fill it :d

anonymous asked:

Hey Jack? Not to be depressing or anything, but do you think you could play some more sad games kinda like Don't Take The Risk or The Static Speaks My Name? They are such good games, and I just like watching those videos because you always make me feel better by the end of them. Sorry if you're not comfortable with doing the request.

If some catch my eye or I come across them randomly I will play them. I don’t want to actively seek out games like that just to fill a gap. I’d rather let it happen naturally :)

Bts reaction to their s/o dancing one of their choreography

Requested by anon


He’d be surprised how well you can dance save me but shortly after join you and the rest of the day would be fill with laughter, he’d probably stop while you weren’t looking just to eat

Originally posted by jjilljj


When you told him you had to show him something it couldn’t leave his mind what it was that you had to show him, was it something bad? Clearly not when he saw you dancing to bst, be nothing more than proud of you and asking you to dance it again

Originally posted by arkysal


Jumping up and down like a mad man when you finished dancing not today choreography, he’d take out his phone and record you while cheering

Originally posted by jminies


Amused. Amused on how you manage to learn the go go choreography in just days, just like jhope he’d be fangirling like crazy

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin


Smiling the entire time knowing the DNA choreography was hard but yet somehow you learned it quickly, impressed he’d take a picture and send it to the guys saying ‘I found the 8th member of bts’

Originally posted by yahjiminie


Definitely the first thing he do is join you and starting singing along to fire, you’d be dancing and jamming all night

Originally posted by holdmettightbts


Shook and impressed, he’d be impressed how you mixed with silver spoon/baespae or how you’d did every move correctly, he’d probably sit back and stare at you fondly

Originally posted by forgetmenotsoftheangels

so did niall change out of his stage shirt into his bruce springsteen t-shirt BEFORE louis got backstage or did he wait until louis was there and then just casually got changed in front of him like old times, like they were still a bunch of lads living out of suitcases for months at a time, like personal space was still more of a theoretical concept than a law?? did louis think about how much time had passed and how much they had each aged in such a short amount of time, how niall’s hair had darkened and his body had filled out, how he’d changed from a kid to a man, how his voice grew to fit the room and command the attention of everyone in it, how his songwriting evolved so naturally and artfully? did it feel like it might even be too big a gap to bridge? until he actually was bridging it, arms around niall, saying “well done, lad, sounded sick” right into his ear, and if they both ended up a little wet afterwards, would anyone ever be able to tell if it was niall’s sweat or louis’ tears dappled across their collars???

Pokemon type combinations I really want to see on new stuff:

  • Bug/Ice - yes it is 4x weak to Stealth Rock, but so is Volcarona and look how it’s doing.  It can absolutely work, and I just really have this idea of some butterfly creature with wings of ice and it would look so good.
  • Bug/Psychic - out of all the fake alola variants, Alolan Butterfree is the one I hoped was real the most.  Bug/Psychic would be awesome, and it really fills in a niche I’d like on mono-psychic that I don’t want to fill with Fighting types.
  • Ice/Fairy - okay, alolan Nintales?  Super cool.  Glad it exists.  I still want an Ice/Fairy thing that is entirely separate from it.  Just a different focus, a different plan.
  • Ice/Electric - again, Rotom-Frost is a thing.  I’d just rather get something that operates differently.
  • Grass/Fire - as much as everything else on the list is important, if they make me a Grass/Fire, I will be fine not getting the others.  I would almost be okay with it being an alolan variant.  I just…really need a Grass/Fire type.

“Maybe I failed this time, but… I’m not giving up. I’ll show them I’ve got what it takes to make the hero course, and I’ll become a greater hero than all of you!
| ★ Shinsou Hitoshi ★ | Happy Birthday to my lovely Aseel bby! @genosus (ノ≧∀≦)ノ♪♬


So anyway here’s a doodle comic I started but just… can’t… finish…

I probably have like a year before this variation of Pink and White Diamond are shot to bits so lemme have some fun.


Dorky Setter | ✧ Kageyama Tobio | ( ๑‾̀◡‾́) ♪ ♥
Happy Birthday to my sweet cupcake Seda!! ( @rinsuokah​ ) ♥ヾ(๑❛ ▿ ◠๑ )


hello I would like to talk about the ahoge trio please

anonymous asked:

Iwaoi C4 for the drawing couples meme?^^

“Iwa-chan, we match today! Kissy!~

“Not in public, stupid….!”

I am 1000% down with shy flustered Iwa-chan 

I saw this outfit on Oikawa this morning and I really liked it. I actually want to draw it again some other time~ This also wasn’t an excuse to draw Iwa-chan’s biceps.

anonymous asked:

Do you know theres a cat cafe membership card that belongs to aizawa, that is also offical merch? Like theres a legit card u can get with his handwritten name on it and you can see how many times he went to the cat cafe. He almost filled up the card :D But i think its an event only merch so they dont have it anymore. But it was amazing

Ohhh my goodness, really? I wish I could see it, haha. Ty for letting me know this exists!! 🙏

anonymous asked:

22. Muffled, from the other side of the door - Stony please and not too angsty hehe. THANKS!

Okay, this is super late nonnie, but thank you so much for the prompt <3 This is my first time writing for Steve/Tony, hope you like it and it’s not too angsty for you!

This is also for @captainstarkreportingforduty​ as a late birthday present, thank you for being awesome and for being the most amazing friend :DD


“You’re gonna have to talk to him sooner or later, you know?”

Steve acknowledged Natasha’s entrance with a nod before looking down at his sketchbook. He always liked to draw whenever he was upset and today was no exception, except this time the subject of this particular sketch was also the reason for his bad mood, and that didn’t help at all.

“He’s just gonna take what I say the wrong way and we’ll end up fighting again.” Nat approached the couch, nudging Steve aside to make space for herself.

“Well, considering you accused him of a reckless adrenaline junkie, I’m not sure how else you wanted him to take that. Rhodey says he’s been in the workshop for two days.”

Steve sighed and buried his face in his hands, fighting back the urge to march down to Tony’s workshop and check on him. Two days wasn’t even close to the longest amount of time he’d spent absorbed in a project, but he usually had Steve or Rhodey to remind him that food was something he needed every few hours or so to function properly, and he always asked JARVIS to lock them out whenever he was in a mood.

“I know! I just- you know I didn’t mean it like that, Nat.” she smiled, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Of course you didn’t Steve, but Tony can’t see that. When you yell at him for being stupid and reckless enough to take a shot for you, it’s because of you love him, and you can’t stand to see him hurt, especially for you.”

Steve blushed, opening his mouth to issue an immediate denial, when Nat laughed, shooting a knowing look in his direction. “Don’t even bother Rogers, every single person on this team knows you think the sun sets and rises on Tony’s shoulders. In fact, I’m pretty sure you spend most of your time doodling “Steve loves Tony” in your sketchbook when you’re not drawing him in the workshop for the millionth time.” She paused. “Well, I’m not sure Tony knows. Although how that’s possible I have absolutely no clue, considering you moon after him even more than he does for you, and the boy’s got it bad.”

“He doesn’t-I-” Steve shook his head, placing his sketchbook down on the table. “I fucked up Nat. He’s cares so much about everyone on this team and he tries so hard to help people because he still can’t see how much of a godamn hero he is, and then I go off and accuse him of risking people’s lives for his own enjoyment. I just - I can’t stand it whenever he throws himself in harm’s way for me, not when the serum can take it.” He swallowed. “Not when he’s the person I love the most in the entire world.”

“Wow. You finally said it. Steve Rogers everyone, finally back from his swim in the Nile.” He laughed, leaning backwards against the couch. “I knew, I just didn’t want to say it, because that would make it real. And if it’s real that means I have to tell him. I need him, Nat. I love him, but more than that I need him. I couldn’t live with wrecking our friendship over this.”

Natasha met his eyes with a considering look. “And how is this any better? Blowing up at him because you’re too afraid to tell him how you feel, pushing him away when you feel too much at the thought that he might get hurt? We’re Avengers, Steve, we stare death in the face on a pretty regular basis, and if you really love Tony, that’s something you’re going to have to accept. He wouldn’t be the man you love if he didn’t risk his life every day to save others, to save you. Don’t make your love a weakness, make a strength. Tell him.”

Steve let out a breath. “Well what the hell am I supposed to say, Nat?” “Tony, I’m so sorry I yelled at you for being reckless, the truth is the thought of you getting hurt in my place tears me up inside because I’m stupidly head over heels in love with you and have been for months?” He heard a loud clatter and looked up, only to find Tony staring at him, mouth open in astonishment, his porcelain coffee mug shattered in pieces across the floor.

“Steve-” Tony started to speak, but Steve was up in an instant, fleeing from the room in a dead run, his breath coming in short panicked breaths as his world compressed down to an overwhelming feeling of sick dread. Tony knew. It was all out in the open now – no more pretending that the sight of Tony half-asleep and incoherent in the mornings didn’t send his heart aflutter, no more biting down a flood of jealousy at the sight of Tony charming investors at a charity gala… Tony knew and it was all over now.

He turned the corner, finally reaching his room before slamming the door shut behind him. He sank to the floor, face in his hands. He always knew Tony never feel the same way about him, but the look of utter shock on his face when he heard Steve’s words was almost too much to bear, as if Tony had never even considered Steve as a romantic possibility.

Suddenly behind him he heard a frantic knock on the door. “Steve? Steve- it’s me.” It was Tony, his voice desperate. At the sound of his voice, Steve looked up. Oh god, just when he thought things couldn’t get worse, now here was Tony was chasing after him, either to offer him comfort before having the “I just want to be friends talk”, or worse, to break off their friendship entirely. Steve cleared his throat, hoping against hope that his voice would remain steady. “Tony, I’m fine, I just – I just need to be alone for while. It’s fine.” It was absolutely, extremely not fine, but it’s not like Steve could open his eyes and suddenly wake up in an alternate universe where instead of being horrified at Steve’s confession, Tony returned his feelings so he didn’t really have any other options.

“No wait Steve you don’t understand! I-“ Steve sighed loudly. Why couldn’t Tony just make things easier for him? Confessing his feelings and being accidentally overhead was bad enough, now he had to put on a brave face about it. He stood up, his hand on the doorknob, when he heard Tony’s voice from the other side of the door “Steve, I’m- I’m in love with you too. I’m sorry I reacted badly, I just didn’t expect it, and I was thought you were still-“

His words were cut off by a loud bang as Steve threw the door open, and there was Tony standing in front of him, tired and like he did after he had spent days on a project in the workshop, but his eyes were bright, there was a small nervous smile on his face. He was the most beautiful thing Steve had ever seen.

“You love me?” his voice came out wobbly and disbelieving, but he couldn’t bring himself to care when Tony grinned and nodded, moving closer into his space. “Yeah, I do.” He looked down before hesitantly tangling their fingers together, sending a curl of warmth through Steve’s stomach. And what you said about the thought of me being hurt because of you tearing you up inside? That’s how I feel whenever you get hurt, so I’m not gonna apologize for taking a hit for you when I can.”

Steve smiled, putting his arms around Tony and pulling him impossibly close. “And why is that?”

Tony laughed, beaming up at him. “Because I love you, jerk.”

BTS REACTION to Breaking Bed During Rough Sex

Smut week: day 1


He was going at a rougher pace than usual, fucking you absolutely senseless as you screamed out his name and begged him for more. His thrusts grew sharper, his breathing uneven as he moaned with you. And then, all of a sudden you hear a crack coming below you both. You squeal as the bed breaks, and Jin lands on top of you with a scream.

“Ah! That’s what you get for begging me to go harder, Y/N!”

Originally posted by eatjin


He had one of your legs over his shoulder, going at his normal rough pace. He grunted in your ear, loving the way you were clenching around him. He picked up pace, making you scream his name. One hand was holding himself up on your headboard, while the other was rubbing your clit. You were close, when all of a sudden the bed falls. You moaned, him still inside of you. The pressure made him grunt as it buried himself deep inside you.

 "Fuck,“ he pauses, catching his breath, "Couch. Now.”

Originally posted by wonhobe


 He lost control over you that night, making sure you knew who you belonged to. You were his, and he wanted everyone in the whole neighborhood to know that. So, he was pounding into your tight pussy, saying how wet and good it felt around him. You heard a spring in your bed, and you tried to smack him away from you, but just as your orgasm rippled through you, the bed broke. You screamed, your orgasm intensifying.

 "That’s it, baby. Let everyone know who you belong to.“ He wasn’t really phased by the bed breaking, considering he was the god of destruction already. 

Originally posted by 901jjk


 He had you in cowgirl position, thrusting up into you as you moaned his name countless amounts of times. His hands on your hips, surely leaving bruises. His fingers made its way towards your clit, rubbing it furiously, making you jolt your hips towards him. This caused you to accidentally break the bed, hearing his grunt as you squealed.

 "Shit,” he chuckled, “You need to slow down, babygirl. Don’t worry, I’ll buy you a new bed. Get on the floor and finish." 

Originally posted by jjang-pandaa


 He was about to cum. You could feel his dick twitch inside you as you rode him, your arms resting on his shoulders. You had him tied to the bed frame, blindfolded, as you picked up your pace and he moaned loudly. He was so close. And just as he came inside of you, the bed broke from your last thrust. He moaned, his cum filling you up.

 "D-did the bed just break?” He asked, softly laughing, but his laughter soon died down as you rode him once again, overstimulating him.

Originally posted by teenagehopless


 This man had both of your legs over his shoulders, fucking you at such a fast pace that you just couldn’t keep up anymore. You were a moaning mess for him, arching your back. He groaned in your ear, his deep voice raspy and rough. You shouted his name, chanting him on. Your walls clenched, making him lose control all over again. But just as he did that, the bed collapsed. You were quick to cling yourself around him. But he continued to thrust into you, not phased one bit.

 "Fuck the bed, we needed a new one anyways.“ "Cum for me, princess. Scream my name." 

Originally posted by tonight-we-are-fantastic-baby


 He was fucking you from behind, pulling roughly on your hair. You moaned, feeling as his dick rammed into you perfectly. You felt so tight around him, so wet. And he lost all of his common sense the second he entered you. He was fucking you relentlessly, making you scream his name. It was music to his ears. Everything was good, so good. Until he snapped his hips harder and the bed broke, causing you to lose your balance and have just your ass sticking up for him.

 "Oh, fuck. Stay like that. Such a good girl.. Shit.” He was more focused on you than anything else, making him forget about the bed as he placed you both on the floor.

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid


“You rise with the moon, I rise with the sun.” (Star Wars TFA/Avatar AU)

Happy birthday to my beloved @matereya!! ♥ ♥ I’m sorry for the lateness of this gift, but I hope you enjoy Zuko and Katara as lightsaber-wielding badasses in the final TFA duel (BECAUSE OF REASONS OK ;D)

Also a tribute/thank you for always inspiring me with your beautiful SW and ATLA art, and for being such an epic friend in the trash compactor across these two fandoms!! _(:з」∠)_


Q: Then what is your goal as a human Min Yoongi?

YG: To be a good man. But how can one be good to everyone? That would be too much of a greed. At least I want to be an honest man who does not lie. I want to live the way just like my lyrics. So that I can be proud of my lyrics no matter how much time flies. [trans.]

anonymous asked:

Angst prompt! Hanahaki disease, any couple :D

Urban Dictionary: a fictional (emphasis on fictional) disease, often used in fanfictions, where the victim regurgitates and coughs up flower petals when they suffer from unrequited love.

It had started like a normal cough. A tickle in his chest, a scratch in his throat, both easily relieved with some hot, bitter alien tea Coran had given him.
But after a few weeks had passed and the symptoms only got worse Lance began to suspect something wasn’t quite right. He found himself running out of breath a little faster each day, his stamina during training dropping significantly until simply changing his clothes was enough to have him winded, any strain beyond walking down a hallway throwing him into violent coughing fits.
He spent several nights in a healing pod without any results beyond a relief to his sore muscles and not even the numerous scans Coran conducted managed to reveal what was wrong with him.

Until one morning, just after taking a ridiculously exhausting shower, Lance figured out exactly what was wrong with him. The humidity paired with the questionable strain of drying himself had sent him into another coughing fit, doubling over and heaving until, finally, he spit out a handful of deep red, crinkled flower petals into his palm.
He stared at them, mind blank and shocked to his core, until Shiro had entered the communal showers and he quickly hid the petals in his chest before feeling the room without a single word, panic creeping into every fibre of his being.

It was impossible. He was in a relationship. A very stable, fulfilling relationship. Hanahaki didn’t happen to people like him. People who had soft, loving, supportive partners, people who were happy.
But then it happened again. And again. He just kept coughing up these flower petals, sometimes tiny, sometimes larger, in deep shades of red and purple and light pastel pinks. It happened more and more often, so often that it became hard to hide from everyone else. Every cough during a meal or training session making panic flare up in his stomach when he had to crush the petals in his fist, hoping no one would notice the colourful stains in his palms.

He could feel Pidge giving him strange looks and Shiro becoming more and more worried each day as Coran ran every diagnostic possible with the ships incredibly advanced system to no avail.
But of course it was Hunk who caught him in the end, having dropped to his knees in the middle of his room in another violent coughing fit, clutching handfuls of bright pink petals to his chest, strain and desperation forcing tears to well up in his eyes as he looked up at his boyfriend.

“Is that … what I think it is?”, Hunk started carefully and Lance could already feel his big, soft heart starting to shatter, a painful squeeze answering in his own chest.
“Yes…”, he wheezed, voice hoarse and raspy. “No … I … I don’t know?” Hunk fell to his knees in front of him and Lance could barely swallow a helpless sob as that warm, deep gaze found his, large hands reaching out to wrap around his cold, sweaty ones to carefully pry his fingers open.
“I don’t know what’s wrong…!”, he insisted, a shiver running through his whole body as Hunks thumbs traced patterns into his palms, crinkling the delicate petals and making some of them drift to the floor. His eyes started to burn, tears welling up more and more until they spilled over, dripping down his cheeks.

“I love you!” This time it was a sob. “I swear to god I love you!”
“I love you too”, Hunk said, honest and warm but he sounded so small and Lance wanted to scream. “So it can’t be because of me.” Lance shook his head, eyes squeezed shut and forcing more tears to spill.
“It’s not! It’s not because of … but I don’t…” A hiccup interrupted his words and made him cough up another handful of tiny petals, silently falling into his lap.
Hunk reached up and cupped one of his wet cheeks with his wide, warm palm. Lance nuzzled into it without even thinking.

“Is it Allura?”, Hunk asked and Lance grit his teeth against another cough, sniffing. “Shiro? Ah, maybe it’s Keith…”
“It doesn’t matter!”, Lance wheezed before coughing again because he didn’t know, he didn’t even know. Why was this happening to him? “I can’t force anyone to love me!”

Strong, steady arms wrapped around his quivering body as Hunk pulled him into a tight hug, hooking his chin over Lance’s shoulder and muttering, in a soothing voice:
“It’s okay, we’ll find a cure. There has to be one, right? I bet Alteans can cure anything. You’ll be fine, you hear me? You’ll be fine, Lance…”
It sounded like he was trying to convince himself as much as his boyfriend.
Lance squeezed his eyes shut, let his tears soak into Hunk’s shirt and allowed himself to be lulled in by the soothing sound of Hunk’s voice, giving in to the illusion that there was a chance this wouldn’t end horribly for both of them. And for a few, blissful moments, he even managed to ignore the insistent scratch in the back of his throat.

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