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Prompt: The Five Times the Losers Noticed Richie and Eddie’s Feelings and the One Time They Decided to Do Something About It

Suggested by: @lukemybieber

Pairings: Reddie, Implied Menverly, Implied Stenbrough

Trigger Warnings: Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Swearing, Referenced 1933 Movie, Boys Kissing, Referenced Pasta Hair, This is pretty innocent tbh basically no smut

Aged Up Characters!

All Eddie Kaspbrak had ever wanted was some peace and quiet. Unfortunately for him, he had an eternal headache and his name was Richie Tozier.

The wise-cracking, ‘your mom,’ joke-spewing, ADHD-ridden ball of child neglect, nicotine cigarettes and alcohol. He loved him more than words could describe.

He always, always kept his window unlocked should his parents get so drunk they couldn’t stand straight and ended up passing out on the kitchen table amidst a puddle of hard liquor. His father was a hostile drunk, but he was mostly away fucking some woman named Jeannie in Nova Scotia. Because of that, his mother was usually sleeping off a hangover, only to cure that hangover with either more booze or screaming profanities at the boy himself.

He’d met Richie’s dad once, didn’t look a lot like him other than the eyes and blindingly pale skin. He was internally very grateful for that fact.

What he was not grateful for was his motor-mouthed best friend obliviously telling Eddie every fact about airplanes, probably more than anyone else had ever figured out, and doing a bad imitation of the blades whirring with his mouth. In the process, he’d spit all over Eddie’s math homework, who Richie himself was supposed to be helping him with. And it’d suddenly turned into a dramtic reenactment of the end of the King Kong movies.

“So then the blonde lady is all ‘help me somebody save me!’” He screeched in a pitched voice, throwing an arm over his forehead, “And King Kong is like 'nobody can save you now! Bwahahaha!’”

Eddie narrowed his eyes and stared at the problem. What is x if y is equal to the airplane shooting at– dammit Richie.

Stan would be over to help them study as soon as he got out of the synagogue for prayer with his father, at least then he figured he may get something done.

“But then the girl is like 'bitch you THOUGHT,’ and she like totally annihilates him, but there are airplanes in the background and she doesn’t– are you even listening to me, Eds?” Richie broke off his incessant chatter to scan Eddie’s face, to which the younger boy rolled his eyes.

“Oh yeah, riveting shit, really.” Eddie scoffed sarcastically, reading over the problem for the fourth time. As he was staring at the paper, it was suddenly stolen from him by Richie.

“Math? Math is stupid, math is boring! You know what’s not boring? King Kong.” Richie laid down on his stomach to inspect the worksheet.

“You got number seven wrong. Y should be fifty-nine point three, see you forgot to carry the one.” Richie showed him his own paper and pointed out his mistake. Eddie nodded and reached for his paper, but Richie pulled it away at the last second.

“Ah- ah- ah. No more math until I finish my story.” Eddie reached up, but Richie was both faster and taller. He rolled over and laid on his back, the paper underneath him.

“You jackass! Give it back!” Eddie’s brilliant solution to the problem was to throw his legs over Richie’s stomach and try to reach behind him for the worksheet. Richie’s only goal seemed to be keeping the paper beneath him, shoving Eddie father and farther back until he was straddling his crotch. They were both so caught up in tickling each other and laughing, they didn’t notice the door swing open and Stan’s shocked face holding an Algebra textbook tucked under one arm, his bird naming book under the other, and a box of pizza in both of his hands.

He cleared his throat loudly, and it was at that moment that both boys realized the position they were in. They slinked away from each other, red-faced and embarrassed, but Stanley never said a word. He simply set the pizza box on the bed, opened his math book and never said another word about it.

That was, of course, the last week of freshman year.

And they managed to stay away from another situation like that until the spring of sophomore year in high school.

Right up until mid-July, at a 50’s style diner towards the outskirts of Derry, which they’d basically all adopted as another hangout spot.

“She is a snake! She is a liar, a scumbag, a piece of shit, the lowest of the low-”

“All because she gave you a B- on your writing quiz, because your handwriting is illegible. Seriously! Even I can’t read it sometimes, Trashmouth!” Eddie groaned, sipping his vanilla milkshake while Richie ranted to him about their writing teacher.

“Well if she wanted a legible report on the Vietnam War she should have asked us to use a typewriter! Ah say, ah say, it’s bullshit, good sir!” Richie faked a British accent, which Eddis had to admit was getting at least a little bit better.

“Do you even own a typewriter?” Eddie questioned, though he was only slightly annoyed and wished Mike would just hurry up and get there with Richie’s latest X-men comic that he’d borrowed, because it was basically the most important thing in Richie’s life at the moment.

“Big Bill does! He doesn’t let me use it though, because last time I typed 'Henry Bowers is a shit-spitting sissy boy,’ and was gonna make copies to hang all over school. He didn’t think it was the best idea, but I think it would have been fucking hilarious. Can you picture the look on his face, Eds?” Richie was always coming up with ridiculous and random ideas that were normally completely half-thought out and he had no real intentions to follow through with them.

Eddie scoffed and his eyes flicked to the door yet again. Mike still had five minutes, they knew he wouldn’t be late. Mike Hanlon was never late.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to hang out with Richie, he obviously did. But ever since the end of middle school, something seemed to have shifted between them, like the balance of the universe was… off. For starters, he realized he thought about Richie the way Ben talked about Beverly, or Beverly talked about both Mike and Ben. He could tell that ever since she and Bill had decided to stop their childish crush before it became serious, that yes, they still respected each other, but Beverly seemed to be in a constant battle between Mike and Ben. It was a little weird, but not as weird as the way only one person came to his mind when Ben recited his newest poem about love, about how when you think about the person, your heart seems to flutter, how you feel like you could spend forever with them, and it still wouldn’t feel like long enough.

But he realized that boys weren’t supposed to feel that way about other boys, and his mom would go apeshit if he told her.

He smiled and moved over to sit on Richie’s lap, which took him by surprise, but he was not unopposed to. Eddie sat on Richie’s lap all the time at the Barrens, whenever he was afraid of his allergies acting up or he just wanted to be closer to the boy.

He leaned with his back towards the wall, one arm resting across his shoulders, one in his lap. Neither of them talked. It was a comfortable position for both of them and neither wanted to break the comfortable silence radiating throughout the air.

Not many other people hung out in the diner, that was what made it so special. It was like their very own little hideout, a secret kept from the rest of the world, except the regulars, of course.

They heard the little bell on the top of the door ring and he scrambled off Richie’s lap, but not before Mike saw. He pretended like he didn’t, though, so he was looking up when they saw him.

He faked seeing them and put on a bright smile, waving to them and holding the comic to his chest, watching as Richie’s face lit up. Stan had told him about something like that at the end of freshman year, where they were just comfortably… on each other, like it was the most casual thing in the world. At first, Mike had just assumed they were affectionate friends, but during the meal, he could see the two boys flicking anxious glances between one another and he realized there could be more to the story.

And again, they never spoke of it, because talking about it would make it real, and what was there to make?

Eddie was merely sixteen when he needed to get his wisdom teeth removed. It was both an emergency surgery and an important moment in his life, so naturally, he called on his three best friends to make sure he was okay after the surgery.

Bill Denbrough, who had been his best friend since childhood, taught him how to ride a bike and never made fun of him or his illnesses, Stanley Uris, who always knew what to do with the rather frequent anxiety attacks he had, and of course, Richie Tozier, because Richie was the most loveable damned idiot in the world, and there would never be a scenario where he was not there. He wanted to bring the other losers, but the doctor said any more than three people was too much.

The surgery went well, despite his anxiety over it. It only became a problem when he was wheeled into the patient room in a wheelchair, giggling like a madman with cotton in his mouth.

“He’s high!” Richie squealed with genuine joy in his tone.

“Stanley!” Eddie suddenly screamed, eyes fixed on the tall, Jewish boy. He smiled goofily, his eyes unfocused.

“Stan… Stanley, c'mere.” He motioned for him to come closer. Stan looked between Richie and Bill, who shrugged.

He bent down near Eddie’s wheelchair and smiled softly.

“Hi, E-”

“You have pasta on your head!” He reached out to grab Stan’s hair, but a now-frowning Jewish boy bat his hand away.

“Fuck you, Eddie,” Stan grumbled, looking away. He began giggling again.

“Where’s Bill? I love Bill!” Eddie’s eyes peeled curiously around the sterile waiting room.

“I’m ruh- right here,” Bill spoke up, leaning down onto his knees and the side of the wheelchair. Eddie reached a limp hand onto his face.

“I love you, Bill. You’re my best friend! If anybody asks I’ll say… I like my best friend Bill… but-” His eyebrows furrowed in thought, “But I love my best friend Richie.”

“Aw, Eds. I always knew you loved me!” Richie came up from behind Bill and sat on the other side of Eddie’s wheelchair.

He removed his hands from Bill’s face and brought them softly to Richie’s.

“Mm- hmm…” He hummed softly, dreamily. His fingers combed through Richie’s untamed curls, thumbs finding themselves underneath his glasses.

“I like your face… I like your eyes, and your hair… and glasses. But… I also like your jokes. Sometimes they’re funny…” Eddie whispered, his fingers brushing against Richie’s lips. His eyes were transfixed on them, the pink, chapped, peeling mess they were.

“You think my jokes are funny, Eds?” Richie’s voice came out awkwardly pitched, and neither of them noticed Bill watching the exchange intently. He almost felt like he was interrupting a private moment between them.

“Yeah… sometimes. I don’t like the ones about my mom, though. That’s gross.” Richie grinned, then Stan came in the room and they helped Eddie out of his chair and to the car.

He was heavy and he wasn’t walking right, so they had to balance him between them, Bill unlocking the car while Richie and Stan walked on either side of him with his arms pulled around their shoulders.

When they got in the car, Bill was driving, Stan in the passenger’s seat, and Eddie asleep against Richie’s shoulder in the back.

Bill had never seen them act so quiet and… intimate towards each other before. It was strange, but if it made them happy, Bill was unopposed.

During the summer of Junior year, everything became too much for Beverly again. She ran as fast as she could, feet slamming against the pavement, to get to Richie’s house. She just needed to see him.

She swung her leg over the tree branch close to his window and leapt off onto the roof, knocking quickly on the glass with her fist.

The light was on, so she was sure he’d be home, and there was a soft murmering on his side. She saw a shift in light as he drew back the curtains, and the second he saw her bruised eye and busted lip, he pulled her into a hug.

“Oh, Beverly…” He sighed, with pity in his tone. When it was quiet, she could hear a soft sobbing and feel another presence in the room. She turned her head slowly to the side to see Eddie, with red-rimmed eyes and tear tracks running down his face.

“Eh- Eddie?” She choked out, peering through misty eyes at him. She heard Richie heave a rattling sigh.

“Yeah, I have two of you tonight. We can watch a movie if you want, but please clean off your lip first, I can get you some ice from the fridge.” She nodded quickly, because if Eddie wouldn’t ask questions, neither would she.

She went to the bathroom and splashed some water on her face, hoping that she’d feel better. When she went back to the room, Richie had pulled Eddie onto his chest and the shorter boy had nuzzled his head right underneath his chin. He was silently crying about something, mumbling 'It was bullshit, Rich, it was all bullshit. She lied to me, she lied.’

Richie was comforting him with soft assurances whispered into his hair and his hand rubbing soft circles in Eddie’s back. She sat on the bed next to them, a feeling settling in her stomach. They turned on a movie– Ferris Bueller’s Day Off– and Eddie fell asleep against Richie almost instantly. He’d wrapped his arm around her shoulders and then she didn’t feel so alone.

She was woken up when Eddie woke up, not because he was crying so much as just to push himself off of Trashmouth and go back to sleep pretending nothing ever happened.

They were eighteen when Ben finally saw them as well, except it wasn’t as innocent as the other times, in fact quite the opposite.

They’d all been planning to meet at Mike’s house for movie night before they all had to leave for college. It would have been alright, had Mike not left them to their own devices with the TV. Of course they would argue about what show they’d watch and neither would settle.

Ben was just walking into the house, not trying to be scarred by the image of one of his best friend’s heads pressed against the other’s crotch, but his wish would not be granted, as when he turned into the living room, that was basically the position they were in.

They said it’d happened on accident and both of them turned bright red when Ben noticed. He never got a clear explanation of what happened, both boys seemed to completely deny it, making up some excuse about a remote or something like that.

He had absolutely no idea how that was a viable excuse, but he’d learned from his friends it was best not to talk about the tension between them.

Richie tried to play it off with a cheap dick joke and Eddie beeped him and hit him upside the head.

“So Ben… how’s it going with… Beverly?” Eddie attempted to distract. Ben blushed and shook his head, because he didn’t want to think about the time he, Mike, and Beverly had hung out together and he’d not-so-accidentally kissed both of them.

Soon enough, Mike came into the room with Star Wars on VHS and they all settled when Bill entered the house. He always did have a calming prescence.

They’d all sprawled out across each other, Beverly in between Mike and Ben on the couch, Stan leaning his head on Bill’s shoulder, Richie with his head on Eddie’s lap. And Ben couldn’t forget how their faces were red as cherry tomatoes and they both kept flicking anxious glances over to him.

It wasn’t like they cared much, nobody really did, but it was still a compromising position.

It was finally college, the last night the Losers would be spending together, all together at least, until they left Derry and by extension, each other. It wasn’t all bad, Bill, Stan, and Mike managed to get accepted into the same college, which was only fourty miles away from Beverly’s and fifty away from Ben’s. Richie and Eddie had also managed to get into the ssme college, but it was a whole different state away from the other’s.

They’d all decided to get drunk and play seven minutes in heaven in Ben’s closet. All night, Eddie had noticed the Losers were acting sort of strange, all except Richie. He tried to tell himself it was just because they were drunk or upset because of college. He didn’t either of those excuses.

The way they played the game, it was sort of a mix between spin the bottle and seven minutes in heaven.

Whoever the bottle landed on was who you had to go into the closet with. Eddie had at first landed on a drunken Bill, who spent their whole seven minutes gushing about Stan’s face.

A few other turns passed, and then it was Richie’s turn. And he landed on Eddie. Eddie held his breath as Richie guided them into the closet and slammed the door shut.

They both just stared at each other for a few soul-crushing minutes. And then Richie spoke up.

“Well come on, Eds. It’s seven minutes in heaven. I thought you’d be all over this.” Richie gestured obscenely. Eddie rolled his eyes.

“Beep beep, Trashmouth.” But it wasn’t said with the usual annoyance, because suddenly Richie was coming towards him, and he intertwined their fingers together, slowly pushing Eddie towards the wall.

Eddie’s heart was racing so fast he was sure Richie could sense it.

“This is fine,” He muttered, because he did that a lot, tried to convince himself that things were alright when he was on the verge of screaming with emotion. He hadn’t meant to say it out loud, though, and Richie took it as the go-ahead to press his lips against Eddie’s.

The kiss was soft, his lips were chapped, but warm and gentle. He didn’t try to force his tongue down his throat, the way Eddie’s mother had always told him kisses were.

It was just… innocent. Everything was quiet around them, it was dark, but everything felt like it was glowing around him. Richie bit Eddie’s lips softly, their breaths becoming the only sound in the room. He picked Eddie up by his thighs and Eddie wrapped his arms around Richie, tilting his head back to deepen the kiss, because that was what they wanted.

They just kept kissing, coming up for air every once in a while, but not talking. Not ever talking. It had obviously been way longer than seven minutes and Eddie wasn’t even sure if the Losers were out there anymore. So that had been their plan, try to get them drunk and making out. It’d worked.

They didn’t want to talk about what happened, and when Richie looked, they’d been in the closet for a whole twenty minutes. None of the Losers commented on their messy hair, or the hickey on Eddie’s collarbone.

The Losers knew how to get them together better than they did.

Taglist: @toziertrashmouth @s-s-georgie @childishsoup @beep-beep-richie-trashmouth @beep-beep-gazebos @ithinkthe4thkindisabuttthing @trashmouth-reddie Bolded means I couldn’t tag you.

BTS When They Buy You Pads


“Heavy - light - or regular flow?” He asks rather loudly, you hush at him through the phone
“Not so loud, get the regular”
“But the heavy ones come with extra support” he says reading it out of the label knowing fully well how embarrassed you get.
“Jin” you whine, the last thing you want is an article on what pads you use.
He laughs lightly “alright alright, I’ll be there in 5 - eh maybe 10 I want to pick up some groceries for dinner tonight.”

Originally posted by rapdaegu


"Why can’t you just get them” he groaned over the phone. He begins to pinch the bridge of his nose as you explain to him why you cant go outside “Alright - fine” he grumbles hanging up an heading to the convientt store near his studio.
“Uh - Do you sell those things women use for their period?” he asks the cashier before he waste time looking for them. The guy nods twards the direction of the
“What is this?” he scrunches his noise as he sees the large selection of products. “Definelty not getting this” he says staring at the tampons “Only thing going inside her is me” he jokes to himself.
He finally settles on a box of pads and pays the cashier.

Originally posted by jimiyoong


“Can you please buy a box of pads” You whine into your cellphones.
”Is it that time already?” You answer with another whine
“Sure, i’ll get them on my way home” he answers “anything else?”
“Salty or sweet?”
“Spicy and sweet”
“Got it, coming right up with a side of cuddling”

Originally posted by jjeonguk


“Um - Where do you even buy those things?” he asks
“Literally any decent size convient store”
“Alright, don’t hang up” he walks into a store “where are they?”
“Ask the cashier”
“Noooo” he whines walking around the store he stops in front of a familiar package. “Found them!” He smiles but he looks up at the top shelves and sees the same package with more pads “wait no - those have more”
He stretches out to grab the highest ones when some packages fall under him.
“What was that?” You ask
“Um nothing, I’ll be there soon”

Originally posted by slapmon


“Did you forget to buy them?” He says half worried and half amused.
“Yes - it came too early this month”
“So no sex?”
“Wha- stop thing about nasty thing and think about the pads!” You remind him
“Oh right!”
He can feel himself slightly blushing as the items are getting scanned.
The male cashier looks up sympathetically, “your girlfriend makes you do this too?”
He nods and lets out a light laugh
“Good call on the sweet, man” the cashier says scanning the various types of snacks.
“Is it normal in relationship?”
“Oh very” the guys laughs

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin


He stands in the aisle, carefully contemplating which one to pick. He just got off the phone with you and thought to dial again. "Which one is it?”
“The pad, tae - they one with the wings”
“They can fly?” he jokes around, humming the Outro: Wings while searching. “Um…” his mind goes blank as he starts seeing Tampons and cups, “why do girls like to torture themselves?”
“What are you talking about?”
“I mean unless you like that up there…”
“Tae! Stop looking at the tampons!”
“There’s so many”
“I’m literally stuck in the bathroom until you get here”

Originally posted by cutae-hyungie


“You’re not serious?” he says
“I’m deadly serious”
“Can’t you hold it while you’re out?” He jokes already grabbing his jacket, “Aigo, I was in the middle of a good match”
“Forget it, i’ll call another friend” you sigh about to hang up
“I’m already heading there, babe” he admits “do you have enough pills?”
“I think so”
“The worst” Jungkook goes directly to the aisle and gets the exact pack without asking you. He’s seen it enough at the apartment to recognize it.
“Run a hot bath for us” He says checking the item out.
“You barely move a finger when you have cramps. I’ll scrub you, no charge” he jokes taking the bag.

Originally posted by nochuie



Slow Burn - Part 1

Summary: The reader is reluctantly setup on a blind date and it doesn’t go as planned. Is there an instant spark or is it a slow burn?

Pairing: firefighter!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,995

Ding dong!

Ding dong!

“Y/N! Open up!”

Shit. You were hoping he forgot.

You lazily stroll over to your front door and pull it open, “Yes, sir? What can I do for you?” You greet dryly.

Your best friend Justin is planted in front of you with raised eyebrows, “Why aren’t you ready?” He asks annoyed.

“Ready for what?” You fake innocence as he invites himself into your home. “Oh please do come in!”

Justin shoots you a bitch face and shuffles into the kitchen, “I was hoping you’d be all ready and excited for your date. But I forgot who I was dealing with.” 

“Blind dates suck!” You declare with a whine, wrapping your pink fluffy bathrobe tight around your body.

Keep reading

Fresh Start - Part 4

Pairing: Barry Allen x Reader

Featuring: Cisco Ramon and Caitlin Snow

Words: 1752

Warnings: none

Tags: @onceuponateenpanwolfian @moonlightbae14 @gothesimplethingsinlife @jade-cheshire @writingsofagirlintomanyfandoms

Request: none

Notes: this is not the gif I wanted to use but the internet connection at home is the absolute worst and this is the first one that I could use.

Originally posted by gustin-daily

PART 1  /  PART 2  /  PART 3  /  PART 5  /  PART 6  /  PART 7  /  PART 8  /  PART 9

Waking up to meet up with Barry next day was one of the hardest thing you had ever done. You were so tired after going to sleep late at night. Not even your morning shower helped. At least, you were going to have a coffee with him that would help you to stay awake. And luckily for you, Jitters was close to your apartment; otherwise, you would have been late for sure.

When you first walked in, you looked around trying to spot Barry but he still wasn’t there so you ordered a coffee and find a table close to the door so he would see you when he came in. You took out your laptop and started writing down the things you wanted to ask him about.

“Sorry I’m late!” You looked up from the screen when you heard his voice.

You smiled at him and told him not to worry before he went to order himself a cup of coffee. You couldn’t help but stare while he wasn’t looking. He was wearing a red t-shirt with a jacket over it, jeans and black convers. He really looked fit but he didn’t look like the kind of guy who used to go to the gym. His hair had a beautiful light brown hair and was a complete and adorable mess.

“Something wrong?” He asked suddenly sitting in front of you.

It was then when you realized that you had been staring at him the whole time, completely lost in your own thoughts. When he sat, you felt your cheeks turning red as he smiled at you. What on earth was wrong with you? You were (Y/N) Queen for fuck’s sake, you didn’t blush just because a cute guy smiled at you.

“No, sorry” you said after a moment. “I was just thinking” you shrugged.

“About?” He asked with a smirk as he placed the mug down. You raised an eyebrow at him before smirking as well. So he did want to play this game.

“The article” you said casually, making him laugh.

“Sure, the article” he nodded. “So…what do you want to know?” He asked.

“First, I’ve seen that the first metahuman Central City has ever seen is The Flash” you started talking. He nodded slowly as he focused his whole attention on you which made you feel nervous but you forced yourself to focus on the subject. “And that was like 2 years ago?”

“Yeah, two and a half” he shrugged.

“Ok, and after him more and more came up. Is it related to the particle accelerator Harrison Wells tried to make work?” You asked.

“Yes, it is” he sighed looking down at his coffee. “Actually, that explosion was the one that caused the apparition of metahumans” he explained.

“How?” You asked with a frown.

“When the accelerator exploded, it released some kind of… ‘particles cloud’ that affected some people in different ways, changing their DNA so they can do things humans can’t normally do like…controlling the weather, run faster and so on”

“But why did that ‘cloud’ affect some people and some other are normal?” You asked.

“The affected people has what we call the ‘metagen’” he explained. You nodded as you typed everything. “When those particles and that gen came into contact, their DNA changed and so did they” he shrugged.

“I see…” you frowned looking at him again. “Is there anyway to know if someone is a metahuman just by looking at them?” You asked.

“It depends on the way their DNA changed. But almost none of them experienced a physical change” he shrugged. “The Flash himself could he here right now and you wouldn’t even know” he smirked.

“Interesting” you chuckled. “So…”

Suddenly you stopped talking as everyone became silence around you. The only thing you could hear was the TV where you could see a woman outside a bank, surrounded by the police. It looked like a robbery but suddenly the woman screamed and the signal was lost.

“What was that?” You asked turning to look at Barry again but he was gone. “Barry?”

You looked around in case he had gone closer to the TV but he was nowhere in the coffee shop. He had literally disappeared, leaving you alone and with an unfinished article in front of you. Too much for the nice guy. With an angry sigh, you closed the laptop and finished your coffee. You had classes to attend.

On the other side of the city, Barry arrived at STAR Labs an hour later. He had tried to fight the Black Siren but her scream had been too much for him and he was forced to go back to the labs.

“How did she even come here?” He asked walking into the cortex.

“We don’t know man” Cisco said while he and Caitlin were typing on the computer as fast as they could.

“She’s from Earth-2 so it should be through some breach” Barry said crossing his arms.

“And we don’t know about many people who can open breaches” Cisco mumbled. “Gypsy” he added looking up from his computer.

“You think so?” Caitlin asked.

“It doesn’t make sense” Barry sighed running a hand through his hair. “Gypsy doesn’t have any reason to come here”

“Unless she’s after someone” Cisco pointed out.

“Which I am” they all turned around to see Gypsy coming out of a breach that disappeared the moment she stepped into the room.

You spent the rest of the day in a bad mood. Your interview was going perfect, Barry was being so sweet and helpful and the article was going to be amazing. And the he just left, without even saying goodbye or anything and of course he didn’t even try to reach out to you.

Everyone around you was talking about the attack at the bank and you heard them talking about a ‘Black Siren’ so you imagined that was the name of the metahuman you saw on TV. Later on, you finally found some info on internet that said that the Black Siren was able to scream at such potency that would hurt the human brain. Wow. Why most of the metas choose the dark side? Wouldn’t it be easier be like The Flash and help people?

After your classes, you decided to stay at the library to keep on working on your article. Since it looked like Barry wasn’t going to be much of a help now, you decided to talk about The Flash on your article. Luckily for you, finding information about him and his ‘adventures’ was quite easy. The whole city loved him so there were a lot of blogs and pages dedicated to him. It surprised you to see that there was a ‘Flash Day’ and a special coffee at Jitters with his name.

“The Green Arrow could try this” you chuckled to yourself.

It was weird that both cities had someone looking after them but the way the citizens saw both heroes was completely different. Many people in Star City was afraid of the vigilante, while people in Central City literally loved The Flash. For you, both of them were heroes. Maybe the Green Arrow just operated during night and his methods were questionable, but he was just trying to save his city, just like The Flash was doing with his own.

An hour later, you had enough information to write the whole article so, since you were tired, you decided to wrap it up at home. You picked up your things and went straight to the parking lot as you looked for your car keys in your bag.

“(Y/N)!” You heard your name being called so you stopped and looked around to find Barry hurrying over you.

For a moment, you felt happy to see him, even relieved that he was alright after he left like that. But then, anger came back. He had left you after he had promised he would help you.

“What are you doing here?” You asked raising an eyebrow.

“I came to apologize” he said.

“Too late” you said walking to your car.

“Wait! Let me help you” he said following you.

“Too late” you repeated. “I finished the article and I don’t even know why I’m talking to you!” You exclaimed turning to look at him. “You literally disappeared when you promised you would help me. Without even saying goodbye or anything” you frowned.

“I really am sorry. I swear. I got a call from the CCPD about the meta-attack and I had to leave” he explained.

“And there was no time to say ‘(Y/N) I’m sorry, I have to go to work. Can we do this later?’ Was that too hard to do?” You asked.

“I know, I know, I screwed up and I’m really sorry” he said. “Please, forgive me” he said putting both of his hands together under his chin.

It was hard to stay mad at him when he looked so damn adorable and when you thought he had gone all the way there just to apologize.

“Look Barry” you sighed. “It’s ok. I finished the article so forget about it” you shrugged.

“Let me make it up to you” he said with a small smile. “Big Belly Burger? Tomorrow night?” He suggested.

“Is that a date?” You asked with a smile.

“Only if you want it to be” he replied biting his lip.

You laughed a little and looked away in an attempt to cover your blushed cheeks. A date with Barry sounded like a perfect plan for a Thursday night actually, especially because you didn’t have classes on Friday. After a few moments, you looked back at him.

“Ok fine” you said with a bigger smile.

“Yes!” he said clapping once which made you laugh. “I’ll see you tomorrow at Jitters at 7” he said.

“Jitters? Aren’t we going to the Big Belly Burger?” You asked raising an eyebrow.

“You’re new in town. I guess I’ll have to show you around” he winked at you. “See you tomorrow then” he said leaning in to plant a small kiss on your cheek that left you with a stupid smile on your face while he turned around to leave.

“Wait! How did you come? I can drive you back” you offered.

“Don’t worry. I took the bus” he smiled.

You just stood there watching him walk away towards the bus stop. Then you realized you were standing in the middle of a parking lot so you shook your head, focused and went to your car. Maybe you liked this guy. At least a bit. Otherwise, you wouldn’t even give him another chance.

Cultural Differences

@spookyphsyco @sdavid09 @life-is-righteous @pandepirateprincess @sassytyphoondetective

So an ask crossed my dash, and though it wasn’t a request for me specifically, I felt a little inspired nonetheless.

word count: ~1.2k

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“She must be in mourning,” Kíli decided. Beside him, Fíli nodded.

“Well, lads,” Nori began, shooting you an awkward glance and making you realise they were talking about you. “In my experience, ladies of Men who have their hair cut that short… well, usually the father did it to shame her for lying with someone she shouldn’t have.” Kíli gave you a wide-eyed stare at that, and Fíli’s eyes seemed close to popping out of his skull. You just gaped at Nori, completely overwhelmed.

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Chap Stick (Peter Parker)

Request:  Can you write an imagine Peter’s in love with popular reader and she’s waiting for him to make a move but he’s oblivious? They slightly know each other but not like besties or anything. One day as Peter stares her across table she texts him something sweet and flirty? you can take it from here to anywhere, I hope you would write it thank you so much <3

Requested by: @imaginesyes 

A/N: I’m so happy you requested this! Honestly big privilege to write for anyone! I changed it a little to when Peter has only just got his powers so he still wears his glasses! Also, the text is a little more flirty than sweet and (Y/B/F/N) can be male or female, personally I imagined male, but it’s up to you :)

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: Nada, cheesy flirting maybe?

I was listening to My Type by Saint Motel, you can listen to it here.

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Why do y’all hate Taro?

I like Taro Yamada. I don’t see why so many people hate him? 

Calling him a “wimp” or a “pussy” for getting scared at the sight of death? Anyone sane would do that. In fact, I’m sure 90-100% of people who say that Taro is a “coward” would run away if they saw a murderer, as well. 

Why are we getting mad at Taro for falling for all of the rivals so quickly? There are some people who fall in love easily. Is it really that bad to easily fall in love?

And can we just address the people who hate him because he’s “rude” to Ayano? I can speak from experience: HAVING A YANDERE LIKE YOU SUCKS. It’s scary. It’s scaring. Taro’s reaction to murder, Ayano’s odd behavior and stalking are completely normal. And yeah, it is pretty disgusting to take shots of a girl’s underwear without their consent. I agree with Taro on that. (Though I have no problem with doing so in-game because it’s not harming any real people.) I feel like a lot of you would be perfectly fine with Senpai acting like this if Senpai were a girl. Yes, I am aware that you can set Taro to be Taeko instead.

I’ve seen people calling Taro “whiny”. Again, you wouldn’t be happy if someone was stalking you and killed someone in front of you, would you?

Um, is there really anything wrong with enjoying reading? Maybe I’m a little biased because I enjoy reading, but there’s nothing wrong with being the shy, quite type who enjoys books and nature.

Can we all stop hating on Taro’s design? You can customize Taro to look different. That’s just his default design, and default designs are never super cool. Just customize him to look different. And besides, Taro was created to fit the archetype of the plain, boring, normal main protagonist in harem anime that for some reason all the girls love.  

All the reasons I’ve seen for hating Taro are so stupid. None of those are actually good reasons to hate Taro. Seriously, I’m sure someone can come up with better reasons. Now, I’m not saying that all of the fandom hates Taro, I’m just saying that I’ve barely seen him getting any love from the fans. Don’t you think that he deserves some respect, after all he’s been through? 

Also, he’s much better at rapping than Budo. We all have to admit that.

(This by no means shows that I ship Ayano with Taro. I don’t ship them.)

Bangtan is growing so much I’m crying

I’m feeling nostalgic af today forgive me for the spam

DEBUTED 13/06/2013

1st ANNIVERSARY 13/06/2014

Look at their first anniversary picture omg 2014 bangtan was so young…jungkook was still a baby here



and this picture where I’m 100% sure tae was trying to twerk + namjoon being scared at yoongi’s unusual antics

this picture where namjoon seemed like he doesn’t give a shit and don’t know why he even did this lmao

namjoon be creepin at the back

and this picture in which I don’t know wtf is going on here but it’s cool but namjoon can you cooperate pls lmao

and this party at their old dorm (i swear i’m not crying rn) I’m that cheetah

2nd ANNIVERSARY 13/06/2015

And then, we stepped into the year 2015, their 2nd anniversary + the iconic awkward family picture

just look at this cuties


so cute

looking fine as hell but still cute and dorky


yoongi doe

fluffy af + yoongi’s slim legs wtf so beautiful

look at the smiles of angels

and this lmao

I just have to include this here because it’s cute (♥ω♥ ) ~♪ 

Bangtan in America aka the day Jayhope appeared (AHL was fun lmao)

Sailors? Fuck yes

3rd ANNIVERSARY 13/06/2016

Now, into the year of 2016, last year’s festa. Yoongi looks like a proud dad with 6 children I ain’t kidding that’s my first thought when I saw this lol

and this

This cute outdoor pictures with the colorful t-shirts and shorts

do you see how high they jumped like holy shit

get this out from my face CUTE AF ahhhhh help me

this is the reason for my death


and again, I’m really curious what’s the context behind this picture. 2 orange human with superpowers with their leader, Jin which apparently is a chef who can cook hella delicious food that’ll save the world, with 4 handsome sidekicks??? lmao idk what I’m typing wtf but this pic i swear it’s weird and funny, but still aesthetically pleasing


don’t attack me pls that stare

Chef Jin aka handsome world leader that spreads happiness and love with his cooking + magical rice spatula (it looks normal but it holds such power that can beats Gordon Ramsay’s cooking)

this is probably the most normal hobi can be and the mildest yoongi can be (we all know yoongi is secretly as crazy as hobi tbh lol) SOPE FTW

4th ANNIVERSARY 13/06/2017

And this year, the 2017 BTS Festa (do you see the schedules omg they spoil us way too much i love it) THEY GROWN UP WELL

back with the school boy looks and wow that shorts…dem smooth legs ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) can i have that giraffe with abnormally long legs at the back pls it kinda stole the whole spotlight jk bangtan still caught my eyes with the beautiful legs

Can i join them pls that looks so fluffy

YNWA photoshoot is just amazing…tae and namjoon in bandana wow i love death (and namjoon’s pose why it looks like a kawaii high school girl pose the sailor moon effect I guess)



I expected a picture where namjoon’s face is full with icing and cake,but nevermind this is still cute okay bighit is a tease

when they win big awards (●♡∀♡))ヾ☆*。look how proud they are

yoongi is crying my heart cannot take this


The family pictures for this year are on 10/06 but I’m not sure if I’ll have internet access by that time T.T why this kind of things happen to me so idc i’ll do this appreciation today lmao

Review: The Unstoppable Wasp #7

The Unstoppable Wasp #7

Writer: Jeremy Whitley

Artist: Veronica Fish, Megan Wilson

Publisher: Marvel

Release Date: July 5, 2017

Cover Price: $3.99

This issue really made me like Janet Van Dyne. Her internal monologue was well-written and authentic. She came across as smart, witty, sure of herself, and not the one note fashion designer I remember from the Avengers stories of my youth. The way she takes care of Nadia (the titular Unstoppable Wasp) is heartwarming and fun. We get to see her roll with an accidental broken nose, work together with Nadia to defeat goofy supervillains The Beetle and Whirlwind, and use her connections and charm to repair Nadia’s rapidly splintering G.I.R.L. (Genius in Action Research Labs) from falling apart before it can get started. Janet spends the whole book telling the audience how much she isn’t a mom type while acting like the best kind of mom possible. I don’t normally go for feel-good reading, but dammit if this book didn’t make me sniffle a little bit when I read it, and return to sniffle again multiple times. Writer Jeremy Whitley definitely has a handle on the character of Janet, and knows how to mix action and emotion nicely.

The art is a little kiddy-looking for my taste. But I realize I’m probably not the intended audience here; there are plenty of titles for adult white males to enjoy that feature more standard comic book artwork. This doesn’t happen to be one of them. But if it works for the intended audience, I have no issues with it. And the visual storytelling is pretty damned impressive, especially the page where Janet and Beetle tumble down a staircase, fighting all the while. Artist Veronica Fish’s use of non-standard panels in timely ways is subtle but noteworthy.

I like this issue. I think you should read it.

anonymous asked:

Can u give me a sarcastic comment about everyone being so fucking pressed that Lady Patriotism herself didn't appear on the 4th? I'm over the response but people won't shut the fuck up

I see a few scenarios for as to why instead of the normal patriotic gang bang that is usually Taymerica didn’t happen.

1. Scott and Andrea reserved the house for what appeared to be, from the photos, some sort of Trump fundraiser. Seriously, everyone in the candids we did see looked like they for sure owned some sort of “Make America Great Again!” type apparel.

2. Joe didn’t get his permission slip signed and/or his mom decided he wasn’t allowed to go.

3. Bouncing off number two, Tree Paine implemented her “No dicks, no chicks”  rule to quell the gay.

4. Literally the majority of Taylor’s famous friends (Ed, Lorde, Karlie, Cara, Selena, etc) are touring/working/doing something else. When you think about it, the fewer Instagram obsessed people that attend an event, the less likely there is to be *gasp* Instagram documentation of said event.

Literally I don’t get the people who are throwing a tantrum over Taylor being more low key and private when they literally shout about the media being all up in her business, and how she deserves to live her life as a normal 27 year old if she wants etc etc. It’s invasive if the paps do something, but if a creepy 15 year old white girl named some whack shit like McKenna Mackayla aka wildestpoptartdreams1313 is low key climbing a stone wall on a beach in Rhode Island to try and get a glimpse of Taylor and her big brothers/big sisters sponsee Joe and whoever else might be there, its okay because “WE ARE FANS AND WE WERE JUST EXCITED FOR TAYMERICA!” 

anonymous asked:

Hi hi hi, can I please ask for Jung Sewoon + 40? Thank you!! I love your writing btw 💕

Thank you sm 😊

40. “Can I sit here?” + Jung Sewoon

Living in the city was busy. The cars, the traffic, the Starbucks lines, every where was always full of people and sometimes this made you feel a sense of comfort. Other times it made you mad because you weren’t always patient and you too had places to be too.

So when you got on the bus one late evening after work/school/whatever you do, you were disappointed to say when you saw all the seats were full. Sighing you looked over the aisles once again before you spotted a seat…being occupied by a guitar. Now you weren’t normally the type of person to ask someone to move their stuff but you were tired and you just wanted someplace to sit. So approaching the boy who seemed like the owner.

“Can I sit here?” You asked tapping the dude on his shoulder making him look at you. And damn he was cute. Like really cute. He on the other got startled and let out a series of ‘sure’s and ‘sorry’s. You giggled at his flustered state and were grateful that you could now sit.

Once you got to your stop you and the boy got off. And you soon realized that he was following you to your apartment complex but when you confronted him.

“I live here too”


“I’m Sewoon”

“Nice to meet you, I’m y/n”

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anonymous asked:

Hi! What are flash sheets? Also, are there actually products that are good to use on your tattoos after they've healed? Lou Teasdale was promoting some scrub that she said was good for tattoos and that made me wonder.

Hi! Flash sheets are pages of pre-drawn tattoo designs. They’re usually on the wall or in books at tattoo shops so people can come in and choose something to get tattooed if they don’t have something they already want. Flash sheet images are not custom, meaning they can be tattooed over and over again on different people. Tattoo collectors are usually the type of people who get flash…for example when I travel or get tattooed by an artist I like, I rarely get something custom, I just choose something I dig off of their flash!

Here are some of mine: 

As for your question about products good for healed tattoos, once they’re healed you can treat them like normal skin for the most part. I always recommend using sunscreen on them if you’re going out, but general exfoliation and moisturizing will keep them looking sharp and bright like the rest of your skin. I use a coffee or a sugar scrub, and moisturize with rose-hip oil or coconut oil! 

Aomine x Reader


Sorry, I needed to write something to calm myself down!

Why is this so difficult? You had been broken up for months, but seeing him with another girl, so happy… it killed you inside. You watched as he walked the halls with her, pretending like you didn’t exist. 

Well you do. Seeing him like this… was almost cruel.

You heard the bell ring, signaling for you to head to class. A classroom that he would be in. A classroom where he would sit beside you through out the day. You made your way down the hallway, turning into the hallway that lead to your classroom. You stopped dead in your tracks. There he was, with her again. He kissed her on the lips and hugged her goodbye as she walked to the classroom across from yours.

You took a deep breath.

You can do this. All you have to do, is ignore him. You walked into the classroom and took a seat at your desk. You tried to find something, anything, to distract you from your ex sitting next to you. You figured it couldn’t be that difficult, right?

You were wrong.

When the first class period ended, his friends walked up to his desk and started discussing his new girlfriend. It felt like you were invisible to them. He was the one that broke up with you, so why did he feel the need to rub this in your face? You started to feel sick to your stomach. You stood up, sliding your chair back loudly. The boys stopped talking and glanced at you, suddenly feeling a bit guilty. You stormed out of the classroom and made your way too the roof.

You took a deep breath.

Before you knew it, you had started crying. Your lip was quivering, and your body was shaking. Your cries grew louder and louder, knowing that no one would be able to hear you from way up here. You stopped trying to hold yourself back.

“Damn, you’re noisy.” You heard a faint voice groan from above the platform. You felt your eyes widen in horror. It never occurred to you that someone else would be hiding up here. You quickly wiped your tears and looked up to see the star of the basketball team.

“A-Aomine… Daiki?” You gasped. You covered your face in embarrassment. He jumped down and rubbed the back of his neck slightly.

“I don’t know why you are crying.. But if you need to talk about it, I suppose I can try to listen.” Aomine was a bit flushed. He normally didn’t care about these types of situations, but there was something about the depth of your crying that struck a cord with him. “I may not be much help, however.”

You started to cry again, sitting down and holding onto your knees. Aomine sat next to you, letting you cry, not saying a word. He didn’t want to interrupt you, especially when he felt like letting yourself cry it out, would be almost therapeutic. You finally started to calm down. Your body shaking in the most embarrassing way. You were gasping for air. Aomine placed his hand on your back, rubbing gently to help soothe you,

“He… broke up with me… and started dating this other girl. He acts like I don’t exist, so I have to watch this happen… She is so much prettier than I am..” You started to fight back tears.

“hm.. Who is she?” Aomine asked. You thought for a moment.

“Miki Kunagawa.” You stated somberly. Aomine chuckled a bit. You looked over at him, slightly narrowing your eyes. “How is any of this funny?!”

“I know her. She asked me out, but I told her no.. Oh.. and she isn’t prettier than you.” You wiped your tears that started to form and wrapped your arms more tightly around your legs, resting your head on your knees.

“Yes she is.” You added. Aomine wrapped his arm around you and sighed. He let the silence wash over you for a bit, before finally opening his mouth to speak.

“Kunagawa-san goes from guy to guy on a monthly basis. You… You’re a better choice, and he is stupid for not realizing it. I mean it, ___-chan.” You looked up at him and blushed slightly.

“You know my name?” You asked, perking your head up. Aomine’s cheeks turned a bright shade of pink.

“Yeah, I’ve known it for awhile. I was actually pretty down when you started dating that asshole.” He confessed. You looked up into his eyes and crawled towards him. You rested your head against his chest and closed your eyes.

“I… don’t know if I feel the same way, but I know that I like you.” You let a faint smile form on your lips. You never imagined Aomine would like a girl like you. You stayed against his chest for the next twenty minutes, just listening to his heart beat as he played with your hair. You heard the bell ring, it was time for lunch. You looked up at him and he smiled. You weren’t sure if it was because of the situation you were in, or because his smile was the most incredible thing you ever saw but..

Your heart skipped a beat.

Aomine stood up and pulled you up with him. He held your hand and walked down to the cafeteria. You noticed the looks you were getting, you wondered if Aomine noticed them as well. Aomine bought two meals, one for himself and one for you. He brought you to a table and sat with you. You felt your cheeks heat up as he looked into you eyes. You looked away shyly, and noticed your ex again. He was sitting across from the girl he was seeing, feeding her from his plate. Aomine hooked his finger under your chin and turned your head to face him.

“Look at me.” You looked into his eyes. Aomine’s eyes glanced at the couple. He smirked when he noticed your ex look over at you. Aomine leaned forward and kissed you gently on the lips. You felt like your heart was about to explode out of your chest. You looked him in the eyes and your face was bright red. He blushed a bit when he saw the look in your eyes. The look of wanting more, of approval. He couldn’t stop himself from kissing you again, this time a bit harder than the last. You grabbed onto his shirt, closing your eyes as he kissed you.

“No kissing in the cafeteria.” A chuckle erupted from the man who sat across from you. You looked over to see the basketball team sit down at the table with you two. Your face turned bright red. “Aomine, I didn’t know that you started dating someone. She is so cute too.” The captain teased.

“Leave her alone, don’t be jealous because you don’t have a girl.” Aomine smirked. You started to slowly eat your lunch… a smile plastered on your face.

been thinking again: I want autistic people to be able to freely appear and behave in ways that are distinguishably autistic… like… we shouldn’t be forced to make ourselves seem like allistics, because we are not allistics! we stim, and a lot of us move different, and look different, and talk different (whether that be the way we form words with our mouths, or the ways we communicate through typing, sign language, other aac, etc.) 

you can’t limit your acceptance to only those who can appear ‘normal’ enough, who are passable enough. real acceptance means embracing us the we exist naturally.


And now onto our leader, my lowkey spirit animal that I feel like is a lot of people’s spirit animal, Kim Namjoon aka Rap Monster aka Joonie

  • Part two is here, werewolf!joon as a father is here
  • He would be a very calm werewolf
  • He’s the type to have never lost control bc he’s pretty open about his emotions
  • He often goes to the older members to talk about things, anything that upsets him
  • They let him talk for as long as he needs, especially Yoongi since he knows what it’s like to have all of it boil up and snap
  • While he does have his serious moments, the maknae line drags the pup kid out of him again
  • They get him to play wrestle and roll around in the grass with them and they normally spend their time bothering him
  • “Hey hyung look what I can do!!”
  • “No no look aT ME !!!”
  • He’s more of a strength wolf than a speedy one
  • While Yoongi and Hobi are smaller and more compact and ready to sprint at any second, Namjoon’s legs are a bit longer, built more for being able to hold an opponent down rather than chase him
  • In the pack, he’s in the very front, leading everyone as their Alpha
  • Werewolf!Namjoon is a patient, calm wolf but can still be turned into a pup with the right button pushing

anonymous asked:

I need some advice please? When I'm drawing female characters I try not to make their hips so big/go the stereotypical route with the 'sexy body' look, but then the bodies end up looking square and such. How do you draw a normal female body?

Advice? Well, I’ll do my best!

First of all, I mean, what even is a ‘normal’ female body? Every person’s  body is going to be a little different based on muscle, fat, height, etc.

Take body #1 for example. You might call this the ‘sexy body’ look, because it has those wider bust/hips area with a thin waist. Admittedly, I draw this body type a lot because it’s what I’m used to.This body type can go a long way in drawing, but you can also switch it up depending on where their fat sits. 

Again, I’m not playing with anything more than slight differences in characteristics here, but hopefully you’ll see what I’m getting at. Height is obviously not a factor in these drawings, but I took body #1 and multiplied it so that I could work on different body types. 

#2 is obviously very thin. Not every thin person looks like this either, but I brought in all the “round” parts of the first body, and it still doesn’t look too square. Bodies don’t have a whole lot of straight lines anyway, so when you’re drawing bodies (even really thin ones like this) it’s good to keep a little curve in your line as you draw the longer body parts (arms, thighs, etc.). It’ll keep them from going boxy on you. 

#3 is much more muscular than the first body, but would probably be a decent approximation of what #1 would look like with a lot of muscle definition. A lot of drawing ‘normal’ looking bodies is just practice, and using LOTS of different reference. Which sometimes means seeking out new pictures and models that aren’t the stereotypical ‘sexy body’. 

#4 has a little more weight, and less definition. This, to me, is a very average body type. Of course, the weight on her hips will move up or down depending on the person, or sometimes a person’s weight will exist more around the waist and their legs will be thinner. That’s the beauty of bodies though - they’re all different, so it’s hard to go wrong as long as you’re not drawing the same body over and over again (and let’s be honest, comic books have been doing it for decades so even then, it’s fine). 

Basically, find references. If you know what kind of body you want to draw, look it up and draw that. So much of drawing bodies just comes from doing it over, and over again. Knowing how fat and muscle change a shape and how height can affect those things as well. Reference, reference, reference. Long legs, short arms, small breasts, large breasts, etc. Experiment! Keep the lines soft, even in very thin characters - and you’ll do just fine.

Tl;dr: reference images of the body types you want to draw, and notice how those differences exist in other bodies as well. You can’t draw too much. :) 

anonymous asked:

iM SO CLOSE TO MAKING ONE but urls are. hard and idk which Pokémon to use??????? im gonna die

((Well, my bud, you’re in luck cus I’m here ta help ya.  I just so happen to have this post here for some general tips ->  https://decidueye-dailyreport.tumblr.com/post/162737452713/any-advice-for-somebody-wanting-to-join-the 

As for urls, well, you should probably choose your pokemon first.  So what kinda pokemon you like, my bud??  There are about 802 pokemon to choose from - excluding fusions or variations.  

Here, if you’re jus lookin for some ideas to start with, here’s a random number generator and you can make it choose a number between 1 and 802!  http://numbergenerator.org/randomnumberbetween1and802

So for example, 

I rolled and got good ol’ 504.  Lessee what lucky buck this baby is… 

Oh look!  A hairy baby!! What?  Too plain?? Yeah, normal types can be like that I guess.  Lessgo roll again and see if we can make a random fusion.

Huh, not far off.  Lessee who this babe is.

AAA! A hot chub boy!  How darling!!  

Your name is Autumn The Unstoppable.  You are an aspiring young pokemon explorer and you dream of the day that you can prove everyone whoever doubted you that they were wrong.  The only problem is that most of their doubts are concerning your capabilities as an explorer and most of those doubts are right.  You’re a short, spastic, rash, impulsive little bugger that doesn’t think things through and is probably incapable of doing so.  Someone dare you to eat dirt??  HOW DARE THEY DOUBT YOU CAN’T YOU’LL SHOW THEM!! YOU’LL EAT THE WHOLE FRONT YARD!! No one can stop you.  Not these doubters, not your doctors.  You are Autumn The Unstoppable.  Your boss, an absol who you teasingly call “Sickle The Stick in The Mud” keeps telling you what to do like hE’S THE BOSS OF YOU OR SOMETHING??  Well,… he is… BUT REGARDLESS.  He’s always sending you out on boring, “simple” missions that he says even a rat with a 0.2 second attention span like you can’t mess up bUT YOU’LL SHOW HIM!! YOU’LL MESS UP AND HE’LL HAVE TO LIKE IT!!! ..-wait…. oh shoot, you probably should have actually done it right, huh? OOooo oh he’s going to be so mad that you messed this up so bad.  All you had to do was get coffee, Autumn.  AN UNPAID INTERN COULD HAVE DONE THIS!! But noooooooo you just had to murder some punky rattata behind a pokemon Arby’s because they looked at you funny.  AUTUMN YOU’RE A CRIMINAL NOW!  Ok, ok, calm down.  Just gotta,… dispose of the body somehow.  No problem.  These things happen all the time.  Some bird will handle it, you’re sure,  Yeah.  Just sorta.  Kick it into those bushes over there.  Problem solved, right??  Just go get Sickle his coffee and act natural.  Nothing to see here, folks!! HAHAhahahaa a aa a a  you’redoomed.

Well that was fun.  Feel free to use this character if you want and even changing it however you wish, I don’t plan on using them for anything.  But if you are looking for something to help you get started, I recommend just trying random pokemon, see what’s fun to draw, and try out some silly freewrites to get those creative juices flowing.  Good luck!! I believe in you!!! ~ Magpie Mun))



So umm i realised because they are elements we can have a Steven Universe type fusion/bonding between Hydrogen and Neon.

This is the ion Neonium, that’s the real name for the compound btw i didnt make that up, AKA (NeH)+ (i think they should wear flip flops. I also considered putting them in a deerstalker but it didnt look good) 

Technically because they dont bond normally (because Neon has full electron shells and they dont actually react together) Neonium should’t be a separate entity but w/e this is mainly an excuse to draw in this style again with a funky character. A more apt representation of (NeH)+ is probably Neon carrying Hydrogen.

anonymous asked:

I read your tags. Please talk about Arya's beauty all day, I think the fandom needs a reminder that Arya is actually pretty and is getting more beautiful as she grows up, Please.

Oh my, yes ! Absolutely yes ! Arya’s beauty is one of my favourite topics to talk about (my #1, actually ; there’s a reason my url is asprettyasyourown ! ^^). Yet it rarely comes up !

There is, from the fandom, this misconception that Arya was (and stayed) an ugly child ; to those who say that, I always wonder if they read the same books ? Like there are so many things that tell us otherwise if you bother to read between the lines ?

It is true that our primary view on Arya’s looks comes from Arya herself, and Arya does not consider herself pretty. Like at all. But Arya was and is deeply influenced by the bullying she suffered from Jeyne and Sansa, the abuse (maybe it is too strong a word ? Doesn’t seem so to me) from Septa Mordane and the tacit agreement from her mother (who said nothing). During all her childhood, she was made to believe she was unfit as a woman/girl because she couldn’t fit into the expectations of Westeros’ patriarcal society, embodied by Sansa and reinforced by bitchy Mordane.

“Sansa’s work is as pretty as she is,” Septa Mordane told their lady mother once. “She has such fine, delicate hands.” When Lady Catelyn had asked about Arya, the septa had sniffed. “Arya has the hands of a blacksmith.” [Arya, AGOT]

Septa Mordane was a terrible human being. Not only does she say that of a child (Arya was 8 at the beginning, and must have been even younger at that time), she says that in front of her. That was definitively devastating for her self-esteem (also no kudos for Catelyn for not saying anything). But beyond that (seriously, don’t get me started on the damages made by SM), look at how Arya’s (and Sansa’s too) skills are inherently linked to her looks : Sansa’s work is exquisite -> so is she / Arya’s work is crooked/ugly -> so is she. The thing is, beauty is just another tool a highborn lady must have ; if she doesn’t, she must at least try to make up for it by conforming to the other demands society requiers (dancing, singing, taking care of her clothes, be polite and submissive,…). Those who have neither (like Brienne) are shunned and mocked (like Arya).

Which brings me to the second architect of Arya’s lack of self-esteem : Sansa. Arya has a strong complex of inferiority towards her sister, that is due to two things : her natural abilities for everything society demands of women and the bullying she made Arya go through.

The first can hardly be blamed on her. It is not her fault if she is gifted, and likes singing, sewing, taking care of herself,… and if Arya isn’t and doesn’t.  It would be unfair to resent her solely for that. But where it is unfair for Arya, it’s that everyone always compare them together (mainly at Sansa’s advantage). Look what Sansa can do ! Why can’t you do like her ? She is so much better than you ! Now imagine hearing that everyday. At one point (especially coming from figures of authority), it sticks.

“Lady Catelyn always wanted her to be like Sansa, to sing and dance and sew and mind her courtesies. Just thinking of it made Arya try to comb her hair with her fingers, but it was all tangles and mats, and all she did was tear some out.” [Arya, ASOS]

“Her mother used to say she could be pretty if she would just wash and brush her hair and take more care with her dress, the way her sister did.” [Arya, ADWD]

Sansa herself thinks it impossible for a girl to be highborn and like different things than she does.

Sansa could never understand how two sisters, born only two years apart, could be so different. It would have been easier if Arya had been a bastard, like their half brother Jon. She even looked like Jon, with the long face and brown hair of the Starks, and nothing of their lady mother in her face or her coloring. And Jon’s mother had been common, or so people whispered. Once, when she was litler, Sansa had even asked Mother if perhaps there hadn’t been some mistake. Perhaps the grumkins had stolen her real sister.” [Sansa, AGOT]

And ultimately, from Arya herself :

“It wasn’t fair. Sansa had everything. Sansa was two years older ; maybe by the time Arya had been born, there had been nothing left. Often it felt that way. Sansa could sew and dance and sing. She played the high harp and the bells. Worse, she was beautiful. Sansa had gotten their mother’s fine high cheekbones and the thick auburn hair of the Tullys. Arya took after their lord father. Her hair was a lusterless brown, and her face was long and solemn.” [Arya, AGOT]

So the belief that Sansa is better than her at everything (minus horse-riding and maths) gets deeply ingrained in her mind, and it is especially true when it comes to her looks.

The second thing, onto which Sansa is entirely guilty, is the bullying she inflicted upon her sister ; and her primary source of mockery is Arya’s looks. Look how, when mad at her father for pulling her away from her (supposed) dream life, she vents her anger on her sister and goes directly after her looks.

“Hodor !” Sansa yelled. “You ought to marry Hodor, you’re just like him, stupid and hairy and ugly !” [Sansa, AGOT]

Although it was Jeyne (out of spite and jealousy I’m sure) who made up that stupid nickname “Arya Horseface”, it is telling that everytime Arya thinks of it (which is in almost every book), she recalls Sansa saying it along.

“She bit her lip, groping for another name. Lommy had called her Lumpyhead, Sansa used Horseface…” [Arya, ACOK]

“To her sister and sister’s friends and all the rest, she had just been Arya Horseface.” [Arya, ADWD]

It is also telling that Sansa & co are the only ones using that nickname. Adults used “Arya Underfoot”, which tells me that Horseface was used primarily to hurt her more than being accurate.

And you know what breaks my heart ? It’s that Arya is actually what Sansa wanted her to be. She is kind, clever, caring, charming and (/or will be) beautiful. Imagine what she could have been if her female pairs had been supportive of her !

(A while ago I did a gifset of the similarities between Margaery and Arya, because I strongly think Arya could have been a Marg in making, if she had had the right support and shit hadn’t hit the fan - minus maybe the raw ambition)

But I’m digressing (I won’t do a meta about Arya’s insecurities here, but I can’t talk about Arya’s looks without talking about them at least a little…). Because if you look past these and the bullying, there is nothing really telling us that Arya was an ugly child. Adults say she was always underfoot (which is not derogatory since, curious as she was, she was probably always underfoot !). Theon describes her as :

“Robb’s younger sister, brown-haired, long-faced, skinny as a stick, always dirty. Sansa was the pretty one.” [Reek, ADWD]

And Catelyn, while critical, never said ostensibly that Arya was ugly.

And Arya, well… Ned’s visitors would oft mistake her for a stableboy if they rode into the yard unannounced. Arya was a trial, it must be said. Half a boy and half a wolf pup. Forbid her anything and it became her heart’s desire. She had Ned’s long face, and brown hair that always looked as though a bird had been nesting in it. I despaired of ever making a lady of her. She collected scabs as other girls collect dolls, and would say anything that came into her head. [Catelyn, ACOK]

Arya’s main “issue” is not that she is not pretty, it’s that she’s always dirty and covered in mud and such. She doesn’t take much stock into her appearance (at least not as much as Sansa), is not well-dressed, doesn’t care about her hair,… Not like women are supposed to. Also, there is the fact she can look like a boy. What people often forget, it’s that she is still a child ! It’s totally normal to have an androgynous body/features this young (luckily for her, because it’s useful for the road later…). But again comes the comparison with Sansa, beautiful, feminine Sansa, that no one would ever mistake for a boy. But guess what : not all children grow the same ! While Sansa seems to be a knockout right from the beginning, I firmly believe Arya is the type who will grow into her looks later on.

Evidence #1 : the repeated hints that Arya looks like her aunt Lyanna.

“Lyanna might have carried a sword, if my lord father had allowed it. You remind me of her sometimes. You even look like her.” [Arya, AGOT]

This quote comes from Ned, who actually knows what Lyanna looked like when she was a child (not just around the time of Harrenhal’s tourney). And we know Lyanna grew up to be very beautiful, a “child-woman of surpassing loveliness” (Eddard, AGOT), and a “wild beauty” (-Kevan Lannister, [Epilogue, ADWD]).  That’s why, when “only her father had ever called her [pretty]”, I prefer to take his words at face-value rather than a spiteful girl’s and someone’s who would rather not have her as a sister.

(Now some people say Lyanna was a beauty like Helen of Troy, and that’s how she “seduced” Rhaegar, but that can be confirmed only by GRRM himself. Also, I think Rhaegar’s motives were beyond that ; but that’s a topic for another meta.)

And the comparisons with Lyanna don’t stop there. There’s Harwin saying “You ride like a northman, milady. Your aunt was the same. Lady Lyanna.” You have them looking so much alike that her own brother cannot tell them apart at first (”The girl was the older and taller of the two. Arya ! Bran thought eagerly, as he watched her leap up onto a rock and cut at the boy. But that couldn’t be right. If the girl was Arya, the boy was Bran himself, and he had never worn his hair so long.” [Bran, ADW]). And you have all these similarities in their personalities.

Evidence #2 : to all the people saying Arya is/will stay ugly, I just wanna :

Throughout the course of the saga, it is regularly hinted that Arya is growing into her looks. Firstly, fewer people mistake her for a boy.

“Might be you’d take a few with you, but in the end they’d kill you and make off with your daughter.” [Arya, ASOS]

“Take her on as a cabin girl,” said a passing oarsman…” [Arya, ASOS]

“A girl edged into the light, pushing a barrow full of seaweed, a scruffy, skinny creature in big boots, with ragged unwashed hair.” [Sam, AFFC]

Also she get increased (creepy) advances from sailors in Braavos :

“An old man sat down beside her. “Well, aren’t you a pretty little peach ?” [Arya, ASOS] (this one was even before)

“Men gave her curious looks as she went past…” [Arya, AFFC]

“The sad-eyed little man who made up all the bawdy farces for the ship, offered to teach her how a woman kisses, but Tagganaro smacked him with a codfish and put an end to that.” [Arya, AFFC] (I love the smacking part ^^)

“One of the Pentoshi oarsman asked her how much she wanted for the clam between her legs (…)” [Arya, AFFC]

“Sailors would hail her as she passed the docks, calling down from the decks of tarry Ibbenese whalers and big-bellied Westerosi cogs. Mercy could not always understand their words, but she knew what they were saying. Sometimes she would smile back and tell them they could find her at the Gate if they had the coin.” [Mercy, TWOW] 

And people commenting on her beauty even before, once she is washed and put out of her miserable state :

Gendry put the hammer down and looked at her. “You look different now. Like a proper little girl.”

“I look like an oak tree, with all these stupid acorns.”

Nice, though. a nice oak tree.” He stepped closer, and sniffed at her. “You even smell nice for a change.” [Arya, ASOS]

’'I’m sorry, my lady.” Arya suddenly felt bad for her, and ashamed. “I’m sorry I tore the acorn dress too. It was pretty.”

“Yes, child. And so are you. Be brave.” [(-Lady Smallwood) Arya, ASOS]

And, at least but not last, you have the Kindly Man. Now this guy is totally creepy and definitively not good for her, but he gives us a nice inside of what Arya is becoming, seen by someone other than herself. Plus this guy knows his stuff about faces.

“You believe this is the only place for you. (…) Or would you sooner be a courtesan, and have songs sung of your beauty ?” [Arya, AFFC] (Remember that the courtesans of Braavos are supposed to be among the most beautiful women of the world. Having him saying she could become one is telling something about how she looks no ?)

“The city watch is looking for a certain ugly girl, known to frequent the Purple Harbor, so best you have a new face as well.” He cupped her chin, turned her head this way and that, nodded. “A pretty one this time, I think. As pretty as your own.” [Arya, AFFC]

And this face, that apparently looks like hers, does not leave people indifferent :

“The handrail was splintery, the steps steep, and there were five flights, but that was why she’d gotten the room so cheap. That, and Mercy’s smile. She might be bald and skinny, but Mercy had a pretty smile, and a certain grace. Even Izembaro agreed that she was graceful.” [Mercy, TWOW]

I don’t know what I could say more. It is literally written black on white. People either actively ignore these or don’t care enough about her to bother trying.

My opinion is that Arya is deep into the ugly-duckling trope. She wasn’t really ugly before, only scruffy and dirty-looking, but now her beauty is growing into something impossible to ignore. I am convinced she will be a knockout by the end of the books (hopefully, she will be old enough…) ! Now let’s see how that will ,or if that will ever come into play…

(I really really really love this topic. Anyone is free to ask me more questions about it ! ^^ Otherwise I wrote something about it here a few years ago, and there’s also this gifset I made, if you want to take a look !)