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CSJJ Day 16: stay cool, it’s just a kiss

high school reunions suck when you live in a small town. unless your old crush comes strolling back into town, along with those feelings you thought disappeared years ago. 

my @csjanuaryjoy​ piece of the day. special thanks to @thereqinamills​, @ive-always-been-a-pirate​, and @hook-come-back-to-me​ for being my sounding boards while i went back and forth on the nature of this piece. or alternately, angst? what angst? but i found some! so here, have some fluff, as well.

also on ao3!


The first thing Emma notices as she trails closely behind David and Mary Margaret into the rented out town hall, are the familiar faces that decided to attend their reunion. 

Granted, it’s not hard for the faces to all seem familiar to her, considering their little town in the middle of nowhere, Maine had the smallest senior class she’d seen in all her years in the foster system. 

The second thing Emma notices as she glues herself to David and Mary Margaret’s side in the town hall without that big of an open bar are the familiar sets of eyes staring back at her. 

She gets it, she does. She’s a sight to stare at, being the girl who disappeared before graduation and came back years later with a sealed juvenile record, a baby, and a bright yellow bug. 

If she has to endure one more positivity lecture from Mary Margaret (who organized the entire thing and dragged her here, against her will) she’s going to explode. 

So she makes a beeline for the bar area, ignoring the whispers along the way. Except the minute she gets there, she sees it’s not really a bar but more of a beverage area, with no booze in sight. 

“I can’t believe I skipped out on being a tenth level wizard for this,” Emma mutters under her breath. 

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percival graves is the reason of my never ending suffering (i love him)

(don’t tag as kin/me)


video game meme: [8/8] favorite female characters 


I started this a while ago but never got around to finish it properly.

Also instead of being this cold grumpy Hanzo I rather believe that he would be Supportive of his little brother.
Since it is his little brother after all and it’s fun with dyed hair

((Grönt är skööönt))


Headcannon that later in life, Mob uses his emotions to grow plants so he doesnt explode (uses them as an outlet sort of.)

its been so long but im still trying to figure out how you could go from “i love you” to “i don’t care about you anymore” in such a short amount of time


Some of my characters that will show up in No End in the distant future at some point. Not main cast but important characters in some story arcs either way. May not be final designs, it’s the first time I’ve actually drawn some of these lol they’ve just been… fully fleshed-out characters with vague appearance in my head.


note: not proofread. inspired by his new tattoo i meAN DAMN a piece of art on art. there needs to be more dean scenarios in this world. send in requests.

word count: 618 ; fluff

the sound of keys jingling by the front door told you your boyfriend was home but because you were already tired as hell from your own job, you didn’t bother getting up. you heard him enter the bedroom and set his things down by the end of the bed, followed by the rustling of clothing hitting the floor.

“baby,” the bed dipped as he crawled up next to you, making it a point to run his warm hand up your exposed leg. “wake up.”

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@koitoshi asked for Kenma and Kuroo wearing glasses and i was like siGN ME UP

anonymous asked:

misha with a beard can fuck me up i mean uhhh i didn't say anything

Originally posted by trenchcoatedangel67

No judgement here nonny we all love us a lil bit of bearded Misha

Inspired by @werewolfmcwolfy ‘s post 

AU where Sirius is a former child star just trying to go to college and “live a normal life” and Remus keeps posting memes of Sirius from his glory days in their class Facebook page.

This started as tags on the post, but then the tags got too long (this is super long - so sorry). And this is also sort of for @lala-lady-elena because you said you enjoy my tags and this is basically tags in not tag form - and I saw the post when you reblogged it <3. 

  • The amount of messages that Sirius probably sent THIS KID
  • and telling him that he needs to FOR THE LOVE OF GOD
  • just stOP
  • because he is RUINING his reputation as cool and suave
  • Sirius has put a lot of effort into making people forget about his very unfortunate childhood
  • (not that he was a bad actor)
  • (in fact, he actually won some award)
  • not that THE KID can ever know this
    • (warning: the kid definitely already knows this and is simply waiting for the best time to use this information to his advantage)
  • because if Sirius has to do something
  • he might as well excel
  • but that doesn’t mean he enJOYED it
    • how DARE you insinuate that Prongs?
    • I would never be so materialistic
    • ‘just yesterday you cried because the crop top you wanted was $40′
    • anyways
    • I got distracted by my own personal outrage at the price of clothing and decided to let Sirius be dramatic for me
  • but back to THIS KID
  • who won’t let Sirius be super cool and fly at uni
  • as he studies art???
    • economy????
    • how to be a pe teacher???
    • law????
  • idk let’s go with law
  • and THIS KID only responds to Sirius’s messages with memes of Sirius
  • and Sirius has no idea who this kid is
  • he’s never seen him on campus before
  • he doesn’t know what his major is
  • does he even go to the school???
  • so now one of tho things occurs
  • either one
    • Sirius starts posting flyers around the school
    • obviously they’re memed
    • asking for information on the Sirius Black memester
    • he probably offers massages (from James) or something like that - maybe authentic Indian food? 
    • well Lily sees it, and she’s Remus’s bff
      • and to be frank, she is sick and tired of Remus Lupin going on and on about wonder child Sirius Black and how amazing he is
      • honeslty, the amount of information that Remus has amassed on Sirius would make both the CIA and the FBI proud 
      • Remus probably knew things about Sirius that Sirius didn’t know
      • Lily was creeped out
      • and in desperate need of a massage 
    • so she gives Sirius Remus’s contact info, and she gets her massage from James and then everything is happily ever after
  • or TWO
    • the next semester starts
    • and Sirius is taking this ancient civilizations course 
    • and he sees this super dorky adorable guy sitting in the front/middle of the room
    • and Sirius positions himself so that he’d be able to see a clear view of this adorables guys’ face
    • and it’s a relatively small class
    • so the prof calls out names (I don’t know if this is a thing that happens in uni’s if it isn’t, call it poetic license)
    • and the prof calls out remus lupin
    • and Sirius makes a mental note that THE KID is in the class
      • because he was too busy staring at the adorable guys face to pay attention to who responded 
    • and after class
    • Sirius runs out after the adorable guy (he didn’t pay attention and didn’t realize class was dismissed)
    • and he yells out before he can stop himself
    • and adorable guy turns around
    • and Sirius doesn’t know what to say
    • so he goes, “do you know who Remus Lupin is? I need to talk to him”
    • and Remus has sort of been planning this since he first saw Sirius walk into the class
    • goes, “yeah sure, let me give you his number” 
    • Sirius is dumfounded
      • he did not see Remus turn the corner and jump in happiness at his success like the little dork that is 
    • and slowly makes his way back to his apartment/dorm with james 
    • where he texts remus and then they live happily ever after 
    • because I really need to stop typing and do homework
All I See Is You

@demisexualhale Isaac, my dear bro, you know I love you. I admire your drive to write so much and it’s actually inspiring. I haven’t written this much in so long and it’s all thanks to you! So, I tried to write you some fluff. I don’t know where the angst came from, and this is kinda inspired by Deathbeds by Bring Me The Horizon, and I’m gonna stop this nervous rambling and hope you like it.  Stay awesome, my friend, and have a very happy birthday <3

Note: set in the past, but don’t count on any historical accuracy.

The sunlight catches on Stiles’ eyes like it does on the glass chandeliers in the ballroom at 3 o’clock every day, when the sun breaks out between the trees just right. Stiles’ eyes shine like the sun itself, brightening everything around them. They make the sky bluer and the clouds fluffier. They make the birds sing louder and they warm the air the way the oven warms the kitchen with the sweet scent of jam filled pastries whenever Oliver bakes.

Those are only a few reasons why Stiles has the prettiest eyes in the whole land – and probably, Derek thinks, in the whole world. They glint in a more gracious way than the fur of their most prized red chestnut thoroughbred when freshly groomed. And even gold has nothing on the honey brown color in Stiles’ eyes that thrives with passion whenever Stiles’ talks. His eyes widen and contract in perfect harmony with Stiles’ rising and falling tone. The speckles of moles and faded sun-induced freckles that frame Stiles’ face only perfect the picture. Stiles is a masterful compilation of creamy pale skin – only reddened by the flush that ever so often befell his cheeks when he talked so fast that he lost his breath.

Derek could stare at just Stiles’ face for hours and never get bored – the way Stiles will bite his lips or let them stretch into a signature smirk that makes Derek’s stomach flop. Not to mention how much Derek likes watching Stiles aside from that, with his wild hands and surprise jerks. Stiles thrives with energy. He tells a story with every inch of his body.

Stiles is the most magnificent thing Derek has ever seen and he’s seen Lydia Martin who is rumored to be the most beautiful girl in the kingdom. Derek doesn’t see the appeal, not when he gets to look at Stiles every single day.

“Hey! Are you even listening to me?” Stiles accuses and smacks Derek’s chest with the back of his hand. Derek grunts and finally looks away from the boy lying next to him, who had pulled his eyebrows together and pursued his lips in his most accusatory expression. Reaching for the hands that is resting on his chest, he closes his eyes in an attempt to clear his mind.

“When do I ever listen to you, Stiles?”

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i keep sketching lotor

i don’t know what else to do, i’m losing control and i can’t be stopped