but this bit is really lovely too

Just Like Your Mother (Jungkook X Reader) AU

@sanha-ii said:I remembered the request I sent on your old account (thank god) and it was either with yugyeom or jungkook where they’re like the bad influence bad boy and reader takes them to meet the parents and he’s genuinely surprised at how chill her parents are that they’re dating (like they’re making jokes and saying how she’s just like mum cause her dad was the bad boi too in the younger years) ily and hope you’re having a great time♡♡

A/N: I altered it a bit because I misread your request by accident but tbh I loved writing this!! Hope you like reading this as much I enjoyed writng it!! Thanks for your request boo!!

Word Count: 613

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff

Originally posted by purelyjimin

“I really need to go home Jungkook..”

You sighed, your hands finding their way to his bare chest, tracing over his tattoos. Shaking his head he tightened his grip around your waist and his signature smirk was quickly formed in his lips.

“Too bad then baby doll… Because I’m not letting you go.”

“Jungkook! It’s already late and my parents will be dead worried! I can’t just not return home!”

“I’ll drive you back home tomorrow morning and explain to them okay? Just please..Stay over tonight”

His smug express was replaced within seconds. He stared at you with his puppy eyes, and you couldn’t help but nod smiling lightly. He knew you couldn’t say no to him when he did that. Truth be told, you couldn’t say no to him in general, you loved this boy. I mean who wouldn’t? Every girl loved the idea of dating a bad boy. A bad boy who would be good just for her. That sentence perfectly described your relationship with Jungkook. At first sight, his tattooed body, dark blue hair and pierced lips would give you the impression of a rugged man. A man you wouldn’t want to mess around with. His tall figure and choice of clothing was enough to scare any man that got in his way. He had.. A lot of bad habits let’s say. Like all of us, no human is perfect. But he was a soft nice person deep inside, he just didn’t know how to show his emotions. His soft side was what made you fall for him, despite naturally being attracted to his edgy style.

“Goodnight babygirl, sweet dreams”

“Night~ Jungkook”

You smiled as he kissed your temple and you snuggled closer to him, closing your eyes and slowly drifting to sleep, at the steady sound of his heartbeat.


“Pss.. Jungkook.. wake up! You need to drive me home”

You whispered kissing his cheek softly as you saw him open his eyes and look down at you. You just giggled at his reaction, knowing how grumpy he was when others woke him up. You stood up and fixed your hair, as the male stretched and went to grab his shoes.

Your heart beat faster as the car drove faster and faster, getting closer to your house. Last night you didn’t think much of it but as your mind got clear the idea seemed purely wrong. The fact that you were into a relationship was no secret to your parents but, they didn’t quite knew the type of guy Jungkook was. He pulled over and parked the car in the driveway and you immediately exited the vehicle, keys in hand. Before you even had the chance to put the keys in to unlock the door, it was opened by your parents, their figures irritated.

“Y/N! Why didn’t you call us last night telling us you were going to spend the night somewhere else?”

“And even gave you the idea, you could just sleep at someone else’s house?”

“ It wasn’t Y/N’s fault.. I told her to stay at my place.. Sorry”

Jungkook spoke up, coming from behind you. Your parents stayed quiet for a while observing their daughter’s boyfriend for the first time. A solid minute had passed, what to you felt like a whole century, before your father chuckled.

“Seems like our daughter is into bad boys honey..”

“Just like her mother”

They looked at each other and laughed, as you glanced over at Jungkook who just winked at you. You couldn’t help but sigh in relief. Who knew your parents were that cool..

BTS Reaction to you being really chubby and insecure.

Genre; Angst/Fluff??? Small bits of smut???

Authors Notes; Thank you so much for the request!! I personally feel that all of BTS wouldn’t really care about your body type and would just love you for you 😊 Hope you like it ^_^

{Requested}


Jin; Being quite the motherly/caring type I think he would just want to make sure you were okay 24/7. If he saw you comparing yourself to others he’d make you forget about them and show you just how much he loves your body 😉 Jin wouldn’t be one to really care too much about weight or body size, his main concern would be your self-esteem and making you know how much he loves you, all of you.

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Suga; We already know Yoongi doesn’t care about physical appearance but I do think he would feel like he wanted to protect you constantly. His main focus would be on making you feel good about yourself as he doesn’t like seeing you upset. He may seem cold on the outside but with you he’s a little fluffball who pays you lots of compliments, and may god have mercy on those who make you feel anything less than beautiful.

Originally posted by queen-of-suburbiaa

J-Hope; This little ball of sunshine has two sides when it comes to this; you’re my goddess & I will kill anyone who says otherwise. Hobi couldn’t care less what you looked like as long as you’re happy and he’s the one making you happy. He’d kiss every inch of your body every day and find your chubbiness incredibly cute 😊

Originally posted by sugamysavagebaby

Rap Monster; He hates to see you upset or insecure about the way you look because to him you’re the most beautiful thing on the planet and much like Yoongi, Namjoon would go for anyone who thinks otherwise/makes you think otherwise. This boy loves to show you in the dirtiest of ways just how much he loves you and your body 😉 Chubby or otherwise Namjoon will love you with his entire heart and soul.

Originally posted by bts-jimin16

Jimin; Smol bean has had insecurities about being chubby himself so he knows exactly how you feel and just how to cheer you up. He’d take you on cute dates anytime he’d see you comparing yourself to anyone. He loves to hug you from behind and kiss up your neck anytime you feel less than the amazing person you are. 😊 😊

Originally posted by rapmonabiased

 V; Taehyung’s main priority in life is to make sure you’re happy, when he first finds out about you being insecure about your body and being chubby he’d sit you down, get down on his knees and explain to you just how beautiful you are until you’re beaming. He’d also make sure you never skipped any meals, making sure you ate properly at all times. Tae would only care about your happiness and wellbeing.

Originally posted by myjaebutt

 Jungkook; Kookie would at first be annoyed and perhaps angry if you saw yourself as anything less than gorgeous but would then understand that your self-esteem isn’t really your fault and insecurities usually come from bad feedback from others. Lil kook would love it when you smiled and he’d often poke your cheeks calling you a cutie. Jungkook is honestly the type to “fite” anyone who disagreed with his view of you and would always protect you, making sure that you felt good about yourself, not caring what you look like.

Originally posted by nevermindmyg

anonymous asked:

I just read your lance-has-flaws post and it was great and I love Lance becuz of those flaws, I love him very much. But is also got me thinking and you are probably not the person to say this to, but you touched a bit on it? I find the fact that Shiro is demonized in the fandom so much becuz he "doesn't pay attention to Lance" so frustrating on so many levels. When it first came up in the fandom, I thought: okay, I like this, becuz it left room for development.

(2/2) shiro needs to grow as a leader too, and I felt it was really good opportunity for both characters to develop. Both are quite alike in my mind, just shiro is older/more mature. But I never felt shiro OR Lance was doing anything wrong, more in shiro was adjusting to leadership and Lance would be learning to be mature, like you said. But then it got popular, so popular that I now hate everything about it. Now it is just this excuse for langst/blasting shiro.

(3/3 I lied) pple make it seem like shiro is neglecting Lance, when that’s…just not true. (Ahem, sharpshooter. When they are trying to find Allura, shiro has Lance on duty to find her) and I feel like shiro, who is mentally ill, just happens to be the 1 character who is abusive. Not pidge, or Allura, or Keith. And it saddens me becuz shiro/lance’s relationship is a great one to explore. Their dynamic is wonderful. And I just wish pple wld be kinder to both. Sorry for the rant.

I LOVE LANCE AND SHIRO’S DYNAMIC SO MUCH THIS IS THE MOST BLESSED SERIES OF ASKS I’VE EVER GOTTEN i agree 100% !!!! i have nothing to add because you’ve said everything perfectly!! no need to apologise, i love talking about this kinda thing!!!

celebi4everfan  asked:

Balthazar Cavendish for ask meme? :)

Sexuality Headcanon: Bi? Never really thought about it tbh.

Gender Headcanon: Cis male I guess.

A ship I have with said character: *glances left* *glances right* Dakota♣Cavendish♣Food

More seriously… Dakota♦Cavendish.

Far more seriously (for realsies this time) aka getting away from anything to do with quadrants, I’m open to a more *cough* traditional style of relationship for them.

A friendship I have with said character: with Dakota, obvs. I’d also love to see him warm up to Milo

A NOTP I have with said character: it’s not a notp as such, but I’m disinterested in him with… basically everyone in the show bar Dakota. for reasons such as “jerks”, “they’re already in a happy relationship”, “I just can’t see it without time travel happening because age gap”

A random headcanon: curses up a storm when he stubs his toe etc, yet somehow without using actual swear words

General Opinion over said character: he’s a bit too stuffy for me to Like him, but I have a generally positive opinion

I’m feeling so melancholy tonight. The frustration of it all is just crushing. I wish I could feel good about myself and my art more than I do. 

I know I have great friends and great support. I’m grateful for that. I’m really just not sure what’s the deal.

I’ve been thinking, though…I’d like to do character asks, so I could draw the answers! Are my characters still kind of unknown, though…? I’m looking for a bit of advice/opinions on that part. I think everyone knows about Kissy so far, but I have SO many more! And I’d love to just…get to talk about them, and draw them as different things, or what have you. Um…I may be too quiet about them, maybe…

anonymous asked:

Hey Nicky! Important question: how long did you spend developing Burning Bridges before you started posting? I'm a writer and I really want to post this fic I'm working on, but I know it's gonna have many chapters and I don't want to post it too soon. Any advice?

No two artists work the same way so the answer depends on who you are and what kind of story it is. What I can say with certainty is: if you wait a year, maybe even two, your story is going to be different from what it is today, for better or worse. 

If you want to know how long it took to plan Burning Bridges you should know I was writing it way before I drew it. Moira was originally named after a character in The Handmaids Tale (Moira Del Rosso = Moira Offred/Of-Red), and the plot followed her and a Meowth named Macavity as she navigated the criminal underbelly of the Pokemon world with Gary Oak’s pokedex. It might sound awesome, but I struggled a lot with that premise - mostly because Moira always felt like a cardboard cutout at the time. 

A year later, I was asked to explain to my younger cousins why one of our aunts was missing a dad - it got me thinking about re-writing Moira. I made the story simpler, and made her quest the story of girl looking for her father, at least so she could find herself. I wanted to capture that longing, that feeling of familial uncertainty, in a way that felt visceral and real. By writing what I knew, Moira sort of became a more complex character, and her story all the better for it.

Honestly, if you wait a year and don’t stop thinking over it, I guarantee you your story will be different than it is now. This is usually a good thing… but not always. 

You also have to factor in that if you spend too much time rethinking about a story, you may never have time to write it. Remember you only have one life. Stories take longer for you to make than they take a reader to consume - and if you just want them to read it, and move on to bigger stories, I think it might be best not to second-guess yourself and keep going. 

anonymous asked:

So Otabek is canon DJ. This means he canonically can play at least piano and most probably guitar too. Also, he must be very good at music computer programs and there's a chance he can even read and write music, hell, he might even be a great singer. Oh I'm picturing this classic 90's rock silky deep voice that goes just right with his motorbiking dude aesthetic 😍😍😍😍 so what do we do with this info? Im telling ya, you really can't DJ without playing the piano even a bit ;)

And you know what else? Otabek getting into DJing happened most probably as a way to solve his routine music impulses, while getting a hobby off the ice and relieving the economical charge on his parents back on Kazakhstan all at the same time. It could have happened in Canada. You know who else is into the music world? JJ. I can totally picture JJ noticing Otabek’s music while practice is original made and taking him to know his music friends, giving him contacts. They’re my brotp haha (2/3)

Ok this is the last one I promise xd you see when you get into the music world you get sucked into a dangerous “live fast die young” world. They really don’t care if you’re just a kid, maintaining some distance is vital. I really can see this being one of the reasons why Otabek can come off as wary at first; he saw some shit while in there. Up until today some real shady dudes will come and say hi to him when going out with Yuri, and he always seems to be relaxed, even in the darkest alleys O: (3/3)

thank u for these beautiful HCs omg!! as someone who played piano for 16 years i LOVE the thought of otabek being able to play piano :’’) that mans would slay the fuck out of some rachmaninoff. also i live love and breathe jjbek and now i need 500 fics of them making music together and also Falling in Love (blease let otabek protect my small faux-edgy son yuri plisetsky)

Mine--Imagine #25

Anonymous said: Hi! I hope you are taking request. Could write one where the reader and crush are good friends and the reader gets jealous when her crush wants to describe her the girl he likes not knowing it is actually her. Or something like the crush thinks the reader likes his best friend and gets really jealous, with a fllufy ending. I don’t know, I like the idea of one of them getting jealous lol

Anonymous said: Can you write a hatelove imagine?:) and c/ngets jealous when you are a bit too close with an other guy… 😝 i love cliche :D

Anonymous said: Hi, I literally just read all of your imagines, I love them! Could you do something where y/n has a sort of love/hate relationship with c/n and they argue all the time but she secretly likes him and one day he gets frustrated and kisses her roughly?

A/N: Combined these because they were all pretty similar. Honestly, my writing is shit. 

 O/g/n: Other guy’s name


Him. His stupid hair. His stupid smile. His stupid laugh. His stupid eyes. His stupid voice. His stupid face. His stupid body. His stupid self. Him

I hated him. 

And I had to spend my fucking free time with him now because we were both paired up to do a huge history project that was worth half our fucking grade. He was none too pleased with our teacher either and if there was one thing we agreed on it was that we didn’t work well together. 

I slammed my palm into the steering wheel of my car in my frustration, causing it to honk.  

“Woah, guess I’ll have to add anger management problems to the list of things that make you scary,” c/n said from the passenger seat of my car, raising up his hands in mock surrender. 

“Yeah, and make sure you write down the cause of it. Actually, never mind, you probably don’t even know how to write your own name,” I plastered an obviously fake smile on my face, glancing at him.

“Well, I may not be able to write it well, but at least I can contain my temper better than some people,” He said, taking off his snapback only to pass a large hand through his full, thick hair and place it back on. 

Normally, I didn’t care that boys did that but when he did it, my insides twisted with agitation. 

“Too bad you can’t contain your annoying personality,” I mumbled, squeezing the steering wheel. 

If he heard that, he didn’t mention it. 

———————————————————————————————-

After a painful drive to my house full of bickering and me slapping c/n’s hands away from the radio because he had terrible taste in music, we finally made it to my house. 

“Next time you need a ride, call an Uber, because I am not driving your lame ass around like a damn chauffeur, dealing with your shit every time we get together for this fucking project,” I grumbled, walking to get a snack from the kitchen. 

“My god, y/n, do you kiss your mother with that mouth?” c/n asked, a hand resting over his chest in mock shock. 

He walked to the couch and slumped down into it, taking the books out from his backpack. I walked into the living room, sitting at the other end of the couch, farthest from him. 

“And I told you before already,” he continued, “This is the only time you’ll have to be picking me up and dropping me off. My parents are out of town and my siblings are off doing god knows what with the remaining cars. So, this will be the first and last time you’ll be having to do a favor for me, thank god.”

I rolled my eyes, huffing as I stuffed another chip into my mouth. Hurriedly, I grabbed the books and supplies from a side table where I had left them earlier, prepared and ready for our Saturday project session. 

“Whatever. Did you bring that book we need?” I asked, studying some of the detail on our version of the Roman coliseum.  

“Yes, mother,” He rolled his eyes, scooting down onto the floor, so he could work better on the structure we were close to finishing. 

He’d laid the book on the table in a position that was easy for both of us to read. We worked in silence, except for our bickering of the placement of certain things and if it was perfect enough. 

Arguing with him got me worked up in a way that I couldn’t explain. Getting him mad was addicting. The way his eyebrows scrunched and his face flushed, veins in his neck and forehead bulging if I managed to really get under his skin.  Not even half-way through, he’d thrown his snapback off, and his hair had been messed with so many times it stood in all different directions. If I didn’t hate him so much I’d say he looked adorable. 

But I did hate him. And he most certainly was not adorable. Or hot. Regardless of what all the girls at school whispered about him. It only angered me more when I heard them talk about how delicious he looked, sweating in his gym clothes at school, or if he was as good a kisser as everyone thought he’d be based on how his lips looked. Some part of me was satisfied he’d been paired with me and not any of those girls. Because if they tried to make a move on him it’d be have to be in school and not the safety of their homes. And instead of getting a googly-eyed girl stroking his ego, he’d ended up with me, someone who challenged him and wasn’t a part of the c/n fanclub. 

In my reverie, I’d been leaning over our structure, not noticing the close proximity my body had come into with c/n’s. My face was set in concentration while trying to glue a piece onto the structure. I was so lost in my thoughts I didn’t notice that the side of my body was pressed right up against the side of c/n’s. I needed another piece to attach to the piece I was already gluing on so I reached behind me to grab the bag of them off the side table. 

This was a bad move. My breasts pressed flush up against c/n’s arm. C/n turned his upper body to me, a look of surprise on his face. I squeaked and lost my balance as I was leaning forward to reach the table behind c/n and instead ended up falling against him, our chests flush against each other now. 

It all happened so fast that instead of putting us upright, c/n fell with my force. I ended up on top of him, him laying under me and our startled breaths intermingling as we stared wide eyed at each other. 

The first thing that registered was how solid and firm he was under me. I felt the muscles in his stomach contract through his thin henley as our silence went on prolonged and we studied each other’s faces. I had never noticed how long his eyelashes were or how he had a small scar just at the top of his forehead. I felt an urge to ask him how he’d gotten it. 

His hands slid under the hem of my shirt, large and warm, making my skin burn at the contact. My eyes slid shut as I felt his thumbs gliding over my skin in circles, caressing me in a way that made me want to moan. 

That’s when I snapped my eyes open. Realizing the inappropriate position I was in with a guy I absolutely loathed. Nope, nope, nope! No way was I letting his annoying ass think he could seduce me. I jolted clumsily upright, still in shock of what I’d just done, what he’d just done. Instead of swiftly getting off him though, I ended up almost falling backwards. My core was in direct contact with his and I squeaked at the feel of a large bulge, as I awkwardly climbed off him, resisting the urge to grind down into him. He let out a strangled noise that almost sounded pained as I did this and my whole body flushed with heat. 

Holy shit. My arch-nemesis just got a boner. And I caused it.

———————————————————————————

“Your hair is so soft. Here, feel mine,” o/g/n dipped his head. 

Giggling, I ran my hands through his hair. It felt very silky, but suddenly I was picturing c/n’s hair between my fingers and not o/g/n’s. God, was I ever going to recover from that weird moment c/n and I had shared? 

“It’s definitely silkier than mine. I mean, god, you must use more product than most girls I know,” I joked, laughing. 

“It’s worth it. Especially since if I can get a certain pretty girl to run her hands through it,” o/g/n winked at me. 

“Jesus, o/g/n, don’t you have something better to do than subject people to your horrible flirting techniques. Me and y/n have business to discuss,” c/n suddenly appeared next to o/g/n. 

I watched, shocked, as the two guys in front of me engaged in a weird stare down. C/n’s jaw ticked, and I noticed his hands were fisted around his backpack straps. 

“Business huh?” 

“Yes, we have a project we’re doing and I need to ask her a question,” c/n spat back. 

“Wow, it’s like I can almost feel the testosterone polluting the air. Look, I’ll talk to you later, o/g/n,” I smiled at him, as the two boys turned to face me almost like they’d forgotten I was standing there. 

O/g/n left with a “see ya” and another strange, heated look to c/n, which was promptly returned to him. 

“What the hell?” I yelled at him. 

“What the hell, what, y/n,” c/n asked, crossing his arms.

“That was way out of line and you know it. I get you’re an asshole to me, but you don’t have to go and ruin my chances at meeting decent people,” I scowled. 

“Please, I did you a favor, interrupting that weird interaction you guys were having. Does the guy have a hair fetish or something?”

“Guess I’ll never find out since you’re acting like an overprotective big brother,” I threw back.

C/n make a disgusted face. “Please do not ever insinuate that I am related to you. It makes my skin crawl.”

I let out an exasperated groan. “I’ll insinuate whatever I want. Now get your ass in my car before I murder you. Big bro,” I smirked. 

“Fuck you!” C/n shouted, face stormy. 

I wish you would. Wait! What the fuck?!

I shook my head to get rid of that weird thought before proceeding to walk to my car, preparing for another even more awkward car ride. 

Turns out c/n wasn’t reliable with his promises of never having to drive him around again.  

I was about to get in when I noticed c/n just standing at the door of the passenger side, looking like he was trying to burn a hole in the window. His eyebrows were tightly knit together, jaw clenched, nostrils flared, and chest heaving as if he’d run a mile. 

“The hell’s your problem? Get in the–” 

Before I could get the whole sentence out of my mouth, c/n had marched around the front of my car, slid those large hands on either side of my face, and brought our lips together with such passion, our tongues collided after two erratic heartbeats. 

His body crashed into mine, pressing our heaving chests together, my body squeezed between c/n and my car. I let out quick gasps that I would normally be embarrassed about if I wasn’t so distracted by his hot, minty tongue swirling in my mouth. Brushing my hands through those unruly tresses of his, I pulled him even closer, producing a low, deep groan that sent a jolt of desire through me. 

C/n pulled away huffing, eyes hooded and dark, lips swollen. “We act like we hate each other, but the only thing I really hate about being around you is that I can’t do that whenever I want,” he groaned, like it was painful for him to not be pressed against my lips.  

“The only thing I hate about being around you is that I never feel like leaving you, your stupidly hot self is addictive,” I panted. 

A relieved smile graced those pink, swollen lips of his. He leaned in, hands moving just under the hem of my shirt. I shuddered as I felt his lips a hair’s length away from my neck.

“Is the notoriously rage-filled y/n telling me that she wants me?” 

I rolled my eyes even through the desire making me light-headed as his hot breath caressed the skin just below my earlobe. 

“My rage is only directed at you because you’re so unfairly, stupidly hot,” I breathed. 

C/n closed his mouth over my earlobe, then released it slowly, his teeth grazing the soft skin. “You’re sexy as fuck when you’re raging.”

He rolled his hips into me, and I gasped at the feel of his erection. “Answer my question.”

I moaned as he left impatient bites on my neck. “Ye-s! Just fucking kiss me already, you fucker.”

He growled into my ear, slamming himself into me again, hands traveling higher up my back as he reclaimed my lips with a new fervor that took all coherent thoughts from my head. 

“I’m gonna kiss you like this all the time, especially in front of that fucker, o/g/n. He’s way out of your league,” He growled so low before smashing his lips into mine again, his tongue meeting mine. 

Minutes passed that felt like forever and a second at the same time. 

I had to push him off me, his hunger for me only seeming to be increased when he was as close as possible to me. 

“Let’s get that project finished off,” I smiled, breathing hard, cheeks flushed.

“Not before I finish you off,” he smiled, a devilish twinkle in his eyes that sent shivers and flames through my body at the same time. 

Before going to the passenger side of the car, his finger trailed up my arm, raising goosebumps in it’s wake. Reaching the front of my shirt, his finger curled around the neckline pulling it down slightly, the pad of his fingertip gliding over my skin. His head dipped down, mouth clasping onto the skin under my collarbone. He sucked, then moved his head up, his tongue burning a trail up my neck. 

Our eyes met again, his gaze heated, and his thumb tugged gently on my bottom lip. 

“Mine.” 

Man I like Corrin a lot. I know Corrin is the fucking worst lord ever but like. What little personality Corrin has I like, and how fanon takes on it make Corrin this intensely emotional loving person who is really kind and giggly. Also Corrin’s design is like one of my favorites in the series ever. The armor and hair and the dragon fang shit is sick as hell. The bare feet are weird but so is Corrin. Probably threw a fit too big for Gunter to argue with them about it. Looks back on it and is embarassed but just hates that shit. Anyway I like Corrin. They’re dumb but I like em

pastellrain  asked:

I love magical girls so much! But a lot of magical girl anime is kind of underwhelming to me for some reason... *shrug* I still really love Madoka, Ojamajo Doremi, and Cardcaptor Sakura though. I like Sailor Moon too but it's a bit overhyped?

Ojamajo Doremi is the best there is imo

this-acc-is-dead-lmao  asked:

Aradia, sollux, nepet, and terepe

terezi is here

aradia

  • sexual orientation headcanon: lebbian
  • gender headcanon: trans grl
  • mental illness / neurodivergent headcanon: shes autistic, also she has adhd nd depression. Everyone Has Depression. Everyone? Everyone
  • 3 random headcanons: has a lot of moles too, her hair is really thick so its hard for her to brush, when she gets super excited she kind of bobs up and down yknow. like, shell get on her tiptoes and just Bob. i love her

sollux

  • sexual orientation headcanon: gay
  • gender headcanon: nonbinary
  • mental illness / neurodivergent headcanon: bipolar type ii, depression, 
  • 3 random headcanons: sustains himself solely on caffiene he has not drank water in his whole life. his lisp is THERE but its not like THTHTHTELTJRRRSHSHHSHSH like that its a bit more subtle and he tries really hard to control it. also he has pretty gappy teefs (also so does vriska)

nepeta

  • sexual orientation headcanon: lesbian
  • gender headcanon: demigirl
  • mental illness / neurodivergent headcanon: shes autistic and has social anxiety
  • 3 random headcanons: her big stim is chewing!! she has lots of chewy necklaces, she has a cleft palate, when she goes nonverbal she uses alternian sign language to communicate with everyone

spacegoreforsatan submitted: Hey! Could I perhaps get some thoughts on this piece I made recently? I love what you guys do, and I feel like this’ll greatly help me!


This looks alright, nothing wrong with it aside from some minor anatomical issues.

The arms look very different from eachother, but specifically their right arm looks a bit wonky, mostly because at the point where it bends, it’s not easy to tell if it’s the biceps that’s starting or if it’s the forearm (but that would be really short, so we’re assuming it’s the biceps). The other is simply a LITTLE too long (pretty easy to fall for this mistake when bending limbs).

Finally, another minor thing is the hand holding the cup. If the four fingers are visible, the bump of the thumb shouldn’t be as well, or the cup might end up looking very flat.
Have an edit by Mod Mango to see what we’re talking about!

Keep drawing!

lesbianvioletliu  asked:

the bright sessions!

The first character I first fell in love with: caleb michaels hands down i lov that boy (close second is sam tho)

The character I never expected to love as much as I do now: JOAN she was really sketch for a bit there but i love her

The character everyone else loves that I don’t: i mean not EVERYONE in fact we were fairly evenly divided on this and i think more people are on my side but uh damien can choke

The character I love that everyone else hates: i don’t think?? there really is one??? my love for chloe intensified after that one ep (i forget the number) where she slipped up and said something about caleb’s personal life and like half the tag was like “wow fuck chloe” like she overstepped but shes still… a good person… i love her and im tired of everyone not forgiving other characters of things when theyre posting “damien did nothing wrong uwu”

The character I used to love but don’t any longer: again there isnt one really?? ok well i used to like wadsworth as a person more than i do now but i still really like her character even tho shes objectively a pretty bad person so i dont think that. really counts?

The character I would totally smooch: im in love with mark bryant

The character I’d want to be like: yall ive projected my entire personality onto caleb

The character I’d slap: three guesses, and i’ll give you a hint: it’s damien

A pairing that I love: caleb/adam what good good kids

A pairing that I despise: i literally complain constantly so it’s no secret but mark/damien

send me a fandom!!

anonymous asked:

I find that here in the U.S. we sometimes have the same candies and stuff, they all just go by a different name and we're not used to hearing what other places call them. Maynards for example, I believe we have them as well under the name Haribo Peaches. Haribo brand tends to make a good bit of the gummi type candies for us.

i love haribo! they produce in canada, too, as well as europe. i know i’ve seen haribo peaches specifically in the uk and germany, but i can’t recall seeing them in canada. maybe because there’s competition? or maybe because the states’ candy ecosystem just really needs some kind of sour peach candy to fill the ecological niche :p

anonymous asked:

Hey sweetheart. Sammy and I are on our way to Forks, OR to handle a vamp nest and just thought I'd check in to see how you're doing? Missing ya, kid. -Dean

’M fine, D. Just a bit tired and overwhelmed but don’t worry about that. Just focus on those vamps and kick their blood-sucking butt, yeah? 

I miss you too, by the way. So much.  (Wanna stop by when you wrap that hunt? I can make some apple pie. And I bought some stuff I think you’re really gonna love.) I love you, you sap. Take care ❤

general li mulan

okay so i LOVE mulan okay. as far as i’m concerned it’s a Perfect Movie and doesn’t need any fixing. but i was thinking today and -

- what if mulan didn’t go to war to save her father?

say her father is dead, okay, killed by the previous war. so she’s raised by her mother and grandmother, women who’s complacency and softness has been worn away by necessity. she needs to marry well, for her family’s sake, because her mother has refused the hand of every man who offered. but mulan is even more rough around the edges than before, is educated not only in books (her mother said men wouldn’t find smarts attractive and grandmother pointed out that men aren’t always around and off to school mulan went) but in the sword too, taught to her by her classmate, ping.

mulan is considered in the lower end of the upper class, coming from a family of military men and scholars and successful merchants. ping is near the top, the son or nephew of an advisor to the emperor. his family is very rich and very important, and the reason they become friends is because mulan manages to notice something about him that he’s been hiding from everyone else - he’s going blind.

not totally blind, enough to get around, but blind enough that reading is difficult and swordplay is even worse, although once he has it down he has it. ping is no fool, he’s not weak or bumbling. his eyes just don’t work. so mulan notices and confronts him about it. she promises to keep it a secret, and hey, she’ll even help him with his assignments by reading the books out loud and helping him study. but in return he must teach her the sword, must teach her about military and tactics. he agrees.

ping and mulan become very good friends and there’s some raised eyebrows about it but they are TOO far away in class for it to be inappropriate, so they make tutting sounds and disapproving faces and let it go.

then the draft happens. ping can’t go to war, he won’t survive it. not with his eyesight like it is. so mulan offers him a deal - she’ll go to war for him, in his place. in return, if she survives, he must marry her. if she dies he must take care of her family.

ping can’t make this kind of family decision on his own, so he goes to his mother and tells her everything, about the eyesight and how he’ll die if he goes and mulan’s offer. his mother says he must keep it a secret from his father, but agrees - if mulan fights in her son’s place and survives, a wedding will be arranged. either way, mulan’s family will be taken care of. ping will be sent to live with some cousins in the meanwhile.

“you’re not in love with me, are you?” ping asks, helping mulan saddle her horse in the middle of the night. she scoffs and rolls her eyes, “not even a little. but marrying you will make my family happy, and besides, you’re my best friend,” she says, smiling, “better you than some grabby old man.” he smiles and hugs her and says, “i’m not in love with you either. but don’t die out there. we have a wedding to plan.”

so mulan goes to the camp, pretending to be ping, and she’s a little bit less lost but things still go as they go. she’s educated and trained, so it’s not hard for her to pass as ping. shang is keeping a special eye on her, thinking that she’s the son of an advisor, one of his father’s friends. and he sees how easily she excels, how quick thinking and smart she is, and starts giving her more and more responsibilities. by the time they’re called out, shang considers ping ie mulan to be his right hand man, and possibly his best friend.

he’s also a little bit in love with ping, and he’s long known he’s attracted to both genders, so he watches ping laugh and smile and the crease between his eyes when he frowns and does his best to let his feelings chase away the best soldier he has. every time shang looks at ping his heart clenches and he things to himself: i wish i could have you, i wish this was a time and a place where one man could have another, i wish you were a girl, is wish i was a girl - i wish we could be together. he’s literally a step away from doodling ‘li ping’ with little hearts over his battle plans. 

so the battles happen. shang and ping lead their men together, respected and loved. they each get promoted, and promoted, and promoted. it’s been years, and it comes to a point where they’re both generals in their own right. they trust each other, care for each other. and are both secretly in love with the other.

mulan is so conflicted. because she wants this war to end and to go home and settle back into life and become ping’s wife, so she can have an easy life spent studying and learning with her family taken care of. that’s what she’d wanted. but now what she wants is shang, her best friend, her brother in arms, her fellow general. she wishes to be everything to him, aches to be the woman on his arm and in his bed, but knows it’s the one thing she can never be.

then that final battle happens. mulan’s quick thinking saves them all and ends the war - but she’s injured.

shang finds out the ping has been a girl all along. he demands explanations - so she tells him everything, that she traded places with ping to save him, to become his wife.

and the lies should sting the sharpest, but they don’t. she’s still the same person, after all. it’s that she’s promised to another man, for one second he’d thought he might have her, but no. so he agrees not to reveal her but he’s furious and furious at himself for being furious and they’re not the same now, broken and splintered and neither of them know what to do.

the war is over. they leave. mulan returns home, and thanks to her ping is now known as a respected general. she’s done her part and survived, and now she gets her reward - ping’s hand in marriage.

but she sees ping for the first time and flings herself into his arms and starts crying. she tells him everything, because he’s still her friend, her very best friend besides shang, the man whom she lied to and betrayed and loves. and ping listens and takes her by the shoulders and says - i’ll uphold our bargain, if that’s what you want. you can be my pampered wife, you’ve more than earned it. but if you want to go to shang, i won’t blame you. you deserve your happiness.

and mulan goes back and forth, but ultimately she decides she has to try. if shang rejects her she’ll return and marry ping and uphold her family honor. but if shang wants her - he’s not as high up as ping, but he’s high up enough to satisfy her family, and also she would love him and want him if he was no more than a farming peasant so it doesn’t matter much anyway.

she rides to the capitol. she finally meets ping’s father, running into him while looking for shang. “ah mulan,” says this man who was never supposed to know of her until she became his daughter-in-law, “i didn’t expect to see you here. how fortuitous. walk with me.” she does, wary, and that’s how she discovers - he and the emperor had discovered her deception a year in, but at that point she’d already proven herself too skilled and valuable to lose. he tells her that he will uphold his son and wife’s deal and gladly welcome her to his household - but that she’s earned her rank as general, and that he and the emperor have no problem with letting her keep it.

she says thank you, shocked and joyful, but that she has to talk to someone first. “ah, yes, young general li,” he says, eyes twinkling, “i do believe he’s around here somewhere.”

she has no idea how he seems to know everything, but she finally tracks down shang who’s ecstatic to see her and hates himself for it. she confesses - says she loves him, that she’s engaged to ping but willing and able to break this engagement for shang. who is dumbfounded and elated and says yes, of course, finally and forever.

and mulan accepts her rank and marries shang, and they become the literal power battle couple of the general li mulan and general li shang. ping becomes a scholar and marries a very nice young woman who loves reading and is happy to read aloud to her husband with his failing eyes.

and they all live happily ever after.

facts about each sign

* check ur sun & rising *

aries: they are kinda the loudest in their circle of friends, no matter how aggressive they may come off as but they are actually very emotional ppl.

taurus: they are really laid back people, not really into getting into much drama but they like to keep things running smoothly.

gemini: they love talking shit because they get a kick out of putting people in their place and they let things go easily just say sorry and mean it.

cancer: the mood swings are fucking true and they most definitely catch you off guard, but these guys are really cute and overprotective over someone they really care about.


leo: they can be a bit standoff ish because of their confidence and they vibes they give off, but these people are willing to do anything for the people they are close to and they love putting themselves in situations they know they can accomplish, with or without any help.


virgo: some of the things virgos say hurt because they have no chill button when it comes to them calling a person out on something, they aren’t the clean freaks or nerds people say they are; they are just private and way too cool for you.


libra: they are most likely to me a loner or a social butterfly with no limits literally everyone fucks with them heavy or knows about them, only because they are very open people and aren’t really afraid of comforting someone new.

scorpio: scorpios are hard to pin down, the only reason is because they can come off cold and distant just like a cap or aquarius. they give off this vibe only to tell you they aren’t the ones to fuck with, no one will ever get the chance to cross them twice one strike you’re out there is no seconds chances.

sagittarius: sags are very blunt people, they can be a bit tooo blunt and hurt peoples feelings because of how harsh they may say things. but these people love freedom and having their own space, they are literally claustrophobic af keeping them still is not a good thing.

capricorn: the most misunderstood sign, they like their alone time and hate not having control over their emotions. literally their biggest downfall is over thinking damn near everything, it’s something they can’t pin down and that’s why they NEED stability.

aquarius: they are the biggest weirdo in the zodiac, they are really hard to understand but they don’t put themselves out there because they feel as they don’t have to. many get upset because of how closed off they come off as, that’s not their intentions its just you maybe need to mind your business sometimes.


pisces: pisces are psychics I swear , they are the second weirdos because they are really different in many unexplainable ways lol. they can be a bit manipulative and naive.

anonymous asked:

Please please share your thoughts on Wonder Woman? Thank you! :)

ANYONE WHO WATCHED WONDER WOMAN (2017) DIR. PATTY JENKINS AND WASN’T COMPLETELY IN LOVE IS NOT TO BE TRUSTED

Some thoughts:

  • So we all knew it was going to be emotional to FINALLY have a female superhero movie, but the movie exceeded those expectations. The fight scenes were incredible and so focused on Diana and what she was capable of – the men basically weren’t even there. The fuckin no man’s land scene SAVED MY LIFE. Superhero movies are known for being heavy handed and this one didn’t escape that for sure (the love speech at the end was….a lot), but that scene was so well done…they didn’t have to stoop to some Éowyn knock off line of “I am no man,” we were allowed to just see her do what real women do - step up and do it. Even though that wasn’t the first time we’ve seen her in full Wonder Woman costume on screen, it felt like it was, like it was the first time I’d EVER seen ANY hero before and it took my breath away. By far the best Superhero Reveal Moment I’ve ever seen. My girl taking out bullets right and left, drawing fire from the entire German army!! Fuck me up!!!
  • You can’t talk about this film without talking about gender role reversals. Chris Pine was So Perfect and I think they really couldn’t have pulled the movie off if they’d cast any other white boy in the role. He was funny but genuine, capable but never arrogant, charming but not entitled about it. He learned quickly what Diana was capable of and respected her for it, always moving to the sideline during the fight scenes (the shield moment with the bell tower comes to mind - who needs a sniper when you can fuckin launch a god at the shooter??), knowing that these were her fights and never trying to mansplain her out of them. He wanted to protect her, but didn’t underestimate her - all the things that a typical female romantic interest does in these kind of movies. It was amazingly well balanced, so much so that I didn’t even mind the romantic sub plot. Plus he was almost entirely naked there, way to play to the audience my dudes!!!!
  • The historical context did the movie such a great service. The outward displays of sexism became so ridiculous when faced with Diana, who genuinely had never had to deal with the patriarchy’s bullshit before. It didn’t just make the men in London look pathetic and mean, it cast a large shadow over the way that women are treated today. 
  • The Dark DC Gradient™ on all the shots isn’t my favorite but it did Chris Pine’s fuckin bright blue eyes a huge favor
  • Gal Gadot was so fuckin good??? Not only was she beautiful, like really really distractingly beautiful, like I kept having to force myself to pay attention to the dialogue cause I, like Steve Trevor, could not stop looking at her (and she’s standing next to Genuine Stud Chris Pine and still?? SHE’S SO BEAUTIFUL). But she was way more then that, her performance was spot on. Diana was naive, commanding, strong, compassionate - while never being reduced down to just a one note version of these things. She felt so real to me, in a genre that spends very little time on character development. Even in the sappiest parts of the script, she sold it. She absolutely sparkled. 
  • Some of the best dialogue was the back and forth between Diana and Steve when she’s asking questions about mankind/London - it was cute and funny without being too overdone or obvious, which it easily could have been
  • The villains weren’t much to write home about, but they didn’t need to be. The movie was so laser focused on Diana and Steve that they really didn’t matter, you could self insert whatever you wanted to there
  • Themyscira is the ideal for I too want to hang out on the beach and never see a man again
  • Also that lesbian line, and how stupid male reviewers blindly did not understand it!!! Fuckin drag em
  • But also the fight scenes on Themyscira were INCREDIBLE. I wish that first section had been a bit longer just because I was enjoying it so much, but it was so refreshing to see all women on screen - women who fought and loved and supported each other. Incredible. 

I haven’t enjoyed, really enjoyed, to the point of not having to think about the message or the structure or how much fuckin time I’ve wasted listening to some male superhero talk about honor or some equally boring garbage, since The Avengers came out in 2012. Even then, Wonder Woman felt like something else entirely. It leaned on many of the same tropes and sequences, but there was enough reinvention in between (particularly the characters, who I felt were much more fleshed out then any superhero movie I’ve seen before) to make it feel fresh and exciting. This so easily could have been a throw away movie, a chance for movie execs to point and say, hey we tried with women that one time!! But Patty Jenkins, and Gal Gadot, and all the other women who worked on this incredible production, knew what was at stake, and weren’t going to let that happen. Every time I see a little girl dressed up as Diana Prince, on her way to the theater, my heart fills more and more. During the film, I found myself on the verge of tears five or six times - sometimes because it was so beautiful, to see a woman who felt so real being strong and vulnerable and saving the damn world, but other times because the plot itself genuinely moved me. Wonder Woman is revolutionary for the industry, sure, but more importantly, it’s just a damn good movie. 

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3rd years Nishinoya as the new Vice Captain, and Tanaka as their Fiery-tempered Ace

Bonus: University-attending Asahi being smooched by an excitable V.Captain when he comes to visit