strawberry and melon

Happy late birthday, Melon!

I uh… wasn’t sure if he would wear dresses, but I just found out he loves strawberries, so I couldn’t resist making him a cute strawberry dress~! Plus, he’s the mom of the family, right? <3

@missladytale I’ll be sending you the SAI file as well, rummage around in there, you might like what you find~ <3

Kenshi Yonezu's Monster Encyclopedia (Text Translation)

Kenshi Yonezu released his first book, Monster Encyclopedia, on December 10th, 2016. Its a collection and expansion of a monthly series he did for the magazine ROCKIN'ON JAPAN, where he drew monsters and gave a short description of their ecology. Here are translations of all the descriptions from the book.

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Ellen’s in Y/N’s ear (Shawn Mendes x Reader)

Summary: Ellen Degeneres sends famous (your profession) Y/N to a local coffee shop with an earpiece. Y/N must follow everything Ellen tells her to say. It is a funny game until Y/N realizes her long-time crush Shawn Mendes happens to be in that very coffee shop. Ellen got to have her fun.

Italics= what Ellen is saying

A/N: Who doesn’t love Ellen?

Originally posted by me-inpassing

“Alright, so in honor of her 18th birthday and all the success she has had this year, we sent (your profession) Y/N Y/L/N to a local coffee shop in Toronto where she is staying. I know, she actually prefers Canada.” Ellen Degeneres winks to her laughing audience.

The audience’s attention refocuses on the screen in front of them, showing Y/N in comfy sweatpants and a tank top.

Okay Y/N, if you hear me scream out loud: “It’s freezing cold outside, but I want to show off my abs!”

Y/N chuckles and whispers: “What abs?”, before shouting:

“IT’S FREEZING COLD OUTSIDE, BUT I WANNA SHOW OFF MY ABS!”

The people standing around her stare at her and laugh softly.

Okay Y/N, walk in the shop. 

Y/N grabs the door, and opens it, stepping into the nice coffee-smelling building.

Sniff around, and look like you’re heavily enjoying the aroma of coffee around you.

Shaking her head, Y/N walks further into the shop, sniffing around. She shuts her eyes and sighs.

The audience laughs, some of them muttering how she looked high while doing that.

What Y/N and Ellen did not know however was songwriter Shawn Mendes was sitting in the corner and had raised his head up from his phone upon Y/N’s arrival.

The corners of his lips tugged up into a smile. Shawn had always harboured a little crush on the renowned (your profession). They were following each other on social media and occasionally would retweet each other’s posts and such. Each time Y/N liked his posts, or tweeted something so goofy reflecting her personality, Shawn always had a little warm fuzzy feeling in his chest. They had met at the Teen Choice Awards, and he remembered clearly how amazing she looked in her dress and how much he couldn’t stop thinking about how they took a picture together on the red carpet. Since then, Shawn only saw glimpses of her at other award shows but never had time to go speak to her.

So, seeing her there today made his heart leap. He has never seen her in anything other than dazzling gowns, but he found her just as effortlessly beautiful in a laidback casual outfit.  

Okay, so walk up to the cashier.

Y/N coughed and whispered:

“Ellen um there’s a line.”

Cut the line! An audience member shouted. Ellen smiled. Cut the line.

Y/N took a deep breath in, and slid in in front of a man waiting in line.

“Um, excuse me?” He said.

Say you’re a celebrity.

“Yes sir, I’m sorry I cut you, but I am a celebrity.” Y/N responded, blushing slightly.

Ellen rolled around in her seat with laughter.

“Well miss that’s not an excu- Wait Y/N Y/L/N?” He gasps.

“Yes.” Y/N giggles.

“No way, my daughters love you! Can I get a picture?”

“Oh yeah, great! Tell them I say hi!”

And the man takes out his phone, snaps a picture of them together and leaves straight away exclaiming to his phone; without his coffee.

Alrighty then, Y/N you got out of that.

Y/N grins cheekily.

Shawn watches from a distance, a little perplexed. Was Y/N actually that rude about being famous? But yet again, her grin at the end was impossible to hate.

Y/N walked up to the cashier, waiting for Ellen’s directions.

Ellen kept quiet, pursing her lip to hold back laughter.

Y/N clears her throat, looking from side to side as the cashier watches her expectantly.

Playing with her hair awkwardly, she bites her lip.

“Can I help you miss?” The cashier asks once again.

“Hmm, oh yes.”

“So what can I get you?”

“Yep.” Y/N responds. She looks up to the hidden camera, raising her eyebrows slightly at Ellen.

Meanwhile in LA, Ellen is red from holding her breath and the audience is on the edge of their seats, waiting for Ellen and Y/N’s next move.

“I’m sorry, so what would you like to order?”

“Yeah that’s the one.” Y/N continues, swaying slightly from side to side on the balls of her feet to release some awkward tension.

“So uh miss, would you like to maybe hear the specials?”

Say: No, I know exactly what I want.

“No sir thank you I know exactly what I want.” Y/N answered.
“Okay perfect what would that be?”

Ask for a smoothie.

“Can I get a smoothie?” Y/N exhales, relieved the silence didn’t go on.

“Yes of course, we have strawberry, honey melon and mixed berry.”

Respond: Ooh I love melons. They look a little bit like breasts. You know with the little circle in the middle.

The color rose in Y/N’s cheeks.

“Ooh I love melons. They look a little bit like breasts. You know with the little circle in the middle. Looks like a nipple…” Y/N blurted out.

The cashier rose his eyebrows, then laughed out loud.

“Oh you are funny miss. So one small honey melon smoothie?”

“Yep, that’ll be that.”

Ellen then got an idea. Remembering her previous Ellen in Your Ear episodes, she decided to get a little bolder. Y/N, say: “But of course they don’t look like my breasts. Those melons are huge!”

“But of course you know, melons don’t look like my breasts. Ha ha um no, those are hu-uge.” Y/N gestured, positively red by now.

Shawn let out an involuntary laugh, clapping his hands on his mouth. This went unnoticed by Y/n who was too embarrassed and busy trying not to laugh, but not by Ellen.

“Wait, camera crew zoom in on the left hand corner. Aah ladies and gentlemen, there is singer-songwriter Shawn Mendes.” Ellen chuckled mischievously. Her audience oohs in surprise. “Y/N walk to the back of the shop and go sit beside Shawn Mendes.”

“Shawn Mendes?” , Y/N thought. Not the handsome, kind, down-to-earth singer Shawn right? The Shawn she has had a crush on for the longest time ever?

Y/N walked to her left, spotting him and sitting down beside him, hating herself for blushing.

“Hey.” She said.

“Hi! It’s so nice to see you here.” Shawn smiled back.

“So what brings you here?” He asked.

I needed somewhere to pee.

“I um yes, needed somewhere to pee.”

Shawn looked a bit confused, but carried on.

“Oh, bathroom’s broken at your place?”

Nope, I just love gross public bathrooms.

“No I just love gross public bathrooms ha. Love em!” Y/N squealed, wondering why she agreed to do this segment again.

“Anyway I heard your new single Bad Reputation and wow I can’t stop listening to it!”

“Wow thanks a lot, is that what you’re listening to now?” Shawn said, pointing to her earpiece.

Y/N closed her eyes for a second. Shoot busted, she thought.

“Yep.”

Hand him the earpiece.

“Here, listen.” Y/N said, taking it out and giving it to Shawn.

He accepted it, feeling his flesh burn as he grazed her fingers and stuck it into his ear.

“Hello Shaaawn.” Ellen said into the earpiece.

“What? Y/N who is this?”

Y/N merely grinned and gestured to him to keep listening.

“It’s meeee, from Finding Nemo.”

“Ellen?” Shawn asked.

“Yeah!”

“Oh! That explains why you were doing and saying such weird things.” Shawn threw his head back in laughter as he placed the earpiece down on the table.

“So I’m guessing you heard what I said, eh?” Y/N cringed.

“Yes, it was very entertaining.”

“Eeven the melon part huh?”

“It was one of the best parts.” Shawn chuckled.

“Oh, and just so you know, I don’t actually enjoy peeing in public bathrooms.” Y/N remembered, earning her another laugh from Shawn.

“Well um, there’s this beautiful restaurant downtown, and their bathroom is not um gross.” Shawn said.

“Is this your way of asking me out to dinner?” Y/N giggled.

“Yes, you caught me.”

“Well I’d love to check out that restaurant. For their bathrooms, of course.”

“Yes yes of course.”

They sat there for a tiny while, just smiling back at each other, dumbstruck and not believing their luck.

“Yo lovebirds, you forgot I can hear and see everything.” Ellen shouted into the earpiece, causing the pair to jump.

“Oh right, excuse me Shawn I have to end the segment.” Y/N joked.

She stood up and said at the top of her voice to the people in the shop:

“Hey guys! I’m Y/N and if you saw what weird things I have said, it’s because… You’re all on the Ellen Degeneres Show!” She waved her hands happily at the cameras as the coffee shop cheered with glee.

“So, maybe we can check that restaurant out right now?” Shawn stood up next to her.

“I’d love to.”

“Okay, that wasn’t the best Ellen in Your Ear since there was no dancing involved, but if they do get together, I’m taking full credit.” Ellen stood up and said to her audience. They laughed and cheered, as TV screens worldwide went to commercial.

When We Collide (Part 12)

Pairing: Assistant!Y/N/CEO!Luke

Rating: NC-17

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10| 11

Summary: He is the definition of high class smart ass, swimming in Dom Pierre P矇rignon champagne and has never seen the shadow of poverty. She is underprivileged, lives in a messy dorm room on sale and struggles working as an assistant after being thrown out of college. But how will they collide when Luke makes Y/N pregnant after a drunkenly one night stand?

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Y/N, you threw up in her Marc Jacobs bag? That must be the funniest thing Ive heard all week!

Trust me, it wasnt as funny as it sounds. You mumbled with your phone resting between your shoulder and ear, eyes glancing up to look for when the elevator would arrive.

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take this burden - part 20

[ giants - bear hands ]

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He Tian was beginning to feel how little he’d slept the night before.

They traded places.

He still felt uncomfortable handing his keys over, but pushed it down and took a much needed nap as they continued in their way.

He woke awhile later when Mo Guan Shan pulled over, expecting a gas station.

Instead, he found they’d pulled off the road in front of a sign informing them they were entering a new town.

‘Everything ok?’ He Tian asked, yawning.

‘When do you have to go back to work?’

‘Technically never. Why do you ask?’

‘Well, there’s this place my family and I stayed the night several years back about an hour from here.’

‘Yeah?’

‘It’s not a hotel. It’s little individual cabins. They have hot tubs and everything.’

‘You and your hot tubs, jeez.’ He Tian teased.

‘We all have a weakness. Don’t you?’

‘Bossy redheads, apparently.’

‘Shut up.’

‘Let’s go.’

‘Really?’ Mo Guan Shan asked, surprised.
‘Absolutely.’

Mo Guan Shan smiled, pulling back onto the empty road, telling He Tian to get some more sleep.

He Tian relaxed back into the seat, feigning sleep, listening to Mo Guan Shan softly sing along to the music for another hour or so.

They turned down a gravel road and He Tian sat up.

Slowly, a cluster of small cabins came into view and they pulled into the visitors entrance.

Before Mo Guan Shan had the chance to so much as unbuckle his seatbelt, He Tian was out of the car.

He requested the nicest cabin they had, slipping the kid that followed him to the car a few bills, asking him to bring champagne and ‘some fruit or something.

‘Honeymoon?’ The kid asked with a sly smile.
‘It’s more like a first date.’

‘Shit, man.’

They stopped outside the sliding doors.

‘What’s your name, kid?’

‘Kev.’

‘You got a girlfriend, Kev?’

‘Yeah…’

‘I’ll tell you what. You-discretely-help me out tonight, and i’ll finance a night just like this for the two of you.’

‘You can’t be serious.’

‘Deadly. Do we have a deal?’

‘God damn right we have a deal. Just tell me what you need.’

They conversed quietly for a few moments and Kev handed him the key, directing him to their cabin and telling him he’d be around shortly.

-

Mo Guan Shan followed He Tian’s directions, pulling into the small driveway a minute or so later.

‘Did you tell them about Felix?’

‘Nope.’

The cat in question growled when Mo Guan Shan picked up his carrier and grabbed his things.

‘Why?’

He Tian retrieved their bags and followed him to the door, stepping around him to unlock it.

‘Sometimes it’s fun to have a secret just because you can.’

Mo Guan Shan whistled, long and low.

‘This is a bit nicer than I remember.’

‘I put in a request.’

‘I’ll pay you back for this.’ Mo Guan Shan promised.

‘Don’t start that shit.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘Don’t start the money thing with me again.’

Mo Guan Shan shrugged, walking further into the large room with the cat carrier.

‘I think I’m going to set Felix up in the bathroom and let him calm down a bit.’

‘That’s probably a good idea.’ He Tian agreed.

He set up the litter box and food and tried to lure the cat from his carrier while He Tian wandered into the kitchen, called Jian Yi to let him know they were staying out of town another night and asking for him to feed his fish.

Jian Yi laughed softly.

‘Are you telling me you’re taking a vacation? I didn’t think that was something you were capable of doing.’

‘It looks that way.’

‘When are you coming back?’

‘Tomorrow. Probably.’

‘So, there’s a chance you might not be coming home tomorrow?’

‘I guess we’ll see how it goes.’

‘So…have you…?’

‘No. I haven’t. I’m not going to. Stop it.’

‘If you say so.’

He Tian was about to hang up on him when Jian Yi yelled his name into the phone.

‘Jesus, what?!’

‘Are you having a good time?’

‘I really am.’

‘I’m glad. Zhengxi is too.’

Zhengxi protested in the background that he didn’t care at all.

He Tian laughed.

‘Alright, I’m going to go. I’ll keep you updated.’

The line disconnected.

-

He found Mo Guan Shan exploring the rooms.

‘Come with me.’ He Tian instructed.

Mo Guan Shan followed him up the stairs onto the large loft that served as the master bedroom with an enormous bed in the middle, and a large TV mounted on the wall across from it.

He Tian put their bags on one of the chairs and perused the bar.

Not a minibar.

An actual, well stocked, bar.

Mo Guan Shan continued into the bathroom.

‘Good news!’ He called.

He Tian joined him, smiling when he saw the individually wrapped toothbrush laid out by the sink.

The counter was covered in whatever small toiletries you could possibly need.

There was a huge bathtub, the kind with jets and built in stool type things that didn’t seem to have much of a purpose, and separate shower.

‘Hot tub?’ He Tian asked with a smile.

‘Hot tub.’ Mo Guan Shan agreed.

They made their way down the stairs and let themselves out through the backdoor.

Their view was ridiculous.

The leaves were beginning to change and they looked down over miles of colorful foliage.

The hot tub’s cover had been pulled back, the jets and lights already turned on, small tealights in frosted glass candle holders sat on any available surface flat enough to accommodate them safely.

Next to tub on a small wooden table sat a bottle of champagne, two glasses, and a covered tray.

All of these items were surrounded by rose petals.

Damn, Kev.

Mo Guan Shan looked to He Tian, eyebrows raised.

He simply shrugged, fighting a smug smile and popped the cork from the bottle, pouring two glasses and turning around to hand one off.

Instead, because he was as asshole, he watched Mo Guan Shan, where he stood a few feet away with his back turned, undress and gently remove the wrap around his ribs
His bruises were getting better, slowly but surely fading from a violent purple to deep red, ringed with a sickly yellow.

He’d noticed in the car that his lip was all but healed and the cut on his cheek would have been ready to lose the stitches if he hadn’t gone swimming and taken a shower with no attempt to keep it dry.

He Tian reminded himself to check on that later that night.

Lost in his thoughts, he’d forgotten to stop shamelessly staring until Mo Guan Shan cleared his throat, looking over his shoulder.

Having nothing to say for himself, he smiled sheepishly and offered Mo Guan Shan the glass.

Dropping and stepping out of his boxers, the redhead climbing up the small set of stairs that led to the raised hot tub and lowered himself into the warm water before holding his hand out for the drink.

Mo Guan Shan sank into one of the built in seats, groaned as the initial sting faded, and the heat began to relax his muscles.

He leaned his head back, closing his eyes.

He Tian stripped quickly and joined him, settling into his own seat a few feet away.

‘Feel good?’ He asked softly.

Mo Guan Shan lifted his head, readjusting himself.

‘Absolutely amazing. I didn’t even realize how sore I was.’

‘I can give you a massage later, if you want.’ He Tian offered, after having no intention to do so at all.

‘I will never turn down a massage.’

They both took a drink, looking away and thinking about that from both perspectives.

‘This is nice, He Tian. Really, really nice.’

He Tian fought the urge to tell him it had been his idea, after all.

‘Not too cheesy?’

Mo Guan Shan laughed.

‘Just the right amount of cheesy.’

He tian smiled, leaning over the side of the tub and pulling the cover off the silver tray.

‘What is it?’ Mo Guan Shan asked, unable to see from where he sat.

‘Meatloaf.’

‘…really?’

‘No, it’s fruit. But that would be hilarious.’

He Tian picked up the tray, bringing it back to with him and balanced it precariously on the edge.

Mo Guan Shan drained his glass, and joined He Tian by the newly obtained food.

Strawberries, grapes, melon slices, pineapple, and a bowl of whipped cream (because if they’d brought a can they’d also have to supply condoms and that would be costly.)

Mo Guan Shan grabbed a strawberry, dipped it into the cream, and took a bite.

He placed the leafy top back onto the tray and sat back, licking the cream from his fingers.

He Tian stared at him.

‘What?’

He smiled, shaking his head and standing to refill their drinks.

Mo Guan Shan watched him, looking more relaxed than he had since they’d met.

Handing the second glass off, he grabbed a grape, dipping it in the cream and sitting down.

Just a few moments of indulgence never hurt anyone…right?

He extended it to Mo Guan Shan and was rewarded with a small smile.

Mo Guan Shan opened his mouth, accepting the grape and grabbing He Tian’s hand, spitting the fruit into the water and licking the sticky sweetness from his fingers.

He Tian yanked his arm back, glaring at Mo Guan Shan.

‘Why?’

Mo Guan Shan shrugged.

‘I don’t like grapes.’

‘Why didn’t you just tell me that?!’

‘Because I do like whipped cream.’

‘You’re cruel.’

They watched each other for a few long moments.

‘Kiss me?’ Mo Guan Shan asked.

He Tian took a deep breath, looking away.

‘You know I can’t do that.’

‘Honestly, I don’t. Are you straight? Are you seeing someone?’

‘No, I…’ he trailed off.

‘What? You what?’

‘It’s too soon.’

‘Too soon? Are you fucking saving yourself for marriage?!’

‘Mo Guan Shan, five days ago your boyfriend-’

‘Ex.’ Mo Guan Shan interjected angrily.

‘Your EX boyfriend was beating the shit out of you in an alleyway. You still have bruises.’

Mo Guan Shan raised his eyebrows.

‘Is this about the bruises? Do you think they’re gross or something? I can put a shirt on…’

He Tian almost laughed at the absurdity of the question but Mo Guan Shan looked so, so, sad.

‘It’s not the bruises, it’s not you at all…’

‘Oh, it’s not me it’s you, right?’

‘Fucking shit, no! It’s the fact that you’re not even a week out of an abusive fucking relationship. I can’t just swoop in and take-’

‘Take advantage of me? Is that what you’re going to say?’

He Tian nodded.

‘Do you think I don’t know that? I know what happened. I was fucking there. I can’t do anything about that. Are you worried like your friends are? That I’m not ready? Or are you worried that you’d be a rebound?’

He Tian’s had been ignoring the little voice telling him exactly that for several days now.

‘A little of both.’ He answered honestly.

‘He Tian, even if that was something I believe in, that wouldn’t be you. A rebound is quick and easy and something you leave on the doorstep.’

He Tian didn’t respond.

Mo Guan Shan continued.

‘You aren’t any of those things. You’ve had plenty of chances to take advantage of me, and you haven’t. I’m not asking you to fuck me, or be my boyfriend, or help me forget. I’m just asking for a kiss.’

He Tian couldn’t bring himself to make eye contact.

‘What if I say no?’ He asked, looking up at the stars.

In the city, you were lucky if you could see the moon through the light pollution.

‘If you say no, I’ll pout for a few minutes, eat all the whipped cream, and let it go.’

‘And if I say yes?’

‘If you say yes, I will sit perfectly still and behave myself while you kiss me, eat all the whipped cream, and let it go.’

‘I’m…scared.’ He Tian admitted, for the first time since he was a child that fully believed in the monster that lived under his bed.

‘I trust you, He Tian.’

‘You shouldn’t.’

Mo Guan Shan shrugged.

His gaze no longer held the defiance, anger, or insecurity.

Fuck it.

Agonizingly slowly, He Tian leaned forward, taking Mo Guan Shan’s face in his hands.
He pressed their lips together softly, pouring everything he felt into the simple, sweet, act.

Mo Guan Shan tilted his face up, keeping his hands to himself, as promised, and kissed him back, parting his lips for He Tian’s tongue.

He Tian used every ounce of his willpower to pull back.

‘Happy?’

‘Very.’

Fueled by fruit! Don’t ever let anyone tell you fruit contains too much sugar. Because of the abundance of vitamins, minerals and fiber a piece of fruit contains, we absorb the sugars present in fruit differently than the processed, refined sugars in candy, cake, doughnuts, cookies and other sweets. We are designed to fuel ourselves with what the earth naturally provides.