but idk if i was tall enough

YALL SIT IN YOUR CHAIRS BC I’M BOUTA UNLOAD MY SHARE OF PETTY. Now I have never wanted to cosplay. I have nothing against it, it’s not my thing simply. I’ve not been big on anime. My best friends have been begging me to go to cons and cosplay for YEARS. Seriously I don’t budge. NOW I MEET THIS GUY. STARRY EYED. Tell my homies I’d cosplay for him. Put a dollar in the falling too fast jar Sienna.  AND AFTER TWO MONTHS HE GHOSTS ME FOR FOUR DAYS  EVEN WHEN I TELL HIM I’M IN THE ER (it was for my finger but still) THEN OVER THE PHONE ENDS THINGS AND TRIES TO ASK OUT MY BEST FRIEND SAYING SHE’S MORE HIS TYPE. WOW. Now I’m short…5′0 and he’s not tall either like idk 5′4 or 5′6 or something but he tells her I’m too short for him AND I’m not active enough ??? to which my golden girl goes “Homie she forces me on hikes I’m 10000% lazier than her” and his problem too is I wouldn’t ever cosplay with him for cons???? So this sweet angel of a best friend TELLS THE TRUTH LIKE “UHHHHHH ACTUALLY SHE TOLD ME SHE WOULD COSPLAY  FOR YOU AND SHE AND I ARE GONNA GO TO AX THIS YEAR” This arrogant little venus fly trap’s anus has the AUDACITY TO SAY “Just stick her in an animal costume” as if I can’t do something cool????? SO MY PETTY LEVEL IS I’M GOING TO AX THIS YEAR IN AN EXCEPTIONAL COSPLAY alsoiamsleepingwithhisbestfriendandhedoesnotknowlol


Josephine/ Adaar fuels my life, enough to make a comic and draw sketches of them all the goddamn time.

Also I MIGHT have exagerated Adaar’s size but oh well, the bigger size difference the better am I right?

nepenthe (m)

members: jeon jungkook, reader, a hint of jin on the side.

words: 5,261

summary: you’re jin’s soulmate. jungkook is an immoratal who’s been bound to you from the beginning of his existence. he’s helped you through everything in your past lives. this time is no different once you discover commitment isn’t your best friend.

a/n: this may or not be the start of a small series, idk depends on whether or not i finish my list by my birthday lmao. but anyway happy EARLY birthday @jinxkook​!! since this was meant to be posted on your birthday, and i prepared a sweet lil letter and all, i’m not gonna delete it, but i sincerely hope it’s a good day for you, you really deserve it dude. stay happy (and please take care of yourself) much love. ;]

Originally posted by jjks

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Word Count: 4241

Genre: Smut*

*Warnings: Dom!Namjoon, rough oral… kind of rough in general.

Summary: Meeting a cute boy at a fancy party, and Namjoon punishing you for listening to his flirtations.

A/N: Idk if CEO!Namjoon is a thing, but here he is. This is actually something I wrote for my editor, because you never fail me! Thank you for your continued patience and encouragement. I mean when I say that I can never thank you enough. <3

     The lavish smelling perfume that permeated the room burned your nostrils, black tuxedos and designer cocktail dresses crowding the room as waiters sauntered from person to person with tall glasses of wine offered on shining silver trays. People were paired off here and there in the grand entryway of the hotel, their voices chiming boasts of their wealth. It was a scene you had become all too familiar with, but one that you were never comfortable in.

      The small chatter of the people around you did nothing to drown out the annoyance that crawled up your spine. Even the thick sips of the sweet red wine in your hand didn’t offer any kind of solace from checking your phone every five minutes, glancing at the time and your text messages both. They disappointed you every time as well, as the time dragged on and you still received no confirmation of your boyfriend’s appearance.

    “I may be a little late, but that’s all.” Namjoon had said, watching with an intense gaze as you slipped the red cocktail dress down your curves. The pink of his tongue glided over his lips as he eyed you, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed back his lust. You lived for moments like these, where his often unnoticed appreciation for you showed. Catching himself in his weakness, his expression fell flat once again, causing you to sigh as you smoothed the dress down your hips. As usual, those moments were never long and he never let you divulge in them for any longer.

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anonymous asked:

Firstly, I really love how responsive and friendly you are to anons who ask you strange Silm questions sort of out of nowhere. You are such a delight to this fandom! Secondly, if it's not too much trouble, I was curious about whether you generally have very strong mental images of characters, and if so, would you like to share any of them? I ask because I saw you had great fancasts for some of your OCs, and I wanted to know if you had clear pictures in mind for any canon ones too.

Lovely, kind Anon! You are incredibly sweet to say so! I am actually incredibly bad at fancasts (you will note I do not have one for the ostensible protagonist of an original series I’ve been working on for idk how many years) but I love you so I’ll give it a go. 

I’m not the first person to note this but Cykeem White makes a gorgeous Fingon

Michael Lockley as Aegnor? Pretty enough to be an elven prince and the hair

Zoe Kravitz as Aredhel? White Lady of Gondolin and I Just Killed This Thing And Now I’m Gonna Wear It (And Maybe Kill You Too)

Sophie Turner as Maedhros because I confuse him and Sansa in fanart enough anyway, may as well go for broke. Also, she’s like 9ft tall. 


moodboard: asha/yara greyjoy 

“Peace. Land. Victory. I’ll give you Sea Dragon Point and the Stony Shore, black earth and tall trees and stones enough for every younger son to build a hall. We’ll have the northmen too … as friends, to stand with us against the Iron Throne. Your choice is simple. Crown me, for peace and victory. Or crown my uncle, for more war and more defeat. What will you have, ironmen?”

anonymous asked:

why do you think it was jensen who did that to msiha's clothes? it coul have been anyone.

well, obviously i don’t know for sure, no one has explicitly stated who did it. but here is what i know:

+ Jensen’s autographs and Misha’s Castiel photo ops were at the same time. 

+ i had a Jensen auto before i did my Cas op. during the auto, Jensen was speaking with his handler about going somewhere. it went a little something like this (paraphrasing here): 

Handler: *whispering something*
Jensen: “Oh really?”
Handler: *smiles, nods*
Jensen: “Okay. I’m gonna go.”

After that I went to get my Cas op. 

+ after my Cas op I was speaking with my friend who was volunteering. i mentioned Jensen’s auto line was still going where as Jared’s was nearly done. she said it’s because Jensen took a “potty break that ended up being quite long” in the middle of his autos.

+ shortly after that the Cas ops ended and Misha posted the video to Facebook.

so i’m not saying Jensen did it for sure, but. i’m saying the shoe fits pretty nicely…


-What’s DarkpathAU?-

I needed a way to better reference their outfits, and I know some of you have been asking about references for them too, so here’s this. Including a sloppy height chart to show how much everyone’s grown (or lack thereof). Baymax is super tall now thanks to his added leg stilts, because Hiro is fully convinced that taller - more menacing, and “we want people to fear us”.

So Baymax is now overly huge and has many problems with doors, poor guy (added a zoomed in ver of the nerds sheet because of this reason, and seriously it was so hard to cram Baymax onto there BUT I TRIED MY BEST) Also I took off their helmets so you could see their hair and headbands and stuff, minus Fred who is nearly perma stuck in his suit by this point.

I watched an interview

That I had never seen before with Gwendoline Christie. It was done by HBO and it was in promotion of s2. The first question was about how she prepared for the character Brienne of Tarth, who, for those who don’t know on my blog, is extremely masculine and in the books she’s supposed to be pretty hideous.

Now Gwen Christie is quite the opposite of that; in my opinion she’s the most beautiful woman walking this earth. But her answer to that question was that she drew a lot from her personal experiences. Since throughout s2 (and the entire series, really) men are always sneering at her, calling her names like “beast” and “ugly” and all the sorts, and even Jamie Lannister’s (who everybody ships her with, idk why) first words to her was “is that a woman?” So, Gwen was talking about how she has experienced a lot of that shit in her own life.

And honestly it broke my heart to hear that. I have never once looked at her and thought anything less than she is a gorgeous, talented, intelligent woman and it makes me want to cry that anyone has ever been mean to her in her life.

But I guess that’s normal patriarchy stuff. Plus her height (6'3) makes getting clothes that actually fit (I’m not that tall but I’m tall enough to know the pants struggle, they are NEVER long enough), people yelling about how tall women shouldn’t wear high heals because they’re far too tall already, and feeling forced to present themselves as extra feminine to counter the masculinity associated with being that tall—I’m sure she’s had to face just like all the other tall women under patriarchy. It’s disgusting to think about.

But I just wanted to say how much I love Gwen because she’s a strong woman and she’s owning that shit, big time, and I’m proud of her.

anonymous asked:

Ok so there aren't that many girls at my school who are interested in girls and most of them are taken or I've known them for long enough that It would be awkward (like before preschool) but there's one and she's unreasonably tall (seriously like 6'3ish I think) and she's hilarious and goes everywhere on heelies at school and just aaaaaaa she's really nice and actually hears me when I talk bc I have a really quiet voice and idk if I have a crush on her or just platonic but she's really great


ernest is twice the size as he was last year :^O !!!

midnight-waterlilly  asked:

Hey! I have a question you've maybe answered before and maybe I just haven't looked enough. But I like really really love your fics about Michael and Jeremy but I actually have no idea what they're from? What is bmc?? Haha sorry if this is a stupid question. I suddenly love them because of your fics but idk who they are!

Not a stupid question at all! BMC stands for Be More Chill, which is a musical (based on a book of the same name by Ned Vizzini)

Originally posted by softconnor

It follows Jeremy Heere (tall beanpole, pictures above in a stripped shirt) and his struggles with being this lanky, awkward, loser in high school. So he takes this micro-computer pill, called a SQUIP, and becomes cool! But everything comes at a price, and Jeremy has to live with that. 

The script for the musical (as there is no bootleg) can be found here, and the soundtrack here

Also! In case you were confused on the shipping, I ship Jeremy with Michael Mell (pictures above as a literal ray of sunshine with a red hoodie and white headphones), and the ship name is boyf riends (which becomes much clearer when you read the script.)

Comprehensive Timeline of My Relationship with Carli Lloyd

I’d like to start off by saying that I’ve met probably 90% of the USWNT players that have been around the last couple of years (still waiting to meet Pinoe and Morgan Brian!), and I have to say, literally ALL of them have been kind and gracious. A lot of them go out of their way to take pictures or talk for a little bit (special shout-outs to Julie Johnston and Crystal Dunn for being so friendly; Ali Krieger who is a total sweetheart, gives great hugs, and laughed at all my jokes; Christen Press who bravely dodged cranky security to come take pics with us; and most of all my absolute fave BECKY SAUERBRUNN who was so incredibly nice and appreciative that I was a huge fan. She even remembered me a year later, hugged me, and said how nice it was to see me!)

The USWNT is full of kind, gracious, fun, and interactive players. That is, with only one exception - Carli Lloyd.

Disclaimer:  Much like at the beginning of Carli’s book, all events in the following post have been described to the best of my ability. Quotes may not be 100% word for word accurate, but believe me I have not forgotten the sentiments behind them. I am genuinely a fan of Carli Lloyd; I think she’s very talented and absolutely hysterical. I bought her jersey! This post is not meant to spread hate; I am trying to be as objective as possible. If I truly felt like I did something to deserve Carli’s loathing, I would have no problem admitting it, but I still honestly can’t really pinpoint what I did to deserve it!!

Fall 2012

Our rollercoaster of a relationship started in fall 2012. My sister and I got invested in the USWNT during the Olympics, like OBSESSED. I’m embarrassed to admit how many times we’ve watched Party in the USA and still have dreams about Alex Morgan’s header against Canada years later. So when we found out that Carli Lloyd was being honored at a Rutgers Women’s Soccer game that fall, we had to go! That’s only 20 minutes from my house! Like she’s Carli Lloyd…who wouldn’t take the chance to meet this woman??

I had a pretty good idea of what her personality was like.  I watched that post-Olympic final interview where she was going on about how she’s a champion and works the hardest out of everyone, so I’m like yeah okay Carli whatever, but I still thought she would be cool in person, right? How young, how naive. She was honored at halftime and after the game she went over to the side of the bleachers. It was cold out so my sister and I wanted to try to meet her and then go home. There were a couple people by the fence already waiting for her. Carli is talking to a friend about thirty feet away, but she knows we’re here. Some kids are calling for her autograph. She refuses to come over, even though she is clearly doing nothing urgent. She turned her back to us. Now I try not to be an entitled fan, no player owes fans pictures or autographs etc etc blah blah blah, but there are seven people here and she’s not doing anything! It would have taken two minutes. She doesn’t even have to do it for me; do it for the little girls there! Like would Ali Krieger or Tobin Heath have blown us off? I don’t think so! The game’s over and I still vividly remember when dozens of ten year old girls rush over and are crowding in on her, she backs away slowly and gets Brian to pull up right on the other side of the fence, and then she makes her great escape. It was literally like this scene from Jurassic Park:

It’s the most awkward, hilarious thing I’ve ever seen. Fearless champion Carli is terrified of ten year olds. She should have appreciated it more when it was just seven of us. So that being said, I don’t remember having any interaction that was significant enough for Carli to remember me, like she didn’t come close enough for us to talk to her. I think all I did was wave? Idk but I guess it was enough for Carli to remember me. (I’m a 6'4 tall woman, but still, how did she remember me from that?) So apparently we’re off to a rockier start than I expected. Idk how and to this day I do not fully comprehend why she dislikes me so much…

The story continues.

April 2013

This experience does not involve me unfortunately. But my sister was in NYC for a school event that was later that night and had some free time before it started. What a perfect opportunity to go to Times Square for the US Soccer Centennial celebration! The special guest was Carli Lloyd, who wasn’t with the WNT because of injury. The universe really came together to create this perfect moment. My sister goes to the setup in Times Square, and goes straight to Carli who’s inside the little mini field that was set up there. She can’t tell if Carli recognizes her or not, but tries to make conversation about the National team, if she’s excited to play for the Flash, etc. but all Carli can muster up is a few uninterested one word answers. Carli tries to sign her autograph but complains that my sister’s pen isn’t working. She gets Carli a new one, Carli says in the most monotone voice possible, “it’s okay I have a better one.” Okay Carli! This isn’t going particularly well!! But by the grace of God this other dude comes up to them, and says “Who are you? Are you famous? Can I have your autograph??” Carli is dumbfounded and annoyed, responding “You don’t know who I am? You want my autograph but you don’t know me?” You just know she is so confused by the nerve of this man, not knowing who this glorious champion is. My sister senses an opportunity and jumps on it. “How do you not know who she is? This is Carli Lloyd, Olympic champion. How can you not know her??” The poor man, she totally threw him under the bus. But it was worth it because Carli gave her a smile and nod of approval. She’s in!! Later Carli takes a picture with my sister and even puts her arm around her! My sister was with me that night at Rutgers and now Carli’s good with her! If that’s true then she probably doesn’t have anything against me either, that is even if she remembers me. I felt so relieved!

July 31, 2014

The Western New York flash is coming to play Sky Blue. By the locker room, the Flash players are coming out and high-fiving people that are lined along the fence. I’m there with my sister and my two cousins. Carli comes out and starts high-fiving people until she sees me. We make eye contact. Her expression can only be read as annoyance. Unmistakable! I’m not kidding, she literally high fived people up until the girl right in front of me, looked me in the eyes, then stopped and crossed to the other side. What? Did that just happen? No way that was a coincidence! I have definitely picked up on the dislike now. She knows me and she does not like me!! It gets worse after the game. At Yurcak field the players sign from field level and reach up to the people in the stands to sign, so the angle is sometimes hard to see which players are there, and it’s hard for them to see everyone up top too when it’s crowded. I spot Carli. There’s a bunch of little girls ahead of me on the fence, but I look over and shout “Carli, you were exquisite!”  She looks up at me, sees me, and is visibly annoyed. She STOPS SIGNING some little girl’s ball mid-name and leaves. Like the poor little girl’s ball literally just says Carl. CARL!!! The little girl looks at her ball and looks up at me with a mix of sadness and confusion, like what did you dooooo?

Oops sorry kid. Carli couldn’t even finish signing her name before she took off to get away from me.

June 2015

For a year Carli is fortunate enough to mostly escape me. I couldn’t make it to the Sky Blue vs Houston game in April 2015. But I saw her after the WWC semi final in Montreal. My cousin found out the hotel where the girls were staying, so we head there after the game.  It is VERY crowded. They kick all of us out of the hotel, so we line the sidewalk where they will walk in from the bus. The bus arrives. We are all very excited! They just beat Germany in a great semifinal game! The girls walk by single file. They wave and smile and high five fans. We spot Carli coming. We are behind people, but remember, we are all over 6 feet in my family so we have long reaches. My cousin yells for Carli and she looks over, smiles, and high fives him. The glorious moment was even posted on the ussoccer_wnt twitter!

I see her high five my cousin.  I want a high five… I cheer “Carli!” and hold up my hand. She looks at my face, looks at my hand, turns away and walks on. Seriously? AGAIN?? I only wanted a quick high five but I was rebuffed. Please see the video below documenting this.

September 2016

During this past NWSL season, Carli was away on national team duty when Houston came to NJ. It’s been over a year since Carli and I have had any significant interaction. I miss her. In August Carli takes forever to get back to the Dash even though the rest of her WNT teammates were able to get their butts back to their teams. My sister makes a mildly critical comment on Twitter about Carli’s obvious lack of commitment to the NWSL. BLOCKED!! Like it wasn’t even that bad but I’m happy because this might mean that I’m no longer her least favorite!! Luckily for my sister, Carli is merciful and unblocks her weeks later. She promises to never hate on Carli again. But now that we know that Carli clearly checks her mentions, maybe she’s seen all the times that I’ve tweeted that I love her! Shouldn’t that mean something? Probably not.

It seems like another year will go by without talking to Carli. Depressing! That is until Carli announces a book signing in NJ September 26th. Of course I have to go! This will give me an opportunity to see Carli where she can’t just leave as soon as she sees me. I’m in! My sister and my friend come with me. It’s really crowded but the line is moving ridiculously fast, like everybody is only getting five seconds with her… People are tweeting about how they waited hours in line for 5 seconds of getting ignored by her. Yeah that’s not gonna cut it for me! I didn’t wait on this line just for that. Plus, we have some tension to resolve! So we finally get downstairs in the bookstore where she’s signing. She spots me.

She reacts in that typical Carli way:

She looks in the other direction and refuses to look back.

She tries her hardest not to make eye contact with me again.

We are getting closer and closer to the front of the line. People have 5 seconds tops with Carli. Hah, just wait until I get up there. A woman takes our books to get them ready for Carli to sign. Turns out the girl is Carli’s glorious cousin. I make friends with her and we are joking around together.  I tell her, “Listen I have a bit of a rocky past with your cousin so I’m gonna need you to help me out a little bit.” She thinks I’m still joking with her, so she nods and winks. Thanks cousin!!

It’s finally our turn! I call out to the cousin and ask her to take pictures of us with my phone. She hesitates for a second, presumably because she’s probably not supposed to do that, but agrees. The three of us go up to Carli. She is smiling! Wow! I mean it’s completely forced but it’s a step in the right direction!

As we walk up, the cousin yells out “Carli! These are my friends!” Carli, in a monotone voice, looks at me and says, “oh.”

We tell Carli how nice it is to see her again. We pose for our picture. Everyone else stands in front of Carli while she signs. Not us! We stand next to her and make her pose, and she can’t really say anything because her cousin is the one leading the charge. The guy that works there says we’re not supposed to pose for pictures. Carli adds, “yeah.. you’re setting a bad example” and we’re just like haha Carli you’re so funny! I guess clearly we are out of line for posing for pictures and stretching out those five seconds to a full 45 or so. She signs all our books. This picture was taken while we talked to her, and it is a perfect representation of our relationship. (Photo creds: Carli’s cousin)

Here comes my favorite part: As we get ready to leave, I stand in front of her to get my book signed and I said very genuinely “Carli, this has been the most positive interaction we have had in years. Thank you so much!” She looks up at me, locks eyes, and says in the most serious and deadpan way possible, “I know”. At this point I am dying inside with laughter. As we turn to leave we all say goodbye and she says “thank you for your support”, as if someone is twisting her arm to say it.

The first step in fixing a problem is acknowledging that it exists. By saying that this is our first positive interaction, we admitted that our friendship has been negative in the past but we are turning over a new leaf. I love Carli Lloyd and can’t wait to see her next year. I look forward to many more positive interactions in the future!! ❤️ If not, at least Becky likes me!

Its coming along well. The only problem is I have no idea what sort of dress to draw for Marco. 

yoojinz  asked:

“fight me, you attractive stranger” + jungkook k tnx bye

if this isn’t you idk what is 

Morning rush hour in cafés was already hell enough. People were hustling and bustling, trying to get to their workplaces or classes on time, and it was never easy being the barista. You had to deal with all the coffee spills, crying kids, complaining customers. You sure as hell did not need a very, very cute guy protesting his damned coffee which had a smidgen of sugar in it.

“I ordered it black.” He said. God, even his voice was hot. What the fuck. He was tall too, broad shoulders and all. A blue beanie kept his hair down, giving him a boyish preppy look that was so your type. White t-shirt did absolutely nothing to hide his fit and lean body. Weak. You realized then and there that you were weak.

But definitely not weak enough to give in to his demands. “I apologize, sir. I’m really sorry I accidentally added a pinch of sugar in there but we honestly don’t have the time right now to make another.”

“It’s black coffee. How hard can it be?”


“I ordered black coffee. I can’t function without it.”

A muscle in your jaw twitched. This guy may be cute as fuck but you were so drained from all the complaints thus far that you just… snapped. “Fight me, you attractive stranger.” The words slipped out before you could think them through. Goddammit. It was supposed to sound angry and insisting. But you just sounded like a damn fangirl.

His lips quirked up into a deliciously adorable smile. Shit. Shit. Abort mission. Your brain sort of short circuited when his perfect row of teeth peeked between his pink lips. Oh my God. He had bunny teeth! Heaven forbid. “You think I’m attractive?”

“No. Go away, I’m busy.”

“You owe me coffee. I’ll forgive you this time because you called me attractive.”

“Okay, okay, just go. I have other orders to tend to.”

“Jeon Jungkook and I will see you bright and early tomorrow morning. Black coffee, no sugar at all.” He smiled, loving the way your face scrunched up in annoyance. He was really tempted to throw in a cheesy ‘you’re the only sweetness I need’ but he figured he’d like to keep the cheesy level down for today at least.