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glasses [ ab x r ]

fandom : Dear Evan Hansen

 by :  Summer

pairing : Alana Beck x Reader

summary : In which you are there for Alana the day she got her glasses.

 word count : 1738

warnings : cussing, ooc writing,,, ugh sorry.., mentions of sexual content (ofc bcus jared kinKMAN)

a / n : Sorry, this is a really bad and pointless fluff. I feel so self conscious about this one, like after those last two fics, this is going to be a total let down. eh. I’m begging y’all for more Alana fics, I just love her so much I swear. Any sort of support is sincerely respected: liking, commenting, reblogging, following, anything! Constructive criticism is always appreciated :) Thanks for reading, I love you.


“Alana!” you smiled cheerfully, meeting your girlfriend by her locker.

“Hey!” she pulled you into a quick hug, “What brings you here?”

You feigned offense, “What? I can’t just meet up with the love of my life whenever?”

She rolled her eyes and pressed a soft kiss on your cheek, “Oh, remind me after school I want to tell you about something.”

“Sure thing, you wanna walk back to my place then and we can hang out there?”

“That works perfectly,” she gave you a wide grin.

You took a moment to admire her. Every inch of her long locks of dark hair, coiled in small sections that bounced with her every step. The way she circled her thumb over the metal button of her jacket. How her magenta skirt swirled slightly when she swayed her hips. Her soft, full, kissable lips-

“Look, it’s high school’s gayest couple!”

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A Friend In Need Is A Friend Indeed

A/N: This is quite possibly the worst thing I’ve ever written, but lord am I proud of it. I’ve heard this little “joke” tossed around quite often, but I wasn’t sure if anyone had properly written anything regarding it. I couldn’t seem to find anything, so I took it upon myself to put it to words in all of its severely awkward glory. I hope you, whoever you might be, enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Feedback is appreciated. Requests are open!

Warnings: Smut. Extremely awkward smut.

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anonymous asked:

How do you make shiros Galra arm

Okay, so I previously answered this question, but apparently people want this in more detail.

Note: My Shiro arm was basically made over a 3 day weekend (minus final gluing of hand pieces (drying time included, this takes a week or a week and a half) immediately after Voltron Legendary Defender season 1 was released. It’s not perfect, but I’m happy enough with it I have no plans to remake it. That also means I didn’t take a lot of progress pics. There is not a pattern, I free-formed it. Additionally I am a terrible influence and this is probably not a healthy example in so far as glue usage.

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anonymous asked:

Can you write a fic where bts are werewolfes,and Jungkook is all their soulmate,But he's a pup so they have to slowly prepare him for his role as their lover and other half in the future,But for now Kook can't drink from a normal cup no matter how much he tries so he need his sippy cup or a bottle to drink his milk,and his older soulmates find him so endearing and cute,They love seing him being fed so they can take in the cute sight, and call him their baby,I wish this would be long. I LOVE YOU❤

First of all I’d like to apologize for how long this actually took me to complete. Also I’m not sure if it’s as long as you would’ve liked, but I tried my best and I hope you like it!

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2moms-0fucks  asked:

19. :) I've got a dirty mind.

19.  “The paint is supposed to go… where?”

Rating:  Mature or Explicit, NSFW

Word count: 1000, but putting it under cut for some sexiness

This is a continuation of the little piece I did a little whie ago for #5 “Wait a minute are you jealous?”  Which is here.  But it is not necessary to read the first one first.

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Scully was leaning against the bathroom wall, her legs straight in front of her, applying a second coat of sheer pink polish to her fingernails.  The tile was cold and uncomfortable, but she always liked to do them here on the floor, where a spill would be manageable.  

Mulder was leaning shirtless against the cabinet opposite her, watching her intently, his feet pressed against the wall next to her, his long legs forming a tent beside her in order to fit.  She dabbed the polish onto her third finger and started to laugh.

“What?” he asked grinning foolishly, still apparently under the influence of this afternoon’s dalliance.

“Your feet come up to here on me,” she said.  She didn’t have a free hand to show him where she meant, but he could see it for himself. He crept his toes over her body and she pulled carefully away, holding her hand steady.

“Stop, don’t make me mess up,” she said through a smile, not even convincing herself.  But he obeyed, resting his heel back on the floor beside her. She could feel the soft fur of his legs against her smooth calves.

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  • Regulus: You know, it is incredibly odd. Sirius and I know so little about our parents. Such as Mother. What was her maiden name?
  • Andromeda: [Says matter-of-factly] Black.
  • Sirius: I think he meant her maiden name.
  • Narcissa: [Condescendingly sighs] Black.
  • Sirius: Wait… You’re not saying…
  • Andromeda: Uncle Orion and Aunt Walburga are second cousins.
  • Sirius: Ew!
  • Regulus: [Face pales] What?
  • Narcissa: Oh, don’t act so scandalised. It is not at all uncommon for prominent families to keep the bloodlines close.
  • Regulus: Keeping the bloodlines close… [Looks woozy]
  • Sirius: Is that honestly what we’re calling it?
  • Narcissa: Well, what would you call it?
  • Sirius: Oh, I don’t know. How about, ‘Good morning, Appalachia, I got a mighty cute sister and an extra set of toes’.
  • Andromeda: No one has any extra toes.
  • Sirius: I have a double-jointed thumb.
  • Andromeda: Remarkable. Use it to help me settle your brother, please. He looks like he might be sick.
  • Sirius: I’m sorry, but I don’t understand how everyone was so okay with this. I mean, what? Did they just go, 'What a cute couple. They look so much alike’. Hah! Cissy, just like you and Lucy.
  • Regulus: So… Mother and Father have the same great-grandfather.
  • Andromeda: Try not to think about it.
Ankh’s Arm Tutorial Under the Read More~!

For those who may or may not know, I cosplay Ankh from Kamen rider ooo’s and let me say they’re aren’t any tutorials on how to do his arm!! So I thought I would do a favor to any future Ankh cosplayers out there by making one!

Notes to see before seeing tutorial:
I made my arm back in August which was like 4 months ago and there’s things I did during that time that I can’t remember why I did now, so sorry if I do something and I can’t explain why I did! Also, due me not having a tutorial to look at myself when I made the arm, I did a lot of trial and error things and I really believe you should try some too when making this. This cosplay is a big step for cosplayers who have never worked with craft foam(literally me doing this) and It’s good to see what works and what does not when using foam. There’s also a shit ton of photo’s in here!! Also sorry for any type-o’s!!! 

Goodluck!!

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Sweat

Do you think you could write something sweet with Gideon? I miss him so!!!

I am so happy that I am not the only person that misses him!  Don’t get me wrong, Rossi is awesome.  But Gideon was, too, in my eyes.  Here is your one-shot, comin’ ‘atcha!

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“Anybody seen Y/N?” Gideons asks.

“Who?” Morgan mumbles.

“Y/N.  The intern on this level.”

“There’s an intern for the level?” J.J. asks.

“There’s an intern for most of them,” Gideon trails off.

It was Wednesday morning, and you had taken to staying in the shadows.  You were able to slink fairly unnoticed by most of the people on the 6th level of the FBI building, and your salary as an intern gave you exactly what you needed.  And, in return for only negotiating for 15 business days of paid leave, you were able to slip yourself into a basic pension plan that wasn’t usually set aside for interns, especially since you were taking the low end of the salary spectrum for interns in the first place.

But there was a man on the floor that had taken notice of you.

Sometimes you would leave cookies out for everyone to grab.  Sometimes it would be donuts.  Sometimes it would even be something as simple as a large carafe of coffee from the shop across the road, complete with styrofoam cups.

No one seemed to question where the goodies came from.

Except Jason.

“I’m sure she’s probably just got a day off,” Hotch murmurs, slightly ashamed that he hadn’t taken much notice of you either.

But Gideon wasn’t easily swayed.

As he turns his back and makes his way for his office, he begins pulling file drawers out from the metal fortress in the corner, moving his fingers over files, pulling everyone that had the name Y/N attached to it until he flipped it open and saw your picture.

“Y/N Y/L/N…” he mumbles to himself.

Clocking your address, he grabs his coat as Spencer appears, hot on his heels and asking a million questions a second.

“Reid,” Jason interrupts, “stay with the team.  They’re gonna need you on this case.  I’ll be back soon.”

Gideon didn’t listen to his stuttering as he entered the elevator and started running through the fastest way to get to your apartment.

Driving through town, the towering structures giving way to trees and mangled concrete streets, he finally pulls off into a gravel off-road that begins weaving him through a series of dilapidated homes, fit for nothing more than catching men that they go after every day of their lives.

And then the road broke into a dirt pathway, giving way to a clearing up ahead as a tiny house comes into view.

Not tiny as in small.

Tiny as in a legitimate tiny home.

Driving up to the door as he shuts his car off, he looks for any sign of forced entry, assuming the worst and being prepared for it.

But nothing looked out of place.  No broken windows, no open door, no broken objects.

So he started for the couple of steps up to the door of your, quite literally, mobile home.

But when he knocked on your door and it slowly started to swing open, he braced himself as he draws his gun.

“Y/N!” he calls out into the small space.

He figured, with the home being so small, that he would see you immediately.

And it worried him that he didn’t.

“Y/N!?” he calls out again.

It was then that he heard your light pants wafting from over a balcony on the small upper level of the home.

Holstering his gun as he leaps for the built-in ladder, he quickly scales it as your body comes into view, your pajamas sticking to you as beads of sweat drip off of your forehead and onto the soaked pillow beneath your head.

The steep indention into your temple signaled to him how dehydrated you were.

“Y/N,” Jason coos as he crawls closer to you, “Y/N, can you hear me?”

But all he was met with was another groan.

Prying your eye open as he watches for any sort of pupil dilation, he sighs in relief when he sees the blackened part of your eye flex, denoting to him that you hadn’t been drugged.

“Hang on,” Jason breathes, pulling out his cell phone and being fairly surprised at the service he was able to get.

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Coming to as your eyes flutter open, you unstick your tongue from the roof of your mouth as you attempt to swallow.

But the action just spurred on a coughing fit.

“Here,” you hear a familiar voice say.

Feeling something dance on your lips, you part them as a straw gets slipped into your mouth.

Bless this mysterious person.

Taking a few long sips of cool water, you let go of the straw as you hear the cup being set somewhere to your left.

Opening your mouth as you try to speak, all that comes out is a very long sigh, the energy you thought you had draining from your body the moment you tried to speak.

“Just rest,” the voice commands lightly.

Puckering your lips in an attempt to talk, you feel a hand descend upon yours as the warmth causes your skin to pucker.

You somehow found the strength to turn your hand, your cold, frail fingers encompassing the warm hand that you hoped would never go away.

“Just sleep,” the voice whispers.

And back into sleep you traveled.

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Fluttering your eyes open as you lob your head off towards the window, you see the dark sky outside and began wondering how long you had been asleep.

It was your shifting that startled the man in the corner.

Sitting yourself up in your bed as your head begins to spin, you bring the heel of your hand to your head as you squeeze your eyes shut.

“Take it slow,” the voice says.

Gideon.

The voice was Gideon’s.

And he must have seen the recognition soften your face.

“What-…what are you-”

“I came looking for you,” Jason says matter-of-factly.

“Why…?”

“You didn’t show up for work Wednesday morning,” he adds.

“How-…?” you breathe.

“You don’t go unnoticed by everyone, Y/N,” Gideon says as he begins scooting his chair to your side.

You were too tired to ask anymore questions.

“You were very dehydrated when I found you,” Jason admits.

“I’m shocked you found me at all,” you breathe as you ease yourself back down into the bed.

The light smile that crept onto Jason’s face went unnoticed by you, your eyes still shut to stave off the headache.

“You’ve been in and out for a few days now.  Your kidney and liver functions suffered for a bit because of your sweating.”

But you just remained silent.

“You sweat like that every night, don’t you?” Jason asks.

He was met with nothing but a heavy sigh.

“Doctors said between the sweating you do and the coffee you drink, you’ve probably been dehydrated for at least a week.”

“How long have I been here?” you croak.

“Four days.”

“When can I go home?” you ask meekly.

“After they do one more kidney and liver evaluation tomorrow.”

The silence that filled the room was heavy, sinking you into your hospital bed as tears begin to rise to your eyes.

“Psychology,” Jason lulls.

“Hm?” you hum.

“The books on the shelves underneath the ladder in your home.  They were mostly of Psychology,” Jason states.

“Mhm,” you lull.

“Is it a curiosity?  A passion…?” Jason trails off.

“More selfish than that,” you croak.

Gideon nodded in understanding.  He had purposely left off the third option to see if you would be truthful with him.

“Found anything helpful?” he asks as he leans forward, placing his elbows in his knees as he watches you slowly turn your head towards him.

Then…he watched you slowly peel your eyes open.

The hurt, and anguish…and desperation…that was buried deep within them caused a visible hitch in his throat.

“No,” you breathe as tears rise once again to your eyes.

“Have you tried talking to anyone?” he asks, his hand reaching out for your arm as he settles it on top of your wrist.

“Stop asking questions you already know the answer to,” you lull.

Gideon was aware of what put you in the hospital.  You had already been seeing someone to talk.  And that someone decided that concoctions of medications were necessary.  And, for whatever reason, you had decided to pull yourself off of all of them at once.

It swung your body into a withdrawal you weren’t equipped to handle, mingling with the sweating caused by your nightly terrors.

He was honestly shocked you hadn’t collapsed sooner than you did.

“Why did you stop taking them?” Gideon asks lowly.

“I have a lot of…reservations,” you swallow as you begin to twirl your fingers up in the blanket covering your body, “I have them in social situations.  I have them in large groups.  I am borderline OCD, as well as very anxious when it comes to face-to-face talking.  The psychiatrist needed to drug me before I’d even talk to her.”

“Maybe you just needed a different person to talk to,” Jason nods.

Shrugging lightly, you draw in a ragged breath and keep talking.

“I thought about many things: what it would be like if I wasn’t so different.  What it would be like to have grown up in a different family.  What would’ve happened to me if I-…”

You felt your panic begin to rise in your throat, choking off your words as you begin to fist the blanket beneath your fingers.

“Sssshhhh,” Jason soothes, swirling his thumb over the joint of your wrist.

“…if I hadn’t been-…”

You felt yourself losing control.

“1…2…3…4…5…6…7…”

As Jason sits there, his head bowed to his lap as he listens to you whisper-count, his phone lights up on his hip as he quietly unhooks it from its holster, his thumb working quickly to open up Garcia’s message.

Y/N Y/L/N: kidnapped in ‘91 at age 6.  Found on accident in hostage bank robbery in ‘03 at age 18.  Has Associate’s Degree in Psych from online college.

The message caused the bile to rise in his throat.

“…34…35…36…”

And then, you felt the panic slowly begin to subside.

Laying there in the hospital bed, a tear trickling down the side of your face as you slowly flutter your eyes open, you feel Jason’s hand move from your wrist to your fingers, wrapping your hand within his yet again as he squeezes reassuringly.

“You’re safe where you work,” Jason lulls, his thumb continuing its light strokes as he watches your body begin to relax back into sleep.

“You’re safe with me,” he whispers lightly, your mind finally drifting off into sleep.

I haven’t seen anything quite like this for ankles, but I’ll keep an eye out. That would be really nice if they did! @autisticsnakeprince

They mostly help my wrists but they do provide a little bit of stability on the lower thumb joint. I’d mainly say they’re for wrists though @sherpawhale

I’m not quite sure. I read in the reviews that someone said they withstood numerous washing’s but since they do run a tad small and are one size only, I can’t give a definite answer. Very sorry @achetivst

Soft Kitty, Warm Kitty, Little Ball of Fur.

This is a phanfic based on a prompt I got sent here: (I have never written anything like this before so this is new haaaaa)

Title: Soft Kitty, Warm Kitty, Little Ball of Fur

Genre: Fluffy AU/Domestic

Description: Dan Howell has a special ability in which when feeling anxious/scared he can morph into his spirit animal…which just happens to be a cat. Cue him feeling terrified during a thunderstorm and Phil making him feel better. This is pure fluffy goodness with an AU twist!

Word Count: 1691

P.S. If you haven’t ever watched the Big Bang Theory, the ending might confuse you. 

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der their now cracked RayBans. I stared dumbly at my thumb joint cranking around its socket in a spiraling motion, exposed bone and muscle glistening daintily under the bloodied leather of their boot rolling back and forth. Looks like they bought them just for this occasion. I wished I could appreciate the humor of that. Th

By Your Side - Klaine AU [PG-13]

robustbisexual prompted: meeting on a train au from this post, with dom!kurt and sub!blaine.
D/s society where people are grouped into Doms and subs; (~1,8k / AO3 link)
warning for: demophobia/ochlophobia, people experiencing feelings of panic in crowds. Thanks to my wonderful betas for their help!

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Kurt curses when he sees the crowd on the platform. He’d forgotten about that Dom convention festival thing. Outings like this are not really his thing, and he’s weary of the Doms that attend there anyway – they’re always boasting loudly about their latest hook-ups - probably without even asking if their respective sub is okay with them talking about it.

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Thank you very much! Hands are one of my favourite things to draw. I used to study palmistry as a child so I like to incorporate what I can remember from it in my portrayals. I had a lot of fun drawing out physical headcanons here haha.

Here’s Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Suga and Daichi, click on each photo for more information. Have a great week!

onlygodswearredleather  asked:

Once you get this you have to say 5 things you like about yourself publicly, and then send this to 10 of your favourite followers, because positivity is the shit 😊

  1. my eyes
  2. my nose freckles
  3. my double-jointed thumbs bc they’re a good ice breaker when i run out of ideas on how to impress ppl
  4. my eyebrows !
  5. skin