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anonymous asked:

Does Rei ever see her dad coming home all beaten up and stuff? Does she ends up sitting at his bedside like what Genji did with Mercy after Volskaya when it happens?

Well luckily she doesn’t usually see him when the injuries are at their worst. Usually biotics have him stabilized and looking a little better by the time he gets back to the Watchpoint, but he still looks a bit rough. When she’s little she brings him flowers and sets her plush toys on his bed to keep him company, but when she’s older Rei ends up doing her homework in the Watchpoint infirmary a lot, and Genji’s woken up to Rei either doing her homework or reading her comics next to his bed. And like, he knows she’s there because she worries about him and wants to spend time with him but they both try and make light of the whole thing.

Genji: *Wakes up in an infirmary bed and glances over at Rei reading*
Genji: So… what’s happening now?
Rei: Ryô kissed Ichigo.
Genji: *dramatic gasp* No. What about Masaya?
Rei: I mean she’s still saying she likes Masaya she’s just really flustered.
Genji: Ryô’s kind of a jerk, isn’t he?
Rei: Kind of.

Genji isn’t the only person Rei’s hung out with in the Infirmary though. Hanzo’s woken up to Rei drawing next to him, McCree’s even helped Rei with some of her homework from an infirmary bed.

WIP…

May take me a bit to get this posted…I will try to have it done this evening.
Want to try to get the Sims 2 version of it done and post them at the same time (we will see)

My day has gotten away from me. I need to feed kiddo’s lunch, give them baths and do some house cleaning (Boo…chores) BUT…I will get this out ASAP! ♥ 

Memories- A Sirius Black Imagine (Part 8 of Alone Together)

A/N: Why hello there, long time no chat. I’m not even going to make excuses. I’m just apologizing. I figured I should post this now, otherwise I don’t think I’ll ever get it up. I’m sorry if it is shite, as I went for a more subtle approach. I’m also going to be doing an epilogue to the series, as soon as I come up with an idea for it lol. In the meantime, enjoy the last installment of Alone Together. It has been a wild ride, and I hope y’all like it. Warning: It is the longest thing I have written thus far for y’all. Thank you. :) 

Past Installments: Alone Together. (part 1) - Implementations. (part 2) - Routines. (part 3) - Replacements. (part 4) - Revelations. (part 5) - Walls Built. (part 6)  - Impenetrable. (part 7)

Originally posted by sensualkisses

It was three days later, during dinner in the Great Hall, when you got the letter. You didn’t think much of it at first, as the holidays were coming up and you thought it was probably a note from your mother confirming your plans for this break.

However, when you opened the note and recognized the swirling, neat cursive handwriting you furrowed your brows in confusion. You knew it was Sirius’ handwriting, as his upbringing forced him into countless penmanship classes throughout his childhood. He always had such perfect handwriting, something you remembered you were often jealous of.

Dear Y/N,

I know you don’t want to hear from me, you’ve made that apparent; but I need to see you. I want to apologize and explain everything. Meet me where you need me at 9 o’clock tonight.

Patiently waiting,

S.B.

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My Gift is a Pebble

Everyone wants a pebble.

My Gift is a Pebble

“Roman it’s been three weeks” Anxiety said bluntly, his facial expression turning to a annoyed pout as he stared at the Royal. “I’m sorry, I can’t do anything to speed up the cure. I’m not a dragon-witch” Roman sighed, looking down at the dark trait.

“Though I do think you deserve it at this point” he mumbled, but Anxiety heard every word. His ears bended back and his tail started to slash around behind him. “What do you mean I deserved it! You were the one that started the argument before hitting me with the goddamn potion!” He hissed out.

“Well who is the one that been leaving dead animals near the door?” Roman huffed, trying not to get into another argument. Anxiety was about to speak until he realized how stupid his rebuttal is. He crossed his arms, looking away from the royal. “They’re gifts…” he grumbled.

“Well the offer is kind, and your intentions are good but how about getting something that wasn’t breathing earlier” Roman sighed, slightly regretting his response as he saw the darker trait’s head down in shame as he walked to his room.

“Wow…just wow..” Morality said softly, walking next to Princey.

“Maybe I was a bit harsh”

“A bit?” the Moral trait sighed. “You should give him something, I know a dead bird isn’t the best gift in the world but he’s trying to be nice”

Princey nodded.

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Logan and Anxiety were currently sitting on the couch, well Logan was, Anxiety was laying over the top of it. The two was currently watching Epic Rap Battles of History, Walter White vs Rick Grimes, seeing as Anxiety found them interesting and Logic enjoyed anything relating with poetry.

Roman looked at the two from the hallway, holding a wrapped present in his hands. He looked behind himself to see Morality giving him thumbs up for encouragement. He gulped, walking towards the two. He usually wasn’t this nervous, especially when giving someone a gift, probably because he was worried that Anxiety was still upset at him, seeing as he got a small scratch on his cheek after he first talked to Morality.

He cleared his throat, earning the attention of the younger traits. Sure enough, Anxiety seemed slightly annoyed. “Before you tell me to go away, I wanted to apologize for earlier’ comment, I shouldn’t have been so harsh. So I wanted to give you this”

Anxiety looked down at the royal’s hands, seeing a black and grey wrapped box. He hesitantly took the gift, and then teared away the wrapping paper. He opened the box, revealing a giant black and red mouse plush with a feather tail. He picked up the plush and set it down on the couch before stepping tow ards the prince. He looked up at him with a blank expression before giving another scratch on the royal’s cheek.

Roman hissed, but expected that reaction. What he didn’t expect though was that Anxiety grabbed his hand and placed a small, red, ring box in it. “Open it” Anxiety said in a monotone and slightly demanding tone. Roman followed the demand and opened it, seeing small broken piece of a smokey quartz and a small onyx. “It’s pebbles” Roman hummed.

“My gift to you is pebbles and rocks, accept it” he growled.

Roman looked down at the cat trait, and began to pet behind his ear, which Anxiety reluctantly leaned into the touch and started to purr.

“I’ll cherish them”

“P-Pregnant?”

Originally posted by fymarveluniverse

Tony Stark x Fem!Reader

Length: 1253 words

Warnings: mentions of sex, female pronouns, mentions of contraceptives, swears

“P-Pregnant? You?” Tony Stark, the self-proclaimed genius and well-known billionaire, stuttered out. His girlfriend, Y/N Y/L, smirked as he awkwardly began to ramble on, “Y-You’re pregnant? As in, you’re with child? A baby?” His hand was nervously twiddling with the tumbler, something he seldom did.

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So I did a thing...

And now I’m broke…

A bit of background. I have been a Kpop fan/Shawol since around Summer of 2014. And, of course, initially, I was not gonna buy merch. “You don’t need to start all that mess, miss extreme emotional dependence on objects. CHILL.” 

………Clearly this resolution was not successful. 

Last month, I was diagnosed with endometriosis, which explains the pain and declining health I was experiencing over the course of my time with SHINee. So, if you can, just picture me, rewarding/bribing myself for functioning… with SHINee items. This is how a cabinet like this comes to be.

So I thought I would share a few of the process pictures because I’m a ghost and I never talk to you guys even though, I love all of you with all of my whole heart. Attn: Everyone I follow and have never talked to. 

Ok, so… a story of me and shawol mom. I was gonna buy a janky $130 cabinet that was broken and probably not structurally sound at all, but my mom was like, “you can’t put SHINee in a janky cabinet, SHINee deserves better than this.” So she made me go to 6 stores to look before I made a decision, which of course, this beautiful cabinet, which was exactly what I had envisioned, was at the first one, and that is how I ended up with an $800 cabinet. My mom matched my half, because its pretty much her fault I spent all my money. 

(My room is in transition so please ignore my weird bed stuff.) 

I laid out all my smalls in preparation for cabinet loading. Although, I was not going to collect merch, you can now count among the things I collect: albums, posters, lightsticks, photocards, magazines, seasons greetings, photobooks, plush dolls, photos, sticker sets, postcards, polaroids, buttons, banners, balloons, and miscellaneous. 

Some were blurry, I left those out…

Fun Fact: My mother, who hacked into my bank account to do my taxes because she was bored, calculated that I spent 40% of my income on SHINee last year. 

That’s about $10,000.

but includes travel expenses for when I lugged my entirely not ok self all over the country and saw SHINee 4 times…

Here is a video: You can hear authentic sounds such as my mom’s murder shows and me humming because leaning over is hard for me, so I make noise. 

Loaded cabinet images:

Technically my neck pillow is not SHINee but it holds Jinkibunny up. Foxkey has a bib. 

Lightstick collection. 

The greatest photo in the history of forever.

I like to call this the flat stuff pile.

Magazines, Photobooks, Seeks, and that one freakishly large album….

Jinki peeking. Those black binders hold my photocard collection, they are both bursting full. I need another one. 

Smalls I couldn’t figure out what to do with…

Special shout out image for my beloved jinki-bunny, Rinn. My first real shawol friend. That bracelet has been in the presence of SHINee 5 times. Also, jink-is, excellent shawol bud. 

albums…

If anybody cares or even got this far, I was really exhausted by this point so I just stuck whatever album I grabbed on there and called it good. I’ll organize at a later date. 

and because I probably won’t post again for another 2 years, let’s end on a selfie or 5. 6?

Surgery selfie!

Puppy selfie!

Lena vs. the gigantic fork for NO REASON DALLAS!!! selfie.

Pretending I ever looked this good in my life selfie.

SHAWOL LOVE Selfie!

Excruciating pain for over a year could not stop me. Surgery 9 days before I took this picture did not stop me. I will go and ooze love out of my pores and beam love and pride and happiness out of my soul so hard that it hits SHINee and they fall down because they are worth everything. This is the only picture I took in Dallas and its the only one I need. 

Protected

Request: 6 w/ Got7 Youngjae, please☺️☺️☺️

6) “This is mine. Are we clear?”

Member: Got7′s Youngjae x Y/N x (ft. Mark)

Type: angst


I sniffed again, my cheeks raw from being moist for so long. I sucked in my top lip, trying to keep what little tears I had left in my eyes. People always said that it was love that hurt, but love doesn’t hurt. Love is the most incredible feeling you can experience. It was the absence of love that hurt. It was the loneliness, the desperation, and hopelessness that hurt. 

I would not wish the pain I felt in my heart on anyone. I wouldn’t even wish it on my own worst enemy. Not a single person in this world should feel the pain that it is to feel this empty. It felt as if I would never be okay, in the loosest sense of the term, again. 

I reached up to the shelf, pulling down a beanie baby I hadn’t noticed since I originally placed it there. I patted it’s small head, setting it on top of the rest of my things in the already overflowing cardboard box. 

“Is that everything?” a calm voice sighed from the door. I looked up to see Mark leaning against the doorframe. A sad smile was painted on his handsome face. 

I nodded weakly as my eyes scanned the room one more time. “When is he going to get home?” 

“I’m not sure. Jackson took him to the studio a while ago,” Mark whispered. 

I leaned against the desk, suddenly feeling queasy. I couldn’t even begin to fathom what was happening. I never thought I would have to arrange a block of time when Youngjae, the man that I was so enamored with, wouldn’t be home, so I could capture all of the things I had left at his dorm. I planned on erasing myself from his life, scrubbing it clean. 

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Mark sighed. “I know I’ve tried to talk you out of it…but you know this is going to kill Youngjae.”

“It’s better to make a clean break now,” I nodded, trying to convince myself. “It will hurt him more when it happens later.”

“I know you get off on this whole martyr complex,” Mark grumbled. “But he’s an adult. Shouldn’t he make this decision for himself?” 

“It’s my decision too,” I whispered. “And I’ve decided that I’m too much of a distraction. I’m not going to have him get himself or the group in trouble anymore.”

Choi Youngjae was incredible. When he first confessed to me, I was over the moon. I couldn’t imagine being any more lucky than to have him actually love me. He was more than 100% devoted. I had heard people call him sunshine before, but I never knew until I was staring directly into the sun. He was like a human flower, full of innocence and wonder. He was amazed by me and I was even more captivated by him. 

He was tired a lot, but that was a given. He worked constantly and was always traveling. He pushed himself so hard that he got sick more often than most. In the free moments, he pushed himself even harder to be able to spend time with me. I saw how tired he was, how weak, but he never ceased to smile. 

When he missed a practice because he had fallen asleep on my couch, he was reprimanded. When he got caught by Dispatch coming to my apartment, the whole group was reprimanded. I realized he was suffering because of me, all of Got7 was. I had decided it was better if he focused on his career. Not on me. 

‘So there’s no way I can talk you out of this?” Mark croaked. 

“Take care of him Mark,” I nodded, feeling the tears begin to escape again. 

“Take care of who?” a familiar voice chuckled. I closed my eyes tightly, silently cursing that I hadn’t left earlier. 

“You,” I cried, grabbing at the box I had packed and holding it tightly in my arms. 

“What is this?” Youngjae asked, his normal smile falling. His eyebrows furrowed as he looked from me to the box. “What did I do wrong? I don’t understand.”

Youngjae stumbled over to me, ripping the box out of my hands and setting it down with shaky hands onto his desk. He picked up the small beanie baby otter I had placed on top and looked up at me hopelessly. “This is mine. Are we clear?”

His voice was full of emotion as he clutched onto the small plush. His eyes were glassed over. 

“Y-yes,” I stuttered. He strode past me, plopping onto his bed and letting out a small whimper. 

“You’re…leaving? Like for good?” He whispered. I looked up to Mark who looked almost as crushed as Youngjae. He pulled a tired hand through his hair and turned, stumbling back down the hall. I walked over to the door, shutting it quietly and leaning against it. I took a deep breath, trying to draw in energy to speak. 

“I’m leaving,” I said solidly. 

“What did I do wrong?” Youngjae repeated, shaking his head as he continued to clutch the otter plush. Tears fell slowly down his high cheekbones. I closed my eyes. I couldn’t watch him unravel. 

“You did nothing wrong Youngjae,” I whispered. 

I heard the springs of his mattress creak as he stood. In just a few short moments he crossed the space between us, pulling me into his arms. He rested his cheek on my forehead and took a deep breath in. “Then you shouldn’t be leaving.”

“It’s better if I do,” I said quietly, taking as many deep breaths in as possible. i wanted to keep his scent permanently in my nose. 

“How?” he whimpered. 

“I’ve gotten you in so much trouble Youngjae. I’ve caused you and the members so much harm,” I whispered. 

“That’s for me to decide,” he croaked, leaning back. “I love you, Y/N. You can’t leave.”

“Youngjae,” I said, wincing. 

“No,” he said, shaking his head. “I’m tired of people making decisions and deciding what’s best for me. I know what’s best for me and you’re it.”

“Youngjae,” I tried again, but he began to grumble. 

“I can’t believe you thought you could take otter and get away with it,” he hissed, leaning over and setting the plush on the desk. “I can’t believe you thought you could just leave and get away with it.”

I nodded, letting a sob rip through me as I watched the man I loved so much. He took me into his arms once again and began to pet my head. 

“Shhh,” he hummed. “If you cry like that, I’ll start crying.” 

I whimpered, trying to mask the noises into his sweater without getting it soaked. “I don’t want to leave.”

“No one’s making you silly woman,” Youngjae chuckled, kissing my hairline. 

“I want to protect you…I don’t want to be a burden anymore,” I cried. 

“I can protect myself,” Youngjae smiled. “I think you may be the one who needs to be protected.” 

Originally posted by jiminthebun

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Fandramon: More outing adventures with Elliot! This time I went to the city hall for work, then I took some photos afterwards.

Elliot: It’s not fair! How can you have all that water and a fancy fountain on display and then say you can’t go in it and swim or do anything? ;^;

Fandramon: Sorry, I don’t make the rules.

Elliot: At least I got to sit inside the sign, that was fun! :3

[[ Wish I took a few more pics with Elliot in them, it felt pretty tourist-y out there lol. Tomorrow I’ll post some photos we took inside city hall itself! ]]