jeez this is old

Listen. LISTEN. I don’t know if this moment was actually in the script or if Harry and Matt improvised it (it reminds me of that iconic moment when Magnus holds a finger in front of Alec’s mouth so he doesn’t start rambling?) BUT I love Alec. Magnus is freaking trying to feed him and what does this boy do????? He takes the food right from the fork with his fingers????? He’s so awkward and you have no idea how much I relate to this stupid little thing. I could talk all day long about how many times I’ve seen myself in Alec in this kind of situations and it’s amazing to see some real awkwardness and weird interactions because that’s an actual thing.


Guzma and Az are reunited after AZ finally got out of Lysandres jail.



-Guzma is freakishly tall. Compare him to kukui and see how tall he is.
-Same hair colour
-Same skin tone
-Same nose
-Az’s floette is holding a Guzmania flower, the flower guzma is named after. I’m not making this shit up. Google Az’s floette and google a guzmania flower. Same thing.
-All of team skull has colourful hair but Guzma. There is literally no reason for him to have white hair unless his related to AZ.

Also headcannon that Guzma is the biggest Irish ladaroonie to ever exist, and his dad calls him Laddo.

If Guzma doesn’t have an Irish accent in the anime I’m gonna be so disappointed lmao


anonymous asked:

Hey there! I really like you're art! My question is whether you have always been doing it digitally and what do you use in order to make digital art. Also if I were to start doing digital art what should I use? Love you!~

Hi!  I’ve been doing digital art since late 2015 (see the pic below), but I’ve been studying traditionally for about 3-4 years now.  I use Photoshop CC as well as a Wacom tablet (Intuos Pen Small, about 8″x7″).

 I’d recommend that combo if you’re starting out (alternatively, substitute some free drawing program for photoshop if you want to)- mainly because they’re what I used when I started out and they’ve worked well enough that I continue to use them,

Also, from your questions, I suspect that you’re just getting into digital art.  Few things to note: it’s tricky to draw on tablets when you start out.  It’s normal if your coordination is messy even for 1-3 months after you get your tablet.  Here is an old ask with some advice for beginner digital artists; I think a lot of my year-old advice (almost to the day, jeez) still holds up.


Wow, a lot of people seem to like my sketches. Since I doubt I’ll ever really clean these fellas up, I guess I can just put em up for viewing. Sorry for the image spam folks but thank you all kindly for the nice comments! 

This was back when I first got into the series. Started with Tales. Done in-between breaks from my Final Year Animation Project in school. Woot!



Okay to fully understand my head canons, we’re going to have to go through what I think the boys personalities are based off the things we’ve seen.


He seems like a book worm. in every promotional art we’ve seen he’s been reading out of the woodchuck guide book.

He probably relies on it a lot during adventures, constantly checking it to see if i can be of any help to them during the adventure. He probably is the type who wonders how thing work, wanting to know more about why something is the way it is. I can also see him wanting to be the one who wants to set up traps (the Fred of the group you could say) always getting excited when they actually work.
and in a post I made about 5 or so days ago, I mentioned how Huey probably doesn’t get angry often, but when he does, he gets angry. (I’m not going to repeat any more information here cause it’s all on the post.) another little thing to note is that Huey is the oldest of the triplets, and Frank Angones did say this was important to how things worked so I imagine Huey will either play the “I’m older” card or be more like the leader of the group that keeps everything in order (or tries to).


By what we’ve seen, Dewey seems very Adventurous and a lot more outspoken than his brothers.

He seems to enjoy danger, seeing as he marks a route right through a bunch of monsters.

he probably believes he is capable on taking bad guys and monsters, but when given the chance he’d probably run.
I can see him not caring how things work, just as long as work then it’s fine.
he also seems to over complicate things and probably over looks the easiest solutions to problems.

“Sure, you wanna do it the easy way”

He probably is also the main plan maker out of the three, quickly being able to come up with plans and execute them. and when it comes to pranks, He tends to make them more elaborate than they have to be, probably making a Rube Goldberg machine just so he can dump water on Donald or someone.
He also seems very confident in himself, which could cause trouble when faces with a nemesis and could be the reason he gained one in the first place. (X X ) (and I talk about his nemesis more here!)


from what we’ve seen, I’d say he’s pretty laid back. He seems a bit Apathetic, not really caring about things that are said about him or happening around him.

“Who’s the evil triplet?” “Louie.” “eh”

But that does not mean he is devoid of all emotion. he still can still be shocked/ concerned about things that happen and he does get excited from time to time.

but still, he seems to just kind of accept what is happening around him rather than worry about it. If something where to work, great, if something doesn’t work, ah well best to move on. he’s probably one who doesn’t dwell on the past but also doesn’t look to the future. his whole thing seems to be “what happens, happens and we should just accept it.”

Louie also seems he might also have a pessimistic humor, as when he finds out Donald is taking him and his brothers to Scrooge Mcduck, the first thing he says is “You’re finally gonna sell us.”

okay so now that their personalities are out of the way, lets get to the part that actually answers the question.
oh boy, first off they of course bond when it comes to pranking their uncle Donald. These kids are confirmed to be masters of mischief and all around trouble makers.  Frank Angones said that the boys each are experts in different forms of trouble. they are considered the “A-team of trouble” and each specialize in a certain kind of trouble. What kind of trouble do each of them do? I’m not really sure. But i have no doubt that they work great together when it comes to causing mischief.

now, if they’re joining the junior woodchucks, I’d expect that they’d bond from that as well. They probably help each other gain badges and probably talk about upcoming activities.

with their different personalities also comes different interests. meaning they could have many different ways of bonding over supporting each others interests and maybe even sharing a few!

of course, the boys can’t get along all the time. There is bound to be some bickering. now bickering cant be directly linked to bonding, but it does show that you’re relationship isn’t perfect. there’s got to be some rough times so that you can enjoy the good ones, right?

and I have no doubt in my mind that they’ll always be there for each other. if one of them is getting picked on, then you can bet the other two will be there to stand up for them! (even if they want them too or not!)

this might change once we get more information, but until then this is all I really got!

(lol sorry for posting this so late! I kind of forgot about it! but better late then never, am I right?)

Cherry Red II

Pairing:Min Yoongi x Park Jimin

Genre:Smut with plot?

Word count: 5.3k

Summary: Yoongi’s had enough of Jimin playing around, and realizes some things on his own

Note: I am telling y’all now, I have no idea how to write smut, I winged it all, I have no experience, I need references, I had no references but you asked for it so here! You! Go! Ohmygod it’s finally done I’m pretty sure I screamed in relief in the middle of class once I finished. I am so sorry if this sucks, this is my first ever Yoonmin smut, I don’t know how to write smut ohmygod please be gentle (Not proofread btw)

Originally posted by jimiyoong

Upon arriving at their shared suite, Yoongi had never seen Jimin dash for his room as fast as he had when they stepped in. Taehyung and Jungkook staring with wide confused eyes as their hyungs merely laughed and teased an exasperated Yoongi.

The presidential suite had three separate bedrooms, all of which contained their own bathroom. Namjoon and Jin one shared without much protest from the other members, Yoongi and Hoseok were paired together which left the maknae to create chaos in a room of their own.

Yoongi sat on his bed as he dug through his bag for something to wear, when Jin said get ready for dinner, it often meant that they were going out for the night and going back to work tomorrow. Yoongi had almost forgotten they were in the middle of a tour. Yoongi reached for his black ripped jeans, throwing a shirt similar to the one he was wearing over his shoulder as he made his way to the bathroom. Upon passing the open door that lead to the living room, Yoongi caught sight of Jimin; in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.

Jimin stopped just as Yoongi had, noticing the older boy just the same. Yoongi blinked repeatedly as his mouth hung slightly, trying to make sure he wasn’t imagining things. A smirk made its way to Jimin’s face and he hadn’t tried to control it. His hand gripped one end of the towel that was tucked into his hip as he took slow steps towards the door. Jimin eyed Yoongi with a newfound confidence, and Yoongi wasn’t sure if Jimin was faking it this time or not. Yoongi stared at Jimin’s slow moving figure, the dancer’s fingers leisurely pulling at the white fabric. Yoongi gulped down the saliva that began to gather in his mouth, watering at the idea of seeing what Jimin had been keeping under those tight leather jeans during countless performances.

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Pesky Problem (pt 3)

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Warnings: a big time skip, some swears yet again

A/N: Part three! Do you guys want a part four if you like this part? Let me know!

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Y/N leaned back on the couch at the Byers house, staring at all the crayon drawings crawling over the walls. She tried to process everything that was happening at once. All the new people, the current problem, the junkyard, it all seemed like so much, yet she didn’t feel scared or stressed. She felt almost, calm. Y/N had always wondered about Hawkins. Whether it really was what everyone said it was. A small town where nothing ever happened, which now she discovered, wasn’t true. 

“Look at this.” 

Sitting up, she looked at where Mike was pointing to. 

“This is where Hopper found that tunnel. We can get in through there and find…” He searched along the floor until he found a big blue space of scribble. “Here. The main hub. All the tunnels meet here. We can set it on fire-”

“That’s a no.” Steve interjected firmly. “This is not happening. I promised I’d keep you shitheads safe and that’s what I plan on doing.”


“No buts. We’re staying here. Do you understand me?”

Y/N was standing now, looking at all the kids scowling faces. 

“Steve, maybe-” 

He whirled on her, eyebrows raised. “What? Maybe what? We’re all staying right here. I said I’d keep you all safe and that’s what I’m going to do.”

“Excuse me?” Y/N bristled. “We’re supposed to keep them safe! I’m the same age as you! You can’t just tell me to sit here and let you boss me around!” She said indignantly. 

Steve scoffed. “Oh really? You’re new here. You don’t even know what’s going on. We could all die if we go down there. And what about that stunt you pulled at the junkyard huh?”

Stunt? Says the guy who literally went out to confront like, five demogorgons at once?”

“That was different!” Steve pointed at her frustratedly. “I didn’t know there was five!”

“Actually I think there were four of-” They both silenced Dustin with a look.

“Jeez, they’re like an old married couple.” Dustin muttered.  

“Yeah.” Mike said disdainfully. 

“Wouldn’t that technically make them like, our temporary parents?” Dustin asked confusedly. 

“What?” They all stared at Dustin who shrugged, then stared back at Y/N and Steve arguing still. Steve was swinging the dish towel at his side, agitated, and Y/N was rubbing her temples.

“I just can’t tell if they’re better or worse than my own parents.” Mike frowned, rolling his eyes. Suddenly, the revving of a car broke them off. Max rushed to the window and paled. 

“It’s my brother. He can’t know I’m here. He’ll kill me. He’ll kill us.” 

Looking at Steve, his face transformed into one of determination as he went to the front door. Looking back, he stared sternly at Y/N and the kids.

Stay here.” 

He opened the door, then slammed it shut behind him to confront Billy outside.

“Like hell I am!” Flinging open the door, she gave the kids the same look Steve had. “You guys stay here.” 

When they were both outside, the kids peeked through the window at them.

“I dunno about you, but I think they’re way better than my parents.”

mermbernation  asked:

Reborn/Tsuna #90. Or Reborn with someone else.

Whoa ho ho. I know you suggested writing Reborn with someone else if I don’t want to go with Tsuna, but I’m willing to keep going with this ask. I’m sidestepping most of the quantum angst potential, though. Sorry? It felt like that would be too easy. That, and a lot of the scenarios I was getting for the angst were really messy.

So, instead, I decided to do a turn around and go with saccharine levels of fluff and humor. Here’s hoping you’re okay with that! This has to be the fluffiest thing I’ve written for these two, really, I feel like I should be apologizing to someone.

Reborn/Tsuna 90: “I can’t do this anymore.” 

The words get him a cushion in the face, of course.

“You can’t do this anymore. You can’t do this anymore. You self-entitled,arrogant son of a- no, no wait, that’s insulting Maman, and she doesn’t deserve that, giving birth to you was enough of an insult-”

Tsuna warily peered at the older man from around the side of the doorjamb. Reborn was walking back and forth, grumbling under his breath, sounding vehement. It would have looked comical if he had still looked like his infant Arcobaleno self, or even if he’d been in his adult form - but stuck in between and looking no older than sixteen, the hard expression on his face actually made Tsuna uneasy. It was too easy to remember what he’d been capable of at sixteen. And even if age had just made Tsuna more dangerous, Reborn didn’t need physical age to make him more of anything.

When Reborn abruptly whirled around to stare at him, fury burning dark in his eyes, Tsuna actually had to yelp, instinctively ducking away.

“You,” Reborn say, voice decided, “are being a fool. A dame-Tsuna that doesn’t know any better.”

It made Tsuna twitch, because, sure, he hadn’t been called that before.

“And because you’re falling back on bad habits, it falls to me to train them out of you.”

Which, no. No. Crap, no. Tsuna hurriedly straightened and stepped into the room, hands already up in self-defense.

“No way, Reborn, this is exactly why I said I’m done! Do you have any idea how-”

You’re done?!” Reborn roared, and Tsuna hopped right back out of the room, managing to dodge the first shot.

“Everything okay, Boss?” a passing maid asked him timidly. Tsuna, back pressed against the wall and a majority of his senses trained on how his infuriated lover was still wrecking havoc inside his common room, gave her a distracted smile.

“Yes, yes, perfectly fine. Bella, isn’t it? Do you mind telling the rest of the staff to avoid this wing till later tonight? Maybe tomorrow morning, if things stay this noisy.”

“Of course, Boss,” she murmured, body curving in a gentle bow.

Tsuna was too busy tugging his gloves out of his pockets and into place on his hands to actually pay attention to her, though.

“You,” he said, far calmer than he actually felt, stepping back into the room and tugging the door shut behind him, “should learn to actually pay attention when someone’s talking.”

Reborn offered up a rakish smirk, the fingers of one hand lingering on the brim of his fedora, the other casually holding Leon in his gun form, aimed right at Tsuna’s face.

“Funny,” he replied. “I could say the same of you.”

Tsuna’s eyes narrowed, and he finally allowed the cool flames of his Will banked deep within him to burn through the rest of his system. Reborn simply scoffed, and just seemed happy that Tsuna was done playing games.

Fine. Fine. If that was how he wanted to do it.

Reborn always responded better to a show of strength when he was this pissed off, anyway.


It was only later, once they were finally satisfied with the state to which they reduced Tsuna’s suite of rooms, more rubble and burnt wood and fabric than not, and when they were curled up sweaty and sated in bed, that Tsuna finally allowed himself to turn around and bury his face into the crook of Reborn’s neck.

The older man didn’t seem to mind, anyway, grunting under the sudden weight laying heavy across him. But he had fingers up and ready to tug gently at Tsuna’s mess of hair, smoothing the same hand down the curve of his spine.

“You do realize that anyone who doesn’t know who you are seems to think that I’m preying on a teenager.”  Tsuna muttered, making Reborn’s hand pause in surprise.

He didn’t have long to wait, of course. Reborn being who he was, he was muffling his laughter into Tsuna’s hair as soon as the words registered in full.

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up asshole. You should have seen the look on Maria’s face when I stopped by her café last week for some coffee.” he grumbled, smiling in spite of himself. “All your purchases there must have endeared you to them. I thought she was going to chase me out with a broomstick.”

“Poor dame-Tsuna, so misunderstood,” Reborn cooed, once he caught his breath.

“You’d think that people would feel sorry for me,” Tsuna said self-deprecatingly, lifting his head so he could meet Reborn’s darkly amused gaze head on, “but no. Somehow you’re the one who manages to get everyone’s sympathy even in this case.”

“Well, they don’t know any better. Maria’ll get over it.”

“And what about that old lady who own the gelateria by the park?”

“Rosa, you mean? She’ll be fine too.”

“And what about little Luca, over at Liliana’s? His father might be one of the best groundsmen I have, but the younger staff who don’t know who you are seem to be carrying tales. He hid behind his mother when I stopped by their home yesterday.”

That one? Made Reborn wince a little himself. Tsuna eyed his the cut of his jaw, his aquiline nose, the sharp sweep of his cheekbones. Even the ridiculous spikes and curls of hair that topped everything, and took Reborn a lot longer to manage in the mornings than Tsuna had ever imagined they could as a kid. And while the reactions of his people delighted him, it was good to know that those under his protection wouldn’t ignore a what looked like a crime or a misstep on his part simply because of who he was, he found it very difficult to recognize anything even remotely childlike on Reborn’s face. Tsuna might have been fooled back when he’d first met him, but it had been long enough that Tsuna found it impossible to get led astray by what Reborn looked like on the outside.

His eyes spoke true, anyway. Reborn’s gaze was older than anyone else that Tsuna knew.

“I’ll speak to to all of them,” Reborn murmured, voice serious, and just a little bit regretful.

Tsuna didn’t blame him, there was something to be said of being treated like you were normal. Tsuna didn’t begrudge Reborn the treatment - if anything, that was why he hadn’t spoken up about it till now. But enough was enough, really.

The hand that had been lingering on his back abruptly slid up to close around the nape of his neck, tightening and holding him in place.

“With this, are you done with that ridiculous talk of not being able to bear my company any longer?” Reborn drawled. And while his tone was casual, stiffness in the form below him told Tsuna just how serious he was.

It made Tsuna smile, soft and with enough fondness that Reborn’s face screwed up in distaste.

“I’ve managed to endure your company for more than half my life, Reborn. I think I can manage. That said, those weren’t exactly the words I’d used-”

“Well, that’s what you implied-”

“Why must everything turn into an argument with you-”

They stayed up the rest of night sniping at each other, grinning the entire while.

Age Gap Sentence Starters

Both platonic and romantic options. Adjust pronouns as necessary!

“Why do you want to hang out with an old guy/lady like me?”
“Aren’t you a bit too young for this?”
“Aren’t you a bit too old for this?”
“What can I say? I’m mature for my age.”
“You don’t think this is weird? Us hanging out like this?”
“Yeah, I admit it: I’ve got a thing for older guys/women.”
“Does that make me a cougar/rhino?”
“Mm, I do love me some silver fox.”
“My friends won’t quit making fun of me for ‘robbing the cradle.’”
“I don’t care how young/old you are! It won’t change how I feel about you.”
“We’re both legal, consenting adults. What does it matter?”
“Wait, you’re HOW old?!”
“Jeez, you could be my dad/mom!”
“We’re getting some weird looks.”
“I think they think you’re some sort of old pervert.”
“My parents don’t like us hanging out.”
“I don’t get it! We’re not doing anything wrong.”
“I never got along with people my own age.”
“Nobody cares who you hang out with once you hit 30.”
“We just need to hold off until you’re 18.”
“You’re way too young for me.”
“You’re way too old for me!”