It’s been a long time since I made a lineless drawing (The last one was the AfterDeath Icon pack with Goth). I didn’t draw like this since that one because I thought it was kinda bad buuuut I found a tutorial about lineless art and decided to start practicing it again! Maybe someday I can make a decent thing lol.
Anyway, here’s a Blueprint Icon that I may or may not use for the blog’s porfile photo if I don’t make a Mint Icon first tbh I like my Icon. I love drawing Mint doing weird things like eating magic glitter– If you want to use it, it’s ok!
I love Jensen's jawline cos somedays it's sharp af and then others he has the cutest double chin???
oh my god, I am sOoOoOO GLAD YOU BROUGHT THIS UP
[x] okay I just want to point out the sheer difference between these two photos right here. Exhibit A: smiley and full of sunshine, jawline so sharp could probs kill a man, lookin’ flawless as per usual
[x] Exhibit B: a Classic Derp™ face. extra chins coming out of nowhere, they’re multiplying by the second. where he keepin’ them hidden, his damn pocket?? it’s like one of those posts girls make to show how makeup and a good camera angle can drastically change everything
I’d love to make a revamp/continuation of Underground someday. Maybe a comic or fanfic or even an ask-blog or something I dunno. I wanna do some research first though, which means rewatching the show again.
Would you guys be up for something like a liveblog or a retrospective or something similar while I rewatch Underground?
There are certain things that Richie just knows. He knows that Beverly isn’t the slut everyone seems to think she is. He knows that Georgie likes paper boats. He knows that clowns are creepy and should be avoided at all costs. They’re everyday, obvious facts of life that he never forgets.
Thanks to Momozzz32 on weibo for the clear scans. Please let me know if there are any errors.
As we worked together, our camaraderie grew.
Nakayama: Long time no see. [We haven’t met] since we ate together in March?
Yamada: I saw you more recently [than that].
Nakayama: No, no, I have not seen you for about half a year already!
Yamada: Oh, is that so? (Laughs)
Nakayama: Lately, Yamada-kun has been so busy, you know. I am worried about your health.
Yamada: Everything’s OK! When was the first time we met?
Nakayama: It’s Hawaii. 2007.
Yamada: That’s right, and since Yuma said “he knows everything about pro wrestling”, we ended up challenging each other [to a match]. Then I won (laughs)! I was soooo disappointed!
Nakayama: Moreover, even though I used all my skills right from the start, you got out of [the hold] easily and counterattacked; the difference in power was evident. I did not want to do it again (laughs).
-Very lucky to have him like youngbin is literally a hunk and he knows hes a hunk and will treat you so good, girls are wishing to be in your place.
-Omg touchyyy. A very sweet and lovable boyfriend who will want to give you his attention 24/7. He loves touching you, just because you are his and you are precious. Not afraid to show public affection and Will always want you sitting on his lap rather than a normal chair and will stare at you lovingly regardless of what you were doing, eating/laughing/whatever.
- #1fan/supporter and will be so happy whenever you accomplished something like for example passed your exams/get promoted at your job. Is so proud of everything you do and will brag to his members/manager/friends/family. “DID U KNOW MY GIRLFRIEND GRADUATED FROM UNI??! THAT RIGHT THERE LADIES AND GENTLEMAN IS A SEXY AND SUCCESSFUL WOMAN”
-Worries alot though he can’t help it and is always jealous whenever your around your guy friends or guys are staring at you. Will confront the guys so ull have to stop or drag him away before he gets really riled up. Will not hesitate to kick someone in the face if they try to grab you or touch you out of nowhere. Afterwards he would hold your face while staring at you closely like “Are you ok baby? Did you get scared?”
-Dates are at amusement parks, he probably will have a lot of fun since he is the type who likes rides. Will share icecream and feed you food while wearing cute headbands together and couple coordinated outfits. Goes to cafes and places where couples typically go to and take loads of pictures. Takes candid photos of you to the point where his lockscreen/home screen/ photo gallery only has you???
-Will mostly likely look to date and get married someday. Sex with him would be more of slow but passionate. He wants to please you more than please himself and best know he will get RIPPED for you-even better wow. Just know his stare during love making will leave you breathless.
-Will mostly think of how to propose to you months before he actually does propose. Just know once your relationships gets past a year he will right away want to start a life with you.
Idky i chose this gif but look at his armss.
So I missed finishing this by Halloween. I tried as hard as I could! This is for @sleepymr and @noisywastelandphilosopher who wanted something with ravens. This probably isn’t really what you wanted but here you go!
Ever since he had sold his soul to the
devil, a bird seemed to be following him. Maybe one had nothing to do
with the other since he didn’t feel any different without a soul. He
didn’t turn evil. He didn’t stop caring about the situation the world
was in. All that was really different was this bird.
Wherever Crane went, there was always
this one particular large corvid not too far behind. It wasn’t one of
the normal crows that seemed to be everywhere this time of year. No,
it was bigger. Its beak was different, not as straight as a crow’s.
And it seemed far more intelligent than any bird he had ever seen
before. He wondered if some sort of coven was trying to contact him
but even after a few days, the bird never approached him with a
message. It just showed up in various trees and on assorted utility
poles wherever he might be. Waiting and watching but for what, he did
After a week, Crane decided to call it
Muninn, after one of Odin’s two ravens. A few days later, the bird
seemed to notice when he called its name and would shake its glossy
feathered head at him. Or maybe he was imagining all of it. It had
been weeks since he had slept well at night in his grim apartment on
his IKEA bed and he was a little “off” these days. Or maybe he
was looking for the supernatural in anything and everything. Maybe he
was looking for something that had been lost. Something that had come
back to him.
It would be easier if the bird could
speak instead of just nodding and preening its feathers. Why couldn’t
he be followed around by a macaw that could at least ‘parrot’ words
back at him. Or Poe’s raven, speaking one word only. That would be
enough, wouldn’t it? Maybe not if the word was “nevermore” and it
had to do with his lost love.
Of course, the answer was already
nevermore when it came to that person. To Abbie.
Crane looked up at the raven and it
looked back at him, cocking its head to the side. He had been reading
up on corvids and he thought that judging by this bird’s size, it was
probably female. He thought about changing her name to something more
feminine but instead just called her Nin for short. A few times he
had gotten mad at her antics and called her ‘Nincompoop’ but that
made her angry and she would drop small, shiny objects on him from
above. Bottle caps and gum wrappers and stray pieces of wire would
come at him from the sky.
A few people would stare at him as he
talked to this wild bird but he was used to this. A man in colonial
garb talking to a random black bird in a tree was probably an oddity
in most neighborhoods. At least since the leaves had turned to
scarlet, gold, and orange, he could spot Nin easily. It would become
easier once the leaves all fell off.
He had to wonder if the bird would stay
here during the winter… one more thing he’d have to look up about
ravens. He was becoming quite the master of ravens the longer this
bird kept following him around. Over time, he didn’t feel that she
was a witch’s familiar or any kind of demon. If the bird was either
of those, she didn’t seem to ever be doing anything for her cause. He
had never really been fond of birds but this one… it was different.
Others asked how he knew it was the
same bird all the time, but he knew it. He could sense it somewhere
near even when he was in his apartment. He considered opening his
windows to see if it would fly in but wasn’t sure what he’d do with
her then. Clip her wings and force her to keep him company? Was he
That night, he did leave a window open
to the crisp autumn air yet no bird flew in to join him.
The trees lost their leaves and snow
fell on the ground. The bird was still around but not as much. It was
as if Nin was now comfortable with leaving Crane for a while, sure
she’d find him again. Or maybe Crane was overthinking this whole
thing. It was a bird. An intelligent variety of bird who did have a
history of becoming attached to humans but still a bird. He began to
collect all the small objects she would leave for him, assuming they
were meant to be gifts. All except the ones she dropped precisely on
his head when he did something to make her cross. He wouldn’t give
her the satisfaction.
He’d see her with her feathers all
puffed up on the coldest mornings. Crane would leave his apartment
building and nod to her as he made his way to whatever he was working
on that day. She would nod back and fly off to God knows where.
Sometimes she’d be there when he got home. Sometimes she wouldn’t and
he’d stare at the leafless tree across from his building, hoping to
catch sight of her before he went in for the night. He wondered what
she was eating on these coldest of days. He didn’t envy her life,
always in search of food and with no hope of ordering Chinese
As the nights grew even colder, he
fashioned a large and cozy bird box on one of his windowsills,
tearing up an old shirt of his to use as lining. Not wanting just any
bird in there, he devised a puzzle she’d have to solve to get through
the door and watched and waited to see if she would figure it out.
The weather was getting extreme and he was getting worried when Nin
finally showed up, figured out the puzzle in under a minute, and
settled in for the night. Crane smiled knowing she was safe.
Others told him to get a pet but this
wasn’t a pet at all. She had all the freedom she needed. He didn’t
pretend to be this bird’s owner. He could watch out for her without
clipping her wings and forcing her into a cage.
Even though she wasn’t a pet, she did
fill a void in his life. And he appreciated that.
It was nearly spring but the March air
was still bitterly cold. After a late night chasing a demon through
the tunnels under DC, Crane stumbled into his apartment, took off his
coat, and wanted nothing more than to now pull off his boots and
collapse on his bed. Instead, Nin was tapping insistently on his
window. This was new. She normally just went into her box and spent
the night quietly.
He looked at her through the glass and
the raven stared back with eyes he could swear he had seen before.
She seemed to trying to get him to do something. To follow her. She
could have been making normal raven noises but he could have sworn
that first time ever, she called out his name.
“What is it?” he asked.
“Wait by the front door. I’ll be
there in a minute,” he said, holding up his index finger as he put
his coat back on. He rushed out of the apartment building and through
the front doors to find Nin waiting for him in her tree. She flew
from tree to tree, leading him somewhere. He hurried to keep up with
her and to make sure he didn’t lose sight of her when she led them
into a park. Nin flew into the middle of an empty baseball field and
fluttered to the ground, the grass still brown from winter and
covered in a light layer of frost now.
Suddenly Nin was no longer Nin but was
turning into something else. The bird was surrounded by a silvery
light and was changing form. He had seen a lot in his day and nothing
should surprise him anymore. Nothing. But this… this was enough to
make it almost impossible to speak any words.
“Abbie?” he finally managed to ask,
afraid he was going to pass out right here in the middle of this cold
field near second base, the full moon shining bright above them.
Her transformation was beautiful, going
quickly from a bird to his partner in a matter of seconds. She stood
before him wearing a glossy, black outfit complete with boots. But
she had on no coat and he shed his own quickly and offered it to her.
She took it from him and wrapped it over shoulders.
“Hello, Crane,” she said, reaching
up to softly touch his face.
“What’s happening?” he asked her,
still having trouble forming words. “You’re dead.”
“I was dead and now I’m not. You know
death isn’t always permanent. You know that better than anyone,”
Abbie said, her hand still resting upon his cheek. She was warm…
and she smelled like the Abbie he remembered and he hoped that this
wasn’t some sort of trick but was really his Abbie.
“But… but… I’m confused. Why a
raven?” he asked her, his hand now going to hers and covering it.
“A crane would be too obvious,” she
said with a smile. “Ravens are smart birds who can remember faces.
As long as I was going to be a bird, I wanted to remember your face
so I could find you over and over again.”
“I’m glad you did.”
“Plus, certain legends say that
ravens can steal souls. Did you know that?” she asked, moving her
hand. His followed along and their fingers ended up entwined,
grasping onto one another. They began walking, holding hands, in no
“I did read that, when I was trying
to figure out why this particular bird was following me,” he said.
“Crane, I stole your soul back from
the devil himself and you didn’t even know it. That’s why I picked
this particular bird. So I could do that for you. You’ve had your
soul back since about two days after you traded it to him,” Abbie
said, squeezing his hand in hers.
He stopped walking abruptly, jerking
her back to him. Crane’s face couldn’t hide his shock at this news.
He had been worried about how he was ever going to get his soul back
and Abbie had done it for him. He could only imagine it was so they
could be together in the afterlife forever.
“You are locked in this existence
because of my soul?” he asked. She had already given up enough for
him. This wasn’t what he wanted.
“I can fly because of this existence
and I will someday get to return to heaven. And now you will be
there, too. You can join me like this, you know.”
“As a bird… as a raven?” he asked
incredulously, the pitch of his voice rising on the word raven.
“Yes, most of the time. But
sometimes, like right now, we can be human together.”
“Why are you human right now?” he
“Magic and moonlight,” she said with a sly grin.
“Yes, I know all about magic. I’ve
read the Harry Potter books and even though I am a Ravenclaw… I’m
not sure that means I should be a raven,” he said.
“You were married to a witch,” she
said, wrinkling her brow at his comment.
“That, too,” he said with a sigh,
then shook the thought out of his head. “But why can you be in this
form now? How can you be you?”
“The Crow Moon,” she said, pointing
up to the full moon above them.
“Once a year? During the Lenten Moon?
We can be human?” he asked, still sounding like out of all the
things he had seen in his life, this was the one thing he wasn’t
going to believe.
“It’s the best I can do. Once a year
together as humans is better than never,” she said. “The rest of
the time, you can be the Huginn to my Muninn. We’ll be able to fly,
Crane. Fly anywhere.”
“But what about my mission? As a
Witness?” he asked.
“When it’s time, someone else will
take over the cause. It will be passed on,” she said.
“Even though I haven’t died?” he
“It’s going to be hard to fulfill
your Biblical obligations as a raven…”
“You can think about it.”
“For how long?” he asked.
“Until the sun comes up. I can only
be here like this until the sun comes up,” she said. Before he
could say another word, she grabbed him and pulled him to her. They
both stumbled from the force and she ended up with his arms enfolding
her, hugging her tight. His mind raced to count down the hours to
sunrise and he knew how he wanted to spend that time with her. If she
wanted. Judging by the way she had put her hands on his face and was
standing on her toes for a kiss, he realized that she had the same
Her mouth met his, silencing the
hundreds of questions he still had for her about her life as a raven
and how if would be if he decided to become like her. Instead of
asking anything, he got lost in the feel of her lips on his. So warm.
So soft. So… Abbie.
“Home,” she mumbled in between
kisses. “Yours, obviously. We won’t fit in mine.”
“I would have built you a birdhouse
castle had I known,” he said as she tugged him in the direction of
his apartment. “I would have done anything for me.”
“Oh, really? You called me nincompoop
once, Crane,” she said and he tried to explain.
“You dropped bottle caps on my head,”
he said in his defense.
“I missed you so much. So much I
would have done anything to get your attention,” she said, the two
of them stumbling up the front steps to his apartment building.
“I too have missed you, Lieutenant.
So much so I thought that this bird was a sign from you… and it
was. I don’t know how or why–”
She shut him up with one more kiss
before they made it to his door.
He worshiped every inch of her body.
Her skin was smooth and flawless as his lips brushed across all her
curves and his tongue delved into everywhere it could. She
practically purred as she came for the second time that hour.
“I’m ever so thankful you don’t make
bird sounds,” he said, lifting his head from between her thighs to
look at her. He was half off the bed and it was the perfect place to
see all of her.
“At least I don’t do that… yet,”
she said seriously before her face couldn’t hide the smile any
longer. It was the happiest he had ever seen her, laughing even more
when he tickled her inner thighs with his bearded face. She pleaded
for him to join her on the bed so he crawled up until he was over
her, her hand going deftly between them as she guided him into her
body. He had forgotten how hot it was. How wet it was. How
wonderfully tight around him… he almost forgot to move until she
nudged him along.
He looked into her eyes, praying that
this wasn’t some sort of dream or illusion. Her eyes searched his and
“I’m real,” she said as if she
could read his mind. She wrapped her legs high around his waist,
letting him slip in even deeper. “I’m real and I want you… I…”
She lost the ability to speak
coherently when he got on his knees and yanked her towards him,
thrusting harder into her body. She cried out as she came again and
he felt the world flash bright around him and fade to nothing. He
fell beside her, struggling to catch his breath as her fingers
brushed over his chest and across his stomach and over his hipbones.
“That… I wasn’t expecting that… I
figured you…” she started to say, struggling to find the words.
“Hadn’t done this in a while? This is
true. Or that men from my time had no clue how to please a woman?”
he asked. Their legs were intertwined and he took one of her hands in
his, bringing it to his lips to kiss. “I can assure you that I have
had a lot of time to think of all the ways I should have pleasured
you, Abbie, and I only wish we had more time because I’d show you
every last one of them,”
“Does this mean you’re not joining
me?” she asked.
“I have unfinished business here.
People I have to make sure are ready. Miss Jenny would have to know
I’m not dead. You’ve seen her stop by, haven’t you? That is, when
she’s back in the country?” Crane asked.
“I have. I was worried about her, too.
Especially with everything she had already lost,” Abbie said. They
both fell into silent contemplation of all the things everyone lost.
“So, being a bird… what do you get
to eat? What’s it like? Do you miss hot showers and coffee?” Crane
asked. “I think I’d miss coffee and tea the most.”
“I missed you more than anything else
in the world. And I can’t describe my life in that form. It’s like I
know I’m something else but instinct kicks in. I find food. I find a
place to stay. I survived because it meant I could get this one
night… and eventually forever with you. When I asked for this, I
knew the consequences but I knew I had to take the risk,” she
“One night a year,” he said,
“We better not waste it,” he said,
pulling her into a kiss.
Dawn was making its relentless
approach. Crane knew that moment when the darkness would be replaced
by the cold light of morning was coming way too fast. He couldn’t
stop it. Abbie was in his kitchen, drinking coffee and eating
whatever leftover food she had found in the refrigerator. She had on
one of his shirts and he knew he was going to cherish the scent of
her on that shirt and on his sheets for as long as he could.
He had decided. He needed another year
to finish things. One year and he’d be ready to give up this
existence and try something else. It wasn’t an easy decision but
Abbie understood. He wanted to finish what they had started together
and then they could go off and be… ravens together.
It sounded preposterous but no more so
than being dead for a few centuries and returning to life. He knew
there was so much more to this world than what could be easily seen.
He watched as Abbie put her clothing
back on and checked the time over and over. He wasn’t sure why she
couldn’t change form right here in his apartment but she said it had
to be under the last light of the moon and the first rays of the sun.
He offered to go with her but she said it would be better if she went
alone. They could make their goodbyes here instead of in the middle
of a field.
Crane held her in his arms for as long
as he could. She clutched the fabric of his bathrobe as if she would
never let go and he didn’t want her to go but it would just be a
year. She would be right there, smart and beautiful as ever outside
his window and in the tree dropping shiny objects on his head when
she was cross with him. She wouldn’t be far.
He kissed her one more time, hardly
able to bear the loss of her lips on his. She let him go and stepped away and he could already feel the loss.
Just one year. It was only fair to the
others. To Jenny. To the next Witness taking over his role. One year.
Abbie was nearly to the door when she rushed back for one more hug.
He kissed the top of her head as she pulled resolutely from his arms
and went out the door.
One year. One long year. There was no
way he could make it without her. It had been foolish of him to ever
think he could.
“Abbie, wait!” he shouted, running
barefoot out the door and flying down the hall as fast as he could.
Hey I was wondering if Momoi gets to ever do some girls things with other girls? Like hangout with friends that sort of thing
Momoi finds the
photograph when they’re spring cleaning. It takes her a while to even recognize
Michiru, who is younger in this photo and her hair is longer than Momoi has
ever seen it. Then she feels mildly indignant, because she’d always assumed
that a distinct lack of girl friends was something she and Michiru had in
“Michitan!” she says
accusingly. “You said you got along better with men!”
“Eh?” Michiru says,
walking over (gleefully abandoning her vacuum cleaner and enjoying the excuse
to stop cleaning). “I do. All my friends are dudes, what are—oh.”
“You clearly had girl
friends at one point,” Momoi says, feeling like she’s been lied to, “Where are
It’s a bit like
Momoi’s brain stutters, and she doesn’t fully comprehend what she just heard,
but then she looks up at Michiru and finally notices her sad and soft
expression as she gazes down at the photo. Michiru sighs, “Every woman in that
photo is dead. Besides me, that is.”
Momoi looks down at
the photo again and suddenly their happy expressions and laughter are deeply
unsettling. It is a bit like she’s looking at a photograph of ghosts.
“Who—” she starts, but
she already feels like she’s trespassed enough just by finding the photo, so
she doesn’t want to continue.
Michiru says, pointing to the long blackhaired woman that the young Michiru has
an arm around in the photo, “My little sister. And that’s Kasamatsu Hinami, and
that’s Akashi Shiori.”
“Oh,” Momoi says,
looking down at the photo with renewed interest. She’d known about Michiru’s
sister, of course. And Kasamatsu Hinami…Momoi had heard about Youji’s wife. The
woman in the photo and Kasamatsu Yukio have the same eyes. And Momoi had known
Akashi Masaomi had a wife at one point, when she was looking into his
background, but since the woman had been dead for awhile she didn’t look
further. She hadn’t realized they’d all known each other.
“I had a friend,” she
ventures. “White. She was my best friend, after Daichan. She died in Teiko.”
Michiru rests a hand
on her head. “It sucks, doesn’t it?”
Momoi nods. It does.
She often thinks her life would have been different now, if White had been able
to escape with them.
“I do like my guy
friends. But girl friends are important too, Satsuki. I want you to have that,
someday.” She lets go and carefully takes the photo from Satsuki’s hands, and
then moves away.
“Do you want to hang
“Why?” Riko says,
sounding suspicious, and Momoi can’t help but bristle. It hadn’t been easy to
make the phone call.
“Because I want to!”
she says hotly. “Because I want to talk about something other than basketball
for once! Because I want to go to a cafe! A cute one! If you don’t want
“Fine,” Riko says.
“Sure. There’s one downtown—it makes bears out of whip cream–”
“Oh,” Momoi says,
relaxing, “Yeah, I know the one.”
A/N: AHAHAH sorry
anon-friend! OK, so, I have been plotting epic amount of backstory with the
guardians and I had THIS scene in my head as a short fic for the longest of time
because I started feeling SO BAD for Michiru and how all her friends are dead
and so even though you were most likely not asking for pain in your question, it was the first time a prompt had come in that gave me the excuse to
write this scene that I wanted to write!! I would also actually like to write
the scene where Momoi and Riko hang out in a coffeeshop, but FOR REASONS I
don’t want to write that one until after the Nijimura story is finished being posted.
Soooo, please prompt this request again after the end of the Nijimura story?
Because there are things I want Momoi and Riko to talk about =D
(I have a lot of AUs
in my head where the guardians all live, just as an FYI. Because it’s too
tragic to me that they’re all dead in this one. I killed them all off and then
created backstories for them and grew attached and now I shake my fist at my
past self for killing them off when they weren’t even characters yet).
How to Interact with Actors/Idols Appropriately on Social Media
Fellow 2.5D fans. You may have seen this post floating around, about foreign fans replying to actors on social media in inappropriate ways. I agree with pretty much everything that post has to say, but I’m not here to reiterate what’s been said before.
As inappropriate as they are, those tweets are sent by fans, right? Fans who like the actors and want to support them, right? That’s fine! It’s okay to respond to them on Twitter! But there are certain boundaries you don’t want to step over or you (or worse, foreign fans as a whole) will be seen in a negative light, canceling out the support you’re trying to send.
Mmmmmmmm well, I wanted to draw a cute pic of Delaney and Nick, but it ended up sketchy and the poses are confusing and hard to make out…but, look, the point is DEL MADE UP AN EXCUSE TO HOLD HANDS and it’s precious and dumb. Someday I will make some Fallout art that is actually finished and isn’t a photo of a sketch.
Also, I keep picking pairings involving dudes with no hair (first Solas, now Nick), and can I just say, I WISH IT WERE NOT THIS WAY? I guess it’s good practice, but man I don’t like drawing bald heads.
Shige talks about his new book! There are some small spoilers as he discusses each story a bit, so please be careful if you want to avoid them :)
―Kasa o Motanai Aritachi wa [Ants
Without Umbrellas] is composed of six stories. In the interview for your
previous work, Burn., you said,
“Next time I wonder if I can try short stories”…you really lived up
to your word!
“Actually at that
time, maybe I was already having discussions about doing short stories (lol).
Put into a book it’s my fourth substantial work, but this time I had the most
fun writing yet.”
―What’s the intention of this title?
“It was decided at
the last moment and was extremely difficult. There was the option of choosing
one representative from the six stories and using that as the title, but I
thought maybe there was a title that could give some meaning to all of the
works. So when the editors and I searched we found the keyword ‘tears.’ Maybe
this is a characteristic of my writing, but there are many expressions related
to water. Pond, sea, rain, snow, tears…. Descriptions where you can feel
I thought for sure I had put that silly desire to be thin and beautiful to rest (FINALLY) but apparently not. Because while looking at photos of models from the Victoria’s Secret fashion show, all that I could think was “I WANT TO LOOK LIKE THEM” and it makes me sad.
I don’t want to want it.
I want to love my natural shape. I want to love myself enough to nourish my body with foods that make my tummy happy. And most of all, I want to not be afraid of being fat. I don’t want fear being ugly and unattractive.
There’s so much more I could be doing with my life and brainpower.
The Wonderland City that Will Soon Become the Next Boom♥ Jiyugaoka Food Futakotamagawa Holiday
Who is the chief bear? On the weekend, the 6 2PM guys go out to eat NY gourmet burgers.
In their 5th year of debuting in Japan, 2PM will be releasing their 10th single on October 21. The 6 of them together arrived in Jiyugaoka for the first time. The gourmet burgers in question are from “BAREBURGER,” which has made its first landing from NY, and they had a day off while holding a gourmet burger in one hand.
[yay! hc request!] how would the rfa (+v & saeran if that's okay) react and what would they do if they forgot mc's birthday?
V’s and Saeran’s would be shorter and a bit different since I don’t have a lot of headcanons for them yet ^^; Also, I imagine that different MCs in their routes would have different personalities, likes, and dislikes, so this will be based on that a bit.
He would panic a bit seeing you being more distant from usual.
“MC… did I do something?”
You showed him today’s date from your smartphone screen.
He was shocked. “W-What?! Oh my God, I can’t believe I could forget it like this gaaaahhhh!”
You told him it’s fine since he has been really absorbed in doing his job at the hospital, though you didn’t exactly give him any eye contact.
“I’ll make it up to you!” he said as he clasped your hands.
Having been together with you for a long time, he knew that you liked going outside, anywhere it is, as long as it’s with him.
He managed to get some entrance tickets to a museum that you’ve been wanting to go to.
He would still feel a bit uneasy at first, since he thought you were still upset.
Seeing you lighten up, he couldn’t help but feel better and smile. He quickly grabbed your hand and energetically brought you around the museum.
You grinned. His positive energy seemed to have transferred to you and you felt better.
He came home from practice and had lunch with you.
He noticed that you were pouting and looking downwards.
“Babe… are you okay? Do you have a fever?” He placed his hand on your forehead.
You mumbled the answer quietly.
“Oh my.. I’m so sorry, MC. How could I forget my princess’ precious day?” He sighed at his own slip.
Having been together with you for a long time, he knew that you always liked to stay indoors better, preferably at home.
He quickly rearranged his living room for a bit and ushered you to sit down at his comfy sofa.
He treated you like you’re in a Butler Cafe, as he knows that you like going to those cafes. But, you weren’t giving any responses to those antics.
He then privately performed lines from some of your favorite plays or musicals, until he saw you laugh.
He walked towards you and gave you a hug. “I’m so glad I can see your laughing face again today. I hope you’ll forgive me?”
of course you did how can you not, look at those eyes
She came home from work early today, since some of the meetings were canceled by Jumin.
She found you lying down on the sofa, watching TV, with pursed lips.
“I’m home. Are you alright, MC?” She approached you.
You got up and told her that she forgot about your birthday.
She looked hurt and apologized profusely. You told her it’s fine since she has been busy lately.
“No… it’s not okay. I can’t believe I forgot something so important, especially when I usually keep everything in mind.”
Having been together with you for a long time, she knew that what you enjoy the most is having a talk while being relaxed.
She brewed coffee for the both of you shortly after. A latte for her and your favorite caramel macchiato.
The both of you just sat on the sofa under the blanket and enjoyed the rainy day, its atmosphere calming and quiet.
You placed your head on her shoulder. She told you about her day, and you did the same.
Not long after that, you fell asleep. She sighed of relief seeing that you have felt better and caressed your peaceful sleeping face.
He came home from work early and saw you playing with Elizabeth the 3rd in the living room.
He greeted you, but you didn’t respond, so he went in front of you and crouched down.
“MC… you’re spacing out.” He looked at your blank face and tapped your shoulder.
You snapped out of your trance as you looked up at his puzzled expression. You sighed. You got up and welcomed him home, turning your back against him.
this poor bby feels so confused and neglected at the moment
“Did I… do something that upset you?”
You told him that it’s your birthday today. His eyes widened and he grabbed your hand. “I apologize. I don’t know how I could forget such a thing.”
Having been together with you for a long time, he knew that you preferred handmade things compared to expensive and branded things.
So he went to the kitchen and made you your favorite, strawberry buttermilk pancakes with honey butter. He arranged the strawberry pieces into the letters “I’m sorry”
He tried to make a shape of a cat with the syrup but it looked like a deformed shape instead.
You couldn’t help but giggle at his antics. He felt his spirits lift up as he saw your smile and kissed your forehead lightly.
He got out of his room in the evening, seeing you sit on the floor with your knees in front of your face.
He sat down beside you and asked, “Do you have something in mind?” genuinely concerned.
He was afraid that he has been neglecting you for too long and made you feel bad since he was focused on his work.
You lifted your face and expressed your sadness about what happened.
He rested his face on his palm. “Oh my God, it would make sense if I forgot about my own birthday. But I can’t believe that I forgot yours! I’m really sorry.”
Having been together with you for a long time, he knew that you enjoyed exploring nature with him.
He smirked and said, “Hehehe.. rest assured, MC. God Seven will bring you to another great adventure today!”
He took you to a forest. Not just any forest, in the middle of it, you could see the sky very clearly if you look up. There’s enough space for people to sit on. The surrounding felt very secluded and it was soothing.
anyone knows this reference?
The both of you stayed there until nighttime. That’s when it began. Hundreds of stars could be seen once you direct your sight above.
You and him lied down on the flat ground in tranquil, enjoying the view, with your hands intertwined.
He was on a photography camping trip on your birthday. You thought he didn’t contact you because he was busy there.
On the day he got back, you met up with him in a park. He still didn’t wish you a happy birthday or show any signs of remembering it.
You punched his arm lightly as a gesture to show that you’re upset.
He was confused and checked the date. Could it be…? he thought.
He tried to say his wishes but you still seemed unsatisfied. So he tried to make you laugh in every way possible.
You finally gave up and laugh at his attempts.
Unexpectedly, he pulled out his camera and quickly took a picture.
He looked at you fondly and said, “I have to make sure we have a memory of your birthday, right? Even if I can’t see you someday, at least I’ll have a photo proof of it. Your smiling face is beautiful.”
You didn’t nag him continuously since you didn’t want to appear whiny and there was so much going on for him, but he detected that there is something on your mind.
After confronting you about it, you finally said that it was your birthday.
Forgetting about your birthday made him remember what it felt like to even forget his own birthday.
He slowly reached out to your hand and looked at you in the eyes.
“I… don’t know how you’re supposed to celebrate birthdays. But.. I want to spend this day with you. Just the two of us.”
You saw his lips curled up and formed a small smile…? He rarely smiles.
You couldn’t help but hug him, startling him a bit with the physical contact.
“Ah.. MC, you’re very warm, this feels nice. What should we do after this? Maybe we should take a walk at the park?”
~End of headcanon~ I can’t characterize V and Saeran well T_T Ahh, I hope they (including the others) aren’t too OOC.
I’m so excited after 7 years of being a fan, to finally be able to go see Taylor play live. And I’m also excited to be seeing her with @kenzzzo13 my beautiful mom! Kendall and I met a few months ago when she followed me on tumblr, and I noticed her seat was directly next to mine! After messaging her I found out she was actually going to the concert alone, and invited her to be apart of my group. Since then we’ve become great friends, and I can’t wait to hug her on Friday! We’ll be sitting in FLOOR SECTION 6, SEATS 14-16 on September 18th! Our whole ‘theme’ for the concert is Out Of The Woods. When I got my tickets my mom said that on September 18th it was MY WORLD, and she just lived in it, thus she is going as a tree. But not only is she a tree, she’s going as @tree_paine AND a tree! (The red hair, yeah?) Kendall has been a fan for longer than I have, considering she’s a little bit older than I am. I’m so glad I got to meet her, not only because I made a lifelong friend , but also because a young woman alone in a big city at night is never good and the fact that she would have been going alone makes me cringe, and sad. Who wants to go alone and have to dance like crazy by yourself? One of my earliest memories is buying my first Taylor Swift cd and my mom loading it onto my MP3 player. Taylor has been such an influence on my life and who I am, and I’d love to be able to thank her for that someday. Taylor followed Kendall a few months ago and has liked one of her posts, and she’s liked one of my posts and put a photo of me on twitter! Kendall and I can’t express how excited we each were, and I’m sure my mom would express her MASSIVE enthusiasm at being woken up at 2am by a shaking daughter, because Taylor had just liked my post. I’ve met so many amazing friends through Taylor, and I owe about half of my friendships just to the fact that she is who she is. I’ve had a rough year, and I can’t wait to get an emotional break and just dance all night with my mom, and every other fan going. If you’re going, and you see me don’t hesitate to say hi!
I can’t wait to finally get out of the woods and find out what’s it’s like to finally spend the night with Taylor Swift.
I want to meet Jack in person someday, to thank him for not only bringing me smiles but also building me up as a person, and get one his famous hugs. It just makes me so anxious, like I’ll say or do something embarrassing.
Hello taylorswift. this is mine and polaroidswiftfrom1989 wall in our room. as you can see, above my bed we have our lovely picture hanging (I miss you) and above ashlyns bed, it’s a blank wall. she continues to leave it blank because she’s hoping someday there will be a framed 18x16 photo of you two up there like there is on mine. please let’s make this happen. she was too young to attend the secret session with me and all I want is to see you guys hug. we will be at the Columbus show night two on September 18. We love you SO much and Id do anything to have you guys meet each other 💞