he'll be so pleased

do u ever cry because neil has been through so much abuse from both his parents and yet he’s still kind. i know people will lose their goddamn minds if you claim that neil is soft but like y'all gotta understand that softness =/= weak or nice. softness is the way neil tries to mend aaron and andrews relationship. softness comes from neil telling andrew that he was amazing before walking to his death. neils softness is the way he lets allison put make up on him, it’s knowing he’s going to die so he dives headfirst into spending time with matt and dan. it’s how he’s willing to spend the money he’s conditioned to save on a vacation for the foxes. he’s soft in the way he’s surprised when nicky hands him andrew’s gift, in the way he asks nicky if they’re friends, he ditched exy and kevin to get ice cream with nicky for them all, this all comes from a place of softness and tenderness and i know i know neil is still rough edges and anger and pettiness and harsh words spit as bodies collide but this isn’t exclusive from being the same boy who tried to calm down andrew on a plane bc he’s afraid of heights. don’t erase his tenderness because you can’t fathom that it can exist alongside his fire and passion. after everything he’s been through, after his father’s abuse and his mother trying to beat his essence out of him, he still has kindness and softness left. let him have it.

anonymous asked:

HAVE U SEEN THE NEW BNHA CHAPTER WITH KIRI?? ITS LIKE HE WENT SUPER SAN!!

Anon said: I think all the ot3 shippers are going to love this chapter. Also. Resident phone charger spotted

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OKAY I’M SORRY BUT HOLY SHIT THIS CHAPTER WAS A BLESSING AND I’LL NEVER STOP YELLING ABOUT IT AND THESE ARE JUST A FEW OF THE REASONS WHY

  • Kirishima’s unbreakable form is THE COOLEST thing I’ve ever seen I wanna draw it???? help
  • Like seriously I’m s h a k i n g he’s SO COOL talk about being flashy HOLY HELL
  • By the way did he add the sleeves to his costume just so they could rip when he used this form I need to know for science
  • He actually got an issue with the villain acting like a villain BECAUSE HE DIDN’T STICK AROUND TO HELP ALL THE WAY THROUGH Kirishima your priorities are fucked I love you
  • Did I mention how damn pretty he is in this chapter because I’m weak
  • He’s!!!! The most hero character in the whole manga??? Tries to comfort the villain when he starts crying, helps him get up and actually asks him if he’s okay, tries to symphatize with him and the first thing he thinks about when he sees the upgrade is I can’t let this reach the main road like RIP ME
  • THE SCENE AT THE DORMS A+ EVERYTHING I WANNA FRAME EVERY PAGE OF THAT
  • All the squad boys just chilling together like I will never need anything more in my life to be happy
  • DENKI CHARGING THE SQUAD’S PHONES ISN’T AN HEADCANON ANYMORE GOD BLESS
  • Baku and Kami are once again sitting next to each other and that’s a recurring trend that makes my heart sing
  • Tokoyami was WITH THEM try and pry him away from the squad in my head now he’s part of it and I’m not letting him go I’ve been waiting for this to happen since I got into this manga
  • Kiri!!!!! feeling comfortable enough to share his doubts with his friends!!!!!! Like rip me!!!!!!!! Holy fuckkkk!!!!!
  • BAKUGOU COMFORTING HIM THANK YOU HORIKOSHI ALWAYS COMING THROUGH FOR MY WISHES
  • THIS PANEL


  • I LOVE this panel let me tell you WHY I love this panel 
  • Bakugou can’t even understand what Kirishima’s talking about right here and that’s because when Kirishima said “I will be a horse that won’t crumple” Bakugou saw it as Kirishima’s whole point as a hero 
  • he won’t bend, he won’t fall, he won’t break till the very end that’s what heroes are for Bakugou, that’s what he admires the most in All Might and that’s why he was so ready to accept Kirishima as an equal
  • the possibility of Kirishima not seeing his quirk as worthy just does not compute in Bakugou’s head
  • “Keeping up? Why would you be unable to keep up? You said you won’t break, didn’t you? What else do you need to be the strongest?”
  • and then he proceeds with cOMPARING HIM TO ALL MIGHT
  • MORE LIKE FUCKING
  • RIP ME
  • IN GODDAMN PIECES
  • i won’t be able to think about anything else for the rest of my always i’ve read this chapter dozens of times already life really is beautiful

anonymous asked:

Imagine Sans and Grillby showing up at the infirmary at 3AM because they have "somehow" managed to ignite the inside of Sans's skull with magical fire and they can't seem to be able to put it out

sans is way more nonchalant abt the whole ordeal

Before anyone even starts, you can show disgust and disappointment for Harry performing at the vsfs without putting the blame on Harry himself. Harry is not the one that decides where he will and will not perform, especially when it comes to such high profile shows that attract a lot of attention and publicity like the vsfs. Thank you, that is all.

30 Day Writing Challenge Day 5: Rain

The first thing Yuuri registered when he woke up was the soft pitter-patter of rain outside.

He smiled. Rain meant he could stay in bed just a little longer, since Victor liked to drag him out for a morning run. He liked running, but he also liked the feeling of just waking up, when your bed’s still warm and it’s the most comfortable place on Earth.

Yuuri pulled the sheets up to his neck and burrowed into his bed. He felt so nice, so warm and boneless. He could almost fall asleep again…

An ice cold hand traced over his side.

Yuuri shrieked and tried to wiggle away from the intrusion. An arm wrapped around his middle and pulled him back against a hard chest.

Yuuri turned over and saw a slightly blurred Victor. He smiled down at Yuuri and bent forward to kiss his forehead. Yuuri smiled and pushed his face into Victor’s neck. The hickey he left there last night stood out on his pale skin.

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Ever since Lio’s perfected his speak command, he’s figured out that the best way to wake me up at 4am is to softly boof at me from his bed.

I much prefer this over his previous strategy of sneezing in my face.

reading Seventeen's minds
  • Seungcheol: JEONGHAN omg he touched me he's so warm and I love his hair and I just
  • Jeonghan: omfg Coups needa chill I ain't about that life.. imma flip my hair so he'll get more frustrated
  • Joshua: o lord Jesus please let Seventeen do well at our next show.. and maybe give me some more time to speak in English because I kill that shit fam
  • Jun: mUST. AVOID. LOGOS.
  • Hoshi: imma squish squish, make them bitches swoon, then gaze seductively and indirectly impregnate millions
  • Wonwoo: I have no inspiration for these lyrics... well Mingyu is pretty cool, in a heterosexual, platonic way wOW IS IT HOT IN HERE?
  • Woozi: I fucking hate all of these people why am I here
  • DK: *birds chirping and beautiful music playing*
  • Mingyu: wow who is that? he's so handsome.. oh it's a mirror lmao hEY mirror-gyu ur lookin good 2day
  • The8: I don't understand any of what they're saying... just smile and nod, that shit always works
  • Seungkwan: is now an appropriate time to burst out into song? no? okay 1 2 3 gO
  • Vernon: *crickets*... did I load my macs before we left the dorm?
  • Dino: IN A FEW YEARS I WILL BE THE VISUAL FUCK ALL OF Y- oh hyung is coming gtg attack him with hugs

anonymous asked:

OMG YOUR ART IS ACTUALLY REALLY GOOD I WANT TO CRY

I’M

I LOVE YOU???

You just killed me there sorry thank you so much

THE MOMENT IVE BEEN WAITING FOR SINCE I REVEALED THAT ROXAS IS A FAKE BLOND IS FINALLY COMING!!! initially i was just gonna have him grow his roots out till it was all-natural brown again but…im impatient and too lazy to draw his roots anymore. ive been waiting forever to draw roxas w all-brown hair….soon…..so soon…..im so happy everyone…(꒦ິㅂ꒦ີ)

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‘haha yeah fight tim hes smol and nerdy’ 

noah fence but boy bested the league of assassins for funsies after bruce told him to fuck off bc he was in mid-brood

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Day 3: Bias eating

My baby knows how to eat really well~ Look at those cheeks ♡♡♡

30 Days Bias Challenge

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Demon Hunt RP

Sometimes time felt like a prankster, a mischievous little thing, specially when you’re waiting.
Minutes become hours, seconds to minutes, and as she stared at her reflection the girl couldn’t help but start picking at her appearance, finding more and more flaws the more she looked. There was wrinkle on her suit, they would probably think she was a slob if she didn’t bother fixing it, her ‘natural look’ makeup had failed to cover the tiny birthmark under her left eye, her just freshly washed hair would have looked shinier if she had accepted the maid’s advice to let the coconut oil sit for a few more minutes, her right boot was more polished than her left…
She could have continued, but finally the door opened to put an end to her nitpicking. A woman walked towards her, a beautiful one that on first sight would have just looked like an elegant sophisticated lady, but on a closer look, hidden behind her delicate long dress and jewelry, was the body of a someone who didn’t just spent their life drinking tea and throwing parties.

Her arms were covered in bracelets and silk sleeves to hide the various scars covering her skin, there was a slight hint of a limp on her walk, and her face was caked in god-knows how many layers of foundation and powder to hide an old burn mark on the left side of her face. Still, her smile hid those flaws better than any silk or jewelry, almost glowing with pride as she ran her left hand - and only hand-  over her daughter’s hair. ‘‘It’s time.’‘ She whispered, wrapping an arm around her shoulders to guide her to where the others awaited anxiously for her.
In an attempt to control and hide her growing anxiety, the girl focused on the details of the hall, which had been decorated with many, many white flowers to symbolize her innocence and purity. Her mother picked up a crown of white roses and placed it on her daughter’s hair. ‘‘Chin up, eyes froward and back straight, young lady.’‘ She instructed, quickly fixing her hair as the doors opened for them.

‘‘The Aguillard’s heir: Eris Aguillard.’‘ A butler declared loud and clear, silencing the room and the girl took that short moment to take in the crowd. There were were only about 20 people in the room, only half of them adults and the rest about her age, all staring at her with amusement or boredom, but all of the adults had two things in common. The first; they were all very obviously of wealthy families, wearing their best clothing an jewelry for this occasion, and the second; just like her mother, all of them hid scars and missing limbs behind expensive clothes and twinkling jewels.
Eris walked in with all the elegance and coldness that had been imposed to her ever since she learned how to walk, not looking into anybody’s eyes as she walked towards the only chair in the room. Their living room had been cleaned off any furniture just for that event, making that chair and her the center of all attention as she took her seat.
She didn’t bothered feeling insulted by the boredom apparent in the faces of some of the guests, she couldn’t blame them, it probably wasn’t very fun to watch a girl sitting on a chair for half an hour. She certainly wasn’t having more fun than them.

Watching from a corner in the room, the second child of the Aguillard’s, Fay, only one year younger than Eris herself, watched his sister with a sad yet caring smile. How cruel yet fitting of them, it was like throwing a party for a prisoner about to be hung, he mused o himself. The guests talked about her clothes, her luscious hair, complimenting her strong and icy expression and how she would surely bring great honors to the family, like her parents once had. Hair, clothes and expression, it was almost as if they were just having a nice pleasant tea party.
The young man’s smile soured a bit, watching the star of everybody’s attention tightening her grip on the arms of the chair, even though her expression never betrayed any emotion. He had to give it to her, she was a great actress.
Their eyes met for moments and he took that opportunity to give her a bright smile and thumbs up, which she responded with an hesitant half smile.

‘‘Dear friends.’‘ Eris jumped slightly as her mother rested her hand on her shoulder, her cold hand sending chills down her back. ‘‘We’ve reunited here to celebrate a very special occasion! My dearest Eris-’‘ She smiled down at her daughter and Eris wished she could take a photo. Such smiles were so rare nowadays. ‘‘She has finally turned 20, and today we’re here to welcome her to our elite, to celebrate her initiation into adulthood.’‘ Everybody raised their glasses at her, already used to this speech - and Josephine from the Walter’s house had also just hit her twenties last week, so the speech was still fresh in their ears.

Adulthood.
A word that in most families meant their children’s first step into the adult world, responsibilities, getting a job, finding a partner and starting their own family, it was said with a mix of excitement and fear.
Eris wouldn’t be able to get a partner until much later on tho, the boy thought dreadfully, she wouldn’t have the experience of working on shot retail, or at a cafe, making her first attempts on building serious relationships, suffer true rejection, adopt a pet to keep her company in lovely nights, going out with friends for a drink….. that wouldn’t be part of her life for a long time.
Because in their family and in a few others, adulthood had a much darker meaning to it.

The rest of the ceremony was as boring as any other, with speech after overly-dramatic speech, because her mother was an actress at heart and couldn’t just say ‘I’m proud of you’ without doing an half an hour speech. The guests were starting to get tired of standing and if it was not for the butlers handing treats and liquor, the complains would be quite louder. Even Eris found herself fidgeting only to quickly scold herself for the unlady-like behavior.
Fay on the other hand, when he wasn’t yawning on his corner, would start making faces to his sister when nobody was looking, managing to at the least make the corners of her lips tilt upwards.
It was with relief that everybody saw Miss Aguillard pick up her white crown of flowers and drop it in a plate full of a red liquid resembling blood, the final procedure. She waited for the flowers to be completely coated in red before picking them up again, shaking off the excess.

The wet and dripping crown was placed back on her head and it took all of her self-control to not cringe and wince as the red liquid soaked her carefully styled hair, dripping down her face and neck, probably staining her clothes forever.
‘’Your years of innocence are over, for you are no longer a child but a woman and a soon to be warrior, sure to bring honor to our family like all your ancestors did before.’‘ Her mother declared, and her youngest son couldn’t help but groan, covering his face in secondhand shame and some of the guests standing nearby him chuckled quietly, giving him sympathetic paths in the back.
Their small crowd clapped, mostly out of politeness and because they couldn’t wait for that to be over with, Miss Aguillard still oblivious to everybody’s boredom and discomfort.

Eris was finally allowed to stand up, but not to remove her bloody crown, forced to smile politely as one by one the guests offered her compliments and good luck for her journey, shaking her hand a bit too quickly as they proceeded to rush to the bouffet table.
Someone poked her side, a wide teasing grin caught by the corner of her eyes« alerting her of his presence before he even spoke. ‘‘Why, you look absolutely marvelous today, sis.’‘ Fay teased, watching as another drop of red drew a long line from her forehead to her nose. ‘‘Tho I must say, red isn’t really your color.’‘
Fay was the complete opposite of her, while everything about her sharp and cold, from her serious dark blue eyes, short black hair and straight posture, he was all light and warm, with a permanent smile on his face, light almond eyes and shoulder length blond hair. The only thing they had in common was how tall they both were, with Fay still managing to be taller than her tho, tricking people into thinking he was the oldest - much to his sister’s frustration.

‘‘I’d like to see you in this, dearest brother.’‘ Eris grumbled, before quickly smiling again when their mother glanced at them. ‘‘Please behave just for today, mother would be terribly disappointed if we brought her shame on such a special day.’‘ She whispered, cringing as another drop ran down her neck.
Fay sighed exasperatedly, dropping most of his weight on her as he leaned against her side, grinning as he felt her glare on him. ‘‘Ah yes, the very special ceremony of a girl sitting on a chair while the guests stand awkwardly, watching her weird mum drop a soaked  bouquet on top of her daughter’s head, making her look like the survivor of a bloody massac-’‘ He stopped, sensing her tense against him. Quickly straightening himself, Fay crossed his arms behind his back. ‘‘Sorry…’‘ He muttered gently, his eyes soft and sad as he watched her face become a cold shield again.
She grunted something in response, but couldn’t get herself to actually be mad at him. Fay was just like that after all, a playful but sweet boy, with a big mouth and sometimes said too much than he should, but sincere and gentle at heart. And no matter how many times he committed that one specific mistake, he was still her precious brother.

The evening went on and on, but Eris didn’t bothered to stay until the end of it, just long enough so that she wouldn’t look disrespectful and rude before seeking refuge in her bedroom. Fay was still entertaining the younger girls of their age, giving them gentle smiles that meant nothing but still allowed the girls to dream, enrolling in playful banter for the sake of his mother’s approval.
Eris leaned against the door, staring at the same mirror she had stared at all morning, her white suit almost completely stained in pink, soaked hair laying flat against her head, and her face caked in red. Carefully picking up her crown, Eris placed it on her desk to dry.
One long bath later, she managed to wash off most of the red from her head, back to standing in front of the mirror. She ran her hands down her nightgown, taking deep breaths as the familiar feeling of anxiety building up on her throat returned. ‘‘It’s gonna be okay.’‘ She whispered to herself, her hands now freely fidgeting with her gown. ‘‘Nothing to worry about. Mum did it. Dad did it. The twins did it. Grandma. Grandpa…’‘ She took another deep breath, refusing to look back at the mirror as her cold mask finally dropped, revealing an insecure, scared and anxious girl underneath. ‘‘If they did it, you can do it.’‘ She assured herself, gripping the mirror harder. ‘’It’ll be okay. Just find a partner, stick to them, never lose your sword, don’t have break downs, and more than anything, survive.’‘ She whispered to herself, repeating her mother’s words from yesterday. She wished she could believe them.

She would be fine. She had to be fine.