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Ok so I have had this AU idea of like…. grumpy hermit gay mess Hanzo who basically looks like his hair is the pelt fur from his lone wolf skin because he could not care any less of how he looks, and he is that one neighbor who’s an asshole and never says hi or anything and lets his hellhound of a pomeranian go to other people’s yards and destroy them or shit on them.

He probably works from home and avoids all human contact that’s not necessary, except Genji because he is his lil bro! he only goes out when grocery shopping or to pay bills or hit the gym (look at those guns and pecs )

This Hanzo also sports the piercings he has in the winter comic and more less dresses up with the same style of clothes?? when he goes out that is, most of the time he just wears tshirts and sweatpants.

This becomes a McHanzo AU when Jesse moves in next door and finds Hanzo’s dog digging a hole on his lawn and decides to take it back to its owner and when Hanzo sees him he just “???????????? wow im gay af ??????????” 

Basically this AU is Hanzo being the one smitten by McCree and trying to get close to him but being too socially awkward to do it properly and having like bad timings and freaking out and going back inside his house whenever he feels he has fucked up to which Jesse is oblivious and just thinks Hanzo is an interesting guy. 

Hanzo tries to make it clear how gay he is without saying it by always using his Im gay mug that Genji gave to him as a joke…..just…boy….pls….Genji teases him to no end and as a way to encourage him, Genji says he will go after Jesse if Hanzo doesnt do anything about it which Hanzo is very aware could happen in the blink of an eye knowing how efficient his lil bro is when it comes to flirting with people, the guy has some unreal skills for dating.

but yeah thats all I got….. basically this is me wanting more McHanzo from Hanzo´s point of view, and having him less…uhh…far away and mysterious about his feelings? I want him being an awkward mess.

okay thats all Im sorry.

Bonus:

Reasons to be happy today:

  • Bruce is so used to Damian playing his violin in the background that it’s become part of his work environment. The music helps him concentrate, so he plays recordings in the cave sometimes. Damian noticed. He’s very pleased.
  • Ever since the resurrection, Bruce has gotten into the habit of ruffling Damian’s hair every time he walks past him. (Todd says he’s checking to make sure Damian is still there. Todd would also like to submit that no, Bruce does not do that to him. But he doesn’t care. At all.) Damian has declared this behavior “acceptable.”
  • Sometimes Bruce wonders how all his kids immediately know when he’s struggling, but it turns out that it’s Damian. Damian sends out something close to a status report every morning– specifically to Drake, when he’s not at the house himself. Pretty much the one thing they agree on is that somebody’s gotta look after Bruce. They’re willing to cooperate to do it.
  • Bruce can literally lift Damian in the air with one hand? He’s really, really small. And Bruce knows it annoys Damian when he can’t see what’s going on (often), so sometimes he just… lifts Damian on top of things. 
  • *goes into the cave* *sets Damian on the lab table* 
  • *goes to the GCPD* *sets Damian on Jim’s desk*
  • *goes outside* *sets Damian in a tree*
  • It’s not like Damian needs help getting to high spaces– he can climb just fine by himself?– but Bruce pretty much does it automatically at this point, so there’s no use fighting it now. Whatever. It’s really nice alright.
  • But anyone that comments gets the death glare to end all death glares.

Who has two thumbs and spent way more time drawing her favorite radio host than she should have???

THIS GAL! 


Anyway, I’m still completely and utterly obsessed with Night Vale, and so I was planning to do another otp drawing, but decided I needed to draw the two of them separately first to figure them out before I went and tried to do them together! I’m really happy with how Cecil’s arm came out (the blown up version obviously :D). Like it legit is cool enough that I might even use it as a tattoo someday! 

{Also I just didn’t feel like doing hands so that’s why he has ovenmitts XD}

@howtotrainyournana @llyrica @namesarehardforme @crossroadsdimension

i’m the last person to complain abt sabo’s adult design bC i’m v happy with it and i love his scar and ridiculous wavy hair to death BUT if there’s one thing i’m sad abt oda not keeping from when he was lil it’s his cute pointy-up nose???

like it’s noticeably different from baby ace and luffy’s noses sO….. 

WHERE did the cute pointy-up nose go oda how could you take this from me????

ATTENTION NEW MINGHAO/THE8 STANS

please make sure that you actually stan out lovely boy who works so hard!!! please don’t say you bias him now because you only like his new hair because:
1. THATS NOT COOL!
2. WHY DONT YOU ACTUALLY APPRECIATE HIS TALENTS AND NOW HOW HE LOOKS
3. if you want to stan him and his new hair you need to also stan his rainbow and ramen hair!!! thank you carats

idk

There’s a time of night when Erwin knows the work is over. The moon flies too high to see and makes the hours blur. Levi rubs at his face and shakes his head, black hairs catching blue in the light of the candles and stars. They spend more time watching each other than their work, and when the fifth meeting of eyes in so many minutes makes Levi break into something close to a giggle, Erwin knows it’s time to call it quits.

“Want to go running in the morning?” Erwin asks as Levi stands to leave.

There’s a lack of equilibrium when he moves, something he means to correct before they set off for Shiganshina. Levi consistently jogs at his right side now and Erwin feels him there like a phantom limb regrown, a counterbalance.

“I’m meeting with Historia,” Levi says. “She wants to start bringing up kids from the underground.”

Erwin smiles. He knows what this means to Levi. “That’s good news.”

“But if you can wait, it shouldn’t take long. I’m gonna tell her about documentation and shit the kids need. Then I’m all yours.”

Levi pauses when the words come out, and his gaze skitters away. 

Erwin knows why. He denied it for years, but he knows. In the late hours, when he’s sedated by the comfort of Levi’s presence, he lets himself wish they could have this.

He watches Levi gather his things from the side of his desk with fitful fingers. In the busy daylight he’d never think of taking Levi’s hand, to reassure him. It crosses his mind now, a fancy passing quicker than a night of sleep.

“Take your time tomorrow,” Erwin says. “The meeting is more important.”

Levi looks up and considers him for a moment. He smiles, a soft flicker in the candlelight.

“What is it?” Erwin asks.

“It’s stupid.”

Levi folds his papers into his crossed arms and leans a hip against Erwin’s desk. He glances down at the space by Erwin’s hand, a smile still visible when the shadows grant Erwin the sight.

“Just thinking about those kids. Probably’ve never seen the sun properly.” He fiddles with the edge of one of his papers, lets it wobble under his fingertip. “I’d probably still be down there if it wasn’t for you.”

Erwin frowns.

“Give yourself some credit, Levi.” A memory stirs, and he nearly smiles. “You managed to steal gear right from under our noses. You could’ve managed to escape.”

Levi huffs a laugh through his nose. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. I’m glad it happened, however it did.”

“I am, too. If I didn’t have you I’d–”

Levi meets his eyes so suddenly it stops Erwin’s breath, the way his mouth goes just slack enough for it to be noticeable. Erwin swallows, the click loud in his ears.

He thinks of the man he met, with sharpness in his voice and his hands and his eyes. Sometimes he can’t reconcile that angry force with the man standing at his side.

Levi’s gaze falls and his mouth quirks. “You’d probably get more work done without someone nagging at you all the time.”

You’re the only relief I get, Erwin thinks, too tired to stop the thought.

Levi pushes off the desk and goes around the back of Erwin’s chair. He touches Erwin’s chest to make him look up at him, a moment too lingering for a friendly pat. 

“Get some sleep,” Levi says. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Wait for me?”

“Alright,” Erwin says, and swallows again.

Erwin watches him go and raises his remaining fingers to his chest, pressing his fingertips to the warm spot Levi left against his heart.

“I’ll wait for you, Levi,” he says when the door clicks.

you know how i want the fnaf movie to open?

i want the song cherry pie to be playing as you see a figure lying in bed, just waking up at 11 PM. at first you think it’s a female, because of the long 90′s hair, but no. up wakes the tired, unhappy (male) security guard mike schmidt, who will never be used to his new sleep/work schedule.

cherry pie playing at full volume as this guy is getting ready for work (”looks so good, bring a tear to your eye” as you get a shot of mike in the mirror with tangled hair and bags under his eyes) and driving up in his probably really old and barely-working car.

this movie is supposed to be “weirdly adorable” right? well i want it to be weirdly funny.

We Sway

He ran his fingers through his hair and tugged while trying to block her out.
“ I mean how can you do this to me. You literally got a FUCKING. HARD. ON. doing a rumba with her. Why didn’t you just mount her right there on stage.” Peta screamed at him in one of the rehearsal rooms.

“ I am sorry. I didn’t mean for it to happen.” He sighed while rubbing a his tired eyes.

“Thats your big excuse? I have been trying so hard to make this work and that bitch keeps getting between us.” Peta said harshly causing Maks to jump to his feet.

“Dont fucking call her that. Yell at me all you want but Meryl did absolutely nothing too you so watch your mouth.” He snapped causing Peta to recoile back and gasp. “Why are you defending her over me?” She whined with ushed tears. ‘Fucking great’ Maks thought. But he wasnt caving. She crossed the line.

“Why are you attacking her?” He shot back.

“Because of what happened. She embarrassed you in front of everyone and you dont even care.” Peta tried to justify.

“What happened out there was not Meryls fault. It was mine. I got lossed in the moment and I apologized. Let it go.” Maks sighed ready to be done with this night.

“ NO! I won’t le…”

“Dam it Peta shut the fuck up for five fucking minutes!” Maks screamed cutting her off. Storming over to the door Maks flung it opened and stomped out. He rushed past the many cast members that most likely heard everything. He just needed to get away from everyone. He needed to breath.
So caught up with his escape, Maks failed to notice the small figure in the corner watching everything.
He continued with his rage through the costume room, up the stairs, and all the way to his destination. The desserted balcony. It was the only balcony they wern’t allowed to seat guest in due to safety precautions. They stored stuff up here when needed but No one really ever came up here otherwise . Except her. She always came with him when he needed to breath. A gentle smile lit his face as he remembered when they would bring there lunches up here. They always sat in row 8 so Meryl could watch the dancers practice as they fed eachother. He loved watching her face as she took everything in. She was like a small child…so enraptured and curious.
They napped in row 3 because the arm rests were all broken. He always lied down first. She always followed.
They danced and played in row 1 because there was so much room. He would chase her as she hopped over broken seats and she would climb all over him as he tried to sleep.
He made love to her in rows 8, 9, and 10. Because he could never get enough of her.
Maks was brought out of his nostalgia by a door slowly closing. Spinning around he came face to face with his muse.

“Hi” she whispered as she slowly walked towards him.

“Hey…” Maks whispered back. “Did you need something…” he trailed off. Trying to look like he had some dignity left.

“Yes.” The petite brunette said matter of factly. Surprising the tall Ukrainian.

“Oh…” he mumbled. “…well whatever it is Ill do whatever I can. Is it dancing…are you having trouble? your costumes? are you hurt? was it Artem ? Ill talk to him” Maks questioned in panic mode.

“No Maks, it’s you.” She said quietly, causing all the blood to drain from his face.

“Baby whatever I did I am so sorry. Just tell me how to fix it and I will.” Maks said trying to choke back a sob. He was such a failure. He fucked up everything, first Peta and now the love of his life. He would rather die then hurt his little fairy.

“No, nothing like that.” Meryl said walking closer.

“Then wha…”

“I need you to hold my hand.” She whispered cutting him off and surprising Maks. They both stood there for a moment until he hesitantly reached forward and finally grabbed her hand. He felt it. The moment they made contact…their inevitable connection. And it brought him to his knees right in front of her. He let out stranggled sob as Meryl pulled him to her. He burried his face in her stomach and strangled her small waist. She sunk to the ground with him in her arm and allowed her teddy bear to cry.

“I didn’t mean for it to happen” he cried into her shirt.

“I know” she whispered as she slipped her hand under his tank top and rubbed soothing circles in to his bare back.

“She makes me feel so bad about myself.” He managed to muffle out.

“She called you a bitch and I screamed at her…” he continued on.

“I shouldn’t have done that.”

“Oh teddy bear…” she whispered while kissing his forehead. “…my big protective teddy bear.”

“I miss you so much” he whimpered as more tears flowed. She gently rocked him back and forth. Trying to hold her man together. She hated Peta for making her gentle, nurturing, and loving man feel like this.
She lied there holding him for almost an hour until Maks started to stir. She soon felt her shirt slowly ride up as he began to pepper kisses all over her belly. She knew it was wrong. They both had other people to return to…but she didn’t have the heart to tell him ‘no’ he needed comforting and she yearned to be his blanket.

“Maksim…we shouldn’t ” she sighed closing her eyes while Maks tugged her leggings down.

“We should…” he disagreed pressing a kiss to her hip while moving lower.

“…but what abou…”

“All I care about is you Merylushka.” He breathed against the inside of her thigh.
“Just you” he inhaled.

“Oh Mak…” Meryl tried but he was already gone.
“ UGH…” she cried out as he latched on to her core. She reached down and tangled her hand into his hair and held him to her as he ate.
“Ah…oh…Maksim…uh, uh…” she whimpered.

Maks reached up and laced his fingers with hers as he continued to pleasure her. She immediately brought their joined hands to her mouth and kissed each one of his knuckles. She squirmed against him as she reached her peak but he held her still as she rode it out. When he felt her go limp he rose from between her thighs and slammed his mouth against hers.

“Maks…baby” she panted breaking away from his eager lips.
“What happened tonight on stage?” She asked needing to know. He gazed down at her and kissed her forehead gentley before answering, “I dont know princess. One minute I am just trying to get through the dance so I don’t have to hear it from Peta and then…” he trailed off.
“Then what?”

“Then your hands…” he whispered.

“Your soft… tiny hands touched my chest and then your bottom…your small bottom slowly pressed into my…” he paused closing his eyes. “

“Its okay honey. Go on…” she encouraged.

“…so then I started to remember the first time I made love to you…” he swallowed. “Because I choreographed our Rhumba the next day.” He finished quietly. She didn’t say anything, she just grabbed his chin and brought his mouth to hers, letting him know that it was okay.
He quickly stripped her of her top as she tugged his pants and boxers down. Locking eyes, Maks slid home allowing them both to breath a sigh of relief.
Beginning to thrust Meryl couldn’t help her loud moans that began to echo. Quickening his thrusts, Maks covered her mouth with his hand to muffle her moans. There glistening bodies drank from each other as they became one again. Meryl squirmed in agonizing ecstasy as Maks replaced his hand with his mouth allowing him to lace their sweating palm on the sides of her head. He pounded in to her. Thrust after thrust.
“ uhh…baby"thrust. "argh” thrust. “oh..oh…uhh…” thrust. “Ugh…” thrust.
“Come on baby…” Maks encouraged. “Let it go, give it to me.” He panted against her mouth.
“Mmm…mmm…ahhgh” Meryl cried into his mouth as they burst together. Maks spilt months of pent of frustration, unhappiness, anger, sadness, and bitterness in to her and she gladly accepted all of him.

Collapsing in a heap. Maks and Meryl held eachother while peppering kisses all over one anothers faces until their heart beats and body temperatures returned to normal.
“ what do we do now?” He asked gently.
“We sway…” she whispered.

So they did.