horrible day though

Art Student AU

Take off that sweater. Please. It’s burning my eyes and offends me.

“That sweater is hideous.”

Pausing, Riskua looks down at the large sweater that covers her torso and nearly half her thighs. Sometimes sweaters that are oversized are cute. 

This one however…

“Okay, so it’s not the prettiest of thi-”

“Ris-ya, it’s offensive; it’s searing when I only catch a glimpse from the corner of my eye. I daren’t look at you head on.”

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Our Expiration Date - Spaceless_Sea - Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Katsuki Yuuri & Victor Nikiforov, makkachin & life
Characters: Victor Nikiforov, Katsuki Yuuri, Katsuki Yuuri’s Family, Phichit Chulanont, Yuri Plisetsky, Christophe Giacometti, Makkachin (Yuri!!! on Ice)
Additional Tags: Angst, life - Freeform, Alternate Universe - Zombie Apocalypse, AU, apocalypose au, Zombie, Slow Burn, Eventual Smut, Fluff, Ice Skating, in a frozen lake, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, ooc, kind of, Slow Build, Makkachin Lives, Zombies, the husbands kill zombies together, Falling In Love, Denial of Feelings, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff and Angst, i cant write great action scenes tho

“Excuse me, I had these first,” Yuuri tried to be polite but you could hear the annoyed edge to his voice. He looked up and furrowed his eyebrows as the man continued to try to pull the medicine from his grip.

“I am an athlete, I need to have these on me at all times. Especially in a time like this,” The voice came out smooth in a Russian accent but spoke perfect english, but a sense of narcissism lined his voice.

inspired by @doodle-booty!!

I have it written all over my blog, in my tags, and even in my FAQ 

I do not allow re-translations/reposting/use of my translations

“But you used to-” please read my FAQ.

When I see people re-translate it acts like a trigger bringing back all these unwanted memories. I get anxious, feel like shit, stop translating, contemplate deleting my blog and repeat. This is how I feel Every. Single. Time. Someone re-translates.

Going offline for a few days i’m feeling shit as it is so I definitely don’t want to stick around.


Happy 4th Anniversary, Final Fantasy Type-0~! [27.10.11]

i straight up didn’t realize that it was possible to get a bad end for a dad until somebody came to me asking how to get mat’s good end

i just spent a few seconds going “whatchu mean good???? it’s just the ending???” but then i remembered that dating sims have good and bad endings

…it’s been a while.

i’d like to think marinette has a few sketches of her own up on that wall of worship


I am a lunatic. I ended up drawing the first character Althea then I wasn’t able to post the picture. So I was like I’ll do it later and now I am taking on two 30 day challenges, now one with my other OC Madeline. And I was like, why not skip the first day. Like I said I am a lunitic. Background on Madeline- she is Medusa’s daughter. She was born from the rape of her mother and Posiden. She has the power to look into the eyes of the worst creatures and destroy them from the inside out. She does this so nobody will deal with the pain her mother did. Her mother was raped, cursed and hunted to her death. She has made it her goal in life to have no one suffer. - I made the art style sorta based on the game Sally Face. I had watched Jacksepticeye play it today so I based it on that. Enjoy my shitty art.

My Darling's Job vol.4「彼は旅館の若旦那♥」Sample Voice
四ツ谷サイダー (Okitsu Kazuyuki)
My Darling's Job vol.4「彼は旅館の若旦那♥」Sample Voice

My Darling’s Job vol.4「彼は旅館の若旦那♥」Sample Voice (CV: Okitsu Kazuyuki)

*NSFW, headphones advised!

Release Date: November 10th, 2016.

sorry guys. writing is still going really slow. I hope to be able to post the next chapter tomorrow though! The last few days have been a little weird, so… 

i still cant believe i was nominated for nicest blogger though. i’ve never been nominated for anything in my life and i’m still so shocked that someone went out of their way to do that for me!!! if i knew who you were, i’d nominate you back 💕💕

Take Me Away

Okay, so here’s this Valentine’s day thing I wrote. (oh god its so bad, i’m so sorry) Things/People to blame for me writing this: this postsherlockiie for encouraging me to (thank you ;w;), and lethaltulip with her amazing artwork that makes me wanna write about punk boys.

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NT: Wow….. it’s so scary but tragically romantic when Crazy people are reckless and impulsive……. driving fast into the night and getting into fistfights and telling people their True Hidden Feelings……..

Me, a simple ND: *finger on send button of an email containing only “You said you study lizards so I thought you’d like this” and a meme of an iguana wearing a pink sparkly dress on a razor scooter to send to the professor of my huge lecture class who is pretty much a stranger to me* *has a 14 lb bag of candy corn in my Amazon cart* *has a text message to my little sister including WAY too much information about my sex life including never-before-seen graphic trauma details all typed out and ready to send* I’M GONNA DO IT

anonymous asked:

109 w/ Dr. reid?

Sure! Thank you for requesting! Enjoy! :) I’m not even going to tell you how many words I wrote for this… Warning: mentions of adult fun 🙈

109. Naughty (Reid x Reader)

Originally posted by thefirstgingerdoctor

At the time when this tale took place, you and Spencer had been seeing each other for about six months, or “five months, two weeks and three days”. You never heard the rest because you usually silenced the genius with a kiss; that always put the goofiest smile on his face for a good chunk of the day. He was adorable, like a puppy that you just can’t-help-but-hug-and-smother-in-kisses kind of adorable. You had it bad, you knew that, but he was in the same state of infatuation as you, so you didn’t care.

The bad side to this was that you were always smiling around him, or sending him not-very-subtle flirty looks… and, with a group of profilers around you almost 24/7, that meant that everyone knew of your feelings for him, even before you figured it out and actually worked up the nerve to ask him out. Yes, you asked him out. Spencer had his insecurities and was never going to take the first step, so you did.

The other “bad” side to the relationship, something you found out a few months into it, was that Spencer was unable to keep his hands off you. He, of course, kept it professional when the team was out of state and working on a case. But in the office? He would find excuses to get you alone in secluded places like old file rooms or empty offices.

This, however, happened on a slow, summer day when only half of the team was in the office. It was a horrible day, even though you were inside. The AC of the entire building had been off since midday due to some repair work that needed to be done, and the heat was unbearable. Sure, there were a couple of fans in the ceiling and around the bullpen, but that’s not enough when your body is clad in formal wear all day.

You had already shed the tights you had put on that morning, and your favourite blazer was hanging from the back of your chair. You were thankful for your make-up-less face that day; your foundation wouldn’t have made it intact because you were constantly wiping your forehead. While you were standing in front of the sink in the ladies bathroom, you tried to remember how many times you had got up to splash cold water on your face and you realised you had lost count.

You sighed and exited the restroom to go back to the mindless pile of work that awaited you at your desk still. You hoped JJ and Morgan were having fun with their families while on holiday, but you also missed them, especially since their work had been divided among the remaining members. Once you sat down, you opened a few of the top buttons of your dress shirt. You didn’t think too much of it since you were wearing an undershirt, but the genius sitting in the desk in front of you did not share your opinion.

You had gone to the bathroom in seven different occasions in the past three hours, and he had followed your retreating figure each and every time. The last trip, though, had been different for him. You had not dried your face completely, and a few drops started travelling downwards once you sat down. His eyes had already been glued to your chest, and when you decided to reveal a bit more skin, he could not take it anymore. He had seen where those drops had gone and he desperately needed to trace the same pattern with his tongue.

He texted you and got up, although somewhat awkwardly due to a certain well-known strain in his pants and pretended to go look for some information in one of the file rooms. You followed him about ten minutes after, making sure everyone thought you had gone to the bathroom again. Once you made it into the desolated and dark room, you turned on the light, and Spencer pushed you up against the wall at the same time you wrapped both legs around his waist. Your hands found their usual place in his hair, and soon enough he turned you into a complete mess, begging him for things you should not have been doing in the office.

You had always kept your shenanigans there to some touching and kissing; you had never gone all the way since you both preferred the privacy of your apartments for that. But Spencer was having none of that. You ended up panting but very much satisfied, as you tried fixing your clothes to their previous state. You gave up and decided to blame the heat if anyone saw you and gave you any weird looks.

Your thoughts were interrupted by Spencer when he grabbed you by the hand and moved your body closer to him once more. He brought his other hand up to cup your cheek and kissed you sweetly, unlike earlier.

‘I’m sorry I wasn’t very gentlemanly before,’ he said against your lips, to which you responded with another kiss and a smile.

‘You’re kidding? That was fantast-’ you both heard the gasp and the clicking of shoes moving fast away from the door. ‘Oh, no, no, no, no, no.’

Spencer opened the door quickly but quietly and turned his head both ways before he came back in.

‘Did you see anyone?’ you whispered, scared of who could’ve heard you, and he shook his head.

‘No, but I did see something that can help narrow down our search. I saw a very familiar, yellow, five-inch heel making its way around the corner of this hallway.’

You nodded and led the way towards Garcia’s office. Internally, you sighed in relief because it was at least someone from the team. But you would be lying if you said you weren’t terrified that she would tell the others. Only Hotch knew of the relationship thus far, he was your unit chief after all; the others only thought that the two of you were secretly in love with each other.

Once you arrived, you were greeted with a smiling Garcia, who turned around in her chair the second she heard you knocking on her open door.

‘Ah, I was hoping to see you soon, my naughty, naughty friends. Now, what are you willing to do in exchange for my silence, peeps? I was thinking something along the lines of bringing me breakfast every day… you could take turns, of course. Or maybe even…’

She continued with her endless list for a good five minutes, but you tuned her out and took a seat yourself. You knew Spencer would remember it anyway.

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I hate it when this happens.

Absolutely do not think about how the last time Han and Luke saw each other there was probably so much pain and regret on both sides and this resentment from Han that his best friend let down his baby son followed by guilt that he’s heaping the responsibility on Luke when it was his fault, his son goddamnit; and how ashamed Luke felt that he failed to save yet another part of his family and now he’s let down Han and how could this happen, how; and how there was all this unspoken pain on both sides and the resentment and shame that couldn’t help but be felt, how some part of each of them blamed the other even when they knew it was wrong; and how in the long years that followed both men probably comforted themselves in the silence that one day they’ll see each other again and there’ll be no need for words, everything will heal again…

Under no circumstances think about that.

First of all…you’re creepy. Second of all, I’ve been busy, okay?

…And by “busy,” I actually just mean lazy. Yesterday Dad had to start throwing stuff at me to actually make me get out of bed around noon. And then my mom wanted me to read my pilot’s education training, but I spent two hours looking at thirty-year-old vintage holo footage of Darth Vader instead.

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