glad someone thinks so

What he likes about Julian
  • Tom: I love his dress sense; he dresses really well.
  • Grant: He's got a nice face.
  • Tom: He's got a nice face, yes. His face is amazing.

Looking back on 2016, I’m very glad that I was dragged into Mystic Messenger hell towards the later part of the year. I was able to somehow stick and develop an art style that I really had fun with. I love splashing colors and details around, and I’m glad it fits so well with the crack comics I’ve always been wanting to do. On another note, people say I also look like my art ((im guessing it’s mostly the meme faces maybe HAHA ♥))

I’m very delighted and honored to be able to make you all happier with my art ^__^ Thank you so much for all your support ♥ I hope you will continue supporting me for the next year as well! Happy New Year, everyone, and stay safe!

Some thoughts under the cut to keep things short ♥

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Episode I: Qui-Gon Jinn:  << part I >> << part II >> << part III >> << part IV >> << part V >>

@spaceliondad is a blessing and drew some TonyPepperRhodey for me, look at these precious children!!

@spaceliondad: I decided to draw them more 616-ish haha (in a weird timeline where Rhodey is alive and well and we completely forget Fraction’s run happened), but anyway, this was my first time drawing Pepper or Rhodey!


I headcanon Bokuto to be the type of person who is a literal furnace and wears T-shirts all year round, whereas Akaashi has perpetually cold hands.


Arc-V AU where ¾ bracelet girls said ‘fuck it’ and joined Zarc because after all the shit they’ve been through I would have quit

Idk where this came from but the idea of the girls using the dragons is really appealing to me and like for some reason I really like ‘protags give up and fall into darkness’  trope lol.

Also I incorporated the “Yuu boys are actually their dragons” theory cause I love it.

Yuzu runs as fast as her tired legs will let her. The once beautiful ocean-sided town in the Fusion dimension is now in shambles and not a single soul besides Yuzu can be found. With the town deserted the only sounds that can be heard are Yuzu’s harsh breathing, her steps against the ruined ground, and the three metal bracelets hooked onto her belt loop that cling every time she takes a step.

She’s so tired. The remaining Lancers are nowhere to be found and each day Zarc’s reign expands further and further throughout the dimension.

Maybe I should just stop fighting. Just like….

Yuzu shakes her head.

No I can’t. I have to save them. All of them.

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anonymous asked:

how do u feel about shinso being trained by aizawa?

I’ve literally been thinking about this since that one panel ahdsgkajljdzk

I think that Aizawa saw himself in Shinsou during the Sports Festival. I’m sure Aizawa also was at disadvantage surounded by students with pshysicall quirks that made them more “suited” for becoming a hero and couldn’t help but remember some of that when he saw the fight between Midoriya and Shinsou.

Shinsou could become such a great underground hero and Aizawa knows it. In Shinsou’s case, his quirk would only be effective once, and that will be easier if Shinsou acts in the shadows and keeps his identity hidden since he would have to rely on surprise attacks. But as Aizawa said, you can’t be a hero with just one trick. The only reason why Shinsou lost the fight was because his physical strenth is basically null. They are both very similar in that way, they have strong quirks but they can’t rely on it for everything, and that’s why Shinsou needs to train and learn from scratch.

I’m pretty sure that Aizawa wants to make Shinsou move to the hero course, but he won’t let anyone get in if they don’t prove themselves so he’ll probably be hard on him. But all in all he’s a softie, and he probably knows that Shinsou needs a little shove, someone who tells him that he can become a hero with that quirk.

Rescue •P6•

Avengers x Reader

Masterlist | Rescue Masterlist | Part Five

Summary: reader is getting a tour of her new job at the Avengers tower, but happens to be the only one who notices an oncoming jet, about to crash into the building. 

 Word Count: 2064

Warnings: tension + fluff + swears

 A/N: I’m really sorry if this one is a little boring, but the dust has to settle a bit after the shit-storm I created in the last two parts. Enjoy 💛


After a week and a debate with Mr. Stark and his Dr. Banner (the Hulk, who apparently I saved), the hospital finally allows me to leave. Dr. Banner insisted that a hospital room is no place for a patient struggling with PTSD. I don’t think of it that way, but I guess there’s a lot of things about me that are new.

 “Enhanced?” I ask in fear. Mr. Stark holds his hands up to calm me.

“It’s not a bad thing!” he backtracks.

 “But it was given to me for bad reasons.” I finish, trying to stay calm. I squeeze the stress ball the hospital gave me, looking around at my new living space for things to ground me. Mr. Stark, familiar with what I’m doing, gives me a moment to regroup before continuing.

 “You’re not with people with bad reasons. Not anymore.” he says quietly. And I believe him. But it doesn’t change my fear.

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It's You (Soulmate AU Newt Scamander x Reader)

A/N: Based on a request for a soulmate Newt imagine. Hope you enjoy!

Most people remembered their past lives. This also meant remembering the soulmate they had for each life; the person you were destined to be with stayed the same during each life.

Newt Scamander remembered everything. From his past careers, his past homes, and most importantly, you. He remembered everything about you and desperately searched for you during each lifetime. He always found you, though, so there he was in New York City, the year of 1926, searching for you as he wrote his book.

It wasn’t until Newt was in the Metropolitan Museum of Art when he found you.

Queenie and Tina had taken him sight seeing the day before he had to leave, the museum being the last stop. He had been looking for you the whole day, becoming more and more distraught as the hours ticked on. He knew you were in New York, he could feel your soul pulling him to you.

Newt told the Goldstein sisters about his life many centuries ago when he was an artist. Some of his work had been brought to the museum, and the sisters wanted to see. He led them to where his paintings were, his mind filling with memories from when he painted them. You had been by his side, painting your own canvases even though you weren’t very good. He had fallen so deeply in love with you during that life, his paintings all reflecting the adoration he felt towards you.

One of his paintings was of you by the sea during a trip to France. Your hair had been flowing in the wind, your dress twirling around you as you spun in a circle and breathed in the fresh air. You had given him a smile full of love, and it had struck a cord in him. He began to paint that image, watching as you played in the sand while he worked in a field.

“Newton!” You called out excitedly as you picked up a shell and raced over to him. “Is this not the most beautiful thing you have ever seen?”

“You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen,” he declared with a smile as he wrapped his arms around your waist. He tugged you over so you stood between his legs that were dangling from his stool, his lips pressing a delicate kiss to the center of your back.

“Is this me?” You asked in awe as you admired his painting. The way he portrayed you in his work made your heart swell with love, and you promptly turned around to press a sweet kiss to his lips.

“It does not nearly capture your beauty the way it should be, for it was done so quickly that-”

You cut him off with another kiss before leaning back against him to look at the painting. “I love you, my silly artist.”

“Mon amour pour toi est éternal,” he whispered.

Newt stood in the doorway of the room that held his art, his heart fluttering from the memories. Queenie and Tina stood beside him, watching as he lost himself in his thoughts. Queenie watched the scenes play out in his head of his times with you when he painted, her eyes filling with tears as the pure love in his mind overwhelmed her.

“Shall we take a look?” Newt asked the sisters as he shook himself out of the memories. He wiped quickly underneath his eyes, stopping the tears that had begun to fall.

“Oh, Mr. Scamander,” Queenie gasped in awe as she looked around the room. Paintings upon paintings filled the walls, each of a pair of soulmates or of the girl she saw in his mind.

“They’re a bit outdated, but here they are,” he laughed sadly.

“They’re timeless,” a woman’s voice piped up from across the room. Besides Newt and the Goldstein sisters, there was only her.

“I’m glad someone thinks so,” Newt said as he walked towards the girl who was looking at a large portrait of Newt’s soulmate.

“I really love this one,” the girl said, pointing to the painting of his soulmate by the sea in France. “It feels like… it feels like I was there that day, watching this scene unfold. You’re the artist, am I correct?”

“I am the artist. It was a lovely day there in France, Y/N loved the sea and it was the perfect time to capture her excitement,” he recalled with a distant look in his eyes.

“It appears that all of us named Y/N love the sea,” she mused, turning to face Newt. “Do I look like her? It must be a Y/N thing, or maybe I’m just seeing something that isn’t there.”

“It’s you…” Newt choked out, the tears filling his eyes once again. His soulmate, his love, you! You were standing right in front of him! Why were you not in his arms? Why were you not pressing your lips against his in an attempt to help him keep his emotions at bay? You always did that when you met in a new lifetime.

“I’m flattered you see the resemblance, too,” you giggled, looking at the painting again.

“Y/N, love, please tell me you remember me?” Newt pleaded, a hand raising to rest on your shoulder and turn you to him. Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked at him, your teeth biting at your bottom lip in concentration. “Where’s your tattoo? Love, let me see the tattoo.”

“I’m sorry, but I wasn’t born with one,” you told him sadly.

“That’s not possible, I have yours right here!” He exclaimed, tugging the sleeve of his coat up to show you the name tattooed on his wrist.

“I don’t remember you, I’m so sorry,” you sniffled, your heart breaking at the soft sobs escaping the broken man in front of you. You desperately wished to remember him, but you understood that this happened to soulmates sometimes. It was just unfortunate that it was happening to you.

“I love you,” he cried, face red as the hot tears streamed down his face. He was a shattered reflection of himself, his once confident persona destroyed once you said you didn’t remember him.

“What can I do?” You frantically questioned, reaching foward to grab onto his shaking hands. You felt awful for him and knew that he wasn’t lying about your past with each other.

“I-I don’t know,” he whispered through his crying. Hurt was coursing through him like the blood in his veins. Confusion filled his mind as he attempted to figure out why you didn’t remember him.

“I read once that one man made his soulmate remember by kissing them,” you breathed out after a moment of thinking. “I don’t usually kiss someone I’ve only just met-” Newt let out a broken whimper. “-but I can make an exception for my soulmate.”

Before he could say anything, your lips were pressed against his. A gasp fell from his lips, but it was muffled by your mouth. Newt moved his hands so they were tangled in your hair, your own hands grabbing tightly onto his jacket. When you pulled away, Newt cradled your face in his hands, his forehead resting against yours as he searched your eyes for any kind of recognition as to who he was.

The two words that came out of your mouth sent him crashing to the ground, the pain becoming too much to bear.

“I’m sorry.”

anonymous asked:

I think that if Donald and Panchito were ever in a situation with José similar to the postcard scenes in "Two Happy Amigos" (as in José is nearly devoured three times in the span of like a minute), those two would be SUPER protective of him and José would be just as oblivious to their coddling as he is to danger. We've already seen Panchito and José team up to chase Donald all over Mexico; Panchito and Donald team up to keep José from getting mauled.

Oh gosh, I’m so glad someone else thinks this!

Imagine if Donald used to think early in their friendship that it was all a part of Joe’s personality, that he was intentionally playing it super chill. Then his abject horror upon realizing that no, José really is that oblivious. It has nothing to do with cool.

Panchito picked up on it very fast, though, and he and Donald have taken to hovering over José, who is just happy to be with his adventurous, ‘risk-taking’ buddies. Donald, naturally, takes the brunt of injury.

Good Enough (7)

prologue; part one; part two; part three; part four; part five; part six; part seven; part eight; part nine; part ten; part eleven; part twelve; part thirteen; part fourteen; part fifteen; part sixteen; part seventeen; part eighteen; part nineteen; part twenty; part twenty one; part twenty two; part twenty three; part twenty four; epilogue.

bonus scenes: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

Kyungsoo dragged Sehun out of the hallway into an empty classroom, slamming the door behind him and blocking the prince from leaving. “You may be a prince ‘Your Highness’, but you are such an asshole. She’s a lovely girl and yet you treat her like shit. You don’t deserve her,” Kyungsoo practically shouted at Sehun, losing his temper.

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are you made of copper and tellurium?

request: ahh could u do a peter imagine where him and the reader are lab partners and they have to work on a report but they never get any work done in class bc theyre too busy flirting n shit so they have to work on it together after school??? or something like that i’m just honestly trash for high school!peter

summary: there was always a reason to keep them separated during class, reason being that they never fail to waste all of their time when they’re together. 

a note: what a good request, thank you!! i’m trash for high school peter too, what a blessing. (also, this title is fucking hilarious i love science puns) 

both of them were silently freaking out when the lab partners were announced. they got paired together, something they both always secretly hoped for. it didn’t often happen, but when it did both of them got excited. 

“this should be completed in the rest of class, and if not, it’s to be done on your own time and handed in tomorrow at the beginning of class.” 

y/n picked up her bag, hauled herself and all her work and slammed it down on the table beside peter. she earned a few looks from the people around her, okay, maybe that was little too much. 

she lightly laughed, “okay, this seems easy enough. we can finish this in no time.” 

the two of them, they were smart, smart enough that they could do it own their own no problem. with their combined intelligence, the assignment could be done in less than fifteen minutes. 

peter looked over the notes that were handed out, “simple.”

“simple.” she said, pulling a periodic table from her notes. getting ready to recite the best pickup line she’s ever seen. to be fair, she saw it on the internet, but wanted to see if he’d get it or if she had to explain it. if she had to explain it then she’d feel just a little bit stupid. 

“hey, are you made of copper and tellurium?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

peter thought about it for a moment, staring down at the periodic table she slid towards him moments ago, “y/n, are you telling me i’m cute?” 

that was another thing about this pair, they loved to flirt with each other. they didn’t even know they did it half the time, they sort of just get wrapped up in each other and never stop talking. it’s sort of sweet if you think about it. 

they never got anything done when they were around each other, so their partnership today was unexpected, but appreciated nonetheless. 

she winked, “i’m definitely trying to.”  

“okay heres one,” peter decided to play along with the periodic table jokes, “you must be made of fluorine, iodine and neon because you’re so damn fine.”

she laughed, “glad to see that someone thinks so.” 

the two went on like this for the rest of the class, both realizing that they were going have to stay later to finish the assignment. as class ended, they both shamefully left the class, knowing full well they’d be doing this later. 

“alright, meet me in the library after school and we can actually finish this. god, i can’t believe this, i’ve never not actually handed something in on time.” 

“this is why we’re never partnered together. nothing ever gets done.” 

“hey,” she shrugged, “it’s not always a bad thing.” 

“i guess,” he trailed off, “wait, what?”

she smiled, standing on her tiptoes and lightly pressing a kiss to his cheek, “see you after school.”

peter spent the rest of the day thinking about what happened after chemistry. she kissed me? on the cheek? what does that even mean? are we dating now? what the hell? wait no, why would we be dating? that’s insane. actually, you know what’s insane? the fact i haven’t asked her out yet. maybe this is a sign that i should. 

“hey!” y/n appeared almost out of nowhere, placing herself in the chair across from peter. she was looking rather smiley considering they’re only here to finish an assignment that was mean to be done in class, “so i took it upon myself to finish the assignment earlier, so here, just copy this real quick and then we have some time to go do something.” 

“do something? like together, just the two of us?” 

it’s like she knew what he was thinking, like she read his mind. 

“yeah,” she rubbed the back of her neck, sort of looking the other way, “i’ve been thinking about it for a while, and i think we’d be good together.” 

“together? like together-together?” peter asked, as if this they were in middle school again. they weren’t really that far from it, “

she smiled, “yeah, together-together.” 

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another note: i honestly don’t feel amazing about this, but i hope ya’ll enjoy. i’ll have a new imagine coming within the next few days that’s arguably pretty hilarious. look out for that. don’t forget to request because sometimes i get bored of my own shit ideas! 

prinxiety-s  asked:

Dude, I have aro!prince headcanons too, I've just been sitting on them because i didn't know how well it'd go over. I'm glad that someone else thinks so too!

!!!! :Dcc @deafinatelyfangirling
you should share! I absolutely love aro Roman, and I know they do too! And I’m shore more people do as well!
I mean, you can do whatever you would like, of course, but! if you’re comfortable, i know that, at the very least, I’m here!!!! and I would love to see them! 💕💕💕

anonymous asked:



  • suga’s sass and bluntness
  • daichi’s beautiful dark brown eyes
  • daichi’s strictness
  • suga’s kindness
  • similar body type to daichi
  • so fuckign pretty and soft like suga
  • perfect