Been in a GLTAS kinda mood lately…God I miss this show so much,it was so good! I wanna know what happens next since I can’t do it myself. my sad attempts at a reincarnation of Aya in human form *sighs* also I’m still fighing to design Blue Lantern Razer,I feel I am getting closer to a winner.
no idea what prompted this mini-fic, but I just wanted to write some good old-fashioned pinecest fluff. god how I miss the show
Mabel begrudgingly opens her eyes when the sun hits them. She blinks and lets out a little half-sigh, half-groan, still too tired to greet the morning quite yet. One hand rubs her eyes while the other stretches outward, only to accidentally smack against her brother. It does nothing to stir him, though. The dork sleeps like a rock.
She flops her head over to face him. Dipper’s lying on his stomach with his arms tucked under the pillow and mouth slightly open, his body rising and falling with each breath. His hair is tousled with bed-head that suits him very well, she thinks. Hmm. Maybe too well, actually, with his bangs curling over the tops of his eyes in a way that is so sickeningly endearing that she just smiles like an idiot.
Her fingertips begin trailing patterns down his back, tracing the outlines of his lean muscles, and she just looks at him for a while. Eventually, her gentle touches rouse him awake. He takes a deep breath and opens his eyes a crack. “Hey, Mabes,” he says, sleep still clinging to his voice. “What are you humming?”
Haha whoops, she hadn’t even realized she was doing that out loud. “Just that Aerosmith song. Y’know, the one from Armageddon?”
Dipper rolls over and sighs, one hand covering his face. “Ugh, that movie made no sense. I mean why would you train oil drillers how to be astronauts instead of training astronauts how to use the drill?”
Mabel laughs. “Dip, it is too early for you to be pointing out plot holes.” She cuddles him and presses slow kisses along his shoulder. “Although I am liking your annoyed morning voice, it’s kinda hot.”
“Oh my god, Mabel.”
“Yeahhh, that’s the one!” she says, and she feels him shake with breathy laughter.
With that, Dipper pulls her into an embrace and kisses her. His lips are soft and sweet, and they just sort of melt into each other as the morning-after bliss takes over. Though her eyes are closed once again, Mabel can sense his smile, making her chest swell with warmth and love.
Noragami is my all time fave i guess, Yoi is great obviously, Ao no Exorcist man i missed that one gotta rewatch sometime, i havent watched anime or new shows generally in a loooong time dude idk i dont even remember what i watched last?? Ahahahh Cuticle Tantei Inaba was so funny i watched it years ago and im still not sure what it was about???
Yato from Noragami is my fave son. Very god, much war, lot worship, very shrine, wow. What a nerd.
✿ - fave kind of clothing?
I used to be a basic tshirt and jeans kinda person but now i got two sweaters that i like to wear along with some black jeans so any kinda clothing that makes me look like the mess i am but sorta more stylish and comfortable.. like sweaters and black jeans and cool boots, anything wintery….
✬ - photo of me?
can you see the death??? i am dying. not slowly. i have an exam half a day later and i spent literally an entire day sleeping yesterday instead of studying. not to mention the entire month i spent procrastinating without studying. honestly to pass i need at least 2 weeks of studying per exam and what i do instead?? 2 days of study and hope things will be fine and the carelessness of the burning apartment dog with a hat that says “This is fine”
me on the inside:
whERE is kIM NAMJOON IS HE OKAY. IS HE SLEEPING ENOUGH. IS HE EATING A LOT DRINKING A LOT OF WATER??? READING THE BOOKS HE'S BEEN MEANING TO READ CATCHING UP ON DUMB TV SHOWS IS HE IN BED. RESTING. LIKE HE IS S U P P O S E D TO BE. HOLY GOD I MISS HIM BUT IF HE IS RESTING THATS GOOD. IM NOT SURE HOW I FEEL ABOUT THIS RADIO SILENCE. I WANT UPDATES. BUT I ALSO WANT HIM TO HIBERNATE FOR A YEAR AND GET DAILY ACCUPUNCTURE TREATMENTS TO MAKE HIS MUSCLE STRAIN BETTER I WANT HIM TO RECOVER BUT I ALSO. WANT. TO KNOW. THAT HES ALRIGHT. I AM SO CONFLICTED. I MISS HIM SO MUCH HOLY G O D!!!!!!!
Now in all this, Sarada has become my favorite character in Gaiden.
She has to carry the uchiha name that involves her learning about her uncle, who might still be known as a traitor and killed the whole clan and her grandparents, Sasuke who was missing nin and attempted to murder everyone (good times) and wanted revolution, Madara started the great ninja war and resuscitated the mother of chakra or whatever, Obito who helped Madara in this and became the 10 tails an what not, who murdered Naruto’s parent etc.
Thats a lot of burden on a child huh, the uchiha name is powerful but also complicated.
As a character she has so much potential and I love her, she looks so down to earth and smart. Although some small parts resembles Sasuke, she shows more emotions and is actually her own character. Sarcastic, friendly, responsible oh god I only saw her in two chapters and she looks awesome.
A big smile
took over your face as you caught sight of your best friend. He’d been gone for
about two months, travelling the world as he did every so often, bringing joy
with his music while you were at home. ‘Hazza! It’s so good to see you!’ You
exclaimed, wrapping your arms around him firmly as Harry did the same. “[Y/N],”
he sighed, “god, you have no idea how much I missed having a sane person around.”
You giggled and let go of him, taking a good look at him, before linking your hands
together as you marched into your living room. ‘What do you think?’ You asked
excitedly as you showed off your newly repainted walls and replaced furniture.
He let out a low whistle, his hand moving along the dresser – the only item
you’d kept from your old interior, with all sorts of framed pictures on it. His
eyes focused on one frame in particular that held a photo of the two of you,
which had been taken when he’d extravagantly celebrated your birthday with you
back home, as he’d claimed he had to live up to his title as your best friend.
“It’s beautiful, but I have to say I really liked your old interior too,” he
trailed off, making you grin. ‘You’re just nostalgic, I know you hate it when I
change things and you’re not there,’ you said, to which Harry feigned an
offended frown. “I am not nostalgic.
And I do very well with change. I change my lyrics and choreographies every
single night.” Another giggle escaped you, shaking your head at his antics
before letting yourself fall down on your newly acquired couch. ‘Honestly,
Harry, you will love this new couch.
It’s so comfy and it’ll be good for your back too.’ Interest now piqued, “you
thought of me?” wondrously escaping him as he slowly made his way towards the
sofa, inspecting it from up close before dropping down on it ungraciously. “I
don’t see the appeal,” he muttered out while you laughed at the position he’d
gotten himself in – upside down and half on top of you. ‘You should try sitting
like me – an actual “sane person”,’ you suggested as you pushed him softly into
an upright manner, as he showed off a cheeky smile with dimples. He settled
into the sofa quickly then, adjusting a bit, before letting out a groan of
satisfaction. “I am never leaving this couch again,” he said with his eyes
closed, “you will have to remove me with force. Or buy me one.” You shook your
head, ‘excuse you. I will do no such thing. I might be the sane person, I’m not
the rich person out of us two. I spent my savings on this baby. It’s staying
with me.’ He pouted, “Oh come on, [Y/N]! Can’t it be a homecoming gift?” ‘My
gift to you is gracing you with my presence, don’t be greedy,’ you teased, and
he laughed, before wiggling his eyebrows. “How do you feel about joint
custody?” You rolled your eyes fondly, ‘hmm oh I don’t know Haz, that requires
a lot of commitment,’ you spoke up as you placed your head in his lap, letting
him stroke your hair like he always did. He was uncharacteristically quiet
though, making you open your eyes so you could look at him properly. “I
wouldn’t mind committing to you,” he murmured softly, green orbs unwavering as
he stared back down. An unabashed smile made its way to your face, reaching out
to intertwine your fingers. ‘If I had to share custody with anyone, you know
it’d be you. You’re my best friend.’ His smile seemed to falter, even if it was
just for a split second, before his dimple came into view again, “yeah. You’re
my best friend too.”
in frustration, ready to throw your laptop out of the window, when Liam walked
back in with two cups of tea. “Woah, what are you even doing?” He questioned,
amusement obvious on his face, making you want to strangle him. ‘This fucking
essay is not coming along at all,’ you muttered, reaching out for the cup of
tea and taking a gulp. He frowned, settling into his chair, “well, being
violent surely won’t be very conducive either.” You raised an eyebrow at him,
‘conducive? Someone’s been paying attention to me practicing my presentations.’
Liam shot you a glare in return, and you couldn’t help the giggle that escaped
you. ‘Aw, babe, you know I’m just joking,’ you cooed, but he just stuck out his
tongue petulantly, but then gave you a cheeky smile. “Remember when I thought
psychiatry was a word I’d created myself?” Nodding immediately, you laughed,
‘it would’ve been a great invention if it hadn’t already existed.’ Liam let out
a chuckle, then nodded at your work. “Still, I wish I could help you out,
rather than just make you a cup of tea.” It was a sore point in conversation –
it wasn’t that Liam wasn’t smart. He just had had other priorities, and hadn’t
finished school. Hadn’t liked learning half as much as you had. It was how
you’d met in the first place, tutoring him when he was still in school. ‘It’s
fine. You make a mean cup of tea,’ which was a fact. Even Louis, who was a
really difficult person when it came to his cuppa allowed Liam to make his.
‘And I’m glad we’re still hanging out. You’re my best friend, even if I don’t
get to see you much.’ “Even if I don’t know that psychiatry is an actual word?”
He asked jokingly, but you recognized the small sliver of hesitation, of
insecurity in his voice. So you gave him your best smile, and nodded,
bright-eyed. ‘Li, you’re not my professor. I know shit about music and I’d
probably love your songs just because you’re happy and you made them with love,
no matter what they sound like. And you still think of me as a great friend. So
yes, I really do think you’re the best friend anyone could wish for – I don’t
care if you’re studious or not.’ That finally seemed to convince him, a
satisfied smile settling onto his features. ‘I’m more worried I’m boring you.
Wish I was free so we could watch a movie or something,’ you pouted instead.
Liam immediately shook his head, smile still evident as he replied, “don’t
worry! I like just being here, away from the craziness. You just studying kinda
makes me feel a bit more normal. Like we
– you know, us, that’s normal.” You
nodded, giving up on your work for now and opting to settle into the couch next
to him. ‘I like being here too. Your house is infinitely more amazing than my
apartment.’ He snorted, patting your leg, “only in it for the money huh.” You turned
and looked at him affronted, ‘I wish. No, the invites to fancy parties where
you get free stuff always go to the girlfriend.’ It was a joke, but Liam seemed
to actually contemplate whether or not it was true he’d never taken you
anywhere, and then slowly nodded, a bashful smile spreading out onto his face.
“I’ll take you, [Y/N]. Next time I get to invite a plus one, it’ll be you.”
loudly, before accepting the drink Louis was holding in front of you, eyebrows
wiggling suggestively. “How’s it feel?” You asked him, trying to shout over the
pounding music in the room, but apparently he hadn’t heard you as his arm
sneaked around your waist to pull you closer. ‘Say again, love,’ Louis
murmured, and you motioned for him to turn his head so you could talk into his
ear properly. “I said, how’s it feel. Like, being off, being on perpetual
holiday,” you tried again, this time you noticed he’d heard you by the way he
was smirking lightly. Being friends with Louis for the time that you had, had
made you pick up on such small tell-tale signs that portrayed his mood to you.
‘Weird, bit irresponsible. Can’t
really comprehend it. Remember when you slept over and you forgot that it was a
Saturday and woke up at like 7 so frantically cause you thought you had class?
I’m sure that’ll be me tomorrow,’ he said, and you nodded along to what he was
saying – remembering exactly how you’d ended up there in the first place. It
was actually the night you two had met, after you’d gone with a friend of yours
to a ‘high-end party’. Which had ended up being a not-so high end party at
Louis’ apartment – your friend knew his bassist or whatever, and just like that
you’d ended up falling asleep in a bed, Louis’ it turned out, and he’d just let
you. Crept in right beside you, tugged some blankets from your grasp and had cuddled
with you until morning had come, which had left you embarrassed and frazzled.
Still, your friends kept saying that something must’ve happened that night,
despite the countless amount of times that the both of you denied it. “Hmm.
Want me to make sure you won’t get restless then?” You offered as you leaned
back into his embrace, pulling Louis down with you on a couch nearby, which
allowed you two to actually hear and see each other a bit more clearly. He
didn’t remove his arm from around your waist, instead let his head drop onto
your shoulder, eyes unfocused from the alcohol, nodding softly. ‘Mmhm, just wanna
cuddle. Don’t tell Liam,’ he added suddenly, making you laugh. The last time
you’d slept over – Louis claimed it calmed him down, he felt homesick and alone
quite fast – Liam had walked into the tourbus, fully expecting to only
encounter Louis. Instead, he’d found the two of you curled up in one bunk.
Which had resulted in a very awkward conversation where you had to try your
hardest to dispel any assumptions about your relationship. “Hmm like how I
didn’t tell him about the incident?”
You teased, referring to a particularly embarrassing moment for Louis you’d
bared witness to, who immediately opened his eyes and glared at you. ‘Don’t you
dare. I seem to remember an incriminating voicemail that I will definitely use
against you,’ he stated, and you flipped him off in response. The two of you
sat quietly for a while, until you spoke up again. “So, no pulling tonight?” It
was weird, and you didn’t really know why you wanted to ask that question, but
there it was – out in the open now. Louis didn’t seem to mind though, a smirk
on his face as he turned to glance at you. ‘Nope, ‘ve already got a girl
secured for in my bed, don’t I?’ He laughed, and even though you knew exactly
how he meant it, it still left your cheeks burning hot.
he just fell, you know?” You hummed to show that you were listening as Josh
recounted another story. Niall had taken to throwing pieces of bread at your
head, after you’d refused to entertain him and his need to watch the latest
golf tournament. He was your best friend, but even you had boundaries as to
what you’d accept and you just didn’t like golf at all. Didn’t see the appeal
of watching it, didn’t see the appeal in playing it, so you were fine with
having Niall undertake such activities with other people. However, he hadn’t
taken as kindly to your rejection and had proceeded to annoy you whenever he
could. Ignoring Niall so far hadn’t really worked, and you were losing your
focus on what Josh was even talking about, so you sighed exasperatedly, before
speaking up, “oh my god, stop it!” Niall just chuckled, and threw another
piece. ‘What’s the magic word? I didn’t hear any magic words,’ he singsonged,
again bringing his hand up to throw a bread crumb. You just blinked, and felt
it hit your face moments later. Within seconds, you launched yourself at Niall
and tried to wrestle the stupid sandwich out of his hands so he’d stop throwing
food at you. Of course it quickly dissolved into a playfight in which you were
aiming to pin his hands above his head. ‘They say boys tease girls because they
like them,’ Josh suddenly piped up, smirking as he regarded the position you
were now in – lying on the floor, tangled together. Redfaced, you immediately
let go of Niall’s wrists, and stood up to dust yourself off. “Niall and [Y/N],
sitting in a tree, K-I-S-mmpfh” Josh’ song was interrupted by Niall covering
his face, to which you promptly started yelling another song, ‘Josh and his
hand, sitting in a tree, Mas-Tur-Ba-T-I-N-G!’ As expected, both boys
immediately burst out laughing and you let yourself fall back on the couch with
a satisfied feeling. “Alright alright, I’m bowing out,” Josh repented, before
leaving Niall’s hotel room where you’d been cooped up for the entire day. Niall
sidled up to the clothing rack that their stylists had put there earlier on,
who’d been slightly surprised finding you in the room as well. ‘So, what do you
want to do before the show?’ He asked, and you shrugged. “We could get
tattoos,” you suggested, if only to see Niall bristle in terror, before glaring
at you. ‘We could also just go and get food downstairs,’ to which you raised an
eyebrow. “So you can throw more of it at me? I don’t think so.” He leveled your
gaze and then broke out into another cheeky smile, reaching over to kiss your
nose. ‘Honestly, [Y/N], babe, I was just sharing with you. You know I don’t
share with anyone. I was being extra nice,’ he replied. A giggle erupted from
your throat, shaking your head. “Stop! You’re only trying to distract me from
the fact you actually wanted to play
golf with me. You’re supposed to be my person!
You should know that I hate it, I’m still appalled.” He laughed at your fake
disdain and uncrossed the arms you’d just pulled up over your chest, holding
both of your hands in his lightly. ‘But you’re my person, don’t you want to indulge me?’ He asked with a pout,
fluttering his eyelashes at you. “Not working. I am using BFF privileges. And you threw food at me,” you defended
weakly, which led to Niall realizing he might actually had a chance. ‘Please? I
could use my BFF privileges too, you know, but I’m just asking you nicely,’ he
pointed out, making you roll your eyes in defeat. “Ugh fine, I’ll go golfing
you big baby,” you conceded, taking your hands out of Niall’s grasp. “Why
didn’t you just ask Harry? Or like, Josh? They’d enjoy it, and actually know
what to do. You’ll have to explain everything to me,” you couldn’t help but
ask, to which Niall shrugged, cheeks coloring red. ‘Just wanna spend some time
with you, just you.’ A soft smile spread onto your face, before reaching over
to place a kiss on his cheek. “Love you, Ni.”
a break?’ You asked, eyes going back and forth between Zayn and the producer.
They’d been working on his verse, re-recording the same set of lines over and
over again. It all sounded great to you, but apparently it wasn’t up to standard
– judging by the frustration evident on both of their faces. Zayn’s eyes
flickered over to you, immediately softening in intensity, shooting you a warm
and grateful smile. “Yeah, I’ll be back in 15,” he excused himself, following
you out of the studio. ‘So. I take it your day is not exactly going as planned?’
You asked casually, eyes locked onto the frantic way he was trying to light up
a cigarette as quickly as he could. Scowling, he inhaled deeply, before sagging
into a chair, relief flooding through his body. “Not at all. What’re you doing
here though? Thought you wouldn’t be working,” he asked curiously, although it
was a rather obvious attempt at deflecting the topic. He never liked talking
about himself, and you usually let him get away with it. You weren’t his
girlfriend – you were his best friend and you were going to be there for him
when he wanted you to; you weren’t going to push or force it out of him when he
didn’t want to. So, instead of challenging his short response, you just nodded.
‘I’m not. I actually just came here because I had somehow left my phone at work,
came to pick it up and heard you. Couldn’t resist peeking inside and have a
listen,’ you replied with a wink. He smirked, eyes meeting yours for a second,
before he focused on blowing rings of smoke. “Have a listen? Or ogle at me?” It
was your turn to snort, pulling a face at him. ‘Come on Z, how many times I’ve
told you, smoking’s a total turn off for me. Maybe the producer though, he
looked kinda cute,’ you teased, to which Zayn rolled his eyes. ‘You’re such a
hypocrite, [Y/N]. I was there last Friday, and you were definitely sharing a
cigarette with Lou,’ he pointed out. Raising an eyebrow, you sat yourself down
on the ground next to the chair Zayn was sitting in. “I don’t know what you’re
talking about,” you started, Zayn ready to protest. “Besides, even if I was smoking, I was totally
drunk. And I admit, when I’m drunk I make stupid decisions. Exhibit A:
befriending you.” He laughed at that, leaning downwards on purpose to blow
smoke right in your face. ‘You love me.’ You shrugged noncommittedly, but
smiled nonetheless. He still looked stressed out, so you decided to take a
different approach. “Hmm. Now, as your best friend. I have to ask – are you
really okay? Don’t think I haven’t noticed that you’re just itching to have a
second, third and fourth cigarette in the 15 minutes you’ve given yourself.” He
sighed, flicking the now finished cigarette bud on the ground, earning himself another
glare from you. ‘I’ll clean it up, I promise,’ he said as he raised his hands
in mock defense, before leaning back in the chair. ‘There’s just a lot of
pressure, yeah? And I don’t want to mess this up. I don’t want to let anyone
down.’ Instead of sitting still, he’d already lit his second cigarette, exactly
like you’d predicted. “You won’t. Your voice is amazing Z. Trust me. I work at this
record label, and I know you. As your
best friend, I wouldn’t lie. Don’t force it.” He gave you a shy smile, nodding
his head, ‘thanks’. Wanting to lighten up the conversation, you frowned
sternly, teasingly leaning forward to whisk the cigarette right out of his
mouth “and stop smoking so much.” He let out a whine, then suddenly smiled
wickedly, leaning in with his eyes focused on your lips. ‘Come on then,’ he
whispered huskily, letting his smokey breath ghost over your mouth, pressing
them on yours for just a millisecond. A little shocked you pushed him away,
grinning profusely at his dazed, but smug expression. ‘I don’t do as I’m told,
[Y/N], you should know.’ That earned him another eyeroll, before you pushed him
back inside the building. “Yeah yeah, just trying to be a good friend. Now destroy
that song. See you next week,” fondly waving at him as he disappeared into the
studio once more.
Oh gods, people, this show is a trap. At first it’s all “ooh fun a silly kid and his cool family fightin’ monsters and shit.” and then it’s like “Oh but wait here have some amazing world-building and excellently-paced plot development”
and now I’m here crying over Steven and Pearl and oh no she misses Rose so much and aaaah what am I even supposed to do with this