fly away now

BUT FOR TWO SECONDS

Imagine Pidge on her period.

Pidge tries to hide it, of course. After all, she’s on a spaceship for of mostly dudes and she’s not sure if Allura gets an Altean equivalent, so she just tries to deal with it alone.

And for the most part she manages just fine. After all, spare socks serve well enough, as do the stolen gauze pads from first aid kits. And Altean toilet paper is, for some reason, way stronger than any brand on Earth.

So in that respect, she’s fine.

It’s hiding it from the guys that’s a problem. But they can sense that something’s off with Pidge, even though she won’t say. And she’s hiding it because she knows how they’d react.

First of all, there’s Coran. Who would ask her a lot of questions about this human biological phenomenon. And normally, Pidge would be understanding and wouldn’t mind answering. Just not when she’s in pain and suffering.

Keith would kind of avoid her. I mean, he’s never really been around people in general, never mind girls. And Shiro, though he would try to be supportive and understanding, grew up with a bunch of brothers. So no. Our beloved Spacedad wouldn’t really get it.

But to the shock of everyone, it’s not sweet, always-looking-out-for Pidge Hunk that figured it out first.

It’s Lance.

It took Lance about 20 seconds to figure out Pidge was on her period. And even though he never told the others what was wrong with Pidge, they grew even more suspicious when Lance starts doing weird things for Pidge.

Lance tells Hunk to make something as close to chocolate ice cream as he can. He describes a hot water bottle to Coran to see if there’s an Altean equivalent. He lends Pidge his headphones and music player and asks Allura about extra pillows and blankets. He even convinces Shiro to let Pidge sit in her room with her laptop when moving became too painful for her.

Now, the others eventually figure out what’s going on. I mean, they’re not stupid. But only Keith has the nerve to ask Lance how knew what to do.

Lance simply shrugs. “When you have four sisters, you learn things.”

(Sorry. I just love the idea of Lance knowing how to handle girl problems.)

“The paint’s supposed to go where?”

Sherlock has his head hung in shame. “On the wall.” He mumbles.

“Sorry, didn’t quite catch that.” John folds his arms. 

“On the wall.” Sherlock says louder, then cuts his eyes to the ginger haired puppy who is sitting and panting happily as if nothing is wrong. He gives the pup an accusing glare. “In my defense, it was all going well before-”

“The paint was supposed to go on the wall, and now it’s all over the both of you.” John too cuts his eyes to the pup, whose ginger coat is mottled with white paint. “I have to give both of you baths now, I suppose.” John sighs, then notices Sherlock’s smirk. “A clinical bath, you clot.”

Sherlock stops smirking and puts down the paint roller in the pan. “As if you’ll be able to resist me once I’m undressed.” He begins undoing the buttons on his shirt as he leaves the room. “I’ll give you five minutes before you-”

“Don’t forget you’re in trouble!” John warns. 

“Hm, even more a reason to indulge.”

John watches Sherlock leave, then picks up the pup, holding it out far in front of him to avoid getting paint on himself as well. “Never a dull day, is there?” The puppy licks John’s wrist. “I’m glad you agree.”

Something About a Feeling

This is it. My blood, sweat, and tears. It’s been a long time coming with this one, so I want to thank @trulymadlysydney and @outofworkactress for giving me the words I need to hear so I can finally release this into the world. I feel like a mother on their child’s first day of school. It’s a bittersweet feeling. 

In the words of @permanentcross, this is my favorite sandbox to mess with, and the more I try to explain it, the worse it turns out, but simply stated, Harry is infatuated with a girl who would never want him.

I’ve edited this a thousand times, and it’s still not perfect, but if I don’t let this little bird fly away now, it never will. So, please be kind. I’m trying my hardest. x

The first time he sees you, a mere glance from across the room, he has to remind himself he has a girlfriend. A lovely woman, she was, like most of the female counterparts he took in his life, but like most woman he chose to spend his time with, they all had one thing in common. Temporary. He knew he was growing closer to the end with this one; Hannah, a friend of a friend who was easy on the eyes, laughed at his sore attempts at jokes, and quite simply, knew she herself was as temporary as a toothbrush. They’d keep each other company for the time being and a couple of months down the road, they’d part ways, and the rest would be history. Simple as that.

But the first time he sees you, cuddled a little too close to his best mate, peering down at his phone as a small giggle escaped your parted lips, he stops dead in his tracks and backtracks. You were a catch.

Niall had his arm swung behind you, resting carelessly along the wooden seats, and Harry almost digs at himself as he resorts back to their conversation the night before wondering if he had missed the part in text where Niall stated he’d be bringing a female guest of interest. He doesn’t remember anything of the sort, but it doesn’t go unnoticed when he hands his beer out to you, and you instantly wince when the dark lager meets your lips.

Looks like he was playing third wheel tonight.

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Grammys: Josh Dun imagine

Y/N: Sorry this one’s kinda short, I just did a little drabble (but it’s longer than a series chapter) let me know if you want a part two maybe and I’ll whip something up ok love you guys!!! And btw some of these requests I’ve been getting lately are super amazing I love em I love you xoxo

Anonymous said:
Hi! Can I request a josh dun x reader where they’re at the Grammys and Josh goes with her and he is very happy to show her girlfriend to the world? Please 😁

*female reader

Staring at yourself in the mirror, you examined your dress, your makeup, your hair, everything about you. You had to look perfect. There would be millions of people watching you, eyes fixed on you, giving you the title of the girlfriend belonging to the one and only Joshua William Dun of Twenty One Pilots. And completely honest, you were not ready at all. Josh was handsome and hot and talented and famous and you were, well, you. Your smile faded away as you looked at yourself in the mirror, trying to take a deep breath and search for that lost self-confidence, closing your eyes and beginning to tell yourself you looked just fine when you felt two arms wrap around you, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your neck before resting on your shoulder and whispering in your ear. “You look absolutely gorgeous, y/n,” Josh murmured quietly before placing a quick kiss on your cheek. “Damn I don’t think I’m going to let you leave the house looking like that.”

“Whatever,” you giggled, turning around and looking up at him, both of you sharing a rather passionate kiss. When you pulled away, you stared into your eyes. “Really? I look okay?”

“Okay?” he raised his eyebrows. “You look absolutely stunning.”

“You sure?” you insisted.

“I swear,” he chuckled. “Gosh, I have to give it to Jenna, you do look really amazing in yellow.” It had been Tyler’s idea for the two of you to wear bright yellow dresses to match Josh’s new hair. While you seemed a little skeptical at first, Jenna insisted, saying it complimented your eyes, and even dragged you out to a shop for the day to go searching for the perfect one for you.

“The dress looks like Belle’s from Beauty and the Beast,” you nodded, twirling around in it once, the fabric flowing around your legs and Josh’s smile grew even wider.

“Exactly,” he grinned. “You’re a princess.”

“More like the beast,” you teased.

“Oh shut up,” he rolled his eyes, pulling you into a huge hug. “I’m not lying when I say you look like the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

“You’re too kind,” you smirked. “Now come on. Let’s hurry over there and kick butt! I bet you’re going to win more than one!”

“We’re lucky if we win one,” he laughed. “But I agree, we should head over.”

When you were both driving to the venue, you could feel something was off. Josh kept biting his lower lip, knuckles turning white because he was clenching the steering wheel too hard, or constantly darting his eyes around nervously. “You okay, babe?” you raised an eyebrow, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Huh?” he whipped his head around to look at you when he reached a stop light. “I’m okay.”

“You look nervous as hell,” you softened your eyes.

“I am,” he admitted. “I’m scared to death.”

“Don’t worry,” you soothed. “You look amazing, your music sounds amazing, and you guys are amazing. I know you’ll win.”

“Yeah, but everyone will be staring at me,” he mumbled. “A million eyes all watching me if I go up on that stage. Even if I don’t. I have this bright yellow hair and these gages and-”

“And they’re all tiny reasons that add up to why I love you,” you reminded.

“I feel like I’m going to look like a fool,” Josh whispered. “I mean, I already do in this tuxedo and bowtie.”

“Don’t say that,” you argued. “You look like Prince Charming. Perfect for a princess like me, right?”

“Right,” he smiled. “I just don’t want to mess up.”

“Sometimes I wish I could just punch your anxiety in the face,” you frowned.

“Yeah,” he sighed. “Me too.”

“Look sweetie, you’re going to do absolutely amazing,” you reassured. “And besides, I’ll be right there beside you. Got it?”

“Definitely,” he nodded, turning into a parking spot. “I don’t know what I’d do without you. Gosh, I can’t even believe we got this far.”

“I’m so proud of you guys,” you beamed.

“We’re just two guys from Columbus, Ohio. We were literally just playing in front of handfuls of people in a basement and now we’re selling out Madison Square Garden, being televised nationally, and now we have a chance at winning a Grammy. That’s absolutely insane,” he sighed, parking the car and staring at you. “I don’t even know how it happened.”

“I’m so happy for you,” you kissed him on the lips. “Ready to add another accomplishment to that long list?”

“You bet,” he agreed.

When you arrived, there was already plenty of people there. Luckily, you hadn’t spotted anyone else wearing such a bold shade of yellow, and it made you excited and happy. It wasn’t long before a teenage boy was running up to Josh, huge smile plastered on his face. “Hey, uh, I was wondering if maybe I could get an autograph, please?” he wondered, grinning up at Josh. “I’ve been listening to your music for years. I’m a huge fan.”

“Absolutely,” Josh nodded, receiving the marker and piece of paper he handed him.

“So who’s this lucky lady?” the boy asked.

“Oh, y/n?” Josh laughed, tugging you right at his side and wrapping an arm around your waist. “This is my lovely girlfriend.”

“Sweet,” the boy grinned. “She’s very pretty.”

“Isn’t she?” Josh beamed. “You know, before we came here she was being all flustered acting like she didn’t look good in this dress. Can you believe that?”

“Josh,” you turned red, stifling a chuckle.

“You guys are the perfect couple,” the boy laughed. “Thanks so much for the autograph, Josh.”

“No problem,” he reassured. He ran away happily and you slapped Josh on the arm.

“Why’d you say that?” you joked.

“What? Say that you’re beautiful?” he raised an eyebrow. “Because you are.”

“Flirt,” you smirked. “Come on, let’s go look for Jenna and Tyler.”

“Wait! Joshua Dun!” an interviewer raced up to the two of you, microphone in hand, a camera crew following close behind. “My name is Stacey. I’m a reporter here tonight, I was wondering if you would be open to sharing about the lovely lady you brought with you tonight possibly? She isn’t a familiar face, but she definitely will be remembered after tonight. That’s a lovely dress dear.”

“Thanks,” you blushed.

“This is y/n, she’s my girlfriend,” Josh presented you and thrust out his hands, waving them up and down as if he was selling a product or showing a prize on a gameshow. “She’s the only award I need tonight.”

“How sweet,” Stacey gushed. She shook Josh and your hand and then grinned back at the camera. “Look at these two love birds.”

“Love birds indeed,” he chuckled, giving you a kiss on the cheek. “But I think it’s time for us to fly away now.”

“Oh yes, you two run along. I think Tyler and Jenna are over by the red carpet,” she informed. “Good luck tonight!”

“Thanks so much,” Josh responded, linking his arm with yours and plastering on a smile. “Come on my little chickadee, we’ve got a lot more stuff to do before we win that Grammy.”

“Chickadee?” you giggled. “You’re awfully cheerful now.”

“I’ve got good vibes,” he shrugged. “Oh look! There’s Tyler and Jenna!”

“Where?” your eyes instantly darted around in search of the matching bright yellow, and when you saw her, your face lit up. “Goddammit she looks like a Queen.”

“You look better,” he whispered in your ear with a sly smile as you approached them both. You were about to protest but Josh was already unlinking his arm from yours, engulfing Tyler in a huge hug, and Jenna approached you with a huge grin.

“Oh my goodness gracious, y/n!” Jenna exclaimed. “You look like you just stepped out of a fairy tale, sweetheart.”

“Me?” you laughed. “Look at you!”

“She looks smoking,” you could hear Tyler whisper to Josh. “I could barely breathe when she walked out of the bedroom.”

“I know, same here,” Josh agreed in a low murmur. “She didn’t even notice me staring at her from the doorway. Dude, I was floored.”

“I don’t know but I think we should start doing more of these Grammy things if they’re going to look as hot as this,” Tyler teased.

“Hey!” Jenna snapped, giving him a playful tug on the ear. “You boys should work on your whispering skills. We can hear everything.”

“Then that just means you’ll know how much we think you look so freaking sexy tonight,” Tyler smirked, grabbing her by the hips and pulling her closer. “Right, babe?”

“Sure,” she rolled her eyes, planting her lips on his for a kiss. A couple flashes went off and Josh chuckled.

“Come on guys,” he laughed. “Let’s keep the PDA to a minimum.”

“Shut up,” Tyler narrowed his eyes when he pulled away from the kiss, squeezing Jenna’s hand before letting go. “I bet you guys are going to be all over each other by the time we sit down.”

“It’s the Grammys,” Josh argued. “We have to be well behaved.”

“Well behaved,” Tyler scoffed. “Like that’s something we know how to do.”

“You’re being so silly,” Jenna sighed.

“Just wait until we take our pants off,” Tyler winked. “Then it will get real.”

“What?” you and Jenna both exclaimed at the same time.

“Nothing,” Tyler reassured. “Just a joke.”

“It better be,” Jenna warned.

“Sure…” Josh smirked, leaving both of you curious of what the hell that meant.

  • Kara: What does Maggie like?
  • Alex: Guns.
  • Kara: Anything... else?
  • Alex: Scotch.
  • Kara: Go on.
  • Alex: Tiramsu.
  • Kara: Same, ok, now you're on to something.
  • Alex: Bonsai trees (adorable).
  • Kara: Okay, they might be hard to work into a Valentine but --
  • Alex: And my nerdy poems! And low lights and soft music and candles!
  • Kara: Awww, that's so sweet, Alex --
  • Alex: And me! Me in nothing but a slip and silk robe!
  • Kara: Well you seem to have this all figured out I'm gonna fly away now you two enjoy!
  • Alex: And lap dances!
  • Kara: Superhearing!!!!
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We have officially hit rock bottom.

Enjoy these sketches of some idea some twitter mutuals and I discussed XD Hehehe…

(And to clarify, I love PSG’s art style. The art style and music in the series for me is AAAAAH. Love it.)

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-Slammy and Jamming with Garterbelt - Jam Away Now (Quad City DJs vs Teddyloid)

sleep tight like a baby sheep - a fanfiction

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Yoosung Kim was the fluffiest sheep in all the field. All the other sheep couldn’t tell if they wanted to be him or if they wanted to be with him.

One day just after he’d woken up, Yoosung accidentally angered resident sheep king, Jumin Han, by eating his grass. How was Yoosung to know it wasn’t for him? He was only a sheep, unaware of the concept of property, but Jumin was not taking any excuses.

Suddenly out of the shadows, the local sheep actor, Zen, jumped out and slapped his archenemy Jumin right on the head.

“How dare you upset Yoosung?! He is the best sheep in all the land except for me!” Zen turned around to look at Yoosung as Jumin ran away crying from getting hit. Jaehee cheered in the distance.

“Thank you,” Yoosung said to Zen, “I never knew anything about not being allowed to eat this grass.”

“That’s okay,” Zen nodded, “Jumin is the biggest jerk-sheep in all the field.”

He trotted over to Yoosung and gave him a gentle kiss on the mouth, making Yoosung’s wool even fluffier than usual because of his excitement.

After roughly nine seconds of kissing, a friendly sheep called 707 jumped out of his bush, which is where he spent most of his time doing things no sheep should ever know how to do, like playing chess.

“I am even better at kissing than Zen!” he declared confidently, and Zen scowled angrily.

“That’s a lie,” he snapped. 707 proved his point by hitting the side of Zen’s luxurious wool with his head, forcing him to turn and face him. 707 gave him a kiss on his lips and Zen promptly fainted from the skill.

“That was amazing!” Yoosung exclaimed.

“Baa,” replied 707, sauntering over and kissing Yoosung quickly on the mouth. It was like the most delicious grass Yoosung had ever tasted.

“Why can you not kiss me for longer?” Yoosung complained. 707’s smile suddenly fell from his face, replaced with an angry scowl instead.

“I have a dangerous past,” he whispered darkly, his wool suddenly turning black as he slowly backed away from Yoosung, getting absorbed into his usual bush.

Zen still hadn’t woken up, so Yoosung decided to wander around a little bit and find some of the best grass he could that didn’t belong to the nasty sheep king.

“Psst,” came an unfamiliar voice from beside him. Yoosung turned his little head to see a very pretty looking sheep who he had never seen before.

“Who are you?” he asked.

“My name is Saeran. Do you want to buy some grass?”

“Grass? But I can get grass from anywhere,” Yoosung told him, confused. He didn’t know what buying was because he’s a fucking sheep.

“This is the best grass in the entire field. I will give some to you for a price.”

“What price?”

“For every piece of grass I give you, you have to kiss me three times.”

Three times?!” Yoosung exclaimed, “That’s too expensive! This is capitalism in its most obvious form, and you’re exploiting the innocence and naivety of sheep to further your own agenda. I will not do it.”

“It’s very good grass.”

“Okay then.”

Yoosung trotted forwards and Saeran held out a strand of grass to Yoosung. It was very beautiful. Yoosung ate it and felt like he could now fly away with happiness. Saeran looked at him expectantly and Yoosung stepped forwards and kissed him three times on his mouth. Saeran was very good at kissing, so the price didn’t feel too bad.

“Do you want any more?” Saeran asked sheepishly.

“No, I don’t think I can afford it. I don’t have enough kisses left for today.” Yoosung told him sadly.

“Okay,” Saeran nodded and lay down, rolling onto his back and falling asleep immediately.

Yoosung walked away. He wondered if Jumin was okay.

“Hello Yoosung,” said a voice from behind him. He turned around.

“Hello Jaehee. Why is everyone talking to me today?”

“Because you have very good wool. Can I touch it?”

“Of course you can.”

Jaehee stepped forwards and reached out with her little leggy to brush against Yoosung’s wool. “Very good,” she nodded in appreciated, “I would give it 9/10.”

“O-only nine?” Yoosung asked, trying not to burst into tears.

“Zen’s is the only wool I would say is 10. I’m sorry for upsetting you.” She looked sad, and trotted closer to Yoosung, kissing him on the mouth.

“I don’t have many kisses left today,” Yoosung told her.

“You can top them up again tomorrow,” Jaehee told him kindly, before turning around to go and look after Zen who was still unconscious on the grass.

Yoosung heard loud sobbing coming from the deepest, darkest corner of the field, and so headed over.

“Jumin,” he said as he saw the sheep king curled up on the floor crying, “Are you okay?”

“No!” he lamented, “Zen hit me!”

“I know I was there, but you were very mean to me.”

“You ate my grass,” he sulked.

“I’m sorry,” Yoosung sat next to Jumin, “I didn’t know it was yours. I only have one kiss left today, do you want me to kiss you?”

“O-okay,” Jumin nodded. Yoosung leaned down and kissed Jumin on the mouth. There was a lot of sheepy snot on his face from crying, but Yoosung didn’t mind.

“I hope you cheer up soon,” Yoosung said as he got up and trotted away.

Today had been a very successful day for Yoosung. He’d faced some hard times, but also happy times. It had been an emotional rollercoaster and now he was very tired, so he lay down and fell asleep.