too worried to be excited

You vs the alliance he told you not to worry about.

Luffy might not be too excited, but boy I am living. Everything about this chapter was gold, from Chopper/Carrot/Brook being adorable to literally everything Jinbe did to #bruleeanddieselfornakama2k17, I could not be more hyped right now bring on the tea party wooooooooooooooo

(Thanks @shevoj1207​ for the advice on this one!)

WIP for some up coming merch~ I wanted to try and make beach towel;; haha;; Sorry my merch is so stupid and self indulgent L O L

I’m trying a new printing vendor…but if it comes out well then I will probably do Shiro too. And Lance if I don’t tire out of rendering abs (it will never happen don’t worry)


Team Japan (figure skating) || Winter Universiad2017

Bts Maknae Line + Rapmon Reaction to You Kissing them after they Win at BBMA


After all of the adrenaline and happiness of winning, I don’t think he would be too embarrassed. Instead, it would just be icing on the cake. After they came off stage as they were walking back through the crowd, you’d run up to kiss him, catching him a little off guard. He’d smile into the kiss and put his hands on your waist, pulling you back in for a quick congratulatory hug. It’d add just a little more pride to the occasion, but he’d be too overjoyed to be smug. That would come later when watching clips of the event, or when talking about it.


Jimin would be all happy and pumped from the win, and your kisses would just add giggly to the mix of moods and emotions going on. He’d respond immediately, putting a hand on your cheek and leaning back in to give you another tiny peck on the lips and one or two on the cheek as you congratulated him. It might make him a little shy, but he’d be too happy and excited to be worried about it.


Tae would have been keeping a lot of his excitement in while they were going up on stage, but getting off, he’d feel the urge to let it out, and when you ran up and kissed him, he’d get positively giddy. He’d smile into the kiss and once you pulled away, he’d cup your face in his hands and leave little baby pecks all over your forehead and cheeks and the tip of your nose briefly before continuing on with the rest of the group.


Rapmon would be very greatful for it, it would make him proud and he’d feel confident. As the leader and the only fluent English speaker, he felt the pressure of carrying the groups image and making the speech. When you ran up to give him a kiss and show your support, it would help him to feel confident and sure of himself. He’d put his hands on your hips and return the kiss before you congratulated him. He’d say thank you and hold your hand briefly, giving it a gentle squeeze.

I don’t know why, but I kept thinking about Harry’s first tattoo this morning.

It happens a few years out of Hogwarts, after Auror training when Harry has enough experience to lead some missions or go onto the field on his own without an older supervisor.

He, Ron, Hermione, and a smattering of others from their lines of work gather every other Friday at their favorite bar tucked into the edge of Diagon Alley. It’s how they unwind after a long week at work, catch up when life becomes too hectic to know what everyone’s up to. And it’s not too popular which allows them to relax without worrying about press or excited citizens. 

It’s late, and mostly everyone has decided to head home, but Harry is just tipsy enough that he knows he may get sick after floo-ing home and he can’t concentrate enough for what’s required to apparate. So he exits the bar and wanders down the darkened streets of Diagon Alley to clear his head, thankful that everyone is too wrapped up in their own business to care that Harry Potter is in their vicinity. A few people gasp, nod, and wave at him, which he tries to minimize and keep moving.

He stumbles upon the tattoo shop by accident, ducking into the nearest door when he hears a sharp “Oh! Wait! Is that–?” from behind. 

The shop is empty save for a light coming from a back room, and Harry considers leaving again before whoever works here comes out to see him in their shop, but then movement against the wall catches his eye and he’s mesmerized into stillness. The walls are covered with prints, various small designs and occasionally larger pieces scattered all over in a similar aesthetic common in muggle tattoo shops, except these tattoos move. They twirl and interact like the paintings in Hogwarts, though they’re silent while doing so. He sees tiny broomsticks zooming across the walls, butterflies, birds, owls, and even dementors flying alongside them. There are hearts that actually beat, flames that flicker, typewriter text that repeatedly appears and disappears. There’s a whole section of ladies who giggle together, waving and winking when they notice him noticing them. One of the mermaids whispers to her friend and Harry finds himself blushing at artwork, wondering if they can actually gossip in whatever plane of existence these things exist in.

“Sorry mate, we’re closed,” a gruff voice announces behind him and it takes all of Harry’s training to prevent him from flinching or looking like he just got caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to do. The man from the back is dressed very casually for Diagon Alley, in a sweater with rolled up sleeves and dark jeans. Before Harry can even register his face, however, his eyes zero in on the moving images on his forearms. He’s not close enough to see details, but he thinks he catches sight of a rose blooming and wilting in a continuous loop. An actual moving tattoo.

“You hear me?” the man asks again, his tone making it clear that Harry isn’t welcome at this time. 

“S-sorry,” Harry stutters, still feeling the after affects the drinks. His brain feels slow and clumsy, like he can’t keep up with this new process of information.

He knows he’s recognized as soon as the man’s eyes flicker to the scar on his forehead. Thankfully, the man doesn’t seem to care all that much about who he is. “Boy savior or not, we’re closed. I know I didn’t lock up yet but we aren’t open until 11 tomorrow. If you want a tat I suggest you come back then.” There’s a pregnant pause and the man’s eyes seem to see through him. “When you’re sober.”

“I wasn’t looking to get a tattoo,” Harry tries to explain.

“Then you’re really in the wrong place.” He gestures to the door and Harry turns to leave, not wanting to get on this guy’s wrong side or continue invading a closed shop. 

Right as he’s about to open the door, a flash of gold jerks away from the handle and Harry’s eyes (tipsy or not) are fixed on the familiar movement. He follows the shiny blur as it streaks across the walls, avoiding all of the other designs with ease before settling in the back corner, nearly disappearing within a pot of gold at the bottom of a rainbow. A snitch. He hasn’t played quidditch in so long…

“If you change your mind you can come back tomorrow, kid. Closed means no more customers.” Harry considers making a comment about not being a kid anymore but decides against it, leaving the shop and walking out onto the thankfully empty street.

Harry returns to the bar and uses their floo to make it back home. He thankfully doesn’t throw up but he lays awake in bed that night thinking about that tattoo shop, imagining all the different pieces of art people could have moving on their bodies.

He can’t stop thinking about the shop. It’s been a month and he’s still thinking about it. His brain has started to imagine different moving pieces on his own body and he spends a much longer time shirtless in front of the mirror considering what it might look like. He asks around, and not many people seem to have these sorts of tattoos. “I’ve heard about it,” Auror Johnson tells him, “But I think it’s new. Tattoos have always been more popular with muggles.” 

Hermione tells him that tattoos, permanent markers, have always been something wizards are cautious of. Something about ancient runes and the connection between artist and canvas. 

Ron scoffs loudly and explains the story of Bill and Charlie’s little adventure to get tattoos years back. How his mom had been furious and forbade any of the rest of them from even thinking about doing the same. “She’s popped in on us in the shower before, just to make sure.” Harry doesn’t have to ask to know that Charlie probably has a wicked dragon tattoo somewhere on his person. 

The more he thinks about it, the more anxious he is to return to the tattoo shop.

He goes back three months after the accidental entry. He’s walked past the outside numerous times, always passing it when he’s in the area getting drinks. The bright neon TATTOO sign out front is magical, the winding neon strands changing fonts and colors as it hovers in front of the shop. It’s calling out to him, literally and metaphorically.

He makes an appointment that night, right before closing, and the shop owner warns him against drinking beforehand. Because 1) he won’t do a tattoo Harry will change his mind about and 2) it doesn’t actually help you ignore the pain like people think it will. Magical tattoos don’t hurt any less than muggle ones.

Harry figures if he can die and come back to life that a tattoo won’t be so bad. 

He’s right.

That night he goes home and immediately strips off his t-shirt, standing in front of the mirror, smiling at the reddened flesh on his ribs that’s wrapped up and in a still position until it’s healed enough. It should be ready within a few days, the shop owner had said. Harry stares at the design in the mirror, giddy with excitement at his reckless decision for the first time in too long.

It becomes a game of sorts for Harry to play a Seeker’s game in the mirror after a shower or when he’s brushing his teeth. The golden snitch flits around his body with speed that’s startlingly accurate, wings fluttering at a pace that’s nearly invisible to the naked eye. It disappears behind his back, around his arms, hides itself in his hair. His hand jerks out to catch it right as it ducks down his neck, chest, under his pants. Harry laughs, feeling comfortable in this skin with it’s new companion.

He wakes up the next morning with the sunlight streaming into his bedroom through the light colored curtains. His vision is blurry without his glasses, but he sees the snitch tucked in his right palm, wings folded inside almost as if it too is sleeping. Harry curls his fingers, mouth twitched into a sleepy grin, and falls back asleep.

UNDERTALE starters
  • “…But nobody came.”
  • “I… I’ve changed my mind about all this. This isn’t a good idea anymore.”
  • “YOU! You’re standing in the way of everybody’s hopes and dreams!”
  • “I don’t want to break their hearts all over again. It’s better if they never see me.”    
  • “Despite everything, it’s still you.”
  • “Ah, the cactus. Truly the most tsundere of plants.”
  • “Go ahead. Prepare however you want. But when you step forward… I will KILL you.”
  • “It’s me, [name].”
  • “Wow! We haven’t even had our first date and I’m in the friendzone!”
  • “It pains me to say this, but… you should probably never come back here.”
  • “Maybe looking at this nice lamp will help you.”
  • “There is nothing left for us here. Let us erase this pointless world, and move on to the next.”
  • “They thought that he had killed the child.”
  • “Quit looking at me with that stupid expression. You’re pissing me off.”
  • “We’re all counting on you, kid. Good luck.”
  • “Nice day today, huh? Birds are singing, flowers are blooming… Perfect weather for a game of catch.”
  • “You can certainly find better than an old man/woman like me.” 
  • “I do not know if this is pathetic or endearing.”
  • “Oh. My god. I didn’t expect you to show up so soon! I haven’t showered, I’m barely dressed, it’s all messy, and…”
  • “You’re way better at dating than I am.”
  • “Get dunked on!”
  • “This is the power that the humans feared.”
  • “They must be here, playing a joke on me. I’ll just wait until one of them admits it…”
  • “…You really like hot animals, don’t you?”
  • “It was nice to meet you. …Goodbye.”
  • “On days like this, kids like you should be burning in Hell.”
  • “Remember. DON’T kill anyone. …I can’t believe this is a REAL thing I have to remind you.”
  • “…Why are you still here? Are you trying to keep me company?”
  • “You should be smiling, too. Aren’t you excited? Aren’t you happy?” 
  • “Don’t worry, my little monarch, my plan isn’t regicide. This is SO much more interesting.”
  • “What makes you think you’re in control?”
  • “Never come back here. You are not welcome.”
  • “Why does someone as great as me have to do so much to get recognition?!”
  • “You made your choice long ago.”
  • “Don’t you realize that being nice just makes you get hurt?”
  • “So you finally made it. The end of your journey is at hand.”
  • “I didn’t cry! I just… caught something in my eye!”
  • “You know what would be more valuable to everyone? IF YOU WERE DEAD!”
  • “Look. [Name] didn’t come to the meeting today. Say what you want about him/her/them. H/She’s/They’re weird, naive, self-absorbed. But [name] has NEVER missed a meeting. And no matter what time you call him/her/them on the phone… Night, day, afternoon, morning… He/she/they ALWAYS answers within the first two rings.”
  • “Anything you want to do is important enough. Even something as small as reading a book, or taking a walk… Please take your time.“
  • “[Name] hated humanity. Why they did, they never talked about it. But they felt very strongly about that.”
  • "If you… If you think I’m gonna give up hope, you’re wrong. ‘Cause I’ve got my friends behind me.”
  • “Perhaps we can reach a compromise. You still have something that I want.”
  • “Always wondered why people never use their strongest attack first.”
  • “No matter the struggles or hardships you faced… you strived to do the right thing. You refused to hurt anyone.”
  • “This is why I never make promises.”
  • “ …Why? Why are you being… so nice to me? I can’t understand. I can’t understand! I just can’t understand… “
  • “Honestly, fighting you IS pretty fun… So even if you ARE a sicko, I’ll take it!”
  • “Maybe you’d be better… at not killing anyone? Crazy idea, huh? Let me know how that one goes.” 
  • “Did I ever tell you about the time [name] flirted with me?”
  • “Now, I understand acting in self-defense. You were thrown into those situations against your will.”
  • “You’d better watch yourself, kid. Things are lookin’ real bad for you.”
  • “Are you ready? If you are not, I understand. I’m not ready either…”
  • “Oh my God! Will you two just smooch already?”
  • “Don’t you get it? There’s no such thing as happy endings. This is all that’s left…!”
  • “The internet! I’m quite popular there!”
  • “Do you think even the worst person can change…? That everyone can be a good person if they just try?”
  • “Don’t worry about it. Most of us have tried to kill [name] at one time or another.”
  • “Wowie! You did it! You didn’t do a violence!”
  • “Not everything can be resolved by being nice.”
  • “Don’t kill, and don’t be killed, alright? That’s the best you can strive for.” 
  • “Oh no! You’re meeting all of my standards!”
  • “Anime is real, RIGHT?!”
  • “Maybe you’re wondering if I ever get tired of winning… Wanna see my answer?”
  • “Sorry, I do not have much to say. It was nice to hear your voice, though.”
  • “This is all just a bad dream… and you’re NEVER waking up!”
  • “Down here, it’s kill or be killed!”
  • “I can’t come back. I just can’t, OK?”
  • “I so badly want to say, ‘would you like a cup of tea?’ But… You know how it is.”
  • “Would you smooch a ghost?”
  • “The truth is… [Name] wasn’t really the greatest person.” 
  • “Well, if I were you, I would have thrown in the towel by now. But you didn’t get this far by giving up, did you?” 
  • “You’re not really human, are you? No. You’re empty inside. Just like me.”
  • “Are you bored? I should have given a book to you. My apologies. Why not use your imagination to divert yourself?”
  • “I’ll hold victory in front of you, just within your reach… and then tear it away just before you grasp it.”
  • “Come on! Step forward and let’s end this!”
  • “Don’t you get it? This is all just a GAME.”
  • “Are those two robots…?”
  • “If you have some sort of special power… isn’t it your responsibility to do the right thing?”
  • “Stop plaguing my life with incidental music!”
  • “Self-defense? Please. You didn’t kill them because you had to. You killed them because it was easy for you. Because it was fun for you. Do you think it was fun when I found out…? Do you think it’s fun when people’s family members never come home? Is that fun? No. “
  • “I wish I had eight legs… so I could wear FOUR pairs of hot pants!”
  • “The more you kill, the easier it becomes to distance yourself. The more you distance yourself, the less you will hurt. The more easily you can bring yourself to hurt others.”
  • “I can’t go to Hell. I’m all out of vacation days.”
  • “They just sort of showed up one day and…asserted themselves. The town’s gotten a lot more interesting since then.”
  • “Our king is really bad at names.”
  • “If it weren’t for you, I would’ve never gotten past him. But now, with your help, he’s DEAD.”
  • “Then why’d you kill my brother/sister?”
  • “I’ve done everything this world has to offer. I’ve read every book. I’ve burned every book. I’ve won every game. I’ve lost every game. I’ve appeased everyone. I’ve killed everyone.”
  • “What did you do to him? …What did you DO to him?!”
  • “…I don’t have the heart to tell her what you did. Do you know how she’d react?”
  • “You didn’t even need my help, which is great, ‘cause I love doing absolutely nothing.”
  • “I’m smiling and I hate it!”
  • “Do you wanna have a bad time? 'Cause if you take another step forward… you are REALLY not going to like what happens next.”
  • “If we’re really friends… you won’t come back.”
  • “Did you really think I was gonna be satisfied… killing you only ONE time?”
  • “I remember when I first woke up here, in the garden. I was so scared. I couldn’t feel my arms or my legs…”
  • “Even after all this time, you’re still the only one that understands me.”
  • “Why do I always get the freaks?”
  • “It’s possible that you may have a problem.”
  • “What a terrible creature, torturing such a poor, innocent youth…”
  • “I’m nineteen years old and I’ve already wasted my entire life.”
  • “If you’re so scared, why do you keep winking?”
  • “Don’t you have anything better to do?”

seeingteacupsindragons  asked:

Aww, I bet Yuuri will be very worried about Viktor's bruise on their date.

I think so too :D
Yuri of course would be worried about this charming guy he’s excited to go out with! o3o
And then just even as a cop, he’d very concerned about anyone who gets hurt :’3

Ohana (Gleggie x Daughter Reader)

Word Count: 2,531

Glenn/Maggie x Daughter Reader

Request: So I would like to request a Gleggie daughter one please. They had their baby in Alexandria before Negan and the reader distances herself from them, opting to go hunt to give them space. After they don’t see her for a few days they corner her and she confesses that her 1st adoptive family abandoned her after getting a baby. Happy family make up and reader gets to hold their baby sibling and something cute happens.

Warnings: Language, mentions of death, mentions of abandonment, slight angst, fluff

a/n: This was kind of rushed since I wrote it in like a matter of two hours for the anon who said they were having a bad night, it’s unbeta’d and unedited/revised, and yes the title is totally inspired by Lilo and Sitich, but I hope you still enjoy it. This one is for you, anon :)

“Y/N, you need to go to the infirmary. Now.” Michonne pants as she bursts through the door of Carl’s room.

You look up at her confused, setting down your comic book that your best friend Carl had lent you as you try to read the expression on Michonne’s face. Panic seeps in your mind as you go through all the possibilities- did someone die? Did someone get hurt? With the earth being in the condition it is now, no one is safe. And with Glenn having gone on a run today with some of the other Alexandrians, all of the worst “what if’s” run through your head. You can’t lose your Glenn- he’s your dad. Maybe not by blood, but that doesn’t matter.

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so i just reblogged this ^ to my main (obviously lol), but

what i really want is honest opinions about my ocs

like.  i am sure they are two dimensional somehow or other.  i would love to know how.  or if there are inconsistencies?  or if you just plain hate any of them?  (or if you love them, lol, but i really do want honestly over flattery)

i’d almost want to ask that you go on anon so that you can tell me the real truth, without worrying about me judging you in any way, ya know?  

although if you’ll be honest either way, i don’t really care.


just a thought.

Credit to the artist. <3
Writing by me.
“You know..I’ve never really gotten to know how truly lovely those ruby hued optics are.
Zen, why do you look so nervous? Does me being this close make you afraid? Or does it make you too excited to move and give me a worried like facade..? Tch. I could remove that silly little frown right off your face now if I wanted, but I won’t. Someone as beautiful as you deserves a proper greeting by someone as truly handsome as me.
I can’t say that I hate this cute face of yours anymore, even if you do insult my precious Eliza..but I suppose I’ll let that slide right now. What are you thinking about?
You’re so cute when you’re shy, Hyun..”
Jumin leaned forward, kissing the other tenderly. He couldn’t believe he was doing this, especially to the person who’s been his enemy from the start, but he just didn’t care any longer.

LuffyxNami interactions part 4

So last time Nami was leaving Luffy and Zoro to fight and going to steal the treasure

31) We see her peeking trough the corner of the wall. She came back afterall. Her oppinion of Luffy changes bit by bit

32) Too excited, hehehe

33) Luffy worries that Nami will get chased again. He tells her to hide

34) Luffy agrees with Nami’s strange logic, lol

35) I wonder if Nami thinks Luffy looks really cool here. I know I do.

36) Luffy gives Nami a compliment. That’s the first one, but definitely not the last one. She helps him beat Buggy.

37) The first post-battle talk. You’ll notice later that Luffy and Nami have quite a lot of these post-battle private talks.

38) This dialogue… I just found it funny

39) Luffy talks about the villagers and gets Nami thinking.

40) Leaving the island. Nami seems to enjoy herself, but doesn’t want to admit it.

So in this arc the beginning of a beautiful and deep friendship was set up. I think Nami got a bit attached to Luffy here, without noticing.

Today i played a game with a small girl, i think she was maybe 11 or 12?
She talked about so many cool map tricks and ways to use the characters, and was really, REALLY good at Phara.

After I complimented her on a nice play, she invited me to a group- and then her dad showed up too and said hello! We ended up all playing together. Eventually friends (and a couple that were just friendly teammates that she invited because they were cool) kept glomming onto our group til we had a full team and we Wrecked. Shop. I had no idea what I was in for.

In our last match together (she and her dad had to leave for dinner) she got play of the game by knocking four of the enemy team off the bridge at lijang tower in a tie breaker round. 

AND she had gold in eliminations.

((Also, I’m sorry for accidentally cursing on mic that one time, I know your dad said it was ok but I still feel a little guilty! I don’t want to get anyone I play with in trouble. You and your dad were super nice, and I liked talking about all the cool stuff you knew about Overwatch. ))

Keep flyin’ high Phara. ovo)7

Impressing The Boys

“Can’t you drop out?” Joe muttered, watching Y/N wrap her hands.

“Joe, you know I can’t.”

“But what if you get hurt?”

“It’s boxing. I’m bound to get hurt.” She laughed, glancing over at her best friend. “Hey, I’ll be okay. I’ve trained for it.”

“I know,” He sighed, eyes following her as she made her way over to the punching bag. “But I still worry.”

“I know you do,” She smiled at him, “It’s adorable.”

“Oh shut up and train.” He nodded towards the bag, grinning as she began to punch it.

He had joined her at the gym for her training today, as a one last attempt to talk her out of her big fight going up, even though he knew that his attempt would be useless.

Y/N was going to do the fight, no matter what Joe said.

And he respected it, and he did support her, he just also worried too much.

But, a fact he wouldn’t tell her, he was excited for the match.

Her opponent was a long time rival, and the fights were always good to watch, especially since they knew each other’s moves pretty well after fighting against one another for so long. Y/N was currently leading, having won the past three fights they had had, and Joe knew she was hoping to keep her lead by winning once again.

He told her that he and the boys would be the ones cheering the loudest when they announced her the winner.

When she asked what they would do if she lost, he simply said they’d be the one booing her opponent the loudest.

“How have we never seen Y/N fight before?” Josh asked as the boys settled into their seats.

The excitement was running high between them and the crowd around them, and Joe already knew it would be a good fight tonight. The energy of the crowd was one way to tell.

“Because you all suck and never come to see her.” Joe replied, sitting back in his seat, a teasing smile on his face.

“Oi! I’ve come!” Caspar protested, leaning over Conor to point at Joe.

“True, Caspar wins. The rest of you suck.”

“Or maybe we just have more exciting life’s than you,” Jack replied, “And we’re too busy to come to the fights.”

“First off, you make time for your friends,” Joe said, earning an eye roll from Jack, “And second, it’s girls fighting each other. Can you really tell me you wouldn’t make time for that?”

“He has a point there,” Conor nodded, “Although, isn’t this a little more than girls wrestling in mud?”

“What?! There’s no mud?!” Jack mock gasped, laughing as Oli smacked him.

“These get pretty intense, don’t they?” Oli asked, directing his question towards Joe.

“Oh yeah. Just you wait.” He replied, smiling as he noticed Y/N peeking at the crowd. “You’re all in for a surprise.”

In the end, Y/N did lose against her opponent, and Joe was right, the boys did cheer the loudest.

While he knew that she was upset about losing, he could tell she had a good time as she smiled and said her congratulations to her opponent, laughing at something the other woman said before they shook hands.

“Bloody hell.” Josh said in surprise.

“More like bloody nose.” Oli winced as Y/N walked over, pressing a towel to her nose.

“Alright, you guys aren’t allowed to come any more.” She teased, “Because you made me lose.”

“How’s the nose?” Joe asked, handing her the extra water bottle he always brought.

“Broken. But that’s fine. I’ll go get it fixed after.” She replied casually, shrugging.

“You broke your nose, and don’t even care?” Conor gaped at her, “Shit.”

“It’s not that bad.” She rolled her eyes, laughing as the boys exchanged a look.

“I’ve seen worse.” Joe agreed, “Usually done by Y/N.”

“Awe, thanks!” She grinned over at him. “Alright, who wants to go get drinks?”

“Can you maybe, you know, go to the hospital first?” Caspar asked, frowning at the bloody cloth.

“Fine,” Y/N sighed, “Let me grab my bag, change, and then I’ll meet you out front.”

“Sounds good.” Joe nodded, the boys watching her head back to the change room.

“Alright,” Jack said as they headed for the door, “Remind me to never piss off Y/N. Because she can totally kick my ass.”

“She can kick all of our asses.” Josh shook his head, “We need to come watch her fight more.”

“Unless you guys prove to be bad luck and she doesn’t win. Then you can stay away.” Joe laughed, enjoying the impressed looks on the boys faces.

He was like that at first, and was proud of his best friend, even if she lost tonight’s match.

Joe knew that when the boys saw Y/N win, they’d be even more impressed.

anonymous asked:

Are you worried about tomorrow's clip? Bc I'm super worried and stressed 🙊

I am!! But so excited too! I really hope I don’t get drawn for an oral exam because then I can focus all my energy on skam. This is the last weeks of skam ever people.

anonymous asked:

he also said that Bell and C disagrees on the way to handle things....i am worried about those bits too.

I’m excited! Bellamy doesn’t think enough with his head and Clarke lost sight of listening to her heart/morality over the last two seasons. They’re going to help make each other super power leaders, and I’m PSYCHED for this development. 

I also love me some healthy disagreements and angst moments between Bellarke. They challenge each other in ways that no one has ever challenged them before, and it’s what makes them so attracted to each other and makes them so powerful together when they are a unit. 

If Bellarke didn’t have arguments this season, I’d be very bored. We need some good Bellarke drama…it’ll make the reconciliation that much sweeter, don’t you think? 

lol. These two will always butt heads but they also can’t help but love each other, and that’s why they’re so fun to watch. Give me more of this kind of Bellarke, please!

anonymous asked:

Congratz on your new blog! Finally someone else in the kpop fandom likes chubby things! I saw on your list that you like BAP soooooo... is there any way I could request BAP reacting to their s/o noticing they've gotten a bit softer and cuddling/playing with their new chub?

Awww, thank you Anon! Thank you for being my first ask! ^^ Sure thing, I love B.A.P. and that actually sounds hella adorable oh my gosh. >w<

Also note: Yongguk’s is also shorter, but I felt his was appropriate and didn’t need as much added on. ^^

Anywho, I hope this is okay~!

B.A.P Reacting to their S/O noticing they’ve gained weight and cuddling/playing with their new chub:


 "…Jagiya, what are you doing down there..?“ His voice was soft and curious, ending with a light chuckle as he tilted his head down to look at you. 

 "Nothing.. I see you’ve been eating well.” You mused, a knowing smirk on your own lips- You two had been cuddling on the couch, and you couldn’t help as you had been poking and patting you’re boyfriend’s now softer, more prominent tummy out of curiosity. Considering how lanky he had always seemed since the two of you had been together, this was an interesting (though certainly not unwelcome- development.) You witnessed a heated blush dust your boyfriend’s cheeks.

“Um.. y-yeah.. American food was very good.” He said simply, quietly, grin growing brighter despite his reddening expression. 

“I’m glad, I was worried about you taking care of yourself being so far away.. you look very healthy, Gukkie..” he looked at you, probably studying to tell if you were joking or serious. Regardless of that, you cuddled closer to him to which he readily complied, pulling you closer into his arms. You nuzzled closer to him, giving his softer frame a squeeze. “Plus you’re even better to cuddle now..” This was certainly the truth; he felt warmer and softer in your returned embrace, all the more to cuddle close to and reside within his arms. 

    He said nothing more, but he chuckled before he turned his face into your hair, feeling his grin grow even wider before he pressed his lips to your soft locks. “I’m glad you think so.. maybe I’ll keep it for you.”

Originally posted by gukkielover


     “Y/N-ah.. stop playing with my fat, I already know I need to lose weight.”  You two had been on a flight in a jet home together, alone where you had leaned close into his seat, holding a glass of champagne as you had found yourself cuddling him, subconsciously rubbing his rounder belly with your free hand in the process. He had gently pushed you away, turning away now, looking hurt to face the window.

     “Chanie…  I wasn’t doing that to remind you to lose weight. I was doing it because I like to- I like it when you’re soft..” you said just as gently, still in your seat beside him. He gave an unconvinced look and sighs. “You’re saying you like me when I look like a pig?”

     “You don’t look like a pig. You look handsome, just like you’ve always looked.” You said in a serious tone, taking his face in hand and turning him to look at you, a gentle hand cupping his chubbier cheek. “Please don’t be this way. Don’t be so hard on yourself. I think.. I think you look lovely, I’m not worrying anymore about you not eating and over-exerting yourself. Aren’t I allowed to love you regardless of your size?” you argued, before reaching down once more and patting his belly again. “Besides, I like this. I really do like you like this.” He gave you an unsure look for a few moments, before he nodded slowly, trying to hide a smile. 

“You’re so kind Jagiya, that’s why I love you so.” 

     “That’s better.” You smiled brightly in return getting close once more and raising your glass again, holding it up to toast.”Now, let’s toast.. to my Himchan, for being a handsome man regardless of his size.”

      He smiled brightly and held his up in return- “To my Jagiya and her beautiful heart, for loving me without restriction.”   

Originally posted by himchangifs


   “Jagiya, what are you doing? That feels good..” your boyfriend smiled at you as the two of you had been out at lunch together for a little while now. You curiously had been squeezing and rubbing his tummy experimentally, not used to the soft, squishy abdomen your boyfriend was now sporting. Even if it was now a little more taut than usual from the meal.

   “Careful, the other members will say that your eating is catching up with you..” you teased with a wide grin, leaning over to place a kiss on his nose. 

   “So what? I like to eat, and I don’t see a problem with it.. I enjoy eating with you too much to worry too harshly.” he said before his face fell slightly. “Unless.. do you not like it? I can always start working out more again if you don’t.. If you liked my body better before I wish you would have said something..” his face seemed to be forming into a worried expression now, which you immediately tried to ease. 

    “No, that’s not it, not at all! I actually do like it, I really like it- I promise. I like seeing you happy and eating well, Dae.” you assured him, taking his free hand that wasn’t holding his chopsticks and giving it a reassuring squeeze. His face soon lost its worry and his relaxed smile was present once more. 

    “You… really like it?” he seemed almost confused for a small moment before his look changed from worried to mischievous. “Don’t sound too excited Jagiya. I may just have to eat more if you like it that much…” he teased, holding a piece of food out in front of you with his chopsticks accusingly before quickly popping it into his mouth with an amused expression. 

Originally posted by bapstime


     “Y/N. Don’t.” was all he said, pulling out of your grasp. You stared at your boyfriend lost; all you had done was walked up behind him and given him a hug around his waist, squeezing his tummy. You had noticed as you two had gone out to eat more often, he had started to soften, but of course you didn’t mind this. 

“Jae, what’s wrong?” you asked, voice thick with concern. He said nothing, but he did toss his phone towards you, flopping onto the bed before it could touch you. You glanced down at the phone, open was a photo the two of you had taken the other day, then you noticed the comments below it. 

“Oppa you look so big lately… what have you been eating?”

“Youngjae should get under control before Y/N leaves him.” 

You stared at the phone in shock, face twisting at the pure ridiculousness of such callous words. 

“Jae.. please don’t take those comments seriously.. I love you just as you are, I like soft men.” you said to him, straight and earnestly. He still didn’t look convinced, searching your face for any doubt or joking. You paused for a moment, before adding- “Besides, don’t you think if I didn’t like it I would’ve told you?”

   You didn’t give the boy a chance to answer- as you were too busy letting your hands duck down, and your fingers tickle his plush, newly soft sides. Youngjae couldn’t help but fall backwards onto the shared bed, laughing heartily and trying to pin your hands down to save himself from such a fest. Once he had finally caught your hands, pinning them to each side of him as you loomed over him, both breathing heavily and still giggling with gasps of air, he finally smiled and leaned up to kiss your nose. 

   “I- I’m still not sure how to feel about it. But if you really like it.. and if you’re here to make me feel this nice all the time despite those comments.. I think I could get used to it. Promise me you’ll always be here to cheer me up?”

Originally posted by daehyunsgiggle


     You had tried for a while to hide the fact that you really liked how your boyfriend Jongup was looking nowadays. His body was getting softer, rounder, and honestly you were doing everything you could to keep your hands off of it, just so you wouldn’t embarrass him or make him feel weird in any way. He hadn’t really outwardly acknowledged this change in his appearance, so you assumed he didn’t want it brought up. That doesn’t mean however, you didn’t get to touch at all. 

   You had found ways to sneak a few touches and grasps here and there; wrapping your hands around his waist when you passed him, snuggling up and spooning him in bed after he was asleep. This had been one of those times, where you had assumed he had drifted off by now, so you decided to go in and wrap an arm over his torso, resting it gently on his belly, fingers grazing the fabric of the shirt he was wearing ever so slightly. You had expected him perhaps to shift a little in his sleep, or make a soft noise. What you didn’t expect, was to hear right amidst the silence and darkness of the bedroom-

“Y/N, how come you only hold me like this when I’m asleep?” 

You froze, wondering and hoping to the heavens he was simply just talking in his sleep.. and that it just happened to be very accurate to what was happening. However, the light was switched on and your boyfriend now sat up in bed, propped up on his arms staring at you, clearly waiting for an answer. 

“I.. I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable..” you said, feeling your cheeks heat up. 

   “Why? Because I’ve gained weight? I thought at first it might make you uncomfortable too.. until I felt how much more you touched me after it had happened. Why is that? Do you like it?” he asked teasingly, leaning an arm forward and resting his head on his fingers with a knowing smirk.

   He let out a chuckle when your response was a roll of your eyes and tossed pillow in his face.  

Originally posted by mybabyoppa


The two of you had been spending a lazy day together, sitting on the floor as you had been flipping through a scrapbook. The book had been given to Zelo as a gift from you, including all of the photos of you two, him and his hyungs over the years the two of you had been together. You currently sat as he had resided behind you, longer legs wrapped around yours as your head and back lay comfortable in the space of his softer chest, his head resting on top of your own. Your hand traversed up his side and gave his plush side a squeeze, him initially pulling back a little.

“Are you alright?” you asked him, worried you had pinched him or hurt him somehow. 

“Look at me, Y/N. That photo there- I should still look like that.. everyone sees it. I’ve gotten fat.. why haven’t you left me yet?” his voice sounded suddenly hurt, and you were confused he could even ask such a thing to you over something so small. Immediately, you turned to face him.

    “No. Zelo, you look at me.” You took his face into your hands, squishing his cheeks slightly. “Believe me when I say, you look fine. Sure, you may have a six pack anymore but do you really think I’ve been here this whole time with you because of that? I love you for you, not for abs or fame or whatever else. I think you look just as fine now as you did then.”

 “.. Are you sure? Please be honest with me, Jagi. Do you really not mind it?” he asked, giving his body a wary glance before meeting your eyes again, eyes wide and vulnerable, almost like a puppy who knew it was going to be in trouble after doing something wrong.

     “It’s more than alright with me, it’s cute. I think you’re really cute, as if you weren’t cute enough already before.” you teased, nudging him playfully. Your precious maknae of a boyfriend couldn’t help but smile after that.  

     “Well.. if you really think it’s cute.. then maybe I can make use of it.” his voice perked up significantly, leaning his head to one side and feigning an innocent looking expression, though his smile revealed it was anything but pure. Perhaps you had made a mistake giving him the power of knowing just how much you enjoyed his new look. 

Originally posted by mybutterflyfact

Hypno update

Hi guys so today i noticed a really big change, before I used to feel like I was still smart but I just couldn’t think right but now I feel like a lot dumber and more like an airhead. sometimes I try to think but then I remember thinking is hard and I just giggle and stop thinking. And when people send me spirals and stuff like that I look at them and then when I wake up 2 hours passed. My roommate just asked me what was going on with me and I just giggled and rubbed my tits. I think maybe she just jealous, because I’ve never been happier. So I’m going over too Ben’s apartment and I’m really excited but I’m worried he won’t like me because I’m not smart so we’ll see I’ll update later love you all ❤️