love u both tho

p3/p5 family au info thing

first and foremost, i’d just like to reiterate that this is an au so i can do whatever i want with it, don’t go militant on me for having fun pls thanks 

alright so i woke up with like 409386093 asks about the parents dying [niijima parents’ death isn’t a spoiler but there are p3p spoilers in here so watch out :0….]  and i suppose this is needed shdfjfgkhfjal i’m laughing so hard- so the range of questions i got are “YOU’RE GOING TO KILL THEM OFF?” “THEY’RE GOING TO DIE” “THIS MEANS THEY’RE DEAD” and

OKAY SO, i originally made this au so i can have them both alive and happy so, it doesn’t really follow p5verse that much. i didn’t really think too deep about this au to ponder about how they’ll die because i just really wanted to have an akiham family to play with LOL (i like to call this branch “please save me from p3p depression”)

however, after some development with friends, it got a little bit more angsty and this is where it starts to follow p5verse more. so back to the original p5 plot: yes, both parents will die like how p5 has told. (i call this branch “Depression Setting In” GKSGLSKG:AL;)

so basically:

  • first branch = lighthearted; “No Angst Allowed, Good Time Only”
  • second branch = angsty, bittersweet; “lms if u love eating shit and dying”

i like both branches tho so i will most likely draw for both sometimes! mostly just the first branch tho bc i wanna run away from depression pls so i apologize in advance if i ever confuse you all with that HAHA so you can interpret my drawings with whichever branch you prefer: if you love being in post-p3p/p5 canon denial bliss or eating shit and dying, it’s up to you my dude

for the second branch, to answer the questions:
1) “how will hamuko die?”

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Tobirama on Naruto SD for Evav and Kem

bucky writing to his ma during the war and rambling about steve in his letters, answering her arsenal of questions about the two of them like “nah he can keep himself warm now,” “yes we could use more socks” “I’m fine, yes I’m getting enough rest” and “you should see steve, he’s massive.”

also getting steve to do a quick sketch to send so she’ll know they’re ok and together bc of the odds of that were slim and everything bucky is saying sounds so outrageous (tho he makes sure to hold back the grimy stuff like almost dying with steve on purpose)

Shout out to my cat Rembrandt for being an unintentional support animal

safarikalamari  asked:

OKAY SO I WANT TO SEND YOU LIKE ALL THE PROMPTS BUT I also want to give u stuff in return for taking a gander at them so like maybe I'll try to make edits in relations to the prompts you fill? Or whatever else you want?? ahhhh I'll try not to fill up too much of your inbox lol but for the Halloween one, I'd love to see your take on Flintwood for the strangers who hooked up one!!

ahh sorry for taking so long (this is for everyone in my inbox), the writer’s block has been real BUT

prompt: strangers who hooked up at a party while in costume but tbh i might be in love with you so i’m gonna walk this earth looking for the right woodland nymph


“You’re…looking for a nymph?” Terence asks quietly the next morning, Adrian groaning at his elbow and mumbling into the tabletop about hangovers.

Marcus keeps scrolling down his phone, searching through the university’s football roster. “Mhm.”

“Flint,” Terence sighs, rubbing a weary hand over his face, “Look, if I’m gonna help, I’m going to need more information.”

“He was wearing the weirdest leaf toga thing I’ve ever seen in my life, but it made his ass look amazing.” Marcus promptly replies, now clicking onto the hockey team’s roster. The man had said “sports”, which wasn’t much to go by.

“What’d he look like,” is what Marcus assumes Adrian mumbles into the wood.

“Brown hair. Brown eyes, I think. Almost as tall as me. Fantastic ass.”

Terence chokes on his coffee. “You said that before.”

“But it was phenomenal.”

“No first name? Last name? Mother’s aunt’s maiden name?” Terence tries, waving his arms exaggeratedly. The man accidentally smacks Adrian in the face and Marcus throws them both the finger.

“He was a bit preoccupied with his mouth.” Marcus grunts, and Adrian turns a bit green.

“Didn’t need to know that,” he mumbles before rushing off to the bathroom. Marcus would look affronted but he’s too busy scrolling through the invite list of the frat event on Facebook to pay attention to the retching sounds. 

He’d know the nymph by sight if only he could find him.

Can see the curve of his smile, the sharp cheekbones and the blazing way he’d stared Marcus down across the room, intent clear and solely focused on getting his goal. And Marcus can always appreciate a man who has his aim set and goes for it.

The oddly intimate conversation after tearing off each other’s clothes in a rush also fiddles in his head, makes him want more of the man’s presence.

“So he plays a sport,” Terence sighs, clearly resigned to Marcus not paying attention to anything else until he gets what he wants, “Check all the rosters.”

“What do you think I’ve been doing? S’not my fault this school is ginormous.”

His social media search turns up short, as do the school’s hockey, baseball, and football (well, he’d know, if the man was on his team). Without a name, Facebook doesn’t help, and the invite list from the frat was a no-go.

Marcus just needs to know, goddamn it. Needs to see if their sober conversation and touches will be as good as drunken ones.

Everything seems lost, all his extraneous routes across campus turning up short. Marcus laments the fact that maybe, maybe his mystery hookup goes to a different college. He’s not about to buy a ticket and scour all the nearby college towns - well, he would, but Terence wouldn’t let him.

Everything seems lost, until Marcus runs smack dab into Mr. Nymph at the campus bookstore, lukewarm coffee splashing over his shirt at the impact. The man’s papers fly all over the floor, and as he bends over to pick them up hastily, Marcus takes one look at that ass and makes all the connections.

“Shit, shit, sorry - I’ll pay for cleaning, I just-”

“It’s you.”

The brunet turns around, and Marcus is sure his face is splitting into the silliest grin, because he’d managed to find his mystery hookup, and said hookup is wearing a university sweatshirt with a bandage plastered haphazardly on his forehead. Score.

“Oh,” Brunet blinks, mouth fluttering open and closed for a bit before swallowing visibly, “Oh, hi.”

Marcus sticks out his hand, and immediately curses himself because who the fuck shakes someone’s hand after they’ve sucked their dick? “I’m Marcus. Flint, I mean.”

“I - uh - I know who you are,” Brunet mumbles, still straightening out his papers. Marcus is about to question him, before - “Quarterback, y’know.”

“Ah.” Marcus shuffles his feet and it suddenly hits him that maybe, if Brunet knew and didn’t bother to reach out then he might be on the wrong wavelength here. He can suddenly feel the drip of cooling coffee soaking through his shirt with heightened senses. There’s an awkward pause as the cashier stares at both of them, and Brunet is looking at his feet, and Marcus just holds his now-empty coffee cup, unsure of where this is going.

Until the man sticks out his own hand, roughly, and blurts, “I’m Oliver Wood. I - uh - play baseball.”

“But you’re not on the roster.” Marcus says, furrowing his brow.

“Just transferred. This semester,” Oliver explains, quick - and then he frowns and says, “Wait, you tried to find me?”

“Um.” Marcus says intelligently.

But all it does is cause a grin to split over Oliver’s face, bright. Marcus isn’t sure what he’s done to cause Oliver to go from avoiding his gaze to looking like an eager puppy, but he’s willing to go along with it. Oliver’s smile makes his heart all aflutter. Cute.

“I just thought you’d only want a one-time thing, given - well, given,” Oliver says, “Not that, that’d be bad! I just - might want…more?”

The color that spreads across his face is a brilliant red, and Marcus stammers for a good ten seconds because his blush is blooming pink on his cheeks. The cashier pops his gum slowly, glancing in between them.

“Yeah,” Marcus amends, trying to cover up his stunned silence and keep his happiness from leaking out from his pores, “More sounds good to me, too.”

Oliver’s smile, if possible, spreads tenfold. “Why don’t we go get you out of that shirt?”

The cashier drops his scanner, and Marcus smirks.

So my first lovE JINWOO SINGING WITH SEONGRI AND THEY GOT PERFECT SCORE 100???? THEY ARE A PERFECT DUO IM TELLING YOU THEY ARE MADE FOR EACH OTHER

I saw this article in the NYT about tyrannosaurs and it reminds me how dinos were my special interest in childhood and somehow I still remember all the names even the really weirdly obscure shit

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make me choose meme | @tchallafalcon asked; emma duval or audrey jensen

“Yes, I really want to know.. Why did you hate me?“ 

                                                “You broke my heart! I loved you, okay? And you broke my heart. And the worst part is, you didn’t even know you were doing it.”

rogeliodelavega  asked:

Seasons 1-5 of Buffy and all of AtS. Also Gunn, Giles, Oz, Robin and Lorne (idk I'm trying to be different lmao).

you’re so good to me!!! 

Buffy seasons

  1. Season 2
  2. Season 3
  3. Season 4
  4. Season 1
  5. Season 5

Angel seasons

  1. Season 2
  2. Season 3
  3. Season 1
  4. Season 5
  5. Season 4

Characters

  1. Giles
  2. Gunn
  3. Oz
  4. Lorne
  5. Robin

so @cassandrapntaghasts (whispers @miriaas follow 4 more cool art) drew me a thingy bc poppy n zev are literally rapunzel n eugene 

(they’ve got the whole…… cute blonde healer thats lived in a tower her whole life meets handsome, snarky n loveable rogue by chance™ thing going on)  

i am a worm that doesnt deserve it but there u go give mongo all the love n praise 

also bonus lil thing: