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How Ren and Nora act when they’re alone.

I don’t know if someone has pointed this out yet, but have you noticed  how these two are when they are alone? We haven’t seen much of them when they’re not around others, but this is what I noticed from this tiny moment we had!

They show more openly their worry for each other.

 “I got you here, don’t i?” This honestly shows how strong their friendship is, how openly they can talk about their feelings in front of the other. They were also sharing cute little smiles and looks.

And oh don’t let me get started on how much ren changes he is the one who changes the most, in my opinion.

You can totally see how comfortable and relaxed he is arround Nora

Yeah, very funny”. He even jokes a little, and smiles more. 

My point is that, how ever you see it, platonic or in a romantic way, ren and Nora have a truly strong, caring and sweet relationship. 

This is my favorite picture of her. It took forever to get her to look up like that. She’s so gorgeous and wonderful. .2 seconds later, she was chasing a bird.

anonymous asked:

I just thought of another pokemon other than Typhlosion that would suit Katsuki: Arkanine!

Yes! but I’m so biased because he’s my favorite too hahaha

I actually named my Arcanine after Bakugou… aaand beat the water gym leader with him, we live up to the stubbornness.

Sandile/Krokorok/Krookodile is one of my favorites for Kirishima btw (despite the fact that it’s a ground type)

There’s honestly too many headcanons for anything pokémon-related but I’ll give you one: Tiny bakugou with his growlithe puppy… Who so happens to evolve really soon (because all he needs is a fire stone), so then it’s still small Bakugou with this giant floof of a dog and oh boy…

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working on a “Meet the Artist” thing and wow it’s been SO LONG since I’ve even attempted a background or anything of the sort :UUU

Also experimenting with colors too before I decide to actually finish it (and of course change the font….. not sure about putting my full neame out there too but uh…. yeh…. two of my fave outfits too :0

the day before their high school graduation, lucas and maya are laying in the bed of lucas’ pick-up truck. they’ve driven miles out of the city to find a hilltop where they can see everything in the sky. farkle and smackle had already left for early admissions to princeton, riley was closing at topanga’s that night, and zay was busy packing for his last summer in texas. maya was supposed to be finishing her portfolio so she could send it to the royal academy of arts for finalization. lucas was supposed to be at one of his last baseball practices so he could polish up his stats before he played in ball on a scholarship in college.

everyone was doing exactly as wanted, but everything felt broken. so, when lucas called maya and asked her to skip town for the night with him, she couldn’t resist. they had unfinished business, anyway. as they lay under the dark night sky, lucas was looking at maya more than he was the sky. “if i could paint like you could, i’d paint a picture of us in this exact moment. i’d freeze everything and stay here until i could perfect it. so i would never forget it.”

maya lifted her head to look at him, but she didn’t drop her head back down. she kept her eyes on the boy. “do you know my favorite thing about you? the absolute best thing about you?” she didn’t wait for him to respond, but she sat up completely. she shifted her weight, shuffling with one leg under her so she was sitting on her own calf. “you’ve never been able to hurt me. we’re sitting here and it’s our last night together for a really long time. i mean, we’ll have the summer, but we’ll never have anything like high school again. but, even though you know i’m leaving you in a few months, you’re still sitting here telling me how good i am at things. i can never replace you. no one in europe is going to put up with me like you do, or keep me as close as you do.”

lucas pulled his long legs close to his chest, wrapping his legs around his knees. “if i could go back in time, i would’ve stopped you from saying who my choice was when you were all covered in paint. because you didn’t know. i finally knew, but i still didn’t get a choice. i’ve wanted to be with you since freshmen year, maya. you’re leaving, but my feelings for you aren’t going with you. we have approximately 84 days until you leave, but my feelings are gonna stay right here in new york.”

maya suddenly felt like she couldn’t breathe. she everything came crashing down at once and it all hurt. “can you take me home? we have to be up early to rehearse for graduation anyway.”

lucas scrunched his face up, a bad taste in his mouth. “maya, wh–” but she cut him off before he could get another thought out by jumping out of the bed of the truck and getting into the passenger seat. they sat in silence the whole way home.

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graduation went on as planned, then the whole group hung out all summer long. maya made sure she was never alone with lucas and lucas picked up on it quickly. 

lucas was moving into his dorm before maya left for europe, but when the group was helping him move into his room, she was nowhere to be found. after he was moved in and everyone had gone home, lucas decided to lay down for a while. he was stalking all of maya’s social media, but he knew she wouldn’t post anything. she was never on her phone. she always said it wasn’t as good as the real connection you could make. just as he’d locked his phone screen, he heard a knock at his door. when he opened it, maya appeared with her hair in space buns and with a canvas behind her back.

she stepped in before he could stop her–not that he would have. he was just surprised to see her at all. “hi, i’m maya. you’re really cute. we should’ve hung out more. you make me happy.” she paused, swallowing hard. “i didn’t pay enough attention to you. it’s me, not you.” she grasped his hand, rubbing her thumb over his palm. “we can still be friends.” stepping forward, she stood on her tip toes, leaning towards his face. “not really.” maya kissed lucas gently on the lips, dropping his hand to grasp at the back of his neck. once she backed down, she finally stopped talking so fast and let him get a word out.

“i thought you weren’t coming, to be honest.” he muttered, licking his lips. he looked behind the girl for a moment, seeing the empty side of his room where zay hadn’t moved in yet. 

“i was up all night. i got inspired to create something. i fell asleep around eight in the morning and i overslept since my phone was on silent. but i think i can make up for it.” maya scrunched her face up a little, her nose crinkling for a moment. she flipped the painting she had in her hands around, handing it off to lucas. what he saw was a painting of the night sky with lucas’s truck down on the bottom right corner. in the bed of the truck, lucas and maya were laying next to each other and maya was pointing towards the sky above exactly as she was doing before everything went to shit the night he said how he felt. in the constellations, there was an outline of maya grasping at lucas’s shirt like she’d done years before. each time, lucas had hoped maya would just break the tension and kiss him, but she never did. “i remember that night you said you would paint a picture of that exact moment if you could, then i realized that i could. i want you to keep that photo and remember me with it. i have an exact duplicate of it and i’m going to keep it in my dorm room. whenever you see that painting, you can think of me. and whenever you see the moon, know i’m five hours ahead thinking about the next time i get to see my muse again.” 

lucas’s face broke into a smile and he wrapped his arms around her tiny waist. “i’m going to miss you constantly, cluckerbucket. you’re always going to be the one i chose. even if you didn’t let me choose you until now. we can make this work. i’m all in.”

maya nodded her head as he put her back down. her face felt hot, but she didn’t want to run away anymore. “i’m all in, lucas. i’ll still be all in when i’m 3,000 miles from you.”

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WHEW! I’m finally done with my Lapis Lazuli art! Practicing my mixed media skills.

Here’s the finished product of the WIP I posted yesterday!

Lapis is such a pretty gem! I love her!

jinyoung’s level of dedication for the fans tho??? he probably prepared his speeches for the american fanmeets for so long and practiced so hard, i mean it doesn’t sound rehearsed at all and he even changed it up so that it wouldn’t be the same each time… and he did all of it for us, so that we could understand him better

wow, if that doesn’t speak volumes for how much we mean to him 🗣🗣🗣

Political Animals-Part 1

This is an A/B/O AU.  You are the Omega artist daughter of Naomi Novak, a world-class heart surgeon who is running  for Mayor of New York City.  After a meeting where your mother’s advisors call you a “liability”, she tells you that if you don’t do as your told she will cut you off.  You storm out and wind up in a bar a few blocks away. 

 The hottest Alpha you have EVER laid eyes on with a scent so mouthwatering you’re practically drooling sits down next to you and offers to buy you a drink.  It’s just a drink, right? What do you have to lose? Only everything.

Characters: Omega! Reader, Beta! Naomi Novak, Alpha! Castiel Novak, Omega! Meg Novak, Claire Novak, Jimmy Novak, Alpha! Sam Winchester, Beta! Dean Winchester, Alpha! John Winchester

A/N: So I read this post from @moansmisha , and I started thinking about how I could put my own spin on this. She was kind enough to give me permission to use any ideas from that post.  And so this was born. If you want to be tagged let me know :)

When my mother told me two years ago she was considering running for office I just knew this would somehow come back to bite me in the ass.  I thought maybe she would run for City Council or the Parks Department or something like that.  But no.  Not my mother. Not Harvard educated, top of her class, excels-at everything-she-does, overachiever Naomi Novak. 

She’s running for Mayor.  Of New York-freaking City.   As if being one of the top heart surgeons in the world wasn’t enough?  But nothing was ever enough for her.  We were so different that when I was younger I was convinced I was adopted.  My brother Cas is just like her: brilliant, driven, successful, but with enough of my Dad in him that he is also kind, compassionate and caring.

Cas is a physician like my Mom, a pediatrician.  He is married to a wonderful Omega named Meg and has two beautiful kids, Claire and Jimmy.  In my Mom’s eyes he is the perfect son.  She gets along with Cas because he reminds her of her.

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longmayshereign-cersei  asked:

Jaime, her own reflection, Casterly Rock.

let’s play “bed, wed, behead”.
accepting | @longmayshereign-cersei

Bed: Jaime

wed: Her Own Relfection (  *side eyes @cerseilionesslannister* ;D )

Behead: Casterly Rock ( which won’t happen cuz naw)

anonymous asked:

💚Morro for the weird headcanon thing.💚

  • What they smell like: Stale perspiration.
  • How they sleep (sleeping position, schedule, etc): It’s very easy for him to become cold at night, so it’s practically a need for him to curl up in the covers to preserve the warmth at night. However, with this common position, he has a rather extreme case of insomnia, and will occasionally be haunted by nightmares of his past encounters. As for how many hours he sleep: from 8:30 p.m. to 5:00 a.m.
  • What music they enjoy: While he does greatly enjoy rock and traditional Asian music, he just likes to wing it and listen to whatever is good. He barely cares for the genre, just that it’s worthy enough for his ears.
  • How much time they spend getting ready every morning: It actually doesn’t take long, as he’s very impressive at multitasking. It takes about 3-7 minutes to get dressed (sometimes he’ll wear the shirt he slept in too), less than 5 minutes to brush his hair/teeth, and the rest is how much time he has left to do other things.
  • Their favorite thing to collect: He oddly, has a fascination with different types of flowers, and secretly flattens some that he finds and keeps them in a small book. He’s too cool to admit that, however, he’s not afraid to admit his favorite flower is a dahlia.
  • Left or right-handed: Right-handed. He writes very sloppily with his left hand, to the point where it’s hard for people to understand. So, he’ll often write with his left hand when he wants to roast someone.
  • Religion (if any): I mostly headcanon him as having no specific religion at all, as in the stories that I write, religion isn’t actually a big deal. (But I still love reading what other people headcanon them as, I respect it fully <3)
  • Favorite sport: Ping-pong/table tennis.
  • Favorite touristy thing to do when traveling (museums, local food, sightseeing, etc): Try to learn new things about the area he’s in (traditions/history/etc.) while also just being bored and waiting to go home.
  • Favorite kind of weather: If it doesn’t try to test his place as the Master of Wind, it won’t really cross his mind.
  • A weird/obscure fear they have: Fire. This is due to the basic affects fire has on the human body that was the cause of his death. This is also a main reason why he and Kai do not get along, it’s because Morro secretly is genuinely scared of the fate he faced in the Caves of Despair. Also elevators.
  • The carnival/arcade game they always win without fail: Literally any fighting games (like Mortal Kombat). He just needs to get a basic understanding of his character and the opponent moves, then he’ll mentally devise a plan to win the round.
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Finished my first taako animation with my toonboom harmony rig ! Colors and designs are so simple but it moves alright ! im hoping to refine it further but it was a good first test run with one of my fav taako lines.  The goal is eventually to do at least one of each main since i do so love them all. 

Holy style inconsiscencies, Batman! I got stuck at at the station for an hour today without any drawing materials on me, so I nipped into WHSmiths to get myself a cheap-ass sketch pad and a mechanical pencil and hi-ho, Silver, away! 

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Noct’s interaction with animals is what i live for (´▽`ʃƪ)