look out for these jerks

I’ve been watching a lot of Bob’s Burgers cause I like having something play while I’m drawing. Quickly doodled up Louise. I’m surprised Louise is my favorite. She’s the jerk of the family but… she seems to sacrifice herself for her family often. I don’t know but I just… enjoy that about her character. A jerk who looks out for her family and loves to hang out with them. I’ll try the actual Bob’s burgers style later. Tonight I’m wayyy too tired. 

  • Shinki: She's cute.
  • Boruto: Dude, that's my sister.
  • Shinki: ...Your sister is cute...
  • Shikadai: Shinki, no!

concept: me and a/sahina getting a manicure together

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after what happened to Myrcella, the Lannisters still wanted an alliance with the Martell’s. so you were chosen. you werent thrilled to be used as a pawn by the Lannisters but you didnt have much choice in the matter.

then came the day you were to meet your betrothed. “he’s handsome.” Jaime tried to assure you as he led you to the garden, a place Trystane had been frequently visiting since his arrival. 

you rolled your eyes and Jaime sighed.

you walked onto the patio, immediately seeing the guy. he was dressed nicely, with beautiful dark curled hair. then he looked up. Jaime was right, the guy, Trystane, was quite handsome. all your fear that you were going to be married to an ugly jerk was gone (i mean, sure he could still turn out to be a jerk)

Trystane looked back at you, he couldent speak. couldent even think properly. the only thing on his mind was you. how beautiful you were. and how he knew he would do anything in his power to make you happy.

Originally posted by candicelerey

You sat in the arena seats, looking around and taking everything in. You took a deep breath as your glance fell to the ring.

Tonight you were facing Charlotte for the WWE Women’s Championship…this was your first championship match and nervous was a light term for what you were really feeling.

“Hey, Y/N.” You heard a voice call out from behind you.

You turned to see AJ about to descend the stairs…but he instead toppled down the first few steps.

“Oh my god, AJ!” You cried, getting up from your seat to check on him.

AJ looked up at you as you kneeled in front of him and started to laugh.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to worry you. I thought I’d do something funny, you know? Ease your tension and get your out of your head.”

You shook your head at him, unable to hold back a smile. AJ was always looking out for you.

“I wasn’t all in my head, you jerk.” You defended yourself, still smiling.

“Yeah you were. You’re always overthinking things. You’re gonna do great out there, Y/N. Trust me.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. And when you become Women’s Champion, don’t forget about us little people okay?” AJ opened his arms for a hug.

You and AJ shared a smile.You leaned in and wrapped your arms around him.

“Never. I don’t think I ever could.”

In his first day, a bunch of Obelisk Blue students found him wandering out the dorms (Yami wanted to look around) and decided to be jerks to him since he was wearing an Osiris Red uniform. Which led to dueling, because GX wouldn’t be GX without its increasingly ridiculous reasons to duel. Yami’s first impression of Duel Academy is… well, completely unimpressed.

Though really, Yami, cut them some slack. Not everyone has had life-threatening duels since they were babies.

I’m calling TTC-AU-AU “Duelist Sensei” (I am so original in names, go me) for less confusion. 

anonymous asked:

You try to meditate with Hanzo one day and it's all peaceful and serene and you start to get so relaxed that you just fall asleep and your head falls on Hanzo's shoulder and then onto his lap, and he's jerked out of his meditation and looks down and just finds you sleeping so peacefully and he just can't find it in himself to wake you up or go back to meditating, so he just pets your hair and just thinks that this is better than meditating anyway

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Zane is being so salty.

Together we are infinite

(Maybe a slight continuation of @julietsemophase s thing ^^. For @mitsouparker, @hotter-than-potter, @sillysimonsnow, @sprout2012 and all others who like these two nerds)

BAZ

“What am I to you?” Simon asks me all of a sudden, effectively disturbing the tranquil state I was in before, my head on his lap and his hands in my hair.

It is our first Christmas alone as Penelope is visiting her Micah and I am both excited and apprehensive about this.

We have already decorated the tree with a great deal of bickering and Simon pouting into his buttered scones.

His hand stills in my hair and I jerk out of my thoughts, looking up into his universe eyes. His perfect slices of a wonderful summer sky. Warming and beautiful. Just like him.

I make a disapproving noise and butt my head against his leg, demanding more pettings stat.

A peal of gentle laughter answers me and he continues, his sunset hair looking like thistle-down on his head.

“Baz the cat.” he calls me and absently braids a section of my hair, his tail wrapped around my arm in a strangely possessive gesture.

I grumble but concede.

Simon. What is he to me?

He is magic. Even though he lost his, gave it up to save us, I can still feel him humming through my veins, singing the old songs.

He is my fire. The one who constantly lights me up to the point where I am sure that the darkness in my soul is swiped away by slender, freckled hands, to ignite the flames.

He is music. He is art.

His freckles and moles form a universe on his skin that I can’t wait to explore.

Penelope always makes fun of me when she finds my poems and my compositions about or dedicated him but it is all worth it when seeing his embarrassed smile. The smile that is so wide that it almost makes the mole on his left cheek disappear.

He is still broken, still not everything is sunshine and daisies but we are patching him together, Penelope and I.

And of course he does it himself too.
He is Simon. He is stronger than he thinks he is.

I disentangle myself and stretch up to sit next to him, gathering my hair up in a bun, some tendrils escaping that he gently strokes back behind my ears.

My heart skips a beat and I can’t help but watch him, searing every detail into my brain, drinking him in. I do this every single day because I still can’t believe that he has chosen me, that he is still here after everything.

And then I look into his eyes and smile a bit, fangs poking over my lip. I know the answer, have somehow always known it, ever since our Choosing.

“You are my love, my Simon. My everything.”

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A bunch of (but nowhere near all) times Bitty made fun of Jack on Twitter. He looks like such a jerk when you read these out of context lol.
Some of my favourites?
- “Why are you allowed to have a phone?”
- “Of course Jack is already awake and listening to something awful in his room.”
- “what is wrong with this boy?”

I need to post a combo of every time he makes fun of Jack’s photography. “DEAR GOD!!!!!!!” Lol

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On a somewhat related note: I haven’t written a fanfic in probably a solid 12 years at least… I am currently in the process of two. I am “Check, Please!” fandom trash. The one I’m almost finished involves a French nickname for Bitty and is a pretty big fluffball lol. (Side note, it’s actually a term my dad used to call my mom all the time when they were young… She didn’t appreciate the translation lol)

shoot! Forgot to add this earlier. read the comic here: omgcheckplease.tumblr.com

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Imagine: Visiting Anakin’s family while you’re pregnant

For anon… Enjoy <3 Also, sorry about the Shmi gif, I couldn’t find a better one :(

“You seem nervous.” You commented, leaning over to grasp Anakin’s hand. The young Jedi was stiff in his seat, his face white and looking out the window. He seemed to jerk awake when you touched him. He turned to face you, quickly meeting your gaze and then lowering it glance at your stomach, which was eight months pregnant with his baby. Anakin shook his head, smiling, and then looked back up at you. 

“I’m fine. I just haven’t seen my mother since… since…” His voice trailed off, his eyes suddenly widening. You knew Anakin hadn’t seen Shmi since he was a small boy but you were surprised to find out he didn’t know how long ago it was. You squeezed his hand. 

“It’ll be fine. She’ll be ecstatic when she founds out about our little one.” You said quietly, resting your head on his shoulder lightly. The young Jedi leaned in to you gratefully, placing a hand on your stomach as your ship grew nearer to Tatooine.


You woke up to the sound of the airship’s engine dying and you felt Anakin move you gently off of him, getting to his feet. Your eyes opened reluctantly. 

It was dark inside of the tiny ship, the only light was coming from the narrow windows located near the top of the ceiling. You blinked the sleep out of your eyes and heaved yourself to your feet, feeling Anakin’s hand on your back as he offered you support. 

The pilot of the ship stepped in to the small room, a smile on his face. He looked extremely tired. There were heavy dark circles under his eyes and he slumped against the doorframe to keep himself from falling. 

“We’ll only be in a Tatooine for three days.” He grumbled. “Report back here at dusk on the third day of your endeavor. Have a lovely time.” 

Anakin tried to thank him but the pilot was already groggily making his way to the front of the ship, wiping his eyes as he did so.

“Glad to know we’ve put our safety in the hands of a half-asleep bimbo.” Anakin muttered, leading you across the dark room.

“Oh, cut him some slack. He’s been flying for-” 

You were cut off abruptly as the blaster doors of the ship opened loudly and let in the blinding light of Tatooine. You squinted your eyes and followed quickly after Anakin, who was already making his way down the ramp. As you both descended, you noticed how barren the desert planet really was. There was not a single building in sight besides a small, white dome that was planted in the orange sand. In front of it stood a small woman, her brown hair twisted in to a tight, low bun. She looked just like Anakin. 

Without a word, Anakin raced across the sand, wrapping his arms around Shmi Skywalker. She returned it, tears streaming down her face. She was muttered something in his ear and caressing his hair.

You looked away, feeling as if you were intruding on their reunion. Finally, Anakin pulled away from her, his back facing you. You noticed how tall he was next to his mother. 

“Th-This is Y/N. My wife.” He turned to look at you, his eyes brimmed red but with a wide smile on his face. Your heart swelled. 

“Hi.” You said simply, making your way over to Shmi and grinning. The woman’s mouth was open and her eyes were wide. 

“You’re expecting?” She breathed, staring at your stomach in awe. 

You nodded your head and glanced at Anakin, who was staring at you, his expression soft. 

Shmi let out a sort of exasperated sound and threw her arms around you, her head resting on your shoulder. You returned the embrace, looking up at Anakin as you did so. His face was red with emotion and he quickly averted his eyes, becoming interested in the sand that got on his dark boots. 

Shmi’s soft voice was whispering in your ear. 

“Thank you.” 

  • Lily Potter: [making out with Scorpius] My dad is probably watching us through a telescope.
  • Scorpius Malfoy: He's probably impressed with your virtue.
  • Lily Potter: [laughs] And the telescope is mounted on a rifle.
  • Scorpius Malfoy: [Pauses, then looks up to where Harry is supposedly watching, with rifle, and holds up his hand, fingers spread] Five more minutes. [Lily giggles] He should feel lucky. I mean, you could be out here with some pretty boy jerk just looking to get laid.
  • Lily Potter: Wait, what are you saying? You aren't pretty?
  • Scorpius Malfoy: What I'm trying to say is that I'm in love with you.
  • Lily Potter: The things guys'll say to get past second base.
morning glories

summary: Of Tuesday mornings, suburban mysteries, and the shy, blue haired girl next door.

pairings: gray/juvia natsu/lucy jellal/erza gajeel/levy sting/minerva rogue/yukino alll my trashy pairings

sidenote: i got one sentence into a request and was like ‘i got an idea’ so i abandoned all my civic duties to do the thing

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And - here comes Dragneel, going for the gold,” Natsu narrated, slamming the basketball down and kicking his leg over it, like he wanted to look cool but just ended up looking like a third grade child.

“FAKE OUT!” Natsu screamed, jerking his hands with the ball to the left and then pulling right.

“Natsu - it’s not a real fake out if you announce the fact beforehand,” Gray informed, easily blocking the so-called ‘fake out’ with his hand.

Natsu laughed and kicked him in the shin. Their daily basketball games had begun more and more competitive with each day of summer, it was impressive that they weren’t sick of it yet.

Then again. It was barely three days into summer,

“So,” Natsu began, once they had finished their game in a prompt tie, sitting on his front porch sipping cool sugary lemonade that Gray’s mom had dropped off. “You think this is the summer?”

Gray scoffed. “I thought last summer was the summer.”

Natsu shot him a pointed glare. “Baby steps, Gray. This is the type of relationship that takes time, and effort.”

Gray fought the urge to laugh out loud. “Hell of a lot of time you’ve spent working on this.”

Natsu fumed. “That’s completely - shit. Oh, shit, shit, shit! Look!”

Gray turned his head to where Natsu’s eyes were fixed, across the street and exactly four doors down, the front door swung open to reveal a young blonde girl who looked to be about their age. She walked down the driveway towards the curb, probably to go grab the mail or something.

“Oh my god.” Natsu grumbled, mouth practically watering. “I’m gonna do it. I’m gonna talk to her.”

“Then go, for christ’s sake-”

“She’s so perfect. I mean - yeah, check out that fucking rack - but just…uuuuuhhhhhh…” Natsu groaned, burying his face into his arm shamefully.

The girl reached into her mailbox, fingered through the mail, then made her way back to the driveway.

Fffffffffff-

Then, she disappeared back into her house.

“-uck.

“There goes the summer.” Gray grumbled, sipping his lemonade casually. “You really need to check yourself man. You’ve been pining after Miss-Terri since she moved here.”

Miss-Terri (a less than clever code name for mystery) had moved to that cream colored house down the street almost two years ago. They’re best guess was that she went to a private school of some sort, because they’d never seen her at school, and, ironically, never spoken to her either.

“Hey, but on a different note,” Natsu said, his attention span flicking between subjects. “You saw the moving truck down by Scarlet’s?”

Gray looked upwards and down the street where Erza lived. The old couple who had occupied that house as long as he remembered had finally decided that a multi-level house was unrealistic with their aging bodies. They lived in a suburban enough neighborhood that the house went in less than a week. The new family had moved in yesterday afternoon, but Gray hadn’t had the opportunity to see what they looked like.

“Yeah,” Gray replied, eyeing the house with keen interest.

“Scarlet said there’s a girl our age,” Natsu said conversationally. “Maybe you can get your own ‘Terri, yeah?”

“As if,” Gray responded with a groan. The glass of lemonade had begun to condensate, and  a cool droplet hit his knee cap subtly.

His eyes drifted back to the street. The Natsu’s blonde muse strolled out of the house, wearing nothing but…

“Oh god, don’t look now-”

“What…ohmygod.”

“Yup. Just…keep it cool, you’ve got this…”

“I can’t. I can’t. She’s trying to kill me, what the fuck, she’s so cute, why pink?

Said female was donned in a tight, shiny pink bikini top, accompanied with tiny butt-hugging jean shorts as she strolled over to the side-yard to retrieve something.

Fuck me,” Natsu whispered, and Gray began to laugh at his…struggles…

The girl grabbed her electric green hose and dragged it over to the driveway, where the mini van was parked.

No,” Natsu whispered hollowly, “This can’t be happening.”

Gray’s laughter got louder as it became more and more clear what the girl’s objective was.

“Welp.” Gray started, standing up and stretching his weary limbs. “Have fun watching that.”

The girl grabbed a bucket from her garage and began filling it with water and soap.

“No,” Natsu repeated, “Gray, do something-”

“Try saying the pledge of allegiance,” Gray suggested, finishing the last few drops of his lemonade. “That usually helps.”

Fuck you.”

“More like fuck her.” Gray laughed.

The girl grabbed a wet rag and began dragging it across the front of the car, leaning forward so her chest pressed against the top-

“I pledge allegiance, to the flag-

And so, the summer began to the sound of Gray’s laughing and the smell of cheap soap running down the curb.

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The very first incident happens exactly three days after that Tuesday.

“Bullshit,” Natsu whispered into his hand of cards. “Bullshit - you do not have three queens!”

Erza, or more commonly known around these parts as Scarlet, lifted up the three cards she had lain into the massive pile of cards.

Three, mocking queens stared back up at him.

“Read ‘em and weep,” Erza hissed confidently, folding back into her chair and grinning.

“Son of a-”

“Whoa,” Gray breathed out, “Natsu, check your six o’ clock.”

“What the fuck does that mean?”

“Look behind you, dumbass!” Erza whisper-yelled, twisting Natsu’s face by the jaw to look towards the street.

The blonde girl was standing on her front porch, looking outwards, like she was scanning the street for something she had lost.

“Wonder what she’s doing,” Natsu mumbled, absently forgetting that Erza had just whooped his ass.

“Not you,” Erza muttered, and Gray resisted laughing.

“Shaddup. You know what I meant.” Natsu grumbled.

“What’s that she’s holding?” Gray heard himself ask, the girl was clutching something that looked like a plate.

“I dunno,” Erza squinted as she tried to identify the object in the girl’s hand.

“Oh shit. She’s looking at us. Be cool, you fuckin’ freaks!” Natsu screeched quietly.

“Shut up! You’re the freak with the flamingo locks!” Erza yelled right back.

“Oh my god guys, she’s totally coming over.” Gray said in a hushed tone.

“WHATTHEFUCKDOIDO-”

Shut up!” Erza cried, smacking him in the windpipe so he started wheezing like a drowning goldfish.

Gray started laughing so hard he choked on his root beer. Erza had the mind to look away in shame.

The girl was on the front lawn and Natsu was panicking, as well as struggling for breathe because his windpipe was severely damaged.

“Hey,” she stated, and Gray noticed, while choking, that what she was holding was a plate of muffins.

“Are…you guys ok?” She asked, noticing their predicament.

“Yup. They’re…fine. they’re fine.” Erza assured her. “What can we do for you?”

“Well, uh…” The girl trailed off, looking down at her muffin plate. “Did one of you guys…give me these?”

Natsu held the banister tightly, probably still in shock that his dream girl was a few feet away from them.

“Uh…no…are they good?’ Gray asked, recovering from his choking fit and looking at the plate curiously. They looked very puffy and filled with blueberries…delicious…

“Well, I’m kind of nervous to eat them, they could be…poisoned, or something…I don’t know…” She mumbled the last part, embarrassed from coming all the way over here.

“Wait, wait, wait!” Natsu choked out, regaining his voice. “Can I try one?”

Erza and Gray looked at Natsu strangely.

“Uh…sure, I guess, but again, they might be poisoned-”

“Don’t care.” Natsu interjected.

“A-alright.” She stuttered, unwrapping the plastic wrap over the muffins and handing Natsu one that looked particularly select.

“Whoa, hit me up, that looks insane.” Gray requested.

The girl handed him one too, and it only took a look from Erza to earn her one as well.

“What the fuck,” Natsu garbled through a  mouthful of muffin. “This tastes fuckin’ delicious!”

“Really?” The girl inquired, looking at the desirable muffins lustfully. “Does it taste like poison?”

“It tastes like if happiness had a flavor,” Natsu informed her, eating the muffin like he was a broken vacuum cleaner. “So, what’s your name?”

Gray grimaced. Flirting while eating while eating was so Natsu it was almost painful.

“Oh. I’m Lucy,” she told them, eagerly unwrapping a muffin at the sign that none of them had died.

“I’m Natsu,” He said, wiggling his eyebrows in an almost suggestive manner.

“Natsu, how did you get a blueberry on your eyebrow?” Erza asked, who had seemingly finished her muffin unscathed. Even Gray had to admit that the muffin was a work of art. It was weird that someone had just left it on Lucy’s doorstep - maybe it was a secret admirer of hers, she was definitely pretty enough to reel those in.

“I don’t - fuck, hold on,” Natsu vigorously tried to rub the blueberry out of his eyebrow, but only succeeded on giving his whole face a smoky eye look the color of blueberries.

“Wow, these are really good.” Lucy mumbled into her muffin, eating it like it was some sort of delicacy.

“Do you…uh…do you want to play BS with us?” Natsu asked nervously, licking his lips and still rocking the blueberry eye look.

“Uhhh…” Lucy took one look at their three person squad and shrugged. “Why not?”

And so, that summer, they gained a fourth member. Willingly, or unwillingly.

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The next day, Erza found a plate of chocolate chip cookies on her front doorstep.

“Holy shit,” Natsu remarked, “these actually have the kind of chocolate that like, comes out in strands when you break the cookie in half - this is some quality shit, like the teenage mutant ninja turtle cheese pizza…”

“I wonder who put these here,” Erza said, allowing herself a cookie and chewing on it slowly. It was still warm.

“Do you think it’s the same person who put muffins on my doorstep?” Lucy wondered, examining the cookie like there might be some sort of watermark on them.

“Whoever they are, why haven’t they come to my house yet, jeez.” Natsu complained sneaking an extra cookie.

Gray said nothing, only enjoyed the taste of the cookie. It was sweet and warm, still a little bit doughy too, which made the best kind of cookie. He couldn’t stand when people overcooked them, he wasn’t a fan of eating stale hockey pucks.

“Hey, I forgot to ask ya Scarlet, have you met the people next door to you yet?” Natsu asked, licking his fingers like he did after he ate an entire bag of cheetos.

“Actually, now that you mention it, I did. There’s a girl there, kind of shy, but nice.” Erza answered. “I swear to god, if you go over there and scare her, I’ll murder you.”

“Well, I was just asking, because I think she’s checking us out. Don’t all everybody look at once…nevermind, you’re doing it anyway.” Natsu sighed.

Sure enough, a gentle looking girl had her face sticking between the parted curtains next doo, anxiously watching them eat cookies on the front porch.

When she saw them look at her, she was quick to hide behind the curtains once more.

“Wait to go guys, you scared her off.” Natsu blanched.

“Shut up Natsu, you’re the one who gave her away!”

“Her name is Juvia, right?” Lucy asked, nibbling on her cookie like a tiny chipmunk.

“Yeah.” Erza replied. “I wonder if we should invite her to join us…”

“We shouldn’t, we’ll probably just freak her out.” Gray retorted, giving Natsu a sharp glare.

“Hey! I didn’t do anything!”

“You will-”

“That’s it! Meet me in the pit, Gray, let’s go!”

“That’s enough you two!” Erza took their foreheads and pushed them apart with ease. “If anything, the racket you two are making will be the thing to scare her off!”

“Are you guys always like this?” Lucy asked cautiously.

Erza said yes at the same time Natsu said no.

“Welcome to the club.” Gray grumbled, but his eyes were fixed on the motionless curtain next door.

That girl had the bluest eyes he’d ever seen in his life.

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who the fuck let me write another au honestly

anyways, its pretty much between this and fangirl in terms of me continuing shit…but i really like both so i might end up continuing both…idek. but this one is nalu!heavy so theres that.

**EXTREMELY IMPORTANT EDIT**

in case you didn’t catch this, when i reference ‘the pledge of allegiance’ [its an inside joke with an irl friend] its basically a method for boys to get rid of boners. omfg. sorry forgot to mention bye

KneeJerk Review: 5.15 The Brothers Jones

After what felt like a week of really high anticipation we finally got The Brothers Jones. When there is that much buildup I always worry about being disappointed but that wasn’t the case at all with this one! It managed to avoid all the speculation I didn’t want to have happen and give me all the stuff I wanted!

We opened right in the thick of it with Henry and Cruella which both surprised and pleased me. I am glad they dispensed with any kind of explanation scene and jumped right into the action. Henry used his Author-sense to find the Apprentice! Whose unfinished business turns out to be Henry. He coped to being a bit shady with the truth in order to protect Henry from a difficult decision. Oh and BTW magic works different in the Underworld so forget what I told you before. Except the part about not writing events, that’s still a big no-no.

What I enjoyed most about this was the Apprentice giving Henry all the information but then telling him that in the end it had to be his choice. My mom totally parented that way. She laid out the options, taught us right from wrong and then trusted us to make the right decision. This is the opposite of what Emma did to Killian and I think it was a clear line that show was drawing about the right and wrong way to handle people. It was Henry’s hero test and one he passed with flying colors.

The Captain Swan healing scene came next and honestly I wasn’t ready. I think I just shut down my emotions cause I knew it was going to hurt. The “nursery” went completely unremarked upon which was sad but I am sure it will come back up eventually. When Killian rejected Emma’s kiss I may have whimpered a little bit. Killian said “I hate myself” about six different ways in that scene and it’s just so hard to watch. The fact that he recognized how much stronger Emma was against the Darkness and Emma turning right back around and trying to tell him that he was strong just nearly broke me. This is a conversation I have wanted them to have and I genuinely couldn’t believe that we got it on screen. This is why I love this ship because they get to be real and to develop and I am just really happy even though a lot of their scenes hurt.

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Just a reminder that Peggy went into the Army because her older brother reminded her who she truly was when she had forgotten. He didn’t stick his nose in his sister’s business and he wasn’t talking with authority over her. He told her the truth because he knew no one else knew her better than him and because she asked.

Reminder that once upon a time Peggy too was put into a box formed around her gender and didn’t fight it guns blasting because that was the era. She was willing opt out of field work and be a wife.

Reminder that Peggy Carter was *this* close to being married to a man she had to pretend around and not be her true self around because of ‘gender roles.’ 

Reminder that within Peggy’s choice to listen to her brother and follow her heart, eventually, led her to Steve Rogers –  who he saw her knock out a sexist jerk and smiled, instead of looking at her as any less than a woman. 

Honestly, this episode made Peggy so well-rounded and I’m so fucking happy for it. We witnessed her becoming. 

GOSHIES. I seriously need some GIF-making software, can anybody recommend me some? I had to use this cheap, GIF making website. Anyways, in this great “Color Me 1D” AU by smargo64 and laa-art, Niall’s hair color changes on his mood O_O? Idk, here are some color ideas I guess. I didn’t change his shirt’s color because shirts don’t work that way…