but i don't know how to fix it and i spent too much time on it

Here’s all the things that I’ve been working on. (Have fun scroling.)

1st: The people that I follows A.K.A my senpais:

@nekophy - First and for most, you’re amazing. Your art is beautiful in every piece. Your OCs are cute and adorable. You YOURSELF is amazing a hyperactive. Keep on being a cute little stick cat! Also I want to draw you as a cat and not a stick cat so sorry for that

@angexci - I can’t say how wonderful you are in any way possible. Your traditional are perfect, but your digital art is so awesome! You are amazing, everytime you post something, either a shitpost or an art piece, I love it all. So continue being a cool bird!

@jakei95 - One question, HOW. THE HELL. ARE YOU. SO FREAKING CALM?? Okay, you’re really, AWESOMELY cool. Your characters are cool, cute, awesome at the same time. Your art is TOO COOL, OKAY?? Also, you’re funny, like EXTREMELY FUNNY. Please continue on being a funny and cool potato! :3 I dunno I drew the background galaxy

@gabi4chan-akatsuki - I know your blog is not art related but I like Vocaloid and your Vocatale AU. I ADORE your Vocaloid covers, it sounds amazing. So just keep on tuning!

@wilyart - I know you don’t post much, but you are still amazing. I don’t have much to say aside from that your art are fabulous.

@kyashee-art - I. LOVE. EVERY. PIECE. OF ART. YOU MAKE. THAT’S ALL I COULD SAY. I can’t say anymore than compliment your art. I made this before you changed your mascot so oops.

@trashy-artzy-me - You’re one of the best traditional artist I’ve ever know. Personaly I feel that you’re cool :). Keep on being amazing!

@blogthegreatrouge - I can’t say you’re cool and amazing enough. You’re the first person i followed, the person that I made my blog for, the first person that I actually motivates me to post on Tumblr. Your art are all from the heavens. Except those sin art. So I hope you never give up and continue on!

@renrink - *inhales* YOU ARE SO COOL. Especially your AU, Reapertale is so cool and I’m waiting for your stuff. Your art are so goddamn wonderful, like DAYUM. I once tried to color like you but I failed so bad, I deleted it. :P. Just continue on being a cool dude gal!

@walkingmelonsaaa - I can’t say your art is amazing enough. Your lines, your coloring, your porotions! It’s beatiful! You are an art goddess to me, to everyone who knows you. So keep on making amazing art! I didn’t know what to draw for the background so I tried and it sucks >:(

@zarla-s - To be honest, I know you from Quotev XD, I read your fanfictions and I’m still waiting and I read the comics and I compared it and I’m surprised. Anyways, your art are so cute, espescially the skelebros! I want to say you’re great! Continue on!

@golzy - I know you’re on hiatus but I wanna say that I want feels too :3.I love your art, you’re talented at a young age. I’m cheering for you! I drew you in your Gay Daddy outfit with some fixing—

@camilaart - Through all the things that happened, you pushed through and fly up above! I wish you would never give up! Ever!

Sapphire by @sapphirescarletta123

Rey by @reyindee

@yugogeer12 - You’re from a cool gal to cute bean. AN ADORABLE BEAN!!! Your art are so goddamn cute!! So cute man! Your Epictale AU is great and EPIC! Keep on being a mixure of a cute and EPIC!!


2nd: People that I follows A.K.A my senpais in CHIBI FOOOOOOORM!!! XD:

Sharky by @myebi

@ania-da-peasant - Though those idiotic people send hate, send you ask that lacks inteligence. You still pushed through. You was pushed down before but you stood up and face them. So never lose hope! Stay DETERMINED!




@rosannapansino RosannaPansino

Perf by @perfectshadow06

3rd: For some of my followers:

@notch0607 @mkitkat @broken-tale-comic @nekokurisu @locis-didi @lazyartz @xxlisagamerxx @undertalefan1111 @anda-blr @cyberbullybro @saskiakawaiistudio @4jen

4th: My awesome friends!:

@mercury-draws-shitz - You’re great, even though it may not feel like it, it is. You’re the first one that actually made fanart for me :’DD So keep being cool!

@thekawaiichibigirl - You are a great friend, though you’re depression is bad, you’re pushing through!! I was– I mean EVERYONE was very worried, so don’t do that ever again. Those people are still hating but you’re answering them in a bad a$$ way!! Sorry Arty Just keep being who you are!!

@anndreemurr - We talk for like once and some how became friends X’DD So just wanna say that your art are everything! It’s so beautiful! So continue being cute and cool :D

@ithinkiamanartist - You’re the one that I talk to the most XDDD omg okay umm.. *inhales* YOUR COOL. You’re just like a cool big sister to me. Da coolest were cat big sister I’ve ever nyew. Your art is coot and cool just like you! Continue on being coot and cool kay sis? :) 

@armitie - Yay time for my first friend I ever made here :’D You are a little roll of memes and shitpost oh ye– You’re the meme sister and super SUPER weird. Your art is super duper cute!! ((I like slim bodies)) Though we don’t talk much, I still love you with every inch of— So keep on doin’ it!

@elamania - Time for my second friend that I made here! Where you’ve been? Nah just kiddin’ I’m not gonna joke like that. I must say that your coloring are wonderFUR!! Get it ‘cause you’re a cat? Yeah? Okay ._. 

@unlikelykingdomsuit - I know we rarely talk, but I still love your art. You’re real FURtastic! Yeah. Puns. I suck at it. But I still want you to know that care about you. Holy that sounds cheesy

@burntsalmonfishy132005 - HI LITTLE CHICKEN!! The second Vietnamese friend I made. You’re a cute little spammer. Yup - u - b Your art is adorable as heack! So keeo on being a cute little chick! ;D

@mikaru-blackspade - I know you’re banned from any social media but you’re still my first Vietnamese friend. You’re a great artist even if you don’t think you are. I wanna say keep on doin’ it!

@pandurrpink - Though we just became friends like a few weeks ago, you still counts as my dear friend. AND HOLY YOUR COLORING IS EVERYTHING AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! Continue to be an amazing artist Pandurr!

5th: The youtubers that I subscribe:









Ha! I can do something better with my birthday than writing and doing this. Only llike 3 or 4 people wish me “Happy Birthday”. This joke is so lame.

anonymous asked:

Foursome with Jeonghan, Seungchol and Jun, thank you <3 *I don't think I'll be able to read that, I mean, I want to, of course, but 3 dominants at once...oh my gosh, I'll love you forever if you will write it!*

so… I feel like this might be my smuttiest smut yet (altho it’s nothing compared to some other people’s glorious ones) and I hope you all like it! I had plenty of fun writing this, so thank you for requesting 💕

» If you’re using the tumblr app and can’t see the scenario, which is under a “keep reading”, please try opening the post in your phone’s internet browser (or a computer)! 💕

» 6,333 words

‘I have a party on Friday night, would love it if you came. xxx Jun’

You had stared at the message a lot after you had gotten it on Tuesday of that week, despite having already answered it. Even though you and Jun were in a relationship highly based on the physical side - in fact it really was more of a physical relationship above anything else - and you had gone to his parties before, there was something that made you squint your eyes a little.

Normally he’d just ask you if you wanted to go to his party - this time he had said he’d love it if you went. Small details, but they caught your attention nevertheless.

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anonymous asked:

1/2 You know what i find sad and disturbing? That even though it's MUCH better than in previous years, i've still seen a few posts saying things like "see, Dean doesn't love Cas as much as Sam. He'd give up soul for Sam, but has never done that for Cas. Sam is clearly more important." And I don't even know where to begin:P Like. Since when is selling your soul a standard of love?? The show did this to show their codependency. Not to say "aw, look how much Dean loves Sam!!"

2/2 And Dean hasn’t done that for Cas because he hasn’t needed it. Plus, Dean and Cas, even with their problems, have always been on a more even keel than Sam and Dean. Dean doesn’t measure his self worth through Cas. He doesn’t see himself as solely responsible for Cas. He doesn’t put Cas before himself in that way. He has a *healthy* view of his relationship with Cas. These are GOOD things. Sam and Dean are finally getting there and i’ll never understand the resistance to that.

Hi there! You bring some heavy questions, so let’s see if I manage to remember all of them and not go running off down one single tangent so far that I forget about all the rest… >.>

Re: the soul-selling as pinnacle of love: bullshit.

Selling his soul for Sam wasn’t a noble self-sacrifice out of love, it was the same selfish act that he’d spent the entirety of s2 hating John for doing for him. Dean felt like he’d had ONE JOB his entire life: protect Sam. And he failed. That’s not healthy. That’s codependency at its absolute worst. It’s disturbing, and it’s supposed to be disturbing.

And really, DEAN KNOWS BETTER NOW. He’s not that wretched and self-hating. Just like Bobby said to him when he found out what Dean had done to bring Sam back:

Bobby: What is it with you Winchesters, huh? You, your dad. You’re both just itching to throw yourselves down the pit.
Dean:That’s my point. Dad brought me back, Bobby. I’m not even supposed to be here. At least this way, something good could come out of it, you know? I–I–It’s like my life could mean something.
Bobby: What? And it didn’t before?! Have you got that low of an opinion of yourself? Are you that screwed in the head?!

Yeah, Dean is really not that screwed in the head anymore.

You said that Dean was on a more “even keel” with Cas, but I’d describe it as a more “equal footing.” Dean has always felt parental toward Sam (part of the whole codependency stuff which he’s FINALLY letting go of by degrees now). They never had a truly equal partnership sort of relationship. But Dean and Cas? They really do. Neither feels parental toward the other, they support each other, they talk back to each other equally when they feel the other is wrong, and they trust each other. That’s HEALTHY and NORMAL and GOOD.

I am THRILLED that Sam and Dean are beginning to get to that point. Dean encouraging Sam to take the lead in the MoL raid in 12.22 was a huge step in the right direction. Sam accepting that Dean would go back to the bunker to try and undo Mary’s mind control was another.

Not that this has miraculously fixed everything between them, but holy cow it’s a damn good start. Honestly if Dean did something as idiotic as trying to sell his soul (or otherwise compromise himself) in order to bargain for Cas’s life, I’d be shocked. There’s a vast difference between grieving and the sort of personal-responsibility-failure-guilt-a-thon Dean descended into in 2.22. His monologue over Sam’s body pretty much says it all:

Dean: You know, when we were little— and you couldn’t been more than 5— you just started asking questions. How come we didn’t have a mom? Why do we always have to move around? Where’d Dad go when he’d take off for days at a time? I remember I begged you, “Quit asking, Sammy. Man, you don’t want to know.” I just wanted you to be a kid… Just for a little while longer. I always tried to protect you… Keep you safe… Dad didn’t even have to tell me. It was just always my responsibility, you know? It’s like I had one job… I had one job… And I screwed it up. (pause) I blew it. And for that, I’m sorry. I guess that’s what I do. I let down the people I love. I let Dad down. And now I guess I’m just supposed to let you down, too. How can I? How am I supposed to live with that? What am I supposed to do? Sammy. God. What am I supposed to do? What am I supposed to do?!

Dean sold his soul not to bring back Sam out of some profound love, but out of a sense of profound personal worthlessness. Holy crap, we do not ever want to see him do that again, for anyone.

Don't Test Me

Murphy X Reader

Request? Yes:

Can you do some kind of mild Murphy x reader dom thing where hes kind of like “this is mine” and “this is mine” and really showcase just his overall Murphy attitude in it??? If you get me

It’s sweltering and your body aches with exhaustion. You spent the entire day scouting the area surrounding camp with Finn, hiking up hills, dragging yourself through water, and tripping over protruding roots. It’s a relief to be seated, fresh food in your stomach. When you finish eating, it’s all you can do not to pass out right there.

“Hungry much?” Murphy sits down beside you, glancing at the clean bones beside you. You groan and kick them off to the side, laying back on the ground. Your thighs scream at you with every movement.

“Not right now,” you mumble, lifting your arms to cover your face. You’re quite sure you can fall asleep just like this.

“What?” The word is sharp. It has a tone to it, almost challenging. Maybe you’re just hearing things.

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trappedjesus475  asked:

Companions react to Sole giving them Christmas gifts, even though they have no idea what Christmas is. (Great gifts too, like armor mods and a jetpack attachment for Danse, or a brand new printing press for Piper, etc.) Oh and they don't expect any gifts in return.

In Fallout 4, if you go into Diamond City on December 25th, christmas lights are strung up around the city. That kind of winter holiday has been around for centuries, and would likely still be around for centuries in the future. However, some companions may have a better idea of “Christmas” than others.

Cait: “Well, shite, Sole, you didn’t need to get me anything.” She’s taken aback by the generosity, even a little suspicious. “You’ve got to want somethin’ in return.” But Sole insists, so she shrugs off the gift and pretends it doesn’t matter that much to her. But, later, she finds herself watching and re-watching the kung fu holotapes Sole got her. She even cracks a smile when she pulls off a roundhouse kick, just like they showed in the film.

Codsworth: His voicebox crackles with emotion. “Oh, Mx. Sole…” If a robot’s eyestalks could water, Codsworth would be weeping. It’s a handmade set of matching oven mitts and apron, with a mitt for every claw and an apron that fits perfectly around his torso. It’s a simple gift, but one that makes him overjoyed. He insists on wearing them every time he cooks.

Curie: “Oh, Sole!” She claps her hands to her cheeks in glee. Real lab equipment is rare in the wasteland. Test tubes are often chipped or cracked, medical textbooks are ruined, microscopes are broken… She runs up and clasps Sole in a hug, thanking them profusely for her pristine lab equipment. “It is so beautiful! I will be able to do so much with this!”

Danse: “I…” He’s speechless. To most, it would look like just a few boxes of tech. To Danse, it looks like the pieces to the finest power armor mods in the wasteland. He holds up each piece of metal in awe, running his fingers over it, making a plan in his mind for how to put them together. There’s the faintest glimmer of a tear in his eye. “This is so generous of you,” he says at last, with a shocked, sweet expression on his face.

Deacon: He stares. For once, for a few critical seconds, the liar is rendered speechless. “Wow, Sole,” he murmurs at last, picking up the Pre-War “disguise kit” with a lop-sided smile. It’s full of paints and wigs and costumes. It’s something a make-up artist or entertainer might have used 200 years ago, but now… “I didn’t know you moonlighted as Kris Kringle,” he jokes. He laughs it off, but people don’t often get him things. It touches him deeply.

Dogmeat: He gets a Deathclaw bone to gnaw on. He’s delighted by it, and makes it his business to drag it around and chew on it all day and night, despite it being as big as he is. To show his appreciation, he lavishes Sole with doggy kisses, jumping up on them and nearly bowling them over as he nuzzles them.

Hancock: He waves away Sole’s insistence that he doesn’t have to get them something in return. “Fahrenheit!” he calls. “Have this framed.” He hands over his present - a copy of the Constitution, in all its glory. He’s never actually read all of it before, and it makes him unable to stop grinning for two days. He informs the Goodneighbor residents that they now celebrate Christmas, and proceeds to buy everyone presents. 

Nick Valentine: He lets out an uncharacteristic laugh. It’s a mug, with the words “World’s Best Sad Toaster” handpainted on the side. He smiles every time he looks at it. It turns out that he got Sole something for Christmas, even before he knew they’d get him a present. His gift is an intact snowglobe of Pre-War Boston. “Found it in a tourist trap,” he says, with a faint smile. “Dunno. Guess I hoped you were an old sap like me, and that you’d appreciate it.”

MacCready: His eyes bug out of his head. “This is for me? For me? You gotta be kiddin’ me, Sole.” It’s the finest, shiniest sniper rifle he’d ever seen. Growing up on half-modded, half-broken guns, MacCready always wanted a decent weapon but never had the heart (or caps) to get himself one. Though, after receiving the present, he drives himself half-crazy trying to think of a way to repay Sole, refusing to take it as a charitable gift. He’s still thinking.

Piper: “Blue, you- you-” She shakes her head, a wide grin on her face. “You amazing, wonderful person!” The printing press, all clean and fixed and good as the day it was made, gleams in the front of Publick Occurrences. Piper whips around and pulls Sole into a tight bear hug, squeezing the air from their lungs and thanking them a million times before running over and hugging the press and kissing its surface dreamily.

Preston: “Oh, Sole, you didn’t have to get me anything.” But he can’t help the blushing smile across his cheeks as he takes in Sole’s gift. A refurnished farmhouse, just south of the Castle. Preston might be a militia man, but in his heart he was a farm boy, who wanted land to tend and somewhere to call home. The house itself isn’t much, but it’s the promise of a future that makes him wipe an embarrassed tear from his eye.

Strong: “Is… for me?” He gives Sole a suspicious look. “Won’t get mad if Strong kill?” With Sole’s reassurance, he lunges into battle with an unsettling grin. Strong, being away from his brothers, does not often get the chance to wreak havoc. Sole spent a month collecting various wild animals and putting them together in a big field, then challenging Strong to wrestle/eat them to his heart’s content. The mutant is very pleased.

X6-88: “Mx. Sole, I really do not know what to say.” Coursers are not given presents. It just isn’t done. So when Sole shows up with a restored motorcycle and a brand-new pair of sunglasses, he’s not sure what he’s supposed to do. “Thank you,” he says at last, running one hand over the smooth metal of the bike. “Am I… allowed to use this?”

piebsa  asked:

Prompt: Jeremy kissed/made out with Brooke and Chloe when he was squiped and now Michael is embarrassed because he hasn't kissed anyone yet. And so he looks "how to kiss" in wikihow, doesn't delete the history and Jeremy finds out. (The part of searching it in wikihow it's meh, I just want Jeremy to find out and be like "dude, you don't have to worry. I'm sure you kiss alright) and then they kiss. Ahhhh, I'd love you even more if you do it.

Sorry it took so long (._.) Here you go;; Thank you for the prompt!

“Hey dude can you grab me a soda while you’re up and moving?” Yelled Jeremy from across the room, too lazy to move from his fixed position on the beanbag. 

“Since when was I your maid?” Michael joked, tossing his best friend an ice cold soda nonetheless. “I’ll be right back, don’t play without me.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Jeremy muttered in response whilst taking a small sip of his drink. The two boys had just spent the last few hours clearing floors off of a DLC of Apocalypse of the Dammed Michael had managed to find in the old retro game shop down the street. Within half a day the boys had almost gotten through the whole game but given their poor diet of mountain dew and chips the two often had to pause for bathroom breaks and refills, slowing their overall progress down.

Jeremy set down his drink and looked up at the ceiling in contemplation. It had been a month or so since the Squip incident and everything had virtually settled down. Jeremy had gained a bunch of new friends from the experience, despite how traumatic it had been. This included Christine, a girl on whom Jeremy had lusted for years. The two had tried to date, they really did, but it was soon apparent that despite how well they got along together, they only saw each other as close friends. When Jeremy had told Michael that night, his friend assumed the worst, instantly offering to come over with a horde of junk food and movies to distract him. Surprisingly for both boys, Jeremy felt great. He assured Michael that nothing was wrong and that he was the happiest he had been in a while, and strangely, he didn’t miss the slight change in Michael’s tone of voice, almost as if he was smiling sweetly over the phone. 

Jeremy didn’t miss the soft blush on his best friend’s cheeks whenever he complimented him.

And Jeremy certainly didn’t miss his sinking face whenever he talked about his time with Brooke or Chloe, despite how much he hated to think about it. 

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I don’t need her... [Rocket Raccoon x Reader]

Note: Yoo! Well, I wanted to post this long shot this last weekend but life happened. I hope you enjoy it. *Offers you a tissue * Well, at least I needed it. Hehe.

Summary: There are someone that worries and cares about you, always. But the thing is, if you want to see it or not.

I don’t need her…

“None asked ya’ to protect me!!” Rocket yelled at you as both of you were entering his shared room.

You stood there, not so far from the door frame, then looked away and put your hand over your side.

“… But don’t you see?? I DO care for you, Rocket!“ You yelled back at Rocket and finally looked at him.

"Well, Y/n… I don’t need any stupid humie to look after me!!” Rocket yelled back. Those words carved down, deep down your heart, and it was painful.

Your mouth began to shiver and you felt how your (color/eyes) began to get wet, but before any tear could run down your cheek, you turned back to the entrance.

“Is this really your goal here, Rocket? To make everyone hate you?…” You took a deep breathe, and with a shaky tone you added. “… Cause it’s working…” You didn’t hate him, you couldn’t, but this time he went too far.

You left the room as fast as you could walk and cleaned the tears off of your face. What you didn’t see, was that Peter saw when you left Rocket’s room.

Peter was very surprised, he have seen you two arguing, but he have never seen something like this before. But beyond surprised, he was worried.

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anonymous asked:

Do you like shance? If you like it, what about 3 shance? I don't wanna make u uncomfortable or something

(See, this ask makes me want to buddle you in a blanket.  You were probably really stressed out about sending it and thats not cool.  Stupid fucking antis.

And yes, yes I like shance.  It’s my OTP.

This got a little long and it’s a little meh and also unbeta’d but please enjoy!)

“I’m sorry I yelled at you…”  Shiro started awkwardly, walking next to Lance through the castle halls.  

“It’s whatever man.”  Lance brushed off with none of his usual carefree tone.  

“It’s not.”  Shiro shook his head.  “You had a point when you said Keith was too hotheaded to go.  I should have listened to you.”

“See, it’s all well and good that you’re saying that Shiro, but I mean it’s not like you’re actually going to listen to me next time either so it’s whatever.”  Lance stated, glaring at the ground.  Shiro frowned.  He was trying to apologize, why was Lance making it so hard?

“What do you mean?”  He prompted.

“I mean you never listen to me.”  Lance huffed, hands coming up to gesture as he stopped walking and turned to face Shiro.  “Or Hunk.  You treat Hunk and me like some side characters while Pidge and Keith are the main event, who need your every second of attention and could do no wrong.”  He snapped.  “And I don’t think that’s about to change tomorrow so you’re apology is a big fat whatever to me right now Shiro.”  The Blue Paladin quickly turned away, storming into his room and leaving behind a confused Shiro.

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kuroshiroryuu  asked:

Hi admin dee~ i can't see your rules on mobile sadly... But would it be alright to request the GoM's (Kurokocchi too plz) S/O taking care of them after they mysteriously became kids (7-10 yo ish if you don't mind me being specific~) thanks in advance!

hello thereee ~(◠‿◕✿)  ah i’m very sorry about that! i fixed that right after i got your request, so you should be able to see them now.

so since you weren’t able to read my rules before, you didn’t know that the only time i can accept over 4 characters are when it’s for headcannons so i hope you don’t mind me using headcannons for this! 

if this wasn’t what you had in mind then perhaps send your request again with fewer characters when the askbox is open? or anything you’d like really as long it’s not violating the rules. i’ll be more than glad to write for you again! ^^

 i may or may not have screamed at how cute shiro looks in your icon


  • Turns out Akashi wasn’t completely different as a child than he was as an adult.
  • Although, he was a little more stubborn and a little more enthusiastic.
  • Especially when it came to basketball
  • You’ve been trying to make him come into the house, and have his lunch for almost an hour, but he just wouldn’t stop playing.
  • “If you can win against me, I’ll come inside.” he finally said. 
  • You sighed, you knew Akashi was really good at basketball, but maybe this time you have an advantage since he was a child.
  • After another hour, you finally managed to win with a score of 6-7.
  • It seemed like after you won, he wasn’t as stubborn anymore. Guess the only way to make him listen to you is to suggest a challenge and hope for the best.


  • Surprisingly, so far Midorima was being a really good boy, and made it really easy for you take care of him. 
  • That was until he found out you don’t believe in zodiac signs, and think it’s all just gibberish.  
  • You never regretted saying something so much.
  • Not only did he ignore everything you said, but he would give you disapproving looks that for a second you had to stop and question yourself about who the child really was here. 
  • You realized the only way to make him listen to you again was if you told him that you’ve changed your mind.
  • “I’m sorry if what I said yesterday upset you, but listen!” you exclaimed. “I searched and read more about it, and I changed my mind.” you continued.
  • “Look, I even bought my lucky item for today!” you showed him the teddy bear you bought after reading the daily Oha Asa horoscopes.
  • Needless to say, he didn’t give you disapproving looks or shove you aside when you kissed him goodnight on the head.


  • “___-chan it hurts!” Kise whined. 
  • You’ve been having so much fun braiding his hair and trying out different hairstyles. You really couldn’t help it, his hair was even more prettier right now than what it was as an adult.
  • You didn’t think it was possible, but Kise wasn’t actually that loud, he didn’t give you a hard time, and always obliged when you told him something.
  • All you had to do is just shower him with love, tell him how handsome he is, and how he’s gonna be an amazing model when he grows up.
  • And bam, your word will be his command.
  • Although, there were a few times where you had to shove the food in his mouth, because he refused to eat his vegetables. 
  • You couldn’t help but laugh every time he pretended to cry just so you can give him your attention. 
  • You spent the entire night watching movies with him until he finally fell asleep on your lap. Thank god


  • Aomine’s favorite things to do other than eat, is sleep.
  • You had to use everything you have in your power to wake him up.
  • It was just supposed to be a 1 hour nap, how did it turn into a battle of survival between you and his sheets?
  • You’ve been trying to take them off but they wouldn’t even budge, and he was making sure they stay that way.
  • You wanted to crumble down and cry, that was until you got the great idea.
  • Nothing works best like threatening to ruin his favorite video game. You came back with it in your hand, “You will get up right now, or you can say goodbye to your precious video game.” you raised an eyebrow.
  • Like a bolt of lightning, his eyes shot up and he was wide awake.
  • “Good boy!” you ruffled his hair grinning, you were proud of yourself.


  • You didn’t know wether to feel bad for yourself or to laugh. 
  • Apparently even the 8 year old Murasakibara is taller than you, and that did not make taking care of him any easier.
  • That boy will not do anything but eat and stare in nowhere particular, the only time he’ll actually talk to you is when you’re offering him food.
  • The only time he’ll actually listen to you, is when you bribe him with food.
  • “I’m hungryyyyyyyyyyyy” have literally become stuck in your mind. You could swear you can even hear his voice sometimes, even when you’re completely alone.
  • Something else he likes other than snacks would be naps, especially on your lap.
  • Since he’s always on sugar he has a hard time falling asleep easily.
  • Which is why you always made him rest his head on your thigh, and ruffled his hair until he finally falls asleep. 


  • If you thought noticing him when he was an adult was hard, then this was your own made up hell.
  • It didn’t help when all he wanted to do was play hide and seek. 
  • Still he was so adorable you couldn’t say no, even though it sometimes took you almost an hour until you found him.
  • There were a few times where you couldn’t find him at all, but luckily you had a trick to make him come out of his own hiding place.
  • 2 words, vanilla milkshake.
  • Luckily, you knew an easy recipe to make it within almost 7 minutes, so it was perfect.
  • And this time was one of those times. 
  • “Kuroko! I made you your favorite!” you yelled, and bam there he was, right next to you.

Title: Queen of Hearts
Fandom: Riverdale
Characters: Cheryl Blossom x Reader
Reader Gender: Female
Word Count: 1,400
Warnings: None
Notes: This is a result of me lamenting on the fact that Cheryl really deserves someone who loves and appreciates her.

Originally posted by fyeahriverdale

Prior to falling in love with the captain of the River Vixens, you had absolutely no interest in cheerleading. You thought it was one of the stupidest ‘sports’ in existence, and it was nothing more than a social construct to allow pretty, popular girls to assert their dominance over their school. It was most certainly still that, but after accompanying Cheryl to practice every day for two weeks while her car was in the shop, you realized it was of much more importance than just some air-headed rhyming phrases and pom-poms.

“You’re really going to just sit in solemn silence with your headphones in, while the hottest and most talented girl you know is working her ass off right in front of you?” Cheryl inquired as she followed you over to the bleachers. You set her duffle bag down next to your backpack, and made yourself as comfortable as possible on the cold metal seat while she fished around in her bag.

“Oh, don’t worry, I’ll definitely be watching your ass – I just won’t be paying much attention to anything else,” you clarified, shooting her a wink, and she rolled her eyes in response. Still, you could see a small smile on her red lips.

“Whatever, just… keep quiet – and let me know if you need anything,” Cheryl said, attempting to still sound annoyed, yet unable to keep from being sweet to you.

“Gotcha, doll.”

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Prompt: Person A and B buy their first house together. 

Kala surveys the five-story walk-up apartment with narrowed eyes. At the time they purchased it, it seemed ideal. In the heart of the city, close to her favorite ice cream shop, surprisingly affordable, a wonderful view, two bedrooms, lovely neighbors, a balcony that could accommodate a hot tub, a pet-friendly policy. It was perfect. There was just one small problem, which at the time they ignored. No elevator.

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FIC: show up

supergirl, post-season 2 finale, alex/maggie, the danvers sisters, 1k, first in a series of “maggie doesn’t say yes” fics

Maggie doesn’t say yes.

Maggie says, “Babe, I love you so much, but we are not getting engaged right now. You are figuring out where Kara went and we are watching movies and spending my entire paycheck on food to cheer her up.”

Alex blinks a few times. Swallows. She has to clear her throat to say, “Yeah. Yeah, right, good idea.”

Maggie catches her by the arm before she can turn away. She holds Alex’s face in both hands and presses their foreheads together.

“I love you, Alex Danvers,” she whispers. “But we’re not getting engaged because your sister had to send away some boy who you never thought was good enough for her anyway.”

A tear slips down Alex’s cheek but she chuckles.

“When we’re ready,” Maggie says, “just us, no one else. When we’re ready, and the world isn’t ending or about to end or just saved from ending. When it’s just us and we live together and we’re ready, I’ll say yes, okay?”

Alex pulls back to look at her. “You want to live with me?”

“We’ll talk about it tomorrow,” Maggie says, because she does, God, she does, but they can’t make this decision right after the world almost ended. “Let’s find your sister first.”

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reignofthespirit  asked:

Hey Pilf! I know Les Mis and Victor Hugo is more your speed, but do you know much on Alexandre Dumas? Did he and Hugo interact much? I feel like I read somewhere they were both present during the June Rebellion and I'm hoping that's right, but I'm wondering if they were rivals as far their writing went. :D ((I'm sorry if you don't have much info on this I'm just on a three musketeer fix atm and I was curious if you had any fun facts!))

When the reading (of Marion de Lorme) was over, Dumas, with Herculean strength, lifted the poet (Hugo) in his arms and carried him about , crying “Hugo, we will carry you to glory!  Hugo, you will make all of us famous!”  Everyone cheered and laughed….Then Adèle Hugo, carrying herself proudly in silken evening dress, swept into the room with cakes and sherbets and ices.  “I can still see the gigantic Dumas,” wrote Henri de la Touche, another witness of the evening  “stuffing his mouth with cake , and shouting, with his mouth quite full: Admirable! Admirable! Admirable!” –Matthew Josephson, Victor Hugo

I don’t know as much about them as I wish I did, because what I do know is pretty great! Because Hugo and Dumas were actually super best giants of literature buddies forever.  

 I am not even slightly joking. Dumas mentions Hugo in his memoirs several times, and always with open affection and even delight over their past.  Hugo always treated Dumas as a welcome guest and a dear friend.  Hugo helped Dumas with editing, advertising, and planning theater engagements, and Dumas did the same in return and then some.  Dumas was with Hugo for the Battle of Hernani, repeatedly argued for Hugo’s worthiness to be a Peer of France, and helped keep Hugo out of a duel or two (no one kept Dumas out of duels. Dumas wanted to duel, he dueled. ) 

They had their arguments and their weeks of very publicly Not Talking To Each Other, especially when they were younger–given their politics and the fact that they were both famously strong in their opinions, it would have been weird if they didn’t – but that never lasted, and the more Hugo moved towards republicanism and socialism the less they had to fight about. They had  a lot in common–both sons of Napoleonic officers, both trying to fight for literary legitimacy in the same way, etc– and instead of it making them rivals they always seem to have just bonded over it , and helped each other professionally and personally as much as they could. When Hugo was in exile, they moved on to being Political Protest Buddies, too. 

I keep mentioning the changes in Hugo’s political opinions, because Hugo was not always solidly in favor of revolution and the republic. And Dumas…was.  Seriously, he was always involved with the republican movement, and pretty darn open about it too.  During 1832, Dumas spent the days of the barricades dashing between the political leaders of the official republican movement and the ground-level troops, arguing desperately for the officials to step forward and give the fighters their public support.  Hugo…was temporarily trapped in an alley by crossfire after going out to see What The Fuss Was, and when he got out he wrote in his diary that it was a shame so many men were going to die, but that France wasn’t ready  for a republic yet and the republic, when it came, would have to come peacefully and without fighting. 

So you can see how they might have had some arguments. But somehow, it never really stopped them being friends, or being seen as allies. All the pop culture cartoons of the day that depict them both always, always  depict them as friends, partners, or collaborators, whether the cartoonist wants you to love or hate them. 

Of course, the Romantic groups Hugo and Dumas were a part were very often close allies– you don’t make a successful art movement in the middle of censoriffic regimes by stabbing each other in the back all the time. But Hugo and Dumas were still notably fond of each other– Dumas especially seems to have been one of the few big-name writers who just liked  Hugo, without being put off by Hugo’s oddities or feeling overshadowed by him. 

You can find more about them by checking my Dumas tag! And hang on, there’s one thing in particular I wanna reblog that seems to pretty well sum up their working relationship. 

Thank you for asking this!:D 

The Oracle

A/N: I bring you the thing I had wanted to write in like forever: the saltiest reunion yet. But come on, did you really think I’d leave this character out? Not a chance.

Based on Flat Dreams by @pengychan. AU by @doodledrawsthings. Enjoy.

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“He is awake.”

“So soon?” Jheselbraum casts a look at at dimension 46’/, where Mabel Pines reaches to shake the hand of the monster they defeated only a year or so ago. “I would have expected at least a few more centuries.”

“I’m sure you know that time is relative.” The is a tone of amusement in the Ancient’s words. “It has been a lot longer than that.”

The Oracle takes that in, watching the events in Stanford’s home dimension play out, and hums in amusement, “‘A different form’,” she repeats to herself, “You couldn’t resist the irony, could you?”

The Axolotl chuckles, “Rather fitting, considering the many times humanity was deceived by him.”

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anonymous asked:

Don't want to be a bother or anything, you probably get this a lot but...will you ever set your sights on writing that skater!kook fic you talked about a while ago?

yes!!! I have the intro written which I guess I could show you under the cut if you’re interested ;) idk when I’ll come back to finish it but probably soon! tbh, now that I have hiraeth out of the way, I’m planning on working on a short-ish piece of nct’s taeyong and jeno and, in the meantime, I’ll continue working on that skater kook fic bc I really wanna see it come to life!

Originally posted by you-made-me-again

anyway, here’s that lil snippet if you guys still want:

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moosesquirralkitten67apn  asked:

Can you do one where all of them turn tiny at the same time? Like they don't know what to do cause like this has never happened before and they all want their things they usually get then Logan is the one to be like the dad/mom of it all (feeling kinda down and in need of fluff and you are one of the ones to go to definitely)

I’m so sorry you’re feeling down!!! I’m more than happy to provide for all of your fluff needs! *salutes*

“This is a disaster!” Tiny Logan cried, staring in dismay at the others. Tiny Virgil nodded in agreement, already feeling panicked. 

“Why? I think it’s fun!” Tiny Patton cried, gleefully throwing his arms around Logan and Virgil and hugging them both. 

“We’ve never all been kids at the same time before! This is awesome! We can go on adventures TOGETHER!” Tiny Roman shouted, lifting his toy sword dramatically. Logan sighed and shared a look with Virgil. Right-brain sides could be so trying.

“It’s bad because we have to take care of Thomas, and who’s going to do that?! Who’s going to make sure Pat gets the right juice in his sippy? And that Virge gets tucked in right? Or that you don’t climb up places you shouldn’t?” Logan demanded, trying to will them to understand.

“This is so bad…” Virgil whispered, looking increasingly alarmed. Oh…oh no! Logan quickly turned and grabbed his friend by the shoulders.

“We can do this, Virge. It’s gonna be hard, but we can.”

“Okay, Lo Lo.”

“You can’t be Momma this time, I don’t like that!” Patton pouted a little, but Logan breathed out a relieved sigh.

“Sure he can, he’s still acting like Momma.” Roman huffed, rolling his eyes.

“Yaaaay! Momma Lo Lo.” Another enthusiastic hug from Patton. Logan glared at Roman over Pat’s shoulder, intensifying it when the royal stuck his tongue out at him.

Over the course of the next several hours, Logan was pushed to his limits. He had to shove chairs around to climb up on counters and tables to obtain the items everyone needed. Roman helped with that part. He had to deal with fussy Patton, who now wanted extra hugs and snuggles since he couldn’t be carried anywhere, and stopping for that meant that he couldn’t keep an eye on Roman. Which is how he found Roman doing flying ninja leaps off of the couch onto a giant pile of pillows.

“NO!!! That’s not safe! Stop it right now, Ro!” Logan stomped his foot for emphasis, absolutely furious. He could feel frustrated tears welling up in his eyes, but forced them back. He couldn’t cry, he had to be Momma!

“He’s right, Ro. You shouldn’t do that. If you get hurt, nobody can take care of you.” Virgil was watching from a safe distance, but Logan could see the nervous tapping of his fingers.

“You two are no fun at all! Hey wait, I have an idea! Why don’t we see Thomas? He could help us!”

“I…don’t think that’s a good idea…”

“Why not?! It would be fun! Don’t you miss him, Lo?”

“Well, yes, but that’s not–”

“Then let’s GO!!!” With that, Roman sunk out. Logan growled in frustration but nodded at Virgil and Patton, and they all sunk out to pop up next to a very confused Thomas.

“Oh NO!!! You’re ALL like this?! Gosh, that explains so much…”

“We’re sorry, Tom Tom! We didn’t mean to!” Patton cried, throwing his arms around Thomas’s knees. 

“I know it’s not…co’veniet? But we can’t help it.” Logan stumbled over the big word, frustrated with his now limited vocabulary.

“It’s okay, guys, honestly. We’ll figure it out. I was going to watch some Steven Universe. Want to come watch with me? Virgil, buddy, you doing okay?” As he spoke, Thomas scooped up the anxious side, who immediately relaxed, snuggling into his hold.

“Yeah, better now.”

“I want up, too, please!” Patton cried, making grabby hands. Thomas grinned and picked up Patton with the other arm, snuggling him in, too. “Okay, let’s go watch some cartoons! Come on Lo, Roman!”

The rest of the afternoon was spent snuggled together on the couch. Thomas made sure they all had soft blankets and fixed them lunch. Patton didn’t even raise a fuss when it wasn’t what he wanted. Logan slowly relaxed, leaning in against Thomas’s side with Virgil’s head in his lap. It was nice to be taken care of, to let go of the responsibilities and worries that had been plaguing him. He could feel his eyes drifting closed of their own volition. 

Thomas always made everything better. 

anonymous asked:

How do you think the PTs would be like with kids? I feel like Akira would just naturally attract children (cause they don't have standards) and kids would just think he's really cool and Ryuji would probably be the cool uncle until the parents pull their children away from him cause 'you shouldn't be hanging around with that yankii'

It looked weird in paragraphs so I hope you’re cool if I just list them out? So yeah take my rambling headcanonish things, i guess.

Akira: like he is with Shinya honestly, tends to relate more to the trouble kids than the presumed good kids. finds himself trying to fix their problems a little too often. Akira’s actually made to look unassuming so I don’t think kids would take much notice of him if he didn’t want them to, since that’s the idea.

Morgana: they just wanna pet him which he’s fine with, but as soon as he see’s sticky hands he’s out… he did once scratch a lady who was yelling at a little girl because she lost her hat. So do with that what you will.

Ryuji: misses them, before Kamoshida happened and he wasn’t such a ‘delinquent’ he spent a lot more time with the neighborhood kids helping them with sport, and homework he barely understood himself. Most of the parents who knew him never blamed him for what happened, so it’s not that the kids aren’t allowed to spend time with Ryuji, Ryuji’s just a little too self-loathing to realise he still could.

Yusuke: kids? you mean aspiring artists? those finger-paintings? gorgeous. The 50 pictures of the same house with the sun in the corner? practice makes perfect. The… is it a dog? ah it’s a man sword-fighting? they must’ve started abstract art. astounding. Sadly parents think he’s a little… unique, so he doesn’t spend time with them much.

Goro: has no idea what to do with kids at all, on account of his family situation. However this also means he tries his best to always be courteous and polite in the event that he has to deal with them, which due to his fame is often. But hey, at least the children aren’t as clingy as their older siblings. Those he gave priority to have *ahem* removed from the metaverse were generally bad to their kids. 

Ann: as an only child and having moved around a lot she has little experience with them. She’s not rude, just a little confused on what to do. She appreciates their honesty though and doesn’t really believe in sugar-coating things to them.

Makoto: stern, has a tendency to treat them like little adults, as she was mature as a child too. she prefers not to spend time with them in large groups but doesn’t usually mind them on an individual basis.  

Futaba: awful just awful, she had no desire to be around anyone for a while so children are… very new. She’ll talk Phoenix Ranger with them if needed (how you’d get her in that situation idk) but at that point she’ll just be acting like a kid herself.

Haru: the biggest pushover honestly, and she knows it. She treats children how she wanted to be treated as a child so overt affection, kind words, caring smiles, the works. helped look after the children that were brought to corporate events and was always sad with how serious they could be. 

Marauder’s Headcanon #7

Sirius Black loved Peter Pettigrew.

The night before exams, it wasn’t uncommon to find peter and Sirius sitting up in the common room, Sirius gesturing wildly as he tried to explain whatever it was Peter was stuck on in a different way then Remus would, because Sirius knew Peter was smart, he just thought differently than everyone else.

Sirius and Peter often spent time roaming the grounds together when James and Remus were busy with other things. During these afternoon escapades, Sirius told Peter things about his childhood that he hadn’t told James or Remus. James would get angry, and Remus would always be looking for ways to fix the problem. Peter, though, was willing to just listen.

Sirius taught Peter how to talk to girls, because Peter was never quite sure. When he found Peter snogging a third year ravenclaw behind the greenhouses, Sirius shot his friend a thumbs up and left them alone, secretly proud.

When Peter broke up with his first girlfriend, he cried for days. James teased him about it, and Sirius fiercely made him back off because that was peter, and even though Sirius wasn’t goo with comfort, he wasn’t going to let anyone make Peter feel worse. Not even James.

Sirius believed in peter. He was never afraid to give Peter important jobs because he believed that peter could get them done. He believed in Peter so much that it made Peter believe in himself a little bit, too.

When the four of them joined the order, Peter told Sirius how scared he was. Sirius didn’t know what to do, except to tell Peter that he was scared, too. Peter took comfort in that, because at least he wasn’t alone.

Sirius trusted Peter enough that he told James to make Peter secret keeper, instead of him.

Sirius Black loved Peter Pettigrew. James may have been his best friend, Remus may have been his Moony, but Sirius Black loved Peter Pettigrew and if you think anything different you are wrong.

And that’s why it hurt so much when Peter betrayed the Potters. Not just because James and Lily died, not just because Peter should have kept the secret, but because Sirius had trusted him, too. Because Sirius knew that Peter was betraying him, too.

anonymous asked:

I ship sansan but I have to disagree with you. Forcing someone to sing with at a dagger point can't be downplayed as being "too uncompromising and overly harsh". She was scared for her life. Yes, he walked away but I don't want to imagine what would have happened if it wasn't for the Mother's hymn. Sandor is verbally and physically abusive to Sansa. She tries to justify his action and she understands his motives, but that's not an excuse.

Hi, anon.  When I said “too uncompromising and overly harsh” I really was speaking more in general to their verbal interactions.  For the purpose of answering an ask about why I ship Sansan, if I got really specific into every nuance of every interaction it would be a ridiculously long post.  I already have a penchant for the long-winded as you can see.  I was trying to summarize, not minimize.

The Blackwater was an entirely different animal, which I’ll get into later.  I don’t excuse or minimize his bad behavior, but I do put it into context.   I do look at his intention behind his words and actions as a factor in deciding whether or not he is redeemable or worthy of a future relationship with her.  That doesn’t negate his responsibility, but it does make me consider him more carefully than I would Joffrey or Cersei who truly intend to cause Sansa pain and want to see her suffer.      

He is uncompromising in his demand to drop the courtesy and speak plainly with him.  He goads her to drop the mask with him and demands she always look him in the face.  He cannot abide any fakeness.  He’s frustrated with her idealism and wants to crush it for her own good.  At the same time, he identifies with it and he deep down wants to believe she’s right.  It’s part of that craving of a connection with another person, but going about it by being nasty and demanding.  He has no reference of how to people and how to ask for things from another person the right way.  His whole life has been spent trying to avoid vulnerability because the last time that happened his brother held his face in a fire.  She is a person who is willing to give him compassion, but he needs to learn the concept of asking nicely with respect.  And thank GRRM that he made it Elder Brother’s job to fix him, not Sansa’s.    

Now on Sansa’s side of things, she is at times superficially averse to him and courtesy can be taken to the point of fakeness.  I can understand his frustration, especially after he risked his life to save her in the bread riots and she neglected to thank him until she just happened to run into him some days later.  She didn’t seek him out and she knows she fucked up.  Her gratitude came off as lukewarm.  Think she would’ve hesitated if it was Ser Loras that had saved her?  Hell no.  Sandor knows that and he has the right to be pissy, but not to the level of meanness.  Unlike Joffrey, Cersei, and LF, Sansa does feel she can call him out on his bad behavior.  She does flat out call him awful, as she should.  The fact that she instinctively knows that most of his behavior is posturing and bullshit allows her to challenge him without fear that he would truly hurt her.  She even wishes Dontos had some of his ferocity.  There’s still things she likes about his bite, so long as it doesn’t go too far into disrespect.   

I do understand courtesy is her only shield to mitigate her abuse and I fully support her using whatever tools she has.  The thing is Sansa has been positively reinforced to conform to a perfect lady on a pedestal.  How well a person can sew or play the bells does not make a real flesh and blood human.  That’s not her personality, it’s a performance.  She has always tried to win people’s approval by performing and conforming.  Sandor is the first person to challenge her on that conception of herself.  Does Sansa even know herself beyond the superficial?  She says she wants to be loved for herself and Sandor is the only one that tried to get at and bring out the authentic Sansa (in his fucked up way).  Yes, he called her a stupid talking bird which counts as abusive language she really didn’t need, but if we’re being honest, she is a willfully tough nut to crack as much as he is.  But that’s the very interesting push and pull of their dynamic.  The dynamic is difficult, unpleasant at times, and problematic, but also punctuated with moments of gentleness and compassion.  Their issues are very significant, but not insurmountable and not irredeemable.  So while Sandor has said and done things that we would rate as abusive, we can still say he’s not part and parcel an abuser without excusing or minimizing anything.          

Okay, as for the Blackwater I did say his behavior was very scary and wildly inappropriate.  She was justified in fearing for her life because he was so drunk and unstable.  Here’s the thing and I swear to you I am not minimizing or excusing his actions, but the Blackwater was not his normal self. If he was normally explosively volatile there is no way that he would ever be allowed so close to the royal family, especially the children.  He is usually very in control of himself, despite his anger and posturing.  I do put it into the context that he was having a PTSD meltdown, was called craven and humiliated, and his sense of self had been shattered.  BUT he had no right to dump any of that on a traumatized child.  He was 100% wrong in scaring the shit out of her or demanding anything of her, especially at knife point.  You are right that it is the hymn that snapped him out of it.  Made him see that what he was doing could have crossed the line into doing permanent harm, something he truly does not want to do.  He was rightly and deeply ashamed of himself, hence why he cast off the white cloak.  He wasn’t worthy of it.  I don’t think there’s anyone harder on Sandor than Sandor.  If he had even knicked her skin I think he would have just let the BwB kill him or drink himself to death, which it looked like he was already doing before they captured him.

Sansa forgives him as soon as she has the space to do so, but I don’t see her as excusing or justifying.  The two aren’t the same thing.  The latter implies that she thinks what he did wasn’t that bad or was somehow okay.  She has a very brief pause over her decision not to go, but there’s no sense of regret over her decision.  She knows he fucked up too and she’s not soft on what he actually did.  She’s just looking at the whole picture from a less emotionally charged place and considering everything she knows about him.  With time and space, she can put those events into context and understand why that event was singular.  It’s why she can forgive and continue to think about him, even eroticize him.  If it truly wasn’t a unique event, there’s no way I could ship it.     

Whew!  Sorry, I am the queen of over explaining.  Hope that clears things up.              

Phone Calls

Words: 1.7k

Summary: Set during 12x12. Unable to join the hunt due to a previous injury, you’re left with only updates via phone call.

Warnings: Feels trip (I almost cried writing it)

A/N: 12x12 messed me up. So I had to write about it. I think there’s gonna be a sequel. Master tag list is at the end, let me know if you’d like to be added.


“I wish I could be more help, guys.” You would have gone with to help on the hunt Mary called about, but you had been nursing a nice set of broken ribs. You could have called Castiel to come fix them, but you didn’t want to bother him. He was busy trying to track down Kelly Kline; and trying to find the devils baby-mama was a little more important than your ribs.

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