just a testing something out

Imagine Your OTP

I remember this one time where two of my guy friends were sitting next to each other as always and when we received our scored test papers, one of them laughed at the other’s score and the argument they had was amazing

Person B: HOW COULD YOU?? HOW COULD YOU LAUGH AT ME WHEN I’M AT MY WORST??

Person A: Your score is so stupid haha what the hell—

Person B: THAT’S IT!! WE’RE THROUGH!

Person A: No— wait! Please, forgive me! I can change!

Person B: IT’S TOO LATE FOR THAT! YOU HAVE RIDICULED ME FAR ENOUGH! I AM FILING A DIVORCE!!

Person A: But— But what about our baby?!

Person B: I’M TAKING THE BABY WITH ME! HE DOESN’T DESERVE TO KNOW WHAT KIND OF FATHER HE HAS!

Person A: No!! Please, I love you!

Person C: What the fuck bro he just laughed at your test score how did you even turn that into something out of a drama jfc

Sweaters uwu

Rich Goranski’s presquip wardrobe is sweaters ok 

Witnesses (Jeff/Mads/Mull)

Words: 3000+

Warnings: A lot of cussing

A/N: This is kind of like a prologue? I wanted you all to see the dynamic between the three and the reader, to see if you like it :D


You pulled your bag over your shoulder, waiting for your friends to arrive. You glanced at your clock, sighing. They were already fifteen minutes late. As you typed away on your phone, you heard a loud bang. You jumped, looking up to see your friend Hercules Mulligan. He was grinning, showing you his bright smile. You sighed, putting your phone in your pocket.

“Thanks for scaring the hell out of me. You’re late, you know.” He glanced at his watch.

“No, you’re just early.” He plopped down next to you, swinging his arm around your shoulder. You pushed it away, and he pouted. “Come on, Y/N, don’t be like that.”

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In which Saiki comes across a charismatic little girl that somehow reminded him of a certain someone he was escaping from on his way home from school just now.

But he was sure he had never seen nor encountered this strange girl before in his life, so he was really troubled and bothered by the fact that this pink-haired kid caught up to him, grabbed his sleeve, and chanted with the most ecstatic voice full of glee a little toddler could muster,

“Daddy!”

TO BE CONTINUED (nah jk just a teaser for that idea where Saiki meets his future daughter)

  • MC: HOW COULD YOU?? HOW COULD YOU LAUGH AT ME WHEN I’M AT MY WORST??
  • Saeyoung: Your score is so stupid haha what the hell—
  • MC: THAT’S IT!! WE’RE THROUGH!
  • Saeyoung: No— wait! Please, forgive me! I can change!
  • MC: IT’S TOO LATE FOR THAT! YOU HAVE RIDICULED ME FAR ENOUGH! I AM FILING A DIVORCE!!
  • Saeyoung: But— But what about our baby?!
  • MC: I’M TAKING THE BABY WITH ME! HE DOESN’T DESERVE TO KNOW WHAT KIND OF FATHER HE HAS!!
  • Saeyoung: No!! Please, I love you!
  • Saeran: What the fuck he just laughed at your test score how did you even turn that into something out of a drama

DannyMay Day Twenty Seven: Phantom Planet Alternate OP / Alternate ED

…Furious can’t even begin to describe how she feels. It’s a tornado of emotions powerful enough to shake her to her core. So she takes a deep breath and makes the logical and rational decision.

She flying kicked him in the face.

The planet is saved. Thank goodness. That was probably the scariest twenty four hours of her life. she watches as all the other ghosts fly off the intangibility machine and into the portal. She definitely owes Phantom several apologies. An evil ghost would never do something on this grand a scale just to throw people off. He lands in the snow.

Everyone present swarms him. She finds it a bit strange that Manson and Foley are the first to greet him, and with such familiarity. But even more disorienting is the warmness with which the Fentons greet him. She thought they hated all ghosts with a passion. They say something to him she can’t hear. Then there’s a bright flash of light.

A ring of light appears at Phantom’s waist. She doesn’t think much of it, she’s seen him do that on occasion, right before he disappears. This time though, the ring splits in two and starts to travel up and down his body. She’s only slightly startled by that, but the nagging sense of apprehension won’t leave her alone.

As the rings travel up and down she sees a familiar pair of jeans and red trimmed tee shirt. Her pulse skyrockets. Danny Fenton. Danny Phantom. They’re the same person. Her brain overloads. All higher function ceases. It’s not possible. There’s no way. WHAT THE FUCK!?

The first to hit is the horror of what this revelation implies. This whole time she’s been hunting down the only real friend she has. LIKE A FUCKING ANIMAL. She’s says so many horrible things to him. Done so many painful things. She’s almost killed him on more than one occasion. Even after everything she did to him he still smiled at her in school. Still hung out with her. She feels like garbage.

Then the unbridled rage surfaces. How DARE he keep her in the dark about this. How could he just let her do all those horrible things. He knew she was the Red Huntress and he still kept her in the dark! He let her blast him out of the sky, let her capture him and torture him. She can’t hear the people clapping and cheering over the blood roaring in her ears.

She notices her father taking two slow steps back and away from her. He’s got good sense. She can feel her entire body shaking with rage. Her blood boiling hot under her skin. Even her suit is buzzing in the back of her consciousness. She begins her angry march over to the skinny, ghostly bastard.

As she’s making her way over to him the crowd parts like the Red Sea. Everyone can sense the murderous intent rolling off of her. He probably has a danger meter because it looks like he nearly gives himself whiplash trying to look over at her. She starts running.

He had no time to react and she doesn’t care. She jumps and performs a perfect flying kick aimed right at his face. She makes contact. The resounding thud is satisfying. She kicked him so hard that he reverted back into ghost form. She’s not sorry. He crashes into a heap of limbs and skids a good four feet. She lands Iron Man style, standing triumphantly over the idiot of a ghost boy. He stirs, holding his swollen, bruised and bleeding chin, he looks at her.

She’s glaring at him with so much intensity he recoils slightly. The typhoon of emotions she sees in his eyes just makes her angrier. He better say something quick or she’s gonna test out a new blaster on him.

“…yeah, I deserved that”

“You’re damn right you did! C'mon, we’re gonna have a long talk that may or may not result in me breaking all of your bones”

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Flyin’ Brian Pillman vs. Jushin Thunder Liger - WCW Superbrawl ‘92

4.75/5 (**** ¾) - Two of the best high flyers in the world in 1992 competiting for the WCW Light Heavyweight Championship. While the things these two were doing are standard place now, and can be seen on just about any high level indy show, the X-Division of Impact Wrestling, or 205 Live, it doesn’t diminish the appeal of a fantastic match that helped shape the style that’s wrestled today. This was well before Pillmans ankle injury, or Liger slowing down and changing for a more technical style, so both men were in their primes and at full speed, but also showing great ring psychology, with Liger working over Pillmans leg throughout and them countering each others moves. Just a perfectly paced 17 minute match with just about everything you could want from a wrestling match. If this exact match happened today, it would still be considered great, which is a testament to how well it aged considering it happened 25 years ago. I just wish this match could have happened in New Japan instead of WCW so there wouldn’t have been 'USA’ chants from the crowd.

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just a test, trying to figure something out, thanks for being patient

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Aaaaaand Lightgazer Apprentices. A masculine familiar to round out the fam.

Okay last of the Pastwalkers for now. I gotta drop off the map for the weekend anyways. I’m totally not hiding from how many notes their lore post got, noooo not at all. lol but yeah enjoy the 4th to those who celebrate it~

Best Friend confesses Series: Joshua

This is part seven of a series of Seventeen imagines. Feel free to message me and say who you want to see confessing next! Requests get done fast ;)

For as long as you’ve been friends, Joshua has been trying to pester you into learning how to play guitar. He wants to teach you all sorts of songs, especially because you constantly compliment his playing. But you keep refusing. You don’t really know why, but it’s such a habit now that you keep it up, even if it does make Josh look sad each time. 

Right now, you eye Joshua’s guitar sitting in the corner of the room, wondering how long it will take him to get bored and start playing it on this lazy Sunday afternoon. Sun is streaming in the windows and lighting the whole place up and sending dust motes spinning like tiny crystals in the air. As much as you love all the boys in Seventeen, your favorite days are days like this, just hanging out around the dorms with ‘95 line while you and Joshua roll your eyes at the antics of S.Coups and Jeonghan. 

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Liveshow Part 2 (Dan x Reader)

Character: Daniel Howell (danisnotonfire)

Fandom: Phandom/Youtubers

Categories: Reader Insert, Female!Reader, Fluff

Title: Callback


READ PART 1 FIRST! ;)



WARNING: Pretty damn fluffy and cuteness overload, you’ve been warned! ;)


The silence was killing me. But what was even worse than the torture of the emptiness that filled the room was the fact that Y/N’s eyes wouldn’t leave me.

For fuck’s safe, I was probably blushing like a teenage girl!

“Can you stop staring at me?” After a long pause, I finally gathered up the courage to speak up.

I cautiously glanced at her and saw something that warmed my heart and deeply embarrassed me at the same time. The way Y/N was looking at me.

My friend was looking at me like I was the sky during the night, filled with the beautiful stars that light it all up. Like I was the most wonderful thing in the world. I could read her mind at that moment, and I knew how adorable she thought I was.

“Why are you so shy all of a sudden, Dan?” That bloody smug smirk plastered on her soft lips was so attractive that it soothed my anger.

And I was determined to keep on seething until the embarrassment eventually disappeared, but she was making it hard for me.

“I just kissed you in front of the whole world and expressed how adorable I think you are!”

“Could be worse” My friend wiggled her eyebrows, making a dramatic pause. “You could have kissed me in the lips”

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anonymous asked:

Could you do one with Junkrat, Mei, Lucio, Roadhog with a s/o that has both of their arms and legs gone so they have robot prosthetics and they feel like no one should like/love them because they're not whole? Your writing is fantastic and I enjoyed reading it.

Would love to write for you, and thank you so much! I hope you don’t mind them as head cannons, and if you were hoping for short stories, just send me another with maybe two of these characters and I’ll write out a little scenario for them. Also, i’m REALLY sorry because after writing these, i realized i manipulated the scenerio’s a little. I seem good at doing that, never the exact same scenerio. So i’m really sorry but i hope these work

Junkrat

  • Fell in love with you after you lost your limbs
  • Junkrat was there getting himself a new peg leg when he saw you sitting on Mercy’s table, slowly testing out one of your prosthetic hands
  • There’s just something about a strong individual who has suffered so much and still goes through each day head on that catches his eyes
  • Is a bit of a goof-ball around you, unsure how to woo you but figuring you might fall for his silly ways at some point
  • Losing your limbs was rather hard on you and honestly, its really hard to think that anyone could love someone who isn’t whole
  • Yet you can’t help smiling when that stinky man is around, making silly jokes or faces or making sweet and yet ridiculous remarks
  • One time Junkrat said you were beautiful after a day of working out
  • You had to choke back your tears and tell him not to lie to you
  • Junkrat had straightened his back, offended, before pulling you into a long kiss that was likely the sweetest of your life
  • Then he’d said never to say that again, because it wasn’t the body that made a person beautiful, and it was the person inside it…and he knew what kind of person you were
  • The thought that your disfigurement didn’t seem to bother him in the slightest had your eyes welling with tears, and Junkrat in his panic just patted your back and spent the next 15 minutes going between ‘I love you’s’ and ‘Ohh smile! look at the silly face!’in an attempt to make you feel better
  • And honestly, you felt better then you had ever since the accident

Roadhog

  • Is more of the silent type, and had fallen for you before you lost your limbs
  • Never spoke up about it till after
  • Since Roadhog was always around Junkrat and seemed to have experience with people with prosthetic limbs, Mercy asked if Road hog could help you get used to your limbs since he had the time
  • The accident and losing your limbs kind of left you in a state of numbness. You wouldn’t speak to anyone
  • Roadhog didn’t speak either, and in a way you found comfort in that and how his non-judgemental his gaze was. For days you just spent time in your room, him going in and out and helping you flex and clean your prosthetic limbs.
  • One day, you noticed him come in without his mask and your eyes flicked up to him. It was the first real emotion you showed, as you frowned
  • Upon seeing your look, immediately Roadhog backed up slightly and started toward the door.
  • “No!” you had said, leaping to your feet and wobbling for a second. Then you carefully walked toward him and grabbed his arm. “Don’t go. Its okay, I like your face.” The words sounded awkward and after a moment, the two of you started to laugh. You noticed how warm his bellow was and giggled at how heartfelt it was.
  • “You should laugh more,” Roadhog grumbled, smiling hesitantly at you, almost a tad shy.
  • Blinking, you blushed slightly and looked away, reaching up to push back your hair…at the sight of the prosthetic limbs, you immediately felt sad again. “What point is there to laugh?”
  • Roadhog lifted your hand after a moment, and pressed his lips against it, before turning away slightly in embarrassment. “Because its one of the prettiest sounds in the world. Almost as pretty as the sight of you.”
  • What he said shocked you and at first, you didn’t believe him. But as Roadhog spent more time with you, and the two of you became closer and closer, you realized that maybe prosthetic limbs weren’t the end of the world, and that maybe there were still reasons in life to laugh

(Sorry for how long that one was. Not used to doing Roadhog, so i hope it was okay)

Lucio

  • The two of you were dating before the accident
  • Was there when it occurred, and there when the doctors said your limbs would have to be amputated. It was optional but only at the cost of you staying in bed for the rest of your life
  • Honestly, you didn’t want to. It scared you so bad, even as Lucio tightly held fingers that could feel nothing, and you didn’t want to end up like that
  • Lucio though was more worried for your health, and finally you conceded after he begged and begged. Lucio wasn’t ready for you to give up on the world yet, to stop seeing all that it had in store for you
  • Your biggest support in the world was Lucio, though it was difficult to think of anything else other then that you’d be deformed and no one would look at you again.
  • At one point Lucio had gone for coffee and came back only to find you crying. The surgery was in two hours and you were terrified. These were your last moments with flesh limbs. Would everything be the same after that?
  • Lucio walked over, sat on the edge and leaned in for a soft kiss. Wiping away your tears, he’d smiled softly and watched you with understanding eyes. “Y/n, can you tell me…am i less of a man for having these prosthetic legs?”
  • Sniffling, you’d slowly shook your head. It had never bothered you, that he’d had prosthetic legs. It made Lucio who he was, had molded him. It had helped form a man you loved dearly.
  • “If it does not make me less of a person, then why would you having all prosthetic limbs make you any less of a person?” Lucio asked gently. “Y/N, you are a beautiful and strong person. That won’t change with these new limbs. And neither will my love for you.”
  • Deep down, you knew it to be true and attempted to stop crying. Instead of stopping you, Lucio crawled into bed and pulled you tighter to him. Together you two snuggled until it was time for surgery.
  • Lucio was with you every moment after, helping you get used to your prosthetic limbs and showing you that flesh didn’t make the person.

Mei

  • The two of you were already married when you ended up in an accident. That night she had rushed to the hospital in a panic, afraid and crying in fear that she might lose you
  • When the doctors said they couldn’t save your limbs, Mei wasn’t upset as much as relieved that she wouldn’t be losing you. You were her world
  • It took her a little though to realize though that you weren’t as happy as her about just surviving
  • When Mei realized that you hated your limbs and were deeply depressed, she tried all she could to help you. Therapy, sitting and talking, trying to get maybe Lucio or Genji to talk to you…None of it worked
  • You wouldn’t leave your stupor, wouldn’t leave your room…
  • One day she sat on the edge of your bed, taking your hand and her face was covered in tears. You wanted to hug her, to take away the tears but your own pain blinded you
  • “I…know that your hurting right now. Its unfair of me to think everything would just be..okay. And i know most people would quit…but…y/n, i want you to know i love you,” she had said tearfully in chinese, hugging you tightly. “And that i meant it when we took our vows. I will love and support you, till death do us part. But please…don’t leave me. Not yet.”
  • You couldn’t understand…why Mei loved you so much. Honestly, half of your depression, of your pulling back…was because you were so afraid that she wouldn’t love you like this. What person wanted to love a freak? Thats all you thought of yourself as.
  • Yet…it hurt, more, to see her suffering like this. Just as it touched your heart to hear her say that. Mei, although shy, was strong and very serious when she set her mind to something.
  • “But my body…” you whispered, and it was the first time you’d spoken in days.
  • “Is no different from when i fell in love with you. Flesh, metal…i don’t care. We’re married and I love you, y/n! Thats all that matters to me and i swear, nothing will EVER change that!” Mei whispered, hugging you tightly. And for the first time, you hugged her back since the accident and cried.
  • It felt good, letting out the pain and honestly, you realized that for her, you wanted to try. To try harder because she was worth the effort. Your love was worth the effort.

Dan: HOW COULD YOU?? HOW COULD YOU LAUGH AT ME WHEN I’M AT MY WORST??

Phil: Your score is so stupid haha what the hell—

Dan: THAT’S IT!! WE’RE THROUGH!

Phil: No— wait! Please, forgive me! I can change!

Dan: IT’S TOO LATE FOR THAT! YOU HAVE RIDICULED ME FAR ENOUGH! I AM FILING A DIVORCE!!

Phil: But— But what about our baby?!

Dan: I’M TAKING THE BABY WITH ME! HE DOESN’T DESERVE TO KNOW WHAT KIND OF FATHER HE HAS!

Phil: No!! Please, I love you!

Chris: What the fuck mate he just laughed at your test score how did you even turn that into something out of a drama jfc