i think i messed up their heights

In the Heights Characters as things I heard in my high school theatre class
  • Usnavi: "I can't wait to graduate." *at graduation* "I'M NOT READY TO GRADUATE!"
  • Abuela Claudia: "You're all smart and I believe in all of you"
  • Benny: "Yeah, I speak Spanish. Bonjour bitch."
  • Vanessa: "Boys are dumb. Trains are cool."
  • Nina: "Is it okay if I do homework while we run lines? I can do both at once."
  • Sonny: "I'm starting to think I'm the only one who gives a shit about anybody else."
  • Carla: "Your hair is a disaster. We should just cut it all off and start over."
  • Daniela: "I don't like to talk about people, but he fucked my sister and that's messed up."
  • Kevin: "You look like you haven't slept in 8 months."
  • Camila: "Somebody around here has to get shit done."
  • Graffiti Pete: "This set looks like shit. Your spray paint game is weak."
  • Piragua Guy: "You'd all fall apart without me."
Sleepovers

“I’m not taking your bed, Potter!”

“Damn it Draco, you’re my guest, just take the bed!”

“Why would I want to sleep in that-” Draco gestured vaguely in the direction of Potter’s bedroom. “That mess? I’d rather sleep with that crotchety old house-elf!”

Okay, so that might be taking it a little too far, but Draco refused to care. This isn’t what he asked for. Just because he was worried that the threats were getting a little too specific. Just because someone managed to get a Howler past his wards a few days ago. Just because that happened at three o’clock in the morning, disrupting his already fitful sleep… Really, none of that warranted this little “sleepover” at Grimmauld Place. And he’d be damned it he’d let Potter make him feel guilty for his favour. To emphasise that point, he crossed his arms and lifted his chin in an effort to look down his nose at the Auror in spite of their height difference.

“Mess? You’ve never even seen my-”

“What else would your bedroom be?” Draco muttered, petulantly.

Potter pinched the bridge of his nose, forcing his glasses down. “Draco just - You know what? Fine.” He glared over the rim of the glasses, now riding low on his nose, then turned, waving a hand behind him dismissively as he made his way up the stairs. “Take the couch. I don’t fucking care. Don’t mind the dog hair, it hasn’t been cleaned since Sirius lived here.” He pauses thoughtfully. “Now that I think of it, Remus probably left some hair on it, too, when they-”

“Fine!” Draco cut him off, shooting a disgusted glance at the sofa (dog hair? Wait, when they what?!) before jogging up the stairs to push past him. “Fine, Potter. Merlin, you’re a bastard. Enjoy the dog hair!”

A smug smile spread across Potter’s face for a moment before freezing in place.

“Er, wait, actually… I mean, that thing really is…” He scrubbed a hand through his rat’s nest before letting it rest on the back of his neck, eyes shifting sheepishly around the corridor. “And, you know, it is a pretty big bed…”

Draco scoffed. “I doubt a bed exists that’s big enough for us to share.” He sneered, gesturing between them. “Isn’t it enough that we have to sleep in the same house?”

“Hey, it’s not my fault you didn’t want stay with Ron.”

“Yes, well,” Draco sniffed, aiming for haughty. “Weasley and I can’t coexist on the same  street, let alone in the same-”

“And,” Potter added, stepping closer, eyes narrowing. “It didn’t seem like such a bad idea, last night.”

Draco swallowed, willing his voice to remain steady.

“I was drunk, Pott-”

“Hardly,” he chuckled. He was even closer, somehow, caging Draco mere centimetres from the bedroom door and safety. “You sat at that bar with one drink for an hour before you came stumbl-”

“I needed your help… “ The argument sounded weak, rehearsed. It was, of course, but it wasn’t supposed to sound like it. And, apparently, Potter wasn’t buying it.

“That must have hurt,” he quipped, cocking his head with a grin. “Only, I don’t think that was just you needing help… Hell, you were-”

“What’s your point?” Draco whined. He couldn’t help it. Potter’s heat was burning him, his voice, lowering as he leaned closer, was too much. Too suggestive, too interested, too-

“My point,” he whispered, stepping still closer, until the wall was pressed to Draco’s back, Potter flush against his front, leaving no room to back away further. “We’re going to be here for a while, I’ve got that big bed,” he tipped his head forward an inch, breathing heavily into Draco’s ear, “and I’ll be damned if all we do in it is sleep.”

Potter’s knee was nudging Draco’s thighs apart, effectively removing the very last of the distance between them, not to mention coherent thought, and Draco let his head drop against the wall. The sensations, Potter’s warm thigh trapping his cock, big hands holding his hips in place, were overwhelming, overpowering. Distantly, Draco realised he was panting and wondered when that started.

“I suppose I could be, ah, convinced to-” he gasped when Potter lowered his head, sniggering, to nip at the pulse point fluttering in his throat. “Re-reconsider the…. um…”

Potter pulled back, circling Draco’s wrist with rough fingers. “Good,” he growled before crushing his lips over Draco’s.

With a whimper, Draco allowed himself to be dragged into the bedroom. The size of the bed, forgotten until Potter lifted him by his hips to toss him into the lake of blankets and pillows, is quite acceptable, he decided. He took a moment, even, to be thankful for the size since it meant there was no threat of Potter miscalculating and landing him on his arse on the other side, before locking his eyes on Potter again. His shirt was  hanging open, his fingers working on the zip of his trousers. But his eyes, darkened to the color of the canopy deep in a forest, were raking over Draco’s form.

When the stiff material finally fell, Draco released the breath he wasn’t aware he’d been holding and let his gaze fall with it. Over the broad shoulders, the bronzed skin that stretched across coiled muscles, to the dark hair trailing into pants, clearly painted onto the trim waist and sturdy thighs.

“You’re drooling.” The amusement, while evident, didn’t mask the arousal thickening his voice and Draco snapped his eyes back to Potter’s face,making an effort to close his slackened jaw.

Shaking himself, mentally, Draco reached for some composure, some fucking balance. “What can I say?” he shrugged, a jerky, one armed thing that had Potter laughing, again. Giving in to the admission, Draco scowled. “What? I’m supposed to stare down the wizarding world’s number one wet dream with any kind of poise?”

Potter grinned and dropped his weight forward, latching onto Draco’s throat again, and fumbling with the clasp of his robes. “Glad to see you’re coming around.”

“Let me make this clear, Potter,” Draco gasped, hands scrambling for purchase in the tangle of bedclothes. “I’m not one of your simpering fans.”

“I don’t know, Draco, looks like you’re simpering, to me.” With a grunt, he pulled Draco’s trousers and pants halfway down his thighs. “You’re fucking trembling.” What does he expect when his hand closes around Draco’s cock like that?

Seeking a level playing field, Draco reared up, catching Potter’s mouth in something resembling a kiss, and pushed him until their positions were reversed. Potter let him, obviously, and tossed his arms up to prop under his head, angling for a better view. On his knees, Draco pushed his restrictive clothing down further before kicking them off, entirely, and straddling Potter where he lay sprawled across the bed. His hands, so much paler against the darker background of Potter’s skin, slid firmly over the muscles, paused to tweak nipples until they were straining and Potter was arching under him.

Leaning forward, he closed his mouth around the corded muscles on Potter’s throat, sinking in his teeth briefly before swiping at the spot with his tongue. Potter’s hands came around, finally, to rest on Draco’s arse, squeezing and releasing, molding the globes and pulling Draco’s cock hard against his own.

“Holy fuck,” Draco moaned, releasing Potter’s throat to grind back against him.

“Too many fucking -” Potter muttered, grasping at the robes still bunched around Draco’s hips.

Draco lifted his arms to help him drag the offending fabric over his head before flattening himself out again to slide his skin against Potter’s. Once started, he didn’t stop, sliding down Potter’s body, licking and nipping at the heated flesh, drinking in the sounds that escaped him when Draco reached his target.

Nuzzling at the hard flesh through the cotton pants, he hooked his fingers into the waistband and tugged, laughing when Potter’s flushed cock slapped gently against his face as it sprang free. Potter’s hand on his head, fingers slipping between the strands of his hair and loosening his stubby ponytail, drew his attention and he wrapped the slender fingers of one hand around the base, flicking a sly smile up to him.

“Eager, are we?”

“Fuck, Malfoy, if you don’t -” but Draco already was, so Potter dropped his head with a groan, fist tightening in Draco’s hair as he swiped his tongue over the head, slipping in under the stretched foreskin, before engulfing it entirely. “Jesus fucking  Christ!”

Draco pondered that for a moment. Muggle-borns used the term, frequently, but he had no actual idea what it meant. It seemed to be used as a swear word, similarly to “Merlin.“ Some Muggle idol, then? A forefath-

Potter’s hand tightened almost painfully and Draco shook the thoughts away. What was he thinking? Potter’s cock was in his mouth, leaking onto his tonsils, and he was philosophising semantics? With renewed focus, he applied himself to his task, swirling his tongue around the shaft, pulling away until his lips rested on the very tip before plunging back down until he could feel the blunt head just barely breaching his throat. And then, doing it all again.

Before long, Potter was pulling his head away and hauling him against himself for another kiss, rolling them easily until Draco was molded to the mattress beneath him.

“God, Draco,” he rasped, scraping his barely-there beard against Draco’s jaw, neck, chest. “I knew, I fucking knew you would be amazing.”

Draco jolted. Potter thought about this? About him?

Propping himself on his elbows, he watched that dark tangle of hair dip as Potter bit and kissed and scraped along his hip, his cock, the junction between his groin and thigh. With a shudder, he flopped back when Potter lifted his leg, exposing Draco to his view.

“You’re perfect,” he muttered, breath hot against the sensitive skin between Draco’s arse cheeks. “Fucking gorgeous.”

And then, Draco was arching his back, groaning wantonly as a wide, hot, wet, stripe trailed over his entrance. And then, again. And again, until Draco thought he would weep. At which point, of fucking course, Potter plunged that wicked tongue as deep as he could, bending Draco’s pliant body into the air for a better angle and a sob ripped from Draco’s throat. Had thought been possible, he might have cursed Potter for drawing such reactions from him. As it was, he couldn’t force out a curse until, because, Potter was pulling away.

“What the fuck, Po- Oh, fuck!”

Potter was chuckling, again, rotating the slick finger that had replaced his tongue before withdrawing it to add another.

Draco was begging, fuck, yes, more, please! but he couldn’t care. And when Potter finally covered him, again, stretching out over his limp form, it was all Draco could do to sling his arms over those broad shoulders and return the kiss as Potter pushed into him in one, swift, determined stroke.

Tearing his mouth away, Potter panted into his hair, grunting. “Simpering yet, Malfoy?”

Fuck, Potter, please-”

“I am,” he laughed, pulling out and driving back in to prove it. “God, so fucking tight!”

Any more words either dissolved unspoken or hung unheard as Potter set a punishing pace, slamming into him, again and again, rocking the bed with the force of his thrusts. As Draco alternated between clinging, flailing, and sagging into the mattress.

Draco was vaguely aware of his building orgasm and hooked his legs around Potter’s waist, desperate to take the other man with him when he crashed over that jagged edge. He flexed his muscles, clenching, gripping Potter tighter and thrilled when he cried out, his rhythm stuttering. He held tighter to Draco, reaching blindly for a kiss and Draco met him halfway, moaning into his mouth when he came and swallowing Potter’s shout when he followed, moments later.

Ragged, gasping breaths echoed in the sudden silence as Potter collapsed, his chest pressing fully against Draco’s again. His weight forced too much of the air from Draco’s lungs, but he didn’t care. He tightened his legs around his waist, locking his ankles to hold him there, and slid his arms over broad shoulders, toying lazily with the soft hair at the nape of Potter’s neck. A smile stretched his lips, one he couldn’t stop if he’d bothered trying.

After a bit, Potter hummed, shifting only to find himself anchored to the bed. Turning his head to blink blearily at Draco, he opened his mouth, hesitated, then closed it on a tired smile.

“Hi,” he finally managed.

Laughing, Draco craned his neck back so he could see better. “Hi, yourself.”

Potter cocked his head, a slight frown crinkling his brow. “You look awfully pleased…”

“Do I?” Draco tried to scowl but was pretty sure it came out as a grin. “Hmm, what do you know, I am a little pleased.”

With a laugh, Potter reached up to disentangle himself, groaned when he met with resistance. “Alright, I gotta piss, let me up.”

The grin turned mischievous and Draco tightened his grip. “Huh-uh,” he shook his head, playfully. “Not until you admit that I do not, nor ever have… simpered.”

Draco squealed when Potter rolled them to their sides and dug his fingers mercilessly into Draco’s ribs with a shouted “Never surrender!”

Okay, so maybe sleepovers weren’t so bad.


Is this better, @l0vegl0wsinthedark?
Omg, NSFW -NFSFW!!! D:
Am I doing this right?

Slushied

Originally posted by chuckcriss

Originally posted by lolurnotgrantgustin


Pairing: Sebastian Smythe x Reader

Request: Hi! Idk if your requests are open but imma go for it: can you please do a Sebastian Smythe x reader thing where they are secretly dating because she’s in the New Directions and they wouldn’t approve? But she is the one that gets hit by the rock salt slushee and he gets all worried? You can go off from there! Thanks 

Word count: 1.678

A/N: Hi, sorry for the late post. I had no time in these weeks, unluckily. Anyways, I added some fluff at the end and I hope that you liked it. Honestly, I’m not happy how it turned out, but I had no clue on how to write it. I tried, though.

- G. x


Love is one of the most important things in your life. You’ve always dreamt of having a prince charming since you were still a little innocent child. You would always envy the Disney princesses and you would always ask your mum when was your prince charming going to arrive in your life. You were just so delightful at the thought of it and it caused you to be so thankful when your other half came into your life: Sebastian Smythe.

You loved the idea of having your boyfriend with you, but the situation became unbearable when the both of you had to hide your relationship from your friends.
Sebastian and you were both in a glee club, The Warblers and New Directions. It was just a shame that the two of you went in two different schools and your groups are always in competition, of course.

Sebastian was the leader of the Warblers and he was the most hated member, of course. He was a competitive person and he loved to annoy his opponents, provoking them with his unnecessary insults and ironic stupid jokes.

You found it hard to hide your relationship from your friends, because you couldn’t ask them for any advices or you couldn’t tell them how your date with Sebastian went. Sebastian forced you many times to reveal them your secret relationship, but you knew that your friends would just separate the two of you and they would never approve it. You loved Sebastian, but you loved your friends too and you just didn’t know what to do.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” Kurt shouted your name and you finally turned your head to his side. “Finally, the others have already gone!” He rolled his eyes and you snorted for his actions. Kurt was your gay best friend and his mannerisms have always made you laugh, you never knew for what reason.  

“Sorry.” You finally apologized when you stopped crying and laughing at the same time. He knew the reason why you were laughing and he threw you his empty water bottle, dodging it perfectly. “What is it?”

“The Warblers are already in the auditorium. Let’s kick their asses and get this chaos done.” You laughed at his intensions as you stood up from your chair and you walked towards Kurt.

“C’mon and kick their asses.” You agreed smiling, thinking that you will see Sebastian any time soon.

You walked through the auditorium arm-in-arm with Kurt and you started thinking of the mess your boyfriend’s group creating once again. They were competing against your group at the regionals, but then you found out that both of the groups had the idea of doing a Michael Jackson song. Probably it was your fault, because you left your papers lying around your house messily, but there’s no way you are telling you them that fact.

“Oh, hey losers.” Your cheeky boyfriend looked at you and your best friend as you entered the auditorium. Kurt rolled his eyes once again and you gave him a playful death glare, him trying not to let out a laugh.

“Shut up, idiot.” Santana blurted out. “I think it’s time that I show you a little Lima Heights hospitality.”

“Unless you want to join your relatives in prison, that’s probably not the best idea.” He flashed her a flirty smirk and Santana crossed her arms furiously.

“Smythe, shut your filthy mouth.” You seriously said to him as you went near the auditorium stage. He crossed the line with that offense and he just rolled his eyes, letting you know that the fun has just started. “So why can’t we start fixing this mess?” You stood in the middle of the stage, having Sebastian behind you.

“I demand satisfaction in Warbler tradition.” Sebastian courageously challenged your group.

“Then let’s have a dual.” Kurt sassily answered Sebastian.

“Alright.” Sebastian confidently said, annoying your group members even more.

“We aren’t scared, Warblers.” Artie said as he rolled his wheels forward, nearing himself on the stage.

“You really think you’re that bad?” Sebastian smirked once again. “Is that what they teach you at that little public school of yours?”

“Let’s get it on.” Blaine then butted in, not minding what Sebastian has said, as the members of both groups went on the stage. People were divided in two big groups as the beat of Michael Jackson’s Bad started to be heard.

New Directions started to sing and dance with the Warblers and you didn’t mind that Sebastian dropped hints of you being together during your performance, also because your friends were busy on showing their best.

The most of the time, you were looking at your boyfriend’s eyes and you wanted to hug him in the middle of the song. You wanted to stop this battle between your group, because it was hard to pretend that you both hated each other and
Sebastian needed to moderate his words, because he really offended people with his sass.

You then lost Sebastian’s gaze, realizing that Kurt pulled you further and he blocked your way from Sebastian. You knew that he noticed the tension between you and Sebastian and he tried to protect you, even though you knew that Sebastian would never hurt you.

You then noticed Sebastian taking out a large white paper cup from a brown paper bag. You corrugated your forehead and you started to walk fast towards him, bumping people when you needed to. You knew that Sebastian could play dirty sometimes and you wanted to stop whatever his plans were.

“(Y/N)!” You heard Kurt shouting, but suddenly the song’s beat faded and you felt a cold and stinging liquid running down your face.

You shouted for pain and sting that you were feeling on your face.

“(Y/N)!” Your friends shouted your name.

You were about to fall on the ground, when you felt two familiar strong arms catch your weak body. You couldn’t see anything and you heard nothing, except for your sharp shouts.

“Fuck, Smythe!” You then heard Kurt, anger in his voice.

“You’re paying for this, Smythe.” You heard Santana’s sassiness. The next thing you heard was that your friends were blaming Sebastian because of what happened.

“Quiet, losers!” You then heard your boyfriend’s loud voice. “(Y/N), are you okay?”

“I can’t see and my face stings, Smythe!” You bitterly answered him. How could he ask a question like that when he obviously knew the answer?

“I am sorry,” You sensed the sadness and the regret from his voice. “it was my fault.”

“I knew it was yours, douche.” You answered him sassily, still bearing with the pain.

“Can you open your eyes?” It was Artie’s voice.

“No, don’t! It had rock salt in it.” Sebastian worriedly answered. You felt him wiping your sticky cheeks and you felt cold when the ice went inside your shirt. Your face was still stinging but the pain was bearable than before. “I’m really sorry.”

“You better be, Fievel.” I then felt someone’s hands held my forearm. “Let her go now.”

“No, I’m bringing her to the hospital,” Sebastian protested. “Whether you like it or not.”

“You hurt her.” Santana fought back, still having her hands holding your forearm. “She’s not safe with you.”

“It wasn’t meant for her, it was meant for your loser friend, Kurt.” Sebastian replied harshly. While your friends and your boyfriend were busy on discussing of what happened, you silently thought of how everything happened. The insults that your boyfriend was receiving from your friends just flew across your ears.

“Seb, I am cold.” You suddenly felt cold and you tightened your grip on your boyfriend’s arms. You felt him wrapping his arms around your cold body and you enjoyed the warm temperature that his body gave you, as you heard your friends commenting of how you called him and, obviously, for his gesture.

You were angry at Sebastian for his stupid and brainless actions, but you knew that he was regretting it and it wasn’t meant for you. He did something wrong, of course, and you are not tolerating him once you get better, but he was by your side, worrying. He cared for you and you knew that he always did, even after all those playful insults he told you in front of your friends.

“I’m bringing you to the hospital now, mon bébé.” You massacred your lower lip with your white teeth when you heard how he called you in front of your friends. “Don’t worry, okay?”

“Mon bébé?!” Your friends shouted in unison.

“Oui, mon bébé!” Sebastian confirmed that you two were in a relationship and you heard your friends talking about it. You then felt Sebastian carrying you in a bridal style, assuming that he was finally bringing you to the hospital.

“I’m sorry, love.” You heard him say, noises weren’t heard anymore as the cold breeze of the outside air hit your freezing cold body.

“Asshole.” You playfully insulted him and you laughed afterwards.

“Okay, I deserved that.” He let out a giggle as he put you on his car’s passenger seat.

“You better know it.” You pouted and he let out another giggle.

“Stay still.” You did what he told you to do and you heard the car’s door slammed.

“I love you, (Y/N)!” He sweetly said as he caressed your sweet and red cheeks.

“You’re not buying my love just like that, Smythe, even though you’re worrying for me.” You didn’t hear him talk for awhile, but then you laughed out loud. “You’re in serious troubles.”

“I know.” He shortly answered.

“And I love you too.” You then smiled at him and you felt his warm lips touched your sticky and sweet forehead.

“I know that too.” You both snorted as he started his car.

You knew that Sebastian was an asshole, but you loved him just like that. He never meant to hurt you, but whenever he did, even though it was an accident, he was always by your side and he will never leave you, not even after he accidentally revealed your secret relationship.


Here we have the fourth entry: Shinoa wielding her giant scythe, Shikama Doji.

This sassy midget girl might be short, but her personality makes up for her lack of height. I have drawn her holding the weapon like shown above on purpose since a lot of artists just love to let Shinoa place the poor demon in between her legs. 

This is demon abuse! The poor thing can’t consent to this at all. Besides, does anyone out there think it is a good idea to position a giant, with demonic-powers enhanced blade between your thighs? The situation requires just one careless move and it ends up in a bloody mess; not that I would complain about the lovely sight of fresh blood.

Anyway, for anyone wondering why her bow is not purple but instead black: I am solely drawing the manga version of the characters, meaning there might be flaws for people who have only seen the anime.

anonymous asked:

can i request some baby/toddler/young child sonny? the way u draw him is so cute, love ur art ❤️

aaa thank you!!

heres the thing about lil sonny, if left unsupervised he will lose his shirt or he will eat your snacks

here he is having done both, and found usnavi’s cereal in the process,, he’s not leaving until he finds the toy:::

Okay but.

Have you ever considered…Nick Valentine and his relationship with children?

That he had been in Diamond City for so many years that he’s probably seen the citizens grow from little ones, into adults and then starting families with children of their own?

That he probably always smiles to himself when he hears the news of another member of Diamond City giving birth to a new bundle of joy, and knowing that even though the world is dangerous – that they now have a new little star to light their way in the darkness. (And later going to introduce himself to them and the happy parents, because babies always seem fascinated by his glowing eyes, and he loves their bubbling)

Or that Nick more than likely goes out of his way to learn the names of the children of Diamond City, and does his best to become a mentor to them and answer any and all questions that they have for him – because the children were never afraid of what he was – and are always overjoyed when “Cool Detective Nick” gives them extra attention when he’s not on a case.

“Why do ya smoke, Mista Valentine?”
“Cus it helps this ol’ noggin of mine feel relaxed, kid.”
“Can I smoke too?”
“Aw, I don’t think so, pal. You don’t wanna wind up a dusty old mess like me, do ya?”

Think about Nick bringing one of the kids from the School House in with him to his office after their classes, and Ellie rolling her eyes playfully.

“Another one? Nick, really?” She would say with a sweet giggle, and Nick would ruffle the kid’s head and lean down to their height to place his hat upon their head.

“Nah, but you don’t get it, Ellie,” He would say in response to her. “This here is my lucky partner for the day.”

Now, think about Nick picking the squealing, smiling kid up over his shoulders, and carrying them out to the market place. Telling them that he needs their help, and relying on their wits and detective skills to discover just what happened to Takahashi‘s last batch of Power Noodles.

“Great job, partner! Without’cha the city would’ve been starving tonight! How, how’bout we get a bowl or two to celebrate our detective work, huh?”

Think about Nick turning fiercely protective whenever one of them are bothered by rude people on the Upper Stands, calling them “urchins” or “snot nosed brats”, or someone from the outside that had the gall to try and injure them to prove that it isn’t all fun and games, and “This is what happens to kids out here in the real world.”

Think about Nick placing a hand on the kid’s shoulder and retorting with wisecracks of his own to get the rude person to back down, or worse…standing in front of them, shielding them from the raiders and firing a warning shot, before picking up the kid and tucking them safe under his neck as they travel back home together; telling them that it will be okay.

Just…Nick Valentine and kids, okay.

Because, even though the world is a post apocalyptic hell… Nick is going to do all that he’s able to make sure that the children around him are taken care of, and above all safe, even when they’re parents aren’t able to.

And if all he can do is buy one of the kids a round of noodles, or play detective with them, or watch over them when they’re scared and crying and keep them safe from the close-minded of the city, and the outside world…by goodness, he’s going to do that.

Because he knows what it’s like to be lost in world that is too big and too terrifying for one person to take in on their own. And he knows that to overcome that fear – you need to have hope. You need to have joy, and you need to have a childhood.

And Nick is going to do all he can to make sure that the kids out in the Commonwealth get just that, even if it’s from a weathered old Synth Detective like himself.s

such great heights — part two

“C’mon, live a little. Do something different and let your hair down, H.” Kimber sighed, but then realised what she said and let out a chuckle. “Or not. Since, y’know, you’ve got none left.”

Harry frowned, holding his arms over his head in a poor attempt to hide his short hair. “Hey, be nice,” he grumbled. “It’s still new and…weird.”

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Dark Wings {pt.2}

 Type: Two Shot ; One
Genre: Fantasy, Fluff, Dark Angel!AU, Witch!AU
Member: Jeonghan
Word count: 5,076
A/N: Sorry if it’s a little rushed and sloppy~
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You heavily sigh as you roll onto your back, staring at the blank ceiling as you laid in bed. It has reached past midnight, yet you couldn’t fall asleep. Your mind felt stuffed, yet there wasn’t a particular thought you held onto. The day had worn you down with nearly heart-stopping events, but you couldn’t close your eyes.

Rolling onto your stomach, your arms tucked under your pillows. You look over to your roommate who was snoring in her sleep and frown. That’s until you felt something under your pillow. You prop yourself up on your elbows and pull out the folded piece of paper that had been torn out of a notebook. You unfold it, just barely able to read the harsh scribbles.

It was the love spell you had spoken about to your roommate.

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“Sonny’s Day Off”, an Uptown Funk/In the Heights Rotoscope

ahhhhhh it’s finally done!! the beast is conquered! i can doodle once more! i hope you guys like it, i’ve been doing this since november,, and now i’m looking forward to spending this week doing requests :)

Pentagon reaction to (you) their girlfriend being shorter.

[RequestCan u make a pentagon reaction to their girlfriend being shorter??? Thank u!!]

Jinho: (This would be so cute because he’s also pretty short and the thought of two short lil beans next to the tall members would so cute) 

The other members would be the teasing type as they tower over you both, leaving Jinho to laugh and telling them to stop. Regardless of him being the shortest in Pentagon, I feel like he’d still be over protective and find you beyond adorable. Although, when it becomes a struggle to reach something on the shelf, since you’re both short its a least likely chance that you both cannot reach the object you’re grabbing, which would lead a tall member of the group to grab it while laughing, exclaiming how cute that situation was.

Originally posted by ohitsjustcorina

E’Dwan: Let’s admit, he isn’t quite the tallest either compared to the other members. Similiar to Jinho he’d also be protective yet he’d be more manly about it. When it comes to reaching things, I feel like he’d be cool about the situation and do it himself. Though, sometimes he may fail at it which leads to him feeling slightly embarrassed yet he’d laugh it off. He’d be such a dork with you and instead of members teasing you two, I can see you two teasing them instead. 

Originally posted by exo-j

Yeo one: Sweet! He’d be beyond sweet to you (I feel like regardless of height, tall or short he’d be sweet no matter what) I can see him aweing how cute you were. I feel like he’d be the type to tease you in a cute way, such as putting his arm on your head to relax it while giggling or random back hugs and him holding you, you’re like a little teddy bear to him when it comes to cuddling which he finds super comforting and cute. 

Originally posted by honqseok

Wooseok: I can see him being similar to how he is with Jinho, constant picking you up, spinning you around, etc. Yet when in a playful mood, you already know, he’d constantly tease you. He’s the type of person to either be gentle and give you the object you wanted, or completely mess with you by holding it up higher when asking him to get you something lol. It depends on his mood, other than that he’s just a gentle giant who loves you. 

Originally posted by kinorth

Hongseok: Would be similiar to Yeo one yet I don’t see him much as a teasing type but I can see him teasing you in a way where it’s simple, cute but in a shy way though. He’s definitely the sweet type (I don’t think he’d mind if you were short or tall, he’d be the same regardless of your height and either way he’d find you cute) So him dating a short girl would really be no different than him dating someone taller. He’d love you no matter what and would show you that he loved you in every single little way. 

Originally posted by edawnnie

Shinwon: This boy would likely be clingy with you and would joke around about your height often. I can see him hugging you, cuddling you, etc. whenever he got the chance. He’d likely be the type to joke as in saying, “Where’s Y/N?” Even though you’re right infront of him, lol. He’d also want you around a lot, I feel like even if he’s taller, you’d be the one to protective him since he’s a sweet lil bean lol. 

Originally posted by pentagon-kingdom

Hui: Oh man, this boy would be clingy, loud, and constantly holding you. He’d tease you like no other. He’d find you being smaller than him beyond cute. I can see him being protective but in a cute, playful way. He’d make sure that you’re always okay and always have a smile on your face. Being around him you definitely would feel his sweet yet funny aura. (I feel like he’d be the same in a relationship with a tall or short girl. But you being smaller would probably have benifits lol)

Originally posted by goshinvon

Yuto:  He’s seems like the type to not mind if you’re tall or short, honestly, if you are tall, he’d treat you the same as if you were short. He seems like the sweet yet chilled boyfriend. He’d take you out on dates and have fun. In my opinion I feel like he wouldn’t care much if you were short or not. 

Originally posted by y-u-t-o

Kino: I can see him joking with you, constantly reminding you how cute you are and how lucky he is to have you. He seems like the type to have his clingy moments while saying sweet things like, “You’re so adorable. So small,” while giving you a bear hug. But then would turn into a lil turd and tease you, I can see him pinching your cheeks and saying, “You make me feel tall.” While giggling. 

Originally posted by pen1ag0n

Yan An: I feel like in a relationship (whether you’re tall or short) he’d be shy at first. But in a relashionship with a short person I can see him feeling manly and protective. After him getting over his shyness, I feel like he’d completely turn into a dork who loves messing with you and deep down secretly awes over your height. 

Originally posted by pen1ag0n

All in all, whether you’re tall or short, I feel like they all would remotely act the same in a relationship. But with certain members, I feel like you have your benifits if you were short to them but honestly, height is just height ^^

Matthew Tkachuk - Tease

anon request: Can I request a Matt tkachuk one where your really short and he makes fun of it or something and you guys are teasing each other? Just something fluffy?

this was super fun to write and i hope you like it!! and i know its short but its cute

requests are open:))

Originally posted by wonthetrade

i could hear matt laughing in the background but i didn’t care. he laughed at my lack of height because i was 5'2 and he was a fucking giant. i was currently on top of the counter climbing my way up to grab two cups for us.

“if you just admit that your shortness is adorable ill help you” he leaned his head back all the way so i could see his face but to him i was upside down. “over my dead body” i smirked at matt once i planted two feet on the table and i grabbed the cups.

he laughed loudly at my response and stood up from the couch and he walked over to me. matt took me by my waist lifting me off of the table, i was taken by surprise. i let out a loud scream and one off the cups flew from my hand and across the floor and shattered.

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Inspired by a chat with @hopeblaze,

Haikyuu!! X Servamp crossover,
where I imagined what would happen if Kageyama /short-tempered/ Tobio-kun and Licht /always-angry/ Jekylland Todoroki-chan meet each other lol

For Hinata, he probably wouldn’t like to cause problems and sure not mess up with the Greed pair with height 175/176 cm, nothing in confront of Tobio with 181,9 cm but still taller than him~ and Hyde? Obviously he would mess up with them but it’s enough seeing Angel-chan pick up a fight with high schoolers ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶

Dear @thegirl20

You were my recipient for the Ruby Lucas Femslash Week Exchange, but I need to apologise because due to some personal circumstances I ended up not being able to write anything for you after all. However I didn’t want you to have nothing, so the incredible and wonderful @sterling-jay has written an adorable fic for you in my place, so she deserves all the love and praise for this pinch-hit. (Well, I managed to write the first little section, but that was it.) Once again I’m so sorry, when I am able to write again I will write something for you to make up for it, but in the meantime please enjoy this fluffy fic from @sterling-jay

Title: Puppy Problems
Pairing: Red Queen (Regina/Ruby)
Word Count: 1678
Summary: Henry’s new puppy doesn’t seem to like Ruby very much.

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2010:

My first year working downtown on Michigan Ave. two years after college. Two years into living with my ex. (10 years into our relationship) I was 24. I knew so little and thought I knew so much. I had this wonderfully long commute on public transportation and it was around this time I got REALLY into twitter (and then Tumblr) because I had this beautiful bus ride and those were honestly some of my favorite memories that year. My ex and I were slipping, but I didn’t really know it yet. Being an adult was like getting dressed in the dark. But damn did I think I was killing it. I’d like to pat my naive big head.

2014:

The year of the Ariel hair. I was 28. Looking back at my photos from that year: it was my HEIGHT of being single. The year after I left my ex. After my first year living alone. After my first year dating and going out late nights and dancing and hooking up. Sex. All of it. I had one tattoo. I was starting to feel very bitter about my career. It was the beginning of the end of truly fun and novel dating. My friendships were a mess. I was finding my place as a single independent woman.

Now:

I took this photo last week. Sitting in my dad’s pickup (idk if I’ll ever refer to it as “mine”) I’m 31. I sincerely hope and pray that the last six months were the worst of my life. I lost my grandma, my dad, my job, my relationship, my identity, my sense of purpose, my confidence, my hope. I wanted to die. I’m clawing my way back to functioning but the face I put out there is much stronger than the way I feel inside. I’m smiling more and crying less. I’m terrified of the future, especially without a partner for support, but here I am. A tree with roots ripped from the earth, looking for a place to be replanted. It’s taking so much damn work. But I’m doing it. Slowly. Every day.

anonymous asked:

Thanks for the translations! Also, have you seen the talk show where they showed a hologram of what yuzu needs for a quad axel? I feel like yuzu's inner dialogue would be something like "you fools! Now i have completed the pieces of the puzzle". Hahaha.. Orser did say he's a visual learner and he's got an mathematical/analytical mind. While I was watching all I could think was that they've inadvertently helped awaken a monster. haha

Yes, I have. He has researched about whether jumping quints is possible or not, so I think 4A research has already been done (and put to test ;)) He admits he tried it during off-season and he said that he think he can do it so…the monster was awake already, trust me. *don’t you all remember his face when people asked him about if at gpf? He basically rushed to answer and his eyes were shining lol*

I think it’s cute how he tried to say that training too much his 4lz might mess up his timing on the triple…since it’s something that has happened already because he has been training lutz for a while. XD Like, ehi, good try, but you are not fooling anyone xP

(also, the height, the edge…I’m in love with that video *-* I always stan a great lutz, it’s my weakness xD) and you’re welcome :D

anonymous asked:

//whispers// how about kuroo x iwa

  • HAHA they meet through Oikawa
  • And when they meet, Iwaizumi is puffing himself up because Kuroo is so tall and lanky.
  • Internally he’s thinking, is this guy gonna be like another Oikawa?
  • Then Kuroo’s like, “oh this is the famous Iwa-chan I hear so much about. You’re doing mankind a favor man, taking out the trash all the time.”
  • Iwaizumi smirks immediately and Oikawa lets out a horrified, “no.
  • Iwaizumi registers his attraction to Kuroo pretty early on in their interactions. (I mean, it’s not hard to realize you’re attracted to Kuroo, I think. or maybe i’m very biased, but yeah)
  • Kuroo also sees that Iwaizumi is kinda aware of his height so he always brings it up at the most random times just to mess with him
  • Iwaizumi can’t quite get a reading on Kuroo. Sometimes he’s as annoying as hell, but he’s seen Kuroo stand up the second he sees an old man walk into the train and turn down hang outs due to homework and Nekoma duties. He’s falling for this nerd, he knows it.
  • On the OTHER HAND
  • After some pushing from Oikawa, Kuroo attempts to flirt “properly”—as in openly and directly—with Iwaizumi. One time he finally catches on and with a confused frown, he blurts out “are you flirting with me?“
  • Kuroo coughs, half embarrassed to have be asked like this, half disappointed that this was Iwaizumi’s response. “I’ve been flirting with you for a while now.”
  • Iwaizumi literally drags Kuroo down for a kiss after that
    • Their noses bump painfully together and Iwaizumi swears under his breath. Kuroo lets out a snort, a dorkass snort, for crying out loud, and it makes Iwaizumi angry, so angry and he pulls Kuroo down harder this time, makes sure he has his lips pressed against Kuroo’s before closing his eyes.
    • He hears Kuroo suck in a sharp breath. He feels hands at his hips, heat at his stomach, lips wet and Kuroo’s tongue darting into his mouth.
  • Bonus: when Oikawa’s being annoying they kiss right in front of him just to mess with him. Oikawa screeches in horror
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“Look at me baby, let me see you smile”

Here is your Rhysothy fluffiness as promised (^u^) @he-raised-you-from-purrdition

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You Wont Regret It - Gajevy Secret Santa

This story is entirely dedicated to @the-redhead-who-writes ~ I hope that you enjoy it! I have never written Gajevy before, so please forgive me if either of them are a little bit OOC! I really hope that you enjoy it and I SUPER hope that you have a Merry Christmas <3

Summary: She made him coffee, she was cute… how could he not fall for her?

Coffee Shop AU 

Characters: Gajeel, Levy, Lucy, Natsu

Ship: Gajevy, VERY light implied NaLu

Rating: K

Word Count: 4,090


“My name is Levy. How many times do I need to tell you that?” The bluenette was pointing at the name tag that was located above her heart. Her name was written in large black print, so there was absolutely no way that this guy was missing it.

“Oh, is it?” The large man with all the piercings leaned over the counter, forcing Levy to take an uncertain step backwards while he squinted at the spot she was pointing to on her uniform. “I think Shrimp suits you much better, you should consider having it legally changed. It might do you some good.”

The short girl puffed out her cheeks at the customer who always seemed to enjoy picking on her.

She was the only worker in the whole cafe that wasn’t afraid of serving him though, so she never really had a choice when he walked in through those doors.

Which he seemed to do every single day that she worked.

There was a rumor going around the workplace that this guy had a thing for Levy, which she denied every single time it was brought up.

No way that jerk could like her!

“Are you going to order or am I going to have to play the guessing game?” The bluenette decided to change the subject back onto the real reason that he was there, she was thankful that no other customers were around to witness this banter.

The man often would continue this charade whether or not there was a growing line behind him, the thoughts and opinions of other people when it came to himself didn’t seem to matter in the slightest.

Levy couldn’t help but admire that about the strange man. Of course, she would never admit to something like that. The guy already had an ego the size of a horse, she definitely didn’t want to go about making it any bigger.

“Aw Shrimp, I thought that by now you would have my order down to a science.”

Levy placed her hands on her hips and raised an eyebrow at him, “How can I possibly do that when you change it up every single time you come here? It’s as though you have something against consistency.”

The man grinned before bursting out laughing, “What can I say? I guess it’s a lot of fun getting you all riled up. I kind of think of it as a game now, on my way here I find myself wondering how I’m gonna get you to look at me with that expression. I’m always pretty successful.”

Levy only looked at him expectantly and he sighed before turning his eyes up towards the menu that hung above her head. “Alright, today I’ll go for a triple espresso, a honey dip donut… and your number.”

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