his best face ever

Guess who just got murdered~

Some sketches for my favorite dorito shaped demon, rest in pieces lol

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Fanboy Wonho is honestly the purest and sweetest

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No one believed me, but I knew.

I guess I had my best Misha op ever.

The look on his face when I explained that after the aborted Gishwhes announcement I wanted an op that expressed my frustrations and that I’d like to strangle him or shake him by the lapels was pure sweetness. He honest to God loked deeply touched to have inspired that. Then he gently took my wrists and placed them around his neck.

And that is the story of how I died.

So this just happened....

I’m working and a delivery guy who tries to chat me up every time he arrives decides today is the day to get to know me better.

I’m monosyllabic towards him because I’m not into him and he’s getting desperate. My boss (thinking he’s helping me out), throws the guy a bone by asking me if I’ve read any good books lately. (My boss knows my love of books. I stick my tongue out at him when the delivery guy isn’t looking.)

Delivery guy: So you’re a reader! What’s your favorite quote from a book?

Me: (looking him directly in the eye for the first time). ’ ‘I love you’ I said and stabbed him.’

I wish I could describe the look on his face!! Best. Time. Ever. for my brain to remember a book quote!

squint at where you’re from

oops sometimes you gotta

spoilers for 413, bellamy/clarke, 1600 words, gen. AO3!


Even though it’s not really the same as coming down in the first time, Bellamy still has this strange sense of deja vu as he looks at the door. The ship is smaller, he has fewer people with him, he feels both more and less sure of what he’ll find. They tried to hit the only spot of green they could see, but the controls are a mess, so he’s not sure they got to it. The whole fucking ship is a mess, built out of whatever scrap they could salvage. Even with six years to perfect it, the thing is still held together with spit and prayer, according to Raven.

But it got them to the ground. They’re back.

“Just open the fucking door!” says Raven, and Bellamy lets out a long breath and finally hits the release.

He knows what he’s hoping for: clean air, plants, blue sky. And he gets all of those.

He just also gets a girl, maybe ten or eleven, with brown hair in braids, pointing a gun at him. Which is honestly fairly encouraging; someone survived, and they have firearms. So she probably came out of the bunker.

He puts his hands up on reflex.

“Hey, uh–we come in peace,” he tries, and then says it again in Trig, for good measure. He doesn’t recognize her, but that doesn’t mean anything. She could be from another clan; there are plenty of them he doesn’t know. Or–his heart trips on the thought–she could be a nightblood. She could have survived because of that, and if she survived–

The girl pulls her gun back and looks at him critically. “Are you Bellamy Blake?”

He blinks a few times. “Um, yeah. I’m Bellamy Blake.”

“Really?”

She sounds skeptical, which doesn’t make any fucking sense. She’s the one who brought it up. There’s no reason for her not to believe him.

“Yeah, really. Did you come out of the bunker? Is my sister with you? Octavia?”

You’re Bellamy?” she says, like she didn’t hear him. She’s making a face like something smells odd. “I thought you’d be taller.”

Taller?” he asks.

Raven pokes her head out. “It’s been five minutes and you’re already being held at gunpoint? You sure have a way with people, Bellamy.”

“Look, we don’t want to hurt you,” he tells the girl. “Just–”

“I know,” she says. “You just want to see Clarke.”

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Touch | NSFW

Summary: You needed a study break, and let’s just say things got touchy.

Characters: Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: smut, cursing, d*ddy kink

Word Count: 989

A/N: 18+ only please!! Since y’all were being nasty the other day, here’s a quick one that y’all inspired me to write.

“Babe,” Tom had said, but you didn’t hear him, “(Y/N)!” he screamed making you jolt away from your school work.

“Sorry. I was blasting the music. What is it, Tom?” you said.

“Come lay down for a while. You’ve been studying all day. You need to relax.”

You thought about it and didn’t fight against it. You took the ear buds out and placed everything on the desk, and crawled into bed with Tom.

“You seem tense, love. Take your shirt off and lay on your stomach. I bet you have knots from that horrid desk chair,” he said, kissing your head.

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