i tried to make it good quality


“You’re a good guy.” You whispered into the darkness. Dean lay on his own bed, just a few feet to your right. Sam’s snoring filled the silence while you waited for Dean to respond.

“You always say that.” He whispered back, his voice was raspy and aching for a good night’s sleep that you knew neither of you would receive tonight.

You pulled the blanket up higher up over your chest. The sheets scratched against your ass; once again you forgot to pack sweat pants.

“I always mean it.”

“Huh.” He muttered in response. You heard him flip sides. Was he facing you? You couldn’t see.

Regardless, you turned from your back onto your side, to face him.

“Dean?” You asked.


“Do you ever…feel lonely?” You asked. After two in the morning, you found that more often than not, your filter seemed to leave.

After a beat of silence he responded, “Most of the time.”

“What about the other times? What helps you get through them?” You hadn’t realized that your grip around the blanket tightened.

His breathing was even. Dean always breathed deeply, you noticed.

“You.” The word slipped out from between his lips so quietly you almost misheard, until he repeated, “You do.”

After hearing that, you weren’t sure if you allowed seconds to tick by, or minutes. Years worth of tension just released itself between these shitty motel walls. You kicked the blanket down to your ankles before quietly stepping out from your bed.

“Move over.” You gripped his shoulder beneath your fingers. He did as he was told and you crawled under his sheets. He didn’t touch you until you pressed your forehead against his chest. His t-shirt smelled like him, and you nuzzled yourself even closer.

“Do you love me?” You asked suddenly, and Dean lifted his leg over your own. In his own way, that was an answer. Laying there intertwined, you allowed yourself to savor the moment of feeling completely whole in his arms until repeating your question.

It felt as if nothing before this moment had ever existed, even though you had never even been this physically close to him.

Hugs, of course.

Kisses on the forehead, always.

But something was different now; suddenly you became more than just his best friend.

“Yes.” He answered, his lips ghosting over your head. “So fucking much.” His voice was shaking as he said it. You raised your hand to plant it firmly on his jaw. You traced circles over his temple and down to his ear.

“Why have you never told me?” You asked.

He gripped your head in his hand. “I never knew what you thought of me.”

“What I think of you?” You said more to yourself than to him, “You’re honest. Strong. Brave. Caring. Hilarious.” You began listing his qualities, “And that smile of yours, it can light up a room.”

He tucked your hair behind your ear as you spoke. When you dragged your fingers to his cheeks, you realized they were wet.

“You’re selfless, Dean.” You added, “And most of all you’re good. The kind of good that makes the best of men yearn to be like you.”

Right there, you realized you had only seen him cry one other time.

“I love you.” He whispered again and tried to pull you closer. There wasn’t any more space but damn did he try.

“Dean?” You whispered his name as if you hadn’t heard him speak just a second ago, “You’re also the guy I love. I don’t know if that fits in with the rest of the list, but I do. So fucking much.”

He was squeezing you so tight now, you nearly began to sweat.

“It’s the only part of the list that matters.” He said as his hands gripped your back.

– – – – 

I haven’t written for this blog in a while. Partly due to exams, and partly to writer’s block. Let me know if you like this/send feedback! I’d love to know how you all feel about this type of imagine. 

Click for better quality. Third Piece in my Arcana Game Tarot designs. It’s not quite as colorful as my others but here’s Lucio as the Devil card. For obvious reasons. I tried to make his “horns” in the same way as his arm.
The others can be found here:
Asra: https://goodguymercy.tumblr.com/post/159802073994/an-accompanying-watercolor-piece-to-my-julian
And Julian:https://goodguymercy.tumblr.com/post/159625846364/mercyme-art-ha-you-thought-my-lumis-oc-was-my

Go get the game, seriously. It’s got great art, and great boys and babes.
It’s tumblr is @thearcanagame so go check it out!

Rating: PG

When we were younger, Luke and I would hide from our parents in the tree house that was in my backyard.

We would sneak off after filling our plates with food climb up the wooden ladder to the top. We would always get in trouble because we knew we had to eat at the table. That would result in luke getting sent home but we would do it again the next day.

That was also the same tree house luke fell out of when we were 8 while racing to the top. I was the first person to sign his cast when he got home from the hospital.

Luke and I have been best friends practically since birth. It was weird being grown up and living on our own. Luke was going to a university close to his apartment while I just finished my program for the art.

Calum, Ashton and Michael who Luke and I met in secondary school were another one of the best things that’s ever happened to me. They knew how to have a good time, we were constantly getting into trouble. It was the kind of trouble that made you feel like you were really living.

None that really got us in trouble. Except for the time we all snuck into the aquarium and quickly set off the alarm. Michael took the fall for that one, he got arrested while all of us had already ran blocks away.

“Hello?” Someone waves their hand in front of my face.

I snaps me out of my thoughts and back into reality, which was Ashton’s basement with the boys.

And Arzaylea. Who was standing in front of me.

“Do you have any mascara with you?” She asks me.

I can hear Michael chuckle and I look at the other boys.

“No. Sorry.” I say shortly.

I wasn’t the type of girl who wore make up. I could never get it right and I just didn’t see the need for it. It’s not like I didn’t keep up on my looks. I plucked my eyebrows obsessively and always make sure to do my hair but that’s about as much effort as you’re getting from me.

She clicks her tongue, frowning slightly before take a seat next to Luke. They have been dating for almost two months now. We were friendly with each other because she is dating my best friend and Luke wouldn’t let her be any other way. But her and I have never really connected.

I slightly feel like it’s that was with all the boys as well but Luke. If Luke ever leaves the room, even for just a second it’s very awkward when she is in here.

“Can I borrow some lipstick.” Calum leans over to me, using his high pitched voice to mock Arzaylea.

I laugh quietly before smack his arm. Michael and Ashton are playing FIFA while calum and I make conversation trying not to pay much attention to Arzaylea and Luke who are bickering about going out to dinner tonight.

“I’ve got a big test tomorrow. I can’t be out late tonight.” Luke says annoyed.

“Yeah, why would I even think we would do something nice like that. Whenever we hang out it’s always with your friends. When are we going to have spend some time together. You know? As a couple!?” She says back to him.

I can’t help myself from listening in to their conversation. Luke and I never really talk about her. They haven’t been really getting along lately but none of us really mind because she isn’t the best to be around.

“We will. Just not tomorrow.” Luke looks like he’s paying more attention to the game then her which would make me upset too.

“Whatever. I’m going home.” She gets up and Luke sighs. He looks like he’s about to stop her but we make eye contact and I shake my head. “Bye guys.” She says to all of us before walking upstairs.

“God Luke! I just feel like, you don’t even like me anymore!” Calum uses the same voice to mock her again.

Saying it just loud enough so I can hear. I try to stifle my laugh but like notices and glances at me. My face turns red as he raises his eyebrows in confusion and I shrug.

The boys and I hang out until it gets dark. Calum and Michael end up staying the night while Luke and I head home. I offer to give him a ride back and he gratefully accept.

“So you’re coming to my first art Debut right?” I ask him as I drive the winds back to his apartment.

“Of course.” He smiles at me. His blue eyes taking my mind off the road until I feel the shaking of the divider under my wheels. I redirect my car back into my lane and he laughs.

I apologize embarrassed but he just blows it off. We learned to drive together, I think we have both seen the most embarrassing moments we’ve had.

A few short minutes later I pull up to his green apartment building that catty corners an old market we use to spend all of our money on candy at.

“Do you have time to come in?” He asks and I look at the time. It’s not even dinner time yet and I love spending time with Luke.

Lately we haven’t really gotten best friend time because of the other boys and Arzaylea. I nod and pull into a parking spot.

His apartment is just as I remember it. The living room and kitchen were very neat, almost untouched. As soon as you stepped foot in his bedroom it’s like a bomb had gone off, dishes and clothes everywhere.

I smile and pick up a picture of us from graduation. His arm is hooked over my shoulder and our smiles are real. His blond hair is peaking out from his cap while I complained that day about how I looked bald. He has just gotten his lip pierced and loved how it looked.

We went together to the shop, I got my nose pierced while he got his lip.

Things seemed the same but they were also much different. Luke changed a lot after he met Arzaylea, he took out his lip piercing and was a lot quieter. I almost feel like he is unhappy but then I’ll see him and her together and he will look like he is enjoying himself.

I set the frame down and Luke shoves a controller in my hand. I smile at him, “Why even try Hemmings? I kick your butt every time.” I smile before jumping on the couch and taking a seat. He puts in the FIFA soccer game that he can never quite seem to beat me at.

“Let’s just say I’ve got a good feeling about this.” He sits next to me.

After while of playing I have to stand to me feet because the restriction of standing is too much with the pressure.

“No. No!” I yell as he gets a penalty shoot-out which will win him the game. He makes it and jumps up in joy, I fall to my knees.

He laughs while standing over me, I glare at him playfully before trying to kick him. He grabs my foot and I try to wiggle it free. He just watched in amusement as I flop like a fish out of water.

I finally give up, my hair sprawled all over my face. He still holds onto my leg, a last attempt to make sure I don’t kick him. I just lay there, attempting to smooth out my unruly hair.

I start to feel a bit uncomfortable when Luke’s eyes are locked on me. He seemed to be in his own little world but his gaze was fixed on me.

I wiggle my leg, “Can I have this back?” I smile.

He seems to return to present day before letting go of my leg.

“For now.” He smiles, almost flirting with me.

I shake that idea out of my head. He doesn’t see me that way. He told me he really likes Arzaylea. We haven’t talked about her in a couple weeks but he sees me as his best friend. Nothing more.

I wish I could say the same. Since grade 10 I started thinking Luke was attractive. We were each other’s first kiss in grade 6 but that was just to get it over with.

I started really liking him the grade we graduated. I started seeing qualities in him that I wanted in a boyfriend.

He met Arzaylea a couple months after graduation and by the way he looked at her I knew. It got even worse, seeing how good of a boyfriend he could be broke my heart.

So I let it go. Tried to just see him as a friend and not make it obvious. I guess I wasn’t doing as good of a job as I thought be the other boys found out soon after.

He kicks me lightly, still leaning over me. “Get up before I spit on you.” He jokes.

Spit dangles from his mouth and I open my mouth jokingly.

He starts laughing and I move out of the way just on time. The spit hits the floor and i quickly stand to my feet.

“Lucas!” I gasp at how close he actually was to spitting on me.

He doubles over in laughter. His hair, that has gotten quite a bit longer, falls into his eyes. I smile, his laughter is very contagious. I start laughing as well.

“What’s so funny?” I question even my own laughter.

He looks over at me, taking a deep breath of air in before laughing again.

It’s impossible not to laugh with him.

I push him over and he lands on the couch. Soon enough he pulls himself together, swiping a tear away from the corner of his eye.

“Come on. You know my spit has been in your mouth before.” He chuckles again.

“Not on purpose. You do have a habit of spitting when you talk though.” I cross my arms.

“Oh yeah. What about grade 6?” He brings up our first kiss.

I scoff, “Please. That barely counted, it was closed mouthed and lasted like half a second.” I try to play off how much that actually meant to me.

Luke and I kissed, he wanted to kiss me.

He shrugs and stands to his feet, yawning.

“You’ve got a test tomorrow. I’ll let you study and get some good sleep.” I start gathering up my things.

“Agh, I don’t want to study. I want to hang out with you.” His whining makes me smile.

I know I mean a lot to him but I worried when Arzaylea come into his life that another girl would be put in front of me. It sounds selfish but it’s really relieving to know he didn’t want to go out to dinner with his girlfriend but wants me to stay and hang out.

“Goodbye, Luke. I’ll see you tomorrow.” I smile, putting my hand on his shoulder before exiting his apartment. The air outside is cool but it’s light and easy to breathe.

I walk out to my car and glance back up to his apartment while unlocking the door. He is standing in the doorway, leaning against the doorframe.

His eyes are watching me from across the parking lot. He smiles widely and waves at me. I start my car and wave at him while driving away.


Baby Liam| Scott McCall x Reader x Liam Dinbar


Part 4| Series

Originally posted by jennchoblake

You felt something falling onto your eye making you jolt awake before realizing it was Scott’s drool. You squinted your eyes, slapping him slightly in his cheek, laughing knowing he can’t do anything about it right now. You were debating if you should get up to get a marker to draw on his face, instantly remembering Liam. The memories of him and you prancing Scott together making you remember of reality.

You jolt forward, making Scott’s resting figure fall against the couch, the impact making him wake up from his slumber. He rubbed his eyes before looking around, only to find you with Liam, a smile on your face as you carried him around pretending that his body was an airplane, the sound effects coming from you and inevitable giggles from Liam. He smiled lazily, but proudly, at his “family”.

His laugh caught your attention, you looked over to him smiling brightly. “He keeps calling me mama.” You boasted. He rolled his eyes, “Well seeing as he was a mama’s boy before this with you, I wouldn’t be surprised to him being so attached to you.” He noted, “A little too attached…” He mumbled, making it your turn to roll your eyes at him. “As much as I love baby Liam, we have to get him back to normal.” You sighed pinching his adorable cheeks.


Scott, Stiles, and you were hunched over reading articles, books, links, on mythology of werewolves, supernatural, and turning them into babies. You groan, making Liam look at you, his head tilting in a confused manner, like a puppy. The action being to adorable for you to be quiet, making you let out “awe’s” and rushing to him to hug him. He tried imitating the sound, only for him to fall short and release yelling sounds. “Maybe you and Scott should go and speak to Deaton. If there’s any way, he’ll know how to be able to help.” Stiles suggested making you look at him scared at what he’s suggesting.

“And whom do you think will take care of Liam?” You sarcastically asked. He smiled evil like, a cheshire smile forming on his lips. “I think it’s time my nephew and I spend some good ol’ quality time together.”


“That’s definitely not something you come across regularly.” Deaton frowned, “I mean we have seen it, but never to an extend of a baby.” He thought out loud. “Well…have you heard anything like this before?” Scott questioned hoping he’ll know how to turn his beta back. Deaton frowned stayed for a couple of seconds, his mind going over his memories because he knew there was something. It was almost as if it was in front of him. He looked up, noticing movement, Y/N standing there, deep in her thoughts, her hands tapping against the table underneath her. He eyes following her fingers to where a bottle payed next to her. Birth control for werewolves. It was in front of him!

Deaton let out a yelp, smiling at scaring the wolves inside his room. “Y/N do you remember the birth control I made especially for werewolves?” Deaton asked grabbing the bottles. You nodded, “uh..yeah…we don’t really need a refill. I mean, we’re kind of busy with the whole Liam turning into a bay that we haven’t gotten the chance t-” You rambled on, not seeming to be able to stop the horrid words from coming out of your mouth. Deaton cut you off, “No, that’s not what I brought it up. But thanks.” He joked smirking at a red Scott. “Do you remember the side effect?” He brought up again to Y/N.

You shook your head, to which Deaton nodded. “Well in some cases, it has affected the man and turned them into babies. Mythology going back to tying with karma of not letting nature take its course, but it’s rare, mostly thought to be myth.” He informed them, “Have you recently lost any pills?” He asked you. You nooses your head explaining you were missing two a while back, the exact day Liam turned.

All of you smiled before researching the myths and the cure. Deaton found out that they needed certain herbs, to which he promise he’ll get, but needed time.

Scott and you made your way back home to find Stiles crawled in a fetal position, rocking back and fourth. Once hearing your arrival, he sprinted to you, hugging and kissing your head. You were surprised by his actions, growing worried. Scott growled behind you, usually not getting jealous over his best friends, Stiles, but due to the lack of intimacy, he was very protective and possessive over you. Stiles rolled his eyes, his sarcastic ways over powering his dramatic act. “What’s wrong?” Scott huffed out. “The kid…he’s no baby, he’s evil.” He whispered scared of being heard from Liam. You looked around hearing giggling, eventually your eyes landing on Liam, a pair of underwear on his head, his hands clapping while he giggled. Your heart melted, while Stiles whispered, “Pure evil.”

Molly Weasley

My freckles get more intense in the summer.

((OOC: In my mind, Molly has always been freckled as heck. Arthur likes to connect-the-dots with his fingers, which always makes Molly blush.

I was super duper inspired by @asktheboywholived, @sirussly, and @ohtheclevernessofme1972, who are all beautiful and amazing.

Also I spent a real long time editing together a gif, which then didn’t work, because I am technologically inept. But I tried! ))

anonymous asked:

Hii, could you please do more Fanboy!Tae HCs please???

Yoongi remembers the first time he ever saw Taehyung jealous. It was actually so hilarious and a fun time for him. Yoongi’s usually the only to pout and glare at the boys Taehyung pulls with him to events and for once it’s Taehyung being pouty and grumpy literally Yoongi wants to milk it for all it’s worth because the younger is so fucking cute!!!

It’s during a fan sign in Seoul. Taehyung arrives at the usual location dressed up in his best outfit and carrying his favorite camera to capture any cute poses his boyfriend might do in his direction. It catches him off guard for a moment, though, when he lines up and none of the normal fan masters he interacts with come up to say hello like before. 

His eyebrows scrunch together and he looks around to notice that most of the fan masters are in a circle a little further ahead of the line. 

“Hey, Yoona! What’s going on over there?” 

Taehyung smiles as he spots and talks to one of the Seokjin fan masters he’s gotten close with. She’s a cute girl who always has a Mario plush with her and wants Soekjin to call her baby girl and also one of the few persons that knows of Taehyung’s and Yoongi’s relationship. The girl giggles and covers her mouth before her eyes shut into half moons with her grin and Taehyung himself can’t help but grinning. 

Until she speaks. 

“There’s a new Yoongi fanboy! You remember how wild it was when you first came, they are just excited to see another boy.” 

The grin on his face falls and he wants to say something else but before he can the staff is asking them to line up and of course, of fucking course, the boy lines up right in front of Taehyung. He doesn’t even try to hide his frown. The boy is fucking adorable as fuck. His hair is dyed silver, to match Yoongi’s Taehyung notices, and his almond eyes are lined in sharp dark black liner with light red shadow covering the lids. Really if Taehyung thinks about  it the boy looks similar to himself and that thought only pisses him off more when he sees the boy wearing a shirt that reads “Suga’s boyfriend!” on it.  The boy grins when he sees Taehyung. 

“Hello, I’m Baekhyun! Are you a fanboy too? Ah i bet your girlfriend dragged you here right?” 

Taehyung just points to his camera that hangs around his neck and more specifically the card taped to the camera that reads “Sugas_Sweets.” Baekhyun’s mouth drops open.


Thankfully before Baekhyun can try talking to him more the line begins moving and the fans are aloud to enter the building. Taehyung quickly looks for Yoongi and his mood instantly brightens when he notices Yoongi is already staring at him with a gummy smile on his face. His mood again is dropped when he hears Baekhyun squeal followed by “Holy shit Suga hyung is so handsome!!” 

He’s really not normally the jealous type but something about Baekhyun gets the possessive juices in him flowing. The boy is pretty, fucking gorgeous really, and Yoongi’s type. It makes Taehyung frown.  

“Did you get Hyung a gift? I got him this signed Eminem cd and some of his favorite candies!” 

Baekhyun is tossing an arm around Taehyung’s shoulder as he talks and Taehyung tries to focus on getting quality pictures of his boyfriend, and some of Namjoon for Kyungsoo, he really just wants to toss his camera because he knows Yoongi is going to fucking love that gift. It’s not a competition but Taehyung wants nothing more than to casually toss out a “I sucked his dick last night that’s a good enough gift.” but he stops himself. Instead he just smiles and shakes his head. 

“I go to every event. Yoongi asked i stop getting him gifts because my love and support is enough for him.” 

It’s their turn to meet the boys at the table and he counts it as a win when he sees Baekhyun look a bit jealous at the way Yoongi lights up when he notices Taehyung is in line. Most fans themselves have just figured Taehyung is Yoongi’s favorite fan site and that’s why the rapper lights up whenever he sees him. Taehyung knows it’s really because his boyfriend is a giant sap that loves when Taehyung shows his fanboy side. Sadly the way the line is set up has Baekhyun going to see Yoongi before Taehyung does. 

He watches with a frown as Baekhyun hands his gifts to Yoongi and Yoongi’s eyes shine when he sees the Eminem cd. Baekhyun raises his hand and Taehyung assumes he’s asking for a high five until he sees Yoongi link their fingers together for a few seconds. It makes his stomach turn unhappily as Baekhyun blushes when he makes eye contact with Yoongi and Yoongi himself laughs at how fucking cute Baekhyun is. 

The staff push him along and Yoongi laughs again when Taehyung sits in front of him with a pout. 

“He’s cute.” 

Yoongi teases his boyfriend and Taehyung huffs. 

“I’m turning into a Namjoon fan site.” 

Of course they both know he’s lying and Yoongi laces their fingers together as he coos. 

“Kyungsoo would kill you if you did.”

They don’t have much time together and Taehyung knows Yoongi has a packed schedule so they won’t get to have any secret dates anytime soon so he tries to smile as he hands over some sticky notes with questions for Yoongi to answer. One of them has a question that reads “Hyung what is your ideal type?” and he winks as he writes down “Pretty boys that pout when they are jealous and have purple hair.” 

Taehyung leaves with a blush on his face as staff ask him to move on. Damn Yoongi can be so smooth sometimes. 

Yoongi laughs the moment he reads the text. He knows, thanks to Taehyung, how much the fans are fearing for his hair now that a new comeback has been announced and although Yoongi already knows he’s keeping his dark hair he decides to tease Taehyung. 

He uploads an old selfie he has on his phone that was never posted onto twitter with his hair a bright orange, from when he was in the middle of bleaching it, before texting Taehyung back. 

“You haven’t checked Twitter?” 

A little bit of worry runs through him when twenty minutes pass and he’s gotten no reply from his boyfriend.  Another ten minutes go by and finally Yoongi texts his Taehyung again. 

“Are you okay?” 

What he receives is a picture of Taehyung in front of the bighit building with the words “BRB fighting Bang PD.” under it. 


It’s hard on them sometimes. Not always sunshine’s and rainbows. Sometimes they fight and it’s so ugly because they care for each other so much. Yoongi has idol friends that are just so fucking rude sometimes and there the ones that know about him dating a fan and they put words into his head that normally he wouldn’t think about. 

“What if he’s only with you because of the fame?” 

“He only likes you because you’re Suga.” 

“Once the excitement of being with an idol wears off he’ll leave you and go to a magazine about your relationship.” 

Yoongi’s so stressed out when Taehyung calls to tell him about how much he loves the new mv and talk about it he just snaps. 

“Can you please just shut up about the music video.” 

Taehyung goes silent for a moment before trying to change the subject to maybe cheer Yoongi on for his next concert. Yoongi knows he’s being a dick but again the stress it there and the lack of sleep and the words from his friends creep up and he just can’t handle it. 

“All you ever want to fucking talk about is concerts and music videos and it’s so fucking annoying can you just stop being such a fucking fan for once! I’m sorry i don’t want to be your idol boyfriend Suga today you can leech from me later.” 

The line clicks as Taehyung hangs up their call before Yoongi can even realize he’s taken out his stress on his boyfriend. Of course the younger doesn’t answer any attempts Yoongi makes to call him back. It just makes everything hurt more when a few days pass and Yoongi doesn’t see Taehyung at the fan event that he knew for sure the younger had tickets to. Yoongi checks twitter and his gut drops when he sees the top tweet. 

Sugas_Sweets: Hello it’s admin of S_S, for the first time ever S_S will be going on hiatus. Thank you for understanding.

He tries one more time to text Taehyung. “Am i really losing my favorite fan site?” and of course he feels like a dick when Taehyung text him back. “Clearly it bothers you that i’m a fan so i’ll stop.” 

That same day he nearly runs to Taehyung’s apartment as soon as he gets the free time. He has no idea what he’s going to say or do but he knows he needs to fix things with his boyfriend. He never really realized how much he looked forward to seeing Taehyung at events and concerts until the younger hadn’t showed up. He sees it coming when he knocks on the door and Kyungsoo answers just to slam the door back shut when he sees who it is. He’s always been protective over Taehyung and Yoongi is ready to fight his way into the house if he has too to get to Taehyung. Thankfully the younger opens the door a few minutes later. 

Yoongi doesn’t say anything before pulling him into a tight hug. 

“I’m sorry i’m a fucking asshole. I love your support and i love that you’re my fan and that you are there to cheer me on and i didn’t mean anything i said i just let some stupid words some people said get to me and i’m sorry.” 

He hates that Taehyung’s eyes are red, probably from crying, and the younger sighs as if he’s given up. 

“You know i’m dating you because you’re Yoongi right? I love Min Yoongi the man that snores too loud and is picky about his ramen. I don’t care if you are Suga of BTS i love Min Yoongi and i only talk about your work so much because i want you to know how proud i am of you.”

Yoongi nods. He does know that he just fucked up and he says so as he holds the love of his life to him. Taehyung finally hugs him back.

“I love you, stupid. If you make me cry again i’ll get Kyungsoo to kick your ass.” 

Yoongi just chuckles.

“I love you, too brat.” 

anonymous asked:

Hi Camille! I need a little help. How do you make Sims pictures for icons? I put all the game in high graphics, but even in CAS, the images get pixelated. Can you help me with that?

Hi! After I got your message, I jumped in my game to take pictures of my settings for you. Here is what I have:


Screen Capture

I thought that it might have been related to the memory/capture settings, but I saw the capture size and quality are under the video capture header. Maybe you can try playing with the capture size and quality, though, and seeing if it does anything?

I also tried taking a look around Google for articles about taking good quality pictures and I did see a suggestion of making sure your resolution is set correctly. The higher the resolution, the better the quality of the image. I also saw a suggestion to make sure that post processing effects is checked (under graphics settings), but I don’t think that would affect your picture quality as much as the game graphics quality in general.

Besides that, I’m not really sure–I’m sorry! Maybe someone else can comment with suggestions!

anonymous asked:

i think it's interesting Shiro hasn't changed out of the prison uniform, despite there presumably being clothing in the castle and them all having gone to a shopping mall. Would he get an outfit change once he's better over his ordeal?

I mean, I wonder if part of it is… concealment? 

Like. So ever since I read @bosstoaster‘s metal skeleton fic, I’ve been wondering- we really don’t know a lot of what happened to Shiro and what of that shows physically. Basically the only parts of him we’ve seen are his head, left hand, and a small swatch of his torso when he had the glowing wound from Haggar. Shiro has changed clothes, we’ve seen him in and out of his armor and he presumably changed into the white jumpsuit for his stay in the healing pod in s2e3, since he was conscious when they were rescued- so he’d know what he looks like at a bare minimum but it’s entirely possible the rest of the team… doesn’t.

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Pairing: Ryan/Ray


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Summary: Ray wouldn’t quite say he fell in love with the dorky streamer at first sight, but, well…

He can’t deny that he’s glad he and Ryan (eventually) become friends. (He’s simultaniously not that glad, because one-sided crushes are horrible).

(and press b to fall in love)

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anonymous asked:

I could you do a little imagine where dylan tries to make you jealous?

ahh i’ve been working on this for three or four days so i’m sorry it’s shitty. i just don’t have the time to make quality imagines right now and i hope u guys understand that. but here’s atleast something :( (there’s a lot of spelling errors in this beacuse i don’t have the time to correct them right now, sorry i’m fixing them later)


You and Dylan had been dating for about 2 months and had a good relationship, you two had no problems what so ever. Dylan had fallen head over heels for you, everything about you was perfect in his eyes and he couldn’t believe that he, Dylan Klebold, had gotten himself such a beautiful girl. But today, he decided it’d would’ve been fun to try to make you jealous to make you taste your own medicine.

It all had started the very same morning when you and Dylan had been walking down the hallways at school, talking about something that happened in class when Eric and Devon had shown up unexpectedly. “What’s up guys?” Eric said as he placed one of his arms around your shoulders, making you giggle. “Hello, Eric,” You chuckled as he looked down at you, smiling. “How was English?” He asked you as you fixed your backpack that was falling of your back. “Awful, as usual.” You said and he let out a chuckle. “Of course, of course,” He said, still having his arm wrapped around your shoulders. At this point, you could basically feel Dylan burn his eyes into your neck. You didn’t bother to move Eric’s arm away though, because you and Eric was nothing more than really good friends and Dylan knew that. At least that’s what you thought.

After a while of walking down the long hallways and laughing about something Eric was telling you, you finally reached your destination. You opened up your locker and placing your books inside of it before turning around with a smile on your lips. Your smile quickly dropped as you saw Dylan wrap an arm around Devon’s waist, laughing. “You know, you look very good today Devon,” He smiled at her as Devon let out a unsure chuckle. “Thank you Dyl?” She let out as she looked over at you in confusion. You quickly looked over at Eric, meeting his, just as confused as yours, eyes. You looked over at your boyfriend once again and spotted him moving closer to the girl. Your heart was breaking by seeing this, I mean, you two had been dating for about two months now and you thought everything was going perfectly fine; but guess not. “But you’re always looking good.” He winked at her, making her laugh uncomfortably.

At this point, you couldn’t stand seeing him flirting with her anymore. You quickly slammed your locker shut, making everyone’s gaze turn to you as you looked over at your boyfriend. “I need to go.” You muttered as you quickly walked away from the Group. Eric gazed ocer at Dylan who was watching you walk away, opening his mouth to speak but immediatly closing it. “Nice job,” Eric hissed as he shook his head, Dylan turning his gaze to face him. “I j-” He started but the pissed boy in front of him quickly interrupted him. “If you don’t mind, I’m just gonna go and find your girlfriend,” He hissed once again before quickly running after you. Dylan let out a sigh as his hand left Devons waist.

You could feel the tears starting to spill as you reached further away from the group of people. You tried to figure out why he was acting like that, but nothing came into your mind. You hadn’t done anything wrong, at least not what you could think of. “Y/n!” You heard Eric call after you as you turned around to face him. He let out a deep sigh as he noticed the lonely tear that was running down your cheek. “Come here.” He said and opened up his arms, making you immediatly wrap your arms around him.“Let’s get out of here.”

“I just don’t get it why he would do anything like that when he knew I was watching,” You mumbled as he closed the door to hs car behind him. “I don’t understand why he’d want to do that anyways, all he ever talks about is you and how much he’s fallen for you.” He mumbled back as he closed the door. You couldn’t help but to blush, feeling your cheeks heat up. “Really?” You asked and tried to cover up your bubbly smile. “Yes, really.” He continued as he let out a sigh. You looked down at your lap and let your hair fall down your face, covering up your big smile. “Oh.” You whispered, not looking up from your lap. “Speaking of the devil,” you heard him muttering after a short silence, making you look his way immediately. “What?” You said and looked at him with a confused look on your face. Your gaze followed his, looking out the window; only to find Dylan standing there. You immediately looked down at your lap once again, hearing Eric roll down the window. There the tall, lanky boy stood with his hands in his pockets. Before opening his mouth to speak he let out a deep sigh. “Can I please talk to y/n?” You heard him mumbling on the other side of the car, making your heart skip a beat. “No, you can not.” Eric hissed as Dylan looked at him, not saying a word. Before you knew it, you felt his eyes burn intro your side profile, making you blush. “Please?” He mumbled, not taking his eyes of you. Eric immediately turned his gaze to you, waiting for an answer.

“Okay.” You mumbled after a short, awkward silence as Eric let out a groan. “Oh, thank god,” you heard Dylan muttering in relief as he threw his head back. “But you better make it quick,” Eric muttered as he got out of the car, his seat being replaced by Dylan’s tall body. “I’m going for a smoke. When I’m coming back, you’re getting the hell out of here.” He hissed as pulled out a cigarette, walking away; leaving you and Dylan alone.

At first there was a long, awkward silence before he decided to speak. “I’m sorry.” He mumbled as he played with his own hands. You just simply nodded, not looking away from your lap. Yes, you were mad. Extremely mad. And sad at the same time, and he knew that. He let out a frustrated groan as his hand made it’s way through his blonde hair. “Please y/n, talk to me!” He let out as he looked over at you. You immediately looked up at him, showing your tear stained face. “What do you want me to fucking say Dylan? Oh, no it’s totally okay! I’m just gonna act like you didn’t touch another girl and complimented her right in front of my eyes, oh fucking no!” You let out as he looked at you. “Have you been crying?” He asked, studying your face. You immediately looked away from him, wiping your face with your hand. “Like it matters to you.” You mumbled. “I love you y/n,” he whispered as he placed his hand on your thigh. You crossed your arms, not looking at him. “You know that. I just couldn’t handle Eric being all touchy with you so I just,” he rambled, interrupting himself by sighing; realizing you didn’t even listen to him. “I love you. Okay? I tried to make you jealous cause Eric was making me jealous by touching you like that. I never meant these things I told Devon,” he said and you looked up at him. “Making you cry wasn’t my motive. Oh god no, you know how much I hate seeing you cry!” He chuckled, making you giggle. After a while he looked up at you and gave you a weak smile. “Can we please just forget about this?” He asked after you grabbed his hand that still was laying on your thigh. You didn’t bother to answer his question, instead you leaned in and pressed your lips against his.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he chuckled against your lips, making you smile while your pulled away; pressing your forehead against his. “And no more making each other jealous.” You said and he smiled at you.

“I promise.”

Binder Review!

Sorry the pics aren’t great. 

Sad sports bra 

Comfort: ★★★★★
Binding: _ _ _ _ _

Ancient Fish King / “Ebay Binder”

Comfort: ★★★★_ 
Binding: ★★★ _ _
Quality:  ★_ _ _ _

I got a size up by accident so it’s quite loose. Bad quality but binds ok considering. The fabric started to become pilly and scratchy after a few months and parts of it are starting to tear, but you get what you pay for. I would be cautious about this binder. People have been experiencing lung problems after wearing these binders full time, and some have said that they’re no better than ace bandages. Fortunately I haven’t experienced any trouble, but I wouldn’t buy this again. This binder is fine if you’re only wearing it for cosplay or something, but if you really can’t afford anything better, maybe get a size up like I did.

Underworks Extreme MagiCotton Sports and Binding Bra / Underworks 310

Comfort: ★★★_ _
Binding: ★★ _ _ _
Quality:  ★★★★_

It’s alright. Sometimes it pushes everything to the middle of my chest and gives me a slight uniboob, but It supports my chest really well. This would be good for those who are looking for something half way between a sports bra and a chest binder. If you want to get it to work out in, I’d recommend getting a size up so you can breath. Also I wish the material was smoother because my shirt keeps clinging to it.

Underworks Tri-Top / Underworks 983

Comfort: ★★_ _ _
Binding: ★★★★★
Quality:  ★★★_ _

Binds really well! But sometimes it makes me feel like I’m going to die. Kind of feels like it’s made out of the same material lawn chairs are made out of, but my shirt doesn’t cling to it so it’s cool. It constricts my chest a lot so I take it off as soon as I get home, but boy oh boy does it bind well.


Comfort: ★★★★_ 
Binding: ★★★★_  
Quality:  ★★★★★

Only got this today so I can’t say anything about how it’ll hold up over time, but so far I’m really happy with it! It’s super soft and so comfy. It’s impossible to get on or off, and at first I was worried that it’d be too small for me, but once I got it on it fit perfectly. It creates a very slight uniboob effect and binds slightly less than the tri-top, but the comfort makes up for it. I wouldn’t recommend this to those with bigger chests because it doesn’t seem to cover me as much and I can imagine some having trouble with their chests “spilling out” a bit. I’m really happy with this though, and it’s going to replace my tri-top as my full-time binder.

Let me know if you have any questions!

i’m sorry pt.3

A/N : I’m sorry that I’ve been dragging this on this honestly should’ve been a two-parter, but I’ve been going through some serious writer’s block lately and it sucks. I don’t know I just don’t feel as inspired as I use to. but don’t worry I won’t be leaving this blog, but I may or may be going on a hiatus and this time for a month MAYBE just to get some creative thoughts going and finding my roots so I’m not just half-assing and I’m actually giving you guys real good quality, but i don’t know I will most DEFINTLEY keep yall posted if I do decide to go on a little break. 

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