sorry the first version of this was wrong

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Here it is, FIXED HUGS HEADCANON SET

I have posted this set before, but i did some mistakes, and i decide to fix it. First of all, I have tried to fix Lance’s skin colour, wich was wrong in first version of this set (i hope this is better q^q sorry please for this mistake), and also i have fixed some details in other arts in set. So, I hope this post is better UuU

and so, here is information about this set. I will just copy my text from first version of this post. So, here it is:

HUGS HEADCANON TIME!!!

I have saw headcanon about Hunk, wich is about him supporting members of team. And headcanon about Hunk’s hugs with Shiro and headcanon about cookies for Pidge from him and I am be like HMMM!!!!! So here it is, 

multi-headcanon about that kind of hugs everyone in team gets from our cinnamon roll then they need it

Big “Who wants space peanut cookies?” hugs for Pidge

Warm “We will do something with your nightmares. Come here” hugs for Shiro

Silent “I can just sit here with you if it will make you feel better” hugs for Keith

Trust “Tell me about your problems, i will listen you” hugs for Lance

p.s. thanks people in tumblr for headcanons wich are inspired me! As i remember they were @captainsbones and @yarrayora and i cant find that post with cookies for Pidge headcanon so i dont have the athor D”””: …and if i did something wrong please tell me, its just my first expierience with headcanons, au and other things like that so i dont understand how it works :D 

Bat-Aunt: Part 1

Originally posted by palpattine

Prompt:  An universe where Bruce wasn’t left all alone. See the changes a younger Wayne sister makes for a Bruce Wayne with something left to fight for. 

AN: I’m really, really excited about this. It’s the first story I’ve been really excited about in a while, so I hope you enjoy it. You’ll see a lighter version of Bruce in this. I hope you enjoy. Let me know what you think. This will also include other members of the league at some point as well. 

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“I’m sorry, I don’t think I heard you right, can you repeat that?”

“I adopted a child.”

You close your eyes, and brace yourself for the incoming headache. “That’s what I thought you said. I was just hoping I heard wrong.” You grind out through your teeth before turning away from your brother and stalking back behind your desk.

Distance. Distance was good. Distance was safe. The puppy dog eyes didn’t work if there was distance. If there were other things to focus on. “I’m not asking for permission.”

You glare at him. “Trust me I know. Those expedited adoption papers let me know that.” You lean back into your chair, “Tell me did you have them expedited because you thought I’d try and stop it or…?”

Your brother just smiles at you. “You’d never say no to a kid in need. Behind the tough businesswoman exterior is a big ol’ softy with a heart of gold, whose face is only pinched sometimes because she’s wearing uncomfortable heels.”

You scowl as Bruce takes a seat in one of the chairs in front of your desk. Your eyes flick to the clock on the wall. The numbers 4:32 shine a bright green, and you finally give in. You fling one foot then another sending the gorgeous but pinchy heels to the other side of the room. You smile when they hit the wall with a thud.

Bruce just leans back in his chair and asks, “Feel better?”

You roll your eyes and tuck your legs under you before reaching up, and letting the bun on top of your head loose. Your hair falls down and you grin as the tension headache begins to fade. “So his name is Richard?”

“He goes by Dick.”

You raise an eyebrow in amusement before deciding to let it go. “And he’s an acrobat?”

“Yep.”

“And he already found out about your hobby?”

“Also yes.”

“And now you’re making him your sidekick?”

There’s a pause before Bruce simply shrugs and says, “Alfred already made his outfit.”

You groan. “I leave the country for three months, and this is what happens! I swear next

time I’m getting you and Alfred a babysitter.”

Bruce just smirks. “Big words from someone whose diapers I used to change.”

You scowl and point towards the door with one perfectly manicured finger “Get out of my office. I’ll be home late.”

Bruce doesn’t say anything at first, just slowly rises before saying “I need you home early. I need your skills.”

Your eyes meet his, and you groan. The puppy dog eyes are already in place.

Reluctantly you press the power button on your computer and stand up. “Grab my luggage please, I have to go get the evil shoes.”

You fetch the shoes and turn around to see your big brother waiting for you. He’s standing beside your three large suitcases, waiting for you. With a sigh, you walk forward with the shoes dangling off your fingers, and right as you pass he grabs your arm and brings you in for a hug.

You melt into it. It had been three months since you’d had this much human contact. You hadn’t realized how badly you’d needed it either. As he let’s you go he simply says, “Welcome Home Little Sister.”

You give him a tired smile. “It’s good to be home.”

“It’s good to have you home, even if you didn’t let me pick you up from the airport and went straight back to work.” You just roll your eyes.  

You walk out side by side. You stop quickly at your assistant’s desk to have her clear your schedule for tomorrow, and get the documents that will have to be worked on tomorrow. Bruce says a polite hello before escorting you out.

You enter the largely deserted parking garage to find a grinning Alfred waiting for you.

“Welcome home Miss. Wayne!”

You smile at the older man before rushing forward to give him a hug. You squeeze him extra tight before leaning back and saying, “You were supposed to keep him from doing something stupid.”

Alfred just smiles. “I believe young master Grayson will be good for your brother. Teach him some responsibility, get him to open up.”

You bite the inside of your cheek. “He adopted a child Alfred, not a puppy.This is a huge responsibility.”

The butler’s eyes twinkle. “I’m well aware Miss. Wayne.”

Bruce clears his throat, drawing your attention. “I’m standing right here.”   

You and Alfred grin at each other before answering in unison, “We know.”

You climb into the waiting car, and listen as Alfred gives a report on Richard’s adjustment to school as reported by Gotham Academy’s principal. You tune it out for the most part, as you stare out the window. As you pass through the city, your eyes begin to get heavy, and with the knowledge of a late night ahead of you, you allow sleep and jet lag to claim you for just a little bit.

Thanks For The Potatoes *Steve Rogers x Reader x Avengers*

Originally posted by midstorm

Summary: You are making Thanksgiving dinner when suddenly everyone starts to request different variations of potatoes, causing you to become very stressful and argue with Steve.
Warnings: a lot of potatoes!
Admins Note: My mum gave me this idea because she recently watched the FRIENDS the one where Monica is making the dinner, everyone requests different stuff and it all goes wrong, so this is my version of that. Hopefully you like it, I can tell it will be long, so sorry.


This wouldn’t be the first time you were making dinner for your fellow Avengers, in fact, you usually make dinner for them. You don’t complain since you actually like to make the dinner but that’s only because you get to choose the meals. This meal would be different for you all, considering it would be all of your’ Thanksgiving,  and your first Thanksgiving all together. 

Even Tony was staying around, not that he wanted to, he actually hates all holidays; Pepper told you it was because of his childhood and growing up with his dad, he never had the best holiday experiences. You had everything prepared, ready to start cooking, the Turkey already herbed and in the oven. 

“Hey, (Y/N),” you turned to see both Clint and Natasha, you grinned back. “Smells great,” Clint grinned, looking through the glass door and into the oven, watching the turkey slowly bronze. Everything was going perfectly.

“Listen, we’d hate to be a pain,” Natasha began and you stopped cutting carrots to look at your friends. “Just Clint’s mum used to do the best potatoes, they were cut into tiny squares and seasoned with rosemary, you don’t think you could do that?” Natasha asked you frowned, already telling everyone you were doing mashed potatoes. 

“Um, sure I suppose I can find the time,” you smile and they nod, both hugged you before leaving. You wiped your forehead to remove the thin layer of sweat; it’s probably due to the hot kitchen. It’s not like doing one different kind of potatoes would be hard, plus you couldn’t deny those potatoes sounded tasty, and this is everyone’s Thanksgiving.  

You had been slaving away over the dinner, well actually cutting various vegetables and assorting the herbs and spices over them, when a nice gust of wind went past: did you leave the window open? Turning you see the Maximoff twins, grinning and smiling at the smell of good food cooking. 

“Hey, guys,” you turn back to the cooking pot, they both peer over one of your shoulders, looking at what is possibly cooking; your potatoes are boiling so they can be mashed later. 

We were wondering if you could do us a favour?” Wanda asked, you turned and looked at both sheepish twins. “Just, back at home we never had Thanksgiving like you guys but our mother made sweet potatoes and it was our favourite, could you do us some?” Wanda asked you let out a sigh, making both twins plead with their blue eyes.

“Um, okay, yeah I guess I can do some for you both.” They grinned before leaving the room, allowing you to go back to cooking… Now you have three different potatoes to do!

You began herbing the potatoes Clint and Natasha wanted- you only prayed that no one else would ask for different ones, otherwise it would be too much to handle. Tony had taken a front-row seat to your stressful kitchen, he was sat at the breakfast bar, pouring some scotch into a glass. He smiled whenever you muttered a curse word to yourself. 

Are you sure you don’t any of this meal?” you asked, turning to look at the billionaire who simply grinned and nodded. “I don’t understand you”, you muttered.

“Okay, so since I can remember, holidays never really… went down in the Stark households. One year, in particular, I was seven so it’s about eighty-one; imagine a seven-year-old hearing their mother and father argue, you expect to spend holidays with them,” you nod slowly, listening to every word. “Nope, not me. My nanny, my dad’s butler and a few maids, they had a small dinner made by the cooks and it was just us; they placed the radio to hide the arguing but it was never loud enough,” he sighed sipping the scotch. 

“My dad bursts through the kitchen doors and points at me, he tells me to never be like mother, to grow up and be more like him; he’s yelling and keeps telling me to do the right thing, go to University and take over, be the Stark he wants me to be,” he sighed. “It was like that for every holiday, up until I was seventeen when they both died, I spent more and more time with the people who helped around the house… then with my parents,” he looked at you. 

You felt some kind of sadness for Tony, something he was not used to displaying. Instead, he shrugged, “Now I just hate holidays. If someone isn’t arguing and yelling: You need to grow up and be a man, then it’s not a true Stark holiday,” he drank the last of the scotch and you chuckled.  

“Hey, (Y/N) are you doing roast potatoes?” Bruce asked, getting a glass of water, but you shake your head and look at him. “Just, I think myself and Thor would prefer those, we have some frozen ones in the freezer, just pop them in twenty minutes before the meal is served,” he shrugged and you let out a sigh, at least those ones require no effort. Well, that puts those up to four different varieties. 

While Bruce left to tell Thor of the potato situation, you went back to putting all the vegetables on the stove. The ache of starting this morning to almost finishing in the afternoon was becoming too much; you needed a break, but that would mean something would burn, and lord knows what would happen if it’s someone’s potatoes. 

Everything was going perfectly, till the pots started to bubble over. You wiped away the now thick layer of sweat on your forehead; obviously caused by stress. You lost count on how many times you burnt yourself today, you had passed the point of even recognising the pain, and you had become used to it. Only this time Steve entered, and the string that usually held you together was slowly fraying, making you slightly on edge and want to snap at the next person who wants different potatoes. 

“Hey, (Y/N),” you turned around, he was looking into the pots as you narrowed your eyes if he even asks for something else… you’d kill him, with a butter knife!
“If you ask for some other stupid potatoes, I swear to God Steve… I will shove this spoon so far up your arse,” he widens his eyes and Tony choked on his scotch. Everyone else had overheard and looked at you both: “I’m already doing four different potatoes, okay… FOUR,” you stress and he nods, looking at someone else for help, although no one knew what to do. 

“Why can’t you all have the same potatoes? Why can’t you have all mashed potatoes?” you cried slightly and Steve reached to put a hand on your shoulder.

“I was just going to ask if you needed some help,” Steve admitted, you let out a deep sigh and nod, wiping away the sweat and tears. “It’s a good thing I showed up, huh?” he tried to lighten the mood, which you normally would lean into but you just stared blankly at the super-soldier, turning and giving him orders, to which he sighed and got to work on. 

Steve didn’t tell you he didn’t know how to cook, so what should have been stress-free time, turned into a stressful kitchen again with arguing… and Tony smiling watching as the others did too.

What kind of man doesn’t know how to cook frozen roast potatoes?” you asked, Steve rolled his eyes. “You’ve been unfrozen for how long? Don’t you cook at your place?” you asked bitterly.

“I’ve been saving New York, thank you,” Steve crossed his arms. “That doesn’t leave a lot of time to learn or remember how to cook,” he simply stated, with a  slightly raised voice, you rolled your eyes at him. “Plus my girlfriend cooks all the bloody time, hardly allows anyone else in the kitchen,” he defended, you narrowed your eyes.

“Don’t blame me!” you yell. Tony was having the best time, praying you use a similar line as to what his mum or dad you used to say. “Any real man knows how to cook, Steve. It’s not difficult, you try to be a real man some time, it would be a nice change from this,” everyone was silent, the bubbling on the stove filling the tension.
“Now this is a real Stark Thanksgiving”, Tony sang to himself.

The dinner table was silent, Tony had joined the dinner along with Pepper and Jane. Everyone ate quietly; maybe they didn’t want to see you and Steve to argue again, something that they never really got to see before. 
“Thanks for the potatoes, (Y/N),” Pietro muttered, you nodded with a smile, everyone muttered an agreement.

Why so many anyway?” Bucky asked staring in confusion at the assortment of the potatoes, you let out a sigh. “I don’t even like potatoes,” he muttered. You glared at Steve’s best friend, who nudged him and Bucky coughed. “I mean, I didn’t before but now I do,” he grinned, placing some mashed potatoes in his mouth, earning a laugh from everyone, including you.

“We really are thankful for this (Y/N),” Steve nudged you lightly, you smiled and nodded. “Maybe next time we’ll all bring our own potatoes,” he chuckled as everyone nodded.

“Next time we’re having pizza,” you tell them honestly, and Tony held his drink up to that.

Best Thanksgiving- I cannot wait for Christmas,” he cheers, causing you to let out a long groan before nodding.

(Sorry its hella long. Get your Christmas requests in NOW. Remember you can request; imagines, ships and one shots by myself and Angie - Rosalee)

Sorry (Jackson Version)

Originally posted by wanqkong

**GIF NOT MINE

Requested by: The character has been requested by @willstripforbangtan but the story is purely personal :)

Characters: Jackson Wang (GOT7) x You (OC/Reader) x GOT7 members (mentions, cameo)

Genre: Angst

Length:  2,857 words

Plot:   Jackson seems to be the perfect boyfriend; he has good looks, he is rich, he is kind-hearted, and most of all, he loves you so damn much.  However, one thing seems to be wrong with your “almost perfect” boyfriend; the girl that he chose to love.

A/N: This is the 2nd version of my break-up angst stories, Sorry, the first version is for Song Yunhyeong of iKon, where you can access here.  Please take note that this story is not related in any way to the first version, but you will see similarities in the plot and all J (I hope I made sense)

LET THIS BE MY CONTRIBUTION TO #kingjacksonday LMAO

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You stepped inside your house, to be welcomed by a delightful scent of chocolate coming from the kitchen.  You assume that your boyfriend is already at home, maybe his work ended early.  You removed your shoes and coat and you dropped your bag on the couch before making your way towards the kitchen.

“What are you doing?”  You whispered at his ear that caused Jackson to yelp in response, almost spilling the chocolate drink from the small kettle that he’s holding.

“________-ah, you scared me!”  He clutched his chest before dropping the kettle on top of the kitchen counter. You giggled at his reaction, causing you to snort and that made Jackson’s eyes form into slits.

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atelouus  asked:

luke and minako?? :^)

ship memes ( @atelouus​ )

sad version

who gets overwhelmed by small acts of kindness: i think overwhelmed is a bit too much but at first, before dating and in the beginning of the relationship, i think luke might be the most affected by it. be it blushing or just thinking how she is so cute or something of the short. now, dating, i think probably mina – mostly because part of her would wonder what she did to deserve it and deserve him but even so, overall they handle it pretty well
who flinches at sudden movements: hmm i don’t think either of them would? mina maybe, if she is distracted and lost in her own thoughts
who is most confused as to why their S.O. is still with them: mina!! whenever she has a bad day she’ll often find herself wondering about that, sometimes even voicing that which ends up with luke telling her how incredible she is and why/how much he loves her
who has to constantly check their S.O. still loves them: i don’t think either of them would have the need because they are constantly telling and showing each other that, there’s really no room for doubts. sometimes mina might ask but mostly because she wants to hear him say it
who says the other/s would be better off with someone else: they both agree that they are good for each other and wouldn’t ever say that
who gets surprised when they are given gifts: both, but not that much. maybe mina gets less surprised because he’ll often give her a little something but she does it too so surprise gifts are a thing with them – even if it’s just a small thing they saw that reminded them of the other
who is most likely to break down on the other and how does their S.O. attempt to calm them down: oh it’s mina, definitely. she handles things pretty well but when she breaks down, it’s bad. it doesn’t happen often though and when it does, luke just holds her tight, plays with her hair and sometimes sing something to calm her down and make her feel better
who is most self conscious in public: neither of them lmao
who is more likely to apologize a million time for a tiny mistake: hmm luke but mina wouldn’t really want him too
who admits they’re scared only when they think their S.O. is asleep and how does the other react: mina, she’s often afraid of telling him something she thinks might upset him but she needs to say it, so she does it when he’s asleep. luke will just pull her closer and pretend that he’s asleep but they both know he heard it.
who never thinks they’re good enough for the other: i think they both might think that one time but it never lasts long. it happens more often with mina when they just recently start dating but it gets better with time, until neither of them think that anymore.
who takes a bullet for the other: well looking at the con artist verse, i’d say both. of course they’d do anything to not get in that position, but both would do it if they needed to, without thinking.

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Hollaaa!!
This is En-Ka again~


IT’S DONEE! THE DOUJIN IS DOONEE!! /sob

I got a big scolding from ahokitsune though, I’m sorry and thank you very much, you are my goddess!!


Anyway! This Doujin will be available in OTPCon in Jakarta Design Center at 2 August 2015! BOOTH #34 FUJODOME!!!! :)
Limited stock!! First come first serve! :)


P.S : I was thinking of selling this in digital version for overseas AkaFuri shipper—but IDK—anyone intersted? :)


P.S.S : As you know I already posted the cover here, but I got the wrong file! I forgot the galaxy layer LOL


SEE YOU AT OTPCON!! :)

leave chanyeol the fuck alone and im really directing this to the korean fans. I understand and obviously chanyeol understands that he did wrong by downloading a game illegally, but he apologized and what makes me angry amongst all things if the fact that people have to go chase after him ON THE DAILY for the stupidest things just because he’s enjoying himself.

first of all, that pokemon game version is no longer able to be found anywhere and the fact that he illegally downloaded it isn’t hurting the game’s producers. if the game had just come out or something then this would maybe be more serious but it’s been not promoted or sold for some time and therefore it is hard to get it by a legal means. 

that being said, I’m so mad at the kfans because kfans are notorious for downloading everything illegally. in this 21st century day and age, is there really anyone who hasn’t downloaded / streamed / torrented something illegally??? I’m pretty sure whomever fucking had the nerve to write nasty comments about him downloading the game illegally also downloaded exo’s albums illegally? downloaded word and photoshop illegally?? streamed movies illegally? 

fine, yes. he is a celebrity and should be held “responsible to a higher degree.” yes so he apologized. that’s why he apologized. and then the fact that people had to CRITICIZE HIS APOLOGY? oh what it had too many exclamation points? because it seemed insincere because he originally uploaded a photo of himself with it? if there is anything I want to say it’s that chanyeol takes his sns seriously especially because it’s the first most method of contact and exchange between his fans. whatever he posts he probably posts after thinking about the response from the fans for some time. and especially with things like apologies, I can fucking guarantee that he spent at least thirty minutes to an hour re-reading, re-editing that apology and wondering if it was enough. 

and then finally, the fact that fans when making comments like this have the audacity to start out with “i’m saying this because I’m your fan… but no offense” just don’t say it. only give chanyeol good things to read. at the end of the day he’s a 25, 26 year old boy who still enjoys games and just wants to share his day to day life and music with people who adore him. you clearly don’t adore him and do not appreciate him enough to leave such comments for him to stay up so late at night to post an apology post. leave park chanyeol alone. just shut up if you don’t have anything nice to say.