probably even better

Aw man, I had a great fic idea last night when I was falling asleep and I was like “ooh yeah I’m totally going to write that” but I cannot remember at all what it was.

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15.06.17 ~ 30°C ☀️ 

 Hey, I’m back! 

Finals are officially over!! These are all the flashcards I used to prepare for exams throughout the semester. I’m so glad school is over lol. Even though I still have no idea what to do with my life (career wise), I’m excited to see what the next school year brings. Senior year here I come~

🎧 There’s nothing holdin’ me back- Shawn Mendes

Done… FINALLY … I don’t have to stare at this anymore… ohwait this is my business card design for the upcoming convention.. nvm….  눈‸눈

as I’ve been gently descending into real hockey hell lately, I came across the anecdote that a certain famous rl candian hockey forward used to go to local pick up games, but he was so good that they made him play goalie so that the opposing team would have a chance.

when you combine this with my headcanon (for my bitty-navigates-his-early-20′s fic that i may or may not ever write) that bitty joins a local beer league after he moves to Providence….you get…

Bitty is thrilled when he discovers a local rec league in Providence. He’s missed being out on the ice and it sounds like a great way to make some friends. Even better, there’s no checking allowed. He signs up right away.

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leos-pineapple  asked:

May I request MC 1 with wavy hair kissing Yoosungs damaged eye. (When its closed of course.) Only if you have the time! Have a wonderful day or night <3

eye kissing yoosung for all of your eye kissing yoosung needs winks (also sorry for the long wait;; I wasn’t able to get on the tablet, so I hope my messy sketches can suffice ;v;)

Headcanon

Headcanon that, years after the Civil War, the ex-Avengers are brought back for one reason or another. But their status has changed. Steve isn’t in charge anymore, none of them are, and they struggle to find their place in this new order of things, with teammates who treat them with varying degrees of hostility. 

They demand to see Tony when things first start not to go their way, and are told in no uncertain terms by a very unimpressed Peter and Kamala that he’s got much better things to do than to cater to their every whim. 

Then comes the first day they have to put in an apparition together, just the old team, to show a united front even though they’ve barely had a glimpse of Tony since their return, and they certainly haven’t forgiven him either. It’s a public thing, something for the general masses. And they think that they’ll be fine, at least the public will be on their side. 

Except their reception is lukewarm at best. 

But when Tony comes in… When he walks onto the stage, wearing a fantastic black suit and a crimson tie… 

The crowd goes wild. They rise, and they scream his name, a chant almost. But it’s not “Iron Man” they chant, no. 

It’s “Tony.” 

Because it’s Tony who stood up for the people. It’s Tony who fought and almost died to protect their interests. It’s Tony who signed first when told they didn’t feel safe anymore. 

And they love him for it. 

Assault

Requested: Hi, can you do a imagine that y/n’s assaulted and Shawn comforts and helps her? I understand if isn’t possible! Thank you, have a good day (sorry for my bad English, isn’t my first language) ❤️

Thanks for the request! You don’t have to apologize for your English! It’s great for English being your second language. Hope you enjoy this! Sorry that its short and a little different than you were probably expecting, I’m pretty happy with how it turned out though and I hope you are too :) 

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Shawn’s hand on your waist makes you involuntarily jerk away from him as your heart starts pounding with panic before you can even process that it is just Shawn, and nothing to be afraid of. “Shit, I’m sorry,” He immediately says as he removes his hand from your waist and runs it through his hair instead.

“No, I’m sorry,” You respond quietly, shaking your head, just trying to get all the bad stuff out, just trying to forget it all.

“Can I,” he hesitates for a second as though he isn’t sure if he wants to even ask or not before continuing, “Can I hold your hand?” His eyes are wide with concern and worry. It is a simple request for something he shouldn’t even have to think twice about just doing.

The self-hatred has already started eating you alive. Why did you let it happen? How did you let it happen? You wish you could have done something to prevent it. You wish you hadn’t gone out that night at all. Now your own boyfriend has to ask before he can hold your hand because if not you’ll literally freak out on him, even if you don’t mean to and even though you wish you didn’t. He’s still getting used to that too. He’s not used to having to ask permission for something as simple as holding your hand, or touching your waist when he comes up to you. That used to be something that was so natural, something neither of you ever thought twice about, but now he has to, and you have to hype yourself up just to let him touch you. You have to constantly remind yourself that Shawn would never hurt you.

You nod in response to his question, and he slowly intertwines his fingers with yours, carefully watching your eyes the entire time, making sure you’re not feeling triggered at all. “Sit down with me?” He questions, and you nod, following him to the couch. Once you’re both seated, he starts talking, “Baby, I know I can’t change what happened, and I can’t force you to feel better. I’m not trying to do that, I know you need time to heal, but I just want you to know that I love you. I want you to know that it’s not your fault. None of what happened was your fault, okay?” He says, trying to make sure you understand. He’s already told you this, so many times, but yet, you still find it hard to believe. You just nod in response. You want to believe him, you do, but it’s hard to get out of your head, to not think about the past.

He doesn’t try to pull you any closer to himself, even though he’s a very touchy person, well at least he used to be. He used to always need to touch you, always pulling you down into his lap when he sat down somewhere, always resting his hand on your hip, or throwing it over your shoulder. Now, he wants to touch you, to hold you close, to keep you safe, but he doesn’t.

“I love you.” He says, and even though you know he means it, his voice is full of hurt. Hurt because of what happened to you. Hurt because he feels responsible, even though there was nothing he could have done because he wasn’t even with you when it happened. But most of all, hurt because he knows you’re a different person now, and neither of you are sure you’ll ever be able to find your way back.

i think everyone eventually has that one super special person they lost @ some point in their life that they would literally just??? give anything to talk to again and have things be like they used to be. and u wonder how they are and what they’re doing and hope they’re doing so good bc u want nothing but happiness for them and you’ll always miss them