i've made this before but this is better


Lotor and the Generals, finally!

They would have full armor and everything and I’ll figure that out one day, but we’re appreciating the patterns and bodies here, so

reputation themed asks
  • …ready for it?: what sort of things do you dream about? do you have more dreams or nightmares?
  • end game: what is your philosophy on ‘forgive and forget’?
  • i did something bad: write about something you shouldn’t have done that you don’t regret.
  • don’t blame me: what is the craziest thing you’ve ever done for love?
  • delicate: confess something that’s currently weighing on your heart/mind.
  • look what you made me do: describe a version of your past self. do you miss the way you used to be?
  • …so it goes: what emotion most often consumes you?
  • gorgeous: who is so attractive to you that it makes you mad?
  • getaway car: if you had to run away from your life, where would you go and who would you take with you?
  • king of my heart: who or what makes you feel at home?
  • dancing with our hands tied: talk about something/someone you’ve lost recently.
  • dress: when you want to look your best, what do you wear?
  • this is why we can’t have nice things: talk about the people who will always have your back.
  • call it what you want: who or what makes you feel instantly better when you’re feeling down?
  • new years day: describe a party you’ve been to and what made it so memorable.

I feel like if GLaDOS made an android body for herself, she’d purposely make it as beautiful as possible, just so that she could try and one-up Chell with a sort of ‘humans like you are so ugly, so I made a better version’ attitude, but doesn’t take into account that Chell gives zero fucks about a robot looking better than her, and instead is just having a gay panic.

Six Sentence Sunday (6/11/17)

“Had a bit of a revelation today,” Molly said, interrupting Sherlock’s train of thought as he gazed through the lenses of the microscope.

“I kept wondering and wondering…why I can’t manage to let you go,” she stated calmly, which naturally ended his interest in the sample he’d been studying and turned his stunned gaze to her instead.

“It’s awfully simple once I really thought about it; everything we’ve been through over the years and why my heart keeps coming back to you…over and over and over again,” she explained, her expression noticeably serene and strong.

Sherlock’s heart pounded, because in some way or another he could see what was coming and it frightened him a little to know that his world was about to be turned upside down. She must have seen that, because Molly gave him a smile of affection and understanding as she gently spoke the words of truth that Sherlock anticipated before they left her lips.

“It’s because you can’t let me go either.”

Warm As Wool

Prompt: 13 & 22

“You can borrow mine.”
“You’re warm.”

A/n: I’ve never tried writing for Jonathan or any Stranger Things character before so I’m open to any criticism or feedback you have!

Being good friends with the friendly neighborhood outcast was always an interesting time, even if you weren’t particularly well known in the student body either. Most of that being thanks to the fact that you spent almost all of your free time in the library, and when you weren’t there you could most likely be found at home, painting or tending to your plants.

But it wasn’t that people didn’t like you either, they just didn’t particularly know you very well, but the ones that did were incredibly fond of you. One of them being Steve Harrington. He was the closest you could call a friend among his own group, he was one of the few who didn’t constantly ask you for with history or english homework or if you knew the best possible way to grow roses for an upcoming anniversary.

That being said, Steve still wasn’t your only close friend, the other Jonathan Byers, the infamous outcast mentioned earlier. You’d had known him for over two years and in that time you two got to know and understand one another. He preferred to observe people from angle that was less warped by personal perspective, thus why he was constantly taking pictures, they only showed the truth about people.

And your reasons were a little less poetic. You just would rather spend your time with your books and plants as opposed to the usual pleasantries that was expected of the average teenager. The two of you had a mutual understanding of one another, and thus a friendship was formed.

Though as time passed, the lines  began to blur between companionship and deeper affection for Jonathan, though it wasn’t really a surprise for him. He’d never had someone in his life who understood him so well, apart from his brother but even then there were some things that made it seem you were the only one whom he could talk to of.

However, his shy and more reserved nature made it more of a problem to confront his feelings for you, so he instead preferred to admire from afar and keep it to himself until he had more confirmation about how you felt him.

And while he knew he was more obvious in his fondness for you, as his mother so kindly pointed out one day after you had left his house one day when you had come over as always until your parents would return from work.

“So have you told her yet?” Joyce asked him as she leaned against the kitchen counter.

Jonathan looked from the small pile of polaroids that he had in front of him. “I don’t know what you mean?”

Joyce held back the laugh and strolled over to the dining table and plucking one of the photos from it’s spot before Jonathan could move it away from her. She flipped it over and with a triumphant smiled she showed the photo to him, a candid of you pouring over a History textbook while your reading glasses slowly descended down the bridge of your nose.

“Are you sure about that?” Joyce mused.

Jonathan quickly felt the heat crawl up the back of his neck and it slowly made it’s way to his cheeks as he quickly took the photo from his mother and hiding it away from her. “It was a nice angle.” He mumbled quietly.

Enjoying the newfound embarrassment she was bringing to him. Joyce’s eyes swept across the other photo’s he was trying to hide with his arms. “Really? Is that why you took six of them?” She said with a profound amount of amusement in her tone, only meaning to tease him.

“Please don’t say anything?” He asked helplessly.

Joyce shook her head and crossed her heart. “Not a word.”


“Oh damn.” You said as you scavenged through your bag for your scarf, letting out an annoyed sigh once you realized it wasn’t there. “So much for that.”

“Here.” Jonathan said, taking off his own jacket and placing it on you. “You can borrow mine, I’m not that cold anyways.”

You laughed after he put it on. “No kidding, this is like an oven here.” You said looking over at him with a grin. “You know you’re pretty warm.”

Jonathan smiled and looked down at the gravel. “Yeah, Will tells me the same thing every time I let him wear it too.”

“How is he anyways? Still holding up fine?” You asked him curiously. You had only met Will a few times, anytime you were over at the Byers he was at the Wheeler’s. And during the whole ordeal whenever he was missing you were out of town, and you only received minimal details of what had happened. That being said you were extremely fond of the kid and he looked up to you because of your mutual love for science and art.

Jonathan looked sideways for a second, seeing the genuine look on your face made him feel all warm in his chest. “He’s doing fine, thanks.” He told you, looking up at meeting your eyes for a second before he looked shyly back at the ground. “You know I’ve been meaning to-”


Steve’s voice came calling from the front of the school doors and both you and Jonathan turned to find him coming out of the library doors and jogging up to where you were.

He pulled a bundle of bright red fabric from behind his back and shot you a wide smile. “You almost forgot this.” He said, handing it out for you.

“Oh thank you! I was just gonna get it from the lost and found tomorrow.” You told him, wrapping the scarf around your hands.

Steve shot you a wink and saluted. “Not a problem, I’m always here to help a damsel in distress.”

The two of you shared a laugh before you waved him off, turning to find Jonathan looking pointedly at the ground. “I didn’t know you were with Steve.”

You sighed, knowing the history the two of them had. “He wanted a little extra help with the English assignment and I offered him some help.”


You played with the ends of your scarf for a few seconds before walking up to him and wrapping it around his neck. “Don’t be cross with me, he’s just a friend.”

Jonathan’s eyes fixated themselves on the sudden color around his neck and he smiled. “I’m not mad.” He assured.

“Good! Now come on, I wanna go say hello to your mom.”

“Fine, I’m keeping the scarf though, I think the color suits me better.”

“Only if I can keep the jacket.”



so @picturefirelizards had this idea of Soldier 76’s weird tan line with Ana teasing him about it in gabe’s place and I’ve never given up an opportunity for angst!

I think he’d miss gabe, especially with all his old friends around him, his absence would be all the more obvious. 

anonymous asked:

Could you do an RFA + V and Saeran with an MC that thinks she's not good enough for them and that they should find someone else? And they're like heartbroken bc their love doesn't love themself and they wanna help? Sorry, I've been in a bit of a rough place and I kinda just want something cute and fluffy to feel a little better y'know?

Never before have I ever related to something so much


  • Yoosung had known ever since he’d first met you through the messenger that you were amazing
  • You always stuck up for him, you remembered him unlike everyone else, and you’d always made a point to call him every morning
  • THEN at the party, when Yoosung had arrived with a bandage over his eye, bleeding, and coughing you actually seemed worried for him
  • Of course Yoosung knew you were ‘The One’
  • It’d been exactly four months since you’d moved in together, and Yoosung is properly taking care of himself now.
  • He’s doing extremely better in school, eating healthier, sleeping properly, and even going so far as to exercise…occasionally….
  • That’s when he notices it, after the initial ‘Honey Moon’ phase of the relationship you begin acting differently
  • It’s not like you’re distancing yourself, but you keep putting yourself down any time the conversation turns on you
  • At first Yoosung thought you were just telling jokes but then he realizes that you say them too often for them to be taken as lightly as you try to make them
  • That night there was another party, this one being eight months in the making
  • The two of you had gone the whole nine yards, doing your best to look presentable
  • Maybe ten minutes before the two of you had to leave Yoosung saw this look of dejection on your face     
  • “MC, are you okay?”
  • “I don’t…I don’t get it.”
  • Yoosung’s heart shattered when he noticed you tearing up as you looked to the ground
  • “You’re too good for me, I can’t even compare to you. I don’t know how you put up with me.”
  • Now, every single shard of what was left of Yoosung’s heart stabbed into his skin
  • He couldn’t fathom how you’d think that you weren’t amazing
  • You could literally step on him and he wouldn’t care, because you are worth so much to him
  • He doesn’t know how to tell you all of this so he just embraces you, he stutters through his words as he’s trying to tell you how much you’re worth
  • From then on he does his best to stop every little joke you make and reassure you that you’re amazing


  • It had been late one night, Zen got home well after the two of you normally went to bed
  • He’d expected you to have gone to bed without him, leaving him to crawl in next to you
  • Instead he saw you pacing in the living room biting your nails
  • “MC are you okay?”
  • You jumped when you’d heard his voice, obviously having been stuck in your own world before he’d said anything
  • After a moment you nodded before continuing to bite your nail
  • “MC, please talk to me.”
  • As you wrapped your arms around yourself Zen was already reaching out to you, only to be greeted with your back to him
  • “I don’t know what I’m even thinking, convincing myself that you actually want to be in this relationship with me.”
  • The first thing Zen thinks is that you’re accusing him of cheating and his emotions flip, rendering him pissed
  • “-I mean, you’re so much better than me and yet you still do everything I ask. You practically wait on me hand and foot and I don’t deserve it, I don’t deserve you.”
  • Zen’s emotions did another flip, leaving him with whiplash
  • His heart broke, how could you ever think that you didn’t deserve him
  • He didn’t deserve you
  • You were everything Zen could’ve wished of and more
  • He goes on for more than three hours, holding you, telling you every little thing he loves about you
  • He always does his best to reassure you whenever he thinks you’re having especially bad days


  • The two of you were working in the coffee shop, figuring out a new recipe for Valentine’s Day which was coming closer and closer
  • It’d been maybe three hours and you’d finally figured out a new raspberry recipe and you were preparing to head home
  • Jaehee noticed you becoming increasingly more distant through the night, and at first she simply thought you were tired, it was pretty late
  • When the two of you got into bed that night instead of cuddling into her you had turned away, your back facing hers
  • Jaehee didn’t know if you were mad with her and she did want to ask but all of her words were lost when she noticed you shaking and sniffling
  • She slowly reached out to you, not knowing if you wanted to talk now or not
  • You jumped at her touch and then brushed her off before scooting away a bit more
  • “MC, are you alright?”
  • “Jaehee what do you even see in me?”
  • Everything in Jaehee’s mind went blank
  • She can see the stars in your eyes and every time you look at her it feels like the whole universe had been soaked into them and it’s just you and her alone in time and space
  • But how was she supposed to say that?
  • Instead, Jaehee stood up and crouched in front of you on the other side of the bed
  • “MC, I love you so much. I love you more than anything else in this world. Please know that.”
  • She isn’t the best with emotions, mostly because she was always focused on her work especially during her two years working under Jumin, but she tries to show you that she loves you more than anything and that you are worth everything and more


  • It’d taken so much time, 27 years exactly, for Jumin to really open up to anyone
  • Even then he was still learning how to come to you for things, he was so worried that he would say something and you would run away and he wouldn’t be able to get you back
  • The two of you were sitting on the balcony one night, watching as snow covered the city below
  • He noticed that you had slid yourself far enough away to where he could barely even rest an arm around you
  • He didn’t notice the way you began closing yourself off until that next morning when the two of you woke up together and you were silent all morning
  • “Sweetheart, is something wrong?”
  • You wrapped your arms around yourself and Jumin could feel the distance you were trying to put between the both of you
  • “You’re just, amazing okay? I don’t know how you even decided that you wanted to marry me, I’m nothing compared to you.”
  • Jumin didn’t know what to say, he wasn’t really sure how he was supposed to even comprehend this
  • Nothing compared to him?
  • He was nothing compared to you
  • “Please don’t say things like that, you are perfect in every way. I couldn’t imagine life without you.”
  • He pulled you in close to him and prayed that you received the message as he held you as tight as he could without crushing you


  • Even after the two of you had saved Saeran there were days where he would push you away
  • He would tell you how you were worthless to him and how he was much better off without you
  • Of course Saeran would always tell you he didn’t mean it and that Saeyoung is just an asshole
  • It still weighed on your shoulders though until one day it broke you
  • You already knew you weren’t enough for Seven and then he even told you that you weren’t and never could be
  • You had actually began packing your things, ready to leave and take yourself out of Seven’s hands
  • But nothing could go easily
  • Seven walked into your room, looking ready to collapse onto your bed, when he saw you packing your suitcase
  • “MC, what are you doing?”
  • He automatically looked wide awake and you turned back to your things trying to hurry up the process
  • “I’m leaving; I know you don’t want me around anymore now that you have Saeran back. So I was going to spare you the time to tell me to leave.”
  • “What?! No!”
  • He basically fell as he rushed over to you tossing your suitcase across the room and grabbed you by your shoulders
  • “MC if you leave I will have nothing.”
  • “Saeran-“
  • “Saeran will leave to follow you, we both know he likes you more than me. Please don’t leave me.”
  • He kissed your forehead and wiped away your tears, “before you came into my life I was constantly depressed and I was ready to die. The only reason I didn’t was because I needed to save Saeran. Now I have you and you make me so happy, please don’t do this.”


  • You knew V was in a very long standing relationship with Rika
  • That was common knowledge to everyone
  • Now, you knew that Rika was toxic to V, but she was his sun and all you could think was that you’d never be able to match up to her in his eyes
  • Haha in his eyes V’s blind
  • The two of you were sitting on the couch, you were watching a movie and V was doing his best
  • You didn’t even know when it had started then, but you were thinking about what V would’ve done with Rika, how he’d probably had a much better time with her
  • As you were lying on top of him V could feel your body tense up
  • Immediately he began rubbing your arms trying to soothe you and rested his forehead against the top of your head
  • “What’s wrong?”
  • At first you shook your head and tried to refocus on the movie but V kept pushing it
  • “I’m just scared that I’ll never match up to Rika for you.”
  • V actually laughed
  • “MC, now that I’m with you and out of that relationship I know that she was manipulative; I mean, she blinded me MC. She threw acid in my eyes.”
  • He reached down and grabbed your hand, stroking it with his thumb
  • “You are so much more to me than Rika ever was, I love you so much. I’m never going to let anything happen to you.”


  • This boy had been destroyed by the people who he loved ever since he was born.
  • Even Seven had left him after some time and then his entire life crumbled and became worse than it had already been
  • You though, you were something else
  • You loved him for reasons unbeknownst to him and you were always there
  • No matter what he said or did you stood by him, you always defended him
  • Saeran wasn’t perfect though, like his brother he pushed you away but he was even worse. He knew exactly what to say to get under your skin
  • “You think I need you to help me? I would gladly throw you under a bus.”
  • Obviously kiddo didn’t mean that and that was just his way of protecting himself until he got too attached to you because he knew you were going to realize you deserved so much better
  • So he wouldn’t necessarily apologize but he would hug you and mumble in your ear about how great you were to try and counter act everything he said
  • It was the middle of the day, Saeran was in another one of his moods
  • “You’re so worthless I don’t know why I even keep you around.”
  • Normally you would laugh him off but this time you just stared at him, almost as though you were in another world
  • “You’re right.”
  • That left Saeran speechless
  • “What?”
  • And then you went off on this tangent about all the things that make you less than what Saeran deserves and he’s shaking by the time you’re done
  • “MC, please, you’re, you-“
  • He couldn’t even word anything coherently to prove to you that you were worth so much more than him.
  • He just grabbed one of your hands and tried to mentally tell you that he loved you more than anything
I don't have claws, or glowing eyes or super senses. 
I just have voices in my head.

”Western culture is not the benchmark of progress.”

–Amitabh Bachchan, Piku

Bollywood Nancy Drew: Deepika Padukone as Leena Patel

(inspired by the amazing Desi Nancy Drew set by @patrickdowsett)

Maybe this makes me a bad film and/or comic book fan but I honestly can’t get imagine ever being so emotional or angry about a film you don’t like that you mock and insult the person behind Them when They suffer a real-life tragedy.

Ways to say I love you (Philkas Edition)
  • Ily: I love you
  • Ilysm: I love you so much
  • Imya: i mean, you're amazing
  • Ifyft: I fixed your flat tire
  • Bykily: because you know I like you
  • Ityhtrtb: I'll teach you how to ride the bike
  • Bilyi: because I like you, idiot
  • Yltpr?: you like taking pictures right?
  • Lpohtwidih: liking Philip out here the way I do, it's hard
  • Twgtya: they were gonna take you away
  • Ybnlt: you better not leave tivoli
  • Dysh?: does your stomach hurt?
  • Ificw: it's fine, I can walk
  • Ilteenty: I lie to everyone else, not to you
  • Idwag: I don’t want a girlfriend
  • Imuap: I made us a playlist
  • Uo?my!: u okay? Miss you!
  • Irh: I'm right here
  • Pwu: please wake up
  • Wp?: where's Philip?
  • Iwatywgwu: I was afraid that you weren't gonna wake up
  • Ihdltbarowy: I've had dreams like that before about riding off with you
  • Arbc: all right, be careful
  • Iwwcjhhf: I wish we could just hang here forever
  • Rlingwy: right, like I'm not going with you
  • Omgyai: oh my god you're an idiot
  • Mbigyl: maybe, but it got you laughing