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mushi0131  asked:

What FT couple (in your opinion) do you think would be the most okay with public displays of affection? :) Also, hello!

I think this would be a tie between NaLu and Gruvia. Simply because of Natsu and Juvia’s personalities. 

Natsu doesn’t give a shit about what other people think and wouldn’t think twice about showing Lucy affection. He’d initiate tongues and all kisses, bear hugs and keeps an arm slung over Lucy’s shoulders whenever she lets him get away with it. If anyone had a problem he’d start a fight over it. 

And Juvia loves to dote on Gray (and he laps up the attention, but is too cool for school to show it). I can see him blushing over the simple touches, Juvia bringing his lunch to the guild, patching up his clothes, and kissing his cheek whenever the opportunity rises. The small things affect Gray the most. 

I see Natsu and Gray ribbing each other all the time over the PDA

Gray telling Natsu to “keep his hands to himself and get a room”

Natsu mimicking Gray getting flustered and ends up with a fist to the face “WTF Snowflake!” 

Originally posted by pushforwardd

Tbh when Lapis was stuck on Earth in same old world I kinda hoped that at the end of the episode Steven will just… Let her go? Yknow, let her travel around the world, meet new people, discover more about the beauty of Earth… And she’d like send postcards with photos of where’s she been, or people she met, maybe we’d get an episode showing her adventures in different countries/on different continents… And she shows up for a big battle or if someone needs a transport or smth… Anything would be better than barning her.


Re-watching this deleted scene strikes me differently now that I know the truth. I wish they had left it in, because it gave us a little more insight to how Mona was watching Charlotte during those five years and was really trying to get to the bottom of whether or not she’d gotten better. 

anonymous asked:

For Hiji, Harada, and Heisuke (lol that's a lot of H's) what would you do if Chizuru got drunk?

“Take her home,” says Hijikata. “Unless she’s already home. In which case, scold her for drinking the Shinsengumi’s sake, and put her to bed before she can do worse to herself.”

Harada winces. “Same,” he says. “But minus the scolding. And I’d help nurse her hangover the next day, too, if she had one.”

Heisuke nods. “I’d just do my best to get her to stop,” he says. “I don’t think I’d know what to do by myself, so I’d probably get you to help, Sano-san. But forget Shinpatsu-san; he’d just make it weird,” he adds. “We’ll just let him drink the rest of her sake while we walk her out, or something.”

anonymous asked:

Kuniochi Cubed summertime beach fun time plssssss!!!!!!

(a/n) this is so gonna be fun! i love ma girls and i love the beach so good combo! ❤🌴🐙🐚🐠🍦⛱

For the past several summers or so of April’s short life she had spent douping the following: running from aliens in space, trying to hunt mutants, learning to weild weapons, how to kill, how to hurt , losing people, finding people and going so fast she barely had a second to process it all and realize how insane everything was- so otherworldly and bizzare. When she was a kid, she and her dad would drive to the farmhouse, go fishing like real humans normally do, and she’d get a terrible sunburn, couldn’t move right for a week- but it was normal and it was easy and comfortable and familiar.

Now the idea of moving so slow and comprehending the motions of predictable life was so far removed from April’s mind, she almost didn’t want to remember how it felt. Being normal. Because now she’s grown into a new kind of thing, a skin she fits easy in, a method of living that sends her heart racing and soaring and she’s feeling it even if said feeling comes more like after images and blurs of brilliant lights and colors.

April knows it’s her last real summer of being insanely free and a little too reckless. College is in the fall, and April is forced to flutter back down to earth again, readjust again, connect with life (but, like, how can you when you’ve seen worlds far greater than your own, when you’ve felt that power through your veins, and conquered the galaxy ten times over) and be one with…reality?

But that was for the fall, when this heat dies down and she can think a little straighter, breathe easier. For now, in midsummer, all she wants to do is give everything she has and get full from love and excitement and other wonderful things.

She calls Karai, she calls Shini, she finds a beach and a motel and a hella good bathing suit, and finds her heart filling, and that warmth blossoms every mile they get further from New York and closer to Florida.

Turns out Shinigami adores french fries in her apple pies and milkshakes as much as April does, and they pass around the swirly striped straw till there’s nothing left but the pineapple taste on their lips, and the salt of french fries.




Karai has never been fishing. Or swimming at the beach. Or canoeing or surfing or sunbathing or any of the things April talks about the whole way down, in a voice so free flowing and loud, the wind whipping her hair across her face.

“Okay, first of all, I totally knew Shredder was a dick-” she says and Karai and Shini hum in total agreement because, yeah, in simpler terms (besides abusive, a maniac, power hungry, a narcissistic loser and worst dad of the year since the 90’s) he was, and April takes her feet from the dashboard, “But he is a whole nother level of jackass if he actually didn’t let you go to the beach- once .”

And Karai simply nods, leaning back from the steering wheel, “O'neil, I had a strict routine, a tight schedule. You think vacation was in the regiments?” she smirks, remembering being too young and naive enough to never realize how awful it was, content with now and the nice view of the shoreline, and the sound of Shini’s gameboy behind her.

April seems to take it in, probably thinking back on her life, and overthinking, in fact. She tended to always overthink. And being around her younger brother, Karai figures, doesn’t help. But that’s what made them, them, and Karai is learning how to work with the little things.

“Oh…” April says finally, once it registers that dads can suck really bad but that life, inevitably moves on (and sometimes thankfully so), and draws her knees up, “How ‘bout you Shini? Ever been?”

Shini perks, and lets her gameboy fall lazily to the side, grinning, “Oh, yes! I went to a rocky beach and a storm was just clearing if I remember it right- Île d'Oléron, it was called, I think,” says Shini like she doesn’t remember it vividly, even though, of course, she did, “Anyway, I was sent to assassinate an old mercenary who’d double crossed the clan. Unfortunately, I had to pretend to enjoy his company on the beach for several hours before I could kill him. Stupid boys, right? He’s dead now, anyway.”

She shrugs and gets back to level seven of pac-man.

Karai snorts from the driver’s seat as April starts to double over.




Lying on the sand, after all their towels are laid out and the sun is still high behind puffy white clouds, Shini plays her games and reads her books, watching Karai and April attempt to surf behind cat-eyed sunglasses. And when they come back with sand in their hair and big, stupid oh hi, babe, we didn’t almost just die but kinda did and it was awesome don’t be mad! Shini, who obviously is not mad, lets them plop beside her, keeping her cool with wet skin across her lap.




In the motel they take a bath, watch Little Mermaid and Lilo and Stitch and Ponyo in their own perspective pajamas and bathrobes and boxers, and slow it down just a little.

Enough to let this moment soak in.

anonymous asked:

so the reader is the drummer of mcr and as a female, she'd get her period and whenever they are on tour and that time of the month comes, she'd be really open about it and the guys would be cool with it and bring her snacks and chocolate and frank would totally insist to cuddle her and he would just be really cute and AW

this is the only period related headcanon i like

frank would also suggest to give you back massages and you’d be so grateful for his existence tbh

New fluffy Fitzsimmons fic

For the Fitzsimmons Fanfic Contest” Angst VS Fluff organized by @fitzsimmonsforlife​.

[My angsty submission was posted yesterday]

If it ain’t broke…

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angelblack3  asked:

you seem to be focused on your taemin han au which is fabulous because i love this doggo son he's adorable. but omg i would DIE for your mint eye flipped au where the only 'good' characters are mc, rika and saeran that would be AMAZING.

yeah but … do u really wanna see that level of angst :D

((thank you so much btw)) ♥

  • Me: sees queen Elizabeth is trending
  • Me: hasn't had an emergency news alert from the BBC
  • Me: is confused

finally had some time to play Awakening so doodled my two favorites: Grumpy Thief Boy and Perky Dead Girl

My boyfriend told me over text that he didn't know the Minotaur story
  • Boyfriend: I... I don't even know the story that well babe, I can't even say xD
  • Me: Okay so
  • Me: Poseidon gives a bull to King Minos, the best and shiniest bull you ever saw, and he's like "You can have this, but only if you promise to sacrifice it to me later" and Minos is like "Sure yeah okay man whatever" so Poseidon sends this bestest bull ever galloping up out of the salty sea spray, and everyone standing around is like "Hot fuck look at that bull" And Minos agrees, and he likes the bull SO much he decides to just quietly sort of...keep it. And he does kill a bull for Poseidon but it's one of his own, lame normal bulls, and Poseidon's no pushover so of course he notices.
  • Me: Poseidon is also notoriously easily angered, and he's royal pissed about this, so he comes up with one of the most devious punishments ever, and he infects Minos' wife Pasiphae with a desperate, DESPERATE thirst for the bull. Like she can think of nothing but getting some of that hot Bull D.
  • Boyfriend: ..........Thefuck.
  • Me: But it's hard to convince a bull, especially a divinely spawned bull, to fuck you if you are in fact not a cow but a human queen, so she comes up with a plan
  • Boyfriend: I thought some god comes down in bull form and fucks her??
  • Me: Ohh, no no no, that's the much much more tame story of Europa, who has sex with Zeus in bull form. This is different
  • Me: She goes to the best inventor she knows, Daedalus, and she's like "I need this bull to fuck me I NEED IT" and Daedalus is like "That's really weird maybe you should talk to someone" and she's like "I am talking to you and I am your queen so you better fucking make this happen for me I am going to peel my own skin off if I don't get some bull dick ASAP. But he doesn't want me because I am not fat, four-legged, and mooing."
  • Boyfriend: Oh..... oh no.
  • Me: So Daedalus shrugs, probably shudders a little, and builds the prettiest, most fuckable wooden cow a bull ever saw, but he makes it hollow, presumably with some openings in some awkward places.
  • Boyfriend: OH GOD. NO.
  • Me: So Pasiphae puts this monstrosity in the field with the bull, climbs in it, and waits. And Daedalus really is a skilled inventor, and he apparently knows what a bull likes, because Pasiphae finally gets the hot bull loving she's been dreaming of
  • Boyfriend: I........ I need an aspirin. That is disgusting.
  • Me: Only she apparently hasn't been tracking her cycles, because she gets pregnant, and births the minotaur and King Minos is like "What the fuck?" and Pasiphae is like "Honey I need to tell you something"
  • Me: And that is how it happened
  • Boyfriend: That is NOT HOW THAT WORKS
  • Me: Welcome to Mythology.

so i might’ve been watching stardust and i might’ve gotten soppy about vanessa and usnavi so… have a vansnavi stardust au

It's not wise to be rude to your ride to the airport.

This was around Thanksgiving 2015.

My family gets together at a rural-ish cabin. I had agreed to give my younger sister a ride to the airport on Sunday, since she was on a short break from college. and had important classes and tests to get back to after Thanksgiving. I’d also agreed to lock up the cabin for my parents, since they had to leave on Saturday to get back to pressing work matters.

During the post-dinner bullshitting on Thanksgiving, my sister decided to give me sh*t about the bad couple months I’d had. A long-term girlfriend of mine and I had broken up and the company I worked for folded. This went beyond normal sibling sh*t-flinging, including her saying something to the effect of “Who’d date or hire a worthless failure loser like you anyway, b*tch? Your girlfriend was probably f*cking your boss and dumped you both when she learned you were both failures.”

She was called out on her crude remarks by several family members, but refused to apologize. I seemingly let it slide. I had plenty of emergency funds, had a few job prospects lined up (was hired shortly after and got a nice salary bump, actually) and was okay with being single. Her vehemence was out of left field though, and uncalled for.

Sunday morning, I waited for her in the kitchen with a bottle of Jack Daniels.

“Hey, Heather.” I said when she entered the kitchen. “Wanna apologize for your sh*tty comments the other night?”

she laughed. “About your being a d*ckless failure? Nope. Now let’s get going I have a flight to catch.”

“Fair enough!” I responded, and poured myself a double, then knocked it back.

“What the f*ck are you doing?” she screamed. “*I have a plane to catch!”

“You sure do!” I responded, cheerfully. I paused, and repeated the pour-and-slam. “Well, f*ck, it looks like I’ve had too much to drink to drive! I guess we’ll have to wait until you’re f*cking civil, won’t we?”

She pulled put her phone and screwed with it for a few seconds before I said: “There aren’t any cab companies or ubers around here. I’m your only ride. So you can apologize for being a b*tch, or you can miss your flight.”

“F*ck you!”

I grinned and took another shot.

In short: I got absolutely sh*tfaced, she missed her flight, missed some tests, and her GPA plummeted. It was f*cking hilarious.