together!! Until the day we meet again, goodbye for now #BaldieKyu #FeelsLikeIHaveBecomeAHighSchooler #ByePurpleEgg

Je ne peux pas m’habituer à ce style ㅋㅋㅋ Ne tombez pas malade et ne pleurez pas et vous devez rester bien! Ne laisser pas les chansons de Kyu seules et écoutez les ensemble!! Jusqu’au jour où nous nous rencontrerons de nouveau, au revoir pour le moment #KyuChauve #IlSembleCommeSiJeSuisDevenuUnLycéen #AuRevoirOeufViolet

kotaro-in-space  asked:

I'm glad that you'll be writing more fanfiction again~! I'd like to ask for [Aarmau] (PDH) + ❝I don’t think i can do this without you.❞

title: when you kiss me, heaven sighs

summary: soft words and softer kisses is exactly what the doctor ordered. Aarmau. Mystreet. Post MS:ES.

a/n: fun fact—Aarmau really grown on me over the past few months and I always wanted to write a sweet ficlet for the pair. Thank you for the chance and the compliment! I recommend listening to La Vie En Rose cover! The main inspo of this.

warning(s): fluff, soft love, I really need to write these two more


She flits around the room, a string of unintelligible mumbles and a few loose curses in her wake. Her hair tuck under a baseball cap with strands messily covering her face, red hoodie and baggy sweats seem to make her already small form even smaller; this is the scene he came upon.

And he couldn’t help but crack a smile.

Leaning against the doorway, Aaron cross his arms as he watches her continue to zip across the room with ‘Where is it? Where is it? Where is it?’ under her breath. When she finally takes a moment, and realize she isn’t alone, he then chuckles.

“I guess I was right about you not taking a nap, Aph,” he says softly, pushing off from the doorframe and takes a step in. The room looks as if a tornado made a visit, her things and his things were a mess on the floor, bed, and everywhere in between. She frowns, her hands wringing together nervously and she looks at her feet as her cheeks glows with embarrassment. Aaron speaks again, reaching out—and she doesn’t pull away, letting herself be pull into a hug, “Oh potato, do you wanna tell me why you look so fried?”

She snorts out a muffled “Bad pun.”

He smiles wider, removing her hat as he rests his chin on top of her head.

“I thought it was a pretty great attempt,” his fingers run through her hair, quietly untangling the knots, “I really took my time to hash that one out.”

Another snort, then a giggle. “Oh no, Aaron please— “

“Such an ap-peel-ing laugh you have there, potato.” he chuckles again, and she looks up with a defeated ‘You’re as lame as your jokes’ expression—a look meant for him and him alone. But she is, in the end, a person adores a bad joke. Even though a full smile didn’t return, she rests her head against his chest and sighs.

“I’m sorry,” she murmurs, after a moment passes. “I didn’t want to… worry you but I did, didn’t I?”

“Shh,” he presses a kiss and continues to speak gently, “You have nothing to apologize for. You were gone for a while and I decided to check on you.”

“…Only to find me wrecking our room…”

“Which we can clean up—after we find what you’re looking for.”

She falls quiet again. Pulling away slightly, she looks up at him with a studying look—one she gives often, as her mind mulls over what to say; choosing her words carefully. Her fingers trace a nonsensical pattern and her cheeks warm only more, biting her lip in embarrassment. “Would you really be okay with helping me?”

“I think me offering answers the question,” his hand brushes her cheek, tucking a lock behind her ear, “so what’s up, bud?”

“…don’t you mean,” she grins, “spud?”

“Pft, clever catch.” She beams at him and they both share a laugh, as he leans down to give her a small peck. She hums into the chaste kiss, her eyes softening and she whispers, “Can’t beat the pun master, sweetie.”

She stands on the tips of her toes, another smooch they share. And when he went in for a third, she laughs, happily accepting it, along with one of his cheek.

“Okay… don’t make fun of me,” she closes her eyes and shaking her head, “but… since you’re here, I might need some help with the top shelves in the closet.”

“Hmm…” he rubs his chin for a moment, narrowing his eyes, “Now I was remembering this morning, you were complaining about my height? Now the tables have turned.

She sticks out her tongue, “In my defense, you called me short.”

“I called you vertically challenged.”

Same difference.

“Well, no, I was being polite when I said it.”

She gives a loud ‘ugh’ but as he caves into his laugh, she does as well shaking her head again. “I don’t think I can do this without you— would you be a gentle giant and help me?”

“Of course, shortie.”

She playfully sticks her tongue out at him again, and he retaliates by doing the same. She turns on her heels, pushing off him as she strides to the closet—and naturally, he follows suit. Though, a few good laughs won’t change what’s happen… a light feeling of relief, seeing her smile more at ease than moments before.

He hums an old tune under his breath, and though I close my eyes; I see La Vie En Rose. A lovely, lovely life he wishes to give.

The thing is on these oppressively hot nights in London, where you’re forced to open all the windows just to gain a tiny bit of respite from the night-time heat, is that you literally hear everything that goes on on your built-up city street 

and in a neighbourhood where the most communication that happens is people playing loud hip-hop and R’n’B from their cars or apartment windows, there is one valiant person who has been blaring out Michael Bolton’s “How Am I Supposed To Live Without You” on repeat for the past hour 

and that’s how I’ve worked out we probably have a new neighbour LOL

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I dunno but listen to this song (x)  & tumbls kills the quality pls click

D.Va and the Leviathan


For some reason I’ve been thinking about D.Va a lot lately - there’s just something about someone tackling such crazy odds with her attitude that’s a lot of fun

Also bonus close-up so you can see the detail in that kaiju-bot:

Moana/Ariel (B2) 

That’s it @magicsophicorn , I ship it. I had never even considered drawing these two ocean souls together, but now that I have, I love it.

 This is was so much fun to draw. 

Thank you for submitting! Also, requests for this couples meme I reblogged are closing today! (11/01/2017) 

“dor”

romanian [dōr] 

n: great longing for something you love, for memories, for moments you can’t retrieve;

(photo set here)