wait i am short

movement test!! still have some small things to fix yet but for the most part the animation meme’s coming along nicely!! :0

I adore Sombra’s sassy personality and her messin with papa Reaper. Literally all I want is her and McCree to be Reaper’s two lil’ trouble makin’ children that just sass him. But bless Reaper. The guy is the real MVP dad here. 



peachz-baby  asked:

could you write abo jikook with alpha jk :((

jikook [abo, fluff]

ofc! ^o^ hope you like it~~ 

Jimin is quick to strip out of his clothes the instant he’s through the door, eyes watery and body weary from a long and exhausting day- all he wants to do is to cuddle up to his alpha, his Jungkookie, until the weary scent clinging to his skin fades away and the only scent lingering is Jimin and Jungkook.

He isn’t even halfway to their bedroom but Jungkook is already there with open arms, having stepped out of their room just in time to catch Jimin and hold him close, a low growl rumbling low in his throat as he trails the tip of his nose against Jimin’s neck, who melt into his arms and lets out a soft sigh. 

The rest of the night is spent with Jungkook showering Jimin with kisses and love bites, gentle hands leaving burning touches, their souls alight and wolves content by being beside their mate.

1) Give me a pairing.
2) Give me an AU setting.
3) I will write you a three-sentence fic.


Kintsugi (n) ­ The Japanese art of repairing broken pottery with gold

Characters: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Word Count: 32,683

Warnings: Depression is a constant theme in this story, so if it’s something that makes you uncomfortable then please keep it in mind!

Author’s Note: The Taekook version is now up on AO3 if you’re interested!

Summary: Jungkook never expected to meet her, the girl that shone as bright as a million suns yet carried a darkness so heavy in her heart that it left her soul shattered, scrambling to pick up the splintered pieces and put herself back together again before she fell apart again. He never expected to meet her, but he did, and he wouldn’t change it for a thing.

Fridays nights were supposed to be a student’s greatest sanctuary – a time for winding down and finally breathing after the weight of a week that seemed to be never ending had been lifted from their shoulders. Some chose to party until they no longer remembered who they were, some chose to have movie marathons until the sun was high in the sky and their eyes were burning from the pixels that were now ingrained in their brains, and some chose to bask in their solitude and block out the world until Monday came around and forced human interaction again. Whatever it was, it was supposed to be that one moment of freedom before reality came crashing down once more.

It was supposed to be relaxing.

It was supposed to be calming.

It was supposed to be rejuvenating.

So what, pray tell, was sitting curled up on the floor against the wall in the hall, shivering in nothing but pyjamas with murderous thoughts as her sole company?

Anything but that.

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nonpersone  asked:

hey are u still taking request for the prompts? could u please do an enjoltaire with “Don’t listen to them. Don’t you EVER listen to them.”? u write fantastically btw!!

Thank you!

“It’s been two days and I already feel exhausted and stayed back far later than I’m supposed to. I’ve got two massive deadlines due at the same time because Julien decided to up and quit on Monday with absolutely no notice-”

“Fucking Julien.”

“I know. So instead of just my work-”

“Which is a large amount of work as it is-”

“Thank you, yes it is- on top of my work I have to cover his workload too until they hire somebody else- which they haven’t even started the process of doing yet, and I’ll probably have to work through the weekend.”

Grantaire chuckled, his hands elbow deep in soapy water as he passed another dish to Enjolras to dry. “Yeah but when do you not do that?”

“I’m not talking about an email here or there or taking a few phone calls I mean I’m actually going to have to spend my entire weekend locked up in the bedroom writing.” Enjolras sighed as he put stacked the dry dishes away. “My mothers going to be so passive aggressively mad, She wanted me to come over for Sunday brunch as well. I’ll just have to tell her next weekend instead. That conversation is going to be fun.”

Grantaire merely nodded, his shoulders going slightly tense as he pressed his mouth into a thin line. He seemed to be thinking heavily before he spoke next. 

“So am I invited to brunch?” He said tersely.

“Please don’t start.” Enjolras pleaded with a sigh. “I don’t want to fight, this day has already been the worst.”

“Fine.” Grantaire said, his tone clearly implying that things were not fine, as he threw the remainder of the dishes back into the sink with a heavy clash and began to stomp towards the bedroom.

“Grantaire, please-”

“10 months, Enjolras! It’s been 10 months and I still haven’t even met your parents! People have grown and had babies in the span of our relationship and I still haven’t met your parents- who live 5 fucking streets away!”

“It’s more complicated than that!”

“Well then what is it? Are you ashamed of me?”

“What?! Of course not, how could you even think that?”

“Because not only will you not let me meet your parents, but it turns out you haven’t even told them about me!”

Enjolras suddenly became very quiet. His face grew clouded and sheepish and when he next spoke his tone was embarrassed. “How do you know about that?” He asked quietly.

“I wasn’t snooping.” Grantaire said crossing his arms and rolling his eyes. He’d dropped his volume, but the bitterness in his tone remained. “Last week you left yourself logged into your email on my laptop and a notification came up from your mother- asking if she could set you up with somebody because she was sick of her beautiful son wasting his youth on being single.”

Enjolras looked down to the floor. “I want to explain.”

“Please do.”

Enjolras gestured towards the couch, and Grantaire reluctantly followed him, his arms still firmly crossed as he took a seat.

“Look,” Enjolras paused, choosing his words carefully. “The person my mother wanted to set me up with is a woman.”

“What?” Grantaire asked, his surprise bypassing his anger as he uncrossed his arms. “Wait, are you not-”

“No, I am.” He shook his head with a short, sharp laugh. “In fact, I’ve lost count of the amount of times I’ve come out to my parents. It’s just- it’s like they go temporarily deaf whenever I bring it up. They talk about the weather or their friends and completely brush past it. When I remind them, they pretend not to hear. And it’s been fine- well not fine, it’s been hard, and hurtful and frustrating but I’ve learned to accept it and live with it.”

Enjolras took a deep breath before continuing, “They’ve always had plausible deniability. They can live in their little world of denial and still think of me as their perfect son, but if-when I bring someone- you, when I bring you to meet them, they can’t deny it anymore. And- and I don’t think it’s going to go well.”


“Look, I love you okay? You know that. I’m not ashamed of who I am either and I’m not ashamed of you. But as much as they hurt me, I still love my parents, and I don’t think I’m strong enough or ready to completely cut them out of my life just yet. And I know that the moment they can’t deny who I am anymore, that’s exactly what I’m going to have to do.”

Grantaire was quiet and looking at Enjolras intensely. He finally moved his hand over to Enjolras’ and clasped it tightly. “Okay.” He said.

“Okay?” Enjolras asked, strained.

“Yeah. I understand. Take all the time you need. When you’re ready, I’ll be here.”

“Thank you.” Enjolras said with relief.

“You really should have told me though. It would have avoided a lot of arguments.”

“I know,” Enjolras said with a sigh, “It’s just embarrassing though.I can stand up to strangers but not my own parents? People would say I’m a coward-”

“Don’t listen to them. Don’t you EVER listen to them. You’re not a coward, and the worlds not that black and white. Most importantly- you’re human, Enj. You’re allowed to be complicated. Don’t hold yourself to such a high standard.”

“Thank you.” Enjolras said sincerely, pulling him into a tight embrace.

“Question. When you are ready and I do meet them, am I allowed to wear my ‘Fuck you, you Fucking Fuck’ t-shirt?”

Enjolras laughed and wiped away a small tear. “Only if you wear a nice jacket, too.”

Mom’s Friend: So.. what grade are you in right now? Me: Err…I’ve already entered college. Mom’s Friend: Wait! I thought you’re 15?! Me: Excuse me?!

Originally posted by michaelchallpics

anonymous asked:

A challenge question how many dusty questions you left in the inbox ? 👀


(In all seriousness there are a handful I have that I know are over a year old and I’m really sorry that I haven’t gotten around to answering them yet. Usually I don’t get to them because they’re asks that require long answers like “Why do you like this character?” and stuff like that… and I know I could give a really short answer but I want to say something meaningful and not just something short so I wait to gather all my thoughts… and then just never get around to answering T^T I promise I will get to them all though, eventually.)

Cute captions under you and Tom’s instagram pictures Part 2

⚪I love Tessa more than I love him ( Picture of you and Tessa cuddling as Tom watch you with jealous eyes

⚫She loves puppies more than me ( Picture of you and Tessa)  

⚫” If I was your boyfriend” oh wait I am ( Video of Tom and singing to Bieber’s Boyfriend and the two of you laughing as Tom says “ wait I am”)  

⚪”Dancing Queen” ( short video of Tom dancing)  

⚫ “She’s the clever one in this relationship” ( picture of you on your computer with study books next to you)  

⚫ Meet my favourite designer here ! #graduate #proud

⚪Thank you for sticking with me when I am the most annoying #loveyou #bestfriendandboyfriend ( picture of you hugging Tom at your graduation)  

⚪Stole your mate, sorry Haz. ( picture of you and Tom in New York)  

⚫ Best summer holiday with the little one ( picture of you two in the Brooklyn Park)

⚫Happy Birthday to this little nut ! Sorry I ate your cookie ! ( picture of Tom kissing your cheek)  

⚪When your lover is a Gemini too and your birthdays are in the same week = birthWeek #stayinginbedforaweek #nojoke ( picture of you and Tom cuddling in bed)  

⚪Feet fight ( video of you and Tom feet fighting)  

⚫ She’s actually pretty good.. ( picture of you playing football/soccer with Harrison and Harry)  

⚫ So sad to say goodbye to this face, picture courtesy of mum ( picture of you two hugging at the airport)  

⚪Missing this sweatpea loads (picture of Tom in your glasses)

⚫ Throwback #shedidNOTwin (picture of you, Harrison and Tom playing Video games)

⚪Found this at the store, should I buy it ? ( picture of a magazine with Tom on the front cover)  

⚫ Reunited at last ( picture of you and Tom posing in front of his trailer)  

⚫ Found yourself a girl who can do both #mygirl #backoff ( edit of you and Tom being serious then making silly faces)  

⚪Quick shoutout to this handsome man. Get you someone who remembers you have allergies. #Bestboyfriend ( picture of Tom holding grocery bags)  

⚪Winner of best hugs right here. (video of you and Tom, where tom is literally laying on top of you, his face buried in your neck)  

⚫ Love you more than words (picture of you cooking.)

⚫ Why is she so perfect ! ( video of you playing the guitar and singing Give me love by Ed Sheeran)  

⚪Teaching the kiddo the guitar #harderthanitlookslike ( picture of you teaching tom how to play the guitar)  

Shut Me Up

Request: “Could you do a Kol imagine please? Were the reader and him absolutely “hate” each other and end up arguing and the reader says “ shut me up then” then they end up in a hot and heavy make out session. Thank you :D”

Requested by anon

A/N: I am sooo sorry about your wait!

Word count: Short

“You’re so annoying!” Kol exclaimed, during another argument about who knows what. “I’m annoying? Me?” You asked still shocked he thought you were in the wrong. “Yeah! You! Who else would I be talking about? You’re the only idiot here Darling!“ 

You chuckled. "I’m sorry, did I miss something? Is there a mirror behind me? Because I know you’re not talking to me.” Kol faked a laugh. “Oh you’re so funny! Probably because you’re a joke!” You rolled your eyes. “The only joke here, is you. Because you think your opinions matter, but news flash Mr. Big Bad Original, they don’t !”

He rolled his eyes and got super close to you.

“You know, someone needs to shut you up!” You smirked at him. “Well, shut me up then!” There was a moment of silence before he crashed his lips into yours, kissing you passionately. Quite unexpected, but that didn’t mean you didn’t like it. 

The two of you pulled away for air. And you looked at him with your eyes widened. 

“What was that all about?” You asked. He shrugged and smirked widely. “I’ve wanted to do that for a while. But never could because, you wouldn’t just shut up, and allow me to ask you out." 

You rolled my eyes. "No, I’d never shut up, because I was tired of waiting for you to ask me out!” You argued. 

“Y/N? Shut up.” He said before crashing his lips into yours again, kissing you up against a wall. One hand on your waist, the other one lost in your hair. 

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt..” You heard a familiar voice say. You and Kol turned to see Kol’s brother Klaus, a smirk on his face. “I’’ll just come back later.” He said walking out. Kol turned back to you. 

“So, where were we?”

u know what, being a bad texter who forgets to reply for hours isnt as bad as those who give short ass replies. Quality over quantity folks

More Than A Feeling

Group: SHINee
Member(s): Jonghyun
Type: Angst / Fluff / High School!AU(requested)
Tags: None

No P.O.V

Jonghyun always got this feeling when he was with ______. The feeling of regret when every moment he spent with her passed and he still hadn’t confessed his true feelings to her. He hated it, but he knew deep down he was a coward. Afraid of rejection. Afraid that their friendship of four years would flush down the toilet over an unreciprocated confession. He didn’t want that. But he still hated that feeling he got when he knew he was missing his chance to tell her. It happened all the time, everyday. Even now.

“So I was going to go to the ice cream shack after school, you wanna come?” he asked, his chest swelled with hope.

“I can’t, I’m going to the skating rink with Jihoon after school.”

His chest deflated.

“I thought you hated ice skating? You told me that when you were younger you fell and you never did it again.”

“Well yeah, but I was six, Jonghyun. Besides, Jihoon works there so he’s going to teach me when his shift ends.”

“Oh,” he looked down at the homework he was pretending to work on. He had offered and even tried to teach her how to skate once but she refused. Why, all of a sudden, did she want to learn? And who’s this Jihoon guy anyway?

“Who’s Jihoon?” he asked, hoping he didn’t sound as heartbroken and worried as he was.

“A guy I met in my advanced English class. He’s a senior.”

An older guy, of course. Well technically, Jonghyun was older than her by a few months, but since they were born the same year, she didn’t call him “Oppa”. He wished she would.

“I have to get going. Jihoon is walking me to Art. I’ll call you later, okay, Jong?”

He nodded robotically. His heart felt numb as he got that feeling yet again. He always walked her to Art.

What Jonghyun was hoping would be a little crush, turned into something worse. _______ started spending more time with Jihoon and even started dating him. She hadn’t told Jonghyun, which is what upset him the most. But she started ditching on all of her and Jonghyun’s usual plans. No more movie nights on the weekend. No more ice cream shack after school. No more walking to Art. No more lunch under their favorite tree in the courtyard. The only thing that stayed the same was that he still got that stupid feeling everyday.

Reader’s P.O.V

Being with Jihoon was amazing. For the past month, he was sweet, a gentleman, and he knew how to make me laugh. But there was a weird feeling I got when I was with him. Like I was somehow … empty? Like there was something missing. I missed spending time with Jonghyun. I knew it was my fault for ignoring him. It wasn’t intentional; I was just wrapped up in this new-found admiration for Jihoon.

There were many times I saw Jonghyun around school. He would look away or pretend he hadn’t seen me in the first place. When I called or texted him he would ignore them. I finally got the hint that he was angry with me, and he had the right to be. It wasn’t until I stood in my room one afternoon while I got ready for a date with Jihoon that I realized why I was so empty. I missed Jonghyun so much, not because of the funny jokes in between classes or the stories he told at the ice cream shack or how helped me with my homework on the weekends while we watched some of his favorite classic films. I missed being with him. I missed the way he let me lean into his side while we watched movies. How he would offer to pick up ice cream before coming over to my house when he knew I was on my period. How he always seemed to know when I was upset. The way he made funny faces to make me feel better.

I couldn’t see Jihoon doing stuff like that for me.

I sighed as I grabbed my belongings and headed off to the movie where Jihoon would be waiting for me. The date was like all of our other dates. A little talk until we found something to do, then a little more talk as he drove me home. He called me sometimes after I woke up and before I went to sleep. He texted me to tell me when our next date was. It was getting recycled and boring; I didn’t like it. ~~~ The next day I saw Jonghyun walking to lunch by himself. I was going to meet Jihoon, but I wanted to talk to Jonghyun first. I hadn’t talked to him in weeks.

He was walking alone in the hallway. When he noticed me, he avoided eye contact with me and stuck to one side of the hall. I smiled and put a hand on his arm to try and stop him from walking.

“Jonghyun, hey.”

He glanced down at me with a stony expression, staring at my hand on his bicep. I took my hand away and cleared my throat.

“I was wondering if you want to go to the ice cream shack after school?”

“Why? Jihoon have plans that don’t involve you for once?”

I was taken aback by the attitude in his voice, but I understood why he was angry. I was a jerk to him and ignored him.

“No, I just- I’ve been a terrible friend and I want to make it up to you. I want things to go back to normal.”

He scoffed, “Well you haven’t needed me these past few weeks, so just go back to your boyfriend.”

He kept walking but I grabbed his arm again.

“Hey! Look, I know I’ve been ignoring you and trust me, it wasn’t on purpose. I’ve missed you. A lot. And I just want to spend some time with you. Is that too much to ask?”

He sighed, glancing at me again, “Why did you ignore me?”

“I was stupid,” I shrugged, “I’m really sorry. I’ll buy you ice cream for a week to make up for it.”

“You bet your ass you will. Come on. I don’t suppose you have money for lunch do you?”

“You know me all too well,” I laughed, walking close beside him as we walked to lunch.

The conversation started with “Where were you for lunch yesterday?”. I had completely forgotten to meet Jihoon after I talked with Jonghyun. But I didn’t get a chance to remember in between all of the jokes and stories I’d missed from Jonghyun. It felt so good to talk to him after being apart for so long.

Eventually I got the courage to say, “Jihoon, I’ve loved spending this past month and a half with you. You’ve been an amazing boyfriend but I think it’s better if we break up.”

He wished me a happy future and agreed to remain on good terms, to help each other study if we needed help. To go out for dinner once in a while. Because that’s what friends do. And I wanted to do more than that with Jonghyun. I wanted to be more than friends.

“I heard you and Jihoon split. You okay?” Jonghyun asked after school the next day.

I prodded at the melting ice cream in my cup with my bright blue spoon and nodded, “I was the one who did it. But for good reason.”


“Yeah. I have feelings for someone else. I didn’t want to hurt him.”

His eyebrows arched as he shifted in his seat, “Do you? Mind if I ask who?”

I opened my mouth as if I were going to answer and then bit my lip. I shook my head and pretended to blush, “No, it’s embarrassing.”

“Tell me,” he whined, leaning over to take a scoop of my ice cream.

“Well, he’s quite short compared to most guys. But he’s really funny. And he’s really sweet. He cares about me, and makes me feel loved. I think I really really like him.”

Just as I expected, the wheels still weren’t turning in his head. He looked down into his cup with a little frown.

“Oh, he seems like a good guy,” he said, taking a scoop of ice cream. Chocolate smeared at the corner of his lip, and him (being his dense self), didn’t notice.

I laughed, “He is, but he sure doesn’t know how to eat ice cream. That’s for sure.”

I leaned over the table to wipe the corner of his mouth with my thumb. His head snapped up, and the question mark in his head was almost visible on his face. I laughed again at his confusion as he finally started to understand.


“Yeah, it’s you, dumbie.”

“Hey, who are you calling a dumbie? I am your sunbae.”

“You may be my sunbae but you’re also my oppa. And I don’t plan on treating you any differently now that I like you.”

“Things might have to change when we start dating,” he smirked.

“‘When’? How about 'if’?”

“You know you want me. You said it yourself, 'I think I really really like him’.”

I shoved his shoulder playfully before grabbing my booksack and standing from the table, “Come on. I’ve got places to go.”

He quickly grabbed his bag and tried to catch up with me. Once he did, he grabbed my wrist. When I turned around he glared.

“Wait a second- I am not short compared to most guys!”

I couldn’t help but laugh before kissing him swiftly on the lips, “Whatever you say, sweetie.”

anonymous asked:

I just want too let u know that I hate you and I love u. I hate u because I'm sitting sadly in a corner rereading ur masayou interaction and akafuri asorableness and their nothing new😢😭. But I love u because God u gave me everything I wanted in a fiction with all my fav pairings (although I prefer imayoshi x aomine) god I love ur writing and hope u have a nice day ps can't wait for ur nijimura and masayou stories!!!

Hahaha, thank you? I will gladly accept both your love and your hatred, although I’m a bigger fan of love  😊💜 If it is any consolation, I will be posting a vaguely MasaYou short VERY SOON. Because I know people were waiting for a MasaYou short =D

And thank you! I am glad you’re looking forward to the upcoming longer stories. Guh, I am SO CLOSE to finishing that Nijimura story. Obviously not as close as I’ve been saying, since I’ve been saying that for like a month. But super close. July? I feel like I’ll have that finished in July…

This is a response to an anonymous ask I received about This Side of the Stars. The ask is a little spoilery (… for a fanfic, so, like, low-priority spoilers), so it and my direct reply are under the jump. However, I might as well say, in full view of God and everyone:

The sequel to TSotS is the next long project in my writing queue. I have a couple of exchange fics to write, and maybe I want to bang out some kind of weird PWP, but after that it’s straight on into the next part of the series. I’m champing at the bit to write it. You aren’t going to be waiting a short time, because I am not a fast writer, but it also won’t be indefinite.

Once that series is done, the next long thing on the slate is a Knightmareverse story that hasn’t got a plot yet beyond “something something chains something Anti-Life Equation something something”.

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anonymous asked:

So for Interaction with the Admin, #1 (and I'm sticking with event only fandoms, don't worry): 1) I am short. 2) I have a slasher smile. 3) I work alongside my best friend. 4) I have a tragic past and will likely die young. 5) This asker loves me.

*Drum roll* My answer is.. Nicolas Brown from Gangsta.
Am I right ? Am I right ?
I was like “Nope wait..it said ‘short’, he’s not THAT short”..then I checked his profile…and I realized that I’m taller than him.

The fifth point wasn’t really helpful though’ how can we not love him :3