but you have no shirt on

markimoofan123  asked:

So Mark did Darkiplier t-shirt's yesterday in his stream, would you ever think of selling Anti t-shirts :) it would be so cool to have a t-shirt of him ^_^

Nah, I dont want to overdo it and want to make it a surprise everytime he shows up

BTS| You have a nipple piercing

It feels so strange to write again…..we are so sorry, but there was so much going on and yesss…..forgive us please….

Requests are open



our small picnic got interrupted by a downpour and before you could do anything, the both of you were completely soaked with rain. When you finally reached a shelter, Jin observed you with a strange expression. Before you could do anything, he took his wet jacket and put it around your body.

“Did you wear a white shirt on purpose? Do you wanted to make me angry? And why are there PIERCINGS on your….body???”

Originally posted by jungkookiescookies


Wouldn’t waste more than two seconds with thinking about it.


Originally posted by meandmyopinionss


You told him before he could find it out. But you shouldn’t have  since he seems to be very interested in your shirt whenever he talks to you.

“Namjoon? I’m talking to you!”

“What? Oh….sorry babe. I was….distracted…”

Originally posted by minsnuggles


When he felt them as he hugged you, the world around you would be forgotten. After millisceonds of confusion, you could feel how the mood in the room changed.

“I think we need to talk about something jagi..”

Originally posted by hohbi


He saw the outline of your “body decoration” and drifted away in his own world with two questions filling his head.

“Since when? And why haven’t I noticed?”

Originally posted by bangtanbighit


He would be so curious when he saw your piercings for the first time. He would ask you everything about it like ‘Did it hurt?’ or ‘Why there?’.


Originally posted by aestaetically


When he saw your piercings piercing through your wet shirt for the first time, he would pretend like nothing happened and contine with what he did before while thinking about life.

*It’s okay Jungkook. You’re a manly man. You can handle this.*

Originally posted by busanplayboy

The After Party - Part 3

Hey Guys, here is the final part for this fiction. Thanks for the likes and reblogs, it is much appreciated. Now that this is finished I have a few requests to write for so look out for those. :) And thank you to the person who sent me a message for an insult for Jughead from Reggie.

Part One

Part Two

He put a hand on her shoulder wanting to comfort her and she collapsed onto him. Her face nuzzled into his shirt. “You smell nice.” She commented, feeling his body stiffen at the contact.

“Thanks?” he responded unsure. He was in a small enclosed space with Betty Cooper at a house party, it wasn’t exactly where he thought his night was going to end up. Her hands moved to encircle his waist and he went to put some distance between them, his back hitting the wall behind him. He needed to process what was happening. She moved towards him again her hand pressed against his chest. “Betts. Come on.” his tone was light, friendly, trying to break the tension that had suddenly engulfed the small room. But she was having none of it, her eyes had darkened and they carefully examined him in a way he had not seen a member of the opposite sex look at him before.

“Betts I don’t think this is a good idea.” He let out, as her hand moved to his shirt playing with the material. His hands were braced on the wall behind him, he was out of space to move and she was not backing away.

“What did I say about people telling me what to do?” She replied.

“Not telling, advising.”

“I always do what is best Jug. That’s my life’s mission. But sometimes I get sick of being the good girl.” He swallowed thickly, his throat feeling dry. She smiled noticing his reaction. Her hand moved from the opening of his shirt to his neck, playing with the curls of hair that escaped underneath his beanie.

“Betts.” He groaned in warning. She had fully invaded his personal space now. If she was anyone else he would have pushed them away by now.

“Don’t you want to make me feel better.” She pressed her body against his.

“I don’t want to be a rebound.” He choked out.

“This isn’t about that. This is two people who know each other very well, who at one time or another have imagined what it would be like to cross that line.” She said seductively as she trailed a finger down the side of his cheek to lightly ghost across his lips.

“You have thought about that?” He asked searching her eyes for honesty. She took a hold of his hand and placed it on her hip.

“Haven’t you?” She said avoiding the question. He glanced at his watch on the hand not currently attached to her hip holding her tight now without realizing.

“We have 3 minutes left.” He stated struggling to keep his tone even.

“Tick, Tock” She replied.

“Fuck it.” He groaned in defeat, his hand reaching for the back of her head, pulling her closer so that his lips could capture hers. Her lips were pliable under his, returning his kiss with equal enthusiasm. Her hands went to his hair dipping underneath the beanie on his head to feel his wavy locks he kept hidden. She had always wondered what his hair felt like, hidden always under that beanie.

Her tongue swept across his bottom lip, seeking entrance which he gladly gave all too easily. This feeling of being desired overwhelmed her, she wanted more, more of this feeling. Feeling bold she reached under his t-shirt, her fingertips touching bare skin and delighting in his sharp intake of breath at the contact. But he didn’t stop her, didn’t pull away as she had expected. She moved her hands to his bare back scratching lightly. She was reveling in the sounds that he was making, it made her feel powerful that she could create such a reaction in the usually stoic teen.

So far he had been along for the ride, letting her take the lead. But this feeling arising up in him had snowballed into something he couldn’t quite control. He wanted more, he wanted to feel more. Switching their positions he pushed her up against the wall, as his lips went to her neck, he took a testing nip the barest hint of teeth  and then soothed the area immediately with his tongue as she gasped and moaned her appreciation.

Her hands were in his hair again. She wanted that hat gone. She knew it was his security blanket. A barrier against the the world and she wanted him without those. She wanted him laid bare. Those moments when she had thought about what it might be like to kiss him, she had never imagined this. She had expected an awkwardness and hesitation on both sides. But this was nothing like that. This felt almost right. There was a push and pull between them, give and take. This was not the sweet first kiss she had expected to write in her diary, all sunshine and rainbows and Archie Andrews. This was raw and unhinged. Her fingers were now laced in his hair as she directed him to where she needed to feel his touch the most.

She felt his hand moving up her waist, up her ribcage, the underside of her breast just short of touching her where she needed him to. She keened into his touch.

“Please.” She let slip from her lips. She heard him take a deep breath before his hand caressed her breast and his mouth reclaimed hers.

“Right Betty times up.” Veronica said as she opened the closet door, Archie stood next to her and may have needed some help picking his jaw up of the floor. Within the closet were his two best friends tangled up in each other, hair mussed, the crown beanie on the floor left forgotten. It seemed Veronica too was lost for words.

“Whoa looks like Needlenose does know what to do with a girl after all.” Reggie shouted peering over the shoulder of Archie who was still having difficulty getting his mouth to form words. Betty and Jughead broke apart, Betty casually smoothing down her dress, while he picked up his beanie from the floor pulling it quickly onto his head. He looked over to Betty expecting to see embarrassment or a look of guilt at being caught in the act, but he couldn’t read anything from her face. The closest thing he could describe it as was determined.

“Oh looks like Betty Cooper isn’t so innocent after all. More like your sister than we thought. Must be a Cooper thing.” Cheryl commented smugly. Betty’s face didn’t change, didn’t crumble and break like it usually would. Instead she walked over to Cheryl never breaking eye contact. She was in Cheryl’s face now, eye to eye. Cheryl noted the look in her eye and her smile faltered.

“I am done being your little plaything. Cross me again. so much as say Polly’s name and you will regret it.” She stepped past her heading for the exit. She looked back over her shoulder at the devastation in her wake, to the boy still in the closet. “Are you coming?”

How could he say no?

“You’re a fucking whore y/n, dancing with Seth like a dirty slut!” Dean yelled at you. You stormed into the bedroom slamming the door in his face, but he caught it and swung it open. He grabs the hem of your shirt and slams you against the wall. You could smell the alcohol on his breath, Jack Daniels to be exact.”Maybe if you paid more attention to me, I wouldn’t have to seek attention from other men.” You yell back.”I’ll show you attention.” He said through his gritted teeth. He pushes you on your back, your dress and his pants piled up next you. He thrusts inside of you without warning, not letting you adjust to his size. You find yourself moaning in pleasure, cursing yourself for letting him he makes you feel pleasure.”Say my name y/n.” Dean demands thrusting in and out of your roughly. You feel yourself getting close and you know he is too.”Say my name you fucking whore.” His pace grows faster by the second.”DEAAAN.” You yell as you cum. He pulls out and releases all over you breasts and stomach, collapsing on top of you.”I’m sorry for. . . “ Dean’s finger traces up to your lips.”SHHH, don’t worry about it y/n, I love you.” He whispers. He flips you so that you are on top of him, rocks you in his arms, humming in your ear until you are fast asleep in his arms.

anonymous asked:

i always wondered why that day harry didnt put the shirt he bought into a bag like a normal person would, and instead walked out of the store with it in hands. I guess he wanted us to see the stripped pattern :) such a goddamn coincidence Louis bought the same one as well who would've thought

cashier: do you want a bag for that

harry: no i have to give the larries material…literally


harry: i mean no thank you

Tagged by @bbhsthighs thank youuuu! 💕

I’m tagging @minniescutiehands @nerdtasticawkwardpenguin @veerzaara @r-velvets @chaichanyeol @star-gaxing @chanyeolcide @whenxoxosmilesunshines @menakaren @yiffxing

anonymous asked:

Rough Dallas makeout heeadcanons?

— dally doesn’t hold your waist like steve does, but he does sometime have a hand on your hipbone
— his hands ROAM
— rough dally is very dominant and doesn’t ask for permission
— like if you don’t want him up your shirt 🤷🏼‍♀️🤷🏼‍♀️
— rough dally pushes and grabs a lot
— dallas likes sliding his hand around beneath your shirt while making out
— he usually grabs one of your boobs but over your bra
— just because it shocks you
— he likes to have you under him
— and pressed against him
— he really enjoys attacks necks
— he spends more time playing on your neck, ear, chest etc. than he does kissing
— he doesn’t stop until you moan


this is it.

sweaty hands holding each other so tightly the knuckles go white

watery eyes looking in the same direction with passion

trembling voices whispering little things that mean the world

beating hearts that beat in the rhythm of a bird fluttering its wings

butterflies flying happily in the stomach making fun of all that nervousness

first times when everything is so serious and important

caring kisses on the forehead full kisses on the lips

long walks by the beach throwing pebbles in the ocean laughing until you cry

promises of eternity growing old together dying by each other’s side

singing stupid songs to proof something you don’t really have to 

sleeping in his t-shirt because although it’s way too long it fits you perfectly

listening to the oh’s and ah’s when everyone is amazed by you

smiling without a reason when he’s the only reason to smile

watching her getting ready in the morning 

when she pretends she knows what’s going on in basketball

when you both fall asleep on a couch cuddled to each other

when you argue when you’re not together and then you fuck each other to death

when you say it and you mean it and you know this isn’t temporary

when you finally realize it

this is it.

you know what, right?

My Kind of Day

A/N: This was an anon request for a Spencer x Reader at a pool party (like the thing with Reid and Lila). The reader gets pushed into the pool, but she’s really insecure about being in the pool. Spencer tries to help her out, but gets knocked in during the process. No kisses in the pool. But they do have a private fluffy kiss. :) <3 @coveofmemories 


I hate the pool. I hate being seen in anything more than a t-shirt and jeans. Why the hell am I here?

The thoughts raced through your mind like a rollercoaster as you rolled up to the house. Rossi was throwing a pool party for numerous departments, so there were going to be at least 100 people at this party. Everyone was gonna be in the pool, but you hated the pool. You hated being half naked unless you were with the person you loved and even that was anxiety-producing. That kind of judgement…especially when you were surrounded by such beautiful, flawless ladies…you couldn’t handle it. The rest of the team had begged you to come. Spence too, he didn’t like the idea of a bathing suit either, but finally you both relented, on the condition that neither of you would have to go swimming. You’d chill with everyone, talk, eat, drink, but you weren’t about to go in the pool.

“I hate this,” you said to Spencer as you walked into the backyard. The two of you drove up to Rossi’s at the same time. 

Spencer nodded, grimacing in the direction of the gate. “Me too. But everyone begged, so I’ll live, I guess.”

“Yay!” Garcia exclaimed, running up toward you both in her Marilyn Monroe-esque bathing suit. “You’re here! Have drinks!” Before running back into the pull, she shoved a drink in each of your hands. 

Is the alcohol really worth this? I could be home reading a book right now. “Well, we might as well get to mingling Spence.” As the two of you walked toward the rest of the Bureau, you went your separate ways, Spence talking to JJ and Morgan who were already in the pool, and you hanging out near Rossi and Hotch, who had yet to go in (although they planned on it). 

“Come on, Y/N!” Garcia screamed, floating up and down in the pool. “Please come in!”

What was the deal Garcia? “Never!” you screamed back playfully, even though you kind of wanted to yell at her for putting on the pressure. “I don’t do the pool.” 

You turned away back toward Rossi and Hotch, and began talking about Jack, he was already 4 years old - which blew your mind because you remember the day he was born. “Why don’t you want to go in?” Rossi asked. “It’s heated.”

“I’m sure it’s wonderful,” you sighed. “I’m just not comfortable in a bathing suit.” He put his arm around you, giving you a side hug and telling you very sweetly that you had no reason to be ashamed, but to do as you wished. “Thanks, Rossi.” 

For hours, everyone mingled; you even talked to some of the members of the Bureau you never go to interact with. Rossi had an amazing amount of food - burgers, hot dogs, cold salads - plus all kinds of booze, so for the most part the team was too focused on that to bother you and Spencer to go in the pool. 

After finishing up with Rossi and Hotch, you started talking to Spencer, complaining about how you were hot and wanted to go home, when all of a sudden someone from counterterrorism bumped into you, careening you backwards into the pool with a screech. 

When you hit the water, all you could think of was the fact that you were wearing a light-colored t-shirt and that your phone was in your pocket. Great, now I’m soaked, and my phone is fucked. Awesome. The minute your head popped up out of the water, everyone was asking if you were okay - but now you were pissed. “You okay?” Spencer asked as you shook you hair out and went to get out of the pool. “Can someone grab her a towel?” he screamed toward the house.

“I’m fine, Spence,” you lied. “Just get me out of here please. You know how much I hate this.” He was the only one who really knew how much you hated this. Someone was running back toward the pool with a towel as Spencer reached out to grab your hand and help you out. Just as the man that had knocked you in came back with a towel, Mr. Graceful knocked into Spencer, causing him to fall in head first. Lovely! Now you were both soaked to the skin. “Jesus,” you said as he popped up. “You okay now?” He looked at you under half-lidded eyes like he was about to kill someone. 

“Come here,” he mumbled, shaking the water off his glasses. “I’ll help you out first.” When he grabbed you by the waist to help you out, you felt his fingers graze at the skin just underneath your now soaked t-shirt. Once out, you grabbed his hand and pulled him up, walking back outside to your respective cars. Thankfully, both of you always had a go-bag in the car, so you had some extra clothes. 

As you walked back into the house, you watched as the water drained from his hair and down his face. He looked cute when he was wet - a little like a wet rat, but cute all the same. “I think I’m just going to get changed and go home,” he said.

“Me too. I think I’ve had enough today.”

“Ummm…” he hesitated, “I don’t know if maybe you’d want to come by me? We can play chess maybe?” 

“That’d be nice,” you said. He really did look adorable.

“I know you don’t like going in the pool or anything,” he said, closing the gap between you, “but for what it’s worth, I think you look beautiful.”

The corners of your lips turned up into a smile. You took another step toward him and leaned up, placing a chaste kiss on his lips, but as you pulled away, he grabbed the side of your face, deepening the kiss before letting you go. “I’ve always wanted to do that,” he smiled. “Maybe we can do some more of that at my place?” His eyebrows raised hopefully and you laughed throwing your head back and getting pool water all over Rossi’s wall. You definitely needed to kiss him again.

“Absolutely,” you said, walking into the house so both of you could get changed. Before walking to the bathroom, you kissed him again, nibbling slightly on his lower lip before pulling away. “Kisses and chess sounds like my kind of day.”

anonymous asked:

My mom bought me a shirt andesign I can't wait!!!!😀 I've been following your art since forever and reconized the image mark originally wanted to use. Also I agree with mark when he says your art has progressed in these last year's and I'm proud of you and anyone in the community that has supported you and your art😊 (ps. Tell dark he looks cool even as a shirt design)

Aww thank you anon!!! <3 I’ll be sure to let Dark know..though I have a feeling he already does ;)

anonymous asked:

You know what kills me? Thinking of Louis stealing all of Harry's clothes. "Lou, have you seen my striped shirt?" "No, love, sorry" (as he squirrels it away) (Later at Ultra) "Lou, you're wearing my striped shirt at the club." "Sorry, love. It's really loud in here!! Gotta go" And then Louis sends Harry a pic of him wearing the shirt and nothing else THIS HAPPENS ALL THE TIME. FIGHT ME

THAT LAST LINE i can imagine all of this happening crystal clearly + then the next day harry is wearing a pair of louis’ jeans as revenge but he gravely regrets it because they’re so small…so tight

Go Home

Summary: You and Finn get into a fight, and you end up leaving. He shows up at your parents’ house and waits outside all night to prove that he will do anything to win your heart back. Fluff at the end!

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You sat in your car in a grocery store parking lot at 10:43 PM. It was cold, and rain was pouring down while lightning lit up the night sky. An empty parking lot wasn’t your first choice of where to be on a cold stormy night like this, but you didn’t have anywhere else to go. You lived with Finn…or you did until the fight the two of you just had. You didn’t have anywhere to go.

You reached up and wiped the tears from your cheeks with the sleeve of your shirt as you reached over and picked up your almost dead cell phone from the shotgun seat.

You dialed the only person you could think to call in the middle of the night when you needed something, your mom.

“Hello?” She said. Her voice was sleepy, and you felt bad for waking her up with your call.

“M-mom,“ you mumbled as you tried to stop the tears that continued to fall.

“Y/n? Is everything okay? What’s wrong?” She asked.

“Mom…can I, can I come stay at home tonight?” You asked.

“Of course, honey. Is everything okay?” She asked.

“N-no.” You said.

“What’s wrong? Are you hurt? Do I need to call Finn-?

“No!” You said as you cut her off before she could finish her sentence. “We…we had a fight, and I left.”

“It’s going to be fine, sweetie. Come home. I’ll turn the light on for you, okay?”

“Thank mom.” You said.

“I’m always here for you, baby. I’ll see you soon.” She said.

You drove across town and pulled into the familiar driveway of your childhood hope. Your mom was standing on the porch under the light in her night robe waiting for you. She hurried over to your car and pulled you into her arms as soon as you were out of the car.

“It’s going to be okay, sweetie.” She said as she held you tight.

“Thanks for letting me stay here tonight.” You said.

“You don’t have to thank me, this is what moms do.” She said.

“I promise I’ll leave in the morning-“

“You can stay as long as you need to. There’s no rush for you to leave.” She said.

She kept her arm around you as she led you into the house and up the stairs to your old room.

You immediately crawled under the covers and sighed at how warm they were.

“Do you need anything before I go to sleep?” She asked.

“No. I just want to try to sleep. I’m exhausted.” You said.

“Okay. I’m just down the hall if you need anything.” She said.

“Okay. Thanks again for letting me stay here tonight, mom.” You said.

“Sweetheart this will always be your home. You can come here anytime.” She said.

You tossed and turned all night as you tried to find a comfortable position. The storm continued to rage on outside your window, and all you wanted was to have Finn’s arms around you to keep you safe and warm. But instead of his arms wrapping around you his words from earlier replayed over and over in your head. “Just get out!” He had yelled as he pointed towards the door when he reached his breaking point.

He was frustrated. He felt great, and his shoulder had recovered amazingly. He felt like he was back at 100%. Despite being able to do all the exercises the doctors gave him, he had yet to be released to in-ring competition by WWE doctors. He became more frustrated with every day that passed which left him very short tempered with you. That led to an argument over the trash.

The trash. Who was going to take out the trash was literally the thing that ended your relationship.

You knew it was more than that. You knew it was how distant Finn had been with you for weeks. You knew it was that he barely touched you anymore. He didn’t kiss you when he left for rehab or when he came home. You didn’t have movie nights on the couch anymore. Most nights you were upstairs in bed on your laptop or phone or reading a book while Finn stayed downstairs watching wrestling or playing video games. Half of the time he didn’t even bother coming to bed, he would just pass out on the couch.

You finally fell asleep somewhere between three and four only to wake up at five and not be able to get back to sleep.

You sat up on the edge of the bed and stretched before deciding to go downstairs and watch some TV to try and take your mind off Finn.

You paused on the last step when you saw your parents looking through the glass of the front door at something outside.

“What are you looking at?” You asked.

They both turned around with shocked expressions on their faces.

“Sweetie, you’re awake.” Your mom said.

“Yeah, I couldn’t really sleep.” You said.

“Tell her.” Your dad said as he looked at your mom.

“Tell me what?” You asked.

“Maybe we shouldn’t tell her. She’s upset-“

“Tell me what mom?” You asked.

“Finn’s outside.” Your dad said.

“What? He’s outside? At five o’clock in the morning?” You asked.

“He’s been out there since just after you fell asleep. He won’t leave. Your mom has tried to talk to him. I tried to talk to him. He won’t go. Not until he talks to you.” Your dad said.

“He’s going to get himself sick.” You said.

“We told him that. He doesn’t care. Kid’s a wreck. I’ve never seen him like this.” Your dad said.

“Sweetie, I know you’re hurt, but maybe you should go talk to him. He was mad. You both were. People say things they don’t mean when they are mad.” Your mom said. “Finn still loves you.”

“I don’t think he does, mom. The way he sounded when he told me to get out…he’s never talked to me like that.”

“Honey, he’s been outside in the pouring rain and cold for five hours. He loves you. He wouldn’t still be out there if he didn’t.” Your mom said.

You stepped in between your parents to look through the glass. Sure enough there he was. Soaking wet with his head in his hands and his elbows on his knees sitting on the front step of your parents’ house. No coat. No umbrella. His clothes were completely soaked and sticking to him. The sight broke your heart more than the fight last night had.

“I know you’re upset, but he’s been out there all night. Will you please go talk to him? Poor boy is going to catch pneumonia.” Your dad said.

You sighed but nodded. You reached for the door handle and wrapped your hand around it and paused for a moment. You didn’t know what you were going to say. What could you say to him? Your relationship was too far broken to be fixed. There was no point in saving it.

You slowly opened the front door, and Finn’s head immediately snapped out of his hands. He turned to see who had opened the door. He stood up when he saw that it was you.

“Y/n-“ he began.

“Go home, Finn.” You said. “You’re scaring my parents.”

“I’m not leavin’.” He said.

“I’m not coming back, Finn. I can’t come back.”

“I’m not leavin’ til you do, love.”

“Finn, you wanted me to leave. You were the one that told me to get out.” You said.

“And I regret it. I was mad. I didn’t mean it. I love ya, Y/n. Yer all I want. I want ya ta come home.” He said.

“Finn, I can’t just pretend like you didn’t say what you said.” You said.

“I’m not askin’ you to. I just want a chance. You don’t have ta forgive me right now. Just please come home and give me a chance to show ya that I’m sorry.” He said.

“Finn, I don’t know…”

“I’m begging ya.” He said.


He didn’t let you finish your sentence. Hee reached out and grabbed your wrists and pulled you into his chest. He cupped your face in his hands and looked into your eyes.

“Please, Y/n. Just give me a chance.” He begged. “You’re all I got. I don’t have wrestling, I need ya. I need ya more than I need to get back into that ring. I need ya more than I need hearin’ the roar of the crowd. I need ya like I need air. I’ve been a wreck since ya left and nothin’ makes sense. My chest hurts. My eyes hurt. All I know is I love ya, and I want ya back.”

You felt tears mixed with rain drops slide down your cheeks at his words.

“Please, just give me a chance, love.” He pleaded.

You hesitated but finally gave in and nodded. The heart wanted what it wanted. As hurt as you were about the argument, you loved Finn more than anything on the planet, and you would do whatever it took to make your relationship work.

Finn’s lips curved into a smile before he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you stood there in the pouring rain kissing the love of your life.

Finn pulled away and smiled before he leaned in and kissed you again. He then started to pepper kisses all over your face.

“I’m so sorry, love.” He said.

“It’s okay Finn.” You said.

“C’mon let’s get ya inside, love. You’re soaked.” He said.

yobigsisplumeria  asked:

Young guzma entering the Johto region bug catching contest

*whispers* for you big sis

“I’m getting that kiss, and you can go straight to hell!” Plumeria growled. She nestled into her black parka, dammit Johto was so cold! She didn’t understand how even though you looked cute, you were content with overall shorts and a t-shirt.

“Oh yeah?” Guzma said through chattering teeth. He fared no better in an old long sleeve and sweats torn at the knees. “Well ya better get used to the taste of shit ‘cause tha’s what your gonna be eatin’ when I’m the one whose kissin’ on her, ya dingus!”

Plumeria and Guzma had to be careful to speak no more than above a whisper, engaged in a battle of wits. After all your mother didn’t believe that twelve year olds should be speaking in such rough language. Especially when you, the youngest of the bunch at eleven, were still so impressionable. The two kids didn’t want to ruin their chances of accompanying you and your mother on another trip to the Johto region for summer, especially when it was a chance retreat from Alola and what waited for the two of them at home.

They stood in a line with a Pokémon each and 20 Park Balls, Plumeria waved and blew you a kiss while Guzma winked and tried to look as manly as a twelve year old could. You sat on a park bench with your mother, knees covered in bruises and band aids from your little mishap the hour before. You’d taken quite a tumble off a dirt ledge, emerging a bloody crying mess from the ordeal while your mother, Guzma, and Plumeria tried to console you. When not even a Rage Candy Bar could cheer you up, it was Guzma who announced that he would make it all better by catching you the rarest bug at the Catching Contest. Plumeria refused to be one upped by a boy, especially when it came to attaining the affection and admiration of the one she cared for the most. The kissing thing came later when Plumeria insisted that you would be so overflowing with joy, that you would bravely kiss her on the lips.

“Like she’d kiss your ugly mug!” Guzma had said, “She’d rather kiss me, ‘cause I’m so good at catchin’ bugs!”

So here Plumeria stood with her Salandit, insisting that the type advantage would ensure her victory.

“Your ass is grass nerd!” Plumeria yelled when the judge gave the signal. She nearly tripped Guzma in her mad scramble in the tall grass. He didn’t bite, but instead turned to you and waved.

“Don’t worry cutie!” Guzma reassured you, “Imma catch you the biggest, bestest bug ever!”

Before you could respond he took off with Wimpod, trusting in his instincts that had lead him to capturing his partner Wimpod.

“You have such wonderful friends sweetie.” Your mother said. She smiled at the two children hunting through the grass, too far away for her to hear the obscenities they were screaming at one another. You still hurt a little too much to talk, but you nodded in agreement and smiled.

“I think we’ll have to invite them more often.” She laughed when she saw Guzma struggling with a Pinsir that seemed keen on having Wimpod for lunch. “I don’t think they’ve ever been outside of Alola. And I’ve heard rumors about their parents… I think it’s good for them to come places with us like this.”

“Yes.” You agreed. “I want them to come all the time.”

You nursed your wounds quietly, and you became excited when the whistle sounded once more signifying the contest had ended. The judging process was done where contestants stood, so you could not see the results, but when Plumeria and Guzma returned you assumed the worst with their crestfallen faces.

“Twenty minutes of my life wasted and all I caught was this stinkin’ Weedle!” Plumeria cried.

“Least you caught one that can evolve into somethin’ cool!” Guzma yelled, “All I got was this Kricketot! A lousy Kricketot ‘cause a Pinsir tried to eat Wimpod!”

They both approached you with Pokeballs in hand.

“I’m sorry.” They said in unison. “I’m really sorry.”

You took both Pokeballs in hand, tears having dried up some but now springing forward afresh at the kindness of your two friends.

“Thank you!” you whimpered, standing weakly to first kiss Plumeria, and then Guzma on the cheeks.

“I love my new friends.” You said quietly, cuddling the Pokeballs to your cheek. “I’ll cherish them forever.”

Normally the two would have resumed their argument anew to determine what your kisses meant. But for now, Guzma and Plumeria sat one on either side of you, wrapping their arms around you and basking in the radiance of your affections.

Thank you for contacting me first about this. The image for the shirts and hoodies was exclusively for the charity. However, I have prints of my most recent Darkiplier work up on my Redbubble. You’re more than welcome to check them out here if you’re interested in purchasing a poster/print: X

whimzywildangel  asked:

Haven’t seen you in awhile. Let’s see… how h/c for TFP or Bay Optimus reverting to a protoform, being raised by a human, but later regaining his memory. What kind of child is he and how does he break the news to his human “parent” when he remembers who he really is?

TFP Optimus Prime:

  • As a protoform, he’s pretty shy and quiet - and kind of clingy. He’ll hang on to the back of your shirt and stumble along behind you, even if you’re just at home
  • He’s a little flustered by the situation, to be honest, when he regains his memories, especially since he’s still technically a protoform
  • He breaks the news almost as soon as he can, since he doesn’t see a point in keeping it from you
  • That means it’ll come out of the blue though. You’ll both just be sitting and he just kind of blurts it out
  • You just kind of have to roll with it for a while, though it’s awkward to take care of him after that - since he still can’t do a lot of things for himself at his development
  • Eventually you can hand him off to Ratchet to figure out how to get him back to normal

anonymous asked:

Do you wanna tell us what it is you like about Gladio?

wow gosh i just have no idea truly it’s a mystery (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)

NOCT I SWEAR 。゜(`Д´)゜。

i’ll tell iggy about all your swearing ( ︶︿︶)

that’s not the kind i meant!! ((((;゜Д゜)))

just admit it, you like gladio’s inability to wear proper shirts ( ๑‾̀◡‾́)σ»

i… that’s… LOOK JUST SHUT UP (*`へ´*)

what if i tell gladio ԅ(≖‿≖ԅ)


not as happy as gladio will be! ε=ε=ε=ε=ε=ε=┌(๑ʘ∀ʘ)┘

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if I told you all that I was starting a new initiative, I Feel, Too, for Black mental health for The Black Infinity Project, would you support it?

I plan to start selling t-shirts to help empower our communities when it comes to these issues. We must validate the pain that we feel because so many of us go through a lot that we do not feel comfortable enough to express for many reasons.

Family, society, ourselves, etc. it’s a lot. sometimes it’s too much, but at the end of the day many of us question the validity of our pain.

it’s real. it hurts.

In order to heal, we must recognize that we have issues within our community that continue to fester & go under the radar. I applaud all of our brothers & sisters who are making a difference when it comes to this.

We have a long road ahead.

Would love your support. Please share.

anonymous asked:

Did you see that in the cast photo where Lili is wearing the blue jumpsuit, Cole is making a silly thumbs-up pose but he STILL manages to have his other, left arm around Lili? And he also has his arm on her shoulder (but sneakily covered by her curly hair) in that EW photo where he's standing behind her in the white shirt (and she's in the black top)?

Dude he’s always allllllllll over that!!!
Side note; imagine getting a shoulder squeeze from him? Or a lil hug? A cuddle? A laughter from his triangle shaped mouth? That eye glancing thing he does? I’ll stop now.