my favorite bit was left out though

zdbztumble  asked:

Setting aside the pokeshipping aspect of M02, which is your favorite Pokefilm?

The first one. A little bit of it is probably nostalgia (it’s the one Pokémon thing that genuinely makes me feel nostalgic, not even other parts of the OS have that effect), but aside from that, Mewtwo’s story is genuinely one of my absolute favorite plots to come out of the Pokémon anime (especially if we count the “Birth of Mewtwo” prologue, which was unfortunately left out of most Western releases…).

The second one is a very close second though, even not counting the pokeshipping. Of all the movies (that I’ve seen, still missing the XY ones and the 20th) it’s the one that feels… the most grand? I’m not sure how to explain it exactly. I can actually believe that the world is in danger and feel the situation Ash finds himself in, while other movies, even when they feature events potentially just as catastrophic, lack something that makes things feel quite as big-scale.

(Honorable mention to the Lucario movie.)

He Was Right

Request:  Reader is close to the glee club and has gone to school with them since freshman year) Sebastian left his phone at the Lima Bean and someone from the glee club found it. They look through it to see pics of reader and Seb like kissing each other, hugging and cute pics that you would have of your significant other. They ask him about it only to find him and reader talking about date plans and the glee Club finding out when he realizes that he left his phone at the Lima Bean. The entire glee club enters the room and tells them the gig’s up. They confess and the glee club accepts it. - @irony-is-my-life

Pairing: Sebastian Smythe x Reader

Notes: So I made a few changes. I hope you don’t mind. It’s late and not very well written. I’m sorry if it’s not your favorite. You can always request another one, though. My ask is always open. Also everyone’s a lil bit OOC.

Bells jingled and laughter poured into the local cafe called the Lima Bean. “And then Finn tripped over his books and slid down the hall!” Rachel was giggling through her retelling of an incident with an unsuspecting student and a distracted Finn walking the halls of McKinley. “Hey. I think it was a pretty graceful dive. I only tripped three other people.” Rachel, Finn, Blaine, Kurt, Santana and Artie were making a stop at the Lima Bean to get a little recharged before the weekend was over.

“Hey guys, I’ll catch up in a minute.” “Alright Finn. Don’t be long,” Rachel smiled.

Striding over to the bathroom, something caught his eye before he made it to the door. ‘Someone left their phone here. That’s rough.” Finn thought to himself. ‘I wonder who’s it is.’ Thinking he was doing the right thing, he started looking through the phone and opened up the photos app since it was the first thing he saw. Scrolling through the pics, the screen was filled with red, black and white. Finn cringed as the Warbler symbol flashed across the phone. About ready to just turn the phone in to the cashier, a familiar face caught his eye.. ‘(y/n)?’

“Hey guys!” Finn yelled as he approached his friends. “Oh there you are, Finn. We were wondering what took you.” Artie scrutinized his fellow singer. “You’ll never believe what I found.” Finn had everyone’s attention now.

“Well? What is it?” Santana. Always one to be straight to the point. “I found this phone sitting at a deserted table and so I tried to figure out who it might belong to. So I started looking through their photos-”

“Hold on, hold on,” Santana interrupted. “You tried to find someone’s identity by looking through their pictures?” “Where did you possibly find that knowledge?” Kurt questioned. “Never mind that. Look who’s in the pictures.”

Finn showed the group the picture of (y/n). “So it (y/n)’s phone? Big deal.” Santana stared at Finn as if he grew another head, completely confused.

“Yeah, no. It’s a Warbler’s phone. See?” He then showed them the Warbler symbol. “Let me see that,” Blaine took the phone and started swiping. “..holy crap. I think I might puke. Oh gosh!”

“Blaine! What is it?” Everyone hollered at their raven haired friend. Saying nothing, he held up the phone. Cue collective gasp.

*At Dalton Academy*

“Okay guys. Here’s the plan. We go in and confront that sniveling snake about what he thinks he’s doing with our (y/n). Then we use whatever means necessary to keep him away from our baby.” Santana sneered at the thought of Smythe. “Agreed.” All were in agreement then.

Storming up the stairs of the school, the group made their way to the Warbler’s practice room. Sneaking up to the door, the singers heard voices conversing inside. “Good. Okay. They’re in there. Let’s go.” Finn was ready to ‘talk’ to Sebastian. “Hold up a second,” Artie spoke. “I think.. there’s a girl’s voice..”

Everyone crowded the door, trying to hear. “-last time. Maybe we could hit up the ice cream parlor then head on over to the beach?” “Really? Seb, don’t you think that they’d see us?” “Come on, babe. I want to show you off. I really don’t care about your friends seeing us. In fact, it’d be a good thing. Maybe I can prove to them that it’s a good thing we’re together. I really love you and I’m sure they’ll be able to see that. Even if they don’t want to.” Sebastian had been trying to convince you to tell the New Directions for a while now. Everything he said was either shot down or flat out ignored. You really did care about Sebastian, but it’d be so hard for you if your friends, best friends, disapproved of your relationship.

“Sebastian. I know you really want to tell them.. it’s just,” you heaved a sigh loud enough for your eavesdropping friends to hear. “It’s just that if they didn’t approve of us, if they didn’t like us together, if they’d tried to break us apart.. it would kill me. I love you so much, but they might not love us together. They’re still my friends. My family. I just don’t think I’m ready.”

From the other side of the door, your friends were looking at each other like they were thoroughly disappointed with themselves, not you. “I can’t believe (y/n) feels like she can’t trust us with this. I feel so.. terrible,” Blaine was completely distraught that you felt that way.

“I know. We reacted so harshly when we found out, though. No wonder she felt like she couldn’t tell us. Ugh! I feel like a terrible friend,” Rachel was almost in tears now. “Hey, we all feel horrible. She’s our baby girl and we can’t have her feeling like we won’t support any decision she makes. Even if it is to date that..” Kurt stops as he sees his friends giving him wary looks. “..that great..singer..”

They all looked at each other in confirmation and pushed open the grand doors. Both heads inside snapped up to the intruders. “Guys? Wh-wh-what are you doing here?” Panic was evident in your eyes. Sebastian discreetly took your hand in his, the action not going unnoticed.

“We know, (y/n),” Artie spoke up. “Y-You do? Know what exactly?” “That you and this.. male are dating,” Santana cringed. “We found his phone at the Lima Bean and saw.. pictures,” Kurt visibly shuddered.

With a defeated sigh, you flopped onto the couch. “I’m so sorry, you guys. It’s just..”

“Yeah. We know, baby girl. I must admit we didn’t react well at first, but hearing what you just said.. we feel awful, sweetheart,” Kurt sympathized. “That was never my goal. I really do care a lot for Sebastian and if you all would try and keep me from being with him, it would tear me apart.”

Artie wheeled forward. “We know (n/n). We realize that now and we’re going to try and be supportive. Just as long as he gives us a reason not to.” He have a pointed look in Sebastian’s direction. “R-really? Oh my gosh! Thanks you guys! You won’t regret it, trust me.” “Yeah we better not,” Santana eyed Sebastian.

Sebastian took your hand. “I’m really thankful for this, you guys. (Y/n) means everything to me. So much so I’d give up singing to keep her. I’ll do my absolute best to keep her happy.”

You grinned up at him. You were short, okay? Besides, it doesn’t help he’s a freaking giant. “Keep her happy and we won’t make you quit singing,” Blaine stated. “But if you fail. You will suffer the consequences,” Santana added.

“I agree wholeheartedly. Besides, if I ever did anything to hurt my- our little (y/n), I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.”

The New Directions looked at each other and silently agreed. “Have fun kids,” Santana said. “Keep it classy,” Kurt added. After hugging all of them and Sebastian surprisingly shaking the guys’ hands and getting his phone back, they took their leave.

“Well. That went better than expected.” “See? I told you they’d be cool,”  Sebastian said with a smirk. “You really like being right, don’t you?” you asked. “I like being right about us.” With a wink and kiss, neither of you could stop beaming.

hiiii, here are a bunch of fics I’ve enjoyed and loved reading throughout the month of january. I recommend that you read these great fics in february, if you haven’t already. I’m so sorry for how many single parent kidfics are on this list. i had quite an obsession this past month. they’re all amazing though, please check them out!!

(all fics with a star are my favorites and if there are two stars then it was a favorite favorite)

1. Runner on Third (39k)**

The AU where Louis and Harry were best friends growing up, but lost touch after Harry moved away. Ten years later, Harry has moved back to town, but he and Louis don’t pick up where they left off.

2. A Rhythm In Rush (40k)**

They walk slow, unhurried, and they talk about everything, the earth and the glaciers and themselves, little bits and pieces. Harry finds himself falling open, caving in like the crevices that run like cold veins from the icy lakes. It feels strange to talk this way. He feels like he should be having this conversation hidden under his covers, whispering in the dark. It feels like the kind of talk that means too much, that means trust and revealing the small things that make up the bigger ones, except they’re both barely blinking an eye.

Harry is a WWF journalist with big dreams and Louis is a glaciologist that flies helicopters for fun. Greenland is an odd place to spend Christmas, but just maybe, the perfect place to fall headfirst into love.

3. Beautiful Star (17k)*

“You know, when I pegged you for a druglord, I wasn’t exactly challenging you to make me believe that you actually are one. What is this place?” Louis says after he swallows over the mild panic that’s building up in his throat over the fact that he’s literally sitting in front of the cause of his teenage sexuality crisis.

or, the famous/nonfamous kid!fic AU wherein harry and louis have to host a school Christmas party and harry isn’t actually a drug lord.

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Prince! Seongwoo [Pt 2]

i’m back at it again with that prince seongwoo au because we needa pROPER ENDING for it LMAOO also i edited the milkis logo onto the glass bc it was originally beer but YKNOW THERES NO DRINKING ALLOWED FOR PRINCE SEONGWOO AT LEAST 

Here’s Prince! Seongwoo Pt 1 for all yall who need back story dhfjd

  • the next day 
  • you were just kind of chilling at the library sorting books in their places like ya always do 
  • when you hard a bunch of commotion towards the front of the library, rushing to the front you see the librarian at the back of the crowd equally as confused 
  • “what’s going on?”
  • the librarian started laughing and just kind of shrugged 
  • “i’m not too sure myself! would you like to go to the front and find out what all the commotion is about?”
  • you simply nod your head and start pushing your way to the front 
  • while you were making your way to the front you started noticing that the crowd was basically 90% girls and 10% guys who were just very confused as to what was going on and when you could see the front you wree pretty sure you were ready to just turn around and act like nothing was happening
  • “oh my god he’s actually here”

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The unrequested sequel and Jean’s POV to fenfyre’s prompt:  All I want to do is get over my dumb crush on you, and you’re making it really hard by being so touchy-feely AND FOR GOD’S SAKE STOP WALKING AROUND OUR ROOM NAKED

Marco Bodt was an undeserved gift. For all the trouble Jean caused in high school, all the homework assignments he missed, all the kids whose faces he personally acquainted with the concrete, all the cars he may or may not have egged, he expected nothing but the worst for his first roommate in college. Where he expected an asshole, he found a saint. When he expected some self-absorbed jock or egotistical know-it-all, he instead received a bookish nerd with the most adorable self-confidence issues. Who cared about how others thought he appeared? That was a needless concern that plagued Marco most days.

But worst of all, when he expected an uncomfortably straight roommate, he got… Marco.

In the first two weeks Jean came to quite a few conclusions about his new roommate. First and foremost Marco had a personality almost as soft as his appearance. Something about the way he carried himself made Jean just want to embrace him, like a small puppy or kitten. While not as lean nor as toned as Jean, Marco had the right amount of body in the right places. And it only served to entice Jean and whittle away at his self-control.

Marco was patient, kind, and awkward. He was messy, loved cinnamon cookies to an almost unhealthy degree, and trusted those around him too quickly for Jean’s tastes but that’s just what made him so goddamn endearing. That and the smattering of freckles across his cheeks. Those were Jean’s kryptonite.

The signs were few and far in between but it really shouldn’t have surprised Jean when Marco made a sudden declaration their second week in the dorm.

Jean had just finished another cup of instant ramen when he heard a nervous grumble from Marco’s side of the room. Jean glanced over at the still undecorated portion of their tiny shared space.

“Uh, Jean?” Marco cautiously spoke.

“Yeah?” Jean’s mouth fell into its natural scowl.

“I got something to tell ya… and I think you deserve to know this about me since we’re sharing a room after all,” Marco’s voice wavered. The unusual shift in Marco’s behavior captured Jean’s undivided attention. “I understand if you’ll want to leave me or have me leave but- I’m gay.”

Jean’s eyes widened upon hearing those words. The words he only ever heard Marco say in shower fantasies. He frowned when he processed those words because that meant he was eternally fucked.

In a few words Marco smashed the last of Jean’s self-control. After understanding what those words meant, Jean embraced them almost as tightly as he embraced Marco.

“That would <i>never</i> be a problem for me, don’t worry,” Jean replied in the most composed voice he could manage. He felt Marco tense up at the unexpected contact but he soon relaxed into Jean’s arms. “And if anyone ever gives you shit for it, tell me. I’ll introduce them to the pavement, intimately.”

Jean let the hug linger longer than he probably should have but why wouldn’t he? Christmas and his birthday came early that year.

Any reservations he had about touching Marco evaporated after that day. He indulged himself whenever he could: ruffling Marco’s hair, snuggling against Marco when they watched terrible movies on their shitty TV, and hugging him when the time called for it or even sometimes when it didn’t call for it.

Jean’s heart was captured hook, line, and sinker.

And for all of Jean’s bravado and determined nature, he was hopeless in the realm of actually flirting and confessing his affection. Unlike Marco who at least had the balls to tell him straight up, Jean couldn’t bring himself to tell Marco that he too liked dick. And boobs. But Marco probably caught the latter from all the vintage pin-up posters he had. They were both cute and pleasing on the eyes.

Instead of talking with Marco, Jean did the next best thing and dropped hints when and where he could. Whether through lingering touches, unsolicited nicknames, and even commenting on guys’ appearances here and there whenever they were out. Although they seemed to only come across as friendly or Jean’s vainly attempting to wingman for the awkward mess of freckles.

Even with the advice of the happiest couple he knew his tactics weren’t working.

“I don’t think he likes me,” Jean frowned. He pulled his milkshake nearby him and started sucking it down. “I’ve been air drying without a towel for like six weeks and he still hasn’t so much as talked to me about it.”

“So even letting it all hang loose ain’t working? He’s one tough customer,” Connie said. Thinking of the next course of action, Connie rubbed his chin in an exaggerated motion.

“I thought he would’ve at least commented on your nakedness. Did you see any subtle reactions? Did he blush? Did you see a half-chub?” Sasha inquired in between bites of her fries.

“Well of course he blushed, I was naked! I mean have you seen me? I’m not exactly unattractive.” Jean scoffed at the notion.

That earned some laughs from his childhood friends.

“Well did you look at his dick for the honest reaction?” Connie followed up.


“There’s your problem. You gotta try and see if he likes what he sees. If that’s a yes then you hit on him.”

Jean crossed his arms as he debated it. “Are you sure this will work?”

“Yes.” Both his friends said in unison.

“It’s how I got Sasha. Although I was more suave about it than letting it hang loose.” Connie cracked a wide grin as he reminisced.

That earned a quirked eyebrow from Jean.

“And what exactly did you do?”

“I incorporated it into her favorite thing: food.”

Sasha paused her eating to blush at the memory. “Good times.”

Jean bit his lip as he soon regretted this train of thought.

“You know what? Forget I asked that. I think I get the idea though.”

“Good. Another piece of advice, always cook with aprons. They don’t cover much but they at least cover your nipples.”

As much as Jean didn’t want to hear those words, there was a story begging to be told there.

“I’m both horrified and curious.”

“So was I,” Sasha chimed in. “Also aroused.”

“Okay I’m out. You can have my fries!” Jean immediately left the booth and sped walked out of the dining hall and towards their dorm.

Marco would be back soon enough and if Jean knew Marco’s schedule as well as he did, then today would provide the perfect opportunity to practice Connie’s disturbing advice. Thursday afternoon yoga was perfect.

Part 1 | Part 3 (TBA)

Hope it was everything you were expecting Fen~

Today’s Work and Listen (6/4/2017)

Hey guys! So I started looking back on tumblr and realizing that I don’t post as much as I used to, which astounded me because I’m basically working/drawing everyday. I started to feel a little bad about it, but then I realized that maybe it would be cool to give a little glimpse of what I’m working on every few days. And also what I’m listening to as I work, just for a bit of fun. 

So without further ado…

Left to right, top to bottom: 

  1. Finishing off a page to “Junk”, the Yondu comic
  2. A print I’m working on for an upcoming convention (creepy eyeless cats!)
  3. Chipping on an animatic, which you will see when I am done haha
  4. Inking a page of my Webcomic “Desendi” 

I work on a lot of stuff all at once, though usually maybe not quite as much as I am doing today. 

Chrono Trigger Symphony: 

Chrono Trigger’s score is one of my all time favorites and out of all the video games I grew up with, it’s the one that stuck with me the hardest. I still play “wind scene” on the guitar when I’m feeling melancholy. Or hum Frog’s theme when I need strength. This is an orchestral medley/rendition of the full score, and it’s beautiful! Definitely give it a listen. 

That’s it for today! What are you guys working on and listening to this Sunday? 

Visiting the sisters!

Phew! I’m telling you, I’ve been running around like a crazy person all morning. My twin sister, @thenestingmama, gave birth to her little baby daughter very early today at 04.52 AM. She actually told me late last night on April 1st, that she was going into labor. But you know, it being the one day to make pranks etc, I did not even believe her one bit, haha. Even she was a little surprised. So congratulations to her and her family. The new baby is absolutely stunning!

But because of the birth of my little niece, I grabbed two of my boys this morning, and went to visit them for an hour or so. My sister was really exhausted, but she and her family were very happy to see us, and we had a wonderful time. I didn’t take any photos during the visit, since it was just a quick and quiet visit. Just saying hi, you know… But since my twin sister lives very close to our half sister, Kassidy, we decided to drop by her, before going back home!

It has actually been awhile since we last saw Kassidy and her family. She just moved to Saint Greer Island a few weeks ago, so she has definitely not always been this close to us. But surprisingly, her little son and even her husband recognized us, which made me really happy. Forest is a little over 2 years old, and he fits right in with Max and Aiden. Our boys had so much fun together, and I can’t wait to visit both of my sisters a lot more often now! Hopefully we’ll be able to see my half brother again, soon, too!

While I was out to visit family, Damian was left alone with our other kids at home, and even though I’m sure he can manage, I didn’t want to leave him for too long. He’s had a few very hard days at work, and this is his only day off in a long time, so I wanted him to be able to relax a bit (not that it’s ever possible with our crazy kids, haha), and spend the day with him myself, as well! So I wasn’t gone for too many hours, and I’m now home with all my favorite people!

Alsooo… I love these two boys together. It really makes me happy to see them get along so well, even after so many months without seeing each other.

anonymous asked:

Plz tell the backstorys

oh BOY are you in for a ride okay here we go

(here’s the post this ask is talkin about btw)

So about 90% of these drawings were supposed to be “expression prompts” from my good dude kopso866, excluding most of Tokens and a few of Jimmy’s just because I drew them while she was asleep.

This is the first prompt she gave me. At first I didn’t know I was going to draw Craig, until she very clearly specified that it was Craig. She told me to make it look like somebody was shoving a stick up his ass.

Already teetering on the “fence of unholiness,” she decided to dive nose-first into hell by prompting me to draw Craig watching porn and then realising that the people in the porno were his parents. There was no turning back after what she said, so I decided it was also worthy of that “i’m watching porn in my room at 3 am with the lights off and eating popcorn afterwards” lighting.

Flirting with the devil himself, she then prompted me to draw Craig’s reaction to walking in on Clyde trying on panties. This is one of my favorites because neither of us knew why Clyde was trying on panties in a place where Craig could so readily walk in on him. is craig in clyde’s home? are they roommates? where did he get those undies? are they in craig’s home? are those actually craig’s? so many unanswered questions. One question does go solved, though. And that’s that purple doesn’t flatter Clyde very much. Not according to Craig, anyways.

Attempting to clean her slate of sin, kopso866 suggested that I draw him reacting to his guinea pig dressed up in a cute little outfit. I made sure to make this as pure as possible, hoping that maybe we’d get a little leeway in hell once we die. Worse sins have been committed.

This one was mostly me. I just wanted to draw Craig with a stupid face to try and forget everything else I drew him as. In the sketch, Tweek was a faceless person. Kopso, being a dirty filthy Creek shipper to the 100% maximum, suggested it should be Tweek. This is the middle ground of Craig’s doodles. No sin nor virtue.

Forgetting all of her work to try and become more pure, she then immediately told me a very very specific prompt, which sounded a bit like “There is no more coffee anywhere to be found, there is no more coffee in the world. But Tweek finds out that there is a single cup of coffee left, and it just so happens to be up Craig’s ass. What does he do?”

i, at this point, was concerned for kopso’s well being because i don’t know where or how she came up with that. but i aim to please regardless.

As though she was unsatisfied with how I’ve already treated my favorite character, she told me to draw him observing the finest ass he’s ever seen. I’ll give her props tho, because it’s a nice change to be drawing Tweek not acting like satan’s butt fungus was trying to invade his every waking pore.

i can’t remember the exact prompt for this one, all i know was that it was not “make tweek look like he’s waiting for the next motherfucker to come walking out of the back door into a slimy ass alleyway so he can mug them for all their money and kill their parents”

Did you know? Each one of these pictures required a holiness level of exactly -4000%. At this point, we all collectively decided that Tweek’s doodles were too pure, and so kopso decided to kick it down about 100 fucking notches.

she didn’t give me a prompt for this one. instead all she gave me the phrase “bite the pillow, i’m going in dry.”

never before have i felt my hand be sullied drawing Tweek Tweak.

Her next suggestion was a very simple and boring one. “Tweek falling on his ass.” I didn’t like how that sounded originally. So I decided to spruce it up.

she was really disappointed in me.

Honestly, Clyde got the most wholesome drawings out of the 5. It’s weird saying that.

Kopso couldn’t stop singing “Stacy’s mom” around this point. So of course, we had to make Clyde singing it too. With some adjustments to the lyrics, of course.

This was originally going to be a prequel to Craig’s walking in on Clyde trying on panties. But as I drew it, it started to look like more of a photo than it did a mirror. Then Kopso suggested that it be framed and signed to Clyde, from Clyde. We’ve determined that he has this picture on his desk.

Hungering, she demanded that I drew Clyde falling asleep at a really inconvenient time. What time is more inconvenient to fall asleep at than to fall asleep while you’re about to get macked on by a rockin babe?

Another innocent request. Clyde eating the best taco he has ever eaten. there’s really not much else behind this one.

Plummeting back down to hell, we decided the picture could only be complete if there was a drawing of Clyde’s reaction to seeing porn fan-art of himself online.

clyde’s the only person i could imagine being totally fine seeing porn of himself.

Okay so it was in the dead ass of night when i drew half of these Jimmy ones but Jimmy is like my main man so I had to. This doesn’t have anything behind it I just really wanted to draw Jimmy looking like he was ready to throw down some mad fucking shade.

When I originally drew this one, his speech bubble actually said “A suck’s a suck, right?”, but then kopso woke up and threatened me at gun point from another country and told me to change the ‘suck’s to ‘succ’s

This is my favorite fucking image right here because the original prompt was “Jimmy has a farm and he’s really proud of it.”

it started out just fine, but the overalls really reminded me of mickey mouse for some reason, and so i just straight up drew a mickey mouse hat on him.

the prompt was changed to “Jimmy has a farm and he went to Disney Land. He is now back from Disney Land and is admiring his farm.”

For some reason I was mortified more by this prompt than any other prompt she had given me thus far, even though it was one of the more mild ones by comparison.

“Jimmy’s dick is a snickers.”

that’s it. can you believe that bitch??? she straight up wanted me to draw Jimmy’s dick as a snickers i’m 100% god damn certain.

But I went the Purist Route™ with this one and just had a little giggle thinking about the phrase “Suck my snick.”

I had this really specific face in mind for Jimmy and it only made sense in this context, with Classi bein a good bro & defending Jimmy. i love her…….. that’s all.

Unfortunately, Kopso wasn’t around for any of the Token drawings, except for this one. Her prompt here was “make Token bathing in money.”

I think she meant like, literally taking a bath with money instead of water, but this was the first and only thing that came to mind. It’s a lot better in my opinion.

I was getting kind of tired by this point, but I refused to let sleep grab ahold of me. I think it can show here, though. Because there is literally no reason or reference here. I just wanted Token to say that he ate some toads so I could justify the little “ribbit” i wrote next to him.

Then I quickly realised how fucking stupid that drawing was and I drew this in response to myself.

after that, I could finally rest.

That’s about it for the explanations. It’s a long post, but there are a lot of drawings. I hope this sated u, friend.

White Lilies

She slowly came out of a shower and as she dried her body with the towel she wiped the steam of the mirror, and took a look at herself for the first time in couple of days.

The bags under her eyes grew in size and were quite visible, another sleepless night. She applied a little bit of make-up in the hopes to cover it up.

Naked, just covered in towel, she head to her room. The clothes were carefully laid and straighten across the bed. She ran her fingers gently over the soft fabric of the dress, faintly smiling and then picking it up.

She was almost ready, just few more things, when the door hissed, revealing Scott.

“I see you liked what I chose for you.” He smiled from the doorway.

“Did you know?” She turned to him, making a pause. “That he bought it?”

“Of course I did sis, I listen when you talk.”

Sara smiled, grateful to have someone like him.

“Are you ready?” Scott asked as he approached the couch she sat on.

Her eyes traveled from him to the table, where the necklace with her Milky Way pendant laid. She softly grazed it with her fingers before picking it up.

“I just need this, and I will be.” She said.

She’d try to clip it behind her neck, but the small clasp slipped from her fingers at least five times now.

How did he do it from the first time? She wondered. How does Reyes do it?

She’d quickly get frustrated and would start to show it with the fast strokes of her hands.

“Hey, hey! No, you can’t do that, you shouldn’t get frustrated” Scott sat next to her, taking the ends of the necklace from her fingers. “Let me.”

Maybe Scott could clip it from the first try, but he let it slip a several times before succeeding.

“All done sis.”

“Thank you.” Sara said it calmly as she clenched the pendant in her hand. “We should go.” She stood up picking up the bouquet of white Lilies.

Scott nodded and they left the Tempest and traveled to Ditaeon, and her home.

Days have passed since she last slept there, the Tempest seemed like the place that hurt the least at this moment.

“Scott stay close to me.” She whispered as they entered the house.

“I will, don’t worry sis.”

Sara wished she could skip this part or at least reach her room without anyone noticing her, but that was only a wish as Keema was approaching her.

“Sara, you look lovely.” Keema scanned her.

“Thanks, Scott picked it.”

“Oh he will love it, I remember helping him shop for that.” Keema smiled to an awkward silence Sara gave her. Obviously Keema was quite drunk.

“Well nice to see that you are okay, we worried when you stormed off. I guess I’ll see you there Ryder.”

Sara waited for Keema to disappear in the crowd and she turned her eyes to Scott. “Get me out of here.” She pleaded with her eyes.

Scott couldn’t help it but oblige to her wish and he took her outside.

As they started walking, Sara stopped herself and met with Scott’s eyes. “Take me to him.”

“Sara no.” Scott shook his head.

Sara stared at him intensely and her eyes danced, flickered. “Scott… I said take me to him!”

“Alright!” He agreed. “But I don’t like this.”

They walked towards the mere end of the Ditaeon where a sole structure was sitting. Scott came in first and with hesitation, Sara followed.

“Here he is. But Sara…”

“Open it.” She ordered.

“Sara?” Scott softly said her name.

“Open it!” She shouted.

He opened it and Sara’s eyes flickered as they drowned in her own tears.

There he lay, Reyes. In his favorite suit. His face covered in small cuts and his nails ripped out and what was left were only bits and pieces that were stuck to his nail beds.

Her shaken hand traveled to his, as though she was going to hold it, but instead she pulled the sleeve up, revealing the bare muscles where they skinned him alive.

She couldn’t keep the tears from falling and Scott hugged her tightly. “I knew you would do this to yourself. My poor sister.”

She’d slowly calm down after several long moments and as she was wiping her tears she asked. “Do you think he would like them? The Lilies?”

“I’m sure he would.” Scott nodded.

Sara then approached the coffin again, placing the Lilies on Reyes’ chest and leaned over giving him one last kiss.

anonymous asked:

Wanting to screw Bayani and all your other Ocs aside... I wanna know about the artist. You! How do you feel about K-Pop? Any favorite artists or K-Pop bands? How long have you known Sushi and Poo?

Haha omg me? Ah well I like K-Pop! I don’t listen to it as much as I did before though, from time to time I would listen to Korean artists like Dean, sometimes BTS, Got7. I consider myself a more old school (okay not old school) k-pop fan bc I got into it around 2007. My first ever group I listened to and became a fan of was DBSK! And I was super obsessed! Tbh, after changing Rein’s look, I based him off of Jaejoong for the longest time ahah. Do you know how hard it was to find music back then…? So very hard… Uhh I used to be a HUGE ass fan of EXO right when they first came out (I used to make K-Pop gifs of them… which still gets likes smh) and ya ever since the Chinese members left, it was never the same feeling— but I still like them haha. I was a casual fan of MBLAQ, F(x), CN Blue, Beast, Miss A, Sistar, U-Kiss, FT Island, Urban Zakapa… etc.—

But my favorite group ever is definitely SHINee!!! I love them to bits and pieces and I still keep up with them! Even though I love all the members, Taemin is my absolute fave ever. I love him so much that multiple OC designs I have are based off of him and his style LOL. I love SHINee and thinking about them makes me so happy ahh. I also used to read a SHIT ton of k-pop fics… used to write some too— not anymore haha but ya some of them were so good though… the writing was crazy good it could’ve been it’s own series.

Oh! And I’ve known Poo for over a year! As for sushi, we officially started talking around January haha. We’ve been talking all the time ever since and I love love love them so much! It feels like we’ve known each other longer bc of how comfortable and transparent we are with each other. Like I don’t feel afraid sharing anything and it’s nice to be able to go in depth about games, anime, or manga etc. We can get into debates, disagreements, but we’re still able to treat each other with respect. We laugh about really stupid shit, make fun of each other, but also support each other when one of us is going through a rough time. It’s just nothing but love!! I wanna make sure I can meet them at AX this coming summer!! And I also can’t wait to play OW with them since we basically bought the game together LMAO.

Singing Loud

You could hear Sky giggle again as she and her mom picked out a movie. Sky felt lonely so she decided that she’d have you over, or well her Mom did.
“I want this one” Sky pushed the movie into your lap, it was High School Musical. You smiled, you loved this movie when you were a kid and probably recite every song by heart.
“Alright let’s do it!”, sky jumped up and screamed a ‘Yay’ and gave you a big hug before jumping on the couch. You put the movie in and went to sit down on the love seat.
“ Noooo what are you doing” she pouted and you pointed to the couch as if to say ‘I’m going to sit down’. She pointed to the small seat next to her “ I want you to sit here”. You were shocked, you didn’t think Sky even liked you. You moved back over to her and sat down. She cuddled up next to you.
“I’m going to make popcorn” sky’s mom stated and got up to get popcorn. Hayes was out with some friends, he was going to hang out with you today but he canceled because he hasn’t seen them for awhile. Which was fine you were enjoying yourself with Sky and her Mom. You haven’t really gotten to know them very well and Sky always has to have approval of the girlfriend.
Throughout the movie giggles and smiles broke out. Then Sky jumps up “This is my FAVORITE song EVER” she shrieks. Luckily for you it was your favorite to. Sky starts to sing it and her voice was so cute you let out a small giggle.
“Hey don’t laugh at me! You have to sing!”
You sigh and sing along with her, ..there’s not a star in heaven that we can’t reach"
Suddenly the door opens and Hayes walks in. You and Sky were still singing along, and giggling.
“Awe you guys are so cute” he says in a baby voice, but you didn’t care. You just kept singing with Sky. Hayes Mom left half way in between the movie to run to the store, and Hayes was in and out teasing you guys about the movie you picked or why you were singing. By the time Sharpay sings her solo, you and Sky were dancing and tripping over your feet. Hayes was laughing on the couch.
“(Y/N), Hayes needs punished” Sky sent you a sly smile. You both tackled him on the couch and started tickling him.
“Guys stop stop okay” he let out between breaths.
“ Nope you can’t tease us and get away with it!” You smiled.
He pushed you both off and faced out side both you and Sky giggling and running after, eventually you were all out of breath and went to Finnish the movie. But as soon as Sky sat beside you she fell asleep.
You nudged Hayes.
“Awe you were so boring she fell asleep” he whispered and let out a quiet chuckle. You give him a light punch and he holds his hands up in surrender. “Alright just pick her up we can put her in her bed” he smiles. You slowly got up without disturbing her. When you got up you reached underneath her to pick up up, she stirred a little bit but stayed asleep. You both walk her up to her room and Hayes gets the door. Soon she was all tucked in.
“Goodnight Sky” you whispered and turned off the light.
Before you left though she whispers back “(Y/N) you’re my favorite” and closes her eyes once more.
You slipped out the door with a huge smile. Hayes was downstairs on the couch when you dropped next to him.
“Sky likes me, she actually likes me” you let your head rest on his shoulder.
“Of course she does, why wouldn’t she” he laughed out and then gives you a small kiss on the forehead. The last thing you remember is Hayes whispering “I love you” as your eyes closed.

Hey! Thanks for this request! I had it done for awhile but I couldn’t post it because I’ve been on the road traveling, I hoped this was good enough for you though :)
Requests are still open 😁
Thanks everyone!

Yesterday Epilogue

Tyler Joseph X Reader

A/N: this was highly requested that I write, so here it is…? I don’t know if y’all will like it. It might just disappoint you guys. I’m not even really sure of the direction I want to go with this. I hope you guys enjoy though. Thanks for reading.

Tyler’s POV

I sat on the couch, staring at the letter in my hands. I wasn’t sure how to react. What did she mean that she didn’t love me like she did yesterday? It didn’t make any sense to me. I felt like I needed to puke. The knots in my stomach were making me nauseous, and I felt like a million pounds of bricks all hit my chest at once.

Was I too late? How was I supposed to find her? My head was spiraling out of control. I quickly grab my phone and call Josh. He was like her brother. He had to know where she was going, right?

“Josh? Hello?”

“Hey, what’s up?”

“I just read that letter you gave me… I need to know where she is. Please. I need to talk to her.”

“Look, Tyler, you’re my best friend in the whole world, and you know I would do anything for you. But I don’t think it’s a good idea to see her right now. She needs to clear her head before she does anything stupid. And the truth is, I don’t know where she is right now. She didn’t tell me.”

“If she tells you where she is, please Josh. Tell me. I can’t believe that I was so dumb. I can’t believe I was so oblivious to everything around me because I was so infatuated with Tiffany. God, I can’t believe that I did this. How could I do that to her…. Did I just lose her, Josh?”

After that question, what seemed like a long pause came from Josh’s end of the line.

“Honestly, you could never lose her. She loves you too much for that. She didn’t leave you because she hates you. She left because she’s in a really bad place. And she needs time to heal. Just like you’re going to need time to adjust to everything. I know you want to tell her how sorry you are, and how much you really love her and how dumb you were about the whole situation, but trust me, just give the two of you some space for right now. Things are going to be different when you see her again.”

“How am I going to fix this…? I don’t even know where to begin…”

“You start by putting everything behind you.”

“You’re right… if fate wants us to be together, we’ll be together right…? You know that saying… ‘if you love them let them go, and if they love you, they’ll come back…’? I really hope she does come back.”

“You’ll be okay, Tyler. Everything is going to be fine.”

I sigh and say my goodbyes, hanging up the phone throwing it down on the couch in frustration. I didn’t know what was wrong with me. How was I supposed to just leave this for a few months? I know it sounds selfish but I don’t want a repeat of what happened to her to happen to me.

I mean, she deserves a whole lot better than what I gave her, but I know that I can treat her better than anyone else on this planet. We’re best friends. We did everything together. We have gone through everything together.

I walk around my house, trying to calm myself down. But I can’t. I wanted to scream. I wanted to throw things. But I didn’t. I couldn’t.  (Y/N) grew up with me in this house. There were too many memories that would be destroyed if I had done that. Instead, I went to my piano to write. That was my escape. Within hours, I had ideas all over the floor that were never finished. I was distracted. I didn’t know how to get her out of my mind. She’s all I could think about.

I got up from the seat, deciding to take a walk. I had to clear my head somehow. And that was the best thing I could think of to help me.

I met up with Josh a little bit later that day, and he knew I was completely out of it.

“Tyler… you gotta stop worrying about it. I don’t think she could move on from you even if she tried.”

I sigh and tilt my head back in the chair until it hit the wall behind me.

“Dude, I’m trying to not worry but I screwed up. Big time. How do I not worry about that?”

Josh gives me an annoyed look.

“We are going on tour soon, and I need you to focus on that. I know it sucks now, but things are going to work out. They always do. She can’t be gone for forever. She’ll come back to us. She will come back for you.”

I simply nod my head and poked at my food.

“You’re right. Tour is coming up. I need to get my head in the game for that. Gotta put on those performances to make the Clique happy.”

Months had gone by and the tour was a huge success. We were playing at MSG for two nights, and I couldn’t be more excited. This was something Josh and I had dreamed about for a long time. I only wished I could share this moment with (Y/N). She was always our biggest supporter. I closed my eyes and started to hype myself up for the performance.

I walked onto the stage and looked out at the venue. It was one of the most famous stages in the United States. Maybe worldwide. I took it all in. We had made it.

The show began and everything was going great. Josh sounded awesome on the drums, and the fans gave us a whole new type of energy. They sang along to the songs, and they ensured that no one was hurt in the pit. The only thing missing from the whole thing was (Y/N). We started to play Car Radio, and I was making my climb.

I looked into the audience, and smiled to myself. They were the ones who got us here. They were our family. I took my mask off and looked below me, in awe of the sold out arena. I looked at the fans below me, and saw a face that I never thought I would see again. Below me stood (Y/N). And she had the biggest, most beautiful smile on her face. Tears were in her eyes as she made eye contact with me. As she did, she mouthed the words, “I’m so proud of you.”

I’m not going to lie. I did get emotional. Not only because she was there, but because everything seemed to work out just like Josh had mentioned. I guess I have to thank Josh. For a lot of reasons, actually.

The night was coming to a close, and I started to play the notes of Trees. I had to make this speech the most amazing one yet. I was scared, at first. I didn’t really know what to say. It was like I was getting stage fright, even though I had done this hundreds of times before. But I kept thinking there were a few things I had to say. And things that I needed to leave in my head. So I started.

“You survived to the end my friends, and not everybody survives. You survived ‘till the end of the show, survived the end of the tour. Don’t know if I told you this, but I can’t think of a better place to end this than right here so thank you so much. Now I’m thinking of all the people I mentioned, or I thought of, and we wouldn’t be here without them. There’s so many of them in this room. I’m not gonna name them all. But before last night, the first and only time I’d been in this building, I was nine years old and my grandma took me to see the circus. And my grandma June is here tonight to watch us play on this stage. You know, I also need to mention, my old band mate, Chris. He was the first guy that really showed me what to do to put on a show. He said: “Hey, you see this chord? You plug it into here, and this is how you get the piano to come out of the system.” He taught me everything I know when it comes to this stuff. He actually is the one who built that piano over there, seven years ago. And he’s here tonight. So thank you Chris, for everything you’ve done for us. We’ve got guys on this crew that have been here from the beginning, Daniel, Mark, Snider. Some I forget. Chris and Brad, you guys have believed in us from the very beginning. I know this feels like we’re accepting an award or something, but honestly, this kinda feels like one. Listen, we wouldn’t be up here if it weren’t for a lot of people, if they didn’t exist. It is very important to know that if you, our fans, The Clique, were not here tonight, this would not be possible. So thank you so much for making this possible. So grateful for you guys. There’s one other person I’d like to talk about- who I would not be up here on this stage right now if it weren’t for- Josh Dun on the drums. Please give it up for him. Listen, I know you’ve been cheering all night, but I know you’ve got something else. Josh Dun on the drums everybody, c'mon. And you know I brought Michael out and it made me think of a lot of older shows, and we’ve been closing out with a certain song for year now. It’s very cool for us to be showing this song to people. This might be my favorite song live and I invite you to be apart of that tradition with us as we close out this show. We’ll give it everything we have, friends. We only have a little bit left in us, but we promise by the end of this, we will be nothing. So, join us.”

All I could think about in this moment was how different things had gotten. I feel as though I’ve changed through this entire tour. I didn’t feel like I was the same person I was a few months back. And maybe that’s what the letter meant. Maybe she had changed too.

After the show had ended, I went backstage to freshen up and reminisce about what had just happened that night. It was incredible. It was something I would never forget. It was even better to know that during this night, I had finally realized a few things, that I was ready to let go of the past. And (Y/N) somehow knew that too.

After a few words were exchanged, I walked back out on stage to look at the arena one more time. But what I focused on instead, was a single body standing in the center of the venue, a bright smile on her face.

I looked away and started to cry, finally letting all of my emotions go from that night. I covered my mouth as she walked towards me. She climbed the stage and stood before me, her arms open wide. I looked at her with a bit of disbelief, not knowing if this was some sort of sick joke. But I didn’t care at this point. I was so happy to see her. It was long overdue.

I walked over slowly and hugged her for the first time in months. I missed the warm embrace she would always give me. It gave me a sense of security. It made me feel safe, and welcome.

“Thanks for mentioning me in your speech tonight, Ty.” she says in between small sobs.

We both laugh slightly and I wipe her tears, caressing her beautiful face. She smiles slightly at me, bringing her hand up to hold mine.

“I’m sorry,” I chuckle. “I didn’t want to make that something public… I thought it was better left unsaid until I saw you. In person. Honestly, I didn’t think you were coming.” I say quietly.

She gives me a sad look and sighs.

“Why wouldn’t I come, Ty? I may have left for a while, but I made you a promise all those years ago. And I don’t break promises.”

“I’ve missed you, (Y/N). More than you could know. I’ve driven myself crazy the past few months. I’m so sorry, for everything. I don’t know how I could’ve been so dumb. I just… I thought you deserved so much more than I could give you. I didn’t want to ruin our friendship if things didn’t work out and–” before I could finish her soft lips crashed into mine.

That kiss was something that I had been waiting to know what it felt like since I was a kid. It was indescribable. It was everything I had ever hoped for and more.

As she pulled away she looks up at me and smiles.

“I’ve missed you too, Ty. And I’m also sorry. But I think the time we took away from each other really helped. There’s so much I need to tell you.” she says excitedly. “But first I think we need to talk about a few things…” she paused. “I really do think that we’ve changed, and for the better. I think that some part of us needed time to adjust to everything, and we really needed the space apart from each other. I’m not going to lie, I thought about you every day. And it was hard for me to not call you every night to ask how you were doing, or just to see your face or hear your voice. And it sucked. But I came back because… well… you’re my best friend, Ty. And the person I’ve been absolutely in love with since the longest time. I wasn’t going to throw that away, even though there were times when I really wanted to.”

I kissed her once again and pulled her into another embrace.

“Can I ask you something, (Y/N)?” I whisper in her ear. She nods into my chest and pulls away slightly to look up at me. “What did you mean that you didn’t love me like you did yesterday…?”

She pauses and scrunches her nose.

“Honestly, I wanted it to mean that I had changed. And that my love for you had changed because of it. It wasn’t the same after I left. It wasn’t like I loved you any less. I didn’t know who I was until I connected with you. But I guess I had to figure out who I am without you. I was so caught up in us that I didn’t focus on myself. And I really needed that aspect in my life to be happy.”

“Well, I’m glad you figured it out because I don’t know if I would’ve made it a couple more months without you. We’re better human beings when we’re with the person we’re supposed to be with. And that wasn’t Tiffany. It’s always been you.”

As we embrace for another moment, I see Josh walk on stage, arms folded. All I could do was mouth the words: “Thank You.

The Blues.

It was like there was some sort of voice sounding off internally telling me to do it and though I shouldn’t have been listening to that bad voice considering the good voice inside of me was trying to talk me out of it, I couldn’t stop.

I did it.

I grabbed for his phone that was laying on top of the comforter and fell back to the bed holding the prize in my hand. I never really had a reason to go through Antoine’s phone until now though it could be argued I still really had no reason to snoop through his stuff and invade his privacy but here I was and there was no looking back now.

I had grown tired of his suspicious behavior lately. His persistence on sneaking off to another room whenever his phone began ringing, the constant checking of messages and typing away texts when we were supposed to be spending time together. It all just seemed very odd including his jumpy behavior whenever I interrupted his focus on his phone.

I didn’t want to think there was possibly another woman out there but was it hard to believe?

Not really.

It wasn’t like it was believable based on how I perceived my boyfriend. I thought he was a fairly honest, trustworthy and faithful partner but there was also the reality that he was pretty desired by women everywhere. I didn’t need much to tell me that. All I needed to do was scroll through his Instagram comments and I’d find plenty of proof of that.

I didn’t want to be now snooping through his messages to try and confirm my worst fear. Part of me would have probably preferred to remain in the dark and ignorant to it all but once my thumb hovered over the home button of his phone, it was too late to cower out now.

The screen lit up with an image of his screensaver, a picture of me enthusiastically holding my hands above my head and clad in my bikini. It was a picture taken from our last random road trip and I felt a lump form in my throat.

He couldn’t possibly live with himself sending flirtatious text messages to another woman while having to lock and unlock his phone to the image of me, right?

I didn’t linger on the thought too long as the unlocked phone allowed me to see the various icons for his apps. I clicked on the messages first.

“What are you doing?”

The sudden sound of a voice startled me and sent the case-free iPhone from my hands and to the hardwood floor in his bedroom. The sharp sound of the contact made me wince. I was focused on the phone being unscathed. Antoine was focused on me.

And he looked pretty pissed. I didn’t think he even needed me to answer the question. He already knew the answer.

I avoided his gaze and bent down to pick up the phone and immediately winced as I assessed the damage. The once flawless screen was stained forever with cracks in the top corner. I was one to always warn my boyfriend that one day he would drop his phone and ruin it. How funny now that it was me who had done the damage to it.

“Shit. I cracked it,” I said aloud as I turned the phone over in my hands hoping that maybe with a few more turns of my wrist, the cracks would magically disappear.

They didn’t and neither did the look of sheer anger on Antoine’s face. He didn’t seem to care at all about the phone in my hands and the damage because when he snatched it from my grip, he didn’t look at it but instead just threw it down on the bed.

“Did you find what you were looking for?” He spat the words so violently I wanted to cry. He looked so disappointed with me and I had no idea of exactly what to say. I honestly hadn’t found what I was looking for because I hadn’t even had the time to look but was I going to tell him that? Definitely not.

“No,” was all I said as I let my gaze fall to my hands in my lap.

“I’m sure you didn’t,” he bitterly chuckled. Antoine turned around and I thought he was on his way out of the door, and he probably did too, but he turned back around and began spewing off everything he was holding in internally.

“I can’t believe you would do that! The person that’s always preaching about trust and giving each other privacy and all of this other crap and you go through my phone? Are you serious?!”

I finally interjected. “You’ve just been acting so weird the past couple of weeks and I knew that if I were to ask you, you would just flip and say I was crazy.”

“Because you are! And you think going through my phone is a better solution? What were you going to do then? Confront me with the evidence you didn’t find or pretend you didn’t even snoop through my stuff?”

He walked over now and grabbed the phone he had just tossed a few moments ago before shoving it into my hands and insisting, “Go ahead. Read it! Read them all. Take all the time you need.” He angrily plopped into a seat next to me and watched, waiting for me to do exactly what he instructed.

I shook my head. “Antoine, I…”

“No. Go ahead. I want you to read them.”

Now I felt incredibly stupid. There was no way he was cheating on me if he was insisting I continue snooping through his phone. I bit down on my lip, feeling my cheeks heat up. We sat like that for a few seconds longer until he grabbed the device from my hand and slammed it harshly to the floor. I was sure then it was shattered even more.

“You already messed it up. Might as well screw it up even more, right?” He chuckled to himself and I would have taken that time to respond but he spoke before I even could. “I feel so stupid for even trying to surprise you with anything. I think that it’ll be a good idea and you end up thinking I’m cheating on you. Great.”

I narrowed my gaze in confusion. “What are you talking about?”

“The conversations!” he exclaimed, as if I should have known already what he was referencing. “The phone calls, the secretive messages, always leaving you when my phone rings. It’s my agent. The same person I’ve been talking to for weeks.”

I was still a bit confused and I was sure my expression asserted that. “But why are you…”


That was all he said before he looked at me with exhausted, disappointed eyes. I was still a bit confused until I allowed things to piece together in my mind.


I knew he was possibly set to transfer this summer and the mention of the club signaled to me that may have been the destination he decided on and it made total sense. Chelsea was my favorite club and it was in my hometown, the same hometown I had left to live closer to my boyfriend though that meant missing out on time with my family who were back in London.

We didn’t really bother to talk about the business side of his career. I figured it much easier to stay out of those sorts of things but the more I strung this all along in my head, the more it made sense.

He was planning a move to Chelsea for me…

I couldn’t even begin to apologize in an appropriate way and I think he knew that because rather than getting up, walking away and slamming the door in my face he just sat there.

“I am so sorry,” I uttered. “I…I let my thoughts get the best of me and I’m really sorry. I should have trusted you.”

“Yeah. You should have,” he said sharply but I could tell his anger was beginning to wear off or at least he was making it seem as if it was.

I inched closer to him and took his hands into mine. “I really am sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking. You’ve never given me a reason not to trust you. I should have known better.”

There was silence between us for a moment as I waited with bated breath for him to speak. Eventually he suppressed my worries with a response. “Maybe I should have just told you instead of trying to make it some big secret. I don’t know,” he mumbled.

I couldn’t help but ask this next question. “Is it official? Your move to Chelsea?”

He looked to me now and gave off a modest shrug of his shoulders. “There’s still a few kinks to be worked out but it’s pretty much official.”

I couldn’t help the smile that broke my face now. “Wow. I…congratulations,” was all I could begin to say.

The softer side of him was returning. He could never stay mad too long. Antoine reached out and rubbed my cheek gently with his finger, his facial expression forming into a smile. “I guess you should get packing soon, huh?”

“I should also probably work on getting you a new phone,” I giggled. I bent down and reached for the phone that was still on the ground, much more cracked than before. He laughed as well.

“Yeah. You probably should.”

gif credit to ema-13

Imagine you, the checkout girl at the supermarket, getting asked out by Chief Swan

Based on this imagine

It had been a long, hard day, but it was finally almost the end of your shift. Working in a grocery story just wasn’t fun for anybody, but how else would you put yourself through college? You certainly didn’t make good enough grades for a full-ride scholarship. Besides, lately there was one person who just made your day brighter. Every day for the last month the Police Chief would come into the store and come through your line to buy a few little things. He and you could talk about all kinds of things, how your days had been, the weather, plans for the future. You looked forward to talking with him. He was very handsome, even though he was a lot older than you were.

Really, he was almost old enough to be your father, but you couldn’t help but like him. All the boys you had crushes on before had been so immature. No plans, no romance, and in the end they had only wanted some girl who would sleep with them. And well, you just weren’t that kind of girl. Not that there was anything wrong with that type m, it just wasn’t you. But the Police Chief was different. He was sweet and funny and just interesting to you. You couldn’t help but wonder if just maybe, he liked you too.

When the clock hit five-thirty pm, nearing the end of your shift, you started to get worried. He hadn’t shown up. Maybe he wasn’t going to today. Maybe he just had nothing to buy, or he was out with someone. The thought of it made tears try to well up in your eyes. You had so looked forward to seeing him, you even had taken extra care to look cute, putting on make-up and even perfume, as well as jeans that made your butt look just right.

You kept checking the clock and the parts of the store you could see, while ringing out a few customers. Where was he? Finally, when you had given up in seeing him that day, you heard a voice you knew all too well.
“Y/N! I’m glad you haven’t left yet.” You quickly turned to see Charlie standing in your line, finally. You grinned happily. “I couldn’t leave without seeing my favorite customer,” you said. You watched as Charlie blushed a little, looking embarrassed. You noticed he had flowers. “Are these for someone special?”

He nodded, looking more embarrassed. Your heart sunk a bit, though you tried not to let it show on your face. “She must be really luck to get flowers from you Charlie.” Charlie smiled, blushing more. “Well…actually yes. I think so,” he said, paying for them. He stood there awkwardly for a moment. “Y/N, the flowers are for you,” he said softly. “I was hoping that you’d like to go out to dinner. I know of a really good spot…” You looked surprised and then grinned very widely. “Oh Charlie! I’d love to!”

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#2397 Why is it that no one ever really says anything about other, less known elves on here? I mean come on people Lindir, Erestor and Glorfindel are super attractive too. Lindir has to be my favorite of the three though, seeing as how he’s gorgeous and is also a kick butt musician.

+ Just a bit ago I said how the lesser know elves need more attention. I realized I left out Elladan and Elrohir, Arwen’s brothers. It really stinks they weren’t quite in the movies…

Meat Cute 1/?

Or, how Mabel Pines and Henry Corduroy wooed and won each other, but more importantly, how Dipper Pines despite his best efforts, gained a brother in law.

Guise, this was supposed to be a one shot, and now it’s going to be several chapters I BLAME Y'ALL Y'ALL ARE THE WORST.


The first time Henry Corduroy saw the woman he would marry, she was finishing up a keg stand. When she was put back down on the ground, she screamed “SONGS ARE HUGS FOR YOUR EARS.” Then Mabel Pines immediately went to run around the party, ululating and waving her hands in the air.

It wasn’t love at first sight, but it was certainly interest at first sight.

Backtrack a bit, to a week before.

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