from now on artists are only allowed to draw superhero women in sleeveless/pantsless outfits if they also acknowledge that shaving is not a thing everyone does, or at least not every day.
like. Black Canary with stubble poking through her fishnets. She-Hulk punching a dude and showing off an armpit of green fuzz. Starfire being just… totally baffled that humans expect her to keep her to keep her body hairless.
I finally worked out a tail floof that I’m happy with! It took some experimenting with how much hair to include in each tassel, how many to use and where to put them. Then I gave it a haircut and trimmed it to shape.
I was working this out for a commission that I’ll start on shortly. Afterwards I may finish this tail and sell it, though it may be more useful to me to keep this one on hand for reference.
One morning, a loaf of bread that
Grunkle Stan had mistakenly left on top of the refrigerator for a
year and a half became so moldy, so gross and covered in green-white
fuzz that it developed sentience and the ability to move.
It crept around the kitchen as the
Pines family was eating breakfast and found some mysterious
hyper-mutation crystals Ford had accidentally left on the counter.
It ate them and turning into a giant, green fuzzy monster that roared
and rampaged through the Shack.
Dipper tried throwing pots and pans at
it, but they bounced off harmlessly.
Stan grabbed a bat and started
attacking the monster, swinging and punching and throwing himself at
it with all his strength, but it was too powerful for him.
Ford pulled out a giant laser gun and
fired it at the monster over and over, but the blasts barely even
singed its fuzzy exterior.
Finally, Mabel grabbed a ladle off the
mess of kitchenware that the monster had spread across the floor, ran
up to it, leaped on it and struck it with one blow on the back of its
head. The monster instantly crumbled into a thousand pieces and fell
to the ground, lifeless.
“Great job, pumpkin!” Stan cried.
“That was amazing!” Dipper added.
“Yes, but how?” Ford scratched his
head. “That thing couldn’t even be stopped by 48th
century technology, how did you destroy it in just one blow?”
“Oh Grunkle Ford.” Mabel calmly
explained, “haven’t you heard…?”
A/N: This is a re-upload from the old “thestorytellerofkpop” account! Ah, the first ever request fic I’ve ever done, ah memories~ :3 -Admin Germane
Warnings: Angst with mentions of insecurities!
Summary: Taehyung thinks you’re perfect the way you are, but now he has to prove that to you too.
Word Count: 1,111
Ring. Ring. Ring. Beep.
“Agh, damnit Y/N pick up the phone…” Taehyung muttered in frustration, shaking his phone out of spite. He sighed and continued his walk to his girlfriends house, redialing her phone number but getting the same result as before.
It had been 3 days since Taehyung had heard from his girlfriend. Normally this wouldn’t bother him, he understood that his girlfriend needed space sometimes and he respected that. But he and the rest of BTS had just came back from tour, and he wasn’t going to lie and say that he didn’t miss his girlfriend. With the long days and nights he didn’t have much time to talk, but he always made sure to send his good morning/night texts and his daily doses of ‘I love yous’ whenever he could. When he returned home to the dorm at 3 in the morning, he figured that Y/N would understand if he spent the night over there rather than in their shared apartment.
By the time he had woke up at 7 in the evening the next day, he tried calling but he didn’t receive an answer from her. And after about 10 calls he gave up, staring at his phone sadly as he curled up in his bed, wondering why she wouldn’t pick up his calls.
On the third day without hearing a word from his girlfriend, he decided to take matters into his own hands and go visit her himself.
“Y/N! Open the door!” Taehyung yelled, banging on the door of the apartment. He sighed and brought the spare key out of his pocket, fiddling with the door until it opened with a soft click. He walked into the apartment quietly, kicking off his shoes as he closed the door behind him.
“Y/N?” he called, moving out of the entryway and into the living room.
It was clean, almost too clean for Taehyung’s liking. The room seemed stiff and unnatural as he moved into the kitchen. The kitchen, like the living room, was also spotless. Taehyung walked over to the fridge and opened it up. The contents of the fridge were molding with white and green fuzz, making Taehyung gasp as he quickly shut the fridge.
“Y/N? Y/N?!” he yelled, running through the house now in search of his girlfriend.
The last room in the house was the bedroom, and as he opened the door he could hear soft music coming from the connected bathroom. He walked to the closed door of the bathroom and tried the handle, it was locked. Taehyung banged his fist against the door.
“Y/N? Y/N are you okay?!” he yelled. Taehyung heard the music stop, signaling that there was someone alive on the other side. He sighed in relief and rested his forehead against the wooden door.
“Y/N please, open the door.” he asked. Taehyung heard a sigh and the music being turned off. He took a step back away from the door when he heard the lock click open. The door opened and there stood his girlfriend, hair wet and pj’s on her body.
Taehyung rushed to her, bringing her body to his embrace as words tumbled out of his mouth in a jumble.
“Y/N, oh thank God. Are you feeling okay? Why haven’t you answered my calls? I missed you so much jagi, so so much.” he said, a smile growing on his face. But when she pushed his body away, Taehyung’s smile fell as he cocked his head in confusion.
“Y/N? What’s wrong?” his asked, his voice soft. Y/N shook her head and walked past him into the bedroom, sitting down on the bed. Taehyung moved to sit down next to her, but she scooted away from him. Taehyung didn’t like the distance between them, but he complied with it for Y/N’s sake.
“I…I saw the fridge jagi. Have you not been eating again?” he asked quietly, looking at her with concerned eyes.
“What’s the point? I mean, I’m already fat enough as it is, I mean, look at me.” she mumbled as she lifted up her shirt to peer over at the little bits of fat hanging off the band of her pajama pants.
“No one loves fat girls anyways, and since the problem is food, I’m just not going to eat.” she said.
“Y/N, none of those things are true at all. You are not fat, by any means. And I love you so much baby. You need to eat, otherwise you’ll get really sick. How long has it been since you’ve eaten something?” Taehyung asked, grabbing Y/N’s hand. She shrugged her shoulders.
“A few days I guess. But why would you love someone as hideous as me? I’m so fat and ugly…you could do so much better Tae, so why are you here with someone like me? You deserve more than me. Someone that doesn’t have fat drooping off of their tummy, and someone that’s skinny and beautiful.” Y/N said as she looked down at her hand held in Taehyung’s large ones.
“Y/N. Look at me.” Taehyung asked. And as Y/N lofted her head, her cheeks were held by Taehyung’s large hands, forcing her to look into his deep, dark eyes.
“Listen very closely my love. I don’t care that you’re not as skinny as some of the girls out there. I think you’re beautiful just the way that you are. I think you have the most beautiful body in the world, and your stomach is so pretty, I love it so much. I love you so much. I will always be here for you Y/N. I’ll be your shoulder to cry on and I’ll be the one you can laugh freely with. You’re never alone Y/N, because I’ll always be here for you, no matter how many miles apart we may be.” he told her. Y/N just stared at him with wide eyes and he placed a kiss on her forehead, her cheeks, and finally her lips.
“You’re not alone, so please don’t suffer alone anymore.” Taehyung mumbled against her lips. Y/N nodded and gently pressed her motionless lips against her lovers own. The kiss was short and sweet, but full of deeper meanings of trust and love hidden between the open spaces. Taehyung parted his lips from Y/N’s and smiled at her.
“So, what do you say we go grab something for dinner, yeah?” he asked softly, rubbing his thumbs across her cheeks.
Y/N nodded and Taehyung smiled, taking her hand in his and leading her out of the room and leading her to healing place of warmth and spices, because everyone knows that the way to heal a person’s heart, is through their tummies.
“People think that there’s some kind of choice in an actors career path, and there isn’t or very few people get to choose things. You have no power, you’re at the whim of everybody else and you have to wait for someone with imagination to come along and give you something else to do.” -