is shorter than

From Conrad:

liberals: haha I hate donald DRUMPF

me: same!

liberals: he’s FAT and SHORT

me: wait okay that’s not a real criticism

liberals: his driver’s license says he’s an inch shorter than he says he is!!!

me: okay but can we talk about how he’s a racist and a war criminal

liberals: the body composition of a 70-year old man who doesn’t exercise and eats fast food all the time is different from that of a professional athlete!!! dr45mpf = OWNED!

me: okay but like his administration is orchestrating a genocidal war in Korea can we talk about that

liberals: haha his butt big!!!!

Hybrid AU( Yoonseok/ Sope) Last chapter

//Part 1//Part 2//Part 3//Part 4\

Genre: Fluuffff lot’s of fluff in this chapter

Ship: Hoseok x Yoongi

Warnings: None

Words: 1442 (sorry it’s a lot shorter than the others)

Originally posted by hayoomin

Hoseok and Yoongi drove home in silence, only occasionally stealing glances at each other. Hoseok bit his lip to try and stop it from blurting out everything that was running through his mind. I can’t confess can I? If he doesn’t like me back it will make things really awkward, and i don’t want to lose what we have. “Hoseok, is something wrong.” This man always knew when something was bothering him. “No. Why’d you ask?” Yoongi looked over at the speed dial, “You’re going 90mph on a 30 road.” Hoseok suddenly slowed down, “I just got lost in my thoughts you know?” Yoongi agreed. “What thoughts?” Hoseok looked nervously over at Yoongi, his eyebrows were raised in concern, he was chewing on his bottom lip. “Don’t bite your lip.” Yoongi stopped and looked confused at Hoseok. “Is that what your ‘lost’ about? My lips?” Yoongi huffed a forced laugh, whilst Hoseok just awkwardly shook his head. If only he knew.


3:14pm. Meaning Hoseok had the whole afternoon with Yoongi. He heard Jin’s voice ring in his head, “Perfect time to confess.” He’d say. Hoseok snickered to himself at the idea of him confessing. “Yoongi wouldn’t like me like that, he’s so.. and I’m just.” He rambled to himself as he stirred his coffee. He tentatively sipped on it and walked towards the sofa where Yoongi was laying down, curled up and asleep. Hoseok inwardly ‘awed’ and sat down next to him, the only available room was next to his head. As Hoseok put his drink down, he glanced down at the sleeping hybrid, it was almost too tempting to run his fingers through his hair, or softly stroke his ears. He gulped and lightly place his hand over Yoongi’s ears and slowly stroked them. Immediately, Hoseok heard the familiar purr of approval from Yoongi, as he edged his way closer to Hoseok’s lap.

“Harder Hoseokkie.” Yoongi mumbled and Hoseok blushed. “W-what?” He stuttered out, flustered by Yoongi’s comment. “Stroke me harder.” Hoseok’s eyes widened and he shot up and Yoongi scowled at him. “Why did you stop?” He yawned. “I uh what you said, without the context sounded inappropriate.” Yoongi shrugged. “So? I liked it, but you were being an ass and going to light.” Hoseok blushed and laughed at Yoongi’s bluntness. “Now sit back down.” Hoseok complied and Yoongi cuddled into the nape of the youngers neck. Hoseok was surprised by his actions, Yoongi normally wouldn’t enjoy contact of any sorts and here was voluntarily cuddling with Hoseok. Maybe Yoongi likes me. Or am i reading into this seemingly intimate hug too much?

“Yoongi hyung. Can we talk?” Hoseok gulped and he felt himself getting hotter and more uncomfortable. “What is it I’m about to sleep.” Hoseok felt Yoongi’s hot breath on his neck and he bit his lip. He didn’t want this to end, he didn’t want to ruin the moment as well as their friendship. “Uh no it’s actually fine it can wait.” Yoongi nodded and cuddled in tighter and Hoseok held him closer. They slotted together perfectly. Yoongi’s arms wrapped around Hoseok’s neck, his legs around Hoseok’s waist and he head was deep in Hoseok’s neck. They were both in absolute bliss.


It was safe to say that it was going to be impossible for Yoongi to sleep. There was a storm raging outside and he was shuddering in fear under his duvet. He then shot up and the sight of the lightning and ran to Hoseok’s room.

He opened the door half asleep and felt the hybrid cling onto him. “Hoseok, are you okay?” Hoseok furrowed his eyebrows together. “Yeah I’m fine, why?” Yoongi clutched onto his shirt. “I just thought the thunderstorm might be scaring you.” Hoseok smiled reassuringly, “You know, i am a bit scared, do you want to stay with me?” Yoongi nodded slightly embarrassed. Hoseok shut the door and Yoongi raced over to the bed and waited for Hoseok. This was the most skinship the two had shared, and it was both new and exciting for both of them. Yoongi’s skin didn’t crawl at Hoseok’s touch, he longed for it. Hoseok loved Yoongi’s clingyness, even if he denies that he is. He secretly loves skinship. But, did he love skinship in general, or just Hoseok’s warm and reassuring touch? Did he enjoy closeness in general, or did he love how Hoseok held him tight against his chest but softly, as if Yoongi would break? Yoongi’s heart fluttered as Hoseok smiled at him and he started to fall asleep again. Yoongi blushed and huddled up into his chest to go to sleep, completely forgetting how there was a raging storm behind him.

Hoseok woke slowly, and felt a light mass on top of him, he looked down and Yoongi was cuddled into his side with an arm lightly on his chest. He looked amazing, so peaceful and soft. “Yoongi?” He said trying to wake the hybrid whose ears were twitching away. “Why are you here?” Yoongi grumbled, “I got scared last night and came here now shush.” Hoseok’s memories of last night came flooding back. He couldn’t fight this anymore, he sat up abruptly and Yoongi growled in annoyance. “What now Hoseok?” Hoseok sat crossed-legged in front of him. “Do you remember when we had that love talk?” Yoongi nodded and sat up straighter. Hoseok gazed at him. This was make or break, this moment could ruin everything they had built. He didn’t want to lose it. “Yoongi hyung, I realise that this could change how you see me, probably for the worst, and this could possibly change our relationship for better or for worse but-” Yoongi shushed him, “Stop rambling get to the point.” Hoseok breathed out a sigh and looked down.

“I really like you.”

Yoongi’s ears perked up and his mouth gaped open. Hoseok nervously played with the hem of his shirt and looked away from Yoongi’s longing stare. “You, you uh like me? In what way?” Yoongi gulped and blushed. “I like you romantically hyung, i want to hold you in my arms all the time, i want to run my fingers through your hair and make you purr, it’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard. I want to be the one to make you really smile, and show off your gummy smile. I want to lightly stroke your cheek and kiss you, i want to hold you hands and take care of you. I really want to date you Yoongi.” Yoongi turned red and shot off the bed and Hoseok heard the door to his bathroom lock shut. His heart dropped. He knew this would happen he would confess and Yoongi would feel awkward. They couldn’t go back and be the same now. He’d fucked up everything.

Hoseok quietly left his bedroom and went to get a glass of water. He needed to cool himself of. What would happen now? Would Yoongi leave? Would they pretend nothing happened? His train of thought got cut off as he felt two arms cautiously snake around his waist and a head pushed into his back. “I want all of that too Hoseokkie.” Hoseok put the drink down and shot round to face him. “You do?” He bit down on his lip. Yoongi looked into his eyes and nodded. “Hoseokkie, for so long I’ve gone from home to home and never found anyone who truly cared for me as pet let alone as a human, yet, you’ve treated me as an equal and you gained my complete trust. I then started to fall for you. Everything you did made my heart flutter, and i care about you a lot, although I have a hard time showing it…” Yoongi sighed and placed his hands on Hoseok’s. “Please take care of me Hoseok,” Hoseok nodded eagerly. “Always.” He pulled Yoongi into him and hugged him tightly.

As they pulled back, they stared into each others eyes. “Yoongi, i know this might be a big step but um can i kiss you?” Yoongi blushed but nodded and Hoseok grinned. He put a finger under Yoongi’s chin and the other resting on Yoongi’s hip. Hoseok tilted his head and crashed their lips together. Yoongi smiled into the kiss and he tugged on Hoseok’s belt loops to bring him in closer. Yoongi’s soft lips were dancing upon Hoseok’s in a rough, but passionate manner, Hoseok felt addicted. Addicted to the feeling of Yoongi’s lips on his, addicted to the intimate they were sharing. They finally pulled away they rested their foreheads together.

“I love you, Min Yoongi.”

“I love you too, Jung Hoseok.”


So, this is the end! I really hoped you all enjoyed reading this, it’s my first time writing a fanfiction and i don’t think it went too badly? I’d like to do more in the future but at the moment i don’t have any ideas, but stay tuned! Thank you for all your lovely messages, it really helped me keep my faith in this ❤️❤️❤️

Originally posted by parkjmzl

Being Friends with Jon Kent...

Requesred: NOPE

Authors Note: Gotta show some love to my little baby Jon Kent. Not a lot of people have imagines about him and that is so surprising. So here it is. 

  • When you first met…you guys were kids. 
  • It was when he first moved into the city, and he was not really thrilled about it either. 
  • You ultimately did not make it any better. 
  • You were his next door neighbor and his bully (even though you were shorter than him)
  • You kept calling him names like…”Huckleberry Kent” or “Poindexter” or “Ranger Kent” or “Jonny Boy” 
  • Oh how he hated “Jonny Boy”
  • You teased him at every opportunity you could find. 
  • At first he hated you and would always complain to his mom about you. 
  • But Lois would only laugh. 
  • “Have you tried being their friend, Jon? Maybe he/she is just trying to get your attention?”
  • “Why would Y/N tease me if they only want to be friends?”
  • Lois shrugs “Maybe he/she doesn’t have a lot of friends and he/she just doesn’t know how to have a conversation with people.”
  • “No offense mom, but that sounds like bologne.”
  • “I’m sorry have you met your best friend, Damian Wayne?”
  • “Point taken.”
  • So for a while, he watched you. 
  • He would always see you alone at recess or eating lunch by yourself. 
  • He really felt bad for you.
  • The next day, when you are alone at recess playing a video game under your favorite tree, Jon came up to you. 
  • “Jonny Boy!” you said without looking up from your game.”Come to get out your guitar and sing some country music for me?”
  • “No Y/N I came to see if I can sit with you?”
  • You had a confused look on your face and paused your game. “You want to sit with me?”
  • “Yea if you will let me.”
  • “Is your cowboy hat too tight? Did a horse hit you in the head or somthing? Why would you want to sit with me instead of playing with the other kids?”
  • “I just thought that maybe we could hang out. We’re neighbors, so why can’t we be friends?” 
  • You rolled your eyes and went back to your game. “Lame. I don’t care about the friends part but you can sit whereever you like. It’s a free country.” 
  • He smiled and eagerly sat next to you asking about your game. And that was the start of your friendship. 
  • You guys started to hang out a lot more and you found Jon to be kinda a cool person. 
  • He found out that you were really smart and that you were younger than him due to you skipping a grade. 
  • It didn’t take you long to figure out he was SuperBoy. Then him and his dad both got a lecture from a 9 year old talking about how to do real disguises. 
  • You always came by his house to walk with him to school and to take him home. 
  • You guys were inseparable, even though you still called him names. 
  • But he did have a few names for you. 
  • “What are we gonna do today Huckleberry?” you said, walking home with Jon after school. 
  • He smirked and looked at you. “I don’t know SHORTSTACK.You tell me.”
  • You stopped dead in your tracks and eyeballed him. 
  • He glared back at you, waiting for you to say another insult. 
  • Then all of sudden, you started laughing. 
  • As soon as he heard you laugh, he blushed and laughed with you. 
  • You put your arm around him, still in a fit of giggles, and punched him. (You knew it didn’t hurt)
  • “And that is why, Jonny Boy, you are my best friend.” 

i am a hypocrite because while i love tall, brown-eyed kyle i can’t help but imagine him with green eyes in this AU because of kim and as slightly shorter than stan because i want him to kick ass while being short(ish)

Someone’s cocon with me, but I literally can’t tell who it is. All I can feel is that they’re shorter than me (which doesn’t really help, it just eliminates Grey), and /bitter as fuck/.

Like - I’ve also got Des hovering around too, and she’s almost always super bubbly, which is clashing very weirdly with this other feeling going on. :S

System pls.


anonymous asked:

So you find taller girls attractive? As i tall girl i get shy and stuff because most guys are shorter than me and they won’t date a girl taller than them

Oh definitely! Some of the most beautiful women in the world are tall! I dont understand why guys wouldnt date a girl taller than him. Because the thing is, my lady represents me and the kind of man that I am. So if my lady is tall, beautiful, and just an overall amazing human being, what kind of quality man does that make me you know?? (And to be honest if my wife ends up being taller than me then that means my kids will most likely get her height👌🏼)

anonymous asked:

Speedwagon or Koichi (if there was a guarantee Yukako wouldn't come for you)

koichi is two inches shorter than me and i just. i can’t. i want to date people taller than me. both of them are Extremely Good Boys but i would choose speed!!!

(for @yoituuri and @starryfeathers. I accidentally deleted this whole thing once so hopefully it doesn’t happen again/ it’s not rushed. I hope you enjoy you two, and anybody else who reads this!)

I made a post about my favorite boy Victor not too long ago, and I mentioned a shot in passing that I really loved, but because it wasn’t the focus of the post, I didn’t go into it. I would like to now. Here it is:

This is the first glimpse of Victor we get within canon. Well, beyond the opening sequence with Yuuri watching Victor skate as they grow up but I think we can all agree that was outside of canon and can be discarded here.


It’s a damn good first glimpse. As you’ve probably already noticed, Victor’s eyes are covered. Deliberately. Dude fuckin does a twirl and the camera is framed in such a way that we don’t get to see his eyes until he looks up for the cameras. That’s an interesting touch, for several reasons. 

First, when a character’s eyes are not visible, it implies something is hidden within them. A trait, motivation, true emotions, etc etc. 

Secondly, the fact that we can’t see Victor’s eyes until he turns to the cameras with that fake-ass media smile. In this scene, we’re being treated as the public. Victor is immediately hiding from us and the rest of the world. You know, something he does all the goddamn time.

Victor is scarily good at masking. For those who don’t know what I mean, masking is the act of hiding one’s true personality, desires, and/or emotions to conform to society. I mask due to past trauma. Victor masks to meet public expectation. 

You’ve probably guessed already that masking is incredibly unhealthy–it’s repression, after all. If it gets bad enough, you’ll stop knowing where masking ends and you begin. Sometimes it takes me months to figure out how I feel about something because I need to sort through so many layers of masking and anxiety and doubt. It’s really difficult sometimes. 

We see tons of lovely examples of Victor masking throughout the show. Here are a few off the top of my head: 

(^absolutely terrified vitya trying to be smooth)

(^living up to his press image)

(^so incredibly upset on so many levels but he doesn’t dare show it)

(^pissed enough that yuuri picks up on it. and then acts dishonestly w/ yuuri by trying to come off as pleasant)

(i love that yuuri is comfortable enough by this point to call victor out on his bs. if you’re gonna get mad, get mad) 

(you can actually see Victor’s hand shake if you watch the scene. boy is so pissed and he’s holding it in)

etc etc. 

Victor is actually incredibly reserved in all the emotions he shows, especially if it’s anger or sadness. For most of the series, he only lets himself go in front of Yuuri or alone. Victor hides from himself, he hides from Yuuri, and it helps no one in the end. 

The beach sequence, actually, is important to this idea too. As we know, Victor asks Yuuri what he wants them to be. 

And then he lists off all these options before essentially asking to go out with him, but in a way that says he’s too scared to do it outright.

Now, this is partially to gauge Yuuri’s feelings towards him, but it’s also highly revealing of Victor’s self-worth. He’s willing to put on any mask, any persona to be with Yuuri. Yuuri, of course, doesn’t want this at all. 


And looking at Victor’s reaction (guarded surprise)

This may be the first time Victor has been asked to just be himself. 

So if Victor was a world champion at 16

(boy is 15-16 in that article)

He must have been skating for a while beforehand. We can probably approximate by saying he started competitions around the time Yuri did, which I estimate to be about 12-13. However, Victor does say this 

And if we’re to believe him, 27-20=7, and therefore something happened at the age of 7 to force Victor into backing away from others and working himself to the bone. Uhm, wow. I don’t know how accurate it is to say that, but regardless, he’s been in the public eye for a long fuckin time. 

Victor has spent this long fuckin time building an image: elegance, confidence, charming yet untouchable. The perfect playboy, in a way. This is the person he presents to the public. I think he’s been masking like this for so long he forgot that this isn’t who he is–Victor has the ability to be all those things, but it’s not who he is. Victor is excitable, bubbly, caring, vulnerable, depressed, lonely, hardworking…Yuuri, by asking Victor to be himself, released a metaphorical floodgate on Victor’s emotions. He’s broken that carefully crafted persona. 

Victor is now publicly goofy and affectionate

(i love how he hides his face a little here…how cute and shy while showing off that he’s yuuri’s)

And can drop his composure comfortably 

(also vitya always wears gloves to competitions until they get the rings and then victor keeps the gloves off completely :v) 

I love that Victor’s relationship with Yuuri has allowed him to find himself again, and peel away those masks to live and breathe and love as he was always meant to. 

anonymous asked:

would you ever date a girl taller than you? i’m 5’11 and curious

Fuck yes I would! Back in high school I crushed on this girl that was taller than me, but she turned me down specifically because I was shorter than her🤣 I was hurt about it for awhile, but because of that if I crush on a girl thats taller than me im usually worried of being “too short” to her again