⇢ summary: as far as you’re concerned, kim mingyu is good for nothing. but on a particularly hot summer day, it’s proven that that’s not totally true.
⇢ relationship: kim mingyu/reader.
⇢ genre: bad boy!au, romance, fluff.
⇢ words: 1.6k
⇢ warnings: mingyu follows reader around all the time, reader kinda likes it, mingyu makes ice cream as a hobby.
a/n: listening to shadow by f(x). for this request.
It’s not enough that it’s the hottest summer in your city’s recorded history, it’s not enough that your car needs a new battery and you can’t get it until next Tuesday, and it’s not enough that you’re outside, sweating your ass of as you wait for your mom to pick you up from work. No, the cherry on top of your shit-sundae happened to be a familiar bleach blond with bloodied knuckles and a bad attitude. And he was heading right for you.
BIG PROGRESS ON MY HALLOWEEN COSTUME EYYYYY I’M GONNA BE WITCHDAGGER MAE FROM NIGHT IN THE WOODS!
I know this looks super simple but omg this took. The better part of the day to do. I had to build an underlying base to support the dagger. I sewed (!!!) the hat itself which took four tries bc a. I was not working off a pattern of any sort and b. it was SO HARD getting it to the right size to fit the base! And I used heat vinyl transfer for the star and had to redo it all three times bc I kept fucking up bc I didn’t know what I was doing and then I realized that I should have fucking waited to do that until. After I sewed the hat together omg.
Obviously it’s not perfect, and I have not yet figured out how I’m gonna get it to stay on my head, esp w cat ears…. but! I’m still pleased w how it came out omg. Tomorrow I’m gonna tackle the cloak!
sooo i realize that in japan it is currently our boy’s bday but,,, i was not prepared to celebrate today so i’m gonna wait until it’s the 15th for me(central standard time). y’all better be ready to party tomorrow!!
Kyle: Hello! We just wanted to say thank you guys for already over 20 followers! We’ve just launched this, and it’s kicking off pretty well. I’m really happy with that.
Eric: Hey, Kyle! Guess how many followers we have! Come on!
Kyle: Cartman, I was just gonna get to that, can you just-
Eric: I gotta show everyone this video I made for celebrating. They’re gonna love it.
Kyle: Can’t you wait until I’m finished?
Eric: Hell no.
Kyle: Ugh, fine. Come play it here.
Kyle: I can’t believe I married him, I really can’t.
Kyle: I’m truly grateful for these followers, I am. Sometimes, I can’t fucking handle him. Why we bought that damn editing software, I don’t know. But, stay tuned. Thank you guys for these follows, it means a lot…Abel should be posting his intro tomorrow, unless Fatass does something stupid again. See ya, guys.
Alright, this has been in the works for about a week and a half. I met a goal of 1.3k + followers and wanted to do a mutuals post. BUT, I decided to wait until Valentine’s Day to do a LOVE YOUR FELLOW MUTUAL post.
AND to celebrate all the followers, I am gonna open up a little thing until tomorrow (2/15) at 10PM PST. If you would like an icon made (or a sidebar, I can work with that too), send me an ask. I’ll put some examples of stuff I have done AFTER the mutuals under the cut. I love you guys too
Word Count: 523 (sorry it’s so short but until I get some more motivation and inspiration, this is how they’re mostly gonna be)
Warnings: None! Fluff!
A/N: I literally just posted Mugshot, but I have been waiting for inspiration for this fic (that is due tomorrow) and it finally hit (I wrote this last night)! Anyway, this was written for @chaos-and-the-calm67‘s “Bev’s 80′s Writing Challenge” and my movie was “Say Anything…”. They don’t seem to be on tumblr atm, but I hope they come back soon. After I realized what I wanted to write I wrote it in a very short amount of time so if there’s a lot of mistakes, sorry, but I actually really liked this fic.
Feedback is appreciated!!
If you would like to be tagged please send me an ask! Requests are closed for the time being, but I will let you all know when they are back open :)
Okok so these are the sketches for today and tomorrow’s Inktober pieces but I am off to see Bladerunner 2049 so I won’t be able to finish Petr until later tonight possibly and I’m too excited about these sketches to not share. (I’ve got Chara and Daley sketched out for the next couple days too)
Photo ref credit for Mrazek is gonna have to wait till the final post cuz I’m on mobile but ref for Seguin is by @shattered-lens-photography whose photos are awesome and y'all should definitely follow them.
I banged out this short one-shot during my lunch. I have another one between Meredith and Megan that I’ll probably finish tonight or tomorrow morning, and I have a longer post-tumor Amezona fic in the works. Please let me know what you think and what you want to read :)
“Alex! Wait, can I talk to you for a minute?” Owen had just gone to check on Megan and Meredith hesitated with Alex until Amelia gave her a look. Alone.
“What’s going on, Shepherd?” He asked, a bit uncomfortable.
“If I die-”
“You’re not gonna-”
“Oh, not you, too. Cut the bullshit. This isn’t some minor thing, okay? And we’ve all seen patients die from prognosises better than mine. I’m not being pessimistic, I’m being realistic. Listen, if I die, there’s, uh, there’s a box. Second drawer down in my dresser at Mer’s house. All the way in the back. There’s- there’s a birth certificate, a death certificate, a little- a little blue cap, and a little tin of ashes. I need you to give that box to Addison Montgomery, okay? With this.” She handed him a note. A letter, addressed to her pseudo-sister. A letter telling Addison that now that she was gone, she would need to remember her son for both of them. Alex stared at her, confused. “Owen is the only other person who knows, and I can’t ask him to do this.”
Alex’s expression was grim, but he nodded. “Alright, I can do that.”
“Thank you,” Amelia replied sincerely. “And one more thing, if I die, I want Webber to be the one to call Addison, okay? They go way back, and she can tell everyone else in LA. And Meredith should be the one to call my mother. None of them… None of them know, I didn’t tell them, so this might be a little of a surprise, so I just… I don’t want just anyone calling them, okay?”
“Okay. Is that all?” Amelia only nodded. “Alright, I can do that, but only on one condition.” She waited. “You have to fight. You- you need to try not to die, okay? If not for yourself, for everyone else, because we’ve all lost way too many people already. I know it doesn’t always feel like you have people that are there for you, but you do. So if you can’t fight for yourself, fight for Meredith and Owen and Maggie and your mom and Addison and Webber and Edwards.”
Amelia forced a smile through the tears that formed in her eyes. “The neuro department at this hospital has a pretty high body count, doesn’t it?”
Alex gave her a small smile. “I think Edwards broke the curse, though. You’ll have to thank her later.”
Probably not gonna post anymore tonight because Tumblr is being a butt. HOWEVER… I am taking so many pictures. Something happened. The shit above sorta happened… I was taking pictures of another sim and brought Rohan down incidentally and he stood in the same light and ended up looking like a glowstick. It was actually really gorgeous, but then I did something kinda idly and he turned into a disturbing, ethereal creature. It was one of the more incidentally pretty things I have ever done in this game. xD
for the au meme, @evayna asked for awkard no. 8: ‘you thought i was someone else and started making out with me at a club and you’re really hot so i just went with it and now we’re heading back to your place and idk how to break it to you’
Thanks for the prompt! I have forgotten how to write ficlets, so here are 1000 words of rated M awkwardness.
One minute, Jaime was standing next to the bar, wondering where Tyrion had run off to. The next, he was being unceremoniously shoved against a wall, and a girl was kissing him.
Well, okay. Of all the things he’d been expecting when Tyrion forced him to come to this club, being kissed by a seemingly sober stranger was not one of them. He put his hands on her shoulders, ready to push her away, but she was kissing him with the methodical thoroughness of someone who had done this rarely and was determined to do it right. And she was. Jaime felt the urge to kiss her back and didn’t fight it.
He nibbled at her plump lower lip, drawing a moan from her that he felt deep in his chest. His hands traveled down her back—strong and broad, a swimmer’s back—and further down to her pert bottom. He gave it a squeeze with both hands, and she broke the kiss, panting.
When she pulled away, Jaime finally got a good look at her face. She wasn’t exactly pretty—her mouth and nose were too broad for her face—but there was something charming about the splash of freckles all over her face, neck, and arms. And her eyes… He’d never seen anything like them. Wide and blue, they seemed to sparkle like galaxies in the strobe lights.