i was excited with this coloring and now i'm not so happy about it

101 fluffy prompts
  • 001: "You're really soft."
  • 002: "You smell nice."
  • 003: "I'm here for my daily fix of hugs and kisses."
  • 004: "Is it possible to love too much?"
  • 005: "I don't wanna get up-- you're comfy."
  • 006: "I will always be there protect you."
  • 007: "I'm cold. Come closer."
  • 008: "I love you a lot, but please stop trying to cook me dinner, you suck.”
  • 009: "The stars look especially lovely tonight."
  • 010: "I've never seen such gorgeous eyes before."
  • 011: "May I have this dance?"
  • 012: "I can't stop thinking about you."
  • 013: "You'll never feel alone with me by your side."
  • 014: "Let's get to know each other over dinner."
  • 015: "All I want is you."
  • 016: "I could never leave you, I love you too much!"
  • 017: "A fairytale with a happy ending always brings a smile to my face."
  • 018: "I want to hear you sing."
  • 019: "I don't think anyone could ever be as lovely as you."
  • 020: "You look incredible in that."
  • 021: "He/She's quite stunning, isn't he/she?"
  • 022: "Sometimes I just can't control myself when around you."
  • 023: "Do you believe in love at first sight?"
  • 024: "I think I'm in love."
  • 025: "I’d like it if you stayed.
  • 026: "People are jerks, but not you."
  • 027: "I'll share the blankets with you."
  • 028: "I have never felt this way about anyone."
  • 029: "I want this to never end..."
  • 030: "Can I kiss you?"
  • 031: "I waxed the floors, grab your fluffy socks."
  • 032: "Who changed the thermostat settings? I’m freezing to death."
  • 033: "Can we just watch a movie and fall asleep on the couch?"
  • 034: "You can put your cold feet on me."
  • 035: "Your stray red item turned my whites pink."
  • 036: "A thunderstorm is rolling through town and you’re scared of lightening/thunder so I’ll protect you."
  • 037: "There was a power outage and now we have to have dinner by candlelight."
  • 038: "Rock Paper Scissors to see who has to go talk to the neighbors upstairs for being too loud."
  • 039: "I just came home to you crying while watching a movie, please tell me what’s going on."
  • 040: "Our AC is out and it’s the middle of the summer."
  • 041: "You found me crying on the kitchen floor in the middle of the night surrounded by a shattered jelly jar."
  • 042: "My parents are coming over in 10 minutes so please put some clothes on"
  • 043: "We’re repainting the apartment and going to the hardware store together to pick out color swatches."
  • 045: "We’re watching Toy Story 3 and we can’t stop crying."
  • 046: "I caught the bouquet"
  • 047: "My ex just invited me to their wedding and I need you to be my date so it doesn’t look like I’ve spent the last few years failing to get over them."
  • 048: "We accidentally got married in Vegas oops"
  • 049: "I’m really drunk, please help me get safely out of the way so I don’t ruin our friend’s wedding."
  • 050: "I planned out this super romantic proposal and you just ruined it by beating me to whole proposing thing."
  • 051: "I wasn’t planning on asking you, but it appeared to me that life is short. Will you marry me? "
  • 052: "If you shove cake in my face this will be the worst wedding night of your life."
  • 053: "Do you take this man/woman to be your lawfully wedded husband/wife? "
  • 054: "May I have this dance, wife/husband? "
  • 055: "You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I’m so happy I can finally call you my wife/husband."
  • 056: "I jokingly told you that the only way I’d marry you was if you did this weird outlandish thing, and you actually did it, and I’m kind of charmed."
  • 057: "This is probably a bad time, but marry me?"
  • 058: "We’ve become the clingy newlyweds you always complained about. "
  • 059: "Your ‘miracle hangover cure’ couldn’t possibly beat mine."
  • 060: "I know you haven’t had the best experience with dogs in the past but look at its face please please can we keep it?"
  • 061: "I wanted to surprise you for our anniversary, but everything that could go wrong, did go wrong."
  • 062: "I beat you at Mario Kart and now you're banishing me to the couch for the night?”
  • 063: "I surprised you with tickets to see our favorite band… WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU SURPRISED ME WITH TICKETS TO SEE THEM TOO?"
  • 064: "I know we had a big fight but we still need to decorate the house for the holidays."
  • 065: "Oh! Hey! Could you come and taste this to see if it's okay?"
  • 066: "We’re arguing over book versus movie."
  • 067: "I came home to a Nerf gun on the front porch and a note that says ‘Here is your weapon. I have one too. Loser cooks dinner. Good luck. xo’"
  • 068: "We’ve been celebrating our wedding anniversary on the wrong day for the past nine years."
  • 069: "You had a business trip and I missed you so much that I kind of tore up the house in your absence like a dog with separation anxiety… sorry?"
  • 070: "We both have nowhere else to be so we get to spend our rare day off at home."
  • 071: "I bet it’s a girl/boy."
  • 072: "Do you think it’s possible that I…might be… pregnant? "
  • 073: "I thought I was pregnant but the test must have been wrong. I’m not. "
  • 074: "You’re lucky I’m pregnant!"
  • 075: "Can you help me up, your child is pretty heavy."
  • 076: "I could really use a foot rub right now."
  • 077: "Your dad is really excited to meet you soon, it’s driving me crazy."
  • 078: "Do you wanna know the sex of the baby?"
  • 079: "The baby’s kicks are keeping me up at night."
  • 080: "Did you feel that?"
  • 081: "I can’t fit into my favorite dress anymore. "
  • 083: "I can’t be pregnant… or….OH MY GOD! "
  • 084: "I think you might be pregnant.”
  • 085: "It’s 2 am but you’re craving cake and we’re both up anyway so let’s bake in our underwear."
  • 086: "I knew it was a mistake to get the twins matching clothes."
  • 087: "Sh…they’re asleep."
  • 088: "I think someone had a little accident with the finger paint."
  • 089: "Mondays are your diaper days."
  • 090: "Our kid is totally the one who wanted to build a pillow fort, not me."
  • 091: "Ooh…someone’s got a tummy ache."
  • 092: "Are you sure you don’t want me to drop them off myself? I don’t think you could handle seeing them off alone."
  • 093: "I told you we should have just gotten that German Shepherd puppy."
  • 094: "What do you think for their punishment? Grounding? No video games? No going out for a week?"
  • 095: "Mm…your kid before five in the morning."
  • 096: "Come on now, I think you’re being too harsh. He/she’s just a kid. Remember all of the stupid things we used to do when we were their age?"
  • 097: "So, how should we break the news that they’re going to have a new baby brother or sister?"
  • 098: "I think we should have another."
  • 099: "Why wasn’t I invited to your wedding?"
  • 100: "Okay fine, one more story, but then you really have to go to bed."
  • 101: "…They just grow up so fast."

ETA: Updated, fully painted version here!

Happy Star Wars Day! Here’s a sketch of a Jedi!Finn costume based on this outfit of John’s, which literally made me gasp aloud because all that drapey swishy fabric just screams Jedi!

I’m in a film costume history class right now, so I got really excited thinking about all the materials and whatnot. The leather sleeve is of course from the mangled Dameron jacket, and maybe the belts are salvaged from that material too. The drapey grey over-piece would be more of a soft, woven, matte fabric. The inside would be kind of satiny and dark, but would seem understated and subtle until it catches light in a really pretty blue violet. Also, I gave him some form of shoes that aren’t boots since I imagine the poor guy is tired of wearing them by this point, lmao.

anonymous asked:

hello gin!!! your newest update for 'price of a soul' is amazing! can i ask you to talk about all this symbolism in the comic (and also why do you love to hurt us so much with it)


I think the most important thing I wanted to work on this comic is how it is told from Tamashi’s eyes. That’s how I decided to build the characters through the story, for example, what Tamashi sees most is Allen’s face, honest, straightforward, kind, sweet, smiling, always open and welcoming: 

Whereas he doesn’t see Kanda’s face, Kanda is always turned to him. And when he does, it’s from an low angle:

I had fun thinking it would be important that we, as Tamashi, know of Kanda what he does: Kanda is the father he doesn’t know anything of. Intimidating, scary, tall, unreachable, always with his back turned on him. (With his back turned to him, but I guess you wouldn’t offer your back to an enemy). I aim to, gradually, expose Kanda’s features as Tamashi grows confident, making him look more human and less of a jerk than what he does now (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

Also have you noticed how everyone bends forward to talk to Tamashi? Or squats down to be at his level? So Tamashi can stare directly at them. It’s a very simple gesture but it’s one that says I’m reducing my world to your perspective because you are as important, which Kanda never does.

The first time I read DGM i had to go through the Alma arc three times to made sure I fully understood Kanda (I keep thinking there are hints of his personality I keep missing, as I do with Allen… DGM is such an amazing artwork) so when I thought of him for this story I wanted to be very careful building the conceptualism around a character that has never forgiven himself and doesn’t want redemption. Can you imagine, you spend your life trying to fulfill a promise of love and then you find out -because you slipped once, only once, you are as human as the rest even if it might not seem so-, that you have a kid you never intended on having, even less with someone you’ll never love maybe not even remember, who kinda looks like Alma when they were kids, who is called Tamashi, who, surprise, is there to bite him in his ass. Tamashi is the perspective of a future Kanda never allowed himself to have and now he’s forced to deal with it (ノ≧∀≦)ノ Good thing Allen is here to be the bridge between present Kanda and past Kanda, Allen you angel  (//▽//)ゞ So, basically, what we see of Kanda is an unforgiving Kanda, intimidating, pretending to not mind when he so clearly does (in the last update with Tamashi sleeping outside of Kanda’s room he spends there looking at the boy how long? Five minutes? Ten? He didn’t awoke Tamashi either, just lets him be. He’s trying to make his way out of this without a fuss but OH YOU WON’T BE SO LUCKY KANDA The denial Is Strong). 

Oh! Also I was very careful with colors and including some… … … … little details (୨୧ ❛ᴗ❛)✧ 

Both panels with the flowers are very important…! they are different types of flowers in different palettes… Allen’s one are somewhat fresh and rainy, so springy, whereas Kanda’s seem to be floating on an abandoned place… Pretty, but isolated (•̀௰•́ ) This is funny because oH WELL SPOILER I GUESS / CRASHES THROUGH THE WINDOW AND FLIES INTO THE SUN


Guys, I’m so excited for the Black Panther movie that I’m actually feeling quite emotional. As a black person who loves superheroes, it’s so amazing to see a superhero movie come out where the main lead is black as well as most of the cast. It’s not us being the usual sidekick or even the villain but it’s us being in the role of heroes and so much more. I actually had my hand over my mouth because there’s just so much representation in that one trailer. Even seeing all the African clothing with the colorful prints is so goddamn familiar to me, it’s something that I hardly even get to see in a Western film. 

So this film means a whole lot to me and probably many others like me. It just really makes me happy and I can’t wait to see it on the big screen. I know there’s been talk about it for months now and we’ve seen the cast and whatnot. But seeing an actual trailer really cemented it for me, that this is real and it’s actually happening. 

I’m going to stop being all emotional now but yes, it’s finally here!

The Color of You (Soulmate AU)- Lin X Reader

warnings: mentions of death, hospitals

a/n: so i finally did a soulmate au

1 year before

You woke up to the monotonous sound of your alarm on your phone and you groaned, wanting to sleep in for a couple more minutes but you knew that you had to meet your best friend for coffee today since you had canceled every other day of the week and she was excited about her soulmate.

And you were truly happy for her, you were but you had been through this with every other one of your friends.

They found their soulmate, told you how you were really missing out on something that you really didn’t want to be a part of, and they would disappear with their soulmates and eventually stop talking to you.

And it’s not like that you didn’t like the idea of having a soulmate at first- you really did.

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anonymous asked:

(the anon from before) Thank you ^^, sorry I'm a kidcore blog and I try my best to be nice to each age regression community.., I don't think anybody deserves hate just because they are comfortable with a certain name they use like "cglre" or whatever.., we all like the same stuff, so why can't we be nice to each other and move on with our lives ;_;

Lol, I can literally write an essay on this. I’ve been here since the beginning. Prepare for a long ass post.

Playdoh-Princess Presents:

The History of the Regression Wars

Kidcore. Cgl. Long ago, the two nations lived in harmony and peace. BUT everything changed when the ignorance attacked. 

You see, this all started within the cgl community when minors started joining the community and making blogs of their own. Cgl then split into two camps: the “cgl isn’t a kink” crowd and the “coloring is a kink” crowd. Kidcore/toywave at this point hadn’t attacked cgl. We all interacted in one big age regression community. 

BUT when members f the cgl community started saying cgl was a kink community and called minor supporters “pedophiles,” kidcore/toywave distanced themselves and took on that rhetoric creating the community we all know and hate today: chire. 

This also launched start of tons of anti-cgl blogs. I mean, members of cgl’s own community were saying it was toxic, that age regression was a kink and watching cartoons was inherently sexual. How could any person support a community like that? It was the perfect storm.

With members of the cgl community now getting hate from the “coloring is a kink crowd” AND chires AND anti’s, the sfw cgl crowd created their own separate bubble: cglre. 

At first, this was a great idea. Sfw littles and cgs finally had a place to call their own that was completely separate from any other toxic community. We created spin off tags: toyre, babyre, kidzspace! The world was our playpen. 

This happiness was short lived, however. Chires and anti’s continued to attack and harass cglre members like never before. Due to this, many members left the cglre community or just gave up regression all together. Even in cglre though, there were a few members who were starting to attack simply cgl blogs. (Which I totally took a stand against.)

After a few months, a new community was created: kidhearts. The founders of this community are ex-cgl(re) members. People where excited for a new tag, a new community to be apart of… But, of course, this ended as well. Now, the kidhearts believe that cgl is a kink. In my opinion, they did this as a desperate way of distancing themselves from cglre and gaining support from other age regression communities. 

So really, this all goes back to those members of cgl in the beginning, mainly the ddlg kinksters, who claimed cgl was inherently a kink. They sparked a fire under the asses of every other age regression community that has come after them. 

And here we are in the present. 

What will happen next? Kidhearts, antis, and chires are going to all get together and shit on cgl(re). Cglre will ignore them. I’ll make cute banners and record bedtime stories. My friends and I will hang out in Discord laughing about the entire shit show that is the Tumblr age regression community. LIFE will go on. 

anonymous asked:

So I'm sure you saw that Niall made a dream jar to be auctioned off for charity for that BFG movie. With it he said “As a little boy, I liked the idea of floating above the trees and looking down on the world from above. Now I like the idea of having someone with me for the ride.” Could you please write a fluffy, but smutty blurb about this for me please! You're writing is the absolute best! I love reading your stuff! You'd make my life complete if you did this for me!

Valentine’s Day was never your favorite holiday.  If anything it was a holiday you just sort of got through more than anything.  You’d only had a boyfriend during Valentine’s Day once in your entire dating career and that was when you were 14.  He took you behind the gym at school, slammed a rose in your hand and then tried to kiss you in a way that resembled a wet vacuum.  So…not the most romantic thing in the world.

However, this year was different.  You’d been dating Niall for six months now.  And you’d never been happier.  Sure, he was ¼ of the biggest boy band in the world who was now going solo and that meant a few insults from his loving fans lobbed your way but he made it all worth it.  He was sweet, attentive, kind, loving and most of all when he kissed you it sent tingles to your toes and electricity to the ends of your hair.  So…far and away different from the wet vacuum.

You’d both agreed weeks ago not to do anything for Valentine’s Day.  Neither of you really appreciated the holiday to begin with.  So why bother living up to the expectations?  Besides, Niall treated you like every day was Valentine’s Day.

But then he’d created his Dream Jar to promote the movie BFG and also to benefit a couple of London charities.  To say you’d been blown away by his jar would have been the understatement of the year.  It was so…intimate.  While Niall was intimate with you in private he was never really that guy that was intimate so publicly.  It put him in a whole new light for you.

This boy.  This man.  This angel of a human being at the end of the day just wanted to ride in a hot air balloon with his love and look on the world below him.

And today, you were going to make that happen.

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Breaking...Epilogue PART 1!

Masterlist (If you haven’t seen any of the Repairing shorts, go here please!)

A/N: This isn’t even 1/3 of what the full epilogue is going to end up being. But I am so frustrated about not having posted in like 2 weeks so take this fro suspense I guess??? @marquiis-de-la-baguette you wanted suspense?!

Warnings: Idk maybe language probably???

Wordcount: 2248

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What was once Broken


You feel tired.


Your body is sore.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

Your mind is weak.

Beep, beep, beep, beep.

You can breathe.

 Your eyes flutter open, there’s a bright light and your eyes can’t focus on it. Philip…where is…where’s Philip? Your eyes were starting to adjust but things were still a bit hazy. You looked to your right and saw a silhouette, warm skin, dark and wavy hair. Angie…? The figure came closer to you and you were met with an emerald green. Wait…Rachel? You blinked away the metaphorical film over your eyes. There she was.

“Oh my God… Oh my God! You’re alive! Oh God…!” She was crying, tears staining a face you had almost forgotten.

“A-Anna…? Where…What’s going on?” You wheezed. She looked tired, like she had stayed up for days.

“We were jumped; don’t you remember?” Yeah, I do remember. I also faintly recall a bullet passing through my skull.  “Some asshole tried to mug us, he pulled out a gun and everything! You saved my fucking life! You gave me a chance to run and call the cops. I heard a gunshot and I thought…I thought you were dead. But when the ambulance came, you were still alive! Apparently the bullet got lodged in the chamber and exploded, you only got some of the fragments. The real problem was that after the shot didn’t work, he used the handle to hit over the head. You’ve been pretty much unconscious for eight days… But you’re awake! You are never allowed to almost die on me again, you hear me?”

“Eight days…?”

“Yeah, we were all starting to think that…that you wouldn’t make it… But on that second night, you woke up for a little bit! It meant you had a chance! I missed you so much, nerd bucket!” she cried, you felt your eyes burn a bit from tears pricking at the edges.

“I missed you too, smarty pants!”

 You had to spend a few extra days in the hospital for observation and that gave you a chance to get caught up. All of your friends and family sent their regards and you were glad to hear from them after so long, but that was the thing. Time was odd for you. The memory of waking up under the lamp post felt like it was four years ago, but the shot happening in the street and the shot from Eacker felt like they just happened. It was like both worlds existed simultaneously for you, and you simply moved yourself between them. You felt like you were forgetting something, there was a gap of time missing from between your second death and you waking up in the hospital. It was blank slate that troubled you. However, something else was bugging you even more. Philip. It was gnawing at you, you didn’t have answers, you hated not having answers. Was it really all just a dream? No, it couldn’t have been! He…he was real… You’d see the sun rise every morning and smile, forgetting that he wasn’t going to say hello to you before breakfast. When the sun would set you’d cry, because you knew that he wouldn’t read you a poem he wrote earlier that day. You were unbelievably depressed, even more than you had been in the past. You lost someone, you sacrificed yourself for them and for what? This loneliness, this feeling of something being missing?

The days felt longer and all you had to do all day was think about him. You wanted answers but had no way of getting them yet. You were lucky to have Anna around, honestly she was the only reason why you’d smile for a while there. You were the one to die, but it felt as if he had. You didn’t have any way of knowing if the world had just reset itself, and truthfully that scared you more. What if none of it happened? None of it mattered? But some things were different, something had to have changed. Your hands, they weren’t calloused from the years of work and writing with a stupid feather. There were no scars on your palms from breaking that fragile teacup. They were exactly how you remembered them to be. You looked into the mirror, Anna warned you not to freak out. All across your right temple and some of that side of your forehead were tiny red indents. According to the doctors, the broken shrapnel hit you and would definitely leave scarring. Every night you looked at the dots and remembered what Philip said to you on that night. ‘Now we match! I have spots on my face and you have some on yours!’ ‘Baby’s breath, it looks like the stars. Well, and you remind me of the stars.’ It felt almost taunting to you.

“I guess now we really do match sunshine…” You heard a knock at your door.

“Come in!” You called out, you heard her voice.

“Hey, sister! I come baring something you’re going to love!” You flinched a bit when you heard Anna call you ‘sister’, you weren’t sure why, that was one of her nicknames for you. It just had an odd sense of familiarity.

“What’s up?” You tried to sound as much like your old self as possible. You felt like you were four years older than your body.

“I got you a lil present!” She skipped over to you and handed you an envelope. “Open it! The anticipation is killing me!” She whined. You chuckled softly and carefully tore it open. Reaching your hand in, you pulled out two small pieces of paper. No…fucking…way! “Hamilton tickets! Richard Rogers Theater, on Broadway!  How much do you love me?” She raised an eyebrow. You were completely astonished.

“How did…when did… Who did you have to kill to get these?” You squealed.

“No killing involved, honey! And when it comes to getting them…let’s just say I know a guy who bought them a long time ago and doesn’t need them anymore.”

“That sounds…ominous. Your eyes are doing that scary glint thing.”

“They are not, my eyes are beautiful and the most impressive shade of hazel you will ever see!” She snapped her fingers.

“For the last time, your eyes are green, they’re only brown on the very edge and honestly it’s closer to a black color.” You two had this fight all the time, it was honestly just an inside joke between you both at this point. She rolled her eyes.

“The doctors said that you could be signed out after in a few more days! We’ll go have a girls’ day out on Wednesday and then finish it all off with the show! Doesn’t that sound awesome?” She sounded so happy and hopeful, you always appreciated her energy.

“Are you sure you can do that? I know you’ve been missing a lot of school because of me, wouldn’t that hurt your grade? How am I supposed to feel when I find out that my best friend’s political career is ruined?”

“Nerd bucket, you don’t need to worry about anything. The teachers adore me and my grades are perfect! Do not ever question my capabilities! Also, Roxanne called this morning, she can’t wait to see you, she’s making cookies for you.” She informed.

“Aw! Roxanne is such a sweetie! Seriously, how did you manage to convince that angel to date you for this long?” You joked. Roxanne was Anna’s girlfriend; they were honestly the perfect couple.

             You got to spend a few more days in the hospital, no phone or anything like that. It got boring very quickly. Luckily you had your theories, those kept your mind going. You wanted to know what happened but you were forced to wait. When you were finally cleared to leave, you had every intention of figuring out what was going on. Unfortunately, that’s not how it went down. Anna was around you the whole day, most of the time was spent at the mall trying to find something to wear. She picked out a flowy, lavender dress with small flowering on the bodice. She snagged a simple, peachy dress that looked amazing on her. You questioned whether you’d be over dressed and she told you that you can never be over dressed. It was odd, putting on a dress that didn’t involve a million years’ worth of undergarments and metal death traps. The two of you went back to the apartment and you were hit with a tsunami of nostalgia. She did your hair and makeup and once the time arrived you left.

“We should’ve left early so we could grab dinner!” You stated, she shook her head mischievously.

“We’re getting diner after the show, I’ve always got more surprises up my sleeve!” She chuckled to herself. Oh my god, and she says I’m a nerd. What a fucking dork! She linked your arms together and hailed a cab, you usually didn’t like to take them because of the traffic but it wasn’t that far since you had walked for a little bit. It wasn’t long before you were standing in front of Richard Rogers Theater and you were completely geeking out. Anna looked at her watch.

“Fuck! I was hoping to get here a bit earlier to check on something! Whatever, let’s just get inside!” She led you by the arm into the theater. Oh my fucking God!! There are the lights! There’s the stage! LOOK AT THAT SET!! You both took your seats, which were surprisingly good, and waited anxiously.

“This is literally the second coolest thing to ever happen to me!” You said giddily.

“Well, get ready sweetheart! It’s about to be number one!” The lights went down and the whole audience was submerged in darkness for a moment. I still remember the words…this is so weird. The show began, the familiar melody of the opening song filled the room. A man with dark skin appeared on the stage.

Burr: “How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore and a

Scotsman, dropped in the middle of a forgotten

Spot in the Caribbean by providence, impoverished, in squalor

Grow up to be a hero and a scholar?”

Wow…he looks just like…Wait! More people were flooding onto the stage from different points.

Laurens: “The ten-dollar Founding Father without a father

Got a lot farther by working a lot harder

By being a lot smarter

By being a self-starter

By fourteen, they placed him in charge of a trading charter.”

Philip? This time, you did feel your thought fall from your lips. That looks…

Jefferson: “And every day while slaves were being slaughtered and carted

Away across the waves, he struggled and kept his guard up

Inside, he was longing for something to be a part of

The brother was ready to beg, steal, borrow, or barter.”


Madison: “Then a hurricane came, and devastation reigned

Our man saw his future drip, dripping down the drain

Put a pencil to his temple, connected it to his brain

And he wrote his first refrain, a testament to his pain.”

I haven’t seen you in a while…Mulligan? Madison? Shit I’m confused now. The song continued, your curiosity growing at every face that reminded you of someone else, someone you knew, someone you loved. And then you wondered more and more about that man. He looks like my sunshine… But for some reason, it didn’t feel right. You didn’t get the butterflies in your stomach when you looked at this person, it was like he had the cover of a book you adored but it ended up being a different tale entirely. You felt that the song was going to end soon.

Mulligan/Lafayette: “We fought with him.”

Philip: “Me? I lost for him.”

Angelica/Eliza/???: “Me? I loved him.”

Burr: “And me? I’m the damn fool that shot him.”

Lost? I thought that line was ‘I died for him’? Did he get it wrong? The song ended as you finished that thought. The rest of Act 1 played through and you were blown away by how incredible it was. There were so many things that reminded you of your time with them. It was bittersweet. Act 2 came in with a bang. Thomass Jeffershit! The man playing him got his looks and personality down to the T. Take a break came on and you couldn’t help but giggle at the person playing Philip. He really was my poet… When Say No to This faded in, chills ran down your spine. Nope, don’t want to think about that! Weird train of thought! WEIRD TRAIN OF THOUGHT!! Everything was going along normally until Cabinet Battle #2 ended. You were expecting to hear the words of Aaron Burr in Washington On Your Side, but another, familiar sound faded in. What is this? Doesn’t a different song break up the narrative of following along with the Washington theme?! There was some sort of hasty knocking sound, the woman playing Eliza ran in with someone draped under her arm. It was the woman who played Peggy and Maria, except her outfit was different. She had a cloth tied around her head, her dress was much flatter than the other and was white like the ensemble characters. There was a purple slip over the top of it but it had an opening on the front to show the white part. Who in the hell…?

The Night We Met

Character: Negan (The Walking Dead)

Word Count: 4,665

Prompt/Summary‘The Night We Met’ by Lord Huron / Negan’s wife recalls when they first met.

Warnings: None.

Written For: Jessie’s 1K Follower Writing Challenge

Note: Set in my little pre-apocalypse AU that I love writing in, where everything is fluffy and nothing hurts, lol. The song that they dance to is the song that inspired this fic, and is linked above. I know the lyrics are kinda depressing and don’t really fit the tone of the fic, but whenever I listen to this song, all I can think of is how pretty it is. And of how much 13 Reasons Why wrecked my heart, but that’s not relevant here.

Tagging: @grimes-slut, @negans-network, @jdms-network, @hawtdiggitynegan, @fuckinjdm, @jeffreydeanneganstrash, @sweetsweetpeach

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turtleangel94  asked:

“i said i love you.” for Bakushima? :D

With a whistle the first fireworks cut the sky in a half before exploding in a million of colors. 

All of them run towards the edge of the rocks to get a better look, pointing and laughing together, the whole class  grinning the same smiles full of joy and cheerfulness.Fireworks at the end of the summer is mandatory and the class 1-A is making the most of it by watching and screaming with excitement. All of the teenagers watch as the fireworks turn the sky into a technicolored show. 

All, but one. Bakugou Katsuki’s eyes see something much closer to the ground. 

Bakugou is staring at Kirishima, watching as the colors reflect on his happy face, as his smile stretches impossibly with laughter, too beautiful to be real. The only reason Bakugou doesn’t assume Kirishima is a dream is the fact that Kirishima’s hand is safely tucked in his, their fingers intertwined firmly. He can’t stop staring as if Kirishima will vanish at some point, because he’s too good, too good to be real. Bakugou’s feelings threaten to overflow at any moment now. I love you, I love you, Kirishima, I love everything about you, I love you...

“I love you.” He hears himself saying beneath all of the noise.

Kirishima turns his eyes to Bakugou, distracted from the fireworks for a moment. “What was that?”

Bakugou could take that chance and brush it off. Maybe it’s too early in their relationship for that kind of confession. He’s nothing if not honest, though, and he won’t go back on his words. Not when he’s so sure.

It’s just a coincidence that everything goes quiet for a short second, everyone expecting the next launching. Bakugou isn’t paying attention to his surroundings, and he probably wouldn’t care if he was. Thus everything is silent and his voice carries when he says:

“I said I love you.”

Explosions in the sky are nothing compared to the noise the rest of the class makes when more than one head turns towards them and understands who said what to whom. 

It doesn’t matter, though. For once, Bakugou doesn’t pay any mind to his annoying classmates, because then Kirishima is in his arms, Kirishima’s lips are on his, his strong arms firmly wrapped around Bakugou’s waits as he softly mutters “I love you too” against Bakugou’s mouth. 

This time, it feels like the fireworks are in his chest.

anonymous asked:

I'm so in looooove with your Imagines ! I'd also like to request something. You're Wanda's best friend and she invites you over to the Avengers compound for the first time. So as you get there you're immediately lost but a lovely guy finds you and helps you find your way. Bucky. Since then you visit her more often and after a while you're friends with all Avengers so Wanda, Natasha and Steve decide you bring you and Buck together cause they see how you act with each other and it works ? :) THX<3

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Fandom: MCU
Warnings: so much fluuuuuff

A/N: hey bb! thank you so much for the compliment! also, I listened to ed sheeran at one point, which is why the story turned out the way it did lol. hope you like it love <33


Wanda Maximoff:

Are you on your way yet? xo


Yep, be there in 10! xo

Wanda Maximoff:

Good! Xo

You smiled and put the phone back in your pocket.

This was the first time she had invited you to the Avengers compound, despite of you knowing each other for more than two years now.

You had been excited and worried by the fact that she was an Avenger now, but she seemed happy and you knew that she could take care of yourself.

A lot of things changed though. You didn’t see each other nearly as much as you both wanted to.

That was mostly because of how busy Wanda had been these last months and you really couldn’t even be angry at her. After all, she was saving lives. 

But to make it up, she had invited you to the compound to, obviously, meet with her, but also to meet some of the other Avengers.

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phantasmagoricalzenith  asked:

So I just wanted to tell you that you're one of my fav FT blogs and I'm always excited for your posts!! I also wanted to share a silly headcanon I thought of for Natsu and Lucy. I have a headcanon that whenever Natsu and Lucy go on a job and Natsu doesn't give Lucy time to pack, it's because he has stuff for her in his bag already. I dunno how plausible it actually is but I thought it was kinda cute 😊

OKAY FIRST OF ALL THANK YOU SO MUCH. Second of all, that headcanon is so perfect I’m going to write a terrible drabble about it right this instant

    Natsu rushed towards her softly-colored dresser, throwing Lucy’s favorite vanilla lotion into the open bag. He had barely managed to grab the best job on the board, probably the best job all month! It was paying extremely well, and called for a small group of mages to defeat a herd of giant lizards invading a small village outside Hargeon. Natsu laughed, knowing Lucy and himself, and Happy as well, would be more than plenty. The two of them had become quite the destructive duo, since Lucy stopped holding back. 

    Perhaps “holding back” wasn’t the right phrase. Perhaps it was when she realized that she knew who she was all along.

    Although he never told her, he was so proud of her for how far she came, and honestly always knew she had it in her. After all, he knew Lucy better than perhaps her own spirits did. He knew Lucy loved parfait on the weekends, but preferred to eat plan cereal on the weekdays. He knew that she kept her toothbrush in her nightstand, because she was deathly afraid of leaving it “with the bacteria in the bathroom”. He knew that it could take her ten minutes to walk home, but it instead takes her fifteen, because she stops to take in the beautiful town she loves. He knew that her warm eyes are never more clear than when she first looks at the sun each morning. He knew that she loved her coffee with four spoons of chocolate flavor and five spoons of milk.

    He knew that she cries every time she writes her mother another undelivered letter, every time she looks at Aquarius’ broken key, every time she is tickled on that certain spot under her arm, every time she buys a new novel.

    He knew that she laughs every time Gray and himself bicker, every time Erza drops her strawberry ice cream and blames it on “The Merciless Gods”, every time it snows and she nails him with a ball of ice, every time she listens to the vinyl record that Gajeel recorded when he was twelve.

    He knew her favorite shirt to wear around the house was a maroon v-neck with faint and worn heart patterns.

    He knew her smile so well that he could draw it without a moment’s hesitation.

    He knew where every line of her guild mark touched each structure of her delicate yet experienced right hand.

    He knew that he loved her.

    Right as Natsu’s hand let go of her pastel. stained coffee mug, her door slid open. 

“Natsu? Whatcha up to…?” Lucy questioned, peaking at her small bag in Natsu’s arms. 

    Natsu ran forward with a wide grin covering his face. He grabbed her hand, tightly enough to feel her pulse, yet loose enough for comfort. Without stopping, he dragged the woman back out the door. 

“I got us a mission! We gotta go now!” He rushed them down the stairs of her apartment complex.

    Obviously frazzled, Lucy tilted her head, sweetly golden hair falling to the side. “But–I’m not really prepared–”

    Natsu held up her bag, laughing as he stole a glance into her widened eyes. “Don’t worry. I didn’t forget anything.”

sweetiefiend  asked:

Aaaaaah I'm sending you some good vibes to pick up your mood! For a prompt can you do Dan and Suzy going clothes shopping together? (Maybe they're picking out cute outfits to wear for a date with Arin?) ((Feel better love 💖))


“I don’t know, Suzy,” Danny mused as he eyed the outfit his friend picked out for him. “This doesn’t really suit me…”

“Oh why not?!” She countered back, “Pink is a nice color on you!”

“Yeah, but I want Arin to love ME, and not a pretentious ass!” He laughed loudly. “I’m not into the whole ‘symbols with flower prints’. Add a Snapback hat and you have yourself a Jewish douche!”
The shirt he and Suzy were bickering about was a pastel pink tie-dye shirt with a large cross on the front and flowers resided in the symbol.

“Dan, Arin loves pink. You and I both know it; plus he isn’t going to think you are a douchebag.” She pouted, placing the shirt back on the rack.
Dan couldn’t help but see the slight disappointment that landed on Suzy’s face. A face that expressed amusement, he gently tugged on the Gothic girl’s arm to bring her closer and softly planted a kiss on her glossy lips. She blushed a deep red from the unexpected affection.

“Tell me the truth, YOU just wanted to see me in that outfit~,” He purred.

“Oh hush, you…” Suzy stammered, her mind in a haze. She scurried to the other side of the clothing racks, trying to keep her mind busy on helping her counterpart find an outfit. However, she couldn’t help but let a smile surpass her lips. She was really excited about this day.

“Suzy! Can I wear this?!” Dan’s voice pulled Suzy’s head from the clouds. Her eyes gazed at the tall and lanky man who now resembles a child on Christmas day. He held up a white shirt and on the front read:

- verb [FAAK]
-ing, ers, s
Fuck can be used in many ways and is the only fucking word that can be put every fuckingwhere and still makes fucking sense. Fuckers.

Suzy almost doubled over from laughing so hard. “Of course you would want this shirt! I cannot believe this store sells a shirt as vulgar as that!” She cried out during her laughing fit.
Dan snickered. “Well, this suits me more than the other shirt!”

“Fine, fine,” Suzy wiped her eyes carefully, trying not to ruin any last bit of her makeup that the tears didn’t get to. “I’ll allow you to get that.”

It didn’t take long before the two lovers pieced together Dan’s outfit.
“You should go try them on to make sure it fits,” Suzy said, rummaging through the women’s section to find her outfit. “There’s a fitting room just down this area; come back to me so I can judge your taste on clothes.”

“Okay, mom…” The older man faked an angst-y groan before playfully stomping towards the fitting rooms.

“Don’t make me spank you, mister!” Suzy called out. Her response back: “Baby, yes please~!”

With Dan gone, Suzy focused more on her outfit for the night. The day when her and her husband, Arin, discussed about wanting more than a two-person relationship played on constant loop in her mind. When they both agreed they wanted to include Dan made her extremely happy; when Dan agreed to be with both of them made her heart soar.
She felt her ears grow hot. Both her and Arin were nervous in the beginning to bring this topic up to their friend. She was afraid this would be too “weird” or “sudden” for Dan that their friendship would tarnish and cease to exist. A poly-relationship can seem very intimidating, but the fact that the singer was more than happy to be one with their love made Suzy feel like the world was off her shoulders and she could breathe again.

Lost in her thoughts, she mindlessly rummaged through the women’s section before her hand felt something soft and velvet. Snapping out of her trance, she unhooked the fabric from the hanger and gawked at the beauty before her. A velvet dark purple dress with long bell sleeves and a deep V-neck. The bottom flared into beautiful lace, reminded her of Morticia Addams and her goth style.

“Hey, Suzy, what do you think?” Dan’s sultry voice spooked the beauty queen as she faced her partner. She couldn’t muster any words to say when her eyes locked to his face and scanned down his body.

The well loved RUSH shirt was replaced with his new favorite FUCK shirt with a tight midnight black leather jacket on top. The collar of the jacket had spiked studs that reminded Suzy of Dan’s sharp canines. His worn and torn blue jeans were gone and instead became black skinny jeans; his left pant leg had two zippers that were parallel to each other but went across diagonally.

“Hello? Earth to Suzy?” Dan waved his bony hands across the bewildered woman’s face. She could only whisper “holy fuck” as her heart jammed itself against her chest cavity and her face flushed crimson. “So you hate it~?” Dan teased.

“Holy shit, Dan, I think you…did a really…really nice job…” She took a soft breath before smiling. “Arin’s going to love seeing you in this.”

“Well, I’m glad Arin’s going to like it…but,” He inched closer to Suzy before backing her into a wall. He placed on palm against the white wall, leaning against it to balance his body weight. Suzy tightly gripped the dress and let out a soft squeak when Dan pressed his forehead against hers. “I want to know what you think~” He lulled.

“I-I…I mean…I-I d-d-do like it…” She whispered. The singer tucked his long index finger under his love’s chin, pushing her face upward.

“I hate when you hide your pretty face from me~” He held this position for what felt like eons for Suzy but finally pulled away and giggled as he watched the flustered Youtuber hide her face in the dress.

“Damnit, Dan! Save the sweet talk for Arin!” She cried out, fanning her hot face.

“This is going to be super fun!” Dan exclaimed in his normally bubbly voice. “And don’t worry. I have things planned for Arin too~”

((AAAAAAHHHHH I HOPE YOU LIKE @sweetiefiend <3 ))

Fools (M)

Summary: Harbored feelings over the years start to build up. Both you and Taehyung are so obviously in love with each other – well at least it was obvious to everyone except the two of you – and the world (aka Park Jimin) has made it it’s mission to get the two of you to realize the feelings are mutual.

Word Count: 9.8k.

Warnings: *breathes heavily* College!AU, angst, smut; i.e. dirty talk, angry sex, slight overstimulation.

A/N: This is what happens when I have an idea and decide to run with it – I write a fucking novel. I was listening to ‘Fools’ by Lauren Aquilina last night and branched this off of that song. This is officially the lengthiest thing I’ve ever written and I can tell you I’ve never felt as satisfied with an ending than I have before with this one. I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I do! xx.

Originally posted by taestylips

What if we ruin it all and love like fools?

Your name: submit What is this?

There’s always an up in the air situation when it came to having a best friend of the opposite sex. Everyone always assumed that the two people were together and when they tell them they’re not, they’re faced with comments telling them ‘Oh, you’d be perfect together!’ Or ‘You’re pretty much together already so why not make it official?’ Which can lead to one of two things; an awkward atmosphere that ends up putting too much strain on said friendship, thus the two friends drifting apart and ultimately never speaking again. Or it could lead to the seemingly inevitable – admitting the hidden feelings.

When it comes to yours and Taehyung’s friendship, both of those options seem to scare the living shit out of you.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! :3 I adore your stories about SS! I would like to ask if you could write something about Sasuke and Sakura go on a date because of their anniversary. Anniversary when Sarada is already at age from Boruto. I can't imagine them on a date XD so it would be nice to read something like that! 💑💘💘 (so sorry for my English - I'm from France.)

no need to be sorry, you did great ♥ and thank you for your sweet words, anon! i can’t imagine them going on a date either, so i hope this works out ;)

“Take this and stop at Ino’s on your way back.”

Sarada took the ryo from his hand, only looking to her father with shimmering onyx eyes and a smile much like Sakura’s. Her lips were parted slightly while Sasuke smiled a gentle smile to his daughter.

“What do I tell her?”

“Just stop by, she’ll take care of the rest.”

“Okay, papa,” Sarada grinned from ear to ear before dashing out the front door, accompanying Boruto and Mitsuki.

Sasuke reached for his cloak and slung it over his shoulders, attaching the buttons with one hand before exiting his house and heading towards the hospital. 

The sky was gorgeous, washed in a baby blue and extending to a deep sapphire. Few clouds spotted the morning sky, and even those that lingered, the rays of sun cut through each water particle that formed them, coating Konoha in a blanket of warmth.

He inhaled the fresh air, the aroma of flowers lingering lightly as the Uchiha made way for his wife. He ran through all the possibilities of what they could’ve done today, but only one option stood out.

“Hello, darling!” She called from the receptionist desk. 

Her emerald green eyes shimmered from the unnatural lighting, cherry blossom hair attached in a knot at the crown of her head. Sasuke noticed the tired look in her eyes, a deep violet coloring the skin below them. 

“Come on,” he greeted her with a soft smile before holding the door open. She only raised a thin eye brow before nodding back to the receptionist and leading the way out of the building.

“Where are we going?” Her tone was high pitched, noting she was confused yet excited.

“Somewhere,” Sasuke teased lightly as they walked through the streets. He grabbed her hand in his, stroking the top of her hand with the padding of his thumb.

“You’re kidding,” Sakura squeals as he lets go of her hand and she runs to the middle of the training ground. “I haven’t been here in forever!”

Sasuke smiled at her enthusiasm before removing his cloak and putting most of his weight on one leg. He had brought her to training ground three, in hopes of a small, friendly match.

“Let’s spar,” he coated his tone with a challenge and Sakura’s cheeks lit up in a shallow red.

“You really think you can beat me?” 

Sasuke scoffed at her attitude, but adored the sassy nature in his wife.

“I know I can,” he walked to her and placed a tender kiss to her cheek, amused by the way she tensed up from his touch.

“You’re in for it,” Sakura scoffed before removing the light jacket from her body. She had grown slightly in the last few years, her body still amazing as ever and toned in muscles. Sasuke could only lavish in knowing that she was his, now and forever.


Sakura bent over, her hands on her knees while sweat dripped from her brow. She was coated in dirt, small bruises painted her body, but no blood had been drawn.

Sasuke was the same, a sweaty, panting mess. The couple called it a draw, but Sakura continued to claim herself the rightful victor.

“Annoying,” Sasuke murmured lightly before swinging his arm over her shoulders and pulling her home. She giggled lightly, leaning her head against his shoulder and walked with Sasuke.

“Thank you, darling.”

Sasuke noticed how tired her voice sounded now as they made their way home. They had been at the training grounds for hours, sparring, taking a small break and remembering the first time they had been here. Recalling how Naruto had been tied up against the stump, the memory made Sakura giggle and Sasuke chuckle.

“Dobe,” he recalls lightly as he kicks the door to their house open. He could smell the lovely scent from the gate of their house, but now that the door was open, the aroma was pleasant.

Sasuke couldn’t help but notice the smile on Sakura’s face and her evergreen eyes wide with happiness.

“What is this?” She looks to him, a smile painted from ear to ear.

Sasuke feels his heart thumping against his chest and a solid lump appears in his throat. He’s never been good at sentimental stuff, but if it’s for Sakura and it makes her happy, he figured this was good enough.

Ino had created a handful of different flowers in makeshift bouquets and beautiful setups, and although she hadn’t worked in the flower shop for years, she did a phenomenal job.. From purples to reds, yellows to blues, each petal had a unique spritz of water lining it and they filled their home with an unforgettable scent.

“Happy Anniversary, Sakura,” Sasuke spoke lightly before pressing a kiss to the side of her head, his fingers playing lightly with the ends of her hair while she continued smiling that adorable smile.

some PJO Mass Effect: Andomeda AU because @suchastart is an angel who puts inspiring things in my inbox and who loves AUs with me, particularly and most especially pjo mass effect au

Already, the galaxy seems full of ghosts.


Or close enough but for the gentle hum of the ship all around him. Percy takes a few steps into the cabin, closes his eyes. He feels the pulse of the Tempest move up through his feet and hum at the tips of his fingers. His heartbeat slows, stops pounding in his ears, and he breathes deep, lets exhaustion sink in and hit him for the first time since waking from cryo. A soft bed within reach for the first time since Habitat 7. Sleep – real sleep – for the first time in six hundred years. 

When he opens his eyes he sees the Andromeda galaxy stretched out before him, endless and beautiful. It really is breathtaking, he thinks, even if everything since first waking in this new pocket of space has felt like a nightmare. Crashing shuttles. Choking on poisonous air. His father’s face distorted by the broken glass of his helmet. Jolting awake in Sam Node, Annabeth’s face hovering over his. Her voice calling him Pathfinder. The Nexus, like something from a horror vid – dark, and vacant, and broken.

But this, this vast expanse of space at his feet, is nothing short of incredible. And this, this masterpiece of a ship around him, feels like the safest place, closest thing to home, since his mother.

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anonymous asked:

How do feel about Daniel's rebranding? I'm happy for him if it makes him happier... but I feel like he's leaving what he has built with phil behind... like the Dan of Moving on did. I know it's stupid, and I'm overeacting... but I'm an anxious mess with fear of abandonment and so this all "we're moving out and rebranding and erasing the past" is making me so freaking upset to the point of being sick T^T

Dan changing his name to Daniel Howell reminded me of your ‘moving on’ fic and I’m crying bc all my angsty wounds were re-opened Thanks

I’m going to answer these two related asks at the same time, since my answer to both is pretty much the same. And I’m going to refer to Dan(iel) primarily as “Dan,” since he has given the fandom permission to do so because we’re “all in the friendship circle.”

Both asks reference Dan’s rebranding video yesterday in conjunction with an angsty early story of mine, “Moving On,” which is about Dan deciding to rebrand himself in order to take his content in a more serious direction.

For people who are having traumatic “Moving On” flashbacks yesterday/today, let me remind you that the angst in my fic came primarily from Dan’s decision to separate his career from Phil’s in order to accomplish his rebranding goals. Keep in mind that Dan of reality does not seem to have any plans whatsoever to do that.

He and Phil just moved into a new house together (and seemed very happy and excited about doing so in their video on the topic) and did a very cute joint live show about it. In response to worried Twitter comments after his rebranding video uploaded yesterday, Dan affirmed his intention to continue with DanandPhilGames and the PINOF series.

Real Dan (as opposed to “Moving On” Dan) expressed in yesterday’s “rebranding” video an intention for continuity, that his content will be the same but that he is just really tired of two things:

  1. He’s tired of professionally branding himself everywhere as “danisnotonfire,” which maybe suited him when he was an insecure 18-year-old making his first Myspace posts and lolz videos, but which doesn’t really suit his current, more professional career and more mature personality. As he said when he referred to it (cryptically) in an earlier live show, he was nervous about doing this “cheeky” video, he felt some of his audience would not be surprised if they’d been paying attention, and he wasn’t sure if he was ready because it was “a big deal, but also not.” It was “a big deal” because he knew the phandom would freak out (which we have), but “also not” because he’s just changing the name that represents him professionally, not his actual content or personality.
  2. He’s tired of being identified with the ridiculous “lolz random” stuff he utilized to create a recognizable persona for himself when he was a teenager first starting out: llamas, placentas, Maltesers, etc. He hasn’t worn a llama hat in years, and placenta references in the live show chat just make him cringe. He doesn’t need that over-the-top persona anymore, because he’s come into his own as a mature adult, rather than being this unknown kid who felt he had to use repeated gags to make people remember who he was from one video to the next.

Dan has been changing over the years, and he’s been especially really accepting and expressing his true personality this past year or so—embracing the wavy hair, openly referring to his attraction to various men, pointedly refusing to define his sexuality in his Diss track video, expressing articulate opinions on politics and social issues in his live shows, wearing pastel colors repeatedly, painting his nails with sparkles and describing himself as a “v v S O F T boye,” and just generally letting go of that insecure, occasionally very homophobic, self-conscious kid he used to be.

And he’s doing all of this with Phil. Unlike in “Moving On,” he hasn’t taken the extreme stance of separating their brands. If anything, during Dan’s recent period of most visible growth and embracing of his true self, he has seemed closer to Phil than ever. Don’t forget that they hibernated together after months of constant togetherness during TATINOF, instead of separating. Don’t forget how many of their recent videos have been ones they’ve done together. Don’t forget all the live shows in which they’ve talked about going to movies and such together. Don’t forget that Dan went with Phil on his recent family trip to the Isle of Man at Phil’s birthday. Don’t forget their closeness and obvious affection in the photos from the recent trips to Singapore.

If anything, what we’re seeing is like the (spoiler) happy ending of “Moving On,” in which Dan realizes that he can grow and mature with Phil instead of needing to separate their branding. This is the happy ending, and we’re seeing it in real life.

So don’t be afraid. Go look at some Singapore pics on Instagram, and be happy for Dan that he’s embracing the person he is now … and that person is happy with Phil.

(You can still read “Moving On” for some enjoyable AU angst, but don’t worry that the angsty part is happening in real life. Because it obviously isn’t. Only that happy ending is happening.)

liinchenqueenii  asked:

Awww ✨ I'm getting super excited now, don't know why though 🙈 Can we have some hc for Bakugou with a s/o who seems to be super sweet, cute and polite, but she can be a little devil. She just knows how to hide it well enough for most of the time, but sometimes she snaps. Thank you for answering my ask before! 💫

I’m glad!!! And i love chit chat ♥

Bakugou Katsuki

-kind of put off by the sweet façade 

-is probably super dickish to her when she over does it

-like hes all Jane Lynch, “You can’t bullshit a bullshiter”

-so when he sees her true devilish nature he’s so happy?

-but hates that she was fake about it at first

-probably tries to give a semi-inspirational speech about how she should be herself

-fails and ends up having an angry makeout sesh

-low key finds her secret side super hot

-if she shows it in class, he’d probably watch his classmates like a dingo

-like say some off color shit and he’ll fuck them up

-or at least threaten to

-he is most likely more than aware that she can handle herself

-i feel like he is the kind of guy who follows Carl Gallagher’s mentality

-”Don’t let your mouth say shit that your ass can’t handle”

-he’s so mouthy, hypocrite

-probably calls her his angel, then says her horns hold up her halo

-i can see them wearing pastel punk outfits together

- he probably mentioned it

-anyways he’d accept his s/o for who she is


I tried my best? I hope you liked it ♥


anonymous asked:

What are your fears concerning Osamu next chapter? I'm interested to hear... also, I love your blog!!

Thank you! <3

Well, I have two fears, actually. The first one is that we get color pages next chapter (only three days left!) and the last time we got color pages I was hoping to see the twins’ official colors but we got nothing. So what if it’s the same this time and Furudate trolls us again? But if we actually get the colors, I’m terrified in case the official colors are different from my headcanons.

Now, a more serious fear concerning the plot: I know everyone was super excited about the twins doing the quick successfully, but I’m deeply worried about it. I mean, it’s clearly the first type of quick Hinata and Kageyama did. (The second one requires way more work and can’t be performed that easily; I mean, even someone as talented as Kageyama needed a lot of practice until he managed to stop the ball where he wanted it to stop. And even then, it still failed a few times during matches, until he managed to sync with Hinata.)

I’ve been talking a lot about how I predict some sort of conflict between the twins, and now that we got that quick? My mind immediately went back to this:

This was the result of the first quick that Hinata and Kageyama used in the past. I mean, it worked at first, but only because Hinata was a rookie and he even closed his eyes to hit the ball, trusting that Kageyama would do 100% of the work.

But in the end, Hinata evolved and he decided he wanted to be an active part of the process as well. The fight happened, and in the end Kageyama and Hinata worked to find a new quick in which the effort is balanced. It’s 50% Kageyama’s work, but another 50% of Hinata being aware of how he is the one who leads the attack, and decides the tempo, and controls where he wants the ball to go.

And all of this happened because Hinata realized that the old quick could be stopped (by Seijoh, in this case). Because once it reached his hand, he had no control over the ball.

Now, back to the twins. We are slowly getting to know them both. We get to see parts of their personality, of how each of them deals with stuff, and I think we can agree that they’re quite different.

But if there’s something we can be sure of, something they both share, is the fact that they are not rookies.

This is my own personal interpretation, and of course I could be wrong, but here’s my two cents on what’s happening with the twins: Atsumu is trying to control the team. He wants to become the new king. And the quickest (no pun intended) way to get there is to claim full control over his own brother. He could have chosen any spiker to hit the ball (they are all wonderful players), but he specifically chose his own brother. 

The quick he uses is the quick Kageyama and Hinata used first, the one where only the setter has control of the ball. If you need more proof on why it’s that type of quick, look at how straight the ball goes. If Osamu hadn’t hit it, it would have gone away in a straight line (unlike Kageyama’s new quick in which the ball stops right where the spiker is). And that’s why Atsumu insisted on getting the timing properly. But Atsumu ended up stripping Osamu of his power of decision, of his control over the ball. Osamu ends up being treated as just a tool to get points.

Now, back to Hinata and Kageyama: that fight they had? I don’t know about you, but that was one of the most terrifying fights I’ve ever seen. It wasn’t played for laughs anymore, as the usual KageHina fights are. That one was so serious that it left me heartbroken, and those who know me are well aware of how much I suffered it throughout season 2.

And now back to the twins: I am terrified of witnessing a similar fight between them. Because Osamu didn’t seem happy about that quick. At all. Maybe that’s just his personality, but I’ve seen him express several emotions, and even if he was deadpan on the outside, we would have known about his happiness through his thoughts. The guy thinks a lot. He could have screamed internally with happiness over that point. But he definitely didn’t seem happy with that quick, and we will have to see how he reacts next chapter.

I don’t think the twins would have a fight like the KageHina one in the middle of the match, but I wouldn’t be surprised if this tension between them had already been there for some time and they had fought before. Maybe after the training camp, or even earlier. We still need to get more background information to decide what kind of relationship the twins have, and what kind of conflict is going on between them. But they certainly don’t seem to me like the kind of twins with an incredibly strong bond, who never fight and always agree on everything, even if the first time they appeared, the narrative made it look like they had each other’s back all the time.

Maybe they could talk about their disagreement during a time out, and who knows… they might end up fighting there. And one of them might end up being benched. And I don’t want Osamu to be benched for any reason. And I don’t want to see another traumatic fight.

(I’m lying. I want to suffer. There are so many angst options and I want all of them. Make me cry, Furudate. Hard. Give me the injury, the brother drama, the fights, everything. As long as you give me a lot of Osamu, I will stand all kinds of pain.)

In summary, I’m afraid of the official colors the twins might get, and the kind of conflict that could arise between them because of the quick. I think Furudate will want us to suffer during this match.

A Fun Day With Papa

The brightly colored shapes danced across her ceiling and walls in waves. The low insistent hum of what papa Magnus had called a pump was lulling her back to sleep. Madzie smiled and pulled the warm covers closer to her chin. 

It had been a fun and exciting day. Papa had shown her his magic, he’d conjured a beautiful tank of water set into the far wall of her room. He’d filled it will so many colorful things, rocks, sand and something he’d told her was coral. Finally papa conjured a mass of brightly colored fish, taking the time to name them for her, pointing out their gills, explaining how it helped them breathe underwater. 

When papa had winked, Madzie giggled. He told her she was just as pretty and special as the colorful fish in her new tank. Her gills were perfect, and meant to be. They watched her fish swim and play in the coral, until Madzie yawned. 

She crawled into papa’s lap and he opened her new book about tropical fish. The soft tone of his voice and vibrations of his chest as he read to her made her feel warm and happy. Loved. Her eyes felt heavy and closed against her will she wanted to watch the fish some more, see papa smile some more, but her little body was far too tired.

Papa’s strong arms lifted her and soon Madzie felt snug and warm in her soft bed. It wasn’t until a few hours later she woke for a moment to see the dancing shapes. And now she was smiling again thinking about her fun day with papa.

Daddy, Alec wouldn’t be home for another day, but when he did return, he’d promised to take her to the pool for her swimming lessons. Learning to swim was something that made her very happy, and her fathers knew this. Excitement welled up inside her, Madzie felt like her smile couldn’t get any larger but somehow it did. 

Turning onto her side to get comfortable, Madzie let her memories of her amazing day with papa and thoughts of swimming with daddy fill her mind and soon she was fast asleep once more.