I bet that after years of reading Ed’s messy handwriting in half-assed reports, Roy is so shocked when he receives a letter from Resembool after the Promised Day, and it’s the nicest, neatest cursive handwriting he’s ever seen before, yet the letter says it’s from Ed. It’s even addressed “Dear Colonel Jackass”. He’s convinced Ed got Winry to write the letter for him. But then, next time they meet up and Roy brings it up, Ed confirms that the letter really was from him, and notes how he’s so happy to finally be able to write with his dominant hand. Roy wishes he’d gotten the kid his arm back while he was still obligated to fill out military reports.
I headcanon Lance as bi. I also sort of self project the way I grew up and how my family is/was on him too…? Anyways, more langst
-Lance never thought it was weird that he was attracted to both genders until he was 11
-He first told his mom and she told him it was just a phase
-His older siblings laughed and teased him for it, calling him many slurs
-Slowly he grew to hate himself for being attracted to men and started to become more and more homophobic
- When he was 13, he met a boy in the summer who was gay
-He dated said boy in secret while denying who he was all the while
-His younger sister caught him with the boy and told their parents
-Lance never thought he’d ever see his mom so disgusted with him
-At the same time, he never thought his Dad who seemed the least accepting, would accept him and try to help him
-Lance started to realize as he got older that no men wanted to date him because he was bi
-So he thought it’d be easier to pass as hetro, though by now he was no longer homophobic but was trying to help out in LGBT community
-Lance’s older siblings started to become more understanding of the LGBT community and was no longer homophobic
-His mom understood but didn’t except that he was bi. Instead she’d talk about how it was a phase in his life
-He knew deep down that she’s never accept him
-Growing up, Lance was a middle child
-He never really got new clothes, being able to have hand-me-downs from his older siblings
-But his younger siblings got new clothes as by the time he was down with his, they were outdated
-He tries not to think too much about the times he’d get locked out after walking around late
-It wasn’t their fault, they just didn’t notice he was gone
-When his anxiety was starting to get bad, he had to hide it because his family rejected the idea that anyone could have a mental illness in their family
-He learned how to cry silently early in his life, so it was no surprise that no one knew when he was having an anxiety attack
-His self esteem issues started pretty early in his life
-His older siblings, one was a genius and the other was a troublemaker
-Whatever he did was average in his eyes and only his friends congratulated him
-It would never feel as good as it would’ve been coming from his parents
-When he’d get into trouble or hang around a “dangerous” crowd, his parents didn’t seem to care too much
-His “dangerous” crowd was pretty much just his group of friends which consisted of an addict, an alcoholic, a pot head, a kid who came from a rough home and two high school drop outs who dealt with mental illness, and the other poverty
-Some of his friends knew gang members but it wasn’t an issue because they’d never bring them around
-When Lance got an 89% on an exam, they threw him a little party on the beach by a campfire
-They’d all celebrate each other’s success and Lance started to call them family
-Lance’s siblings always forgot he was with them when they’d tell a story, or they’d replace him with a different sibling
-His own mom and dad started to do that as well
-He started to feel like he was replaceable and forgettable
-He started to fall into depression around the time he was 12, though he never realized it was depression until he was 15
-He started self harming when he 11, a little bit after he came out
-At first it was anger, he felt like he deserved to be treated like crap
-It soon turned ugly as he started to notice more and more things he wasn’t good at and traits that were displeasing
-When he was 15-16, his friends noticed the scars he carefully kept hidden and they tried so hard to help him
-Lance learned that he didn’t want their help as it felt more like pity which only fed into his self-loathing
-When Lance was 16, his friend who was an alcoholic died by drowning in his own puke
-Lance didn’t take it well and couldn’t handle it, so he repressed those memories
-He never remembered until he was in his 20’s and woke up sobbing and shaking(it wasn’t pretty, it was horrible and he could shake the imagines out of his mind for weeks)
-When Lance got accepted to the garrison, his friends threw him a party
-At the same time, he never told his family until two days before he was leaving
-They thought it was just a boarding school and didn’t realize how much he worked for it until after he left and they looked into it
-Lance tried to hold back tears after the first month he was at the garrison and he still hadn’t gotten a call from his parents or siblings
-He didn’t hold himself as he thought of his friends and the fire they had
-He didn’t think of how his parents practically jumped around when his older brother got accepted into university
-He didn’t compare himself to everyone he knew and only focus on his bad points
-He didn’t have an anxiety attack that night
-When Lance met Hunk, he felt relived because finally in his life, he met someone who didn’t know his family
-Because finally he had a friend who saw him and didn’t know of or about his family
-And when he met Pidge, he was ecstatic to meet someone who was so smart and chill
-It didn’t hurt him at all when they kept avoiding him though
-It didn’t remind him of being overshadowed when his teachers started to compare him and tell him he was there only by luck
-It didn’t hurt when he was taken as a joke by his self proclaimed rival because it reminded him of his siblings
-No, it didn’t hurt at all when he realized he really didn’t belong with the other paladins
-And it certainly didn’t hurt when his hero got mad at him for making a valid point
-Of course that didn’t make him start to doubt himself more than he already did
-No, Lance never thought of how much he hated himself or how he wasn’t good enough
-Not even about how he missed his family, when he was stuck out in space
-Or his friends, who’d usually try to cheer him up by taking him out to eat or play games all night
-Definitely not about how he wished he was a better person, never really seeing what an amazing person he was but the only what he saw of himself
-No, Lance was fine
This has been an interesting chapter that I liked very much by its details, but it has annoyed me a little the idiotness that can be my Sanji. Anyway, Sanji is Sanji and we are not going to change him at this point …
Although, my initial reaction to reading the chapter has been this:
Then… There are a few things I want to talk about with you:
1) The Cover is the most cute thing I’ve seen in months. If you want to find the members of the crew in the kittens you will spend some fun: I have found Luffy, Zoro, Brook, Robin and Sanji.
2) I love the art of the Sweet Commanders. They are amazing! (And Katakuri is HOT!)
3) I am so curious about Mother Caramel. In fact I didn’t think we’d see his face until later. We don’t know who that lady is, and I do not think she looks like Dadan.
The cigarrette is a clue? The Mother…?
Dadan was a Mother for Ace, Luffy and Sabo and all her crew… And BM, call her THE MOTHER? Ummmmm…. Interesting.
4) I have the feeling that when the crap plan to destroy the wedding fails, the little gift of Gyojin Island, will explode Big Mom in the nose. (And I’m very curious to know what’s inside …)
5) When I have seen Cesar with this attitude…
… This song has come to my head and I can not take it from!!:
6) Cuteness everywhere… And then is Brûlée (LOL)
7) Sanji is the most idiotic and perverted boy I ever seen, but I love him the same.
8) Pudding is a cockteaser.
In my country it is said “calientapollas” and I do not know if the word I have used in English sounds very rude, I apologize if I offend someone, but still, you know what I am referring to.
9) Interesting: Pudding calling demon to Sanji. I understand that it announces the expected power-up of the cook and his demonic flames.
I really want to see Sanji burn.
(And yes… Sanji is a perverted Incubus. xD)
10) I like these panels of the Vinsmoke brothers that show the interests of each of them: Ichiji, politics; Niji, women and himself; Yonji, food and Reiju, who cares about everyone.
11) I love this panel.
In addition to being the crazy Tea Party of Alice In Wonderland, it is a marvel of details. All the characters are carefully displayed and drawn in a crazy perfect blend.
Oda is a real genius and no one is going to make me change my mind.
12) And this has made me laugh a lot.
Well, we don’t know what’s going to happen, but what is clear is that Sanji is not going to hurt Pudding …
I don’t know who will take care of that bitch’s face, Reiju, Carrot or Nami (I’d love it to be Nami), because there are a lot of very powerful female rivals in this arch and all we know that Oda likes to do “one on one” in gender issues … (Of course there are also exceptions such as Zoro against Monet…)
I really want the fight to start … Besides that I’m convinced Luffy will come out of the cake
As always, excuse me, my English skills are not as good as Sanji’s acting
Them Hearing Her Parents Talking Bad About Their Child: BTS
Jin, being the sweet lil boy he is, would very calmly talk to their parents about it, and try to convince them to stop.
He’d treat them obviously colder than before, but never say what the reason was. He’d also show a little more affection than normal, like wrapping a protective arm around them when their parents were around.
He’d be hurt in place of his S/O and randomly say things like: “You know I love you a lot right? I love you, and I think you’re perfect.”
He’d try to get his S/O to leave as soon as possible so he could explain to them what happened and ask if that was normal and what he should do, etc etc.
He’d be pissed in place of his S/O and lose all respect for their parents. He’d get really protective of them as well, and go overboard with being romantic.
He’d be extra af and be super lovey-dovey and clingy, as well as protective.
He’d ask one of his hyungs for advice and, like Chim and Tae, show more affection. If he was feeling particularly brave, or if what the parents said was particularly rude, he might confront them.
BTS reaction to you singing their songs in the shower
Jin would just laugh at you. You’d be in the shower, so he’d just be there waiting for you. Making dinner or just relaxing after a long day until he heard some noises from the shower. He’d walk over, put his ear to the door and listen. When he heard you singing some BTS songs, he’d start to giggle. “Make sure you don’t get any soap in your mouth while singing, silly!”
Like Jin, he’d just start to laugh when he heard you. He was waiting for you to get done since he had to shower as well. Yoongi went to knock on the door to find out what was taking so long to hear you singing. Not just singing some random song, you’d be singing Bangtan songs. He would laugh as he heard the passionate mumbles to the rap parts. He’d open up the door to scare you then just burst into laughter. “Don’t stop singing because of me, babe. Keep going.” He’d chuckle.
He would think it was the cutest thing ever. He heard some noises from the bathroom and only two things popped into his head. you either got hurt or were doing something he could help with. He hurried up to the bathroom to find you singing some BTS songs. Hobi would burst through the door, start dancing and singing into a hair brush loudly. “OH YEAH-!!! DUET TIME BABY”!“
Namjoon would think it’s adorable and pretty relaxing. He heard you singing some of their songs so he sat outside the bathroom door, trying to take in all he could of your voice from over the muffled water. He’d close his eyes until you opened the door, scaring him. He would jump and his face would be red. "I-I wasn’t listening or anything! Well… maybe I was. You just have a really nice voice, baby girl.”
Jimin would hear you singing along to one of their songs a mile away. Your speaker was pretty loud, so when you sang along with it, your voice got louder without you even realizing. He would hurry and pull his phone out to record it sneakily. Once you were done and came downstairs, he would play it and sing along with it. “I got it recorded, jagi! And there’s nothing you can do about it!”
He would think it was adorable as soon as he heard their music come from the bathroom. The speaker was loud so it could be heard through the door. Tae would stand outside the door, listening to your voice sing flawlessly. Then he would start loudly singing on the other side of the door with you. Once the song was over, he’d laugh. “That was like a movie scene, wasn’t it~!?”
Jungkook would think it’s precious. He would hear you sing BTS songs at the top of your lungs and start to laugh. He would peak in the bathroom to listen better. He would laugh a bit more and smile. Kookie would start to harmonize with you and laugh super hard when you jumped. “Ah! Did I scare you, babe~? Oops!”
Jungkook: He would immediately widen his eyes and he’d walk gently towards you, a look of horror and fear on his face. He would cup your face gently and run his thumb over the slight red mark. You’d flinch a little bit and he’d wrap his arms around you. You’d stiffen as tears ran down your face but he would hold onto you so tightly that it almost hurt. His shoulders would start shaking and he would cry into your neck about how sorry he was and how he would never hurt you because he loves you so much. He’d let go and run and grab some ice from the kitchen. He’d pull you onto the couch and ice your cheek gently while stroking your hair.
Jin: Jin would stare at you after he realized what he did. He’d move his hands to grasp your shoulders and stare at you. “Jagiya.” He whispered. “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me. I would never hurt you. You’re my love.” He would say softly and a tear rolled down his face. You’d hug him and tell him that it’s okay, you loved him too. He would then get you ice and kiss you gently.
Yoongi: He would have to take himself away from the situation, afraid of what he just did. He’d run up the stairs, slamming the door to the bedroom, leaving you to stand, shocked in the living room. You would go upstairs to grab a towel and soak it in cold water. You’d quietly open the bedroom door to find Yoongi standing with his hands over his eyes. You would reach out to touch his shoulder and he’d throw his arms around you and bury his hands in your hair. You’d sit on the bed, him just holding you.
Jimin: Jimin would start crying and hold his hands over his mouth. “Jagiya, I’m so sorry. Please forgive me.” He would whisper and reach for you. He would stroke your cheek gently and try to control his own emotions as yours threatened to spill over. “I’m so sorry, my love.” He would pull you down onto the floor, clutching you to his chest. He’d press a light kiss to your forehead.
Namjoon: He’d be shocked with himself. He would calmly go to the kitchen and get ice for you. He’d press the towel to your face and sit you down on the couch. “You know I didn’t mean that.” He would say and tilt your chin up to look at him. He’d kiss you and make sure the slap mark wasn’t too bruised. “Jagiya, I love you and I won’t ever hurt you again.”
Hoseok: Like Jimin, he’d cry. He would be confused because he loves you so much and he didn’t know why he hurt you. He’d turn away from you for a second to try and pull himself together, before spinning around and cupping your face and kissing you. “Jagiya, don’t cry. Please.” He’d whisper and pull your head to his chest and stroke your hair. “I’m so sorry.” He’d get you ice and kiss you.
Taehyung: He would run and grab a towel soaked in water and press it to your cheek. “C’mon Jagiya. You know I didn’t mean it. I’m just tired and the past few weeks have been stressful. You’re the only one that’s kept me calm through it all though.” He’d kiss you and wipe your tears away gently with his thumb. He’d kiss your cheek and pull you to his chest.
A/N: lmao, I’m sorry if this is bad. I tried. Hope you enjoyed!
Hours had gone by and still, Spencer sat in silence, wondering whether to be worried or angry as he journeyed home. Four times already, he’d checked his phone to firstly make sure you hadn’t called but also to check his text telling you he was coming home that night. The message had sent and had even been received, but it remained unopened.
Taking the steps up to the apartment building entrance, Reid sidestepped a young man who was on his way out, thanking him for pushing the door hard enough to ensure it didn’t close before he got to it. The scent of stale cigarettes from the man’s clothes was abhorrent but Spencer took little notice with all the thoughts running through his mind.
Once outside your apartment door, though, the subtle but familiar smell wafted to his nostrils, confirming just which emotion he should be feeling. The door swung open silently as the usually calm doctor moved swiftly through the apartment like a strong gust of wind, bursting into the bedroom to see it for himself.
“What the fuck!?” exclaimed Spencer, taking in the sight of you still laying between the sheets, a look of panic on your face. “Are you serious!? In our bed?”
“Spencer…” you gasped, throwing back the duvet and leaping to your feet. You were trying to round the bed toward him but he had no desire for physical contact, backing away from you.
Half smoked cigarettes and you’re the trash that infests my sheets Can’t make a wife out of a whore, don’t want your skin on me And you’re, you’re addicted to the drug of lust A detox in the cold sweat of shame And I love your pain
“How long!?” he demanded, pushing your hands away from him as you reached out. “Something’s not been right for a while now. Has it been going on that long? Am I boring you?”
“No, I promise…” you pleaded but he wasn’t having it. “I love you… I just…”
“Just what?” he asked. “Go on!”
“I needed more,” you answered. “I needed it like it was when we first got together. When it was exciting. When we were fanatically in love.”
The look on Spencer’s face was of anger and confusion as he tried to rationalise what you’d just said. Why hadn’t you just said something? Why not just talk? Or was it that you needed that fix so much more than you needed him.
As all logic broke down and he struggled internally to process, something snapped in his mind and all conversation ended. A pair of hands reached forward, grabbing hold of your wrists and pushing you toward the bed. The first instinct was fear and the want to scream but when his lips pressed hard against yours, it was hard to argue. Your mind told you to resist him, but your body ignored it, allowing yourself to be bundled back into the bed.
So this love’s been worn down, like songs on a tape The sex has lost all of its fun, like gum loses taste And you’re, you’re addicted to the drug of lust, A detox in the cold sweat of shame And I love your pain
How were you supposed to react to what had happened? You were caught and you knew you were, guilt-ridden and upset but then came the best sex in your relationship since its inception. Laying beside him, still panting, you turned to look at him but he didn’t reciprocate the gaze.
“S-spencer?” you stuttered nervously, watching his chest rise and fall. “Do… do you remember when we first started dating? I thought you were this awesome, rockstar of a guy living a life I wanted to be part of. It was exciting, you were exciting. And you were the first person to ever make me feel like I was good for anyone. Do you remember what you said to me?”
“Mmm,” he grunted, still not looking at you.
“You told me that I was the first person that you’d been able to completely come out of your shell with…” you started but he cut you off.
“I lied.” Two words that cut so deeply considering how bluntly they were used.
“You… you what?” you asked, welling up and sitting up away from him.
“I lied. There were others,” explained Spencer.
“You’re just saying…” you began but were cut off again.
“Lila, Austin, Maeve… want me to keep listing?”
“Spencer, what are you doing?” you asked, confused as to why he would sleep with you again if he was going to be like this.
“Get out.” Two more words that hit you like a truck.
“Get out!” he screamed, his hand diving to the nightstand.
You didn’t even need to see it, you knew it was there. Moving quicker than you ever had before, you leapt from the sheets, grabbing up your clothes and running from the bedroom. The last thing you saw of him was his naked torso with an outstretched hand, fingers gripping the revolver.
With a pair of pants and a shirt on, you left behind everything, losing it all for an hour of pleasure once a week. When the door clicked closed behind you, your eyes travelled down to see the bunch of roses that had been dropped by the door mat.
I’m here back in your bed babe Remember what you said to me “You can be my James Dean, I’ll be your sweet queen” I said that you were my first, but you weren’t even close now Like a frame in a movie, you’re just one of many Can you grant me one last wish Play Russian roulette as we kiss I’ll be your cheap novelty Blow your brains out on me
Eight days. That was all that had passed when you tried to speak to him again, going to his apartment building with nothing but apologies and good intentions in mind. And yet, there you were. Standing on the pavement across the street as you watched him with her, walking along the street with the same red rose that he’d brought you on your first official date.
Turning, you watched out of the corner of your eye so he wouldn’t see you. The nervous churning in your stomach that had plagued you the entire way there had suddenly turned to an emptiness as you were cast aside, discarded for what you had done. Given time, would he even remember you?
I gave you these roses now but I left in the thorns I’d rather hurt someone than hurt myself I’ll dispose of you like a lighter out of fuel I’ll lose you somewhere on the shelf
Hey ~ Do you sketch before you line your art? And, can i ask what your sketches looks like? Do you use skeleton\shapes or do you directly draw the poses ? Im really curious about your art process :D
hi! i actually don’t sketch as much as i used to, so i often draw directly! however with more serious pieces (commissions, school projects etc) i sometimes sketch a bit / take notes or I draw different versions to see which one i like the best in the end :) i’ll show you some examples:
^ here’s some icon commissions I did previously :)