this was in my drafts for pretty long time

Consider a Jack that played piano and who, in another life, would have gone to Juilliard instead of the draft. A Jack that gave up after school music lessons for extra ice time. A Jack who stopped playing long before the overdose and never started again.

Now imagine Bob and Alicia the first time Jack brings Eric home. When Jack is dragging his boyfriend around the house, stops in front of the baby grand he hasn’t touched in a decade, and asks, “Do you want to hear me play? I used to be pretty good.”  


I knew I’d never be able to draw a decent picture I was satisfied with more Miku’s 10th Anniversary, so I ended up doing something way more personal. That way I didn’t have to worry so much about how the art looks, but also because it’s hard for me to articulate exactly how much she means to me and this was an attempt at it.

This got pared down a lot from the original draft because there were sooo many other ‘I remember when’s - 10 years is a pretty long time after all.

I was still hesitant about doing it at all because I don’t really like drawing myself or depicting things related to my mental health, but it’s kind of important. I redrew that one page a few times because it did make me pretty uncomfortable and I couldn’t really figure out how to stop it from completely ruining the tone of the comic, so it got left kind of vague in the end.

To all the artists, musicians, animators and producers who bring her to life, I am eternally grateful. It’s an honour to have seen every one of her 10 years from the beginning. 

Dear Younger Students,

I completed the last of my semester coursework yesterday and made an interesting observation that might assuage some of your worries.

I used to be a procrastinator. I was the kid who started their science project at 9pm the night before it was due. I was the kid who cranked out 20-page AP lit essays the day before it was due. I was the kid who did the reading for my next class in the class I was currently in. I was a hard core procrastinator until sometime during my MSc (around age 22-23). 

Slowly, I started doing my work earlier. Studying earlier, reading earlier, drafting earlier. Then I started finishing a week early, getting classmates to proofread my work, and writing 2nd and 3rd drafts (I used to just turn in my first). At times when I would’ve blown off my work, I started to sit down for a couple of hours and hack away at it. Fast forward four years and I managed to get 2 critique papers, 2 presentations, a final draft of a mock dissertation proposal, a stats homework, and a stats paper asking a novel causal question all done within the past two weeks (when they were assigned), and I got them all completed early.

I’ve thought for a while how weird my transformation was. Procrastination felt like a pretty embedded psychological trait of mine, so how was I completing my work early during the hardest semester of my academic career?

1) Maturity. It’s worth recognizing that my 26-year-old brain is more developed than my 15-year-old brain or my 20-year-old brain. At those time points, my prefrontal cortex was still developing, so naturally I had less discipline than I do now. It’s also had a lot more practice regulating my behavior in a variety of settings. 

2) Practice. People tend to cite perfectionism as a reason for procrastination, and I think that’s true, but I also think it comes down to practice. I’ve been doing academic work since I was a wee toddler, and I’ve been writing hefty (~20 page) academic pieces since high school (thank you Mr. H!). So after roughly 10 years of practice, I know how long it takes me to read information, synthesize an argument, draft it, and edit it. More to the point, it isn’t painful. It isn’t always fun, either, but the mechanics themselves are pretty fluid.

3) Enjoying the topic. Like most people, I do my best work when I like the topic. I was a procrastinator for years because I just didn’t enjoy spending that much time on the topics. I loved reading and debating ideas, but I didn’t like them so much that I wanted to write about them for days, especially when the prompt only wanted regurgitation and not unique thought. Only when I hit my MSc in Forensic Psychology did I think, “Yes, now this is REALLY cool.” Because they did want novel ideas and critical thinking. I did really well in that program because I didn’t just copy ideas and parrot them back; I took heaps of literature and gave them something new, or at least gave them nuance, and they loved it. I have enough practice now that I don’t need to enjoy the topic so much to perform at par, but I still do my best work when I do.

I’m addressing this to younger students so that you know that if you’re dissatisfied with your current study habits and discipline, you can change. And to some extent, if you’re in an environment that demands better habits and discipline, some of this change will occur naturally; be patient. Don’t get stuck in the mindset of “This is how I am and this is how I always will be.” Because it isn’t true. Keep practicing. You’ll get there.

Patater Week Day 3

This is laaaaaate.  But it’s also like hella long so I feel like it’s justified.

Day 3: Fake Dating/Secret Relationship

“Kenneth, have you found a nice young man yet?”  Kent’s Grandmother squinted at the camera on his mom’s ipad.  “You know the Priest at church has a nephew and he’s quite good looking.  He’s a Kindergarten teacher, and I think you would just love him.  He even likes your hockey!  He teaches a team for children at the rec center on weekends.  I see him there when I have my water aerobics.”  She nodded.

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this has been sitting in my drafts for a long time now. i know the song has been used for them quite a few times already, but i felt like trying my own spin on it. and practice video editing.

this song ties into my klance headcanons pretty well, which is how Lance has always admired Keith deep down despite being jealous of him. as we know, Lance is pretty insecure about himself, and i think he tends to compare himself to others more than he should. Keith on the other hand, despite Lance getting on his nerves at times, adores Lance and has a huge crush on him. however, he seriously doubts Lance would ever be interested in him since he’s always flirting with Allura and other aliens. i think if they ever had the chance to talk about Lance’s insecurities, Keith would wonder what ‘makes Lance think he’s so special’, ‘ya feel? c;

(song: love like you by rebecca sugar)

I wrote a long paragraph about the visuals and ship design being more advanced looking despite being 10 years before TOS and I guess it sat too long in my drafts because its pattern seems to have disintegrated. :(

I might type it up again, but to sum it up:

  1. The Original Series was made 51 years ago. Special effects were not great and they didn’t have much of a budget. Discovery is made in 2017 when tech is pretty great & with a huge budget. Obviously it’s going to look different.
  2. Star Trek is supposed to look futuristic, and it did for its time, but now that we have bluetooth, skype, medical scanners, etc it doesn’t look so futuristic any more. Discovery has to push the envelope a little more to give it the scifi/futuristic look.
  3. DSC has incorporated TOS elements such as sound effects or the look of the tricorders which links it to TOS.
  4. The showrunners have said the look of the show will become more similar to TOS as it continues.
  5. Stop whining. Constructive criticism is fine, but so much of the mindless hate and complaining just to complain isn’t productive, ESPECIALLY when it’s directed at the cast and crew. It looks and sounds great, and Star Trek is back.
It’s the Hair- Connor Brown

Originally posted by jvreemer

Ok so my second favorite ginger is HERE folks! Finally got some Connor Brown! I hope you all like this goofy nerd! And since both prompts were like… exactly the same… I combined them! I hope that’s ok! And I really hope you like it! Enjoy!

Warning: none

Anon Request: do 1 wit connor brown where you meet him at like a meet and greet for the team and when you start talking to him hes like super surpisred ur not like inlove with nylander, marner, matthews! thxxxxxx

And: Can you do one where you’re at a leafs fan meet and greet and you start flirting with Connor Brown and he’s like surprised you want him and not matthews, nylander and marner. Obsessed with your writing!! Please please please!!


              You were so close.

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anonymous asked:

Soooo can I be nosy and ask what other head cannons you have for YOI?

HI THIS HAS BEEN IN MY DRAFTS FOREVER AND IM SO SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG been pretty busy and my blog’s pretty much just running on queue :(((( IN ANY CASE THO:

  • There are times when Yuuri & Victor get unnaturally competitive with each other outside of the rink. Sometimes it’s about who gets to check off the most items off of the grocery list. Or about who Makkachin comes running to first when Yuuri and Victor are both holding a box of dog treats. Mostly it’s who can make the other come faster tho lmao
  • The outgoing, giddy Victor we see in canon is only reserved for Yuuri and their closest friends (Yakov included). He’s friendly of course (a la “a commemorative photo? sure!”), but I’d like to think that people can’t help but be intimidated by him. He’s a god in figure skating after all
  • …so when people do get a glimpse of Living Legend Victor Nikiforov™ acting like a total dork around Yuuri everyone’s just shookd af
  • This is a common headcanon, but I love the idea of Yuuri being the one to cook for them. He’s learned a lot of recipes from both cooking for the Onsen, and living in Detroit.
  • Victor  used to live on take out before Yuuri so he can’t cook for shit
  • ……………………………………….but Yurio can
  • so sometimes Yurio comes over just so that he and Yuuri can bake n shit and he loves it but of course yuuri “cAN’T TELL A SOUL OR I WILL STAB YOU IN THE FACE now hand me the eggs”
  • Yurio actually goes to Victor and Yuuri for advice about Otabek, and the latter two actually tell him to wait a bit until he’s older because they are good & wise parents (albeit inappropriate everywhere else)
  • When they’re older and Yurio & Otabek fight, Yuuri helps Yurio bake an apology cake for Otabek with a thumbs down emoji written in frosting saying “I don’t want to fight anymore :(”
  • Victor is a morning person but on weekends, it’s Yuuri who gets up first, and gives his Victor (who’s dead to the world) a peck on the cheek. Yuuri cooks them breakfast. Victor snakes his arms around Yuuri’s waist while’s making pancakes
  • They have a flatscreen in their bedroom. Once, when Yuuri has an anxiety attack, he asks Victor to leave the tv on while they sleep, and they just happened to have a Friends blu ray jammed in the player. And it sorta just becomes a regular thing after that, that they have Friends playing in the background on mute as some sort of night light? neither of them everreally think of bringing it up and it kinda just became one of their unspoken agreements
  • Victor is ticklish af and Yuuri thinks its the most adorable thing in the world and will use it against him in any possible way he can
  • I’m a slut for Tragic Backstory Victor Nikiforov so he’s estranged from his parents (or they’ve passed :\) but I’d like to think that Victor has a protective older brother named Vlad who is straight as a pole but will fite anyone for Victor including the russian government
  • Victor and Yuuri give each other foot rubs. Like all the damned time and there’s always a bottle of massage oil lying somewhere around the house.
  • everyone in the russian skate squad has had a crush on Yuuri Katsuki at one point in their lives but they never tell Victor this because they want to Fucking L i v e

ooooh to celebrate cr coming towards a close, i’d love to see people write about/draw how they picture vm looking at the start of the show vs now as we’re ending

ie keyleth with long hair and her green outfit in the beginning and shorter hair and more autumn-y colors now; percy being cleanshaved with shorter hair in the beginning and now a lot more scruffy, although not unpleasantly so; even simple stuff like pike wearing her hair in a braided bun at first and then switching over to funbuns pretty much full time now

Let’s Try

Title:  Let’s Try

Character(s): Actor Tom

Chapter Number/One Shot: One Shot

Rating: T

Genre: Romance

Summary: A pregnancy scare leaves Eva and Tom wondering what they want.

Warnings: None

Author Note: I found this in my drafts and forgot how much I enjoyed writing it. Expect more fics out of the drafts in the coming days.

“What do you mean, you think you might be pregnant?”

I bit my lip at his voice. I don’t think he meant to sound as harsh as he did. He was likely just exhausted from the long media tour. He tended to be a bit of a grouch at the end of an exhausting day. But it still made me wince.

“Well, we did have pretty vigorous sex when I flew out to see you last,” I pointed out. 

Tom scoffed. “We were careful. We always are.”

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It took me so long to do this omg. I’ve been testing out a tons of different drawing styles and techniques, and I’m definitely going to be redrawing these and redoing these in time just as I improve! This was just kinda like the first round draft of them lol. I definitely want to create their back stories and bio’s at some point! Hopefully you like them! I drew out my multiple MC’s from my different play throughs. 

Ella Taylor - Endless Summer 

Brynn Zek - Endless Summer 

Ollie Golden - The Royal Romance 

Violet Lincoln - The Royal Romance 

Paige Sinclair - The Freshman

Dakota Landon - The Freshman

Alex Winston - Hero 

Bella Grant - Hero 

Dani Westbrook - LoveHacks

Ashleigh DiLauren - The Rules of Engagement  [x]

Nala Winters - High School Story [x]

Stella Blake - High School Story  [x]

I have not done Ashleigh, Nala, or Stella yet cause I’m still trying to find the perfect FC’s for them and want to get them right, so here are my others! 

The Doctor

Joker x Reader

{A/N} Hey there guys, I know it’s been such a long time, but I suddenly felt re-inspired last night and started writing! Your requests are all in my drafts still, and I promise I’ll get to them. I’ve just been facing some pretty crazy times right now. I hope you enjoy!
xo Harley

Warnings: None, maybe super light violence but that’s about it!

The doors swing open as you enter the ward that contains the infamous duo, Joker and Harley Quinn. Papers are being pushed at you, orderly are giving you updates, and you stop just before the doors of your office.

“Thank you, but today I think I may try a different approach,” you say, soft spoken and meek as always.

Every staff member in the wing knows you’re the sweetest psychiatrist there is, leading no one to understand just how you’ve been managing a position like this at Arkham Asylum. Sure, you preach kindness and compassion being a key component to making a break through in any patient, but the rest of the staff believes quite otherwise when facing Gotham’s most heartless psychopaths.

The crowd leaves you to yourself as you step past the doors into your office, gathering a small leather notebook and a black pen. You’re heading to your first session of the day, and quite possibly your favorite.

Your heels clack on the tile of the poorly lit and now empty hallway, faint screams and whispering fills the air. Being used to this now, you don’t bat an eye.

“Don’t do it, Doctor {Y/L/N}.”

This particular voice causes you to stop. Heart suddenly beating quicker, you blink a few times before taking a few steps back- now standing in front of a cell most would never dare to linger around.

“Excuse me..?” You ask, your curious {E/C} eyes scanning behind the bars and into the darkness of the room in front of you.

A small snicker comes from the cell before pale, slender hands press against the glass and slide towards the bars on the doors tiny window.

“He’s not gonna love you.”

You’re not sure why you’ve even begun to entertain this conversation. But something about it made you stay.

“I’m not sure I know what you’re talking about..”

The blondes eyes shown clearer than normal as they caught the dim light. The alley cat grin on her washed out lips grew wider. Orderly had explained to you already, that Harley had been cooperating more than usual lately- taking her meds, eating, answering questions better than before, but still no real answers. A thought flitters across your mind as you bring your notebook down to your side.

“How are you today, Harleen?”

She scoffs, rolling her eyes. Smile still plastered on her features.

“You think it’s gonna be all fun and games. That, you’re gonna go in there and help him out. Escape, even,” she pouts, then smiles again. “I need you to do something for me,” she says, mocking his gravelly tone. “And you’ll do it. ‘Cause you’d do anythin’ for Mistah J..”

You tense up, suddenly on guard and defensive. A lump slides down your throat as you try to swallow.

“Have you taken your medicine today? You’re being absurd, Doctor Quinzel. Well, more so than usual.”

Harley’s eyes stay locked on yours.

“I was in your position once too, {Y/N}.”

“It’s Doctor {Y/L/N}, Harleen. And I haven’t the slightest idea what you’re going on about.”

“You’re new,” she giggles.

In fact, you know exactly what she’s talking about. And you’re afraid her new found willingness of cooperation and taking of medicine has cleared her thoughts enough to see what’s going on. Almost afraid now, you clutch your notebook to your chest and shake your head. What could this bode for you? In love with the infamous Queen of Gotham’s king?

“I’ll be back to speak with you at around four-thirty for our session, Harleen.”

You begin to walk towards Jokers cell again, attempting to shake off what just happened.

“Tell my puddin’ I’ll be waitin’ for him..” you hear her whispering faintly, the sudden emotion in her voice sounding as though she were about to cry.

The last thing you wanted to do was have a clown mob hit on your head the size of Mount Everest. But you can’t help how you feel. He’d turned on that faucet the day you met, allowing it to trickle slowly, slowly until he turned it on further and further. This had been a long time coming. Harley Quinn was not going to change that for you.

Besides, she’s locked up and controlled, what’s the worst that could happen?

A smile brightens your face as you see his room. It too is damask and dark, but you know he brightens it up with his own smile. Your keys jingle as the rain beats on the window, (a request you put in just for him, thinking the light of day and possible sound of rain or wind could serve as some therapy) and you hear him groan softly as he stretches his legs behind the glass.

“Doctor {Y/L/N}!” He exclaims sleepily. “I was waiting for you.”

“I see that, Mister J,” you say with a light grin, stepping into the room and closing the door behind you. “Have a nice nap?”

“It was.. alright. It could’ve been better, with a nicer bed… Say, maybe even someone to share it with.”

A blush fills your cheeks as his cool eyes meet yours.

“Now, now,” your tone is soft with him. He brings out the compassionate side in you that no other patient has before.

You sit down, the straight jacket he dons looks extra uncomfortable today. You bite your lip briefly and sit down in the chair opposite his couch, (another gift) wondering if taking it off might be a good thing.

That would depend on his progress today, you think.

“Harley misses you,” you blurt out, quickly noticing your statement almost sounded harsh. You try to reel it back. “She’s doing so well. Taking her medicine, she’s even eating without force.”

You know you aren’t supposed to be discussing other patients, especially not Harley to Joker. It could be your job on the line. But you feel as though you have to gauge just what’s going to take place here today. And well, if all goes well, maybe you won’t need your job after all.

“Enough about her,” he says, leaning slightly towards you. “I knew she’d go back to normal, eventually. It’s just how she is.. can’t trust anyone,” he mumbles before pausing. “It’s you, Doctor, that I want to discuss today.”

You turn your face slightly, still meeting his gaze. His stare seems to pull every part of your soul from the depths of body.


“Yes, you. You’ve shown me such kindness since I’ve been here this time, doctor. You oughta know that it’s been.. playin’ on my soft heart..”

“It has?” You ask breathless, leaning in now. Your {E/C} eyes are doe-like, and you hardly know what you’re doing.

“Can I trust you, {Y/N}?” He asks, his grin endearing in your eyes.

“Yes, of course you can. You can always trust me. Always.”

Hearing your first name spill from his lips like honey into a jar breaks your composure. You’re leaned in closer, attention on him and only him, and you’d put a bullet between your own eyes if it meant he’d trust you.

“Would you be a doll, and.. take me outta this thing? It’s so.. so.. uncomfortable!”

“Yes,” you nod, carefully reaching over and undoing the belts on the jacket. You haven’t noticed your breathing is heavier, but he has. A smirk places itself on his lips as he watches your face. Even he thinks you’re gorgeous, but he’d never let you in on that.

“Ah…” he breathes as you place the jacket on the back of your own chair. Stretching his arms behind his head, he leans back again. Desperately, you want to be close to him. But you know you’ve got a job to do, still.

The notebook pages crinkle between your fingers as you turn them to an empty page. The pen glides across the paper, leaving a black ink trail of dots and lines before speaking to him.

You clear your throat gently. “So, how’s the windowed room working?” You manage a sweet smile again, coming back to your inhibitions.

“Great. The suns warmth, the rains beauty. It all reminds me of you, Doctor.”

The glass in your mind shatters all over again, and you pause momentarily before setting the notebook and pen down on the table beside you. Placing your hands in your lap, you look into his eyes with a longing.

“Let me help you, Mister J..”

He pulls back, the grin still on his face said nothing, but he seemed to almost know this was coming.

“Help me?” His voice bellows. “Just how would you plan to do that?”

You look around, the hallway was clear but you knew anyone could see or be there at any given moment with cameras and panic buttons everywhere.

“I.. I don’t know, yet. But I can. If you could just hang on.. a few extra days..”

The wheels in your head are turning as you try to think of a way to get him out sooner. You just can’t bear to see him in that jacket again.

Honey, if you give me a little more credit, I could bust outta here myself..”


“How? They’ll see you, J.. And God knows what they’ll do to you then..”

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about me.”


“I.. Can I come with you?”

You can tell the laugh that escapes from him did just that, escape. He tries to quiet himself before laying a hand on your cheek. The warmth was not something you expected, and you press your face against his palm softly.

He moves inches from your face. Fear, intrigue, lust and admiration all wash over you at once. Your obsession with him has gotten out of hand, and you realize this once he stands up before you, ready to leave.

You stand and turn to face him.

“I wouldn’t want a delicate little thing like you getting hurt out there, Doctor,” he coos, reaching under the table for a gun and ammunition that had been hiding there all along. You had no idea, but in the moment, this didn’t bother you, either.

You follow him out of the room, pain on your features. “I can deal with more than you may think,” you say quietly, trying to convince him as you both make your way down the empty hall. He loads the gun, the clanking echoing off the walls as he becomes careless to the noise. The emptiness while a patient is escaping is almost eerie as you think about the lack of security around.

“Puddin’!” You hear an excited squeal coming from the cell that had stopped you before. A wave of worry flows over you, and you think you’ll have no chance if he lets her out, too. You stop and lean against the wall as he steps in front of Harley’s door.

“Baby, I thought I’d never see ya,” you hear him say, his tone even more sultry than it had been with you, causing hurt to course through your veins.

They hold an exchange as you suddenly feel your cheeks growing hot. You touch your cheek now, looking at your hand in the dark. Tears. This mornings mascara melting down your face. Suddenly a loud bang clanks against the bars that frightens you, and you peek over at them.

“No! You’re not leaving me again!” She yells at him.

“I gotta new one of you, Harls. You’re becoming too… compliant, too… soft. This one though.. she’ll do whatever I want. Just for me,” he growls.

You straighten up as he walks over and grabs your arm, lugging you back in front of her door and wrapping an arm around you.

“Meet Doctor {Y/L/N}!” He laughs, pretending as though they’ve never met.

“What’s up with you and psychiatrists?” She grumbles, pouting.

“What can I say, the most sane specimens of the human race just, get me..”

Suddenly, her toned arms slide through the bars, grabbing hold of you and pulling you back against them, causing strands of your hair to fall from your styling that day.

You feel something cold and sharp pressed against your throat, and start to feel like maybe this wasn’t such a great idea as you can’t escape her grip.

“I’ll cut her throat, J,” she says in haste. “Then what’re ya gonna do?”

“Hmm.. find myself a new psych.” He looks at her through bold eyes, laughing.

“I told you this wasn’t gonna work, lady. I meant it,” she roars into your ear.

Has she even been taking her meds at all? How did she get that knife? Better yet, a new psychiatrist? You vowed in your own mind never to disobey him, if you made it out of here alive.

A wave of people began to flood in, shouting orders and commands to control the situation. One by one, he gunned them down with a smile and a laugh. Patients began to scream, and distracted, Harley loosened her grip. You break free and look at her through the glass. 

Emotion written all over her face, she stares back at you. She smiles, leaning in to lick the glass slowly before screaming and throwing her fist into it where your face should be from her view.

He begins to walk away and the better side of your sanity kicks in, almost causing you to feel sorry for her as you follow him again. A twinge of light allows you to catch a glimpse of a tear on her tattooed cheek before you go.

“Where to now, Mister J?” You ask, your breathing labored from trying to catch up.

A loud, cackle fills the halls, bouncing in and out of the cells you pass, and he cocks the now reloaded gun.

“The bat cave, darling.”

fast food service gothic

you’re asked to sweep and mop.

“this isn’t what i ordered,” the customer says. they hold up a receipt with shaking hands like it’s a talisman. the ink blurs, unreadable, dripping off the page and pooling onto the counter. “just give them food,” the manager whispers. “please.”

the senior employees are huddled into a circle. they are laughing. you try to get their attention and fail – you help a wailing customer as best you can. they are laughing. the customers are fighting. they are laughing. the building is on fire. everyone else has left. they are laughing.

a customer asks for a food item you’ve never heard of before. you tell them so, and they scoff, saying they ordered it the last time they were here. you check the menu again, expecting to find nothing, only to see exactly what they asked for. but of course you do. that’s always been there. hasn’t it?

someone has left their jacket in the lobby. someone has left their phone in the lobby. someone has left their pants in the lobby. someone has left their bag. it pulses, and everyone pretends not to see.

you haven’t seen that one coworker in a while. now that you think about it, you’re pretty sure you only saw them one or two times to begin with, weeks ago. you ask your other coworkers if they’ve seen them around. “who?” your coworkers ask. their eyes barely hide their fear. you don’t bring it up again.

the timer on the fryers beep demandingly. you shut them off. the fryers beep. you shut them off. the fryers beep. no matter how many times you press the button, they still beep, beep, beep, refusing to be silenced. they are following you. not even your dreams are sacred.

brainy-twilight  asked:

So many questions for Henry! Okay, so, Henry, your profile says that in addition to being an animator, you used to be a soldier? What was that like? Was it before or after your work as an animator? What was scarier in your opinion; fighting in the war, or being trapped in the studio? Did your experience with the former help at all with the latter? Did you have any friends in the army? What about the studio? Do you miss any of your old co-workers there?

“Whoah, heh. Take a breath. I don’t think anyone’s ever expressed this much interest in my life before. I’ll do my best to answer.”

“Being a soldier was… The same as it is for anyone else, I guess. I don’t think my experience was special. It was after I was an animator - that’s why I left. Got drafted. I didn’t really have a lot of contact with the states at all, but it was pretty weird when some friends from the studio would mail me a couple frames from new cartoons I wasn’t a part of… Nowhere near as weird as when I came home though.

Being trapped in studio was definitely scarier. By a long shot. They shipped us out after only eight weeks of training, but it was eight weeks more training than I got for my time trapped in the studio. Not to mention overseas I had a unit, in the studio I don’t think I ever felt more alone.

Also… magic ink and living cartoons… Those were certainly some big surprises. But yeah, my training definitely prepared me, as much as anyone could be prepared to face something like that, I guess.

Yeah, I had friends in the army. I don’t really know how though, I pretty much kept my head down. Nice guys. A couple of them are here in Lampblack, and in the police. They’ve been really helpful.

Mostly I think I’ve just been too busy to think about it as much as I used to. But sure, of course I miss my old co-workers… Or maybe I just miss my time there. Felt like it got cut short. Like I missed my shot. I wonder all the time about what had happened if I stayed. Though I think - ridiculous as it sounds - this is actually the best case scenario I’m living right now. Life is a crazy ride.”

Voltron Characters as Shit I've Said/Done pt. 5:

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Shiro: *Laying on the floor dissociating while 2 children sit on top of him yelling at each other about who knows what* I deserve this.

Keith: I was going to say “I’m not emo,” but I realized that I’m literally wearing My Chemical Romance merch in 2017.

Lance: I have to be the best uncle to these kids so they’ll love me more than the rest. HEY KIDS, WHO WANTS ICE CREAM?!

Hunk: My anxiety is like Donald Trump. It’s there, it’s fucking shit up it’s not supposed to, and I want it gone.

Pidge: Where did that tree come from? Who put it there? Has it always been there? Do I really not go outside enough to know what’s in my front yard?

Matt: I’m older than you so you have to do what I say. I don’t care if I look like I’m 13.

Allura: Yeah I’m royal. A royal mess. Please help, I don’t know what I’m doing 95% of the time.

Coran: Trust me, I’m an expert in this. *Turn computer off then back on.* Problem solved.

Lotor: I have standards. They may seem low to you, but to me they’re pretty high.

JB Imagine - Weekly Idol

A/N - Anon requested~ I feel like this one has been sitting in my drafts for so long haha but I hope you all enjoy!

Recently, your group had released a new album and music video. It had been pretty successful despite having to compete with the likes of Got7. They weren’t a rival group necessarily but you often found yourselves having a comeback at similar times to them. Because of that, you had all gotten close with the members of Got7 and were very good friends with them all. You were the leader of your group and so had naturally connected with the leader of Got7, JB. Having the leadership role meant you both had something in common which led to the two of you spending as much time together as your schedules had allowed. It was almost inevitable that you’d develop feelings for each other and the two of you were now in a relationship and had been for almost three months. No one really knew of your relationship outside of family, close friends or your group’s managers. Many of your fans actually shipped both you and JB together and they would always love to see your interactions of variety shows particularly on Weekly Idol. 

Both your group and Got7 had been invited to go on Weekly Idol together to promote your comebacks. You always loved going on the show with your members and knew it would be fun as usual. Sitting in the waiting room on your phone, you didn’t notice someone sneaking up behind you to peck your cheek. 
“Surprise,” you heard JB say from behind you. You turned to see his grinning face and you couldn’t resist but give him a gentle kiss. 
“Hello, you. Ready for the show?”
“Now that I’ve seen you, I am.”
“Don’t be so cheesy,” you said as you rolled your eyes and giggled at him. Standing up, you followed JB out of the room into the studio. All of your members and the staff greeted you both and the show started.

As the show went on, the hosts announced a popular segment of theirs where members of a group would try to increase another member’s heart rate over a certain number. It just so happened that your members had nominated you since you were the leader. You sat opposite the Got7 members and tried to prepare yourself for the inevitable cringeworthy moves. As they each tried to get your heart rate increasing, you managed to stay relaxed despite Yugyeom’s sexy dance or Jackson’s muscular arms. Your members were cheering you on but you knew that you wouldn’t be able to focus when the final member got up. How could your heart not race when JB did something sexy right in front of you? You shifted in your seat, already sensing your heart rate increase.
“(Y/N)! It seems like you’re already nervous for JB!” One of the MCs exclaimed, making you blush in your seat. JB stepped a little closer to you and looked in your eyes as he began to sing a slow R&B song while moving his hips. The blush on your cheeks remained as his eyes connected with yours. You felt your heart racing and the MCs pointed out you were close to losing. JB took it a step further and reached out to hold your hand, almost sending you over the edge. Luckily, the timer rang just before your heart leapt over the limit they had set. You and your members cheered as they handed you a prize for winning.

The show continued on as usual until the end when you and JB finally had some time alone. 
“Did you like my little performance earlier?” He teased, giving you a smirk.
“No, of course not,” you responded, avoiding eye contact.
“That’s not what your blushing face seemed to say earlier.”
“Oh be quiet, you.” You snaked your arms around his neck and leaned up to kiss him. “I guess I did kind of like watching it,” you whispered to him.
“How about I give you a private show later?”
“I’d want nothing more.”