its been so long since i made anything :((((((

“That’s Earth up there, Jeremy. Like, THAT’S Earth. I’m lookin’- No, not that one.” 
“That’s it! That’s it.” 
“Yeah, that’s Earth right there. You got it.” 

I never pick action-packed minecraft eps to draw from it’s always the slow ones.

imagine a scenario where Todoroki isn’t completely passed out from Bakugou’s attack, where he’s still awake–but just barely. He can see Bakugou’s blurry figure stomp over to him through the clouds of dust, screaming. And suddenly, he’s being lifted by his shirt.

Imagine Bakugou lifts Todoroki to yell at him, screams at him–how DARE he do this? How DARE that two-faced bastard do this to him, a win like this means NOTHING. It’s worse than losing, because he didn’t win at all, it’s nothing but a hollow shell of a victory, only won because his opponent refused to go all out on him. 

this isn’t what Bakugou wanted. This isn’t what he wanted at all. he wanted to prove himself, to defeat Two-Face with his own power, with his own skill, not–not this. Not a victory where fucking Two-Face just…. gives up. Refused to fight him. Didn’t see him as worthy to fight…

Wasn’t he strong enough? What the fuck. Why. Why couldn’t Todoroki just fight him all out, use his goddamn flames like he did with Deku, always Deku, why not him, goddammit, why, why, why

Todoroki squints through the dust, trying to focus on the face in front of him. His eyes widen–it’s Bakugou, of course it is, who else yells like him? But it’s not the yelling that’s a surprise, it’s the expression. Bakugou’s face is screwed up, red and angry… and his cheeks are wet with tears.

He’s sobbing

Bakugou continues to rant and yell at Todoroki, but it all sounds like white noise. All he can see are the tears running down Bakugou’s face, the quivering lips, the shaking eyebrows that are tilted together in an arc that looks less like anger, and more like desperate frustration. 

Some of the tears fall on Todoroki’s chest. He doesn’t notice. 

“ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME, YOU BASTARD?!” Bakugou shrieks, voice cracking in the middle, shaking Todoroki from his thoughts both literally and physically. Bakugou is huffing and crying and glaring wet red eyes at him, waiting for an answer.

Todoroki feels something heavy in his chest. he’s not sure what it is. He’s just so full of confusing emotions–after his fight with Midoriya, after forgetting for just those few moments, after using his fire side for the first time, after remembering why he wanted to become a hero in the first place… after everything

It’s been an emotionally exhausting day. He’s confused. Conflicted. He doesn’t really know what to do.

He’s never been very good at understanding others. Apparently he was never very good at understanding himself, either. At least until someone made him remember. Until Midoriya made him remember. 

But right now, Bakugou is right here, right in his face, sobbing, and Todoroki feels like he owes him an answer. He’s not sure what to say.

What would a hero do?

Todoroki locks tired eyes with Bakugou. He tenses, baring his teeth.

Todoroki parts his lips.

“Are you alri…”

The words never get out, as a sweet smelling mist drapes over them like a soft blanket. Within seconds, Bakugou’s grip on Todoroki’s shirt loosens and both boys collapse, out cold. 

-

The next time Todoroki sees Bakugou, he’s chained against a pillar, raging like a madman, howling as loudly as he can with a muzzle strapped to his face, and glaring daggers at anything and everything. 

There are no tears to be found.

Did he imagine it? Todoroki looks down at his palm and curls his fingers.

He’s still confused. Still conflicted. All Might helped him a little… he just needed time to sort things out. Needed time to look at himself… remember why he wanted to be a hero. He… he needed to see his mother again. 

(When was the last time he had a hug?)

(… When was the last time he hugged her?)

When All Might turns to Bakugou and removes the muzzle, Todoroki watches quietly from the corner of his eye. 

Bakugou rages. He yells. He screams and shouts and refuses the medal All Might so valiantly tries to hang around his neck, fighting against it like a man fighting a noose.

“EVEN IF SOCIETY ACKNOWLEDGES IT, IF I DON’T THEN IT’S TRASH!!!

The medal is hangs in between clenched teeth, and Todoroki decides that no, he didn’t imagine it. Even if he didn’t quiet understand, still doesn’t, those tears were real. He looks down at his clenched fist. 

I’m sorry, Bakugou. He thinks. 

There isn’t anything he can do here. He couldn’t give Bakugou the fight he wanted. He…

Todoroki looked up at the sky.

He’s going to see his mother tomorrow. 

(so i wanted to write a scenario where Todoroki actually saw Bakugou crying before Midnight’s made him pass out, and it kinda became this, oops)

I’m beginning to think only, like, 70% of the reason I love Shidge is because they’re my two favs and they would be so so sweet together it would rot your teeth. The other 30% is just spite. Pure “Fuck you, I do what I want” spite that rose from the ashes of people denouncing Shidge after the age reveal last year. Honestly I think that fits both Shiro and Pidge pretty well and I believe that it’s a beautiful shipper origin story.

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No, actually, I think one of the lovely things about them is the fact that it is platonic, and they’re mates, and Eggsy doesn’t just see her as someone who’s gorgeous. He recognises that she has integrity and is a lovely person, and that she’s fierce. And strong, and able, and capable – Taron Egerton.

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Hello long time no post!

I know the Shuuen fandom is kinda dead but I was looking through my files and I remembered I kept forgetting to post this! Some time long ago I was frustrated I couldn’t find any good images of the bookmark so I made my own!

This was traced in Illustrator (so yes I have a vector file of it) from pics I found of the official bookmark merch that came with limited copies of the Shuuen manga long ago.

Feel free to use it for anything you like! I’d just appreciate it if you didn’t make merch out of it since this design is merely a trace and the original copyright holders are still the makers of Shuuenpro!

Anyhow the file is pretty big and saved in PNG so its transparent(!!)

anonymous asked:

okay so i don't have a complete prompt or anything but could you write something really fluffy and really sweet? can just be a little blurb, i don't care. i've just been reading so much angst lately it's lowkey making me depressed. so idk something cute with maybe harry's family it as well? could be something as simple as meeting his family for the first time(: thank you love you're the best

Family Dinner

In which Harry soothes your nerves about meeting his family.


You’ve been up for hours, since long before the sun rose, making yourself busy, straightening up around the flat. When you and Harry made plans to have his family over for dinner, your heart had jumped in your chest, just as it has every time the thought of tonight has slipped into your mind since. Today, however, there is a constant thrumming, an uncomfortable, jittery feeling that makes your hands shake and your head dizzy.

“Mornin’, love.”

You shriek when you feel arms wrap around your waist, doubling over and away from the warm body behind you.

“Oi!” Harry pulls you back into his chest, locking you in his hold and pressing a gentle kiss to your hair. “’S jus’ me, Y/N, chill out.”

“Sorry,” you whisper, attempting to catch your breath.

“Are yeh all righ’?” He loosens his arms and allows you to turn around. “Can feel your heart beatin’ through your back.”

“I’m fine.” You slip out of his arms and return to the dishes you’d been washing, scrubbing at a plate until your fingers begin to ache. You don’t even realize Harry’s left the room until he returns and you feel his presence in the doorway.

“Love, how long yeh been up?”

You glance over at him where he’s leaned against a wall with his arms crossed over his chest, crease formed between his eyebrows. His eyes are curious, watching you closely.

“A while,” you answer quietly, turning back to the sink and rinsing the plate in your hands and setting it off to the side for drying.

“Baby.” He says it with a sigh. You dry your hands off and turn to face him.

“What?”

“Yeh’ve cleaned the whole place.” He steps toward you and smooths his thumb over your forehead, pressing out the lines that have set in there. “Yeh nervous, angel?”

Your gaze falls to his feet, socked and cozy against the kitchen floor. You heart had begun to calm, but now it picks up speed again as thoughts of tonight flood your mind once more.

“Oi, look a’ me.” He pinches your chin between his thumb and forefinger to lift your head, staring down straight into your eyes. Your chest warms, heart lifting again, but this time not with nerves. “’S gonna be fine. They’re gonna love yeh, everythin’ about yeh.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Do, too. They’re gonna love yeh b’cause I love yeh, and b’cause yeh have exactly no flaws fo’ ‘em to pick out.”

Harry’s lips slot gently over yours in a kiss that you can feel in every nerve, soothing you with all of the confidence he feels. His hands cup your jaw and he presses his forehead to yours after a moment, freshly brushed breath fanning over your face. You take a deep breath, hands closing around the sides of his loose t-shirt.

“Yeh’ll be jus’ fine. Migh’ even have some fun.” He rubs his thumbs back and forth along your cheeks, nudging your nose with his. You’re amazed at how easily just a few touches and some words from him can put your mind at ease.

“I’ll even hold your hand under the table ‘f yeh need me to.”

You giggle at him and he grins, pecking your lips again.

“There’s m’girl.”

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                                                 HOLISTIC

                                A DIRK GENTLY PLAYLIST

let it happen - tame impala -  international feel - todd rundgren -  taken for a ride - tally hall -best friend - foster the people - touch tone telephone - lemon demon - infinitesimal - mother mother - the blue wrath - i monster - when he died - lemon demon -  never meant to know - tally hall -goats in trees - foster the people -tessellate - alt j - swim and sleep (like a shark) - umo - fix it together - fleece - nothing that has happened so far has been anything we could control - tame impala - two weeks - grizzly bear -  daydream in blue - i monster - on my mind - fleece - constants are changing - boards of canada

Married to a Monster - Twenty [M]

Originally posted by datkaidoe

Paring: jonginXreader, minseokXreader

Word Count: 7.8k

Genre: Angst, fluff, mature || husband!Jongin, best friend!Jongdae, best friend!Minseok

Summary: Being forced into a marriage with your first love/childhood best friend is messy - especially when he was the sole reason you attempted to kill yourself and the reason your body is riddled with scars. Old wounds were opened but you pushed yourself to figure things out, if not for yourself, then for your deceased sister whose death seemed to keep haunting you and Jongin.

Trigger warning: talks of self-harm, descriptions of scars, and trauma. Light smut.


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Wincest Writing Challenge  |   @stephanie-likes vs. @mybrothercomesfirst
September 2017   |  Richard Silken |  Digging out the bullet and holding it up to the light

Cleaning up the Champions (AO3)

Pairing: UST Wincest
Word Count: 1258
Rating: PG
Tags: post-episode 11.17 Red Meat; UST; angst
Summary: The brothers care for each other in the aftermath of Red Meat.

Early morning haze melted away into goldenrod overcast skies. The last struggle of a mild winter against the encroaching spring. Sam made it to the first rest stop in the passenger seat. Dean filled the Impala’s tank, went inside for provisions, and came back to find Sam sprawled in the backseat. Sam blanketed Dean’s blue jacket over his torso, having made a pillow of his own.

“Got lunch.” Dean held up a cellophane turkey and cheese sub of questionable freshness. Sam replies with a grunt as he nuzzled into a more comfortable position. “Probably a wise choice.” Dean tossed it onto the empty seat beside him. Between the pills, and the asphyxiation, his own stomach wasn’t up for more than water. Dean pushed in a cassette of Page’s best solos, turned the volume low, and pulled back on the road. The tremors in his hands hidden by a firm grip on the wheel.

Forest rolled into sands hill, flattened into plains, and grew into fields and farms with each mile closer to Kansas. With each pause in Sam’s snores, Dean flicked his eyes up to the review mirror. Around dusk his glance got met with open eyes, and a knowing half smile.

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anonymous asked:

Could you maybe do 22 with modern!Kylo please?

22. “Come over here and make me.”

A/N: Uhh this got away from me, hope you like it as much as I do! I love hearing from you guys :)


One of the perks of being friends with Rey was that her family owned a lake house, which she took you with her to visit during the summer. Of course, it wasn’t almost too perfect, and the cost was possible encounters with her horrible cousin Kylo.

“Oh come on Y/N, he’s not that bad,” Rey defends.

“Rey! He literally poured his milkshake all over me because I teased him about his motorcycle, he can’t take a joke. He always wants to get in a fight with me and-ugh I’m getting angry just thinking about him.”

You remember something else, “Oh and he’s also a complete perv, confirmed. Remember how he wouldn’t stop staring at me when we where getting ready to go out one evening, he’s an ass!” You add. “God I hate Ren,” You mumbled under your breath. He annoyed you to know end, if asked if you had any enemies you would probably say him.

“Yeah that was bad, but Y/N, that was a few years ago. He was still going crazy with all of those ‘boy’ hormones, he’s calmed down a lot.”

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