look at the long noodle legs

Sometimes I have to laugh at the galra designs, from a purely affectionate frame of mind, because like. They’re so goshdanged lanky.

When they’re in action or in movement it’s all fluid and streamlined and intimidating looking, like- this species was probably developed at least partially to run down prey in a savanna or comparable setting like a pack of hyenas or a lion pride hunting- they’re built like sprinters, with those long, whippy limbs and big powerful hands.

But just hanging around, they look. Kind of hilarious, honestly, like. there’s just too much limb and shoulder for their head. If Kolivan, Antok and Ulaz didn’t have their fingers curled their fingertips would be on a level with their knees. They’re practically noodle people. Even more sturdy-built ones like Antok, Morvok, and Varkon have that whippy, elongated quality to them- stark with Morvok because he’s not even particularly tall, making his proportionate gangliness even odder-looking to a degree.

And I mean, on a general level, the looking a little silly thing is pretty much par the course for most creatures in nature. A cheetah could sure mess me up but their body and legs look too long for the rest of them. If anything that similarity between cheetahs and the galra might suggest galra are generally built less for endurance and more for sprinting, which would be reinforced because a common tactic in the Blade of Marmora’s fighting style is taking opponents on at a full run. (Keith does this too, even!) Big ribcage for big lung capacity, quite possibly a larger heart, long legs with (generally) well-defined calves and thighs- probably a build for running.

…Now I’m stuck on stuff I’ve said before about prey drives, and if the galra are more adapted to run things down rather than ambush them, they’re probably pretty good at tracking movement. Especially smaller things running in front of them. 

jealous

summary; shawn gets jealous when another guy comes into the picture, but he doesn’t exactly know how to voice his feelings

warning; slight profanity

MASTERLIST || REQUEST


Having a best friend that also was the captain of the basketball team definitely had its perks. You’d always have a front row seat saved for you at every game, and because Shawn didn’t have a girlfriend, you were the person he’d ask to wear his jersey around school on game days. This usually left many girls at your school envious, but you were grateful to be walking around campus with your best friend’s last name on your back. It was a nice feeling knowing that between all of the girls that threw themselves at Shawn and his other friends, you were that one that he asked to be wearing his number and name.

The game tonight would be a big match-up for your school, North High, as the basketball team would be playing your long time rival, West Bay Academy. It was often a game that was packed especially since it was a home game for North High School, and it was a game you didn’t wanna miss. What brought the match-up even more hype was how this game would determine who moved on to regionals since both the North High and West Bay basketball teams were undefeated.

The game has been the only thing Shawn has talked about since last season when the team came short and lost by just two points. It also didn’t help that he already had some beef with West Bay’s team captain, Nathan Martin, which was another reason why he wanted to win so bad. He’s only brought up Nathan once, but that was enough for you to know that he didn’t like the boy. Your childhood bestfriend never told you why he hated him so much, but you knew it’s been another motive and reason for Shawn to win this game. Ever since then, he’s been on the court from dusk to dawn training and perfecting his shots and skill. Both being seniors, you understood how much Shawn wanted this win under his belt before graduating from North High as his excitement soon became yours aswell. It concerned you how often he was working out, but you knew how much he wanted to take this win for the school and himself.

You took your seat in the blue stand as students wearing blue and black, your school colors, started flooding the room. Soon enough, the gym was crowded with people from both North High and West Bay, meaning the game would start any minute.

Right as that though occurred, the cheerleaders ran across the court and did their usual mini routine before your principal at the microphone introduced the teams. You couldn’t help but grin from ear to ear as you saw Shawn run out of the locker room doors. You could already see the concentration and hunger in his usually bright, topaz eyes. Bringing yourself to your feet, you cheered loudly for Shawn as they introduced him as a part of the team’s starting five. His eyes searched for you in the crowd until his eyes met yours. Winking at you before turning his attention back on the refs, you were left with a creeping pink blush.

You weren’t gonna deny it when it came to your best friend; Shawn was definitely good-looking and had a smile that would send any person into the sky. He knew all of the right words to flatter someone, and he knew how to treat people. He was charming all around, making it no mystery why so many girls craved to be acknowledged by him. Admittedly, you had a major crush on him in your sophomore year and many grades leading up to that, but you quickly pushed away the thought and possibility of ruining a great friendship between the two of you. The two of you have known each other since the 2nd grade and you didn’t want to put that on the line. Embarrassingly enough, you still might’ve had a small crush on him, but luckily it was tiny enough to be able to push to the side. Shawn never showed any signs of being interested in you – not like you were his type anyways. He always seemed to go for the more outgoing and loud girls, someone who’d balance out his just as chirpy personality.

All while reevaluating your feelings for Shawn, all 10 players on the court circled around the center of the floor for the jump. The suspense was already thickening at the air, the crowd silent as the referee tossed the ball into the air. You clapped as the ball was passed to Shawn, who was already making his way through the tall defenders. He hastily yet smoothly dribbled up to the three-point line to shoot, exactly how you’d seen him do behind closed doors in practice a million times. As the net made the sound of a ‘swish’ you and the crowd went wild.

All in the same minute, a player from the opposing team went in for the layup successfully, making the score an already tight 3-2, with Shawn’s team leading. This was going to be a game for the books.

By halftime, North High was winning with a comfortable yet high 73-56 on the scoreboard. Shawn had already dropped 24 of those points, and you couldn’t be any happier for your best friend. All of his hard work was finally being showcased in front of everyone tonight, and by the look on his face, you knew Shawn was thinking the same. He was definitely humble about his talents, but always appreciated the praise that came from the rowdy student crowd.

When the referee blew the whistle indicating the third quarter would be starting in a matter of seconds, a wink that was sent your way caught your eye. It wasn’t the familiar silly type of wink that belonged to Shawn, but it was from a player on West Bay’s team. You didn’t recognize him, but that didn’t stop you from blushing for the second time tonight. You looked away to cover the rising red hue coming to your face but as you looked up, the unknown player was still looking at you, adorned with his bright smile. Sure, he was cute, but you brushed it off your shoulder suspecting that the gesture probably wasn’t even meant for you.

Your cue to snap out of your daydreams came when the crowd roared again, telling you that someone had scored. The score moved up to 75-56, meaning North High just got another two points. Looking around for who might’ve gotten those points, your questions were answered when you heard the gym chant Shawn’s name. Before you had any more time to ponder, Shawn stole the ball from the other team, sprinting down the court with the ball dribbling in his right hand. His arms and legs flexed as he worked on taking the ball down the court. You couldn’t help but stare at his back muscles stiffly flexing through the thin material of his jersey. Shawn slightly turned his head to look over his shoulder, making sure no one was there to stop him. Leaping, he went in for the dunk, making it. Rising to your feet alongside the rest of your school, you cheered for Shawn and the dunk. At least his long noodle legs were finally good for something you giggled to yourself.

This night couldn’t have gotten any better for Shawn. Not only had he scored over a third of North High’s points for tonight, but it looked like the win would be going to him and his team tonight. You could see the passion and excitement shine through him as he ran down the court with a grin.

By the time there was only ten seconds remaining in the last quarter, you checked the score to see it be 103-89. You knew that there was no way West Bay would be able to catch up by now, and ran down the court to congratulate Shawn and the team once the timer drained and the sound of buzzer consumed the whole gym.

He immediately brought you in for a hug as soon as you tapped his shoulder.

“Hey watch it, you’re sweaty and smelly,” You teased at your best friend.

“Oh shut it, Y/N. Don’t kill my vibe,” Shawn laughed back. He was still energetic from the adrenaline of the game, his arms shaking off the nerves that he usually gathered from any match.

“I’m so proud of you. You kicked some butt out there,” You said, hugging Shawn tighter.

The two of you hugged for who knows how long before he was forced to let go by his waiting team. They all lined up near the microphone and huddled around the coach and principal. Some were even making their own circle around Shawn who without a doubt, had been the star player tonight.

“Everyone congratulate your new district champs! They will be moving on to regionals in two weeks!” Your principal enthusiastically shouted through the mic. If the gym wasn’t already loud with school pride, it definitely was now. The trophy was handed to Shawn as he raised it towards the ceiling, marking your school’s basketball team as the new champions. A year’s worth of hard work payed off, and you were more than glad to witness the important night for your bestfriend and school.

After all was said and done, Shawn headed back to the locker room with his team to freshen up before the two of you would go out for a celebratory dinner. It was a tradition for the two of you to always go to the diner a few minutes away from the school to celebrate a win. Shawn even ditched the rest of his team to go, and even though you insisted to raincheck on the dinner, he wouldn’t budge. You loved how he always out your friendship in front of everything else, and it almost made you feel selfish for taking him away from his team especially on this special night.

While you were waiting in the stands watching the court and gym clear out, the same person who winked at you earlier seemed to be approaching and waving at you. Looking around to see if he was trying to grab someone else’s attention you were the only person in your stand’s area to your dismay. Telling yourself to calm down and to just be yourself, you shot him a smile in return.

The boy had straight brown hair – slightly lighter than Shawn’s – and the brightest blue eyes. Similar to your best friend, he was sweaty and looked just as tired from just playing the intense game that just took place moments ago.

You mentally slapped yourself for probably staring too long, but he was definitely cute. Okay, he was hot.

He stopped just a few feet away from you before he introduced himself. “Hey, I’m know that we don’t know each other, but I’d like that to change,” he said while scratching the back of his head. “I saw you from the stands and couldn’t help but notice how beautiful you are,” The boy said to you as you raised your eyebrows. “Oh, and I promise I don’t go doing this to every girl I see at games,” He explained as if he was just reading your thoughts.

You giggled and took your chance, “Well, I’d love to get to know you too. You’re from West Bay?” You ask, trying to carry on the conversation. Immediately, you realize how dumb you sounded. He’s wearing a West Bay jersey, and just played in the game, what do you think, idiot?

He didn’t point out your stupid question but instead nodded his head and laughed. “Yep! I’m Nate, by the way,” He stuck out his hand and you shook it.

“Y/N,” You introduced yourself. The name ‘Nate’ sounded awfully familiar, but you couldn’t put your tongue on it.

“Oh, you did really good tonight, by the way,” You added for courtesy even though your eyes were only on Shawn the whole night.

“Thank you,” He laughed. “Although it’s a little hard to play well when you see a gorgeous girl in the stands,” He said as you covered your hot face. This boy knew what he was doing to you, and he didn’t need you to respond to know that his flirting had an effect on you.

“Anyways,” He snapped you out of your embarrassment, “Here’s my number. Maybe we can talk and hang out in the next week or two? I gotta go, but hopefully we’ll see each other very soon. Bye Y/N,” Nate said before giving you another smile and wink before walking towards the gym exit.

Taking the slip of paper that had his scribbled digits, you wave him goodbye. You probably looked crazy, staring off into no where, but your mind instantly brought you to the perfect date setting. Nate would be there, and the two of you would be laughing, learning about one another, and enjoying each other’s company.

Noticing that Shawn was heading out of the locker room, you ran over to him and gave the now freshened up boy a hug. “I don’t know if I told you this yet, but you did amazing tonight, Shawny. I’m so proud of my bestfriend!” You squealed. “And that dunk? Oh my gosh, I wish I got that on camera! What a way to end the season, huh?” You raved.

“I’m glad you enjoyed the game,” He chuckled, reaching his hand over to your head to mess up your hair.

“You know I’d never miss one of your games,” You replied while wrapping an arm around his waist. It was like the perfect fit, especially since he was so much taller and bigger than you.

Shawn thanked you and draped his long arm over your shoulders. The two of you talked more about the game and future championships for a little before he stopped mid sentence to ask another question.

“What’s up with you?” Shawn continued walking over to the stands with you. “You’re red as a tomato and won’t stop laughing like an idiot. Oh my gosh, please don’t tell me it’s because of that boy you were talking to,” He giggles while lightly nudging your shoulder.

You don’t even try to lie to him.

“Oh crap, you saw that?” You chuckle to yourself before starting, “Okay, well, this guy who played on West Bay’s team came up to me and we just talked for a little,” You said, hoping that Shawn wouldn’t prod into the details any further.

“Hmm… are you sure that’s all that happened?” Shawn joked with a serious tone underlying in his question. He knew you were hiding something.

“Okay, okay, fine. He also gave me his number and might’ve maybe called me gorgeous. He asked to hang out soon, but I’m pretty sure he just said that to be nice,” You spill.

Shawn’s eyebrows perked up for a split second before he recovered. “Aww, my little Y/N is growing up and getting some,” He wiggled his thick eyebrows, as you groaned into his side. “What’s his name? Do you think he’s cute?” He always asked these type of questions when you talked about any guy you met.

You might’ve been excited, but that didn’t stop you from noticing that Shawn’s body had straightened and that he had a forced smile all while saying this. His flat tone was a dead giveaway that he wasn’t as ecstatic about Nate as you. Deciding that it was probably from how tired he was, you didn’t press on.

“I think he said it was Nate,” You answer, not completely sure. “He was pretty good looking, I guess.”

You wait for a reply from Shawn, but it never comes. Turning to your right to face him, his jaw is tightened and fists are clenched. As the two of you walk around the gym to greet everyone who came out to watch, you became aware of how Shawn lost the excitement he usually had after a win. His thank you’s sounded empty and conversations seemed rushed as if he didn’t want to be in the gym anymore.

“Shawn? Everything alright? You’re not gonna tell me how you think the game went? Not even about all those threes you made?” You ask worriedly. You tried mentioning the game’s highlights in hopes of getting a few words out of Shawn, but you found yourself receiving no answer from your childhood bestfriend.

Did you do something wrong? You’ve known him since the two of you were seven, but you’ve never seen this type of expression on his face. His usually chirpy and bright face was now traded with…anger? This was like the face he would make when he’d talk about beating West Bay, but almost even worse.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” He says through his teeth. Shawn’s fists were clenching around his car keys.

You were about to say something about dinner to lighten the mood, but you got cut off by Shawn.

“You said Nate was his name?” He questions while you nod in confirmation.

“Brown hair?” You nod.

“Nice smile?” You nod.

“Blue eyes?” You find yourself nodding again, confused. Did Shawn know Nate? You didn’t remember seeing anyone like Nate at last year’s game, but then again, it was a year ago.

Fuckboy?” Shawn says, emphasizing this description from the others.

Taken aback for a minute, you stop in your tracks.

“Excuse me?” You question.

“Un-fucking-believable,” You catch Shawn muttering under his breath as he briskly walks away from you.

You get close enough to him to grab his arm and somewhat slow him down.

“What are you going on about Shawn? Do you know him?”

“Does the name Nathan Martin maybe lighten a damn light bulb in that head of yours?” Shawn snaps, and your eyes widen. No wonder why the name ‘Nate’ sounded so familiar, it must’ve been a nickname that he used of Nathan.

Wait,” You pause, “You’re telling me that the Nate who just tried to hit on me,” You stop again, “Is the same very Nathan that you’ve had beef with for the last year? The same very person that you claim to hate?”

Your best friend nods, but never meets your stare. How did you not recognize the name the minute Nate introduced himself to you? You felt stupid, but didn’t understand why Shawn had to be so harsh. Was he jealous? No, he couldn’t be. He doesn’t like you and has never showed any interest in you. Maybe you were overthinking things, but you had your reasons.

Before you could say anything else, he’s already back to walking away from you. Figuring that it’d be best to not press him on until you guys were sitting in the car, you quietly trail behind the six foot boy. His footsteps are rushed, making it hard for you to keep up with him. You almost have to run to his car to make sure he wouldn’t drive off without you.

Once you click the seat belt of your passenger seat, you look over to look at Shawn’s face. His features are a little more relaxed, but he’s gripping the steering wheel so tight, that his knuckles are showing white. This was the last scenario you would’ve imagined to happen, especially after a win that Shawn has been going on about for the past year.

You wait for when you’re halfway to the restaurant to resume the conversation you and Shawn had in the gym.

“Shawn?” You speak barely above a whisper.

“Yes Y/N?” He sighs while keeping his eyes on the road ahead.

“Why do you hate Nathan so much? Like I get that you were mad about the loss last year, but there has to be another reason. You can trust me, Shawn.” You coo.

Taking a deep breath, Shawn looks you in the eyes. “You really wanna know?” He asks, while you frantically nod your head ‘yes’.

He waits a few seconds before he begins. “Do you remember the girl I had a huge crush on at the beginning of junior year?”

A little hurt at the memory, you nod your head. You knew Shawn had a crush on a girl last year, but he never went into much detail on what happened between the two of them. You both considered each other your bestfriends, but when it came to dating, Shawn was always closed off about his romantic life. All you knew was that she went to West Bay and that they talked back and forth a lot. Not a day went by that Shawn wouldn’t mention how much he liked the girl, but one day it all stopped. When you tried to ask him what happened, he’d get upset and would try to change the subject.

“Well as you know, she went to West Bay and we had a thing. Ask anyone, and they’d say the same. We were exclusive, but not exclusive if that makes sense? We had a thing for each other, but it was nothing official.” He tried to explain the complicated relationship.

You gesture for him to go on with the story.

“We talked back and forth and even went on some dates for a few months before I finally decided to man up and ask her out one night. I was so nervous, but I just wanted to be able to call her mine. I was so head over heels for this girl, it was insane,” He closes his eyes at the stop light as if he were reminiscing.

“The night I was going to ask her out, I was going to decorate her room with balloons and flowers, and then ask her to be my girlfriend. Cliche, I know, but I didn’t know any better way. I texted her and when she told me she was out of the house and busy, I headed straight to her house where her mom let me in after I explained everything. When I got to her room, the lights were already on, but I didn’t think much of it until I heard some noise coming from behind the door. I know I should’ve knocked, but I stupidly opened the door to see Nathan Martin and the girl of my dreams at the time sucking off each other’s faces and practically naked. If I were to open the door any later, I’m pretty sure I would’ve walked in on a much worse scene,” Shawn paused for a minute and slowed into the parking lot of your favorite food spot.

To say the least, you were completely speechless. You didn’t know whether to hug him or tell him to drive you to the girl’s house so you could beat the living shit out of her. You were protective of your bestfriend, and tried to hold in your slight anger that was bubbling inside you.

“I-I’m so sorry, Shawn. No one should have to go through that,” You said while putting your hand on his. “She didn’t deserve you. It was her loss.”

“But wait, there’s more,” Your best friend says in a sarcastic tone. “When I confronted her, she told me that she was only using me as a rebound and a way to get Nate, her ex-boyfriend, back. She chose him over me and told me to leave. I don’t know if it was because I was so embarrassed or hurt, but I was crushed. I’m obviously way over it, but I remember being so upset over it that I didn’t leave my room for the next two weeks. After that day and the night of last year’s game, I wanted to whoop him and his stupid little West Bay team’s ass. Nathan stole what would’ve been my girl; he took away the girl I was crazy for,” He stopped talking to close his eyes. His face no longer showed anger or hate, but instead remorse and hurt. The diner’s bright sign lit up his now calm face, bringing the conversation to a more relaxed level.

You thought he was finished with his story until he opened his mouth again. “He did it once, and I guess he’s about to do it again,” Shawn sighed.

Wait

Did you hear that right? What did he mean that Nathan would do it again? Did Shawn like someone that he didn’t tell you about? Not gonna lie, you were slightly hurt that you best friend of almost ten years wouldn’t tell you about his crush, but you decided to put him before yourself.

“What do you mean someone else, Shawn? Who?” You were dreading the answer.

He laughs and you become even more afraid of his reply. “Isn’t it obvious? Y/N, do you seriously not get it?” You were taken aback, and almost felt stupid. Did Shawn have a thing with another girl while you were thinking that you might’ve just maybe, had a chance with him?

You open your mouth to speak, but you’re interrupted. “I like you. You’re just too damn oblivious to see it. I’m jealous and I feel so stupid for it, but I can treat you so much better than Nate could ever.”

Now, it was your turn to be quiet. You and Shawn were sitting in his car parked in front of the restaurant right after he just confessed his feelings for you. For what must’ve been the millionth time, you were speechless, dazed, and confused.

Shawn liked you? He liked you back? You’ve been waiting for this moment since 8th grade, but something felt wrong. Shawn was too good for you, it just felt too good to be true. As the butterflies in your stomach settle down, you try to find the right words to say, but didn’t even get the chance to speak before Shawn adds on.

“Actually, scratch that,” You could feel your heart beating through your chest when he said that. What was he trying to do? Was this just a sick prank?

“I love you Y/N.” He breathed.

You try to find you words, and after a few seconds, you muster up the words that you only imagined saying to Shawn in your dreams. “I l-like you t-” And before you could say anything else, his lips were latched to yours. His body leaned over the glove compartment to grab your face closer to his as you lace your fingers in his still damp curls. The heat between the two of you soon became one as there was no distinct space lying in between. It was a short kiss, but you’ve never felt any butterflies like this. You could no longer tell if this was real life or not, but if this was a dream, you never wanted to wake up.

“Please give us a chance Y/N. And if you just wanna be friends after all of this, I get it. I just can’t live knowing that I never tried. Nate doesn’t deserve you. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to say this. I love you, Y/N. So, so much. So much more than that dick can. Can we just try?” Shawn rambled. You’d never think you’d live the day to be hearing those words from your bestfriend. It was like a scene out of a movie.

“Okay, let’s try it” You say, going in for another peck. You were surprised at how calm you were, but being around Shawn made everything feel so calm, so natural.

“Now can we please get some food? I’m starving,” You tease.

Shawn nodded his head, undoing his seatbelt of his jeep and running to the door of the diner to open it for you. He asked if he could hold your hand and of course, you obliged. You have held hands with Shawn before, but this time it was different. This time, there was feelings and meaning behind it. You felt on top of the world, and suddenly, your conversation with Nate just less than an hour before seemed much more insignificant.

“Who knew it’d take your enemy and jealously to get us here,” You joked as the two of you walked through the doors of the diner hand in hand.


JEALOUS + BESTFRIEND SHAWN IS HONESTLY THE BEST COMBO DON’T @ ME

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some more gorillaz headcanons
  • murdoc is actually pretty decent at voguing and can pull off a flawless death drop. he does it whenever he’s not getting his way and wants to be petulant about it. there have been a lot of arguments in which murdoc is about to lose but instead drops to the ground suddenly and slides away on his back, whining “you can’t maaaaake meeeee.” he’s been doing it less as he gets older but he’s still not allowed to come on supermarket trips anymore. last time russ wouldn’t let him get the sugary cereal he wanted and he death dropped in the middle of the aisle and caused a scene and a cleanup on aisle 4. 
  • everyone steals everyone else’s nail polish, even though as a whole the band has over 400 different bottles. this sometimes leads to really passive-aggressive messages in the group chat. when noodle was little, she insisted on painting everyone’s nails for them; this doesn’t happen as much anymore, but since there’s always a bottle of nail polish somewhere in reach, long conversations between people tend to be held over a communal nail painting session. 2d still can’t paint the nails on his left hand; murdoc usually paints them for him. 

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people bitch about the saloonatics art style but i don’t get it because saloonatics is one of the very few eddisodes that actually make the gang pop out! for example, matthew has a pointy nose, long noodle legs etc. edward’s body is rounder and bubbly and thompson has wider legs and thin arms and the list goes on (just look at their refs sheets)

i really love their designs in that eddisode because it gives them more personality!

Here’s a fic based on the first part of this post w/ College AU klance, Lance sick and stranded at the airport, and Keith knowing what caretaking is.

For Lance, bad news comes in the form of a woman’s voice, calmly notifying the lobby full of passengers that their flight to Michigan has been delayed for five hours due to severe weather conditions. His stomach drops. Uncomfortable dread washes over him. He can’t take another five hours in the airport, he just can’t.

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I really wanted to do a happy group picture with the four of these guys.  ’D’s being held up by the sheer power of his stupid long legs, and was probably dropped minuets later. Murdoc looks like an angsty teen, and I made up a new outfit for noodle.

and a shitty comic as well on the bottom there. 2Ds still pissed about the whale.

enjoy, I guess.

anonymous asked:

💙 with Suga...☺️

Kitten: 

“YOONGI! YOONGI COME EAT!” I yell as I pour noodles into a bowl and I walk into the front room to watch TV. I hear a groan and I get up going into my shared room. 

“Yoongi-ah get your ass up now!” I whine grabbing the little fur ball by his tail. 

Yoongi pokes his messy bed head up his black ears resting against his head as his black tail sways back and forth. 

“Are you going to sleep your life away?” I ask him as I brace my hands on my hips. He rubs his eyes as he stands up slowly his tank top falling down and his baller shorts unbunching. 

“Don’t be mad at me. You know how hard it is to control my body?” Suga asks me placing a kiss on my lips as he grabs my hand walking me to the front room with him. 

I found Yoongi a few months ago. He was sitting behind the trash can on a rainy night looking for food. I brought him home and kept him with me and he seemed strange. I thought his tail and ears were fake until I pulled on them. Scared the little thing half to death he wouldn’t come near me for a week. 

He has been a great help though. He cleans up when I’m at work and he is always a great cuddler. I love when his warm blooded body is pressed against me as I play in his ears or stroke his tail. His purrs ripping from his throat as he sits there in content. 

“—?” Yoongi asks me and I open my eyes wide realizing I had been dreaming. 

“H-huh?” I ask him as he stares at me. 

“What are you thinking about?” He asks me tickling my nose with his tail making me blush as he eats his food his ears flexing in delight. 

“About when we met. And how happy you’ve made me.” I say scratching the back of my head blushing softly. He smirks at me putting his bowl down as he climbs in my lap placing his hands on my chest as his wags his tail back and forth. 

“You love me?” He asks softly licking my cheek. 

“Of course I do. If I didn’t you wouldn’t be living here. I would’ve given you away.” I say pecking his lips softly. 

“Your the best owner I’ve ever had.” He says as I stroke his cheek. 

“But I’m more then that Yoongi. I’m your girlfriend.” I say with a pout and he kisses my lips. 

“I know and hopefully one day you will be my wife.” He says smiling at me as he gets off my lap finishing his noodles. 

“Do you think you would be able to face those people looking the way you do?” I ask him with a hint of worry in my voice. 

“I don’t care what the other think as long as I am with you.” He says making my heart flutter as I stare at him in awe. 

“I’m so lucky to have you.” I say softly and he giggles. 

“Your stealing my lines.” He says laughing at me. 

When he finishes his noodles he cleans up the dishes before he comes and snuggles beside me as we turn on a romantic film and I let him lay on my chest as both of us look at the screen his legs between mine as the cover drape across our body.

I start to play with his ears scratching behind them softly and I feel his tail starting to move the covers as he gets excited. I start to hear purrs fall from his chest rumbling against mine. I kiss the top of his head softly as he falls into a soft snore. 

“I’ll never find no one as good as you.” He says twisting his face to kiss my lips and I laugh kissing him back. 

“Now whose stealing my lines?” I ask him and he giggles with a hum before he drifts off to sleep on my chest.

wolfstarshines  asked:

You answered a post a while back that was comparing munchkin cats to ferrets and you mentioned that ferrets have proportionally long legs. I've been looking up pics of ferret skeletons and I'm so amazed by those weird noodle creatures 😂 There's no real point to this ask I guess. I just wanted to let you know that I enjoy your blog and always seem to learn something​ cool from you. Keep being you!

They are certainly strange little noodles.

Personally I often refer to them as kitten souls possessing a sock puppet.

(Randy Toroni’s Ferret Skeleton Drawing)

The original Munchkin cat discussion is here.

3

     “Why did I agree to this?!” you gasped.

     Your legs felt like lead as you trudged along behind Sam, dragging your feet and complaining with what little breath you had to spare as you watched your boyfriend’s broad form disappear in a cloud of running-shoe-disturbed dust.complaining with what little breath you had to spare as you watched your boyfriend’s broad form disappear in a cloud of running-shoe-disturbed dust.

     When you finally reached the end of the Sam’s planned route you practically wept for joy. The dull grey concrete of the bunker had never looked quite so beautiful.

     You fumbled for your keys and nearly fell through the front door, just barely managing to haul the heavy metal slab back into place before your legs gave out. Once safely inside you promptly collapsed on the stairs’ top landing, leaning back against the cool steel door that soothed your overheated skin.

     You tried not to glare as Sam bounded up the stairs with a bright smile and a water bottle in hand.

     “So…” Sam crouched down in front of you with a grin that made you want to punch his annoyingly perfect face. “How’d it go?”

      You glowered up at Sam and blew a stray piece of damp hair out of your face. “Terrible.”

     His response was a low laugh.

     “Here,” Sam said, handing you a water bottle full of blue liquid. “Electrolytes. Drink up.”

     You eyed him suspiciously and then reached out to take the drink, downing it in one long swig and handing it back to him when you were finished with a sigh.

     He laughed again. You guessed it must be incredibly amusing to have a physically inept girlfriend.

     “See, now what’d I tell ya? It wasn’t that bad.”

    “Wasn’t that bad?!”

     You used your anger as fuel to pull yourself up off the ground, stumbling when your noodle legs were once again forced to hold you up and reluctantly taking Sam’s outstretched hand for balance. You steadied yourself and crossed your arms over your chest, looking up at your mountain of a boyfriend and throwing him your best bitch face.

     “Mark my words, Sam Winchester. There was nothing about your little morning torture session that ‘wasn’t that bad’.” You added air quotes around the words. “My legs are burning, I couldn’t go more than a few steps without a bug flying in my face, and – and now I’m all sweaty!”

     You let out a sharp breath to punctuate your irritation. Sam simply smiled and looked you over from head to toe, eyes unashamedly lingering on your sweat-sheened chest.

     You caught where Sam’s gaze had stalled and shook your head in a vain attempt at disapproval, walking up and poking his sculpted chest. “Oh no, don’t you look at me like that! I’m mad at you, remember?”

     Sam reached out and wrapped his arm around your waist before you had a chance to protest, pulling you flush with his body and trapping your accusatory hand between the two of you.

     “You know,” Sam said in a low, rough voice. “I think I could use a shower.”

     He leaned in close and brushed his lips over the shell of your ear, melting away your anger with each calculated move.

     “Wanna join me?”


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What happened to Hiro’s sneakers?

I don’t know if I’m the only one who realized, but while Hiro had sneakers while in battle suit in the film:

Now Hiro seems to wear boots in the series (sorry for the bad quality of the 1st pic):

At first I was like “why, I love the noodle’s sneakers!”

Also, in the book “Hiro’s Journal” Hiro said he prefered sneakers to boots for the following reasons:

of course he would say they look cooler, what a nerd

But let us be realistic here, for a sec. Let’s take a look and see what is wrong:

look at his twig legs we don’t call him a noodle for nothing haha

Can you see the huge part of bare skin? From the half of his shin to the ankle, Hiro has a visible vulnerable spot. Let’s remember the noodle is fighting dangerous criminalshere.

Who knows what might happen. Maybe he’d get hit, tripped, clawed, slashed, grabbed, get a chemical or a dangerous projectile thrown at his legs, etc. Long story short, the chances of injuries are greater with his skin visible to villains who don’t care that Hiro is still a 14 year old kid.

So my guesses for Hiro wearing boots instead of his original sneakers are:

  • Hiro is still pretty smart and decided to wear boots for a reason of security by himself (but that would surprise me because the kid is stubborn as hell and too obstinate thus increasing his chances to get in trouble, also the nerd really loves sneakers)
  • More realistically, Hiro learned the hard way and got injured during a mission :/ (MY POOR BABY NOOOO!!!)
  • Baymax reminded him that a body part without proper protection could be more susceptible to injuries (before or after Hiro gets injured, Baymax would because he’s Baymax)
  • I’m telling a bunch of BS and the creators of the show simply thought Hiro would look better with boots

Hello! I’ve has this character, Lucien, for about 3 years now! I really am so impressed on how much I have improven since my first drawing of him, but I feel like I could do better! Would you mind giving me some helpful tips on how to make my beautiful boy more beautiful?


Hi! I think Lucien is very cute! The horns wackiness reminds me of Homestuck and his clothes remind me of an old OC I had eons ago! I think you did a good job with the face and hair and horns. I can see that you worked to construct the body too from the eraser marks. It’s always good to do this! The clothing details are very nice as well.

I think a big issue is more with the anatomy and posing. It’s a bit stiff and I was confused as to what the post was? I assume he was just kind of floating so there was no real anchor here to gravity.

So this is the redline I have of your figure. I think there is a bit of noodleness going on with the limbs as well as the length being a bit off. The arms look like they would be too long, reaching to the knee rather than mid calf.

The fingers are also hard to determine. The are sort of claw right?

I wanted to try to make the pose a bit less stiff.To do that I moved one of the legs and I curled the tail around to bring the eye back into the figure rather than off the page. Long things like tails are a great way to direct attention.I think the silhouette looks more interesting now too!

Continue working with Lucien! I’m sure he will continue to grow as you do! ♥

Chapter 6

Robyn

I literally woke up with a big goofy smile on my face. The only thing I could think about was how good Kai made me feel last night. After we were finished at my place, we went back to his. I knew my legs were like noodles so I wasn’t even gone attempt to walk.

I managed to take a quick bath since Kai was downstairs doing lord knows what, but I literally was limping. I think the hot bath made my legs better though.

“You finally up?” Kai asked as he came in scratching his head. He had on his durag, boxers, and socks looking like a whole full course meal. Kai didn’t even have to try.

“Yea, how long was I sleep?”

“10 hours g..” he shook his head with a smile as my eyes widened. That’s honestly a blessing for me. No wonder I woke up feeling refreshed.

“Haven’t gotten sleep like that since I was in the womb.” I admitted, making Kai laugh. It was true. I’ve always had trouble staying asleep growing up and I still do. Maybe I need Kai to dick me down every night.

“I made breakfast.. you hungry?” He said as he grabbed a pair of sweats out of his drawer before slipping them on.

“Yes, but you gotta carry me.” I smiled as he winked at me before coming to pick me up bridal style.

As he carried me to the kitchen, the mixture of different foods filled my nose and it smelled lovely. When Kai sat me down on one of the high chairs, I gasped at what was in front of me.

“Kaiden! You didn’t have to do this, thank you!” I said still in disbelief. I was shocked because I didn’t think he could cook and because he made a whole feast. He must’ve loved our little event from last night because he doesn’t even cook for himself.

“Yea I did.. its my way of apologizing from spazzin’ last night. I hate fighting wit you, especially over small shit. Plus, you put it on a nigga.. I ain’t even gone lie.” He grinned at me as he ate a piece of a strawberry. Just when I was about to thank him again, his phone started ringing.

“Hello?” He answered, giving me the hold on signal with his finger.

“Ma, I got comp-” Ma? I know that isn’t short for mom, which is short for mother.

“You outside?” I looked down at my attire and mentally cursed to myself.

“Uh baby.. my mom’s outside and I’m pretty sure you don’t want her seeing you like this so you might wanna go put on some clothes. I mean it don’t matter to me but..” he assured me, referring to the red bra and panties I had put on specially for him since it was his favorite color. Scratch that, did he say his mom?

“Kai I know you did not just say your damn mama.” He looked at me with a look of sympathy on his face because he knew I wasn’t ready to meet her yet. Especially when I just got done riding her son’s dick into the sunset. How could he?

He’s told me many stories about his mom, and she seems like a sweet lady. I don’t really care if anyone doesn’t like me, but I WANT his mom to. Meeting her like this just gives me bad vibes. I swear Ima kill Kai when she leaves.

“We ain’t got time to discuss this ma, just go throw some shit on.” He said as he jogged towards his living room. I swear this nigga probably set this whole thing up.

I ran up the stairs so fast, I almost busted my damn ass in the process.

Shaking my head in slight anger, I snatched off my bandeau and replaced it with a plain T shirt and a pair of biker shorts. That was appropriate enough I guess.

Leaving my hair in its ponytail, I took a deep breath before making my way down the stairs where I heard Kai, his mom, and his brother.

“Baby, who’s got you cooking? Every time I try to get you to cook with me, you never want to.” I heard her say to him as I chuckled lowly. When I was at the last stair, I hurriedly walked to the kitchen to show my face.

I didn’t even step a toe in there yet and they were already looking at me. A smile immediately spread across his mother’s face as she walked up closer to me. Wyd?

“Buttercup! Is this the one you’ve been talking my ear off about?” She looked at Kai as he nodded and smirked at me. Wow, he’s been talking to his mom about me? Kai trying to earn some cool points I see.

“My little almond! Come, come!” She said anxiously as she motioned for me to come and hug her. Kai and his brother were too busy laughing at the fact that she nicknamed me her little almond, but I didn’t care. I thought it was cute. Her dimples were the cutest.

She was just a gorgeous little petite lady with long black hair. Her black didn’t crack at all. She looked like she could be his sister.

“Hi Ms-”

“Honey, you can call me Kaidyn or mama Kai.” She assured me as she released me from the hug. She smelled like fruit.

I’m guessing Kai was named after her. I didn’t feel comfortable just flat out calling her by her government yet, so Mama Kai it is for now.

“Kai talks about you all the time! You raised him into a great, respectful young man and I want to thank you for that. The way he treats women is incredible.” I explained to her as she nodded.

Kai was always saying how didn’t disrespect women because he came from one and grew up in a house hold full of them. Plus, he wouldn’t want anyone disrespecting his mother.

“Yes, I’m very thankful that he remembers what I taught him. He will not stop calling me every night about you, Ms. Robyn. You’re even prettier in person.”

“Thank you, you’re gorgeous.”

“Ma, when we gone eat?”

“Who is we? I made this for my baby and mama.” Kai rose an eyebrow at his brother. They were forever being mean to each other. I don’t know if that’s how they express their love or what.

“You need help Mama Kai?” I asked once I noticed she was setting up the table.

“Oh no baby, thanks for asking though.” She gave me a big smile as she started to get out some plates for all of us. I forgot that Kai had told me that she was a chef, so of course she’d enjoy doing this.

“So Mama Kai, I hear you’re a chef..”

“Yes ma'am, I have a passion for cooking. Ever since I was little, I’d always be in the kitchen helping my mother cook. Kai obviously does too, but he thinks it’s "gay”.“ She explained, shaking her head at the end of the sentence.

"Kai why? I think it’s cute.”

“Why you gotta put me on the spot like that, ma?” He said as he looked down at her. Kai was a good 6'5, so he was the tallest in here.

“Boy please, wait til I show her your baby pictures.”

“So what about you Robyn?”

“Well, I have a passion for designing clothes. I’m launching my Summer Collection in a few weeks. I’ve gotten as far as designing hundreds of prom dresses, wardrobe for Met Gala, many award shows, and I’m currently working on a makeup line for my girls of color.” I explained confidently, as she nodded with a look that said she was impressed.

“That’s great! I wish you nothing but more success in the future. I might have to get you to design my wedding dress.” She smirked at me as I nodded. I would love that.

Once she had brought us our plates, no words were said. Everybody was just eating, and the food was so damn good. I honestly haven’t had cooking this good since my mom.

**

Popping a piece of gum in my mouth, I grabbed my purse and carefully walked down the stairs. I had on heels, and I would hate to break my ankles trying to be cute going down the stairs.

When I reached the last stair, I seen Jaylen in the kitchen munching on whatever. Probably a bunch of junk food.

“Where you going wit ya nipples out?” He smirked as he winked at me.

“A place.” I stated dryly, trying not to get too carried away in the conversation.

“Damn, what a nigga do now? You being all dry and shit.” He got serious and looked down at me. I went into the fridge and grabbed one of my waters before sitting on the couch since Winter wasn’t here yet. She was forever taking her sweet ass time.

I didn’t want to ignore him I just.. I don’t know.

“So you don’t hear me? Aight cool.” He nodded before leaving and slamming the door in the process. I knew one of his biggest pet peeves was being ignored, so I don’t know why I would do that. He’d never do me like that.

“I’m so stupid.” I sighed as I put my head in my hands. I was honestly confused. I just wish Jaylen wouldn’t have said what he said to Kai, because if he didn’t things would be so different. I’m not even gonna put all the blame on Jaylen because it was both of them. Sometimes Kai doesn’t know how to let stuff go and he gets mad too fast.

*Flashback*

I’ve been out dragging Kai with me all day to buy new fabric. The way I’ve been working, I was bound to run out.

Both of us were tired as hell and since my place was closer, I just decided to go there. Hopefully O was in his room.

Jaylen 🤡: wya

I was honestly too lazy to text back so I would have to get to him later. I knew Kai was tired of holding all my damn bags so I hurriedly unlocked the door.

As soon as I waited for Kai to come in, I couldn’t believe who I seen on the couch. Jaylen was about to speak until he saw Kai come behind me and kiss my neck. “I’ll be in ya room sleep.”

“Fuck you doing with this buster ass nigga?” Jaylen stood up, pointing to  Kai. Kai stopped dead in his tracks and turned around to make sure Jaylen wasn’t talking to him.

“Fuck you said?”

“I said fuck you d-”

“Jaylen!” I yelled, not wanting this to go further. I swear Jaylen doesn’t know how to shut up. I saw Kai come closer so I tried to hold him back but failed miserably.

“Nah watch out, let him repeat that shit.” He stood there waiting for him to go on. Jaylen waved him off as if he wasn’t here and turned back to me.

“So this why you be some-timing Robyn? Cause you got a nigga now? You stopped fucking with me for this monkey ass nigga?”

“Yea she got a nigga now. Fuck you worried bout my girl for? Wit this damn over processed perm you got.” I didn’t even get a chance to talk.

“Look here coochie beard, once again I ain’t talking to you. Did ya mom not teach you to speak when you spoken to? Damn.” He aggravatingly sighed. Jesus..

“You guys ch-” I started to say but was cut off.

“Ion give a fuck if you talking to me or not, the fuck you worried bout my girl for? She good, she don’t need to be talking to you.” He said, which Jaylen found funny. I really hope he wasn’t about to do or say anything stupid.

“Since you know everything and y'all so gucci, was she ya girl when we was just on the phone two nights ago? Was she ya girl when we was just chillin’ on Wednesday? Was she ya girl when she was letting me touch all up on her? Was she ya girl when I ate her puss-”

That’s all it took for Kai to charge for Jaylen and deck him right in the mouth. Next thing I know, I saw him pull something from the waistband of his jeans and my heart dropped. “Talk that shit now, bitch ass nigga!” Kai yelled aggressively.

“Nigga fuck you!” Jaylen spat.

I knew about his past so I knew him shooting Jaylen would be nothing for him. But this was over something so small and stupid and believe or not, I’d hate to see Jaylen get hurt in any type of way.

“Kai stop!” I pushed him back with all my force. When he saw the look on my face, his eyes softened but he was still breathing hard. He shook his head before tucking the gun back in his jeans and storming out of the condo.

Sighing, I noticed Jaylen holding his jaw on the couch. “You aight?” I questioned as he nodded.

“Damn Jaylen, you need to learn to stop talking to everybody like you’re crazy. Why would you say that to him?”

“Fuck outta here, that nigga was coming at me like I’m a bitch.” He spat before standing up and grabbing all his things to leave.

*Flashback Over*

I shook my head at the event and realized that Jaylen’s art show was tomorrow night.    I had been working on my dress for decades because literally everyone was gonna be there. It was really important to him and I know he would hate me if I missed it.. Fuck.

“Girl what you over there looking like a lil lost puppy for?” I heard Winter’s voice, making me smile a bit. I haven’t talked to her in forever. She was like a big sister to me.

“No reason-”

“Wassup hoodrat?” I heard Jaylen’s voice. Winter’s happy mood immediately changed. It was so funny, because she literally could not stand him. Everyone knew that.

“Boy you look like one of Santa’s elves with all this damn green on, fuck outta my face.” She rolled her eyes as she snatched her keys off the table.

“Come on Robyn, before he make me hurt him.” She mugged him as she left out of the door first. I looked back at him and he looked at me, shaking his head.

“Hollywood, yo.” He said but I just shrugged it off.

Was I?

Kai

Once my mom left, I felt relieved. I knew she would like Robyn because she got along with everybody. The only way she wouldn’t like you is if you were disrespectful to her or family. Other than that, she straight.

I didn’t have much cleaning to do since all the food was gone. My mom told every damn body in her phone that I cooked, so a few of my cousins and shit came over. I didn’t mind though, cause I didn’t want all the food just sitting here.

I had felt bad for yelling at Rob like I did yesterday, so I cooked for her. I would’ve went out and bought her a new bag or something, but she would’ve declined so I did something simple.

I wasn’t trying to be insecure or nothing, but when you get fucked over so many times, it’s hard not to think some fishy shit going on.

I don’t give a fuck about Robyn having a nigga as a friend at all. It was just that nigga that I don’t like. This nigga sat there and flirted wit my girl in my face like that wasn’t disrespectful.  He had the nerve to tell me what went down between them like I wasn’t gone do shit. I swear if Rob ain’t calm me down, I would’ve bodied his dumbass. I got heat for niggas like him.

That’s why I don’t want her fucking with him. I trust her, it’s just him that I don’t trust. I got the perfect career, and the girl of my dreams. I ain’t letting nobody fuck that up, real talk.

It took a lot of shit to get to where I’m at today. Shit used to be dangerous and hectic before I saved up enough money to start my own business. Before I even started, I bought my mom a gigantic, beautiful house and a brand new Snow White Jag. That was one of my biggest goals before anything. She took care of me all my life, so I felt as if I needed to start taking care of her. Whatever she wants, she can get it because she wasn’t always rich, but she still made sure we had everything we wanted and needed growing up.

After I realized that I had more than enough to start my own business, I left that dangerous life style behind. Being a hitman wasn’t always easy, but it paid hella good. Good enough to where I started expanding my work.

I just pray that this shit doesn’t catch up to me because I’m doing great right now. I’m genuinely happy. But you know every time some shit going good, you get slapped in the face with some bullshit. It never fails.

I swear I been feeling like some shit was bout to pop off lately, like I needed to go see a therapist or something. I keep having these paranoid thoughts that I’m either bout to get killed or go to jail. I really didn’t want to talk to Robyn about this neither. That’s why I needed to see a therapist.

“Babe, you seen my sketch book?” I heard Rob ask from my room. Snatching her book off of the island, I jogged to my room only to see her fat ass in the air searching for something on the floor. She stayed wearing those tiny ass shorts around me. Her ass swallowed them every time.

“Aye, I wanna talk to you about something..” I said in a stern like tone as I sat down on the bed after handing her the sketch book.

“Man Kai don’t tell me you got something, I’ll kill you.” She stressed as I looked at her like she was crazy. What type of nigga would I be to fuck her raw if I knew I had something? I don’t get down like that.

“Nah, you got me bent.”

“Sorry, spill.”

“I love you, aight? Like that first day I saw you, I ain’t think you was gone talk to me but I’m glad you did. These months I’ve known you have by far been the best moments of my life. Swear I can’t even go 30 minutes without talking to you. You special Robyn, and I just wanna say that whatever happens to me in the future.. I’m sorry and I love you.” I explained to her as she wore a confused look on her face.

I didn’t wanna tell her about my thoughts because she would stress about that shit and I know she got enough shit on her case to be stressing about already.

“Kai, where is this coming from? Don’t talk like that, I’d lose my shit if something happened to you.”

“Just remember what I said, you got me?” She nodded followed with a sigh. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her slightly big forehead.

“What you wanna do today? I’m all yours.” She looked up at me as I became deep in my thoughts. I didn’t want to sit around, because I knew tomorrow was quickly approaching.

Tomorrow it was going to be 5 years since my baby girl’s been gone, and it’s a hard time for me every year. If she was still here, she would’ve been 9. I could’ve still been walking her to class every morning, tucking her in bed every night.. all that.

I remember cooking for her and she would always be right by my side, watching my every move. She told me that she wanted to be a chef one day because she loved to help me cook. I didn’t think cooking was gay, I just said that shit cause I didn’t wanna explain the real reason. Ever since my baby passed, I gave that shit up.

I missed her more than anything, and since she’s gone I don’t even know if I ever wanna have another child.

“Kai?” Robyn sat up and held my face, breaking me out of my thoughts. She didn’t know the exact day my baby died, so of course she didn’t know what I was thinking about. I didn’t want to talk about it either. I need to text Kayla though, to see if she’s still coming with me and my moms.

“Yea wassup?”

“What you wanna do today?” She repeated, stroking my beard. It actually felt good.

“Oh, it don’t matter babe. We can go have to the park or something it don’t gotta be nothing big.”

“How about a picnic?” At first I was about to decline until I thought about it. That ain’t sound too bad.

“Yea, that sound chill. Go pack some shit and I’ll get everything else.” I told her as she nodded and made her way to the kitchen. She better not pack no vegetables and shit. I was cool with fruit.

The sound of my phone vibrating had broke me out of my thoughts. It was Kayla.. my assistant.

Assistant🤞🏾: everything’s set for the week, thank me later 😊 ungrateful bastard

I huffed at the last part of her message. She was forever complaining about how I don’t appreciate her enough. I thanked her  lil annoying ass every second of the day.

Me: you still going wit me & my mama to see baby girl?

Assistant🤞🏾: duh Kai.. don’t forget she was my baby too.

Not wanting to argue with her, I left it at that and just went on about my day. Going to the hall closet, I got out two small and old blankets that Robyn and I could use.

Once I was done, I went in the kitchen to see her leaning on the counter scrolling through her phone. Her booty was poking out of her shorts and I had to get her.

“Let’s go!” I yelled as I sent a hard slap to her ass causing her to jump up immediately. “Kai! Ouch!” She dramatically whined.

“You’ll be aight.” I laughed as I rubbed the spot for her, as she led the way out of my house. I noticed that she had caught an attitude so I was literally about to kiss her ass.

Getting on my knees, I wrapped my arms around her waist so she could stop walking. I gently kissed the spot that I hit before standing back up. “Happy now?” I asked as she nodded with a smile.

Shaking my head at her fake attitude, I opened the car door for her as I made sure she got in and put on her seat belt. After getting in myself, I started the car and followed the directions that she had put on my phone.

Cause I Love You by Lenny Williams was softly playing on the radio and I had seen Robyn turn it up. “What you know about that? That’s grown folk music.” I smiled at her as she waved me off.

“Boy I grew up on this music. This is the jam.” She said as I nodded in agreement. Ain’t nothing like that good old school music. You could never go wrong with it, it was good for the soul. I liked our generation of music too, but I was more of an old soul.

“I love youuuuuuu.” I sang to Robyn as I gripped her thigh while I drove. She covered her ears and shook her head no.

“You sound like a dying lizard.” She busted up laughing, as I couldn’t help but smile. She was forever talking shit about ya boy.

I looked over at the short shorts she was wearing, but I didn’t mind. I felt like since it was her body, I couldn’t tell her what to do with it. If she look good in the shit, why would I tell her to take it off? Just know if a nigga look, I’m cutting his eyes out.

Once we reached the park, I shut the car off and grabbed the basket as she grabbed the old blankets. We had walked up to the hill that Robyn told me about and it was as dope as she described. Some serious brainstorming could be done up here.

“Robyn this all you brought?” I asked as I sat everything on top of the blankets she had put down.

“Yes babe, I told you I’m trying to go vegan.” She smiled confidently. This girl..

“Why you ain’t pack nun’ for me then?”

“Cause then I would’ve asked for some, I’m sorry.” She apologized as her face twisted up into a frown.

“You just too cute. You ain’t gotta apologize, I guess I’ll just be healthy with you.” I said as I popped a grape tomato in my mouth. Which was a stupid thing to do by the way, cause I fucking hated tomatoes.

“How you know about this view?”

“My daddy used to take me up here all the time and read me his little poems.” She smiled as she looked off into space.

I took that as my time to let her do her and enjoy the view myself. I had to get a picture of this shit though. Just imagine it at night when you can see the stars and shit.

Putting my phone away, I decided to just admire the sunset and my girl’s presence. I tried not to think about the fact that these mosquitoes were tearing a nigga up.

Some Marvin Gaye was playing from her Beats Pill, and I ain’t know about her but that shit was making me horny. The way the sun bounced off of her toffee colored, smooth, freshly shaved legs.. the way her ass say gently onto the ground. The way her natural beauty stood out on her bare face. I could go on.

“Why’re you staring like I’m not yours?” She smiled, looking over at me. Damn she was beautiful.

Not wanting to reply to that, I grabbed her hand and interlocked my fingers with hers, lightly squeezing her dainty hand. Her hand felt like butter and shit. Her whole body felt like it, to be honest.

She had let go of my hand and grabbed it, which broke me out of my thoughts. I was about to ask what she was doing until she shushed me before smirking.

Her hand slowly guided mines from her small perky breasts down to the band of her shorts.

“I like how you trying to be sexy and shit, but we gotta speed this up before a bear pop out and eat both of our asses up.”

I told her as we both busted out laughing but I was lowkey dead ass.

Jaylen

You seen Robyn? Her ass been ducked off.“

"Fuck that hoe.” I mumbled only loud enough for myself to hear. It’s crazy how people do you.

“Huh?”

“Nothing man, I'ma bounce.” I said, and with that I dipped. I wasn’t in the mood to talk about her fake ass right now.

First of all, she cut me off out of no where and to be honest, that actually hurt the little bit of feelings that I did have left. She ain’t say why or nothing.

I’m thinking that maybe her phone was broken or whatever, so I thought she hadn’t forgot about my event and was still coming. Boy was I wrong. She had me looking hella stupid.

*Flashback*

Everyone was here, but Robyn. She was supposed to be like the first person here, but here we are.. 3 hours later and she a no show. This event was about to be over in a few minutes.

Once I thanked everyone for coming, people were starting to leave so I took that as my time to hit her up again hoping that she had a good excuse. She better have had the bubble guts or got shot or some shit.

Calling her for like the 100th time, her phone had went to voicemail. “You good?” Odell asked as he noticed the frustration on my face. I couldn’t tell him that I was pissed because his sister ain’t show up. He’d think we fuck with each other.

“Ion wanna talk about it..” I told him as I walked away and sat outside on the steps. I had on a maroon suit and Robyn was supposed to have on the sparkly maroon gown that she made specifically for this night. She wouldn’t stop talking about how she couldn’t wait for me to see it. A nigga was actually excited to see it, too.

I really couldn’t believe this motherfucker.  She could’ve at least called in advance and let me know. I wouldn’t even have been mad, but to stand me up? She got me hella fucked up.

After a while, a car pulled up a few feet away from me making me look up. When the door opened, there appeared a tipsy Robyn wiping her mouth. I then started to put the pieces together when her nigga or whatever was zipping up his pants. Why did she even bring this clown? Now I was really pissed.

I thought they were about to come inside of the building, but they went the opposite way to the hotel next door. So she blew me off to suck some dick? She could’ve did that earlier. It couldn’t wait?

“I swear as soon as bitches get dick that’s all they see, think, smell, and breathe.” I mumbled to myself as I pulled out my phone to check my messages.

That familiar scent that I loved so much had caught my attention. I looked over and noticed that Robyn had went back to the car to get something. I took that as my que to speak to her.

“So you really stood me up for some dick, Robyn?” I stood behind her as she jumped at the sound of my voice. She slowly turned around and blinked. She sobered up real quick.

“Jaylen, you were constantly touching on me, flirting and all that and you knew I had a boyfriend. You even told him about the little event that we had, which caused him not to like you. If it was the other way around, I would tell him to cut off a girl that’s constantly stepping out of the friendship boundaries as well.”

“Ok and instead of cutting a nigga off, you could’ve fucking told me to chill. Its cool though, cause I see that he more important than me. Even though I was here for you before him. I see where your loyalty lies Rob.” I chuckled bitterly.

“Jayle-”

“You ain’t even gotta apologize to cause you know you ain’t even sorry.” And with that, I walked away.

*Flashback Over*

That was the last time I heard from her trifling ass, which was a couple of weeks ago. Unfortunately, I needed to talk to her just for a second cause I think I left my watch in her room the last time I was there. Now I was wishing that Winter liked me, cause I could just tell her to get it. Oh well, here goes nothing.

Sucking my teeth, I pulled out my phone and dialed her number since it wasn’t saved anymore. After a few rings she answered. “Yo,” I heard a male voice, which made me think I had the wrong number but it couldn’t be.

“Where Robyn at?” I asked blankly. He started to laugh, which confused me.

“I know this ain’t who I think it is..”

“Nigga you guessed it. Now put her on the phone, I ain’t call to catch up on old times and shit. Time is ticking.”

“Nah she occupied wit my dick right now.”

“Aight, well can you put it on speaker?” I asked, waiting for him to stop bullshitting. I didn’t care about all that extra shit, I just wanted my watch honestly.

Next thing I know, the phone had hung up making me suck my teeth. I guess I would just have to go over to O’s place my damn self.

Grabbing a condom or two, I slid them in my wallet before sliding it in my back pocket. Once I stepped into my shoes, I grabbed my car keys and went next door.

It was quiet in here so I was hoping that Robyn wasn’t here. That way I could just get my watch and leave. When I walked into Robyn’s room, there she was on the bed laid up with Kyle. Cuties.

“Yo-” I cut off his attempt to start ranting. He could never chill, like dude ain’t nobody even worried about yo funky ass.

“Nigga chill out ain’t nobody checking for yo nut head ass girlfriend, I came to get my rollie.” I waved him off as I went to the closet and grabbed the duffle bag I had left over here for decades.

They had went back to ignoring my presence but when I started to walk out, I threw some water onto her bed to where it got on both of them. Her nigga immediately got up and I dashed off, laughing my ass off. You would’ve thought that I was Jesse Owens.

I knew her nigga stayed strapped, but I just liked fucking with him. He got so mad over shit and it was mad funny. I could tell he really ain’t like but I ain’t give a fuck.

Once I was back in my crib, I unzipped the duffle bag and my watch was right at the top. I was only going to the store to get more paint but I still needed to look good. You never knew who you were going to see.

Since I only lived on the second floor, it took a few seconds for me to get off of the elevator. When I got to the parking lot, I unlocked my car with the button on my keys and got in. The first thing I did was put on my seatbelt, safety first.

Michael’s was literally a 5 minute drive since it was around the corner. With the way my speeding skills were set up, I was there in no time.

As I went to the aisle with paint, I noticed a petite light skin girl trying to reach for something. She had on a shirt with a little girl that read RIP. The girl looked like her too.. damn.

I heard some stuff fall which broke me out of my thoughts. She was struggling over there. “I got it. What you need?” I assured her as I walked over to her. She looked at me confusingly before speaking.

“The lavender paint. I don’t know why they put it at the top today. The pastel colors go at the bottom.” She said as she started to pick up the things she dropped. I noticed that it looked like she had been crying, but I ain’t wanna get all in her business.  

“Here you go..” I handed her the paint as she just stood there staring at me like she was thinking about something. She was looking at me like I was a piece of meat.

“I.. My bad. Thank you.” She said lowly as she took the paint from by hand. I chuckled because I could tell that was nervous as fuck.

“Need anything else?”

**

“I needed that, I haven’t had sex in years.” She caught her breath as she took her hair out of the ponytail that it was in, letting it flow down her back. I had been pulling on that shit for the longest.

Long story short, she told me that she just wanted to do something to take her mind off of whatever she was sad about. We went back to my place, and y'all know how that go. I ain’t think she had it in her.

We talked for a bit, ended up drinking way more than what we was supposed to, then had sex. It’s been a minute for me, so I was geeked about that.

She never told me what she was crying about, but I got some pussy instead so I wasn’t tripping. “Why is that?” She shrugged. She started to put back on her clothes.

“I’m gonna go though, bye..-” I stopped her then remembered we never exchanged names. I mean it really wasn’t important, it’s not like I'ma ever see this girl again.

“Jaylen.”

“Kayla.” She smiled weakly before leaving out of the room. I heard my front door slam shut, so I took that as my time to get up and get in the shower.

Washing my body and hair for about 30 minutes, I finally stepped out and just threw some shorts and a plain white tee on. I was only going to O’s house. I guess that was the spot for tonight.

Lacing up my vans, I made sure everything was turned off before leaving and going next door. When I walked in, I seen O and Winter playing Uno.

“I got a blunt.” I called out as I seen Winter smile. Now she was trying to be my friend. Pulling the blunt and lighter out of my pocket, I took a seat at the table where they sat.

Once it was lit, I started to take a few hits before feeling buzzed. Winter had reached her hand out making me laugh. Fuck her, I just remembered all the times she put her hands on me.

“Get Out the way, tranny.” I said as I playfully pushed her out the way. I knew she’d curse my ass out, but it was funny every time. I loved fucking wit her. All bullshit aside, she was the homie though.

“Look here Banana bitch, I’m warning you now.. I will fuck you up today.” She threatened as I tried my best to hold in my laughter.

“Jay, why you always fucking wit my girl? One day she gone fuck you up and I even ain’t gone say nun’.” O chuckled as he wrapped his arm around her. She stuck her tongue out at me and I flicked her off. I swear if Winter was my girl, I’d have her in check fuck that attitude shit. He be letting her punk him.

“Here..” I gave the weed to O. Winter scoffed. I knew he couldn’t smoke since Football but I was trying to make her mad.

“Why didn’t you pass it to m-”

“Cause nobody like y-” I started to say before her hand came in contact with the back of my neck. This hoe.

“I got my own weed from back home anyways fuck that weak ass corn you got.” She rolled her eyes as she got up to go in O’s room. She always felt the need to let everybody know that she got her weed from Jamaica. She need to take her ass back, don’t nobody care.

“Corn? Girl please.” I waved her off. Now she was just saying shit just to say it.

“Y'all argue too much.”

“That’s her, she can’t ever take a joke.”

“Cause you not fucking funny nigga. You swear you Kat Williams wit your ugly ass.” She rolled her eyes. I really tried to hold in my laughter, cause I ain’t want her mad ass to explode on me but this shit was funny.

“You know who funny? You are. You funny as shit. HAHAHA.” I draped my arm across her shoulder as she quickly pushed it off with a mug on her face.

“I’m going to sleep, you’re aggravating.” She waved me off as she put her head down on the table, putting her damn stale ass ends on my plate in he process.

“I love you.” I teased her, only for her to ignore me. She was really pissed off.

I was about to speak until I seen Robyn come down the stairs with Kangaroo. She really cut me off for this hairy nigga.

“You let her have company?”

“Yea.. I trust her.” He shrugged as I sucked my teeth. But if it was me, he wouldn’t condone that shit.

I’m guessing her nigga had left, because she came back and started small talk with Odell.

I tried my best to ignore her like she been doing me but she had a nigga beat. I was still putting in effort to ignore her every move and gon’ about my business but, shit. She was breath taking, I glanced at her with the quickness and froze when we locked eyes.

She looked away but I pulled some Kanye shit and kept looking to make her feel uncomfortable and I succeeded. Her conversation with O was cut short, she rubbed the back of her neck nervously and headed towards the bathroom, a few steps away from the kitchen where I was. I gave it a few seconds before I headed that way, to make it really seem like I had to piss.

I heard her talking to herself softly before I opened the door, of course Robyn ain’t lock the damn door. She jumped and I put my hands up in surrender. “It’s only me.”

“Jaylen, you scared the shit outta me.” she said, holding her heart. Her chest heaving up and down. Damn, I really scared her.

“I hope you flushed.” I joked but she ain’t catch it. I smiled nervously and she smirked. “Anyway, I ain’t know you was still in here. My bad.” I tried to guilt trip her into talking to me. Drastic times, drastic measures. I started making my way out and her voice stopped me.

“It’s okay.” she said softly. She wanted to talk to me but it was something or someone holding her back.

“We grown, we ain’t kids. This nigga tell you to stop fuckin’ wit’ me?” I mumbled with a slight frown.

“Yeah.” she mumbled lowly.

“I respect that.” I said to her surprise and mine…I meant it though.

“You do?” I nodded. “I woulda respected the situation even more if you woulda hit my line and told me where we stood. I was thinking we was cool during the finals. You up and left a nigga like KD did Westbrook and ain’t say shit.”

The basketball reference must’ve confused her because her eyebrows came together.

“You just cut me off like I was dead weight. Like it won’t shit for you to leave me alone.”

“I do miss us being friends. Kai don’t though.”

I rolled my eyes. So this nigga the reason why she missed my event? Rob ain’t known for breaking promises so I know she ain’t do that shit by free will.

“We friends. This nigga won you at an auction or sum'n? You his property? He fuckin’ you?” I asked, not really wanting to know the answer. Knowing Rob’s curious ass, she probably turnt the hell out already.

“Friends don’t look at each other the way you look at me and touch me, and talk to me. He felt some type of way.”

“Nigga, pineapples. Create a fuckin’ safe word, you had me out here lookin’ stupid at my event. Where’s Rob? You seen Rob?” I imitated my head ass emotions. “I ain’t doing shit on purpose, you fine and sometimes I can’t-”

“See. Friends don’t call each other fine.”

“Man, shit. You pretty, far from ugly. Name one nigga who wouldn’t tell you that every chance he could.”

She couldn’t.

“Exactly. Look, I’ll stop the flirting. We could be strictly friends, you know I ain’t got much other than O and big head ass Winter. I told you some dark shit and you up and left wit’ it.”

“Sorry, I should’ve said something.” she said. “Sorry, you’re right. How was your event?”

“My fleeky bestie wasn’t there to match my fly. It was cool though, killed it by myself.”

“Happy for you.” she said. And then it dawned on me, he told her to stop talking to me but we see who got the upper hand. We having a whole ass conversation in the bathroom. Nigga nowhere to be found.

“Wait. We talking, you gon’ make sure thuggish-ruggish bone ass Kenny don’t pop the trunk on my bitch ass?” I said in air-quotes, mocking and quoting him from that one altercation. Nigga thought he was tough. My skinny ass could murk him in two licks AND walk away with his bitch.

“I told him we were just friends. I’ll make sure he doesn’t try shit.”

“Shit, I’ll make sure he don’t try shit. Fuck him.” I spat and she shook her head.

“Jealous ass.”

“I got a right to be.”

“You started it. How I let you eat and you go in for seconds on the same night with a random?”

“She ain’t random, we know her very well.”

“Nigga…okay, I’m going upstairs.”

“I’m playin’, Rob. Good talk, though.”

“Yeah, cool ass. Let’s try this again when you ain’t on 10.” she smiled cutely and I mirrored it.

“I'ma chill out.” I semi-promised. I'ma try to at least so we could be on good terms. She my only real friend.

“Kay. I know you didn’t really have to use the bathroom, stalker.” I was about to respond and say something childish back, but I remembered that she never showed me the dress cause she didn’t show up.

“Ay, you should show me that dress that you never got to wear.”

“Oh yea.. I did tell you I’d show you. Come on.” She grabbed my hand in excitement and quickly led the way to her room. I missed our friendship and I wasn’t letting nobody come in between that shit this time. Kai who?

mismatched // part 1

summary: everyone has marks on their body that match their soulmate. stan doesn’t belive that there’s someone out there to complete him while richie dates people left and right in hopes of finding the person to finish his life. 

a/n: this is just to introduce the story, but i want to turn this into a series so please let me know what you think !!

word count: 1663

part 1 //  part 2 // part 3 // part 4 //part 5 // part 6 // part 7 // part 8

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Why this zoo is putting gigantic, slimy ‘snot otters’ back in streams
The hellbender is the biggest salamander in the Western Hemisphere. But it's under threat.
By https://www.facebook.com/sarah.kaplan.31

Herpetologist Don Boyer inevitably drew attention when he drove into town. People would notice his truck, with “Bronx Zoo” emblazoned across the side, and want to know what he was doing in their corner of western New York. 

One glance at the creatures was unlikely to assuage nervous onlookers. The Eastern hellbender, the largest salamander in the Western Hemisphere, looks as though someone yanked out a giant’s esophagus, gave it legs and taught it to swim. The two-foot-long amphibian has slime-covered skin, beady eyes and a paddle-like tail. Its ruffled torso resembles the edge of a lasagna noodle, inspiring one of the creature’s many colorful nicknames, “old lasagna sides.” Other monikers are equally undignified: “snot otter,” “mud devil,” “grampus.”

“They’re pretty odd-looking creatures,” Boyer acknowledged. “Nocturnal and aquatic and secretive and strange. … Otherwordly.”

But they’re also threatened. Which is why scientists at the Bronx Zoo have been working to raise the giant salamanders in captivity and then reintroduce healthy adults into the wild…

Hard-Working

Johnathon didn’t want to go to the construction site. He thought working for his dad’s company was going to be easy. “Dad won’t make me do anything hard,” he remembered saying to himself. Johnathon practically wanted to spit as he thought about it. “This really isn’t for me. But it’s still probably easier than working anywhere else.”

He looked around the construction site watching all the men sweating. It was a pretty hot day. Even though he was in shorts and a t-shirt he was already feeling the heat.

“AHhh! You must be Bill’s son!” a voice said behind him. “I’m the foreman around these parts. Let’s get you into some safety gear.” Before Johnathon could tell what was going on a large arm swooped him into a different room. Bright yellow vests and hard hats lined the walls. “Don’t be shy. Pick one,” the foreman grabbed a vest and hardhat not giving Johnathon a chance to choose. “These should fit you fine.”

“Uhhh… Do I have to wear these?” Johnathon flipped the hair out of his face. His dad told him he needed a haircut but he didn’t care. “They look a little big.”

“Of course! You want to be safe don’t you?” The question was obviously rhetorical. Johnathon didn’t want to fight it though. The faster he walked through the site the faster he could go home. “Ready for the tour?”

Johnathon just nodded as the foreman started leading the way. He’d never actually seen a site like this before. All the men were carrying heavy looking equipment and wheeling around rocks. A part of him was starting to feel a little envious of them. They got to use their muscles all day while he sat in the office looking at computer screens. These men really knew what a hard day’s work looked like.

‘Fuck,’ what was he thinking. All he wanted to do was go home and play video games. Hard work was for losers without degrees. He wasn’t going to be like them. He was going to be successful. Sure most of it was because of his parents but he didn’t care. As long as he had money that’s all that mattered.

He continued following the foreman and couldn’t shake a funny feeling. His whole body seemed to just keep getting hotter and hotter. “Hey, mind if we take a short break?” Johnathon asked.

“Sure thing,” the foreman said. “Take as long as you need.” Johnathon excused himself to one of the trailers. He just needed to be alone. His body was really starting to burn up. The fact that there wasn’t any a/c in trailer didn’t help. He tried to cool himself off the best he could. He took the hard hat off and rubbed his calloused hand through his short hair.

‘Calloused hand? Short hair?’ he questioned himself. There was a small mirror in the room. He stared blankly into it. Didn’t he have long hair? And his hands. He’d never worked a day in his life. Had he? Looking in the mirror everything about his body seemed to be changing. A thick red beard started growing from his face. He lurched over as the heat built in the rest of his body. His muscles started to spasm and then grow. The noodle arms he’d only used when gaming and social media websites thickened into powerful arms. His legs lengthened and then filled with powerful muscles. The small butt he’d never paid attention to filled out giving him a nice wide look. He looked like someone who’d been working outside all day. He looked like someone who was really into working out and playing sports.

Not to leave out, he looked like someone who got what he wanted. His memories of Prom completely changed. He wasn’t some wall flower who sat by while other guys took girls out on the dance floor. He was one of them; one of the guys who knew what he wanted and how to get it. He was friendly with the popular girls and he knew how to flirt The more he thought about the more confident he felt in himself.

Looking back in the mirror he didn’t recognize himself for a second. Was that really him? He looked so much more mature than just a few minutes ago. Johnathon let out a hearty laugh. It’s cause he was a tough guy. Johnathon put the safety equipment back on. He had no idea why he thought it had felt so large. He’d been wearing stuff like this right out of high school while working for his dad. This was standard procedure. Plus he was going to get the company when his dad retired. All Johnathon had to do was show that he was capable of actually running it. Sure management wasn’t as enjoyable as actually getting his hands dirty, but it was going to be a sacrifice he was willing to make.

3. checkered flannel

characters: kang daniel, reader

summary: continuation of 2. cats (part 3 of 10 kang daniel things series)

word count: 984


It was not unexpected when Daniel asks her out to the bar they met at on their fourth date after knowing his love for beer. But it is a major shock when she wakes up the next morning alone in an unfamiliar room.

She jolts up and scans the empty room before her eyes land on a familiar looking cat laying languidly by the door of the bedroom. Oh, Peter. She sighs, relieved that it was not some random dude that had brought her home but Daniel. She tries to remember how did she end up here but all that she is able to recollect is that they had gone to a club after drinking yesterday night. She must have drunk even more at the club.

Then the guilt hits her. She feels thankful but ashamed, especially because she and Daniel are not yet even official yet he had had to bring her drunk self to his home and probably had cleaned her up as well; judging from how her face is relatively clean of makeup. She can’t help but think that he must be experienced in taking care of drunken girls, or bringing drunk girls home, though she dismisses the latter thought.

She looks down and finds herself wearing a familiar black and white checkered flannel. She gets out of the bed and studies her surroundings. The room isn’t messy but it is neither anywhere near tidy. Daniel had also left his closet wide open so she sees that half of his clothes included similar checkered flannels of different colors and fit. She smiles, learning another Daniel fun fact.

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anonymous asked:

Hey (its me again) can I have some more phase 1 stuff. I noticed tht noodle always had like little matching space suit looking outfits. So maybe like some shopping for her with the boys?? Idek u just always seem to come up with rlly cute creative things but keep it in perfect characterization and I just love ur writing okay. Thanks❤️ -h

(Hello again, sweet anon h, I spend some time researching her outfits, and came to the conclusion that they, obviously, looked very much like some kimono-like Japanese uniforms. Hope this is okay! It was fun writing it. ALSO U SEEM RLY NICE, i wanna know who you are)

They had tried everything by now; begged, ordered, persuaded with candy and ice cream. Nothing helped, and though she was little, she stood her ground and yelled a big “No”, one of the words she’d learnt in English, and a pretty useful one, each time they presented actual clothes to her. Apparently, fashion for 10-year-olds weren’t tasteful to tiny Noodle but in all fairness, none of the band members really liked pink. She had to wear something though and when they rotated the responsibility of getting her dressed and ready each morning, it was the same for each of them. They’d choose a piece of clothing but she’d refuse to wear it unless they’d explained that she’d have to wear that or nothing.

They’d caught her several times looking through their drawers and pull on their long-sleeved shirts. They were way too big for her, almost looking like oversized dresses as she nearly stumbled in them when trying to walk in them. She’d call their names excitedly and then swing around the big sleeves with a grin. None of them ever got mad at her but she got mad when they wouldn’t let her wear them.

“Noodle, you can’t wear that, please take it off,” Murdoc sighed, “I can’t pull it offyou, it wouldn’t seem appropriate.”

“No!” Noodle said defiantly and spun around to make the sleeves flap in the air, “No, nonononoooo!”

“Well, it’s my shirt,” he tried again but she just shouted again, “Fucking hell, wasabi girl, take it off.”

Russel and 2D eyed them from across the room, Noodle having stolen Murdoc’s chosen shirt for the day. Russel smirked, “Seems like you gonna have to give it up.”

“Shut it, it’s the only one I have that’s clean,” Murdoc replied bitterly and began pulling at the sleeve, causing Noodle to yell at him in Japanese.

“Wear one of the dirty ones? Body odor never seemed to bother you,” 2D snorted and Russel started laughing. Murdoc grumbled, eventually giving up when Noodle started screeching.

“Fine, you little shi-,” he was cut off by Russel’s raised brow, “Fine, Russel, you say something to her then!”

“Very well,” Russel walked up to Noodle, crouching down to look at her as she still flapped the oversized sleeves, “Noodle, look at me.”

Reluctantly, she did and Russel cleared his throat, trying his hardest to form a sentence in his head. His Japanese was horrible but he figured that after the hair-trimmer-incident, where Noodle had nearly shaved all her hair off, he’d have to just learn a few words and commands. It took him a moment before he eventually said something close to a sentence, “Noodle, how about we go out to buy clothes and you can choose whatever you want?”

Noodle eyed him suspiciously but eventually nodded with a big grin, “Yes!”

*

It turned out that even though Noodle got to choose whatever she wanted, she was still picky as hell, dragging her boys from store to store, and looking miffed at every piece of clothing that she passed. She wanted nothing in too bright colours, nothing with patterns of princesses, butterflies or flowers. It was horrid because somehow clothing industries were certain that all girls liked pink and purple with glitter and rainbows.

“We’ve literally tried everything,” 2D groaned, stopping up to light a cigarette and refusing to walk anymore. He sat down on the nearest bench, “When can we go home? My feet are tired.”

Murdoc nodded, sitting down on the opposite side of the bench, “For once I actually agree with Dimwit, dare I say that I want to take my boots off.”

“More like your hooves,” 2D grumbled at the nickname, crossing his arms over his chest and tapping the cigarette.

“Shut up, 2D,” Murdoc said bitterly and Russel sighed deeply, holding Noodle’s hand tighter so she wouldn’t run off.

“You two better get off your asses so we can move on, there’s still loads of shops left and I’m not gonna break my promise to her. She will pick something she likes before we go home. Simply parenting, you know,” Russel lectured, picking Noodle up and let her sit on his shoulders, legs around him, “Are you going to keep on whining or?”

*

After what seemed like, and probably was, hours, Noodle finally started speaking up and pointing to a tiny shop. It was one of those that you didn’t really notice when walking down the streets and Murdoc held up his arms, “I rarely say this but thank God.”

Russel smiled, trying not to show how badly his feet hurt from walking for hours. He put Noodle down onto the ground again and she happily ran into the small, Japanese-like, shop.

A little bell chimed as they walked in and a little old, Japanese lady looked up from the counter. She smiled widely as soon as she saw Noodle, waving at her and Noodle excitedly looked at all the things. There were lots of colours, making most of them almost dizzy. Daruma Dolls, Lucky Cats, different coloured paper laterns, the smell of matcha tea and several different tea sets and porcelain. What caught Noodle’s attention was neither of those things, instead she steered towards a rack of clothing which only contained what seemed to be Japanese-like, old fashioned kimonos; long jackets with wide sleeves and a tight collar.

“Why didn’t we think of that?” 2D said with a whimper, crossing his legs and examining his poor feet after sitting down on a chair, “It makes sense she’d want something that reminded her of home.”

“This shop is creeping me out,” Murdoc mumbled, looking at the Daruma Dolls, “Hah! This one har your eyes, Faceache!” He picked one up and the lady immediately snapped at him in Japanese, causing him to put it down as he looked completely flustered. Noodle’s eyes widened and she started giggling. The woman walked up to her and spoke softly in Japanese, pointing at the different pieces of clothing.

“Remember Noodle, you can choose whatever you want in here,” Russel reminded her and the woman translated, making Noodle look up at Russel with wide eyes. She walked to hug him close, her head on his stomach.

“Go on then, Noodle, choose something,” 2D encouraged from his seat and the woman slowly translated for them. He finally stood again and walked up to look through the rack with her, “You should definitely model for us, right Russel?”

Noodle looked excited at that and nodded, picking out a red outfit with white sleeves. She showed Russel, who nodded approvingly. It was a long, red jacket with buttons all the way down and it had matching shorts to go with it. Where the breast pocket should’ve been, there was a small white logo of something neither of them knew.

She was lead to a changing room by the owner and soon came out in the outfit and her helmet. She beamed, hands in her sides, and spun around.

“Fuck this, I’m going for a cigarette, anyone got a lighter?” Murdoc said after a little while, looking quite unimpressed and still bitter at the fact that he had been scolded by an old, Japanese lady.

*

It took surprisingly little time for Noodle to choose several outfits, including a sandy coloured one and a black one. She was happier than ever as she was allowed to leave in the red one, and even Murdoc had to smile at the sight of her. It didn’t last long when the rest of the band presented a Daruma Doll for him, which he didn’t find funny at all. Though especially Noodle found it hilarious.

It became much easier to get on with their mornings after this, and the person being responsible of her getting dressed and ready for the day, started getting their morning tea and toast warm instead of cold.

precision, accuracy, and the pursuit of trueness

precision, accuracy, and the pursuit of trueness
part two. shance. pg-13.
five times lance was oblivious and one time he wasn’t.

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part one

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Muugrin is the fifth day in the ten day Altean week cycle. Along with Getab—the last day of said Altean week cycle—Muugrin means that Lance and the other paladins are slowly dying on the training deck of the castle-ship.

“I don't—think—I’ll ever—get—used—to this,” Lance gasps. For the last two vargas, Lance has climbed, ran, and fought non-stop as Coran gleefully yelled encouragements over the comm. Lance had collapsed as soon as the last simulation stopped, lying down on the training room floor and spreading his limbs out like a starfish.

“Same,” Hunk groans.

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anonymous asked:

S/O is a performer in a bar and does something similar to the Jessica rabbit scene from "who framed roger rabbit"?

( HNNNNG i love this so much Jessica Rabbit so iconic )

  • The band had decided to have a night out on the town so 2D convinced them to go to a bar they’ve never been to before. When they had entered, they were surprised to see it was very well put together. Almost like it was a nightclub.
  • As Russel and Noodle headed for the bar, 2D and Murdoc took a seat and got their drinks from a cocktail waitress that was passing by. 
  • As the two drank, they had seen many men start rushing towards the stage excitedly as the lights began to dim. The two looked at each other, confused.
  • Before long, a piano started up and the sound of a smooth, sultry voice was heard. As the singing continued, the curtains slowly opened to reveal you in strapless, red sequin dress with a slit running up the side to show off your legs. 2D and Murdoc’s mouths dropped as they caught sight of you.
  • As you strutted your way down the stage, men were practically throwing themselves at you but you would push them away in a very teasing manner.
  • You then started making your way down the steps and into the crowd, making your way to Murdoc who was devouring you with his eyes. You let your hand slide from his shoulder to his chest, your eyes never leaving his. When he had leaned into you, you pushed him back in the chair with your hands and made you way over to 2D.
  • When you had sat in his lap, he tensed up a bit. You just smiled and continued to sing, letting your fingers rub the underside of his chin. You then leaned into him, your lips barely touching his. When he had attempted to kiss you, you pulled his hat down over his eyes to stop him.
  • You then made way for the stage again, your hips swaying as you had walked back to where you were when you first started, hitting the very last note before the curtains closed again.
  • The crowd began to clap and whistle, 2D and Murdoc standing on their feet as they applauded you.
  • 2D was certainly mesmerized with the thought of you.
  • He came to see you perform more often