but i wish i had the balls to do this

Loving with a Little Twist by hrrytomlinson


“What are you going to do?”

“I don’t know Niall! I just promised my mother I’m bringing my boyfriend - a boyfriend I don’t have - to Thanksgiving dinner. What should I do? I can’t call back and be like, ‘Oh yeah mom, that boyfriend I said that I have, I don’t actually have. Sorry to disappoint you.’ My life is ruined.” Harry returns to suffocating himself with the pillow.

Niall laughs and Harry growls at his best friend’s unwarranted happiness in this life-ending situation. Harry is fucked. Fuck. He needs a boyfriend. Fuck.

Harry/Louis Thanksgiving themed fake/pretend relationship // word count: 29k

Happy Singles Awareness Day!!!

Tamaki: Welcome, ladies! As your host, I would like to honor each of our guests for helping us celebrate our first annual Singles Awareness Day Ball!

Haruhi: *aside* Why are we doing this again? Won’t this just upset the guests rather than made them feel good? 

Kyoya: I wish you had mentioned that beforehand. Our princely idiot could not be persuaded out of spending all this money on a rather awkward party. 

Originally posted by hasetsuhotsprings

Kaoru: Yeah… How the heck are we supposed to dance with ALL of these ladies? 

Hikaru: Not to mention you and I are in charge of the kissing booth… I don’t think there’s enough Chapstick for that. 

Tamaki: The Host Club couldn’t possibly shower you with the attention you all deserve, so this year we decided to do things differently. Rather than have a few meager minutes with each of you, we decided to spend the whole evening with all of you! We have a plethora of refreshments, activities, and dancing! There’s no room for any lonely girls on my watch! 

Originally posted by nicorobin

Honey: ACHOO!!! 

Mori: Bless you *hands him a kleenex* 

Originally posted by wyw-anime

Haruhi: Honey Senpai, are you alright? 

Honey: Oh, yes, Haru-chan. I’m just a little sniffly from collecting all the flowers. Takashi and I are supposed to make flower crowns with all the girls. ACHOO!!!! 

 Haruhi: Oh… Well I hope that goes well! 

Tamaki: … And I’d love to dance with all of you, but remember I only have two hands. So to fix that problem… *cue music* 

Originally posted by justouranstuff


Tamaki: we dance with the queen!!!! *strips down to leotard*

Yuletide Wishes

Summary: Hogwarts!AU - Seokjin unexpectedly owes a lot of favors, but at least he gets to go to the Yule Ball with you. 

Genre: Romance, Humor, Drabble

A/N: for Jin’s b-day~~~ had to write at least a drabble, if I could :3 Happy Jin Day!!!

“Hyung, she likes you. Seriously.”

Seokjin shifted from foot to foot, glancing through the stone arches into the courtyard. His fingers tugged nervously at his bright yellow and black house scarf as his stomach turned queasily. “And you know that how, exactly?” He asked Jimin, his eyes narrowing. 

“Because she shares Herbology with Taehyung and me, and she blushes whenever we mention you.”

He looked back at Jimin in alarm. “What? You’ve been talking about me? To Y/N?”

Rolling his eyes, Jimin hoisted his schoolbag further up his shoulder and shoved his black fringe away from his face. “Of course. How else are you ever going to get together? You’re too busy watching her from across the Great Hall and hiding behind the shelves in the library for her to get to know you.” He shook his head pityingly, his eyes folding into crescents as he smirked. “And if I manage to get you two together, you–my lovable, well-connected hyung– will owe me one. A big one.”

Seokjin raised an eyebrow. “Still trying to get Yoongi to tutor you in Potions?”

“Yes, and he’s started hexing me whenever I get within three broomsticks of him,” Jimin grumbled. “Hyung, if I fail another test, Professor Lee will request that I be put on academic probation, and if that happens, I’ll be banned from the Quidditch team right before the final match against Slytherin–”

“Yeah, yeah, I hear you,” Seokjin cut in. He glanced out into the courtyard again. “You know, Yoongi would probably be pretty happy if you did get put on academic probation. He is the Slytherin Keeper, after all.”

“I know, which is why you have to ask for me,” Jimin stressed, standing up from where he’d been leaning on the stone sill and slapping an encouraging hand onto Seokjin’s shoulder. “He’ll do it if you’re the one asking. Yoongi-hyung respects you–and he knows how much shit pissing off a Head Boy can land him in, if he lets me fail on purpose.”

Seokjin sighed. The last thing he wanted to do was get in the middle of this odd friend-mating ritual that Jimin and Yoongi had been doing for the past several weeks now, throwing quips and teasing back in forth in the halls, charged stares over dinner, some minor tampering with spells or potions during class–for any other pair of students, it would be normal house rivalry: Gryffindor versus Slytherin. For his two friends, however, this odd tension kept lingering over their interactions that had the hair on Seokjin’s arm rising whenever he was in the near vicinity. He hasn’t decided if it’s ‘unresolved sexual tension’ yet, but it felt distinctly predatory somehow, and he’d been doing his best to run interference to keep Jungkook’s precious eyes from seeing and his innocence being stolen. 

“Jimin–” He’s cut off by Jimin’s elbow plowing into his side.

“Hyung, here she comes!” He whispered, his hand pushing Seokjin’s shoulders until he’s no longer bent over in pain. Jimin’s eyes darted from his face and hair to his clothes and his bag, double-checking his image before he met his eyes again and nodded firmly. “Keep calm. Don’t tell any of those lame dad jokes yet–save those for the fourth date, by then she’s probably not going to run. You look great, hyung. Handsome as always. Now go ask Y/N to the ball.” He spun Seokjin around and slapped his butt. “And have Yoongi-hyung ready for a study session tonight, yeah? Test’s next week.”

“Ah, Jimin, wait,–” Seokjin tried desperately, panicking, but the Gryffindor fourth year was already hurtling down the hall, late for Charms class as usual. He stood there, watching for a second as his heart pounded in his chest, when he heard–

“Oh, Seokjin!”

His stomach dropped somewhere below his knees as he turned around. Your head tilted back to look up at him, a small smile on your lips. Small snowflakes are perched amongst the strands of your hair and dusting the top of your school robes and the thick wooly material of your sweater. Your friends paused with you, gathered in a cluster as they watched with interest. They were one of the many reasons that he (and dozens of other boys) had been hesitating to approach you– he’d never noticed before, but they were unusually protective of you with the Yule Ball growing nearer by the day–combined, their glares had felt like an actual paralysis spell, freezing any boy that dared approach. 

Seokjin cleared his throat, his palms growing sweaty despite the chill. “Y/N! Hi! Um–how’s your studying going?”

“Pretty good. Minji’s been keeping us all on a tight schedule,” you said with a smile, glancing at the dark-haired Ravenclaw girl to her left. “And you?”

“Oh, fine, yeah. Just trying to help keep everything on track, with the Tournament and the visiting schools.” Seokjin grappled for something interesting to say, but his mouth felt inordinately dry. He licked his lips quickly, before he joked, “Taehyung’s trying to hide the fact that he’s planning on spiking the punch at the ball, but he stored the potions in the prefects’ bathroom.”

Your friends laughed behind their hands, some shaking their heads or rolling their eyes. You grin. “What are you going to do about it?”

“Not sure. Yoongi wants to take it and spike his meals for the next few weeks with it, but Taehyung would just retaliate with something else. I think we should replace it with something harmless like pumpkin juice so the ball isn’t interrupted.” 

“Yes, the last thing we all need is another prank war on our hands. I still hesitate  before taking a cup of tea in the morning, after last year.” Taehyung had slipped Babbling Draught into the kitchen’s stock of tea, sending the entire school into loose-lipped chaos and earning himself a house-wide reputation for mischief. 

“Right, that’s what I was thinking,” he laughed, and the conversation lagged into silence. Seokjin glanced up at you, fighting the butterflies in his stomach, and felt his heart skip a beat– your cheeks were flushed from the cold, your lips slightly chapped from the wind, tiny fluffs of white were caught in the curl of your lashes. He gathered up his courage, swallowing hard, before he said, “Speaking of the ball, Y/N… I was wondering….”

You waited, staring up at him with those bright eyes, and he cleared his throat again. When he looked away for a moment, he caught sight of your friends staring hard at him, so much so that a prickle of alarm shot down his spine and had him leaning back slightly. But he wouldn’t be intimidated this time–he’d regret it for the rest of his life, if he didn’t at least ask.

“Would you–um… would you like to go to the ball with me?” Seokjin asked in a rush, nearly vibrating as the words finally passed through his lips–he’d tried to practice in front of a mirror in his room, but his roommates had mercilessly teased him after they’d walked in on him touching his reflection’s cheek four weeks ago. They’d charmed the mirror to blow him kisses every morning when he got ready for class. 

He watched your expression carefully, waiting for the moment when you’d sigh or frown, when you’d admit that you were already going with someone else or you didn’t think of him in that way, that he was more of a dorky older brother to you–when you blushed harder, your lips parting in surprise. You stared up at him with wide eyes, blinking against the cold, until one of your friends nudged you in the back. 

“Yes!” You answered immediately, almost breathless, before biting your lip in embarrassment. “I mean, sure, of course, Seokjin. I’d love to go to the ball with you.”

“Oh!” He had a moment to feel elated, resisting the impulse to bounce on his heels and grin until his face hurt, before he offered, “I–Should we meet in the Entrance Hall around 8 then? On Friday?”

“That sounds great,” you said with a nod, a grin breaking across your face. You stared at him shyly, when one of your friends tugged on your scarf.

“We should head to Defense before Professor Kim decides Seoulhyun deserves another detention,” Minji said with a smirk, dodging away from the Gryffindor girl with long brown hair. 

“Right.” You turned back to him and bowed slightly, one tiny mittened hand waving at him as your little group started herding you down the hall. “See you soon, Seokjin.”

“Bye,” he replied, too softly for you to hear, but he waved back all the same.


Seokjin jumped when he noticed one of your friends had lagged behind–Seoulhyun, he thought the other girl had called her. “What?” He asked, confused.

“Four weeks? Seriously?” The girl shook her head in disappointment. “You owe us one, Kim Seokjin. You know how hard we had to work to keep that window open for you?” She tisked at him, before rolling her eyes. “Hufflepuffs.”

With that, she swept off down the hall.

Seokjin watched her go silently, wondering if he’d been Stupefied without noticing, and then walked down the corridor. He stopped for a moment when he reached the corner, the huge grin he’d been holding in finally bursting forth. He smiled so hard his cheeks ached, and he skipped down the hall and the stairs, heading for the library. Yoongi typically hid within the History of Magic reference books to avoid desperate underclassmen that begged him for help with Potions. 

Originally posted by vubbletae


“I hate this guy”, Stiles muttered to Scott as they both watched the new guy talking to you.

“His not all bad…I guess”. Scott replied back knowing that response wasn’t going to please his best friend. “Are you kidding, she can do so much better” . Stiles stated clearly jealous at the fact another guy made you laugh.

“Why don’t you just ask her out?”, Stiles scoffed and looked at Scott like he had just gone mad. “Because I want to save myself from utter humiliation, painful rejection and soul-crashing pain…do I need to go on?”.

Scott sighed not knowing what else to say, “Well then your just going to have to hate the next guy who flirts with her as well, and the next one….and the next one”.

The whistle blew and Scott was next in line to shoot the ball into the net, while Stiles still couldn’t tear his eyes away from you, wishing so badly that you were his.

The First Waltz - Young!Sirius Black x reader

I edited this little thing together (I DON’T OWN THESE) to give you a little idea of the waltz and I based it off this piece (once upon a December from Anastasia on piano and violin). I quite like this, maybe gonna do a little extension of this - what do you guys think?

“The Yule Ball, my friends. That’s how I will do it.” James exclaimed, throwing tickets down onto the table. "

“Do what?” you laughed reaching for one of the tickets after the others had scrambled for one.

“Make Lily fall in love with me,” he smirked as Lily just laughed from next to you 

“You wish Potter” she smirked. Everyone knew she already loved him but she liked to tease.

“Are you guys kidding? How are we supposed to pick one girl?” Sirius exclaimed with a little smirk. 

You rolled your eyes, smacking Sirius round the back of the head. “You’re so obnoxious, Sirius,” you muttered. Remus chuckled earning a swift kick to the shin from him.

 “You are just jealous.” Sirius said shrugging his shoulders, rubbing it a little where you had hit him.

 “I hate you.” you chuckled, shaking your head at him half-heartedly. 

You were certainly one of them, from the very beginning , Lily had pulled you into social activities and she had introduced you to her best friends, and since then you had remained together. 

“Who do you want to go with, (y/n)?” James inquires, looking over at you. 

Quite honestly, you didn’t have a clue. You spent all of your time with these idiots and Lily so you didn’t really know anyone outside of your little comfort bubble.
“I don’t really know. I don’t know many boys outside of you guys” you laughed a little awkwardly.

“We’ll all go platonically then” Lily smiled and James did a double take a little,

“fineeeee” he moaned

“And then Sirius won’t have to pick over the many girls I am sure will be fighting over a place on his arm” Remus laughed once again earning a swift kick but not caring.


Your nerves were not something you had anticipated. You were going with friends who had seen you at your worst and sill didn’t care so why were your worried - you had no one to impress.

“(y/n), I am going to head down okay? Unless you want me to stay?” Lily had been sat with you on the bedroom floor, the two of you all dolled up as she calmed you down a little after the other girls had left your dorm.

“No I am okay I will be down in a little bit, I promise” you smiled a thank you and she stood, smoothing her dress down and leaving her heels clicking on the stone steps. You could hear the boy’s wolf whistling at her and her shouting profanities at them laughing.

“Where’s (y/n), James’ voice drifted up

"She’ll be down in a little while. Finishing touches and fashionably late and all that.” You were thankful she didn’t really explain why you were a little late. “Come on, she’ll join us at the doors.” you heard their noise die down and you stood, moving to the mirror and looking yourself over. The red ball gown you wore poofed out quite a bit making you giggle like a little girl as you twirled a little. You looked so elegant, your hair pulled up to look a little shorter and your make up done perfectly as if done by a professional. Taking five deep breaths you left your own heels clicking over the cold stone now. Feigning confidence, you turned to go down the stairs, looking down at your feet with a small smile. You looked up as you reached the bottom to find most people’s eyes on you.

“my god…” Remus breathed looking you up and down with a smirk.

James actually tore his eyes away from Lily for a moment and smiled and Sirius just looked at you. No smile, no snarky comment. It was shock. He was dressed beautifully in a long gray jacket, waistcoat and lose tie but he still looked so refined. He looked wonderful. You all kind of stayed stuck there, you and Sirius not taking your eyes off each others.

“We should go in the first waltz will be starting in a moment, I want to see who starts it all off” Lily interrupted the others silence and dragged them in, sensing the tension between you and the debonair Black. Sirius looked away a little as they left and you closed the gap so you were standing before him.

“Can you dance?” he asked quickly, turning back to look down at you again, “I was taught when I was younger.”

“I know the basics” you replied, “Why do you ask?”

He reached for your hand pulling it softly into his and encouraged you to walk slowly beside him, hand in his into the hall. People cleared you way making a pathway through, everyone’s eyes fixed on you and Sirius as he led you forward not taking his eyes off you. A waltz began to play. The first waltz. He guided you to the center of the floor and placed his hand carefully on your waist, the other help your hand up as you rested your hand on his shoulder.  His eyes still never left yours and you became completely unaware of the hundreds of students and teachers watching you. He spun you in his arms, turning you elegantly and carefully. You never imagined Sirius to be so graceful as he turned you and spun you out, still paying all his attention to you. The two of you danced as if it had been rehearsed millions of times before. Just as the music was about to climax, Sirius mumbled so only you could hear,

“I picked my one girl”

The music flowed more powerfully, allowing you to rise and fall easily together, twirling, your legs entwining gracefully pulling you across the floor. You teased, getting so close you could feel his breath fan your cheeks, you could easily kiss him but you were too caught up in the dance, gliding as he turned you lifting you slightly. His strong arms held you perfectly as you stepped away slightly but he pulled you back in as the music drew to a close.

You stayed looking at each other for a few moments, silence filled the room. Slow claps came from Dumbledore and the entire hall erupted but still you stayed just as close, eyes locked. Sirius leaned a tiny bit forward as if to kiss you but pulled away a cheeky smile forming on his face holding your hand out and bowing, making you curtsey. As you rose your eyes found your friends all of them with smug but surprised smiles on their faces, all of them cheering loudest. You were about to walk from the floor when another dance started, Sirius began to lead and you were rather relieved that the teachers and other students had joined in because the realisation that you had just been swept off your feet in front of the entire school and guests by Sirius Black had set in and your legs were shaking a little. You had looked at Sirius every day of every week but never had the two of you looked at each other like you had now.

“You dance well” they were his firsts words since outside the hall.

“I had a good lead” you tried to be normal but even you could tell he heard a slight falter in your voice.

“Come, let’s get you a drink,” he effortlessly danced his way through the crowd and lead you off the floor, no one even noticing the two of you had slipped off. Even away from the crowd you felt enclosed suddenly, hot and not really breathing right,

“(y/n)? What’s wrong?” Sirius handed you a drink and reached for your arm to support you,

“I just need a little air” you murmured and walked away from him and straight out the door onto the balcony, your silhouette hidden by the curtain. Nothing hurt, in fact, everything seemed to be buzzing; your head, your hands, your waist where he had held you and your heart - all buzzing at once. Not once could you get the imprinted image of his beautiful passionate eyes out of your head, the eyes you had looked at so many times before seemed different but the same and his hands; you had touched hands so many times passing each other things but never had a subtle spark as exciting as that ever crossed between you.

The sound of music suddenly became muffled and you turned to find the very eyes that enchanted you once again. Sirius had closed the balcony doors behind him, giving the two of you privacy for the first time in a very long time, even as friends the marauders were normally not far away. There was a tension between you that was different than before.

“I have a feeling we both have similar feelings right now” he speculated,

“What do you mean?” surely he didn’t feel this too.

“The buzzing feeling everywhere we touched. The way I so desperately wanted to lean down and close that tiny gap that seemed too big, how I wanted to never let that dance end” Sirius suddenly wasn’t as calm as he had appeared while dancing he was gradually getting quieter and the pleading in his eyes for reassurance on these things grew with every word.

“Yes.” That was the only word you could manage. Sirius stepped forward as if he was about to begin the waltz all over again, his hands finding your hips but this time, he closed that gap. His lips found yours as he pulled you against him firmly as if every part of his body had to be touching yours just to breathe. Your hands rested on his face feeling the very slight stubble never wanting to pull away. Sirius’ lips were gentle and moved so softly but the need to breath became overwhelming, and you both seemed to move away.

“I will never need to choose between girls again” he breathed, “Honestly though I never wanted to pick anyone but you”

“I love you, Sirius Black.” He looked down to you, retracting to his full height a little and took both of your small hands in his larger ones and turned them, slipping his fingers between yours.

“And I indeed, (y/n) (l/n), love you too”


Knight!Bucky Barnes X Castle Maid!Reader

A/N: Surprise! I present to you my first time writing in an AU. Just a little something extra along with what I have coming soon.

Words: approx. 2.1K

Prompt: Knights and castles and dancing and kisses. Arthurian AU.

Warnings: implied familial death, insecurities, kissing (is that even a warning idk)


“Yes, milady. Of course.” You smiled widely as Queen Guinevere told you of the ball that she wished to hold at the palace today, in commemoration of her beloved King Arthur’s return.

She had called for your help on choosing a dress that was sure to catch the King’s eye.

After hours spent showing her beautiful gowns that you could only hope in vain to ever have the honor of wearing, she decided on a soft lavender gown. You could only gape at the way that it fitted her, bringing out every ounce of femininity in her very being.

“It’s lovely, my lady.” You said, unable to hide your astonishment. Guinevere smiled, holding the gown to her frame. Shamefully embarrassed by your momentary indulgence, you turned your gaze downwards. Just as a mere servant would be expected to behave.

The queen noticed your sudden change.

“Surely, you will be there?” She questioned.

“With all due respect, my queen, I’m afraid I cannot bow to your wishes.” You said, the words leaving your mouth with the ease of silk gliding over soft skin. These exact words had left your mouth many times. Always the same exact words, always the answer to this question.

You plastered on a smile. You didn’t understand why she asked you every time a great celebration took place when the  A part of you ached to go. However, no peasant such as yourself should associate themselves with the upper class.

Guinevere smiled sadly.

“I truly wish you will someday be able to grace us with your presence.” She smiled, her voice teasing at your reluctance.

“As do I.” You offered her a small smile. Ever since you had come to work at the castle, the queen had become a friend rather than your superior. But for a royal such as her to be so close with someone of a such a low standing as you, it was considered…blasphemous. You could be killed for it.

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Seventeen as Things I've Said to my Friends
  • scoups: how much rice do I put in the rice cooker for nine kids?
  • jeonghan: no sorry, i don't run.
  • joshua: anime sub and dub are so different how does "he can see things i can't see" be dubbed to "i wish i had a grilled cheese sandwich right now."
  • jun: walk walk strut strut stop turn pose model status
  • hoshi: dont trust ANy1 who drinks cereal like milk
  • wonwoo: cant wait to read this book so i can finally use my cute bookmark that cost me 8 bucks
  • woozi: don't call me cute if we're not dating
  • dk: do you think pigeons have feelings
  • the8: i tried bboying once. i kicked my friend in the balls.
  • seungkwan: not to be dramatic, but i do mean to be dramatic, i don't like the way you chew gum.
  • vernon: i bought oatmeal raisin cookies by accident because i thought O.R meant oreo and now i'm upset
  • dino: does the right side of my face make me look tougher or does my left side look tougher?

I wish I had the balls to just fucking leave

anonymous asked:

I wish series 4 had John there for Sherlock like Sherlock was there for John at the end of TLD. I was thinking that even though I didnt want them to kill off Mycroft after the episodes came out I almost wished they had the balls to do it. I started imaging a scene where Sherlock and John go back to 221B after its destroyed and maybe Sherlock finds his ruined violin and reveals it was a gift from Mycroft. This could be a breaking point for Sherlock and a redemption for John for his actions in TLD

Hi Nonny!

Yeah, I think we all were thrown for a loop with S4. Seriously, I think the entire fandom came up with better stories than what we ended up getting. 

Listen, despite a lot of their flaws, I really enjoyed T6T and TLD. They were cinematically beautiful, the actors were superb, and they were working towards a proper story arc. Inconsistencies abounds, but it could foretell a possible Unreliable Narrator story happening, especially after the tail-end of TAB where they were driving home the idea of an unreliable narrator.

I think for many people, myself included initially, what really ruined it was TFP’s complete 180˚ from the original narrative and genre switch to B-Movie horror tropes. It really threw off the flow for us, and a lot of us are still struggling to understand what the heck happened. HOWEVER, I’ve come to terms with the season possibly all or in part being Unreliable Narrator / John’s Alibi / John’s TAB, which is the only thing, in my opinion, that makes sense for this series as-is.

Anyway, I agree with you, that IF the episodes were to be taken at face value (and I doubt they are supposed to, given how much 4th wall breaking and inconsistencies there are… they’ve literally made everything SO BLATANTLY wrong that even casuals were doubting what they were watching), then yes, I think your idea is a good one. 

He wasn’t ecstatic to see her, per say, especially with how things went last time they’d met – but she did look rather cute, Harry would admit. The country club uniform didn’t make her dull any, only gave her a chance to appear even brighter. A smile stretching at her lips, blindingly happy as she makes way towards them. Harry can already see the look in Niall’s eyes, and hopes it doesn’t stay around long. He actually wants a game today – surprisingly – and Niall being distracted by a sickeningly sweet caddy would not fulfill that wish.

“So, I’ve never really done this before,” Y/N admits, stepping up to Harry, “Like, do I carry the ball hitters?”

“Ball hitters,” Harry repeats unamused, “You do. Where are they?”

Y/N looks at him confused, “I thought you had ‘em?”


Harry mistakes the twist in his belly for loathing

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anonymous asked:

I asked Kelly, but I'll ask you as well: With the Jem comic ending, what would you say you learned from your time with it, what advice would you give younger/amateur/etc writers and artists based on your experience, and what do you wish you could have done differently? (Thank you <3)

The main thing I learned is probably how to deal with angry aggressive fans. I’ve had to deal with some mean unhappy people over the years because of Wet Moon and Glory mostly, but the angry Jem fans were a whole different ball game. I like to think it helped toughen me up. :D

I don’t know that I have any particular advice for younger creators based on my time on Jem, I’ve been doing this for over 10 years now and fundamentally Jem wasn’t any different than any other comic I’ve done. My advice is still do your best, try to have fun, and be friendly. And don’t be snippy with fans! ;)

What I would’ve done differently is a tough one because I always wish I could do EVERYTHING differently after I finish a project, I always see something I wish I could change after the fact. Some that spring to mind though are maybe handling Blaze differently, pushing harder for more character diversity, designing Roxy’s nose differently, and pushing harder to write my own Jem stories like one-off issues or something.

Thanks for the questions!! :)

the signs as funny statuses

aries: When I drive if you beep your horn 1 second after the light changes green I will shut off my car, lay on the hood & feed birds for an hour.

taurus: I’ve never seen a tombstone that read: “Died from not forwarding that text to ten people.”

gemini: Still waiting on the “Once you go black, you’ll never go back” episode of Mythbusters.

cancer: I wish Google Maps had an “Avoid Ghetto” routing option.

leo: If a person is texting while walking through a crosswalk against oncoming traffic that has green light I think it should be legal to hit them

virgo: Only in math problems can you buy 60 cantaloupes and nobody asks what the hell is wrong with you.

libra: When I have kids I am going to show them the movie 2012 and tell them I survived that.

scorpio: Why do people say grow some balls? Balls are weak and vulnerable, if you want to toughen up grow a vagina. Those things can take a pounding.

sagittarius: I want to change my name on Facebook to “No One,” so when I try to add people, it will say, “No One wants to be your friend.”

capricorn: It’s not hotter this year. It’s just that you are fatter and there is more surface area for the sun to hit.

aquarius: If robbers ever broke into my house and searched for money, I’d just laugh and search with them.

pisces: I wish you could Google anything. Like, “Where the fuck is my phone?” and it would be like, “It’s under the couch dumbass.”

mangainvestment  asked:

I have a boat load (heh) of questions for Hajime: Who did you spend the most time w/ on the island? Who do you wish you spent more time with? If Chiaki were around, would you have stayed in the machine with her? 4 the mod: Will there be an event when Izuru is around? I think it would be interesting to see him interact w/ the others given that the anime drops the ball on that aspect. Also how come there is no 2 character occupation for responses? That could make way for improved interactions.

Wow that’s a lot of questions…

I spent most of my time with Souda and Nagito. I wish I had spent more time with Nanami since well…You know.

If you are asking if I would have stayed in the Neo World if Chiaki was still in it then the answer is no. Sorry.

(Hey ! Please only one question at a time for the characters haha

For Izuru I’m working on something but I won’t say anything for now !

And hum sorry but I didn’t understand the last question? Can you rephrase it? (sorry since I’m french there are things I don’t always get ^^)

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“Bulma’s Wish” : 9/8/15

Dragon Ball AU where Vegeta is the saiyan sent to Earth. If Bulma HAD gotten to wish for a boyfriend like she originally planned. This is probably the last you’ll see of my art in a long while since I’m back at school for Fall semester. :P

>Inspired by Stupidoomdoodles’ “What if Vegeta was the saiyan stuck on Earth” concept.

Bulma, Vegeta © Dragon Ball Z

anonymous asked:

Do you know if it's normal that guys in the fandom doesn't treat the girls nice? I feel my posts with DBZ content is being looked down at and it seems to be because I'm a girl. I also make reaction videos on Youtube to Super episodes and I get a bunch of dislikes and nasty comments on those videos, which is not the case for my other videos. It seems to be the case for fellow female reactors. Why do guys say "I wish I had a girlfriend that liked DB", but when they appear, they're not nice?

Well I’m gonna be honest, I really don’t know the exact answer to this one. I wish I did, because that’s really fucked up. 

For one, a lot of the Dragon Ball fans on You Tube are either fucking stupid, asshole trolls, little kids or a combination of the three. They’re the casual fans who think DBZ is a hyper masculine all fighting with no plot series and get butthurt when they devote moments to characters, which in their eyes would be more feminine stuff or something, idk. 

I honestly think they’re threatened by a girl having actual opinions beyond “omg Vegeta is so hot” or some shit.

Also many people in the YouTube community believe TFS are what the characters are actually like, which shows how little credibility they actually have. I know it’s easier said then done but I’d just ignore them or block them.

As a guy I’m honestly guilty of the whole “I wish I had a hot girlfriend who I likes DB” mentality too, but I don’t know why guys attack girls or anyone for no reason. its basically the guaranteed way to not get a gf lol

Anyway, I would honestly like to take a look at your video. (I promise, not trying to be a creep or start hate, I’m genuinely curious to see your reactions and opinions)

anonymous asked:

Do you wish the boys in your life were more like Marco? Why or why not?

hell yes! most of the boys in my life are assholes! even ones that im super close to, exhibit a: one time my ex bestie cussed me out in class and i still refuse to talk to him. and my gay best friend is the sasssiest ball of rude but i love him like a brother. so yea id love that.

if i had someone irl that was like marco id probably fall in love w him bc ,, who wouldnt


Fall pictures!
Nothing too fancy but I really wanted to do these to ease into the fall season!

From top to bottom, left to right;
Philip, Scooter, Cinnamon Bun, Christopher (or Bubba), and Apollo!

Cinnamon’s was kinda quickly done cuz she wouldn’t stop moving lol..



“Oh no…” the fox mumbled as his eyes scanned the letter in his hands. He groaned, hanging his head low in defeat.

“What troubles you?” a sweet yet robotic voice asked behind him. CC walked towards the two-tailed fox, tugging on his lab coat to encourage him to answer her. Tails smiled as he turned to her.

“Oh, it’s just this charity event on behalf of Yellow Sky Industries. I completely forgot I agreed to it.”

“Do you mean the annual Young Heroes barbeque? I have heard a lot about that.” CC responded.

“I wish. That would be a blast. No, this is some banquet thing I have to host for the ‘upper class’ folk in town. You can’t get these guys to donate money to anything unless they’ve had their fill of crumpets and what not,” Tails growled, crumpling the letter into a ball before tossing it in a nearby bin, but CC let out a buzz of excitement.

“A social?! With guests to entertain and partake in ‘the mingling’?! I know the exact garment to wear!” She ran towards one of her most recent prototypes, quickly typing a code into the machine and yanking on a lever. Before Tails could interject, a shower-curtain-like divider sprung up between the pair. A few quick “zips” and “whirrs” could be heard from behind the curtain before the shield dropped and CC stood proudly in a formal gown, her synthetic hair extended and pulled tight into an updo. She straightened her posture and clasped her hands behind her back, waiting patiently for a compliment.

Tails blinked a couple of times, still trying to process what had just happened. He coughed when he realized he had been staring too long and shook his head. “This… This isn’t good news. Our friends… they don’t handle formal events well.” He ran his fingers through his fur, already stressing from the party he was meant to plan. “I used to laugh when Sticks would runamuck at the Awardy Awards, but they’re all terrible. You should have seen the weddings, they were absolute fiascos!”

CC walked up to Tails and smiled, her eyes half-lidded. “That is because you did not have my assistance,” she stated matter-of-factly. She placed her hands on his shoulders before firmly knocking him down into a seated position. She paced across the room, her perfect posture making her appear as if she was gliding instead of walking. “It is an important marker in every person’s life to plan some sort of gathering, correct? I have not completed that task. I would be most delighted to do it.” Her eyelids flickered as she paused in thought, flipping through her internal rolodex. “There are a multitude of venues that would be impressive. Yes, the observatory, that is the location. Caterers…searching… Aha, one of our frequent customers owns a local restaurant. I am sure it would put us in even better standing if we had them cater-”

Tails lost track of what she was saying, partially because she began speaking too quickly for Mobian ears and partially because he was more than a little impressed. He sat back in his chair, smiling as he watched her brainstorm. It calmed and excited him at the same time and he was thankful for the distraction she provided. He shot up when he noticed her piercing electric blue eyes meeting his, a gentle smile on her face.

“Besides, ‘how bad can it be?’”

Oh great. She just had to say that.


Told you I’d come up with some silly random comic series alongside HHNF. I have too many ideas in my head, I’m being torn apart! FPS isn’t really linear, it’s just a bunch of tiny moments from one night. Also, there will be alcohol. More specifically, some very drunk hedgehogs. You have been warned!

Fred Weasley Imagine - Perfect

Could you do a Fred imagine where he thinks the reader is absolutely perfect and loves them so much but is to scared to tell them because they are best friends and he thinks the reader likes Draco if that makes any since at all - requested by whose-side-are-you-on

Here you go!  Hope you like it!

     “I really wish I had a date for the Yule Ball,” I sigh as I fiddle with a strand of my hair.  Hint.  Hint.

     Fred Weasley, my best friend since birth and my crush, is distracted by something in the Transfiguration textbook and doesn’t respond.

     “At this point, I’d even go with Draco Malfoy.”  My goodness, boys can be so dense.  He still hadn’t taken the hint, and I had been trying to get him to ask me for weeks.

     Fred finally glances up at me, a slightly irritated expression on his face.  “Then why don’t you ask him?” he says angrily.

     I frown.  “Fred, I don’t actually want to go to the Yule Ball with Malfoy!  Why would you think that?”

     He shrugs and turns back to the textbook.

     Fred is being strangely quiet and moody today.  Or maybe it was just the conversation are were having.  For the past couple weeks, whenever George (another one of my good friends and Fred’s brother) or I even brought up the ball Fred had clammed up.

     “So,” I say, trying yet again to get Fred’s attention, “Have you asked anyone?”

     “No,” he snaps at me.

     “Why not?”

     Fred glares at me.  “Because the girl I wanted to ask likes someone else!”

     Ah.  That is why Fred is acting so cranky.  And knowing him, he isn’t going to cheer up for a while, but I’m going to try.  “That sucks.  I’m sorry.  If you want, you can go with me.  I bet we’d have much more fun than you would with whoever she is, anyways.”

     “Really?”  Fred looks up at me, suddenly optimistic.

     “Um, of course.  Why wouldn’t I want to go with you?”

     Fred bites his lip and looks at me.  God, he is so cute when he does that.  “y/n?  Can I tell you something?”

     I nod gingerly.  It must be serious.  Fred usually just blurts out whatever he wants to say, whenever he wants to say it.

     “y/n, you were the girl I wanted to ask to the ball.”

     My jaw drops.  “Fred!  Why didn’t you just tell me?  I’ve been hoping you would ask me for months now!”

     Fred shifts uncomfortably in his seat.  “Well, for starters, I thought you liked Malfoy.  You kept making comments about how you would go with him if he asked you.”

     I almost laugh out loud.  “Fred, those were supposed to be hints!  I was trying to make sure you knew that I didn’t have a date and I would say yes if you asked!”

     “Oh,” he says.

     “I would never like a twat like Malfoy.”

     “Yeah, I should have realized.  You’re way to good for him.  You’re perfect.”

     And then Fred stops talking, and starts to blush, as though he has said too much.

     I break out into a grin.

     “Fred, you are perfect.  I can’t wait to dance with you at the ball.”

     I kiss him lightly on the cheek and practically skip back to the girls’ dormitory.  I can’t wait to tell all my friends that my dream date has finally become a reality.