i go to bed followers

Thanks for the 707 followers~~!!!

I told my sister my follower count was at 703 so the convo went like this:

Me: I got 703 followers!
Jolyne: …4 more.
Me: What
Jolyne: 4 more until 707!

So here’s the thing lol. Seven giving a little tease before the real sin happens.. fufufu. @0ikaashi​ was my 707th follower so thanks!


You guys are in denial to think that Seven has abs.. He def has a little belly cause of the way he eats and lives LOL. LIES THAT HE HAS A FLAT STOMACH OR ABS! Unless he has those crazy ass metabolisms…… No that’s insane. He has a belly. You can’t tell me otherwise lol.

How can you see this not happening tho


Alright, so we all know this scene right? The one where dementia dressed up as the bitch and it turns out, wowie! The bitch was the bear the whole time!

Story of my life, but anyways I notice that when dementias running away that black hat/505 does a :3c motion, since it’s actually black hat that means black hat subconsciously had to do this motion and now I don’t know how to feel anymore

my dashboard has been pretty dead lately so i decided to do a follow spree! i’m always down to follow new people so please reblog and tag if you post any of the following 

  • haikyuu!!
  • natsume yuujinchou
  • naruto
  • boku no hero academia
  • bungou stray dogs
  • hunter x hunter
  • fullmetal alchemist
  • mob psycho 100
  • gintama
  • yuri on ice
  • noragami
  • voltron
  • atla/lok
  • kpop (red velvet, oh my girl, lovelyz, girl groups, infinite, bts)


  • tagging system
  • you make gifs/graphics (mention it in the tags and i’ll check them out :)

also mutuals if you could reblog this as well i would really appreciate it thank you!! 

Adrinette Month Day Twenty-Seven

Who’s staying up too late doing Adrinette prompts still? Meee… Why is that? Wedding dresses. I mean, Marinette would probably design her own, but would she go strictly one style or another? I know it’s popular in the fandom for them to have a small wedding with close friends and family, but I also think the rest of her family might come in (or try, but how many people are in the Dupain-Cheng family idk. We know of her Uncle, and mentions of her Grandma in the Special so /shrug). Obviously, I probably just need to work on clothing design in general. At least today is the last day.

I probably could’ve skipped trying to color too… takes too much time for me.

Now… gonna sleep for an hour or something.

Getting real for a sec: I post a lot of sassy shit on here because Baby is delightful when she’s sassy, but in case anyone thinks she’s all sass, I just feel the need to express that whenever one of us leaves the house, it’s with a chorus of “I love you!” “I love you more!” “Drive safe!” “I will! I love you!” “I love you more!” and so on. She’s the best of all human beings and she never let’s me forget that she loves me.

i always wonder about what discourse would be like in the x-men universe. like, “mutant positivity isn’t for you if you’re human passing!” and “shoutout to all the mutants with boring powers that won’t help you save the world!” and awful quotes put over pictures of mystique and people making anything deadpool says into a meme, like literally anything, and people having full on Bad Discourse over the cure can you even imagine

If the only person who sees your progress is you, then thats just as valid as anyone else noticing it.

You’re a person and if you’re fighting every day against something like art block, depression or anything else, and no one notices but you? Good job!! You’re doing great and should feel proud of yourself, because you are the one whose fighting this, and everyone goes at a different pace.

Things will ease soon, and your progress will be out on display in time, keep going!

So I wanted try a new brush since a got a few hours of free time this weekend but then I accidentally became fe13 trash. I’m blocking grima-of-nohr​ and ur robin headcanons

how do you silence the voice in your head that tells you you’re a talentless hack and everything you write is garbage asking for a friend

the Ishidas wish you a Happy New Year - 2017!

I was definitely going to do Shouto as well!!! BUT!! The prompt is just too far out of character for him, I feel like I can’t write a good scenario while keeping him in character for a plot like this one, so I only did Katsuki! I hope that’s alright, even doing it for him was rather tough, too. It’s difficult to write something like this for characters who are generally all very good people, so I hope I could do this well enough!

When Bakugou had all but demanded you go out with him, you’d laughed at him but decided to play along and humour him, thinking it’d just be a one-time thing. The date had gone surprisingly well, and you found yourself spending more and more time with Bakugou. He wasn’t always loud and angry, he seldom laughed and smiled but he did small things like let a touch linger, lower his voice, censor his cussing and sometimes he would hold your hand in places that were crowded. He became kinder to you, would wait for you and match your pace, he’d help you with studies and feed you when no one else was looking, he had grown on you enough that you could successfully say you liked him.

You possibly even loved him.

You wanted to tell him you fell in love with him. You were dating, but you wanted to tell him how you felt. Maybe he was in love with you, too.

Deciding to go early was a mistake.

Opening the door to Class 1-A was a mistake.

Going on that first date with Bakugou was a mistake, and it was also a game.

“So, what’s the deal now? Are you and [Y/N] a thing?” Kirishima leans over the desk with a curious smile on his face, Kaminari and Sero by his sides.

“Fuck off, Kirishima,” Bakugou growled lowly, but it wasn’t unfriendly.

“Whoa, so defensive! Don’t tell me you actually fell for her instead?” Kaminari jeers.

“When I told Kirishima to fuck off, you all should’ve taken the same goddamn advice.”

“Alright explosion boy, lay it on us, which one of us is getting one months-worth of free lunch?”

“You fucking bet on whether I could make [Y/N] fall in love with me?”

The door rattles when you push off against it and start sprinting, but Bakugou looks up quick enough to catch a glimpse of your hair before you can totally disappear.

Bakugou runs. He’s out of the classroom before anyone else can even process what had happened, chasing you down the halls as panic swims in his veins and clouds his head.

Shit, shit, shit! Had you heard everything? He hopes, he prays you didn’t hear everything even though there’s only one explanation for you running away. Of course you heard, you’re not stupid and you’re certainly not deaf. It wasn’t a quiet conversation despite being held in the classroom, where literally anyone can just walk in and listen, exactly as you had.

Jumping down the last few stairs, he finally catches up to you and roughly grabs your shoulder to stop and turn you around to face him. You’re pulled into him but react quickly, pushing him away and yelling through sobs.

“Don’t touch me! Let me go!” Your voice is high as you try to get away. Bakugou won’t let you, he absolutely will not let you go until he’s explained himself.

“[Y/N], quit struggling and just listen!” The early risers are watching and Bakugou wishes he could take you somewhere else, but he knows he won’t be able to with how much you’re already fighting him.

“No! Let go of me, Bakugou!”

“Aren’t you going to listen to the whole story before you decide to fucking explode?!”

“How ironic, coming from you,” you growl out and glare through tears. “Just let go, I don’t care about the whole story! You lied to me, you tricked me!” You manage to tear his hands away from your shoulders and you’re about to start running again, but you’re too slow and he catches you by the wrist this time.

“Listen,” he hisses and uses his other hand to grip your jaw and force you to look at him. “It’s not what it sounds like, I’m not messing around with your feelings.”

“Oh, really? Because that entire conversation in the classroom says otherwise!”

“It started out fucked, okay? It was stupid, it was a shitty thing to do, but it’s not like that anymore. You know how I feel, [Y/N],”

“Do I?” You don’t yell when you ask, instead fixing Bakugou with a look that is pure devastation and doubt. “I don’t think I do, Bakugou,” you remove his hand from your jaw, movements slow and meaningful, but Bakugou will not let go of your arm.

You doubt him. You doubt his feelings and you doubt everything that has ever happened up to this point. Bakugou doesn’t know what he should do, but he doesn’t want to let you go. He knows that if he does, you’ll never come back.

“Let go of me,” you say softly, calmly, Bakugou knows now that you mean it because you’re no longer letting your emotions have control. He’s running out of time.

“[Y/N] you know I—”

“You don’t love me,” you say before he can finish, meeting his eyes again. “You only think you love me because of that game you were playing with your friends.” You look so resolute, so sure of yourself, so absolute of the fact that he’s never loved you. He’s only ever seen you with a smile on your face, determination in your eyes, a fire lighting your soul. He never would’ve thought he’d be the one to change that.  

Bakugou never understood when people would talk about being broken hearted, but in this moment, he thinks he finally gets it. It’s indescribable, as if guilt had come to life in the form of a sharp clawed human and stabbed him through the chest to grip his heart with the intention of squeezing the organ until it burst. That’s the feeling which holds him in an embrace that is supposed to be comforting, but is instead suffocating as you pull your arm away from his weakened grasp.

“Please leave me alone,” your voice isn’t weak, you aren’t holding some hope that he’ll come looking for you to apologise again. You’re completely honest when you tell him to leave you be, but Bakugou is more upset over the fact that he knows it so well.

Aqours as parents, AU [summary]

Hello again c:

It’s been a few months that I’m working on this AU, and I really wanted to share it with you all. I wrote a few scenes here and there (for now), but I’d rather introduce you the families before publishing whatever will come (and be finished) first. :3

the Kurosawa household
   → RubyMaru (yes, our little shy Ruby came a long way and proposed to her best friend!) + their two children,
Tsubasa, the eldest.
     • born on July 21st, 2027
     • she started dancing at 6months, whereas she was barely crawling (imagine her rocking her small body back and forth on every music she heard!)
     • she became better at dancing when she was able to stand on her feet, gripping the edge of the couch (or the table legs)
Hanayo, the youngest.
     • born on January 17th, 2029
     • even as a toddler, she was super shy and often hid behind her moms’ legs in presence of other people, including Aqours
     • loud noises have always scared her, whether it be the vacuum cleaner, some works outside the house, or Ruby accidentally breaking something
     • the first time she clapped her hands was at 9months, while watching her big sister dance (it was on Step! ZERO to ONE)!

the Matsuura household
   → ChiKanan + their … um … FOUR children!

Keep reading

“The King is ready to ride.”

consider: biker/punk-ass modern au damen, commanding armies since seventeen. unrivaled in the streets. tame in the sheets.