they are so adorable and pretty


You stared at yourself in the mirror, your gaze momentarily flickering to the door you’d locked before turning back to yourself. The shower had long since been forgotten as you gazed at your bare figure in the mirror of the skeleton brother’s bathroom. Back at your old apartment, you’d given away all but one of your mirrors, and seeing yourself on display was making you feel sick.

You could barely handle looking down at yourself when you were changing, let alone being forced to see your entire body in the hyper-lighting of the skele bros bathroom.

You wanted to look away, but you were having trouble doing so. Your eyes hadn’t seen your full body in so long, not even last night, when you’d been bare in Sans’ bedroom. Now, however, it was nearly impossible not to stare.

You pinched at you bare hips, glaring at the sum of flesh gathered there with a surge of discontent. Your eyes trailed over your form reluctantly, taking in every little imperfection without a trace of forgiveness.

Your gaze lingered on your thighs, and the faint stretch marks there which you’d gotten during puberty. Your mom had pointed them out at the lunch table recently, when you’d worn your favorite pair of shorts. They’d mostly faded from the ugly red they’d been when you were younger, but standing in the bathroom in nothing but your undergarments, they stood out like snow in july.

You glanced away, feeling your eyes begin to sting.

Next in your analysis of yourself where your hips and stomach, both of which you nearly always hid behind an oversized sweater or hoodie. There was too much flesh, there, despite your best efforts to cut down.

You bit your lip.

You remembered the time your sister had put away half the food on your plate when you were twelve. When you had asked why, she’d shrugged with a less than discreet glance at your figure. Or when your mom had informed you that you couldn’t wear your favorite shirt because it showed off too much skin, and who wanted to see that?

You’d stopped eating for a week, after that.

Your arms were not as toned as you would like. Your baby fat had never quite left your face, and your smile showed off the gap in your teeth your braces had never quite been able to fix.

Your entire life people had stared at you without ever seeing. All they saw was how you looked, and how much skin you were showing, how much makeup you were wearing, how tall you were, how much you weighed, and how you dressed. Some of it was good, and some of it was bad, but you never failed to overlook the bad. How could you, when someone was constantly at your ear telling you how little you measured up?

You’ll never look as pretty as they are.

Your own mother thinks you’re ugly, and she’s your mom.


Who would want that?

You hugged your arms over your chest as your eyes finally settled on your face, only to realize with a start that you were crying.

“whatcha doin’, sweetheart?”

You cursed violently at the sound of Sans’ voice right at your ear, and you stumbled backwards away from him as you clutched at your chest. He wasn’t supposed to be home yet.

“shit, kid, sorry. i, uh, didn’t mean to scare ya,” Sans quickly backpedaled, holding up his hands in front of him like a shield. You didn’t even care, however, wiping at your eyes furiously as you tried to hide the fact you’d been crying. Your face burned with shame as you shrunk in on yourself, trying to hide as much flesh as your would with your arms. It wasn’t as if Sans hadn’t seen you undressed before or anything, but you just weren’t in the mood to expose yourself at the moment. He’d just stare, and you were so sick of people looking at you and only seeing your body.

“Maybe knock next time, Sans?” you managed after a moment, meaning your words to be light and humorous. However, your voice cracked besides yourself, which was something that did not go by Sans unnoticed. He froze, finally taking in the tears on your face and the way you were curled in on yourself.

“hey, you okay, sweetheart?”
“Yeah, I’m alright.”

You were lying, and Sans was not an idiot. His shit-eating grin slid off his face.

“shit, kid, i’m sorry, it was just a joke.i didn’t mean ta upset you,” He stammered. You’d never responded to his scares like that. “i, uh, saw your clothes outside, and, um, thought you might be showering and would maybe want a little compa….”

You stared sharply at your toes, refusing to let the tears fall from your tratious eyes. You didn’t trust your voice anymore.

There was a pause.


You glanced up at him with a convincing smile. “Hey, it’s okay! I’m fine, I told you.” Your eyes glimmered, and your dimples gnawed at your cheek as you laughed it off.

Except that’s not what you did.

What you did was start sobbing.

Sans was on you in an instant, his sockets wide and his hands flying over you as he checked for any harm that had come to you to procure such an abrupt spurt of tears.

“shit, kid, what is it? are you- did something happen? are you hurt? did anyone- what happened? are you okay?”

You shook your head, hugging your knees to your chest. Sans cursed under his breath.

“did someone hurt you?”

You shook your head yet again, shuddering as your fingers clutched at your eyes. You didn’t want him to see you crying. You didn’t want him to see you at all.

“did i hurt you?”

“No,” you managed, burying your face in your arms.

“what happened, then? c’mon, sweetheart, talk to me.”

“It’s stupid,” you replied shortly, pulling your hand away from his grip. He was firm, however, and kept you still.

“you’re fucking crying, that’s not stupid. you’re crying and i don’t know why, and that’s not stupid.”

“I’m crying because- because I’m sick of being me, okay?” You suddenly burst through your tears, your voice coming out a little garbled from the emotion clogging your lungs. Sans seemed momentarily taken aback, and you couldn’t seem to stop yourself now that you’d started. “I’m so sick of looking at myself in the mirror and seeing someone I hate looking back. I hate people looking at me and only seeing how I look. I hate my thighs, and my skin, and my neck, and my cheeks, and the stupid bags under my eyes. I hate my smile, and my boobs, and my stomach. I fucking hate it, Sans, i-”

You cut yourself off with a broken sob, hiding your face in your arms as you curled in on yourself a little tighter. Wet, hot tears streaked down your face and burned at your eyes.

It was just too much.

The next thing you knew Sans was wrapping his arms around you, hugging you so tight all the breath was knocked out of your lungs. You tensed for a moment, before throwing your arms around Sans yourself and burying your face into the crook of his vertebrae.

He rocked you back and forth in his arms, holding you tighter and tighter as he whispered assurances and genuine murmurs of comfort into your ears. He told you how much he loved you, and how perfect you were. He told you how much he cared about you, and how lucky he thought he was you’d ever even looked at him. He ran his fingers through your hair and told you that you meant the world to him. He looked you in the eyes and kissed away your tears with so much reverence and sheer love you felt as though you might cry again, and you were anything but a whimp. On the contrary, you were one of (if not the) strongest people Sans had ever met, which he informed you firmly. He’d never once thought you were anything less than perfect, and anyone who dared to think otherwise was either blind or an idiot. You were incredible. He loved every single inch of you, and wouldn’t trade you for all the naps in the world.

He didn’t bring it up again, after that. He just gave you one of his shirts and pulled you into bed, where he turned on your favorite TV show and ran his fingers through your hair. He’d always been a decently affectionate person, but ever since then he’d begun to express it more and more often.

You certainly didn’t feel perfect right away, but that was alright. You figured even if you didn’t love yourself, Sans had more than enough love for you to cover for it.

Here’s the combination of several asks, all of which I have been wanting to answer for a while. 

You guys are beautiful, okay? Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. I used to have a lot of body image issues (mostly because of things family members had said to me) and it had gotten to the point where I had stopped eating because of it. Don’t do that, guys. Don’t let people make you feel like you’re anything less then incredible. What do they matter, anyways? You shouldn’t be judged because of how you look, whether it be good or bad. So what if your nose isn’t straight? It’s still the most damn adorable thing in the world. So what if your face is round? You’re still fabulous. So what if you’re short? You can give better hugs! 

You’re beautiful.

And pretty fucking amazing, if you ask me.

Yoonjin + baby!Jikook

Starring in a lil’ Office AU

Word count: 1.1k+

Fanart that inspired this ♥

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“Papa! Papa, look!”

Min Yoongi turns to find little Jungkookie jumping up and down, holding something between his tiny fingers.

“What is it?” he asks, following the boy’s movement.

“It’s a HAT!”

“Is it?” Yoongi says with a chuckle.

“It’s a BUNNY HAT!”

“I see.”


“You do?”




In his enthusiasm, Jungkook somehow trips on his own feet and loses his balance.

“Careful!” Yoongi exclaims, catching the kid in extremum.

The boy blinks and gets back up. As if nothing had happened, he starts jumping again.

“Papa, I need this hat!!!”

“Hm…” Yoongi lets out, an overly attentive expression on his face. “In exchange, will you clean your room?” he asks.

Jungkook stops moving. A few seconds pass.

He takes a deep breath, thoughtful. His eyes fall on the piece of clothing.

“Okay!” he says with determination, holding the hat up.



“Then… fine. It’s yours,” he says, putting the item into the shopping cart.

“YAYY!!” Jungkook exclaims, and he starts running around again.

Yoongi sighs, but he can’t help but grin.


“Stop trying to take your shirt off,” Kim Seokjin demands.

“But it’s too warm…” Jimin says with a pout.

“I know, love,” Jin replies, picking the boy up. “But it’s not warm enough to only wear one layer. Plus, this looks really cute on you.”

Jimin glances down at his chick hoodie and puffs his cheeks.

“You’re the cutest cutiepie!” Jin declares, pulling the hood on his kid’s fluffy hair.

“But Daddy, it’s too hot!”

“Shush,” Jin retorts with a half-smile. “You wouldn’t want you to catch a cold, now, would you?”

Jimin shakes the hood away and Jin sighs, giving up. Holding Jimin with his left arm, he somehow manages to get out of the house in one piece. He walks to the car.

“Good morning, boss,” the chaffeur greets him.


As he’s pulling the seatbelt across his boy’s belly, Jin notices the kid is avoiding eye contact.

You can’t be serious,” he thinks.

“Are you mad at me…?” Jin asks.





No answer.

“Ah…” Jin lets out. “I was going to bake you some cookies tonight, but since you’re mad at me…”

Jimin slowly turns his head. They stare at each other.

“With chocolate chips?” the boy asks in a small voice.

Jin smirks. “Loads of it.”

Jimin purses his lips and slowly pulls his hood up.


Jungkook hides behind Yoongi’s leg, peeking at the stranger before him.

“Is there anything we should know?” the woman asks Yoongi.

“Well,” he replies. “He’s a bit shy… And, you know, we just moved here, so he’s still a bit disoriented.”

“I can see that,” she chuckles.

They talk a bit, and already it’s time for Yoongi to leave. He carefully pushes little Jungkook towards the woman.

“I’ll be back soon, okay?”

“But…” the boy breathes, lips trembling.

Yoongi bends down to Jungkook’s level.

“Hey…” he breathes, putting a hand against the other’s cheek. “You’re gonna met new friends, and it’s going to be fun, I swear. I’ll be back before you know it. Okay?”

“Papa…” Jungkook says, his eyes watery.

Yoongi kisses his forehead.

“I have to go. I love you, and I’ll come pick you up as soon as I can.”


Yoongi’s lips curve into his cheeks. “Promise.”


The new daycare’s employee bows when Jin comes into the room. They politely chat for a minute, but Jin can tell she’s uncomfortable. It’s almost like “CEO” is written in neon letters above his head. He excuses himself.  

“Bye, Daddy!” Jimin shouts.

Jin gently pats his head. “I’ll see you in a bit, lil’ mochi.”


The fact that the coffee is still too hot doesn’t stop Yoongi from taking a long sip. The amount of social interaction a first day at work demands is truly draining.

And lunchtime hasn’t even passed yet,” he thinks as he offers a forced smile to an umptieth new colleague.


Kim Seokjin loosens his tie. It’s been a long day.

He walks towards the daycare center. Jin’s eyebrows dart up when he hears loud voices and cries. His pace quickens.

“-can’t stay here forever, Kookie!”

“Yes, I can!”

“You’ll be back tomorrow! Now, come on, take your backpack. We’re going home.”

“No, no, no!”

Jin arrives at the scene, head slightly tilted. Before him, a man is crouching next to a little boy… who appears to be holding Jimin’s hand.

“What’s the matter?” Jin questions, taking a step forward.

The daycare’s employee jumps. “Sir! I- I didn’t see you enter. We, uh- We’re having a bit of trouble…”

“I can see that,” Jin replies, and the employee blushes furiously. “No, I didn’t mean-” He pauses, internally sighing. “Jiminie, what are you doing?”

“I’m playing with my friend Kookie.”

The man who was talking to the pair turns to Jin.

“This is your kid?” he asks.

Jin blinks. Strange. People rarely even look him in the eye, and this man talks to him in such a familiar manner.

“Yup,” Jin answers.

“Then, can you help me out? They won’t stop holding hands!”


“Kookie won’t let go of your kid’s hand! He wants to… Uh- I’m not actually sure what he wants.”

“I wanna stay with Chimchim!” the boy declares, and Jimin nods with vigor.

“I already told you-”

“But I like Chimchim! I wanna be with him!”

The man turns to Seokjin, an exhausted expression upon his face. “Help,” he mouths.

Jin remains silent a few moments, taking in the absurdity of the situation.

“You wanna stay with Kookie too, Jimin?” Seokjin asks.


“How much?”

“Hmmm,” Jimin mumbles. “As much as I love you!”

A laughter escapes Jin’s lips, and he turns to the other boy’s father.

“What your name?” he inquires.

“Me? Uh- It’s Min Yoongi.”

“Yoongi…” Jin says thoughtfully. “What about dinner?”



A silence.

“We could eat out together with the kids. On me.”

Yoongi appears confused.

“Do you happen to have plans tonight?” Jin inquires.

“N-no, but-”

“Then it’s settled!” Jin says with a grin.

Yoongi is too stunned to reply. By the time he has gathered his wits, the children are uttering happy shouts. Eyes on Jungkook’s beaming face, Yoongi feels his protest die in his throat.

“Shall we?” Jin asks, already holding his son’s bag.

Yoongi hesitates. He takes a last look at Jungkook.

He’s got me wrapped around his little finger…” he thinks.

“Well?” Jin questions.

“Sure… Let’s go.”


Little Jungkook is soundly sleeping on the side of the booth. His head is leaning against Jimin, who has drool dripping from the corner of his mouth.

“They’re pretty goddam adorable, aren’t they?” Jin whispers, bringing Yoongi back to reality.

Yoongi takes a few seconds to answer, observing the kids. “They sure are…”

The children breath regularly, strands of hair falling on their foreheads.

“I could watch him sleep for hours,” Jin murmurs.

“You don’t even know how much I relate to that statement,” Yoongi says with a soft chuckle.

They remain silent, smiling.

“So…” Jin says, and Yoongi turns to him.


“Is it time to head home?”

“Oh,” Yoongi lets out flatly. “I guess it’s getting late-”

“Unless you want to chat.”

Yoongi opens his mouth. Closes it. Lightly frowns.

Jin feels his cheeks heat up. “Not that you have to, of course, I just mean that- well, I thought since you’re new and all I could uh- tell you how things are around here and- and all that… You know…”

He mentally slaps himself and thinks of what an idiot he is… But then Yoongi’s lips curl up, and Jin’s mind goes blank.

“Why not?” Yoongi lets out.

I love to write about smol!bts so much asdfghjkl :’)) Thanks to @yorlenisama for her beautiful fanarts and to @weakforjin on twitter for the basic idea ♥


It’s interesting, because when you look back at season 1 tom, you have to remember at that point in time he was still supposed to be all demon and his parents were both supposed to be as well ((And were supposed to suck))

Must be awkward trying to explain stuff like THIS now that that’s been changed because season 1 Tom was still “All-Demon, abused” Tom:

((I do wonder if some changes to make Tom less undead have to do with his new parents.))

But hey, those of us weren’t wrong when it came to the relevant idea Tom was undergoing abuse. It WAS the original idea for Tom, but….we’ll see where it goes now.

Tbh, it’s actually pretty amusing for Dave, they changed him immensely. “The Big Guy” is actually really tiny and rather more adorable then what he’s built up to be. But he is hinted to still have the anger issues, so it seems like that element has not been removed from his character despite all the other changes we see and the ones we’ll find out about later.

Not to mention how funny it is for Tom’s tiny mortal parent to be the “Threatening One” while his larger, more scary looking parent is the “Sweet One”. But then again it’s Daron, who LOVES avoiding cliches and stereotypes and smashing them to the ground, so i can’t be surprised. It’s interesting, it’s a change i’m really curious about and i wonder how much it’ll play into Tom’s character or how much it’ll be explored.

Changing them changes TOM as well, this is just as important to his character and his future on the show.

EXO’s Reaction to You Being Scared of the Sea

A/N: (im rly scared of the ocean so i appreciated this tyvm) yeah so…my writer’s block is The Worst and is a Nightmare From Hell™ so i just put them in categories. i couldnt seem to make each individual reaction that unique so i hope this suffices

Xiumin, D.O, Suho, Lay:

They would find your phobia sort of endearing in an odd way, and wouldn’t want to make it any worse for you. They’d lay out a multitude of blankets for you so you wouldn’t have to even touch the sand with your skin if you didn’t want to. Whenever you showed worry, they’d reassure you that there was no way the water could reach where you two were sitting. Knowing you can’t control what you fear, they wouldn’t make you feel guilty or stupid for having this phobia.

Chen, Kai, Baekhyun:

As much as they adore you, they’d find this unusual fear pretty funny. They’d never go overboard, not wanting to actually scare you, but don’t be surprise if they try to pull you closer towards the water and chuckle at your terrified reaction. After a while they’d drop it, opting to just enjoy the sights and sounds while laying next to you.

Sehun, Chanyeol:

These two would be the only ones that would actually try to help you overcome your fear. They’d start slow, just playing with the sand and coaxing you into building a castle with them. Being good boyfriends, they wouldn’t force you into the water, but would make a show of how much fun they were having to show you that the ocean was safe where they were. During the whole thing, they’d make sure to let you know that you weren’t “ruining the fun” just because you were a little scared.

One Hundred Ways to Say ‘I love you’ - 59: “Wow.”

Another prompt from @queseraone (I love these)!

Again, huge thanks to@justkillingtimewhileiwait  for her beta’ing help :)

Thank you to everyone who is reading too, and all of the feedback! <3 Please let me know what you think again - I seriously love reading all your thoughts. It truly makes my day. 

If you have any prompts off this list you’d like me to write, just message me! (That list is also a master post for all the prompts I’ve so far :))

“…and then in a few weeks’ times, the Hawks are gonna lift the Cup with all three of us right there watching. Maybe I’ll feel generous and invite your Uncle Will too,” Jay explained to his son in the one-sided conversation they were currently having whilst carefully trying to get his little feet into the equally little shoes whilst he was distracted by his talking. “I’m going to make sure you have all the best stories to tell when you grow up.”

The seven-month-old sat obediently on the couch dressed in a tiny Blackhawks shirt with ‘Halstead’ printed on the back, jeans and the cutest Hawks hat he had ever seen planted backwards on his head just like his daddy whilst Jay knelt in front of him to complete the task at hand. It didn’t help Sammy preferred to grab at his father’s hat or his own socks when possible, though with some diversion tactics of tickling or pressing kisses to his hands as Jay pried them away, he finally got him ready.

“There, all done!” Jay announced with extra enthusiasm, revelling in the way Sammy clapped and laughed back, dimples that were a mirror of his mother’s curving into his cheeks, and babbled what he swore was something that almost sounded like ‘Dada’. Sighing contently, he held the child securely by the waist and slid him forward on the couch. “God, you’re just too adorable. How did I get so lucky with you, baby boy?”

“Are you sure taking a seven-month-old to a hockey game is a good idea? It’s pretty cold in there,” Erin called out from their bedroom, repeating the worries she had been voicing for the past three days.

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Lazy afternoon. Shiro lies on the bed, his kitten splayed on his chest, purring with content. One of Lance’s ears perks suddenly, as if something tickled him there.

Shiro starts to play with these soft, silky ears , causing Lance’s head to move away with quiet giggle.

“Kashiii~” he mutters, smile on his sleepy face, when Shiro reaches for his ears again to try and tug at them gently, but as soon as he has them in his fingers, Lance shakes his head in such adorable way, Shiro has to try grab his ears once more. And again. Lance keeps on giggling and tries to move his head away.

After few minutes of this silly, but such cute little game Shiro grabs Lance’s head, moving it closer and pulling his ears aside with his thumbs to place a long, loving kiss on his soft wavy hair.

“You are so impossibly adorable…” he murmurs, inhaling sweet scent of Lance’s pretty curls.

“And you are such a dork~” his kitten mewls mockingly, but he can hear that loving tone in his voice.

They both chuckle quietly, before Shiro leans to steal a kiss from his lovers lips.

anonymous asked:

Imagine Pennywise’s s/o trying to teach him how to drive for the first time ever- (Like that would end or go well at all. I’m betting he’d crash the car or something-)

Oh my fucking God

-you tell him to start the car and hey,, he does it!!

-the radio instantly turns on and he JUMPS!! IT SCARED HIM!!

-instead of saying ‘shift’ he says 'shit’ and it’s adorable, he tries so hard

-he keeps slamming the brakes whenever the car moves

-he finds the windshield wipers

-now you have to calm him down from a laughing fit

-he keeps D O ING IT!!


-he starts moving and it’s going pretty good but he JUST FUCKING LETS GO OF THE WHEEL AND STARTS TRYING TO OPEN TGE DOOR


-by the end of everything the only damage that’s done is mental plus a small scratch on the side


Hi everyone!

Due to popular demand, I have decided to open a RedBubble shop! 

On my shop, you can buy stickers of my icon and other photos that I’ve taken over the years. There’s also some other pretty cool things, such as clocks, phone / laptop skins, prints, journals, and so much more!

HERE is the link to my profile.

Here are also links to a few, likely popular items: 

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I am so excited to share this with you all! Please share and check out the link.

Hope your day is buzzing with joy :)

anonymous asked:

Good art blogs you know?

Oh boy, there’s a lot. @pastelmidori @kizanavevo, and @sapphiresaffron are a few. @occultie and my funcles @pangema and @demi-gema (who has a million blogs and I don’t know which one to tag since none of them, to my knowledge, are completely focused on art) have some pretty good art too, though they aren’t art blogs. I adore @chimoruki and @sparkthequeen ‘s art as well.

That’s a few people, but I can’t remember everyone that does art…

anonymous asked:

I was wondering if you could draw a oumeno scenario where ouma gets jealous/ overprotective of Yumeno?? You don’t have to of course!! I love all your drawings(your art style is honestly adorable!!) well, hope you have a great day!! (Your deemo drawing is really pretty!!) and if you do, thank you so so much!! (But you don’t have to)

..I admit, I’m very weak with praises////v/// aa thank you for being considerate and asking very politely/caring how I would feel and of my consent!! You keep giving me a choice over and over and I felt that’s very nice of you ;v;/// You’ve been too kind that I found it really hard to say no and I missed drawing ouma anyway

This is what I came up with! I think it’d be different from what you had in mind when you asked but still, I hope you enjoy! Thanks for wishing me a good day and for all the compliments, I’m touched and I appreciate it so much!

the comic didn’t have yumeno in it despite the oumeno scenario you sent so I drew her as a bonus!

So I decided to upload some of my Belle cosplay pictures. I only have some selfies as usual, but I actually like them quite a lot. I hope I can get some nice pictures someday, because the dress is actually really lovely and it twirls so well! It was made by @silberglanz who is just super talented with cosplay stuff and in general so I am very grateful she made it for me. Under the cut because heavy pictures and I am still kind of shy //////

I wasn’t sure if I really should do her because she is so pretty and all, but a lot of people told me that she kind of suits me and this is like i don’t know some of the best compliments I ever got for my looks

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theshineeng  asked:

hey ; u ; pls don't feel bad for your sappy tags i love them. i am also a v emotive & loving person and i am so happy for you that you met jonghyun!! he is a person i really love as well and i can't imagine how happy you must be!! <3333 i hope you don't find me creepy to randomly pop out of nowhere in your ask box ; n ;

aaah no no i really don’t find you creepy at all my precious darling i’m actually

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people tell me this all the time especially @staerry-sky…. 


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he’s really something special, something amazing, something beautifully crafted. He’s such a gift to this world. I am so happy i get to live the same time as him. To be touched by his artistry and his personality and his entire being. I am happy I get to love someone like him.

samanthaauburn  asked:

I feel weirdly embarrassed asking this, but uh... Dan Avidan and the letter T? (My husband gave me a random letter. =P) (omg why is this so weirdly embarrassing. XP Probably cuz I don't write myself into fics.)

T: An obscure AU 

Dan was pretty sure Sam was one of the most adorable people he’d met. She was a bit quiet around him at first, but when they’d gotten on the topic of her writing, she hadn’t been able to stop talking. Her eyes had lit up, hands gesturing excitedly in the air as she described her latest book.

Dan smiled softly, head resting on his hands as she spoke. He was pretty sure she could talk about almost anything and he’d be just as enthralled.

“You’re so cute,” He said, chuckling when she stopped speaking, a blush on her cheeks.

Disclaimer:  I have a pretty extensive backstory (some romance and a lot of angst) involving Aizawa for Satsuka (too long to write in a post unless if im actually writing it with a partner) but I also love Erasermic greatly so either way she was on board as a high schooler/adult.

Satsuka used to have long unkempt hair that she chopped off after graduating, and she can feel people’s emotions by touching them, beyond just making eye contact.  So, she grabs Shouta’s hand and discovers his massive crush on his classmate.

Anyway, i really just wanted to draw them inthe same space as youngins.  All of my stuff between them is vastly like… just maintained by me but w/e I don’t care about keeping it to myself.

Hottest Inazuma Boy

Kay so I’ve been seeing this going around and… I just had to do it! That was a fun idea @shawn-and-aiden-frost-9 lol

So in you wanna smooch them? Not just “cute”, right? x)

  1. Kudou Michiya (not the GO version, let me forget his awful moustache please)
  2. Adult Kazemaru. Yes please. His haircut is so pretty, too!
  3. Ishido Shuuji. Damn.
  4. UHHHHH ADULT FUDOU?? I MEAN?? Who doesn’t want to smooch him?
  5. Yuuichi. His smile is adorable and I want to protect him with my life also I love his mole.

Tagged by the GORGEOUS @yikes-anotherkpopblog for the bias selfie tag! Me + my two adorable husbandos 😘 It was SO HARD to find one for Heechul since he literally does not smile in any of his photos and that’s like… all I do?? 😂

I’m pretty sure everyone and their mother has done this one, but if you haven’t please consider yourself tagged + tag me in it so I can see all of your BEAUTIFUL FACES 😍

rosebadwolf1000  asked:

Okay random idea: Not gwenvid more like best friends . So I like to headcannon Gwen as gay as shit and she thinks she likes David but really it's just loving him as a super close friend and David is totally chill with that and the two are epic tag team

Well that’s pretty damn adorable. Them as platonic life partners is a very nice headcanon.