hmm idk if i like this one or not

Tagged by @crispykrimi (Oh my gosh thanks for tagging!)

Rules: Answer 11 questions, Make 11 of your own, Tag 11 people 

What is one thing you like to think about before you go to sleep? Ummm well I mostly daydream about fic ideas and stuff like that lol, but I bet thats true for a lot of us around here.

What’s the most useful thing someone has taught you? Ohh, hmmm, this is a tricky one… Mmmaybe just some healthier coping mechanisms for my anxiety?? IDK… 

When you think of home, what kind of smells do you remember? Fabreze and slow cooking meat (not together, obviously ahahaha)

Do you remember the first time you saw snow? Nope!

If you could produce a patronus, what memory would you use? Oh, good question… hmm… My last trip to Disneyland maybe????

What kind of shoes do you usually wear? Nikes but recently I’ve gotten a pair of vans too.

Scarves or fuzzy socks? Fuzzy socks!!!

What is your hot drink of choice? Hot chocolate!

What’s the first time you remember feeling inspired to create something? Ooohhhhh. Well it would have been when I was reeeeaally young, maybe when I came up with stories for the imaginary friends I had at the time?

Did you have a favorite toy when you were a child? Yes! It was a stuffed anthropomorphic rabbit named Honey Bunny!

What song makes you feel nostalgic? Not a specific song but more a genre I guess: any 90s grunge rock that came on the radio a lot when I was a kid lol!

And now I think I’ll actually do one of these properly for once and come up with some questions and tag people. Let’s see…

1. What was the first movie/show that scared you as a kid?

2. What was your first fandom? (As in what was the first property that you actively searched for fan content for and/or interacted with other fans.)

3. Favorite mythical creature?

4. Favorite disney movie?

5. What fictional character do you relate to the most?

6. What’s the song you’ve been listening to on repeat recently? 

7. Favorite video game?

8. What’s the dream fandom project that you still have in your head but have yet to start? 

9. Do you collect anything? If so, what?

10. Favorite food?

11. What do you usually wear to bed?

I taaaag… @redphlox @makapedia @silly-twin-stars @san-likes-ashitaka @thesockswhowearsfox @jaded-envy (i’m not sure what blog you want me to tag you as ;o;) @guacamoletrash @sahdah and um… I’m running out of people so I guess I’ll just leave it there… you don’t have to do it obviously!

Does mod g have a crush? who the hell knows

Day 1: Friends and Rivals mom asked me to do a cute mug design for her to buy…this is the cutest I could do ^^’

Redbubble & Society 6

so i was talking (loudly) to my brother about one of my ships, and i hear from the other room my mom saying to one of my relatives “she’s very protective of the gays”

she knows

the-angry-walnut-fairy  asked:

I didn't know you read Sakana too!! Who's your favorite? (I can't help but like Taro)

SAKANA is awesome! The creator Madeline Rupert is one of my biggest artistic inspirations plus she’s a really cool person!
Hmm, my favorite character… Hmmmmmm…
Idk how to chose, I love them all?! O:

fullview probably! thenks

always wanted to do that thing where u draw anime ppl in a rl pic so i chose this picture i took at didneyworl like last october?? the only one where there’s like, no rl ppl lmaoooo

k so i have approx 4 hours until this coffee wears off & i can go to sleep. that sounds like just enough time to fall in love, internally wrestle with some existential conflict regarding that love, break my own heart, and fall out of love again. who is keen?

anonymous asked:

I DON'T KNOW IF YOU'VE ALREADY DONE THIS, IF SO, I APOLOGIZE! But like, the RFA+ V & Saeran with a female MC that likes to be the dominant one? (Like, not just sexually, but generally doesn't really like to be looked down upon/seen as inferior/weak. Like, how Jumin loves to want to "protect" MC and sees her as fragile but she's having none of his shit)

A/N: I! FUCKING! LIVE! FOR! THIS! I am such a dominant women in most aspects and as MUCH as I absolutely LOVE Jumin, I cannot stand the whole “must protect lil baby MC” liKE BITCH I CAN THROW YOU. LEAVE ME ALONE ~Admin 404

Anyway, I hope this is okay for you! I tried to think of what would make someone dominant;;


               -He went with Saeyoung to confront the hacker because he wanted to prove to you he could be a man

               -A man protects his beloved!!!!!

               -And it was adorable. You appreciated that he wanted to protect you and when you officially met, you let it go

               -But as your relationship advanced, he quickly realized that you were way more dominant that he has assumed and he /liked/ it

               -Hearing and seeing you take charge for even simple things like deciding where to have lunch got him excited

               -There was no wondering what you were thinking because you were so blunt and you were so independent, he loved it so much

               -Would he protect you? Yes, over and over again if it comes down to it.

               -But his personality is naturally more relaxed and playful so he’s a lot happier with you being more in charge of the relationship instead of him!

               -And he is always so proud of you? You’re strong willed and will fight to get your way no matter who you’re talking to and never let people look down on you for any reason

               -He’s just like your puppy? He follows you around, always excited! You can get a certain tone to your voice and he’s calmed down and waiting for whatever you have to say. he especially loves it in the bedroom


               -You loved him but you HATED that he was always:

               -“Princess! Just leave it to me, I am your prince, after all~”

               -Not to mention he loved to just pick you up and spin you around, putting you down only after you demand it

               -“Haha, MC, you’re so cute!”

               -Yeah buddy you’re gonna think I’m real fucking cute when I thrOW YOU

               -Ladies shouldn’t do this and ladies need to do that but you??? Were just yourself???

               -You knew you were sexy just like he knew he was, you weren’t about to pretend you were some cute little girl and just hide what you got

               -Constantly wearing whatever you want. Whether it contours to your body and shows your curves or it’s something low-cut and shows what you’ve got. You’re comfortable and you know you’ve got it going on

               -He loved that about you, but he also constantly tried to cover you up because??? Now everyone can see how beautiful and sexy you are?? And he just wants you all to himself instead???

               -So even if he begs you to change your outfit, you tell him if he doesn’t have to hide what he’s got, then neither do you. The two of you become the Sexy Duo™ and as much as he /loves it/ he also /hates it/ because nO ONE LOOK AT HIS MC. DON’T DO IT. NO


               -You’re both very strong independent women but the both of you accidently… try to out dominate each other

               -You both co-own the coffee shop but no one can tell who the boss is because you’re both… in that position

               -Both call the shots and both thrive in the position of power

               -But god she has so much respect for you??? You take no one’s shit and you are so calm when met with criticism

               -Her favourite part is that you take absolutely no excuses.

               -If there’s a reason you didn’t succeed, you never turned to excuses

               -“Oh it was the other persons fault” “The machine messed up” Nothing like that

               -If someone’s order is messed up you take full responsibility because it was simple human error, you know that! It was your fault and you will stand there even as people scream at you

               -And she thinks that is amazing? You’re such a strong, powerful soul to just stand there and deal with people yelling and screaming and even when you go home, she expects you to let your emotions loose and cry but… you don’t?

               -She knows the two of you fight for that sort of dominance aura but in all honesty it’s things like this that make her just bow down to you because you definitely deserve it


               -He always wants to protect you and he thinks you’re so tiny and fragile

               -If he wasn’t personally protecting you, he has about 50 body guards all around you at all times

               -Which really pissed you off because you were fully capable of taking care of yourself.

               -After all, you handled the whole situation with the hacker and the whole Fiancé Fiasco™, you were strong

               -But as stubborn as he was, you were too.

               -He’s always asking if you’re okay and if you need anything but what he doesn’t seem to realize is that you aren’t afraid to ask for things you want. Even sexually

               -So it really threw him off when, at a dinner party, you pulled him aside and looked him in the eyes, straight up telling him you wanted him then and there

               -He choked on his wine he was not expecting that

               -You noticed how he reacted and decided that maybe this is what it would take to get him to /listen/ to you about not being some quiet, pretty little princess

               -From then on, you’d have to tell him exactly what you wanted at any given moment, catching him off guard. But it was fun watching him scramble to regain dominance and provide you with what you wanted


               -He knew you were the dominant one personality wise and he was Living™ for it

               -He could be in bed all he wanted, you were fine with that, but most of the time you’re calling the shots

               -Which is a good thing because you really help with his impulse control!

               -“MC CAN I-” “No Saeyoung you can’t jump off of the roof I’ve already told you this”

               -“I’M GONNA BUY ANOTHER BABY” “No Saeyoung you gotta pay the electricity bill first”

               -“MC I bought a goat” “Take it back”

               -He even loves that you’re dominant physically too like, all he has to do is climb on top of you and that was it

               -You wouldn’t let him being on you stop you from getting up and doing whatever you have to

               -Sometimes you’re just carrying him bridal style around the house while he’s dressed up like a princess and Saeran literally hates the both of you

               -But all messing around aside, he really admires that you’re so strong, and you’re always there for him when he can’t be and he couldn’t love anyone else more than he loves you


               -He’s really laid back and such a push over

               -It doesn’t take much to be a dominant woman around him;;;

               -But his favourite part about you being the more dominant one, was that you were able to tell people no

               -Getting invited to a lot of events he just doesn’t want to go to… he can always count on you to stand your ground and tell them no thank you, without feeling guilted into going

               -Another aspect of your personality that he loves is that you’re never one to complain or whine about anything?

               -Every now and then you open up to him and will complain about things that are /truly/ bothering you

               -But otherwise, you’re all smiles and the strong one that everyone can depend on

               -And he loves it!! You’re always there to lend a hand to your friends and listen to their problems, suggesting some ways to fix any of their problems

               -You’re always walking with your chin up, no matter how you feel, and he is In Love™

               -Never once thought of you as “weak” because someone who could just show up at some strangers apartment solely to return a phone is?? Amazing???? And brave?? And just- who would think that is weak?


               -He would never let someone overtake his dominance, he worked so hard to acquire it and it just wasn’t happening

               -So quite often, the two of you would butt heads. The love is still there of course, it’s usually just stupid things like “I’m picking the movie” “the fuck you are”

               -But he liked to think you were physically weak??

               -You’re this cute, little thing there’s no way you’re capable of protecting yourself

               -So he’s always really close to you so he’s able to protect you

               -There have been multiple times where he had pushed you behind him just to tell some guy off and you /hated/ it

               -At one point, he put his hand on your shoulder, getting ready to put you behind him but you had enough

               -Grabbing his hand and forearm, you flipped him over your shoulder and onto the ground, both him and the other guy completely in shock

               -Looking between the both of them, you flip them the bird and just walk away

               -He’s embarrassed but holy /hell/ he is attracted to you 10 times more because he had no idea you were capable of that?? You just flipped him over your shoulder like he was nothing??? Beautiful??


Ranting time with Vanessa 😭

Ugh so I’m kinda frustrated about my Spanish class lol and I need to rant 😂 basically I really want to learn Spanish because 1.) I want to be able to talk to my grandparents in Spanish! They speak English too but I want to surprise them one day with BOOM fluent Spanish you know? 2.) I want to learn because I know we have a lot of viewers who speak Spanish but don’t speak English!

So basically I’m sitting in class today taking a quiz that I studied hard for and I start to tear up because I can’t remember several words and I come to a realization of “This is not how a language should be taught!” I’m sitting there panicking because I can’t remember simple words! It’s almost like I’m gonna end up hating Spanish because of stress and how I can’t remember words. Our teacher (she’s very sweet and amazing) moves so fast like I literally just learn how to say “step brother” and then we’re on a new chapter.

I can understand a lot of Spanish and I do know a lot of words but I can’t speak it and ugh it’s so frustrating.

My mom speaks Spanish fluently and she helps me with hw or else it’ll take me about 5 hours to do it and sometimes it seems like she wants to say “come on it’s so simple!” Ahhhh but it’s so hard for meeeee 😭😭😭 if I could learn And teach myself spanish at my own pace, I could learn it faster and better. For example, some of you may or may not know but I’m really into kpop lol. So one day I was literally like “hmm… I wanna learn Korean!” Now, I don’t know Korean fluently, but I know a ton of basics like Hello, goodbye, good night, where is the milk 😂 lol things like that but literally I can read anything in Korean. Idk what I’m reading most of the time but I know how to read it! I learned how to read Korean in 2 days. It was so easy to learn because I did it my own pace and at my own time.

So my overall point I guess is that if you want to learn a language, taking a class for school is not the only way to do it. Do it on your own. There are a ton of programs out there that teach languages. Obviously I am learning some Spanish in this class but not the right way, in my opinion. Some people may find it easier to learn another language in a class room with other people! But for me… nope it’s so hard ugh. But I will keep pushing and not give up!! Anyways I’m done ranting about Spanish… Thanks for reading my rant lol. I love you guys or should I say te amo! ❤️ OR 사랑해 ❤️😂 ~ nessa

you can’t (stanley uris)

requested by anonymous:  This was for the prompts but could you do a stan one using “I can’t stand the thought of losing you” and “don’t die on me”

i feel like crying :( i love angst oof oh and like has anybody heard the song “too good at goodbyes” by sam smith? it’s a great sad song and i feel like making a fic to it, idk hmm

pair: stan x reader

warnings: angst, cussing maybe?

prompts | request here

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“y/n, it got beverly.” bill panted, the others behind and you dropped your library books.

“let’s go.” you say and run out the library, hopping onto your bike, the others following suit. you didn’t hesitate for any second. you didn’t even think about the terrors that will haunt you through the rest of your nights. 

you didn’t even consider how anybody else would feel.

once everybody got to the neibolt house, you threw your bike down and ran up the creaky, moldy wooden steps to the door and opened it.

“come on, hurry we need to get bev!” you rush them as they walk up the steps.

“y-y/n’s r-right, we n-need to go in t-together. th-that w-way, it c-can’t g-get us.” bill stammered, his stutter laced with determination.

“stan?” ben asked, and everyone turned towards the door where stan was frozen to.

“stan? come on.” you coax and he locked eyes with you. scared ones to determined, scared ones. you tried to convince him like how all best friends ddo through their eyes but he looked away.

“we need to talk first.” stan says and he turns back and walks back down the steps.

you turn back to bill and look at him, silently asking him for permission to get stan.

“h-hurry, b-beverly n-needs us.”

you thanked him and ran out the door to get to stan, placing your hand on his shoulder to signal you’re there, “stan? what’s wrong?”

he shook your shoulder off, his expression cold and terrified, causing you to frown.

“you can’t go in there.” he said simply, crossing his hands in front of his chest.

“what’d you mean can’t? you don’t own me stan.” you sass, popping your hip out.

“no, not like that. i just- you just can’t go in there. go home and i’ll go.” stan nudges you towards the fence.

“stan, you heard bill, we all need to-”

“i don’t give a fuck about what bill says y/n! don’t you understand? i can’t stand the thought of losing you to that- that thing!” he bursts out, his voice cracking mid-sentence.

you two grew quiet, tension so heavy in the air that you couldn’t breathe properly. 

“go home, y/n. please.” stan pleaded, reaching out for your hand and squeezing it. you didn’t know how to feel anymore and for a moment, you considered going home. the desparation in stan’s voice sent a chill throughout your spine and it almost swayed you to go. almost.

“stan, you’re my best friend. if you’re going in, i am too and i don’t care if you protest against it,” you huff, tugging him back towards the house, “our friends need us.”

surprisingly, he follows.

“where’s stan?” you ask eddie, who was in the back with you, “stan!”

you walk forward and call out his name, your voice getting even more desperate with each call, “stan! stan, where are you?”

you hear the others call his name but you end up separated from them after you turned the corner.

“guys?” you yell out and when you didn’t get an answer, panic seeps through your veins. you run back the way you came but ended up right back where you started. it wasn’t until you heard your name through the metal door that you ended up somewhere else. but, that somewhere else wasn’t with the others. you were in a big room, items upon items stacked up like a mountain.

then you saw beverly.

“beverly! beverly!” you screech as you see her body floating in mid-air. you try jumping up to pull her down but you weren’t tall enough, “bill! anyone! help me!” 

“y/n?” you hear a sinister voice whisper, making your stomach churn.

“g-get away f-from m-me you demon.” you whisper, turning in circles ensure nothing was coming towards you. or so you thought.

“boo!” it jumped out in front of you and you screamed so loud, your chest ached. it tried to grab you but you jumped back and grabbed the nearest object to throw at him.

“don’t be scared, y/n. relax, you can float with us.” it giggled, gesturing to the many bodies in the air. you threw the object at it but nothing happened, “i guess i’ll take you the hard way.”

with those words, it transformed itself into a pitch black figure and came closer to you, the figure slowly dissolving into smoke. you scramble back, your heart pounding and blood rushing.

“stan! stan! help me!” you cry out, backing against a wall. the smoke surrounded you and wrapped around your neck, slowly squeezing the air out of you. 

this is it. this is how i die. fuck clowns, especially this one.

the last thing you remember before blacking out is a gold glow and teeth.

“stan! stan! help me!” rang out through the sewers. stan swore his heartbeat increased by a hundred.

“that’s y/n! that’s her! y/n? i’‘m coming!” he shouts, running across the greywater and into the huge room, the other boys running close behind.

he scanned the room and saw you and beverly floating, “look it’s them!”

stan and the other boys pull you and beverly down, holding the two of you down. as ben violently shakes beverly, he looked at you and shivered at your blank eyes and lost expression.

“y/n? y/n, please wake up. please, i haven’t told you the things i needed to tell you yet. l-like how i was the one who fucked up your science project, how i ate your hamburger and spit it out, i didn’t even get to tell you that i love you. so please, don’t die on me.” he whimpered, pressing his forehead against yours.

“try kissing her, lover boy did it and bev woke up.” richie said, his voice humorous but laced with a quiver.

stan glanced at your lips and pressed his against them and pulled away momentarily. his grip tightened on your shoulders when you didn’t seem to wake up, “give me a miracle.”

then, your eyes closed and bursted wide open. you gasped for air as if there wasn’t enough around you. as your breaths regulated, you took in your surroundings and more importantly, the person in front of you.

“you fucked up my science project? you asshole.” you breathed out, a small smirk on your face. stan let out a sigh of relief and pulled you in tight.

“thank god, i swear i thought i lost you. damn it, you should listen more often!” he pulled you in even closer, his hands in your hair, pressing soft kisses on your head.

“i love you too, uris.” you whisper, barely audible.

stan’s breath hitched and he let you out of his grip, his mouth slightly agape. “you heard?”

you nodded your head weakly, slowly standing up and you felt your heart leap a bit when his lips curved into a smile. he stood up and looked at you longingly and pressed another kiss on your lips, one which you gladly returned.

for a second, things seemed amazing.

“yo lovers! we gonna kill a clown or what?” richie called and you turned to face them.

“let’s kill that scumbag.” you smile, lacing your hand into stan’s.

turns out, kill him you did.

Pillow Talk {SnowBaz}

idk i just got this idea!! sorry the title is dumb and the formatting is kinda weird but i hope u like it :) 

“Can I ask you something?”  
“You just did.”
Baz sighed. “Ask away. I’m an open book.”

        He was lying on his back, one hand toying with the string of warm yellow lights that was strung across Simon’s bedroom wall, the other rubbing circles in Simon’s palm. It was late, and both of them were on the brink of sleep, having just used a significant amount of energy. Baz was beyond thankful for “Clean as a whistle”, because he was far too exhausted to get up to shower. Not to mention, it was impossible to leave Simon’s bed once he was in it - it was just a queen sized mattress on the floor tucked into the corner of his wall, but it was ridiculously soft, and Simon had shockingly good taste in decorating despite having a low budget.

        “You said a while ago that you had feelings for me for years.” Simon began. Baz raised an eyebrow at the ceiling. “Yes, and?”

         Simon hesitated. “Well…I was just wondering. How exactly did it happen? I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m not holding a secret grudge or anything. It’s just that, to be honest, you were pretty shitty to me. No offense." 

   Baz snorted. "None taken." 

   "But really. When did it happen?”

       Baz sighed again and shifted to face Simon, the small smile on his face illuminated by the lights on his wall. “Let’s see,” He began, thoughtful. “First year, I despised you, through and through. You were everything I was taught to stand against. I was trained to hate you before I even met you. Making you miserable was a very satisfying pastime.”

      “Wow, thanks,” Simon pouted. Baz rolled his eyes and continued.
“Second year, I felt esentially the same. You were still my enemy, I still wanted you gone. Although, I did notice this,” He touched the mole on Simon’s left cheek lightly. “I was appalled when I realized I wanted to kiss it. So, naturally, I slapped it instead.”

         Simon furrowed his brow. “That really hurt. I was red for days.” Baz smirked, not a hint of remorse in his eyes. Clearly, it had happened long enough ago for him to be amused by it rather than ashamed.

       "Third year I started to really…look at you. I started to notice little things about you - how you ran your hands through your hair when you were anxious, how frequently you got lost in your thoughts, how much you cared about things. You wouldn’t let anything go. It was infuriating, really. I didn’t know how to deal with it.“

      "So you pushed me down a flight of stairs.” Simon deadpanned. 

“Exactly,” Baz affirmed, grinning. He really doesn’t feel bad about any of this, does he? Simon thought, somewhat bitter.

         "Fouth year was even more difficult. You know how puberty is. Lot’s of confusing emotions, lots of self loathing. I hated how I felt about you, but at the same time…I liked it. As miserable as you made me, you also made me - how do I explain this? You made me strangely happy. I guess you don’t really love someone if they don’t light up something inside you.“

      Although part of Simon wanted to laugh at the sappiness of those words, he couldn’t help the tight, fluttery sensation he got in his stomach every time Baz said he loved him.

      "Fifth year…fifth year was the worst. That was when I really realized how I felt. When I’d sneak off to the catacombs, it wasn’t because I was planning the apocolypse. I was trying to sort out what the hell was going on in my head. It was difficult enough as it was, and you didn’t really help by following me like a lost dog.” Simon frowned, somewhat guiltily, but Baz just laughed softly and pulled him into his chest.

        “Actually, I take that back. Fifth year wasn’t the worst. Six and seventh year were - they were unbearable. I was sure I’d get over you, that it was just momentary attraction, but the more time I spent with you, the more intense it got. It was painful to hear you cry at night; I wasn’t sure if I wanted to tell you to shut up, or go to you and do my best to comfort you. Those two years…I wanted you so badly, I didn’t think I’d live through it. Even if you hadn’t been planning on killing me, I think the pain of not having you would have been enough all on it’s own.”

      “Baz…” Simon murmured. He couldn’t help but feel remorse for how everything had happened, even if there wasn’t much he could have done. Even if Baz was being a complete arse, Simon still didn’t like to think about how badly he must have felt.

      “You know most of what happened in eighth year. Although…”

         "I didn’t…I never really told you about when I was kidnapped. Mostly because it was fucking humiliating that I was kidnapped by numpties.“ Baz scoffed. "But the truth is, it really was…difficult. Extremely difficult. They kept me in a coffin for six weeks. I only saw light once every few days, when they gave me blood. It was a tremendous task to keep myself from going completely insane.” His voice was grim, Simon wondered if it still bothered Baz more than he let on.

       Are some of his nightmares about the weeks he spent in that coffin? Probably. Simon didn’t like the thought of it.

       "The only thing that kept me from losing it…It was you, Simon.“ Simon looked up at Baz, surprised. Baz smiled at him somberly. "I thought of you, when it became unbearable.” He paused. “Not in a perverted way, mind you,” He smirked. “although, over the summer between fifth and sixth year, well…” Simon turned slightly red, and Baz was thankful he hadn’t hunted lately, because he probably would have as well. Instead, he just laughed quietly.

       "Anyway,“ He sighed dismissively. "There you have it. A brief history of the years I spent pining for Simon Snow at Watford School of Magicks.”
Simon bit the inside of his cheek, unsure of what to say.

      He settled on tightening his arms around Baz’s torso, burying his face in his chest and whispering a quiet, “You have me now." 

     Baz squeezed him in return and smiled, resting his chin atop Simon’s head.

"I know,” he murmurred. “It frightening how happy that makes me. Sometimes I’m afraid it’s not real, or that it wont last.”

“It is. And it will. Promise.”

     Baz was quiet. Then, he said the truest thing he could think of;
“I’m hopelessly in love with you, Simon Snow.”

Simon responded silently, with his lips.

Aoi and Uruha discussing going panty shopping with ur gf

Uruha (reading mail): ‘This question has nothing to do with the theme. What do you think about guys who go to women’s underwear stores with their girlfriend? I know they can do whatever they want, but I would never. People would give me weird looks, lol. My ex used to go with me when I bought underwear, and it wasn’t fun at all. I wanted to disappear from the store. What do you two think? If your girlfriend asked you to, would you go with her? I would love to hear your answer! PS, it might depend who my boyfriend was. My ex was an old perv (he was quite a bit older than me so) but if it was you or Aoi, I would wanna go together! I guess girls are weird, lol!’ [oh shut the fuck up] So…if your girlfriend asked you to go underwear shopping with her, what would you do?

Aoi: I couldn’t do it…

Uruha: Ahhhhh…so what would you tell her? Just like ‘nope’?

Aoi: Uhhhh….

Uruha: What if she’s like, I’m waiting!

Aoi: She can go by herself!

Uruha: (Hahaha) You’re gonna start a fight!

Aoi: But, but I don’t wanna go!! U know? Wait, is it like, a normal underwear shop?

Uruha: Well..

Aoi: Or is it like, more fancy kinda stuff? 

Uruha: Hmm I don’t know – like yeah if it was a store that sold only underwear I wouldn’t wanna go, but if it was like, they had underwear on one floor, and we were going through there…

Aoi: You would do it!?

Uruha: Well I mean, I would be anxious, but…hmm idk like…if [I think the gf?] couldn’t go in alone, but could go with someone else..

Aoi: You’d be interested?

Uruha: Well like I’m not interested!

(Aoi laughin)

Uruha: I wouldn’t be like, oh wooowww look at this thing!

Aoi: Oh really???

Uruha: I just mean that I could tolerate it. 

Aoi: Oh really? Me too – but like, you do see it a bit, you know? Cause they got mannequins in there. 

Uruha: Yeah yeah yeah

Aoi: I don’t like that.

Uruha: Even seeing it [on a mannequin]!?

Aoi: Yeah! I don’t like walking by it. 

Uruha: Like you don’t even like going to that floor?

Aoi: Nope…you know, maybe you’re actually more of a perv [if you’re avoiding it].

Uruha: Cause you’re overthinking it?

Aoi: Yeah…

Uruha: So what is it that you don’t like about it? You don’t wanna be seen in the underwear section? 

Aoi: Well like, that’s part of it, but like…I feel like the other shoppers don’t like it either, you know? People are like, ‘oh, so that’s the kind of underwear that person wears…’

Uruha: Ohhh like people are peeking [at what you’re looking at]?

Aoi: Yeah, and then if you make eye contact it’s kinda awkward……….

anonymous asked:

Hmm art suggestions well theres always a call for fahc jack in summer like at the beach wearing a cute sundress or something? And a big floppy hat to protect her cute face. Just being super cute and summery in general (its so cold here i might just be projecting my longing for summer to come back but anyways..) idk just an idea who knows if its a good one or not

sorry for generic circle background i didn’t see the beach part;; but anyway it is definitely a great time for sunhat jack

blue-mood-blue  asked:

Hmmm, how about 18 for Lup, Barry, and Taako? (If you haven't gotten those already)

oh SHIT this one is very hard. hmm. hmmm. i think you’re getting multiples because idk. i got them ideas.

  • Favorite possession headcanon


joke answer: his jeans. boy l o v e s his denim. but seriously, you know when you find the PERFECT pair of pants that fits PERFECTLY and thats just. thats just the best thing? yeah, like that.

non-joke answer: his wedding ring. er, rings. both him and lup have lost theirs multiple times over the stolen century, but, you know. the sentiment of his wedding ring, rather than the actual physical object.


- the first time taako got paid for cooking he was like “holy shit” and immediately went on a shopping spree with lup cause they were young and irresponsible and yeah, he probs should have saved it, but, you know. teens being stupid. taako bought lup a necklace and it was a piece of cheap junk, but she still wears it and loves it. she hangs her wedding ring from it cause doing fire magic with a piece of metal on your fingers is a dumb idea.

- until the whole canon debacle re: her getting trapped, she was SUPER PSYCHED about her vorebrella. it was just. so cool. tbh she kind of misses it even after everything, but every time she brings up making it again taako is like “NO! NO WAY! YOU STOP THAT!” and i mean, she’d probably do it anyway but it seems to be making him and barry actually upset.


- Angus brings him back a handmade friendship bracelet after going to summer camp in seventh grade and Taako tells him its ugly as hell and never takes it off, ever. i forget where i saw a tumblr post about this, but i saw one kinda along these lines like, a month ago.

- lup bought him earrings with her first paycheck, and he never takes em off. they’re horribly gaudy, they’re great.

- he’s REALLY PROUD of the book of philosophy re: quotes that arent his, that he makes on the voidfish planet (im blankin on the name right now). he considers it his magnum opus.

“you didnt write any of it,” lucretia says.

“whats your point,” taako replies.