I saw one of those “Draw your OTP” meme and… I couldn’t… resist… I just want them to get married and be happy ever after okay? Okay. Let my boys be happy. 

Also, sorry for fucking up Hanzo’s traditional clothes IT’S 3 AM IN THE MORNING I SHOULD GO TO SLEEP NOW I DID THIS IN A RUSH.

Genji you better run for your life because Hanzo is considering fratricide again.

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Author’s note: PART NSFW I’ve been studying all day & I finally finished :’) the last HC I wrote was so rushed omg || I LOVE SEVEN AND YOOSUNG AHHHHH

Yoosung & Seven


  • your house IS A WAR ZONE
  • there’s sugar in the salt shaker
  • clear plastic wrap over the toilet
  • you had to throw away ALL of your cans of shaving cream
  • once you came home to Yoosung crying and hugging an empty gallon of milk 
  • “…Yoosung, what’s wrong?”
  • “I-I accidentally drank some of Seven’s milk this morning… I tried to apologize, but he said I had to finish ALL of it, or else he would be mad at me forever!”
  • Please don’t tell me you drank a whole gallon of milk.”
  • “I HAD TO!”
  • “What’s wrong? … Oh, did you talk to Yoosung?”
  • You nodded and crossed your arms
  • “Well, he really shouldn’t be crying over something so… UDDERly pathetic.”
  • “Get out.”
  • “Hey now, don’t have a cow.”
  • the three of you have a group chat and it’s FILLED with memes
  • the computer room is the heart of the house ♥ the three of you will spend HOURS on LOLOL
  • Seven throws things at you and Yoosung to and distract you
  • you have to sleep in the middle because both boys want maximum cuddles


  • sooooo much FOREPLAY
  • Yoosung literally always cums first he GETS SO TURNED ON BY YOU AND SEVEN 
  • prepare yourself for a mixture of Seven’s dirty mouth and Yoosung’s sweet whispers
  • Seven’s always been an ass man, which works out because Yoosung will fondled the hell out of your boobs
  • When you give Yoosung oral Seven will always get hella jealous and just GO DOWN ON YOU LIKE CRAZY

I love Iris West for all her positive qualities, but I love her less than positive ones, too.

I love how she didn’t know what to do with her life and career because she gave up her passion to avoid confrontation with her dad. As someone who internalizes and represses negative emotions, I relate to that majorly. 

I love how she doesn’t take things seriously, like journalism, until they affect her personally and change her worldview… Causing her to dive in headfirst before anyone is willing to take her seriously.

I love how she rushes into danger without a plan, and has to formulate one on the spot. Which sometimes means calling up a superhero friend to get her the hell out of the situation she’s in, lol.

I love that she can be so observant when it comes to situations outside her personal sphere, but blinds herself to the most obvious stuff solely because she expects that everyone will be as honest as she is. Except, of course, when she hides things for months because she doesn’t know how to process them.

I love how she tries so hard to keep everyone happy and make everyone feel like they have a place in her life… Which leads to quite the opposite, actually. There was a silent tug-of-war between Barry and Eddie all of the first season, because she she refused to admit feelings she had but also refused to change how close she was to her best friend. Which is totally her right, but it did cause pain when she meant to do the opposite, and I love that about her because that’s my life.

Finally, I love how she forgives and forgives and forgives without a second thought… Until she can’t anymore. Again, it all goes back to Iris being such an internal character. She sometimes explodes at inappropriate times - like group dinner dates or while her dad is kidnapped by a psychic gorilla - because she has let the hurt simmer too long. And then because she can’t stand to be the one in conflict or to keep causing pain when the pressure it on, she forgives and forgets without resolving the core issue. When Eddie is in trouble, she lets him get away with lying about his relationship to the Flash in order to have him back. And when the unity of the team is at stake because Barry changed their entire lives, she gives up her anger at her father and forgives him without even reminding him to stop fucking lying to her… In order to lead by example, and because as usual she puts everyone else above herself. That frustrates me so much, and I love her for it.

Fiona the con artist, Rhys the Company Man © Tales from the Borderlands, Telltale Games, 2K Games

If you’re gonna let me down, let me down gently
Don’t pretend that you don’t want me
Our love ain’t water under the bridge
If you’re gonna let me down, let me down gently (x)

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Welcome Back, Riley │ Part 15

Riley disappears the day after her high school graduation, five years ago. She didn’t keep in contact with anyone, but her family. What happens when she comes back to New York for a week? What happens when she comes face to face with the friends she left behind? When she left, she never made plans to look back at the life she left. She left it behind for a reason, but sometimes the past has a hard time staying there.

 part1 part2part3 part4 part5part6part7part8 │ part9 │ part10 │ part11part12 part13 part14

I’m sorry about the long wait. I hope it’s good, I kind of rushed it. 

On Monday, once I get home it started to pour and Auggie refused to leave. Why he hates the rain is something I will never understand, so instead of doing something, we stay at home, dry, and order a couple of movies off of pay per view and order in some food. This was something we always use to do when I was in New York. We joke and laugh and talk. We talked about Ava and he tried talk about Lucas and I, but I derailed the conversation. He only mentioned him because my phone kept going off with calls or text for him that I ignored. I ignored my phone all together. By the end of the night we were both exhausted.

On Tuesday, Auggie and I both spelt in a little longer. I was the one who went to go jump on him to wake him up. Once we were both up and ready, we leave to start our day. I show him two important places of mine. First, was the café where Auggie met Michael, Jessica and Nathan. Michael and Jessica both took a liking to Auggie and vice versa. Nathan and Auggie talked amongst themselves about Nathan’s football game next week and the cheerleader who has his heart, so Auggie gave him some relationship advice.

The second place, is Hope. When we first got there, he didn’t get out of the car. I knew he would feel uncomfortable, so I told him to stay in the car. I went to go talk to her, and as I was standing looking down Auggie comes and puts his arm around my shoulder. He asked if he could have a moment, so I gave him to him. I watched from the distance as his lips moved and my heart felt warm. I wish I knew what he said, but that is something between the two of them.

When we leave, I told him he could drive and to wherever he chooses. He picked the one place I didn’t want him to. The space needle. We go there every single time he comes, and each time I never go up. I hate heights, but Auggie loves it.

He forced me out of the car and pleaded with me to go up. That takes about ten minutes, but he was able to finally get me on the elevator to go up. I was a nervous wreck the whole way up, but Auggie tried his best to keep my distracted. Even though, I made it up, I counted the seconds until I was back on the ground. I felt like the structure was swaying. I didn’t let Auggie know how scared I was because I saw how much he loved it. He took picture after picture with his phone.

We spent hours up there. When we finally came down, Auggie apologized for making me go up. He had nothing to apologize for. I don’t think I would do that again though.

Today, I wake up a little earlier than normal. I roll over and reach for my phone and once again Lucas is bombarding my phone. One text is particular catches my eye.



Great! I wonder how much Farkle can take before he gives into the wrath of Lucas. I’m just praying he doesn’t go Texas Lucas. Who am I kidding? He just might. I need to talk to Farkle.


Farkle! I shout. Lucas knows you know!

I know. He says mildly annoyed. I didn’t tell him, so don’t worry.

Thank you.

You should tell him though. I scoff. Listen to me. He is hanging on by a thread Riley. He’s getting mad because he feels like he is so close to being with you, but at the same time so far away. If you really want to be with him, you need to act on it. I understand you have to resolve feelings about yourself first, but I really think he can help you with that. Just let him try.

Farkle, can you do me a favor? If I try to do it myself, I’ll just back out at the last minute.

Anything. What is it?

Before I can answer, Auggie barges through my door. “Goodmorning!” he woke up in a good mood. I look over, and he’s already dressed for the day. “What’s on the agenda for today?”

Tell Auggie I said hi. Farkle laughs.

“Farkle says hi,” I relay the message.

“Sup Farkle,” Auggie yells. “I’ll be down stairs eating some cereal,” he says closing the door behind him.

I’ll email you what I need you to do. Thank you so much! I’ll talk to you soon okay.

One last thing, talk to Maya. She said she hasn’t talked to you since Friday, and she has some news she wants to share with you before she tells the rest of us.

I’ll call her and tell Lucas not to give up please. You’ll find out soon why. Bye Farkle.

Bye Riley.

After I get on my phone, I open my email and type on the details out of what I need Farkle to do for me. I reread twice and I have to force myself to send it. I toss my phone on my bed, and lock myself in my bathroom to get ready for the day.

After about half an hour, I’m finally ready for the day. I move to grab my phone and as I walk towards to door, the light on my phone flashes on. I stop and look down to see Lucas’ name.


I guess I’ll be seeing you soon. At least that’s what Farkle told me. I hope it’s true.


It is.


You texted back? Well, I can’t wait to see you!

I don’t text back. I close my bedroom door behind me and down the hall and towards the stairs. I’m halfway down the stair, when I feel my phone vibrate in my hand.


In case I don’t hear from you the rest of the day, I love you Riley Matthews. Always have and always will.

I can’t help the smile that grows on my face and the butterflies awake in my stomach. I stare at my phone rereading the text as I finish the rest of the steps.

“Who’s the reason behind that smile?” Auggie voice startles me, and I trip over my own feet. I quickly shove my phone in my pocket.

“No one.”

He scoffs, “Okay. Well, when you decide to text Lucas back tell him I say hi.” He starts to laugh.

His laugh starts to fade along with the smile, “Riley, can I talk to you about something?”

“Of course,” I say plopping myself next to him on the couch. I see nervousness wash over his face. “Hey whatever it is, you can talk to me.”

He takes a deep breath, “I’ve always been kind of mad at you for dropping out of college,” my eyes lock on his, but he quickly looks away. “You don’t know the kind of pressure mom started to put on me once you told her what you did. It was like she expected me to be the child you were supposed to be.”

I open my mouth, but he doesn’t let me talk. “She talks about me going to college to become a law like her or even a doctor. School is hard for me. I would drown in law or medical school, but she doesn’t seem to understand that. I mean I barely manage getting b’s now in high school.”

Our matching brown eyes lock, and he is wearing a stern look. “I need you to help me tell mom that I want to go to NYU and study photography.” A smile slowly creeps to his face, “It’s something I’m really good at, at least that’s what my photography teacher says. He submitted some of my pictures into a contest and the winner gets a five-thousand-dollar scholarship,” his face is beaming with joy. “I don’t think I have a chance, but for my teacher to think I have a chance means a lot.”

“I love it. Learning about so many different photographers and their techniques. It’s amazing. I want to learn more. Riley, I need to learn more, so I really need your help with mom.” Now I know what my dad meant when he said that I found my calling because I think Auggie just did.

“I’m there for you. When do you want to tell her? They come in late tonight.”

He shakes his head, “I don’t want to ruin Thanksgiving, but before we leave I want to tell her.”

“Well whenever you choose to, I’m there.” He nods his head. “Hey Aug,” he looks at me. “How did you get into photography?”

He looks at me, “Well, when you left I really missed you. I mean you barely called at all in the beginning, I understand why now because of everything that happened,” his eyes stay locked on me studying my face, but I just signal him to continue. “I spent a lot of time in your room because sometimes it felt like you were still in New York, and you were just hanging out with you friends or something and you’d be home any minute.”

Without thinking, I reach over to grab his hand. “Auggie I’m sorry. I was, I am kind of a horrible sister.”

“Are you kidding me? You’re the best sister anyone could ask for! Yeah the first year in a half or so sucked with only getting a five-minute phone call twice a month, but that doesn’t dismiss everything else you’ve done for me. Like when I was eleven, and I had my tonsils removed the day before Halloween. I was so mad that I was going to miss out on all the sugary goodness, but I didn’t because of you. While I was stuck in bed, you were out trick or treating for hours for me. The best part was I didn’t miss a single second of it because the whole time we were facetiming.”

He smiles, “When you got home, you showed me the pillow case that was more than half way full. You were apologizing for not getting enough, but all I thought about was how I had the best sister in the world. That’s only one of the millions of things you’ve done for me. I’m really lucky to call you my sister.”

My eyes start to water with happy tears, “Awww Auggie!” I waste no time engulfing him into my embrace. After a minute, we let go. “You’re a pretty amazing little brother, the best.”

He laughs, “Okay, enough with all this mushy stuff back to your question. Well I kept going into your room every once in a while, and I don’t know why but the camera Uncle Shawn gave to you always caught my attention. One day, I took it out.” I’m about to same something, but he beats me to it. “I know I know I should have asked. I’m sorry. Anyways, I started taking pictures of everything and anything. Some of them came out pretty cool, actually really cool. I still didn’t know what exactly I was doing, so Uncle Shawn taught me. He showed me how to focus a camera, using the right light and right angle.”

I saw excitement and passion written all over his face as he talked about it. This is what he really wants, and I’m going to do everything I can for him to get that.

“I know it’s your camera, but-“

I cut him off, “No, you have it. I love that Uncle Shawn gave it to me, but I never used it. Maybe a few times, but I capture an image by using my words.”

His eyes go wide, “I can really have it?” I nod. “Thank you!” he wraps his arms around me. “I actually brought it with me. I can go grab it, and we can leave.”

He runs the stairs, “I’ll be waiting the car then.” I shout after him.  

As I wait for him in the car, I pull out my phone to text Maya.


Farkle said you needed to talk to me.

I press send and wait for a response, but not even a minute later she’s calling.

Riles, I’m pregnant! I can hear the joy in her voice.


So, we moved the wedding up a little.

How much is a little?

In two weeks. She laughs

My eyes go wide. That isn’t a little bit Maya.

I don’t want to wait any longer. I want to be married to Zay. We are going to start a family. I do have one thing to ask you. I see Auggie coming out of the house. I want you up there next me, and I know we aren’t exactly past everything yet. I don’t want to look back and regret not having you there where you were supposed to me.

Auggie gets in the car. Can we talk about this later? I was actually on my way out with Auggie. I’ll call you later.

Uh okay. Bye.

Bye Maya.

Auggie looks at me, and I shake my head. “It’s nothing. So where are we going?”

He shrugs his shoulders, “Wherever you want. As long as I can take pictures of something.”

“Soo, you wouldn’t mind if I stopped by work,” Auggie rolls his eyes. “Oh come on. I won’t be long. I just want to check on everything, and there is stuff for you to do that’s around the building. I’m sure you can find something to take pictures of.”

“Fine,” he huffs.

I can tell he is irritated. I promised him no more work after I had to make a quick detour on the way home from the cemetery Monday and took longer than twenty minutes to get home. But something has been on my mind since the seeing Farkle.

Once I park on the street, Auggie gets out of the car and starts to walk away. But I call after him.

“Auggie!” he turns around.


“I’ll only be ten minutes I promise. If I’m any longer, you can go in there and drag me out.” I smile at him, and he tries to hide he’s smile.

“Ten minutes and I’m come get you.” I nod, and he turns on his heels to walk away. I do the say heading the opposite direction.

Everyone is sitting down on their laptops when I enter, but the turn the attention to me when they hear the door. Evan is by my side in a second, and now knowing who he is I feel guilty and a little more uneasy than I usually feel around him. The rest of my employees wave over hi, but the stay focus.

“Evan can I talk to you?” A smile grows on his face.

I start to walk to my office, and he follows on my heels. Once we are alone, I waste no time in asking questions.

“Why didn’t you tell me who you were?”

His eyes go wide as a smile spreads on his lips, “I’m guessing Farkle told you who I am.”

I nod, “Why didn’t you? I came back in Monday looking for you after I found out, but you were already gone. Did you know who I was? I mean obviously you did, you remembered Farkle.”

He lets out a light laugh, “At first I didn’t recognize you at all actually, I mean you did look familiar but I couldn’t put my finger on it. I think it was like a week after you had hired me, I decided to finally read some of your post on the website. In one of them, you talk about a dream you had. It was about being back at the ski lodge with someone sitting at the bay window, and he pulls a red little box out. You said he was recreating a moment, but this time it was a ring.”

He smiles, “I wondered why I was about to see it so clearly. I thought maybe it was the way you put an immense amount of detail, but that wasn’t it. It was the fact that I there when the first moment was created, and that’s when I remembered who you were.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

He takes a deep breath, “I kept reading, and you mentioned more than once wanting to leave behind your old life and move forward. That the only people you wanted from that life was your family. I didn’t say anything because I was a part of that life, and you what if you didn’t want me around because I was a reminder.”

“You could have told me, I wouldn’t have-“ I stop myself. “Okay I might have told you it wasn’t going to work out. I’m sorry.” I smile. “How did you end up here in Seattle?”

“My mom wanted a fresh start my sophomore year. Once I graduated, I was going to back but never did. This place grew on me, kind of became home.” It kind of reminded me Lucas.

“Didn’t you want to be a uh, what was it again?” I ask.

“A Sherpa.”

I smile, “Yeah that.”

“I’m still young.”

My phone starts to vibrate in my pocket, and I try to ignore it but it doesn’t stop. I pull it out, “Sorry.” I say looking at Evan.

“It’s okay.”

I see I have multiple text messages from Lucas.


It finally hit me that I’m finally going to see you. That I’m going to know where you are.

Do you know how happy I am?

You’re beautiful Riley Matthews.

I’m going to do whatever I can to make you mine again. I love you.

As I read the texts, I can feel my cheeks hurt a little because of the smile that took over my face. I really do want to be with him, but we do need to finish talking some issues out.

“I’ve been around for three years, and you’ve never smiled like that before.” His voice pulls me back of my Lucas daze. “Well I have once. That weekend at the ski lodge with-“ he searches his mind for the name.

“When I was with Lucas.” I finish for him.

“Yeah him. You left to New York for that week and you came back happier. I’m betting he had something to do with it.” I don’t say anything. “I’m also betting he was the one that was on the phone that one day I came into your office.”

I nod, “He was.”

“Riley, I don’t really know what happened between the two of you, but if I remember correctly, I saw the look I told you about all those years ago.” I cock my head to the side in confusion. “He opened possibilities for you that you didn’t think was possible. Whether he gave you confidence to believe that, or it was something else. It doesn’t change the fact that he was the cause behind it. You loved him then and you still do now.” He lets out a sigh, “What I’m trying to say if whatever happened between you to is fixable. Fix it.”

“Thank you Evan.”

“For what?” he looks confused.

“For saying everything that you just said. I just didn’t expect you to be the one to tell me anything regarding me being with someone else, since you-“ I stop myself.

“Since I’ve been pining after you for a while now.” I nod. “You’re amazing Riley, and you deserve to be happy. I haven’t known you since I was little, but I see you push anyone away if they get too close.”

I scoff, “how would you know that?”

“I observe things about me and you happen to be one of those.” He looks at me, “That sounds creepy, what I’m trying to say it allow yourself to be happy. Stop blaming yourself for what happened with your daughter.” My eyes go wide. “You share a lot about yourself when you know people don’t know it’s you.”

He starts to move to the door to leave “Evan,” I say as he reaches for the door. “Really thank you.”

He smiles, “Anytime.”

I walk out of my office right after him and tell everyone goodbye. Once I’m outside, I can see Auggie in the distance walking towards me. My ten minutes must have been up. He sees me moving towards him, but something catches his eye and he captures it in a picture.

My phone starts to vibrate. I expect to see another message from Lucas, but it isn’t.


Please don’t wait too long to be happy.

I stare at my phone and read the message. Farkle did say earlier that Lucas was hanging on by a thread, and if I lose him because I waited I’d hate myself even more. I won’t ruin my plan though. I just need him to know to keep holding on, but from me.

I click on Lucas’ name and put the phone to my ear and hear listen to the ring, but he doesn’t answer.

I’m sorry I couldn’t get to the phone. I was probably saving an animal or coming up with a master plan to get Riley back. If this is Riley, well than I love you. Beep.

My heart starts to flutter. He is amazing.

That is some voicemail you have there. I laugh. I just I wanted to call and tell you not to give up on me please. I pause and I can feel my heart beat fasten. And one last thing, I love you too, Lucas.


We grew up together, went to school together, and practiced dancing together for years before we debuted, spending sleepless nights working together in the dance studio. I’ve come to rely on you more than anyone - no matter what scandals we go through, who we lose, you were always there for me to lean on and I was there for you. I don’t remember when you grew taller than me, when I started seeing you as more than one of the best friends I’ve ever had. I know we don’t share a room anymore or see each other as often, but somehow you still slip into bed next to me on the nights when I need you most. You rushed to me when something good happened so you could share it and you held my hand all the way to the hospital when I got hurt. You make me want more than I should. You make me think of things I shouldn’t when I see you dancing. I imagine your perfect ass against me or rolling your hips against mine like you do on stage. I want to feel your sweet lips pressed to mine when you crawl into my bed at night.

- Admin J

Hi everyone,

Since I’ve been out all day and just got home, I’m electing to post two Inktobers tomorrow and none tonight. While I have the pencilwork for tonight’s piece finished, it would take at least 2-3 more hours to complete and I’d rather not rush it. So, today’s and tomorrow’s Inktober pieces will both be posted tomorrow. Thank you for understanding.

paint me the world— juliett


scarlett couldn’t keep her eyes off of julie. her soft skin had speckles of pale blue paint, which perfectly matched the ribbons tied around her wavy pigtails. the way her dark eyes sparkled in the soft morning light made scar’s heart skip a beat. she tucked her amber curls behind her ear, drawing in a deep breath as she made her way across the room to where julie was creating yet another masterpiece.
“hey jules, whatcha painting?” scarlett’s voice was as soft as julie’s cashmere sweater.
“just some scenery from my uncle’s house.”
no matter how many times scarlett saw julie paint, she was still in awe. the trees seemed to sway, the clouds seemed to drift, and the lake seemed to shine. it looked alive.
“i was wondering, after school, maybe, you could help me with an art assignment?” scarlett had a way with words that could make anyone drop to their knees, especially julie.
“sure. what do you need to paint?”
“a…” scarlett had to come up with something. something good. “goddess. a greek goddess.”
“oo, mythology. ill bring some refs,” julie replied warmly.
“thank you!” scarlett exclaimed. she wrapped her arms around julie’s waist as the bell rang. quickly, she slung her bag over her shoulder, and hurried off to class.

“so, you gotta start off with basic shapes.”
“shapes. got it.”
scarlett tried to copy the way julie’s hand glided across the canvas, but she could barely focus on the drawing. julie was too beautiful, too distracting.
“now, make sure the shoulders are proportionate– scarlett, are you even listening?”
“y-yeah,” scarlett fibbed.
“okay…” julie was clearly not convinced. “you’ve gotta make sure the hair looks real, not blocky.”
“well, how do i do that?”
“like– here, let me help you.”
julie guided scarlett’s hand. scarlett could’ve sworn that her heart was about to burst out of her chest. scarlett glanced at julie, who was staring right at her.
they were so close.
if only they were closer.
julie smelled like cherries. she wore peach chapstick. her lips parted slightly after speaking. all things scarlett shouldn’t be noticing, no matter how close they were.
julie seemed to get closer, and closer, until it happened.
julie’s lips tasted faintly like sugar, and very much like peaches. julie’s hands traced scarlett’s spine, and scarlett’s hands held on to julie’s shoulders. the universe seemed to freeze, as if the only sound was them and their lips.