i greet everyone like this

i don’t go into the disney store often so when i went in today, the worker greeted me “Hello Princess” and i just- I’ve never been called princess unless it was an insult and iM JUST WOW WHERE AM I PLS CALL ME PRINCESS AGAIN

Give me a desperate sheith reunion hug or give me death tbh

Anon said: Hey babe! Can I have a really cute and fluffy Hayes imagine where I am at his house and were cuddling and his dad doesnt like me and he finds us sleeping and wakes hayes up and tells him he accepts us?? Please and thank you so much. Love ya babe😘😘

Being with my boyfriend Hayes, it’s had its ups and downs. We’ve always been honest with one another which saves us plenty of fights, but with being a couple and me being with Hayes, we have to face criticism. The fans unexpectedly, didn’t have an issue with it, mainly because we were honest with them. Me and Hayes never played mind games with the fans. Nash has became an older brother to me, he’s always there for advice and he’s the main reason me, and Hayes got together.

The only person who doesn’t except our relationship is Hayes’s father. He’s never liked the idea of us together, and always gave me a hard time. In his mind he has a dream girl for Hayes, and I not her. Whenever I’m at their house for the holidays, he’s really cold to me. He doesn’t speak to me or even acknowledge my presence. Out of all people I thought I’d have it rough with his mom not his father. Today was no exception. We were staying at Hayes parents house for the holidays, last year it was my family but this year it switched. I didn’t want to come because I knew how his father was going to be towards me, and it’s hurting me. But somehow Hayes convinced me. “It’ll be fun” he said. When we arrived, I got a warm greeting from everyone and like usual his dad passed me, as if I was a lingering spirit invisible to the eye. I went straight to Hayes old room, and lied down. There was a knock at the door, “come in” I yelled, the door opened and in walked Nash. “Yo, why aren’t you in the living room with us” he said sitting at the edge of the bed “I’m just not feeling it” I shrugged, “it’s our dad isn’t it” he was serious. I avoided eye contact, “I get it, I’m sorry that he’s treating you like this I’m gonna talk to Hayes and my mom” he said getting up.

“No, I’m fine honestly” I tried smiling, “no your not, your not that same bubbly person you are in LA when your here, and the fact that it’s because of our father is bs. Hayes feels the same, and I think it’s time we talked to our mom about this” he reached for the door handle. “ atleast do it on your own, not with Hayes we just got here, and knowing him he’s gonna make it into a big deal, and I don’t want to be the reason him and your father having a falling out” I said sitting up. He thought about it, “you got a point,I’ll go get him” he smiled a bit, “thank you” I mouthed. He opened the door, and a short time later the door reopened to reveal Hayes. “Hey babe” I smiled, “hey cutie, Nash told me you needed me?” He came on the side of the bed. “I’m not feeling good, can you cuddle me?” I pouted. It was true, I wasn’t feeling good, I was feeling sharp pains in my stomach ever since he told me we were coming here. He gave me a small smile “anything for my princess”, he kicked his shoes off, and carefully got in the bed pulling me towards him. He slowly rubbed my head the way he usually does, and I fall asleep instantly.

Sometime later, I heard the door creek open. I turned myself away from Hayes, as he turned also so we could spoon. I felt myself being shaken, without actually being shaken. I sat up, rubbing my eyes, as Hayes moaned and lifted himself up. I couldn’t wake up, I was exhausted and in pain, so I plopped right back down, and tried to fall asleep. I heard Hayes chuckle, and run his finger along my cheek. “Hayes” I heard his father say, “what’s up?” He questioned, I heard faint footsteps and the bed dip a bit. “Son, I wanted to apologize for the way I’ve been acting to you but mainly Y/N” I could hear the regret in his voice. “Why the sudden change?” Hayes scoffed, “i guess your brother was talking to Y/N, and the way I’ve been treating her really has done a number on her. Your brother talked to your mother and we talked and I realized I’m being an ass” he let out a breath. There was no reply from Hayes, but I felt him stare me down. “I had this idle women for you set in my head, but what I failed to realize is you found her. She may not be at my standard but she’s everything I wished you’d find.. And I was too stupid to even realize and get to know her” he adjusted his gaze to me. “And for that I owe you a big apology, and I’ll do everything in my will to make it up, and get a bond with her”, Hayes took a deep breath, “I’m glad you realized, because she is an amazing person, and weather you liked her or not, she isn’t really going a where any time soon” he rubbed my cheek. “I’m glad to see you happy son, and when she wakes up, I’m gonna apologize and try and make everything right with her” he stood up, Hayes joined him as they embraced in a tight hug. “Love you dad” he chuckled “love you too son” they pulled away. “Now go back to your girl” he smiled, before exiting.

Hayes got back in the bed, adjusting himself and placing me around him. He let out a heavy breath, and removed a fallen strand of hair from my face. He kissed my forehead, “I love you” he said pulling the covers above him, my lip shook a bit, but in my half asleep state I managed to reply. “ I love you too, forever and always” and I fell asleep, feeling much better about myself and the situation at hand.

[Fanfic] Laid to Rest

Fandom: Overwatch

Characters: Jack Morrison/Soldier 76, Angela Ziegler/Mercy

Pairing: Mercy 76 (Jack x Angela)

Concepts: RoleReversed! AU for Mercy and Soldier 76 in which it was the former who “died” and came back as the vigilante Nemesis. The latter would be under the code SC - 76.

Preface: Greetings everyone! It’s been quite a while since I wrote something like this, since I have been very busy with stuff happening (ie. LoA in Med School, seeking help, trying to now find work, etc.). I just hope to anyone who wants to read it to enjoy really. If you happen to like it, feel free to tell me. Comments/reviews/PMs? will be greatly appreciated (criticisms will be fine as well as long as it is fully meant to be constructive, let’s all be nice here)

P.S.: I still want to say big thanks to the people who brought like Mercy76 around for me to enjoy being hopefully a part of! Big shoutout to people like @ynartistic, @xavirne, @angelicsoldier who made amazing fanart and fanfic that I wanted to contribute in the way I can. Hope to also meet more people! I also hope to put some more time into writing in general now!


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Exhaulted Part Five

Originally posted by english-idylls

Parts: Prologue, One, Two, Three (M), Four, Five, Six,

Genre: Drama, Romance, Violence, drug use, plus more!

Pairing: UnidentifiedxReaderXUnidentified maybe?

Word Count:  6.6K

A/N: Wanted to get this done late tonight so I’m not worrying about trying to get it published before Critical Role. Also, not that this matters, but fuck yeah Paramore with new music! Hard Times is great! Enjoy the part and enjoy having another character to hate!

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anonymous asked:

During the last period SO is very busy doing their business alone and staying most of the evening away from home. Their bonefriend may be worried about it. Actually, they were helping a needy family and others poor people, volunteering at the Caritas. Then, they invite the skeles to know the family SO took care of as a surprise. / tale, fell Sans and sf, tale Papy /

♥UT Sans: Sans isn’t really worried. He trust you and you’ve never given him a reason not to. When he finds out why, he thinks it’s pretty cool and is happy to come and meet them. He’ll greet everyone with his usual lazy charm, I hope that they like puns.

♥UT Papyrus: He’ll ask you why you’ve been staying out so late and if there is anything he can do to assist you. If you brush him off he won’t pry, but the curiosity is killing him. When he finds out, he is overjoyed, why didn’t you tell him?!? He finds your action incredibly honorable and is extremely exited to meet the people that you’ve been helping. After that, he’s going to want to come with you and assist as well.

♥UF Sans: You should know by now that Red gets really worried when you don’t come home on time. His mind always goes to the worst case scenario and he assumes that something happened to you. Red will be blowing up your phone every night you stay out late, asking if you’re okay or if you need any help. You’re going to have to tell him or pretty soon he’s going to start following you around. When he finds out, he’s not really into it. Sure, it’s nice and all that you’re helping people, but he’s still Red and he hasn’t totally grasped the concept of kindnesses towards strangers. He’ll come along to see them, but does so kind of begrudgingly, and treats them like he would any other person he doesn’t know. Red is fairly cold towards strangers and prefer to stick to the people he knows.

♥SF Papyrus: Rus worries about you like Underfell Sans does and hates it when you don’t come home on time, but he won’t pester you about it. If this continues, he’s going to follow you to find out what you’ve been doing, he trust you, but he’s still worried. Rus is more enthusiastic about your kind actions then Red, but he’s still not a fan of social interaction with people he doesn’t know, he’ll come along to visit them and does his best to be polite, he won’t be talking much though.

anonymous asked:

Hi! Ive loved your work since forever and cant wait for all the parts you upload to the stories Ive really really adored!! I had a question though. What do you meant about the reasons you liked harry "dont stand" anymore? Im only asking because Ive lately been feeling the same and I always look to you for advice..

Hey! Thank you so much for all the love and support! I am so glad you connected to my stories! 

You see, I’ve been in this fandom for the past seven years and will probably be forever now. We grew up with One Direction and loved them for a very simple reason that they were just like the guys we know in our daily lives. Like someone from our class achieved all their dreams and we helped them. I loved Harry the most because he was the kindest, and that is something you can’t buy. I like how he greets everyone when he enters the room, I loved how he was witty and sarcastic and just plain cheeky at times. He just really inspired me you know. I got into the best college of my country because of this belief that if he could do it, so can I, and now one of the best in the world, and I can never take that away. 

But lately, I just don’t feel I connect to him anymore. He feels very far off and too elite, and my elite education is telling me that, haha. I guess, we knew how we was growing up to be in One Direction and, this change doesn’t really surprise me because it was always there. I learnt how to make connections as well through him, and I will do the same. It’s just, I don’t relate to the guy anymore, and I don’t buy what he says now. I adore him and support him, but it doesn’t fool me anymore into ignoring and believing this image in my head which doesn’t fit him. And, I don’t know him in person so, I can’t judge either like so many do here.  

(His new music is so me though! More than One Direction ever was! A bit sexist (some), but well that’s almost every song.)

I owe him a lot, and if I meet him, I will thank him for all the belief he has given me. But, I do owe myself a chance to concentrate on me and my plans now. If One Direction comes back, I’ll be right here to spread the love. Harry Styles is too elite for me. 

Your Shadow pt 4

Originally posted by stanxstan

Bucky Barnes x reader

A/n: this is part four. Is it bad that I can’t stop writing this??  I NEED HELP

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Genre: Romance, Hurt/comfort, Angst, Fluff

Rated: Everyone

Warning:  Swearing, angst, depression, injured reader, dark themes (?), fluff later on

Author: Chris-Evans-Imagines

You awoke to hear snoring coming from in front in front of you, something hot blowing right at the start of your cleavage. You looked down to see a brown hair and a shiny arm wrapped around your thigh. You realized it was James and sighed, slowly rolling from his grasp. However, James wasn’t having it and tightened his hold on you, pulling you back to him. His snores resumed and he shoved his nose into your cleavage. You blushed and just lay there, wondering what to do. Should you wake him up, should you just lie there, should you get someone in here to help you? You decided to try to wake him up and gently shook his shoulder.

“James?”

He didn’t respond. You shook him a little more roughly, calling louder.

“James?”

He shifted and slid his hand up, slipping under the short-shorts and holding your hip. He seemed to huff in his sleep and his head rest above yours, your nose being shoved into his neck. You smelled his scent and closed your eyes, just letting his smell waft through your nostrils. You knew you had to get him to wake up and make breakfast so you wouldn’t starve.

‘Why can’t we just lay here and smell the guy? He smells like heaven.’

‘We gotta get up and make breakfast. Plus, Steve might wanna talk to James.’

‘So? We can lay in here for an hour or two.’

‘No. We gotta get James up.’

“James. Get up.”

You decided to try to tickle him and let your fingers start to tickle his sides a bit. He reacted by chuckling a bit in his sleep and you grinned. Your hands quickly made work of his sides, your fingers digging into his sides and James’s eyes flew open, his laughter cutting through the air. He grabbed your hands and you sassed.

“Oh my god, he’s alive and awake! Bout damn time, soldier, took you like two hours to finally awaken yourself.”

Bucky had on a smile and he let one of your hands go to rub his eye. He let out a yawn and you pulled away, noticing the red handprint his hand had made when it laid there. You guess his hand had been there all night, holding your thigh and you blushed.

“Come on, I’ll make us breakfast and show you around if Steve doesn’t wanna talk to you or anything.”

You didn’t hear James respond but kept walking. After not hearing his footsteps, you turned to see James staring you down. He blushed and looked away and you frowned.

‘What’s up with him?’

You shrugged to yourself and smiled when you saw Steve in the kitchen, making about a pound of pancakes.

“Good Morning, Steve.”

Steve turned his head, gave you a smile and handed you a plate with two pancakes.

“Good Morning, (y/n). Sleep well?”

Steve’s eyes strayed down to see the red handprint and his smile faltered a bit. He looked behind you and greeted.

“Good morning, Bucky.”

James tensed up a bit and just waved half heartedly.  Clint walked in and you waved and handed him a glass of orange juice. Clint smiled and hugged you with one arm and signed after taking a sip.

‘Thanks, little bird.’

You frowned and signed.

‘Where are your hearing aids?’

Clint gave an embarrassed smile and ducked his head a bit.

‘Lost them in Slovakia during the fight and haven’t gotten my new ones yet.’

‘Oh my god, seriously? When are you going to get your new hearing aids?’

Clint shrugged and you shook your head, taking a bite of your pancakes. You and Bucky ate in silence, Steve and Clint sitting across from you two. Steve asked James.

“Bucky, do you think me and you could…have a talk to try to get you to remember…some things?”

You knew Steve wanted to say ‘to remember me.’ But didn’t call him out for it. James just shrugged a bit and stared down at his food, pushing his fork around and Steve soothed.

“I know this is a huge change for you but I promise, we’re gonna get you to remember and help you.”

James looked up at Steve and you looked up at Clint. Clint looked at you and you looked at Steve.

“Steve, we should let James relax for a bit. He just got here. We shouldn’t rush him into anything he’s not comfortable with doing just yet.”

Steve looked at you and back at James and sighed, shoulders slumping a bit.

“You’re right. I’m sorry.”

James looked at you and you signed to Clint.

‘Does Fury know about James being here?’

Clint nodded and you asked.

‘Fury isn’t gonna lock James up, is he?’

Clint shook his head and signed.

‘No. Fury knows that the Soldier was continually wiped and is planning on training him the right way and helping him get accustomed to modern day things. We’re hoping that he can start training in maybe two days.’

James nudged you and asked, gesturing to Clint.

“What’s he saying?”

You got an idea and explained.

“Clint was telling me that Fury, our boss, was planning on helping you get accustomed to modern day things and helping you train for future missions and stuff…the right way. Fury wants you to start in two days after you get used to being here.”

James nodded and you instructed.

“I wanna show you how to say hello in sign language.”

James frowned bit and you stated.

“It’s kind of like a salute, but your palm is facing outward. Want me to show you?”

James nodded and you turned towards Clint. Clint looked up at you and you signed.

‘Hello.’

You looked at James and smiled, gesturing.

“You try.”

Clint was frowning in confusion but smiled when James awkwardly signed. Clint signed it back and you clapped.

“That was awesome!”

Steve smiled and asked.

“How do you say bye? Do you just wave?”

“You can but the correct form is you put your hand beside your head and just bring all four of your fingers down maybe once or twice.”

You showed them and Clint had the biggest grin on his face. James asked.

“Why are you teaching us sign language?”

“So if Clint ever loses his hearing aids and you need to talk to him, you can.”

James nodded and you smiled.

-Time skip-

You were in the training area, punching the bag hard when you felt a presence behind you. You looked and saw James, his arms crossed and you greeted him.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“I don’t think everyone likes me.”

You frowned and asked, sitting beside him.

“Why do you think that?”

“Because I’m antisocial and they think I’m still a mindless killer.”

James looked saddened and you sighed. Wrapping James up in your arms, you whispered.

“Don’t worry James; we’ll get through this together, alright?”

James nodded and whispered back.

“I…I remember Steve…”

You smiled brightly and punched his left arm playfully.

“I knew you had it in you, Soldier Boy.”

James smiled at you and you gave him another smile.

-END-

Part Five

Ssamba’s latest blog post

Hello. This is Ssamba.
It feels like it’s been so long since I last greeted everyone on my blog.
Various things have happened to me since we last spoke.
I’m not quite sure where I should start, what I should say, or how I should say it…
So I’ll just keep it plain and simple.
I had some surgery done a while ago, and I am currently waiting to receive chemotherapy.
I used to think “All surgeries are important– there’s no such thing as a ‘big’ or ‘small’ surgery,”
But in my case, all I can say is that it was a pretty serious surgery.
Because my body isn’t in the best condition right now, the doctors are waiting to see when I can undergo chemo.
I’m truly sorry to those who have shown so much love towards my manhwa, but I’m not sure if I will be able to start publishing it again.
Because the cancer has spread to my peritoneum, they told me that what I had was not completely curable, so I’m not sure what will happen.
This whole matter has taken a toll on me mentally and physically, so I’ll think about Count Ha Jeong-woo’s (from “The Lady”) opium or smoking two cigarettes, several times a day.
(I saw the movie “The Lady” a few days ago. It was interesting to sit next to a bunch of healthy-looking audience members, all by myself. It was some calming black comedy for me. I did overexert myself a bit, but it was refreshing.
It really was a good change of pace. Although I didn’t eat much, I didn’t throw up my dinner that night either. ^^)

I’m not sure if I will be able to draw FF again.
I’m a boring, quiet person. To think that I was able to draw FF is still a miracle that I can’t believe.
I received a lot of things because of FF. A lot of people came to like the manhwa that I drew, I was able to meet a lot of great people, and those were all very exciting experiences for me. Those memories are very precious to me as well.
Only heaven knows what will happen to me in the future.
Sometimes, I think that this may all have been a dream, because it’s so hard to believe.
But the more I think that, the more troubled I feel. Because I cannot confirm anything, I will be letting go of everything.
Right now, the only thing I can say to everyone is that I’m sorry.
The main reason why I’m here, writing these words, is for those who have been waiting for FF, and for myself.
I hope that everyone, and myself, will feel somewhat at rest. So although my message may not have been in great detail, I wanted to deliver it, no more, no less. Because I want to lay down what I have to lay down, and take what I want to take without hesitation.
If it’s possible, I wish to meet everyone somehow, regardless of how small or trifling our means of contact may be.

I want to finish FF someday. And I want to draw a few other stories that I have in mind. To be honest, those are the only thoughts I can think of right now.
“I can’t just never draw a Seol-a and No-rae kiss scene…!”
Yes. You heard me.
I’m very sorry everyone, but I’m also thankful.
We will all certainly meet again. Take care!

In the midst of writing this post, I will also upload two unreleased FF illustrations.
I wanted to finish both pieces before I uploaded them, but who cares if I put them up a little early?

I hope you guys have a great day. ^^

The top.

Good evening.

Yesterday I didn’t get to post this
I can’t resist Masumoto-san’s Osomatsu-san art
Shiryumatsu-san lol

Very very cute !

In the after-talk, Masumoto-san presented those four dragons as the disagreeable brothers

That Zeno is sly…

The turban is polka-dotted. lol

Once more, I will say, Yona of the Dawn was fun (^ ^)

From today, I’ll get to participate in Haikyuu practice with all of my might !

It seemed like it had been a long time but surprisingly it’s still recent and
My lines and movements and things were still ingrained in my body.

But it’s a second showing of the play, I think I want to tackle it in practice with a fresh feeling !

More than anything I was happy to meet up with everyone ! !

And I got to greet the new members, I feel like I want to see the view from the top with those members again !

I want all of the members to join together and practice soon ! !

HEY!HEY!

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Request: Could you do an imagine of me and Remus Lupin instead? A plot around being James’ twin and being best friend with Lily and Alice and people?


I sat down inbetween Lily and Alice at the Gryffindor table for breakfast. We had defence then potions today and we’re getting new seats.

“Who’d you think you’ll be next to?” Alice asked,

“With my luck? Potter” She grumbled, biting into her toast,

“Still my brother” I smacked her. 

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why can’t we be like that?

extract: I used to steal his cereal partly to make him laugh, and also because I was hungry during the night. I still am. But he doesn’t laugh anymore, and I don’t want to eat.

word count: 8.4k

trigger warnings: swearing, drinking, depression, suicide attempt, HORRIBLE ANGST AHHH IM SORRY

a/n: so this is a songfic based on 2012!phan from phil’s perspective. the song i used is secret love song pt 2 by little mix, and holy shit it’s emotional. i’d recommend listening to it as you read this. also, i haven’t used the whole song for the fic, so you can decide how it goes on from where i left it.


We’re dwindling. Teetering on the edge of a cliff, fingers slipping from the rope we cling to desperately. I can feel myself drowning, and I know he is too. And we don’t know how to fix it.

We don’t say good morning to each other anymore. We barely speak. Words are thrown back and forth, but they’re empty and meaningless. The lounge sits gathering dust. Our bedrooms doors are always closed. I used to steal his cereal partly to make him laugh, and also because I was hungry during the night. I still am. But he doesn’t laugh anymore, and I don’t want to eat.

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