i'm so pleased with myself omg

anonymous asked:

First off, I'm a big fan of yours. Your text posts are PERFECTION SPACE MOM. Second, I sent a message to my crush about how I like him in a different language. And I promised to tell him on the last day of school what it meant in English when he's leaving. I thought you could make a text post of something Lance confessing to Keith in a different language ( cause I'm Klance trash ). Sorry to bother😅 just really wanted to ask. Hope you have a wonderful day !


secondly, i made a post similar to this a while back but i love this trope so much and couldn’t help myself so here we go!!

 translation: (to the best of my ability - please correct my spanish if anything is wrong ) 

“i’ve been thinking about you…”


“do you like me? i adore you…”


“i wish you were mine.”

“i’m sorry…”

“please ignore this”

~ and now because ur spacemom is a sappy piece of shit and couldn’t leave this open-ended~ 


keith: “You make me happy… I love you and I can’t live without you. :)”

lance: “i love you too!!! :)”

Fast Car

Prompt: Reader is a reporter who gets the interview of a lifetime.

A/N: Yikes. hopefully this will be okay until I have enough time to get something better out? hah.. :)

Warnings: swearing, mentions of sex.

Originally posted by vibraniumdoll

An exclusive with Bucky Barnes. 

As a young reporter, you had started from the very bottom. You grabbed coffees, fetched papers, and did everything you can to work you way up to the top. 

You hadn’t found yet that story that would skyrocket you to the top. Every good reporter had that story that helped everyone believe that they were ready for headlining articles. 

Bucky Barnes was your ticket. 

Interviewing The Winter Soldier, who after decades has finally broken his silence. There was no better article, and you were glad that you were the one who nabbed it. 

You straightened out your pencil skirt and made your way into the elevator, making sure your press pass was visible to everyone. 

As you expected, every floor was offices and cubicles which somewhat confused you because you heard of the penthouse at the top of the tower that housed the Avengers. It was supposed to be marvelous and these offices didn’t show much. 

You clutched the tape recorder to your body, smiling once you finally hit the top floor. 

Before the doors opened, the elevator stopped abruptly. “State your name and business.” A robotic voice said, almost causing you to drop your things. 

“U-uh, (Y/F/N), reporter for the New York Times and here to interview Bucky Barnes.” Your sentence became less shaky with every word, clearing your throat at the end and straightening your posture. 

A moment had passed and the elevator doors opened. 

You blew out a breath and stepped your right foot forward. As your heels clicked against the floor, you followed the slightly narrow passage way to the end, where you were greeted by the famous Vision. 

“Hello miss, may I take your coat for you?” 

You were at a loss for words, only allowing him to slip the coat off of your shoulders and watching as he hung it up. He motioned for you to follow him.

“You must have been very persuasive to have Mr. Barnes say yes to you.” He spoke politely and quietly, causing you to smile. 

“I try my best. Persistence is key in the art of journalism.” You responded, seeing him nod his head and hold his hand out to the open room in front of you. 

You walked into it and sat down at the desk, crossing your legs as Vision told you Bucky would be with you in just a moment. 

All of your items were laid out neatly in front of you, your foot tapping softly while you examined the room. 

Just as you were about to turn around, you saw Bucky Barnes enter the room. 

A gasp fell from your lips, his sudden presence startling you despite the fact that you expected him. 

You cleared your throat, “Hello Mr. Barnes. I’m-” 

“(Y/F/N), I’m glad you came.” Bucky’s smile was warm and inviting, sitting across from you and folding his hands in front of you. 

His metal hand sparkled in the slight sunshine through the paneled windows. You were suddenly aware of your breathing, attempting to calm your quickly beating heart. Nervousness fluttered through your belly, and you felt nauseous. 

“Right, shall we get started?” You asked, opening your notepad to look at your questions. “Do you mind if I record our conversation?” 

Bucky nodded, watching you fiddle with your tape recorder and pressed record. 

You swallowed, floored by his attractive features. You had seen pictures, but nothing compared to the real thing. “What exactly to remember about your fall off that train?” 

“You waste no time in getting to the juicy details,” Bucky chuckled, “I don’t remember much. I have bits and pieces there but nothing really that could put the puzzle together.” 

You nodded, smiling softly at his somewhat happy persona. You were glad to see that he had moved on from such a traumatizing event. “Everyone has heard Mr. Rogers’ side of the story, but do you remember anything from the train itself?” 

“Again, it’s bits and pieces. However, I do remember kicking some ass,” his statement had caused a small giggle to escape your mouth, “and I remember Steve’s face as I was hanging off of the train. After that, it’s mostly blank.” 

Bucky’s mood had shifted slightly, though he tried to play it off. 

“Do you remember anything from the HYDRA lab? Who had put your arm on you, who had pulled you from the snow?” 

“No comment.”

Bucky’s response jarred you, causing you to look over your questions again and find a less intrusive one. 

“You were a prisoner of war at one point, a German tank had invaded your unit and taken all of you to someone named Colonel Lohmer. What did he do to you?” You asked, Bucky’s eyes widening as he coughed quietly. 

So much for less intrusive.

“That’s when they injected me with a serum, the same one that was put in Steve. However, Steve’s was a willing subject and I was tied down to a steel bed and was pricked with needles until I couldn’t feel a thing anymore.” Bucky muttered, shifting in his seat. 

You were surprised by his sudden urge to open up, causing you to tilt your head, “Who was Arnim Zola, in your eyes?” 

His nostrils flared and his jaw clenched, “A monster.” 

“What did he do?” You decided to take a different approach to the question you had asked before. 

Bucky bit his lip, thinking over his wording, “He tortured me, he brainwashed me, he caused so much pain and suffering in my life that when I was me, I didn’t know if I wanted to be me anymore. I had no out, for 60 years.” 

You blinked back your tears and sighed softly, regretting this interview for the sole fact that you didn’t want to make him relive those horrendous memories, but you had to carry on. 

“When Steve found you in Bucharest, what did it feel like?”

“I was terrified,” he blew out a breath of air, “I barely remembered the guy. I read about him in a museum and that’s where all my information had come from. I didn’t know if it was a trick to lure me in, so I ran.” 

“And when did you start regaining your memory of him?” 

“When he and Tony were on the fritz.” He smiled, shaking his head and wordlessly allowing you a ticket into his mind. 

You were glad that you were able to change the subject, still getting great material for the article without bothering him. “Is he still your best friend?” 

“Easily.” He whispered, leaning forward on the desk and grinning at you. You smiled when his eyes met yours, his baby blues causing you to melt at the sight. 

After a moment of you not saying anything, Bucky spoke up, “Do you have a best friend?” 

Bucky’s hand reached for the recorder and pressed pause, your breathing picking up as he did so. “U-uhm, why do you ask? This interview is for you, Mr. Barnes.” 

“Can this be off the record?” Bucky murmured, staring into your eyes and ignoring your question. 

You wordlessly nodded, watching him intensely. 

“Ever since I saw you entering this building, I have been immensely attracted to you.” 

Your jaw dropped, not expecting this from him at all. He reached forward, taking two fingers and closing you jaw. 

“I allowed this interview because many people had asked before, but none were as persistent as you. They usually gave up after a few failed attempts, but you just kept trying. I had to see the person behind the emails.” Bucky’s admission made you lean back and attempt to relax on the back of the chair. 

“You agreed to the interview because you wanted to see who I was?” 

Bucky nodded.

“Well are you pleased with what you see, Mr. Barnes?” You whispered, watching as he took your hand in his. Your breathing was staggered, this certainly wasn’t a story you wanted to tell. 

“Very much so.” Bucky’s lips turned up into a sly grin, your pulse racing as he stood up from his seat. 

All thoughts of the interview had left your mind as you pressed pause on the tape recorder and felt Bucky brush your hair neatly behind your ear. 

Bucky smirked, his hand resting gently on your cheek as his lips met yours. 

It was happening all so fast, his hands roaming your body and your fingers interlocked tightly in his hair. He was quick to lift you from your seat and set you on the table, your thighs on either side of his waist, keeping him close to you. 

His scent was almost intoxicating, you felt like you didn’t have control over your body and you just floated above, watching the two of you and feeling heat creep up your neck as your chest heaved with anticipation. 

“What do you say we take this somewhere a little more private?” Bucky whispered in your ear, sending chills down your spine. 

The white sheets surrounded you two as you finally awoke from your sleep.

Bucky’s arms had kept you close to his chest, the metal of his hand feeling cool against the skin of your stomach. 

You heard quiet snores from behind you, his nose buried in your hair. 

You took a moment to reflect on how you had gotten here in the first place. It was confusing to say the least, but you can’t say that you didn’t enjoy it. 

You carefully unwrapped yourself from his grip, reaching for your blouse and slipping it over your shoulders. 

As you stood up from the bed, Bucky noticed your movement, “Where do you think you’re going?” 

A smile spread across your lips, “I’m going to go write my story.” 

You turned back and saw Bucky wiping the sleep out of his eyes, “No you’re not. You think I sleep with a girl and just kick her out?” He stood and walked to your side of the bed, planting a kiss on your lips, “You gotta think me more of a gentleman, darlin’.” 

“So that part of the rumors is true.” 


“You make a woman swoon just by the twinkle in your eye.” You said, feeling Bucky’s hands button up your shirt for you. 

He finished up, handing you your skirt, “You can write your story but after we get some breakfast.” 

You followed him out of the door and slowly slipped past all the other doors in the penthouse. 

A giggle left your throat as Bucky gripped your hand tighter in yours, “We have to be quiet so no one asks questions.” 

You grinned, nodding your head and watching as he opened the door to the kitchen. 

Bucky bumped into the table, causing you to laugh and cover your mouth once he shushed you. “Sorry!” you whispered. 

Just as you and Bucky looked up, you saw Clint with the newspaper in his hands and cereal in his mouth as he stared with shock at you two. 

“Oh boy.” You said, stepping behind Bucky and hiding your blush. 

“Is that the reporter?!” Clint yelled, cereal spilling from his mouth. Bucky nodded. 

“You fucked the reporter?” 

“Clint!” Bucky yelled, causing you to stifle your giggles as Clint had milk drip from his mouth. 

Clint rolled his eyes, “When you said you thought she was hot I didn’t think that you’d be able to get her into your bed the same night.” 

You finally spoke up, “Bucky works in mysterious ways.” 

“Hey Clint I found that-” Tony walked into the room, cut off by your presence. You were shell shocked, suddenly faced with 3 of the Avengers in one room. 

“Oh my god he fucked the reporter.” Tony said, his eyes wide as he held an item in his hands. “Tony!” Bucky yelled, your hands now over your mouth to keep your laughs in. 

Soon enough, you were faced with Bruce, Steve, and Vision, who had come into the kitchen after hearing a commotion between Bucky and Tony. 

Steve was the first to speak directly to you, “Uh, hi. You a friend of Bucky’s?” 

You nodded, “You could say that.” 

“I see the interview went well.” Vision said, his lips turned up into a small smirk. Your jaw dropped, as Steve had put two and two together. “You’re the-” 

Before he could finish his sentence you only nodded, shrugging your shoulders. 

Bucky and Tony had stopped bantering long enough for you to speak, “I’m just gonna go. Sorry for all this-” 

“Nonsense,” Bruce muttered, “You’ll have breakfast here. Everyone who wakes up here stays for breakfast. It’s a rule.” 

“Fair enough.” You muttered, the awkwardness diminishing as people walked towards the table. 

Bucky took your hand in his, squeezing it reassuringly while you took a deep breath.

You couldn’t help but feel that this was the start to a very, very strange relationship. 


I’ve been thinking about this megane/ahoge crossover for literal months and now I’ve finally drawn it I can be put to rest

anonymous asked:

I love you check please art so much!! Can I request some fluffy nurseydex??

Nursey would so do this…. Dragging Dex to a photobooth and propose to him…… 

Can I just remind people that many bisexual and pansexual people, myself included, use gay as an umbrella term for all people attracted to the same sex and we use it as a descriptor for our and everyone’s same sex attraction because it’s specific to that part of our identity. So please stop policing me for using gay to describe my and characters’ same sex attraction. Using gay as an umbrella term is not the same as invalidating and erasing a bi/pansexual person’s identity.

sleepyanimeprincess  asked:

The "you somehow forget I'm tiny" prompt with 2d please omg

((Well, I’m 5'8, I don’t really consider myself tiny so this was kind of difficult to write from a personal perspective? But whatever))

You and 2-D were sprawled across the couch, poking fun at each other along with a good dose of casual flirting. You had gotten up to get a snack as 2-D paused the film.

“Mind gettin’ me some crisps from the top shelf, love?” 2-D asked as you dug through the kitchen.

“You somehow forget I’m tiny, Stu!” You called, looking for a chair to stand on.

You could hear 2-D giggle from the living room.

“Yew are not tiny! Yew were taller than tha’ gal at the supermarket!” He called back, still awaiting his crisps.

You found a stool that was near the kitchen’s counter that was loaded with Murdoc’s booze.

“That was a child.” You mentioned, rolling your eyes as you dragged the stool across the kitchen.

“Well, at least yew’re taller than a child.” 2-D laughed, finally deciding to get up.

When he waltzed into the kitchen, his eyes went wide at the sight before him. You, on your tip toes, on top of a spinning stool made of ripped and broken leather.

He couldn’t help but smirk as he walked over to the shelf you were trying to reach, grabbing the bag of crisps without a problem. He chuckled as you jumped off of the stool and onto his back as he carried you back to the couch.

Things I love as a lee

1. Tickles as both a punishment and a reward

2. Being a little shit so my ler gets me real good

3. Being chased (bonus if I get cornered)

4. Threats like “I’m gonna getcha~!” and “Don’t make me tickle you!”


6. Being called a lee (specifically “my lee”)

7. Being told to say something embarrassing in exchange for tickles (and then being told to repeat it dhdhdjdj)

8. No seriously like please chase and corner me

9. S i l l y  l e r s

10. Being told I’m a ticklish little lee

11. When my ler calls them self the tickle monster holy shit

12. When my ler says my name in a singsong voice omg, it’s like “oh shit, I’m fucked

anonymous asked:

I sent an ask and I'm not sure if it went through? my account had been acting super janky lately so it might not have gone through :( if it didn't but you see this, could you pretty please share your headcanons about the author?

no worries, dude! i’ve been having the same problem myself! but here are a few for you!

  • his bat is called ‘inspiration’ and he whacks people over the head with it so people will be inspired. (this one came from @slobberingapparitions, and i love it so much omg)
  • him and dark respect each other but they’re a bit of rivals.
  • gets annoyed when he’s disrupted while he’s in his writing phase.
  • very private and enjoys his privacy. lives pretty much in a log cabin in the middle of nowhere woods.
  • probably doesn’t take criticism on his work all that well.
  • out of all the egos, author likes wilford the most. they probably have a long (and bloody) history together.
  • lowkey is a sucker for romance novels. they’re a guilty pleasure.
  • has a tabby cat named clause (like ‘claws’ as a cat pun, but also ‘clause’ as in writing) (that was bad i’m sorry).

fishymomdraws  asked:


~ @fishymomdraws HEHE ♥ Oh please just look at THIS POST i’m still laughing at it pwahhahhhh

I laughed. “Oh, yes. They range in size from as small as dogs to larger than grizzly bears. One time I watched a colony of myrmekes attack a Greek army in India. It was hilarious. They spit acid that can melt through bronze armor and—”


My smile faded. I reminded myself I was no longer a spectator. These ants could kill us. Easily. And Meg was scared.

marshmello08  asked:

Wait. But what if Future Bitty has a food television show? And he, like, specializes in game day snacks that somehow taste amazing, but don't make NHL team nutritionists mad. And the end of every episode is a montage of him sharing the food with the Falconers and footage from him cheering at the game. And some weeks, he invites Jack to the show, and Jack is still hopeless at cooking, but the fans love him.

what if this just??? crushed my heart and i DIED????????

also i want everyone else to show up on his show too but in like. very random capacities

like maybe the show is filmed in his apartment (jack’s apartment lol??? im cryign) and so like, lardo just pops in & is like “whoops sorry” & ducks out of frame & is gone for several minutes (there’s one incredibly loud BANG! in the background and then utter silence for ~30 seconds) so bitty tries to go on with the show & then lardo comes back in dragging this massive block of solid metal across the floor & bitty and everyone in the crew just. watches her do this silently for an unbelievably long amount of time (one of the techs eventually helps her carry it out)

ransom & holster bursting in singing that thing from tarzan “THE FUUUUUN HAS ARRIIIIVED”

shitty just sitting at bitty’s counter eating food as it is prepared, bitty occasionally smacking his hand away (he’s baked off his ass & just sitting silently & eating; occasionally spouts some tidbits of feminist theory or history or whatever)

and jack. oh god. jack, after he comes out & is open abt his relationship w/ bitty, appearing on the show in a purely domestic capacity, walking through the kitchen on his way to go for a run, dropping a kiss on bitty’s head, stealing bites of food (stealing kisses when bitty turns to reprimand him)

and then maybe there’s a thanksgiving special or smth & the whole samwell team comes over, all of the members from all four years of bitty’s samwell career, as well as the falconers, and george, and jack’s family and bitty’s family, everyone in jack’s massive apartment around a huge table eating bitty’s food & being happy and mE, ON THE FLOOR, SOBBING FOREVER,


This sketch of Damien gets too many notes, seriously (to be honest, I am screaming inside my head like a total idiot right now, because I feel like I’m important to someone). I really am grateful to you💖
IF YOU WANT, YOU CAN SEND ME SOME ART REQUESTS! / I will be especially happy if you’ll ask me to draw something related to anime or visual novels /
I hope there are no mistakes in my post, because I’m still bad in English. / I’m so sorry ;~;/


                      L U M I N O U S beings we are,
                                            (not this crude matter)

Please take a moment to appreciate my handsome sons in 70′s clothes. 

I think this may very well be the pinnacle of my 70stalia drawings. I’m very happy with how it turned out ♥

I started this last night because I wanted a new icon, but it doesn’t really work as an icon apparently … you don’t recognise him at all when it’s tiny :/ 

RFA as things I have said
  • Zen: "Don't I look wonderful? I know I do, you don't have to tell me all you have to do is compliment me ALL night."
  • Yoosung: "I don't WANT to play this game but omg there are so many cool things I want to get. Nevermind I'm playing, see you in six years."
  • Jaehee: "No I'm not stressed, what do you mean I'm stressing myself out? These piles paper aren't related to school no way."
  • Jumin: "You know what? What is life without money. I can't buy stuff for Mystic Messenger without money."
  • 707: "YEAH MEMES THAT'S RIGHT BOW TO THE MEME LORD. End me now please."
  • V: "Sometimes I think I'm a good photographer but then I look at my pictures and I realise it aren't my eyes that are bad, it's my picture that is blurry."