because he makes wonderful faces

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FMA meme, ten whatever you want 2/10: Roy saving Ed from the homunculi.

That awkward moment when you get really excited for a S3 moment, but then remember it was from fanfic and not the book. Side eying @bonnie-wee-swordsman right now. (I’m laughing forever at my gif choice because of a whole world of reasons)

Originally posted by ba1n3s

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It’s a small, broken family. But with the three of us, I know we’ll get along just fine. We still have each other.

Wanting to draw younger Hamadas turned into drawing Tadashi heavily struggling after the loss of their parents, since he was old enough to deal with it. He and Cass had to carry the weight on their own for a good while, since Hiro was still too young to understand (and Tadashi just lied, saying “They’re just on vacation, they’ll be back someday”). He vowed to shoulder it for both he and Hiro, so the poor kid wouldn’t have to be troubled by it when he was young. 

Turns out it was Hiro who ended up easing most of the pain though, huh. 

Bonus:

Abomination Pt 2

Season 2 Masterlist

Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Word Count: 2,396

Warnings: None

   Stiles and I were sitting in Scott’s car (me in the back but leaning between the two front seats) after he picked us up.

   “You okay?” Scott asked when Stiles sighed.

   “Yeah,” he replied quietly. “You were right. It’s not like you. I mean, it’s eyes were almost, like, reptilian. But there was something about him.”

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Bad Habits Die Hard - by smoak-and-swan

A/N: Just a tiny little Olicity one shot (more of a drabble) I decided to whip up. I love these two so much;)

Summary: Oliver has developed a habit. One that may or may not involve shamelessly staring at his blonde IT girl. 

Rating: K

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Arrow characters.

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Oliver didn’t realize it was a habit until Diggle caught him one evening. 

Sometimes things were slow in the foundry and crime seemed like it was finally taking a break and letting Oliver rest. He’d sat down to tweak a few of his arrows, Diggle training on the mats behind him, but for some reason the arrows were left unattended as his attention wondered else where. 

Felicity’s swaying blonde ponytail as her painted fingernails danced excitedly over her keyboard was a lot more interesting than a couple of old arrows. It was no different from the usual view he had of her working, whether it be at the foundry or Queen Consolidated, but no matter how many times he observed her, it was like he was seeing her for the first time. 

“Careful." 

If it wasn’t for his perceptive senses Oliver would have jumped when Diggle’s hand landed on his shoulder. His "bodyguard” leaned down to mutter in his ear, “Your staring is getting obvious.”

Oliver scowled at him and tried to ignore the deep chuckle that left his friend’s throat. 

“I’m not-” He took a deep breath and murmured lower, “I’m not staring.”

“Hey man,” Diggle shrugged. “I call it like I see it.”

“I’ll have Felicity recommend you an eye doctor then,” Oliver shot back, smirking at John’s defeat as he headed back to the mats with an amused shake of his head. 

“Eye doctor?” Felicity suddenly blurted from her seat, swiveling her chair around to face Oliver. He bit the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling at the girl before him. Her glasses sat askew a top her nose and her eyes were bright with curiosity.

Typical Felicity.

“Who needs an eye doctor?” she pressed, placing her hands on her knees. “Have your eyes finally failed you Oliver? It was only a matter of time. What with all of the head wounds you continue to accumulate, not to mention the way you sit directly in front of the TV. How many times do I have to–" 

Felicity’s rant came to a stop as she tilted her head slightly to the side. 

"Why are you staring at me like that?”

Oliver blinked. He hadn’t even noticed that he was openly admiring her as she rambled. It made him wonder exactly what face he was making, because surely it was normal to a look at a person while they talked. 

Right?

“Felicity,” Oliver started, a slow smile easing its way unto his usually stiff features. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Felicity huffed and turned back to her computers.

“Whatever Oliver Queen! But don’t think I can’t feel your eyes boring into the back of my skull ever day!”

Very short but I just wanted to try out my first Olicity one shot before heading to bed. (it might as well be a drabble) I hope you liked it. THANKS FOR READING!;)