had do to 2 okay

  • Sniper: Who broke the coffee pot? I’m not mad, I just want to know.
  • Engineer: I did. I broke it.
  • Sniper: No. No, you didn’t. Scout?
  • Scout: Don’t look at me, look at Medic.
  • Medic: What?! I didn’t break it!
  • Scout: Huh, that’s weird. How’d you even know it was broken?
  • Medic: Because it’s sitting right in front of us and it’s broken!
  • Scout: Suspicious.
  • Medic: No, it’s not!
  • Demo: If it matters, probably not… Spy was the last one to use it.
  • Spy: Liar! I don’t even drink that crap!
  • Demo: Oh, really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?
  • Spy: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Demo!
  • Engineer: Okay, let’s not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it.
  • Sniper: No! Who broke it?!
  • Heavy: *whispering* Sniper, Pyro's been awfully quiet this whole time.
  • Pyro: Mmmph?!
  • *Yelling ensues*
  • *Camera pans to Sniper*
  • Sniper: I broke it. It burned my hand, so I punched it. I predict that ten minutes from now they’ll be at each other’s throats with war paint on their faces and weird hats.

Remember us // art+ words: r.i.d

Be careful, I am dangerous, you wouldn’t want to get too involved with me…

707 / Jaehee / Jumin / Yoosung / Zen / Saeran / V / Rika



step one: allow yourself some semblance of a smile. your grief is not an iron cage and you are not trapped. you are allowed to mourn your own innocence, even if you barely remember how it felt. 

step two: hold his hand. you want to, even if you won’t admit it outloud. you want to take him and keep him so close to your chest that the world never has another chance to lash out, but if it did you’d be stood like a shield, like a guardian angel even the devil would avoid. it’s okay. it’s okay. hold his hand. 

step three: you don’t have to say the words for them to be true; at this point the “i love you"s are as natural as breathing, noiseless and soft. when you look at the stars you see the same light you find in his eyes everyday. 

step four: give yourself a chance to heal. it might take a while. it might take years. your past is a minefield no one taught you to navigate before now, but you are strong and you are loved and that’s enough (it has to be enough). 

step five: you gave him a key, a home, a reason to wake up with a smile and he gave you a reason to look forward to what was once a grey-scale future, now bathed in a shade of blue even the ocean would envy.


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Psst…. I finished my gross as hell art thing that doesn’t look good


I’ve been pushing this aside for 2 weeks now. BUT HERE IT IS. This is what I’ve been working on! 

@redcat921 had the brilliant idea to write lyrics for Undyne and Papyrus to the tune of “Do it for Her” from Steven Universe. It’s very fitting. So we both came together to write these lyrics. 

All I ask is to please excuse the voice acting, I am not a voice actor, although I really want to be.

Cover art done by the talented @anadapta

Lyrics under the cut:

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Breaking Up is Hard to Do pt 2: Harry

Okay, so I had very little motivation writing this part two for Harry, so I will probably do another one sometime next week. Here is part one if you haven’t read it. 

You never thought that life without Harry would be hard but you never thought it could be this easy. Five years five months and 27 days and you had shaped yourself into the person you wanted to be. Into the person that you wished you could have been all those years ago. You had moved to Paris and opened up your own (dream career/business) and everything had finally fallen into place. Opening day would start in less than 15 minutes and you were on the edge of your seat, everything so far was running smoothly. What you never expected though was to see him standing behind the glass door. The first person who would cross your threshold as a customer/client. The air in your lungs was coming in painful sharp intakes, as you stared into his eyes. A slow smile spread across his lips, he looked just like the 21 year old boy you left crying in your shared home so many years ago. “Hello” you spoke formally as you opened the door, forgetting about all the others behind him. “Hi” he smiled. You raised your hand to shake his and as he rose his, a shiny band on his ring finger caught your eye. You quickly looked back up to him but it was obvious to him you noticed the ring. “How are you Harry?” you asked. “I’m fine, I would ask how you were but I see you’re doing great” he said sincerely. “Yeah, I was finally able to do something right” you replied looking around the room. “You were great at everything, you were seriously super woman” he complimented you. You raised your brow and looked at him “So what can I do for you?” you asked changing the subject. “Ah, yes I need a (insert whatever you provide) for my uhh… wife” He said looking away from your eyes quickly. “That’s lovely, come right this way” you replied formally. “So I had no idea this was your place” he said making casual conversation. “yeah, there is no way you would have walked in if you did” you chuckled. “not true” he said. “Yes it is Harry, you wouldn’t be here asking about a gift for your wife, if you knew I would be the one picking it out.” You said. “Is this awkward for you?” he asked. “Only a little, never thought I would run into you, after five years you kinda stop looking” you shrugged. “So you looked for me?” he asked. “no” you answered quickly. “that’s too bad, because I looked for you everywhere, I went to all the stupid places I knew you would be but you never were, and when I couldn’t find you, I secretly prayed you were at home hurting and feeling the way you made me feel, but I see that wasn’t the case.” “You have some nerve Harry, you are the one that didn’t fight for us, you didn’t come after me and now you’re married” you whisper shouted poking his chest. He backed up a little alarmed. “Please just take it and go…” “Are you going to check me out” “…Have a nice day” you smiled walking up towards the front. You always thought seeing him again would be easy, you never thought it would hurt this bad.

Thanks for reading, 

K, 2015