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JG: I started acting by doing a play in my dad’s barn, actually, that’s how I started acting. […] My dad trains and raises horses for a living, so he has a horse farm. And our first famous production was The Wizard of Oz.

Kelly: Incredible! And who did you play?

JG: Dorothy, obviously. My brother was the Tin man.

                                   — Jonathan Groff, Live with Kelly and Ryan, Oct. 18, 2017

Little : *crawls into even closer to CG*

CG: well hello there cutie, what are you up to?

Little: *blushes and snuggles intensify*

CG: awwwwww, well aren’t you adorable

Little: *happy noises*

He Doesn’t Deserve You

Summary: You move into your new apartment and have an awkward run in with your neighbor, making a very interesting first impression.

Warnings: angst, sexual tension (minor), smut, Steve x Reader, Bucky x Reader

A/N: I have so many drabbles to write but I needed a break and I thought this up. I was going to make this into a series but I didn’t wanna start another one so I just wrote it as a long fic (hence why it’s a little jumpy / fast paced). If you guys like this I can write a short series similar to this story (with some changes). Just let me know.


You looked around your new apartment, it was fully decorated with your things and it filled you with utter joy. You sighed as you sat on your bed, popping open a bottle of wine to let it breathe, waiting for your friends to show up. A knock on your door sent you flying towards it.

“Courtney! Michelle!” You swung the door open with a proud grin on your face. “How do you like the place?” 

“It’s so cute!” Michelle shrieked as she brushed passed you, taking in her surroundings. 

“Hmmm, not enough Star Wars decor.” Courtney followed Michelle, chuckling as she passed the hanging pictures of you guys from college.

“Raegan couldn’t make it?” You cocked an eyebrow, worried for your newly engaged friend. “She too busy with Noah?”

“Technically, she’s planning the wedding and driving him nuts.” Michelle giggled and poured herself a glass of wine. “Now, let’s get this pizza eating, wine drinking, and Netflix bingeing started!” 

Four episodes into the first season of Grey’s Anatomy and the three of you were blabbering, laughing, drunk idiots. You were shouting at the tv, telling the characters that they were doing regretful, silly things. You were voted the door answerer when a loud banging echoed in your apartment. 

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anonymous asked:

DOPPELGÄNGER!! =DDD Wanna see who's the strongest at baseball?? The winner gets to pet Ichimatsu-niisan's tummy!! èwé {@jyushimatsurepliez here! Sorry for sending in an ask so late but I just had to TwT Love your art! <3}

@jyushimatsurepliez

summaries i wrote to help me remember each eurovision act
  • israel: dudebro #1 singing forgettable song
  • poland: boring wedding dress power ballad smh who cares
  • belarus: hipster vegan couple tongue on stage
  • austria: dreamworks chumbawamba dude
  • armenia: three witches from macbeth but sexy
  • netherlands: obligatory inspiring self-love song (still good tho)
  • moldova: everyone needs a fake saxophone at their wedding
  • hungary: very traditional very nice very hungarian
  • italy: gay gorilla???
  • denmark: suspicious australian girl
  • portugal: beautiful, chill, half-hair ponytail
  • azerbaijan: skeleton chalkboard horse ladder
  • croatia: personality crisis
  • australia: hello cutie what you doin later
  • greece: gay water men and their mama
  • spain: upbeat cheekbone surfer dudes
  • norway: murder your mental issues w/ techno
  • uk: welsh mermaid with PIPES
  • cyprus: something about gravity idk it was kinda boring
  • romania: yodel rap bitches
  • germany: TITANIUUUUUUUM
  • ukraine: punk guys wearing... hospital gowns?
  • belgium: booooooring
  • sweden: middle aged boy band
  • bulgaria: fuckboy in training
  • france: yawn, but a yawn that reminds me i am gay

derpsmoshygoodness  asked:

Hi Misha! I love your art, they're amazing! Can you do a little tutorial of how you draw Dan and Phil? Cause I kinda struggle on how to draw those cuties :3

Hello!! First of all THANK YOU!! <3 I’m sorry for answering only just now. I’ve never done a tutorial before so I hope this will help you at least a bit haha. 

I usually start with a really messy sketch and then clear it along the way but here’s a little breakdown on how I sketch their faces (keep in mind that I draw them in a stylised/cartoon-ish way :D):

As you can see, their faces are quite rounded, phil’s face is a little bit longer. I feel like dan has a little bit more rounded chin as well.

Their eyes and eyebrows are different too. Phil’s eyebrows are thinner than dan’s and his eyes are very big and round :) Dan’s eyes are more almond shaped.

Phil’s nose is very courved from the side, wheres Dan’s nose is straight.

Idk if this will help you but here’s my drawing process. As I said, I like to do just a quick messy sketch at the beginning and than change things and proportions and stuff like that later as i continue drawing. :)

Floral

I remember writing this just after H’s 23rd birthday, and to take revenge on @dadshirtking​, so here it is again! Any feedback is appreciated xx

The party was in full swing and you were having a great time, sipping a vodka and lime. The place was packed with people, half of which you didn’t even know. It became clear to you that your boyfriend had a lot of friends, ones you hadn’t been introduced to, but you were fine with that. You weren’t a fan of being the centre of attention. It was his birthday party. Tonight was Harry’s night.

23 years he had lived and what a wonderful 23 years they had been. This year was a big year for him. His film would be released in July and he was working on his debut solo album. Just being proud of him was a massive understatement. You and Harry had only been dating for about a year but your heart bloomed with so much love for him that sometimes, it was hard for you to contain it. You loved him more than you ever thought you could love anybody but Harry had that handsome charm that made you fall under his spell within seconds.

Just as you helped yourself to some nibbles on the table, a unique British accent hit your ears. You had never met her but you were a huge fan of her. How could you not be? She was Adele! She came up to the table and popped an olive in her mouth, holding a glass of bubbly in her hand. She caught you looking at her and smiled sweetly.

“Hello there, love!”

“Hi.” You squeaked.

“Aren’t you a cutie? What’s your name?”

“I’m (Y/N).”

“What a gorgeous name! So, how do you know our lovely Harold?” She asked. You weren’t offended that she didn’t know who you were. How could Adele know you? You were just about to answer her when you felt a hand place itself on your waist. You knew his touch, you didn’t have to look up to know who the hand belonged to.

“Hello, baby. I see you’ve met Adele.” His smooth deep voice never failed to make your heart beat a little faster than normal. Adele’s gaze darted from you to Harry then back to you, her eyes widening as her hand went to her mouth in shock.

“Oh, dear, you’re Harry’s girl, aren’t you? I’m so sorry, love, I had no idea!” She reached out and clasped your hand in hers, asking for forgiveness. You told her it was OK, giving her a small smile, because you still couldn’t believe you were standing in front of Adele. She wished Harry a happy birthday before taking another olive and going off to chat with some other people.

“Wow.” You choked out.

“Wow what?”

“Harry, you know how much I love Adele! I can’t believe I actually spoke to her!”

“You are adorable when you’re excited.” Harry chuckled. You turned your body to face him and smiled up at him. Why on earth did he have sunglasses on his head at night, you had no idea, but you didn’t ask. The patterned shirt he wore was a birthday present from you. It was no secret to anyone that Harry had a unique fashion sense so the moment you saw the shirt in the shop window, it was a no-brainer for you to buy it for him.

“Are you enjoying your party?” You asked.

“Of course, baby. Especially because you’re here, wearing these pants.”

You glanced down at your legs and remembered the look on Harry’s face when he first saw you in these pants. Red floral pants, very Harry Styles-like, skin-tight and perfectly hugging your curves. Stealing my ideas of clothes, are you? He had said when you walked out into the living room earlier today. What could you say? His sense in fashion was rubbing off on you.

“I know you like them.”

“I love them.” Harry corrected you.

“It’s a shame the boys couldn’t make it.” You said, playing with one of the buttons on his shirt. Even though the other lads were in L.A., they were busy with their own lives and working on their solo music. And Harry understood that.

“I know. But they texted me this morning and they’ll probably tweet me as well. It’s all good. All I need on my birthday is you.”

He was such a sap and you loved that about him. He could be sexy but extremely cheesy too. You giggled a little and blushed. His lips touched your cheek and teased your jawline as you squeaked his name. Then, his mouth was on yours, and you couldn’t care less if pictures were being taken of you two. Harry was happy with you and he had a right to show it.

“I love you, (Y/N).”

“I love you too, birthday boy.” You whispered against his lips, giving him one more kiss and patting his chest. Harry reached behind you and grabbed a glass of vodka and lemon from the table, clinking his glass with yours. You wrapped your arm around his waist as he pressed a kiss to your temple, the stain of alcohol on his tongue. You inhaled your boyfriend’s musky scent mixed with his Tom Ford cologne, knowing it would not be the alcoholic drinks that would be the result of your intoxication. It would be Harry.

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seduce ; jeon jungkook

genre: some dirty stuff in there, so a lil smut ft my badass humour 

summary: you’re forced to seduce jungkook, who your spy team really despises and who you’re enemies with, but you think you feel different towards him. || spy, playboy jungkook lmfao

ALSO: those in your spy team are jimin, taehyung, areum, you and jiyeon. in jungkook’s team are namjoon, him, hoseok, eunbi and naeyoung.

jjang = cheers! 

your spy team were the opponents of jungkook’s team, you’ve been trying to beat each other at missions for almost two years, and the bickering between the calls of saying, “we’re ahead first. watch out.” never got old. your team were also really sarcastic and it was pretty funny to watch when others wouldn’t answer the sarcastic saying.

“you want me to seduce that jungkook?!” you spat out the cold beer from your mouth. “no no, guys, i love you and all that, but i can’t seduce him- he has a fucking girlfriend, for crying out loud!”

“of course, what other jungkook would there be?” jiyeon said sarcastically. 

“kim jungkook. park jungkook, i dunno.” you said.

“y/n, that’s your only choice.” jimin spoke, who was in your spy team gang sorta thing. “c’mon.”

“why me?” you ask.

“because you know jungkook,” areum said as she placed her laptop in front of her, “you’re like.. the only person out of us five who talked to him before.”

“i talked to him because i was a foolish bitch,” you said, “what is it that we need?”

“kim namjoon, who’s in jungkook’s team, stole our fucking monitor.” areum groaned, “the monitor we use to track down the situations we needed to save, since they didn’t have it. thought they were the rich assholes out of us.”

“why didn’t we just get him arrested,” you roll your eyes, “at least i won’t get to fucking seduce jeon jungkook. what if he was going to propose to eunbi?”

“first, screw eunbi for a second, would we?” taehyung said, “you need to do it, please. for us. jungkook’s gotten more serious about defending themselves because of us. we need to get the fake id we use to get in the club in seoul, and he has it. you’re our only hope.”

“okay.. fine.” you sigh, placing the bottle of beer on the glass table and falling back onto the black, leather loveseat. 


your phone began to go off and you chuckled bitterly at the ringer.

“who’s that?” jiyeon asked.

“it’s jungkook.” immediately, taehyung, jimin and areum surrounded you.

“hello?” you say and put him on speaker.

“hi cutie,” jungkook called and you rolled your eyes. taehyung cringed from beside.

“thought you had a girlfriend,” you chuckled and areum covered her mouth. “what do you want, jeon?”

“good luck on the mission, i wanted to say.” you can sense the smirk in his voice. “there’s an extra one signed up for both of our teams.”

“what is it?”

“there’s this hidden watch at the seoul casino near downtown,” jungkook said, “we have to deliver it to our managers. it’s first served. wish you luck.”

“wish you luck my ass.” you rolled your eyes, “we can handle three missions easily, as we have trained for three years. unlike your.. rookie team. only for a year.”

“we were called professionals, excuse me.” jungkook said, “maybe i’ll see you at the casino, cutie.”

“don’t call me that.” you growled. you hung up and clenched your jaw.

“y/n.. uh, breakfast is done.” jimin smiled innocently at you.

you take a deep breath, “we’re going to focus on the missions.”


areum, the leader of cameras and monitors, types in into her laptop.

“looks like jungkook and his gang aren’t at home..” areum said as you stare out of the house they stayed in. “i’m looking at every single camera and none of them are showing. let me check where they are.”

“don’t see their cars.” jimin said, “i think we’re able to get the monitors and the fake id.”

you nod as you and jimin put in the ear piece, it wasn’t convenient at the moment but you never know if they have bodyguards around the house. you and jimin get out of the black van and stare at it.

“can you both hear me?” taehyung said, who was in charge of the ear pieces. you and jimin were always the ones who got out of the van and ended up doing the mission, while jiyeon kept the codes, even if they were such a secret.

“yep,” you and jimin said at the same time. you gripped jimin’s hand for support and he gave you a faint smile. you both snuck from the back.

“okay,” taehyung said, “jiyeon said the code is 7569.”

you punch the code in and the door opened, revealing the clean, shiny inside of the house. it was too quiet, you were surprised they didn’t have maids and kept this clean.

“they are such rich assholes,” jimin laughed, “like.. rich..”

“whatever,” you sigh, “tae, put areum on hold.”

“what do you need?” areum asked.

“where’s the id and the monitors?”

“they’re in jungkook’s office. obviously i don’t know what draw it might be so you have to look.”

“god.. where is his office? this place is a fucking maze..” jimin mutters.

“oh, go to the left staircase and it’s the third door.” areum said, “are you settled?”

“we found it.” jimin said. was jungkook’s office really an office? in your thoughts, it looked like a luxury room. a huge laptop, a huge smart tv, a couch, a desk, maybe it was secretly.

you and jimin began to look at the draws, “and jungkook said it was hard to find.”

“you found it?” you looked at jimin as he held the monitor and id. he nodded, proudly. “okay, let’s get out of here.”

he grabbed your hand as you swiftly got yourselves out of the house.

“y/n?” you hear his voice. you gulped and you turned around.

“hey,” jungkook smirked. “you thought i wasn’t gone? well, i was here waiting for you.”

“playboy,” you mutter. 

“y/n, do something.” jiyeon said.

“it’s nice to see you too, jungkook.” you fake smile, rubbing your left arm.

“nice to see you with your.. boyfriend?” he pointed at jimin. “i thought you could do better.”

“i feel bad for your girlfriend, eunbi.. man, it must suck that her boyfriend’s sweet-talking with another girl.” jimin said.

jungkook changed the topic, “so, you found the id and monitors, huh?”

“we’re leaving.” you turned around and jimin followed.

you and jimin began to walk to the car.

“that went.. smoother..” jiyeon said as taehyung began to drive, “you’re not affected by jungkook’s words, right?”

“he’s just a fuckboy.” you said, “his attitude suits his looks for all i care.”

you sipped your water bottle. “now, we have to prepare for the real mission.”


placing your gold earrings, you sighed as you looked at yourself in the mirror. you were wearing a red skater dress with a v cut on the back, and you prayed that the shoulders won’t fall off. you paired it with white heels you borrowed from areum, and you placed your ear piece in since all of you were taking part to find the watch.

“look at you, grown up.” areum smirked, “or.. is it to seduce jungkook?”

“none,” you said, “are the cameras all set?”

“yup, jiyeon’s got the tracking monitor working. jungkook’s gang are heading to the casino.” areum placed her phone in her bag.

“are you all ready?” taehyung asked as he adjusted his hair at the corridor mirror. jimin came after him, shoving his phone in his pocket.

“yep,” you, areum and jiyeon said.

“good luck.” areum looked at you and jimin.

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Floral

Once again taking revenge on @dadshirtking​! Enjoy, my princess!


The party was in full swing and you were having a great time, sipping a vodka and lime. The place was packed with people, half of which you didn’t even know. It became clear to you that your boyfriend had a lot of friends, ones you hadn’t been introduced to, but you were fine with that. You weren’t a fan of being the centre of attention. It was his birthday party. Tonight was Harry’s night.

23 years he had lived and what a wonderful 23 years they had been. This year was a big year for him. His film would be released in July and he was working on his debut solo album. Just being proud of him was a massive understatement. You and Harry had only been dating for about a year but your heart bloomed with so much love for him that sometimes, it was hard for you to contain it. You loved him more than you ever thought you could love anybody but Harry had that handsome charm that made you fall under his spell within seconds.

Just as you helped yourself to some snacks on the table, a unique British accent hit your ears. You had never met her but you were a huge fan of her. How could you not be? She was Adele! She came up to the table and popped an olive in her mouth, holding a glass of bubbly in her hand. She caught you looking at her and smiled sweetly.

“Hello there, love!”

“Hi.” You squeaked.

“Aren’t you a cutie? What’s your name?”

“I’m (Y/N).”

“What a gorgeous name! So, how do you know our lovely Harold?” She asked. You weren’t offended that she didn’t know who you were. How could Adele know you? You were just about to answer her when you felt a hand place itself on your waist. You knew his touch, you didn’t have to look up to know who the hand belonged to.

“Hello, baby. I see you’ve met Adele.” His smooth deep voice never failed to make your heart beat a little faster than normal. Adele’s gaze darted from you to Harry then back to you, her eyes widening as her hand went to her mouth in shock.

“Oh, dear, you’re Harry’s girl, aren’t you? I’m so sorry, love, I had no idea!” She reached out and clasped your hand in hers, asking for forgiveness. You told her it was OK, giving her a small smile, because you still couldn’t believe you were standing in front of Adele. She wished Harry a happy birthday before taking another olive and going off to chat with some other people.

“Wow.” You choked out.

“Wow what?”

“Harry, you know how much I love Adele! I can’t believe I actually spoke to her!”

“You are adorable when you’re excited.” Harry chuckled. You turned your body to face him and smiled up at him. Why on earth did he have sunglasses on his head at night, you had no idea, but you didn’t ask. The patterned shirt he wore was a birthday present from you. It was no secret to anyone that Harry had a unique fashion sense so the moment you saw the shirt in the shop window, it was a no-brainer for you to buy it for him.

“Are you enjoying your party?” You asked.

“Of course, baby. Especially because you’re here, wearing these pants.”

You glanced down at your legs and remembered the look on Harry’s face when he first saw you in these pants. Red floral pants, very Harry Styles-like, skin-tight and perfectly hugging your curves. Stealing my ideas of clothes, are you? He had said when you walked out into the living room earlier today. What could you say? His sense in fashion was rubbing off on you.

“I know you like them.”

“I love them.” Harry corrected you.

“It’s a shame the boys couldn’t make it.” You said, playing with one of the buttons on his shirt. Even though the other lads were in L.A., they were busy with their own lives and working on their solo music. And Harry understood that.

“I know. But they texted me this morning and they’ll probably tweet me as well. It’s all good. All I need on my birthday is you.”

He was such a sap and you loved that about him. He could be sexy but extremely cheesy too. You giggled a little and blushed. His lips touched your cheek and teased your jawline as you squeaked his name. Then, his mouth was on yours, and you couldn’t care less if pictures were being taken of you two. Harry was happy with you and he had a right to show it.

“I love you, (Y/N).”

“I love you too, birthday boy.” You whispered against his lips, giving him one more kiss and patting his chest. Harry reached behind you and grabbed a glass of vodka and lemon from the table, clinking his glass with yours. You wrapped your arm around his waist as he pressed a kiss to your temple, the stain of alcohol on his tongue. You inhaled your boyfriend’s musky scent mixed with his Tom Ford cologne, knowing it would not be the alcoholic drinks that would be the result of your intoxication. It would be Harry.

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@ladywaterfall has picked the probably least drawn G2 pony ever, so here I am, on my way to fix this, starting with a reference so people can join in on the G2 drawing fun.