this is a present for my friend

I’m going so insaaaaane for this serieeeeee  ¸.•*¨) ♫ ♪

[I know that a lot of ppl is drawing Toshinori with the U.A. uniform, at the same age of Yamada e Aizawa, but it’s really.. not? He should be more close to Endevour’s age and he’s around 45, so… I hope it won’t offend anybody, I just imagine him like this!]

And in my mind they were friends even when Aizawa and Yamada were students, so BFF!  

One Day, I'll Marry You (Jared Kleinman x Reader)

This is my first DEH imagine (I’ve written a shit load of AWG fics.)

If it’s shitty it’s because I wrote this at 3 am and am too tried to proofread twice.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

Enjoy!

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Jared Kleinman.

The ever present Jared Kleinman

The family friend Jared Kleinman

The loser Jared Kleinman

The insanely annoying Jared Kleinman

For you Jared was a forced childhood friendship destined for failure from the get go. Or so your families thought. Your moms where friends in high school and remains friends till this day, and were elated when they discovered they were pregnant with babies at the same time! So close in time that you were born less than an hour apart on the same day, same month, same year. Which meant same birthdays and the joint parties! You and Jared had known each other from birth and were stuck with each other. No escaping him. Ever.

As the two of you got older it was apparent to the families of both parties that you two were most likely not going to be friends once your personalities developed. Jared loved video games and action figures and comic books, while you enjoyed playing outside, dolls, and kiddie makeup. Your mothers had predicted your separation after your first fight, what game was to be played. You weren’t even in school yet but they just knew. Or so they thought.

“It’s gonna happen and soon. You know they won’t stay friends” Jared’s mom said while drinking wine at the dining room table. You and Jared were hidden behind the wall, eavesdropping on them. They didn’t know this but the two of you were in a ninja phase, Jared was given Sly Cooper from his grandmother and you both LOVED IT.

“They think we are gonna like, breakup!” Jared whispered to you.

“We can’t breakup we’re not even married!” You replied your knowledge of the world so minimal, all you knew was marriage.

“Well we should prove them wrong!” He cheered. You heard both mothers suddenly stop talking, you locked eyes and took off down the hall way back to Jared’s room in a fit of giggles.

“Hey (y/n)?” Jared piped up after you were safely hidden in his room “when we’re older, like 13, I’m going to marry you!”

“I’ll say yes!” Your giggled picking up the Play Station controller.

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That was 14 years ago. This is today.

You were packing your over night bag to drop off at Jared’s before school, you really only packed clothes, you spent almost every weekend at the Kleinman’s so they had a set of over night things for you already.

Grabbing your keys off your nightstand you left the house from your back door, and you found yourself in the Kleinman’s kitchen, you knew this large house like the back of your hand, reminiscing slightly as you headed up to Jared’s room, little you in picture frames smiling brightly always with Jared. You stopped at your favorite, the two of you were sopping wet, holding hands, and neither of you aware of poison ivy and fevers manifesting in your bodies.

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You and Jared were 8 years old, it was the end of your joint birthday party, everyone was gone and your parents were helping clean up the small outdoor venue. For the first time all day the area was quiet, a mischievous smile painted on your face as the sound of running water swam to your ears.

“Jared! Jared listen! There’s a waterfall or something! Let’s go find it!!” Your chirped grabbing his hand and pulling him into the woods.

“(Y/N) we’re going to get in trouble!” He cried slipping his hand from yours.

“Jared if I’m going to be your wife you’re going to need to follow me anywhere!” You insisted. Ever since that day he said he’d marry you neither of you denied it. It seemed almost wrong for either of you to consider anyone else. And besides boys had cooties, Jared isn’t a boy. He is Jared and that’s different.

You two clambered through underbrush to the small river at the back end of the property. Sun shone down on to the shallow water, leaves tumbled gently from the oak trees above, and you and Jared shamelessly stripped down to your underwear and splashed into the stream.

After 30 minutes of of playing pretend in the river, you both were so cold you were blue and decided it was best to get dressed and head home. Your clothes were soaked from your splashing, and stuck to you like a second skin.

Your parents, worried sick, cried with joy when you guys showed up in the field by the venue. Jared’s mom gasped at her soaking wet, shivering son and his best friend. Your mom cracked up at the scene before her and instantly took a picture of the two of you, hands locked, soaked to the bone, grass stuck to your sticky skin, and grinning like mad men.

Later than evening both you and Jared were itchy like hell and coughing like crazy. The prognosis; poison ivy and a fevers from the cold river.

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You smiled and continued down the hallway to Jared’s room, pushing open white door you found your best friend just waking up. Blurry eyed and voice still husky from sleep he squinted at you confused. “W-what are you doing here?” He groaned as his hand reaching for the glasses that had fallen to the floor moments ago. Walking into his room you grabbed his glasses, put them on, and sat straddling his sleepy body.

“I’m staying the night of course. I’m just going to come straight here after school,” you replied poking is squishy face.

“Yes because your house is so very far away,” he rolled his eyes “where the fuck are my glasses?” In a fit of giggles you grabbed his face between your hands and leaned in close, your face and the glasses on them coming into focus.

“I don’t know J, where the fuck are your glasses?” You said dead serious.

“Go fuck a goat,” he scolded shoving you off onto the floor. You broke out into another fit of giggles, the last you’d seen of his face he was glaring at you, but that facade fell away and he smiled at you gently. He tapped your ribs with his foot as he got out of bed and went to his closet.

“You know if I’m going to be your wife, you need to treat me better!” You said as you got off the floor.

“Yes (y/n), because you’re so set on being my wife,” He deadpanned.

“Wow Mr. Kleinman if I didn’t know any better I’d say you’re jealous!” You gasped flopping onto his bed. He mumbled a response that you didn’t hear.

‘Well (y/n). It’s a great thing you don’t know any better,’ you never heard it. But it was a thought that had plagued Jared for a while now.


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School was slow and the only reason you didn’t give up preform a self inflicted virgin sacrifice in the bathroom was because Jared kept texting you about tonight.

From: Kleinmeme 🎮

My parents are having a date night, the house is ours till tomorrow. But dinner is up to us.

To: Kleinmeme 🎮

Pizza or Chinese?

From: Kleinmeme 🎮

Dad is leaving $50 like a fucking pimp, so the only reasonable dinner to buy is both and sodas.

To: Kleinmeme 🎮

Damn you. Making me hungry and also giving me a will to live via dinner.

From: Kleinmeme 🎮

You can’t die. I need you. How can I summon Satan if I don’t have his vessel?

To: Kleimeme 🎮

Stop texting me, if Mrs. P takes my phone I’m going to take your soul.


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“I’m just saying if you’re going to pick Bowser you’ve got to play to win!”

“ITS MARIO KART YOU DIPSHIT. I DONT PLAY TO WIN. I JUST WIN!”

“WANNA FUCKIN BET?”

You and Jared took off down the sidewalk, barreling full speed ahead to his front door. Running around his house you gathered pillows, blankets, and a nights worth of drinks. You placed orders for pizza and Chinese while Jared set up all of his gaming consoles in basement.


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It was midnight, you were pregnant with a Chinese-Italian baby and Jared was complaining he was going through food baby labor. The TV was playing Friends reruns and you and Jared were swaddled in tons of blankets.

“You know. I wouldn’t make a good wife. I can’t cook for shit. But damn I can order a good fuckin’ pizza,” you announced getting up to clean up the take out containers.

“That’s alright sweetheart, I’ll cook. You just go to work and look pretty” he replied in a surprisingly serious tone. You never thought Jared actually meant anything by his comments on your imaginary marriage, but you’d be lying if you hadn’t thought about him romantically.

“Did, did you just call me sweetheart?” You stuttered, your cheeks flushing. Suddenly you appreciated the darkness of the basement.

“I also said you look pretty, what’s your point. Also don’t even say I’m lying we both know you’re fucking drop dead gorgeous,” he grumbled, Jared was practically in love with you. You were his best friend, his partner in crime, and the one that got away. That is if he ever actually had you.

“Jared Kleinman! Are you professing your love to me!” You feigned shock, attempting to defuse the situation with humor.

“You know what, fuck it! (Y/full/N) I’m in love with you. I am. For once no jokes or memes. I’m seriously head over heels for you and have been since the 6th grade. You’re the only person who makes me feel like I’m not just an annoying nuisance. You listen to me prattle on and on about stupid memes and video games and you put up with all of my shit from late night rants to family vacation skype calls. You’re always here and you make me so unbelievably happy. God I love you. Your smile. Your eyes. Your humor. Your wit. Your body. God I fucking love your body. I love you,” he admitted. All you could do was stare at him in shock, you never even thought he could have feelings for you beyond friends. You wanted to hold him and kiss him and tell him you felt the same but you couldn’t move, your mind was going too fast for your body. “You know what forget it. Forget I said anything. You obviously don’t care. I’m sorry I know you don’t feel the same, I mean how could you? I’m just Jared Kleinman The ever present Jared Kleinman. The family friend Jared Kleinman, The loser Jared Kleinman, The insanely annoying Jared Kleinman. And you’re (y/n) and everyone knows you can do better than me by a long shot,” tears pooled in his eyes, you still hadn’t reacted, and he was just waiting for your disgusted rejection, but it never came.

“Jared Kleinman. You’re the best person I know. You always make me smile no matter how bad life gets. You’ve been here for it all, no matter how emotionally disturbed or distant I get. You keep me sane, you keep me safe, you keep me honest. I love you too, more than friends, more than best friends, more than I’ve loved anything ever,” you pulled him into your arms, his body racking with sobs. “Please stop crying, it’s okay, I’m not going anywhere,” you pet his hair and held him to you tightly. He slowly lifted his head from your shoulder and looked at you, his puffy, bloodshot eyes filled with happiness and love. Suddenly you were swept off you feet, he spun you around in joy, all at once you felt you feet return to the ground and you felt Jared’s lips land on yours. It wasn’t a nice kiss, it was wet with salty tears, it was uneducated, too fast and hard, but it was perfect because it was you and it was Jared.

You settled back into the make shift blanket mattress on the floor, curling into Jared’s chest you smiled, happier than ever. He placed a kiss on the top of your head, his arms wrapped around you shoulders.

“Hey (y/n),”

“Yes Jared?”

“You need to go home,”

“What! Why?”

“It’s Saturday. And Saturday is for the boys,”

“Go the fuck to sleep Kleinmeme,”

“Goodnight Love,”

“Goodnight squish,”

Feedback is always appreciated. AND REQUESTS ARE OPEN.

Tag Games

Rules: List all the things you’re currently working on in as much or as little detail as you’d like, then tag some friends to see what they’re working on: writing, art, gifsets, whatever.

Tagged by Luce @lclrgsl :)

*smh* I have too many WIPs, why am I like this


1) next chapter of ‘Capture by the Game’ aka nessian escort fic - I have a good chunk of the flashback written, *just* need to write the present time scenes

2) elucien vampire AU no one asked for - where Elain and Lucien bloodshare for the first time (established elucien) which may escalate into cuteness which might escalate into porn which might escalate into porn with plot and backstory bc apparently I have no self-control

3) Klaroline Gives Back drabble for @supremeuppityone - I have, like, 300 words written but I finally figured out (mostly) where this is going

4) Klaroline Gives Back drabble for @thetourguidebarbie - as of now, I have vague ideas and notes about it but surely those of you who know Angie well realize it will probably involve HP, blowjobs and a trope or two <3

5) something that might or might not bring Paula @howeverlongs to tears because Revenge™

6) part 2 to that nessian undercover dating mini drabble I did for fictional kiss meme because I got a request about it and I’m weak af and I really like the premise xD

7) nessian office/coffee shop AU based on this edit  that is A Mess and needs a LOT of polishing (and, you know, actually finishing it x)

8) part 2 of the rhycien political advisors AU because why not, I’m trash for those two

9) klaroline suits AU (I figured out who is who, does that count as starting?)

10) part 2 of “A Taste You Left In My Mouth”, pre-canon klaroline fic I wrote for Valentine Gift Exchange

11) final part of my klaroline GoT AU, ‘When The Sun Has Set’

12) also all the prompts I have left from the fictional kiss meme thingy, including klaroline, nessian, feysand and some amren x elain 🔥

I’m —

I should probably hide now and try to finish some of these 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️


Tagging (if you feel like doing this!): @purestheartslove, @lalainajanes, @catastrophicallyinlovewithbooks, @cupcakemolotov and @candycolamorgan

NAME OF YOUR MUSE. Enya Uneo

ONE PICTURE YOU LIKE / BEST OF FANART. this… is still my favorite

TWO HEADCANONS YOU HAVE FOR YOUR MUSE THAT YOU NEVER TOLD ANYONE.

  • during her time long ago in rehab, enya actually sort of made friends with another veteran. in which they both would sit next to each other and play animal crossing and sometimes visited each other’s towns. they, past and present, don’t keep up contact much (enya doesn’t even remember his name) but will still visit each other in game if they’re both playing.
  • the dae have a god-like figure that some are aware of (and who I’ll go into detail about eventually) who exists on the island and who enya learned about when she was on “vacation” recently. she currently has an almost obsession in learning what it is, what it does, etc. and will visit it whenever she is confused about or thinks of something new to ask. she’s less influenced by it’s. well, influence, being from another timeline, but only just

THREE THINGS THAT YOUR MUSE LIKES DOING IN THEIR FREE TIME.

  • spending time in her garage, bonus points if Sidney’s there
  •  hunting, hiking, generally spending time outdoors
  •  practicing her powers, mostly in finding new ways to do things our things she can manipulate and how

SEVEN PEOPLE THAT YOUR MUSE LOVES/LIKES/TOLERATES (TAKE YOUR PICK).

  • Sarah is top tier followed by Sidney. Others include Vince, Ava, Michael, Craig, and BILL.

TWO THINGS YOUR MUSE REGRETS.

(Regret is technically a bit strong, as enya doesn’t think in a “I should of done something different" if only because all her decisions are always right)

  • she’d kick her own ass for not contacting her people sooner than she did. It wouldn’t change anything (she hadn’t been too late or anything of the sort) but sooner would of been nice
  • sometimes, she’ll briefly regret in being the main force behind the removal of her claws and tail. but then she’ll remember why she lost them, and double down on how it was the right decision and she’d do it again

TWO FEARS YOUR MUSE HAS.

  • she still avoids any and all things that have to do with medication, and is clearly uncomfortable whenever people talk about it
  • losing control of herself, physically, or (more appropriately) loss of control with her powers, as it’s easy to snowball out of it

TAGGED BY: @dxtectiveinheels

TAG TEN PEOPLE TO DO THE SAME THING: @airxn , @bystcrdust , @natureofinjury if yall want!

did i ever tell ppl about the time me and my family thought my older brother was gay and dating his best friend? they used to hold hands and cuddle and shit all the time and cause my brothers super quiet we kinda just thought that was him coming out and didn’t really say anything about it. this went on for maybe two yrs and then one day he arrives home with this girl and is all ‘id like you guys to meet my girlfriend’. at this point everyone is ’????’ and my mom is literally crying and like 'u broke up with James?!?!?!’ and honestly I’ve never seen a man more confused in his life and yeah that’s the time my family fucked up for like 2 yrs

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aidenjpg  asked:

thomas, i just woke up from a dream where i was at the shelter picking out a dog and you were there and i was like "thomas help me pick a puppy!" and you were like "why would you put this burden on me?? how am i supposed to choose??" it was great. anyways i love you and thank you for your positivity, your internet presence never fails to make me happy 😊

This isn’t far from the truth tho? I think it’s mainly my issue with not getting a dog, cause I wouldn’t be able to choose. But if you think I’m bad, please consider my mom. Our present two dogs, Oliver and Lucy, were a direct result of her secretly going out and adopting them behind my dad’s back. No lie, he got so frustrated each time hahah. She got a third, but my dad insisted she take him back but we got a friend to adopt him.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! 🎊🎉🎁🎀✨✌😄

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“Sparkling like the stars you love so much”

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a very late HAPPY BIRTHDAY @pussycat-scribbles   <3 I hope this new year of your life treats you well so that you achieve all the goals you set for yourself.

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@gro-ggy commissioned me to draw a set of Esmeralda pictures from @shenanimation‘s Scalie Schoolie for a friend of hers. Esmeralda has a very fun body type and I’m a fan of all of Shen’s work so it was just all in all a blast to draw! 

May I present to you: Jensen “I Hate Cats” Ackles and Misha “My True Form Is an *Actual* Cat” Collins

So I’m reposting this image on my art blog because it’s buried on a blog I no longer use, and this image deserves to see the light of the sun again.

This was from Chicon 2015.  There’s a pretty funny story that goes with it.

My friend and I came up with the idea to ask them to wear cat ears.

(Here I am, trying to push the blame off on her… let’s be real: this was MY idea.)

Anyway, we giggled at the thought of asking them to wear the cat ears and play with a ball of yarn because, I guess, we’re bad people? It was funny talking about it. It was funny planning it. 

But then, when you’re standing in line holding two headbands with cat ears clipped to them and clutching a tangled ball of yarn and slowly approaching two of the most beautiful men you’ve ever seen, it maybe doesn’t sound as funny anymore.  Because you’re going to have to look these men, who you are suddenly TERRIFIED of, right in their BEAUTIFUL GODDAMN EYES and ask them to do something VERY silly.

My friend and I planned our strategy while waiting in line. Everyone says that the photo ops go SO FUCKING FAST. Well, they’re not lying. We knew we wouldn’t have a ton of time to explain what we wanted them to do. My friend asked me if we were actually going to do this. It wasn’t too late for us to take our own ears off and stash the pairs we brought for Jensen and Misha and just ask for  hug instead. But no, I had bought those damn rainbow cat ears, and I had this image in my head, and I was all in at that point. We agreed that she would hold Jensen’s pair and go straight to him and explain, and I would hold Misha’s pair and the yarn, and do the same for him.

It was finally our turn. I made a beeline for Misha, holding out the ears in offering. His eyes zeroed in on the headband and he gave a bemused smile.

“CanyoupleaseputtheseonMishapleasethankyou!” I managed to squeak out. Misha smiled and took the headband and put it on, and the moment those ears touched his head he got this haughty little look on his face. His back arched just a little bit.  I swear, in that moment, that man became a fucking cat. He somehow just casually embodied the collective universal feline energy, and it was instantaneous.

I glanced over at my friend, and she’d clearly asked Jensen the same thing, because he took the headband, and with the BIGGEST, MOST EXAGGERATED long-suffering sigh and a massive eye roll, he put the ears on his head. He looked fucking adorable. And grumpy. He literally WAS a grumpy cat.

We moved in to pose, and I remembered the yarn. I held it out at them, babbling something like, “Canyouguys, justlike,  playwiththeyarntogetherTHANKYOUSO MUCHOHGODOHGODOHGOD”. Misha grabbed the yarn and held it out to Jensen, who gave another eye roll.  I stepped back, unable to do anything other than SQEE internally. And then…click. It was done.

They took their headbands off and handed them back to us. Misha fussed with his hair.  Jensen was actually smiling, but in a very sassy, y’all are weird and I don’t understand you and I think there is actually something wrong with you kind of way. My friend and I thanked them profusely, and we started walking away, dazed and euphoric.

We must have gotten about five feet away when we both heard Jensen call out, “I FUCKING HATE CATS!” We looked over our shoulders, and Jensen and Misha cracking up was the last thing we saw as we were ushered out of the room.

………..

So yeah. That’s the story of how Misha is apparently an avatar of sacred feline grace, and Jensen just really fucking hates cats.

And now this image exists.

You’re welcome, internet.

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Also, I’ve recently started using this as a meme background for my “Quotes Without Context” on my meme page.

The quote that inspired me to use this image?

“I’d rather be watching the news with my cat.”

If anyone is interested in were I got the ears, they were purchased from PricelessCompanions on Etsy. They are awesome.

Your friends all crushing on Damian Wayne

• You thought they were joking when they pointed to Damian.

•You gave him the nickname Double A.

•Arrogance and Animosity.

•They had a hard time trying to figure out how to get his attention.

•Once they tried just walking up to him to start a conversation.

•Instant fail, he ignored them all.

•He constantly glares at your group when they whisper about him.

•Once glared directly at you.

•You gave a sheepish smile and a slight wave.

•Valentines day was a disaster.

•So was Christmas.

•He dumped all the presents in the trash.

•"You still like Double A?“
•"Yes!, he’s just playing hard to get.”
•"Uh… I mean if you want to put it that way.“

•You once had to grab a book from the library a couple blocks away.

•Damian was walking in front of you.

•Both ended up waiting for the stop light.

•"Why are you following me Y/N?”

•How does he know your name????

•"Not following you, just trying to get to the library. My friends would be the one’s to follow you though.“

•Damian huffed
•"Which is quite the nuisance.”

•"Yeah… sorry about that.“

•You gave Damian a sympathetic smile.

•He turned his head to the other side pretending to look at the passing cars.

•Actually he just got flustered and had to calm himself down.

•Damian stuck his hand towards you.

•"Since your not following me I wish to become acquaintances.”

•You shook his hand.

•"Friends would also be nice too.“

•For some reason he really like touching your hand.

•It was warm and soft. He wanted to hold your hand again.

•3 months later and your friends still were in to Damian.

•You stopped calling him Double A since he sometimes… sometimes talks to you.

•One day he just walked up to your table.

•You friends flipped out and swarmed him.

•"What do you need Damian?” One of your friends ask twirling her hair.

•"Y/N.“

•Everyone froze.

•Your friends all looked at you.

•"Y/N?”

•"Yes Y/N.“

•He slightly nudged your friends out of the way.

•He stood there with a stoic expression, you had a nervous one.

•"Will you accompany me to a museum this Saturday?”

•You wordlessly nodded your head giving a slight grin seeing your friends expressions.

•Damian nodded and began to walk away.

•You saw his mouth curve into small smile as he sat back down.