tried to make them match = =

anonymous asked:

how large do you usually adjust your sims to be? I remember in one of your saves Kouzi had that ponytail from cool kitchen stuff and that recent sim has the dineout hair but neither look like those bumps in the hair that I see on my sims are on yours. all your sims look so tiny!! I can never tell what size they are compared to the presets lol (this isn't judgement at all I love your sim style it just blows my mind you know?)

Hmm, I think my sims are maybe slightly smaller than the presets. I always try to match my art style when I make sims and I do think I dare to say that the way I draw characters gives them a tiny appearance. Their faces have cartoony childlike features and their upper bodies are usually pretty small, which adds to the tiny feeling, haha. Kouzi is very different from all of my other sims since her head is enormous. I’m not even joking, I couldn’t make her head bigger even if I tried. I don’t know which bump you’re talking about when it comes to the dine out hair, but I definitely know which one you’re referring to from the cool kitchen pack. I always thought the volume of that hair was very visible on her though. I’m not sure if this helps in any way but here are the differences between Kouzi and Isobel’s little offspring from my pc save. As you can see, Kouzi’s head is gigantic, haha!

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Phil checking Dan out.

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marvin at the psychiatrist, a three-part mini opera

don’t despise what you feel,
love the friend, not the heel.

Okay, so I just binge read all thirteen chapters of Adventures of Supergirl, a comic series based on the CBS (now CW) show. And now I’m going to list little facts (semi-canon facts) for all you fan authors and artists for your shit. So here you go:

  • Kara lives in Hammersmith Tower, apartment 4-A.
  • Kara had a bully on earth during high school called Belinda-the-bully, who seemed to always beat Kara at Street Combat Six using a surprise uppercut TKO.
  • Also there were no video games on Krypton.
  • Kara has one hell of an uppercut thanks to Belinda-the-bully.
  • Kara has to calculate everything during a rescue. Air resistance, negative acceleration, matching the object’s speed. Like everything. Or else whiplash could kill victims or she’ll make a cater after every landing or things would crash against her as she catches them. Our girl knows how to multitask like a boss.
  • Kara does her calculations in Sulls, a weight measurement on Krypton. She problems converting these to pounds.
  • Alex is approximately 31 Sulls.
  • Kara isn’t that great with Earth’s physics. The Rokyn Society’s Gravitistics doesn’t line up with Newton’s laws all too well. She apparently tried to tell that to her ninth grade teacher while English wasn’t her first language.
  • Krypton didn’t believe in resolving conflict by physical violence. They first exhausted communication, every diplomatic option before disagreements got out of hand. So, that explains a lot about Kara’s temperament and hesitance to start a fight.
  • Kara talks to Clark a lot about people finding out about her identity and how it would affect the people she cares for.
  • Winn has a badass hijab-and-leather-jacket-wearing hacker friend named Rabiah Zinoman, who can go up against an alien who is practically a computer himself.
  • Did I mention her screen name is RazzleDazzle130?
  • Edit: She also explicitly mentions she does not date, which is typical of a devote Muslim, of course, this doesn’t apply to everyone (props for writers here?)
  • Speaking of screen names, Winn has several: Supergirl_In_Action252, Mufungo, and Dollm8ker (the latter being a throwback to his comic book roots).
  • … James apparently got turned into a turtle once? (I need a fic now!)
  • Kara had a college roommate named Donna, who was in love with Silence of the Lambs and would watch it every few weeks. After capturing and interrogating Fort Rozz criminals, Kara doesn’t like it that much anymore.
  • Kara’s father used to say, “Not my cup of Thoni tea.”
  • Kara learned how to control her dreams from the decades in the phantom zone. She dreamt of Kypton mostly. She used a Kryptonian dreaming technique called Tarukor for the control. She’s also so proficient in it that she went toe-to-toe with an alien known for manipulating/creating dreams.
  • Alex promptly calls Kara a dream warrior.
  • Kara, after dreaming/sleeping for decades, didn’t sleep much on earth the years following her landing. Now she mostly does it out of habit and normalcy.  
  • Alex and Kara saw My Chemical Romance in concert. Seriously just imagine scene teens Kara and Alex though.
  • Kara had a weird dream about Oscar Isaac once.
  • Cat milks stuff for days after a Supergirl fight.  
  • Kryptonians used sunstones as pictures. Like multi-faceted rocks with pictures on them.
  • Kara is very proficient in hand-to-hand combat (since she learned of the DEO), despite not learning it on Krypton. Without her powers, Kara can still kick your ass if she wanted to. She also really likes uppercuts.
  • Clark loves mysteries, grew up reading them and they are half the reason he became a reporter, wanting to uncover the secrets in people. They infuriate Kara, though, she just wants the world to be straightforward.
  • Alex doesn’t know Kryptonese.
  • Alex had a med school boyfriend that used to write poems about them together like “And so we fight, tooth and claw, with our backs to the wall.” That may have been the reason they broke up.
  • Cat apparently partied with cast of Hamilton.
  • Cat had lunch with Gwendoline Christie.
  • Hand of Krypton was its justice system’s greatest honor and heaviest responsibility. They were in service to Krypton’s future.
  • Kara went to Stanhope College.
  • College actually challenged Kara in academics her first year. Yes, Supergirl was brought low by Professor Haley’s Oceanography pop quizzes.
  • Kara did a huge research paper on doxing in college.
  • By her own admission, Kara graduated ‘top-ish’ of her class (knowing her though I headcanon that she was at least top ten).
  • Kara curses a lot more in Kryptonese than in English. Like a lot.
  • Kara learned (passable) English in a day. Our girl is a fast learner (do as you please with that information).
  • Midvale is in California, on the beach.
  • Kara can fly to about 40,000 feet before she’ll be at risk of being in space.
  • The DEO has at least one agent that wears hijab.
  • Clark says, “Truth, justice, and the American way,” Kara on the other hand would say, “Hope, help and compassion for all.

But seriously guys, go read them. The art, dialogue, and narration is colorful and amazing.They’re really fun and since we’re in hiatus they’re good fillers before Season Two starts. They’re about 99 cents apiece and there’s only thirteen chapters. 

bleusarcelle  asked:

Oh oh oh oh!!!! For the prompt. How about a Klance video call where Lance is telling Keith all of their shows and Keith is like quiet but with a smile enjoying Lance's RAMBLING and they have a soft moment of.... Hey you are missed, u know that right? Kdksksksksikss idk.

HOLY SHIT YES. Yes i love this. Thank you Bleu for this premium suggestion


Keith’s fingers hover over the call button. He’s been doing this now every night for a week. Why is he nervous? Why can’t he summon the courage to just hit the damn button?

Just call him. Just call him. Just call him! 

He reprimands himself. His hands tremble and he sits down on his bed. 

What if he’s mad at me? What if they’ve moved on? Maybe it’s better if I stay quiet…

Keith sighs and goes to put his communicator anyway in his pocket. Just like he always does. The ship around him is silent. It’s always silent. His room is cold. 

In his gloved hands, his finger slips and his communicator screen lights up.

“Shit! Shitshitshitshit…” He grapples with the device, but before he can hang up, the ringing has stopped. A chipper voice rings out and he’s staring into familiar eyes.

“Keith?!” Lance answers. His eyes search Keith’s face and his surroundings. “Are you ok? Do you need…?”

“What? No, no, I’m fine, Lance. I’m ok.” Keith shushes. He can’t help the small smile that pulls on the corner of his lips. “I’m fine.”

“Oh thank god.” Lance sighs and rolls back on his bed. He closes his eyes. His heart still thunders in his chest. 

“You that worried about me?”

“More like I’m comfortable and didn’t want to go on a mission right now.” Lance smirks and chuckles quietly. Keith rolls his eyes. 

“So why’d you call anyway?”

This question trips Keith up. He hopes that Lance can’t see the blush that rises to his cheeks. That he doesn’t notice the way he fidgets with his hood. 

“Uh, I guess I just wanted to check in and see…” His voice trembles.

“Did you miss me?” Lance grins.

“No!” Keith snaps. Lance laughs.

“I… I dunno… I just….”

Lance hears the uncertainty in his voice. He watches Keith’s eyebrows crinkle together in frustration. Lance’s smile falters and his expression falls into one of gentle concern.

“Do you want me to tell you what the team’s been up to?” He offers. 

Keith sighs. He’s grateful for the change of subject and nods.

“Well we’ve made contact with the rebels and have been working together on some stuff. And oh my god, Keith, Keith you will not believe…” Lance sits up and excitedly talks to his communicator. 

“Keith, I swear to god, One of their captains is a dog!”

“Wait what?”

“I’m serious! One of their captains, she’s really cool by the way, she’s a straight up dog that walks around on two legs and talks and and… did you ever see Disney’s Robin Hood with the foxes?”

Keith blinks. Lance is going a mile a minute and it’s hard to keep up.

“Uh yeah?”

“It’s exactly like that! She looks like a character from that movie and everyone else is totally fine with it and isn’t even mentioning it, all the while I am freaking out because there is a race of goddamn space dogs.”

Keith laughs. A familiar warmth flickers in his chest.

“Oh! Oh! Sorry I totally forgot! We found Matt! Well Pidge did, but that’s besides the point…”

“Whoa what? You found…?”

“Yeah Pidge found her brother! He was with the rebels and she tracked him down! And now he hangs out with us and Pidge is just so happy. And Hunk has someone new to talk about nerdy stuff with. He seems cool, even if a bit delusional. He definitely has a thing for Allura and, oh man, that poor boy does not stand a chance.”

“Wow that’s … I can’t believe…” Keith sighs.

“Have you seen our shows?!” Lance beams into the camera. Again Keith is caught off guard. It takes him a moment to interpret what Lance just asked him.

“Oh!” His expression melts into a teasing smirk. “Oh… Oh I know about them. You’re quite the actor, Lance.”

“What can I say? I’m a natural.” Lance brushes his hair back and shoots a finger gun straight towards Keith.

“But they’re so much fun, dude. Like I just get such a rush from all the cheering you know? Like it’s been really amazing to inspire people and talk to fans directly. And the coalition is stronger than ever! 

Shiro’s been such a good sport about all this. Like I can tell he’s uncomfortable? But he really throws himself into it, and the fans all love him. Well of course they would, he’s Shiro. Oh! And you should see the way little girls all run up to Allura afterwards. She uses your name in the script, but these kids aren’t fooled.”

Lance continues to rant about their antics. About how they rehearse, and Lance had a fair bit of input to his choreography. About how it all ended with them actually fighting a monster in an arena, and Allura doing the sweetest backwards flip kick Lance has ever seen.

A lump forms in Keith’s throat.

“I think I needed a different outfit for my rope routine. The armour was a bit clunky, and you know… I should really give the fans what they want.” He waggles his eyebrows.

“I’m sorry I missed it. You’ll have to give me a private show sometime.” Keith smiles.

Lance looks at him in shock. A blush rushes to his ears and his mouth opens into a wild smile.

“Did you just…?!”

“Oh my god!” Keith yanks his hood over his face. He’s just realised what he may have implied.

“I didn’t mean…! God, Lance! Not like that!” He shouts, but he can’t help the giggles that burst from his chest. He can hear Lance’s laughter matching his own.

“Can you get me a cool Blade of Marmara outfit to do it in?” Lance chuckles. He sighs as he catches his breath.

“I don’t think I can just take one.”

“Shame. I really like them.” Lance chews his lip. “You look really cool.” 

Keith ignores the way that makes the ache in his chest throb. He shakes his head and tries to hide how flustered he feels with a laugh.

“It uh… it sounds like you guys are going really well.”

“Yeah.” Lance sighs. He brushes his hand through his hair. “We’re uh… we’re doing good stuff, but…”

A heavy silence falls between them. Lance feels the words on the tip of his tongue. He knows what he wants to say, but is suddenly embarrassed to say them. His relationship with Keith is precarious and he worries that his next word might send them over the edge. He swallows.

“But I really wish you were there.” His voice is hushed. He averts his eyes from the communicator. 

“We miss you Keith. I know you’re doing important work, and I know that you’re helping us by helping the blades, but we just…” He stammers. “I…I just…”

He accidentally meets Keith’s eyes. The reality that Keith is on the other side of the galaxy hits him like a crashing wave. 

“I’ll never replace you. We’re a team.” His breath shudders.

“Lance, I…”

“Please come home.” Lance presses his eyes closed. “We all worry. And Red asks about you and, and…” His fingers grip at his jacket. “Don’t stay gone forever. … okay?”

 Keith sighs. His eyes begin to sting and he can feel his resolve crumbling. He briefly thinks about where the pods on his current ship are located before he pushes it out of his mind. 

No. He can’t run back now. Not yet. 

“I’ll be back.”

“Stay safe,”

“I will.” Keith nods solemnly.

Lance hangs up the call and stares down at his communicator. His hands fist into his sheets and his mouth twists into a scowl.

“You’re lying.” 

L is for

People seem to be going bananas over the recent episode of “the loud house.” I drew them in my usual style but also tried to match some things from the show like the line width, eye color and the way they show blushing.

I have to say that I like how the show handles the topic of same sex couples, and what I mean is that they don’t make a big deal out of it. It shows being gay, bi or what ever as just a normal part of life as it is and should be.

inevitable realizations ☼ peter parker

summary : peter’s always been a little bit in love with you, it just took a difficult night and warm, ever comforting words for him to come to the realization. intelligent he may be, but he’s a clueless teenage boy before anything else.

word count : 2.5k

   It was eleven o’clock at night and, as per usual, you were neglecting the sleep you desperately needed in order to finish up the notes on your assigned reading novel that were due in just a few short hours. You were never one to finish tasks, especially menial ones such as homework, in a timely fashion. This was just the tip of the iceberg. You briefly took off your glasses, rubbing your tired eyes that were now struggling to focus on the words in front of you properly. When you slipped them back over your nose, glancing up toward your bedroom window that lead out to the fire escape, you saw the familiar face of your best friend peering in through the glass in a way that was only slightly creepy. 

   Peter knocked rapidly on the glass, waving at you in the typical, hyperactive way that he always had about him. You jumped off your bed, reaching out to shut your bedroom door before walking over to the bay window and unlocking it. A rush of cold winter air nipped at your face the minute it swung open and Peter Parker shoved himself through. Visits from him in this particular manner were common, especially after a day’s work of fighting crime throughout various parts of New York, but not usually this late- and never without a text to alert you first.  

    “You must be freezing,” you shivered, closing the window quickly. “How long were you out there?” Making yourself comfortable on your bed once again, you propped open your book, ready to force him into helping you study. He didn’t answer. Instead, he drew his sweatshirt closer to his body, sliding to the floor beside your bed and leaning his head against the soft duvet. His curls were sticking up in every direction when he pulled his hood away, his cheeks and the tip of his nose a brilliant shade of red, but not from the bitter chill that was sweeping mercilessly over Queens. 

   You heard a distinct sniff, then another, then another. His breathing, already shallow from the frantic climbing he had done to reach your fire escape, became even more labored. He pulled his knees to his chest to hide his face. He felt you press yourself against him, your arms around his shoulders and across his chest before he could pull away in embarrassment. Your glasses creaked when they pushed too far into his shoulder. Neither of you moved. You clung to him and he sat there, silently shaking and leaning into your embrace as if it were the only thing keeping him from falling apart. 

   “Hey, hey, shh, shh, Peter, you’re okay,” you whispered, rubbing his back. “I’ve got you, I promise. You’ve gotta breathe, though, okay?” He was always ashamed of his sensitivity, but he couldn’t help it. He was a sensitive boy and he cried easily and had an awful lot of anxiety sometimes. Today was one of those days, with good reason. He nodded stiffly, maneuvering himself to hug you back, face pressed into your shoulder this time. 

   “It’s… the anniversary,” he said, his voice broken. “One year.” Hollow. “One year since- since Ben. One year tomorrow.” 

   He pulled away, wiping his nose on the sleeve of his oversized sweatshirt. There were traces of tears still making their way down his cheeks, sliding across his nose and down to his lips. He tried to rub them away, too, but you caught his wrist in your hand. 

   “You’re not wrong or less of a dude for crying, Peter.” The way you looked at him, so lovely and caring and worried, made his heart cry out for the safety of your embrace again. “Were you at the cemetery?” You matched his stance and rested the side of your cheek on your knee, still carefully studying his face. 

   “Yeah,” he exhaled, placing his chin in his palm. “I’m gonna go again in the morning with May. Gonna miss school. I- I probably should’ve, um, stayed with her tonight but I…” he trailed off, “I needed you.” He said it as he said most things to you, with his soft tone of voice and his hesitance that made him, him. He never really noticed until now. 

   “What are best friends for, right?”  

    “Yeah. Best friends.” 

    Ignoring the odd way those two words slipped out of his mouth, you said, “I’m sorry, Peter. I know you loved Uncle Ben so much. I’m sorry, you don’t deserve this. You and May don’t deserve this.” You reached out to him, your hand gripping his without an ounce of doubt. You had small hands and he didn’t but he felt a thousand times better when yours found his. “I’m always here for you. Do you wanna talk about it?” 

   Surprisingly, he shook his head adamantly. “No, no.” He squeezed your hand. “I kind of, um, just wanna go to bed. Crying like a little baby really tires a guy out, you know?” He gave a weak laugh, a tiny grin, and you smiled right back at him before pulling him to his feet. “Can I use the bathroom?” He needed to wash the sticky feeling of dry tears off his face, rub the sadness out of his eyes. He wanted to be strong for May when he got back in the morning. 

   “Of course, just be quiet. Mom and dad are asleep.” You padded across your rug and opened your door a crack, holding it in a specific way so that it wouldn’t creak when you let Peter through. He gave you a grateful squeeze of the hand again before disappearing into the bathroom. 

    He splashed water on his face, staring up at his reflection, at the water dripping off his eyelashes and the curling ends of the hair that was plastered to his forehead. He rubbed at his face and took a deep breath. He wasn’t going to cry anymore. You had sufficiently comforted him for the night. Peter could breathe again. 

   Peter quietly walked back down the hallway and into your bedroom, watching for a second as you pulled spare blankets down from a shelf in your closet and arranged them on your bay window. You had cleared your bed of your school supplies and had left the covers open for Peter to crawl into without a second though. Which he did. Your covers smelled quite lovely, actually. It was the scent of your perfume that you wore often enough for him to recognize the scent, and he wanted to fall asleep under the inviting covers that were laid out for him. Then, he saw you sit atop your window, about to lie down. 

   “Wait, why are you doing that?” He got out of bed and took your hand for the third time that night, growing accustomed to the feeling of it. He pulled you over to your bed. “You’re not sleeping on a stupid window. That’s ridiculous. I’ll take the window.” He spun you around and ignored the protestant noise you made, gripping your shoulders and sitting you down on the bed. 

   “I’m not letting you take the window, either!” You argued, yanking him back down on the bed. He huffed, glaring at you in a teasing manner. “C’mon, just take the bed. You need it more than I do.” His glare dropped to his lap, an idea rolling around in his head. “What?” 

   “Y/N, how about we just both take the bed?” He said finally, lifting his eyes back to yours. He wasn’t sure what made him say it, why he didn’t just take the floor like he probably should have, but the words were out there in the world and there wasn’t a way to take them back now. You bit your lip, then shrugged, scooting over. 

   “It is big enough for the two of us.” You turned away from him, turning off your lamp and getting under the covers. You heard Peter slide in next to you, but your back was toward him until he poked you sharply. “What’s wrong, Peter?” 

   “Can you- um, well-” 

   You flipped over on your side, just barely making out his face in the darkness of your room. “Do you want me to cuddle you?” Though you said in a teasing sort of tone, you were silently quite pleased when he mumbled a reluctant yes. You moved closer, one arm going around his waist and the other underneath him. Your head was on his chest, listening to the resilient beating of his heart. He placed his chin atop your head. He focused on the sound of your steady breaths until you were sleeping peacefully beside him. 

    He was so grateful for you- the person who stood by his side throughout anything and everything. You, so strong and beautiful and brave and comforting in his times of distress. You, who never seemed to waver in your loyalty to him. You, the very picture of loveliness and a girl who he’d very much like to- 

   His eyes flew open, and he almost jumped away from you. He didn’t want to risk you awakening, though, so he stayed put, freaking out internally rather than externally the way he was prone to doing. He had been thinking of kissing you. That was what he was going to say. Kiss. The thought had come so simply to his brain it was like he already thought the same thing for years. Maybe he had. It wasn’t like he was blind. You were a stunning girl, even if you didn’t think so yourself, you were his best friend, you were practically perfect and Peter would be an idiot to not adore you the way that he did. 

   Adore, adore, adore. Oh, boy. Peter glanced down at you, sleeping in his arms, and confirmed what he had so stupidly never noticed before. His infinitesimal, brief affection for Liz Allen had absolutely nothing on his all encompassing love for you. 


   Peter bid you goodbye that morning at six thirty sharp, before either of your parents had woken up for work. Before he slipped out your window and into the cracks early morning sunlight, he had pressed a gentle, chaste kiss to your cheek. It was only the briefest touch of his lips to your face, but you had held your face, right in that spot, for practically the entire day. Ned had questioned why, but you brushed him off with an answer of exhaustion. 

   The day after that, Peter returned to school, dragging Ned off to the side as soon as he stepped off the train platform. He had waited for the other boy purposely, seeking advice. 

   “I have a huge, gigantic, terrible awful problem right now, Ned!” He exclaimed as soon as he saw him, throwing his hands up in the air. “I need help.” 

   “Psychiatric help,” Michelle supplied, appearing out of nowhere as she usually did before walking down the path to school. 

   Ned shrugged. “She’s not wrong.” 

   Peter, frantic, seized Ned’s shoulders and shook him. “This is not a roast Peter session! This a cry for help! Help me, Ned Leeds!” 

   “Am I your only hope?” Peter wanted to scream. 

   “This isn’t the time for Star Wars puns, either!” Not waiting for Ned to quip back that every time was Star Wars time, Peter said, loudly, “I’m in love with Y/N and I don’t know what to do!” He ran his hands in his hair, wanting to pull it out. “I just- I just realized the other night! Everything just kind of, like, clicked and I’ve been so stupid. I should’ve realized it before, but of course I didn’t and now I have no idea what to do!” 

   “Wait, dude, you seriously have never noticed this before? Are you kidding me? Peter, you’re supposed to be the genius of the school. I feel let down.” Ned shook his head solemnly. “Dude, everyone knows you love her. Even Flash. That’s why he picks on her all the time. He likes pissing you off and nothing gets under your skin more than someone messing with Y/N. She’s the first one you told about being Spider-Man, you go to her for all your problems, you practically pee yourself racing to be her partner for almost everything- not science because science is our subject, but still. I figured you knew you loved her and just didn’t wanna talk about it because she’s out of your league.” 

   “Hey! I am not-” He stopped. “So what if I am? That’s not even the point. The point is that I love her. Me realizing it was inevitable, even if it took me like eighty years to get there. Doesn’t matter. I’ve gotta tell her, right?”

   “You totally should,” Ned encouraged. “She’s definitely in love with you, too.” 

    Hopefully, Peter grinned. “You really think so?” 

    “Anything’s possible!” 

    “The reassurance you give me is suffocating, Ned. Stop before I die.” 

    That day in gym class, Ned and Peter went off to the side to pretend they were doing stretches while you sat with Michelle and conversed about literature for the first half of the period. Your conversation, however, soon led off into other directions. 

    “Hey, MJ, have you ever… I don’t know, been in love?” 

    Michelle raised her eyebrows. “Only with crushing the patriarchy. Why? Have you?” The intuitive girl already knew your answer, of course, but she was invested in you and Peter’s love story and was desperate to hear the truth from your own lips. 

   You played with the hem of your shirt, thinking. Peter and Ned casually inched closer, having been listening to the conversation for quite sometime now. They were unapologetically nosy. “I think I am.” 

   “With who?” Peter clasped his hands together, silently pleading with the universe to grant him this one wish. I promise, universe, I’ll never ask for anything ever again in my whole life if you just let this girl love me back I swear I’ll be the best Spider-Man there ever was and I’ll protect New York until I’m eighty five just please oh my god please- 

   “With Peter.” 

   The gasp he let out was involuntary, but you didn’t hear him. He turned to Ned, his expression of shock, as well as elation, mirroring Peter’s own. Suddenly, Ned stood, shouting for the entire gym class to hear, “Y/N! Peter loves you too!” You looked up, Michelle’s happy and knowing smirk going unnoticed by you because the only thing you could focus on was Peter and what Ned had just declared. 

   The gym fell silent, every student turning to stare at you and Peter. You were frozen in shock up until the bell rang and everyone filed out quickly, leaving you and Peter alone. 

   “Did he mean it?” You asked, your sneakers squeaking against the floor as you closed the distance between you and Peter, your head tilted to meet his. 

   “It’s the truest thing anyone has ever said.” His lips met yours, and the slant of his mouth against your own was a feeling you could definitely come to adore more than you already did after just one kiss. 

Can we talk about how Yuri’s fashion sense is rubbing off on Otabek? (Tiger shirts, now the anklets and scarves on hips) This is either because a) Yuri wants them to match, or b) Otabek wants them to match. And let’s not forget Yuri bought his WTTM clothes when hanging with Otabek, so he must have approved them at some point. My conclusion is that we are a few official arts away from canon otabek wearing animal print and I’m literally lighting prayer candles

✛ Dates with Wanna One ✛

Yoon Jisung:
-coffee dates where he makes you laugh so hard that you almost spit coffee all over him
-stay at home dates where you guys have meme face competitions that end up with ong joining in and winning
-garden dates because this boy needs his aesthetic photos so guess who’s ready to take them for him
-video chat dates where you two chat, eat snacks and talk about how much you miss each other and getting blackmail on the boys

Ha Sungwoon:
-blanket fort dates cus he’s a child that needs to be protected and loved which you can do in there
-shopping dates where he gets you clothes and you get him insoles then proceeding to laugh at it thinking that it was a funny joke but he actually wore them
-soccer dates where you guys don’t even play soccer more like kick the ball around and throw the ball into the goal while the other isn’t looking
-Polaroid dates where you waste all your film taking cheesy pictures of each other around the house and in the neighborhood

Hwang Minhyun:
-bookstore dates where you too find books and kind of just sit there reading while holding hands and the occasional cheek kiss
-cleaning dates where you somehow make chores seem fun by giving each other random back hugs and kisses while watching Minhyun do his little dance and listening to music
-walk in the park dates so you two can clear your minds and destress and talk while making a stop at a juice place so he can get his grapefruit juice
-movie dates whenever there’s a new marvel or really any superhero movie out cus Minhyun will drag your ass to make you go see it with them so you just stuff your face with stale popcorn and cotton candy he paid for

Ong Seongwoo:
-late night drives around Seoul, actually pretty much anywhere so you two can park the car somewhere private and make out or talk about life, your pick
-bathtub dates with two glasses of wine and a bunch of pretty ass bath bombs and ong making you laugh your ass off
-Walmart dates at 2am with you two messing around in the toy section and riding bikes in there but then getting kicked out
-zoo dates where he tries to impersonate all the animals you see and you doing the same to him while the old couple right by you are like ‘da faq’

Kim Jaehwan:
-karaoke dates where you make him do rap songs but get amazed everytime bcus he’s good at rap too
-stargrazing dates because he’s cheesy like that but then when it’s all cute and stuff you hear his laugh and you are like ‘why’
-Cheesecake Factory dates where you guys just try a bunch of samples and then end up buying a bunch of cheesecake and somehow finishing it later that night
-concert dates where you sit and enjoy the music while Jaehwan is secretly preparing to make a cover of whatever group you’re seeing

Kang Daniel:
-dance dates where he tries to teach you how to break dance but you end up with a sprained wrist and a sorry Daniel so now you watch him dance and he teaches you the very basics
-pet cafe dates where you have to stop Daniel from adopting another cat and invest in a puppy instead
-beer dates where you two just sit in your living room with two cans of beer and a whole lot to talk about which usually ends up with a make out session
-snowman dates where you two compete for the best snowman but it ends up with both of them destroyed and you guys just making snow angels

Park Jihoon:
-mall dates where you say no to all of the outfits he tries on but end up buying matching ugly outfits hat only he can wear
-bowling dates where you two make stupid ass bets that once ended up with you getting sick from drinking expired milk while Jihoon laughed at you
-Disney date where you two have those mickey and minnie mouse ear headbands on and take a shitload of photos while eating churros
-picnic date which some of his friends crashed but it was okay because they bought you two ice cream after Jihoon promised never to do the Gugugaga thing ever again

Park Woojin:
-walk in the park dates where he speaks in his Busan dialect and trying to teach you but it ends up with you two laughing your ass off
-fair dates where he will try to be romantic so you two get on the ferries wheel and when he tries to kiss you at the top, he misses and face planted the wall
-lake dates where it’s late at night but you two go swimming anyways but you failed to realize that you forgot towels
-rain dates where he dances in the rain and you record him which somehow leads to a kiss in the rain cus y'all are cliche af

Bae Jinyoung:
-yogurt dates where you two just sit around and decorate frozen yogurt while talking about life and are tempted to smash yogurt in each other’s faces everytime one of you says something stupid
-animal shelter dates so you two can play with the puppies and take nice photos of each other which ends up with you guys eventually adopting one but it stays at your house
-water park dates where you guys play in the wave pool or hang out in the lazy river only to complain about how hot the cement is when you go back up
-flea market dates so you can buy some churros and get Jinyoung more bucket hats and buy a 15 dollar speaker that turns out to be pretty good

Lee Daehwi:
-festival dates where he tries to win you a stuff animal but you end up winning one for him while he’s pouring but that’s okay cus he buys you all the fatty food you want
-music room dates where you lay around somewhere and let him do his thing but sometimes he just plays a random notes and makes a weird ass song about you on the spot
-finger painting dates where you guys start flicking paint at each other but it ended up with one of you pouring pain on the others head and a mad Minhyun that tells you to clean up
-park dates where you fly a kite and enjoy the sunshine until suddenly it starts raining and now you’re stuck at Starbucks playing rock-paper-scissors to see who has to go but the other another cookie

Lai Guanlin:
-home dates cus y'all are young and cheap so you end up eating pizza rolls while laughing at funny cat videos
-dance studio dates ft. some other members and sometimes Seonho because this boy is a hardworking child that needs help and tbh you’re there for moral support
-pizza dates in your car or at the park at midnight cus you’re afraid a wild Seonho is gonna show up at your house
-ikea dates where you just look around and get samples

anonymous asked:

[whispers] soulmate au where you can steven universe style fuse with your soulmate(s)

*star eyes* Oh my gosh I love this idea!

So.

  • Everyone is born with a gem/precious stone (or sometimes a metal or mineral that wouldn’t normally be considered a gemstone) somewhere on their body. This isn’t a full-on gemsona situation, but gemstones as this AU’s soulmark equivalent.
  • There’s a hereditary component to what gem you get, but it’s not simple inheritance. (i.e. You have a higher probability of having the same gem as one of your parents, and some family lines run relatively pure, but it’s also common to share a gem with a more distant relative, or to have something your family hasn’t seen in recent generations)
  • Gems come in “families,” so even if a certain bloodline runs pure, there’s still going to be a little variation. For example, the beryl family–beryl, emerald, aquamarine, heliodor, ect–are very closely related. Hunk’s family tends toward beryl gems.
  • On that topic:
  • Hunk has a heliodor (a stone associate with warmth and sunshine) on his chest [example of a heliodor]
  • Pidge has a malachite (associated with nature and supposedly good at preventing sensory overload) at the nape of her neck [example of malachite]
  • Matt has a goethite (associated with grief and raw emotion, often found with malachite deposits) on the inside of his wrist [example of goethite]
  • Shiro has a black opal (associated with karma and the cosmos, and often thought to bring misfortune despite also being regarded as a healing stone; the black variant is notable for the stark contrast with the blues, greens, reds, and yellows contained within) at his collarbone [example of a black opal]
  • Lance has a turquoise (associated with luck and ambition, but also unity and leadership, and said to confer protection if given to you by a friend) on the back of his left hand [example of turquoise]
  • Keith has a vein of luxite (the metal in his mother’s blade, and not something anyone on Earth recognizes) across his right palm. He wears his gloves in part to hide it.
  • Theoretically, anyone can fuse with anyone else, but the vast majority of fusions are unstable. There’s no way to tell who can form a stable fusion with whom until it happens
  • The official definition of “soulmate” is “a pair or grouping that can remain fused indefinitely.” Since it’s obviously impossible to prove that you can stay fused forever, and since most unstable fusions fall apart quickly, the cutoff is often set at five minutes. Any people who can stay fused longer than that are considered soulmates (if they choose to label themselves that way.)
  • There’s also no way to tell from gems or from the fusion itself if the bond is romantic or platonic. You’d have to ask the people involved.
  • That doesn’t stop people from coming up with a millions theories anyway. (”Romantic partners always have the same gem!” “Romantic partners NEVER have the same gem!” “Platonic partners will always have gems in the same family!” “There are romantic sets–but good luck reaching an agreement on what the sets are.”)
  • Fusions look just like regular people with a few exceptions: they’ll have 2+ gems, but depending on placement you might not be able to tell; their eyes will usually be banded the colors of members of the fusion, but you have to look closely to notice; and there will sometimes be additional markings in the colors of the gems, often forming a trail connecting the two gems.
  • Other than those minor physical differences, fusions are also notably different if you look at brain scans. They don’t generally maintain two (or more) separate consciousnesses, but they retain the knowledge, memories, and capabilities of the people involved, and they tend to have much higher levels of brain activity on any given task. Fusions who are familiar with their fused state tend to be more dexterous, have better reflexes, and be physically stronger than their unfused counterparts, and they tend to solve problems more quickly and more efficiently.

The rest of this (i.e. the Voltron ‘verse story) is going under a cut because this is already long.

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♡ smut

masterlist 

// harry really likes to make y/n watch him touch himself

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His eyes are closed, just like his fist around his cock. He pumps up and down, occasionally brushing his thumb over his wet tip. A low moan left his parted pink lips and y/n couldn’t help but follow suit. She tries to pry her wrists apart from the fabric holding them together, however Harry’s knot tying skills seemed to be no match for her. Y/n’s knees begin to hurt as she’s been kneeling and patiently watching Harry pleasure himself for so long. Was this punishment? Harry hadn’t said it was. Y/n also hadn’t done anything wrong- at least she thinks she hasn’t. Perhaps Harry just likes watching his babygirl beg for him. He knows how much y/n loves his cock. He knows she’d do anything to wrap her pretty little mouth around his shaft. “Daddy, please,” she finally whispers.

Harry only chuckles. “Oh kitten, I think you can do better than that.” He continues to move his hand up and down himself, only faster this time. His head falls back and his craving for y/n intensifies. He needs her to beg. He bucks his hips up and grumbles, “Fuck babygirl, you feel so good. so good around me.”

Y/n lets a cry come out as the wetness between her legs grows with each pump of Harry’s cock. “Daddy, please. Pretty please let me touch you, I need you.” She bites her lip and prays that it’s enough for Harry to comply.

“Daddy touchin himself making yeh wet, kitten?” A smirk curls onto Harry’s lips while he walks over to y/n. He stands so close to her but not close enough. Harry tugs at his cock some more, careful not to over do it. “Fucking beg for it, beg for my cock, babygirl.” Y/n shakes her head, unable to find her voice. She tries to speak but she can’t. The muscles in Harry’s forearm working so hard are too much of a distraction to even form a sound. She gives up, reaching and stretching to put her mouth on Harry’s tip.“Now love, what did I say ‘bout that, hmm?” He taps himself on her lips before he pulls away. “I need to hear yeh, baby girl.”

She moans. Y/n moans so loudly, just the idea of Harry sliding into her, fulfilling her needs is almost enough to make her come. “Please, daddy. I just wanna taste.” She pouts and oh, does she try to steal Harry with her puppy dog eyes. Harry wishes he could continue, God does he love being begged for. However y/n’s moan in particular set him off- he wants y/n to make him come. Too many times has his tired old hand have to do it when the two of them are apart. Harry gestures for y/n to get closer. She scoots over on her knees and Harry grants her permission with a nod as she looks up at him. Y/n wraps her lips around his tip and she moans against him. She bobs her head and Harry presses his hand to the back of her head to push her down further. Y/n coughs around him, gagging at the pressure. Her eyes begin to water and Harry let’s her go.

“Good girl,” Harry praises. Y/n lulls her head around him, sucking gently. She receives a low hiss from Harry when she licks from the bottom of his cock all the way up to the tip. She places a kiss on his swollen tip, and Harry let’s out a moan much louder than he wanted to. “Fuck, pet, you’re gonna make daddy come,” Harry admits. Y/n continues with her movements, trying her best to take all of him but she can’t without Harry’s help. Her core is aching as she’s been denied pleasure this whole night. Harry gets so worked up just hearing y/n beg for him. He likes to know he’s wanted but God, does he love when he gets to make her feel good. Oh, how he loves to see her writhe under him as he pounds into her. She was being such a good girl, so patient and obedient for Harry. He thinks her core must be burning, begging to be touched. Harry could practically see her dripping down her thighs. “Want daddy to come in you, kitten?” Harry finally asks.

Y/n nods. She nods rapidly. She wants to ask to be untied but Harry is finally about to give her what she wants so she doesn’t want to push it. Harry tells y/n to get up and turn around. He graciously unties her wrists and brings both up to his lips, kissing them gently- however y/n thought the black ribbon was much nicer than handcuffs or rope. “Lay down on your back, love,” He commands her. Y/n does as she’s told and backs up to the headboard. Her legs spread open, giving Harry the best view of her wet core. Harry licks his lips, pumps his cock through his hand a few times and kneels down on the bed in front of her. “Daddy’s gonna make yeh feel real, good,” he says. He slowly slides himself inside of y/n and she lets out an immediate moan at the contact. Her knees bend and Harry wraps both of his arms around her back, bringing her chest to his. Her neck falls to his sweaty shoulder, hair falling over his back. Harry grabs a fistful with his hand to bring y/n’s head up. “Look at me, babe. eyes open. Let me see how good I make you feel,” he demands. He thrashes into y/n, her lips part like the sea and Harry takes this opportunity to attack them. His lips devour hers, alternating between carnal kisses and rough tugs at the bottom lip. Y/n’s response is gratifying. When Harry knows he’s making y/n feel good, he feels good. His thrusts become messier as he nears his orgasm. “Fuck baby, you feel so good around me. Shit I’m gonna come,” Harry warns.

A hand- maybe it’s y/n’s, maybe it’s Harry’s- finds its way to y/n’s clit and begins to rub small circles. Y/n’s mind is fuzzy and she realizes it can’t be her own hand because one is grabbing onto Harry’s arm for support and the other is lost in his sweaty hair. Her whole body tenses up, her eyes are open but it’s like the only thing she can see are stars. Harry’s thrusts are so sloppy at this point that he lays himself down and brings y/n with him, only she’s sitting in his lap. “C’mon, kitten, don’t make daddy do all the work,” he sighs.

Y/n’s works herself up and down Harry’s cock, taking him all the way. Even though she’s so close to coming, she still finds enough strength to keep her movements at a quick pace. Harry props himself on his elbows so he can see y/n’s breasts bounce with each movement she makes. “Daddy I’m gonna come,” she tells Harry. Her hand works its way up to one of her breasts and the other rakes through her hair, pushing it out of her face so Harry can see her. His eyes grow wide before they squeeze shut.

“Daddy’s gonna come too, kitten. Come for me,” Harry encourages. He takes to y/n’s clit again and that’s what sends her over the edge. Both of her hands press against his chest as her head falls past his shoulder. She screams out, spews Harry’s name a few times and she’s sure the neighbors had heard the last one. Her eyes stay shut as Harry takes over the movements, slowly thrusting in and out of her. Harry comes not long after y/n- in fact they were right on top of each other. “Mm, love, you always make me feel so good,” he praises her.

Y/n crawls off of Harry and lays next to him on the bed. The sheets are an absolute mess but God knows neither of them have the energy to change them. Y/n turns to Harry and she leaves small and tender kisses all over Harry’s sheen skin. “Hmm,” she begins. “I…love… you… so… much…” y/n concludes. A kiss was left on Harry’s arm in between each word. His arm finds it’s way around y/n’s neck and he presses and kiss to her temple. He tells her they should go to sleep but he also tells her that there’s a new episode of Big Brother that he’s been dying to watch. So, instead of sleeping, Harry and y/n finish their night with Big Brother and maybe a little more sex…


fin.


[authors note • lord have mercy on me please…. i have this one fluffy imagine written and it’s literally just about peanut butter and jelly sandwiches so idk if i should post it lol. thank you for reading!!] 

lover-of-losers  asked:

The losers start a band

- It’s Richie’s idea

- He comes up with it when they have a karaoke night in Bills garage

- Beverly gets super excited and makes everyone t-shirts

- The bands name is The Losers Club (obviously)

- Mike plays the keyboard and loves to prank them with it by turning it to sound effect mode mid practice

- Bill plays bass guitar and Stan absolutely fan girls over him

- Taking pictures Stan is the manager and tells everyone what to do constantly saying he gets 15% even though they don’t even make money yet

- Ben plays the drums because he likes the beats and tries to match his poems to them

- Bev is a back up singer and she can also play electric guitar

- Eddie is a major groupie and screams for Richie all the time

- Eddie wears shirts that day I’m with the lead singer

- Bev and Richie dye the tips of their hair a different color every show

- Bill and Stan are caught making out in the bands van

- Eddie and Richie are less secretive and have kissed (nearly made out) in front of everyone at the concerts

- BEN WRITES THE LYRICS FOR THE BANDS SONGS

- Bev sometimes kisses Ben on the cheek or pecs him on the lips in between brakes

- They actually become pretty popular in Derry and Surrounding towns so Stan and Eddie actually do make 15%

- (I’m just in love with groupie Eddie) he’s the best groupie bringing posters and t-shirts always cheering.

- Once someone pukes on Eddie and Richie stops mid show to help because Eddie is FREAKING out

- Bev paints everyone’s nails black except for Eddie who wants his bright pink so Richie gets his pinkie painted bright pink

- Mike gets TONS of girls

- Once a couple of girls flirt with Richie and Bill causing Eddie and Stan to get insanely jealous and run over towards them and kiss em right on the lips

- The band produces an album that is pretty popular but they decide to break it up because college is coming soon

- They always remember the band days as the best days of their lives


Bonus:

when Richie is a radio dj he finds their old album and plays it on the radio bragging about how there was this one groupie who was absolutely in love with him

Eddie hears it on the radio as he drives home from work to him and Richie’s apartment and absolutely fangirls bringing out all his old groupie stuff out

States of undress in the Les Mis 25th Anniversary Concert

In the group watch of this concert yesterday, the important topics of Enjolras’ indecent costume and the eventual stripping of the rest of Les Amis to copy him were extensively discussed.

However, not being too familiar with either the musical adaptions or 19th century Parisian fashion, I found it hard to keep track of who was taking off their clothes when. So of course, I went through taking screenshots of each character, first at the café, then at the barricade.

Why would I feel the need to document this? Well, that’s for me to know and you to find out.

First, Enjolras. He is inexplicably and indecently dressed right from the beginning. No coat, waistcoat open, cravat tied at the bottom, kinky leather wristbands, “what are shirt buttons for?” Either he is very passionate about the coming revolution, as @spacestationtrustfund suggested, or, as @elliotenjolras offered as an explanation, he was making out with someone pretty intensely just beforehand, and they failed to help him re-dress.

This Combeferre has the fashion sense of a stressed professor anyway, but he imitates (or perhaps is helped by) Enjolras in losing one vest and opening the second, loosening his (adorable) bow-tied cravat and rolling up his (questionable) sleeves for the barricade.

Jean Prouvaire is all-too-happy to shed some clothing for the cause, and looks suitably Romantic doing so.

Feuilly naturally strips to stand in solidarity with Enjolras and his unfortunate inability to wear clothes.

This Courfeyrac is so passionate that he probably tears at his clothes until they look like this. “Revolution is of greater importance, even, than my newest silk cravat, as fashionable as it undeniably is.”

Bossuet just managed to trip several times on the way to the barricade, and that’s why he looks dishevelled.

Joly removes his cravat completely, to go one better than his compatriots. Not at all because he has secretly always suspected that wearing one probably impedes the natural flow of blood to one’s head.

Grantaire is an absolute mess at the café and remains so at the barricade, matching Enjolras throughout.

Marius tries very hard to fit in by taking off his coat and cravat, but his frilly shirt and gold waistcoat makes him look more like a posh bee than a busy revolutionary.

Bonus: As @shellcollector pointed out, Javert easily infiltrates the group by dressing up as one of them. It’s not particularly difficult to do.

So there you go. Thanks to his loyal friends, Enjolras is not the only one who dies looking as though he only had 30 seconds to get dressed that morning.

Things my Hufflepuff friend has done in the past week

• Tried to blow out an electronic candle

• *punches me in the butt* Are you okay? I’m sorryyyy

• Gotten fake nails and scratched her face multiple times

• Apologized for making me Draw 4 while playing Uno

• Said the phrase “I would be Chewbacca in Star Wars”

• Eaten a box of my goldfish

• Sat on top of me in a jacuzzi tub

• Climbed into the stuffed animal box in Walmart

• Brought my prom flowers to me at work when I left them in her car

• Stolen a pair of my shorts

• Me: We should get our pictures in matching dresses. Her: Okay - I’ll wear pink and you wear black.

• High-fived me for speaking in class

Mates (Part Two)

Originally posted by inter-somniac

Brett x Reader

Requested by Anon

Part One

Proof Read by @fantasyshowsbu

“Where’s your friend?” Liam asked when he and Brett passed each other during the usual patrol.


“She’s um… over there why?” Brett replied and glanced over in the direction of your heartbeat to make sure you were still heading into the right direction.


Liam followed his gaze to where you were slowly crunching through the leaves. “She’s cute, she from school because she doesn’t smell like a werewolf?” Liam jumped a little when Brett turned back to him and growled.

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