this is just too cute for words

gosweetcaramel99  asked:

OMG did I just witnessed Sonic sneeze in CD? That is so adorable!!! Proven fact, Sonic CD is one of my classic favorites :3c

Yep.

Though I find his hanging from a pole in Wacky Workbench sprite incredibly cute for how unusually disgruntled he looks;

And did I mention one of his ledge-balancing animations?;

And dear God his shrunken “chibi” sprites are too cute for words!;

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Noct’s interaction with animals is what i live for (´▽`ʃƪ)

Okay but what about after Yuuri finally wore himself out from all that dancing:
- Victor got away from him for all of maybe 30 seconds to catch his breath and sit down for a minute to try to process what just happened
- but Yuuri isn’t giving him a break
- oh no
- he comes right over and plops himself down on Victor’s lap and starts happily chatting at him in Japanese
- Victor doesn’t understand a goddamn word but holy shit this man is too cute even with the language barrier
- at one point Yuuri boops Victor on the nose and then lapses into uncontrollable giggles
- Victor almost cries
- oh fucking god this is too much for his glass skater’s heart
- eventually Yuuri starts really wearing out and is leaning his head on Victor’s shoulder and probably could have fallen asleep right there on his lap
- and Victor would be 100% okay with this
- but then Celestino sweeps in and apologizes for this drunk mess that’s draped all over Victor and tries to get Yuuri up, come on, time to go back to your room before you pass out on the leading champion of men’s figure skating
- Yuuri makes this more difficult because he latches on to Victor like a barnacle and almost has to be pried off
- Victor does not help at all
- really it’s okay, you can leave him here, i don’t mind
- Celestino thinks Victor is just being polite
- NO CELESTINO, HES A MAN IN LOVE WITH THIS SLOPPY DRUNK
- Celestino eventually does get Yuuri up and shuffles him out the door
- Yuuri blows Victor a kiss on the way out
- the minute they’re gone Victor is like OKAY WHO IN THE ROOM KNOWS JAPANESE, I NEED SOMEONE TO TELL ME WHAT HE WAS SAYING TO ME
- ‘well Mr Nikiforov it was kind of hard to make out because he was slurring so much but he was definitely talking about your eyes a lot. He, um. Also said some things that. Shouldn’t be repeated in polite company.’
- THERE’S A STRIPPER POLE IN THIS ROOM, TELL ME WHAT HE SAID
- ‘um. He said he. wanted your. Um. A piece of your anatomy. In his mouth. Are you okay Mr Nikiforov. Why are you lying down on the floor.’
- Five minutes later Victor realizes that he didn’t get Yuuri’s number and tears the room apart trying to find someone who knows it
- but Yuuri didn’t have any good friends at that Grand Prix and he’s not very social at this point so no luck, no one has his number
- and Yuuri isn’t very active on social media so that’s another dead end
- god it’s like Cinderella showed up and got drunk and then just took off after stealing the prince’s heart and left his pants behind instead of a glass shoe
- Victor is so frustrated
- Yuri and Yakov have to deal with a sad mopey Victor all the way back to St Petersburg
- BUT THEN!!!! THE VIDEO!!!!!! ITS DESTINY CALLING!!!!!! time to drop everything and run off to japan to find his true love ❤️
- who still doesn’t remember shit 💔
- but it’s okay. love will win in the end

Dating Remus Lupin would include:
  •          The Marauders pushing him to ask you out.
  •          Him being all shy when he does.
  •          His cheeks all rosy as he stuttered the words out.
  •          Him being surprised when you say yes.
  •          Cute little dates.
  •          “C-can I kiss you?” “Of course you can”
  •          “did he just ask her if he could kiss her?” “Yup” “Unbelievable Prongs”
  •          The Marauders being like brothers for you.
  •          Spending evenings in The common room with hot chocolate.
  •          Lots of kisses
  •          Stealing his jumpers, that were way too big on you.
  •          Remus being very cuddly.
  •          You finding out that he’s a werewolf after 2 months of dating.
  •          “I’m a monster” “Oh please, Remus, don’t be so bloody stupid”
  •          Helping him after every full moon.
  •          Cute nicknames for each other.
  •          James and Sirius calling you ‘Mrs. Lupin’
  •          Teaching him about Muggles and Muggle habits.
  •          Him being all scared when he meets your parents.
  •          You meeting his parents.
  •          Them immediately loving you.
  •          Having small little arguments, but never something big.
  •         Except that one time.
  •          “WHY DID YOU PUNCH SIRIUS? HE COULD KILL YOU WITH HIS PINKIE”
  •          “HE WAS FLIRTING WITH YOU!”
  •          “FOR MERLIN’S SAKE REMUS! HE ASKED WHAT WE HAD TO DO FOR HOMEWORK!”
  •          “oh …”
  •          Planning on moving in together after Hogwarts.
  •         “where could we live?” “a chocolate house” “Remus …” “what? We’re wizards, I’m pretty sure we could do that if we want”.        
  •         Him actually thinking he could live in a chocolate house.
  •         You saying nothing to him cause he looks so happy with his thought of an actual chocolate house.
  •          Remus finally feeling loved and accepted for who he is.
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Glen gives Gil a piggyback ride; Pandora Hearts by Jun Mochizuki

Favorite manga moment as requested by anonymous~

If you think Alex Danvers is going to keep her relationship with Maggie Sawyer a secret at the start, you are wrong. Everyone at the DEO will know about her girlfriend in less than a day. She talks so much about her that J'onn and all the other agents start avoiding her cause they are tired of it.

Even rogue aliens incarcerated there will be tired of hearing about Maggie. She talks about Maggie while interrogating them, she talks about Maggie while beating them up, she talks about Maggie while they threaten to destroy the earth.

They are so tired of hearing about how amazing Maggie is they are just like “Just take me back to my cell I will kill myself if I have to hear one more word about how cute Maggie’s dimples are.”

Alex punches them in the face, because rude, before taking them back to their cell and going to talk to Winn. At least he only rolls his eyes but is too scared for anything else.

When I see you, I just can’t help but stare at you. It seems to be something I don’t have under control, it’s something I can’t help. Sorry about that, you’re just too cute.
—  L.N.

I have this headcanon that since Karkat and Dave aren’t into public displays of affection and Dave isn’t very used to affection AT ALL, he’ll occasionally do something that Karkat thinks is too cute for words and, when he notices no one in their group hangouts is looking, he can’t help but to give Dave a really thorough but short kiss. Then he breaks away and acts like nothing happened and everyone is like, “Dave??? Why is your face so red?? Are you alright?” And he’s just a blushing mess and at a complete loss for words. Someone help this child.

“I want you to tell me about every person you’ve ever been in love with.
Tell me why you loved them,
then tell me why they loved you.

Tell me about a day in your life you didn’t think you’d live through.
Tell me what the word home means to you
and tell me in a way that I’ll know your mother’s name
just by the way you describe your bedroom
when you were eight.

See, I want to know the first time you felt the weight of hate,
and if that day still trembles beneath your bones.

Do you prefer to play in puddles of rain
or bounce in the bellies of snow?
And if you were to build a snowman,
would you rip two branches from a tree to build your snowman arms
or would leave your snowman armless
for the sake of being harmless to the tree?
And if you would,
would you notice how that tree weeps for you
because your snowman has no arms to hug you
every time you kiss him on the cheek?

Do you kiss your friends on the cheek?
Do you sleep beside them when they’re sad
even if it makes your lover mad?
Do you think that anger is a sincere emotion
or just the timid motion of a fragile heart trying to beat away its pain?

See, I wanna know what you think of your first name,
and if you often lie awake at night and imagine your mother’s joy
when she spoke it for the very first time.

I want you to tell me all the ways you’ve been unkind.
Tell me all the ways you’ve been cruel.
Tell me, knowing I often picture Gandhi at ten years old
beating up little boys at school.

If you were walking by a chemical plant
where smokestacks were filling the sky with dark black clouds
would you holler “Poison! Poison! Poison!” really loud
or would you whisper
“That cloud looks like a fish,
and that cloud looks like a fairy!”

Do you believe that Mary was really a virgin?
Do you believe that Moses really parted the sea?
And if you don’t believe in miracles, tell me —
how would you explain the miracle of my life to me?

See, I wanna know if you believe in any god
or if you believe in many gods
or better yet
what gods believe in you.
And for all the times that you’ve knelt before the temple of yourself,
have the prayers you asked come true?
And if they didn’t, did you feel denied?
And if you felt denied,
denied by who?

I wanna know what you see when you look in the mirror
on a day you’re feeling good.
I wanna know what you see when you look in the mirror
on a day you’re feeling bad.
I wanna know the first person who taught you your beauty
could ever be reflected on a lousy piece of glass.

If you ever reach enlightenment
will you remember how to laugh?

Have you ever been a song?
Would you think less of me
if I told you I’ve lived my entire life a little off-key?
And I’m not nearly as smart as my poetry
I just plagiarize the thoughts of the people around me
who have learned the wisdom of silence.

Do you believe that concrete perpetuates violence?
And if you do —
I want you to tell me of a meadow
where my skateboard will soar.

See, I wanna know more than what you do for a living.
I wanna know how much of your life you spend just giving,
and if you love yourself enough to also receive sometimes.
I wanna know if you bleed sometimes
from other people’s wounds,
and if you dream sometimes
that this life is just a balloon —
that if you wanted to, you could pop,
but you never would
‘cause you’d never want it to stop.

If a tree fell in the forest
and you were the only one there to hear —
if its fall to the ground didn’t make a sound,
would you panic in fear that you didn’t exist,
or would you bask in the bliss of your nothingness?

And lastly, let me ask you this:

If you and I went for a walk
and the entire walk, we didn’t talk —
do you think eventually, we’d… kiss?

No, wait.
That’s asking too much —
after all,
this is only our first date.”

—  Andrea Gibson

updated 02/25/2017 

A collection of my work for those on the app to view and hopefully enjoy! 

Fluff ♡ | Angst ☂ | Smut ☆ | Violence ×

→ M I N Y O O N G I 

eight | ♡

need a hand? (college au) | ♡

just kidding | ♡

like flowers we bloom (bad boy au) | ♡

see you soon [ft. Jungkook] (soulmate au) | ♡☂ 

caught up (christmas au) | ♡

the gap (neighbor au) | ♡

all too well ; series [7/?] (idol & makeup artist au) | ♡☂☆

→ P A R K J I M I N 

improvise | ♡

until you find me (harry potter au) | ♡

→ K I M T A E H Y U N G

dare | ♡

nine am | ♡

a happy memory (harry potter au) | ♡

glimmering gold (christmas au) | ♡☂ 

pillow fort | ♡☆

along the boardwalk (skater boy au) | ♡

→ J E O N J U N G K O O K

let’s start with coffee | ♡

behind these walls (neighbor au) | ♡

in media res (photographer au) | ♡

breakaway (neighbor au) | ♡

holy ground | ♡

hands | ♡

always you | ♡

sunflower letter (harry potter au) | ♡

it’s all fun & games ; series [5/5] (fake dating au) | ♡☂ 

mornings | ♡

over and over again | ♡

purpose ; series [1/?] (assassin au) | ☂ ×

twinkling starlight (christmas au) | ♡

believe in me (guardian angel au) | ♡☂ 

you and i (reincarnation au) | ♡☂ ☆

wait for it (royalty au) | ♡☆

overtime (ceo/boss au) | ♡☆

take my hand (amnesia au) | ♡☂

hopeless hearts (idol/fan au)  | ♡

You Bug Me

Request: 27 with jughead jones please

27: “Isn’t he just the cutest?”

Requested by: anonymous.

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Warnings: none.


Originally posted by maclexa-bane

“Isn’t he just the cutest?” You mumbled and smiled, staring fondly at the focused image of Jughead. He stood across from you in the student lounge, staring off to himself as he listened to the ridiculous words of Reggie. You couldn’t help but stare at how cute he looked, because he had actually taken of his normal jean jacket and worn just sweater.

He didn’t do it often, but every few weeks when it was too hot to wear a jean jacket, he would leave it at home or in his locker and walk around in one of his many sweaters. It was rare, but you always found Jughead ten times more attractive when he did, and you fell for him just a tad bit more each time.

Veronica laughed, staring at your completely smitten face in amusement as Betty smiled over at you. “Staring at Jughead again, Y/N?” Veronica teased and you jumped, forgetting you weren’t alone before blushing and turning back towards your friends. Kevin grinned at you.

You blushed, staring down at your hands at your lap as you could feel the many stares of your friends. “Umm…” You stumbled, trying to find something to say before Betty placed her hand on your shoulder.

“It’s okay, Y/N. We just think you should tell him about your feelings.” Betty consoled, and you turned to look at her, seeing the sincere look on her face.

“I don’t know..”

“You two.. are like endgame. Honestly, Y/N/N you two would be adorable together..” Kevin grinned, giving you an encouraging thumbs up.

“What if he doesn’t like me back? I don’t want to loose what we have…” You mumbled, trying to keep your voice down so Jughead wouldn’t hear. Kevin and V were already loud enough, if he heard you didn’t know what you’d do.

“I’m confident he likes you back.” A new voice said, and looking up you saw Archie standing before you with a light smile. You smiled back, happy to see another friend before his words really clicked.

“How do you know?” 

“Because he told me.” Archie shrugged and you gasped, glancing at Jughead shortly.

“Wait, really?” Veronica gushed, staring excitedly over at Archie who took a seat next to her.

Archie shrugged again, “yeah. Just go for it Y/N, he won’t say no.” With sudden confidence, and knowing Archie would never lie to you, you nodded. Standing up, you grabbed your bag and made your way over to Jughead, trying not to blush from the encouraging words from your words. Jughead turned, smiling when he saw you walking over and just as you made your way over the bell rung.

“Hey, Y/N. I’ll walk you home.” He offered and you nodded with a shy smile, turning to quickly glance at your friends. They all gave you a thumbs up and you took a deep breath.

Once out of the school, you let jughead finish his sentence about his novel before taking a deep breath. “Hey, Jughead?” You looked at him.

He looked back, smiling at you. “Yeah?”

Looking down, you started fiddling with your hands and stopped walking, trying to find the courage. Jughead stopped as well, turning to stand in front of you. “So… i’ve been meaning to tell you this for a while, but i’ve always been really scared. But… umm- well Jughead I really like you, and not just in a friend way… in a more-”

You were cut off by shock when Jughead placed his hands on either side of your head, and you looked up to see him smiling down at you. You avoided eye contact, scared of what he was going to say. “You don’t have to return them… I get if you don’t-”

“Y/N, shut up for a moment.” You shut your mouth. “I like you too.”

“Wait really?” You asked, shocked. Finally looking up to look at his face. “But… why?” You asked when he nodded.

He smirked, ruffling your hair. “Because you bug me, duh.”

A conversation between me and one of the kids I babysit
  • Francis(4yo): We all need to stand in order.
  • Me: What order?
  • Francis: Tallest to smallest.
  • Me: Okay, so what order is that?
  • Francis: Daddy, you, Elouise, me.
  • Me: ...You know the order, so why do we have to stand in line?
  • Francis: We don't, I just enjoy the process.

carolnein  asked:

I've been here a good while, and I have to say it's refreshing to see the change in more people saying "I think this animal is uncomfortable" when tagging you, even if it's just arousal and not complete discomfort, rather than things like "The dog sees the seal as a weird dog that lives in water! It's safe and cute and not illegal!" I'm also seeing more and more mutuals presumably following you, and it's like *single tear* I'm so glad the word is spreading

I’ve really loved watching the shift in how tumblr thinks about animals because of this blog too. It’s great to see people work hard to be aware and think critically about what they encounter. Granted, sometimes people get overly worried, but it’s still good that they’re asking the questions if they’re not sure and then I get to be positive input for once!

Tipsy - Request

Requested by anon: I would like to request a Sherlock x reader where he has been drugged and how he’s really cute and a little dirty towards her in front of John. Haha like while “high”. Just super fluffy and cute and maybe a little smutty/implied smut/ a little dirty haha. I get if you’re too busy or don’t feel like writing it, no problem. Love you.
& anon: I have a request for you (if youre still taking..?) so sherlock and john gets drunk and sherlock starts hitting on (and gets kissy and touchy) on reader which has been her girlfriend for months xD ?

Pairing: Sherlock x reader.

Word count: 2,026

Warnings: Just like in “The sign of three” this things gives a lot of twists.

A/N: Drunk Sherlock and Watson are my fave, I loved this so much!

Enjoy!

Sherlock and John weren’t the kind of men to get drunk every week, however and because of the stress they had been put through in their last case, they decided to go to the bar together.

At first it was just beer and talking and complaining, but then, someone recognized Sherlock and decided to put a little something on his beer which, added up to what he had already drunk, ended up turning him into a dizzy, slurry mess.

John was drunk as well, but for a different reason: he had mixed tequila with beer.

They walked – stumbled – their way back to Baker Street. It wasn’t even ten o’clock when that happened, so both (Y/N) and Mrs. Hudson were up and sharing a cup of tea while the boys came back, doing all kinds of strange noises as they walked in that called both women’s attention.

“What are you two doing here?” Mrs. Hudson asked as she and (Y/N) walked out to the stair case where John and Sherlock were laying. (Y/N) couldn’t help but to laugh at the image and the sound of her laughter caught Sherlock’s attention.

“(Y/N)!” He cheered drunkenly, “AREN’T YOU THE MOST BEAUTIFUL BEING ON EARTH?”

“Wow, someone’s loud tonight.” She joked and Sherlock walked to her and held her tightly against his chest.

“You are sooooo beautiful!” He slurred, “And so hot, would you be my girlfriend?”

“I am already your girlfriend, Sherlock.” (Y/N) spoke clamly, unable to contain the giggle that left her lips.

“I’m such a lucky man I’m jealous of myself …” Sherlock cupped her face and started kissing her passionately, like never before. (Y/N) tried to pull away but Sherlock’s grip was tight and it wasn’t until he needed air that he let go off her.

“You’re so drunk!” She giggled.

“And you’re stunning.” Sherlock mumbled, “Delightful, splendid, a Greek muse right in front of me! DATING ME!”

“Sherlock Holmes is a poet when he’s drunk, what are the chances!” Watson spoke from behind, right before he bursted in a dry laughter. Mrs. Hudson laughed with him and then both women dragged them upstairs.

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Sister Winchester

Originally posted by dimpleycos-things

Characters: Y/n, Derek, Dean, Sam, Cas, OC Matt

Pairing: Derek x Y/n (FEMALE READER)

Warnings: Basically just fluff, cute fluffy mate stuff, cute brotherly Dean, bits of fighting but nothing too visual or violent. 

Word Count: 1947

Summary: Y/n heads to Beacon Hills, meeting someone she never would’ve thought existed for her. 

A/N: Requested fic by @sallyp-53 - So the female reader is a hunter who is the sister of the winchesters she goes to beacon hills because of all the supernatural events happening
She finds Derek in his wolf form thinking he’s just a hurt animal she takes him. Not wanting to scare her he stays in that form as he heals only to find out she knows about the supernatural. He decides to show her his true form, they end up liking each other and dating but she doesn’t know how to tell her brothers she’s dating a werewolf.
Sorry if it’s too long!
Also if you want to change it up fine by me, I loved the last time you wrote my request so I just hope you like this one ❤️.
So i kinda stuck to it, but not really. I don’t know if this is what you wanted, but i hope you like it. 

Tagged Peeps: @waywardsons-imagines @whywhydoyouwantmetosaymyname @sallyp-53 @supernatural-jackles @d-s-winchester @winchesterreid @teamfreewill-imagine@deanscherrypie @helvonasche @fly-f0rever @kaitlynnlovegood @notnaturalanahi@kittenofdoomage @wayward-mirage @nerdflash @riversong-sam @miss-miep @impala-dreamer@mypeopleskillsarerusty0203 @greek-geek481

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Y/n settled into the little motel room, glad the tiny town actually had one.

It wasn’t that nice, she’d been in much prettier, larger ones.

But at least this one was clean. It looked as though the town probably didn’t have many visitors, the room looking as though no one had touched it in a while, yet completely free of dust.

She settled on the bed, tired from her day of running through the woods, chasing down a damn werewolf.

Y/n wished her brothers were here right now, but they were on a mission to find a way to stop Abaddon, sending y/n away.

They loved her too much to risk the knight of hell hurting her in any way, so they mostly kept her in the bunker, letting her go on a few hunts. Nothing too major, but things they knew she could handle on her own.

So she went to Beacon Hills, hearing of large animal attacks, knowing it was most likely something supernatural.

She had no clue what it was until she came face to face with a werewolf.

Except, this was different to what she was used to.

Hairy face and scrunched forehead.

He seemed like the traditional fairy-tale werewolf, which she just hoped she was going to be able to kill using a silver bullet.

The wolf managed to run off, y/n chasing after it but losing it.

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anonymous asked:

Asdfghj but imagine GS asking He Tian about his brother being all awkward and embarrassed (he's just a teenager and he was saved by a hot older dude let him live) and He Tian getting immediately defensive omg I'd live for this plotline

‘So … your brother’s kind of–’

‘What about him?’ He Tian cut in, words sharp and echo-less in the apartment.

Guan Shan glanced at him. Swallowed. ‘You seem …’ He ran his tongue along the inside of his cheek, searching carefully for nuance and sentiment. ‘You don’t get along, I guess,’ he finished.

He Tian breathed a low laugh, turning the page of a magazine. ‘I guess,’ he said dryly. 

‘He looks like you,’ Guan Shan said. An insouciant shrug. A chewed pen breaking down between his molars as he worked on his homework. ‘A bit. A lot.’

He Tian’s eyes narrowed. ‘You mean I look like him.’

‘Maybe, yeah.’ Guan Shan paused. ‘I just–’

He Tian sat up suddenly, legs swung over the side of the bed, magazine abandoned behind him. His hands were laced tightly together, hanging between his knees. His knuckles were white.

‘I get,’ He Tian said, ‘that he helped you yesterday. Saved you. When that guy was …’ He Tian looked away. The sky was a hazy grey of fading lights and high skyscrapers, and He Tian was all shadows on his bed. ‘But you don’t owe him anything. He’s not–He Cheng’s not special for doing that for you, all right? He’s not a fucking hero. Never has been.’

Guan Shan looked at him carefully. ‘You’re saying you would have done the same? If you were there?’

Of course I fucking–’ He Tian broke himself off, words snatched away like brittle ice shards breaking apart. ‘But I wasn’t. And he was. So I guess that’s all that matters, isn’t it? He Cheng the saviour. He Cheng who’s older and taller and knows what the fuck he’s doing and–’

‘He Tian.’

What?’

Guan Shan opened his mouth. Closed it. He pulled his legs out from beneath him, and moved steadily over to where He Tian sat on the edge of his bed. He ran his fingers through the fringe of He Tian’s hair, and let his hand fall on He Tian’s shoulder, feeling a tight knot of muscle and warm skin beneath his palm. He could feel He Tian’s steady breath, strained and carefully orchestrated.

‘He’s older and he’s taller and maybe he knows what the fuck he’s doing. But he’s not you, all right?’

He Tian looked away. ‘You don’t know what he’s like.’

Guan Shan’s fingers slipped beneath He Tian’s chin, and pressed in until He Tian’s head was turning again, dark eyes tilted up and boring in, unrepentant.

Guan Shan said, ‘But I know you.’ He shrugged. ‘He’s fucking–I mean, he’s hot, yeah, but that doesn’t mean I’m in love with him.’

There was a silence of hitched breaths and heavy heartbeats. 

‘You’re in love with me?’ He Tian said, quiet.

‘That wasn’t what I said.’ 

A slow grin, serpentine, made its way across He Tian’s face. His fingers were wrapping around Guan Shan’s wrist, his waist, skin hot and searching. 

‘Oh, I think you did.’