no it's not it's not okay

Why can’t I draw this fucker ugly and gross just as he should be?
whatever.
I’m in so bad condition… my Villainous addiction is growing… I may even assume that BH (andFluglol) became some sort of my muse… seriously…helpme it’s 4:20AM HERE WHY AM I NOT ASLEEP?!///

170624 - Fansign Fanacc - He likes to be punched or hit

OP:  Jisoo-ya, did you lose rock-paper- scissors again with Jeonghan? You got a hit from him.

HJS: I can win it next time.

OP: But I saw you got a hit pretty hard with water bottle from Jeonghan before.

HJS: I will hit him harder next time ^^(joking)

OP: Yes, hit him like this. But can you hit Jeonghan?

HJS: Yes, I can. Jeonghan likes to be punched
(hit)

OP: Really? Does Jeonghan also think like that? I’ll come again(high five)


[In front of Jeonghan]

YJH: I really like being hit

HJS: When we’re playing board game, Jeonghan always get hit with a hammer (plastic hammer).

YJH: Yes, it’s true. I like being hit. 


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trans: Harujisoo

I’m tired of not managing to say the right things at the right time. One would think that it’d be easy. Just open your mouth and let the words come because there’s no way that what you feel could be wrong, right? I wish.
—  🖤
Hamilton characters and things my friend's and I have said
  • Alexander: *writing a paper at 1 am, four cups of coffee down, and eye twitching slightly* I am the dictionary definition of health.
  • John: Guys, honestly. I'm straight and I wish you all would sto- ! *cute guy walks by* fuck.
  • Aaron: I want you dead. But I don't want you to die, ya feel me?
  • Lafayette: *while wearing an American flag muscle tank* America blows.
  • Hercules: I'm the youngest out of all you assholes, yet I still end up babysitting!
  • Eliza: *plays with a bunch of kittens* I'm a badass
  • Angelica: If I were you, I would get away from me before I start screaming about how much of a misogynistic fuck you are.
  • Peggy: My mom forgot to invite me to my own birthday party. I was two hours late because I literally had NO IDEA ABOUT IT
  • Thomas: juST BECAUSE IM FROM THE SOUTH DOESNT MEAN THAT IM SLEEPING WITH MY COUSIN
  • Madison: *drops purse and stares at it* this makes me wanna off myself.
  • Washington: thE NEXT PERSON TO SCREAM LYRICS FROM MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE IN MY GODDAMN CAR I WILL DROP KICK YOU OUT OF IT!
Lantern Paintings (Connor M. x Reader)

Anon says- can you do an imagine where connor’s really good at painting and the reader says to “draw them like one of your french girls” (if you wanna make it nsfw it’s cool!)

Ah yes, the good ol French girl. Also!!! I won’t be writing NSFW for a while, sorry!! o: Thank you for the request! <3

Words- 1063

Warnings- Swearing, Implied sexual situation at the end

Connor Murphy’s favorite muse was nature. No matter what thoughts came to nip at him, he would be able to calm himself down with painting.  He would get every fine detail, every grain of sand, every little leaf on the tree. Connor Murphy could paint an entire series of scenic artworks, each inspired by a photo, and each would look more beautiful than the actual place. However, he refused to draw what he thought to be most beautiful.

Connor Murphy refused to draw you.

No matter how much you begged him too, he would never so much as sketch you out. He decided he wasn’t going to draw you because he was afraid of not being able to get every detail.

He wanted to get the way your eyes sparkle in the light, the way that your hair shines, and the way your face curves.  

Connor Murphy wanted to line every detail of your face, something he believed to be impossible.

Its currently two in the morning, and Connor sits on his bed, painting a photo that you had taken the other day. You watch him as he gently strokes the canvas with the small, fine brush. Each stroke was taken with precision.

While this wasn’t always an effective method of venting, it was enough to get his hands steady. Enough to have him think one thought at a time. It was enough to give him time to think.

Connor continues to paint, and you continue to watch. You work on your homework (and a few parts of Connor’s homework so he would have less to do), and quietly hum. This is the typical after school routine. Rarely do the two of you not do this, and rarely is it ever at his house.

When you finish the homework, you set it to the side and walk over to Connor.

“You need to take a break. You’re going to turn into a damn tree. Do you want to become a tree, Connor? Get cut down and turned into a canvas?”

“Y/N, that would be the best moment of my life.”

“You are unbelievable.”

Connor smirked slightly, and set down his brush. Turning towards you, he grabs your hand, and pulls you over to your door.

“Connor, where are we going?” You say slowly, excited for where you might be going.

“Hell, if I know.”

You have a good reason to be excited.

-

By the time you had arrived, it was already dusk. It seemed that you were brought to a woodsy area, not one that you are familiar with. Connor led you into the woods, walking like he has been here thousands of times before.

“Connor,” You started, “What is this place?”

Instead of responding, Connor gently squeezed your hand, and continued walking.

After walking for a few more minutes, the two of your entered a clearing. The clearing had a few different canvases placed against trees, brushes scattered all over the ground, and lanterns that hung lazily from branches.

Connor led you over to a tree stump, and sat down.

“Care to not be so mysterious and spooky?”

Connor smiled slightly, and picked up a canvas. “Seeing you confused is way more entertaining. It’s cute.”

You roll your eyes and sit next to him. “Where did you get the lanterns from?”

“Zoe. She got pissed off when they disappeared, but she got new ones so, I guess she didn’t really give that much of a shit.”

“And how did you find this area? It’s beautiful.”

“When you leave home every other fucking night, you start to explore.” Connor grabbed a paint brush, and a few different colors.

You nodded, and watching him. “I’m… I’m glad you showed me this.”

Connor applied paint to his brush, and flicked it at you. “Yeah, whatever.”

Letting out a small, squeal you gently push him. “When I asked you to paint me, I didn’t mean like that!”

He chuckled slightly and gently stroked the brush against your nose. “Shit, dude, I guess we have two different definitions of that. Oh well.”

“You are such a dick sometimes.”

Connor just continued to smile – if you could call it that – but you could still see the happiness in his eyes. Out of all of the ways to show emotion, his eyes held the most.

You continued to watch Connor paint well past midnight. The two of you said very little, mostly just enjoying each other’s company.

Every so often, you’d glance at Connor’s face, and notice his features. His eyebrows would raise in concentration, or his eyebrows would furrow in concentration. Occasionally, he would stick his tongue out slightly. He pulled his hair back loosely, allowing a few strands to flow freely.

You didn’t even notice that you were staring until you had paint flicked at you. Again.

You just rolled your eyes, and scooted in front of where Connor was sitting. Placing your head on one of his knees, you poked his side.

Connor glanced down at you, and continued painting. “What, you’re going to blow me in the middle of forest? Didn’t know you were into that shit, Y/N.”

“Ew, what the hell, no! Maybe this is just a really comfortable position, Murphy.” You stick your tongue out, and gently poke his side again.

After waiting a few more minutes, you scoot backwards. “Hey, hey! Connor!”

“What?”

“Draw me like one of your French girls!” You say, striking a pose on the ground, and lifting your leg up slightly.

Connor looks at you for a moment, his face heating up. “You what?”

You huff, and strike another pose, this time while one your back. “Draw me like one of your French girls, Murphy!”

Leaning back, Connor rested his foot on his knee. “That’s… Kinda hot, y’know.”

You laugh and lie on the ground. “Is it? Is it really?”

Smirking, Connor places the materials to the side, and moves to crawl on top of you, holding himself up with his elbows. “Yes, yes it is.”

You gently cup his cheek with one hand, and gently pushing a stray strand of hair behind his ear with the other. “Can we do something crazy?”

“Crazy? I’d say this is the usual.”

You laugh and kiss Connor, wrapping your arms around his neck. Connor deepens the kiss slightly, smirking.

You might be getting something even better than a painting.

3

What is one of your favourite scenes when you
think back on the first two, you’re like ‘’ooh, hmm that reminds me of tasty brownies in the night time.’’ 

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made this to comfort me cause ive been stressing and feeling down
its super short though!!!!!!

anonymous asked:

Katara is the most underrated member of the gaang (other than Suki) I don't think enough people appreciate how badass she is but choose to fawn over zuko toph sokka

Dude, I love Katara. I think she’s the most amazing character. 

She mastered her element in a matter of weeks once she found a master. She took down an entire culture’s way of doing things. She fought for what she wanted. She wasn’t afraid to cry or yell or care or love. She embraced her anger. She embraced her empathy. She faced her emotions head on. She expressed her emotions vividly and without any fear of what her companions might think. She brought the Avatar back to life. She beat of the world’s greatest firebender on the day of Sozin’s Comet. She kept the Fire Nation’s last hope from dying. She literally saved the world. 

Katara’s amazing. You don’t have to tell me twice. 

Originally posted by ohnoitsmycat

hello guys, im 38 away from my first thousand and it would be realllyy cool if y'all helped me out! rb if you’re a louie/harrie/larrie and i’ll definitely check you out ☺️

i would just like to remind everyone that raoul de chagny is not a villain, is not stopping ‘the real story’, and really doesn’t deserve to be demonised 

he is a soft emotional boy who loves and wants to protect christine and i would literally die for him