trying to look after me


Since it’s Valentine’s Day today, I figured it was important to create a photoset of canon Ichimatsu responding to romantic gestures.

(Left is from circa Valentine’s Day 2016, from an official art image set titled “Being Confessed to”, the right is an Osomatsu Party card from Valentine’s Day 2017, depicting Ichimatsu receiving a gift from an admirer.)

Friend: Why are you so obsessed with Supergirl?

Me: Well, have you seen the female cast?

Friend: You know I’m straight right?

Me: Try saying that after looking at the cast

Friend: WTF???


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Friend: Is there any reason behind this?


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My mom’s cat had kittens and they’re sooooo cuuuteeee, they’re a week old in this pic and they try and hiss if you touch them without mom around, but all that comes out is this little KHCK sound and they jump a little bit.

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Camp sex with harry

Glamping was a hard sell when I’d suggested it.  Sure, Harry Styles could get down and dirty with the best of them, but the idea of sleeping in a tent that took him three hours to build while simultaneously trying to keep himself bug bite free was not something he was so jazzed about.  And glamping, in his words, “just seems unnecessary”.

Vacations were hard to come by for the two of us these days.  Since his solo career had launched it seemed like I had been carted from one four-star resort to another.  And sure, it was fun.  But the idea of being out in nature, under the stars, snuggled in a sleeping bag with Harry was just so enticing.  

He’d tried to convince me to let him take me off to The Caymans or St. Croix but once he’d witnessed the look on my face when I’d suggested the glamping, he agreed.

So we were off.  To our 4 night stay in Conestoga Ranch in Utah.  The accommodations we were staying in were actually old covered wagons.  Harry was actually ok with that part.  Because honestly, who in the world would expect to see him staying in a covered wagon in Utah?

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#i just want to know if the way she pushes his hair out of the way is something talia probably did for them as children #some sort of comforting small touch to make them feel better when they felt sick #or was it just instinct for cora to touch her brother in a very simple but comforting way because he needed it or maybe she needed it #to make sure her brother was okay #im just very emotional and i wish they would have explored their relationship more

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Unfortunately I'm a barista at Riddler's preferred Starbucks. He hits on me every day and it's awkward. Today he came in with a very grumpy looking other guy and starts trying to ask me out again. After about a minute of this other guy suddenly yells, "IT'S THE BAT!" and Riddles runs out screaming. Other guy smiles slightly and says, "I got your back, sis. Venti black coffee for Crane." #OnlyInGotham #HowScarecrowGotFreeCoffee

woke up with two furry butts in my face today

(I literally can’t believe I went to the lengths of drawing this stupid thing to procrastinate drawing something else)

Surprises (Part 3)

Originally posted by stydiaislove

A/N: I’m not super happy with this but also I don’t hate it so I’m sticking with it because I am committed. I’m also an angst qween, I enjoy expressing my dormant rage through literature. It’s cathartic, you know?

Part 1 / Part 2

Summary: He’s lying and you know it, but the fallout for confronting it is going to be painful. Is it really worth it?

Word Count: 1,631

Warnings; Swearing, angst, Jughead has so many emotions, he just wants to be loveD, this ain’t gonna make sense if you havent read at least Part Two

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“God, where do I start? He pretends that he’s calm and brave, and everyone believes he is. I don’t buy it. And he’s idiotic too. You know why? Whenever I warn the others about the Bergens, Creek is always the one to convince them otherwise! Like, why would you do that? Do you want us to die? He makes me look ridiculous in front of Po– everyone. I hate it.”


Elricest Week - Day 1: How do the brothers see each other?

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Bon anniversaire, @hippano!! (Yep, french version, but he says it before me)

To my favorite artist, I wish you a wonderful day! Because before, I was too shy to just say “Happy Birthday”, I’m happy to be able to do something today for you! You’re the best, each new MorMor fanart vibrates my heart, you’re fabulous, and an adorable person! Thank you for sharing your art with us! You brought me what no other artist I admire could ever do: you re-gave me the desire to draw.

Because your art is breathtaking,
Because your colorization is fantastic
Because your prospects are incredible
Because your style is beautiful
Because your art and you are luminous

So yes, I will never say enough, but thank you so much. From the bottom of my heart. Your art inspires me enormously. And at a time when I am lost in my life, re-finding the drawing is so important to me. I may not yet be satisfied with what I create, but I am happy to draw. Glad to have found you. I wish you a happy birthday and all the happiness of the world!! 💖 \O/

Edmund X Reader: Betrothed

Prompt/ask: Anonymous asked: Hey can you do an imagine where the reader and Peter or Edmund are dating, but due to royal duties, the king has to break their relationship up to go marry some other princess. And the reader is heartbroken but stays professional and diplomatic just to see him happy. Oh and I love your stories btw!

Word count: 851

Warnings: Very mild swearing

Setting: Golden Age

Hearing bad news is never easy. Hearing bad news from someone you love is much worse. 

You thought you’d be alright, thought that this wouldn’t have as much of an effect on you as it did. But when Edmund sat you down and explained what was to happen, you broke down. Not outwardly, of course, but nevertheless. 

It was in the days that followed that you truly began to think about what it all meant. What…being without Edmund meant. And, in turn, you became livid. His words still echoed in your mind, unable to escape.

“I still love you”

“I swear, it’s just for the sake of Narnia”

“Royal duties, Y/n ”

But none of these explanations filled the void left by what was to happen the following week. 

Edmund, the man whom you had been courting for no less than three years, was expected to marry a duchess in Terebinthia.

“You look stunning if it isn’t, uh…obvious.”

You looked up from the wine settling in your goblet to face the sculpted features of Edmund Pevensie. He was smiling, but the smile didn’t seem to match his eyes. 

An incoherent noise of acknowledgment escaped your lips as you fixed your eyes on the crimson liquid yet again.

 “Y/n-” He started, but you cut him off by harshly lifting the goblet to your pursed lips. The lively music in the hall was dying down, and a small wave of clapping could be heard from the center of the room. 

“Look, I know you’ve been trying to avoid me after-”

 “No.” You interrupted simply, lowering your wine and looking at him from across the able with a blank expression. Edmund sighed. 

It was true, you had been avoiding him, but, naturally, for good reason. This ball was in honor of his betrothal, after all. Were you expected to be jolly?

You glanced around the hall, seeing the cheerful smiles plastered across the faces of young maidens and the small chortles coming from Lords of Narnia chatting with the High King. The music had started up again.

You inhaled sharply, taking another sip of the aged Narnian wine. You and Edmund were the only two that had remained seated. 

“Uh, I really meant what I said, you know,” Edmund started again. 

You rolled your eyes discreetly, settling your cup on the linen tablecloth and leaning over it a little. “And what is that, exactly?”

 “You really do look lovely.” 

“I believe you said stunning earlier, but…no matter.” You said calmly, a small smirk forming on your lips as you leaned back again.

 Edmund raised an arched eyebrow. “You know, there’s no need to act this way towards me.” It was clear that he was beginning to get a bit irritated. 

“Oh, really?” You scoffed, “Actually, I think I have nearly every right to do so, Your Highness.” You put a sharp emphasis on ‘Your Highness’, looking rather pleased with yourself as the words left your lips.

“Don’t call me that.” 

“Why not, hm? I’m not a royal, Edmund. It isn’t as if I’m betrothed to a King.” 

You could feel the anger building up and rising in your throat as you shoved your chair back with a brisk motion and stood up. 

Edmund gave you a pleading look. “Y/n-”

“Please excuse me.” You growled under your breath, walking out of the great hall with your hands clutching the folds of your dress. 

You brushed off the concerned looks from passers by as you stepped out of the brass doors that contained the room, a single tear making its way down your cheek. 

You were shaking now. You knew all of this wasn’t Edmund’s fault, but the unsettling feeling in your chest wouldn’t vanish. You felt as if a piece of you had been torn away. 

With a muffled sob, you fell to the floor against a wide grandfather clock in the corridor, your gown spreading out under you. 

In the silence of the hallway, you heard a small cough coming from your left.

“I hope you realize trying to keep your distance from me in no way lessens my attraction for you.”

You looked up from the marble floor beneath you up to a pale-faced Edmund. “Oh?” You croaked out. 

“Oh, to hell with it all.” Edmund whispered ruggedly. He held out his hand for you to rise to his level, and you took it, though you knew not why. 

“Y/n, I’m not doing this. I don’t give a rat’s ass about a damn girl in-” 

You interrupted him with a small giggle. 

“What?” Edmund asked, rather annoyed.

“Rat’s ass?” You said quietly, meeting his eyes now.

“Y/n?” Edmund asked at a volume that matched your own, a gentle smile forming on his dry lips.


“I love you.”


“No,” Edmund said, louder now, “No ‘Ed’. I don’t care. I love you and-and I don’t care.”

 His face was now so close to your own that you could feel his warm breath against your lips. “I’m not leaving you. I won’t.” 

And, as Edmund’s lips brushed against your own, his words were confirmed.

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*squeals* Hello! IDW Rodimus, Drift, Brainstorm, and Swerve being jealous over bot s/o headcanons please :)

Sorry this is so late, darling U3U

Rodimus immediately makes himself known to whomever is chatting you up. He slings an arm around your shoulders and bumps his hips against yours, kissing your cheek and saying “hey babe.” He makes sure to act as un-impressed as possible toward the other person- sighing, rolling his eyes, talking over him. Don’t be surprised when he acts childish; if the other person is being obnoxious he won’t hesitate to “blah blah blah” them. It ends up with them storming off and Rodimus laughing about it. He is Immature.

Drift respects your space, but… he wants to intervene. You’re just talking to someone; it should be no big deal, but… he often mixes up protectiveness and jealousy (he’s working on it!) He stands to the side a bit behind you, partly to not interrupt and partly because he’s subtly trying to intimidate the person you’re with. The moment they get flirty he’s got a hold of your servo, puffing his chest out with his best “bitch, try me” look at the other person. Even after they leave he’s clingy and keeps wanting to kiss you.

Brainstorm is a whiny lil shit when he’s jealous. He hangs all over you, “baaabe… baaaaaabe… babe.” Huh, is someone talking? He can’t hear it over how much he loooooves you. You’ll have to take him aside and talk to him about it; he’s self-conscious, but he’ll tone it down if you reassure him there’s no need to be jealous. No, you’re not going to leave him.

Swerve get SEVERLY jealous, but he doesn’t show it. So you’re hanging out with someone. So what? Of course you do, it’s not like you only hang out with him. During the rest of the day you notice he’s slow and even a little grumpy. When you convince him to talk to you about it he admits he’s afraid you’ll find someone better. Please cuddle him and reassure him. Now, if he notices someone is flirting with you he tells them to leave you alone. They’re taken, bub.  


this one’s sorta based on my personal experience playing pyro. sometimes you get called useless, other times you get thanked by the engineer for helping them defend the last point.

Guys Night Out (one-shot)

Chris Evans/Reader

fluffy fluff fluff. I don’t really know what this is, but dancing with Chris is a dream. Also the songs that are mentioned are my guilty pleasures so please don’t judge 

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“Bye sweetheart, I’ll probably be home late” Chris says with a peck on my cheek.

“Okay, have fun” I turn around and kiss him properly before he breaks to kiss my forehead and leave.

Chris was having guys night with some friends that were in town for the weekend. Which meant I finally had time to get all my work done. As soon he left I turned on a calming playlist for background music while I finished the work that should have been done a week ago. Thankfully I’m almost never behind on my work, so on the few occasions where I am, my boss understands. I will say, though, that all of those occasions have been because of Chris. I love the man, I do. But he has a hard time understanding that my work isn’t always done when I leave the office and that sometimes I just need him to leave me alone for like an hour so I can finish everything.

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