When Jeongguk woke up again, snuggled into his sheets, it was already noon. A few feet away from him V had already set up his computer on the dinner table Jeongguk never used anyway, tapping away furiously on his keyboard. It was so weird and unnatural having V there with him, but at the same time V had sort of been with him for months already. Obviously not as close in the physical way, but V’s voice had been in his ear for so long it was just normal by now.
“Morning,” Jeongguk uttered, voice groggy with sleep. V answered with a slight noise that sounded just a little bit spiteful, and Jeongguk wasn’t sure what to make of it. “Did you sleep at all?”
“A little,” V answered, side-eyeing him. “You - you lied to me.”
But, knowing Robbie, it has to be a sport that he won’t have to overly exert himself doing.
Something like bowling.
Just- imagine the whole town collectively visiting a bowling alley together, and Robbie gets dragged along with them because they don’t want a repeat of what happened when they went to the beach without him that one time
Robbie is all grumbly at first and is being Mr. “I don’t want to play a SPORT, I can’t believe you’re doing this to me-”
But then Sportacus hands him a ball (a lighter one probably, since Robbie kinda has trouble with the heavier ones) and is like “Please just try a little bit. It’s fun. For me and the kids, please?”
And they are all just giving Robbie this LOOK like they all REALLY want him to do it and Robbie can’t handle the puppy dog faces so he lets out his over-exaggerated groan and is like “FINE-”
So he steps up to the lane and he bowls and being the secret genius that Robbie probably is, he calculates how to hit the pins in his head really quickly like, so quickly that he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it
And he ends up getting a spare or maybe even a strike on his very first try, and Robbie is just SHOCKED that it actually went that well, but everyone’s immediate reaction is to cheer and to praise him. Since Robbie is not used to things he does getting praised like that, he’s really flustered by it and gets kind of bashful about it
And he keeps bowling and he’s really on a roll because it turns out, Robbie is REALLY GOOD at bowling and is pretty much a natural at it, doing it better than anyone else there- he’s even bowling better than SPORTACUS
And Sportacus- boy, he is like, SUPER PROUD of Robbie like, you have no idea.
“You are SO good, Robbie! I am very happy that you are doing a sport! I am so proud of you!”
Robbie doesn’t even care about the fact that he’s playing a SPORT, he’s just super happy to find something that he’s really good at and getting complimented on it by Sportacus and all the kids feels REALLY good and it’s just- doing wonders to his ego and his self-confidence and he’s actually ENJOYING doing this physical activity and he’s so happy he’s VISIBLY HAPPY
He’s just having the time of his life excelling at something he assumed that he would be bad at, while doing it with people who are actually being nice and treating him like a friend all the while
At the end of the day, he admits that he LIKES bowling and it’s not just a huge victory to Sportacus hearing him say that, but to EVERYONE
We had a phone call with them just this morning and I don’t think I’ve ever heard Scott Moir as relaxed, as happy, you know as sunny as he was this morning. You know he can be just a little bit edgy, a little bit sarcastic and there was just none of that. He was just pure hearts and flowers. And they said that they have never been as prepared and as ready for a World Championship as they are this week.
hello i have received many asks about gifs and how i make them and how i color things so i finally decided to go for it and make this. clicky down below if you wanna see the underwhelming magic that goes into my mediocre gifs
hello ^^ for the drabble game can i request 24 with shinee key ♡
Kim Kibum: “I just want to be yours.”
“Just add a little bit more…”
Droplets of chemicals were pouring over the beaker, powders around the
room making her cough lightly as she tries to add just the right amount. There
wasn’t a potion-maker in this world as good as Kim Kibum and even when he was
young, youth pouring from his stylish demeanor and sassy personality, she
thought that learning from him was the best she could do. Her family, although
really good at potion-making as well, were slightly ashamed of who they had as
a daughter. In her own words and with the excuse she uses all the time, she
wasn’t interested in magic or in potions, they were like another subject of
high school that she didn’t want to see, hence why she was so concentrated in
learning now. After all, she had grown tired to be the talentless human in
between a family of witches and potion-makers.
Three drops of this royal blue liquid and the potion will be done.
Today, she was trying to make a friendship potion, which was one of the
silliest of them all –in her own opinion- but Kibum seemed to differ. In the
man’s words, it seemed like sentiment-based potions were stronger and more
delicate than the others. She sighs lightly as she picks up the woodened spoon,
stirring the contents quickly before a small smile appears over he features.
“Mhm, seems like you’re done.” Kibum’s sweet voice is heard in that
monotone tone of his as he takes off his lab jacket, only to have a striped
shirt underneath. He places his hands over her shoulders as he looks over at
the beaker before nodding his head. “The color seems right…” Kibum chuckles as
he releases her. “Let me try it.”
“What?!” She pulls the contents away as he tries to reach for it,
widening her eyes when she does so. “You said feeling-based potions were
“We’re already friends…I’ll be just checking if you did the potion
right.” At this point, she starts to wonder if she should let him. Kibum knew
much more than her, after all. “If you don’t want to, then that’s okay-”
“Drink it.” She places the small vase over his hand before crossing her
arms over her chest. “If it’s good then tell me. I want to let my family know that I’ve gotten
better.” At that moment, Kibum takes a swing of the drink and suddenly, the
contents are gone, only to have his eye shining brightly than ever and she
smiles sweetly. “Ooh, it seems like it worked.”
“I love you.” His lips pulled
out the words that she didn’t know of and her eyes widen immediately, making
her shake her head profusely. “God…I love you so much.” Kibum walks closer to
her and she gives a few steps back. Kibum was actually really handsome and in
another circumstances, she would’ve accepted his embrace –if he hadn’t drank a
love potion by accident, for example. His hands place themselves on each side
of her face as she’s pressed against the wall, a sweet smile over his features.
“I just want to be yours.”
This isn’t right.
“Kibum,” His dreamy eyes look into hers and she feels her knees growing
weak. If only he looked at her like that when he wasn’t dazed by magic…”If you
love me, you will answer this.”
“Anything.” He replies quickly as he tries to press his lips to hers,
only to have her pull back. Don’t make it
so hard on me, she thinks.
“Friendship potions need three drops of that blue liquid, right?” She
bites her bottom lip with a anticipation and Kibum chuckles, shaking his head
“They need thirteen drops,
silly.” He tells her softly before kissing her cheek swiftly. “Love potions are
the ones that use three!”
A #kitchentabletarot reading with the #slowholler tarot. It smells like New Orleans and feels like hands in warm, summer soil. This spring is about movement, figuring out paths. I’m going somewhere, just gotta be a little bit foolish.
omg archie and jug are so sweet in the new sneak peaks, i feel bad that shit is about to go down later in the episode. tho they do seem fine in pics for 1.09 so i guess this is just a little bit of angst for both bughead and jug and archie that ends well
yup. they seem like they’re going to make up very quickly, which is good because they share a room
Anon Asked: Alphaverse where shiro can’t find his lucky/favorite shirt and he finds it in Keith’s bed
Note: This happens just a little bit before the Kerberos mission. Keith and Shiro have been together for at least two years now, and they’ve graduated from boyfriends (just dating) to mates.
I’m still writing for this verse guys, so feel free to send in more situations.
Shiro isn’t going to coo. Keith is passed out on their bed, curled up under Shiro’s uniform jacket, with the collar pulled up just over his cute little nose. He’d caught the bug going around the Garrison, and when Shiro was forced to leave him this morning he’d been a sniffling grumpy ball of blankets. Apparently, sometime between now and then, he’d gotten up and grabbed Shiro’s jacket to fall asleep with. He probably couldn’t even smell Shiro on it with how his nose was clogged up. Just taking comfort in knowing that it did, like some sort of mate security blanket.
He is too adorable for words. Shiro carefully pulls his phone out. Checking to make sure it’s on silent before snapping a picture. New phone background for certain. He can already imagine the way Keith will blush and scrunch up his nose when he finds out. He always gets so flustered when Shiro gushes about how cute he is. He just doesn’t know how to handle it, which just makes Shiro want to gush about it more.
Now for the making him feel like a terrible person part of the day. Shiro really needs that jacket. A cadet in their over eagerness to shake his hand had dumped an entire glass of orange juice on the front of his uniform in the mess hall earlier. He has a meeting on the upcoming Kerberos mission later today, so he’d high tailed it back to their room to get a change of clothes. Only to find Keith not looking miserable for the first time in two days under the very article of clothing he needed.
Shiro reaches down and softly strokes the sleeping alpha’s cheek, “Keith, baby,” He whispers, “I need you to wake up.”
“Mmm?” Keith’s eyelids flutter. He nuzzles against Shiro’s hand, “Shiro,” He sighs, smiling tiredly up at him, “You’re back.”
“Fraid not baby,” Shiro runs his fingers through his hair smiling when Keith presses up into it, “I just need my jacket, then I’m off again.”
Keith makes a disappointed sound, fingers clutching the piece of clothing tighter. Shiro frowns. Keith had looked so comfortable before he arrived, “How about this. I’ll trade you for it,” Shiro unbuttons the shirt he’s wearing and holds it out to Keith. Unlike his dress jackets he has more than two dress shirts. He can just grab another clean one from the closet.
Keith peers at the proffered shirt for a moment, then snakes a hand out to grab it, “Deal,” He mumbles.
Shiro pulls the jacket off Keith and helps him arrange the shirt to cover him back up, “I’ll see you tonight, okay, love you,” Shiro whispers, kissing Keith’s temple before standing up.
I’ve had a remarkably productive Dead Dad Day. I made a pie he’d go nuts over (although the crust is way too sweet); did laundry; bought the ingredients for and made a nice sandwich; and sent out bills to a bunch of people. I’m even gonna work a little bit, just checking a few new sentences for Photography Historian.
I haven’t talked to my family, ‘cause I’m kind of trying to pretend this isn’t happening, and also I seem to mourn very differently from them anyway. My dad’s partner is over at my mom’s for dinner now yup and as I typed that they called. Everyone seems to be having an easier time this year, no surprise, but it’s still not a fun day. I hope I won’t be doing too much reliving of the week that followed over the next week. I’ve been good about nipping that stuff in the bud in general, but it’s harder during the actual time.
I had to move the yahrzeit candle to the kitchen because it had gotten to the flickering stage, and I feel irrationally upset over not being able to see it now. I also feel so emotionally hypersensitive that it’s almost like numbness, which is something I’m very familiar with but of course it’s particularly strong today.
I’m looking forward to therapy tomorrow, in any case.
Jim would never dare say it out loud, and he knows it’s wrong, but he can’t but enjoy it, just a little bit, when Bones works just a little too hard, just a little too long…He would never admit it, and he doesn’t encourage it, but Bones is positively adorable when he’s sleepy.
Jim smiles as his partner stumbles into their room, and moves immediately over to the couch where Jim is already waiting for him with open arms.
Leonard groans and immediately collapses, pressing his face into Jim’s stomach as he cards his fingers slowly through Leonard’s hair. “Welcome home,” he whispers.
is there anything you hope they’ll change from the manga in devilman crybaby?
i hope they clean up the “love reveal” just a little bit. satan saying he loves akira BECAUSE of the way his body is is just ridiculous and totally ruins the mood. i’m sure there are better ways to show that he is satan and loves akira at the same time.
22. What are their favourite insults to use? What do they insult people for? Or do they prefer to bitch behind someone’s back?
She’s just straight-up rude, any insults usually have something to do with their apperance (little elf, etc.). She’ll go off on someone if they tick her off just a little bit, and she’ll always say it to their face. She’ll throw a punch if she really likes ya.
8. Did they have pets as a child? Do they have pets as an adult? Do they like animals?
She loves animals, they’re delicious! But really, she does like wildlife of all varieties, especially the cute little guys that don’t have enough meat on their bones for her to want to shoot them. Never had any pets.
9. Do animals like them? Do they get on well with animals?
Yes and yes. Like I said, she’s never had a permanent pet or anything, but there’s been plenty of times where a rabbit will approach her while she’s resting, and they’ll enjoy each other’s company, and maybe she’ll toss it a carrot or two.
31. Do they drink? What are they like drunk? What are they like
hungover? How do they act when other people are drunk or hungover? Kind
She only started drinking when she got to Skyrim, where she had her first mead. She’s not a daily drinker or anything, but she keeps it up fairly regularly to be more like a TRUE Nord. Try as she might to change it, she’ll always be a featherweight, and get shit-faced after 2-3 bottles. When drunk, all her inhibitions disappear and she’ll spill her raw emotions and feelings
in a very loud obnoxious voice for anyone who can stand to listen.
24. What is their sleeping pattern like? Do they snore? What do they like to sleep on? A soft or hard mattress?
Sleeps all day, parties all night. No snoring, sleeps like a baby in his personal stony coffin placed atop a patch of earth dug up from the place of his birth.
35. What’s their guilty pleasure? What is their totally unguilty pleasure?
Sometimes she’ll take Dawnbreaker out of its safe-keeping place and hold it silently in an attempt to hear more of Meridia’s voice. She doesn’t let anyone, especially Aylen, know, since it’s kind of creepy. This is more or less just part of the phase she’s going through at the moment too, she won’t keep doing it for long.
She takes great pleasure in absorbing an encyclopedic amount of knowledge from books and repeating absolutely all of it to anyone who makes the mistake of asking her a trivial question.
25. What do they find funny? Do they have a good sense of humour? Are they funny themselves?
She tries to carry herself seriously most of the time, but her weakness for goofy lolsorandumb humor sometimes slips out in stifled giggles. She isn’t very funny herself.
26. How do they act when they’re happy? Do they sing? Dance? Hum? Or do they hide their emotions?
Very little things, like her posture will loosen up and she’ll smile more. It’s not like she’s intentionally trying to hide her emotions, she’s just subtle about it.
27. What makes them sad? Do they cry regularly? Do they cry openly or hide it? What are they like they are sad?
Hearing any sad stories from people she meets while on her pilgrimage across Skyrim’s temples really hit home with her, and she’ll shed a tear with them. Occasionally she’ll cry when she remembers the friend she lost in Chorrol, too.
28. What is their biggest fear? What in general scares them? How do they act when they’re scared?
She’s petrified by the thought of falling in battle against the forces of evil, or even worse, being resurrected by her foes after death. This thought only appears in her dreams, and usually ends with her waking in a cold sweat.
29. What do they do when they find out someone else’s fear? Do they tease them? Or get very over protective?
She would definitely get over-protective.
10. Do they like children? Do children like them? Do they have or want
any children? What would they be like as a parent? Or as a
She does like children, she has a strong motherly instinct. She’s certain she wants children some day, but now is not the right time in her life for it. She would be a very protective, caring mother; like the kind that will threaten to sue the school if her child is harmed.
Jefferson was actually v soft-spoken. He didn’t like speaking in front of crowds, but when he did, no one could ever hear him and by the end of his speech no one even knew what he said.
THEN you look at Daveed Diggs,,