look at that precious little shit

spoilers 13x07



Lucifer babe i love u so much, im so sorry you don’t have your grace

where’s mary

i never gonna be able to get over this chapter, i mean Luci and Castiel are so funny together i can’t even

don’t know what was more awesome if luci’s jokes or Dean knowing that Alexander was Keith


did someone else notice the look on dean’s faces when they about to kill sammy

Asmodeus you piece of crap, i hate you, i hope you die painfully.

there’s not much about the chapter i mean SQQQSFJHFEJHKEVINFNQEKJFB


we always talk about how pretty girls are but what about boys omg.

my boyfriend has the cuTEST little baby freckles that are sooooo light under his eyes and i stare at them all the time like wow. what a beautiful feature.

also when boys r soft when they wake up and have that deep voice and soft hair and pajamas on & they’re all warm ohmygoodness

don’t forget when they want 2 be held and they’re too shy or embarrassed to ask so they just kind of ,,,, slide ,,,, into the little spoon position

oh loRDT and the ones who’re obsessed w something like a specific video game or cartoon/show or something like that is so damn precious especially when barely anyone knows about it bc it’s ‘embarrassing’ for them and they trust u enough to tell u

anD o shit the way their arms look when they have a watch on like ,,,,, mmmmMMMMMM yes.

when they laugh. like. hardcore genuine cackle. devin barely ever does it but when it does i swear y’all i could cRY

smirks. bitch. yes.

i just. love. boys in sweatpants and sweaters and soft hair. pls. let me snuggle u while it snows or rains.

also giggles. ohmy.

when they have a self care routine. like yes. u angel. take care of u. don’t let anyone tell u caring for yourself is girly or gay. i love it and u.

feel free to add things.

i love boys fuCk especially mine even though he’s a bitch sometimes i adore him holy shit i cant wait to see him tomorroW


@shinyzango @squigglydigg

“One of these is a precious little cinnamon bun and the other’s aren’t,wonder which one.” -Squigg 

Add on your own Bendy guys and reblog this post with it added on, let’s get a little Bendy and the Ink Machine chain going!

Use the second image with the transparent background to places your flock Bendi around us.


So @hushowl did such a great job on illustrating the “love potion all over BH’s face ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)” scene ( https://hushowl.tumblr.com/post/160988191199/screeches-they-updated-irrisistable ) from one of the cutest freaking shit on the internet ( http://archiveofourown.org/works/10974198/chapters/24435012 ) named “Irresistible”, wirtten by amazing @gayblackhat . I just couldn’t resist and draw the rest of this precious gay moment.
Oh my, oh my. The returning of my fuckboi-looking BH, am I right?

ps. If you’re curious, in the first frame Demencia sorta tries to turn Flug towards her and punch the shit out of him ( probably because they were fighting all over this potion and Demencia is practically a lot stronger than Flug, so he would pass after one good shot ) but freezes after what they both saw.

ps2 It’s 2am here!! KILL ME!!!

ps3 I just saw that little typo I made in the last pannel. Fuck this. Just read the original fic. Maybe I’ll change that later…


Within the first two years of debut: “Look at these little buns.” “They’re so precious.” “Protect them.” “They deserve all the love in the world.”

Anytime after that: “This little shit.” “Stop. Doing. Aegyo.” “Fight me.” “Why do I stan you???” “Put you’re shirt back on.”


Me : I need to stop fangirling over 40 years old guys this is so stupid, they are like double my age and that is actually very wrong. If i was a parent, i would not be proud of myself. They are totally grown up men and they have kids, and I am still a teenager so..

Also me: Misha my little precious baby look at his smile I am in love with him and I wanna cuddle him and hug him and squeeze the shit out of him babyyyyyyyy. Look at his blue eyes and all and that beautiful smile of his.

Silly Kitty | Seokjin

Pairing: Seokjin x reader
Genre: Hybrid!AU, fluff, if u squint there’s a tiny bit of angst
Warnings: this is 21.7k of pure fluff god is dead and we killed him
Notes: I started out following the request and then it just got out of hand, I couldn’t stop myself oml this fic has been haunting me for WEEKS. also i deviated a lil from the request im sorry i love u I hope it doesn’t disappoint!!!!

just lots and lots of fluff I guess?? I love Jin so much but I don’t see a lot of love for him. Oh! Maybe something along those lines?… How about… desperate hybrid jin, stuck on the streets, who starts following the first person who shows him affection and them just not knowing what to do, doesn’t know the first thing about having to take care of more than just themselves? - jin anon

Originally posted by bwiseoks

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love me, touch me

Genre: Slice Of Life(?), Drama, Fluff, Angst, Romance

Warning(s): Vulgar Language, Hybrid Hate

Word Count: 1,048 words

Pairing: Shiba Inu! Hybrid! Jimin x Fem! Reader

Summary: You hate hybrids with a passion, at least that’s what you tell yourself. Your best friend, Amber, asks– or forces you to adopt a feral hybrid that’s meant to be put down.

Note: This story is my first, and its unedited. I’m very sorry in advance. Also there is little to no Jimin in this first part, but if this does well I’ll make a second part/complete this for people who like it.

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Originally posted by jiminrolls

Nothing but disgust.

That’s all you felt as soon as you were dragged into the Hybrid Center; pure disgust for all hybrids. To those who didn’t know you, you seemed like a young businesswoman working to help hybrid’s with their rights, but truthfully; you didn’t give a single damn about them, or their rights. Your family and friends knew that.

Being a hybrid lawyer was just apart of the job.

You watched as a couple ran their fingers through two twin hybrid’s hair, both obviously happy with what they found. Your eyes then flicked over to a worker carrying small newborn hybrid to a costumer. “Fuck hybrids, Amber.” You hissed low enough for the tomboy to hear.

She gave you a weak smile before clapping her hands together, “Let’s look at the newborns! Everyone is a sucker for babies, even you, [Name]. You would always talk about having kids with–!”

“I was six and naive, don’t talk about him.” You crossed your arms tightly, gripping your sweater hard. Amber instantly gave an apologetic look, her fingertips grazing your shoulder. You could hear a faint sorry leave her lips. “Whatever, let’s just see the kits.”


Your heart was melting as you watched the baby bunny hybrid in the nursery, the nurse holding it up for you to see. Shit, I’m soft. You thought wanting to hold the little guy. Even though you were practically softer than a baby’s butt, your outer exterior was still hard; minus the small smile you gave the baby.

“Tch,” Your tongue clicked against the roof of your mouth. “It’s not that cute, Amb.” You said looking over, finally noticing Amber was holding a pup, tears brimming her eyes.

“H- Huh?” Her voice cracked a little as she rubbed her face against the child’s, holding her closely. “Wanna adopt this lil’ one? She’s precious as hell.”

“Amber, can I have the baby back? You’ll see her on Monday, you know that.” A co-worker of Amber’s said trying to take the child away from her arms. “It’s #1,725’s nap time, so give ‘er up!”

The child was pried from Amber’s iron-like grip, and taken back to the Children’s Area. You stared at her, seeing her hunched over and reaching for the little girl.

“I should adopt again.” Amber murmured in her own little world, standing up straight. The part-timer did not need another mouth to feed, especially since she made as much as a McDonald’s worker. She had to feed three mouths, not including hers.

You flicked her temple, wanting her to get rid of those stupid thoughts. “No, now show me the damn hybrid we came here for.” You ordered leaning against the glass, stealing a few glances at the kits.

Baby bunnies can make anyone soft, the fuck was she thinking bringing me here?

Amber came back to her senses after a moment or two of silence. She nodded her head, looking around. “'Kay, but he’s in the Red Zone, we gotta get someone on duty to take us.”

“The Red Zone?”

“Mhm.” She hummed trying to spot someone certified for the Red Zone. “The Zone is for dangerous, or feral hybrids. It’s also were we put them down, and is typically off limits. But you’re [Name] [Last Name], a small girl with a big name.”

You stood there. She’s trying to get me to adopt some feral hybrid?

“Yo’, Jisoo!”


“Wow, [Name] [Last Name], thee hybrid specialist.” Jisoo murmured checking out your badges on her scanner. You raised a brow taking your ID back, shoving them into your wallet. “It says here you’ve never owned a hybrid, but you grew up–”

You cut off Jisoo, “Don’t tell me where I grew up. I just want to see your hybrid, #626.” You explained cutting to the chase. Jisoo nodded and apologized to you before giving Amber a look, escorting you both to the Red Zone.

“#626 was named after Stitch, from Lilo and Stitch, by Amber Liu, of course.” She informed you bringing up his bio on her scanner. “He was brought back multiple times when he was younger, but stopped that when he was around, sixteen years old.”

You were listening to Jisoo, but your eyes were also focused on how the lighting and wall color change from a beautiful baby blue to some weird combo of blue and red. Man this is creepy as shit. Jisoo stopped at blood red doors, flashing you a gentle smile before a camera came from the ceiling, scanning you call. The clear blue light that ran over your body changed to a bright green color, the doors buzzing loudly.

“#262, #624, #626!” Jisoo stood beside the door, allowing you to look through the small glass window. “#626 was brought back due to murdering his previous owner.” She murmured looking at you.

You stared at the hybrid who was curled up in the corner of the bare room, his eyes fixated on the rubber ball in the room. He flicked it with his fingers before closing his eyes, turning his head away from it. “Did #626 show any signs of being feral or was he still feral?”

“Mhm, no. The database says nothing about him being in a feral state.”

You backed away from the window and started walking towards the exit. Amber and Jisoo watched in confusion, neither women knew what to do or say.

“Fine, I’ll take #626.”


Amber stared at you as you drove the car back to her apartment. She couldn’t believe you signed the adoption papers, you actually signed them and filled every single thing out.

She was truly amazed.

You could feel her strong gaze on you are you shifted in your seat, coming to a red light. You ignored her stare by looking out the window, staring the the gas station. “Thank you, [Name], seriously.” Amber praised you smiling a little while moving her eyes somewhere else.

“I did it so you could stop riding my dick.”

“Well, I’ll stop riding your dick. But are you still gonna be my sugar momma, ‘cause I’ve got bills to pay, and I can’t pay them on a Hybrid Caretaker salary.”

You cracked a smile. “Yeah, sure. Just stay in school, dammit. You should be paying for me, unnie.”

And then I realized Prompto was my spirit animal: by someone who hasn’t finished chapter 4

+ riding shotgun is practically a necessity 
+ ♫♪ I. WANT TO RIDE MY CHOCOBO. ALL. DAAAAAY ♫♪ “Can’t get it out of my head!”
+ gun
+ “That’s right, you hate bugs” “Yeah, can’t stand ‘em”
+ why did you bring me along on this crazy ride again?? what is my purpose here alongside your private tutor/maid/mom friend and personal bodyguard???
+ photo hobby
+ super queer
+ “We’re alive! Let’s celebrate by eating something DEAD! (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧”
+ CHocObOs!!!1!!1!
+ HOPELESSLY PINING [I see you looking in the side mirror boy (¬ ⌣ ¬)]
+ *sigh* “Why do you have to be so photogenic?”
+ precious cinnamon roll, to good for this world, too pure™
+ but also potential to be a little shit

Originally posted by ffxvsnow

Prompto  Argentum

anonymous asked:

Hey this is just a request and I'm not paying for it or anything so feel free to take your time getting to this one but I've always wondered how the RFA would react if MC looked like the female version of Zen. White hair, red eyes, nice bone structure basically if Zen had been born a female he would've looked like MC but they aren't related to each other in any way. Have a nice day

✿ y’know, when i first got this, i had 0 ideas for it and then. and then jaehee’s section just hit me. after that i was so enamored by the image of girl!Zen dating the RFA that it just carried me on from there.

Thanks for the request! 


Yoosung is intimidated, and honestly, a bit overwhelmed.

You’re not quite Zen 2.0 - you’ve got different interests, a different personality, and aren’t quite as self-obsessed - but you really do look like a walking statue, with long, legs, flowing hair, and a fashion sense that could turn a man to stone. And you’re interested in him. Him. Little old plain Yoosung.

To say he’s sweating buckets would be an understatement. It’s like a torrential downpour.

It doesn’t help that he’s… always had a bit of a bro-crush on Zen - drinking together and getting all cuddly does that to you - and having feelings for you lets him express that in an uncomplicated way where he doesn’t have to think about his sexuality too much.

He gets kind of insecure sometimes, thinking that you’re too good for him - that, like Zen, you’re a natural star and should be with someone more suited to you. You laugh when he says that, tapping him on the nose and smiling at him. If you’re a star, than he is, too - your shooting star, your precious little comet that brings joy to the world.


zen is. zen is real confused.

On the one hand, you’re basically his ideal woman, because you’re athletic and the embodiment of physical perfection (given that you look so much like him and he’s a hot motherfucker). On the other hand, holy shit, you look a lot like him, are you SURE we aren’t related??? 

When you start flirting, Jaehee gets a little… weird about it. On the one hand, this reads like something straight out of those fantasies that she doesn’t want to admit to anyone she has. On the other, if you get together publicly, people might, er… get the wrong idea about you two, and spread rumors that are completely and entirely false.

Zen, in typical fashion, says fuck them. Not only are you smoking hot gorgeous and look amazing by his side, but you’re nice, and kind, and funny, and he’s not letting you go for anything in the world. 


The first time Jaehee sees your selfie, it’s when she walks into a conversation between you and Zen, when you’ve both discovered your uncanny resemblance and are bombarding each other with pictures of yourselves in various costumes and states of undress. You’re not an actor like Zen, no - you’re a gymnast, and much like the RFA’s favorite narcissist, you take absurd pride in your good looks and your elegant, ethereal form.

Oh, and your abs.

Your sweaty, muscley, perfectly formed abs.

(Here lies Jaehee, who imploded after being confronted by her rampant bisexuality.)

After Jaehee recovers (which takes awhile, because HOLY HELL, SO MANY PICTURES OF BOTH HIM AND YOU AND YOU ARE VERY??? VERY FLEXIBLE??? AND MAKE VERY NICE POSES??? AND OH MY GOD??? YOUR NOSE AND YOUR MOUTH AND YOUR JAWLINE ARE PERFECT???) she goes into a period of just. Disbelief. Completely flustered, uncomprehending disbelief because a.) she’s encountered a female version of sculpted perfection and b.) this goddess-like creature is SO NICE TO HER IT’S UNREAL. For weeks she is walking on air and not even Jumin’s workload can bring her down. Her feelings get a little more complicated when you start flirting with her, because this adds a completely new dynamic to the equation that she’d never once had with Zen, but she is So Incredibly and Absurdly Gay For You that she finds herself rendered a giddy schoolgirl when you so much as greet her in the chatroom.

It’s the first time she’s ever gotten to act like this in her entire life - just an innocent girl with a crush - and it’s incredibly endearing to see. Zen is so, so very proud.


When Zen realizes that you look like him, he feels a sense of kinship to you, automatically assuming that you’ll think like him too. To his surprise, you don’t… because for some ridiculous reason, you get along perfectly with Jumin.

This takes Jumin off guard a bit, and he’s not entirely sure how to react to this Zen-lookalike getting his sense of humor when he’s so used to bickering with the silver-haired actor. But your fine, flowing locks remind him of his precious Elizabeth, so he decides to focus on that association instead of the belligerent guy who puts a bad taste in his mouth.

Jumin seems unusually interested in the idea of making you wear kitty things - kitty ears, kitty sweaters, kitty shoes - and Zen loudly and angrily complains whenever photos of you in your cat get-ups surface in the chatroom, because it feels like a betrayal of everything he holds dear. Jumin thinks this is amusing, and also finds himself so incredibly into your general aesthetic that he gets genuinely morose that Zen would never join in.


His fallen star!!! His angora rabbit!!! His alien from another dimension, who holds the milky way in her hair!


Look, it’s basically canon that Seven thinks Zen is cute - look at how into sharing his photo he is. And now he’s got you? It’s like heaven! He’s so in love! Seriously, looking at you makes him giddy, because you’re just so incredibly striking.

His favorite past-time becomes getting you and Zen to dress up in matching outfits and then taking pictures of the pair of you. it’s endlessly entertaining to you, and you often convince Zen to indulge him because you like seeing Seven so happy.

020 + boyfriend!jungkook

cr. | 020. “you can borrow mine.”

“You’re such a little piece of shit.”

Jungkook can’t help but smile, both layers of teeth on display as he takes in your out-of-breath appearance and less that happy face. He thinks you look stupidly cute. You think he’s just stupid.

“Pray, tell, love, whatever do you mean,” he grins bigger (and otherwise you’d think he looked precious, ethereal even, but not after the stunt he’d just pulled), and leans against his doorframe.

“Don’t give me that, Jungkook. You’re the one that turned off my alarm when I was napping—you’re the reason I was late!”

You’re huffing and puffing and all sorts of outraged, but he still thinks you’re so cute. So fucking cute.

He laughs, it’s too angelic for someone with the soul of a demon, and crosses his arms. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. But since you’re here, wanna stay the night?”

And there it is. Only Jeon fucking Jungkook would turn off your alarm while you were sleeping and sabotage your chances of taking the late, and only, bus that runs on Saturdays to get back home because he was too prideful (and shy) to ask you to stay the night like any other normal boyfriend, or human being for that matter.

“What, no I—Jungkook, I want to go home and now it’s nearly eleven and there are no more busses and I have to spend eighty bucks on an Über because somebody thought it would be funny to—”

“You’re crazy if you think I’m going to let you spend eighty dollars on a cab service at this time of night.”

“Just twenty minutes ago you were okay with me dashing out of here like a madman to catch a bus that you knew I was going to miss.”

He grins again and places his oversized hands on the small of your back. “That’s because I knew you’d come running back to me, dear.”

You slap his chest and he chuckles with his head thrown back.

“What, not a fan of the nickname? What do you prefer? Love? Babe? Pumpkin? Noon—”

He flinches as your hand comes into contact with his chest again.

“I would prefer to be in bed,” you retort.

“Mine is available,” he hums, wrapping you in a full hug.

“And what about in the morning? I don’t have a toothbrush.”

“I have extras.”

“I don’t have a hairbrush.”

“I do.”

“Gross, your coconut head shavings are on that.”

“Alright, go out looking like a rabid raccoon for all I care.”

Another slap on his back.

“I didn’t bring any of my makeup.”

“You don’t need it.”

You roll your eyes. Cheeseball.

“I didn’t—”

“The only thing you don’t have is a reason not to come inside and cuddle up next to me.”

He murmurs his words into the crook of your neck, leaves a little kiss there after for good measure. “Come on, it’ll be fun. I’m a great cuddle buddy. Plus, you can help me kick Taehyung’s ass in Overwatch.”

He breaks the hug and tilts his head perfectly to the side. “Please?”

You roll your eyes again. “You’re such an overgrown puppy. But fine, except tomorrow you have to—”

You don’t have time to finish as Jungkook’s already dragging you inside, locking the door behind you and carrying you up the stairs. He screams about how much fun you’ll have and how this is going to be, in his words not yours, the best sleepover of all time; and you can’t help but wonder how this child is the same human being that sabotaged you and stood in the doorway with a devilish smirk on his face merely minutes ago. Jeon Jungkook sure is something.

He tosses you on his bed with the biggest smile of the night on his face. He thinks something is eerily right about the picture before him. You look good on his bed, not in a sexual way (although he’s not immune or shy to thoughts like that)—but you look at home in his bed. It feels nice, right, to have you here with him. It feels right to know that he’s gonna fall asleep next to you and that you’ll be here in the morning. He almost blushes and for once is thankful for your never ending string of questions that breaks his trance.

“Wait, Kook, I don’t have any pajamas,” you say.

And the smirk is back. “That’s fine, you can just sleep in your underwear.”

“Jeon Jungkook!” you toss a pillow him. He dodges it, of course, but that infectious laugh of his fills the room once again.

“I’m just joking, babe, relax,” he crawls and hovers above you, placing a gentle kiss on your cheek. “You can borrow mine.”

And then he kisses you for real and suddenly kicking Tae’s ass in Overwatch is long forgotten.

Love in the Morning (Nick Robinson Imagine)

A/N: I never write like this I really enjoyed it, so tell me what you think bbys.

Warnings: reference to sex, and bad naughty language I shouldn’t use but do anyway.

When I woke up, around 9 in the morning, I felt the hot sun dance on my skin, even though you could barely see it through the white curtains, that meant, somehow the sun had escaped in one of the gaps and captured me this morning. My eyes flickered open, to see the other side of the bed I was sleeping on was empty, but I wasn’t in my own bed.  Though it was okay, because I knew whose bed I was in, in fact I was in this bed more often than I was in my own bed, because this bed, indeed belonged to the man, the actor, the human who I call my lover.  Not boyfriend because boyfriend is the kind of word you use when you’re five-years old and you have atleast ten ‘boyfriends’ or it’s the word you tell you everyone that he is your ‘boyfriend’ because they don’t think of him as your 'lover’ since people these days don’t believe in love.  I do. Well I should do, because I am in love with the man downstairs.

My bones stretched until I became a clumsy swan who was trying to fly away from my problems, then slouched into my normal messy positioning, because I didn’t take yoga.  Damn who takes yoga, and genuinely believes it’s relaxing.  I don’t, that shit hurts. I was feeling the need to stand up until most of the white sheets draped off my shoulders and revealed my bare chest, I was naked - yet again. I was turning into a young boy adult who lived alone and always seemed to be walking round the house naked, without thinking I searched the draws for some underwear and threw on Nick’s shirt from last night, a baggy black shirt which would fit him fine, but me - no. My petite figure made the shirt seem so much oversized, you couldn’t even see my waist anymore, and thankfully reached to the top of my thigh so that it covered me. Now I was presentable, par from the fact I hadn’t wiped off my makeup from last night and became a panda but you know pandas are cute I can live with that, and my hair was everywhere and believe me when I say this: my hair was everywhere.  Therefore, I grabbed the bobble I own, and tied my hair up so it made up a cute ponytail. That was very hard to convince myself, that at nine in the morning after long night of sex and loving and makeup smudged on my face: I was cute.  

After going to the bathroom and persuading myself to brush my teeth, I followed the smell of food cooking, finding myself in the kitchen, where (in case you never knew) most the food is cooked.  WELL NO SHIT SHERLOCK. And there he stood tall and not very proud, but beautiful instead.

His hair was mess, just like mine, and desperately needed a cut which his mother told him every time she saw him, but it suited him nonetheless.  His eyes where relaxed and lazy like in that second, he going to fall asleep, his arms crossed across his bare chest.  The tracksuit bottoms clang to his waist, loosely, the way he’d wrap his arm across my shoulder. Nick was barely watching the bacon sizzling in the frying pan, instead watching me as I entered the room, his face softening to a delicate smile.  My favourite feature on him in that moment, was his collar bones, structured and precise, and you could see the dark marks I had left that night that looked just like the ones I had on my chest, and his back scratched just as if tiger had cawed at its prey, except I wasn’t that vicious.  Or was I?

“Good morning sexy,” he smirked, you could tell those were the first words he had spoken this morning, his voice hollow and husky yet gentle, drawing me towards him. Out of all the nouns he could have named me then he chose sexy, even though I was far from it in that moment.  I didn’t tell him that, instead I smiled and proceeded, because that was his opinion, no one should be told their opinion is wrong.

“Good morning beautiful,” I smiled back, my voice just as hollow.  Now I was stating a fact, because Nick is the most beautiful creature I had ever laid eyes on, despite chocolate.  Wait no Nick is way prettier. “Come on now, let me take charge of this bacon you are so called 'cooking’,” I snapped out of thinking Nick is beautiful to realise that our precious bacon was burning.

“No, my house my rules,” he retorted, causing me to frown back.  Little shit, never doing as he is told, but fuck he looked so good right now.

“Oh fuck it,” he grumbled throwing the bacon pan somewhere elsewhere and to grab my face smashing his coffee-tasting lips onto mine.

Then we made love on the kitchen table, it was dreadful sex, since we were so groggy none of us put the effort into it.  That didn’t matter, it never mattered, I was under an utter love spell that Mr Robinson had put me in under and I loved him, I would give my last breath up to tell him I love him. You may think that is sad and desperate but that’s the thing that love does to you, you would do anything and everything for the other person.  And I loved Nick Robinson.

anonymous asked:

"the same exact thing happened with the artist who draws the smash comics, too" this is ur local anon requesting another post discussing this please and thank youuuu

In the beginning, Aizawa was pretty scruffy (and ugly wtf was wrong with his hair it’s like he was wearing some kind of wig). I mean, his face looks fine despite how his chin randomly got really sharp at times, but I can’t get over his fucking hair why is it so ugly.

But as the smash went on, Aizawa got cuter. Don’t get me wrong he was still an extra piece of shit. This is him choosing to ride in the luggage compartment because his kids were too loud on the bus. (He still has lumpy ass hair though, but I’ll forgive him for it since he looks like a precious burrito in that last panel.)

Going further down the smash chapters, like Horikoshi, the smash artist started getting a little more familiar with the characters, leading to Aizawa looking less like a trash bag. Suit and wine glass Aizawa? Yes please. Still a little scruffy, but not nearly as much. His eyes got fuller too, turning on that moe pupil power.

But wait…. the moe power gets stronger. Look at his chubby little cheeks.

Seriously, just look at him. He’s a cute little rabbit, a far cry from his hobo attire.

In conclusion, Aizawa turns on his moe powers and becomes a cute piece of shit in the smash comics. Also, I’m jealous that All Might got to hold him T W I C E. (That unimpressed, cat eye stare…. I’m weak.)

anonymous asked:

RFA + minor trio please~ I don't admit this very often, but I'm a pretty casual cusser, so their reactions the first time they hear MC curse? Thank you~!

omg i love that you’re using “the minor trio” it just struck me at like 2 am and i thought it was adorable way to refer to the “desperately needs a route” club

okay okay I love this request here we go this got a bit goofier than i intended but w/e


  • what
  • but
  • princesses don’t swear!!!!
  • (well THIS PRINCESS DOES BUDDY [or prince or royal or whatever term of endearment u prefer])
  • You will wear your crown of profanity and rule over your trash kingdom in peace okay
  • Honestly Zen thinks it’s pretty sexy
  • Like every part of you is cute!!!
  • But when you swear it’s like
  • He’s imagining you as a biker chick or something. SO TOUGH. SO COOL.
  • Sometimes he tickles you and you swear at him and he’s just so delighted
  • he can never take it seriously though
  • unless you’re really mad at him
  • then he takes it really seriously.
  • He swears with you sometimes when you’re watching exciting things on TV. (like sports. and emotional dramas. and high-tension cooking shows.)


  • this precious little chick could never swear when his mom was around
  • never
  • n e v e r
  • it is now this super guilty forbidden pleasure so when he hears you just casually go “Ugh, fuck this shit” he’s like
  • ????
  • ?????!?
  • ?????!?!?!?!????!?!?!?!?!?!!!!!!
  • why aren’t you whispering omg someone could hear you!!!!
  • You just look at him and you’re like
  • What?
  • dude we’re alone in the apartment
  • Okay so you have to teach this boy how to swear
  • he’s a denizen of the internet how has he not learned this shit by now
  • He says ‘crumbs’ instead of ‘crap’ and ‘darn’ instead of ‘damn’
  • Like holy heckeronni Yoosung UR SO CUTE
  • (one time he gets really drunk and says you have a “damn fine ass” and you’re LIKE OH MY GOD YOOSUNG WHERE DID THAT COME FROM)
  • (he’s quoting something he saw on TV lmao)

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Sharp and Toews: Better Together

The almost-kiss that never was:

It’s pretty obvious that these two have an illicit love affair going - just look at their guilty faces, caught in the act.

Need more evidence? Here:

The “I love you so much you little shit” smiles:

That time Sharpy Cam was three parts close-ups of Tazer and one part bedroom wrestling with Seabs

More of Sharpy’s horribly obvious pigtail pulling:

Tazer showing his affection like the weirdo he is:

The “let me flop onto you I am so in love” moment:

That time he put on a helmet and decided to headbutt Sharpy because, why not?

Tazer’s weird love of messing with Sharpy’s jersey:

When Tazer was precious and clung on to Sharpy:

So… the conclusion?

Toews and Sharp: better together

Top 5 favorite: YA Fantasy series

Halloween has never been my thing, perhaps because where I come from (especially when I was a kid), it isn’t celebrated. I do find it the perfect excuse to talk about my favorite fantasy books. These books might not be spooky in general, but they have their moments!

1. Mara Dyer 

I took the first Mara Dyer-book home with me from the library without having any expectations. Once I started reading these books, it was impossible to put them down. The story’s about Mara, a high school student who’s been noticing strange accidents around her. Accidents she’s afraid she caused. Noah Shaw is Mara’s love interest and he’s so hot and brooding but also sweet and caring. They really are M.A.D.N.E.S.S. (sorry, inside joke). Mara also has a great best friend and a cool relationship with her brothers. 

2. The Grishaverse

If there’s one author everyone should give a shot it’s Leigh Bardugo. She can create a mystery and let her kick-ass characters solve it with a lot of action and a little bit of humor. I deliberately wrote Grishaverse, instead of trilogy because Leigh’s Six Of Crows-duology is set in the same universe. The setting of Six Of Crows is very different from the Grisha-books but just as good. Maybe even better…

3. Vampire Academy (and the Bloodlines spin-off)

About three years ago I read Richelle Mead’s VA-series, which is narrated by the witty Rose Hathaway. She’s a dhampir, a half human-half vampire, who’s in training to become her best friend Lissa’s, a royal vampire, guardian. When I first heard of this series I wasn’t entirely convinced, but once I started reading the first book, I couldn’t put it down! I read the entire VA-series in one week. Luckily after I was finished there was the spin-off, which is about Sydney Sage. She gets introduced in the fourth VA-book. Bloodlines isn’t better or worse, it is only different.

4. Shatter Me

Writing, or even thinking, about Tahereh Mafi’s Shatter Me-series always hurts a little bit. I’ve read this series twice. When I finished Ignite Me, I started all over again the next day. Tahereh’s writing is beautiful. She writes about the journey of Juliette, a girl with fatal powers, who’s captured and eventually used as a weapon. In Unravel Me there’s this really intense scene and every time I read it, something scares the shit out of me, like the doorbell. My heart hurt so badly from being startled that it still hurts when I think about it.

5. Precious Stone

If you’re looking for an adventure with mystery and great humor, Kerstin Gier’s books are for you. In this trilogy, she writes about time traveling and her character’s are hilarious! Once you’ve finished this book you’ll want to read more of her. Luckily her Silver-trilogy is also published in multiple languages.