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How Dan and Phil probably broke up #16
  • Phil: Dan, I bought you a pet
  • Dan: *excited* omg show me
  • Phil: *gives him a moth in a jar*
funny story

in 7th grade, my friend really had to go to the bathroom, but the girls bathroom was full. so when no one was around, she snuck to the boys while it was empty and went there as quickly as she could. after she finished she was washing her hands by the sink, a boy walked in, while panicking, she screamed,
“you’re not suppose to be in here!!”
the boy ran out, and we never heard of him again.

pastel--sunsets  asked:

Can you do a drabble where g dragon gets mad at you for talking to someone else in bigbang

Sure thing babe!!! 


G-Dragon Drabble

Originally posted by gtothetop8

When your boyfriend, Kwon Ji-yong better known as G-Dragon or GD, invited you to BIgBang’s album release party you just couldn’t decline. The party was very packed to say the least. Foreign bodies mold to other foreign bodies and the oxygen became harder to get. Luckily for you, you had already made your way to the V.I.P section where BigBang was. Sitting down next to T.O.P because both sides of your boyfriend were taken up by groupies.

  Pfft, what an ass. You think to yourself as you take a drink of the alcohol and shake your head. This didn’t go unnoticed by T.O.P, chuckling he leans forward and looks at you.

 “ Yah, Y/n! You’re not jealous are you?” He asked while nodding over to your boyfriend who seemed more than intrigued in the conversation he was in.

 “ Me? Jealous.. of that? No. In order for me to be jealous, she would have to have something I want.” You defend, drinking more.

 “ Something… like your boyfriend’s attention?” T.O.P laughed. You slapped him on the shoulder and laughed a little. You knew that he only wanted to mess with you, he was your best friend and he knew how to get under your skin.

 “ Fuck off Top.” You flip him off and laugh a little more, falling on to his shoulder. You two share laughs as he continues to fill up your cup for what seems like forever. 

That is until GD decides to disengage himself from his conversation enough to pay attention to yours. “ Yah! Jagi! What do you think your doing over there? Come sit by your boyfriend.”

 You had one to many drinks and T.O.P could only laugh because he knew what was gonna happen. You were gonna cause a scene and GD would cause a bigger one. 

  “Y/n! Stop flirting with my best friend and come sit next to oppa!” He drunkenly laughed, patting the new empty seat.

 You scoff, “ Did your date go to the bathroom?” He stood up and grabbed your arm, “ No my date is flirting with my best friend.”

 “ Our best friend has been more of a date than my own boyfriend has!” You sneer as you snatch your arm away.

He follows you to the less crowded hallway and pushes you against the, his arm trapping you. “ Why are you always flirting with Top?! Why don’t you just date him instead of me if you like him so much?!” His face inches away from yours, his eyes look about 20 shades darker and you can see the hurt and anger in his eyes. 

 “ Do you want to be with him instead of me?! God Y/n, you make my blood boil, why can’t you be like every other girlfriend and only talk to me? You’re so friendly, it makes me sick. I’m supposed to be your main interest, not T.O.P!” You just stare at him, realization finally hitting you.

 GD was jealous of T.O.P and your friendship. “ Once you sat down I was going to stop talking to them but then I saw you having a damn good time with Top and.. “ He looks you in your eyes and shakes his head.

 “ You were jealous?” You whisper, hoping that this was the reason.

 “ Of course I’m jealous. You’re supposed to be mine, like I’m yours. I know what you thought when you saw those girls but if you would’ve paid attention you would have noticed me encouraging them to get up for you.” He explained, leaning his forehead on yours.

 “ Are you mine Y/n..?” He was so quiet but you managed to hear him.

 “ Only if you’re mine..” He answered your assumption with a rough but passionate kiss and it became clear to both of you, you were each others. 

First I must say I love you blog and headcanons. Second, I couln’t take this out of my head after reading one of your fanfics and just now I had time to sketch it. 

Vader isn’t wearing his cape because he made a Luke burrito with it.

OH MY GOD!!!!!

g-x-t  asked:

Attikus from Battleborn

Battleborn’s hilariously tragic tale of woe aside, a great deal of their characters are at least interesting from a conceptual standpoint. Attikus here is a prime example. A cyber-demon that harvests the souls of his enemies by punching them should be mechanically interesting as well as aesthetically pleasing. Alas the focus on MOBA-like gameplay and classic Gearbox-esque exaggerated proportions leave this boy and his extremely phallic neck overly complicated, boring, and begging for a redesign.

Let’s make him in the better game.

This isn’t an Overwatch OC blog I swear

Role: Offense

Abilities:

Passive: Hedronic Collector

As Attikus deals damage he collects energy. Once at max charge his next ability will deal bonus damage.

(Not to make this post too much about last week’s design but, this character is ultimately going to be a better designed Kraken.) This passive allows players to put more thought into their attack targets and ability use. For example, they can farm energy off of a tank for a killing blow on a support hero.

Weapon(LMB): Brawling

Attikus brawls using his fists. This is a short ranged attack that swings faster than Reinhardt’s hammer, deals less damage, and covers less space.

Simple melee attack doesn’t need to be changed to better fit Overwatch’s mechanics beyond ensuring he doesn’t cover the same ground as another hero.

Ability 1(RMB): Uppercut

Holding the right button down charges up a short ranged attack that deals damage and knocks heroes up. Attikus can move while he is charging but he cannot attack. Both the damage and knock-up are proportional to the time Attikus charges the attack. 

His secondary ability from battleborn is simply described as a “devastating right hook” that can also be charged. Just dealing damage is pretty boring when there’s no additional benefit. This ability allows the hero to be more impactful in combat and work with the team beyond simply killing people. The uppercut can act as an execute when combined with his passive OR a way to initiate small teamfights!

Ability 2(Shift): Pounce

Atticus leaps forward. Similar to Winston’s jump-pack but more horizontal and shorter distance.

The original ability was more less Winston’s jump-pack. He already has an excellent initiate in the form of the uppercut. This dash allows him to move in and out of combat quickly to either start fighting or run away. You may notice that all offense heroes in Overwatch have an ability like this.

Ultimate (Q): Hedronic Overcharge:

Attikus overloads his cybernetics, granting him increased move and primary attack speed (abilities are unchanged). In addition, energy sparks off his body, dealing damage to all enemies around him during the duration of the ultimate. The AOE is unaffected by his passive but does collect energy.

The increased attack speed and constant AOE allows Attikus to gather energy at a much faster rate. Damage output during this time is drastically increased and is a great follow up for a friendly ultimate such as Zarya or Reinhardt. Because Attikus has no protection during this ultimate he needs to make every second count or be inevitably gunned down by his opponents.

The ultimate from the original kit was TEN SHOCKWAVES that deal damage. If his meter is full then they slow too. This ability is largely non interactive and boring so I crafted this new ultimate from his other ability that just enhances his attacks.

urisistable submitted: G'mornin! Can we talk about this pic? Pose totally says mafia!b waiting for you come over and receive your spanking (damn those fingers) but then oh wait… what’s going on with his tshirt? (No really what’s up with that?)

this reminds me of mafia!b with the pose but the clothes are too casual so it’s like drug dealer or biker or just bad boy!b to me

nerd -- kim namjoon

word count: 1032 // pronouns: they/them // genre: fluff

request: “Hello, could you write a scenario where Rap Monster home surprising his best friend (you) after being discharged from the army, you’ve missed him very much because you have a crush on him and get really shocked of his sudden confession and proposal to you? Thank you.”

ok so i realized how off from the request this is im sorry :00 i tried

honestly i don’t like this at all too much stuff going on but i just put it out :00 

Originally posted by ksjknj


Your Ring Size: submit What is this?

Your name: submit What is this?

There are many cliches when it comes to homecomings. Many include children and lovers, and though Namjoon has the latter, he doesn’t want him coming back to his country be anything flashy, as he isn’t that important.
Though, he hopes he’s important to Y/N, so maybe he could be a little extra once.
Namjoon heard a ‘ding’ and broke out of his thoughts, looking up to see that the seat belt illustration was flashing on the bar, so he looked down to his already buckled seatbelt and put his tray up, preparing for lift off.
They were stopping in Paris for 4 hours before his next plane, a perfect amount of time for him to get a wedding ring. He could get the extra stuff in the airport shops.
He pulls out his earbuds and a stewardess passes by and nods to him. “Thank you for your service, sir.”
He gives them a bright smile and nods. “Thank you.”
It’s been around the 7th time he’s heard the phrase today-probably because he’s dressed head to toe in Camo print with all his badges over his heart and his name plate with “Kim” neatly sewed in it, the flag of (Country) on the left sleeve. Maybe one day he’ll get used to it, like all the old men in veteran hats that just nod in response, but he always finds himself re-thanking them and giving them a grin.
He lays his head down and thinks back to all the times he’s spent with Y/N, and he has no trouble doing so.
From when they were 5 years old and they made a club about uncovering Dr.Suess for the real doctor he is; if the man could only count to two, he can’t fix broken bones, right?
In the 1st grade when they made new friends, Yoongi, Jungkook, Hoseok, Jimin, and Taehyung, after they took the two’s spot on the playground, and instead of fighting over it, they all shared it and ate cheese its dipped in chocolate pudding on their bench while building lego houses.
And when they were 12 and entered middle school and Y/N had their first crush on Kim Seokjin, the handsome 7th grader in the chorus that was in her cooking class and the two had made a plan to make him notice them more. The two had tried a new thing everyday, Y/N waking up early in the morning and crossing the street to get to Namjoon’s house so he can discuss the plan he thought of last night before they walked to their bus stop, together. It was hilarious, now that he looks back on it. Dropping cakes on his face, “accidentally” stepping on his foot and taking him to the nurse’s office. Him starting to find the duo funny and joining their friend group.
High school when Y/N got their first after school job at an ice cream parlor, and Namjoon coming over after school everyday to tease her and get parfaits. They spent their first pay check to throw him a birthday party at the arcade.
That time in college when they had their first shot, together. It was disgusting, in their opinion, and they paid for it and ran out of the bar to go buy slushies to wash them down.
All of his good memories contain Y/N, everything he wants to remember contains Y/N, and he wants to remember so much more.
Together.
And maybe that’s why he threw together this last minute proposal of sorts, because he wanted to make as many memories as soon as possible. It wasn’t planned at all- Namjoon imagined him getting on one knee with Yoongi playing Teenage Dream by Katy Perry on his piano and Jungkook singing along with confetti poppers in front of a lake front restaurant- maybe a couple red balloons and a box of chocolate with a ring is fine enough for them.
Before he notices, the plane lands.

“Are you seriously going to do it?” Seokjin asks trying to bite back a laugh at how cute the idea is.
“Yep.” He nods and picks up his baggage, starting to walk and dragging it behind to catch the Uber he called.
“Can I go with you?” Seokjin asks, pulling his own luggage with him and following Namjoon.
“Why, do you have an eye for wedding rings?”
“Well, no, but I talked to Y/N once about their dream wedding ring.”
“Ok, you’re hired.” Namjoon says, picking up his luggage and getting on the escalator.
They exit the building quickly and get in the large black SUV that waits for them.
“Bonjour.” The driver smiles, and looks the pair up and down. “Vous étiez dans l'armée?” He looks at their sleeves and sees the flag of their country on the sleeve. “Parlez-vous français?”
Namjoon smiles back and tries to remember the french class he took in high-school. “Oui. Je parle seulement un peu le français.”
The man smiles and drives off, letting Namjoon plug in his headphones and Seokjin text his mom.

“People like diamonds, right?”
“Yes, but nothing too big, it might get stuck in their hair.”
“Ok.”
Brown eyes glaze over the shining rings under the ring light, stopping on a small ring with an infinity sign across the top, 3 small diamonds on each loop.
“That’s nice…” Namjoon mutters, pointing at it.
“You need any help?” A thick french accent says from behind the counter, smiling at the pair.
“Yes, thank you, can I get that one in a size (ring size)?”
The saleswoman nods and goes behind the counter.

Airport security is once again a pain, and so much of a pain that Namjoon doesn’t notice a short blob wearing all black running towards him.
They latch on to him and the ring falls out of his pocket in the felt box, making him let out a small screech.
“What’s that?” They ask, still latched onto his back, pulling their hand down to grab it.
“You little dork…” He grumbles, shrugging them off and getting down on one knee to grab it. “Can’t you let me be romantic for once?”
“What is going on?”
“Marry me, you nerd.”

Megan G. submitted to faithinhumanityr: Kindness at the airport gate

i posted this on FB while sitting at the airport gate waiting to board:

Just heard a woman on the phone saying she didn’t have the gas money to get home. Without saying a word, the guy next to her reached into his wallet and handed her $60. She thanked him profusely and all he would say was, “We’ve all been there.“ 

❤️❤️❤️

Aaw, thank you for this heartwarming story Megan!

A TBG Inspired Fic

(Submitted by jacksirrah)

Inspired by this text!

I.

Amethyst padded down the steps of the crystal pedestal and into the kitchen. Something had been in the trash can for far too long; she could smell the heavenly aroma all the way from her room and there was no way she was leaving a midnight snack uneaten.

“Come on, come to mama,” she said. Her eyes were still cloudy from sleep that she didn’t need, but it didn’t matter. Her nose was more than capable of tracking down her prey.

Pans crashed onto the floor as she crawled through the clutter on top of the counter. The smell of rotting bananas and trash juice was growing stronger. 

She was close now.

Her foot found the edge of the trash can. She grinned. “Gotcha.”

The can fell when she shoved it, spilling its glorious guts all over the kitchen tiles. Amethyst leapt from her countertop perch and shapeshifted into a leopard as she flew, pouncing on the defenseless rotting fruit and empty soup cans. She rolled several times with her prey, shaking it for good measure in her jaws. An empty milk jug sailed through the darkness when she tossed it like a poor, defenseless-

There was light. Why was there light in the middle of the night? Amethyst raised her head, sniffing the air.

A bass beat was thumping the window panes. She could see it, feel it inside. The square of light illuminating her carnage was red, now blue, now red and pink and flashing like a heartbeat.

A feral grin spread over Amethyst’s muzzle. Garbage slaver dribbled from the corner of her black gums.

A party.

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