i was expecting a picture of his kid but ok

Pictures- Dylan Larkin

Originally posted by nugent-hopkinks

Ok Idk how I feel about this one! I mean I think it’s adorable, but I could’ve done better? Or maybe it’s just the depression talking… who knows! Anyway! Enjoy and let me know what you thought!

Warning: None!

Anon request: Hi!! Your writing is incredible!! Could you write a Dylan Larkin imagine where the reader and him take your kids to a photoshoot where you announce your expecting another kid?? Hopefully that makes sense!! Thanks so much!!!


              You were about ready to throw up.

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anonymous asked:

Hi Sasha. Hope you have seen Liams picture. But you know, this time I wasn't suprised at all? Like I checked my phone and scrolled through instagram and was like OK so the baby is out now. That's it. I remember with Louis's I was still very suprised with how far Modest would go, now kinda use to it,lol.

Hey nonnie. Yeah, I reblogged it. Absolutely, this was expected. So it’s not shocking. And being a curious person, I’ve been reading about showbiz shadiness for years. I know that unfortunately, real kids get caught up in celebrity bullshit. Louis and Liam are far from the most scandalous. As hard as it is for us to wrap our minds around, the hard truth is that the truth often has very little to do with certain celebs public narratives. And it’s literally been that way for decades. We’re all kinda late to the party because for so long we’ve been wracking our brains trying to reconcile this madness. Like, somehow, legally, morally, ethically, this can’t be allowed to happen and so it must end eventually. And yet, worse has happened and people got away with it.

You know, I just have to be philosophical about it. Both these babygates aren’t gonna end in paternity scandals. And Louis’ situation has persisted a long time.  So these kids, regardless of how they came to be, may be on the record as Louis and Liam’s for the foreseeable future. I feel for the kids. I feel for Louis and Liam because I still believe neither wants to do this. For sure there’s fuckery afoot. And that’s not cool. It’s just kind of…sad.

1D for sure made a deal with the devil. I dunno who or where the exorcist they need is. They need a squad like the people working on taking Trump down. Some angry people in the intelligence community. Some bored people at the State department. Some messy people in Congress. Mix with a few scared people in the White House, some over it reporters and an ex MI-6 agent and maybe we could blow the lid off 1D’s shit. Maybe. Like I said before, Simon Cowell is slicker with his bs than Trump. LOL and *sigh*

Mystic Messenger POC MC meeting RFA Members

So MC #4 in Mystic Messenger is a PoC person. As a PoC person myself, this was my go to MC. I don’t see any imagines or pictures for this MC (I don’t blame them- MC #1 is the one pictured in the game) So heres the RFA Members reacting to seeing the PoC MC(I’m not trying to be racist):


  • He didn’t expect it
  • He really didn’t
  • But when he saw you he wouldn’t change you at all
  • He just loves you
  • But your skin was a bonus
  • He likes
  • Imagining your kids was fun before he met you
  • But after
  • It was always on his mind


  • Well, he’d be a bit shocked 
  • Ok more than a bit 
  • Google search: Are there black people in Korea?
  •  Followed by a LONG period of awkward political correctness
  •  But it wouldn’t matter much in terms of loving you 
  • “It doesn’t matter what skin color you have. You’re still the woman I love.“ 
  • His parents were weary at first but come to understand that you’re NOT a thug Although tbh he’s a great target so innocent and cute 


  • It was unexpected to say the least
  • He doesn’t seem fazed by it at all 
  • He does like seeing you with Elizabeth 3rd 
  • "Such beautiful white hair, contrasted by warm skin…a relaxing sight." 
  • You’re a great help with foreign meetings 
  • If people looked down at you in the office he’d look down at them in his office "Fired.”
  •  In other words he’d protect you from the absurdity that is workplace racism 
  • The ribbons aren’t red now they’re white 


  •  Literally no change
  •  It was like she knew from the get go 
  • But is she fierce or is she fierce when it comes to your rights 
  • She even low key checked to see if you were getting paid as much as your co workers 
  • Shopping is also fun 
  • She enjoys buying things that suit your complexion 
  • “Even if we have similar bodies, your skin makes me look for colors I usually wouldn’t wear…I enjoy it.”


  • He knew first
  •  But not right away
  •  The cameras were black and white you see 
  • But then, he stared noticed that your skin was darker than most 
  • Spent a while fiddling with the cameras to change them into color 
  • was worth it 
  • He used your skin tone as a background colour
  •  He teases you by licking your cheeks or fingers “Mmm, chocolate." 
  • You tease him too "Mmm, vanilla,” and you both laugh 


What does it matter he’s blind

anonymous asked:

hello! are you still accepting prompts? If so, would you write a story about Thea calling Oliver to wish him a happy birthday and asking if she should start planning his next wedding?

A/N: So I started this AGES ago, right after 3x23 aired. The promo last night gave me the kick in the butt to finish it. Sorry you had to wait so long, Anon! Set during the Summer of Porsches and Sunsets. Read on AO3 here.

Put A Ring On It

Just a few months ago–hell, a few days ago–if you’d told Oliver Queen that a tiny blonde would be able to push him out of a room with just a little shove, he would have laughed.

But that was the exact situation he found himself in now. Apparently he was “too distracting” to be in the bathroom while Felicity got ready. She hadn’t complained when he joined her in the shower…but Felicity had informed him that she had plans for them this evening that didn’t involve him seeing how many times he could make her scream his name. That was about the time she’d pushed him out of the bathroom before she set to work on her hair and makeup.

Oliver had followed Felicity’s instructions to put on the suit he’d brought with him, then he was left to wait. He didn’t do waiting particularly well. His phone might have read his mind; not long after Oliver had stepped out onto the balcony, the phone started vibrating. The name on the screen prompted him to answer it instead of letting it go to voicemail.

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anonymous asked:

"I got a polaroid and I’m taking pictures of cute animals in the park but I saw you and you’re so handsome I had to take a picture and you noticed it." Au, pretty please with Tsukkiyama, you can decided who's the photographer

((This is probably a bit ooc but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ what can ya do. Fall setting because I miss fall.))

Kei taps the underside of his labrodor, Nani’s, chin, nudging it up. The leaf he’d strategically placed on her nose falls, and he captures a shot before it’s too late. The picture prints and Kei pulls it out of the camera’s cartridge, shaking it. A little blurry, but it’s not like his photography teacher would really care; it was just an extra credit project, anyways, so if he did, it wouldn’t affect his grade too much.

With a sigh, Kei tucks the photo safely into his folder. He’s going to take Nani to a different part of the park, where the changing leaves that had fallen to the ground were raked into large piles when he sees him.

Dark hair, pretty eyes, and a LOT of freckles. He was perfect. And he was just there, reading on a bench, not paying attention. Kei just had to get a picture of him.

Of course, Kei had thought he was being sneaky; key word, thought. He wasn’t. He’d brought the camera up, and snapped the picture, having completely forgotten that the old Polaroid his brother had given him made a loud noise when the camera clicked the shot. He also hadn’t anticipated the boy looking up, and he’d forgotten the camera automatically printed out the picture.

So yeah. The boy looks up, right in Kei’s direction, startled. He flushes pink when Kei curses, ripping the photo out of its cartridge and trying to hide it.

“Um…Are… Did you just…take a picture of me?”

“No- I mean- y- yeah?..” Kei curses again. He was not acting cool.

“…Why?” The boy had put his book down, and Kei could see on the cover that it was in English. Upside down, he could make out the word “mockingbird”.

“Um…” Kei coughs. Nani sits dutifully at his side, idle and waiting to move to a different part of the park.

“You though I looked funny, too, huh?” The boy giggles shyly, running a hand through his hair. Kei can hear the hidden sadness despite the boy trying to sound joking. “I get that a lot. You could have just told me, though.”

“No, that’s not it,” Kei, seeing the boy’s insecurity, gains a bit of confidence and is at least able not to stutter. “I… thought you were… pretty.”

The boy quirks an eyebrow. “Pretty? Me?”

“Well, yeah,” He says, “You look very pretty.”

The boy huffs, and shakes his head. “I’m really not…”

“Think whatever you want, but you’re pretty,” Kei holds out the photo to him to take. “Here. Take this, to remind you that someone thinks you’re pretty.”

The boy hesitantly takes the photo from Kei’s hand, looking at it hesitantly. For a second, he thinks he sees what Kei had seen in him. He shakes his head, before pulling out his cellphone and snapping a picture of it.

“Y- You obviously thought I was pretty enough for you to take a photo of me, s- so you…keep it…”

Kei stares at the boy in amazement a moment, before slowly grabbing the picture back. This was a new thing. He’d been expecting the kid to be disgusted, or at least weirded out, but he wasn’t.

In fact, he seemed rather…flattered.

With a cough, Kei nods, pushing up his glasses. “Ok. Sure,…”

“Tadashi,” The boy supplies, and Kei nods again.

“Sure, Tadashi. Thanks.”

“Yeah.” Kei moves to walk away, tugging lightly at Nani’s leash, when Tadashi says, “I’ll see you around…”

Kei looks at the picture again as he walks, and only then does he realize: the boy is wearing a Karasuno high school uniform, much like the one he was wearing.


superwhaaaaat-deactivated201608  asked:

- "hey I have to photograph someone for class will you be my model" AU for TSUKKIYAMA

“M- me?..” Tsukishima looks hopefully at the boy sitting across from him, nursing a cup of hot chocolate.

“Yeah. You’re perfect for the concept I’m trying to get across,” Kei had a project due for his photography class, and while he didn’t care much for the class – it was just a required class he had to take to get his major – he still wanted to get a good grade.

Their professor had allowed them free reign on what they wanted to photograph, but made it a requirement to incorporate a way to mesh humans and nature together. Naturally, his eyes immediately fell to the cute boy in his Japanese literature class, who worked at the coffee shop nearby. He was perfect. Kei had caught him on one of his days off, in the corner of the shop on his laptop.

“…I’m really, not, though…” Tadashi says, frowning.

Kei refuses to take ‘no’ for an answer. “Come on, Yamaguchi.”

“I…” Tadashi tries to refuse again, but he looks up and sees the near desperate look on Kei’s face and giggles. “I’m the only person you thought of asking, huh?”

“Yeah.” Kei blushes.

“Then… I guess if you really need me…”

Kei smirks. “I’ll pick you up at ten, then.”


“So…What exactly are you supposed to be photographing?” Tadashi is walking around the studio Kei’s professor lets the students use, poking at a few things. A light squeaks under its own weight and Tadashi jumps about a mile in the air. Most students have left campus, but a few still had night classes. They were alone in the art hall.

“I’m just here to grab a proper camera,” Kei says, signing out one of the cameras as he speaks, “Then we’re going a little farther out of town.


Hearing reluctance in Tadashi’s voice, Kei tries to summon up his most comforting smile. “Don’t worry, I just need a place where i can get a proper photo of the stars.”

“Yeah.” Tadashi says, smiling back. His voice wavers, but he looks relieved. “Ok.

"Oh, I forgot to mention, hope you don’t mind, but could I…Put stuff on your face?.. Like, stick stuff on it.”

“I…guess not? I don’t really care.”

“Great.” Kei shoves the camera into his bag. “Let’s go, then.


The field Kei takes them to isn’t too far off campus, maybe only a few miles. It’s dark here, the city lights far behind them, and Kei leaves his cars headlights on when he slides out of the car. Tadashi follows, but Kei stops him before he can get all the way out.

"Stay there. I still have to get you ready.” Tadashi stops, and allows Kei to get near him. “Close your eyes.”

Tadashi obeys again, and lets his eyes flutter shut. He can feel Kei rubbing a light layer of glue on his face, and shivers at the light touch. “Feels weird.”


“It’s fine.” Kei finishes his work in silence, giving an approving hum as he pulls his hands away.

“Ok, follow me.” Kei grabs Tadashi’s hand and pulls him to the front of the car, positioning him on the hood.

“What, I don’t get to see myself?” Tadashi asks, laughing.

“No.” Tadashi laughs again at Kei’s deadpan expression and Kei takes the opportunity when his eyes are closed to snap a picture. “Later.”

“Ok, Tsukki.” Kei flushes.

“Oh.” Tadashi smiles awkwardly. “That’s…kind of the nickname I gave you.”

Tadashi laughs nervously, his hand on the back of his neck, and it’s so cute to Kei because honestly this kid was trying to kill him.

“Oh.” Kei says. Then, he clears his throat, all buisness. “Um, could you maybe tilt your head up to look at the stars? And…And smile.”

Tadashi nods, and does as told, naturally. Kei hums. He’d expected Tadashi’s expressions to look forced, or at least at first, but they seemed… Natural.

He only takes a moment to be amazed, however, because he wants to get this assignment done soon. He commands Tadashi as the night goes on, do this, do that; smile more, lay here, tilt your head this way. Tadashi just takes it, never complaining about how long it took to position things or ask how many pictures he was going to take of the same scene.

He was the perfect model, and that helps Kei big time.

After the mini photo shoot is done, Kei lays onto the ground next to Tadashi, and they sit and chat for a while. Kei gets so many more photos as they do – candid shots of him smiling, laughing, anything – and Kei knows he’ll probably secretly keep all of them, even after the project is done.

Eventually, the clock hits two in the morning, and the boys decide they’d better head back. Kei offers to help Tadashi was his face off, and Tadashi agrees happily.

He doesn’t know that that was part of Kei’s plan not to let him see what he’d done to his face, and it’s almost completely forgotten he’d helped Kei with his project. That is, until Kei enters the coffee shop, holding a folder with his pictures inside.

“I got an A,” Kei says, flushing, as he holds the folder out to Tadashi. “I figured you should see them.”

Tadashi smiles lightly, taking the folder, and opening it. He sees the professor’s grading sheet on top, and sure enough, Kei got an A, and slides it out of the way to see the top photo.

“Tsukki…” Tadashi whispers when he sees the first photo. It’s of him, looking up at the stars, the car light giving off a natural looking glow to his face. It’s a far-away shot, so the car was in the shot, but the next isnt, and Tadashi finally sees the small, silver stars Kei had stuck on his face that night, and the glitter dotting his cheek bones along with them. He was awestruck. “Tsukki…”

He flips to the next one, tears starting to form in his eyes, and the next, and the next, until he’s at the first picture again and looking the happiest he’s ever been.

“Tsukki, these are amazing…”

“They’re not, really,” Kei says, poking his fingers together and looking down.

“How’d you come up with the idea to… To do that?..” Tadashi finds it hard to articulate proper words.

“…Some people say they can see constellations in people’s freckles,” Kei says softly, still looking down. “And I thought there would be no better person to prove that than you. Because…Well, I don’t really know why. I just thought of you.”

At his confession, Kei flushes.

Tadashi smiles. “That’s so sweet, Tsukki!” Tadashi makes his way over the counter and hugs Kei tight. “Thank you for making me feel good about my freckles.”

“Y- yeah..” Kei hugs Tadashi back slowly. “Yeah. Maybe we could do something like that again?..”

Tadashi grins brightly. “I’d like that.”