but she's so pretty and flawless

anonymous asked:

I hate to ask, coz you have so many requests, but could you draw some modern versions of Angelica, Eliza and Peggy? Like modern AU? You're amazing person and artist and I love your animatics!!!!!

ur typical modern au :o

eliza - music teacher that has more energy than the kids she teaches, made alex fall in love w her in a week, a world record

angelica - badass lawyer, soon to be president, has basically a flawless life style??? how does she do it

peggy - at uni, trying to survive in this horrible world through running a popular twitter account w fresh memes, pretty goddamn gay

  • what she says: I'm fine.
  • what she means: In Who Framed Roger Rabbit, Roger puts his hand down on a dusty chair. When he takes his hand away there are finger prints in the dust. Someone took the time to make sure the prints matched exactly to his cartoon hands. The editing is flawless. So much love and attention went into this movie, so many details that would only be seen through careful re-watching. Also you get to see Mickey Mouse and Bugs Bunny in the same scene which is pretty cool.
Camel Emoji Review

Not my favorite. He looks a little to airbrushed to be traveling the desert, and his neck kinda looks like a chicken neck but A+ for effort. 1.5/5 too much detail

Now here’s a special boy!!! Look at those humps!!!!! Beautiful colors, pretty blanket, nice angle. 5/5 I’d trust him with my kids

I like the stylistic approach. The black outline gives our friend here a nice pop. But why they have only 3 leg??? 3/5 Not enough leg

i dont like this one 0/5 

Yikes. Wow, okay. I see what you were trying to do here, LG, but it’s just not working. This guy looks a bit like a rat that has some weird growths. 0/5 see a doctor

Oh! We got a party animal around here! Look at those long spaghetti legs, the lack of facial features, the humps. Wow. She looks v fun. 4/5 looks like the color of Kraft mac and cheese

This one is pretty good. He looks realistic without looking trashy (cough cough Apple) He seems a bit uptight, though. Loosen up, buddy. 3.5/5 i have nothing to say this one actually looks like a camel

Another realistic-ish one, I see. She’s…. Okay. I’m not a fan of the hair details and she looks like she’s scheming against me. 2/5 i don’t trust her

Wow!!!! Look at her go! Those humps are flawless! I love the salmon color! She’s so pretty!!! 5/5 i would share my lunch with her

awww poor baby they look so scared. What happened? Why are u so trembly, little one? Whatever it is, I hope they get through it. 4/5 poor thing!!

the legs are too square, it’s head looks like a snake, its humps are lopsided. I dont trust this man. 1/5 the colors are aight tho

stop!!!!! -2/5

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the grisha trilogy meme: [3/5] alternative universes - Mean Grisha (credit to @snarkydarkling for the idea & also for going over almost every mean girls scene with me adaksjk)

The Darkling… How do I begin to explain The Darkling? The Darkling is flawless. I hear his hair’s insured for 4 million kruge. I hear he does car commercials… in Shu Han. His favorite movie is Death Becomes Her. One time he met Nina Zenik on a plane… And she told him he was pretty.
Mal: One time he punched me in the face… it was awesome.

My hopes for SMC Dream/Naoko's vision

(Since everyone is doing this…and literally everyone in the smc fandom has different expectations for the new designs in season 4. But no one has been a voice I personally 100% agree with (everyone is slighty different) and I know this is pointless since Japanese animators do not read tumblr responses from any western fans but here it goes.)

Sailor Moon as visioned by Naoko Takeuchi, right from the beginning had a myriad of inspirations that inspired the creation of Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon and the Sailor V manga. Maybe it might be hard to notice at first but these inspirations become more apparent with each volume. There is most definitely a reason for everything she does.

So in order to talk about “my hopes” I need to tell you about Naoko’s. We are one in the same and I wouldn’t change a thing. She loves many things and all of the things she loves are present in Bishojo Senshi Sailor Moon!

She loves fashion and was frequently inspired by Vogue and 90’s couture. Even some of the outfits were directly inspired from signature couture pieces! This is why proportions appear elongated and there’s a certain elegance and maturity to her designs. If you’ve ever seen a fashion designer make a sketch then you’ll know why.

She loved figure skating and the movement and elegance of dancing which is why everything has the caught-in-the-wind effect. You’ve probably noticed the skirts look a lot like the skirts figure skaters wear. That’s why the clothes are short and flowy so they can move around in them easily.

One of the most important inspirations for the message of Sailor Moon (SM) and the concept was her love for Astronomy and astrophotography. This probably explains the weightlessness of her designs or why there is a noticeable reduction in gravity in her drawings like everything is floating.

When times were stressful, she dreamed of one day, going up in space and looking back on Earth. She tells us we only have one Earth and to experience such a thing from that vantage point is a reminder of what true happiness must be like. A small reminder that we share more similarities in each other than we have differences.

She loved takarazuka (Japanese) style theater and this probably inspired some of the role-reversals you see in SM. This is why most of the villians are female. Also why Tuxedo Kamen plays a role similar to the damsel in distress or why he typically has powers normally associated with female characters. The key here is female empowerment. You get the sense of strength from this inspiration. This explains the guardian-aspect of the characters here.

Finally one of the last inspirations that drove her to become a mangaka was reading girls manga. She loved this concept and she was a big supporter of seeing more media produced for women by women in the future.

Remember this was at a time in the early 1990s where the Equal Employment Opportunity Law was passed which enabled women to go out into the world and work. She thought it was long overdue and that women needed to be involved in the industry.

So to sum up this short but very long article, when you start saying things like “I want the animators to change their proportions or I don’t think they should wear lip gloss.” What you are effectively saying is that you support the removal of something that makes Sailor Moon, Sailor Moon and so special to so many.

The proportions resemble fashion and add elegance/sophistication and give the girls a sleek maturity. Hence why they are styled with lip gloss to make a statement. It’s empowering. You’re effectively supporting the removal of something that makes them so powerful. It’s literally a fantasy and not meant to be taken literally. This is not real-life, it’s a work of fiction inspired by real life.

So yes, I hope the sequel of Sailor Moon Crystal takes these inspirations into account. I hope dream is dreamy, elegant, mature & elongated, stylized, empowering, flowy & weightless, caught-in-the-wind and an overall fantasy from a females perspective.

In dream they are all 15 (some are older) and in stars they turn 16. I see no point in supporting super exaggerated anime expressions that make the girls appear younger when they are not at this point.

Sailor Moon is a story about a group of girls with tragic pasts who were forced to grow up quickly and fight for what they believe in at a very young age. Don’t try to change Sailor Moon, let them be who they are. Let them grow up in front of our eyes and be the strong and courageous women they were destined to become.

It’s a powerful message not easily digestible by a society that still views women as the exact opposite of all things Sailor Moon stands for. Sailor Moon never once acts masculine. She emodies everything feminine. She has the bows, the skirt, the make-up, the earrings, tiara and the flawless hair and she stands strong in the face of what seems to be impossible circumstances.

She makes us all believe the impossible has a chance in hell to become possible again. That we all stand a chance, even if the odds are against us. This is Naoko Takeuchi’s dream and this is my dream. So “#just let me dream” and “#take me to the stars

The moonlight is a messenger of Love.

An Arranged Marriage (Newt x Reader)

**Gif not mine**

I know I said 11:00AM but I had to post it

Request:  Hi can you make newt × reader where they are in arranged marriageand she hates him but he adores her and after year of hating him she finds out that she actually loves him?(sorry if this is confusing😁)  - Anon

EXTREMELY IMPORTANT: So this amazing imagine was written by my good friend Bevin @imherefromninospizza!  But it was edited by me.  She’s bluebird0904 on Wattpad, and her book “Misfits” is  A M A Z I N G!  It has over 345K reads so maybe go check her out!  

Also, if this isn’t an accurate wedding we apologize xD


You nervously fiddled with your diamond earring, watching silently as maids rushed around, hurrying to make you look flawless for your wedding.  A white dress hung around you, a pretty thing with white lace and silk imported from India.  Your hair tumbled around your ears in tight curls, and white gloves hid your long, willowy fingers.  A light blush tinted your cheeks, and your lips were stained a dark red.  This would have been a wonderful day for anyone else, but you weren’t anyone else.  While wedding days usually stuck in your brain as a good and happy thing, you knew it was going to be a bad memory.

Then again, arranged marriages weren’t a happy thought.

Your parents had run out of options for you.  Every man that was eligible to become your husband had left after the first meeting, not being able to handle your disdain towards them.  Newt Scamander was the only one that lasted to the wedding day.  He adored you, but you just wanted him to leave you alone.

“Are you ready dear?” your mother asked, walking into the room and wiping away a tear.

You just glared at her as you picked up the hem of your dress, pushing past her as you stalked out of the room.

Her scurrying footsteps followed you in your wake as you march into the cathedral.  Your father was there waiting for you, his arm out for you to take.  You weren’t exactly happy for the moment, you know, with the whole arranged marriage papers your parents signed.  You sarcastically smiled at your father, who was nearly in tears as well, and linked your arm in his.  The doors to the cathedral flung open.  Your feet dragged down the aisle as the music played, and you had to force the bile crawling up your throat back down.  This was against everything you believed in.

When you reached Newt, he held out his hand for you to take.  You scowled at it, but you could practically feel your parents burning holes into the back of your skull, so you took it, and your father took his seat in the front row next to your mother.

Newt’s smile somehow brightened, and you wanted to slap his puppy-dog face.

The priest started his speech, saying you were connected and yada yada yada.  Newt’s hands were sweaty and warm in yours, but when you tried to wiggle your gloved ones away, he only held on tighter.  You let out a sigh of defeat as the priest turned to you to say your vows.  The recited words flew out of your mouth monotonically.  There was a hurt look on his face when you ended, but he said his vows with all the sappy romance that a person in love would have.

You wanted to rip out his chestnut curls.

“Do you, Y/N, take Newton Scamander to be your lawfully wedded husband?” the priest said.

You hesitated, but finally spat out an “I do.”

The priest nodded, satisfied, before turning to Newt.  “And do you, Newton Scamander, take Y/N to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

“I do,” Newt said automatically, a huge grin on his face.

“Then you may now kiss the bride,” the priest said happily.

Disgust rolled in your stomach as you turned to face Newt.  His eyes were gleaming.  “Are you ready?”

“I’ll never be,” you sighed as you closed the space between the two of you.

Cheers erupted in the crowd.  You pulled away from him.  There was a genuine smile on his face, but it quickly fell away when you spoke.

“Don’t expect me to be anything other than hostile to you,” you murmured in his ear before the reception began, leaving him with a sad look on his face.

This was never going to work out.

**One Year Later**

Sunlight dripped through your curtains, waking you up from your deep sleep.  Your arm was stretched out across the bed, which was still slightly warm.  You and Newt had been sleeping together ever since your mother found out that you were sleeping in different rooms.  (However, you did put a pillow between the two of you).  You first detested it, but now it felt almost… nice.  Although you were never willing to admit it.

Your bones popped as you got out of the bed and stretched.  You were about to open the door when the knob turned, opening to show a confused Newt.

“Oh… I thought you were still asleep,” he muttered, blushing.

“I’m obviously not,” you replied, walking past him to go to the kitchen.

You heard him sigh behind you, and suddenly he had gripped onto your arm, a dejected look in his eyes.  “Why are you so mean to me?” he whispered.  “I just want you to be happy, and if you hate me that much… then I’ll leave.”  Newt let go of your arm, and started to walk away, his shoulders slumped.

You realized you had made a big mistake.  “Wait!” you called out, Newt turning around.  

You realized it wasn’t the fact that you hated Newt, it was the fact you were mad for being forced into a marriage.  But you did love Newt, it just took you a bit to realize it.  You took out your anger for being forced to marry on him, which you know wasn’t right.  You would have liked it much better though if you had the option to marry the person you wanted by your side forever rather than being forced to marry a random person.

But now you realized Newt was that person you wanted by your side.  Forever.

“Newt… oh Newt, I’m so, so sorry  for the way I’ve treated you,” you said, holding both his hands in yours and looking right into his tear-filled sea green eyes.  “I took out my anger for being forced to marry on you, which I never ever should have done.  I know now that you’re the person I want by my side forever.  An intelligent, sweet, charming, and handsome man.  I know I’ve treated you like dirt from the beginning… but now I want a fresh start.  If you want to leave… I understand… but please… maybe give me another chance…?”

A bright smile shined on his face, and he tucked a strand of loose hair behind your ear.  “Of course I do, love.  It wasn’t your decision whether you married me or not.”

You leaned in and kissed him.  It was the kiss you had always wanted with Newt, a passionate, romantic, and sweet kiss.  When you pulled away you rested your forehead on Newt’s.

“I’m so sorry for everything I’ve done to you… the truth is… I-I love you, Newton Artemis Fido Scamander.”

He smiled.  “I love you too.”


Please let me know what you thought of it!

anonymous asked:

I recently found out that Juggead was supposed to be deaf/hard of hearing in Riverdale. Please please please do something with that

Awesome, that would’ve been so interesting.
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He was the outcast, the loner, the kid from the wrong side of the tracks, and to top it all off? He was the only deaf individual in all of Riverdale. He was affectionately labeled the moody deaf boy from the south side, an accurate description of his miserable life.

He had no friends, no one took the time to get to know him and why should they? He couldn’t hear, he was a mess, didn’t have the money for those expensive hearing aids the doctors were always talking about. All in all he didn’t have much going for him. He used to be best friends with Archie Andrews, captain of the football team and resident lady killer, but that was all before Jughead had started losing his hearing. Archie couldn’t handle the stress, he didn’t have enough patience, no one did, not even his own mother, she had walked out on him and his father as soon as they told her the prices for the hearing aids, she knew they wouldn’t be able to afford it and she felt like a failure, the guilt drove her away, well at least that’s what his father said.

So that’s what brought him to his current situation, alone at his lunch table buried in a book as students shuffled past to find their friends. It was nothing new, same routine for the past three years, nothing ever changed. Well that was until today.

He felt her sit before he even had the chance to look up, Betty Cooper, All American girl next door, perfect in Every way, the most beautiful girl in school, and she was currently sitting across from him, her gorgeous smile temporarily blinding him. This was the weirdest situation he had ever been in, perhaps he was dreaming.

“Hi, can I sit here” she signed effortlessly, smiling at him the entire time. Wait how did she…

“It’s okay if I can’t, I was just wondering” she signed again, her smile dimming slightly as she moved to stand, Jughead shook his head quickly

“You can stay.” Jughead said aloud, his voice hoarse from not being used all day. Teachers assumed he couldn’t speak so they never called on him, in actuality he could speak perfectly fine, he was 14 when he went deaf, he learned to speak well before that. Who was he to question his teachers choices?

Betty lowered herself slowly, almost cautiously now. “What are you reading?” She signed, her eyes curious as she tried to peek at the book. Jughead lifted the old novel, showing her the cover “in cold blood” it read

“Oh” Betty said aloud before finishing her sentence in sign language “I love that book! It’s so good!”

Jughead nodded suprised at her literary knowledge but also at her almost flawless sign language. He could read lips fairly well but sign language was much easier for him to understand and he had never met anyone other than doctors and therapists, who spoke in sign language it was amazing to him.

“How do you know sign language?” He finally asked, raising a brow as she blushed slightly

“I’ve been learning it for about two years” Betty signed “I’m actually pretty good” she boasted.

Jughead nodded “why? Why did you learn?” He questioned.

This time Betty spoke, her eyes downcast
“When I found out… about what had happened, I wanted to learn. I wanted to do something to help and this was all I could think of.” She looked back into his eyes and smiled slightly before signing “it took much longer than I expected”

Jughead laughed
“It’s tricky, why did you wanna learn this… for me?”

Betty nodded quickly
“I know what it’s like to have no one to talk too, I know what it’s like to have the only voices you hear be the ones in your brain, no one should have to go through that alone.” She mouthed.

Jughead felt his chest ache as his mouth went dry, that was exactly how he felt, how could she relate so realistically to him? He shook his head of his thoughts looked back at the blonde who was smiling shyly
“Well… Thankyou.”

Betty smiled brighter this time

“Of course, actually I was thinking, the bijou is holding a silent movie double feature tonight and I don’t know anyone who would appreciate that more than you! I think it would be awesome if you could come with me, that is if you want too” she signed it quickly and effortlessly, she really must have practiced quite a bit, when she saw him smiling she reached over the table and grabbed his hand hesitantly. Looking down in surprise he flexed his fingers and wrapped them around her own

“Okay” he whispered.

Five years later after the success of his novel, & the New York Times dubbing him one of the greatest up and coming young authors to hit the books, he found himself, fingers wrapped around that same hand in the tiny doctors office in Riverdale.

“Okay Mr.Jones, are you ready for me to turn them on?” The doctor asked smiling excitedly. He felt his blonde fiancé practically bouncing in her seat behind him as she leaned her curious eyes over the desk

“Okay” he whispered, smiling.

And when the world got too loud, he just held onto Betty Coopers hand and it all seemed to quiet. just the right amount.

A Higher Education PT.2

Summary: Shawn and yourself are best friends at University.

Word Count:  6,293

A/U: So happy with all of the support from you all. I’m really enjoying writing this so I think instead of three parts I will be doing four. But nothing more than that. ENJOY!

Your name: submit What is this?


“Yeah well just text me when you want us to come over?” I said as I pulled out my notebook.

We were sitting in the second row out of my choosing and because I had shown up early to get a good seat. I liked the third row because you were close enough for the prof to know your face but not too close for him to ask you questions.

“Excuse me?” I heard a voice coming from next to Shawn. I glanced over and saw the girl in the row up from us leaning over the seats, her long hair falling near Shawn and she pushed it back behind one ear. “I wasn’t here last class, do you think I could get a picture of your notes?”

My eyes narrowed automatically. First, most of the power points were online, you could sufficiently catch up by just reading them alone and supplementing with the textbook, second why didn’t she ask the people next to her and third, why was her smile so fucking big?

“Oh yeah for sure, but my writing is terrible? Maybe you might want to ask someone else?”  Shawn answered

Yeah, maybe you should ask someone fucking else.

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Kate's Magical Lust (18+)

(note. Short story for @blueberryballoons contains breast and butt expansion, and suggestive themes)

“Humph.” Kate pouted as she sat down at the edge of her bed. She just came home after a long day of college classes. She stared straight ahead into the mirror in front of her that stood on top of her dresser. She eyed herself up and down, straightening her back and turning her head from side to side. She stood up from the bed and turned around in the mirror, bending over and trying every sexy pose she could think of. No matter what Kate did, she still wasn’t confident enough in her body. She didn’t think she was pretty, flawless, or gorgeous as her friends always told her she was. She sighed and flopped back onto the bed, staring up into the ceiling.

“I just wish my body would change, I’m so sick of the same old me. I want bigger boobs and a bigger ass like all the other girls I know. It’s not fair.” She groaned. Suddenly a low rumbling shook the room slightly, flickering the lights on and off. She looked around the room in fear, she’d never been in an earthquake before. She stood up and was about to run for the open doorframe when suddenly there was a loud crash. The double Windows to the left of her bed sprung open and a small purple glittery from came tumbling in through the air like a badly thrown football. It clattered to the ground and rolled a few times, letting out little polite “Ooh”-s and “Eek”-s as it spun.
“Oh dear, oh my, oh heavens.” The small little woman mumbled to herself as she stood to her feet brushing dust and paint and wood chips off of her glittery purple dress. She was no taller than 3 feet, had a face caked with makeup, silver gray hair pulled up into a bun, and carried a child’s plastic magic wand. Kate stood there leaning against the dresser, her hand over her heart with an expression of shock painted on her face.

“Why hello there darling!” The woman cheerfully chided. “Sorry for such a rude entrance, I’m still getting use to the new wings.” She giggled, pointing to the fluttering neon wings on her back. Kate still stood there frozen in disbelief.

“W-Who…” Kate whispered quietly, slowly recoiling from the shock and stepping closer to the magical woman.

“Now that’s no way to greet your fairy godmother!” The woman said playfully.

“M-My fairy wha?” Kate continued to mumble.

“Come give me a hug, darling!” She said so reassuringly that Kate began to step forward. She crouched down onto one knee as the fairy wrapped her small gloved hands around Kate and gave her a tight hug. “My, my, you feel so thin child. What are these people feeding you? Tsk tsk.” She said disapprovingly.

“So you’re my fairy godmother? Like in the movies?” Kate asked with childlike wonder, staring into the fairy’s eyes.

“Yes, yes! Of course. Every young girl has one. You can call me Bellinda.” She said with a smile on her kind, aged face. “Now, I heard you muttering some nonsense about your frame. I understand it’s causing you some distress. In my opinion you should love yourself no matter how you look, especially a girl as beautiful as you.” Bellinda smiled stroking Kate’s cheek with the back of her palm. Kate smiled back, her cheeks blushing. She stood up from her crouched position. Bellinda followed Kate, her wings flapping effortlessly like those of a hummingbird as she raised two feet in the air to match Kate’s height and just hovered there.

“Now you’re in luck little lady. You see fairies like me that have been around a while have the ability to grant one major wish every month or so. I’m ready, are you?” Bellinda asked.

“Uh, well I-” “Great! Now take that hoodie off, we wouldn’t want to damage it. All you’ll need is a plain white t-shirt and some bottoms you don’t care very much for.” Bellinda said sternly as she began to wave some kind of magic over the end of the wand. Kate stood there for a minute confused before she turned around and walked to her closet and changed.

Two minutes later Kate emerged in a baggy white t-shirt and some running shorts. She stood there in a cute, awkward way with her hands in her pockets waiting for Bellinda’s approval. The Fairy turned her head, “Oh! Perfect! Now come here dear.” Kate walked over to Bellinda. “Stand here in the middle of the room” She said “Yes, perfect.”

Bellinda began to wave her wand in the air, magic glitter and sparkles appearing around the end of the wand as she muttered some nonsense spell.

“Bippity…Boppity….BOOP!!” She yelled as a pink laser blast shot out of the end of the wand, sending Bellinda across the room. The beam shot directly into Kate’s belly before disappearing and encasing Kate in a pink aura that made her feel funny for a moment, like her whole body had fallen asleep, and then the aura faded. Kate stood there in the moonlight, the room filled with silence, looking down at her body for any noticeable changes.

“Nothing happ-” Kate stopped herself. A small muffled sound could be heard, like an inflated balloon slowly letting out air. She looked down as she felt a pressure around her chest. She looked down the collar of her loose shirt and saw her bra slowly begin to push out and rise, obscuring the view of her flat stomach.

“Oh my god.” Kate whispered. She gently placed her hands onto her tits, feeling them press out into her hand. They were filling with air like balloons! She was completely fascinated, feeling her boobs grow bigger, rounder, and perkier. And it was soon visible as her breasts surpassed a B cup, pressing out against the white fabric. She was amazed, watching her once small boobs grow bigger and bigger before her eyes and they showed no sign of stopping. A sudden feeling of arousal washed over her.

That feeling was quickly overridden by a new sensation. She felt the same pressure as before only around her backside. She tried to look over her shoulder left and right but couldn’t. She jogged over to the standing mirror, her new still-growing tits bouncing with each step. She turned to the side and arched her right leg. What she saw she couldn’t believe. Her once loose running shorts seemed to be shrinking in size. The loose cuffs began to ride up her thighs as they thickened and plumped up along with her butt. Her ass began to grow fatter and fatter, filling out the backside of the shorts. She spun around, seeing her perky bubble butt continue to grow along with her new thunder thighs. She was being flooded with this feeling of arousal. She’d never been turned on by her own body, and now she finally could.

Her ballooning tits had stretched and lifted the white t-shirt to the point that it looked like a white crop top displaying her entire stomach. Her shorts were now practically panties, completely wedged between her ass cheeks. The erotic feeling was intense. She had been completely bomb shelled and bimbo-ified. The waves of pleasure ran over her again, as she moaned and quivered. She had to act on this urge immediately. She closed her eyes and absent-mindedly crawled into bed entirely powered by pleasure. Under the covers she began to rip off her ruined clothing and appreciate her new ass.

“I’ll leave you alone for this part dear.” Chuckled Bellinda as she fluttered out the window, it closing behind her leaving a trail of purple glitter tinkling to the ground.


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anonymous asked:

Guuuuurl, your Headcanons are... SOME GOOD SHIT LIKE AHHHH YOU ARE GOALS~! Anyway Lololol How would the RFA members react to the MC wearing their clothes??? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Author’s note: omGGGG thank you so much!!!!! enjoy ;)

Yoosung

  • you probably had to change bc the poor child spilled coffee on your shirt
  • when you walked out in his “LOLOL is not just a game, it’s a way of LIFE” shirt he spit out his drink
  • honestly he would just stare at you as you walked over to him
  • before you could ever say a word he was PULL you on to his lap
  • “You can keep that shirt, it looks much better on you.”

Zen

  • it was was a really bad idea to walk to Zen’s in the rain
  • so when you went into his house he INSISTED you change and kept on going on and on about how you could catch a cold
  • as soon as you walked out in one of his big t-shirts and a clean pair of his boxers on he almost fainted
  • no I’m not kidding he had to sit down
  • when you walked over to him to ask if he was okay he stood up and kissed you
  • like
  • kissed you
  • -he could not contain the beast within

Jaehee

  • there goes her self esteem
  • like you looked so beautful in her skirt she couldn’t help but smile
  • she just has to kiss you
  • she needs to kiss you
  • you’re just sO DAMN PRETTY 
  • “You look… flawless.”

Jumin

  • since he was late coming home from work AGAIN you decided to try on one of his button downs
  • you were gonna put on his pants too and pretend to be him when his bedroom door opened
  • you turned around to see Jumin smirking anD OH GOD HIS SMIRK
  • he slowly walked over to you and kissed you on the lips
  • when you two parted you picked up your shirt to change back
  • “Keep it on… ” was all he said before leaving the room
  • at first you were like ??? but then you also knew there were some fun things planned for you ahead ;)))

707

  • he dead
  • you walked out in just underwear and his zipped up jacket
  • and he dead
  • like his face is so red
  • his glasses have disintegrated
  • to save the moment he takes a picture just for himself and no one else
  • he tried to come up with something clever bUT OH GOD HE’S NOT EVEN SAYING REAL WORDS
  • “Y-you, icantspeak. I-I mean t-that isjustwow”  

& ALSO violet baudelaire is so cool b/c shes the opposite of what GIRLS r supposed to be !!! shes tough, shes a leader, shes the protector instead of the damsel in distress, she likes working w/ machines nd she doesnt mind getting her hands dirty etc ….. but at the same time shes not a Tough Girl stereotype either (which is pretty awesome esp from a male writer) like shes still soft & feminine & a really kind n good person? also she has FLAWS shes not written as perfect or angelic (some writers tend to turn their girls into flawless queens b/c Feminism which is also pretty bad imo !!) and thats really important cos little girls look up to women in media & they see that u have to be ABSOLUTELY perfect ALL the time, and violet blatantly contradicts THAT too !!!! violet baudelaire is the poster child for realistic well rounded female characters tbh

Ok so i know many people have already said this but imma say it again cause im feeling salty. Why did they make pearl the one whos good at everything and white and skinny? Shes a great singer, dancer, builder, fighter, artist, and is painted as sophisticated and intelligent (arguably the most out of all the cgs), and on top of that, shes the femme, white, skinny one. And she never seems to fully understand the consequences of her actions or apologise. Its like the crewniverse wanted to make her a flawless, perfect being who has the right to be immeduatly forgiven, so questions asked, as soon as she starts crying (in a manipulative as shit way also) about how “worthless” and gay she is for rose. It just pisses me off so much that shes pretty much painted as perfect in every way and gets so much more screen time and attention than any of the other gems (who really deserve it more than pearl, lets be honest here). Anyway sorry for the crappy phrasing im just angry

RQ Characters As Crappy Police Drama Clichès
  • <p> <b><p></b> <b><b></b> <b></b> <b></b> Mare:</b> The Connected™ One; has more contacts than friends; gruff and rude, but somehow never gets any complaints; mixes her coffee with alcohol; reluctant to do any actual police work; "I'm only here for the paycheck at this point"<p><b>Cal:</b> The All American™; Mare's new partner from out of state; that real noble policeman; horrified by Mare's connections and methods; sticks to the rule book so much he should be PVC glue; "I'm gOinG To pRoTEct ThIs CITy"<p><b>Shade:</b> Connected™; Forensics; lives on twelve cups of coffee a day; always tramples all over the crime scene but no-one notices???? Somehow bends the rules of forensic science so that it actually helps them solve the crime; makes horrible science puns<p><b>Farley:</b> The Kickass Lawyer™; always helps Mare and Cal find loopholes in their cases and oaths; will send your sorry ass to prison without so much as batting an eye; always defends and takes the cases related to the Important™ crimes; incredible; pretty sure she's banging the forensics guy<p><b>Evangeline and Ptolemus:</b> THE RIVALS™; pretty much flawless; brilliant policing; Mare hates them so oops so does Cal; the posterchildren of law enforcement; always chewing gum or clashing over cases with GUESS WHO??? Mare; probably in someone's pocket<p><b>Elara:</b> The Bad Lawyer™; defends all the baddies in court; Farley's rival; always calls her Diana for reasons no-one understands; brilliant at lawing; owns like half of the force through corruption; "bribery always works in the end children"<p><b>Maven:</b> Sunglasses™; he wears sunglasses 24/7, even when it's cloudy or raining; corrupt?; corrupt; asshole detective who's record always comes up clear because of Elara<p><b>The Colonel:</b> The Commissioner™; don't even fight with me over this it's true<p><b>Kiliorn:</b> Who?™; overeager detective that gets shot in his face in the first episode and dies; Mare's former partner; "HE'S ALIVE AND EVIL???" brought back to life in season eight because drama<p><p><p><p/></p><p/></p>

anonymous asked:

prompt/fic idea: im ur next door neighbor and the walls are too thin so yeah i can hear u banging all night and it sounds like u're really good judging from the grunts and screams... one night i got home drunk and my friend was yelling how sexually frustrated i am and i have the hots for you even though we haven't met before and when we do see each other, oh boy i am a goner

(bless u nonnie this idea is a Gift)

Really, Zuko shouldn’t be allowed to drink.

Whenever he drinks, he almost always ends up embarrassing situations - embarrassing and sometimes life threatening. He thinks back to the lake incident with Toph and shudders; that night not only put the fear of God in him, but a healthy fear of snapping turtles as well.

And yet here he is, stumbling into his little apartment. Suki bumps into his back impatiently as he fumbles with the lock before finally getting it open. She nudges past him and goes right for the couch, dropping all of her weight onto the cushions. 

Zuko pushes the door shut. He winces at the somewhat loud slam and toes his shoes off, then shuffles in after Suki. He doesn’t bother with the couch - she won’t share, anyway - and instead lays on the floor, cheek pressed to the scratchy carpet. The room spins around his head. He exhales, a groan tacked on the end, and reaches up to smack at Suki’s foot.

“Why did you even take me to that bar in the first place?” Zuko mumbles into the carpet. He shifts lazily, tugging his shirt up his back slightly to cool off his skin.

“Because,” Suki drawls, kicking at Zuko’s hand, “You’re annoying when you mope and you’ve been moping about the hot neighbor girl for weeks.”

Zuko grunts and rolls over. “I have not!” He isn’t aware of how loud his voice is. “I haven’t been moping over her!” 

Above him, Suki laughs. It’s twice as loud as his voice, bouncing off the walls and coming right back to them. “Bullshit!” She snorts. She forces herself onto her side, honey colored hair falling across her face as she stares down at him. “You’ve got it so bad for the neighbor girl! All you do is talk about her and how loud she is!” Suki sits up, reaching down to bat at Zuko’s face. “I am a very good friend, so - so I took you out to try to find someone else for you to mope over, but nooooooooo, all you could talk about was the neighbor girl and who she might be banging and how you wished it was you.”

Zuko grunts and bats at Suki’s hand in turn. He gives up on trying to deny it and instead yells with all of the pent up frustration in him. “It’s just not fair!” He shouts, fists banging on the carpet. “She’s so goddamn pretty, and she has the nicest laugh!” He rocks from side to side, legs folding up slightly. “And - Suki, oh my god - I can hear every sound she makes - oh my god - her moans are the hottest thing I have ever heard!” 

Suki laughs again. She lays down and presses her cheek to the mattress. All the shit they’ve gotten into tonight and still her make up is perfectly intact, red lips pristine and winged eyeliner flawless. 

She reaches down and pats Zuko’s cheek, clumsy, but trying to comfort him. “Maybe you should just suck it up and take her out,” She suggests, “So you’re the one that ends up in bed with her.”

His scoff is so loud it scratches his throat. “Yeah, right. Like that’ll ever happen.”

——————————————

After Suki leaves in the morning, Zuko spends a good hour nursing his hangover. 

He manages to drag himself to the kitchen and make a cup of tea, though he’s not even sure what he grabbed; something sweet and hot to soothe the sharp aches in his head.

He changes into the first clean shirt and sweats he finds, then trudges downstairs to the mailbox. Much as he wants to sleep some more, he’s waiting on a package from Uncle.

Zuko shuffles to the mailboxes, stifling a loud yawn behind his hand. He unlocks his, finding only bills and advertisements - and a postcard from Uncle inside. He shifts his weight, reading over it with a slight smile; the package is on its way, Uncle assures him, and he’s having the time of his life on the tiny island he’d chosen for his vacation.

“Hi, ‘scuse me.” 

Zuko glances up to find his neighbor coming up to his side, reaching for her mailbox. He flushes faintly and steps aside, pushing his mailbox door shut. “Hi, sorry.”

Chewing his lip, Zuko continues leafing through his mail, glancing at his neighbor from the corner of his eye. Her name is Katara; he’d learned this two days after moving in, when she’d introduced herself with a platter of cookies that actually tasted horrible, but the gesture was so kind that he hadn’t had the heart to admit that.

But then he’d learned just how thin the walls between their apartments are when she’d brought someone home a few days after their introductions. He vividly remembers almost dropping a pot on his foot when he realized he was hearing Katara moan. Didn’t matter who it was, either, everyone she brought home praised her and worshiped her, all for Zuko to hear loud and clear.

Beside him, Katara extracts her mail and shuts the little door. She leafs through it, and for a moment, Zuko can only sigh inwardly at how pretty she is; it’s barely eleven AM and she looks so perfect already.

“So,” Katara hedges, and Zuko glances up. She doesn’t lift her head, but her eyes instead. There’s a glint in them that makes him instantly nervous. “You had an interesting night, didn’t you?”

His brows furrow in confusion, and then it hits him like a train - everything he and Suki had yelled about, everything to do with Katara, in his living room, surrounded by the thinnest walls ever made.

She’d heard it.

She’d heard all of it.

The faint flush on his cheeks flares up to his good ear and down the length of his neck, disappearing into his shirt. Zuko groans and presses the envelopes to his face to hide himself. If he’s lucky, the ground will just - just shatter under him right now and drop him straight into the depths of hell. 

Katara watches him. She laughs softly; the sound is warm and teasing, and it only makes his embarrassment that much worse.

“Oh, God,” Zuko mutters behind his makeshift shield, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I-”

“It’s fine,” Katara insists. Her tone is easy, not bothered in the slightest, but it doesn’t make him feel any better. She pockets her keys and looks up, tilting her head.

“Whenever you’re ready for that date, I’m available all day on Saturdays.”

Zuko promptly drops everything in his hands, jaw going slack. Katara laughs again. She turns away with a gentle toss of her wildly long hair, walking away. 

Zuko is frozen to the spot, rooted to the tile floor by sheer shock. He finally comes back to himself and crouches down, scrambling to grab his discarded mail, and rushes after Katara.

“Hey!” He calls, trying to catch up to her, “Wait! About that date - are you free this Saturday?”