this turns out so weird

senshiofmom  asked:

Top 10 sailor Moon Monster of the week

10. Screaming violin woman (093)

9. Pegasus hits the gym (143)

8. WHAT the ACTUAL HELL (151)

7. An 80s stripper who also happens to be a shoe (106)

6. Me (114)

5. The animation department had a lot of extra pink paint (174)

4. An elephant vacuum cleaner, but like in a sexy way (094)

3. My breasts are two small screaming snowmen (038)

2. Ball Family (132, 140, 146)

1. A straight-up, actual volcano (067)

REMEMBER BACK WHEN EPISODE 6 AIRED AND THIS HAPPENED AND WE ALL WERE SO WEIRDED OUT BY CHRIS 

BUT NOPE TURNS OUT HE’S JUST YUURI’S STRIPPER BUDDY AND MOST LIKELY THE ONE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE POLE AT THE BANQUET because honestly who else could it be……it must be Chris 

HE ALSO BLESSED US BY CALLING OUT THE RINGS

AND FOR GIVING US THE FUNNIEST SEXUAL INNUENDO ABOUT VIKTOR AND YUURI’S RELATIONSHIP

CHRIS IS THE SWEETEST CHARACTER WHO GAVE US SO MANY MEMORABLE MOMENTS AND A FASCINATING COMPLEXITY AS WELL his birthday is the best Valentine’s Day gift I adore him 

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Akiko Higashimura (artist of Princess Jellyfish) on why she draws so fast.

Such an idol. Get it done!

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Kana has much to learn and Nina will later have consequences to face

context is somewhere in here

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she was warned. she was given an explanation. 

nevertheless, she persisted

belegsghost said to dwimmerlaiks: for the palette meme: Idril in plum?

Idril on her way to do some city planning probably??

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I would have come for you. And if I couldn’t walk, I’d crawl to you, and no matter how broken we were, we’d fight our way out together- knives drawn, pistols blazing. Because that’s what we do. We never stop fighting.

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[Read from left to right]

This was supposed to be really cute, but it just turned really weird in the end…I had less than five hours of sleep. Honestly, I wanted to draw more Baseball player!Yoosung bc of @pwoo so blame/thank her for this mess LMAO.

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different midnight new years kisses following up this post of mine

17,again [Prologue]

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst, drama, fluff.

Word count: 3k

Summary: Your relationship of ten years seems to be stuck as your CEO boyfriend works non-stop and doesn´t pay much attention to you or your hints about marriage. Desperate to awaken the spark of love again you beg the universe for a change that will make him fall for you for the second time in his life. And the universe listens.

Author´s note: This is inspired by the Chinese version of the movie “17 again”. Although this story is going to be quite different I recommend not watching the film if you don´t want to spoil yourself anything that could happen in this fic.


The day you moved in with your boyfriend you knew something was wrong between the two of you, but didn’t pay much attention to it. The relationship you shared wasn’t at its best and you didn’t want to push it, especially not on a day in which you were not only moving together but in which he was also starting his job as a CEO in the company his parents owned. It had been his dream since you met in college and it had been, in fact, the first thing he had told you about himself when your father had introduced him to you as one of his students. Apparently he had been born in a very rich family and was studying business to replace his father whenever he became prepared enough to do so. You didn’t know what you had to do with all of that until your dad explained that his parents also wanted him to have a stable relationship as soon as possible, and that they thought you were a nice candidate. Basically, your relationship had started with a set up from both your families. Being the rebellious teen you were you would’ve had neglected something like that if the boy hadn’t defied the expectations you held about him so quickly. Not only was he breathtakingly handsome but also extremely intelligent and well mannered. It became a matter of time until you fell for him and he became the center of your life. Unfortunately, it wasn’t mutual. You did look like a couple, you went on dates, you had sex. He treated you well. But he had never admitted to love you or acted like so. When you both turned twenty you abandoned your dream of being an artist and moved to the city to live with him. It could’ve been a beautiful moment, a fresh start, if not for the fact that as soon as you moved somewhere nobody knew the pair of you and he started working, he became fully uninterested in the relationship, both mentally and physically. He never had time for you and you barely saw each other. The fairytale you thought you were living ended as it was only the peasant who was in love and not the prince, but you didn’t complain when you decorated the full house alone while he was out all week on his first business trip. You didn´t complain when he spent your anniversary at a meeting or when he forgot your birthday. You ended up assuming what the relationship had been built up from the start, convenience, and decided to just push through it. Seven years later, it all remained the same. You were lonely and aching for his attention, so you did everything a perfect partner could possibly do: three hundred and sixty five days a year, you hoped that someday he´d wake up and realize you were there for him.

“Good morning!”

As you entered the room you cocked your head in amusement at his puffy morning hair and wished you could run your hands through it, but you knew he wouldn´t like it. You weren´t teens anymore, and he had a workplace to attend to.

“I´ve prepared your suit”                

He slowly got out of the bed and you wondered how someone could look that handsome after waking up. He only acknowledged your presence after turning off the alarm.

“Good morning”

His eyes seemed to roam over your blouse and a lopsided smile appeared on your face. Apart from meticulously doing your hair and makeup, you had chosen a top that showed a bit of cleavage, something you rarely wore. It was all in hopes that you’d catch his attention, and maybe it was working. Maybe things were changing. He sheepishly turned away when you met his eyes staring at your breasts, and you couldn´t help but find it adorable.

“Are you going somewhere?”

His question surprised you as he never asked such things or took interest in what you did while he was at work, and the way he was leering your body with curiosity made you nervous as it was something unusual.

“No. I was hoping we could have breakfast together”

Your breath hitched in your throat as he got rid of his sleeping clothes to get in his suit. You observed his toned chest and his muscular back as he changed. It had been a very long time since the two of you had intimated and the mere sight of his body had you blushing. You excused yourself and got out of the room. When had things turn so weird? It was true that you had never been the ideal couple, but at least it used to feel like you were. Unconsciously your eyes met the mirror on the wall and your smile faded a little at your reflection. Did he not find you attractive at all? Your fingers investigated your features, caressing your lips, your nose, your cheeks. You were only twenty seven, you were aging very well and you still had your unique and exotic beauty with you, the one that made head turns. But not his. You were working out, dieting. Did he not desire your body? Did he not want a future with you? Did he not want to propose and have lots of babies? You jumped a little when you noticed his presence, suddenly feeling embarrassed at your self-evaluation, but you composed yourself as you looked for his eyes, searching for the look of curiosity you had caught before in his stare. But it was all gone.

“So, breakfast?”

Your voice sounded weaker that you intended and you smoothed your skirt repeating to yourself that it was alright if he didn´t want you as you wanted him.

“I´m in a rush. I have to grab something on my way to work.”

You instantly felt disappointed. Breakfast was one of the few moments of the day you spent together as it was always extremely unlikely that he returned home at the time he should.

“I can pack it for you”

You were already heading to the kitchen when his voice extinguished your hopes for the day to be different.

“There´s no need for you to do that”    

You knew he didn´t mean to sound so menacing the second regret appeared on his face, but you still flinched at his tone. Fidgeting with the bracelet you were wearing you didn´t dare look at him in case he could see the tears of frustration appearing on the corners of your eyes. Why did he make everything so difficult?

“You´re right.”

It was only a whisper but apparently enough to make him feel bad. And then it came what happened when he knew he had hurt you, the only moments in which he showed affection towards you. This time, he approached you and briefly kissed your forehead. His lips were warm and although you liked it, you hated that it was only because he pitied you. It felt meaningless, and you searched for anything that would distract you from the way your chest was aching.

“What are you picking up?”

Your eyes darted to meet his, and you were met with his usual soft stare. At least he tried to act as if you didn´t annoy him that much.

“I can´t tell you until tonight. We are going somewhere, so put a dress on or whatever. Something elegant”

That caught your attention. You were going somewhere? You rarely went on dates. And he was picking something up on his way to the office. Was it a ring? Why was it a secret? Your mind was racing with possibilities. Was he going to take you somewhere and propose?

“A dress?”

He was once again eyeing you, his hand awkwardly placed behind his neck and you had to contain the urge of throwing yourself all over him. The fact that he didn´t sought your touch didn´t defeat the fact that he was like a magnet to you every time he was around.

“Yes. But not like this one.”

You chuckled. You weren´t even wearing a dress and you were torn between hitting your head against the wall repeatedly or appreciate that he was for once paying attention to your insinuating outfits. Your desire for him outweighed your violent frustration and you spoke softly at him, as if he was a little kid.

“What do you mean not like this one? This is not a dress…”

You stopped when he approached you and placed his slender fingers on both sides of the collars of your blouse just to pull the the fabric over the exposed skin. The way his fingers rubbed against your collarbones felt like a gift as the skin ship between the two of you was practically nonexistent. God, you didn´t even make out from time to time. Even the fact that he was that close was weird.

“Just…like that. Cover that”

You were startled at his behavior. You were loving how his touch made you feel but at the same time you found it funny that he was acting as if he had never seen a woman naked, especially you. Maybe he didn´t want any other man staring at your body. You convinced yourself that had to be the reason. Maybe he´d start acting possessive if you were soon going to be wife and husband.

“Okay. I´ll pick a dress that covers that area”

“Good”

He undid his grip on your shirt and with that he picked up his things and headed to work without looking at you or saying goodbye. That normally would´ve made you sad if not for the fact that the sudden affection (if you could call it like that) coming from him could only mean that he was going to propose. You jumped towards the table to have some breakfast, not minding being alone. You knew you were raising your hopes too high, but you couldn´t resist it. And with that you ate a pancake, and then another, forgetting about your diet and letting the fact that things were going to change for the better sink in.



 21:00 From Jungkook: I´m waiting for you outside.

21:02 From you: I´ll be there in five.

When you had received the message it had taken you less than two minutes to reply and grab your things. Checking that everything was in order one last time, you covered the red dress you had chosen with your coat and rearranged your hair one last time before heading out. You were overwhelmed about going on a date and not even the frigid air or the rain that welcomed you stopped the smile that spread across your face when you saw him waiting in the car. He was wearing his usual suit but his fringe was unusually parted in the middle, your favorite hairstyle on him. Doing the best out of running with heels you managed to cross the sidewalk and enter the car without getting soaked. There was classical music coming from the radio and you were already on the road by the time you had put your seatbelt on and left your bag on the floor. He hadn´t said anything and only the rain crashing against the windows could be heard. You stopped on a red light and, as always, you started the conversation.

“So, do you like the dress?”

The lights strode across his face creating patterns on his skin and you were so lost staring you almost missed the way his eyebrows raised at your question.

“Sure”

Except for a too brief glance to have seen anything he hadn´t looked at it at all. It looked as if the more effort you put the least he cared.

“You haven´t even looked”

He sighed and his eyes flickered towards the dress before heading back to the road as the light turned green.

“I don´t need to look much to know that it looks good on you”

You weirdly bumped against your seat at his words. It could appear as a half assed excused for not paying attention to you but coming from him it was such a compliment. With doe eyes, you stared at him. He was being too nice. He even continued the conversation himself.

“I´m sure my boss is going to like it. He´ll like you as well”

The anticipation of what you assumed was going to happen that night turned out to be there for nothing. You hadn´t been that excited all day only to meet his boss.

“Your boss?”

“Yes. We are having dinner with him and his wife. See, the thing is that they are very composed people. That´s why I asked you to wear something more conservative.”

Oh. So that was happening. It wasn´t a date. He just had to take his girlfriend out once in a while to show her off to his colleagues and his boss so that they knew she was real as he never spent time with her nor took her to social events. Great. You wished you hadn´t fallen for the trick and you were tempted to take off your bra or hitch up your skirt. Conservative? His boss wouldn´t be that composed if you weren´t wearing any underwear. Not even in front of his wife. You looked through the window trying to extinguish the sudden fury that had invaded your body. He just needed you for him to look good, to look normal. But it was your fault too. It was you who had misread the situation completely, so you sighed and kept your bra in place.

“I´m sure I´ll like them too.”

As soon as you were sat on the table inside the fancy restaurant with the elder couple you regretted even more being there as the conversation was focused on a threatening deadline approaching next week and you were playing around with your salad. You didn´t know much about business but you sat still and nodded at everything they said making an effort to look good, as always. After a while you got lost on your thoughts and jumped on your seat when someone intentionally stepped on your foot.

“Mr. Yuajgon has asked you what´s your job”

It was your boyfriend speaking, clearly disapproving your lack of attention, and you rapidly answered.

“I have a major in arts, but I´m not working right now”

Mrs. Yuagjon seemed to direct what looked like a smile at you, her face that had clearly gone under the knife tensing in a strange way.

“And what do you do in your free time, sweetie?”

That was a good question. Apart from taking care of your physical aspect and doing the chores, what did you do?

“Well, I go to a book club on the weekends. I like dog cafés as well.”

You stuffed a piece of lettuce in your mouth as you knew you had sounded utterly stupid but you didn´t care as you were having a blast staring at his puzzled faces. What did they expect? For you to teach at Harvard? On the other hand, your boyfriend was swallowing hard.

“She has very unique tastes”

Mr. Yuagjon took a sip of his whine.

“I see. So, how long have you been together?”

You noticed that Jungkook stiffened next to you, so you answered for him.

“Ten years”

“Ten years. And you are on your late twenties. Aren´t you going to propose to her soon?”

Suddenly you felt the need to kiss Mr. Yuagjon´s feet for bringing up the topic. Maybe it´d make Jungkook react and see that you were not a lunatic that wanted to get married. All eyes were on him, and your heart started racing as he remained silent. He cleared his throat and your heart twitched at the sound.

“Actually I picked something up this morning”

You had forgotten about that. Your palms got sweatier as you thought if finally he´d want to move forward in the relationship which way should you react when he pulled out a ring.

“We live together, and you told me you liked our apartment. I finally have all the information about the design, Sir”

You widened your eyes in surprise and something exploded inside of you. If not even his adored boss could coax him to talk about marriage…

“A lovely house, indeed. Prepared for when you have many children. Are you pregnant already?”

It was Mrs. Yuagjon who said it, as if it made total sense.

“Pregnant? She´s not pregnant.”

You didn´t know if it was the horrified tone in which he had said it or the four glasses of wine you had consumed but you smashed your fist against the table and got up. Years and years of waiting for him weren´t worth that humillation.

“Definitely not pregnant. See, I don´t know what you make him do at work but this man right here arrives home too tired to even stick out his dick to pee so I don´t know what makes you think he´d use it for something else. He´s completely uninterested in me and completely uninterested in anything that isn´t related to his job. If he ever gets his shit together and proposes it´ll be in a meeting and to his phone. Not me. I´m out.”

With every single person in the room looking at you after your little scene you stumbled out of the restaurant. You didn´t even know why you had lashed at him like that, but you just couldn´t take it anymore. It had been years living with a ghost, giving everything and receiving nothing. He didn´t even have the decency to answer the question. It wasn´t even about marriage anymore. When would he love you again? Did he even love you at all? As you walked in the rain hugging yourself you noticed a strike of lightning coming from above. The clouds had separated to show a tiny start, shining in the dark. Without notice, unknown words escaped your mouth.

“I wish it was like when we met again. Happy and young”

You noticed a strange sensation in your chest, as if something heavy had been lifted off of you, and a certain dizziness made your head spin. When your eyes were focused again, you were inside your apartment, which felt strangely unfamiliar.

“When did I get here?”

You took off your heels and inspected the place. You passed the main entrance, the corridor… something catched your attention. A tiny girl reflecting in the mirror, a red dress on. It looked like she had been crying, mascara stains all over her eyelids. You stepped closer to see her… and you gasped. It was you. It was you when you were seventeen years old.

I’d just like to say that i haven’t played the game, yet i managed to fall in love with fictional cat-bird