dreads holding in

DANCE MAJORS AU. (Part 1, Part 1.5, Part 2, Part 2.5, Part 3 finale) 
Contemporary Ballet Dancer Shiro is someone everyone admires and basically Everyone’s Crush™ but he already have his eyes set on a certain new hip-hop dancer recruit next door who’s always wearing red. He doesn’t have the guts to ask him out–at all. However, he asks if he could teach him hip-hop dancing. 

Redbubble Shop

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n: i’m not a fan of the hug.
c: then you haven’t been hugged properly. a hug is like an emotional heimlich: they put their arms around you and give you a squeeze and all your fear and anxiety goes shooting out of your mouth like a big, wet wad and you can breathe again.

Pangara Lavellan and Solas by @hansaera-art and @kawereen​, commission.

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH. I requested a moment from my short piece the future from a winter moon and the result is this absolutely stunning work - look at this gorgeous embrace, this tender holding. “It is a card of change.”

You Look Cute In My Shirt

Summary/Prompt: “I may have slept in your shirt while you were gone.”
Word Count: 1730 words
Warnings: slight smut (but yeah not really), 
Pairings: Tyler Seguin x Reader

Authors Note: So the other one I posted yesterday was  huge hit and so I though why not post another one. I have a part 2 for this already written so if I get enough feedback on this one, I’ll post the second part.

Originally posted by clarkethesharkmacarthur

The house on nights like tonight were extremely boring and lonely. A cold breeze shot past me, sending shivers down my spine. Lately the house had been extremely cold and it obviously didn’t help that I walked around it in just a t-shirt and underwear. That is unless I had been accompanied by Tyler , then I would be forced to put on more layers. And I’m not saying I liked that.

As of right now, Tyler and the team where a 5 hour plane ride away from Dallas, currently finishing up a road trip. Tyler had crept into my room sometime last week during the earlier hours and had let me know that him and the team were leaving for the week, and that they would be back no later than lunch on Thursday, which was tomorrow.

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a lot of people don’t realize that I double majored in biomedical engineering and history at Duke… but it’s even more ridiculous when people see my Duke Engineering sticker on my laptop, come up to me and ask “oh wow who did engineering at Duke?” like it’s impossible that this “creative looking” black guy with dread locs WHO IS HOLDING THE COMPUTER could have been the one.

I can’t!!!!

Popcorn Ceilings

Happy really, really, really, REEEEEALLY late Birthday Alisha! @rivendell101

This was inspired by you and B’s Natsu and Gray brotpcop! AU with private investigatorLucy! …as well as that one fic of yours where drunk Lucy crashed in Natsu’s bathtub! 

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His wet boot soles screeched on the polished tile, his shoulders tensing at the cacophonous noise. In his grip, the gun shifted, aim dropping lower by inches. “Oops-”

“Quiet, flamebrain.”  His partner, Gray Fullbuster hissed at his side, his own pistol still held up and ready. He had his jet black hair greased back, looking more like a misplaced business man than a cop but at least he had a sharp eye and a quick draw. Especially helpful when the power to the building was off, save for a few flickering emergency lights on a generator.

They were both going blind into the hornet’s nest so to speak.

“I was quiet!” Natsu hissed back, readjusting his pistol as if his lack of attention never happened.

Gray’s lips quirked, but Natsu knew it wasn’t from amusement. “I was talking about your yapper. Every time you open your mouth, you’re loud…and stinky.” he added as an afterthought, “Do you ever brush?”

What a dick.

“Do you ever hear the stupidity that comes out of your pea brain?” Natsu retorted in a whisper, pausing at a corner to cock his gun up. Gray followed suit on the other corner, the two of them mirroring the other in image and breathing. The first time they were truly silent and one unit.

3…

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1…

They moved as one, twisting to point their weapons down the hall in opposite directions. Their eyes scanned and pinpointed all possible threats, index fingers poised to fire.

“Clear.” they both muttered, relaxing.

Back up just entered the opposite side. If our guys are still dumb enough to be here after we pulled the power, we’ll catch ‘em.’ A voice buzzed from their earpieces, stern and hardened from working the beat.

“10-4 Captain.” Gray murmured into the little radio on his shoulder, unable to hear any reply since it was muted. “We got the first floor almost clear. Proceed to the second.”

“Ass-kisser.” Natsu teased with an emotionless face, although the humor in his tone was hardly hidden.

“Shut it. We got this already bagged. They can take the rest.” Gray snapped, already moving down the right hall, careful not to let his boots squelch on the floor. Down the left hall, a single window offered a glance outside. Rain was still pouring down, keeping the outside light away.

Every so often, thunder rolled, shaking the very walls of the building. It shook Natsu down to the bones too, stirring up the thrill with every quiver.

“Steady. Two more rooms and we can stake at the stairwell.”

Gray huffed, adjusting his grip on the weapon. “Shouldn’t I tell you that? You are practically bouncing.”

Of course, he was also thriving with energy, his heel twitching. Not even his partner missed it. They were both ready for action, wherever it may happen.

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home - us!sans x reader

So for fanfic Friday, how about us sans with an s/o in a band who just came back home from tour

pairing: sans x reader

summary: touring the world is fun, but when you see the small, blue scarf tied around your wrist…you finally feel like you’ve seen enough. it’s time to go home.

notes: oh my gosh i love writing the blueberry. he is. so pure. i love him.here u go sweet anon i give you fluffs.

You originally planned to tour throughout the winter and late into spring. 6 months of nonstop travel, to Europe and Asia, When you found out, you were extremely excited. You could take Sans with you, and show him everything he hasn’t seen with his own eyes yet! The thought of the childlike skeleton, of his joy as he’d see the world…You wanted to give him so much more, and this will do for now.

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Shore Leave: Beyond

Summary: Jim x Reader x Leonard:  It all started when the crew of the Enterprise took some much needed shore leave on Yorktown. On the first night, you decide to go out with Scotty, Jim and Bones to the local bar. It’s when Scotty calls it quits for the night that things took a turn for the..best? If “best” meant being in between the most handsome men on the U.S.S Enterprise. Nothing like a good ole romp in the sack with the Captain & Doctor, at least for one night. One night, right? Or will this be the best shore leave you ever had?

A/N: This is it guys. I don’t even know what to say, it’s been amazing and fun. Can’t believe this started as a simple imagine and just went from there. Thank you for sticking with me and I’m sad to see this one go. I hope you are all happy with the ending! Love you.

Shore Leave Masterlist

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anonymous asked:

in highschool there was this boy who got dreads and hes white and also stupid bc he washed his hair like the day after and he had fucked up hair for like a week until he cut it it was funny

Honestly white people’s hair is too smooth to hold dreads, they just end up getting frayed and fuzzy and it makes them look dirty and unkempt.

Pet Names

Derek is ignoring Stiles’ texts.  Well, technically he’s reading them-he’s just not responding to them.  Even though he’s upset, Derek still can’t quite resist seeing what Stiles has to say.

His phone beeps again for the fifth time in the past minute.  “What’s wrong,” the text says.

“Tell me,” the next message reads, less than 3 seconds later.

Then, “I can’t fix it if you don’t tell me.”

Derek continues to not respond, and his phone finally goes quiet for a few blessed minutes (for the first time in an hour). He puts it on the coffee table as he sinks back against the couch and closes his eyes, trying to shut out the sadness that’s been creeping in since earlier that day.

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I’ll be coloring this tomorrow. (Need to sleep. So here’s the WIP for now.)

It’s the egg (with hair) and toaster (that’s human) …. with what i would think would be their keyblades along with their outfits in this AU (because I am a sadist to myself and this is perhaps the MOST amount of detail I’ve done in a long time. This… is also inspired by that app I’ve been playing. (Wonderful, right?)

APPARENTLY I THINK OF MORE AUS THAN CANON WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME *internal screaming of irritation*

(For those of you also wondering what the eff is happening in here, let’s just say Genos is trying to hold Saitama’s hand and it’s getting more awkward than it needs to be since he’s trying to show he cares for the egg his way)

mondimple  asked:

Hi!! OMG I love your scenario really 😍 Also the messages of BTS member with their girlfriend~ Can i request please a Namjoon scenario with his girlfriend, and they go to supermarket. super fluff and maybe a slight smut 😏 haha if you want to change it's okay 😊 I love your blog!! 💖

Originally posted by jeonggu

Thank you!! You are so cute~~ Here’s your fluffy Namjoon sweetie. This is really short and bad and I’m sorry.

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You sat down in Namjoon’s lap, holding the dreaded shopping list in your hand. Namjoon sighed loudly, snatching the list out of your hand.

“It’s so long…Why is it so long for only two people?” His voice was a pitch higher than it normally was, making you laugh.

“It’s not that bad. Come on, I’ll buy you cookies.”

“Done, let’s go.” He shoved the list back, helping you stand up so he could as well. With a forced smile, he pushed you out the door and you both got into the car together. On the ride there, all Namjoon did was complain about hating shopping.

The only reason he really went with you was so he could push around the cart and carry in the groceries when you got home. You’d lived together for about 9 months now, but you’d been dating for 3 years. He was so busy with touring lately that he’d only been home for about 2 weeks, now.

You got to the grocery store alive, to say the least. Namjoon stopped complaining only to heave himself out of the car. You walked hand in hand together inside the supermarket, going unnoticed pretty well. He’d taken extra care to keep himself covered today, and it made you happy when swarms of people weren’t asking for pictures or yelling his name from across the street.

While Namjoon went and got the cart, you began to name off a few things on the list.

“Let’s go to the vegetables first, we are in desperate need of healthy foods…”

But Namjoon was off in another direction, walking down the aisle full of junk. Stomping after him (only because he had the shopping cart), you took a fist full of his shirt.

“Uh, no? Come on, over here.”

“Mm, no! Let’s just go through all the aisles.” He was pouting, and you still dragged him off towards the vegetables. Lazily, Namjoon picked out vegetables that you both enjoyed. He was leaning half of his weight on the cart. Every time he dropped something in, he’d heave a sigh.

Finally after awhile, you guys were actually getting somewhere. The cart was half full with everything you needed and you felt happy you’d be able to leave soon.

“Your butt looks real nice from back here.” Namjoon murmured a little quieter than usual. The aisle you were currently down was empty besides an old man just turning the corner out of it. He was looking away, though.

Namjoon’s hand lightly squeezed your behind. Shocked, you turned towards him. Your hand slapped his harshly, and he began to pout.

“We’re in a public place…” You snapped, but he just put his hand back where it was.

“Let’s hurry and go, then.” He whined, stomping his feet like a 2 year old. You did hurry up, though. It was no longer fun shopping with a horny boyfriend touching a part of your body every 25 seconds.

You got home and unpacked the groceries, ignoring the looks Namjoon was giving you the whole time. He’d make little gestures, such as jerking his head towards your bedroom door or raising his eyebrows every time you looked back at him.

“What do you want for dinner?”

“You. Let me eat you.” He pushed you against the counter, immediately attacking your neck with his lips.

“Sex monster…” You teased, guiding his hands up your shirt. His hot breath tickled your neck as he kissed long, sweet kisses. They were getting hungrier and hungrier as you let him kiss you longer.

“Me, a sex monster? What about you?” He murmured, letting his hands glide over top of your breasts.

“Let’s not get to that, okay?”

“Mm, okay.” He sighed, pulling away from you. Even though Namjoon had pulled away from you, he still pressed his lips against yours. They were soft, and no longer felt hungry against yours. Even when he wanted it, he would still respect what you wanted.

Lost My Brother - Reader!StilesTwin

Prompt:Requested: Stiles x reader where the reader is his twin and dies in his arms? Pairing: Reader x Stiles ;Warning: death


You and Stiles were running towards the school entrance when you heard lydias scream. Stiles, him being in love with her ran like hell. You two were supposed to keep watch outside while Scott, Lydia and Malia looked for the dread doctors. Since you two were humans you couldn’t do much but you still tried.

Stiles entered the class room before you. You entered to see Lydia surrounded by 4 dread doctors. Scott was holding Malia back from attacking since they were out numbered. You had to hold stiles back as well knowing he was gonna try to rescue the love of his life. Lydia stood there as the doctors circled her. After a dreadful silence, one of them pulled out a long metal needle. Stiles struggled on your arms, Malia growled and Scott’s eyes turned red.

Another doctor staggered towards Lydia and grabbed her arm. But Lydia wasn’t doing down without a fight. She let out one of her screams shoving the dread doctor to the black board. You watched as he laid still. Finally Scott sprung to Lydia but one of the doctors punched him back. Malia followed suite and this time she was able to reach Lydia who was cornered. You and stiles helped Scott up. He looked at stiles and nodded at him. They had some codes, some plans they spoke to each other once in a while. But you knew it was going to work, it always works.

Malia was struggling to fight all 3 dread doctors but Scott came to her rescue and pushed one of the dead doctors that was on top of her. This time there was an opening to Lydia and stiles saw it. He ran to her and grabbed her but as he turned his back was vulnerable. One of the dread doctors saw that and lunges for him. It was in slow motion for you. It was as if nothing mattered but your brother and the doctor. You yelled for him but it was too late the dread doctor grabbed him and threw him against the wall. You heard Lydia and Scott scream at the same time. Malia was just staring. The doctors starting walking out in a line all of a sudden. But you didn’t care all you saw was Stile’s eyes looking at. You ran to him with tears in your eyes and held him in your arms. He was trying to say something but you couldn’t hear him.

SCOTT!”You yelled, “Take his pain, Scott! TAKEHISPAIN!”Scott ran to you and held your brother’s arm. You waited for his veins to appear but nothing was happening. Scott tried again in panic. “Why isn’t it working?”Malia demanded. You were thinking the same thing. You looked at your brother and he touched your arm. He was trying to pull you to him. You tilted your head down to him and laid his head on your legs as you sat down on the cold floor. He gave you a weak smile. “I thought doctors were suppose to heal ya?”He joked. Only stiles could joke at a time like this.

“We'regonnahealyou”you said in a rush. “Yo-you cant. I’m almost-”he couldn’t catch his breath but you knew what he was going to say. “Nonono, you will be okay stiles! Shit you’ll okay, okay?!”He gave you the smile you both shared and got from mom. He looked better smiling. He looked better doing everything even though you were twins. Growing up, he was the cute one but right now you could care less. “I-i lo-love you g-guys.” Your eye grew wide as blood started spewing out of his mouth. He was chocking on his own blood.

You heard Lydia’s small whimpers. You saw the tears streaming down Scott’s face. And saw Malia’s anger. But All you could do was sob as your brother’s blank eyes stared at you. You felt pain you never felt before. He was your other half, the person you shared everything with, including your face. Lydia came forward to touch Stiles but you panicked. “DONT TOUCH HIM!” Everyone looked at you as if you lost your mind, no, you just lost your brother.

Originally posted by el-chico-depresivo-y-suicida