im normal its ok

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you guys are wonderful and inspired me to post more bare-faced selfies!!

here’s to my big nose, fuzzy unkempt eyebrows and uneven jaw.

i’d love to see some bare-faced selfies from you guys if you feel like posting them. tag me!

Colored version of @glowdroid‘s Fantasy AU Lance (x

Probably one of my fave AUs right now. You should also check out their fic Claim a Warrior’s Heart on Ao3!!

DID SOMEBODY CALL FOR NICE ART

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Props to the RWBY team for darkening Blake’s skin. It’s slight enough that it’s not like “Whoa! Sudden race change!” But it’s nice, considering how many fans headcanon her with darker skin.

As the show continues, it’s nice to see more skin variation all throughout, since, y’know, not everyone is the same exact shade of #ffeee0.

Especially with Blake being one of the four main girls. I don’t think many series would make that decision, and I’m proud of the crwby.

{ I want you a lot }

title: coming home

prompt: A is scheduled home from overseas. B goes and waits for A in the airport, where there are other couples and families rejoicing/crying over their loved ones. B doesn’t see A right away and starts to worry. After a few hours with no sight of A, B breaks down and starts sobbing. A then appears and runs over to B, wrapping them in a hug. (Bonus: Whispering ‘I got on the wrong plane.’)

pairing: gruvia/gray x juvia

type: one-shot, modern!au

rating: k+

author’s note: looks like all i can write is au ig lmao. IM SORRY THE ENDING IS SO STUPID AND CRINGEY I HAD NO IDEA HOW TO END THIS OMG. wow ok after reading this i realized if gray was in the service his hair would be buzzed but i wrote it as like its normal length?? sry im stupid ok enjo!(-:

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Airport’s are always a busy place. There’s so much hustling and bustling going on with people rushing to their flights and all the families that come and go for vacations. But Juvia felt like everything was happening in so motion.

She stood, anxiously waiting at the departure gate. She was waiting for her boyfriend of three years, Gray, to return from Afghanistan. He was stationed there for about 9 months now, and she finally got the notice that he would be returning home,

The wave of relief that washed over her was unforgettable. Gray always tried his best to write to Juvia, but she understood he wouldn’t always be in the best place to be writing letters. The last letter she got from him was three weeks ago, and it was the one that said he would be coming home. He said he would stay and fight for just a short while longer, but would get home as soon as possible.

So now, here she was, waiting not-so-patiently for Gray to return. She hoped she was at the right gate and there at the right time. His last letter giving his flight information was nearly a month old.

Juvia looked out of the window and saw a plane just landed and it was right on time with Gray’s letter–it had to be his. She straightened her posture and looked at her reflection in the window to tweak at her hair. In her hands, she held a bouquet of flowers, and she fixed them a bit too. Of course, she knew Gray wasn’t much of a present guy– let alone a flower guy, but she wanted to have something to give him as soon as she saw him. She also had dinner reservations that night at his favorite restaurant.

She snapped out of her thoughts when she started to see people that just exited the plane walk into the airport. Her eyes widened when she spotted a man in uniform, but it wasn’t Gray. Behind her, she heard someone start to squeal.

Just as Juvia turned, a girl about her age quickly brushed by her and ran into the arms of the man in uniform. He had only a moment to drop his bags before she was practically on top of him. Juvia smiled at the scene. She imagined her reunion with Gray going something like that, and it just made her more eager to see him.

More soldiers continued to progressively file out, and more people were there to greet them with presents and affection. Each time, Juvia’s smile grew sadder and sadder. At that point, it had been ten minutes and she saw nearly a dozen soldiers, but no Gray.

“Tom, where’s Daniel?” Juvia turned her head and saw a girl, just a bit younger than her, talking to a soldier. The two looked very similar, so she assumed they were brother and sister. The man gave her a somber look.

“Tom?” The girl asked again. Juvia could see the hope flooding out of her eyes in the form of tears.

“Gabby- he…” The man looked to the floor, almost unable to look at the girl. The girl instantly knew what he meant.

“N-no…” The girl looked like she was shivering. “I just got a letter from you guys– just a few weeks ago. You said you were coming home– both of you.” Juvia felt nauseous at the mention of the letter. It sounded painfully similar to her situation.

“Our big brother fought hard, Gab.” Juvia saw a tear slip from the man’s eye and hit the floor. She felt her heart clench in her chest.

Juvia couldn’t watch any longer. She turned away when she saw the siblings break down into sobs. Suddenly, the whole world completely stopped around her. Her mind automatically started to think about the worst case scenario. She quickly shook the thoughts out of her head. Gray was strong, he wouldn’t die. Especially since he promised her he would be back. She had to stay optimistic.

Ten more minutes passed, then another ten, then before she knew, she had been waiting for a little over an hour. There was almost no one around that section at that point. She looked at her phone and saw it was 9:00. At this rate, they were going to miss their dinner reservation.

She stayed slumped in her seat as she watched a few people pass her section of the airport every now and then. People were coming and going. When one person passed by, they passed by a few minutes later laughing with their friends or family. Reality was beginning to really sink in.

Gray wasn’t coming home.

That single thought made her break down completely. She let the flowers in her hands drop to the floor so she could bury her face in them. “This can’t be happening.” She thought to herself as she blocked out all other sounds around her. She didn’t care if others saw her like this–she was broken.

The sound of pounding footsteps made her break out of her trance. Someone was running, and the sound was getting louder. Closer. She slightly lifted her head and peered out. There was a man in a uniform running towards her.

Her tears were clouding her vision, but she could make out some of the man’s features. He was about 6″0 and had pitch black hair. One hand was on his head which was holding his hat while the other one held onto his bags. As he got closer, she could make out sharp, dark eyes. “Could it be–? It is.” She finally decided.

“Juvia!” The man called out to her.

“Gray-sama..?” She didn’t even realize she was slowly standing up as the figure got closer. As soon as those familiar eyes met hers, she had no doubts.

It really was him.

“Gray-sama!” She shouted. Her feet began to move on their own as she charged at him. She only ran for a little bit before he was right in front of her. She didn’t even stop running as she threw herself onto him. The impact from her embrace caused him to stumble back, and his cap fell off.

“Juvia…” Gray was out of breath. “…Hey.” He said in between his uneven breaths. He found himself dropping his bag and using his free arms to wrap around her waist.

Juvia couldn’t manage to speak. She tried her best to silence her loud sobs by burying her face in Gray’s neck as she stood on her toes. She ran her fingers through his coarse hair and grasped on.

A part of her wanted to ask Gray why he was running or why he was so late. She wanted to scold him for causing her to worry so much, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. She held onto him as tightly as she could, almost to insure he would never leave again. He was there. He was really there with her. Alive.

“Juvia–” She finally spoke, but her face never left the comfort of his being. “Juvia thought you weren’t coming home. Juvia thought– I thought–” She paused before actually uttering those awful words. “I thought you were dead.”

“I’m sorry.” His stoic voice gave her such a familiar, warm feeling. “I got on the wrong plane.” He whispered.

Juvia couldn’t help but laugh. She felt so silly. All this worrying for nothing. She would’ve been lying if she said she wasn’t the slightest irritated, but she really couldn’t complain. Not when she had Gray back.

She finally pulled away and wiped her sticky face. “You had me so worried.”

“I know. I’m sorry.” He reached up and held her face in his big hand. He used his thumb to wipe away the tear remnants that were still on her cheeks. She smiled and felt her head motion into his palm.

The sight of her smile made Gray do exactly the same. His hand wandered into the sea of Juvia’s thick, blue hair. Her tropical scent suddenly filled his nose, and he never felt more at home. Tears began to sting his eyes a bit.

“God, I missed you.” He said as he pulled her back in to a hug. His arms were wrapped tightly around her as one of his hands entangled itself in her hair.

“Juvia missed you too.” This time, her face was pressed against his chest. “I’m so glad you’re okay.” She said in a whisper, but Gray still heard. He placed a kiss on the top of her head.

“Hey, I promised I would come back, didn’t I?”

“You did. Juvia’s sorry for doubting you.” She smiled.

“We should get going.” Juvia abruptly said and pulled herself out of Gray’s arms.

“Why are you in a hurry? You got a hot date?” Gray sarcastically said with a smirk.

“No.” Juvia laughed. “But we do have a dinner reservation that we almost missed thanks to a certain someone getting on the wrong plane.” She teased as she bent down to pick up one of his bags.

“Hey, those flight schedules are hard to read.” He defended as he followed Juvia’s actions and picked up one of the bags.

“If you say so.” She chuckled. Gray and Juvia began to exit the airport. She completely forgot about the flowers.

Not that it really mattered. Juvia had a little present for Gray for when they got home that night. And it was much better than flowers.

Week #01 - Favourite Canon Moment

- Merlin?

- Shut up?

- You guessed it.

“Honey, I’m home!” Alaska’s bright voice echoed round the house as she walked through the door, calling out to nobody in particular. After having one too many shots of Vodka on the plane the alcohol in her system made the easy task of pulling her heavy suitcase through the door much more difficult and the brunette stood tugging at it for awhile, trying her best to lift it up from the ground and into the house; once she did finally manage to pull it in, she found herself stumbling back a little, her back colliding straight into whoever had come to join her, a small “oh” along with a giggle falling from her lips as she did so.